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Remake of Evelynn by Akiman

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Caitlyn drew her revolver instinctively, but it was slapped away with incredible speed and ferocity. She cried out, surprised by the inhumane force that knocked her on her back and drove the air from her lungs. She pulled her skinning knife from her belt and thrust it upwards, stopping just before it sunk into her belly. 

"Evelyn?!" she exclaimed, staring incredulously at the blue skinned minx that the sheriff had seemed to bump into all over Valoran for the last month. At the club she had been scouting, while she was out arresting criminals, even on the fields of Justice, the temptress was everywhere. The first time they had met earlier that month, they had...

Caitlyn shook that memory from her mind with a slight blush. "What in the Gods names are you doing in Freljord, and more importantly, why are you trying to kill me?" She tilted her head, her cockney accent sticking out a little to much in the glistening, white landscape. She lowered her knife and placed two fingers just below her collar bone, pushing gently. "Can you be a doll and please remove yourself from on top of me? The snow really is cold, darling."

The bold of Caitlyn's rifle racked back, sending the weapon jolting back into the Sheriff's shoulder. The warm earmuffs she wore blocked out the roar of the gun as a small piece of metal exploded from the barrel, rocketing towards her target faster than she could see. The massive white bear toppled over instantly. It would have been invisible in the snow had the blood not been so red. Caitlyn sighed, climbing slowly out of her tree nest to take a look at her prize. The pelt would be worth it.

Perhaps it had been sheer boredom that had led her on her hunting trip. Or maybe, it could be justified by her insatiable thirst for blood that the Institute had regrettably denied time and time again. Sometimes summoners went missing, but they turned a blind eye, knowing it was a trade off for having her as a part of the Champion roster. Today, though, the temptress was feely oddly… primitive. It was just as the sun was setting, Evelynn changed from her dark lace night gown, tossing it carelessly to the floor, swapping it for high boots, tight leather pants lined with fur, and a large jacket. With a coy smile, she began towards the mountains of Freljord, with an appetite for bear.

Two days later, sitting in the frozen tundra with nothing more than a hollow ache in her stomach, she caught scent of the beast that, by all means, had out smarted her, out sized her, and out played her over the past twenty four hours, leaving her irritated and hungry. But not now, not this time. Dashing forward with all the strength left in her body, it was then she heard the unsatisfying echo of a gun shot, ripping through the frozen mountain side with a deafening roar. And with that shot, went her patience and sanity. 

With a low snarl that resonated in the back of her throat, she dashed, kicking down trees that stood in her way, like a toddler throwing a tantrum with ungodly force behind it. “His head will be my meal, and I shall take his prized catch as well.” She hissed under her breath, cursing every step. Crossing the distance of two miles in a measly five minutes, she crouched low, before launching forward, claws beard, eyes narrowed. Landing on top of her target, she instinctively knocked the hand gun aside, before bringing her hand back to take one last swing to rip out his throat. 

Eyes landing on the target, she expected to revel in the kill, satisfied with her hunt, only to hesitate. This… was not a normal hunter. 

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Caitlyn downed the last of her scotch, trying not to look at the sexily dressed and gorgeous temptress that stood beside her. She downed the last of her scotch and rapped her knuckles on the bar, signalling for the bartender to bring her another. She looked away as he fixed her drink, scanning the crowd one last time for any sign of the drug runners. With a sigh, she gave up, turned around, and picked up her drink.

"I just thought I would see the town I run, and I can't say I've ever been to this particular shit hole" she said, the pounding music starting to give her a headache. She couldn't allow Evelynn to get to her, no matter how hard she tried. She gripped her drink, took a sip, and sighed. The cold drink soothed her mind a bit.

"I always thought you were better than this kind of place" Caitlyn said, trying to take the offensive in the conversation. "It seems to me that I'm more at home here than you are, or am I wrong?" she shot the temptress a coy smile and took another sip of her scotch.

Drinking and Dancing? (Open)

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Sherrif." Evelynn taunted, seeing her hand slide beneath her dress, presumably for some sort of weapon. Typical, untrustworthy and defensive as ever. "I can only assume you’re here, not because you want some sort of amusement or, gods forbid, fun!" With a light laugh, the Temptress vanished for several antagonizing seconds, only to reappear with a bright pink, bubbling drink in her taloned hand. 

The music was pumping so loud, the bones in her body were vibrating with each wave of music, none of which was to her taste. Raising her head to flip her bright flowing hair with one hand, she caught several shady people glancing uneasily at her, to which she smirked. 

Perhaps her reputation as the Queen of the Streets proceeded her. After taking a sip of the frothing drink, and grimacing slightly, she grinned devilishly at the bewildered Piltover Sherrif. “Now, then. Why do you grace scum like me with your presence?”

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Caitlyn was just taking another sip of scotch when she heard the all to familiar voice. Her skin crawled ever so slightly, and she was reminded just how exposed she was. Her free left hand fingered the hilt of her holdout pistol, strapped to her leg beneath her dress, but she did not draw it.

"Evelynn" she said, trying to keep her voice as even and flat as possible. "Wasn't expecting to see you here. Thought you had a more classy taste than this." Her mouth began to water at the thought of their last encounter, but she tried to ignore it.

Drinking and Dancing? (Open)

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Evelynn wasn’t much for the night club scene, she never really was. The sex was horrible, the drinks were sub-par, and the murder never really felt… as fun as it used to. But she was only as exciting as her most boring night, and so, with nothing left to do but slip into a tight leather dress that reached her thigh, and gladiator heels with devilishly long spikes, she puckered her lips for hot red lipstick, and sauntered into the night.

The Piltover Bar was famous for it’s hellish scene, and horrid people, and so, without thinking twice, she set off for the bar, arriving just as both Scum and Summoners alike began to trail in lazily after midnight. The Widowmaker yawned, cracking her neck and back, before blinking twice on the flashing, obnoxious neon sign. Midnight was so early for her, what she assumed to be the equivalent of six in the morning for humanity. 

After slipping into the back, and reappearing next to the counter, she gave a seductive smile to the bartender, who then raced off to get her some concoction of alcohol and chemicals. What a doll. Surveying the surroundings, her eyes narrowed on a particularly unpleasant and familiar sight- the Sherrif…? Oh, now this she could have some fun with… 

Disappearing in a dark pink puff of smoke, she reappeared again, next to the Peacekeeper’s ear, giving a dazzling hello, before fading again to avoid a punch. 

"My, my, the Sherrif of Piltover, what a pleasure that you should grace scum with your presence?" 

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Drinking and Dancing? (Open)

"I hate undercover work" Caitlyn muttered to herself as she took another sip of her scotch and tried to ignore the blaring loud music that echoed through the club around her. The police department had received a tip that a gang of drug traders had been spotted around this club, possibly doing business with its patrons. Caitlyn had gone in to discover if this was in fact true.

Two days ago.

She had been in and out of the club over and over trying in vain to spot any kind of link between the club and the drug ring. The only thing she had found were a few junkies and an abusive boyfriend, the latter of which she had put in the hospital. Her black fingerless gloves covered the raw red knuckles she had received after beating his face in. She clenched her fist and smiled through the pain. "Worth it" she muttered to herself, and took another drink.

Her flowing black dress was the last one she had brought to the hotel, and as she took another look around the club, she was actually considering giving this tip up for good. After all, it had been days. If they were going to show themselves, they would have.

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As she heard the door close, Caitlyn sighed, and glanced upward. She could almost still see his menacing aura, leaving it's mark like a plague in the room. The Sheriff pushed the button on her intercom. "Jade" she said, calling her assistant. "When are the prisoners slated for execution?" she asked. 

"The earliest one is this week, Wednessday to be precise" she heard the cheery voice of her assistant say. "Shall I send you the full list?"

"Do that please" Caitlyn said. "and make sure any prisoner request forms are sent to the bottom of the pile. I have a feeling there are a few in there for 'research purposes' and I don't want these bastards suffering anywhere but in Piltover, understood?" 

"Yes ma'am!" Jade's voice said. "I had a few come through today, but they haven't been processed yet. I'll send them to the bottom."

"Thank you Jade" Cait said. "That will be all." She released the intercom and rubbed her temples. The Sheriff of Piltover had a bad feeling that this wouldn't be the last time she heard from the Shadow Isles. 

  Caitlyn laughed as well. “I know you can’t give it to me even if you wanted to” she said. “I’m sure Karthas and Mordekaieser would object to you giving away their most powerful artifact.” her face fell quickly, back to the cold expression she had been giving the warden all day. “There is nothing you have that I want” she said quietly, her voice full of malice. “nothing you could give that would make me even consider helping you or your accursed homeland. Find your souls some other way, you will not have Piltovers.”

Caitlyn picked up a pen she had discarded and began working once again. “Now if you don’t mind, I have an awful lot of work to do, and you are beginning to unnerve me. If you wish to file a formal acquisition for the prisoners, I’m sure the receptionist can help you with that, and we should have your request processed in six to eight months.”

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Caitlyn laughed as well. "I know you can't give it to me even if you wanted to" she said. "I'm sure Karthas and Mordekaieser would object to you giving away their most powerful artifact." her face fell quickly, back to the cold expression she had been giving the warden all day. "There is nothing you have that I want" she said quietly, her voice full of malice. "nothing you could give that would make me even consider helping you or your accursed homeland. Find your souls some other way, you will not have Piltovers."

Caitlyn picked up a pen she had discarded and began working once again. "Now if you don't mind, I have an awful lot of work to do, and you are beginning to unnerve me. If you wish to file a formal acquisition for the prisoners, I'm sure the receptionist can help you with that, and we should have your request processed in six to eight months."

  Thresh threw his head back in laughter. “Oh Sheriff, you truly are an amazing human being. I tell you to ask for something, and you ask for the one thing I would never expect you to ask for. The Eye, eh? That which gives life to those on the Shadow Isles? That is an artifact you do not want, young Caitlyn. For it is not just the Isles that object brings life to, but anywhere it goes it breathes life as well, resulting in the same horrible monstrosities you see on the Isles today. Would you truly want such a vile thing within your city? If you do take it, I will offer no help in regards to what follows.” Thresh warned, staring at the sheriff intensely. “Do not make the same mistake others have done before you.”

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Caitlyn smiled. She had been expecting something like this, and her thought process was always steps ahead. She wanted to ask for something so outlandish it would finally make thresh uncomfortable, not the other way around. And so, Caitlyn leaned forward, her wide smile still clearly visible, and said "I want the eye of the isles."

The eye of the shadow isles was an ancient artifact mentioned many times in rumors and legends of the place, and was said to be the source of its dark magic. Legend told that the eye of the isles was responsible for the creation of every creature on the isles.

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Caitlyn’s eyes narrowed. She didn’t trust the warden as far as she could throw him, but perhaps this would be the perfect time to test the Shadow Isles resources. “What can you offer me in return” she said, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs. “If you are in fact here on business then you brought a bargaining chip to trade I assume. If not, you came woefully unprepared.”

Thresh threw his head back in laughter. “My dear Sheriff, do you honestly believe I wouldn’t offer something in return for your services? Now, since I am disconnected from the world of the living, I can’t fully guess what you would want in return for your “to be executed” prisoners.” He stated, leaning back in his chair. “This is the part where you come in, Caitlyn. What is it you would want from me in return for your prisoners? Name your price, Sheriff of Piltover. My bargaining chip is an open ended offer of payment, in the form of your choosing. Don’t waste this opportunity.” Thresh warned.

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"nopenopenopenopenope..." walks off into the distance with both middle fingers held high.

"Double Ew."

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"Double Ew."

"Ew."

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Caitlyn's eyes narrowed. She didn't trust the warden as far as she could throw him, but perhaps this would be the perfect time to test the Shadow Isles resources. "What can you offer me in return" she said, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs. "If you are in fact here on business then you brought a bargaining chip to trade I assume. If not, you came woefully unprepared."

  "I've lost faith, my dear sheriff. I've seen the afterlife and there's nothing there for you. So I'll believe in what's in front of me. A sheriff defending her often out of line and rule breaking underling. I'm not here to critic you though. I'm here on business, nothing more. I need something of yours, actually a lot of somethings. I need your prisoners that are to be executed. I need them all. Don't worry, they'll be executed, but I need them with me at the Shadow Isles. Could I ask you for these, dear Sheriff?" Thresh asked, leaning forward.

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Paperwork...(open, repost)

Paperwork was one of the only constants in Caitlyn’s line of work. While criminal catching, investigation, and even the crimes themselves twisted and changed to fit the time and place, paperwork was always unchanging, and for that the Sherif was quite grateful for it. Being an officer of the law was never easy, especially in Piltover. The so called ‘City of Progress’ had always been a crime ridden ses-pit by night, and only the actions of Caitlyn and her officers had helped to change that for the better in the last few years. Caitlyn loved how consistent paperwork was in her life. She did not, however, love the amount of time she was required to put into finishing all of it. Any old officer had to fill out their reports and submit them, but Caitlyn was the one reviewing all of them. It wouldn’t be so bad if she didn’t have officers like Vi that simply refused to follow the proper procedure when filling out their reports. Vi’s reports infuriated her, especially when she got things like what sat in front of her. The particular incident was still burned into her memory. The two of them had responded to a call about a suspected robbery in the richer neighborhood of Piltover. Low and behold, when they did arrive, the criminal in question had a gun and a terrified hostage. Vi, being the genius that she was, decided to go in through the front door, resulting in a pile of rubble where the house used to be, a furious citizen, and a battered criminal. On her report, Vi had written “Bad guy in house. Punched him in the face. Not so bad with a broken jaw and a fractured skull, are ya jackass?” Caitlyn let out a heavy sigh of frustration, laying her head down on the desk in defeat. She didn’t even look up when she heard the door open. “Who is it and what do you want” she asked weakly, her voice muffled through the desk.

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"UUUGH" Caitlyn exclaimed, slumping down in the chair across from her partner. "How many times do I have to explain this process to you" she said, her voice muffled through her hands which now covered her face. "There are to many people in the sheriff's department for me to do all the paperwork and go out on patrol" she said,  reciting the same old line she had used what seemed like hundreds of times. "I go over all of it when you turn it in, but If it's wrong I have to waste my own time doing your work" she looked up at her partner "On a side note, how is this at all what happened? No mention of the gun, no mention of the hostage, no mention of the complaint from the owner, no mention of ANYTHING but you punching him excessively hard in the head."

Caitlyn barged into Vi's office, face flush with frustration and anger. "Vivian!" she said, throwing a folder down on her desk. "Can you explain why you thought this was a good idea?" The folder contained a copy of her latest report, and Caitlyn was clearly not pleased.

Vi flinched at the use of her full name. While most people used it to tease Vi, when Caitlyn used it, you knew she was pissed. “What? You told me to fill it out with exactly what happened and I did.”  Vi rolled her eyes “Besides, it’s not like this should surprising. You complain about this every time you make me fill out that useless paperwork.”

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Paperwork...(open, repost)

Paperwork was one of the only constants in Caitlyn’s line of work. While criminal catching, investigation, and even the crimes themselves twisted and changed to fit the time and place, paperwork was always unchanging, and for that the Sherif was quite grateful for it. Being an officer of the law was never easy, especially in Piltover. The so called ‘City of Progress’ had always been a crime ridden ses-pit by night, and only the actions of Caitlyn and her officers had helped to change that for the better in the last few years. Caitlyn loved how consistent paperwork was in her life. She did not, however, love the amount of time she was required to put into finishing all of it. Any old officer had to fill out their reports and submit them, but Caitlyn was the one reviewing all of them. It wouldn’t be so bad if she didn’t have officers like Vi that simply refused to follow the proper procedure when filling out their reports. Vi’s reports infuriated her, especially when she got things like what sat in front of her. The particular incident was still burned into her memory. The two of them had responded to a call about a suspected robbery in the richer neighborhood of Piltover. Low and behold, when they did arrive, the criminal in question had a gun and a terrified hostage. Vi, being the genius that she was, decided to go in through the front door, resulting in a pile of rubble where the house used to be, a furious citizen, and a battered criminal. On her report, Vi had written “Bad guy in house. Punched him in the face. Not so bad with a broken jaw and a fractured skull, are ya jackass?” Caitlyn let out a heavy sigh of frustration, laying her head down on the desk in defeat. She didn’t even look up when she heard the door open. “Who is it and what do you want” she asked weakly, her voice muffled through the desk.

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Tears began to stream from her eyes as her mind fought itself for control. She had never felt such passion, such lust for another women...save one.  

The Huntress and the Hunted (FoJ Caitlyn)

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[LOL/女警組/色違二創注意] "You will be mine?"

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"Vi isn't a killer" Caitlyn, her anger returning. "and she isn't a thief. She's never stolen anything to my knowledge and she never plans to. She WAS a vigilante, not a thief. And in fact" she sat forward in her seat, rage now bubbling over in her mind "I've killed more people that Vi has if you want to go that far. Justice may be blind, but I choose to put my faith in it, just as you put your faith in insanity and the shadow isles."

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"You act as if you know anything" she snapped back, her normally even tone flaring slightly. "I’m dealing with murderers, rapists, kidnappers, child molester, not purse snatchers. Vi and I don’t handle petty crimes. In my eye, and in the eye of Piltovers laws, it is perfectly legal to punish hardened criminals with pain if they resist. If a child rapist never looks beautiful again, yes, I do think that would be justice."

Caitlyn rubbed her rifle absent mindedly with her left hand, still caressing the handle and trigger with her right. “You’re walking a thin line, Thresh” she muttered. “Leave my partner out of this.”

"Oh, I meant no harm towards the girl. It's admirable really, if you think about it. A regular thief becomes a cop due to some machines she slaps on her fists, and suddenly she's fine in your eyes. You talk so highly of the thief it almost seems like you like her. But that would never be acceptable now would it?" He grinned.

"Justice is complicated my dear sheriff. In the fact that it's entirely subjective, Justice can't be trusted. I'm sure the criminals you catch don't accept your views of justice, and neither do I. The world is crazy, and the only rule is kill or be killed." He explained, swinging his lantern slowly. "You fail to grasp this concept, but at least your partner understands that by destroying the lives of others she's bettering herself in the long run." He smirked, chuckling slightly.