"Highly unlikely... Not sure though. I'm not to familiar with cursed magic."

Lux gasped.

"You can't be serious." She said quietly, before growing alarmed. "GIMME!"

"The League doesn't let me do that in matches." Lux replied. "Apparently, it wouldn't be fair."

"The good spells don't have signs, except their results." Lux said, looking him over. "I don't know... you might want to visit the College of Magic and see if they can detect anything on you."

"Sure thing, bro." Evelynn hands Brolaf the now mostly-developed photo, which is actually a stock picture of the entire Crownguard family. She winks at Brolaf to keep up the act and turns back to Lux.

"Too late! Soon the whole world will see your beautiful keister! Muwhahahaa!"

"Oh... it's probably nothing more than a side effect from spending my time around southern Ionia after the last Rune War. Although...it does seem to have grown more apparent in the recent months."

Randle holds out his hand and concentrates. Suddenly, a blue light surrounds his whole hand for a brief minute before dying down. His hand resembles a scorched arm before flashing a flux of colors and returning normal.

"Well...that sure was...new."

A dagger is throwen at Lux's head, but misses by just a hair. Bits of blonde hair cut by the razor edge of the daggers fall upon the Demacian's shoulder. Upon the hilt of the dagger is tied a note:

Luxanna Crownguard.

What is this I hear about you molesting Riven?! I had thoguht us to have some understanding with each other. So why is it I hear you are harassing my... <Something erased several times> exiled friend, Riven?

She clearly is uncomfortable with your presence as much as you force yourself upon her. Back off.... or else you'll see me in person very soon. Do I need to bring the pictures Evelynn took of you half naked and drunk at Riven's birthday party?

-Katarina Du Couteau

P.S. I'm serious. She's min-<scribbled out>.
P.S.S. I missed on purpose.

Evelynn instinctively reacts to the dagger, lashing out her hand and catching it between her middle and ring finger before it can chop off even a single strand of Lux's hair. She looks around for the culprit for a moment before turning back to Lux and handing her the note that was pinned to it.

"My, aren't we popular?"

"MY BEAUTIFUL KEISTER IS MY BUSINESS!" Lux exclaimed, pointing at it while blushing fiercely.

Lux tilted her head, furrowing her brow.

"That... WAS odd." She said. "I don't know, I think that was... I don't know." She shrugged helplessly. "I'm sorry, this type of thing isn't my specialty."

"But I claim it, such is its beauty." Evelynn said matter-of-factly, reaching half-heartedly toward Lux's behind.

((Ah, I understand. A lot of characters have had less than satisfactory RPers over the years. :P ))

"Mine neither. I'm starting to think I should stop by that College soon. You wouldn't happen to know the direction it's in, would you?"

At which point, the foolish Noxian would get tackled by several Demacian guards, for being foolish enough to think the Crownguard estate wasn't lit up like the Vegas strip for miles around by clairvoyant mages. Even the dagger itself was knocked off course by an arrow mid-flight. Lux just shook her head, idly listening to the guards yell at Katarina and literally throw her over the wall lining Demacia. She landed in a horse stable, on a pile of soiled hay.

"We'll bill you for the horse." One muttered.

Lux read the letter, and frowned. Molesting? With... through the mail? The Institute would surely nerf such an amazing feat of magic if they ever learned of it. Shaking her head at the psychotic ramblings, Lux crumpled the letter up and threw it into the fireplace.