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Many of the acolytes of Viktor's Glorious Evolution had been roaming the streets of Noxus, having gotten 'help' from him in the past couple years. They were terrorizing people, causing pain and suffering that many normal people couldn't. Worse that Darius, even. And then one approached Evaine, cracking his metallic fists with a fierce grin on his face, clearly out to steal whatever the Deciever had on her.
LeBlanc held her staff calmly in her hands, neutrality evident across her expression as the man approached her with no doubt of malicious intent on their mind. The Deceiver stood her ground, more curious of this individual than frightened– she had seen more mind-stopping appearances, but his visage was nevertheless enough to intrigue her.
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Upon hearing the storekeeper’s composed voice, her hands loosened from their vice-like grip on the chains. Ethereal metal clinking to the cemented floor of the shop without another word or struggle echoing from the man. His eyes had rolled to the back of their sockets, leaving only the white surface visible to the outside world.
She stepped over his body, picking up his loaded shotgun on the floor and facing the owner, lips thinning as fingers fished out the bloodied tag from days before. A hand held her source of inquiry in the air , dirt-caked fingernails pinched around the leather signature of the establishment and an intensity a lit in her honey-colored eyes.
“A man, one appearing to be augmented with golden teeth. He claimed items from this place; do you know his whereabouts?”
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“He recently passed away. Stealing too much got the dumb bastard killed.” He said to her in the same plain tone as before, still calm in the face of her holding the shotgun. He had dealt with many people before, and had his fear removed many years ago by the herald. “I can tell you where he got the augments however, if you’d like.”
LeBlanc threw the tag aside and lowered the shotgun she had instinctively aimed towards his person, unfazed by the announcement of her would-be-killer’s passing. He had been far too impulsive from her initial introspection during their first encounter; it was no staggering news that he now lay on the feet of those he had provoked–rightfully so.
No, the shopkeeper was far from being a reliable source, but he was far more intimate with the inner workings and groups nesting within Zaun than she would ever be no matter how many physical vassals she could tear through. Nonchalantly she asked:
“Where.”
"Emberflit Alley." The shopkeeper said plainly.
When she had arrived at the street known as Emberflit Alley, she would find the towering home of Viktor Hexten, the Machine Herald of Zaun. The house was intimidating. Even to a woman of her regard.
Many of the acolytes of Viktor's Glorious Evolution had been roaming the streets of Noxus, having gotten 'help' from him in the past couple years. They were terrorizing people, causing pain and suffering that many normal people couldn't. Worse that Darius, even. And then one approached Evaine, cracking his metallic fists with a fierce grin on his face, clearly out to steal whatever the Deciever had on her.
LeBlanc held her staff calmly in her hands, neutrality evident across her expression as the man approached her with no doubt of malicious intent on their mind. The Deceiver stood her ground, more curious of this individual than frightened– she had seen more mind-stopping appearances, but his visage was nevertheless enough to intrigue her.
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| cont’d from here|
Upon hearing the storekeeper’s composed voice, her hands loosened from their vice-like grip on the chains. Ethereal metal clinking to the cemented floor of the shop without another word or struggle echoing from the man. His eyes had rolled to the back of their sockets, leaving only the white surface visible to the outside world.
She stepped over his body, picking up his loaded shotgun on the floor and facing the owner, lips thinning as fingers fished out the bloodied tag from days before. A hand held her source of inquiry in the air , dirt-caked fingernails pinched around the leather signature of the establishment and an intensity a lit in her honey-colored eyes.
“A man, one appearing to be augmented with golden teeth. He claimed items from this place; do you know his whereabouts?”
@ask-the-herald
"He recently passed away. Stealing too much got the dumb bastard killed." He said to her in the same plain tone as before, still calm in the face of her holding the shotgun. He had dealt with many people before, and had his fear removed many years ago by the herald. "I can tell you where he got the augments however, if you'd like."
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Many of the acolytes of Viktor's Glorious Evolution had been roaming the streets of Noxus, having gotten 'help' from him in the past couple years. They were terrorizing people, causing pain and suffering that many normal people couldn't. Worse that Darius, even. And then one approached Evaine, cracking his metallic fists with a fierce grin on his face, clearly out to steal whatever the Deciever had on her.
LeBlanc held her staff calmly in her hands, neutrality evident across her expression as the man approached her with no doubt of malicious intent on their mind. The Deceiver stood her ground, more curious of this individual than frightened– she had seen more mind-stopping appearances, but his visage was nevertheless enough to intrigue her.
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Clumsy, unorganized. Evaine could hear Emilia’s future scolding now– but there was no time to hesitate any longer. Vivid green lights blinded her vision, hurdling the illusionist into a rack of clothing and causing her to tumble to the ground gracelessly; already sensing the scattered eyes of the few patrons encircling her. Knuckles turned snowlike as they wrapped themselves around the metal ornate of her staff; her composure free of hesitance as she stood from the mess at her feet. She distorted through the man holding a shotgun within the blink of an eye, a clone left behind in her stead as an ethereal chain tangled itself around his neck.
Amber eyes looked on, the last traces of blue melding with the golden hue within the irises of her foreboding stare.
He let out a choking sound as the chain wrapped around his neck, dropping the shotgun as his hand moved up to quickly untangle it. Evaine would find herself in the store where the clothing was from. Nothing more. And now, if she wanted any information, all she’d have to do was ask the owner. The man whom she had gotten the clothing tag from hadn’t been much more than a Zaunite Rat among the streets. Easily identified.
LeBlanc grit her teeth at the sight of the man struggling against the bindings of the ethereal chains, watching with little interest as his shotgun clattered to the floor with the discordant clang of metal. She pulled, tightening the coil of metal around the Zaunite’s neck. Knuckles bleached themselves white with burning anticipation of his inevitable death whilst narrowed orbs flicked to the other patrons that surrounded them, a remorseless glaze in her eyes.
“Who is the owner of this establishment?” She demanded, ornate staff poised readily in her hand; it’s purple gems seemingly alit with a paralleled intensity to her inquiry.
The person behind the counter cleared their throat, as to pull her attention. "I am." He said in a fairly calm tone, for the circumstances at least. "What is it you're here for, ma'am?" He asked, leaning against the counter with his arms over his chest.
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Many of the acolytes of Viktor's Glorious Evolution had been roaming the streets of Noxus, having gotten 'help' from him in the past couple years. They were terrorizing people, causing pain and suffering that many normal people couldn't. Worse that Darius, even. And then one approached Evaine, cracking his metallic fists with a fierce grin on his face, clearly out to steal whatever the Deciever had on her.
LeBlanc held her staff calmly in her hands, neutrality evident across her expression as the man approached her with no doubt of malicious intent on their mind. The Deceiver stood her ground, more curious of this individual than frightened– she had seen more mind-stopping appearances, but his visage was nevertheless enough to intrigue her.
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|cont’d from here |
Clumsy, unorganized. Evaine could hear Emilia’s future scolding now– but there was no time to hesitate any longer. Vivid green lights blinded her vision, hurdling the illusionist into a rack of clothing and causing her to tumble to the ground gracelessly; already sensing the scattered eyes of the few patrons encircling her. Knuckles turned snowlike as they wrapped themselves around the metal ornate of her staff; her composure free of hesitance as she stood from the mess at her feet. She distorted through the man holding a shotgun within the blink of an eye, a clone left behind in her stead as an ethereal chain tangled itself around his neck.
Amber eyes looked on, the last traces of blue melding with the golden hue within the irises of her foreboding stare.
He let out a choking sound as the chain wrapped around his neck, dropping the shotgun as his hand moved up to quickly untangle it. Evaine would find herself in the store where the clothing was from. Nothing more. And now, if she wanted any information, all she’d have to do was ask the owner. The man whom she had gotten the clothing tag from hadn’t been much more than a Zaunite Rat among the streets. Easily identified.
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A scared text
A late night text
An excited text
A taunting text
An angry text
A frustrated text
A concerned text
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A wrong number text
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Many of the acolytes of Viktor's Glorious Evolution had been roaming the streets of Noxus, having gotten 'help' from him in the past couple years. They were terrorizing people, causing pain and suffering that many normal people couldn't. Worse that Darius, even. And then one approached Evaine, cracking his metallic fists with a fierce grin on his face, clearly out to steal whatever the Deciever had on her.
LeBlanc held her staff calmly in her hands, neutrality evident across her expression as the man approached her with no doubt of malicious intent on their mind. The Deceiver stood her ground, more curious of this individual than frightened– she had seen more mind-stopping appearances, but his visage was nevertheless enough to intrigue her.
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“Nngh…” a pained groan slipped past her lips, the full force of the man’s blows rendering her weak and numb. LeBlanc’s blood covered hand grasped for the nearest object she could cling her beaten body to; the needles of pain prickling throughout her entire body and face as she pulled her upper body up from the ground. Her own blood, speckled throughout her hands; when was the last time she had seen that?
Miscalculation. Unforeseen.
LeBlanc bit her lip, nearly crying out as she hit her back against a grimy wall. The Deceiver grit her teeth at the pain coursing through her nerves. Daggers, it was like daggers, she noted to herself– like the days of her missions for the Rose. Three months into this new position… there were bound to be mistakes, but her fears trickled like venom down her throat now; alongside Emilia’s own high held expectations.
Fuck.
“Foolish girl, your provoking was unecessary” Emilia echoed in her mind.
Shut up.
Leaning her head back against the wall, she ran a hand down her bloodied face, surely her nose was broken from the man’s punches. Tears threatened to leave her, her throat blocked by a lump as she bordered on breaking out into sobs; foolish indeed. Her eyes flickered to the ground, not wanting to face the looks of any stranger that were to pass by. Amongst the blood, she found a tag– a clothes tag from the man who had beat her.
Her eyes darkened.
The tag would simply read that the clothing had been made in Zaun. It mentioned no name, other than the place it was from.
How much time had passed since her encounter with the man? A week? A few days? Perhaps even a month? The toil of time didn’t seem to be relevant to her now, compared to the past when the sands of the years and days ran down her throat like bile, scratching and marking her until she withered under it’s ministrations. But of course,with the veil of Emilia LeBlanc shadowing over frailness, insecurity, and weakness beneath there was no need to continue the anguish mortals are subjected to.
She trod through the muck of the alleyways, taking an occasional gander at the tag that she clutched unto so dearly and finally found the location it stated. A run down building, more or less abandoned if she didn’t know better by the decayed appearances of the others surrounding her.
“Here.” Emilia whispered “Distort through the wall, enter.”
Evaine hesitated, amber orbs focusing intently on the task given to her as she used her magic to slip through the cracked cement walls; holding her breath at the thought of what lay beyond.
On the inside of the wall, she would find a simple clothing store, one that only would belong in Zaun. It was dimly lit by lanterns emitting green light, shining into her eyes as she ended up in a rack of shirts, it tumbling down with her inside of it, everyone around her quickly taking notice. They looked like more of the brute that ended up in Noxus, one holding a shotgun, another couple just having been browsing for clothing. They were simply just the citizens of Zaun, the tumbling having surprised the man into pulling out the shotgun. "Who are you?" He asked, the shotgun trained on her.
"Wake up! Oh god, please wake up!"
Viktor had made a mistake. One that was damned near fatal. He was shot in the lung after helping out some citizens of Zaun. Ones who had barely survived gang attacks. Then those gangs came after him. He was laying, bleeding in the streets on his back, still passed out even with encouragement from Kamelia to wake up.
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Viktor let out a sigh as he began to wake up after she had finished healing his wound, slowly beginning to open up his eyes as he looked up to her. “Kamelia..?” He asked quietly. “What’re you doing here..?”
“I could ask you the same thing.” She frowned, before shaking her head. “It doesn’t matter what I’m doing here, I wander around anywhere. The better question is, what are you doing here? And why were you injured?” She helped him into a more comfortable position, letting his head rest on her lap.
He just let out a quiet sigh as he felt her set his head in her lap, looking up to her. “I had just saved some families that had been hunted down by some of these damned Zaunite gangs. They must have come after me.” He said quietly.
"Wake up! Oh god, please wake up!"
Viktor had made a mistake. One that was damned near fatal. He was shot in the lung after helping out some citizens of Zaun. Ones who had barely survived gang attacks. Then those gangs came after him. He was laying, bleeding in the streets on his back, still passed out even with encouragement from Kamelia to wake up.
“Tch, dammit Viktor..” She muttered, despite her being essentially a goddess of the Dark Star, she still had some humanity in her that made her care for the ones she considered close. Frowning, she thought over her options before deciding.
“You better wake up..” She would wave her hand over the wound’s area, cosmic energy forming over her hand as she did as her magic worked to remove the bullet and to heal him. It was a slow process as she never done this to anyone else but herself and a few others who were of the same status as her.
Viktor remained knocked out for a good while after she had began to heal him, grunting and groaning softly in pain at the feeling of the bullet being removed, his eyes closing tighter at the burning sensation, his hands clenching into fists. He hadn’t really expected the gunshot. Damned thugs.
She continued her work, managing to repair the damage the best she could as the bullet was out now and the hole mended along with it no longer bleeding. She would give a sigh of relief, hoping he would wake up now.
“Come on, wake up Viktor..” She would gently nudge his face with her hand to coax him.
Viktor let out a sigh as he began to wake up after she had finished healing his wound, slowly beginning to open up his eyes as he looked up to her. “Kamelia..?” He asked quietly. “What’re you doing here..?”
"Wake up! Oh god, please wake up!"
Viktor had made a mistake. One that was damned near fatal. He was shot in the lung after helping out some citizens of Zaun. Ones who had barely survived gang attacks. Then those gangs came after him. He was laying, bleeding in the streets on his back, still passed out even with encouragement from Kamelia to wake up.
“Tch, dammit Viktor..” She muttered, despite her being essentially a goddess of the Dark Star, she still had some humanity in her that made her care for the ones she considered close. Frowning, she thought over her options before deciding.
“You better wake up..” She would wave her hand over the wound’s area, cosmic energy forming over her hand as she did as her magic worked to remove the bullet and to heal him. It was a slow process as she never done this to anyone else but herself and a few others who were of the same status as her.
Viktor remained knocked out for a good while after she had began to heal him, grunting and groaning softly in pain at the feeling of the bullet being removed, his eyes closing tighter at the burning sensation, his hands clenching into fists. He hadn't really expected the gunshot. Damned thugs.
"Wake up! Oh god, please wake up!"
Viktor had made a mistake. One that was damned near fatal. He was shot in the lung after helping out some citizens of Zaun. Ones who had barely survived gang attacks. Then those gangs came after him. He was laying, bleeding in the streets on his back, still passed out even with encouragement from Kamelia to wake up.
M!A on- Seems to be observing him, floating idly with a hand resting on her cheek as her head tilted ever so slightly at the man.
Viktor had not yet noticed the summoner, working on projects for the citizens of Zaun. On his desk were parts for people who needed them, labelled with the names of the folks as well. Darren, Wallace, Rick. Many people whom had been injured or otherwise inconvenienced by the Zaun grey. He had arms, legs, as well as things that would attach to them. Tanks of oxygen, constantly able to filter out the outside air, bringing in fresh oxygen, easily able to retract into the metallic flesh substance he had created if they were to take a trip up to Piltover. He looked worn, like he had been working non-stop for a week.
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He let out a quiet chuckle at hearing the proposal from her, shaking his head slowly as he began to stand up, sighing softly, as he started to stretch out a bit too. It had been a while since he had moved. “It’s definitely darker. I like the way you look, if I’m honest.” He said softly, really looking at her for the first time in this new form.
“Oh my, I’m flattered to know you like it~” She giggled, moving in a circle to show off her new look to him. “So, are you sure you don’t want me to join you in laying in bed~?” She winked, feeling playful for once.
He just raised a brow at how playful she seemed to be at the moment, smiling very slightly. "I suppose you could join me. I'm getting food firstly though." He said softly.
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"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down! You don't want to get even more hurt, do you?"
"Tell me where it hurts."
"Whoa, that's purple... It looks like your shoulder is dislocated."
"Oh my god. Are you okay?"
"You're bleeding... You're bleeding bad..."
"This is gonna hurt..."
"Holy crap! I may not know much about human anatomy, but legs don't bend that way!"
"It's all swollen up..."
"You have a black eye. Where you fighting with someone?"
"Okay... Okay, hospital. Hospital, now."
"I think you have a concussion."
"Calm down! Calm down! Your ankle is sprained, okay?"
"Here, lean on me."
"I'm gonna need more bandaids..."
"What the hell happened to you!?"
"Here, I need to clean you up. This might sting a bit..."
"We need to get the bullet out..."
"Oh my god, you've been shot!"
"Did... did you get beat up!?"
"Just hold on. You're gonna be fine..."
"Look out for that car!"
"Wake up! Oh god, please wake up!"
"You're alive! Oh, thank god!"
"I'm no doctor, but you should have that looked at. It's bleeding a lot..."
"What is that? Are there bandages under your shirt?"
"Why is your arm wrapped up like that? And are those blood stains!?"
"You must have hit the back of your head really hard."
"Look at me. Just look at me and stay awake. Can you do that?"
My muse went missing and you decided to go find them, you soon find yourself in a strange place and in the middle of the room is my muse, but they seem... Different.
Send “Shadow of true self” to see the shadow of my muse’s true self.
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