Hi there, I'm Sky! If you have inquires for Jayce or Viktor and can't reach them, I will gladly take a message for you. Oh! You need something from me? Sure!
Jayce walks Sky home and talks about Viktor and him "that night" and afterward (part two)
Sky checks up on Viktor (in progress)
Sky does a bad thing
I commed the ever lovely @gilsart to do Sky! (She is definitely not eyeing her boys about to drink coffee from a beaker and test tube) Thank you so much Gil!
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This is a highly subjective question, so I will tell you my personal preference, yes?
I live a notoriously spartan existence, but where I do indulge myself is the bedroom — ah, that is to say, I have spent considerable time and resources to obtain the most comfortable mattress and other sleep necessities. Sleep is essential for a well-functioning mind and my body appreciates the extra support.
I digress.
I prefer a warm, weighted blanket. The compression is soothing, and makes me less likely to move in my sleep. Actually… Jayce makes a good blanket, especially during the winter. In the summer, eh, not so much. I use a simple blue blanket.
I commissioned a friend of mine to crochet a blanket for me. It's my favorite because I can ball it up and use it as a cozy huggable pillow or, in Kiki's case, the softness of it is very biscuit making worthy.
Do you think there is anything dangerous about hextech? If it exploded once how do you know it won’t do it again? Do you think Viktor and Jayce can be trusted to be responsible with it
Jayce and Viktor have spent countless hours perfecting equations and algorithms. Spent long nights drawing and scrapping blueprints. Have used countless resources to build and craft. They have painstakingly made sure that the hexgems are stable when housed within hextech.
All within ten years.
Of course there are always mistakes and accidents. Sometimes there were close calls. Other times they wanted to call it quits. But they persevered.
I never doubt them. They are extraordinary people accomplishing extraordinary feats to improve the lives of not just Piltover's people but of the undercity as well.
I trust them wholeheartedly and I will defend them from people's doubts.
have you considered what jayce and viktor are doing is dangerous? do you ever worry about if it goes wrong?
I have plenty of trust in both Jayce and Viktor's regulation of the arcane. I don't like to think of the bad outcomes. I have bad enough anxiety as it is!
...
Although, sometimes, I do get the feeling of something...I dunno, uncanny when I look at the Hexcore for too long. It's not my anxiety either! It's an entirely different sensation. I try not to focus on that as well.
Hi Sky! I hope you’re doing well. I’m sorry if you’ve been asked this before, but what was it like growing up in Zaun?
I've been hanging in there. The progress on the Hexcore has been paused for the time being so I've had more time on my hands. I should be glad but I worry for both Jayce and Viktor...
This is a highly subjective question, so I will tell you my personal preference, yes?
I live a notoriously spartan existence, but where I do indulge myself is the bedroom — ah, that is to say, I have spent considerable time and resources to obtain the most comfortable mattress and other sleep necessities. Sleep is essential for a well-functioning mind and my body appreciates the extra support.
I digress.
I prefer a warm, weighted blanket. The compression is soothing, and makes me less likely to move in my sleep. Actually… Jayce makes a good blanket, especially during the winter. In the summer, eh, not so much. I use a simple blue blanket.
I commissioned a friend of mine to crochet a blanket for me. It's my favorite because I can ball it up and use it as a cozy huggable pillow or, in Kiki's case, the softness of it is very biscuit making worthy.
This is a highly subjective question, so I will tell you my personal preference, yes?
I live a notoriously spartan existence, but where I do indulge myself is the bedroom — ah, that is to say, I have spent considerable time and resources to obtain the most comfortable mattress and other sleep necessities. Sleep is essential for a well-functioning mind and my body appreciates the extra support.
I digress.
I prefer a warm, weighted blanket. The compression is soothing, and makes me less likely to move in my sleep. Actually… Jayce makes a good blanket, especially during the winter. In the summer, eh, not so much. I use a simple blue blanket.
I commissioned a friend of mine to crochet a blanket for me. It's my favorite because I can ball it up and use it as a cozy huggable pillow or, in Kiki's case, the softness of it is very biscuit making worthy.
Oh my little girl they did you so dirty… I mean seriously, you killed her TWICE??? I know she is not the only one who was killed twice but like that??? 😭😭😭
So I gave her some peace. I am sure she won’t be blaming Viktor for what happened. I would like to see them talk about it.
Rest in peace babygirl I loved you and i always will 😭🤲
Sky's hands don't tremble as she fills a syringe with the modified and proper dosage of Shimmer for a human body. Her hands stay steady as she fills another syringe with cobra venom, known to destroy muscle and nerves. In this experiment, the venom would be the variable, similar to what The Gray does to Viktor's body, specifically his lungs. Degrading and eroding. Destroying.
Slowly, Sky slips off her lab coat and folds it neatly on a stack of books on the floor. Next, she ties her hair up as she locks the door and then makes her way around the desk to sit. This experiment was too valuable to be interrupted. The results could not be flawed or askew. Too much was at stake.
A third syringe of cobra antivenom sits next to the other two, just in case.
She slips her pants off and folds them atop her lab coat. She moves through the motions meticulously, nervously now as she draws closer to the actual act of the experiment. She stares at the purple pink glowing Shimmer in the corner of her sight.
Before her anxiety tells her otherwise, she bares her teeth and grips the syringe and readies it. The venom and Shimmer would be administered into her thigh.
Her hand trembles now, but her resolve is firm.
Is it madness that drove her now?
She has been replaying the words "desperation" and "fear" endlessly these past months.
Maybe, with a twisted sense of mutuality, she now knew what Viktor and Jayce feel developing Hextec.
The needle burns as it goes into her skin. Anticipation makes her tense. A short whimper leaves her lips as she presses the plunger. She begins to write the time on the clock in her journal, but fire incarnate burns her leg.
A cry leaves her as she draws the needle out of her body, hand flexing wide as she slams it onto her desk. In doing so, a pot of ink spills onto her desk, bleeding into Viktor's files. Sky can't focus on the loss as they eagerly soak up the black ink. Just as the ink spreads, so does the venom.
Quickly, she grabs a nearby pocket notebook and shoves it into her mouth to bite down on. It creaks in her mouth as her teeth drive divots into the soft leather of the cover.
To produce accurate results, she needs to wait no less or no more than five minutes. The cusp of life or death was truly a fine line.
It had been eight twenty when she gave herself the dose.
For five minutes, she would need to endure this pain. It was worth ending the lifetime that Viktor had felt it.
Eight twenty-one.
Sky rears her head back, groaning. So quickly her throat felt tight. Her head swims, and her vision becomes blurry.
Eight twenty-two, and Sky wondered if this had been a mistake. Sweat was gathering on her skin, and her heart felt as though it was about to beat out of her chest.
The room sways, her stomach lurches, and she feels her body growing numb.
Panic has her bringing herself forward, blindly reaching for the syringe of Shimmer before she entirely slips from her chair and crumples to the floor, glasses falling to the floor and cracking.
She wouldn't die like this. The trials had proven this. It could reverse narcosis. Could reverse nerve damage.
Sky stabs the needle into her leg, fingers trembling and shaking too much to attain a proper grip on the plunger.
She cries out a broken sound of panic, fingers slipping just enough to administer half the dose.
The marble floor was cold, but her body felt colder.
Darkness crept into her vision, and seconds later, it swallowed her whole.
In history, desperation made humans do remarkable things. Fear made them unpredictable. Mixing both either created bravery or stupidity. There’s a fine line between the two.
I just don’t know what side I dance on. The line is becoming so blurred, just like the days and nights. I wake up in my office and know that Viktor does the same in pain.
I know time is a commodity I don’t have much of. Each day is another step towards a solution as I refine and isolate the positive enantiomers from Shimmer.
Jayce or Viktor hasn’t caught me on my trips to the undercity. Not yet, anyway. As needed, and with a hefty fee in addition to my purchases, I keep in contact with a Shimmer dealer. For them, business has been good enough to keep my transactions secret.
(The page ends and starts with a new entry midway in a different color ink.)
It has been some time since my last journal entry. I don’t have time for anything else other than feeding Kiki, resting, and eating. But this time, I will make it a priority to record the results of the human trial.
I will offer myself to test the final Shimmer product. In my hand, after hours of refining, are three vials of purified Shimmer. In my other hand is a sample of cobra venom acquired from the black markets beyond Piltover. On my desk are Viktor’s medical records, which I swiped from his doctor for a bribe and maybe a small threat. I stare at the prognosis staring back at me, and I feel my resolve harden.
A line separates desperation and fear. I believe the will to survive is a result of these two combined. In some ways, in some cases, maybe there is no line after all. Just human instinct to persevere, to endure.
Trial One:
dosage time: 8-
(The hyphen is a long and deep black gouge in the paper as it sharply strays off the page.)
I don't see a thing! See? My hand is over my eyes! My back is to you both! I'll-I'll just leave and be on my way to ask someone else how to eat this mango I found on my desk! I saw nothing, Viktor. Not a thing Jayce!
....I'm...?
Where...did this come from? Why? I've...actually never had one of these before. Th-thank you?
...
How do I eat it...?
She shrugs and takes a bite of it skin and all
Sky sits on her couch. Next to her, Kiki is sleeping soundly. It's a cold night. She shouldn't be awake at this hour but she is.
Troubled thoughts haunt her.
Too much.
So little time.
She craves someone to talk to. Anyone. About everything she has done to find this cure for her friend. But everything she has done is so very...illegal. Dangerous. Risky.
