[hexcrsd]

# HEXCRSD  ;    a  private  &  mutuals  only  blog  for   viktor   of  the arcane universe, based heavily on the nexflix adaptation, featuring a variety of verses and infinite possibilities waiting to be discovered. heavily affiliated with @silklies, @jt4lis, @med4rda & @4rew1nd. not spoiler free!

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[silklies-moved]

@serpcntes ; ❝ whoa ... that's so cool. ❞ ( baby viktor @ powder )

it wasn't often that she showed off her little inventions, especially not to people other than vi ⸺ her attempts of making bombs and gadgets never worked and often was rubbed in her face ( by mylo ). despite that, hearing the sudden voice behind her as she tinkered away on a new bomb she was calling mouser, she nearly jumps out of her own skin, whipping her head to look back and seeing viktor. a sheepish smile makes its way onto her lips, moving on her own bed to face him properly instead of having her back facing him.

like most of the kids that hung around the last drop, they've all been taken in by vander ( she and vi already knew vander since they were younger, their parents being friends with him ), viktor just so happened to be one of the newer ones of the bunch, a welcomed face nonetheless. holding onto the little device, she looks down at it, observing the drawings she's done on it, her signature combo of pink and blue. ❛ you think so ? ❜ looking back at him, she seems almost shy about it, not use to receiving compliments unless it came from her sister or vander.

tentatively, she holds it out to him, allowing him to take it if he wanted to look at it. ❛ i ... i don't think it'll work, they never do but i always try. vi is the only one who believes in me ... ❜ pulling her knees up to her chest on the bed, she peeks at him from over them. she didn't know much about viktor yet other than he was from a level of zaun that was much more affected by the gray, a less fortunate place to be. ❛ o ⸺ oh ! you can sit down if you want. ❜ there was a big space beside her on her bed, she didn't want to force him to just stand there. reaching to the side, she pats at the spot beside her, offering up a spot for him.

[hexcrsd]

it was never easy to make friends from where he was but down here, around the last drop, he didn't seem to have that problem. everyone vander had taken under his wing had been so nice to him, so supportive ( even mylo and his teasing ) that he'd been a little overwhelmed in the beginning but as he got more used to their presence and their habits and way they lived, he'd started to come out of his shell a little, trying to reach out to talk first. it wasn't easy but he's trying.

seeing powder tinkering away in her room by herself, he'd decided to be brave and approach her, curious to know what she was working on this time. he'd seen her tinkering away before but he'd not seen this device before. smiling sheepishly, not meaning to scare her, he waited patiently for her to reply, smile turning softer as she did. he doesn't expect it to be held out to him ( kids never shared their toys with him ) but he's warmed that she trusts him enough to do so, taking a shuffling step closer to take it and turn it in his palm to study it.

it looks handmade but in the loving way, able to see all the details and attempts to curve metal to form the shape, adorned in pink and blue doodles. with the mention that it never seems to work, his eyes flick up to her then back own with a thoughtful furrow of brows, only glancing up again when she offers up the space next to her. he moves forward carefully and takes a seat on the edge of the bed, cane resting next to him. now with both hands freed up, he can look over it more. though it's hard to tell why it doesn't work without pulling it apart to see the mechanisms inside. ❝ i'm pretty good at making things. i could take a look at it and see what's wrong with it? ❞ he offers, before quickly adding: ❝ if -- if you want. ❞

[allpossibilitiesold]

“ you're ... you're alive. it worked! ” he could almost cry in relief right now or kiss the man in front of him. when he'd seen him go down in front of him, when he'd seen the enforcer shoot him, he'd gone into a frenzied panic and ordered those nearby to pick him up and get him the hell back to the lab, and for the first day or so, he hadn't been sure if the hexcore had done anything. if it had worked. but now jayce is awake. changed, but awake, and viktor is ecstatic. hands grasp at shoulders, noticing the way they were solid. not in mass but in a different matter entirely, as if they were metal. his eyes wander over his shoulders then back up to his face, the almost manic glee on his face hard to hide. “ you're okay. ” ( zaun verse <3 )

“ viktor? ” he questions as he steps forward, suddenly feeling an odd emptiness. eyes flit back to the odd encasing he'd been in before he looks forward again. jayce hesitates in place, b l i n k i n g slowly as he attempts to take in the room. vision goes from blurry to alarmingly clear. there is a crispness to everything, definition in the line of a desk, or the shape of a light. and as his eyes finally drop @hexcrsd is suddenly before him. jayce's eyes blink, hazel eyes almost b r i g h t e n e d . the ring of brown around his pupil replaced with an unnatural blue. the green in his eyes much more vibrant, the colors almost intwining in the light of the lab.

brows furrow slightly, the words leaving his lips before he can truly process vkktor's relief, “ what happened ? ” but even after jayce asks, his mind begins to fill in the blanks. the raid, the fleeing, the shot. his head tilts slightly, his hand lifting to his own chest, resting where he'd remembered the bullet bursting through his skin. “ i was shot ... ” he continues, at this point more so thinking out loud, his attention far from the man before him. hands on his shoulders a d i s t a n t feeling as he drops his gaze to look down at what at become of him. jayce isn't sure what feeling is rattling around in his chest, a mix of confusion, maybe frustration. maybe he's scared. but as he lifts his gaze to look to viktor he asks, “ what did you do? ”

[hexcrsd]

human or not, jayce was still just as perfect as he was before. it didn't matter to him if his skin had changed colour or turned metallic, if he suddenly sprouted four arms or six eyes, jayce would remain the same old partner he had come to know and respect and adore. so blinded by it, he doesn't notice any discomfort or the fact he had to adjust to a new way of seeing and experiencing things. the only thing he notices is the confusion, and he has a perfectly good answer for it ; their pet project. the entire reason the two of them even met for longer than seconds at a time, always in passing.

❝ the hexcore saved you. ❞ even as he says that, he's moving away to grab the notebook, loose papers carelessly falling from it but he pays it no mind as he tries to show him what he'd discovered, gleeful and excited by the prospect of what this could mean for them and their project. ❝ it's ... it's remarkable. the way it changed the body to adapt to your injuries, the self-sufficient nature of it. this could be what we were searching for all this time. it may not provide clean air or fertile lands like we'd hoped it would but it could help the body adapt to its environments. ❞ it's an almost backwards way of thinking, said out loud, but if they couldn't change the city and its toxic atmosphere then perhaps they needed to change.

[bitch-mittxns]

They  were  unofficially  her  gauntlets  now  ,  Vi  had  been  rather  impressed  with  the  design  but  using  them  hadn't  been  plain  sailing.  She  understood  little  to  nothing  regarding  the  hextech  feature  -  nor  general  basic  mechanics  ,  inventing  shit  was  always  Powder's  domain  whereas  Vi  solved  her  problems  with  her  fists  ,  though  that  wasn't  an  option  here.

❝  maybe  -  if  you  weren't  lurking  waiting  for  something  to  go  wrong  ,  I  could  think  straight  ,  I  can  feel  your  judgement  burning  into  my  skull  ❞ ,  Viktor  was  probably  right  ,  but  she'd  try  everything  before  handing  them  over.

[hexcrsd]

well that was a wish that vi wasn't going to have granted, because viktor didn't back off nor did he stop staring at her, watching her every move. but perhaps he can grant her a moment of silence ... after one more comment. ❝ then i suppose you have the money to pay for it when you break it. ❞ not if, when. because at this point, it was inevitable that she would end up breaking it and he would be surprised if she didn't. she almost reminds him of jayce ; stubborn and determined to prove others wrong. it would be easier for her to simply hand them over but that would mean accepting defeat.

so whilst she tried to figure out what was wrong with the gauntlet and how to fix it, viktor simply watched and occasionally jotted down some notes in the book next to him, idly multi-tasking between the two. how much longer would she keep on trying? a glance up to the clock told him that a good five minutes had passed and seemingly with no real progress. still, viktor said nothing, allowing her to work in silence. eventually sky returned from her break and he graciously accepted her offer of tea, nosily slurping at it once it was handed to her, not at all in a petty way.

[4rew1nd-moved-deactivated202503]

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[boysofprogress]

in the pursuit of great ,

                                                we failed to do good.

[knowthingsmoved]

she supposed this is what she got for not heading out earlier to post up at a cafe to get her work done. this was always the price of being your own boss ⸻ you had to make your own schedule. and it is very easy to ignore yourself. now as she stands in the cafe, coffee mug in hand and backpack swung over her shoulder, with no luck of finding an open spot. she's about to go ask for a to-go cup for her coffee so she can go find another cafe, but then she spots an empty seat. she approaches, only pauses when she sees the bag on the chair.

again, she's looking over her shoulder to verify there's no where else before approaching the seat, politely asking if the seat was was free. there's a light pinch of guilt in her stomach as he hastily moves his belongings, but it's too late to take that back so she brushes off the apology and merely responds, “ thanks, ” and a soft smile.

emery sets her mug on the counter and then hangs her backpack over one shoulder so she can pull out her laptop and tablet before dropping the bag under the counter she takes seat on the stool. as the stranger speaks again she looks over to him and laughs, before looking back to the counter so she can start setting up her stuff. she replies, “ yeah, i'm honestly really surprised. i thought a friday would be safe, but i guess everyone had that idea. ”

[hexcrsd]

despite the slight rowdiness to the normally quiet café, he'll get the work done. much like the woman that'd taken a seat next to him perhaps, whatever her work was, curiously watching as she pulled out a laptop to work on, setting up her workspace. there's a small smile offered as her gaze lands on him, echoing the thoughts he also had about this place. he'd come often enough to know which days were good and which times were best to work in peace but sometimes, the universe decides to ruin those carefully curated schedules. still, at least he'd managed to make it work.

❝ you and i both. ❞ still, he can't complain too much. at least he'd found a seat and made a decent start on the grading. only ... another three classes to mark. the thought almost made him groan but he refrained. barely. he pushes aside the long hours of work and turns his attention to his coffee, taking a soothing sip of it. the one saving grace getting him through all of this right now. ❝ it is usually much quieter. ❞ he muses before he brushes it off, setting the mug aside once more. ❝ you are quite lucky to find a seat here. ❞ though in the next two or so hours, the majority would likely start to filter out and head home, and he'd still be there, typing away until almost close.

[arcanedaily]

YOUNG VIKTOR | Arcane – 1.06 “When These Walls Come Tumbling Down”

[nemaline]

The air outside is just as close and fume-filled as it had been inside, and so it does little to clear his head. He sighs, raking his fingers through dark locks that are, unfortunately, starting to grey. A strand here and there; stress is most likely to kill him. He takes out a cigarette and a lighter, but catching movement out of the corner of his good eye deters him from lighting it. Ah, the boy from earlier, @hexcrsd. "I meant what I said in there," He says, plucking the cigarette from his lips. He gestures with it as he speaks, a habit that refuses to fade from existence. "You're a bright lad. What can Singed offer a mind like yours?"

[hexcrsd]

under the piercing gaze of the strange male, viktor shrinks a little, yet there's a spark of curiosity deep within, burning with a thousand questions that he's too shy to say outwardly. what did this man see in him? why had he taken an interest in him? what did this man foresee him becoming in his future? so many questions, yet none dared to leave his tongue. instead he dabbled in silence, extracting the liquid from the flower as silco lingered nearby, seemingly intrigued by the work and its progress. he'd not been working on it for very long, granted, three months at most since returning to the scientist, but they'd already made some headway.

the young teen pauses as he hears the man speak, breaking the silence and all concentration that viktor had, head turning to cast his gaze over at him. it takes him a little off guard, stunned for a moment before scrambling to find an answer to that question. it's easy to answer in hindsight but being put on the spot is enough to make anyone's mind go blank. ❝ the answer to curing disease. ❞ to saving people, so that no one has to lose someone they love to the grey like he had. no child should have to lose a mother like that. there's a small shrug as his head turns away, voice growing quieter. ❝ maybe this'll save people. ❞

[hexcrsd]

i'm slowly working on drafts but they may take some (more) time than usual. trying to go through them a bit at a time, writing what i can write and making sure i actually like what i write before just tossing it out.

[med4rda]

she   can't   help   but   roll   her   eyes   dramatically   at least a little as @hexcrsd nods his head towards the stranger that's caught   both   of their interest.   she wasn't going to approach him all by herself,   if they were both   intrigued   by him,   it was only right to   bring   viktor along with her.   setting down the pallet by the easel,   she starts to walk over to where viktor is sitting,   a hand on her   hip   as she stands right in front of him.   a brow shoots up as she looks at him,   eyes narrowed ever so slightly as if she was going to   scold   him.   ❛   i'm   not   going  to  be  the  only  one  to  approach  him,   you're   coming   with  me.   ❜   if people didn't know any better,   it would look as though she was harassing the man,   the way she grabs at his arm to pull him up and start almost   dragging   viktor alongside her.   of course,   she wasn't   actually   dragging him   …   only   threatening   to drag him.

❛   i  was  thinking  that  we  should  have  a   housewarming   party  at  my  place,   to  welcome  the  new  guy.   ❜   the smile on her lips is   innocent,   though there is a different intention behind green eyes,   she wanted to   learn   more about him of course   (   it   also   didn't   help   that   he   was   incredibly   attractive   ).   arm in arm with him,   she turns her head to look at viktor,   trying to   gauge   how he felt about the entire thing.   ❛   or  is  that  too  forward   ?   i  wouldn't  want  to   scare   him  off   …   ❜   lips purse,   pouting a little as she thinks.   it would be   weird   enough to be approached by two people in the park,   let alone to tell him that they wanted to   invite   him over to one of their places.   however,   she had   faith   it wouldn't scare him off,   maybe he needed   friends   and would appreciate it.

[hexcrsd]

he was all but ready to continue reading when the sight of the artist setting aside her palette caught his attention, brows furrowing as she stood and approached him. had his gesture not been clear? or was she simply coming over to refuse his suggestion? it certainly looked that way from the way she scowled at him, tone not helping the presumption. ❝ coming with -- ? ❞ he barely gets those words out before he's pulled to his feet, book tumbling onto the bench with a thump as he quickly snatches up his cane before he's pulled too far from its reach. that was an unexpected turn of events, and viktor quickly gathers his dignity as he walks alongside his kidnapper.

he's stunned for words as he listens to mel's questions, musing on whether to give him a house warming party or not. were those still a thing? he could only imagine how awkward it must be to have strangers walk up to you and suggest a party out of the blue but before he can answer, they're already only standing a few feet away from @allpossibilities. she did say it'd be at her house ... so maybe it wouldn't be too bad to offer it. ❝ there's no harm in asking, i suppose. ❞ the worst that'd happen would be a weird look and some awkwardness afterwards, so sure, why the hell not?

[stonesunk]

She  made  an  effort  to  hide  her  little  half  smile  ,  but  Caitlyn  was  a  lonely  girl  ,  there  was  only  so  much  time  she  could  spend  with  her  own  thoughts  before  they  started  bothering  her  -  and  that's  when  she  often  sought  out  Jayce  or  Mel  ,  someone  for  her  to  actually  talk  too.  Slipping  across  the  room  ,  Caitlyn  dipped  her  hand  into  box  lifting  each  pair  of  pliers  out  and  studying  them  ,  deciding  to  give  Viktor  the  blue  pair  that  Jayce  favoured. 

❝  so  what  is  it  you're  working  on  ❞ ,  Caitlyn  said  whilst  riffling  through  the  box  for  the  roll  of  cable  -  guessing  it  was  the  flat  stuff  -  if  it  wasn't  then  ribbon  was  an  awful  name.  ❝  and  where  is  Jayce  -  I  never  find  him  anywhere  else  but  here  usually  ❞.

[hexcrsd]

only glancing up as the tools were set before him, brows furrows a little at the pliers handed to him and held it back to her. at least the ribbon cable was right and he couldn't expect her to know it off by heart, he supposed. ❝ red handles, used to cut wire. ❞ he explains without so much as a glance in her direction and once taken, he goes back to fiddling with wires, goggles pulled down as he solders them in place. another moment passes before he finally lifts the goggles again and glances over towards caitlyn, checking to see if she'd gotten the right pair of pliers this time.

❝ i'm working on the next era of technology, and jayce is in the forge. ❞ or at least he was last time he was told, unless he'd wandered off somewhere. he'd better not, they had a lot of work to get done and not nearly enough time to get it finished until the speech coming up soon. ❝ he is forging new parts for the gauntlet he's working on. ❞ meanwhile viktor is focused on the wiring of the hexclaw.

[hexcrsd]

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[thceye]

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[recklessbarbieklaus]

friendly reminder that even if i take ages to reply, i still want to roleplay with you

[ohsunshine-aaa]

" you know you're just about the worst liar i've ever met. " ( zaun verse. for jinx ) / ( @hexcrsd )

"Me?" they ask, aghast that he'd accuse them of such a thing as lying. Jinx looks at him, making her eyes wide and guileless. It usually works on Silco - it's worth a try.

"I've never lied about anything," she lies, "I'd never lie to you about anything," they continued to lie, though it sounds every bit the truth. If she just believes it hard enough, maybe he'll buy it. "C'mon, Vik, really?"

She discards the scrap of metal she'd been toying with; it clatters against his desk for a moment before falling still, hopefully distracting him enough that she can slip a pen into her pocket unnoticed.

It's nothing special, hardly valuable, but that's not the point. The point is that she wants to know if she can -- and that it'll probably annoy him a bit when he can't find it when he looks for it later.

[hexcrsd]

his expression remained unimpressed and mildly annoyed, her meddling with his things and just generally getting in the way of his work was more than enough to sour his mood. their lie of being here for no reason in particular was something that viktor didn't believe in the slightest, and their act of innocence was not so easily bought. he wasn't silco, he didn't have the same soft fondness of jinx that the baron had. though that wasn't to say he was heartless. right now however, her company wasn't something he'd expected.

the clattering of metal gains his attention for a brief second before it flicks back to jinx, eyes narrowing at the movement of her arm. what were they doing? and why were they really here? ❝ are you going to tell me why you're really here or are you here to be a nuisance? ❞ he'd prefer help, if she could manage to keep her mitts to herself, if they were going to insist on staying here.

[hexcrsd]