Plenty of Time.

[neverouttatime-blog]

"Never had luck or never needed it? That's pretty bold if I do say so myself," the card master chuckled. "Tell me, what would you do if your luck ran out? Along with your time?"

“Well luck’s your game, Mr. Fate” Ekko said, smiling up at the man, “I make my own.” He patted his Zero Drive as he said that. “But if this puppy ever dies out on me, I’m sure I’ll figure something out.  I’m pretty resourceful.”

[twistedcardshark]

The card master blinks at the boy a bit.  “Mister?  How old do you think I am?” he chuckles a bit.  “Twisted Fate, TF, or even Fate will do.”  

Leaning down real low in Ekko’s face, a huge grin spread across Twisted Fate’s face.  “But if you’re in the middle of a tussle, what will you do?  Do you think you’re so resourceful that you could save yourself in a split second?” he spoke, a threatening tone in his voice for just a moment.  Twisted Fate meant well, but he certainly enjoyed shaking up those who didn’t believe in luck.

[neverouttatime-blog]

“Well you’re older than me,” He said with a chuckle, “Technically anyway, I’ve been catching up.”

He took a somewhat cocky pose, setting his bat on his shoulder and grinning at the older man:

“But trust me, TF, all I need is a split second.”

[twistedcardshark]

Raising a brow at the boy for a moment, Twisted Fate couldn’t help but shake his head with a chuckle.

“Guess we’ll have to test that out on the battlefield sometime, won’t we kid,” he grinned, his eyes flashing blue for a moment beneath the brim of his hat.

Shrugging his shoulders a bit, the card shark relaxed his stance a bit, looking Ekko over again.  “To be honest, I’d remember a face like yours had I seen it before.  You new around here?”

Twisted Fate was more of the type of gentleman to appear when he was needed or when he wanted.  So seeing new faces around the Institute was always somewhat an event for the river man.  If he had to guess from the boy’s looks and tech, he figured he be from Zaun or Piltover.  His attitude made him lean more towards Zaun.

[neverouttatime-blog]

“Kinda new, yeah” Ekko responded.  He wasn’t the newest member of the institute, but he hadn’t exactly been here long either.

“I used to live in Zaun, but these digs are a pretty big step up from there.  As much as I love the place, they got way more of the stuff I need for building things and such.  Plus this place is loads of fun.”

He eyed the older man, noticing the momentary glow of his eyes.  He’d heard of some of his escapades in Zaun, but you could never really trust the words you hear in Zaun’s back alleys.

“So how long have you been here, old man?”

[neverouttatime-blog]

Tahm sauntered through the halls of the Institute of War, savouring the bouquet of delicious ambition and regret. Suddenly, a particularly vibrant smell teased his appetite. Rounding a corner he found himself faced with a young man. "Now there's a aroma of regret I smelled a mile away. I think you and me could be fine friends."

Ekko furrowed his brow and looked as he heard the strange sound of a creature sauntering down the halls towards him.  The creature was like nothing he’d ever seen before, it looked like a giant catfish wearing a suit and hat.  He’d heard stories about a creature like this, a river monster that offered to make deals with people.  He eyed the creature warily, a hand fiddling with his zero drive as he responded.

“Hey there….” He said slowly, “Who are you, again?”

[waterycrossroads]

Tahm chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that echoed through the halls. “Relax, child, I mean you no harm. The name’s Tahm Kench, but you can just call me Tahm.” He sighed. “Didn’t you ever learn ‘bout judgin’ books by their covers? If I were not such a thick skinned sort, I might be downright offended. But misgivin’s aside, I’d like to ask your name. As I mentioned, you seem like the type of fella I could really take a shinin’ to.”

[neverouttatime-blog]

Ekko’s demeanor softened a bit but he didn’t quite let his guard down.  A smirk made it’s way onto his face and he twirled his bat for a second before resting it on his shoulder.

“My name’s Ekko,” He said, before settling back down again.

“But, uh, why do you think you’d take a shining to me…?” 

Tahm seemed nice, but he honestly creeped him out.  He was bordering on too polite, and his demeanor was… he wasn’t really sure how to describe it.

[waterycrossroads]

“I consider myself a decent judge of character young Ekko, and you seem like just the fella who might need my aid.” He raised a scaly hand, gesturing at his zero drive. “I don’t meet many men who ride Time’s river both directions, but those who do never do so without great purpose.” He smiled, whiskers whipping gently as he did. “If you ever grow tired of the limited reach of that there device, I do so hope you will keep me in mind.”

[neverouttatime-blog]

Ekko’s brow furrowed as he eyed Tahm.  Shady men offering him deals had always been a red flag for Ekko, growing up in the slums of Zaun had taught him that all too well.  Add that to some of the rumors he’d heard about this creature, and Ekko was not in any hurry to trust him.

“Thanks...” He said, keeping his voice steady, “But I think I’m good with my Zero Drive for now.”

[neverouttatime-blog]

"Never had luck or never needed it? That's pretty bold if I do say so myself," the card master chuckled. "Tell me, what would you do if your luck ran out? Along with your time?"

“Well luck’s your game, Mr. Fate” Ekko said, smiling up at the man, “I make my own.” He patted his Zero Drive as he said that. “But if this puppy ever dies out on me, I’m sure I’ll figure something out.  I’m pretty resourceful.”

[twistedcardshark]

The card master blinks at the boy a bit.  “Mister?  How old do you think I am?” he chuckles a bit.  “Twisted Fate, TF, or even Fate will do.”  

Leaning down real low in Ekko’s face, a huge grin spread across Twisted Fate’s face.  “But if you’re in the middle of a tussle, what will you do?  Do you think you’re so resourceful that you could save yourself in a split second?” he spoke, a threatening tone in his voice for just a moment.  Twisted Fate meant well, but he certainly enjoyed shaking up those who didn’t believe in luck.

[neverouttatime-blog]

“Well you’re older than me,” He said with a chuckle, “Technically anyway, I’ve been catching up.”

He took a somewhat cocky pose, setting his bat on his shoulder and grinning at the older man:

“But trust me, TF, all I need is a split second.”

[neverouttatime-blog]

"Never had luck or never needed it? That's pretty bold if I do say so myself," the card master chuckled. "Tell me, what would you do if your luck ran out? Along with your time?"

“Well luck’s your game, Mr. Fate” Ekko said, smiling up at the man, “I make my own.” He patted his Zero Drive as he said that. “But if this puppy ever dies out on me, I’m sure I’ll figure something out.  I’m pretty resourceful.”

[neverouttatime-blog]

"Hey there time boy, how's it hangin?" said Jinx, a manic smile spread across her face as she jumped from her hiding spot.

“Gah!” Ekko jumped in surprise, stumbling away from where Jinx had popped out, arms pinwheeling as he tried to keep him balance.  Of all people to jump out at him, of course it would be Jinx.

“Jesus Christ! Why were you even hiding in there?!” Ekko watched the girl warily as he blubbered out his question.  He’d had a huge crush on her at one point, but that was before she went crazy and started talking to her guns.  Now he wasn’t sure whether to like her or be scared of her.

[bluehairedmenace-blog]

“Cuz I was bored, DUH!” replied Jinx, throwing her hands up in the air. “Things have been a little to quite around here, and I was like ‘hey, why don’t I see what my good pal Ekko is up too.’ See if we could mess with some Pilties or some shit.”

[neverouttatime-blog]

He eyed her a bit warily.  He hadn’t seen Jinx in a pretty long time, and he wasn’t really sure how to feel about her right now.  He supposed messing with some pilties couldn’t really do any harm (not to him at least), as long as she didn’t turn her guns on him.

“Uh, alright, sure. Just don’t turn those guns on me and we’ve got a deal, ok?”

[neverouttatime-blog]

Tahm sauntered through the halls of the Institute of War, savouring the bouquet of delicious ambition and regret. Suddenly, a particularly vibrant smell teased his appetite. Rounding a corner he found himself faced with a young man. "Now there's a aroma of regret I smelled a mile away. I think you and me could be fine friends."

Ekko furrowed his brow and looked as he heard the strange sound of a creature sauntering down the halls towards him.  The creature was like nothing he’d ever seen before, it looked like a giant catfish wearing a suit and hat.  He’d heard stories about a creature like this, a river monster that offered to make deals with people.  He eyed the creature warily, a hand fiddling with his zero drive as he responded.

“Hey there….” He said slowly, “Who are you, again?”

[waterycrossroads]

Tahm chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that echoed through the halls. “Relax, child, I mean you no harm. The name’s Tahm Kench, but you can just call me Tahm.” He sighed. “Didn’t you ever learn ‘bout judgin’ books by their covers? If I were not such a thick skinned sort, I might be downright offended. But misgivin’s aside, I’d like to ask your name. As I mentioned, you seem like the type of fella I could really take a shinin’ to.”

[neverouttatime-blog]

Ekko’s demeanor softened a bit but he didn’t quite let his guard down.  A smirk made it’s way onto his face and he twirled his bat for a second before resting it on his shoulder.

“My name’s Ekko,” He said, before settling back down again.

“But, uh, why do you think you’d take a shining to me...?” 

Tahm seemed nice, but he honestly creeped him out.  He was bordering on too polite, and his demeanor was... he wasn’t really sure how to describe it.

[neverouttatime-blog]

Tahm sauntered through the halls of the Institute of War, savouring the bouquet of delicious ambition and regret. Suddenly, a particularly vibrant smell teased his appetite. Rounding a corner he found himself faced with a young man. "Now there's a aroma of regret I smelled a mile away. I think you and me could be fine friends."

Ekko furrowed his brow and looked as he heard the strange sound of a creature sauntering down the halls towards him.  The creature was like nothing he’d ever seen before, it looked like a giant catfish wearing a suit and hat.  He’d heard stories about a creature like this, a river monster that offered to make deals with people.  He eyed the creature warily, a hand fiddling with his zero drive as he responded.

“Hey there….” He said slowly, “Who are you, again?”

[neverouttatime-blog]

Upon wandering the institute one fine afternoon, Sona noticed a smaller boy with white hair pointed straight up. Instantly, she recognized him from the announcements made about new members of the institute, "Welcome, Ekko." Her music flowed towards him. Her mouth never moved as her fingers danced upon her instrument.

Ekko looked up in surprise, looking around trying to locate the source of the voice that had seemingly wandered it’s way into his head.  His gaze finally landed on a woman who was floating with a strange looking instrument.  She had long blue hair, and she reminded him of Jinx, only more…. Elegant?  Civilized?  Normal?  His mind finally clicked and realized that she must have been the one who spoke to him.

“Oh, uh, hey?” He said, awkwardly, “Who are you? You kinda remind me of an old friend of mine.”

[the-maven-of-the-strings]

“I am Sona, Maven of the Strings,” Her music flowed proudly, in an upbeat manor. “I work in Demacia as a musician.” She then grabbed her dress with both hands and curtsied as the Etwahl stayed elevated. She looked at him and began playing again, “Why do I remind you of them?” Her words said, with utmost curiosity. 

[neverouttatime-blog]

It was so weird how she talked, somehow she was playing her instrument and projecting her voice into his mind?  How did that even work?  Ekko shook his head, he’d seen crazier things honestly.

“You, uh, you’ve got really similar hair,” He said, trying to think back to what Jinx looked like, “But you’re a lot more… Refined then she is.  She’s kind of crazy.  Nice to meet you though!  I’d introduce myself, but I guess you already know my name.”

[the-maven-of-the-strings]

“Crazy and hair like mine?” Sona slammed her hands down, “Why that’s none other than Jinx! There’s only one person who fits that description!” Though she didn’t really have a purpose for finding out who it was, it made her slightly happy to figure it out so fast. Though, there wasn’t really much of a challenge. Jinx was the only one in the Institute with hair like hers. “Unless, it was someone not in the Institute?” 

[neverouttatime-blog]

“Nope,” Ekko responded, “You hit it right on the nose.” 

He gave a small smile, it was kinda cute how Sona got all excited when she figured out who he was talking about.  It was nice to have normal conversations with people again, living in the slums of Zaun didn’t exactly make for the best social life.

“So, uh, how does that whole music, voice, thing work…?” He asked, curious, “I’ve never really encountered anything like it in Zaun.”

[the-maven-of-the-strings]

“I simply play some strings like so,” as she demonstrated, “and then I can read your thoughts. See into your past. I can know everything about you. A single pluck,” she plucked the string once sending a harsh vibration, “and I know all.”

She paused for a few moments, then began laughing through trilling a string, “I’m sorry! That’s not true! I don’t understand how it works, but I believe it conveys my feelings through magic. Though, I don’t know what everyone hears. Maybe you hear what you imagine my voice to be? Wouldn’t that be something.” She instantly changed the music mid talk, “This instrument has been with me forever. It’s easy to assume it’s of Ionian decent, but where it comes from I may never know.” 

[neverouttatime-blog]

Ekko’s eyes widened, somewhat scared at Sona’s joke.  That would be just a bit unsettling if she could actually do that.  He let out an awkward chuckle when she diffused the situation, relieved that she was joking.

“Heh, yeah, that would be kinda interesting....” He said, “I’ve never been to Ionia, but I’ve heard it’s a really nice place.  Maybe someday I’ll make it there.”

He examined her instrument a little bit, not that he had any of the education to discern anything from it, but it looked cool.  A thought occurred to him as he was looking at it.

“Can anyone else play it...? I’ve been considering picking up an instrument myself, maybe a guitar.”

[neverouttatime-blog]

"Hey there time boy, how's it hangin?" said Jinx, a manic smile spread across her face as she jumped from her hiding spot.

“Gah!” Ekko jumped in surprise, stumbling away from where Jinx had popped out, arms pinwheeling as he tried to keep him balance.  Of all people to jump out at him, of course it would be Jinx.

“Jesus Christ! Why were you even hiding in there?!” Ekko watched the girl warily as he blubbered out his question.  He’d had a huge crush on her at one point, but that was before she went crazy and started talking to her guns.  Now he wasn’t sure whether to like her or be scared of her.

[neverouttatime-blog]

Experiments Gone Wrong (Ekko/Quinn)

Black smoke billowed out of a room in the institute as Ekko came tumbling through the doorway, coughing and wheezing.  He stumbled over to the wall and leaned against it, doubled over and hacking his lungs out for a moment.  After finally regaining his breath, he took in a deep breath of air and slumped against the wall, sliding down into a sitting position.

“Well that didn’t quite go as planned,” He mumbled to himself.

He looked down at his wrist, contemplating whether or not to activate his zero drive to try that one more time, see if maybe the 37th try is the charm.  The sound of footsteps caught his attention before he could though, he looked up, wondering who might be wandering this section of the institute.

[on-the-wings-of-demacia]

Valor had taken off immediately after the smoke appeared. It was only natural for Quinn to chase down the bird as he went his merry way. Though she had no idea what had happened, she trusted Valor’s instincts as much as she trusted her own. 

As soon as she saw the smoke she calmed down. A mere fire or a mere explosion wouldn’t affect her everyday life. “Valor, this is ridiculous.” She muttered, “Why did you fly all this way for a little smoke?” And that’s when she looked down and saw Ekko, the ‘new kid’ as she called him mentally. 

She merely put her hand on her waist and looked at him intensely, her face questioning what he was doing. She blamed him for taking time out of her day.  

[neverouttatime-blog]

Ekko watched the bird flap it’s way over to him, circling around the smoke from his failed experiment.  He guessed it was only natural that it’d attract some attention.  Then he turned and watched a woman come around the corner towards him.  He recognized her, but couldn’t quite remember her name, he was still getting acquainted with a lot of the champions here.

He scratched the back of his head awkwardly as she looked at him, soot still stained his normally white hair.

“Oh, uh, hey bird lady,” He said, avoiding eye contact, “Just uh… a little mishap, I was just about to go fix it.”

[on-the-wings-of-demacia]

“It looks pretty destroyed to me.” Quinn said, completely ignoring the name he gave her, “How could you possibly go back and fix that? I could hear you coughing down the hallway.” Her eyes were more focused on Valor, who was flying around the machine and Ekko, more than even slightly averting her gaze towards the boy on the floor. 

[neverouttatime-blog]

The boy shrugged.  He forgot sometimes that his machine wasn’t very widely known, which was honestly a good thing.  It meant he could get the drop on people with it.

“I’ve got my ways,” He told her, eyes shining with a glint of entertainment.  “Sorry if it bothered your bird, usually I fix this sort of stuff before it gets out of hand.”

[on-the-wings-of-demacia]

“He would only go out searching if it was important.” Quinn said, almost disinterested in what the boy had to say. Her eyes were absolutely glued to the bird, who was now circling the machine exclusively. “What is it, Val?” She said, right in front of Ekko. 

When the bird shrieked, she didn’t flinch, nor did her face change. “What is this machine, Ekko?” She questioned. 

[neverouttatime-blog]

Ekko sighed, looking down at his wrist.  She was starting to pry, and he really didn’t want to have to explain to anyone what he was working on.  Most people didn’t know how his device worked in the first place, let a lone that he aged a little bit every time he used it.  And he really didn’t want to get into that conversation right now.  He looked back up at Quinn and gave her a mischievous smirk.

“You know what? I’ll tell you another time” With that, he gave the device on his wrist a crank and activated his zero drive. 

Time warped around him, and he felt his body pull as he winded back through his previous actions all the way up to right before he activated his experiment.  As time snapped back into place, he coughed for a few moments, regaining his breath after the sensation of having his lungs filled with smoke again.  He then reached over and switched off the machine before it could malfunction and explode like it had the previous 36 times.

Slumping into the metal chair in front of the desk he had been working at, Ekko sighed.  This hadn’t been going so well, maybe it was time to take a break.  He got up, threw a tarp over his workstation to cover up the machine, and left the room.  Maybe he’d run into the bird lady again, he still didn’t know her name.

[neverouttatime-blog]

Upon wandering the institute one fine afternoon, Sona noticed a smaller boy with white hair pointed straight up. Instantly, she recognized him from the announcements made about new members of the institute, "Welcome, Ekko." Her music flowed towards him. Her mouth never moved as her fingers danced upon her instrument.

Ekko looked up in surprise, looking around trying to locate the source of the voice that had seemingly wandered it’s way into his head.  His gaze finally landed on a woman who was floating with a strange looking instrument.  She had long blue hair, and she reminded him of Jinx, only more…. Elegant?  Civilized?  Normal?  His mind finally clicked and realized that she must have been the one who spoke to him.

“Oh, uh, hey?” He said, awkwardly, “Who are you? You kinda remind me of an old friend of mine.”

[the-maven-of-the-strings]

“I am Sona, Maven of the Strings,” Her music flowed proudly, in an upbeat manor. “I work in Demacia as a musician.” She then grabbed her dress with both hands and curtsied as the Etwahl stayed elevated. She looked at him and began playing again, “Why do I remind you of them?” Her words said, with utmost curiosity. 

[neverouttatime-blog]

It was so weird how she talked, somehow she was playing her instrument and projecting her voice into his mind?  How did that even work?  Ekko shook his head, he’d seen crazier things honestly.

“You, uh, you’ve got really similar hair,” He said, trying to think back to what Jinx looked like, “But you’re a lot more… Refined then she is.  She’s kind of crazy.  Nice to meet you though!  I’d introduce myself, but I guess you already know my name.”

[the-maven-of-the-strings]

“Crazy and hair like mine?” Sona slammed her hands down, “Why that’s none other than Jinx! There’s only one person who fits that description!” Though she didn’t really have a purpose for finding out who it was, it made her slightly happy to figure it out so fast. Though, there wasn’t really much of a challenge. Jinx was the only one in the Institute with hair like hers. “Unless, it was someone not in the Institute?” 

[neverouttatime-blog]

“Nope,” Ekko responded, “You hit it right on the nose.” 

He gave a small smile, it was kinda cute how Sona got all excited when she figured out who he was talking about.  It was nice to have normal conversations with people again, living in the slums of Zaun didn’t exactly make for the best social life.

“So, uh, how does that whole music, voice, thing work...?” He asked, curious, “I’ve never really encountered anything like it in Zaun.”

[neverouttatime-blog]

Experiments Gone Wrong (Ekko/Quinn)

Black smoke billowed out of a room in the institute as Ekko came tumbling through the doorway, coughing and wheezing.  He stumbled over to the wall and leaned against it, doubled over and hacking his lungs out for a moment.  After finally regaining his breath, he took in a deep breath of air and slumped against the wall, sliding down into a sitting position.

“Well that didn’t quite go as planned,” He mumbled to himself.

He looked down at his wrist, contemplating whether or not to activate his zero drive to try that one more time, see if maybe the 37th try is the charm.  The sound of footsteps caught his attention before he could though, he looked up, wondering who might be wandering this section of the institute.

[on-the-wings-of-demacia]

Valor had taken off immediately after the smoke appeared. It was only natural for Quinn to chase down the bird as he went his merry way. Though she had no idea what had happened, she trusted Valor’s instincts as much as she trusted her own. 

As soon as she saw the smoke she calmed down. A mere fire or a mere explosion wouldn’t affect her everyday life. “Valor, this is ridiculous.” She muttered, “Why did you fly all this way for a little smoke?” And that’s when she looked down and saw Ekko, the ‘new kid’ as she called him mentally. 

She merely put her hand on her waist and looked at him intensely, her face questioning what he was doing. She blamed him for taking time out of her day.  

[neverouttatime-blog]

Ekko watched the bird flap it’s way over to him, circling around the smoke from his failed experiment.  He guessed it was only natural that it’d attract some attention.  Then he turned and watched a woman come around the corner towards him.  He recognized her, but couldn’t quite remember her name, he was still getting acquainted with a lot of the champions here.

He scratched the back of his head awkwardly as she looked at him, soot still stained his normally white hair.

“Oh, uh, hey bird lady,” He said, avoiding eye contact, “Just uh… a little mishap, I was just about to go fix it.”

[on-the-wings-of-demacia]

“It looks pretty destroyed to me.” Quinn said, completely ignoring the name he gave her, “How could you possibly go back and fix that? I could hear you coughing down the hallway.” Her eyes were more focused on Valor, who was flying around the machine and Ekko, more than even slightly averting her gaze towards the boy on the floor. 

[neverouttatime-blog]

The boy shrugged.  He forgot sometimes that his machine wasn’t very widely known, which was honestly a good thing.  It meant he could get the drop on people with it.

“I’ve got my ways,” He told her, eyes shining with a glint of entertainment.  “Sorry if it bothered your bird, usually I fix this sort of stuff before it gets out of hand.”

[neverouttatime-blog]

Upon wandering the institute one fine afternoon, Sona noticed a smaller boy with white hair pointed straight up. Instantly, she recognized him from the announcements made about new members of the institute, "Welcome, Ekko." Her music flowed towards him. Her mouth never moved as her fingers danced upon her instrument.

Ekko looked up in surprise, looking around trying to locate the source of the voice that had seemingly wandered it’s way into his head.  His gaze finally landed on a woman who was floating with a strange looking instrument.  She had long blue hair, and she reminded him of Jinx, only more…. Elegant?  Civilized?  Normal?  His mind finally clicked and realized that she must have been the one who spoke to him.

“Oh, uh, hey?” He said, awkwardly, “Who are you? You kinda remind me of an old friend of mine.”

[the-maven-of-the-strings]

“I am Sona, Maven of the Strings,” Her music flowed proudly, in an upbeat manor. “I work in Demacia as a musician.” She then grabbed her dress with both hands and curtsied as the Etwahl stayed elevated. She looked at him and began playing again, “Why do I remind you of them?” Her words said, with utmost curiosity. 

[neverouttatime-blog]

It was so weird how she talked, somehow she was playing her instrument and projecting her voice into his mind?  How did that even work?  Ekko shook his head, he’d seen crazier things honestly.

“You, uh, you’ve got really similar hair,” He said, trying to think back to what Jinx looked like, “But you’re a lot more... Refined then she is.  She’s kind of crazy.  Nice to meet you though!  I’d introduce myself, but I guess you already know my name.”

[neverouttatime-blog]

Upon wandering the institute one fine afternoon, Sona noticed a smaller boy with white hair pointed straight up. Instantly, she recognized him from the announcements made about new members of the institute, "Welcome, Ekko." Her music flowed towards him. Her mouth never moved as her fingers danced upon her instrument.

Ekko looked up in surprise, looking around trying to locate the source of the voice that had seemingly wandered it’s way into his head.  His gaze finally landed on a woman who was floating with a strange looking instrument.  She had long blue hair, and she reminded him of Jinx, only more…. Elegant?  Civilized?  Normal?  His mind finally clicked and realized that she must have been the one who spoke to him.

“Oh, uh, hey?” He said, awkwardly, “Who are you? You kinda remind me of an old friend of mine.”

[neverouttatime-blog]

Experiments Gone Wrong (Ekko/Quinn)

Black smoke billowed out of a room in the institute as Ekko came tumbling through the doorway, coughing and wheezing.  He stumbled over to the wall and leaned against it, doubled over and hacking his lungs out for a moment.  After finally regaining his breath, he took in a deep breath of air and slumped against the wall, sliding down into a sitting position.

“Well that didn’t quite go as planned,” He mumbled to himself.

He looked down at his wrist, contemplating whether or not to activate his zero drive to try that one more time, see if maybe the 37th try is the charm.  The sound of footsteps caught his attention before he could though, he looked up, wondering who might be wandering this section of the institute.

[on-the-wings-of-demacia]

Valor had taken off immediately after the smoke appeared. It was only natural for Quinn to chase down the bird as he went his merry way. Though she had no idea what had happened, she trusted Valor’s instincts as much as she trusted her own. 

As soon as she saw the smoke she calmed down. A mere fire or a mere explosion wouldn’t affect her everyday life. “Valor, this is ridiculous.” She muttered, “Why did you fly all this way for a little smoke?” And that’s when she looked down and saw Ekko, the ‘new kid’ as she called him mentally. 

She merely put her hand on her waist and looked at him intensely, her face questioning what he was doing. She blamed him for taking time out of her day.  

[neverouttatime-blog]

Ekko watched the bird flap it’s way over to him, circling around the smoke from his failed experiment.  He guessed it was only natural that it’d attract some attention.  Then he turned and watched a woman come around the corner towards him.  He recognized her, but couldn’t quite remember her name, he was still getting acquainted with a lot of the champions here.

He scratched the back of his head awkwardly as she looked at him, soot still stained his normally white hair.

“Oh, uh, hey bird lady,” He said, avoiding eye contact, “Just uh... a little mishap, I was just about to go fix it.”

[neverouttatime-blog]

Experiments Gone Wrong (Open)

Black smoke billowed out of a room in the institute as Ekko came tumbling through the doorway, coughing and wheezing.  He stumbled over to the wall and leaned against it, doubled over and hacking his lungs out for a moment.  After finally regaining his breath, he took in a deep breath of air and slumped against the wall, sliding down into a sitting position.

“Well that didn’t quite go as planned,” He mumbled to himself.

He looked down at his wrist, contemplating whether or not to activate his zero drive to try that one more time, see if maybe the 37th try is the charm.  The sound of footsteps caught his attention before he could though, he looked up, wondering who might be wandering this section of the institute.

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It’s not how much time you have, It’s how you use it.