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red poppy flowers blooming on a foggy morning. beautiful rural summer nature scenery. high tatra mountain ridge with snow capped peaks in the distance. clouds on the blue sky - red poppy flowers blooming on a foggy morning. beautiful rural summer nature scenery. high tatra mountain ridge with snow capped peaks in the distance. clouds on the blue sky
A special Armstice inspired Willas/Sansa story
Synopsis: The war swallowed Willas Tyrell whole and then spit him out in the cold mud of No Man's Land. As he tries to put the pieces back together, both for himself and his men, he bumps into his next battle. Only this time it's his heart he risks losing. Sansa Stark is not ready to return home after the war, where the ghosts of her past still linger. Desperate to stay occupied, she finds employment in the private hospital for mutilated soldiers of Lord and captain Willas Tyrell. One thing quickly becomes clear: if she returns home, she'll be leaving something behind in France.
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@feelthethunder: [Original Post]
Alright, he’d given it a good shot. Sure, it hadn’t exactly worked, but that was an entirely different story, and one he wasn’t really feeling inclined to think about too much right about now. Jayce had far more important things to be paying attention to, first and foremost being the watch-bot aiming at him and the Herald staring him down. Not how he’d wanted his night to go, but–he supposed there wasn’t really any alternatives now.
His optics mirror Viktor’s yellow glow with a blue shine of their own, the light faintly illuminating his face under his hood in the dark; He’d take another step back if he wasn’t far too concerned about what that little red dot meant–he had no illusions about what would come next if he tried bolting, and the inventor had no intention of getting shot in the back in some grimy street in Zaun. This was already going bad enough, and making it worse would just be asking for it at this point.
Even then, he scowls, the only visible proof of the expression being his furrowing brow. “Who else is stupid enough to come to your house in the middle of the night?” He swallows reflexively, trying to find some way to smother the distinctly non-organic rumble that accompanied his words, the sound already grating on him. “Pretty sure it’s a short list.”
Behind the mask, Viktor scowls right back. The voice is... distorted, and the eyes have a distinctly mechanized glow to them that they almost certainly did not have when last they met, but--well. The question speaks for itself. While there is a surprisingly large number of people who might try and sneak into his labs in the dark--a certain white-haired child comes to mind--the number of people who would do so by punching straight through a window is significantly smaller.
The Herald huffs out a breath through his nostrils, walking towards the aforesaid window with firm, determined steps. Briefly, he glances towards one of his acolytes, who nods once and darts towards the stairs. She won’t like being woken, but Viktor decides that since he has a functioning bodyguard now, he may as well use her, no?
“Ignoring the tranquilizer that drone will shoot into your chest,” Viktor says, as if such a thing is no bother whatsoever, “understand that if you put a single toe out of line, I will have you neutralized.” He pointedly does not specify how.
Viktor leans forward, frowning momentarily at the hole in his window while the forefinger of his mechanical hand traces the break. He sighs as he straightens. One more thing to fix. “Explain yourself, and do it quickly. Why the hell are you here?”
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