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Such an annoyance. To finally be free of this foreign and unwelcome city, with naught but a easily discarded feeling of displacement to worry him henceforth after his return to his home and duty as both a King and as a Champion of the League… only to be dragged back, without even the courtesy of a Summoning notice or a call to arms. It was foul treatment of a respected warrior, let alone a leader- almost as disrespectful as if he had lost his armor to them as well.
“This world’s Summoners… These scientists, will regret calling me here. One does not simply control the raging storm that is I.” Volibear’s gruff voice resounded softly in his chest, trying his best to retain his dignity as he stood without motion to the side of a street filled with colors. Severely out of place among the mostly human crowd whom paid him nearly no heed, the large Ursine warrior idly thought of ways to address his situation despite most of his fighting powers being lost to him.
And yet, his thoughts were fruitless. As of now, he was powerless to challenge their authority, and despite his pride roaring within him to fight back, he was wise enough not to indulge in the emotion. For now, he was forced into a position barely more powerful than that of a Cub. Therefore, he concluded, he must do just as he had since his youth; work with all his might to claw his way to the top, relying on his intelligence over that of his strength. He had lived this long not merely for his feats in battle- his mystic ways had instilled a valuable sense of insight, which he would put to use now.
For now, his mind told him to evaluate his surroundings, and with a resigned sigh that closely resembled a growl, he turned his dark eyes to the colors of the Sector that he had been provided living space within. Common sense told the Ursine King that his quarters would hold strong resemblance to that which he had lived in previously, however this particular section of the City was vastly different in comparison.
Almost as though a quilt seamstress had designed the street, many different pieces of what seemed to be cultural references stretched up and down the sidewalks; from merchant kiosks, wide spaces of tended landscapes with various objects within them, to obscure things such as praying shrines and entire temples, there existed a vast variety of both colors and smells, with faint noises that mingled together in an oddly harmonic medley. Very few of the already sparse pedestrians halted at these attractions, but there were some whom didn’t quite fit in with the common crowd, which deviated from the beaten path to pay homage to some place or another.
Frankly, Volibear was surprised. On his way to this area from the Core, he hadn’t taken much notice in these oddities, but despite his anger towards the rulers of this city, he couldn’t help but feel a spark of respect for this inclusion. It seemed there was a little bit of everything here, from places that obviously were not of any world like this one- it seemed they had added missing puzzle pieces of home worlds into this obscure stretch of cityscape.
As he slowly waded his way through the few humans along his path, passing through the Sector slowly and with a keen eye on his surroundings, he felt a little nudge in his mind at a glance. It wasn’t so much a shock as it was a hesitant feeling of surprise. Here, along the streets and exposed for all to see, were relics of his home. Ah, well. Not his home specifically, the tundra of his birth was not part of this… display? He wasn’t quite sure how to describe it. It was as though a tiny bit from every corner of Runeterra had been compressed into a small park, no bigger than other sections along the roads and buildings.
Even as he closed in on the area to investigate, another uncommon and irregular shape among the mundane crowd waded in his general direction, but he paid it no heed- unless they approached him or had cause to address him, it was no matter for him to ponder.
Though, it would be rather hard not to notice the large, armor-encased Polar Ursine walking as casually as possible among the humans that stood heads shorter than him.