“Damn it!” She cursed under her breath as the golden modular wings went from their locked position at her back, down to barely clicking back into place at her hips. They let out a pathetic sputter, which she mirrored the emotion by slumping her shoulders over in defeat.
“Perhaps I adjusted the intake too much, and it’s not getting enough juice…” Thankfully, the little yordle had landed safely on the mid-tier of some Zaun warehouse before hitting a crazy nosedive to her doom. Even more thankfully, she carried a few bits of spare tools, but was it enough to get it going again? Or was she going to have to hoof it back to the lab by foot?
Using a jutting out ventilation pipe as her workstation, she pulled her device up and began to loosen a few screws. Another quick jostle, light clinking, and many out-loud musings of different equations off the top of her head—she was finally ready to boot them up again!
“Come on baby…I’m sorry I’m putting you through this stress test…” Another snap of her fingers and the glider obeyed! Locking themselves into a passive position once more instead of normally at her hands, the little orbs stretched out their feathers to maximum capacity.
Just as this occurred, an unknown voice came up behind her. Rin had completely lost herself in the moment of tinkering that she neglected to check her surroundings. This—of course—made her jump, spinning to face the person with a guarded pose: the wings, too, reformed around her defensively, much like a shield…
At least, for a moment. The wings once again sputtered and failed: orbs falling to the side while the feathers dissipated in a light display that shimmered on the wind.
Her ears shot up comically as, instead of attending to the stranger, she scrambled quickly to pull her contraption back to her. “Oh, no, no, no, come on… please… not right now…”
Realizing she had once again failed to completely acknowledge the strangely augmented man, she spun on heel, looking a tad sheepish. Despite his menacingly outward appearance and deep voice that edged on mechanical, there was something soothing to his tone that made her feel less defensive… he was not a threat, just curious. Perhaps he was just a passerby irritated by the noise—she did get that complaint often!
“Uh—H-hiya? Sorry for being a bit loud, just uh—minor-minor technical difficulties! Don’t mind me, I’ll be out of here soon!”
Of all the things he would have expected to find up here, this seemed most surprising. She was clean. Dirty from a layer of Gray, dust, and muck but it was not as though she lived here, where it would be much more noticeable and caked on. Another tell was the technology to create, even momentarily, those wings. They had a clean hue and color whereas most things created from the undercity were haphazardly made and normally with chem-tech that boasted that signature slimy green. On top of all that: she was a Yordle.
An image of Heimerdinger overlapped the Yordle before him, only for a moment but it was incredibly jarring and he’d never experienced anything like that before. Why was he suddenly being reminded of his former mentor? He’d quickly scoot the thought out of his mind, focusing now on who was actually in front of him.
Viktor approached her as non-threatening as he could, knowing that his exterior can be quite the scare for some, especially for those who have not seen the truer horrors in Zaun. He kept his hands (all of them) visible and open for reassurance, though his modulated voice could be an issue.
“Your loudness was not an issue for me. I came to inspect as to why you were being so, however and I am not disappointed in my findings.” His third arm points at the wings. “Would you explain those to me? They are quite fascinating. Are they your first pair?” He laid on the questions pretty heavy, asking them without her being settle from his sudden appearance.
“Do you need any help? I am quite handy.”
