@shatteredtimings | starter call
He had been all around the world, but there were few places that unsettled him as much as Zaun. You never knew who or what was going to come around the corner, and if it wasn't for his assignment to gather intel on the stolen Piltovian clockhand, he would be avoiding a visit here for as long as possible. As he made his way down the cracked pavement, he winced in disgust as something green and gooey began to run down the side of the kerb, eventually draining off into the gutter.
He stopped for a second, lifting his foot so he could inspect whether he had stepped in any of the unidentified substance. Frowning, he regained his balance, shaking his head. They don't pay me enough for this shit.
Looking around in an attempt to regain his bearings, it was in that moment that he noticed something all too familiar - a white haired boy was walking down the opposite side of the road, with the clock hand slung over his back, like a weapon of some kind. Too easy, I'm almost finished with this assignment, and it's not even lunch yet.
"Hey!" He called out, breaking into a small jog to catch up with the man.