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[hextechdreamed]

@bomsplode liked for a small starter!

{⚙️}: A tilt of the head, the raising of a single brow, “That is a rather inefficient method, don’t you think?”

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@kleinewahines liked for a quick starter! {CLOSED}

{⚙️}: It wasn’t incredibly often that Viktor ventured back down into the Undercity anymore. Not out of distaste, but simply lack of time. He had become completely engrossed in his work the moment he had partnered with Talis, and rarely ever left the lab, let alone Piltover.

Today, however, he had been in desperate need of a break. Just a few moments away from everything that had been going on as of late. Jayce’s new Councilor position, and subsequent shifting away from Hextech. Viktor’s own declining health and growing loneliness, desperation. The increasing tension between Piltover and Zaun. It was all weighing on him, sitting heavily upon already weakened shoulders.

When he had returned to the Undercity, planning on taking a simple walk, he had not been expecting to be run into by someone. Quite literally.

Slowly, he sat up, pressing a hand to his head as he groaned. His crutch had skittered across the ground, laying not overly far from where he now sat. Blinking, frowning, he looked up to determine with who he had collided. Someone with pink hair, tattoos. Had they been running away from something?

“Is this how you greet every stranger you meet, or should I be honored?”

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@askthereveredinventor

{⚙️}: When Viktor had returned to Piltover, back to his dorm after his chance meeting with the yordle Professor, he was in good spirits. He went about doing exactly what he had said he would; preparing himself for the next day, the start of his job as Heimerdinger’s assistant. He went over and gathered up as many of his own notes as he could, laundered his uniform, bathed, and made his way to the Academy’s library, where he remained long into the night, reading up on some of the Professor’s more prominent papers and publishings.

Sure, it may not have been needed, but he felt it best to be as prepared as possible. That way, should something come up, he would be ready. Ready, and hopefully, able to impress his new superior. This really might be exactly what he needed, he thought. Exactly what he needed to move forward, put his ideas into motion. With someone as influential as Heimerdinger behind him, surely anything was possible!

When the next day arrived, Viktor was awake bright and early, grabbing an apple on his way out in the morning— two, actually. Wasn’t it a traditional sign of respect to bring a teacher an apple? He had a bag slung over his shoulder, full of notebooks— both completed and not—, pens, pencils, papers, anything he felt he might need. Of course, after he got used to the job, he would most likely cut down on the amount of items he brought along, but one could never be too prepared on the first day! Right?

The light clicking sound of a metal cane on polished floor announced the undergrad’s arrival, even before he reached the Professor’s door. Golden eyes scanned the name plate before him, and, confirming that it was the correct laboratory, he took in a slow, steady breath, and knocked. This was it!

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@bastardsunlight

{⚙️}: The day had been long, and Viktor hadn’t stood from his chair since seating himself that morning. He was far too engrossed in his work; scribbling away in his notebook, tinkering with a few disembodied parts, sketching schematics, and so on. Time often lost all meaning inside that laboratory, and soon enough, the sun was beginning to set, and the scratching of a pen on paper could still be heard.

Viktor mumbled to himself as he worked, a pair of welding goggles pushed up against his forehead, forcing his already-unruly hair to stick out at strange angles. His eyelids had begun to grow heavy, and his handwriting was suffering. He and his partner would no doubt have their work cut out for them, when they attempted to decipher it in the morning.

Reaching for his coffee cup— or, at least one of the cups on the desk— he found it empty. He grumbled in irritation, before placing it back down, and rubbing a hand over his face, knocking his goggles askew. Turning in his chair, the inventor groped for his crutch, before rising to his feet. He didn’t even bother to look at Jayce as he passed him, on his way to the door.

“I am getting more coffee.” he stated, “Don’t, eh... Don’t wait for me, should you wish to go home.”

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@askthereveredinventor

{⚙️}: Runeterra’s sun hung at its highest peak, casting shadows of the fissures over the oil-laden lake of Zaun. It was no doubt hot in the city above, but here, shaded by high rock outcroppings, the Undercity was cool, even in the midst of Summer. In the mouth of a large wall, overlooking the water and his old place of birth, a young inventor, in only his early twenties, sat. His expression was solemn, contemplative, as he stared out at the water that had carried many a toy boat down its quick currents, never to be seen again.

Today, most of Viktor’s peers would be gathered for the unveiling of a statue. A statue for his own mentor, Professor Stanwick Padidly, the man who had invited him to step out of the shadow of Zaun, and into the light of Piltover. Viktor had graduated from the Academy that very same year, and had been certain that he was destined for great things, destined to continue his efforts to help those in need. But when he returned from a trip back to Zaun, he found that the project he had worked tirelessly alongside, his custom-built golem, Blitzcrank, had been presented as the Professor’s own, without Viktor there to contest the claim. He had tried to do just that upon his return, to no avail. What was his word, a simple student from Zaun, against the word of a known Academy Professor?

Now, the man would be preserved in stone forever, for the hard work that Viktor had put into the creation of the golem, and the aid it had brought to the people of the Undercity. Stanwick would stand proud, triumphant, while the young, aspiring mind would sit here, and think. Just as he always did.

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@nrth-wind-muses liked for a quick starter! {CLOSED}

{⚙️}: Viktor sifted idly through a small bundle of papers in his hands, as he stood from the Professor’s desk. Golden eyes scanned the marks he had made upon them, his pen-strokes clean and precise. Shifting the stack into his left hand, he fetched his cane from where it leaned against the desk, and made his way to where Heimerdinger currently sat, not far from where the young scientist had been stationed.

“I have completed grading your most recent exam papers.” he says, not looking up from said papers as he walks, “Your students are knowledgeable, yes, but I did notice a few discrepancies with one submission in particular. I have set it aside, if you wished to take a look.”

Finally, he looked up, watching the yordle curiously. He tilted his head a touch to the side, trying to get a better look at what he was doing.

“...May I ask what you have busied yourself with, Professor?”

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@drownedrot liked for a small starter!

{⚙️}: Viktor had stopped in his tracks the moment he had caught sight of the man. His hand tightened around the handle of his crutch— the hidden compartment he knew held the vial of Shimmer he had just received from an... old friend of his. He could feel his heart in his throat as he spoke, “What are you doing here?”

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@weaponjinx liked for a quick starter! {CLOSED}

{⚙️}: Coming upon one of the most notoriously dangerous people in both Piltover and Zaun alike was not exactly what Viktor had expected when he set off for his dorm that evening. When he had spotted Jinx, setting up... something, he had ducked away, hidden himself in order to stand by and watch. He supposed he should have gone to get someone, or perhaps intervened, but after disassembling one of her devices, getting a look at the engineering, the level of understanding that had gone into it... he was curious to see what may come of this. As long as no one got hurt... he could call it a scientific observation.

Of course, he could, if he didn’t get himself caught. Covering his mouth, he wasn’t able to completely muffle his cough. Golden eyes immediately snapped back up towards where Jinx had been stationed, hoping beyond all hope that she hadn’t heard him.