The Lady of Clockwork

"Uhm, b…business!" He pulled from thin air. "Yes, I am on Noxian business… official stuff you know."

Orianna tilted her head to the side curiously. But it’s a Saturday?Her tone was of confusion as one could her here sifting through her internal programs, trying to check that it was in fact a Saturday. Sure enough… I thought that most champions had nothing to do on the off days? Besides, you aren’t even in rotation this week. What could he possibly want?

"Right, well, when duty calls,eh?" He attempted to smile it off and act like nothing was wrong. "So, what are you up to on this fine day?" The clicking of her gizmos played like nails on a chalk board, he didn’t show it, but the lack of blood seriously bothered him.

Hemomancer,The Dancer smiled at him and reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder. What ails you?

"Eh, nothing. I just don’t feel right." He mentioned ruffling his hair a little bit. Due to his lack of activity on the fields he had decided to leave his hair down for the next few days.

Orianna smiled at him, and her mechanical laughter filled the air of the room. When she calmed, The Ball buzzed beside her. Why? You have nothing to fear, Vladimir. The Ball has no intention to harm you.

"Uhm, b…business!" He pulled from thin air. "Yes, I am on Noxian business… official stuff you know."

Orianna tilted her head to the side curiously. But it’s a Saturday?Her tone was of confusion as one could her here sifting through her internal programs, trying to check that it was in fact a Saturday. Sure enough… I thought that most champions had nothing to do on the off days? Besides, you aren’t even in rotation this week. What could he possibly want?

"Right, well, when duty calls,eh?" He attempted to smile it off and act like nothing was wrong. "So, what are you up to on this fine day?" The clicking of her gizmos played like nails on a chalk board, he didn’t show it, but the lack of blood seriously bothered him.

Hemomancer,The Dancer smiled at him and reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder. What ails you?

"Uhm, b…business!" He pulled from thin air. "Yes, I am on Noxian business… official stuff you know."

Orianna tilted her head to the side curiously. But it's a Saturday?Her tone was of confusion as one could her here sifting through her internal programs, trying to check that it was in fact a Saturday. Sure enough... I thought that most champions had nothing to do on the off days? Besides, you aren't even in rotation this week. What could he possibly want?

Looking up at the mechanical girl Varus smiled “it looks like a few holes in your plateing could have cause the gears to shatter easier, you might want to see if you can find some one who can bond metal. I can fix you up, but unless…

Thank you….friend. The words were odd in the dancer’s mouth, not something she normally said. Orianna stood, smiling at Varus. Thank you for aiding me. She didn’t quite know how to tone down the formalities, though she was trying.

Varus smiled and nodded. “Hey its the least I could do, I really wish I could fix your plateing right now, but I don’t currently know how.” He smiled and his eyes showed his happiness, he was trying to be kind and this was a very go start.

Orianna offered her cold, metal hand to her new friend. Well we should probably find someone to, then shouldn't we? Her smile, though false and mechanic, was somehow warm and grateful.

Looking up at the mechanical girl Varus smiled “it looks like a few holes in your plateing could have cause the gears to shatter easier, you might want to see if you can find some one who can bond metal. I can fix you up, but unless...

Thank you....friend. The words were odd in the dancer's mouth, not something she normally said. Orianna stood, smiling at Varus. Thank you for aiding me. She didn't quite know how to tone down the formalities, though she was trying.

Looking up at the mechanical girl Varus smiled “it looks like a few holes in your plateing could have cause the gears to shatter easier, you might want to see if you can find some one who can bond metal. I can fix you up, but unless you get the holes patched next time it may be worse.” He slowly began to place the mended gears back inside of her, watching diffrent mechanisms click on as each gear settled back into the houseing.

Orianna smiled. Thank you. She spoke softly, timidly, almost sounding human. She gazed down at her plating, a newfound frown on her face. Where will I ever find to get this repaired?The dancer wondered aloud. She looked back to Varus. None of the other champions metalwork, do they?

Orianna continued staring, and clicked her head slightly to the side as she watched The Arrow's handiwork. As her mechanics were slowly repaired, the dancer couldn't help but remember when her father had helped to fix her. A small smile clicked into place on her features, and her face lightened up slightly - or as much as a mechanical girl's face might.

The Lady Orianna sat and gazed at Varus as he kneeled before her, hunched over her clicking mechanisms. As he engaged her safe-mode and began sifting through all of the broken roughage, she looked at him unblinkingly. Being in safe-mode, the dancer could do nothing but sit and watch.

Varus rubbed his now stinnging cheek, she was deffently hurt and even though she couldnt show emotion he would try to do his best to fix her. “I can try, just tell me what the ailments are and Ill see what I can fix.” He smiled and took a step closer to the dancer. “Always willing to help a friend.”

The gears in the dancer's face ground and clinked abnormally, obviously trying to produce a smile, though it appeared as though some of the gears were either broken or missing. The result was a misshapen smirk that would look slightly constipated on any human. ThIIIIs is GRATIT-T-T-Tude. T-t-t-t-t-t-t-thank yoou.Her vocals were starting to short out, warping her voice even more. The frequencies kept changing, making her sound manly one minute, and more childish than Annie the next. Aaalthough I grrrreatly appreciateeeeee YOUR HeLp, I unFORTUNATELY canNoTttt idenTIFY ALL spEcIfIc ISSues WitH mYYY h-h-h-hardware.

Varus was walking out of an easy win fight when he heard something strange, a broken twitch and a mangled robotic voice. Instantly knowing who it was he hurried to try to help them. “Orianna where are you?” He looked for her before finally settling behind her and touching her shoulders. “Orianna what happened?”

Orianna turned with jagged movements, accidentally smacking Varus with a wild arm. My appppp---ologies, COMRAAAADDEEE,The metalic voice of the Clockwork Maiden had a slight grind to it, making it sound harsher than usual. ThE lAAAst mAtcH I wAAs in was VERRRYYY singleHANDed. IIIt was a PVP with leeevEL 30 SuuuMOners, alTHougH my SUMMONER was MEereLY a level THREE! She was obviously stressed: her shields were down and she didnt have The Ball with her. The Ball HAS bEEn DEMOLISHED fOr THe time..I muST wAIt for IT to REb-b-b-b-oot before I m-may PLAY wITH It AAgAiN.She paused, gazing at Varus. For a moment, her flashing eyes looked almost semi-human, and almost as though they were filled with genuine pain and sorrow. Like a little girl who has broken her leg for the first time. C-c-cAN you HELP me, CHAmPion?