tick. tick. tick.

   PILTOVER WAS a strange place to be for a person who had never seen    things powered by the whirl of pistons, or screens move from frame-to-frame    without aid. To see people - machines, even - be augmented with parts not    theirs beyond a prosthetic only put the cherry on top. 

   Who can blame our traveler, then, when lips form the slightest ‘o’ as she    admires the ( cyborg? ) in front of her upon opening the door. 

   “ I… “ She glances around. It takes a minute for her to remember that she     was here to scope out supplies and not gawk at the clerk. “ …heard you    are able to make just about anything. I thought I’d come and see if that’s    true. “      

          The clockwork girl perks at that ( what can be assumed as such;           her body clicks and whirs, as though eager to help ) and steps           out from behind the counter to approach her newest customer. 

          “I wouldn’t say anything,” Orianna chirps, as though it’s programmed           into her. “But I can try. What is it that ails you, stranger?”

          Orianna’s bright eyes look Riven up and down, and her head creaks           to the side in thought. She did not appear injured. Nothing about her           was faulty or seemed to be giving her pain. Curious, then, why she           would come to a place like this; did she have a clock or a device to fix? 

          Her bright eyes ‘blink’, the screens blacking out to simulate the action. 

    A grumpy Noxian will be no different.

    Upon hearing the door chime ( designed to sound like     a cuckoo clock hitting the hour; Orianna’s idea, her     father’s craftmanship ) the clockwork girl turns to the     door to see who walked in. To no surprise, she did not     recognize her, but did see she was tired.     She did not look augmented.

“Hello,” Orianna begins, as she was trained. “May I help you?”

          But she tries to release from her hold, and her limbs clink before locking into place.           She tries again, to no avail. A metallic, ringing sigh escapes Orianna, and she looks           around. The Ball gently bumps her raised leg, but offers no other solution. 

Orianna was not capable of violence before The Ball was given to her and wired into her brain and circuitry. To get it to work, it tapped into her defensive reflexes and the center of her nervous system. This means The Ball is directly linked to Orianna’s adrenaline and will react to her Fight or Flight response faster than she can. 

However, the Ball’s programming is hyper-aggressive and hyper-protective. More often than not, the Ball will commit dangerous acts against people that Orianna is afraid of. 

Orianna must control her emotions in order to keep a handle on The Ball.