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“A test flight? My, my…you never quite cease to amaze with your technological wonders. If I had another lifetime, I don’t think I’d be able to see them all. Then again… you’ve spent a lifetime learning haven’t you?” The Seraph chuckled softly as she leaned back in her chair. A kick of one lever locked the door behind him and another shined the lamps upon the ceiling and cast the whole room in a soft light.

Fina wondered at all the time that had passed between since they had met. One year, the waters were infested with sharks after the scent of fresh spilt blood. The frenzy had long since ceased as sand filtered through the hourglass of months. The game was young then. Pawns were laid on the table and traded for neat objectives, squares on a grid worth innumerable lives. That was, if she hadn’t kept count. Slowly, that tainted blood that filled their veins was diluted.

Years later, they stood linked with brittle handshakes in one hand and hidden daggers in the other. That liquor of life concentrated with greed in those hearts that remained. Still, here Felix was, in her office instead of she in his, but it wasn’t plays of power that intrigued her. It was what he had lost and gained to be here. He’d freed his own soul from the devil, turned back his cursed deal. Yet, here he was bargaining with a lesser ‘fallen angel’ so to speak. What drew him back to this den of misery and deceit? The unspoken answer was what held her interest.

She chided herself. Idle thoughts were for idle minds and bodies without a day’s purpose. Now was a time of business and innovation, implications saved for the end of the night. The Seraph uncrossed and recrossed her legs as she leaned her elbow to rest upon the lacquered surface of her desk.

“So… tell me, Felix, what will you need to test the apparatus. I would hope that we see Daedalus escape the Labyrinth of his own doing rather than Icarus and his prideful folly. You, Zaun, and I? My, my… you would make a wonderful poet…” Again, honey laughs pass her lips as her eyes smile instead of hidden lips. Then, her voice softens.

“Truly I do. Felix, my Daedalus. Fly and leave your foolish Icarus to her fall. Perhaps I will learn to swim the bay to find you when the waters are calm.”

Viktor believes one should not rely on anybody but oneself, and that in itself is hard work. This cannot be more true for the successful people of Zaun. This is what makes the difference between those who are living and those who are surviving. Some people are born far more fortunate and there are some people who are less fortunate. From someone who had to crawl the ladder as a parentless child to the top of his world, Viktor holds the belief that if one works hard enough — sacrifices enough — anyone can be at the top [sacrifice their character, forfeit their good heart, stab their friends, give up relationships, etc it all depends].

Viktor would happily take a genuine and kind offer, but those are rare and hard to come by. Such charitable acts are a façade in Zaun, which begs questions about the Herald. Either way: Question every motive and be cynical. That is how the way his world works and why he is a powerhouse of Zaun.

He also considers himself a very magnanimous person. He will give you the world. He only asks for undying fealty and the materials to help make it happen.

"Euck."

Viktor is revolted by your twisted fantasies.

FF + Viktor

//omg I didn’t even know you were doing HS AU stuff we must’ve been doodling at the same time wow

Soft quiet Felix noises.

If we kissed:

[x] This wouldn’t happen. "Are you sure you want to sin?"

[] Oh disgusting.

[] Again, again.

[x] Kiss you back. "A taste of what you could have..."

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

[x] Be confused "I didn't think you the type to want to try... Men truly are something."

If you asked me out I’d say:

[x] Um no. "Work does not permit me to partake in such trifling things, dorogoi moy." 

[x] I’m taken. "My work is my lover."

[] Sure.

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[x] No. "That will cost you."

[] Ew.

[] Sure.

[] YES.

Sex?:

[x] Let’s do it. "Eager to sin, dorogoi moy?"

[] No. You can’t handle my d.

[] FUCK YES.

[x] No. "Where is the money?"

Should you reblog this?:

[] Yes. I want to send you one.

[x] Yes.

// I have headcanons that Viktor takes up the mantle as the Creator at around 41 years old, which is when he successfully completes augmenting his final right arm. The war would probably start a few years after, as he would begin weaponizing and preparing for it.

The first Battlecast is Urgot May 5, 2012 Cho’gath.

Donors are donors. They would be his surplus. Viktor owns and runs a corporation called VBC. He’s a shrewd businessman like a true Zaunite, straight down to his rotten (hex)core.

It is to be expected that he would lose donors, but his army is already up and running. All he needs is raw resources which he can easily pillage and take from Piltover’s quarriess.

( analyst-and-advocate )