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plot b. viktor hesitates when mel asks for his help with translating old zaunite texts. whispers of a brewing revolt have reached even the upper halls of piltover, and he’s not sure where offering his aid will place him ... traitor or pawn. maybe mediator. but as they work through ancient undercity texts, something shifts. maybe peace without the use of weapons isn’t a myth after all.

plot c. mel and viktor find themselves drawn to one another, yet repelled by one another in that same breath. their connection deepens even as the magic in the arcane that binds them drives them to opposite fates ⸻ her ascendant, his unraveling.

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Vi had mixed feelings about some of the council members. The initial meeting with them to work to help Zaun had been a flop, in her eyes. Exactly what she had expected. Caitlyn was so optimistic, and while she had seen the troubles of the Undercity thanks to her time with Vi, she had never truly lived it. Vi had, and then Vi felt the hand of Piltovan 'justice' day after day for seven years. How could she let something like that go. Mel at least had seemed to be a more reasonable council woman, and she saved Caitlyn's life. Vi didn't hate her, she just still had some things to work out.

A lot of things.

“Uhh,  is  this, like, your  way  of  trying  to  get  me  to  admit  to  something  you  think  I  did,  or  are  you  just  making  conversation?”

𝐄𝐙𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋’𝐒  𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒  𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄  to  roll  in  front  of  each  other,  moving  as  he  speaks—this  had  not  been  the  first  time  that  Ezreal  had  been  within  the  grasp  of  the  councilwoman  (  it  probably  wouldn’t  be  the  last  )—and  even  if  it  WAS  the  first  time;  Ezreal’s  parents  were  so  well  know  in  Piltover  despite  their  disappearance—The  couple  had  brought  many  artifacts  to  the  city  which  remained  on  display  in  His  uncle  Lymere’s  museum,  as  well  as  their  wealth  (  not  to  mention  all  of  the  trouble  Ezreal  had  caused—not  only  at  the  university,  but  for  Piltover  and  Zaun  as  a  whole  from  sticking  his  nose  in  places  he  shouldn’t  have  );  so  for  Ezreal  to  be  unknown  to  anyone  in  this  city,  especially  someone  like  𝐌𝐄𝐋  𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐀,  would  be  quite  the  feat  for  the  young  explorer.

“I’ve  been  back  in  Piltover  for  like,  three  days!  Do  I  deceive  people  here  and  there?  Sure,  okay,  maybe  a  little—BUT!  I’m  not  doing  that  RIGHT  now???”

𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃  𝐓𝐎  𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑  in  the  air;  almost  heavy  as  the  explorers  shrugs  his  leather  clad  shoulders,  shaking  his  head  of  golden  blonde  hair  which  idly  bounced  from  the  movement.  “If  you  want  a  real  answer,  I’d  probably  be  long  dead  without  mine—I  dunno  about  you,  though.  Isn’t  that  a  question  you  should  be  asking  yourself?”  Perhaps  spinning  her  question  back  on  her  wasn’t  the  wisest  idea,  but  what  else  was  he  supposed  to  do?

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She'd stayed by her side as long as they let her, but the doctors had to come back in and check on her, and she was ushered right out. It's in these moments that Vi felt especially helpless. Just seeing Caitlyn battered and bleeding when she finally got to the square, her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. For a brief, horrifying moment, she thought she lost Caitlyn too. She followed the medics back to her house, keeping vigil over her bed rest, refusing to sleep until she knew she was okay.

But out here, in the great hall, below the portrait of the Kiramman family, she sat, feeling so tiny in the plush chair. It was probably bad manners to have her boot up on the cushion as she hugged her knee, she could hear Caitlyn scolding her for it. But it's a different voice that broke through the silence. The council woman, Mel.

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Purple and gold are complementary colors... And how mesmerizing their different colored magic looks next to one another. Although Mel has proven herself to be a magical prodigy, no amount of innate skill can make up for training. Hence, they had spent the afternoon practicing and refining their magical abilities. He knew better than to hold back -- both out of respect for her and out of necessity. She needs to maintain a tight grip on her arcane skills in order to prevent the Black Rose from daring to attack her again (or at least from daring to attack her head on).

well jayce thinks he's good. that's up for interpretation. he is generally very present, observant, responsive, and eager to please, so he tries very hard ( ha ha ha ) to be good, focusing on their enjoyment because that gets him going as much as the inverse. he's also busy, and his partners usually are too, so he always likes to take advantage of those situations when he can. not just for both of them to have the opportunity to get off, but so maybe they think about him later.

he wants whoever he is with to have a good time, and he's amiable to whatever that means for them in most cases. and when it's the reverse and they're focused on him he can get a little flustered and embarrassingly desperate 😔