#multiiiplicity

There was always at least one pair of eyes tracking Octavius’ movements, be it in the form of a spy, an assassin, or yet another fucking Legionnaire from his brother’s inner circle. It felt as if the bastard had eyes and ears pretty much everywhere, as no matter where Octavius hid, no matter how careful he was, eventually he was always found out and attacked. He didn’t understand how Cicero managed to have such a widespread influence. Even a high ranking Legionnaire had to have limits, right? But not the great fucking Cicero Vesta, apparently, who had people all the way over in Piltover and its criminal underbelly, too. With this big of a following, Octavius was surprised his brother hadn’t tried overthrowing the Trifarix yet. But Octavius had his own contacts, too. People he trusted, but only to a degree. Trust doesn’t get you very far in a place where anyone could stab you in the back should they come up with a good enough reason to.

It’s been a while since the last time Octavius got to see Noxus Prime with his own eyes, but his search after the wanted man led him in circles and now he was back home. He and Cordelia moved mostly at night and avoided people the best they could, so they have been a bit slow, but approaching the outskirts of Noxus’ capital filled Octavius’ chest with hope mixed with dread. Just as Cicero was tracking his movements, Octavius was tracking Cicero’s as well with his own network, and right now Cicero was supposedly absent... If the information Octavius was given was indeed correct. So it should be relatively safe for them to enter the city and continue their search.

If it wasn’t for the Legionnaires that caught them sneaking in.

Part of Cicero’s group, apparently told to keep watch for Octavius and the younger musician, they chased after the two through the streets and that alone alerted pretty much every other guard that was nearby. Octavius and Cordelia ended up splitting in different directions after Octavius instructed her to find a place to hide, saying that they will reunite later, drawing all the attention onto himself while allowing his companion to escape. The Legionnaires cared none for her, so they let the low ranking ones deal with her as they continued their chase after Octavius.

Magic, or gun? Octavius gritted his teeth as he ran. Both would be too obvious and attract too much attention, perhaps even making it so his face would be plastered across Noxus next if he used either. What’s worse, it would definitely alert Cicero to his exact location, and he would finally find a way to come after him himself. And Octavius knew that whatever Cicero had in store for him was worse than the torture he endured at the hands of previous captors.

Making sharp turns and vaulting over objects in an attempt to lose the Legionnaires, Octavius soon found himself facing a dead end. He cursed under his breath as he came to a halt before a tall wall that was impossible to climb, and turned to face his imminent doom. He could technically destroy the wall with magic, but... No.

Gun it is.

One of Misha’s female wolfhounds, Bella, has recently given birth to a brand new litter of pups. Being entirely under Misha’s care, and living in such a harsh and unforgiving environment as the Flooded District, can sometimes prove difficult for the lone Whaler to provide adequate care for them as the other Whalers would much rather avoid so much as getting near the mostly feral pack of hounds Misha chose to make his own, therefore leaving him as their sole provider in this dilapidated wasteland both him and his animals called their home.

It was supposed to be a simple in-and-out job – Misha set out on his own, with Daud’s blessing of course, however reluctant, to retrieve medical supplies left for him at a dead drop location by Dunwall’s most esteemed veterinarian. It was really his assistant who was making those exchanges with Misha, stealing medicines and other such valuable products from their employer to deliver them to the Whaler in secret in return for sexual favors, but Misha didn’t mind as long as he was given the stuff he required in order to make the hounds’ lives as comfortable as possible on Daud’s base, or more like. Around it. The pups were old enough to be vaccinated already and it was imperative he got to it before they caught something from Rudshore’s filth and muck and Gods forbid died from it.

Misha reached the location without encountering any noteworthy obstacles and he was entirely convinced that it was just going to be another successful supply run, taking to the rooftops to avoid detection and advance swiftly while avoiding the Watch. But as he descended to retrieve the valuables left for him by his associate, the mind-numbing cacophony of the Overseers’ Music Boxes scrambled his brain, effectively turning it into mush as his ears were all but bleeding from the insufferable noise. Curling up in place and attempting to block it all out by pressing his gloved hands over his ears was futile at best, and he could tell the Overseers were closing in on him from every direction. He was either followed or he simply got very unlucky and ended up stumbling into a patrol group by accident. Just his luck.

Deciding against trying to pick up the package and run, not wanting to risk breaking anything that was inside, Misha simply glared at the masked men as they approached, ready to go down fighting.

“     is  THIS  what  you  look  like  without  the  helmet     ?     ”

Thresh merely leans out of the rock’s way, blinking slowly as it collides with the window behind him, smashing it to pieces. He perks a brow at Zed.

“There are more civil ways to catch my attention, you know. Like approaching me and saying hello for instance.”

wed, bed, behead (acc.)

It had to be somewhere around here, the woman following nothing other than a strange sensation she felt as she ran through the dark forest, unhindered by the deep shadows cast by the leaves blocking the moonlight. It felt like the malice and hatred of a Smekla, but it was too faint to tell.

The masked woman slowed at the sounds of growling and barking, wolves, and they were hunting it seemed. And yet it was a particular growl that caught her attention, near to, but still unlike the wolves in the area, was that the source of the strange presence she sensed in the immediate area? To find out, the traveller swiftly scaled up a large tree to avoid being attacked by the wolves, and moved to look down at the scene. What was fighting the wolves so far out in the forest?