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Plotted starter with @mxchineherald

Sky was resting with Viktor within the Arcane, it was exhausting helping to bring back the mind of Vander from within the beast Warwick. She needed to recharge, they both did. Which was why she and Viktor were resting within the Arcane rather than sleeping side by side with her using her body as she often did.

It was peaceful and relaxing. She wouldn't call it sleep but it was restful even with her keeping an eye on the commune. Everything was as calm as could be expected with the Noxians on their doorstep along with Singed. The scientist made her wary and she was glad that Viktor had resisted the temptation and sent the man away.

Then there was a disturbance. She lifted her head and turned her attention to it but didn't leave Viktor's embrace. She didn't have as strong of a connection with the Healed of the commune as Viktor did but it seemed that someone in need of help had arrived. They were being guided here for Healing.

She frowned at that and debated leaving for a moment to use her body to direct the newcomer to a place of rest for the moment since Viktor needed rest. She weighed her opens for too long it seemed since the person was already entering.

Plotted starter with @mxchineherald

In the span of moments, Jayce Talis had lost everything. All of this life's work had turned to nothing but ash and destruction thanks to a home invasion gone wrong. Some children who didn't know what they were handling were dangerous, temporarily. He was so close to stabilizing it, to doing so much good. But it wasn't quite there yet, and a couple of drops had been enough to cause an explosion.

Despite Heimerdingers best advice not to saying about magic, he hadn't help back, either. In his attempt to sway the council to see reason, he tried to convince them that it wasn't dangerous. That in the end it would help, not hinder. It would bring so much possibility and new inventions. They refused to listen.

That refusal lead to Jayce being forced out of his own home. Banished, that he may never return, with nothing more than the clothing on his back. His mothers pleas were ignored and he couldn't help but feel rage. A sting of betrayal from the people he had looked up to. Even the people he'd considered friends, treated him like dirt.

Jayce stepped foot in Zaun, his new home, seeing how much more different it was. The suffering people were enduring because of Piltover's action. It only enraged him even more, knowing that he had been so blinded by the life of luxury and privilage while they, and now he, had none.

Not wanting, to stand out, he put a cloak he found on the ground and covered his Piltovian outfit and made his way somewhere obscure until he stopped by what looked like a waterfall. He plopped down by one of the rocks, finally sitting after hours of walking. When he heard footsteps approaching he quickly realized he wouldn't be able to get away in time, so he simply stayed put.

"Look, I just got here. Just let me be and I promise I'll stay out of your way, okay?" Jayce curled up into a ball, careful to conceal his face. "I just needed some place to sit, I'll pay you what I have..."

The trip past rocks and cavern walls had not yet become so much of a habit that Elise could say the walks blended together. It still required effort to follow the right twists and turns, and to be mindful of loose stones and precarious overhangs that one should not pass beneath. However, despite that, she found herself in the wide expanse of the fissures where the commune resided almost too soon, the rock walls parting until she could only just glimpse them on either side of the settlement.

They had not agreed on a time for her to show up. Simply 'dinner', and it was Elise's own decision to arrive early so that she might help in its preparation. Her bag, a comforting weight, hung heavy across her shoulder, no longer filled with herbs, medicine and equipment but instead an assortment of foodstuffs. Root vegetables, mushrooms, and a few paper-wrapped fish. It had felt odd to show up empty-handed. It felt odd to show up.

The mage knew she was welcome. Elise was overjoyed that she was. But she could not recall the last time a community, not an individual, had welcomed her like this. Of course, the line between the one and the many was somewhat blurred within the commune, but still… It felt odd. Luon remembered her, and judging by Viktor's wry look, had mentioned her. And Viktor had invited her.

Having lingered just out of sight from the gates long enough, the pale woman pushed herself into motion again, embroidered cloak unfolding in her wake before settling into the motion as well.

She had an invitation. She was welcome.

@mxchineherald said: “All my choices lead me to you.”

it's a sentiment that jayce actually finds pretty sweet; shoulders visibly relax as he exchanges a shy glance with the other. he's not sure why he's suddenly bashful .... he figures it's because he's felt the same way about viktor for a while, but has never had to face it in this way before, where the other actually felt the same way about him. there's nothing he can do about the sudden lump in his throat, either.

❝ ... i feel the same way, ❞ he replies softly, moving a little closer to where the other is sitting, fully able to make eye contact with him. how can he not feel this way? viktor was the only one who believed in him. saved his life, even. let him dedicate his life to his passion, which he'd forever be grateful for. he wouldn't want this to go any other way. gaze briefly drifts to his lips; up, down, and back again. he's unsure if he even notices it at first, drowning in his gratitude.

His mind was an abstract painting of images, memories and thoughts. His hands were more calloused and arms were stronger, indicating constant manual labor, to which he wasn't used. Or... didn't used to be.

"We finish this together." His own voice echoed in his mind.

He had to find Viktor. He had a good guess that he'd be at the lab, but the first attempt to approach the building was frustrated by an enforcer. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood and won't arrest you, so away with you, filth."

Jayce had to sneak through the maintenance tunnels and once inside the lab, a smile grew on his lips. It has the same smell from when they started working on their dream, a scent of new equipments, fresh ink on paper, new ideas. Jayce allowed himself to be distracted by those memories and was startled once the door was opened. He couldn't help but take a step back as his eyes met Viktor's.

He stood very little change against him on their last meeting, and he had his hammer, now he had nothing.

This isn't her "territory". She's been micromanaging a couple of blocks, watching the alleyways and occasionally slipping through tenements in the dead of night when people do business they'd rather wasn't seen. Usually, when she makes her presence known, they either run or try to scare her off. Either way suits her - one sees them getting the hell out to go do what they're doing someplace she doesn't have to deal with it.

One usually turns into her exercise for the evening. She's started being less down on herself for her appearance lately. She might not be visibly recognizable as a bruiser, the only warning a potential opponent might get is her disconcertingly confident footwork, but every once in a while it feels good to be thoroughly underestimated.

So when she hears a commotion down a laneway tucked between two buildings looming over it like they might fall down and crush the cramped, trash-strewn space between, the thought that this is far from where people even might know who she is doesn't even cross her mind. She enters the alley at a brisk walk.

Four people. Three standing. One kneeling, or maybe limp, propped up by the broken crate he's slumped against.

The first indicator Viktor gets that he's probably going to avoid getting stabbed in a bad part of town is the ringing of shoes against pavement before a young woman dressed in white collides with the rightmost of his attackers knee-first, landing light on her feet. Her target isn't so lucky. The thug's two friends turn her way, and she glances down at the... Piltovan?

Send 😳 to walk in on my muse getting changed!

It was early evening and the sun had already begun to set. Signaling the start of the Autumn season and giving the sky an orange-pink hue. It was a lovely view to take in from the tall glass windows of the lab. However, the color change had gone unnoticed by Kitt as she was too busy focusing on getting a small contraption operational again.

Wearing her work goggles, she was using some of her small tools to do some repair work on a brass toothpaste dispenser that looked more like a bulky desk bell. Once she was satisfied with how the internal mechanisms inside looked, she set down her tool and began to set the dome-shaped cover back onto it. One of the small gears needed a replacement and one of the ducts within had been badly mucked up with paste, but other than that it was a fairly easy fix, all in all.