Post by Metallic Assassin on Apr 22, 2013 15:57:12 GMT -5
XenoS had always gone in through places without using the front door. It was just a natural habit of his as it was to clean and sharpen his blades, then use them effectively in combat. He climbed amongst the pipes and other metallic objects of the building to which they served. He opened up a window shaft and began to turn invisible before climbing into the window slowly without a sound.
Once inside he keeps creeping around silently while in his cloaked form, looking around the place to see where he needs to go. Once he got his bearings of wear he was, he began sneaking to the lab where his target would be. He looked around the area, seeing that it was a bit a wreck. The man here usually keeps his things so tidy, why had things become out of place and... Broken? Something wasn't right. Seeing that there was now no need to keep hidden, he went out of his cloak and began running down the halls to the lower labs. Soon, he got to the lab door and opened it up to find the man he was looking for.
"Viktor? Viktor sir where are you? Is everything ok?" He asked with his voice distorted and deep, wondering if his leader was ok.
From the heart of the laboratory emerged Viktor, the Machine Herald looking much the same as he always had, his bisected blue cape waving haphazardly behind him as he strolled forward. The rather dim lighting of the facility did nothing to accentuate the augmented Zaunite's simple features, nor did it serve to punctuate the elaborate devices that were now his limbs. For his part, Viktor was well and good as far as his appearance went. Though that was rather subjective considering who this Champion was.
"Yes, yes, I was simply conceptualizing some designs I had in mind. What do you want?" Viktor's voice did not sound pleased, although it rarely did sound emotional at all so that wasn't saying much. His words were a monotonous chorus altered synthetically by the mask the Zaunite wore, which itself was a grim and emotionless visage meant to assert its wearer's will to part with his weaknesses and flaws. The Herald stopped just a short ways from his visitor, as he took a moment to register who it was that had come to see him. An individual that he had had the fortune to augment not too long ago.
"Ah, you. I remember you. How goes your business, my friend?" Viktor's voice now held a very faint content to it as he spoke casually to the one he was familiar with.
Post by Metallic Assassin on Apr 24, 2013 6:21:41 GMT -5
XenoS let out an inner sigh of relief at the sight of his old savior being alive and well. Though saying alive was weirder as the man wasn't really mortal anymore. I'm sure Viktor could stay alive for as much as he wanted to at this point. Either XenoS began to walk forward into the the dim light room. "Yes, I suppose everything has gone well. I've made plenty of money along with some allies." He said recalling the Piltovian girl and his now free admittance to Demacia as well as getting in a word with the Prince and his guards.
He walked over to a free seat in the room and sat down on it, the creaks from the amount of pressure he applied with his weight and the suit could be heard all around the room. He looked around the room to see all the things that the Herald had built during his time of absence. So many gadgets, although some he was unaware of their intents and purposes. He looked back at Viktor before setting his hands on his lap. "I was wondering if you had any jobs for me. They don't need to be a paying one. More so something that can quench my boredom." He said, looking up at him.
Viktor merely stood and watched XenoS, his face hidden away behind his mask as was the social norm for him. After all, only a handful of people had seen the Herald's visage that was cloaked by a steel curtain, as it currently appeared. Those who had come to agree with his ideals, and approve of his goal. Acolytes, allies, those whom he had done work to that pledged to spread the good word of the Glorious Evolution. "I see." Was the Machine Herald's only response to hearing how his acolyte, and claimed brother, was progressing. Viktor would be satisfied with all of XenoS' actions so long as it contributed to the reputation of his own purpose.
Viktor took note of the stress that his visitor put upon the nearby chair he had sanctioned. It wasn't a surprise. The parts that were part of XenoS now were rather weighty, and so it made sense that he would be a bit heavy. The Herald folded his arms across his chest as he leveled his masked gaze upon the other dweller in the facility. "Jobs.....Work....Labor, you mean? Service much in the vain of a servant seeking only to satisfy his master's will? I can't say that I do, nor do I intend to push upon your shoulders any quest that I can already carry out myself. As I told you before, XenoS, if I have a request for you I will send it. Otherwise, you are, and have always been, free to live as you see fit."
Post by Metallic Assassin on Apr 26, 2013 7:10:26 GMT -5
XenoS slightly nodded. "... All right." He said with a small sigh, though it sounded way weirder due to the distortion of his tech. He looked around for a moment, his own metallic helmet completely concealing his face as well behind a foreign and alien-like curtains, compared to his own.
"However, I have to ask why everything is a wreck as of late. Did someone come here and smash all your things or something?" He asked, even though he could have plenty of good guesses about who could, would, and did.... Bloody Piltovians
Viktor merely nodded as his 'brother' relented in his wish to help, which was not disregarded at all even as it had been deemed unnecessary. When XenoS brought up the state of his laboratory the Machine Herald's only response was to shrug his clearly artificial shoulders nonchalantly. "You could say that, XenoS.....But it hardly makes any difference at this point in time. The Glorious Evolution will be a reality for all who would be sensible enough to welcome and embrace it, so any damage inflicted to my workspace that is irrevocable is highly insignificant...."
The Herald's curiosity became highly visible as he tilted his head and looked at his initiate then. "And how have things been for yourself, as of late? Are the augmentations fully functional? Are there any irregularities in their operation?" And just like that, Viktor once more proved just how much of a workaholic he was by inquiring about the work he had done to the mercenary before him - much like a physician asking his patient if there were any odd symptoms they had taken notice of.
Post by Metallic Assassin on May 31, 2013 17:13:52 GMT -5
XenoS looked around the place. He SUPPOSED he could say that? Then what the hell happened? He wouldn't dive in on the subject, it'd be rude. "Very well. I suppose we can only hope that whoever did this gets what is coming to him... Or her..." He said. When he was asked about the equipment, he nodded. "Oh yea, it's doing great. The cloaking improvements are really helping." He said, before looking off to the side. "Though I... Got into a little trouble with law enforcements and vigilantes in Piltover. I got shot at a bit... But I managed to fix some of the damages on my own!" He said to not cause panic.
He sat up as he walked over to him. "Could you perhaps take a look at it? Just to make sure I covered everything needed?"
Viktor eyed XenoS like a doctor would a patient, inclining his head leftward as he regarded the damages he could see. He could only imagine what punishment his sworn brother had had to endure, but there didn't seem to be enough from a once over to warrant extensive repairs. "Well, you seem to have managed to avoid significant destruction. For that alone, you should be commended. Then again, I personally saw to some of your specifications so some credit to myself as well." Viktor's tone, though serious, held the faintest hint of satisfaction.
Contrary to popular belief, Viktor hadn't managed to completely remove his capacity for emotions through his self-augmentation. Indeed, he possessed a certain fortitude and discipline against stimuli that would seek to generate an emotional response from him. It was akin to a warrior training themselves to cast away all doubt and fear so as not to fall in battle, it didn't mean that those feelings did not exist whatsoever but that he has steeled himself to suppress them for the benefit of his work. The Machine Herald still very much sought to eliminate all traces of his self-perceived weaknesses, and the day he would be rid of them he would be a most glorious mechanical master of all things techmaturgical. "Have you yet encountered anyone who might see the Glorious Evolution as their salvation, my brother? It would be most optimal if you could persuade others to follow in our footsteps, embracing technology and becoming one with it. All I ask of you is that you not forsake our pact, nor hide this glorious path from the eyes of others."
Post by Metallic Assassin on Jun 4, 2013 17:08:12 GMT -5
Xenos laid sat in the chair, hunched over slightly with his elbow propped up and his chin laying in his hands. He just stared forward as Viktor worked away at his body. It felt... Weird having someone working away at the external mechanical body parts on his back. He could feel some odd jolts of energy move throughout him once in a while, but other than that it was the same. He just stayed silent as he spoke the diagnosis aloud. "Yea, I had a little help. I was on the rooftops and there was this girl chasing a robber along the rooftops. She was some sorta vigilante, some person helping with crime without getting arrested by them at the same time.
"She said her name was Elena... Elody? Something like that. Anyways, she had the cops on her back too, and since she knew the place more than I did, so I followed her for an escape. We had to split up, but I got caught by the law enforcement. We eventually caught up and escaped, but I had gotten shot in the process. Healed up my wounds, but there was the damage you see here." He finished as he chuckled lightly, the voice sounding so unreal as the devices around his neck changed his voice to deep and digital. "Though now hearing your words I guess I didn't have much to worry about." He added.
When he did speak about gathering people for their cause, he paused for a moment. He would like to help Viktor. Goodness knows the Herald had practically saved XenoS's LIFE once he took him in. And as much as he wanted to help him, it was dangerous. Goodness knows how much gold was on his head COMBINED from all the killing he had to do for his job. "Well... I don't know really. I've been to Demacia, but I think they will cling too much to their beliefs to actually say yes. Not to mention Zaun and Demacia don't exactly see eye to eye because of their alliances with other nations." He said, thinking for another moment more. "And... I'd really like to help repay for all the things you had did for me, but if I make myself more noticed than I already am it may get me into more trouble than I am now. I mean... Zaun doesn't want me roaming around freely, I've told you about that right?" He asked. He never really remembered if XenoS had actually sat down with his fellow friend for a chat about his own past, but at the same time would it be worth it? I mean, if he DIDN'T know about his past then he would know that he's essentially housing a runaway experiment, if not CRIMINAL of Zaun.
Viktor listened to XenoS explain the events that transpired and resulted in what little damage he had sustained, and what an interesting tale it turned out to be. He didn't say anything as his sworn brother spoke, instead working meticulously on mending what abrasions he was able to. It wasn't a complicated endeavor, simple enough for the Machine Herald who was used to repairing his own prosthetics.. So the Champion made sure to hear every word that XenoS said, his expression hidden behind the mask he wore as a sign of his personal conviction. He nodded now and then, however, to remove any doubt in XenoS' mind that he might not be listening, but ultimately his work proved to be his highest priority.
Then came the words that what traces of his humanity feared to hear. That XenoS didn't need to draw more attention to himself than he already did. But even so, Viktor had a ways to circumvent that. "XenoS.....I consider you as valuable to me as my own left arm. You and I share a desire to pave the way to fulfilling our destinies, and in so we are kindred spirits. We both know pain and suffering, as well as rejection and immense disapproval. But you should know..." Viktor's monotonous and synthetically altered voice was as stern as it could possibly be, as he paused from his work to level a gleaming golden gaze on XenoS before him. "We are not the playthings of any other. We are defined by our tenacity, and our unwillingness to accept stagnation. We both seek to overcome our limitations, to be seen as the individuals we strive to be. I will not forsake those who would generously donate their time to me. I do not tolerate the wasting of resources, just as I can not accept the disuse of potential. There are only so few truths in this world, but one I know very well; for your own reasons you have chosen to come to me for your needs, and have shown a desire to help me fulfill my aspirations. I thank you for that, and genuinely appreciate it, such that I have a proposal for you....."
Post by Metallic Assassin on Jun 13, 2013 20:48:51 GMT -5
XenoS listened to his words carefully as he just stared down at the ground before him, unnoticeable due to his own mask that covered his face. He had been valued as much as his left arm? He never thought he had respected him that much. He was always out and about doing his own thing for his own needs of survival, never really making himself noticed with the Glorious Evolution. Perhaps his deed was doing more good than he realized. Though he did definitely agree with the rejection and disapproval. He was going to be a great soldier, perhaps the best there was like Viktor would be the greatest scientist of Zaun... But instead of being able to stick a blade and gun to a man's throat, the people who had created him stuck a gun to his own throat. And now that blob was in the League trying to be the good guy... So much for their plan.
When Viktor said he wasn't a plaything... He REALLY couldn't help but think otherwise in his own mind. He was like a robotic killer dog, going to others and doing the deadly tricks they ask him to do as he's rewarded with treats of gold. It really showed that if you just dangled gold in front of him he would come... Listening to their words just like he was with the scientists back in the lab. He kept his lip bit and face worried for a few seconds more. He really didn't want to be limited, ESPECIALLY with limits under the green goop.
He looked up at Viktor when he had looked down at him, as he had caught his steel gaze out of the corner of his eyes. He matched his golden eyes with his own crimson red ones. He really did want to be at his full potential. To show all those scientists that he was BETTER than ZAC, and that trying to kill him like he was some sort of lesser and weak being was a wrong move. One they would regret. "You're right Viktor... Absolutely right." He said. It was the only thing he COULD say. Though at the words "I have a proposal for you," his curiosity peaked. Again, he had that feeling as if he was being offered gold and he was showing his full attention like the obedient robotic dog he was. He shook the thought out... No... Now wasn't the time for that. This may be important. "What is it?"
"Change is approaching, slowly but surely. The time will soon be nigh for the Glorious Evolution and all those who seek to see it to fruition. You and I are merely the smallest cogs in ensuring that Valoran sees its true potential. But just having us preaching about it, or not in your case, is not enough. Actions speak louder than words, and for that reason we must form something better, an elite group dedicated to accelerating the augmentation of the peoples of Runeterra. I speak, of course, about a Hextech Brotherhood...." Viktor's voice was steely and certain, almost as though he had rehearsed this thoroughly so that he could get it perfect when offered to another.
"The Hextech Brotherhood shall be the means to hastening Runeterra's Glorious Evolution, the most valued and elite members of my following who are either utterly loyal to myself or the Glorious Evolution itself. I consider them to be my equals, like brothers, the most important augmented individuals to my cause - no, OUR cause!" Viktor had actually finished the necessary repairs prior to beginning his speech, and so decided to return to the office of his laboratory where there could be no risk of outsiders listening to their conversation. He gestured for XenoS to follow him as he made for the small room at the back of the facility, the furthest possible distance from the entrance which most others would use to access the structure. Once inside, the Machine Herald took a seat on the steel chair he had fashioned for himself near a built-in workbench that he used for smaller projects. He gave a heavy sigh as he looked back to XenoS, the rogue experiment turned mercenary.
"I need you....I need many individuals like you.....I have come to realize that I can't do everything on my own, and that I must rely upon the strengths of others that I simply do not and can not possess. Certain skills that you and they have access to that I don't. I outfit you with the means to act in the manner most optimal to your current lifestyle, but must take care not to make you exactly like any other I have and may come to work on. The Glorious Evolution is not about everyone being the same, but by being united in their own individual melding with technology. Specialization is unavoidable, and actually more beneficial to bringing about the Glorious Evolution." After this last monologue, Viktor brought his hands up to remove the mask from his head and reveal his scarred and augmented face to the man before him.
"I have no one else I can turn to, XenoS. I need your help. I need you to join my Hextech Brotherhood, work towards the Glorious Evolution while fulfilling your own ambitions, and set an example for all who will come after you. Take up this title of an elite, act as an extension of myself, and proudly wear your mask as you claim yourself as a personal associate to the Machine Herald." he finalized with an expression of sheer determination and conviction pasted upon his altered features.
Post by Metallic Assassin on Jun 18, 2013 15:38:08 GMT -5
XenoS had felt his finishing of the repairs. He got up, stretching a bit as he even turned his cloak suit on and off. Tiny hexagons along the suit that bended the light around him to make him transparent and invisible. When he turned it off, they diminished, revealing the metallic assassin from the head and all the way to the bottom of his feet. It was certainly a nice design that XenoS REALLY appreciated. He had heard about the champions who can be unseen by the naked eye, it wouldn't be that bad for a killer and soldier such as himself.
A Hextech Brotherhood? It sounded odd at first. It sound like a cult of something at first, but when he explained further, it made more sense to him. It was a group to help pave the way for progression. And he was right, the time was soonTM, and it was best that they had a group to help make sure that it was going along well. Though an ELITE group? Suppose there were only a few amount of people you could trust in the world to help with such a group.
He looked around as he began heading towards the office. Knowing now that no one was really on to them, he quickly followed the Herald to his office. He followed him through the facility, and finally to his office room. He pulled a common courtesy move and closed the door behind him, reducing any noise that was coming from outside the room. He turned back to him, seeing him take a seat in that metal chair of his. It sure looked uncomfortable for any human, but considering that he was fully augmented into a man of metal, there was no real need for comfortable lifestyles. I mean... It's not like he could even FEEL any uncomfortable feelings, right? XenoS could, but he wasn't the subject on hand.
He leaned against a wall, foot crossing over the other as he crossed his arms. He looked around the moment for a quick moment before looking back to him. He needed him? He was valued at such a high ranking? Sure there weren't many people like himself, but damn! Though he did have a point. A movement like this wasn't done by a single man. No, it involved everyone working together, hand in hand to make the world a more perfect place for people. I mean... They could actually save LIVES with this. People who are sick and dying can have their diseased tissue replaced with metal and can avoid early and untimely deaths.
He needed him to help out with the Brotherhood. Metal on his mask began to shift on its own. They slipped into each other, almost as if he was shedding skin and the metal was actually a part of his body. It showed a rather young man, a serious look on his face. He had black hair, short and cut, but still scruffy from being under the mask all the time. His eyes were a thick green, as they settled upon the Herald's.
"I'll do it." He said with a nod and giving a look of determination back.
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