Post by Lyte the Hermit on Jul 7, 2013 17:36:27 GMT -5
It was another normal day in Piltover for most. The sun rose over a mostly clear blue sky that was broken every so often by little puffs of white smoke from the various factories and laboratories overhead. Civilians walked the streets window shopping, or discussing the latest inventions created by the various professors and students from the Yordle Institute of Science and Progress. Occasionally a champion would walk by, Caitlyn or Jayce perhaps, and clapping and cheering could be heard from a street away.
"If only my nephew would take his work more seriously."
The elderly man shrugged. He watched the road over his frizzled white beard as he took his carefully placed steps up the main road towards the Institute. One wrinkled but strong hand was tucked away inside his blue and brown fur coat, clutching a crinkled paper note. The other was adjusting his silver iron hat, pushing it down firmly onto his head and stretching the strap on his goggles before letting it go with a loud thwap! The noise rang through his head with a metallic reverberation. He closed one eye and twitched his mustache in slight pain.
The man looked up at his surroundings and frowned. This wasn't where he needed to be. He looked down the road both ways. What was the name of it again? It was... no wait... he couldn't remember. He stopped directly in the middle of the road to think, his frown growing increasingly larger with each second. He looked around for a sign of some sort, or a person to question help from.
"If only my nephew would take his work more seriously."
The elderly man shrugged. He watched the road over his frizzled white beard as he took his carefully placed steps up the main road towards the Institute. One wrinkled but strong hand was tucked away inside his blue and brown fur coat, clutching a crinkled paper note. The other was adjusting his silver iron hat, pushing it down firmly onto his head and stretching the strap on his goggles before letting it go with a loud thwap! The noise rang through his head with a metallic reverberation. He closed one eye and twitched his mustache in slight pain.
The man looked up at his surroundings and frowned. This wasn't where he needed to be. He looked down the road both ways. What was the name of it again? It was... no wait... he couldn't remember. He stopped directly in the middle of the road to think, his frown growing increasingly larger with each second. He looked around for a sign of some sort, or a person to question help from.
