Post by The Blood Hunter on Sept 17, 2013 23:17:32 GMT -5
-June 9th 23 CLE- The round table rolled out of the closet easily for someone as large as Warwick. He pulled out the legs and set the table standing on the ground, before blowing some dust of the green covering.
It seemed that their annual poker night had rolled around again. It had just stared with him and Singed playing a few hands and having a good time. But one year out of the blue, Dr. Mundo showed up and demanded to play as well. Neither of them knew how he found out or why he wanted to play, but poker with two people was getting boring anyway, so they let him play.
Even stranger was when the Machine Herald came another year, also demanding to play. And so their little group of three grew to four.
It might not seem like a big deal, but Warwick knew of the undertones of the game. The other 3 were scientists of great renown and learning a little extra from your rivals would help you get an edge in your work.
That was also the reason why they had it at his place. None of them would trust the others so close to their labs, so his place was chosen. Not that it was the most "homely" of places. He made sure the soundproofing was still solid so the moaning of subjects waiting to be sold wouldn't distract them.
He set up the 4 stools around the table as always and shuffled the deck the best he could. All he had to do was wait for his opponents to arrive
Despite all the negativity spouted by his opponents and those who did not understand his motives, the one positive thing anyone could say of the Machine Herald was that he was prompt. So, as the years prior, Viktor arrived at the abode of the Blood Hunter, whom he didn't have any fondness for and in fact preferred to avoid if possible. However, the annual poker night had come and so he knew his presence - and quite understandably his attendance - was expected.
It was always the same, each time. The attendees were to come to Warwick's residence as it was neutral territory for the three scientists, although Singed's relationship with the Blood Hunter made it slightly less for him. Aside from that, Viktor knew he was in goods hands despite the normally feral nature of their host, whom they usually tried not to aggravate much on these nights so as to prevent a rampage.
Finding himself at the doorstep of the Blood Hunter, and with nothing else he could do, the mechanized Zaunite leaned forward and allowed his autonomous hand to rap rather firmly upon the door.
Post by The Madman Of Zaun on Sept 18, 2013 0:22:27 GMT -5
Dr. Mundo checked his schedule. It was the 9th of June once more.
Poker Night with his Zaunite buddies.
Dr. Mundo's face was always plastered with a smile, but tonight, it felt rather genuine, as it was a night he always enjoyed. Of course, he would come with a few of his more interesting particulars. Dr. Mundo wasn't a mechanized genius like Viktor was, but he enjoyed dabbling in a few simple projects, unless he had the sudden urge to create a long-distance randomized teleporter which would ultimately end up shorting out.
Regardless of how he got there, he would be appropriately dressed for the occasion. He was dressed in a pinstripe suit, fine leather shoes, a matching fedora on his head, and a cigar jutting out of his mouth, opposite to his tongue. Cradled in his arm was a box, although what lay inside was truly a surprise.
Dr. Mundo followed closely behind Viktor, and saw him outside Warwick's abode. Dr. Mundo walked up to him.
"Graah, good evening Viktor! Ready to play poker?"
The Machine Herald, hearing a familiar voice addressing him, turned and came face to face with the notorious Madman of Zaun. From his first measure the good doctor appeared to be quite in exceptional health, as always and was to be expected of man of his affinity. "Ah, greetings Doctor. Indeed I am, are you prepared to lose a few hands yourself?" His tone was rather casual and devoid of concern. He held no outright distrust of his fellow Champion, though he knew very well how bloodthirsty the man standing before him could get by their interactions on the Fields.
His masked visage shifted as his eyes, veiled by golden lenses, scanned up and down the discolored Zaunite's larger form. He couldn't help but think that the doctor looked rather suave in the suit he wore, which was a far cry from his fellow Champion's normal attire. "I must say, you are rather dashing in that outfit, Doctor. The vendor did not hassle you too much on the price, I hope?" This remark, though rather uncharacteristic of the otherwise detached cyborg, was simply just small talk as Viktor's eyes finally fell upon the box cradled under Dr. Mundo's rather meaty arm.
Post by The Blood Hunter on Sept 18, 2013 0:55:05 GMT -5
The metallic rasp of Viktors hand alerted Warwick of his guest arrival. He opened the door, revealing the Machine Herlad and the large Madman of Zaun.
"Hey guys, come one in. Just waiting on Singed, late as always." he said while waving them in. After they entered, Warwick would stick his head out and look down both sides of the street, looking for any sigh of his friend.
"...would it kill him to arrive on time for once." he muttered to himself as he closed the door.
Fortunately, before anything could happen, their lupine host opened the door and allowed them inside. As Viktor passed by he gave Warwick a nod of gratitude, then made his way over to the table and took his own seat between Mundo and Singed - as they had decreed, the Chemist and the Hunger were always to be seated next to each other as they were more friendly to each other than the four men were to each other in general. It was fine by him, the mechanized Zaunite was never one to question such minor things. As long as everyone could be pleased and satisfied with their positions he would not voice any resistance.
"So, how has your work been going, Doctor?" he asked his large neighbor, striking up some mild conversation while the three men waited for their fourth member.
Post by The Mad Chemist on Sept 18, 2013 1:43:52 GMT -5
“I hope you didn’t install a camera on you third arm Viktor” Said the Mad chemist as he entered the place, the table was out and Warwick, Mundo the herald where already on their seats “Well it seems that I’m the last to arrive” he said making himself comfortable on a seat and stretching a little, he was wearing and used lab coat seemingly her just rushed from his lab to the accorded place.“Someone else feels lucky today?”
Post by The Madman Of Zaun on Sept 18, 2013 1:47:48 GMT -5
"Graah Mundo not really care if Mundo win or lose, but winning is fun. Mundo just want to have good time."
It was at this point that the Doctor placed his mystery box on the poker table, and opened it.
Inside was a bottle, with four glass cups, clean and with metal bases. The glasses had letters etched into each, one for each member of this little entourage: "W", "V", "S", and "M". Mundo started distributing these to their appropriate owners.
Appearing next out of the box was a sizable bottle of some dark amber liquid, with telltale signs of its contents being made by the Rabble Rouser himself.
"Mundo get this from Gragas. Mundo think it's good."
Then the Machine Herald gave his inquiry.
"Mundo's work going well. Mundo make more self-modifications, Mundo become stronger, usual Mundo work in a day."
"Oh! Mundo nearly forget."
The Doctor flipped a switch inside the box, after he placed it on a small side table away from the playing field of cards and chips. Streaming out of the box was the sweet sounds of cool jazz: light taps on drums, whining trumpets, the rhythmic twang of the bass', and the succulent voices of singers emanating out of the box, adding greatly to the smokey atmosphere of the room.
"Mundo make simple radio. Mundo thought music at poker table would be good."
Post by The Blood Hunter on Sept 18, 2013 2:02:29 GMT -5
Warwick let out a growl as Singed entered his house. "About time. I should start telling you a different time so you can come earlier. Take your seat Stringbean."
He took his glass filled with the amber liquid and took a drink. He felt the fire burn through him and the subtle feeling of a buzz starting. It would not last long, his body processed alcohol too efficiently for it to last. Also, the beast hated having dulled senses, it made him sloppy while hunting.
"A fine gift. You've outdone yourself Mundo." Not that it was hard, Warwick thought to himself. Mundo was known to throw cleavers should he get a bad hand.
"Alright boys, gold on the table, lets get this started. he told them as he put his own bag of gold onto the table. He began to shuffle the cards again.
Post by The Madman Of Zaun on Sept 18, 2013 6:57:59 GMT -5
Dr. Mundo produced a similar parcel of gold from the inside pocket of his suit coat, landing on the table with a solid thud and clink of metal against metal.
"Mundo hope Twisted Fate not show up..." he said as he poured himself some of the brewed finery, letting his cigar rest on a nearby ash tray.
Post by The Enforcer on Sept 18, 2013 9:48:38 GMT -5
It wasn't Twisted Fate that showed up, but the person who appeared wasn't too far off. Vi knocked at the door, coming in. "Hey, I heard there was a poker game going on. Dealt the cards yet?" She came over and sat at the table and cracked her knuckles; she wasn't wearing her gauntlets luckily enough, or else things may have gotten messy.
She reached into her jacket and pulled out a bag of gold. "Sorry for interrupting, but, y'know, if you got the gold, why not play? Hope you don't mind." She honestly didn't mind if they minded, but it would be more fun to just get a round of poker in instead.
Multiple things happened after he spoke. Of course, the doctor had responded to his inquiry, remarking that the larger Zaunite had augmented himself further and felt better than ever. "Well, Doctor, that is great. I have no doubt that all of us have been making suitable progress in our respective scientific endeavors, as well." Dr. Mundo also proceeded to unload the contents of his box - several glasses for each Zaunite attending the game of the evening, a glass of a fine brew from the Rabble Rouser himself, and a boombox which proceeded to play some very smooth jazz. While he did this, the Mad Chemist finally arrived, the last of the four, and asked them if they were feeling lucky as well. At this, Viktor couldn't help but chuckle in amusement.
"Well, Singed, perhaps you've noticed that I could not possibly install a camera into my autonomous arm. Also, you should be prepared to lose a lot tonight. I have no intentions of giving in without a fight." His last remark was meant purely in jest, much to the contrary of what was thought of his capacity for humor. At this point, having seen Dr. Mundo and Warwick set their respective buy-ins on the table, he proceeded to pull out and set his own bag of coins with the others when a newcomer made herself known to them immediately upon her entrance. The former Enforcer of Piltover, Vi, made her way into their circle and to the table, upon which she set her own sack of gold. Viktor remained silent as she did so, however, as he wasn't entirely certain how he felt about her being in Zaun. He had heard of what transpired, but didn't bother to get further details than that she had fled Piltover after an accident which would get her locked up. Instead, he waited to see how the others would react before casting his judgment upon her joining their game.
Last Edit: Sept 28, 2013 22:33:03 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by The Mad Chemist on Sept 18, 2013 23:22:39 GMT -5
“Oh I know that no one here would go without a fight, Also Mundo you are wrong winning is EVERYTHING, as for you my dear friend fleabag remember that I am a man of customs I would just get at the same time forgetting that the time was changed at all” he said responding to everyone in the table reading the gold when the door opened as another person entered the room. “Well this is a voice I haven’t heard in quite some time, not since I helped you get out of Piltover, Vi get a seat and ready your money if you are going to play.” He said pointing at some spare chairs that Warwick had “Just one last thing if anyone from Bilgewater or Twisted Fate shows…shot to kill.”
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