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July 4th, 23 CLE
It had only taken a day or so of contemplation for him to come to the decision to make his return to Piltover. The last time he had come here he had staged a sudden attack on the home of Jayce, and especially the man himself, and stolen away a valuable energy source in the form of an arcane power crystal that the now-Defender had been commissioned by the Piltovian Parliament to study. It wasn't his fondest moment in his life, as it had been the most reckless and insensitive thing he had ever done. He wasn't proud of himself for it, and in fact it had been all for naught as he had created a fierce opponent in the otherwise unremarkable techmaturgist who would later become the Defender of Tomorrow.
He had no justification for his actions that day, nor did he genuinely believe he could make up for what was lost due to the egos that had clashed and ended with the crystal being broken up into countless inert pieces, incapable of providing anything with which to create. He made his way into the city some time before dusk, making excellent progress in his lone trek through the streets of his home-state's greatest rival due to the nature of his parts (and mostly due to his Hex Core granting him a boon in movement speed). It didn't take but an hour or so for him to reach the Piltovian Police Department, a place he had once stepped foot in under the premise of a diplomatic seeker to the young inventor who had been in possession of the artifact he sought.
Stepping through the doors, it took only an instant for the men and women who swore to uphold peace and justice in their beloved home-state to turn upon him, aiming their respective weapons with the intent to take him down if necessary. And if he were in any other mood than his current one he might have found these reactions naught but an amusing lesson in futility for them. However, he was not here to kill or cause any damage to either the people who dedicated themselves to public defense nor their prestigious establishment they were based out of. Instead, when faced with so many men and women, so ready to give their lives in the line of duty, for the sake of their city-state, he spoke his words with clarity and a clear disinterest in animosity. "I am here to speak with the Sheriff of Piltover, and I come in peace."
To further illustrate his benevolent purpose, he slowly lowered himself to set his staff - his ever trademark Hex Core - upon the ground and non-aggressively stepped away from it while bringing his two standard arms up in the same manner a criminal who had just been caught would. He placed himself now at the mercy of the present officers, and especially that of their supervisor.
The man whom walked behind Viktor held an almost bored look upon his face, only mild interest flicking behind the golden iris' as they rotated, focusing on their surroundings. He had been with Viktor for only a few months now, ever since he had taken Ozzy in, repaired him and brought him back from the brink of death. Why? Ozzy still did not know, he didn't side with Viktor because of the Glorious Evolution, he sided with the Machine Herald, served him as well as he could, because Viktor had granted Ozzy new life. Ozzy had nothing to do with that life that he did not earn, so, in return for saving him from the clutches of death, the four armed gunslinger now would walk with Viktor where ever the Machine Herald believed he needed to be, from some place as simple as a market, to even this place. Piltover, a place Ozzy near despised, lawful and just, a place of progress they said. To Ozzy, Justice, Law, peace? They were all shackles. Men were bred to fight, it was in their nature to be born, kill, replicate and die.
His dark leather duster trailed out behind him as he walked, the glasses he wore obscured the otherwise glaringly obvious augments he had within his eyes. Though, neither the duster nor the glasses could hide the mechanical arms that protruded from his back, upon where each shoulder blade should be there were long metal arms that currently hung down his sides while the hands themselves were hidden in the pockets of the jacket. His human arms however we folded across his chest, his rather large wide rimmed 'cowboy' hat hide most of his head, only allowing a few strands of blond hair that were pushed about with the soft breeze that floated through the warm air.
Before he had realized it, they were past the gates of Piltover, actually allowed inside the walls of the opposing city-state and had arrived at the police department were Viktor had announced his presence, stating he wished to speak with Caitlyn and that he had come in peace. This caused Ozzy to glance around at the inside of the department, curious about what the inside of where Piltover's finest worked effortlessly to suppress those that would dare go against their beliefs of restricted progress.
The City of Progress, Ozzy smirked, what an amusing place it was.
Post by The Sheriff of Piltover on Oct 25, 2013 2:26:00 GMT -5
Caitlyn received reports earlier that hour about a metal man walking around with a man who had 4 arms. She dismissed it as a joke. That was, until she got a call in the radio when she was in her office, just across the street to the department. The name rung in her head... It took her moments to realize who's there. Him. She grabbed her newly made rifle -courtesy of Jayce- and called to Garth who was sitting right in front of her as was their usual seats.
"Garth, come with me. There is someone who shouldn't have came to Piltover right in the station. I need you to be there with me so I will not lose my temper.
You probably know him, considering your origins. His name is Viktor."
Those that cause crime in Piltover, beware. I shall hunt you down and end you, one way or another. You can come with me to the station, or you can have a bullet between your eyes.
Post by Garth Marxian on Oct 25, 2013 23:26:11 GMT -5
Garth was looking over a case report when Caitlyn called out to him, saying that she needed him to be there so she would not lose her temper. At the mention of the name Viktor, he paled slightly, "I'll come, but if you are talking about Viktor, The Machine Herald, I did something to upset him once. I am not sure if he holds his angry feelings toward me still, but if you need me then I will follow you." Her apprentice would reply, and grab his LS-457, a rifle that he needed a name for, and adjust his beret cap. He shook slightly, needless to say he was nervous, after all the last meeting with Viktor led the champion to try and kill him. Garth was not very happy going to meet him again, in person.
Then again he was curious as to why the Herald was here? Did he pursue TNS-4 all the way here? That seemed like a waste of time and resources given how invested Viktor was in his revolution. Garth would straighten up and lead with his sternum. After slinging his rifle over his shoulder, he would adjust his stance so he looked bigger. The young man was trying to seem a bit more intimidating than he seemed, after all Viktor was still dangerous. However, Garth had learned a thing or two from their last encounter, and he learned much more while he was under Caitlyn's wing.
Zaun science is killing far more than its saving. I want to put a stop to that!
Post by The Sheriff of Piltover on Oct 26, 2013 6:25:50 GMT -5
"Good, I need you there. They say he dropped his staff... I don't know what's going on with him. I fear I will lose control over myself." Caitlyn said, taking her hat and, with Garth, exiting the office and running to the police station across the block where they saw Viktor, the Machine Herald, and a man with 2 extra arms. Metallic though, they were. Caitlyn cleared her throat to show that she was present and waited patiently for Viktor to say whatever he had to say.
Those that cause crime in Piltover, beware. I shall hunt you down and end you, one way or another. You can come with me to the station, or you can have a bullet between your eyes.
Hearing her clear her throat, Viktor turned to see that the Sheriff of Piltover herself had finally arrived. His metallic mask obscured his face, secreting way whatever expression he might have worn at the presence of Caitlyn, but his voice was calm and collected as he spoke. "Hello, Caitlyn.....Or Sheriff, if you would prefer. Not too long ago I had a rather...interesting visitor to my laboratory in Zaun, you know him as the Defender of Tomorrow. He decided to end our feud and put everything behind us, which I found very admirable. He inspired me to come and personally apologize to you and the City of Progress for my actions in the past, so that his visit would not be in vain." He was aware of Ozzy's presence as he stood not too far from himself, but he didn't address him as of yet. If the four-armed gunslinger grew restless, however, he would.
Ozzy had remained silent since entering the city, he didn't agree with what Viktor was doing but simply went along as a bodyguard of sorts, his opinions were kept to himself about it all. Had he had his own way, Jayce's skull would he been blasted to pieces and all this would have been unnecessary. Golden iris' rotated behind the pair of glasses, fixating Ozzy's vision upon the sheriff as she entered. Already Ozzy disliked her, simply clearing her throat rudely instead of greeting the man as she should have. As far as Ozzy knew, Viktor had done nothing to personally wrong Caitlyn, not sharing the same views on how progress was made was no reason to act as though one were superior to the other. Ozzy's own beliefs were more than likely different than hers, and should she greet him, or acknowledge him, instead of acting like a rude uptight ass, he would at least greet her as an equal. Unlike she seemed to be doing to Viktor right now. Apparently she had no idea how hard it was for a man to swallow pride and admit when he believes he is wrong, the least she could do is show some sort of curtsey.
His lips were drawn in a thin line, eyes unblinking as they bore into the sheriff before him, the smallest sign of aggression from anyone in this room, Ozzy would be more than willing to lay down his life for Viktor and kill anyone who dared to cross him.
Post by Metallic Assassin on Nov 3, 2013 17:21:53 GMT -5
It was on one of the city roofs did XenoS lay carefully. His black helmet peering over the roof as Caitlyn and Roth seemed to be distracted with the Herald and four armed gunman before them in the streets below. He had mixed feelings about this. Burying the hatchet could REALLY get Piltover from breathing down their necks. Though at the same time, what if he was apprehended right here and there? He's close enough to help the situation, but he's not sure if he would be able to get there in time to do much in this distance.
He let out a long breath, cooling his nerves. He was anxious, ready to jump from the roof and into the alley, run out and help Viktor. All this pent up energy was getting him antsy, his knee bouncing to try and release bits and bits of it. Just stay calm XenoS, breathe, just like you always practiced.
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