Post by Zahhak Keves on Sept 25, 2013 16:24:39 GMT -5
Crime was not unusual in Zaun by any measure of the word, but today an unusual crime had been committed. Not more than five minutes ago someone had blown open the south facing wall of a small research laboratory who's owner had recently passed away, raided everything of even minor value and simply fled into Low Town with as much haste as they could muster before anyone even remotely competent showed up to stop them. Now who showed up and why would remain to be seen, but what was important is that there was bound to be hell to pay because of or in response to this act.
The only sign of violence among the rubble, despite the explosion, was one Zahhak Keves. A prone form slowly crawling it's way out of a pile of blasted concrete and scraps of wood, his clothing tattering and tearing as he pulled himself out of the wreckage and flopped over onto the ground. Ichor-like blood seeped from his wounds and then soaked into the ground in split seconds, absorbed by stone and dirt like a sponge as he laid up facing the sky.
Definitely a bad job.
Five minutes and three seconds earlier...
Zahhak had gotten himself into this mess the same way he got himself into nearly ninety-nine percent of his messes; He underestimated the sheer depth of the psychopathy of most people. An hour before he'd responded to a message board add needing someone to retrieve a lost bit of tech from a building that had once been attached to the now recently renovated and exploded one. A doodad of some minor importance lost in the rubble of an production line that had, as Zahhak was slowly realizing now, been the manufacturing point for some brand of chemical explosives.
Soaked in volatile chemicals and unbeknownst to Zahhak probably aging well beyond it's safety standards, he had trudged into the ruined and barricaded building by climbing through a second story window and aimlessly wandering through the rat infested graveyard of science. Perhaps his first clue that things were about to go pear shaped was the tendency of the rats to explode violently when he kicked them away, but this was Zaun and that sort of thing happened from time to time, along with them growing sentience and petitioning for racial independence. It had livened up the deary exploration somewhat and that at least kept him wary of his surroundings as well.
When he'd found the central manufacturing room, a small laboratory style room with tables covered in burners and discarded equipment, he'd started to hear a nagging voice in his mind that told him he should have asked for specifics; But a hundred valors to find an ostensibly harmless hextech device was worth a little danger, right? That voice of his started screaming when he stepped over a small pile of something black and oil-like spilled on the floor much more recently than the rest of the building suggested and when he saw a trail of it leading out from this room into another, he had grabbed his scimitar for self-defense before craftily sliding into place beside the doorway and peering inside.
The oil was leaking from what looked like a metal 'ball' of sorts, with various red plates covering it and a small hole in the bottom that looked like a fuel port of some kind. Zahhak was no expert on hextech so any more intimate design details were lost on him, but seeing no danger he slowly entered the room and stepped towards the metal ball, gently nudging it with his foot.
A few things happened and became readily clear, each in succession. First, Zahhak slowly realized he was in one of the central rooms of the building that looked much like a storage room. A heavy, thick metal door hung off it's hinges nearby and the placed was lined with old storage shelving and containers, though much of it looked gone and relocated. He could still smell a thick, acidic scent in the air mixed with the smell of oil. Oh, and his foot had triggered some kind of pressure sensitive device inside the metal ball that had caused it to begin emitting sparks and spitting electricity, which was igniting the oil trail under his feet.
Hopping out of the way of it, Zahhak watched dumbly as the trail sped into the other room, which seemed just as choked with chemicals as this room. Chemicals that were, perhaps, flammable? Explosive? If Zahhak's brain was a clock, this realization was an alarm button and labeled 'Get out of dodge you colossal idiot'. Throwing himself towards the metal door, Zahhak slammed it back closed as he wildly tried to navigate his way out of the maze of broken rooms and empty hallways, only to find himself lost in what looked like the employee restroom just as he heard the sudden sound of shattering.
With no recourse besides surviving the blast left, Zahhak dove into a bathroom stall and kicked the door shut while crouching down besides an out of order toilet. Holding his hands over his head he flinched as he heard a bang ring out through the building, but then nothing. Looking up slowly, peeking down under the stall door, he found himself unimpressed. "Was...Was that it?" he asked aloud, perhaps hoping the universe would reply in the affirmative.
The massive, building-shaking roar that followed and the sudden wave of heat that swept through the room was Zahhak's answer, a great big universal 'no' to his silly hopes of not being caught in an explosion today.
As the heat and force of the blast pushed the stall door off it's hinges and lodged it against the wall and floor over Zahhak, he mused that next time he was getting paid in advance.
Five minutes and three seconds later
Laying sprawled on his back a good few yards from all the delicious exploded, robbed building next to a blackened toilet and a crumpled, dented bathroom stall door, Zahhak had definitely had better jobs. And days. And functioning limbs.
The only sign of violence among the rubble, despite the explosion, was one Zahhak Keves. A prone form slowly crawling it's way out of a pile of blasted concrete and scraps of wood, his clothing tattering and tearing as he pulled himself out of the wreckage and flopped over onto the ground. Ichor-like blood seeped from his wounds and then soaked into the ground in split seconds, absorbed by stone and dirt like a sponge as he laid up facing the sky.
Definitely a bad job.
Five minutes and three seconds earlier...
Zahhak had gotten himself into this mess the same way he got himself into nearly ninety-nine percent of his messes; He underestimated the sheer depth of the psychopathy of most people. An hour before he'd responded to a message board add needing someone to retrieve a lost bit of tech from a building that had once been attached to the now recently renovated and exploded one. A doodad of some minor importance lost in the rubble of an production line that had, as Zahhak was slowly realizing now, been the manufacturing point for some brand of chemical explosives.
Soaked in volatile chemicals and unbeknownst to Zahhak probably aging well beyond it's safety standards, he had trudged into the ruined and barricaded building by climbing through a second story window and aimlessly wandering through the rat infested graveyard of science. Perhaps his first clue that things were about to go pear shaped was the tendency of the rats to explode violently when he kicked them away, but this was Zaun and that sort of thing happened from time to time, along with them growing sentience and petitioning for racial independence. It had livened up the deary exploration somewhat and that at least kept him wary of his surroundings as well.
When he'd found the central manufacturing room, a small laboratory style room with tables covered in burners and discarded equipment, he'd started to hear a nagging voice in his mind that told him he should have asked for specifics; But a hundred valors to find an ostensibly harmless hextech device was worth a little danger, right? That voice of his started screaming when he stepped over a small pile of something black and oil-like spilled on the floor much more recently than the rest of the building suggested and when he saw a trail of it leading out from this room into another, he had grabbed his scimitar for self-defense before craftily sliding into place beside the doorway and peering inside.
The oil was leaking from what looked like a metal 'ball' of sorts, with various red plates covering it and a small hole in the bottom that looked like a fuel port of some kind. Zahhak was no expert on hextech so any more intimate design details were lost on him, but seeing no danger he slowly entered the room and stepped towards the metal ball, gently nudging it with his foot.
A few things happened and became readily clear, each in succession. First, Zahhak slowly realized he was in one of the central rooms of the building that looked much like a storage room. A heavy, thick metal door hung off it's hinges nearby and the placed was lined with old storage shelving and containers, though much of it looked gone and relocated. He could still smell a thick, acidic scent in the air mixed with the smell of oil. Oh, and his foot had triggered some kind of pressure sensitive device inside the metal ball that had caused it to begin emitting sparks and spitting electricity, which was igniting the oil trail under his feet.
Hopping out of the way of it, Zahhak watched dumbly as the trail sped into the other room, which seemed just as choked with chemicals as this room. Chemicals that were, perhaps, flammable? Explosive? If Zahhak's brain was a clock, this realization was an alarm button and labeled 'Get out of dodge you colossal idiot'. Throwing himself towards the metal door, Zahhak slammed it back closed as he wildly tried to navigate his way out of the maze of broken rooms and empty hallways, only to find himself lost in what looked like the employee restroom just as he heard the sudden sound of shattering.
With no recourse besides surviving the blast left, Zahhak dove into a bathroom stall and kicked the door shut while crouching down besides an out of order toilet. Holding his hands over his head he flinched as he heard a bang ring out through the building, but then nothing. Looking up slowly, peeking down under the stall door, he found himself unimpressed. "Was...Was that it?" he asked aloud, perhaps hoping the universe would reply in the affirmative.
The massive, building-shaking roar that followed and the sudden wave of heat that swept through the room was Zahhak's answer, a great big universal 'no' to his silly hopes of not being caught in an explosion today.
As the heat and force of the blast pushed the stall door off it's hinges and lodged it against the wall and floor over Zahhak, he mused that next time he was getting paid in advance.
Five minutes and three seconds later
Laying sprawled on his back a good few yards from all the delicious exploded, robbed building next to a blackened toilet and a crumpled, dented bathroom stall door, Zahhak had definitely had better jobs. And days. And functioning limbs.
