Post by The Mad Chemist on Jan 28, 2013 22:29:15 GMT -5
Singed didn’t even bothered to lock back to the herald while making his way to the exit while he responded. "Is not what I win herald is what I get to conserve, I’m not the kind of man that gives up such a fun toy." After saying those words he left the laboratory without further ado.
Viktor watched as the Mad Chemist made his exit, the other Zaunite's words echoing repeatedly and endlessly in his mind. The Herald could not help but ponder what Singed meant when he referenced a 'toy', and hoped for the other man's safety he was not making light of Viktor's own efforts towards the Glorious Evolution. For if there was one thing that the Machine Herald would not tolerate of his supposed business associates, it was blatant mockery of his work.
Nevertheless, the chemist was now gone, leaving Viktor alone in the heart of his laboratory. It would take him a few days to finish the initial designs and construct the prototypes of what Singed had requested, but they would be done. Viktor was quite confident in his proficiency when it came to hextech, and few others could rival the sheer efficacy of his creations....
Post by The Enforcer on Feb 2, 2013 16:08:42 GMT -5
Vi made a quick knock on the door of Viktor's lab. And by 'quick knock,' it's more of a breaking the door down. Clapping her hands to get rid of the dust, she looked around the dank and dark laboratory. "Anyone home?" As she walked past the door, she picked it up and threw it back into position, blocking whatever light there was from outside. The crystal powering her gauntlets lit up, giving her at least a short vision radius.
"Sorry about the door, Viktor!" she called into the darkness. "It's a bad habit of mine!" She whistled to herself in the dark, striding around and taking care not to break anything else.
Post by genesplicer19 on Feb 3, 2013 4:14:55 GMT -5
It had been some time, three weeks to be precise. He hadn't left the Herald's following on a bad note at all, as Viktor didn't care what his acolytes did in their own time. He would place certain tasks upon them, like cleaning the laboratory and what not, but Asimov was the one who was most dedicated. For deep in the heart of this structure, there was an office with a small safe holding all of Viktor's blueprints. It was this that the bald Zaunite once presided over, as the only man that the Machine Herald had entrusted the safety of his designs to.
It wasn't too hard to assume the worst when Asimov saw the door only barely able to stand in its space. "Oh no..." His synthetic voice spoke out his concern as he rushed forward, pushing the door down and peering into the darkness of the laboratory. There he found the most unexpected surprise, as he found the Piltover Enforcer standing not too far from the fallen door of the laboratory. "......Miss Vi, is there any particular reason why you're intruding in the Herald's lab while he's clearly away?"
Post by The Enforcer on Feb 4, 2013 0:09:20 GMT -5
Vi flipped the hair out of her face. "Er...not really, no. I've just heard good things about the place, and thought I'd check it out. By the way, you might want to fix that door. It was broken when I knocked on it."
She wandered around aimlessly. "So, who're you? Probably one of Viktor's cultists, judging by the getup--I'm sorry, I mean augmentations." She picked up a vial of unidentified whatever and swirled it around testily before putting it back. "So, you're saying the 'almighty Viktor' is out at the moment? Shame. I've heard he gives friendly advice occasionally." She paced a bit, eyeing some of the gadgets laying around.
Post by genesplicer19 on Feb 5, 2013 0:23:55 GMT -5
Asimov eyed the Enforcer warily as she addressed him, and her words did not sound believable in the slightest. Everyone knew that citizens of Piltover and Zaun did not get along well at all, so her claim of hearing anything positive about the Herald and his laboratory was highly doubtful. In addition was her completely callous mention of the door's repair, which he was completely certain was her doing.
"A likely story, Miss Enforcer."
He didn't say much else as he watched her with cautious eyes, never taking them off from her as she wandered aimlessly. His right eye twitched involuntarily at the word she used to describe Viktor's loyal followers. 'Cultists'. What, did she believe that those who agreed with and followed the Herald's code of evolving through technological enhancement were in the same boat as those who worshipped and revered the Void and its ilk?
"You have such a narrow perception, if you would deign to call the Herald's acolytes by such a misappropriated term. A cult is a religious sect, which is the complete opposite of the doctrine that the Machine Herald offers to everyone. And those who follow him, do so only because they also believe that techmaturgical augmentation is preferable to their biological deficiency." His eyes were slightly narrowed now, after having said what he did. He was now of the opinion that the woman before him was nothing more than a mindless brute who didn't care who or what she caused damage to. "If you were hoping to try to bring the Herald to justice for some outlandish charges, then I suggest you speak to the Council first. I highly doubt that the governing representatives would approve of a Champion from Piltover harassing one of their most highly valued Champions, such as Viktor."
Post by The Enforcer on Feb 5, 2013 12:05:21 GMT -5
Vi breathed out a puff of air, blowing the hair out of her face. "Harassment? Naw, I'd put this at annoyance at most." She slipped a small gadget behind her back with a quick movement of one of her gauntlet's fingers. "If you want to know the truth...you see, I have this friend..." She paced a bit more, grabbing another gadget nearly imperceptibly and fitting it into the first one. "You might've heard of him. Jayce? From Piltover? Yeah, well, he made a bet with me that he had tech that could smash Viktor's into pieces."
Although most people couldn't tell, Vi was lying through her teeth by now. "So, I just thought I'd come by and maybe buy a couple of Viktor's better works, and then see if Jayce could smash them. I've got a couple hundred gold riding on this." She slipped the gadgets she'd been sneaking under her jacket, trying to remain inconspicuous. "But, since he's out, I may as well leave."
As she walked out, she patted Asimov on the head lightly. "Yeah, sorry, chap, but you're going to have to find more wrong with me than that." Although her jacket was pretty bulky, she felt rather smug about herself; it took a lot of skill to steal something from under Viktor's nose. Even if he wasn't at home...
Post by genesplicer19 on Feb 5, 2013 16:19:42 GMT -5
Asimov's eyes were astute, but his visor was his "ace in the hole". Vi thought herself pretty clever, but the genetic engineer saw otherwise. As she began to walk out, after sizing him up, he scowled with clear disdain at her.
"You should be ashamed. One of Piltover's finest figures of authority, resorting to petty theft? Your crime, by the way, has been recorded."
He glared at the Enforcer with his eyes behind the lens.
"I may not be able to stop you, seeing as you're a Champion of the League and one who makes a living roughing up ne'er do wells, but I won't tolerate you stealing from a man as great and honest as Viktor. If you leave, that's fine. But we'll see what the city-states of Zaun and Piltover, and even the Institute of War, think about a so-called officer committing a felony."
He folded his arms across his chest as he stared defiantly at Vi. He couldn't believe how stupid she was, not only trying to pilfer someone else's hard work, but also lying about it. Fortunately, image and audio were recorded into his Optic Sequencer and the data wirelessly sent to a nearby memory drive.
Last Edit: Feb 5, 2013 16:20:36 GMT -5 by genesplicer19
Post by The Enforcer on Feb 5, 2013 19:51:18 GMT -5
Vi froze. "Oh, look, you caught me." Turning around on her heel, she raised her hands up in the air. "What can I say? It's an impulse. I'll give the stuff I took up."
She reached around and pulled out the pieces she'd thrown together; it was just rough scrap metal that had been twisted into three simple letters by her gauntlets.
'Hue.'
Before Asimov could respond, she leapt off. "Cya 'round, acolyte! And don't bring this to the League; that's all I took! Ha!" With a quick snort, she'd already climbed over a building and run off into the streets of Zaun.
If Asimov looked closely at the message she'd left, she'd notice a small bag of gold attached to it with a short note: 'That door honestly needs to be fixed. You may all be robots, but that doesn't mean you won't get cold. This should cover the repairs. -Vi'
Post by genesplicer19 on Feb 5, 2013 22:22:06 GMT -5
Well, that was quite a surprise. And the encounter left Asimov feeling as though he had just confronted a dragon and come out with not even a single scratch. He watched her backside as she left, remaining silent as she rushed out of sight, and then turned his attention to the bag of gold she had placed in his hand. Arching an eyebrow in bemusement, he finally let out a deep breath as he relaxed and lowered the bag as he turned to survey the potential damage to the laboratory.
"Well, I suppose what I said before was true. The Herald is truly not present at the moment..." He then made his way to the back of the laboratory, where he found the office still in a state of disrepair. He wasn't surprised, however, as it was always like that even when he was under the Machine Herald's tutelage. Once inside, he flicked the switch to turn on the hexlamp hanging overhead before going over the the small safe hidden in the solitary desk in the corner. It was a combination safe, that required a specific sequence to open, and still very much durable. Additionally, as Asimov came to find out when he opened it up, it had continued to do what it was made for.
"Good. The blueprints are safe. I wonder where everyone else has gone..."
Post by darkassasin on Feb 6, 2013 17:51:16 GMT -5
It was a dark night night in Zaun the air was cold, so the smog was far lower than normal. It blocked the moon's faint light from ever reaching the city's floor, though I hardly dissuaded the Voidreaver it only made his time in the city easier.
With his carapace, shifted to a dark grey he blended in with the pale sky as he leapt from building to building with ease. His wings made it easy to pass over the larger gaps as he headed to a seemingly abandoned warehouse. Resting on an adjacent building peered through the smog, darkness. For a champion of the league Viktor's laboratory was not much to look at, but then it could just be because of his hindered vision.
With a small leap and some careful beats from his wings Kha'Zix landed in front of the doors that hung slightly ajar. Perfect, he wouldn't have to hack open an entrance with his claws, with a dim flash of purple light the Voidreaver disappeared from view. Swiftly slipping into the warehouse, he checked his immediate surroundings before heading deeper into the lab.
The Machine Herald had returned from his pilgrimage to Alchemax Industries earlier in the night, and now sat alone in the office towards the back of the building. Although he had told Singed that he had other work to do, in reality he was utterly conflicted. Cho'Gath, the Terror of the Void, had perfectly voiced Viktor's own reservation regarding humanity, even going so far as to speak agreement that the people of Runeterra would not truly appreciate the benefit of the Glorious Evolution.
Here he was, the Machine Herald, a man who had given everything he had in order to pursue a dream only to meet with misery and tragedy. He should have known better than to trust Stanwick, and yet he had spoken to him extensively about the progress on the Great Steam Golem. He had made the mistake of keeping the Scholar of Zaun updated about the project, and that only paved the way for what followed soon enough. The Herald hated that man. He despised Stanwick with his entire being, and it was the only thing preventing him from fully realizing his own evolution. His capacity for hatred and resentment allowed his humanity to linger even despite the extensive augmentations. He was still flawed and possessed a weakness that he desperately wished to be rid of.
He had never asked for any of this. He had never intended to do what he did to himself, until everything he had striven for had been snatched from him. He had known immense pain and desperation, even entertaining the worst thoughts imaginable for a human as he was. But he was who he was, regardless of the factors. Dwelling on the past would do nothing, he knew he had to look to the future now. All he needed to do was move forward. To introduce more and more techmaturgical marvels, in order to facilitate a reputation as the premier techmaturgist of Valoran....
Last Edit: Feb 28, 2013 23:01:28 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by prophetthevoid on Feb 18, 2013 14:36:27 GMT -5
((Would it be safe to say that his appearance would be like, the same day, or early morning next day?))
Without a sound a portal had appeared, and Malzahar floated softly through it. It closed as he leaned on a wall out of sight. He had felt the activation of Void power too, and he was more than happy to feel its strength and potential. Although he was rather enraged by the fact that the foolish Voidwalker had obtained her, but for now he would focus on one who is already being influenced by their word. "You go to Valoran's defense." He spoke, his voice echoing throughout the room. His voice was enticing, hypnotic, and even gentle and kind. "The foolish Valorans plea and beg for your technology. Your power, knowledge, and creativity. Then what Viktor? You will beat us, push our help away, and then what? Yes you will be able to defeat us, but who do you think will take the credit? I'm sure Jarvan and Swain will get a lot of recognition know? And the King and Queen of Freiljord, too. I'm sure the little fluffs of Bandle City will be admired, along with Piltover's technology that's only child's play compared to yours. But what of you? The TRUE Machine Herald, who gave his grand power to help this continent? Won't you get your fair share? Sadly, even I am not able to see that as a Prophet. Just like your insufferable companion, Stanwick, they will deny you and outcast you once more. They'll deny you and your Glorious Evolution, and go back to their happy little lives. Tell me, when was the last time you were even summoned by the High Summoners that represent your state, let alone a JUNIOR summoner? I'm sure that your 'fellow scientist' Singed gets a lot of action with those Platinum Summoners. To them, you are a tool, ready to be stowed away in the toolbox to be forgotten." He floated into view, standing tall and arms crossed.
"However, if you were to join the Void, you will not be the tool, stowed in the tool box. No, you will be the HAND that controls the tool. The grand, metallic hand that, with our powers, will move mountains, create new life, and it WILL be the hand that will make ALL the Valorans see what they have done to you!" His voice raised in excitement, his own hands glowing with Void aura. "They shunned you, they shunned me, and they will shun Amelia too! Once you are done fighting us, you two will be shunned once again, NEVER to be acknowledged! Yet if you join us, you AND Amelia will show them your TRUE potential! You AND Amelia will be the one to be at the front of the march. You AND Amelia will show, what the Glorious Evolution is ALL ABOUT!" He said as he turned away and began floating off in the opposite direction. He turned back to him, pointing a gloved finger.
"YOU VIKTOR! YOU WILL BECOME A GOD! A GOD OF SCIENCE! A GOD OF EVOLUTION AND PROGRESSION!" He said. He held out a hand to him, smiling a bit behind his cowl. "All you have to do. Is take my hand.
Post by darkassasin on Feb 18, 2013 16:06:13 GMT -5
Kha'Zix had been waiting in the silence, he knew this is where he resides but when he wasn't present he hid himself and waited in a near hibernating state to conserve energy, waiting respond at the slightest noise.
At long last the herald had returned, Cho'Gath had sent him to find him, the void was growing in strength and its influence with it. Though Kha'Zix was not attuned to its alien energies nearly as much as he used to be. Waking from his 'sleep' he followed Viktor through his lab keeping far away so not risk alerting him.
Moving closer to the office his approach was cut short be a familiar appearance. Malzahar, the element of surprise was still in the Voidreavers claws, something he would not give up easily. So he waited as the prophet gave his speech, he was curious about his words: steel, flesh, betrayal, evolution. Kha'Zix's birthright, its what makes him strong, to adapt and overcome. Could steel further this process or would it hold it back?
Regardless, this 'human' was not of the void, and until he was the voidreaver would percieve him an enemy.
Viktor's thoughts were brought to a rather abrupt end as a portal opened before him, one he knew all too well from his encounters with those hailing from the Void on the Fields of Justice. The voice that followed was one he knew just as well, if a bit frustratingly. Far too many times he had fallen to the Prophet of the Void's powers in battle, but if the news was to be believed, then he and the others aligned with the Void were making their move and accelerating the approach of the dreaded realm beyond Runeterra.
"Malzahar."
The only words that Viktor spoke, and it was one meant to signify he knew who it was that had been addressing him. The word had barely been enunciated when the Prophet himself emerged from the portal, displaying himself prominently before the Machine Herald. He continued to speak the words that Cho'Gath had previously asserted, and Viktor was not at all surprised when Malzahar offered him a place to finally realize the Glorious Evolution he strove with every passing second to bring about.
"....."
Viktor stared at the hand that was offered to him, his eyes hidden behind his mask along with the rest of his face. The mask was meant to hide the man he once was, his most annoying reminder that he was once human. It was meant to make him appear more akin to the mechanical cyber-being that he wished to become, even if he couldn't fully see it to fruition. Organs, tissues, blood; there was still a good deal of his former anatomy remaining, even if he had donned a persona unlike the one he possessed when he was younger and more naive. Finally, after over a full minute, the augmented Zaunite responded.
"I presume that the Terror of the Void sent you to fetch me, Prophet? Or perhaps you are merely doing what you normally do to ..... recruit your followers? Either way, you should know that I am not the sort to commit to anything without proper......preparations."
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