[There are many in Piltover who would find Viktor to be no one indeed, but against this Jayce's hope, he is at least a presence in the otherwise empty lab. A constant presence these days actually, finding neither peace of mind nor body anywhere else -- only distraction in the glow of their experiments and the complexities of his calculations. A man nearly consumed.
This night though had been particularly restless, so much so that almost nothing could pull Viktor away from his current fascination, save the fact his own tumultuous upbringing always puts him on high alert for danger.
(When one grows up in the Undercity, one never quite loses the heightened sense of one's surroundings; especially when something approaches in the cover of darkness.)
Viktor tenses when he realizes he is not alone, but the momentary rise in his shoulders drops when he then realizes who has joined him.]
Jayce. I thought you had retired for the night...
[What starts out as a teasing tone sputters out as he turns just in time to see a paradox of who he was expecting. (Perhaps he had been a little preemptive in dropping his guard.) The man before him is both Jayce and not. Familiar, yet a stranger. A comfort and a threat all in one.
The other man really does look like shit.
Viktor's grip tightens on the wrench he's holding, as if his slight, crippled form could actually do anything should the scene turns hostile. His eyes boldly flit up the other man's form, forever calculating, before he scoffs. There are a million thoughts running through his mind right now, but per usual, the one with the most potency is -- of course -- curiosity.]
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This night though had been particularly restless, so much so that almost nothing could pull Viktor away from his current fascination, save the fact his own tumultuous upbringing always puts him on high alert for danger.
(When one grows up in the Undercity, one never quite loses the heightened sense of one's surroundings; especially when something approaches in the cover of darkness.)
Viktor tenses when he realizes he is not alone, but the momentary rise in his shoulders drops when he then realizes who has joined him.]
Jayce. I thought you had retired for the night...
[What starts out as a teasing tone sputters out as he turns just in time to see a paradox of who he was expecting. (Perhaps he had been a little preemptive in dropping his guard.) The man before him is both Jayce and not. Familiar, yet a stranger. A comfort and a threat all in one.
The other man really does look like shit.
Viktor's grip tightens on the wrench he's holding, as if his slight, crippled form could actually do anything should the scene turns hostile. His eyes boldly flit up the other man's form, forever calculating, before he scoffs. There are a million thoughts running through his mind right now, but per usual, the one with the most potency is -- of course -- curiosity.]
What is this?