[Imagine being able to train your body... tch. Viktor is sticking his head in because he's is nosily exploring whatever they can of the ship.
The good news is he has his crutch, and he's dressed in his own clothes, so he looks 4% better. The bad news he cannot get rid of the medieval malnourished look.]
Hello, sir. I'm... managing. Just exploring. Are you... [BEWILDERED] ...hunting?
[ Viktor does kind of remind him of the stories of ghosts haunting the castle that he'd heard as a child, but he elicits a lot more empathy than fear.
Poor guy... ]
Just Dion, please. [ He doesn't deserve to be called "sir". ] These rooms can simulate combat, so I had thought to spend some time doing drills. I find them calming when situations grow overwhelming.
The same as most other things: the device on our wrist. [ he pulls up the I.R.I.S. ] It should recognize that you are in one of the rooms and display the controls. It can replicate any place from memory remarkably well.
[Dion has to deal with him waddling over some more so he can look at Dion's IRIS--it's only then he realizes
he cannot fucking see Dion's IRIS screen really. He blinks. Well, that's fine.]
Incredible...
[Since Dion's IRIS has a privacy filter on it with the way it's turned TCH IRIS he will lift his own arm and shake awake his IRIS.] Let's see... Just... a little... There. [They get warped into something kinda like this. There's even some zeppelins for Dion to see getting winked away through the Hexgate in the distance.]
[Don't just smile. There is nothing to smile about. His expression is an immediate attempt to be humble and dismissive.]
It is... just something I like to do. Create things. Machines are... much easier to work with than people.
The Hexgates helped Piltover, but... I don't know if... it can necessarily get rid of the rot that's always been at the core. The prejudice, I mean. Between Piltover and Zaun, the city halfway below it.
They are a part of the same area, but Zaun... has wanted its own independence for a long time. If you aren't wealthy, or important politically, then you'll more than likely end up in Zaun.
Your world, too, hm? [That's rough, buddy.] I had wanted to change it.
I wanted to build things to help others like me, to help the people of the Undercity. But I don't think... making Hextech is going to fix the rot inside.
There was an uprising once already. When I was young. The Undercity tried to rebel to gain their own independence, but Piltover Enforcers squashed them.
A man who survived went on to unofficially lead the people of Zaun below. I think he had brokered peace somehow with the Enforcers. But then he was murdered, and Zaun became infested with drugs and violent gangs.
Is that right? Unfortunately, such things are wont to thrive when the people are deprived and subjugated. But those in the city should know that violence and disease do not obey border lines.
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he'll pause when he spots viktor though, resting his lance against the ground. ]
Ah, Master Viktor. [ hewwo ] How fare you today?
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The good news is he has his crutch, and he's dressed in his own clothes, so he looks 4% better. The bad news he cannot get rid of the medieval malnourished look.]
Hello, sir. I'm... managing. Just exploring. Are you... [BEWILDERED] ...hunting?
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Poor guy... ]
Just Dion, please. [ He doesn't deserve to be called "sir". ] These rooms can simulate combat, so I had thought to spend some time doing drills. I find them calming when situations grow overwhelming.
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Dion then.
[IF HE KNEW DION WAS DIGNIFIED HE WOULD BE EMBARRASSED NOT BEING MORE RESPECTFUL.]
Ah... [This piques his interest, so he hobbles more into the room to look around.] Amazing...
A little weird... to be comforted by drills, but... [He's teasing.] Are you... in an army?
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I have been a student of martial arts my entire life. [ also, yes. ] I do not particularly enjoy battle, but I suppose the familiarity is calming.
[ watches viktor... please don't fall. ]
Have you made use of these rooms yourself?
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Listen to this jock. (spoon voice) dion isn't really a jock, also dion: i've done martial arts all my life and wield a lance]
Not yet. First time. I was looking around to see what everything was.
[He is now looking around at this room.]
How does it work?
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The same as most other things: the device on our wrist. [ he pulls up the I.R.I.S. ] It should recognize that you are in one of the rooms and display the controls. It can replicate any place from memory remarkably well.
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[Dion has to deal with him waddling over some more so he can look at Dion's IRIS--it's only then he realizes
he cannot fucking see Dion's IRIS screen really. He blinks. Well, that's fine.]
Incredible...
[Since Dion's IRIS has a privacy filter on it with the way it's turned TCH IRIS he will lift his own arm and shake awake his IRIS.] Let's see... Just... a little... There. [They get warped into something kinda like this. There's even some zeppelins for Dion to see getting winked away through the Hexgate in the distance.]
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In any case, the space around them changes soon enough, modern enough that Dion's eyebrows lift as he takes in the sights around them. ]
... Your home?
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It's the place I've been for a while. Piltover. It's across the river from where I was born.
[He nods at the Hexgate.]
My partner and I built those. Hexgates. They transport matter from one point to another.
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Dion is also amazed, but that's because he's genuinely never seen anything like this. He glances over at the Hexgate when Viktor points it out. ]
Then you must be quite knowledgeable in matters of science and engineering. [ Smiles! ] You must've done this place quite the service.
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It is... just something I like to do. Create things. Machines are... much easier to work with than people.
The Hexgates helped Piltover, but... I don't know if... it can necessarily get rid of the rot that's always been at the core. The prejudice, I mean. Between Piltover and Zaun, the city halfway below it.
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Below, you mean a neighbouring town?
[ like south? ]
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Zaun is across the river, but a large majority of it sits beneath Piltover below ground.
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Below ground... that is an interesting use of space. Is that the cause of the prejudice you see?
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[He glances off.]
They are a part of the same area, but Zaun... has wanted its own independence for a long time. If you aren't wealthy, or important politically, then you'll more than likely end up in Zaun.
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... It is disheartening to hear, how much is the same regardless of technology, innovation or magic.
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He glances back to Dion, brows rising.]
Your world, too, hm? [That's rough, buddy.] I had wanted to change it.
I wanted to build things to help others like me, to help the people of the Undercity. But I don't think... making Hextech is going to fix the rot inside.
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It is not something for one man to fix alone; I am certain your efforts were not in vain.
But... it is indeed difficult to cure something so pervasive peacefully.
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Yes, things were beginning to grow very unpeaceful as of late.
[DON'T THEY ALL.]
Zaun's discontent was starting to spill up into Piltover.
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[ huh
he's giving off guilty vibes now ]
Things must either change, or they will be made anew eventually, I expect.
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There was an uprising once already. When I was young. The Undercity tried to rebel to gain their own independence, but Piltover Enforcers squashed them.
A man who survived went on to unofficially lead the people of Zaun below. I think he had brokered peace somehow with the Enforcers. But then he was murdered, and Zaun became infested with drugs and violent gangs.
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Is that right? Unfortunately, such things are wont to thrive when the people are deprived and subjugated. But those in the city should know that violence and disease do not obey border lines.