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Who: Viktor and Jayce
What: Canon Updating- Getting thrown in and out of a Moonwarp
When: Early July
Where: Edge of Crescent City
Warnings: S2 Arcane spoilers! Likely violence, body horror, gore, and men being very divorced.
[The last month went by in a blur. Viktor kept his head down, he worked on what needed to be worked on. It felt like old times, just Jayce and him doing what they do best. They did what they could to aid the Convoy with the waterlogged device, while studying its properties to help with Viktor's battery run heart. Jayce was at the edge of a breakthrough, something far more stable, something with multiple fail safes. Something Viktor could rely on, as much as anybody could rely on anything in this place. They were getting ready to make the switch, to upgrade Viktor to Jayce's hand forged heart for him.
The moonwarp wasn't a part of their plan. It struck them both on the edges of the Convoy and they were gone, thrown into a world more familiar to them, and realigned at last. Jayce had arrived so far ahead of Viktor, with regrets and guilt his partner could scarcely fathom. Viktor had catching up to do. He lived and died again, all by Jayce's will. By his hands. When revived, Viktor lacked any memory of doing just the same to his partner as Jayce did to him back home, so he walked away, outraged. He left to return to the Undercity, started a commune, he began to help those truly in need.
Finally. What they always wanted to do.
Viktor wanted so badly to show Jayce what he'd accomplished.
And Jayce reappeared, Viktor happy to see him, only for his partner to destroy it all. Viktor barely had a moment to reconcile with that, with Jayce turning his corrupted weapon upon him, before that was the last thing he knew. His mind faded, again. It fell into a void, into nothingness.
Outward, again, again, it erupted. As it had from the ego death of the Herald, awakening him in the back of Jayce's truck bed. Memories clashed and reawakened. Viktor was laid out on his back with a massive, still electrical buzzing hole in his chest. Another void. The moonwarp has a sense of grim irony, landing him where Viktor once revived Jayce from so similar a fate.
Viktor's anomaly glittering eyes are bleary, unfocused. His fingers twitch to try to grab for the cog he lost from his grasp. It rolled away. He lost it. He can't reach it, any longer... he'd wanted to die holding it, for some reason. A token for the afterlife he kept crawling back out from.
His lips open and sigh out, connection to his vocal box blown away. Viktor feels his body slowly losing the last remains of his energy and life force. The arcane within him struggles to hold on. His body always struggles to do the most basic form of living, but his will fights to the last moment he can. It is a familiar embrace of oblivion at this point. Somehow, he's yet again... not ready to let go.]
What: Canon Updating- Getting thrown in and out of a Moonwarp
When: Early July
Where: Edge of Crescent City
Warnings: S2 Arcane spoilers! Likely violence, body horror, gore, and men being very divorced.
[The last month went by in a blur. Viktor kept his head down, he worked on what needed to be worked on. It felt like old times, just Jayce and him doing what they do best. They did what they could to aid the Convoy with the waterlogged device, while studying its properties to help with Viktor's battery run heart. Jayce was at the edge of a breakthrough, something far more stable, something with multiple fail safes. Something Viktor could rely on, as much as anybody could rely on anything in this place. They were getting ready to make the switch, to upgrade Viktor to Jayce's hand forged heart for him.
The moonwarp wasn't a part of their plan. It struck them both on the edges of the Convoy and they were gone, thrown into a world more familiar to them, and realigned at last. Jayce had arrived so far ahead of Viktor, with regrets and guilt his partner could scarcely fathom. Viktor had catching up to do. He lived and died again, all by Jayce's will. By his hands. When revived, Viktor lacked any memory of doing just the same to his partner as Jayce did to him back home, so he walked away, outraged. He left to return to the Undercity, started a commune, he began to help those truly in need.
Finally. What they always wanted to do.
Viktor wanted so badly to show Jayce what he'd accomplished.
And Jayce reappeared, Viktor happy to see him, only for his partner to destroy it all. Viktor barely had a moment to reconcile with that, with Jayce turning his corrupted weapon upon him, before that was the last thing he knew. His mind faded, again. It fell into a void, into nothingness.
Outward, again, again, it erupted. As it had from the ego death of the Herald, awakening him in the back of Jayce's truck bed. Memories clashed and reawakened. Viktor was laid out on his back with a massive, still electrical buzzing hole in his chest. Another void. The moonwarp has a sense of grim irony, landing him where Viktor once revived Jayce from so similar a fate.
Viktor's anomaly glittering eyes are bleary, unfocused. His fingers twitch to try to grab for the cog he lost from his grasp. It rolled away. He lost it. He can't reach it, any longer... he'd wanted to die holding it, for some reason. A token for the afterlife he kept crawling back out from.
His lips open and sigh out, connection to his vocal box blown away. Viktor feels his body slowly losing the last remains of his energy and life force. The arcane within him struggles to hold on. His body always struggles to do the most basic form of living, but his will fights to the last moment he can. It is a familiar embrace of oblivion at this point. Somehow, he's yet again... not ready to let go.]