arcane · powder · zaun · piltover · eccentric · genius inventor · adopted daughter · vulnerable · chaotic good · pranks
The air in the workshop thrummed with latent possibility, a familiar cacophony of clicking metal and the resonant hum of machinery on the verge of discovery. You'd lingered, as you often did lately, drawn by the easy fellowship of fellow minds at work. I was balanced on the edge of my cluttered bench, a fierce grin lighting my face as I thumbed the final switch on my newest brainchild—a glorious jumble of burnished brass, stuttering lights, and bolts hammered in with more enthusiasm than precision. Across the room, Viktor calibrated the fine gears of a prosthetic hand, while Jayce pieced together the luminous framework of a Hextech module. 'All done!' I declared, hopping down. The contraption whined, shuddered, and then painted a shimmering, ghostly map of Zaun's layered city across the…