"It isn't as though there's a deadline to add more." Their domains are meant to change and evolve almost indefinitely--he's sure that Jayce will come up with plenty more to, but he knows what this is really about. "Back to the lift, then."
There's no real getting around the whole "pet" situation--it's written all over Jayce's face, and by now he's run out of excuses, so he tries to tell himself that everything will be fine and there's no reason to worry. He should be proud of the things that he's made here, just as he's enjoyed watching Jayce fill in his own spaces, and he gives the forge one last look as they head back out into the hallway and step into the elevator. As it moves, Viktor does a little rearranging in his own mind. Jayce seems the most interested in his study, so that's where they'll go.
Maybe, in another lifetime, Viktor makes his own breakthrough and rises through the ranks of the Academy until he holds some position of power there. A real professor, or a dean of one of the various disciplines taught there, maybe. Someone with enough sway to remove the logistical barriers that keep most Zaunites out, fostering a new generation of innovators who aren't held back by where they came from, who do good work and make sure the Undercity reaps the benefits. A glimpse, perhaps, into what Viktor may have imagined for himself if not for Hextech.
The room is sunny thanks to the vaulted windows, and it's lined with bookshelves and worktables full of little clockwork projects, things Viktor tinkers with to keep his hands busy. It's more inviting than the lab proper, with a certain lived-in quality and various creature comforts: house plants, a coffee pot, plush furniture. And, of course, Rio, curled up near one of the chairs, taking up a not insubstantial amount of floor space. Despite the fact that Viktor literally conjured her here, she seems to act of her own accord, looking up to see what's happening as they enter. Viktor, for his part, heads to her immediately, reaching out to pet her not unlike one would a dog--if said dog was very large and amphibious. He looks back at Jayce, offering an upward quirk of his mouth, a little half-smile.
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Date: 2022-04-12 03:32 am (UTC)There's no real getting around the whole "pet" situation--it's written all over Jayce's face, and by now he's run out of excuses, so he tries to tell himself that everything will be fine and there's no reason to worry. He should be proud of the things that he's made here, just as he's enjoyed watching Jayce fill in his own spaces, and he gives the forge one last look as they head back out into the hallway and step into the elevator. As it moves, Viktor does a little rearranging in his own mind. Jayce seems the most interested in his study, so that's where they'll go.
Maybe, in another lifetime, Viktor makes his own breakthrough and rises through the ranks of the Academy until he holds some position of power there. A real professor, or a dean of one of the various disciplines taught there, maybe. Someone with enough sway to remove the logistical barriers that keep most Zaunites out, fostering a new generation of innovators who aren't held back by where they came from, who do good work and make sure the Undercity reaps the benefits. A glimpse, perhaps, into what Viktor may have imagined for himself if not for Hextech.
The room is sunny thanks to the vaulted windows, and it's lined with bookshelves and worktables full of little clockwork projects, things Viktor tinkers with to keep his hands busy. It's more inviting than the lab proper, with a certain lived-in quality and various creature comforts: house plants, a coffee pot, plush furniture. And, of course, Rio, curled up near one of the chairs, taking up a not insubstantial amount of floor space. Despite the fact that Viktor literally conjured her here, she seems to act of her own accord, looking up to see what's happening as they enter. Viktor, for his part, heads to her immediately, reaching out to pet her not unlike one would a dog--if said dog was very large and amphibious. He looks back at Jayce, offering an upward quirk of his mouth, a little half-smile.
"Have you ever seen a waverider before?"