[Hmmm... He considers this, but what makes him side-eye what's said is "either," only because he believes he is perfectly in control of himself.
What Hexcore influence?]
Yes. [Hammer time.] It's a hammer he built based on our Hextech even though we said we would never use Hextech to build weapons.
It likely utilizes a hex crystal, so it can be charged to disperse a beam of energy.
[Above the mpregg, he pulls aside some of the blue blankie covering his chest where the mottled, healed crater has turned into an ugly scar. He truly got blasted. Heavier sections of golden metal begin here and disappear down out of sight.]
I was born with a stunted leg. I had to wear a brace on it, and later, I had spinal surgery to implant screws for the chest brace I needed. It fused with my flesh during the transmutation. The arcane does this to others when I heal them - if they have a physical malformation.
[He shakes his head.]
I had seen it one other time. I didn't ask any questions. [A pause.] ...
[He glances over his shoulder briefly before looking back.]
[ they shake their head. they can discuss what a video game is later.
instead, they are listening to viktor explain his tragic backstory. he cannot see what their expression looks like, but it seems as if that's giving them pause to think this over. ]
Even in evolution there's no escaping genetics. [ this is mumbled a little, because even if viktor was healed, those pieces of him remained for life. ]
So he went and made this weapon without you despite doing everything else together. And despite agreeing not to use your technology for weapons. And then blasted you. [ never mind they are a jayce-anti as well suddenly. they do not think viktor is correct! but both of these things can be true. ] Did you think you would end up here when you did die?
they will continue to pry pieces of this story out of viktor's brain, actually, or so help them. ]
My... partner and I were on two sides, too, for a while. Not that I knew that for a long time, but when I came back again I learned they were pretty against the things I'd done. But... they came around later.
[ that aside. the unfortunate part is that kiraman is a curious mind themselves, and they've wondered about this. ]
We were once always on the same page. Inseparable. I do wonder... what changed his mind.
[The horrors that awaited.
His hand lifts and extends, and there isn't any hesitation in him when he settles his fingers on what would amount to Kiraman's forehead, almost as if he has done this many, many times. The fingertips are cool, like coins; they begin to shine with an iridescent glow.
A wide chasm opens within Kiraman, a gaping maw both satiated and hungry all at once. The motion feels like infiltrating chaos, a burrowing spiral, yet the essence of it has more order to it than expected. Their spirit as a whole is flung out away from their form and dropped instead in an endless, wide, limitless void filled with shining stars and nebulae. With no comparison, who knows if they are standing, or sitting, or falling, or walking; there is no up, or down. The only sound is the rhythmic, single-toned hum of energy - the arcane; a vibration felt again the eardrums and mind more than heard. Some sort of primordial energy which instills neither fear nor comfort, but a pinpoint of respite.
And there's Viktor, too, with them. He looks different, though a lot like Kiraman except for his face unconcealed within the confines of the glow of his body. Must be floating, at least by the way Viktor hovers. Here, he must be Viktor as he was before the Hexcore's influence: an expression of amusement pours into his face. Humor, excitement. Teasing.]
You'd be surprised what makes a person change. [ but it's usually discovering the truth. it then depends on if they think their truth is the only truth.
but they don't seem concerned about what viktor is doing. in fact, they watch closely and let it happen, and as it opens within them they seem to realize with startling clarity that this feels a bit familiar. there's surprise there when they feel themselves being bodied around (unused to not having control, really) and they stay still for a moment as if to fully absorb the sound and the chasm and the void.
and it's... that energy. it's that relief, that vague semblance of inner peace, maybe, that catches their attention as they tilt their head back to look across the void.]
Whoa.
[this is what they say first as a first instinct, because familiar or not, this is still new. and overwhelming, in a way. but when viktor hovers in front of them then, they study him carefully. this is the interior viktor, the one wrapped in the malfunctioning sentient magic, an actual separation from the amalgamation someone else created. it does not escape them in the slightest that viktor seems far more lucid here. ]
So what you meant to say was the arcane is limitless. To be shaped by whoever's hands touch it. Raw energy that hasn't been put into a circuit yet. [ this is how they're choosing to understand it. ]
[His smile is humble, but genuine - and actually there for once. His eyes don't have the shards of cold ice to them; instead, they are warm and golden. He twists around to look out over the bottomless and topless horizon for a moment.]
Yes, [he agrees finally.] I suppose that is why they say many wars were fought over it. [He gestures at the expanse.] This is the collective. At least, it would be if there were others connected to us. Each of them would be a thread-song somewhere out here. Thinking, talking, wanting.
[ very, very interesting. they are starting to see what happened here. and they're trying to float, too? let them up. ]
Quiet doesn't seem so bad. [ but then again, they could use it, sometimes. ] You sure everyone in the collective would be wanting, thinking, and talking the same way? How do you know they won't conflict?
[The questions make him laugh quietly for some reason.]
No one wants, thinks, or talks the same. Everyone in the collective was their own person. I could hear their minds, their desires. They did not conflict because everyone was at peace as a single coexistence.
I... have misunderstood the arcane. [ they sound a little amused and a little embarrassed. they still think they're right that what happened to viktor and merging with the arcane was Bad, but. they can understand the appeal. of what the arcane was meant to do. ]
It's more like the cloud. But can the collective grow? If they can think and want, can they grow and change?
That's alright. [He seems amused himself.] It's a manifested hub of the connection the arcane can allow. A place where everyone is linked to each other and me. I am also still learning more about it.
[He shakes his head gently.]
I don't know. The commune was young. I never had the chance to find out. But I was brought someone whose mutation locked away who they were, and I was using the connection to search their mind for what was missing.
[ a pause to that. this, too, sounds familiar. there are a lot of similarities here that they are discovering in an offshoot way and they're not sure how to feel about that. it's not bad, necessarily, but it makes them think. ]
Like a train station. Everyone coming from different directions but they're all gathered to go to the same destination. [ sure, fine. ] Do mutations like that happen a lot? When you search a mind, is it like this?
[ hm. should they be concerned about viktor searching their mind actually. that's a new thought. ]
No, I had never come across anything like it yet. Not in that way. I think... he was a human who had been experimented on perhaps, mixed with an animal. His consciousness had been locked behind instinct.
It is in a similar space, though not exactly this one. I can venture inside the mind as I am now and open memories or feelings. Bridge gaps.
And in order to find it you had to push past the layers. But you didn't succeed before you came here.
[ this makes sense, yeah. this does actually help, though they are still looking at viktor. he can't see their expression, but with their posture slouched slightly and head tilted they seem to be considering options. ]
What do you call absolute necessity? A case like the mutation where it's so deeply tangled you have to unlock memories to find the strongest ones?
He was a difficult case. The experimentation pushed his conscience far within.
[His smile is small, reassuring.]
I was asked to do this for him by people who cared for the man he was before. [The necessity.] I had to reach back into the memories of who he was, as many of them as I could rouse until he was himself. Big, small, just many of them. The most important ones who made them who he was.
[He gets the impression they are worried about this, so his laugh isn't mean.]
The people who asked me were what amounted to his daughters. At least, that's what I garnered from his memories. He was their father, and they wanted him back because they thought he had died.
I think so. [He seems... not pleased in an arrogant way, but in a relieved way.] He was becoming less feral and more like himself. Becoming kinder.
[But then he frowns gently and glances out at the cosmos of the arcane.]
Without me to tether them all together, however... I'm not sure what became of him. Everything would be broken. I'm not sure if they return to their former selves, or if they would simply... perish. He was a mutation, though, so perhaps he would survive.
[ what if you don't ask kiraman about their opinions on family. ]
... there's a disconnect between here and there. [ they mean with viktor, and they don't say so. ] If you could separate the man and the animal, think you could separate you and the hexcore?
[No, no. Tell the opinion on family. Is it bad? Abusive? A cover? Fake?
His head swivels to look at them.]
Why would I want to do that?
[Unlike before, he doesn't seem icily feral when he asks, but genuinely confused. It isn't the Hexcore refusing to let go, but a worry of becoming worthless.
Don't take the only thing he can do now to make a difference in people's lives (he thinks). He's always been weak and useless, nevermind his brain is what wasn't. He's been terminal, too. This is all he has.
But he understands they have asked a question, so: he looks outward again.]
I don't know... I haven't considered trying on myself. I'm not sure if it would work that way, but perhaps. Anything is possible, right? You try until you make that true.
they don't seem to mind viktor watching them, keeping their face (?) turned toward him. right. okay. have to remember he doesn't actually see there's a problem here. ]
Sure, anything is possible. As long as you remember that there are always going to be unknowns that you're solving for. Like, let's say what you're trying to solve for is how to keep saving your people if you separate from the hexcore. Before you can solve for that, you need to factor in other variables, such as your free will, and your capabilities to make certain changes. While some won't work in this formula, others will. There are multiple answers to the same question. In this case, your unknown is "what would happen to me if I separated from the hexcore." And you take your y and your z into account, with y equally your research on the invention and your z being your choices in how you use it. With those, you solve.
"If y +z, my research and my choices, can be multiplied and create a new answer, that's my x."
[ which is to say they do not think it would necessarily be the end of viktor if he was able to create and do all of this once. ]
[Instead of merely looking, he spins in place to face them, expression wryly amused.]
Do you always turn your problems into mathematical equations to solve them?
[Unfortunately, he is peering at Kiraman now with an interest which really couldn't present itself on the other side when dulled by the neutrality of the Hexcore.]
You know, before I transmuted with the Hexcore, I asked Jayce to promise me to destroy it. [His expression softens into something solemn with a bit of recognition.] I guess that's why he killed me.
But I have seen what it can do, what it can let me do for others who need the help. I can actually make a difference in people's lives now. I can end their pain, their early deaths, give them a place where they don't have to starve, or fight to live. They prosper; I've seen it. Coexisting and creating with their own gifts. Art, music, writing, everything.
I can use it. There's a way. There has to be a way to perfect it. That's my x.
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What Hexcore influence?]
Yes. [Hammer time.] It's a hammer he built based on our Hextech even though we said we would never use Hextech to build weapons.
It likely utilizes a hex crystal, so it can be charged to disperse a beam of energy.
[Above the mpregg, he pulls aside some of the blue blankie covering his chest where the mottled, healed crater has turned into an ugly scar. He truly got blasted. Heavier sections of golden metal begin here and disappear down out of sight.]
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Pretty sure I played a video game like that once. [ but they do lean forward to peer at this scar. ouchie. ]
Metal from the fusion, too? [ cyborg... ? ] Did you know he made the hammer before he used it on you?
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Video game...?
[He's ""old,"" don't be saying that.]
I was born with a stunted leg. I had to wear a brace on it, and later, I had spinal surgery to implant screws for the chest brace I needed. It fused with my flesh during the transmutation. The arcane does this to others when I heal them - if they have a physical malformation.
[He shakes his head.]
I had seen it one other time. I didn't ask any questions. [A pause.] ...
[He glances over his shoulder briefly before looking back.]
I didn't think to at the time.
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instead, they are listening to viktor explain his tragic backstory. he cannot see what their expression looks like, but it seems as if that's giving them pause to think this over. ]
Even in evolution there's no escaping genetics. [ this is mumbled a little, because even if viktor was healed, those pieces of him remained for life. ]
So he went and made this weapon without you despite doing everything else together. And despite agreeing not to use your technology for weapons. And then blasted you. [ never mind they are a jayce-anti as well suddenly. they do not think viktor is correct! but both of these things can be true. ] Did you think you would end up here when you did die?
[ heaven, they mean. ]
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The way Kiraman is missing pieces of this long story. Not their fault. Just the jumble of conversation.]
Jayce became a councilor at another's behest. He became entangled in their ways, pulled between our work and their requests, his duty.
[An explanation for the weaponry.]
No. I assumed I would be pulled into nothing, or perhaps, repurposed within the arcane. [Peering at Kiraman.] Would you like to see it? The arcane.
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they will continue to pry pieces of this story out of viktor's brain, actually, or so help them. ]
My... partner and I were on two sides, too, for a while. Not that I knew that for a long time, but when I came back again I learned they were pretty against the things I'd done. But... they came around later.
[ that aside. the unfortunate part is that kiraman is a curious mind themselves, and they've wondered about this. ]
... show me.
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We were once always on the same page. Inseparable. I do wonder... what changed his mind.
[The horrors that awaited.
His hand lifts and extends, and there isn't any hesitation in him when he settles his fingers on what would amount to Kiraman's forehead, almost as if he has done this many, many times. The fingertips are cool, like coins; they begin to shine with an iridescent glow.
A wide chasm opens within Kiraman, a gaping maw both satiated and hungry all at once. The motion feels like infiltrating chaos, a burrowing spiral, yet the essence of it has more order to it than expected. Their spirit as a whole is flung out away from their form and dropped instead in an endless, wide, limitless void filled with shining stars and nebulae. With no comparison, who knows if they are standing, or sitting, or falling, or walking; there is no up, or down. The only sound is the rhythmic, single-toned hum of energy - the arcane; a vibration felt again the eardrums and mind more than heard. Some sort of primordial energy which instills neither fear nor comfort, but a pinpoint of respite.
And there's Viktor, too, with them. He looks different, though a lot like Kiraman except for his face unconcealed within the confines of the glow of his body. Must be floating, at least by the way Viktor hovers. Here, he must be Viktor as he was before the Hexcore's influence: an expression of amusement pours into his face. Humor, excitement. Teasing.]
What do you think?
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but they don't seem concerned about what viktor is doing. in fact, they watch closely and let it happen, and as it opens within them they seem to realize with startling clarity that this feels a bit familiar. there's surprise there when they feel themselves being bodied around (unused to not having control, really) and they stay still for a moment as if to fully absorb the sound and the chasm and the void.
and it's... that energy. it's that relief, that vague semblance of inner peace, maybe, that catches their attention as they tilt their head back to look across the void.]
Whoa.
[this is what they say first as a first instinct, because familiar or not, this is still new. and overwhelming, in a way. but when viktor hovers in front of them then, they study him carefully. this is the interior viktor, the one wrapped in the malfunctioning sentient magic, an actual separation from the amalgamation someone else created. it does not escape them in the slightest that viktor seems far more lucid here. ]
So what you meant to say was the arcane is limitless. To be shaped by whoever's hands touch it. Raw energy that hasn't been put into a circuit yet. [ this is how they're choosing to understand it. ]
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Yes, [he agrees finally.] I suppose that is why they say many wars were fought over it. [He gestures at the expanse.] This is the collective. At least, it would be if there were others connected to us. Each of them would be a thread-song somewhere out here. Thinking, talking, wanting.
It's quiet now.
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Quiet doesn't seem so bad. [ but then again, they could use it, sometimes. ] You sure everyone in the collective would be wanting, thinking, and talking the same way? How do you know they won't conflict?
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No one wants, thinks, or talks the same. Everyone in the collective was their own person. I could hear their minds, their desires. They did not conflict because everyone was at peace as a single coexistence.
The ruination came from outside the collective.
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It's more like the cloud. But can the collective grow? If they can think and want, can they grow and change?
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[He shakes his head gently.]
I don't know. The commune was young. I never had the chance to find out. But I was brought someone whose mutation locked away who they were, and I was using the connection to search their mind for what was missing.
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Like a train station. Everyone coming from different directions but they're all gathered to go to the same destination. [ sure, fine. ] Do mutations like that happen a lot? When you search a mind, is it like this?
[ hm. should they be concerned about viktor searching their mind actually. that's a new thought. ]
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No, I had never come across anything like it yet. Not in that way. I think... he was a human who had been experimented on perhaps, mixed with an animal. His consciousness had been locked behind instinct.
It is in a similar space, though not exactly this one. I can venture inside the mind as I am now and open memories or feelings. Bridge gaps.
[To put them at ease unknowingly:]
I only do this as absolute necessity.
[Well. For now. :)]
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[ this makes sense, yeah. this does actually help, though they are still looking at viktor. he can't see their expression, but with their posture slouched slightly and head tilted they seem to be considering options. ]
What do you call absolute necessity? A case like the mutation where it's so deeply tangled you have to unlock memories to find the strongest ones?
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[His smile is small, reassuring.]
I was asked to do this for him by people who cared for the man he was before. [The necessity.] I had to reach back into the memories of who he was, as many of them as I could rouse until he was himself. Big, small, just many of them. The most important ones who made them who he was.
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[ they sound... suspicious. like they're wary of what those people really wanted for this man. ]
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The people who asked me were what amounted to his daughters. At least, that's what I garnered from his memories. He was their father, and they wanted him back because they thought he had died.
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... okay. Yeah. Yeah, that makes sense. [ family is... fine. ] Do you think you would've been successful? Pulling him back out to who he used to be.
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I think so. [He seems... not pleased in an arrogant way, but in a relieved way.] He was becoming less feral and more like himself. Becoming kinder.
[But then he frowns gently and glances out at the cosmos of the arcane.]
Without me to tether them all together, however... I'm not sure what became of him. Everything would be broken. I'm not sure if they return to their former selves, or if they would simply... perish. He was a mutation, though, so perhaps he would survive.
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... there's a disconnect between here and there. [ they mean with viktor, and they don't say so. ] If you could separate the man and the animal, think you could separate you and the hexcore?
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His head swivels to look at them.]
Why would I want to do that?
[Unlike before, he doesn't seem icily feral when he asks, but genuinely confused. It isn't the Hexcore refusing to let go, but a worry of becoming worthless.
Don't take the only thing he can do now to make a difference in people's lives (he thinks). He's always been weak and useless, nevermind his brain is what wasn't. He's been terminal, too. This is all he has.
But he understands they have asked a question, so: he looks outward again.]
I don't know... I haven't considered trying on myself. I'm not sure if it would work that way, but perhaps. Anything is possible, right? You try until you make that true.
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they don't seem to mind viktor watching them, keeping their face (?) turned toward him. right. okay. have to remember he doesn't actually see there's a problem here. ]
Sure, anything is possible. As long as you remember that there are always going to be unknowns that you're solving for. Like, let's say what you're trying to solve for is how to keep saving your people if you separate from the hexcore. Before you can solve for that, you need to factor in other variables, such as your free will, and your capabilities to make certain changes. While some won't work in this formula, others will. There are multiple answers to the same question. In this case, your unknown is "what would happen to me if I separated from the hexcore." And you take your y and your z into account, with y equally your research on the invention and your z being your choices in how you use it. With those, you solve.
"If y +z, my research and my choices, can be multiplied and create a new answer, that's my x."
[ which is to say they do not think it would necessarily be the end of viktor if he was able to create and do all of this once. ]
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Do you always turn your problems into mathematical equations to solve them?
[Unfortunately, he is peering at Kiraman now with an interest which really couldn't present itself on the other side when dulled by the neutrality of the Hexcore.]
You know, before I transmuted with the Hexcore, I asked Jayce to promise me to destroy it. [His expression softens into something solemn with a bit of recognition.] I guess that's why he killed me.
But I have seen what it can do, what it can let me do for others who need the help. I can actually make a difference in people's lives now. I can end their pain, their early deaths, give them a place where they don't have to starve, or fight to live. They prosper; I've seen it. Coexisting and creating with their own gifts. Art, music, writing, everything.
I can use it. There's a way. There has to be a way to perfect it. That's my x.
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