Sorry this one took a bit longer, I got stuck and I had work. Anyways, we've got another Project! And just in time to bring in his new skin too...just to let you know...both his and Riven's are beautiful. I have them both (got Riven in a box, Yas was gifted to me) but I've almost got all of Riven's missions completed. Anyways...here's Yasuo's first chapter!
Chapter 1
The sun was shining, it was a lovely spring day. People were milling about…when a blur ran past them, knocking a few people aside with a called out 'sorry!' Dylan Cross bolted across the town square, eyes flicking up to the school clock tower in slight worry.
"I can't be late…not again," he thought as he dashed through the doors.
He felt like his feet had wings, that the wind was helping him along. He managed to dodge into the classroom right as the bell rang and the teacher entered in as Dylan slid into his seat.
The teacher gave him a pointed glare.
"Mr. Cross…were you late again…" the teacher growled.
"No, Mr. Abernathy," Dylan replied, "I was in my seat before you got here,"
The glare intensified. His classmates snickered…and Dylan gave a shrug.
"At least he's being honest," one of his classmates started, "He was in his seat before you, sir,"
Mr. Abernathy rolled his eyes and looked at his coffee mug…which was at a woefully low level for how early it was in the day. He had a feeling that he'd be getting a couple refills before school, no, class let out…
It wasn't that Dylan was a bad kid. He was actually a good one…he just had a tendency to be late. Something that they were working on…but Dylan had yet to master.
But, God knows that boy can run…
"You guys seen the trailer for the new Star Wars movie?" Dylan asked as school let out and people were milling about.
"Yeah," one of his classmates nodded, "It looked good…but it wasn't anywhere near as hype-inducing as The Force Awakens,"
"And don't get me started on those prequels," another shuddered.
"We all agree never to speak of those," Dylan deadpanned, getting nods from his friends, "Ah, well, I'm probably going to go ahead home…Laurel got me TOR for my birthday and I'm having way too much fun playing a Sith Inquisitor,"
"I would have pegged you for a Jedi player," came the chuckle.
"Eh…I'm more of a rogue Sith anyways," Dylan shrugged, "My methods are…questionable…to the Sith and to the Jedi,"
He gave a wave and picked up his backpack, starting off towards the edge of school property.
"See ya guys tomorrow!" he called.
"See ya Dylan!" came the chorus.
Dylan gave a smile as he shook his head. He was looking forwards to playing…but there was also the fact that there was a new patch coming out for League. His favorite, and Mastery 6, champion was getting a new skin and he couldn't wait to get it.
He chuckled to himself as he pulled out the RP card that one of his friends had gotten him for his birthday. He'd put this to very good use.
A strong yank on his backpack caught Dylan's attention and he choked, instinctively trying to hit his captor and succeeding in connecting with someone's stomach.
"Ow!" one of the goons snapped, letting go of Dylan right as more of their friends stepped up around Dylan to prevent him from running, "You know…I was just going to ask for money…but that really hurt,"
"You snuck up on me!" Dylan yelled, "Give a guy a break!"
"Do you have any money?" the one rubbing his stomach deadpanned.
"…No?"
"Then I don't see why I have to," the man shrugged, "Get him,"
Dylan yelped as a hand grabbed him and a knee caught him in the stomach. He at some point fell to the ground despite all his attempts to get right back up.
"HEY!" a loud, female voice yelled.
The creeps all looked up.
"Lady, this isn't your business, back off!" the head creep snapped.
"You're on my property so it makes it my business," the woman deadpanned.
Dylan caught a glimpse of her through a swollen eyelid. She was tall, with reddish blonde hair and stormy blue eyes. She looked more on the stocky end of the scale, but it was more of a muscle than fat. But what caught Dylan's eye was the woman's eyes. He had the oddest feeling that he was being watched by two people rather than one…it was unnerving to say the least.
"Let him go, and get off my property," the woman said, coming closer as she set her groceries on the ground.
"Or you'll what," the lead goon snorted.
Faster than Dylan could see, the woman's hand snapped out and she punched the guy, sending him flying to the ground.
"I said. Get off my property or you'll wish you had…" came the frosty growl as golden eyes glared at the remaining bullies.
To say they ran in terror was an understatement.
The woman shook her head, muttering softly to herself before offering her hand to Dylan.
"Are you alright?" she asked, looking him over, "Ah…you're pretty banged up…come with me, we'll get you cleaned up,"
"Thanks…but I'm not supposed to…" Dylan started, only to get pinned with that odd stare again.
"You want to walk up to your home looking like that?" the woman asked, "Or worse…you want to let your mother see you like that?"
"No…"
"I swear I don't bite…hard," the woman grinned, "Goodness, the only time I actually bite is if someone kills my Carry,"
"Wait…you play League?" Dylan blinked.
The woman gave a wry grin and nodded.
"Leona main, you?" she asked.
"Explains the motherly stuff," Dylan chuckled, "Yasuo,"
The woman looked at him and grinned.
"I'm good friends with…a Yasuo main," the woman replied as she picked up her groceries and led Dylan up to a very large home, "He and I enjoy wreaking havoc on the Rift,"
Dylan blinked as she led him into the house. He stopped on the porch and watched as the woman went inside. She turned around to look at him.
"Oh come on," she chastised, "If I was going to hurt you, I would have done it in the alley, not in my own home. Come in,"
Dylan cautiously followed her, looking around at the warm interior of the large house. He came into the dining room where he was told to take a seat while she went into the kitchen. He watched as she came back from the kitchen with a bowl, some ice in a bag, a first aid kit and a small clear vial of pale blue liquid. She set the stuff on the table, humming softly to herself.
"That's Daylight's End," he noted, "I thought you were a Leona person,"
"Oh, I am," the woman smiled warmly, handing him an icepack for his eye, "You're wrong about the song. It's not Daylight's End…more like Daylight's Start,"
She gave a chuckle.
"Riot made a parody of it and turned it into Daylight's End. The original was in major,"
"How…"
"I'm a…Beta Tester at Riot," the woman replied, "I work on one specific Champion and if Riot does anything to her, I'm the first to know or try it out,"
"Leona?" Dylan asked as the woman gently took the pack away and took a few drops from the clear container, putting it on the rag and dabbing it on his eye, "…That sounds like an awesome job…I wish I could do that,"
"Who knows, you probably could," the woman shrugged, looking him over, "But that's not my real job. I'm actually a choir teacher,"
"Where?" he asked.
"Eastside High," the woman smiled.
"East?" Dylan stated, closing an eye.
"…You're from Northview aren't you," the woman growled playfully, "That explains a lot…gotta watch you Northers,"
Dylan rolled his eyes and the woman smiled, picking up a mirror.
"Not my best handiwork…I'm no Soraka, Sona or Akali…buuuut, this isn't too bad," she smiled.
Dylan looked at himself. There were only faint shadows of where he'd been hit.
"How'd you…" he blinked.
"Secret family recipe," the woman grinned, tossing the clear vial before sticking it in her pocket, "I'd tell you…but…"
"You'd have to kill me?" he asked.
The woman laughed.
"You're a good kid," she smiled, "I never caught your name…"
"Dylan,"
"Dylan…that's a nice name," she nodded, "I'm Cira,"
She got up and offered a hand. Dylan took it, marveling at how strong she seemed despite her frame.
"It was nice meeting you, Dylan," she told him, "If you ever get into trouble…my door is always open,"
"Thank you Miss Cira," he nodded, grabbing his backpack.
"Feel free to come by anytime," she called as he walked out the door.
The next day, Dylan had gotten out of school much, much later than he thought he would. His mother had asked if he could grab something for dinner and Laurel went with him this time.
"You enjoying that new skin?" Laurel teased, shoving her brother lightly.
"Yeah, I am," he grinned, "I liked his Project skin…but this one is so cool! Thanks,"
"You owe me y'know," she smirked.
"Yeah, I know…expect her skin soon," he snorted, "So, what was Mom wanting us to get again?"
Laurel pulled out the list and hummed as she inspected it.
"Looks like we're gonna have to get some of the basics…bread, milk, butter and all that…but Mom says to pick up food. So…pizza?"
"Pizza," Dylan agreed, "I…"
He stopped as he saw figures seemingly melt from the shadows.
"Well, look who came back!" a familiar voice grinned, making Dylan clench his fists, "Gee, you're looking pretty healthy for someone who took a beating last night…"
"Dylan? What's he talking about?" Laurel asked.
"And who's this?" the creep asked, "She can't be your girlfriend…"
"Leave my sister out of this," Dylan growled.
"Can't," came the shrug, "As you can kinda tell…this is a stickup. Cough over the money and we might let you go unharmed,"
He looked at Laurel who glared at him.
"Well…after we have a little fun with your pretty sis over he-!"
The lead goon coughed off as Dylan's fist slammed into his gut.
"Laurel! Run!" Dylan yelled.
"You're gonna pay for that, brat!" the creep snarled, grabbing Dylan and hitting him in the face.
Dylan cried out as the creep continuously beat him. Laurel tried to help him, but the other members of the creep's posse held her back, ignoring her thrashing and screaming for them to let go…and for Dylan to get up.
Despite how he looked…Dylan's body hadn't recovered from yesterday, so he was running on a broken form…even more so that he was getting a thrashing.
The creep grabbed Dylan's head and slammed it against the sidewalk. Laurel heard a crack and screamed. Sirens started sounding off and the goons ran as Laurel bolted towards her brother, lying broken and bleeding on the sidewalk.
"Stay with me…" she pleaded as Dylan's eyes rolled upwards and started to close, "DYLAN!"
Dylan gasped, thrashing as he woke up. He looked up to see what looked to be wooden temple walls. He got up off the floor, looking around.
He froze as he saw someone standing in the doorway.
"Dylan Cross," the figure, a man in a dark suit and fedora started, "You're actually quite lucky you're alive…for the most part,"
"Who are you?" Dylan growled.
"My name is Andrew Summers," the man, Andrew, stated, "I work for Riot Games. You, my boy, have a shattered skull, multiple lacerations and quite the assortment of broken bones. They don't expect you to live much longer. You've been in a coma since the accident."
"Then how are you talking to me?" Dylan demanded, "If this is all in my head,"
"You have to love technology and its advancements," Andrew chuckled, "I've already talked to your family, and they agreed with my offer…but the end judgement was up to you,"
"And that is?" Dylan asked warily.
"You're familiar with League of Legends, correct?" he asked.
"Yeah…I'm a mastery 6 Yasuo player,"
"The League, her Champions, Valoran…it is all real," Andrew said, "In order to save your life, there's an experimental process that will make you a Champion. One such Champion has chosen you…as in, he agreed to let you become him,"
"And who would be crazy enough to do that?"
"First Cira, then Zayne, then Victoria, then Jonathan, now you," Andrew muttered to himself, "Something with the Overdrive Project Chosens I swear…"
"Oh come on, Andrew, we're not all that bad," another male voice chuckled.
Dylan whirled around to see a mad with long, wild, dark hair that was put up in a ponytail with a faint scar over the bridge of his nose and a slender, elegantly forged katana at his side. Dylan could also see the flute and flask of what he knew was alcohol strapped to the man's belt.
"…Yasuo?!" Dylan blinked, "You picked me?"
"I liked your spirit, Dylan," Yasuo shrugged, "Seemed fair that I'd pick you,"
Yasuo gave a sigh and looked at Andrew.
"He's gonna have to become more than just a Champion, isn't he?" the Unforgiven asked, "Because of what I am? What Fiora, Yi, Leo, Lucian and Zed are?"
"Just like Leona, Zed, Fiora, and Lucian before you," Andrew nodded.
Yasuo gave a nod and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"What are you talking about?" Dylan asked.
"Dylan," Yasuo sighed, "I'm gonna be honest with you. I'm not completely human. Not anymore,"
He touched his chest and his form started to shimmer like a mirage…before appearing in a form that looked like a mix between man and machine. Dylan saw Yasuo's once dark hair turn snow-white, and he was covered head to toe in armor…save for his right arm, which was still human and covered with a leather glove. The orange-scarlet light the slits in his helmet shone dimly.
"The Project 'skins' aren't skins," Yasuo said, his voice carrying a metallic tinge before the mask lifted back, revealing his human face, "This is what I am. There are nine of us that were kidnapped from the League. Three of us had Chosens when we were taken…They're still a little messed up. The rest of us…well…I'll say this now. If you accept my offer…then this is what you're going look like. You won't be completely human anymore. You'll be partially machine. Now, we've got holograms that make us look human…"
His form flickered and he returned to his 'classic' skin.
"But it's a lot to get used to. You're going to be a lot stronger. You're going to be ripping doors off their hinges for a while…so try and learn how to control your strength,"
He gave a sigh.
"I'll protect you the best I can from whatever comes your way…but I can't choose what you decide. To die human or to live as a Project under the title of the Unforgiven. That you have to decide for yourself,"
Dylan looked up at Yasuo and gave a grim smile.
"I accept being the Unforgiven," he said.
I don't quite know what's going to happen next...but I'm excited to see what happens. I have an idea of something I want to do, but it's all up to the Creator as to what I do.
For you people wanting Chosens, here are my requirements:
What Champion
Character's name ( 1st and last)
Age
Family?
Physical Description
Personality
Why were they picked by the Champion?
How did they become the Champion(why did the Champion choose them and what were the circumstances that made the Champion choose to bond with the character? *doesn't have to be tragic accident, but I still want to know why they're the new Champion*)
They CANNOT be Valorian (from Valoran or have family from Valoran. Kayle is the only exception and that will be IT. No more of that). Dynasty Chosens (such as how Shen ended up) will not be taken as they are quite difficult to explain. Also, if you make a Mary Sue/Gary Stu character...I will make you change things about it. I don't want to write those...they're unfair to everyone else...
You will have one month to get me a description of your Chosen before the Champion goes back into the pool. You can have multiple Chosens (my requirement is that they are related/know each other) Limit is 3. I CAN decide whether or not I will use your Chosen, I'm pulling the 'My story, my rules' card. If I see that someone has a very good reason for that Champion, then I will show preference for them mainly because it's easier for me to write.
Champions WITHOUT (meaning NOT TAKEN) a Chosen:
Alistar
Amumu
Anivia
Corki
Fizz
Heimerdinger
Irelia
Jayce
Kennen
Nunu
Olaf
Poppy
Rammus
Rumble
Singed
Swain
Teemo
Tristana
Trundle
Tryndamere
Xin Zhao
Zilean
Anyway, hope you liked it. If you did, please let me know!
Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)
Máriessë ar mára tecië
Farewell and fair writing
Elhini Prime signing off.
