Chapter One: The Inventor and the Ruffian.
The city of Piltover, it shone as brightly from within the city as it did for any distant onlookers. Gears turning and the sound of industry filling the streets as vendors used loudspeakers in an attempt to sell their wares. However a man slowly pushed his way through the crowds of people gravitating towards him shouting his praise and asking the usual questions.
"Sorry, I'm already late and I really have to go!" he said as he raised a hand defensively with his other holding a large metal hammer that glowed a vibrant yellow and occasionally sparked and hissed. Jayce had blown into the League of Legends like a storm and had soon become a fan favorite for his exceptional battle prowess and strange fighting style. But for what it was worth the poor man spent most of his free time doing what he loved and that was tinkering. After peeling himself away from the crowds he suddenly noticed his front gate had been bent and twisted in ways that no mere person could do. Narrowing his eyes the hammer shot out a burst of steam, launching him up and over the wall and onto his acceleration gate allowing him to see that his front door was busted open, it was a repeat of what Viktor had done all over again. All of his research and notes, they were his life's work and he would be damned if it were to be stolen.
Stepping over the debris that he used to call his front door he pushed past the front hall and deeper into the home towards the large workshop. Jayce had taken extra precautions since the previous break in; the door to his workshop was now a solid mass of steel and gears with a automatic sliding system that would pull it within the wall. Gripping the handle the cogwheels within began to whine in protest as the locks disabled and grinded as it slid away. Stepping inside the room a sound caught his attention, cogwheels and hydraulics squealing as his hammer stayed ready within his hands. Nothing could have prepared him for what awaited within. There perched on his stool was a woman with wild spiked up pink hair with her trademark gauntlets smoking and twitching as they sat within her lap.
"Welcome back… Nerd."
What once was preparation for conflict was now anger mixed with relief, "Really!? Vi what the hell did you do to my gate and my damn front door! After your last house call I had to replace half the damn hinges in this place." The man said in a mocking tone as the woman sat there and just rolled her eyes not even wanting to pay attention to him.
"Listen geek, my hands need a little tune up. So cut the talkie and get to the fixie." She stated with an uninterested tone as her hands lifted and settled onto the large workbench. Surprisingly the gauntlets began to unlock themselves as pieces slid away and pushed outward to allow her hands release from the contraptions.
"I don't care who you think you are Vi but barging into my house when I'm not home and making my front gate into a damn balloon animal isn't helping your Jayce fix my hands cause. I have half a mind to… tell…" His voice trailed off as the woman pulled her hands from the devices and to be honest he had yet to truly be astounded but a smirk drifted to his face. What she had revealed were not hands that neither were calloused and raw nor were they scarred and disfigured. Her hands were very soft and feminine, a much lighter skin tone than the rest of her body. "Do you want me to fix those too? I'm sure I could put some pretty pink polish on those nails for you." Jayce teased causing the woman to instantly cross her arms and hide herself.
"Yeah, laugh it up but just remember when I get those babies back on… You'll pay." With that she made her way out of the workshop and into his home, she wouldn't go too far away from her gloves and Jayce had a nice place she could just kick up her feet and enjoy. "I'll be sitting in your living room eating you out of house and home. But if Cupcake decides to show up and invite herself in just show her the door."
"I don't know how Caitlyn puts up with her. It's like dealing with a little kid…" He muttered under his breath as he laid the hammer against the wall and slid onto his stool looking over the smoking wreckage that she called weapons and began peeling away the outer plating. From what he could tell there had been serious damage to the actuators and most of the internal circuitry which was probably due to her Smash now, Smash later, Smash more and then ask questions style of law enforcement. However this was almost far beyond what could be considered for repairs and most likely has him spending his next few evenings in the workshop.
*DING DONG*
A loud yell echoed out indicating the doorbell that had been neglected earlier had startled him into stabbing a soldering gun into his hand. Jayce with a look of hatred stood from the stool and took hold of his hammer and began the trek to his front door intent upon making sure whoever had pressed that forsaken button would be eating a shock blast.