Here we go. Official start of Corvin's Journey. By the way for all those who guessed sly cooper. DING DING DING you win a cookie!
Thieves respect property. They merely wish the property to become their property that they may more perfectly respect it. –Gilbert K. Chesterton
Chapter 1: A Party To Remember
Corvin
The Piltover Museum of Technological Advancements was packed to the brim. People were chatting in their little groups snacking on the dishes being served and drinks alcoholic beverages with names that are way too complicated. All dressed in beautiful and extremely expensive clothes and jewelry.
Disgusting.
Bastards throw their money around likes its nothing. I don't care whether their rich or not just what they do with it. Hell I wouldn't be so disgusted by them if they just did one good thing with the money they have. There only a handful of good rich men in this city. And hardly any over in Zaun.
But as much as I despise these rich blowhards, the one I hate the most is the one throwing the party, Henrik Mire.
Police have been investigating him for who knows how long. Short, brown eyed, and slicked back greasy brown hair.
Owner and proprietor of Mire Movers. One of Runeterra's biggest cargo shippers and possible associate of the Syndicate. A crime ring stretching to all corners of the world…..that may or may not exist.
Doesn't matter right now any ways. The bastard has something I want. I always get what I want.
Now where would he put…..
"Excuse me mister."
Turning I come face to face with a waiter holding a platter of what looks like glasses of champagne.
"Would you like a refreshment? It's all paid for by mister Mire." He told me.
"Not right now but would you know where the Restrooms are?"
"Right over there sir." He said pointing off to the right.
"Thanks and don't call me sir. It makes me feel old."
Walking into the restrooms I went into one of the stalls and closed the door begin me. Opening up the lid of the toilet I took a small package out of my pants pocket. Unwrapping it showed it was nothing more than a little metal sphere only a little bigger than a marble.
"This better work. Took a lot of sneaking to get this." I mumbled.
Dropping the ball into the toilet and flushing it down the drain.
Walking out of the bathroom I exited just in time to see skeletal looking Hex-Bots (bots from Jinx trailer) enter the large room followed by Mr. Mire himself. He walked up to a small podium that was just set up.
"Thank you ladies and gentlemen and whatever else you are for coming to my little soiree." He spoke with a voice of some one used flaunting what he has.
"As most of you know this is one of few days of the year where we need not worry about that blue haired abomination." Upon finishing that statement most of guests erupted into clapping and a few cheers of agreement.
Not cool. Sure Jinx may be a little unhinged but her actually nice if you get to know her. And it's not like she kills anyone outside of the league. She just loves to watch things explode, have fun and in her own crazy way bring excitement to people who she thinks are living boring lives. That doesn't work if the people who tries to entertain get killed. She strangely smart when it comes to tech and planning how to blow stuff up without casualties.
Ignoring whatever pleasantries he was saying I made my way over to what should be the power systems to the museum. It also being unlocked thanks to a small bribe of one of the men who worked on setting up tonight's party.
Making sure no one was looking I slipped into the room and found myself facing a light green crystal about two feet wide and about five feet tall and what looked like hoses and cords attached to it.
"Alright Fulgur. Do your job." I said lifting the head of my cane and putting it against the crystal. The almost invisible glow of the handle metal intensified and light blue electricity jumped from the cane's head and into the power crystal. Suddenly the entire crystals color change to royal blue and sparks of blue electricity danced along the outside of the crystal.
With a satisfied smile I left the power room and coming to the end of Mire's speech.
"…for that is why I wish for you to please follow me to the exhibit that I have lent to the museum temporarily." He said stepping down from the podium and walking to the exhibits. As the party goers started to follow the greasy little man I head the main doors open. I whirled around to see what had caused it.
Well fan-fuckingtastic.
I didn't plan for this.
…
Caitlyn
Walking into the museum I could feel a few pairs of eyes completely focused on me. The first pair belonged to the wretch, Mr. Mire. Currently being investigated for fraud, kidnapping, extortion, murder and currently theft. His exhibit, the Infitium Generator was supposedly being designed by Orianna's father before his daughter's death. Then one day he noticed that his blueprints and a few essential parts one went missing. Suddenly this filth just so happens to have the completed device and claims it as his own. Well this may just be his down fall if I have any say about it.
It's then I notice that he isn't the only one staring. To my left is a well-dressed man with a cane.
He looks as clean stands straight like any of the social elite here. Yet his athletic physique shows that he is used to physical labor and that completely sets him apart from all the rich tycoons here. And he doesn't look like he belongs to any of the other city states. If he's new to these events then he might just be staring out my top hat. It's certainly unique enough to warrant attention. Yet the way he's staring suggests he worr-
"Good evening Sheriff. So glad to see you here."
Breaking my train of thought I look back to where the voice came from.
"Ah Mr. Mire, the man of the hour. You must be so proud of your accomplishment." I said with a voice full of sarcasm.
"Well Miss Caitlyn, can I call you Cait?" He said with that ugly smile of his.
"No."
"Well then Sheriff I'm glad you could witness the unveiling. Too bad your partner couldn't be here. Wasting her time trying to find the little psycho? Maybe getting some more excessive force complaints? Hmm."
"I really want to punch his face in." A voice said in my ear belonging to an aggravated Vi.
"She's around and I hope to enjoy tonight very much." I replied with a small smile.
With that I walked away with the rest of the guests towards the exhibits.
If things go as planned I really hope to enjoy the look on your face when I put my cuffs around your wrists.
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Corvin
What is she doing here! The police were supposed to arrive after the job was done not before! She saw me starring, does she know what I'm going to do? No, the way she looked at Mire was like a predator closing in for the kill. She's after him.
With that thought calming my nerves. I had to stay focused. Following along with the group into the long hallways full of exhibits. Prototypes of guns, bots, cars, and all other types of stuff people use in everyday life. There is even a prototype of the Mercury hammer… eh cannon, ah whatever it is. There in the middle of the next room under a beautiful sky light sat a metal ball the size of a basketball, decorated with lines of alternating red, blue and green light floating in place. Of course it was housed in bullet proof energy fields.
Too bad it isn't Corvin proof.
"This is ladies and gentlemen is my greatest accomplishment, the Infitium Generator." Said Mire. "This little thing may be tiny, but it's mighty. Capable to power sky scrapers for two years straight and one of my ships for 5 years. Allowing you to save thousands on replacing the regular generators and millions on hired work. Why keep employees to pay when you can have this little thing that never breaks down and doesn't need to be refueled." Finishing up with a laugh filled with arrogance.
Gritting my teeth and feeling my knuckles turn white from the death grip on my cane, I remained silent. This bastard was talking about putting thousands of people out of work and shutting down and shutting down the entire power company if he made this thing successful. He was going to make himself a monopoly.
I apparently wasn't the only one feeling this way. There were people there he looked either angered or disgusted at how non-chalant he was about it, mostly Ionians and Demacians. Other looked like they didn't care about what Mire said, including the Sheriff. Yet there was a fire in her eyes as she looked at the disgusting little man. The rest looked almost as excited as kids during Snowdown.
"This working prototype is everything my company has worked forward to and the blue prints are in the hands of my benefactors who supported me on this endeavor. We will go into mass production some at the end of the year. Until then this will remain here for the world to see what is coming." He said with a small bow.
So he's just a puppet huh. His bosses are the ones with the plans. Not unexpected, but still concerning. Still, I'm not walking away without that generator. It's still the only working one.
Walking over to one of the nearby trash cans, I casually threw away a little red crystal that I had just activated and set on a timer.
Walking back to the group I slid into the crowd. Keeping my eyes on the surrounding Hex-Bots I reached down the front of my shirt and pull up a piece of cloth. It was around my neck and hidden from sight the entire time, I pulled the black cloth over my face and just above my nose. It was as black as my hat, yet it had a white stripe running vertically up the center of the face mask.
"Show time."
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Caitlyn
Mire thinks he can get away with selling stolen property and get away with it. I don't think so. I thought stepping forward with a smile on my.
"Yes miss Caitlyn, you have something to say?" The smile never leaving his face.
"Code: DANCER."
Suddenly the generator started flashing gold and making humming noises that sounded like a song a ballerina would dance too.
Confused looks passed along the gathered crowds faces, include on Mire's own.
"That was a special code inputted by the good doctor who actually made the generator to entertain his daughter. Yet how come the generator YOU made have the same program?"
His look of confusion suddenly morphed into one of absolute rage. "I never stole anything from that bastard! Just because he built a replacement daughter who became a champion doesn't mean he can keep his stuff from the rest of us!"
Not saying a thing I reached up and put a finger to the hidden communicator in my ear. "That odd isn't Vi. I never mentioned it was Orianna's father was the one who built it."
"Yeah, I think he fucked himself and gave a confession. I'll be there in a few Cupcake."
Mire the entire time seemed to boil with rage, only now there was fear in his expression as well.
Reaching behind me I withdrew my cuffs and grabbed his wrists and shoving them behind his back. With a snap the cuffs locked his arms in place.
"You bitch! Bots help me!" He yelled in protest.
Suddenly the lights on the Hex-Bots turned red. Looking around at the bots and the panicking guests, my eyes the man from earlier. However his face was cover by a white and black cloth.
That's when a torrent of flame exploded from behind him.
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Corvin
Just as planned, the flames erupted from behind me and getting everyone attention. Everyone was panicking except for the sheriff, the bots and surprisingly Heimerdinger who had come as an invited guest. Several of the bots broke away to deal with the raging torrent of flame that used to be a trash can. Of course that was when the sprinkler systems came on.
Calmly taking a small hand held detonator out of my pocket and pressed the trigger.
The experimental Hydro Replicator I dropped in the toilets earlier activated. You see the Hydro Replicator is a device that would drastically help the water shortages for the inhabitants of the Shurima desert my literally replicating the water molecules and doubling the amount of water. It only worked on relatively low amounts of water such as a pond, oasis or in this case, a buildings water pipes.
The showers of water coming from the sprinkler systems became a torrent as the sprinkler heads broke as the new water rush out to escape the pipes.
One little downside to the Hex-Bots is they malfunction when doused with large amounts of water. Isn't that a shame.
One by one the Bots lights dimmed and fell over lifeless. Does it count as lifeless if they were never alive to begin with? Oh well.
With a quick twirl of Fulgur I let I gave my cane a mental command. Though I never saw it I knew that the power crystal I had sabotaged earlier suddenly lost all of its energy. And as the power went out so did the lights and more importantly, the force fields surrounding the generator.
The screams of panic increased further with the lack of vision while still being doused with rushing water. The light of the generator glowing in the dark show me exactly where my prize was. Faster than anyone else could the generator was under my left arm.
Holding on to the bottom of the cane in my right hand I was judging the distance between me and the skylight. With a flick of the wrist Fulgur began to separate into segments only being held together by an ethereal green thread of light. Now resembling a whip instead of cane but with a squared off hook that was the handle. (Based off the threaded cane from bloodborne)
Swing the hook towards the sky light the Fulgur seemed to extend even more. The handle broke through the window and caught the edge. Before I could think, I was flying upwards towards the sky. Sailing past the edge of window, the cane head unhooked and the entire cane contracted and went back to it's original form, all in second.
Feeling my feet land firmly on the roof, I turned back to the chaos down below. The water had stopped and everyone was looking upwards at me do to the noise of the shattering glass. Somewhere miles behind me a flurry of fireworks went off and exposed my silhouette to my audience.
A little theatrics never hurt anyone.
"Thank you ladies and gentlemen for such an enjoyable evening." Giving a quick bow and added, "Oh and happy new Year!"
Quickly reaching into my pocket and throwing a slip of paper into my makeshift exit. Then finally allowing myself to slip into the dark of the New Year's night.
…
Caitlyn
Slowly getting off the water covered tiles I looked towards where the generator last was, I felt my heart stop. The precious device was gone.
"Thank you ladies and gentlemen for such an enjoyable evening."
Looking up I could make out a figure silhouetted by exploding fireworks. He held what looked like a familiar cane in his right hand and something under his left arm. The glowing lights give away what the object was.
Giving a quick bow and reaching for something in his pocket. "Oh and happy New Year!" that when something fell down into the soaked crowd.
The reaction was instantaneous. Everyone ran away from what many thought was another precursor of chaos. Whatever it was gently landed where the Infitium Generator once sat.
I just stood there shocked
He planned this. He planned for everything.
"Get off of me you bitch!"
Looking down, I found my right foot pressed into the back of Mire. His hair wet and clinging to his scalp and his clothes soaked and disheveled.
"You have the right to remain silent. Please use it." I replied with a glare.
Suddenly the lights came back on and the running of feet could be heard behind me. Turning around I came face to face with my brute of a partner.
Giving a low whistle, "Damn cupcake, what did you do?"
"An uninvited guest crashed the party and took the generator."
During our little conversation, police officers made their way to the partygoers and check to see if they were all right. Two mare came in, lifted Mire to his feet and dragged him away towards the front of the museum where a police care would be waiting to take him.
Yeah, I noticed. Completely fried the power, lucky I was able to find the back up. Sooooo, what now." Looking at me expectantly.
"Well we deal with Mire, then we figure out how the thief did all this. He orchestrated the heist almost perfectly. He did however dropped some thing over her_" Suddenly finding myself unable to speak. Just staring at what lay innocently on the floor.
It was him It. Was. HIM.
The object of question was a black card, no bigger than the kind a playing card. What stood out however was an ornate gold C.
And that's how our story begins. Let me let you guys in on something. Didn't plan the card thing. Here I am writing a story where my character is a thief, who has a history with the sheriff, and I had already picked his name. Then to make sure I get all I can on Caitlyn I look at her lore. And I was like 'HOLY SHIT! THAT MATCHES CORVIN! THIS IS DESTINY!'.
So yeah, please review and tell me stuff.
See ya next time.
