His second match.
-and it was a fucking nightmare.
Gill screamed in frustration as he smacked himself in the head repeatedly. He grunted as he remembered the catastrofic event.
Gill was summoned for another Summoners Rift game, his stupid summoner decided that it was a good idea to put him in support, at least he was calling the shots, but it's hard to work with no damage items and no minion farm.
"Gill, another ward over in their tribush, please." His carry called out.
"Yes, my queen." Gill spoke out in a zombified voice. He was supporting Caitlyn, the sheriff of Piltover. Laning with her wasn't so bad, it was just slow, and very, very boring. They were laning against Vi and Miss fortune, a pirate hunter that was very well endowed in certain areas. Caitlyn told him that Vi wasn't actually a support, and that made two of them. They both recalled to buy stuff, and Caitlyn and Gill returned first, but at the end of the day, their lane wasn't the problem.
"An ally has been slain." Again. His team's mid laner. A fallen angel by the name of Morgana, Morgana was losing horribly. That was the 6th time she's been killed already. She didn't even return the favor, nope, she just got killed.
"An ally has been slain." -and killed again. Gill was really getting sick of this, he needed to help this poor girl out, nobody deserves to be killed that many times in a row.
"Cait, I'm going to go help out in mid." Gill told her.
"I wouldn't do that for two reasons." Caitlyn explained. "One, mid's been snowballed at this point, you'll just be another kill. Two, I still need you here to support me." Gill visibly shrugged. The carry is always right. "Now, go ward that bush by the river there." Gill did as he was told, as the placed the ward in the bush. He noticed someone in the bush with him. A golden knight, and he was staring RIGHT AT HIM. "Run like hell!" Caitlyn screamed at him. Gill jumped back while shooting the knight with his submachine guns. He turned around and sprinted to his jungle, when it was safe, he recalled back to base, hopefully so he could meet up with some members of his team. To his luck they were all at the recall platform.
"Hey, guys. I think we should all get together and help out mid lane." Gill suggested calmly. These people were certainly not as nice as the team he had before.
"I don't need your help!" His mid laner, Morgana cried out.
"Your kill death ratio says otherwise." His top laner, Riven replied calmly.
"Regardless of what you think, that's the best course of action right now." His jungler, Udyr snapped at Morgana.
"Alright then." Gill got the whole team's attention. Draven isn't too big of a deal, Cait managed to kill him a few times. Let's see if we cant take care of Morgana's problem." They all nodded in agreement as they left the base and made their way to mid lane. They found four members of the enemy team there, at the sight of Gill's team, they all scattered away. "That was easy." Gill sighed, this was a trap. Thanks to his experience as a merc, he knew it was a trap, he could feel it in his bones. Gill noticed something gold out of the corner of his eye. He quickly turned around, but it was too late.
"An ally has been slain." That was death number eight for poor poor Morgana. Gill raised his pistol to Morgana's killer. The golden knight with angel wings very different than the decayed purple ones that Morgana had. The knight was gripping the bastard sword in his hand very tightly.
"She fed Kayle?" Riven grunted. "Shit." She whispered under her breath. The knight quickly jumped into action and attacked the entire group, he didn't get far, as Udyr quickly stunned him. Gill and Caitlyn unloaded all that they had into the knight while Udyr and Riven attacked him with everything they had. The knight quickly slashed Udyr across the chest and punched him in the face. As Udyr moved in to stun him again, The knight IMPALED him with his sword. He shoved Riven away as he went to go get his sword out from Udyr's chest. Gill waited for his chance, the knight just had to move his head a little bit more to the left and-
Now was his chance! Gill quickly took out his shotgun and aimed it at the angel knight's head. The shotgun pellets hit the knight's full face helmet with a clang. The impact from the blast twisted the knights helmet and his head in a awkward position as he fell down. But not even that worked, as the knight quickly rolled with the impact and rose up to his feet. Riven used a ki wave to stun him as they retreated to dragon, the knight was quickly on their tail. They weren't going to escape, as the knight was now using those wings to fly towards them. Riven tried to fight the knight, but she was quickly knocked down to the floor. The knight tried kick Riven, but his helmet was twisted sideways, thank's to Gill shot, it was comedic, really. Evantually, the Knight's foot hit his mark as Riven was launched into the air. The Knight launched a blood red fireball at Riven's airbourne body, blowing her up like she was fireworks.
"Enemy triple kill!" Gill really wanted to shoot that announcer right about now. He took a deep breath as he calmly assesed the situation. Okay, his mid laner fed this knight, and the two beefest fighters on his team were just run through like they were butter, all that remained was the squishy sniper of an AD carry and him, who was her attempt at support, but the good news was that they were ranged, and the knight wasn't, not at the level that Cait and Gill were, at least. The knight grunted in frustration as he tried to pry the helmet off. The grunt sounded oddly- feminine?
"Oh wow..." Gill gaped in shock. It turns out that he wasn't a he after all. The knight turned out to be a woman. With her blonde hair and her green eyes, she looked angelic in a way, or she would have. Having the woman's helmet twist at such an angle seemed to have broken her nose badly. It was twisted off to the side, blood was pouring out and was dirtying her armor and hair. Gill couldn't help but feel guilty that he marred her in such a way. Gill's guilt didn't last long, as the woman was then surrounded by golden light as she took her hand and snapped her nose back into place with an audible pop. Within seconds, even the blood was gone, and the woman returned to her flawless self. Without warning, those green eyes turned to fire as the woman started slashing her bastard sword madly at Caitlyn's direction.
"Enemy quadra kill!" Gill turned to Caitlyn. Gill was met with the sight of a pile of mangled flesh with a familiar blue hat on top of it.
Gill gulped. He had no fighting items. Still, as a mercenary, he had to adapt. Even this goddess of blood and death had of have a weakness, Gill just had to keep thinking and form a plan to take her out. So that's what Gill did, he readied his pistol behind his back as he tried to think.
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Screw it, he had nothing. Gill fired a few warning shots at the woman as he turned at ran as fast as he could to his base. Instead of running in the lane, he decided to run through the Jungle. Gill turned slightly to fire a few more shots at the woman. As Gill continued to run, he felt a searing pain in his leg. Evantually, the pain was too much to bear, as Gill toppled over and landed on the ground. In his last moments, he took off his helmet and crawled of to a nearby wall. The woman stood infront of him, once again, seeing such a woman towering over him made Gill think that the woman was some sort of deity.
"Are we done running?" The woman asked him in a regal voice.
"I'd say so." Gill chuckled to himself. "Hey, out of curiosity, let me ask. Are you some sort of angel?"
"You could say that." The woman replied calmly.
"I see. Then I have one more thing to ask you." Gill never took his eyes off of her as he prepared his last defense. "Show some mercy towards a pretty face?" Gill asked with the cheekiest grin he could muster.
"No." That was expected. The last thing Gill noticed was the tip of the bastard sword fly towards his face.
"PENTAKILL!" Oh, so that's what Ezreal meant by Pentakill.
-and that's how it happened. That's the exact reason that Gill was at the bar sitting with the woman he had to support. The bartender walked over to him, it was Graves. Gill looked around the bar for anyone who would recognize him. Upon finding no one, he slowly took of his helmet and nodded to Graves. "What'll you two have today?"
"I'll have a Piltovian headshot." Caitlyn sighed as she requested a drink that Gill assumed was named after her. Gill, on the other hand, wasn't in the mood for anything smooth.
"You guys have any Bilgewater mooshine hanging around?" Gill looked at Graves dead in the eye as he said it. Graves outright cringed at Gill's request. Although Gill didn't really drink much, he had a drink that always took care of him whenever he had a rough day on the job. He discovered it after he had just barely escaped from a contract that went south real fast. Some mercs have women to go to, some mercs just murder aimlessly, when Gill had a problem, he gulped down a bit of moonshine and moved on to the next contract. He didn't drink often, but when he did, it was always because of a really bad contract or turn of events, like the match he just had.
"Seriously?" Graves asked in shook. "I've seen rat poison with less chemicals than that."
"Oh, I'm dead fucking serious." Gill leaned over the table slightly and glared at Graves to prove his point.
"Second match was that bad, huh?" Graves shook his head as he got both of them their drinks and walked away. Gill took a look at his drink. Graves gave him a tiny amount to drink, a little less than a fourth of the glass. Gill didn't really mind, he usually didn't drink that much anyway, not if he wanted to wake up the next morning.
"Now then, Gill." Caitlyn looked over to him. "Do you remember what you learned today."
"Stop the snowballing before it happens." Gill stated, Caitlyn gave him a smile as she nodded to him. "Also, for allegedly being the good angel, Kayle is capable of unspeakable cruelty."
"That sounds about right." Caitlyn nodded as she took a sip of her drink.
"So, what was that drink called? Piltovian headshot? What's in it?" Gill glanced over to Caitlyn. Caitlyn gave her drink a little swirl before turning to Gill.
"Noxian spiced rum, grapefruit juice, and tabasco sauce." She explained. "It's for when I have a bad day and I want to put my mouth through hell. I've been making it for myself for years, it wasn't until I entered the league did it get a name. "
"I see." Gill snickered quietly. "But, if you don't mind me asking, why are you taking this so badly? You've been in the league far longer than I have. I would assume you're better equipped to deal with losses as bad as this?" Caitlyn rested her head in her hands in shame.
"You're right. Normally, I would be, but before this match started, I did something terrible."
"Something terrible? What would that be?" Their conversation was interrupted by the doors of the bar opening with a loud slam. A pink haired woman was leaning against the door frame.
"OH HONEY! I'M HOOOOOMMME~~." She shouted, getting the entire bar's attention. "I really hope you didn't forget out agreement, cupcake!" Gill glanced back at Caitlyn, who was now letting out moans of despair as she continued to bury her face in her hands. "Now come, Cupcake. I'm hungry for some nachos and I need my new personal slave to cook them for me."
"Why did I make a bet with Vi?" Caitlyn slowly lifted her head in shame. "Vi, I promise I will do everything you say tomorrow, I will wear all of your stupid outfits and everything tomorrow, please just let me prepare myself mentally for one day?"
"Woah!" Vi put her hand on Caitlyn's shoulder. "Don't you dare knock on the company uniform, Cupcake. Oooh. Piltovian headshot, don't mind if I do." Vi grabbed Caitlyn's drink and chugged it down in one shot. This woman was a real piece of work. After a fit of drunken laughter from Vi, she turned and noticed Gill glaring at her. "What are you looking at? Shouldn't you be walking around in the Shadow Isles somewhere, ghostface?" Vi shot at him. Gill stared at her, mouth agape. This woman did not just make fun of how pale he was.
"You..." Gill's eyebrow twitched. "You're no better looking than me. I'd like to see you walk around in my suit for days at a time and see the wonders it does for your skin tone." Gill shot back at her. "As for why I was staring, I was just wondering what was more unfortunate, the fact that somebody actually named you Vi, or the fact that you're so dumb that you had to write it on your face." Gill said calmly. Vi sneered at him before letting out a laugh.
"Yeah, I guess there are much better names than Vi out there, but hey, it could always be worse."
"How?"
"I could've been named Gill." Vi replied proudly. Gill visibly deflated at her quick comeback. Even Caitlyn let out a laugh at him.
"Touche." Gill turned back to his drink in shame. He can't even win a verbal battle today. "Well played, punchy, well played." Gill smirked to himself.
"Thank you, my good man." Vi replied happily. "Now then, Cait. You have a hot date with the nachos you're going to make."
"Seriously? You just want me to make you nachos? That's all?" Vi let out a laugh.
"Of course not, you're going to be putting them in my mouth while I watch TV." She nodded to herself. Caitlyn gave Gill a look of sadness. Vi quickly noticed this and instantly took on a more somber expression. "Look... Cait..."
"Yes Vi?"
"I just wanted to say... YOU FORGOT YOUR HAT!" Vi grinned evily as she tore off Caitlyn's hat and replaced it was an oversized chef's hat. This woman's cruelty knows no bounds. Vi gave Gill a small grin as she pulled Caitlyn out the door. Graves approached Gill with a whistle.
"Those two. I swear them two are both best friends and worst enemies all the time." Graves let out a chuckle as he put away Caitlyn's glass. Gill rolled his eyes as he took a sip of his moonshine. He couldn't help but cringe as the burning liquid went down his throat. "Bilgewater moonshine... If you want, I could sit here and help you think of nicer ways to kill yourself." Gill gave him a smile as he downed his drink. He could feel his entire body go numb as he finished it.
"It just helps me sleep at night after a hard day." Gill explained.
"Hmm." Graves raised an eyebrow. "You can really handle your booze, you know that? I'm suprised, I had you pegged for a lightweight the second you took that mask off."
"What? I'm not a lightweight, I'm a merc, drinking like this is practically in the job description. Why did you think I was a lightweight?"
"It's because you don't have a scruff." Graves said bluntly. "What kind of a merc doesn't have a scruff?"
"Me." Gill said angrily. Again with the beard. "Anyway. I'm gonna crash in my room for the night." Gill handed Graves the money for both nights before putting his mask back on and making his way to his room. As he stepped outside the bar. He took a deep breath as he let the moonlight wash over him, he always felt relaxed in the night, it came from his days as a theif, he could always relax more in the night because he didn't have to work as hard to get away. After collecting himself, he took a look around.
"Hey, Gill!" He heard someone call out to him. Gill raised an eyebrow as he turned to the source of the voice. It was Lux. She gave him a smile as she ran towards him. Gill unconsciously tapped his helmet to make sure he was wearing it properly, mainly so Lux doesn't figure him out. "Can you come with me for a moment?" She didn't wait for an answer as she grabbed his arm and dragged him to a nearby alleyway. As they entered the alleyway, Lux shoved Gill against the wall roughly and quickly leaned against him so he wouldn't move.
"What is this?" Gill asked, still surprised at the sudden turn of events. Lux replied by putting her hands on either side of him.
"I figured you out." Lux smiled as she moved her face close to his mask. Her nose was touching his mask as she seemingly attempted to see through his eye lenses. Gill started to break out in a cold sweat.
"Uh huh." Gill nodded awkwardly as he attempted to move away. Lux quickly pushed him against the wall with one of her free arms before continuing to put her body against him. "What is this?" He raised an eyebrow. He didn't know what to expect from the blonde Demacian, even back when he had a thing for her, he didn't know much about her. He wriggled slightly, the clever girl moved her legs to press his hands against the wall. With his hands at his sides, and Lux's weight against him, Gill was put in a very difficult position. It's wasn't that he couldn't move, but with her body like this, it would take a bit of power to force his way out of this. As weird as this was, he didn't feel a need to break out, and he certainly didn't want to hurt her. Gill figured that everything would be fine if he just sat still for moment and did anything she told him to do.
"Take your mask off." Except that. Gill quickly shook his head at Lux's request.
"I can't do that, Miss Luxanna." He denied as politely as he could. He really didn't want to cause a scene with this woman, even though this already looks bad to any outsiders. Luxanna was with him in an alleyway with her body pushed against him. Gill cursed inwardly, this really couldn't look any worse than it already did. "Would you please stop leaning on me?"
"Amazing, I would've thought you'd be enjoying this." She said in wonder. "Then again, it has been a long time." She lifted herself off of him. "Don't play dumb Gill, Short for Gilligan Arkady III." His eyes widened, this isn't happening... His cover... "The same Gilligan Arkady III that used to live with his sickly mother on Taggart and Stone." He gulped. "The exact same Gilligan Arkady III that was being told off by the police chief in the 13th precinct when I first met him. The exact same Gilligan Arkady III that would hit on me at least 6 times a year until my brother kicked him out of Demacia." He couldn't believe what he was hearing. His cover, his attempts to hide his identity, and they were just broken down in an instant. Gill felt pathetic. "Now then, I'll ask you again, take your mask off." Gill sighed. This woman wasn't going to give up. Defeated, Gill depressurized his mask and slowly took it off. He noticed Lux's eyes widen slightly at the sight of him. Gill wasn't surprised at her reaction. The last time Lux saw him, he was actually tanned, he didn't have a scar around his right eye. His hair was also grown out and slicked back. Yep, back then, Gill looked like your average sleazebag.
"What? You said it yourself, it's been a long time." Gill stated playfully. "You didn't think that being a mercenary was going to make me look better, did you?"
"Well, no..." Lux pondered for a moment. "It did make you much more pleasant to talk to, however." She smiled slightly as stepped out of the alleyway. "So, how have you been, Gill?"
"I've been fine, I guess." Gill scratched his head with his free hand. "So, how did you know who I was?" Gill raised an eyebrow to her. He made sure never to talk about his past life around her or any of the Demacians.
"I remembered your voice." She smiled at him. "Even with the mask on, I still recognized your voice. I simply put two and two together after that." Gill was suprised, not that he let it show on his face or anything. This girl hated his guts and still remembered his voice. He was flattered.
"Does your brother-"
"No, he doesn't know." Lux assured him. "I didn't feel like telling him, and considering that you haven't really done anything wrong. I didn't really feel the need to tell him."
"Well, you have my utmost gratitude." Gill nodded his head in appreciation. "I'm also thankful that you didn't run away the second I took my mask off." Gill smiled slightly, remember Katarina from yesterday. "Anyway, how long did you know?"
"Right when we hired you." Wow, that means she knew who he was at least a week before he joined the league. "I'm pretty clever when I need to be." She said triumphantly.
"Why bring this up to me now? If you've known for so long..."
"Well, I was sent here." She explained. "and that summoner wanted to talk to you."
"Summoner? You mean Vextraillus?" Gill raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, him. He wants to talk to you." Lux rolled her eyes.
"Where is he?" Gill asked. Lux wordlessly pointed to a balcony across from them. Sure enough, Vextraillus was leaning against the balcony. Upon noticing them, Vextraillus waved at them both. "Alright, I'll go talk to him." He turned at walked at way. Gill abruptly turned back to Lux, he needed to ask her something. "Hey Lux." She tilted her head slightly. "We're... Uh... Okay right? We don't have any more problems with each other, right?" Lux giggled at him.
"Sure." She smiled brightly. "I understand what you needed to do, and you just hit on me a few times. Granted, your pick up lines were pretty bad, but I kind of liked the attention. What's done is done." Gill gave her a nod as he made his way to the balcony where Vextraillus was standing. He opened a creaky wooden door right below the balcony, revealing stone steps going upwards. Gill quickly climbed them and made his way to the balcony.
"Good evening to you, merc." Vextraillus turned and gave him a smile before turning his head away again. Gill moved beside him and took in the sight. Looking down at the little street was quite soothing, really. The night always made Gill relax. Gill glanced at Vextraillus, he looked quite different than when he introduced him. He was only wearing the bottom part of his summoners robes, the top part was pooled around his legs, leaving only a wife beater, showing off his physique . He was wearing black cargo pants and boots under his robes. Without the top part of his robes, Gill noticed that had the look of a hardened veteran. He looked old, maybe in his late 50's. Gill took a long look at the various scars he had on his arms. When someone had that many scars, you could probably bet on him having a few decent stories to tell. "You liking it in the league so far?" Vextraillus asked him, snapping him out of his little trance.
"It's nice. I could get used to this place." Vextraillus let out a chuckle. Gill turned to him.
"Let me tell you a little secret about me." Vextraillus turned to Gill with a grin. "I hate this place." He said bluntly as he ruffled his once black hair, it was mostly grey now, only tiny spots of black remained. "I really hate this place."
"Why?" Gill felt compelled to ask.
"Too many reasons, this is my father's dream, not mine." Gill raised an eyebrow. "My father was one of the founders of the league. He was one of the pioneers of this place, he helped lay down the 'groundwork' in a sense, taught people the necromancy to run a place like this." Gill let out a whistle. The practice of necromancy was frowned upon, if not outright outlawed by the general public.
"Your dad was a necromancer?" Vextraillus laughed wholeheartedly.
"You kidding me? We all are, the only difference is that we do it legally by calling ourselves summoners. Come on, how else do you think you're able to respawn every single time you die?"
"I see, that makes sense." He nodded.
"Yeah, that's why I left my dad the first chance I had. I left home and became a mercenary, decided to leave my dad alone with his legacy." Gill was suprised at this, it would explain the scars on his arms.
"You used to be a merc?"
"Yeah. I was a merc for 24 years. I retired around 7 years ago." Vextraillus explained.
"Why'd you quit?"
"You kidding?" Vextraillus scoffed. "Look at me. I'm an old man." He chuckled rather darkly. "I had a good run, I figured it was better to quit while I still had all of my body parts." He joked, they both shared a laugh. "So, where did you get the suit?" He motioned towards Gill's suit.
"This? I found it in a forest, just outside of Noxus. It was a pretty lucky find, huh?" Vextraillus nodded as he pulled out a cigar and stuck it in his mouth.
"You want one?" He pulled out another cigar and looked at Gill. "As a merc, you have to appreacate the good craftsmanship of a Noxian cigar." Gill thought it over for a moment before accepting the cigar. Now that he was technically a champion of Demacia, getting his hands on a Noxian cigar was going to be hard. Gill figured that he might as well live it up while he still had the chance. Vextraillus lit his own cigar before tossing Gill the lighter. It was of simple design, a silver lighter with a black rose on it. Gill lit his cigar and tossed Vextraillus back the lighter.
"Nice lighter, where did you get it?"
"It was from an old colleague of mine, I did a few contracts for him back when I was still in the game." He took a drag from his cigar before letting out a deep breath. Gill did the same. Besides the tobacco, the cigar had a bit of an earthy flavor, Gill could even taste a tiny hint of dark chocolate. Man, Noxians made some good cigars. Gill felt bad for the Demacians. They will go their entire lives without ever having one of these. "Hey, let me ask you ask you a question." Vextraillus turned to him. "What do you call yourself?" Gill raised an eyebrow.
"Huh? What do you mean, My name is Gill." Gill stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, as far as he was concerned, it was.
"No. That's not what I'm talking about, I'm talking your full name, like, your family one." Vextraillus explained.
"Oh." Gill nodded in affirmation. "Alright then, my full name is Gilligan Arkady the Third. I would very much prefer it if you just called me Gill." Gill heard nothing. Curiously, he turned to Vextraillus. Vextraillus was staring at him, mouth completely agape, Gill found it funny that his cigar was somehow still in place.
"What. The. Fuck." He shook his head in disbelief. "What the fuck are the odds of that?" He took another drag of his cigar, he was still wearing that shocked expression as he looked down at the champions retiring for the night. After a minute like that, he turned back to Gill. "You said Arkady, right?"
"Yeah."
"I thought so." He replied, his disbelief seemingly gone. "I was suprised because I knew a man named Arkady." Now it was Gill's turn to be suprised, Vextraillus might know something about his father.
"Do you know my dad?" Gill asked tentatively.
"I knew him. I also watched his excecution." Gill raised an eyebrow as he took a drag of his cigar. "You don't know?" Vextraillus asked, concerned. Gill simply shook his head. "I'm sorry to tell you this, then. Your father beat a noble's son to death." Gill jaw went slack. "Yeah. He was sentenced to a private execution, witnessed only by the royal family, and the people close to him."
"So, how did you know him?" Vextraillus gave him a smile.
"I met him on the job. I was hired to intimidate a guy that owed a noble some money. When I went to collect, I told him that it was nothing personal and then we started to fight, we must've fought for an hour. Then, when we were both tired as hell, you what he said?" Vextraillus grinned as he fondly remembered the event. "He smiled and told me 'I'd hate to see what would happen if this was personal.'" Vextraillus laughed. "We just stopped what we were doing and started laughing. Next thing we knew, we became friends. I paid the noble the money your father owed, took it out of my own pocket, figured it was the least I could do for such a character." Gill took a moment to process this information. His dad was in trouble with Demacian nobles. Gill shrugged, he was going to have to look into this in his spare time.
"So." He glanced at Vextraillus. "I hope you don't mind me saying so, but you're really different than when we first met." Vextraillus let out another laugh.
"Of course I am." He said while chuckling. "I don't have to kiss ass when I'm not working. The league stresses that I be as polite as possible during business hours. Now that I'm off the clock, I don't need to watch what I say or do." The door behind them opened. Both Gill and Vextraillus turned around to find Draven.
"Oh?" Draven stared at Gill. Gill cursed his misfortune inwardly. It looks like Draven recognized him, what a great time to be seen without his mask. "Well if it isn't the runner? Darius and Katarina would love to find out who just rolled into town." Gill rolled his eyes as he turned back to Vextraillus, who was staring at Gill curiously. "Hey!" Draven yelled in annoyance. "Don't you dare turn your head from the sight of Draven, old man. I-"
"Shut up, Junior. The grown ups are speaking." Gill snickered at his comment.
"Draven is no junior." Draven shot back, obviously offended.
"Draven is a junior and will continue to be called such until he learns to stop speaking in third person, capiche?" Vextraillus shot back at him. "Now then, you know I only talk business with Darius and Jericho, you might just let it slip while screwing some floozy." Draven growled. "Don't look at me like that, how do you think the grand general will react if he found out that you were bothering me? Now then, is Jericho coming?" Draven gritted his teeth as he nodded. "Good." He turned back to Gill. "Sorry man, I have some business to take care of. Unfortunately, I have to ask you to leave us."
"Alright then. I'll see you around, Vex." Vextraillus smiled at the nickname.
"Yeah, I'll see you around, Gill." Gill turned and lightly jogged back to his room. He entered his room and stripped off his suit. He put his mask on his night table before getting on his bed and falling into a deep sleep.
Tap tap tap. Gill woke up to a strange noise. It sounded like someone's footsteps. They were hitting the ground very softly, as if whoever was walking was trying to stay quiet. Judging from how softly they were heard, Gill assumed they belonged to either a woman or an assassin.
Tap tap tap. The footsteps getting louder. Gill noticed that the footsteps were coming from inside his room. Now Gill was nervous. As he said earlier, the footsteps either belonged to an assassin or a woman, and Gill didn't know many women these days. Was somebody coming to assassinate him? Gill casually reached under his other pillow, where he usually found his pistol. Except, it wasn't there. He cursed inwardly, this person was smart. Suddenly, his lamp turned on with a click. He turned to see who was in his room.
"Hello." It turned out that the person in his room was both an assassin and a woman. That's double score for Gill. Now then, Gill only had one question left in his mind. What in the goddamn was Katarina doing in his room?
"Um... Hi..." They stared at each other. "Would you like to explain what you're doing here?" She looked down, obviously flustered. Even in the dim lighting, Gill could notice the blush outlining her cheeks. As much as Gill hated to admit it, it looked really cute. "So..." Gill said awkwardly, partly to try and take his mind off how cute Katarina looked.
"Wait! I'm gonna explain!" She broke eye contact with him again. Whatever this was, it must be really hard for her to spit it out. She took a deep breath. "I need you." Now it was Gill's turn to be flustered.
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa!" Gill jumped out of his bed, he didn't even care that he was only wearing a shirt and boxers. "You WHAT?" Gill yelled as loud as he could while whispering. Katarina's blush turned on a deep shade of crimson.
"Oh! N-no... Th-that came out wrong. I-I meant help. I need your help." Katarina's blush was about as red as her hair at this point.
"Oh... Help." Gill nodded as he sat back down on his bed. "Alright, that makes much more sense." Gill paused for a moment. "Wait, no it doesn't! What the hell makes you think that I would help you with anything? The last meeting we had didn't exactly end on the best of terms, you know."
"I know!" She shot back at him. "Do you have any idea how awkward this is for me? I have no one else to turn to, and when I think I see someone who can help me. He turns out to be a fucking idiot that hit on me in a bar 7 years ago!" She took a moment to play with a lock of her hair. "My god, I knew I should've sent Talon to do this." She mumbled.
"So wait, you actually need my help with something?" Gill asked her dumbly.
"Of course I do, why else did you think I would come here!?" She whisper yelled at him.
"Umm..." Gill glanced at the outfit she usually wore. He certainly had another idea, but he really wasn't proud of it. Katarina noticed where Gill was looking and ber blush took on a deeper shade of red as she slapped him across the face. "Ow! Why would you do that?"
"Wh-wh-why would you think of something like that!? Seriously? I would thought almost 7 years as a mercenary would've dragged your mind out of the gutter!"
"It did!" Gill defended. "But what else was I supposed to think? A woman sneaks into my room with a flustered expression in the middle of the night saying that she needs me! What else am I supposed to think, HUH?" Katarina let out a gasp.
"Y-you- why would I need youthat way?" She stammered. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you're a little out of my league." Gill's jaw dropped to the floor.
"What!?" Gill whisper yelled at her. He could not believe what he was hearing. "I'll have you know, I am so in your league. I bet we would make a great couple, I mean l-look at us! Were both pale people with scars around our eyes, our looks alone complement each other." Katarina hid her flustered face in her hands.
"Oh my god!" She moaned. "Are we seriously having this fucking conversation right now?"
"I really don't know anymore!" Gill hissed at her. They both took deep breaths. "Okay, okay. Rewind a bit, this has gotten out of hand."
"I'll say!" Katarina hissed at him.
"Okay, let's just pretend that I allowed you in for a moment, that makes things easier." Gill took another deep breath. "So, you mentioned you needed my help with something?"
"Yes I did. I came here to see if you would help me with a problem of mine." Katarina replied, the blush on her cheeks faded away slightly.
"Again, what makes you think that I'm going to risk screwing up the best paying job I've ever had so I can help you?" Gill raised an eyebrow.
"I don't know. I'm at a dead end. I don't have anyone else to ask." She looked away from him. "I don't have many people that I can trust."
"What is that supposed to mean? You can't trust your own government?" Gill asked. Katarina shook her head.
"Every since Swain came into power, my government has been in shambles. My name means little now, it's been plummeting since Swain came along."
"Alright." Gill sighed. "Tell me your problem." Katarina's eyes widened.
"You'll help me?"
"No. I will listen to what you have to say, and then I'll see if I feel like helping you."
"Okay. My father is missing." She began. "He's been missing for almost five years. I need you to help me find him." Gill let out a nod.
"Pardon my saying so, but when somebody like you father goes missing for five years, I think it's safer to assume that he's dead."
"He's not dead!" She shot back at him quickly. This took Gill by surprise. "Look, I know that he's not dead. He used to send me letters the first two years he was missing, after that, they're were little thing, notes stuff like that, but now we have nothing." She looked away for a moment. "I know he's not dead, but I just want to find him, dead or alive. Please, you have to understand that I'm at a dead end here. I asked my brother, my sister, I even have my contacts in Demacia doing what they can." Gill raised an eyebrow at this. She had contacts in Demacia? "I'm running out of options, you aren't bound by any government, and before yesterday, I thought you had no idea who I was. That aside, you're my last hope. Please. I'll pay you back anyway I can." She looked at him straight in the eyes. "Please, I'll get on my knees and beg if I have to. I've exhausted all my other options." Her look seemed genuine. Gill sighed as he shook his head. He was really going to kick himself for this later.
"There's no need. I'm not going to have you get on your knees and beg. I'll go talk to some people that I know, and I'll do what I can to help you find your father." Katarina's eyes widened as she let out a smile.
"You will? Thank you." She said calmly. "Met me at the training room. We can discuss our plan there." Gill nodded. "Now then, I'll be going now." She made her way to the door. "Remember, meet me at the training room at around 11. You'll see the AP carries training there. That's when I can let you in on what you need to know about this." She tossed him his pistol as she quietly snuck out of his room. Gill took a moment to wonder where she hid the gun.
Really, what the hell did he just get himself into?