Ezreal's frustrations would not get the better of him, he was young, impulsive, but he was not entirely without wisdom. It was always proclaimed from a young age that Ezreal would be one of Piltover's brightest sons. Shortly after becoming a ward of the state, the young boy would find that he had to grow up, far too fast for one so small. His last remaining relative, a rambling old scientist by the name of Doctor Lyte, was far too busy with the ancient encryptions and runic patterns of the North to raise a child, much less his brother's son. Having all the benefits and privileges of an orphanage, he would quickly come to realize that one's own failure to tolerate their surroundings would soon leave them consumed by it.

His gloved hand hummed with arcana as he brought his palm to his forehead, pushing back his hair atop his goggles, the last keepsake of his father. Sighing, he looked down, feeling the cold of the stone floor as he sat upon it.

"WELL."

"Well what?"

The explorer would snap, at the robot. His hand fell back to place as he rested his forearms upon his knees. Looking at the golem, he would cock an eyebrow, his hands once knit together, opening thumbs pointed towards the other as if in accusation.

"Isn't this the part where you… I dunno match us up?"

"THE. ALGORITHIM. REQUIRES. DATA. TO BE. INPUTTED. I. CAN. NOT. WORK. WITH. SUCH. POOR. CONDITIONS."

"Yeah like what?"

"I. WILL. NEED. THE. OTHER. CLIENT."

"What?! No! What part of confidential did you not understand?!"

"THEN. AN. ACCURATE. RETELLING. OF. YOUR EN. COUNT. ER. WITH. HER. WILL. SUFFICE."

Blitzcrank would tilt forward, his servos and gears clanking him down forward and locking him into place, head cocked to the side as if once again, taunting Ezreal. Instantly, the Explorer's brows knit close together, scrunching his nose as he frowned pointedly at the other.

The two champions stared in silence, Blitzcrank in patience, Ezreal in incredulous bafflement. Did Blitz really expect Ezreal to tell his side so easily? As if he could just blurt it out. Yet, it wasn't too farfetched, after all, he was a robot. Ezreal mentally scolded himself for forgetting. Allowing his legs to fall into a crossed position he slouched over, again exhaling in defeat. Elbows to knees, he began to recount his story.

"It was… just a couple weeks ago…"

"Welcome, to Summoner's Rift,"

An omnipotent voice of the High Summoner chimed as pillars of crystalline blue magiks shot from the sky and onto the platforms. The feeling of teleportation was nothing new to Ezreal, though nor was it for any other Champion. As Ezreal's consciousness began to stabilize, he would find himself upon the platform. His shawl billowed as the gusts of wind from the summonings would begin to subside. His fists would clench and unclench as he surveyed the surroundings. Malphite, Skarner, Galio, all of them rather close compatriots of the Prodigal Explorer's. He waved at each one, smiling, a rare feature seldom seen by most. Ezreal found it easier to take confidence in the friendship of animated rocks more than he did others. People were idiots compared to him, everyone was an idiot adult who thought they knew what was best. He hated them. Walking over towards the stone giant, Ezreal would pat his hand on the other's back.

"Hey, Malphite, glad you're on my side this time."

"Don't get too comfortable, young one… I can already feel the Summoners bicker amongst themselves. I urge caution."

"Jeez… Well… Anyways, where's our fifth?"

"You mean you didn't see her?" interjected the crystalline brackern.

"Whoa, Skarner, easy there y'almost gave me a heart attack. Seriously. Back up, man."

"Perhaps she is behind Galio." The Monolith Shard would surmise, while storing his items.

Before Ezreal could speak further, a gust of wind came from descending stone wings, the flapping began to buffet the three, the marksmen being the only one effected by it as he stumbled backwards. Galio would come to land in front of the trio with a thud, his hands anchoring him to the ground as he whispered towards him.

"She's rather new, I suggest… easing… her into the mind meld process. Just for good measure."

"New? Waait, this is the chick everyone's talkin' 'bout? The Light mage from your place?"

"Well! Not, precisely! I'm just an ordinary mage…!"

Her voice was a high chirp in the sea of baritone voices, so much so that Ezreal jumped when he heard it. Golden locks popped from behind the gargoyle's arm as slender gloved digits gently gripped the stone she hid behind. Her eyes a glowering blue and the rest of her face concealed by her cover. It were as if she were a small child, hiding behind the skirt of their mother. Biting her lower lip, she would quickly step into complete sight. There was an aura about her, light seemed to refract itself around her bouncing and casting a perfect glow upon her skin until it shined like her armor. Baton behind her form, she would go to twist a lock of her hair, tilting her head demurely as she smiled.

"I'm Lux! Well, Uhm, Luxanna Crownguard, but you can just call me Lux! I mean, that's what everyone calls me. I'm preeeety sure you can use my whole name but, gee I'd think you were just mad at me every time you call! You have noooo idea."

Tucking a renegade strand of hair behind her ear, she would turn to look at each of her teammates, taking note of their completely featureless faces, one by one until she reached Ezreal. Blinking, she smiled, plush lips tucking tightly as she gave the pretense of thought. Stepping forward she would dip slightly towards the Explorer.

"I'm guessing you're Ezreal! Right? My summoner thought it would be a smart move to utilize my spells for the bottom most lane in accordance with yours! So… I suppose that means we're partners!"

Ezreal took a step back as his mouth was left agape. Either in awe or sheer horror, he was not completely certain. Words would not escape his mouth, only the agitated twitching and choked sounds of Ezreal holding his tongue bore any insight into Ezreal's probable inner tirade. Lux would only frown slightly. A slight low semblance of a snicker would escape Skarner as he scuttled past.

"Well, good luck Ezreal."

His hollow skittering would follow by tremendous footsteps, Malphite would look down at the boy, who in turn would mouth the words; 'Lane swap.' The noise that would come from the golem could only be described as two round rocks scraping together. A hand came to ruffle the boys hair, which felt more like rubbing one's scalp against asphalt.

"Don't die too much. Gruhuhu…"

Finally, the wings of the turquoise Guardian would flap slowly by before a soulless head would turn to the now petrified blonde.

"Just so you know. I wouldn't even think about it. She's Garen's sister."

A loud groan would echo throughout the entirety of the Rift as Galio bumbled away.