Mordekaiser sat on a dead horse. Now, before you ask why yet another horse had entered his room, mind you that his room was cursed with the 'spawn syndrome'- at least, that's what he liked to call it. He came up with a theory that his dormitory had some sort of curse cast upon it, causing horses to spawn inside. As much as how bizarre it sounded, it was at least a half-decent explanation behind the random appearances of horses. Now, mind you, he did not kill the horse.
The horse itself just died for no reason.
It wasn't given any time to let out a cry. The horse, which had mysteriously appeared during Mordekaiser's gaming session, fell on its side the instant moment the Master of Metal found it. Not a single sign of life came from the horse afterward.
Drinking some soda on top of the huge corpse, Mordekaiser sighed. He placed the soda on the ground beneath him before getting off of the horse.
The Master of Metal picked the dead horse up before tossing it outside an open window.
He didn't want to rely on Garen, the Might of Demacia this time, so he decided to trust his outstanding intelligence. Mordekaiser scratched the back of his helmet when he heard someone scream in the Institute.
"...Well, it's better than Veiger's ultimate, I guess."
The Master of Metal comfortably sat on his sofa, playing an adventure video-game. Mashing buttons on his GameMace controller, the iron man guided his character straight towards a boiling pit of lava, killing him instantly.
"Ha ha ha..."
When the 'Game Over' screen came by, he quickly chose 'Try Again', respawning his character. Shortly after the respawn, he jumped into the lava again.
"Ha ha ha..."
Once again, he visited the 'Game Over' screen. 'Trying again', Mordekaiser continuously killed his character in the same pit of lava over and over again.
"HA HA HA HA HA! GWA HA HA HA HA HA!"
It was interesting to note his strange sense of entertainment.
Just when he was about to commit suicide yet again, he heard someone knocking on his door. Pausing the game, he sighed before sitting up from his sofa. He walked up to the door before loudly asking,
"Who's there?!"
"N-Newspaper delivery!"
"I didn't sign up for that fabricated pile of mess! Get out!"
After a few moments of silence, when no response came from the door, Mordekaiser headed back to his sofa. He then heard someone knock on it yet again, forcing him to turn back.
"Who's there?!"
"Deadpool here. So like, do you have any chimichangas-"
"You're in the wrong franchise! Get out before you obliterate the fourth wall, you imbecile!"
He stood by the door, waiting to see if anyone else would come up to knock on his door. When someone did beg to differ, Mordekaiser sighed before asking,
"Who's. There?!"
"..."
The Master of Metal stared at the door before him. When no response came, he opened the door, revealing Nidalee, the Beastial Huntress. She wore her usual outfit: two fur boots, furry straps of clothing, and a lethal looking spear tied behind her back. The woman had fierce looks, and anyone could tell at a first glance.
Mordekaiser flipped out.
In fact, he literally did flip. Performing a back flip out of pure instinct, he landed on his head, his bones letting out painful cracks. His body eventually met the ground, letting out a loud 'thud' as he fell.
"..."
"..."
The Master of Metal stood up, dusted his armor off, and looked at Nidalee as if nothing happened.
"So, what might bring you here, Beastial Huntress?"
When Nidalee first met Mordekaiser at a party, she didn't greet him in a pleasant manner; after all, he was risking someone's life at that time. This did not change the fact that everyone feared Nidalee. For some reason, wherever she walked, they would clear a path for her- except for Thresh, for he always found a way to get himself killed by her. Wherever she sat to eat, everyone would move out of the way and sit somewhere else. Whenever she made a mistake in a League match, others would blame themselves for it.
To sum things up, they weren't friends.
Mordekaiser held a wine cup, making a tiny whirlpool out of the soda poured inside of it. He then took a sip out of it. Nidalee, on the other hand, curiously looked around the deceivingly large dormitory. To her, it felt as if she were in the room of a large castle; unlike Demacia's and Noxus' castles, however, this one felt... awkward. There was a box with the large letters making out 'PAUSE' shining out of it, a sofa littered with soda cans, and a surprisingly clean floor. Everything felt out of place from each other, but the Beastial Huntress found it fitting for the already out-of-place Master of Metal.
"So basically, you're being bullied?"
Unfortunately, Mordekaiser didn't seem to fully grasp the Huntress's situation. And to make things worse, Nidalee's vocabulary was very limited- she hid this fact in the League matches through memorized quotes. She also tended to borrow specific phrases said by others for use in normal conversations, often making things awkward.
So Nidalee nodded.
"I see," said Mordekaiser, who put up a thoughtful look, "that's not nice."
Nidalee nodded again.
"Do you think you're nice?"
Nidalee nodded once again.
Mordekaiser placed his hands on his chin, attempting to think hard in order to skip any painful consequences he could face. After what seemed like a millenia, he said to the Huntress,
"I don't think you're nice."
Nidalee bared her teeth at the iron man. Mordekaiser nearly flipped out again. With his plan turning out to be an absolute failure, the Master of Metal tossed a piece of horse meat at the girl. The Beastial Huntress jumped up from her seat on the chair she was using, biting the meat with precision. When she landed, Nidalee had already finished feasting upon the meat.
"...Yep, you're definitely not nice."
The Huntress sighed before she asked, "How do I become nice?"
Mordekaiser scratched his head before shrugging. "I dunno. Surprise me."
And then a familiar voice from Shadow Isles came from the entrance,
"Hey Morde', what's going o- HOLY SH#&, IT'S NIDALEE! CALL THE COPS!"
Nidalee tossed the bone of the horse meat that was given to her at Thresh, the Chain Warden. The Warden was instantly knocked out by the sleek bone. His body proceeded to fly through an open window. Mordekaiser sighed before asking the Beastial Huntress,
"So... uh, let's think this through. You're failing pretty hard at making friends, so let me teach you how to make some. How about that?"
"...Ya."
Mordekaiser brought Nidalee into a training field designed for champions. They liked to call it the 'Training Grounds' due to its similarities with the 'Proving Grounds' in terms of structure. It wasn't as detailed and flashy like the Proving Grounds, as its surroundings only consisted of trees, grass, and plants. Due to the far distance between the Training Grounds and the Institute of War, champions were free to practice as they would for a League of Legends battle.
The magic within the Grounds prevented actual deaths from occurring. And to live up to its name, there were multiple, single-lane battlefields built closely together in the Training Grounds. Some had minion holograms simulating an actual Proving Grounds match, while the rest were completely empty.
The Master of Metal paced around a purple turret, doing his best in ignoring the annoying sunlight. If he wanted to avoid a painful death, then he would have to solve the Beastial Huntress' problem with society. Sure, he would revive if he did die, but then again, he didn't want to take any chances if it involved Nidalee in it.
"Guh, why does everything involving you turn out to be painful in many ways...?"
Nidalee sat in front of the turret Mordekaiser was nearby. She made a thoughtful look before honestly replying, "No idea."
Mordekaiser sighed.
He was the Master of Metal, once a feared lord of Shadow Isles. Everyone feared his very existence before he joined the League of Legends, which he had only done so to stick close to his colleagues. Even after joining the League, people made sure not to infuriate him, as his mysterious background caused people make assumptions of his ever-increasing power.
And here he was now, helping some wild, dumb animal girl, who had a reputation worse than his current one. Sure, his fame had fell with a mighty drop thanks to his isolation, but it was still a surprise to find someone surpass his record.
"Times sure have changed," muttered the iron man.
Meanwhile, Nidalee stared at Mordekaiser's mace, which had been placed on the floor with great care. The shiny head of the weapon piqued her interest. After she was done observing the mace, she crawled towards it. She then rolled the spiky weapon towards her. Nidalee took note of how it seemed to be cleaner than Mordekaiser's armor.
Just how much does he love this thing?
As Mordekaiser mindlessly walked around the turret, Nidalee began to play around with the mace. She lightly punched it, slightly surprised at how hard it was. The Huntress then took out her spear before jabbing it at the mace, which led to her weapon snapping into two pieces. Repeating the same method over and over again, Nidalee ended up with sixty-four pieces of one spear, all from attempting to somehow leave a dent on Mordekaiser's weapon.
Frustrated, yet fascinated, the Beastial Huntress was about to strike the weapon with her sixty-fourth piece when she found something eye-catching. Squinting to make sure she was seeing things properly, the Huntress noticed that there was a small button underneath the head of the mace. Lying down on her side, she took a closer look. Apparently, some type of steel cover had fallen off of it, which had allowed her to find it. Staring at the mysterious button, Nidalee wondered what she should do.
Without any hesitation, she smashed the button with a mighty jab of her thumb.
Suddenly, the mace began to shake violently. It made a mechanical 'whirring' noise that caught Mordekaiser's attention. Turning to face his weapon, his jaw nearly fell off of his skull.
"You NUMBSKULL! What're you doing with my mace?!"
The Master of Metal stormed over to the Beastial Huntress, his previous fear of her now completely gone. On instinct, Nidalee bared her fangs, for she was confused and scared out of her life. The iron man lunged towards the Huntress, but much to his annoyance, she jumped out of the way skillfully. He tripped, only to land on his feet after rolling over. Mordekaiser then began to charge in once more. Eyes focused on the Beastial Huntress, he attempted to predict where she would jump.
Judging by how she's trying to deceive me...
Nidalee had her body turned to her left, and knowing the cougar's habit of deceiving others with her jumps, he knew where she'd go.
Left...!
Indeed, Nidalee faked a dodge to the right before heading to her left. She was caught in the air by the Master of Metal without a chance to escape. The two rolled on the ground, with the Huntress lashing out at the iron man. After struggling in his grip, Nidalee eventually settled down. She was frightened, and she hoped that the iron man didn't have any intentions of killing her.
Fortunately enough, Mordekaiser let go of the tanned lady. Taking deep breathes, the iron man pointed at particularly nothing before he said,
"And this... is why... you don't have... any friends."
Nidalee nodded. Just when the Master of Metal thought everything had settled down, he took note of the constant whirring behind them. Eyes widening, the iron man rolled over to see what was the source of the noise.
His mace had grown powerful limbs of steel. It was encased in some sort of full-body armor with a severed waist. There were three slim spikes sticking out of the front of the torso armor, three for each shoulder piece, and three for his helmet. White, crackling energy could be seen between the separated torso and legs. The being's helmet looked like a sleeker version of Mordekaiser's, albeit with a darker eye color.
Shaking violently, the unidentified newcomer wildly flailed its arms before saying with a deep, mechanical voice,
"Alien lifeform. Must destroy."
…
Mordekaiser muttered under his breath,
"Well, this escalated quickly."
As the robot began to head towards the two, the iron man complained as he got up,
"Great, you just had to press that button! I was working on Morgenstern so that he'd help me whenever Mercedes told me to do something... and now I'm fighting Morgenstern. Do you have any idea on what you did?!"
Nidalee shook her head, bluntly stating, "That's a stupid name." Mordekaiser rolled his eyes before summoning his mace-
"...oh wait a minute."
When it- no, 'he' got close enough, Morgenstern swung a mighty fist at Nidalee. However, Mordekaiser was faster to act than his creation. With a quick swipe, he snatched away the Huntress before tossing her away to a nearby turret. Nidalee had managed to safely land on her feet, who had turned to look for the iron man. The Master of Metal chuckled, turning to face his creation.
Much to his chagrin, Morgenstern was quite fast.
The instant moment he found the second iron man, Mordekaiser felt his helmet collide with a single fist. The Master of Metal held his ground. Preventing himself from falling, he landed an uppercut on Morgenstern, who literally flew to the skies. Due to his heavy weight, however, the morning star had returned to the ground quickly. Morgenstern's impact created a crater. The crater created large, rocky walls to smash out of the ground, which blocked Mordekaiser's escape route. Raising an eyebrow, the iron man told his creation,
"Morge. Sit."
Morgenstern begged to differ.
"Alien lifeform. Must destroy. Ja. Ja. Ja. I es numero uno in all nations. Behold."
When the weapon charged at Mordekaiser once more, the Master of Metal cracked his knuckles. At point-blank range, the iron man swung his fist at his creation. His hand tore through Morgenstern's chest, destroying the main core in the process. The Morning Star flailed its arms wildly before abruptly shutting itself down.
"...well, there goes my billion gold pieces!"
After turning his weapon back to its original form, Mordekaiser, once again, stood in front of a turret. He had begun to lecture the Beastial Huntress on how to make friends. The Huntress noticed that while he was a beast of his own kind, the Master of Metal acted quite casually around her. She didn't know what 'casual' exactly meant, but she could tell that unlike the other champions, he had gotten a little used to her. Ironically, it was anger that seemed to calm him down.
"So, uh, say if someone bumped into you. What would you do?"
Nidalee put up a thoughtful look before confidently answering,
"Bump them back."
Mordekaiser whacked her head with a paper fan that came out of nowhere.
"You excuse them, imbecile."
"I do?"
"Yes," said the iron man, "you excuse them, not retaliate. That is, if you really want friends."
Nidalee flinched. Was he taunting her? She felt that the iron man actually liked the fact that he hit her whenever she got something incorrect. The Huntress understood his mood, as she had just destroyed the mechanical creation built inside his mace. Cracking her neck, she continued to hear the Master of Metal out.
"Don't take this to account in the Summoner's Rift, though. It'd be horrible to find a champion excusing his or her enemy for no reason..."
When the Huntress nodded, Mordekaiser continued,
"Now, let me tell you some people you could try getting along with first. Hmm, what was her name... ah! Sona Buvelle, the Maven of Strings. She has some beautiful strings that plays beautiful music for the beautiful me. The maven seems to have a calm and caring personality, so she's a good bet to play on."
The Master of Metal took out a small notebook that had a pen shoved between two empty pages. He then handed it to the feline, who reluctantly took it. After flipping the cover over, she plucked the pen out before writing the advice Mordekaiser had given to her.
"By the way, that notebook has the awesome lessons I just taught you at the last four pages. Just so that you won't come up to pick a fight with me."
Nidalee finished scribbling her words out before checking the mentioned pages. Indeed, Mordekaiser's teachings were written with the creepiest handwriting she had ever seen in her life.
"Next up would be... Garen, The Beefcake of Demacia. Utilizing his nobility and the things I have taught you might create a friendship between you two. Sure, Demacia wanted your forests, but I heard he's one of the few 'nature-lovers' back there, so you should try giving him a chance. Ahri is also a good choice because of her lack of hostility... though I need to warn her about that very fact..."
As the Huntress continued to scribble out messy words on her new notebook, Mordekaiser concluded,
"And finally, I find Vi to be a viable choice. I still think she has the intelligence of an uneducated yordle, but maybe you'd find something different within her."
Nidalee nodded once she had finished taking notes. Closing the book with a quiet 'fwoop', the Huntress placed the informative object in a small pouch she had with her. Mordekaiser dusted his hands, happy that he made it out alive.
"That concludes my lesson of awesomeness. You are welcome for your thanks."
Turning to leave the Training Grounds, Mordekaiser chuckled.
I did it! I didn't die, and I wasn't humiliated either! I'm so awesome! Yeah! Ha ha ha!
The Master of Metal felt extremely optimistic about himself. After all, he had just interacted with the (currently) most feared female champion and made it out with his unlife intact. The iron man felt accomplished due to the deed he had done for such a beast. And for that, he planned on celebrating by playing Pentalkill Legends for the rest of the day.
Just when he arrived near the exit, however, he felt something tug at his armor fiercely. Nearly tripping due to the abrupt action, Mordekaiser barely prevented himself from falling. He turned once more to find Nidalee, who wore an unreadable expression.
"...What is it, Huntress? Do you want a recap of the lesson? Because the entire thing is in your notebook now."
The tanned feline shook her head slowly. After staring at the ground for a long period of time, she looked up to the iron man.
"What... if I fail?"
…
…
...Oh crap, I haven't thought about that part.
Mordekaiser stiffened. He had no thoughts about something witty like failure, but it was possible. After all, everyone learns through their failures. However, Nidalee had failed so much that she was practically tired of the negative attention she was receiving. And it didn't seem like she enjoyed all of that.
But the thing that the Huntress didn't know about was that Mordekaiser felt jealous- jealous of the attention she received. Long ago, he would be the center of attention. He loved it- he lived off of pain, but fear satisfied him as well. To find that less people would fear the Master of Metal felt foreign to him. He did not want to show it to Nidalee, however, because of his own pride.
And then a dark thought snapped inside Mordekaiser's head.
How about I kill her instead?
Mordekaiser felt cold. He was curious; what would happen if he killed Nidalee, who was feared among even the strong?
Now that this thought came to surface, he wondered. If he disregarded her concern and killed her, would he get back on track to earning his infamy and glory again? Or perhaps it would open up more chances to earning something greater? What if that single action would make him become a king once more? Many questions raced through the iron man's head, but there was one in particular that made him contemplate deeply.
Would he return to being Mordekaiser again?
His heart had softened by a great amount as time passed. Before his isolation, he was the cold-blooded, the one with the steel heart, the one who showed what power allowed one to do. He was the one who showed little to no mercy, and he cared little about life. The one to be feared more than Cho'Gath, the one to be known more than any famous figure in Runeterra. He was Mordekaiser, the dark horror within the League of Legends.
And now he had become the video-gaming, giant tin can that practically wasted his days with pointless hobbies. Even after isolation, he was known as someone to be feared, but not by all. Many summoners did not know of his presence, and all he did now other than fighting was carrying out tasks given by Mercedes. He was a forgotten tyrant that dwelled within the Institute.
But when Mordekaiser looked deeply into Nidalee's eyes, he saw fear within her. A glimmer of hope for him to become who he once was- the menace that could never be ignored. It was just a glimmer, but for the iron man, it was a gift set on a silver platter. If he took the gift, then he would be able to forget about Mercedes' painstaking tasks. And if he took the path where his gift lay, he could even become greater than who he once was. Within her eyes, he found motivation to fulfill a forgotten wish. The motivation to destroy the Institute- a dream he treasured so much in his past, and claim all of Runeterra his. And if he really did take Runeterra, then no one would be able to stop him, for his power was even greater when he fought swarms of enemies.
Hecarim.
But what about his friends? What about Hecarim, who actually enjoyed the Institute's presence? What about Thresh, who seemed to have fun with others equal in power? What about Karthus, who was now free to use his undead powers in the League? What about Yorick, who finally found a place where he could peacefully dig graves without being misunderstood as a hostile beast? What about everyone? What about them? Would they turn back to their homes so easily without resistance?
Sona.
What would become of the Maven of Strings, who loved peace and serenity? She would defy his rule and eventually get herself killed. Her talents and intentions were not things that Mordekaiser would want to erase from existence, but if he went down the glorious, motivational path that he always planned on going through, they would die along with the maven herself.
Garen.
He would become one of the first to fall in an inevitable battle between Shadow Isles and Demacia, for he lived with honor. Mordekaiser had to admit, Garen was a respectable man despite his flaws, and killing him would only make him feel complicated.
Vi.
The Piltover Enforcer would obviously die for the others' sakes. She was cocky, headstrong, and quite oblivious to many important things, but she wouldn't hesitate to use her fists to protect her treasured ones. It would pain Mordekaiser to kill someone he once shared a dormitory with.
Mercedes.
And then there was Mercedes, the first of who needed to get out of Mordekaiser's way should he ever destroy the Institute. In return for conquering all of Runeterra, Mercedes' blood would need to taint Mordekaiser's mace to ensure that no one would stop him.
And that thought alone decided the iron man's decision in his new-found temptation.
"..."
Mordekaiser's hand reached out for Nidalee, which confused the Huntress. There was some sort of force holding him back from doing something, but she couldn't tell what it was. Fear piling up within her, the feline attempted to take her spear out, only to find that it missing because of its destruction earlier. She didn't have the time to transform into a cougar either. With desperation clear in her actions, Nidalee raised her hands in defense, ready to retaliate whatever the iron man planned on doing to her.
He grabbed her head with his massive hand. There was little effort given by the grapple, so there wasn't enough force to crush her instantly. Seething in anger and confusion, the Beastial Huntress clawed at his hand to no avail.
And then he pet her head.
Yes, the Master of Metal rubbed the Huntress' head. Becoming more confused than before, Nidalee looked up at the iron man with round eyes. His glowing eyes had disappeared, leaving a gaping emptiness within his helmet- he had closed his eyes, but for what reason? Mordekaiser rarely shut his only source of vision off. The feline closely watched the iron man as her clawing stopped.
And he continued to pet her head. For he wanted to calm himself down. He had nearly lost control of himself right where he was standing due to a simple question. Things would've escalated had he not held back from killing her in the Training Grounds. And the iron man found little satisfaction in the idea of killing someone that listened to his arrogant lectures.
I'm no scum because I don't need to be one.
Before he joined the League of Legends, he brought fear upon the slums of Noxus simply by his presence. A time where he truly despised humans, and also a time where he knew nothing of them. He had forgotten much of himself at that point, but he did enjoy how everyone thought he was the cause of the slums' common spread of disease. And so he decided to live up to that name by returning to Shadow Isles and brag about it among his soldiers.
But no one was there for him. His soldiers had disappeared- some dead, others missing. In pure rage, he searched for the origin of their demise. Some stood in his path, where he was forced to fight back. Even in libraries, there were some who blocked his painful path. He eventually found out that his soldiers were slain one-by-one by warriors known as Purifiers. While Mordekaiser had been searching for information on Noxus' inhabitants, his fighters were destroyed.
I am the Master of Metal.
Finally satisfied with his research, he went back to Shadow Isles before meeting up with Thresh, the Chain Warden. At that time, they were simply strangers to each other, but the two found themselves becoming friends instantly. A few days was all it took for Mordekaiser to hear that Thresh had a grudge against Purifiers. Oblivious to the eventual outcome, he made a deal with the Warden by getting rid of nearly all of the Purifiers on the surface of Runeterra. The Master of Metal regretted this deed a few months after being paired with Mercedes, his former contract-summoner.
Mercedes taught him many things, including how revenge is pointless. 'A quest for revenge only brings life to another quest for revenge until everyone dies. ' That was what the summoner taught him, and one of the most useful, for the iron man avoided many consequences thanks to this.
There was still, of course, his quest of revenge on the Institute. It had taken most of his glory, power, and honor away. But he would no go back to becoming the king he once was if he needed to lose everything he had now. He would not fall short to a little bit of temptation. The iron man felt slightly shameful for nearly going out of control due to a simple question made by the Huntress.
I am Mordekaiser, the Master of Metal.
Nidalee now felt her restlessness dispersing. The iron man continued to pet her head, but it didn't seem as if he did it out of evil intentions. There was still a hint of nervousness within her eyes, though. Looking back up from the ground for the twelfth time, she noticed that the iron man's eyes had reappeared. He was looking at her now.
"I... reassure you," said Mordekaiser, "that won't be happening."
The Huntress blinked. She then asked curiously, "How... uh... you know?"
The Master of Metal chuckled. He stopped petting her head before letting his hand fall by his side.
"You could consider me to be your colleague now."
Nidalee didn't seem to understand what he meant. Mordekaiser sighed before he asked, "Wanna know what colleague means?" When she nodded, the iron man scratched the back of his head. "Well, I absolutely despise the word when it's applied to me, but... hmm, I guess a colleague is like a friend. I guessed, okay? I guessed."
The Huntress tilted her head, flabbergasted. After observing the surprised feline's reaction, the Master of Metal flicked her forehead before turning to leave the Training Grounds. As he left the Grounds, he called out to the Huntress,
"Report your results to me when you're done! Via email, letter, or even a freakin' bird messenger... don't care. Consider this as homework- other than shoving grass in your mouth. I don't want Mercedes bothering me in my sleep about you."
With a wave of his right hand, he vanished, leaving Nidalee to stare at particularly nothing.
A day later...
Mordekaiser sat on his sofa, playing some video games like usual. He was currently playing a first-person shooter in a multiplayer server. As he fired away bullets at ninja-like professional players, he yawned loudly. Now that he had overcame temptation for good, he needed something to cool away the stress within him, so he decided that trolling others was a good idea. However, it turned out that the server he joined was full of 'professionals' that died way too much to be considered 'pro'.
After the Master of Metal intentionally killed himself with a grenade, he yawned loudly.
And so did Mercedes, who had magically appeared next to Mordekaiser.
"Gah! Mercedes? What're you doing here?!"
The summoner chuckled before picking up a controller. "I've been busy with paperwork recently. Now that I finished the mandatory work for the year, I'm pretty much free for twelve months. Your doors are always open... oh yeah, can I join?"
"Yes," said Mordekaiser with uncertainty in his voice, "you may join. But isn't there a boatload of paperwork for High Summoners like you? I mean, you're rare for your kind and you complete your duties quite efficiently, so I'd doubt the Institute would let you off the hook easily when it comes to work."
"Heh heh, let's just say that my unnecessarily high income helped me complete the tasks."
Mordekaiser laughed. Of course, why would Mercedes do pointless paperwork all year when he could spend time with the awesome iron man? The two began to play the shooter together.
"Uhh, Morde'," said Mercedes with a look of disappointment, "what's up with this server?"
"...What do you mean, Mercedes?"
"This server is titled 'Pros Only', but it's full of people who played five to ten games..."
The Master of Metal checked the information tab in Mercedes' screen. Indeed, all of the players played little to no games.
"No wonder! Let's change servers," proclaimed the iron man. Mercedes smiled before making the two leave the server. The man had aged, but he still enjoyed spending time like a youthful man. Something that Mordekaiser enjoyed about the summoner.
While the man browsed through servers, the two heard something ring loudly. Sighing, Mercedes took out a small, white orb before pressing it. Sitting back comfortably on the sofa, he answered the 'phone',
"Hello, this is Mercedes- High Summoner of the Institute, how may I be of your service?"
Mordekaiser stared at the summoner, who started to laugh heartily.
"Ah, the beach? That's just an excuse for the champs to hit on their girls."
The Master of Metal froze. Beach? What beach? Who was even calling Mercedes?
"Well, judging by how much the champions wanted to have their own vacation, the High Council decided to fulfill their wish. The High Summoners plan on making all summoners undergo a public training session. I, on the other hand, will follow the champions."
Mordekaiser opened his mouth to say something, but was quickly silenced by a single glare.
"...Yeah? Mmm... uh, well, y'know, we all know that I'm just going to avoid the entire session! Alright, I guess I'll be seeing you later, Thad! Yeah, yeah! Yeah! ...Yeah! See ya!"
When the orb's color turned green, Mercedes put it away, mumbling, "Fool won't hang up easily..."
"Mercedes," asked an extremely curious iron man, "what is it? What is this beach you were talking about?"
"Oh? You didn't know?"
"Know what?"
"An hour from now, you're going to the beach, Mordekaiser," said an extremely carefree Mercedes. He added in as he took out a poisoned burrito, "Whether you like it or not."
Mordekaiser screamed.
Author's Note:
First off, I'd like to apologize for my long absence. I moved into America, and all the stuff I had to bring just extended my offline time. Sorry if you have been waiting for so long! This was kinda rushed, so I also apologize for that (this chapter was supposed to be way bigger, too).
This chapter focused more on Mordekaiser to explain how he felt about the Institute and how he feels now after peculiar events. I felt that there needed to be something a little more dramatic involving the iron man, so here it is. Looking at Mordekaiser from a more serious perspective was actually pretty fun to write. This also kind of shows how something so small could turn into a complete battle in your mind. :P
The next chapter won't exactly be as serious, though. I mean, it's the freaking beach for crying out loud...
Stay tuned for the next chapter- "B.E.A.C.H.!"