(Sivir - PoV)

Wandering along the southern edges of the wastes in the middle of the night, looking for some kinda ancient super killer. Not exactly a good time but, better than being bored off my ass I suppose, and I'm getting paid.

Supposedly, some idiot woke something up they shouldn't have, setting off a string of murders across the area, causing a League team to get sent in to catch the damn thing. Happens all the time. Except this time, the entire team got wiped out as well, which isn't quite so usual. The standard League capture teams may not be the baddest boys around but they are not to be underestimated.

So now they are sending in some of their big boys and even hired me to play escort. Some ancient murder monster is about to have a bad, bad night before getting locked in a box.

A subtle hand sign from one of the Summoners (a full Master Summoner mind you, not one of the usual apprentices, dude could accidentally a city) indicates the target is close.

I yawn and stretch.

"Ain't nothin out here but us tonight fellas, Imma take a leak. Hollar if Mr. Ghosty bites ya on the ass yeah?"

Turning away, I intentionally separate myself from the group, heading towards some nearby bushes.

...

Well, come on then bastard, here I am. Silly horror novel target, ripe for the taking. Come and get i-

Spinning, I barely blocking one dagger, while the other cuts a thin gash in my side. Fuck he's fast.

I backflip away from the demented laughing jester demon thing but, shit it's somehow waiting on the other side of me, I spin my weapon under my legs, blocking the attack, and landing on its ugly face, knocking it backward, and using it as a springboard to push myself into the air again.

I twist in midair, throwing an attack at it but the slippery fucker bends unnaturally, not even being touched before -

Euuugh

Wow, what the fuck? That was trippy as hell to watch.

I shake my head, clearing the after-effects.

The Summoner did...fucking something, and sucked evil murder demon clown into a red and white ball.

He casually places the weird ball on his belt.

Do not want.

Seriously, Summoners. Do not fuck with.

"Excellent work, Champion. I do believe we have a new volunteer for the League."

Wait, I have to deal with that fucker in the future? Repeatedly? Ugh. I hate clowns.

I kick the door to my apartment shut behind me and toss Chalicar into the corner, tracking dirt over my expensive carpet. Whatever, that's what maids are for.

Ugh, what a trip. Fucking clowns, at least I got paid. I collapse with a groan into my in my bitchin, overstuffed white armchair. Absolutely worth the money. This thing is the best chair in Valoran and I will fight anyone who says otherwise.

Now, I would love a shower. Nice, scalding hot water, ohh, sounds so good right now. But, that big fancy announcement everyone has been droning on and on about is supposed to start real soon.

Hmm. I would have to get up to take a shower.

Self-important dickheads talking about shit I don't really care about it is. Annoying as it may be, a merc needs to keep up with the news. It's how I know to negotiate my fees after all.

I turn on the screen and wait to listen to what the old men want to drone on about to today.

...

...

Well fuck me, this is way better than a shower.

Heads are going to roll in Demacia over this. I can't even imagine who screwed up hard enough to get the boyscout to not only quit but to defect? And to Noxus of all places? I mean, I don't mind them, but for a Demacian? It's like getting them to agree to sign their soul over to a demon.

Damn, I would make some popcorn but then I might miss something!

My eyes are glued to the screen, watching the two fucking Crownguards strolling down the main street of Noxus.

And damn does that new outfit really suit him. He was nice enough in his armor I suppose but now? I like.

And the girl? With those wings? Fuuuuck. I think I may have just found a new fetish.

Perhaps two new fetishes. Siblings? That sounds awesome. I've done twins before, but never brother and sister...

The rest is a bit preachy, but melting the sword was a nice touch. Disavowing Jarvan though? Damn, that has to hurt. Fucking low blow Swain, even from me.

I push down my libido and focus on the job. So, this is going to be one hell of a political upset. There is no way Noxus won't capitalize on this. I can't imagine it will be long before th-

*knock knock*

...Speak of the devil?

I reluctantly climb my way out of my chair.

I answer the door to find, yup, Noxian soldier boy.

"Ma'am!" he salutes before offering me a message.

"Yeah yeah, thank you. Grats on Garen." I tell him lazily.

Really, they do deserve it. Was a hell of a win for them to pull off.

"Th-thank you ma'am!" he stutters out before I close the door.

I settle back into my spot and read the message, from the Grand General himself, of course. Wasting no time to capitalize are we now?

"Yadda yadda, no hard feelings for past actions, blah blah, understand potential hesitation, here we go; renewable one-year exclusivity to fight for Noxus in the League and elsewhere. Pretty good numbers, per job extra to actually work."

Well then, not a bad offer at all, not a bad offer at all. And much as I hate to admit it Swain looks a lot more competent than Darkwill ever did, and I was willing to work for that asshole for years. If he's willing to give me some more hard numbers on individual jobs and add a bit about potential exceptions for League work like earlier? Yea, I think I'll take it.

Looks like Noxus may have their Battle Mistress back. And if it gets me closer to that pair on the screen? All the better.

Those wings...Mmmm.

(All Fall Down, League Master Summoner - PoV)

I enter the inner rooms of the Institute, tossing the sphere into a box on the way past. Someone will study and sort it properly later, categorizing it and getting it properly integrated into our systems.

It's kinda nice having collected another Champion. I can't wait to try it out, but all the work getting it sorted? No thank you, I'll let the new guys handle that.

I steal the coffee from an apprentice on the way past, ignoring his complaints. Sorry newbie, perks of the job. You'll do the same when you rank up.

Taking a sip I grimace. Bah, needs more sugar. Live a little man. Enjoy the little perks in life or you'll snap. How do you think shit like the Rune Wars happened?

I enter my office and plop down in my spinny chair. Best invention ever. We import them en masse from Piltover.

Weeeeee.

Heh.

I settle at my desk. Ahh, good times over, now the real enemy of sane men everywhere.

Paperwork.

I stare at my greatest enemy for a bit, before turning on the projector, hoping for a distraction, but the luck gods do not favor me today. The big announcement everyone is concerned about hasn't started yet. Noxus has something big up their sleeves and no one likes it.

Bah, I'll find out in a moment, no use worrying, just causes more stress.

I get back to the paperwork and start on my report.

Sivir did well, as expected. Honestly, she was complete overkill for the mission, I could have handled it without her. But she has been hanging around the Institute bored lately, and her fee was cheaper than whatever damage she would inevitably cause otherwise.

Still, fun to hang out with, I like her. The ass is a nice bonus too. Probably best to leave it out of the report though, at least a few of the High Summoners still get twitchy about shit like that. Seriously guys, gotta relax. Bend or you're gonna break.

I name my capture Shakey Legs Shaco after the weird as fuck way he moves and call it a day, throwing the report in the out box.

Good timing too, looks like the broadcast is starting.

...

Well ho-ly fuck, this is going to go over about as well as the time some fucking twat decided that coffee was unhealthy and tried to ban it from the premises.

Yup, bloodshed and fire for everyone.

People think we are all peace and love around here, they have no idea how many little internal wars we have. I've had to vaporize so many bitches. So many.

And it's always over such petty shit.

I wonder what could have caused the Might of Demcia to go rogue? I very much doubt it was nearly so petty as our office politics.

You would think the League would have the inside scoop but no, Noxus is playing things close to their chest.

Cool, I love the trick with the wings the girl is pulling.

I try copying it and blow out the back half of my office.

Fuck.

I'm not sure what happens on the broadcast after that, as I'm too busy getting yelled at by everyone. Again.

I don't know who threw the first fireball, but by the time the spells stopped, I was the only one standing, as usual.

The projector is shattered, barely hanging onto the wall.

Staring around at the colossal mess and unconscious bodies I shrug. Not my job.

I catch sight of a mostly unbroken clock out of the corner of my eye. Gods damnit!

I'm late for lunch.

I head to the cafeteria.

Today is chicken nugget day. I fucking love chicken nuggets.

What's left of the projector falls to the floor behind me.