5 days since the Rap battle
Pantheon stomped through the halls of the institute. The avatar of war wasn't prone to being annoyed, but ever since Diana had won the rap battle he'd been seriously nettled. How dare that Lunari witch order around the chosen of the sun. Leona was a symbol of her people and this servitude was an affront to the people of the mountain and the sun itself. He needed to speak with her, make her know that she needed to stop this immediately, he was prepared to fight Diana should she resist.
His heavy foot falls echoed from the marbled walls as he walked in a huff, his eyes burning with unusual intensely from under his helmet. He had reached the chambers of Diana, the Lunari symbols on either side of the door shone brilliantly and this made him seethe. He dropped a shoulder and barged through the door so hard it knocked it clear off its hinges. Stepping into the room he saw his mark.
"HERETIC!" he commanded "I MUst spe…" he took in the scene before him.
Leona was currently held a feather duster in her teeth, as her arms were restrained in a complex system of belts behind her, whilst her form was partially obscured by a maid outfit which could only be described as risqué. A choker on her neck had a taught leash leading to the hand of Diana, who was clad in her body suit sans armor and was lounging in a luxurious armchair.
Pantheon was the celestial Avatar of war, and the Avatar of war was not mentally equipped to handle this situation. Diana raised an eyebrow as a stream of half chewed apologies and self-reassurances came tumbling out of his mouth as he picked up the door and put it back on its frame. Realizing he was on the inside of the room he proceeded to open it to leave, only causing it to fall over again. Pantheon stared at the door on the floor for a moment and promptly marched out of the room in the direction of the Bar. He had taken three steps before he heard Diana's hearty Guffaw from behind him, pile driving into his mind more effectively than Malzahar could ever hope to achieve. Luckily for him his mind had already flat lined and he just kept walking on autopilot.
The Institute Bar was champions only, and despite the time of day you could always find people there. It was really the only social place beside the mess hall that they all had access to, so it had just sort of evolved into this social platform. It was late afternoon so some of the social groups had already made themselves at home. Except for Gragas, because it actually was his home.
Gragas had a gift of being able to sense what drink a person needed just by looking at them, and as pantheon walked through the door, completely unaware of its presence, he had just the thing.
Triple distilled Freljordian fire water. It was fairly common as a spirit, given to the Freljord's warriors as a multipurpose drink. You could use it to disinfect wounds, start fires, and peel the skin off the back of your throat all at the same time. Gragas set down a bottle and a shot glass as pantheon coasted to the counter before throwing himself on a stool. Gragas took in a breath to ask what troubled the Artisan of war before he was cut off buy a raised finger. Pantheon popped the cork and poured out a shot. He slid the shot to Gragas before taking a long pull from the bottle and failing to subdue a fit of coughs began to unload his troubles on the barkeep.
Zed walked in to the bar seeking his target, after scanning the bar his eyes briefly lingering on the pantheon passed out on the floor before moving to Darius giving money to a smug-as-fuck Draven he located his prey. Syndra sat in a corner of the room with a small crowd gathered around her as she orbited three full shot glasses around her head. He was unnoticed as he slunk his way up to her. She seemed to notice his presence as she tensed and the shot glasses fell clattering to the table and floor. Her head snapped around causing her to almost lose balance.
"Oh no…" she said softly as Zed loomed over her and the crowd shrunk back knowing what was about to unfold.
"I DON'T WANNA GO BACK TO MY ROOM." she bawled as Zed rubbed his temples.
He was getting too old for this shit.
"Syndra, there's a glass of water in your kitchen just for you." she buried her head in arms.
"NO I'M HAVING FUN! FUCK YOUUUUUuuuu." Came her muffled response.
It was now Zed's mission to get her back to her chambers through any means necessary, she had a match tomorrow and he had to get her to bed by any means necessary. After all, no technique is forbidden.
Shen stared hard at Zed. The man who killed his father was on the other side of the room, and there was nothing he could do about it at the institute.
"He's doing the thing again." Akali sighed.
"As soon as Zed disappears he'll come back to reality." Kennan waved off taking another sip his drink
Today however was not a usual day. Syndra was having none of Zeds attempts to cart her out of the room and had resorted to pelting him with shot glasses. Zed had had enough of trying to reason with her. A shadow clone restrained her from behind while Zed started signing runes on the floor. The members of the Kinkou order all felt the surge of dark energy from Zed. The second two members of the order locked on to Zed while Shen stood up, hands balled in fists. This was an outrage, so flippantly using forbidden techniques in such a confined space, with no care for who might be watching or thought for the other patron's safety. Shen moved, the order followed. The three quickly approached Zed, and he noticed.
"Zed, stop this before I am forced to stop you." Shen commanded. Zed turned to face them.
"Do not test me Shen. I am acting well within reason."
"Using forbidden techniques is a blight on the balance of the world. I will stop you if you persist."
"I have beaten you before Shen. Do not give me the pleasure of doing so again." Zed cast another rune on the floor.
"You overstep. The Kinkou order will not allow this perversion to continue." The order took martial poses.
"Challenge me Shen… You will not be an orphan for long."
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A/N: just wanna throw out a thanks again to MiniMeowl for picking up the fact that I am idiot and had tahm kench explain the criteria for being the winner wrong before I fixed it. I just enjoyed writing it too much. I couldn't stop myself from writing a follow up any longer, the next chapter might take days to come out though. Apologies if my bias against yordles comes out at any point in the series. I said to myself I wouldn't write at 2 am anymore. I lied. Same as before reviews are my sustenance, anything you have to say will always be read and appreciated.