Candidate: Scipio
Date: 31 December, 24 CLE
Observation
Scipio calmly and silently enters the Great Hall unnoticed. His hood still covers the majority of his features with the few visible ones showing only his cold hard determination. His jacket is jet black with tears inside of them revealing metal plates of unusual reflectiveness. The jacket itself is much larger than what his medium build requires for unknown purposes.
He notes the objects around him. He is certain that if he has to run that he could jump over the table and out the window and survive the fall with few to no injuries. It wasn't the first time he had to do that. He then turns his attention to the engraving in the marble archway. "The truest opponent lies within." He thinks for a while then proceeds forward. "Why fight an opponent you could never win?" mumbles Scipio as he pushes past the doors with one steady thrust of the shoulder.
Reflection
The smell of death fills the lungs of his body as he walks through the slums of an unknown location. "Your petty games will not deceive me! I will not be brought back to this misery, Summoner." He imagines a wall closing in on his mind as he breaks the connection. He feels himself return to a dark chamber with a multitude of mirrors disorientating him about his current position.
"Impossible, you are one of the few that can break a connection of an elite Summoner yet you exhibit no sign of magic. Explain yourself at once." The Summoner's eyebrow furrows in confusion as he attempts to talk emotionlessly. He then lowers his famous purple hood on his robes and reveals himself to be a middle aged man with jet black hair that had streaks of grey within them. His black beady eyes reveal an air of understanding and knowledge of someone who knows more than most. "I am High Councilor Kiersta Mandrake and I have never seen someone of your power before that lacks any form of known power what so ever."
"You have much to learn about me, Kiersta. I may look like anyone else but I have powers beyond your imaginations yet I cannot channel a drop of magic. How is that possible, Summoner?" The man smirks as he sees the Summoner raise his fist in rage.
"I am a High Councilor! You should learn your place within these walls. Only two other people are equivalent in rank to me. You are not one of them; therefore, you cannot call me without my title." The angry from being disrespected causes him to stop and attempt to regain his composure. "As for your earlier claim, you must be lying. It is impossible to break such a connection without magic." replies the Councilor after an extended period of silence.
Scipio begins to laugh, "You think I am below you? Would you like to put that on the line? You know nothing about you but my instinct tells me you will attempt to use a form of arcane knowledge against me that will restrain me. Most likely an arcane spell prison that specs out of dark energies. I have an energy nullifier so I'd like to see you try." His demeanor causes him to turn his glare to something away from Scipio. His metal plates begin to glow slightly as something pulses through the coat.
"Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic," continues Scipio, "You may call it magic but from where I have come from we call it a science. Not the fake techmaturgical science but actually science that has its basis in fundamental rules of physics. This is why you cannot detect anything from me." His face begins to show a sign of sorrow as he recounts what seems to be a past understanding.
"Your implication are that you are either excessively old from a time when we still had not discovered magic yet or you do not come from here. Which is it?" The man begins to release the tension out of his shoulders and turn his attention back to Scipio.
"I am slightly older than I look from genetic engineering so I actually should be 52 but my physical appearance is around 25. In response to your question, no I do not come from here. In fact, I come from a different reality where there is no such thing as 'magic.' I do not know how I got here but I seem to be permanently stuck so I might as well be useful here." The man then says one more thing, "I might actually start to like my life after joining. It might even beat my old life."
"What is this reality you speak of? It sounds so strange. I presume you did not come from the same the same alternate realties that Kayle, Malphite, or Taric came from. They all had existing magic." The man questions made the mysterious man shift slightly to his right and put his hand under his chin.
His eyelids close as he stands motionless and recounts his past. "I come from a place that looks similar to Valoran but it was named Terrae. It even has humans like this place except our laws were based around science versus magic." The man then leans back and breathes a sigh of disappointment, "I still miss the place even though I landed here almost 10 years ago."
"So in this place 'science' rules. I can avoid those memories if they hurt but I still need a connection or by default I will have to throw you out as a candidate. So if you may." Mandrake then reaches for an orb of energy and begins to channel through it.
"Ya sure." The man imagines the wall being torn down within his mind. A click sound is created as a pocket watch shaped device hidden within the jacket is revealed by the man. The Councilor motions his hand towards the device which prompts him to say, "This is a nullification field device. It nullifies almost any form of energy around me that is not listed in the bypass code. It even nullifies magic which it was not originally designed to deal with. I'm turning it off now so you may search my mind." The man flicks a switch then places it back within his jacket.
"Then we shall proceed. If there is a point from your past you like to avoid I will comply. Just say the word" says the man as the world disappears from Scipio's view again.
The world was bright with buildings of abnormal height all around. The buildings were made of completely glass on the outside and had metal around each glass sheet. "Not here. Anything about my previous life would bring back to many memories."
"Fine, here is another memory," says a man within his thoughts.
The man gets up off the floor and looks around to see a strange site. "Where am I? Is this a cosplay?" asks Scipio as he walks towards women seated on a chair in a small dimly lit room.
"Had too much to drink I see. We are in a place called Demacia. As for your other question, I do not even know what you're talking about so I'm going to ignore it." The brown haired woman then puts down her drink and then says, "Just go home and you will remember everything eventually after the hangover."
"Ya your right," replies the man and heads towards the door thinking, "This must be a dream." He then proceeds outside where he finds a street filled with lights and sounds of things he couldn't even fathom. The lights float in air without any visible energy source. He then sees someone conjure a ball of something out of thin. "Yep totally dreaming or physics is breaking down."
"Stop this sequence there is nothing left of interest. I eventually realize I am not dreaming but find lots of technology that I owned had been transferred from my old home in the 23 century to a place where I eventually settled down. I took up the occupation of a thief and became exceptional at it but I did not do it for myself. No, I stole to feed those who could not do so on their own."
"The connection is not long enough. I need one more thing before we can finish," says a voice in his head that he knew was not his.
"Fine you can fallow the memory I bring up." A moment later he is brought into a large museum of some sort at night. He notices the perception filter is activated so he can easily walk past the guards as he heads towards a helm made of gold and embedded with jewels. He quickly reads the bronze plate. "The helm ordered by Florin Berell and commissioned by Blomgrun who was unfortunately assassinated by two Noxians." Scipio's strikingly blue eyes scout the area around himself with peripheral vision as he continues his hard examination of the piece. "I wonder how many people I could save with this piece, perhaps thousands." He stops 5 feet before the piece as he deactivates a hidden magic field created by the Lady of Luminosity that would trigger an alarm if tripped. He then begins to wait for the correct time to strike.
He notes the guards on the higher levels are patrolling with Hextech revolvers, gunblades, and rifles. The museum itself is a master piece elegantly engraved with calligraphy designs and paintings portraying Demacian righteous. The walls are made of marble and have stone statues next to them depicting major figures that support Demacian code. Suddenly, the clock chimes 12 which gives him a 3 minute gap in shifts to bypass the systems and take the helm. He initiates his plan and pulls out a small hand held laser cutter designed to cut through the hardest titanium alloys. He attempts to cut through the glass, but unfortunately, the laser cutter is incapable of bypassing magic fields. The man pauses for a second before reaching into one of his many coat pockets and retrieves a pocket watch shaped device. "1 minute and 30 seconds left. I need to hurry up." Once the nullifier is fully activated he begins to cut through the glass quickly until a circular hole is created. He reaches in and tries to grasp the piece but realizes another magic barrier exists so he tosses in his nullifier. "30 seconds left." The nullifier finally finishes and he reaches in and grabs the helm. A droplet of sweat falls onto the floor as he tucks the piece into his jacket with all his equipment. He leaves nothing except for a small card with the letter C on it. "10 seconds left. Close call." He then reactivates his perception filter and begins to walk out slowly.
Ringing and yelling can be heard in the distance. He slowly chuckles as he looks back and sees a Sheriff, in fact, the same one that has fallowed every other card that he has placed with the letter C on it. "Catch me if you can, Caitlyn" He then turns back and walks down the cobblestone road while whistling a tune.
Moments later he is brought back into the reflecting chamber, "Is that enough?"
"More than enough. You have done many things during your time here I see," replies High Councilor Kiersta Mandrake as he moves back. "Why do you want to join the League, Scipio?" The calmness in the voice was quite different from his original speech pattern.
"Because I have unfinished business, because I want to feed the poor without doing it illegally, and because you really do not want a man of my capacity freely roaming the streets freely. I have the knowledge to create an explosive that breaks apart the atom and creates an unbelievable amount of energy. In fact, it is powerful enough to destroy a city in less than a minute." His calmness in speech shows his truthfulness which makes him twitch slightly.
"You talents will be put to good use then," His shutter in his voice shows his fear in being with him in the room.
"Are you scared now? There is no reason to be. I would have killed you already if I wanted to." The man then chuckles a little while pulling out a dagger made of a metal unseen before. "My dagger could be plunged into your heart right now and you wouldn't even have enough time to put up a deflective shield."
Ignoring his statement he asks, "How does it feel, exposing your mind?" The despair and fear in his voice makes him squeak the end part.
"You're lucky I haven't exposed your mind. Also, I never showed you anything that I did not want you to see. So your question is meaningless." He fiddles a little device in his jacket. "You see this device? It can read neurological signals and convert it into a picture of whatever you are thinking of. Currently, you are thinking about how fast you can get out without dying. No need to worry it will be painless, High Councilor Kiersta Mandrake"
He instantly begins a teleporting spell and a blue light engulfs him. "You will not take me!" The man places a note on the ground as everything begins to fade.
"I was just kidding." As the final blue sparks disappear, he begins to maniacally laugh and heads towards the door. "Time to meet my new coworkers." As he walks away he reads the note, "Your past will not stay hidden forever." He rips up the note and says, "I can still try."
"Scipio Fur is one of the most dangerous people to have joined the league. He hides his true powers within a veil of secrecy that no one has yet to penetrate. We worry what his true intentions may be." – Council of Equity
Author Note: As always reviews much appreciated. I recognize this is not in Caitlyn P.O.V. but I think it is necessary to gain a background of her rival.
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