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Ringing. There was a faint ringing. But not the kind one would hear from a phone, nothing like that. This particular form of ringing seemed to stem from a brain, a physical feeling that emitted when one was having a headache or aching. The ringing in particular seemed to grow, getting stronger and louder until it finally broke off and a flash of white filled the sight of this individual.

What is this? I can't see anything...I can't move.

That was strange, despite wanting to speak this individual couldn't do such a thing and only inner thoughts came through. The white flash would dim, and suddenly be replaced of an image of a person. A woman. It was blurry and the ringing from before came back almost beckoning him to remember the person and see her more clearly. The more the ringing went on, the stronger the pain that surged through the brain until the individual began to force themselves to vividly see the image of this woman-and indeed it would become crystal clear. Whoever this woman was, she had long delicate hair and wore what appeared to be a golden crown of a sort on her head. Her outfit seemed revealing yet it was enough to get anyone wanting to see more-though it was the robe that enveloped her that seemed to stand out the most.

Her name...Why do I feel like I know her name?

It was taking all of their willpower to come up with a name that fit this female. It was on the tip of their tongue-

Wait. Tongue? Why does that word seem...inaccurate of me? What am I?

All these burning questions began to build up, circulating the brain that began to throb and ring in agony. They all stemmed down to one single image-the image of the woman. Who was she!? And why was it so hard to remember her? In fact, why was she the first thing that came to mind? It just didn't make any sense and only made the brain throb with irritating pain.

Blast it all! Why can't I remember anything? This is all that woman's fault. Damn that Leblanc, I can't believe that-Wait...Leblanc?

As soon as the name was spoken, everything seemed to click at once. Evaine Leblanc was the name of the woman he was seeing flash before his eyes and the more he thought the name, the more he was beginning to recover into his memory.

I'm a male. Yes that's right! And my name...Viktor. That sounds right but its missing something. I can't be a pathetic man with just a name, surely I-Yes that's right. I'm the machine herald! I'm not a man, that's certain. Not a human one at least, I'm less than human. But this machine has a wife with child, I will see her if its the last thing I do!

With that thought in mind, Viktor would finally awaken. Or rather, the parts of him that remained did-though truth be told last he remembered he had been torn apart entirely by the chaos storm so the fact that he felt motion in his right arm as he lifted it was rather odd. As his eyes adjust, he could see that his arm wasn't entirely up to code, it was rather rusty and the gears squeaked loudly. Those for certain weren't the original parts he had crafted himself-these parts were mere prototype materials.

Slowly sitting up, Viktor looks down and tenses up seeing that his entire lower half was still missing. All he had in terms of his actual self was his body along with his face and right arm. An exoskeleton linked down his stomach to show where his legs should have been but only wires remained hanging below as he looked around to survey his surroundings. As Viktor finally would get an overview of the area, he saw that this place appeared to be a laboratory of sorts-it almost reminded him of the one he had when he was human.

With a low grunt, the machine herald would push himself off the table was on-only to fall down several feet and hit the hard canvas with a loud clang!

"Bloody hell!" The augmented male snaps harshly from the fall since he could feel several of his chest pieces come loose; the bolts starting to hang loose as he sat up and leaned against a wall to attempt and piece them together. It wasn't exactly an easy task however considering his right hand bore parts that were just as old and worn, making his finger motion limited as he let out a groan of frustration and simply remained sitting there. It was obvious that someone had somehow started piecing him together and managed to re-activate his core though who and how was the part that Viktor didn't quite get.

"My core should have been at its final point...I was at my limit, so how is it possible I was brought back? What form of science is this?" The male questioned as he sat there and made a fist several times over to adjust to the hand. What he hated more than anything was that despite being utterly destroyed, he was already being built back together. He knew that as a cyborg it meant there was a higher chance of survival since only metal parts were necessary but it was then that he truly began to understand how valuable human life may be.

"I can be replaced. Over and over again, like its nothing...yet humans peel away and cease to exist after they die" Viktor would mutter to himself as he sighs and would place a hand over his core. If his life essence was entirely crushed, would he die? Would he cease to exist just like a human? It wasn't like he worked the same as mortals since they obviously couldn't survive if their hearts were removed from their chests.

Just then, a pair of feet could be heard shuffling over to the laboratory before the door creaks open. The strange part about it was that Viktor couldn't see anyone when the door opened. The table was in the way of the view but that didn't mean much-unless this person was a dwarf or yordle it was highly unlikely that-

"Oh dear, oh dear! Where is he? What to do, what to do...this can't be happening.." A worried male voice came out and it was all too familiar to Viktor. It was as though the cyborg was seeing flashes of his past catching up to him after all this time-the voice belonged to his former professor when he had attended university at Piltover. None other than the genius yordle himself; Heimerdinger.

But nothing was making any sense even with that bit of information known. Heimerdinger had been one of many who had voted to have Viktor expelled so why was it that the professor had gone out of his way to rebuild and revive Viktor?

A Heimerdinger would turn the corner around the large work table, he'd glance over and spot Viktor through his thick goggles that hid his eyes. The yordle would jump in place, clearly surprised to see the male laying there since he'd assumed Viktor somehow had escaped without his knowledge. "Oh dear! You should't hide out in corners of someone's laboratory like that, could have given me a panic attack, that you could have!" the male's former instructor would scold as he approached.

Viktor would let out a low growl, almost like an animal would make when threatened. That was enough to get the yordle to halt in his tracks and raise his small hands waving them around. "Now now I'm not going to harm you, Viktor. I just want to make sure all your wiring is in place considering you fell off the table and all."

Clenching his augmented fist tightly, the worn out hand would creak and a screw would come loose as Heimerdinger saw and would rush forward only to fall back onto his tiny behind as Viktor swung at him. "Stay back! Do you think I've forgotten what you did? You-everyone in that damned academy cast me out! You all turned your backs on me and suddenly by fixing me up with these cheap pieces you think you can make everything better!?"

Hearing this, the yordle remained quiet since he had no words to say-or rather the words he did want to say wouldn't help the situation one bit. Viktor took that as a means to go on, his voice flaring up with clear passionate anger, "I was forced to create things myself in Zaun-do you know how limited my supplies were? Do you even have the slightest clue what that damned Jayce did!? He ruined everything I had been putting my time and dedication into-Piltover did this! Your people, your city, you! You did this!"

For a long moment no one said a word, it would be dead silent as Heimerdinger seemed to consider what was being said though it was hard to read his expression under his thick goggles. As a minute seems to pass by, the revered inventor opens his mouth deciding to speak to his former student. "Shortly after you were expelled, I looked into something. Your claims that Blitzcrank was your creation were dismissed by everyone at the academy but as for me-I found out the truth. You were right, someone had indeed taken your blueprints and taken credit for your invention, it was wrong and we should have listened,"

Letting out a sigh, the yordle would get up and slowly make his way to Viktor in hopes the augmented male would see to reason. "I couldn't tell the academy the truth, it would ruin their reputation for having turned you away and that was only if they believed me. Its hard enough being a yordle professor and harder when you have to hide your identity just to stay safe..."

Confused, Viktor would glance at the short male in confusion. Did he just say yordle? All this time Viktor had assumed Heimerdinger was a dwarf but that was as common mistake since most yordles hid their true appearances behind a glamour. The professor assumed it was time to reveal his secret; it was only fair to at least give Viktor that much for all the trouble that had evolved from his incident in the academy.

So without hesitation, the yordle professor lets out a sigh and would crush a small crystal he had within his grasp-immediately altering his appearance to that of a furry creature with similar features that he had when he was disguised as a dwarven professor. Viktor couldn't lie, the very sight of his former professor was something he hadn't been expected and even less the fact that he had hidden his identity as a yordle. As the truth is unveiled, Heimerdinger would glance at the herald with a rather proud expression-he seemed to shrug off his fear of being found out for this one moment.

"Surely you know what happens to me if anyone found out I was a yordle...they'd imprison me and experiment me simply because they don't trust my kind. So now you know why I couldn't tell anyone-if they looked into me, they'd eventually find out this truth" the revered inventor explains with his small hands poised in fists. Oddly enough, Viktor wasn't sure if he felt flattered or even more angry by this bit of knowledge he now had. On one hand, he understood it wasn't his professor's fault that he was exiled from Piltover, but on the other hand it felt like an excuse to pity the yordle. And Viktor was beyond the kind of man to show pity.

Though the machine herald was inclined to snap at the yordle and curse his name and his entire race of people, he kept to himself and merely began to crawl around the floor. "If that's all you have to say for yourself I'm leaving. I won't stay here to hear your pitiful story-I won't feel sorry for you or claim I understand at all. Because in the end, it doesn't matter. Not one bit."

Despite knowing full well that insisting anything with the machine herald wouldn't end well, Heimerdinger would rush forward ahead of Viktor and wave his small hands around. "Please wait! You have no legs, at least allow me to fix them for you before you do something reckless or get found out!"

Viktor would lowly growl, clearly irritated as he would glance at the yordle with nothing but rage-was his former professor doing all this because he cared or was it all due to pity? Perhaps all the yordle wanted was to redeem himself for being wrong and the actual feeling wasn't genuine. Either way, the augmented male was certainly stubborn and would shake his head, waving his arm about. "I won't hear it. Stay out of my way...I have somewhere more important I have to be."

For a moment the yordle would fall quiet before he would open his mouth to speak, "This place you're headed to...Is it to see your wife?"

Now that certainly peaked the herald's interest. How was it he had known about Leblanc? He was certain that there wasn't a single person who knew of their relationship-or so he had hoped. But as Heimerdinger would go on, the answer was something that oddly didn't surprise him. "After Noxus surrendered to Ionia...your wife Leblanc was at your feet. According to Leona who was in command of the Ionian army at the time, she never left your side and would have remained there if Leona herself didn't propose we take you back to Piltover and have you fixed up. She took your remains to me and told me everything..."

There was a brief pause as Viktor took this all in, lifting his augmented face as his eyes seemed to shine with hope. "What of my wife? Where did she head to?"

"I can't say for certain. Leona offered her protection in Ionia considering she was still a mage who was formerly allied with Noxus and that made her a fugitive. But to my knowledge, your wife refused the offer and went on her own" the revered inventor would explain quickly, his voice almost a bit too eager to spill the information. It wasn't so much a bad thing though, this was the closes to a peaceful conversation the pair had shared since their days back at the Piltover academy.

As much as Viktor wanted to get up and rush over to find where Leblanc could be, his thoughts dawned on another question that made him fill with anxiety. "How long have I been...dead? How long since the battle with Swain?"

That question was all it took to drain the energy from Heimerdinger's face. He hesitated and scratched behind his furry head. "Well...you see...with the remains I was given and the fact that I had to keep you a secret from the rest of Piltover-it was hard to come by these parts as it is..."

"Quit stalling and just tell me. How long has it been? A few days? Weeks?" Viktor demanded in an urgent tone. He had no time to waste, Leblanc was out there without him and as far as she was concerned he was long gone and dead even with Leona's intentions. Heimerdinger felt his ears flop down fearfully as he nervously fidgets and raises his hands in defense in case the machine herald grew furious. "Well...its been almost three months-"

The augmented male felt as though his chest had become constricted. Was this right? Could it truly be that this whole process of bringing him back to life had taken nearly three whole months? As furious as he was, he didn't even bat an eye and would grimly mutter to himself, "Three months...then there's no time to waste. Leblanc could be anywhere by now. I must find her or send a message that I'm still alive somehow."

"But your feet! They haven't been built yet! You won't get far without feet-at the very least let me finish them for you before you do anything reckless" Heimerdinger would insist as he raises his small paw-like hands in front of Viktor to keep him from going anywhere. With a heavy sigh, the machine herald would pause to weigh his options. It was true that if he was stubborn and left without getting proper legs he would be quite slow and could be caught by Piltover authorities rather quickly. He hated to admit he was wrong or go along with the ideas of others but seeing as he didn't have a choice-

Viktor sighs heavily and would lean back against a stool, balancing himself as he waves his hand around dismissively. "Fine. Do what you want. It matters not to me...just as long as you're quick about it, understand?"

Heimerdinger would nod eagerly and immediately rush over to a small ladder for himself as he climbed up and began gathering small gears, bolts, and so forth. "Yes yes! Of course, that I will! But once this is over and you find your wife...please don't be afraid to mention the fact that I could be a possible godfather to your children!"

"Huuuh?" Viktor felt his head tip to the side, bewildered by the thought that had crossed the inventor's mind. "Give me a break, as if I'll tell her anything like that!" he snaps harshly and looks away with his arms crossed. Though deep down a part of him began to feel something different towards his former professor. It wasn't anger or detest, but rather compassion and admiration for the yordle who was willing to sacrifice his career in order to help him. He'd never say it aloud but-

"Thank you."

"Hm? What was that Viktor?"

"Oh...It's nothing."