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JANUARY MINGLE

WHO: Everyone!
WHEN: January 17th - January 23rd
WHERE: Etraya
WHAT: The arrival of newcomers and some new construction!
NOTES\WARNINGS:

⏵ arrival ⏴
Welcome to Etraya!

Arrival goes as expected - characters awaken on hospital beds and are offered an explanation of their situation: that they have arrived in the city of Etraya, and they are their world's only hope. They are welcome to wander the hospital if they would like to - the upper floors are mostly empty, full of pristine hallways and numerous rooms filled with supplies, cots, and things one would expect from a relatively average 21st-century hospital.

A coat rack is situated by the doors leading out of the hospital, covered in warm clothing that fits the new arrivals just right - whether it's to their preferred style or not is something else entirely. Some of them appear normal enough. Others? Well. Looks like someone was trying to improve on last month's designs.

Outside the windows, the grass is covered in a couple of inches of loosely packed snow.

We hope you enjoy your stay.

⏵ passion for fashion ⏴

As the newcomers find themselves leaving the hospital as per their usual arrival, they will find that not too far from it is a small boutique. Newly added, just as they have been, though they lack the context to know this. Companion bots will encourage them to go in and meet the particularly unique bot inside, dressed to the nines in line with the fashion the boutique itself is offering. While small, it's clearly been decorated to emphasize the loose era and taste of the particular fashion it's advertising. The building itself is also petite, and made to feel more personal rather than a commercial experience. It has a single dressing room, and outside of it has an area with mirrors where one might take in their lovely visage from nearly all angles. There is a little waiting area with seating in the front, for those who are not being molded through Theobold's vision, or simply waiting for whoever is.

The tastes and aforementioned era of this little establishment is decidedly Victorian, with a bold splash of neon trimming, cog-like adornments, and other accessories that brighten up the otherwise neutral fabrics typically used in the style of dress. Theobold, as he has named himself and will not let anyone forget, has taken to a three-piece suit, a deep emerald in color, with a black vest, and matching black gloves.

He will take it upon himself to judge each person's attire (which he will unabashedly hate), then restyle them into something more along his tastes (even if it takes him a while, he will find something you don't ruin). There are, of course, many different combinations to pick from, all hearkening to a very loud style of dress that seems as much neon as it is punk or steam. One might even name it steampunk with a splash of neon. Neon Steampunk? Something like that.

An interesting combination to say the least, Theobold insists as much.

This is, of course, not simply limited to newcomers, though they will likely be exposed to this boutique more quickly than the others. Any who come near the general area of the hospital (thus the boutique) will find themselves being encouraged by the other bots to come inside, and they will likewise be judged and restyled to Theobold's tastes—which are as bright as they are bold. He really doesn't take no for an answer, though he can't truly stop anyone from leaving any more than a pushy grandmother fussing over her grandchild's clothes might.

He has obviously discovered his passion, why not indulge him?

⏵ trending or treading ⏴

After enjoying the privilege of being restyled by Theobold, he will also insist that you take the outfit for a spin around the city! See what people say, take note of how many looks you catch, how many eyes are on you. He wants to hear about it as well, clearly to validate his own artistry, and who can blame him? Does not every artist strive to hear a little bit of praise for their hard work? Do they not yearn for recognition from the public? Theobold may be a bot, but he is also an artist honing his craft! His boutique is not above critique, though he hopes the critique isn't too harsh...

Should one indulge him, telling about what others thought, he will gladly gift the outfit to the wearer. A humble act of his endless generosity! Or if they fancy another outfit of their own taste from his boutique, then that will suffice as well. Even if it breaks his heart that you don't like the outfit. No, no. It's fine, really. It's perfectly okay. Everyone has their tastes, and yours just happens to stab him in his mechanical heart.

He'll get over it. In time. Probably.

⏵ leaving tracks ⏴

Companion bots have taken to building train tracks, as well as what appears to be a train station, in the South Eastern island of Etraya. The area is, for the most part, blocked off from Etrayans. After all, it is a construction zone, and the companion bots are ever vigilant with safety. At least they try to be. However, if people wish to lend their aid in the construction, well, they won't necessarily stop them. However they will assure them that they are not in need of assistance, and might intermittently remind those especially helpful Etrayans of that fact.

Those who wish to simply watch the construction may do so, but nothing especially interesting is going on beyond the mystery of what this these tracks and the station might be for. Besides a train, of course. After all, since when has there been any mention of a train? Asking the companion bots about it will yield little results. They won't be able to give any further details besides the obvious: when this is done, it will be for a train. It seems even they might not know the full extent of what this entails, or maybe they cannot say.

Regardless the reason of their lack of explanation, it seems patience might be the key to the answer.

⏵ NOTES ⏴

Some may notice that in the area Gorgug's friend had gone exploring outside of the environmental bubble, there is a message written on a massive piece of fabric, which is tied to two large rebar poles. The message is in an alien language, but the earpiece will automatically translate it: DID YOU THINK YOU WERE THE ONLY ONES?

On the bottom of the fabric are four vertical lines. Every Friday, a vertical line becomes crossed through with a horizontal one.

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⏵FULL NAVIGATION⏴

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Sevika tensed up when Vander reached out, but it was short-lived. All he did was close the lighter and offer a lit match. The same kindness she'd offered him at the start of their little chat, however minor, and she won't turn it away. She won't say 'thanks,' either, but she will offer him a slight nod. She could take a long drag off the cigarette once it was lit. Little by little, she let the smoke come back out in a long, slow sigh. There, something to take the edge off, although what she really wanted was a drink or three by now.

Something to do after... this. Stop by the liquor store, go home, feed the stupid poro, get wasted. Sounded like a night.

"I'm not sure he could take all of this without losing his shit," Sevika admitted at long last. It was a lot. At least now that she had a cigarette in her hand again, she found something to steady herself, to center herself against the terror she was reliving.

"Especially the... last part. After everything, Piltover..." Okay. Here it was. The big thing Silco would actually lose his shit over, truly and completely. "...Piltover gave us a seat. On the council."

The difference was that he had asked for a light to annoy her knowing full well he had his own. They had apparently moved passed that now, and he held the match aside as he dug in his own trouser pocket for a cigarette of his own. He managed to pull one free of the pack, jam it between his lips, and light it before he burnt his fingertips. He shook the dying match to kill the flame and crushed it up in his fingers before dropping it down the ground.

At this rate, he was going to have to go back to his small nondescript apartment and work off all of this energy on the bag he had hung. He considered offering, but declined as he didn't want her to know where he currently lived. It was safer for all involved that they kept to their own living quarters.

"I figured he'd be annoyed, but war was always what he thought was necessary to put in the amount of fear required for change," he said around the cigarette between his lips. He took another drag and breathed out smoke around it as she arrived at the actual crux of the matter.

Vander opened his mouth in surprise, cigarette dropping from his lips, and he fumbled to grab it again. He coughed, having inhaled and swallowed at the same time, leaving him coughing as the overwhelming reality hit him. A seat at the table. A real seat... and Silco not there to fill it with his scrawny narrow little ass. Yeah, he'd lose his shit.

"An actual seat at the table," he said, just to taste the words on his tongue and lips. He leaned against the wall again, returning the cigarette to the corner of his mouth. "Fine, I can see why you kept that detail to yourself." A real seat of power for Zaun. A life's dream realized. He could hug her, but he valued his windpipe too much. Still, he basically vibrated next to her. "Who sits it?"

"As if you can't figure it out yourself?"

There she was. That Sevika that Vander knew best of all, the one who bubbled with anger and violence. There wasn't any way she could keep it out of her words as she spat the question out around her cigarette. There was only one person left who would qualify; everyone else was too young, and they had already seen what sticking someone young and politically untried on the council did with Talis. She wasn't going to let someone else bear the burden. Let them spend about ten more years maturing, and then she'd be able to give it up, provided she had survived that long.

It shouldn't have been her, though. It should have been Silco. It should have been Vander. Hell, even Benzo... but her? Only who else? Who else could there have been? Ironic. She had helped narrow down the options, so perhaps she could only blame herself.

"No one else wanted the fucking job," she went on. "So now I have to suffer through dealing with those assholes myself."

And she hated it. Hated it so much, but in the end, it was for Zaun. It was always for Zaun.

If he wasn't currently in a state of excited shock, Vander could have narrowed down the candidates from those he had known. However, he expected most of them were dead, the old guard that they were who had tried and failed to rise to the top. The sheer audacity that Zaun had a seat in the first place was even more emotional than when Jayce had told him about having a seat.

He looked at Sevika, and he felt a swell of complicated sharp pride. She had flourished in the infancy of the Zaun revolution after the Day of Ash, and he had known her to be a diamond in the rough. Then she walked, and he hadn't blamed her. Now she managed a giant man baby who was too smart, conniving, and resilient to say die, but did it matter? She had superceded them all.

Oh Silco would have an absolute shit if he knew. No wonder she hadn't told him.

Without warning, Vander stepped around the corner into the alley with her and threw an arm around her and moved to try to lift her right off the ground for a few seconds. "We did it! You're the voice of Zaun now! Ha, their faces...." he trailed off and okay maybe there was a little (just a teeny-tiny) twirl in there.

He clapped his hands as he went back to his spot around the corner, clenching his fists in his excitement and finding them trembling as he brought them in front of him. For a few seconds he could forget what it had cost, what they had all sacrificed for that one moment.

As if there wasn't enough to worry about without Vander deciding to do something as harebrained as hug her. What if someone saw?! What if someone said something?! At the wrong time?! The wrong place?!

The sound Sevika made when she found herself scooped up in big, burly arms for a hug was disgruntled. No one should be this happy! And with her arm pinned to her side in the hug, all that was left was her lashing out with a boot to kick his shin. Somewhere in the twirl, she lost her cigarette, it landing somewhere in the alley, now lost to the both of them. Fan-fucking-tastic.

"Will you put me down, you big oaf?!"

Ughhh, ugh, ugh. She should have expected this, but she wasn't used to anyone daring to enter her personal space quite that closely when it wasn't a fistfight. At least he put her down at the end, but that didn't mean she wasn't left looking flustered and utterly offended by the whole event.

Yeah, screw lurking in the alleyway after that. She stepped out after him to smack him in the arm, mad but not mad enough to haul off and punch the guy after the fact.

"Never do that again."

There was so little to look forward to, so little with answers here in particular, and he knew for a fact that Silco and Sevika were up to absolutely no good in this place. He had to have this; he may have faltered, but their dream was realized and while it would never be perfect. One voice would never be enough to upend Piltover's often careless obtuse decisions when it came the undercity, but it was something. It was huge for him.

And her reaction? It was worth every second of her discomfort. If anything it was better revenge than laying her out in the grass and throwing her bodily into a hospital. Her disgust and anger made his elation even overflow further. And the boot to the shin? Worth the sting for her being pissy.

Of course, the fact that she decided to follow him out of the alley rather than shrink back to avoid potential gawking onlookers. There currently were none, but of course, she seemed perturbed enough to punch him in the arm. His smile was huge and look, she had entered his range again rather than retreating.

He moved to throw his arm around her shoulders in an attempt to pull her in against his side. "Whatever you say, Councilor." He dropped his voice to avoid anyone actually listening, but she would hear. That's what was important. "We should have a drink!"

Why was this asshole and his moods so damn infectious? See, that was what she was missing. That charisma. All this did was remind her how unsuited for the job she was. She couldn't be friendly, she couldn't be easygoing, she couldn't get along with just about anyone, and all of that meant Vander got a murderous glare shot his way when he threw that arm over her shoulders and pulled her in.

Seriously? Weren't they enemies?! Or had this been enough? Enough suffering for him to consider his revenge settled? How stupid that would be. They had no idea how well she'd even do as a councilor.

"Will you shut up?" She hissed back under her breath. A drink sounded so good right now. "I said to keep it do yourself. As far as everyone else gets to know, I'm just Silco's thug again, and it's going to stay that way."

A reminder because she felt Vander needed it. She was still at Silco's side. It wasn't something to easily forget. Regardless, she sighed. A drink... maybe just one...

"...only if you have somewhere other than Harry's to get a drink. People know to look for me there."

Once upon a time before the Day of Ash, this was what dealing with him could be like. There were certain points that he reached this enthusiasm and it was normally with the kids as they founded the Lanes. Much of the enthusiasm had been restrained after the Day of Ash, and he focused more on the community that he had rather than expanding it. He had curbed it all because he wasn't willing to sacrifice more than he had for what needed to be done. Now he knew it had been done, and he felt elated.

No, he had not forgiven her or Silco, and he would make them both pay for his death but more the death of Mylo and Claggor. They hadn't had to involve the kids, though it was dawning on him with all the thinking time he had that kids may have been necessary to bring him in line. His kids had died for this dream which had finally been realized, even if he might not see it himself.

His arm tightened and he pulled his smoke from his lips and butted it out on the wall behind them. "Don't worry, Councilor, I'm better at keeping secrets than you know." He hugged her closer to him, aware it annoyed her. "Do they call you Councilor Sevika or give you a fancy family name, or did you choose a family name?"

He took his top hat off and set it on the top of her head. "I know a place called Rocky's. You won't be recognized. It's where people with a sense of humor go," he remarked and half dragged her off the wall before letting her go. The high would only last so long, but he was a master of the personal façade. "This way."

He walked off, expecting she would follow and not perturbed if she took this as her cue to shuffle off.

Before the Day of Ash, back when they all got along, back when it felt like they could do anything. Wasn't that always the way of the undercity, though? Then came Piltover stamping out their hopes and dreams one by one, over the years until now. One seat, one chance to change everything.

She grimaced at the tightening arm and shot Vander an offended look when he even suggested a family name. Who did he think he was?

"The first one. They can choke on their family names. That isn't how we do it."

Sevika would always simply be Sevika. Even adding her title to the name felt suffocating. She only had to hold that seat until she got what she wanted — a free Zaun, separate from Piltover, standing on its own — or one of the brats matured enough to hand the seat over to.

The hat... well, she hoped Vander wasn't attached to it because it immediately came off her head. It would end up on a passing robot instead. If he wanted it back, he'd have to chase that down. Good luck, big man, although that wouldn't happen immediately. She kept it in her hand as she moved to follow along.

Rocky's? She hadn't heard of it before, but it would have to do.

"Ah well, still good to see that those of us with vision understand we need to work with Piltover at some point." Not create war with them. Though, if her narrative was true, there had been a war incited no doubt after Silco's death. It was a dig at her and Silco who had scorned him for working with Piltover.

Everyone had their pride and their price.

It was honestly too bad that they didn't give her a fancy title. He expected they had maybe tried and she'd made a big deal about refusing it, grousing as any good Zaunite would. That thought buoyed his mood even as his hat went off elsewhere; he was definitely not attached to it.

Of course, he did have to ask. "Does Pow-er, Jinx know the extent of this?"

She hadn't wanted a damn thing from Piltover; title, name, anything. Sitting on the council hardly meant she suddenly liked them. When bad blood ran as deep as an ocean, one measly seat in their tower wasn't going to allow it to dry, and so, naturally, she took offense at the dig he threw her way. Of course, he'd see it that way, that she would hold it against him for working with Piltover and now this... as if it made her a hypocrite...

"They offered Silco's Zaun a seat at the table, not yours," Sevika pointed out, words chilled with the disgust that lingered in them. "If we had still been licking their boots the way you wanted, there would have been no one left to save their useless asses when Noxus turned on them."

Because Vander's weak, subservient Zaun would have been wiped out by Noxus in a heartbeat. To Sevika, she felt it was true. Piltover had acknowledged that Zaun had the strength to be a threat, a real threat, at long last, and they weren't going back. A seat at the table was for Piltover's safety, not Zaun's.

As for Jinx... At least that question took her off of considering turning and leaving rather than carrying on to Rocky's.

"Jinx? Of course not. That girl doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut about anything."

"Silco and I had the same Zaun once," he said simply, correcting her and losing none of his energy for it. "We diverged on how to go about it, but a seat at the table was always part of the plan along with sovereignty, amnesty and control over our own politics." They had come up with the crazy plan together after all, and while it hadn't been anything new, Silco and Vander had been the first ones to make progress in uniting the undercity. They started with carving out the Lanes.

"I don't think you know what I wanted or how I intended to achieve it," he added with a shrug of his big shoulders. He wasn't going to waste time on what he had intended, and it wouldn't have mattered as everything had gone to shit with the explosion on at councilor's workshop. He'd lost control of the situation, and he'd never recovered. Losing those kids in a fight with Piltover was... more than he could bear. He lost them to a war in the undercity instead.

He inclined his head, happening to agree with her assessment. Jinx was loud and free with her information, spinning it and weaving it without thought or consideration much of the time. Was it her angle? He was still trying to learn that.

"Interesting you still trust me enough to divulge it," he said. He took it as a sign of her good faith to try to work with him. Or perhaps she needed someone level headed to talk to for once.

Did she trust him, though? If nothing else, that question cut Sevika off from arguing further about who's Zaun earned that seat and what Vander had or hadn't planned. She knew she had her reasons for capitulating once she'd been called out by him — that she'd been holding something back, something mysterious. However, she had hardly fought to deny it. It earned a moment of silence apart from her footsteps a few paces behind him while she considered how to explain.

"I don't trust you," she decided to begin with that outright. "But if you already had an idea that I was keeping information from all of you, what I could trust was for you to cause problems for me."

Specifically with him.

Him who? Silco. All it would take was even the vaguest suggestion that she was keeping something from him, even if that suggestion came from the man he hated most, and he'd spiral into paranoia. It would have made working with him unbearable, perhaps even dangerous, all for what? All for her deep fear of how he might react to the news?

"You understand that if you hadn't have told me, I wouldn't have pushed. It would have just caused a fight," he replied simply. "If I was going to cause problems, it wouldn't be of you withholding information. I'm so far back in your timeline that I doubt I'm actually on your radar unless we're meeting up." Was he a threat? Probably. Did he case? A bit.

He kept walking, pushing fingers through his hair, understanding that she thought he was so petty that he would undermine her association with the little man, was it? No, his revenge when it came would be far more direct, and he was make certain that they both knew it was him and all the reasons for it too. He wasn't ready to make his move, so he'd play nice for the moment. Of course, he wouldn't back down if she wanted to throw down either.

"Don't worry, your information is safe with me just like Jinx's information is safe with me." He crossed the street to the next, closing in on the Rocky's.

He could claim that all he wanted. Sevika saw it differently. The vitriol between him and Silco was too intense for him not to cause her problems like that, one way or another. The difference was, now that he was in the know, it was something he was happy about, even if she doubted he was happy the seat went to her and not someone... kinder, she imagined.

"You two are impossible," she pointed out glumly. "Even if you wouldn't mean it, you would, if only to spit in his face."

Of course, Vander might reveal what she told him to do the same. She had to hedge her bets on the councilor seat seeming too essential to jeopardize versus her being a sneaky bitch who wasn't sharing. In the end, there was no perfect solution. Wasn't that the story of all their lives, though?

Silent reigns after that. She eyed Rocky's as they neared it, and it wouldn't be until they stepped inside the barcade — oh, she did not appreciate the arcade part of this at all — that she would speak again. It was, perhaps, a lie before that she only told him because she felt it was the safest route, because...

"Vander. What would you do? If they had given you the seat instead?"

If he had lived... if someone, anyone, other than her had remained to sit as councilor instead... Maybe it had even been a lie to herself that she hadn't wanted advice. It only took her the entire trip to the bar to swallow her pride and ask.

It had been many years since they had associated with each other with any kind of frequency. Age and experience meant different things to different people; Sevika was one of two people here who understood what he might be capable of if he applied himself. He could make life very difficult for her through the other hip she happened to be joined to.

How she decided to approach that was on her.

"He killed my kids," he said flatly. "He'll know when I come for him, and he'll know all the reasons why I do. Your information won't be part of it. That's on you to break the news that you eclipsed him and experience the full weight of his temper tantrum."

He happened to like the barcade because it wasn't the kind of place that anyone he knew would associate with. Besides, the bar was serious enough, and the drinks were made good enough from his more critical eye. He didn't care about the silence; his own enthusiasm had died down to a conservative level as he walked them to where they would share a drink. Inside was nice enough and he picked a table where both of them would have a full view of the room and their backs protected.

He pulled out a chair and settled himself into it, watching her silently for a time after her question. Asking his opinion, hmm? He considered it as he reached into his vest pocket and pulled half pack of cigarettes. He lit one and even made a point to offer her one to replace the one lost in the alley.

"I'd consider the politics of the undercity and who I thought would do the best job. If it was me, I'd take it and then I'd pick several younger people to mentor so I could step aside as soon as I could. When the fighting started..." he trailed off as he considered. He took a drag of his cigarette. If he had been then? He'd smooth things over. If he was now? "I'd give them a voice where I could, put them in line where it went against what was best for most. And I would never, ever take bribes."

For once, Sevika will turn down a cigarette. It didn't happen often, but she ran the numbers mentally and decided she had smoked more than a few today already, even if he had made her lose that last one in the alley with his outrageous show of exuberance. She did join him at the table, though, pulling out the chair opposite his and taking a seat.

"I already don't take bribes," Sevika said with offense coloring her tone as if Vander was trying to suggest she might. Maybe he wasn't, but there had already been one or two who had tried back home once the news had spread, and it pissed her off. So, sore subject. What a fucking pain in the ass that had been... and she doubted they'd be the only ones, assuming there was a Runeterra to go home to after all of this.

Mentoring, though... Yeah, she only continued making a face at his advice. Oh, she had asked for it. She couldn't complain or blame him for what he offered, but, shit, she needed a drink if she was going to listen to this.

"...sure, the mentoring thing would work for you, but I can't see me being able to. I could barely handle helping with Jinx."

Ah well, Vander was smoking and drinking more than usual as well, a hazard of this place he supposed. He tucked the pack away when Sevika decline the offer and he leaned back his chair, which creaked precariously under his weight. He blew smoke from his nostrils and lifted a hand to attract the waitress over for them to order their drinks. He asked for a simple beer at this point; he figured he should be sharp for this continuation of the conversation.

"Then you're ahead of the game on that front," he said simply. He didn't know how she operated after all. He expected that the business was run rather differently with Silco at the helm, and the more power one gathered, the more likely that people were going to try to bribe for favours, special treatment or information. "You never struck me as the bribe sort. Hopefully future councilors continue that stance."

He sucked a drag on his cigarette and watched her, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. "You don't give yourself enough credit, so here's the pep talk: you can. You're fully capable, skilled and probably have a good disposition to call upstarts on their bullshit." He reached up to take the cigarette from his mouth and tapped ash into the tray on the table. "Find motivated young people, give them opportunities in jobs that you're familiar with. Correct them, give 'em feedback but let them fail now and again. You work for Silco; you know the inner workings of that enterprise. Give them the opportunities he gave you little by little and they'll develop up."

Screw only getting a beer. Sevika ordered a whiskey sour because this conversation had been stressful for her, and she deserved something nice.

"Oh please, first? I'm giving myself the exact amount of credit I deserve," Sevika disagreed. "It was barely possible to pull everyone together and get shit done after Silco died. If it weren't for Jinx playing hero half the time, we'd have gotten nowhere, and she didn't even want to do that."

Which Sevika couldn't blame her for, if she were to be honest. It was too much for the girl; too many expectations, too much stress for someone so unstable, just... too much. All of it. And still, Sevika had pushed her to accept the role, because what else could she do?

"Second? Silco's enterprise was criminal from top to bottom. It was necessary work, but I won't pretend it wasn't what it was. Do you want to know what the younger generation wants? Anything but that. Half of them joined Piltover for the fight even before the rest of us did. They want something different. They'll still fight for it, sure, but they're... I don't know. Tired of all the violence? Which is all I know. It's all I've ever known."

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Vander looked nonplussed by her self deprecation. She had grown up in the shadows of others, it was true. Silco, Felicia, and himself had mastered very unique skill sets when it came to leadership, and so did most of the Chem-Barons that he knew. "Ohhhhh," he started, surveying her, "so you didn't lead a gang, huh? You weren't known for your no-nonsense brisk efficiency to get things done? That must have been your identical twin?"

He leaned forward in his chair, resting his forearms on the table and looking her dead in the eye. "If you can't do it, then why was the big seat offered to you? Did everyone else in Zaun just happen to not want that kind of power?"

Vander snorted and their drinks arrived in short order. It wasn't that busy at this time of the day. "You think I didn't have criminal activity in the background even to the day I died? It's Zaun; criminality is part of what makes us who we are. We break things to make it better and more efficient. We wheel and deal... but maybe, I'm out of touch. War changes people."

He dragged on his cigarette, ignoring his drink. "If you can't or won't mentor, find someone who will. Until then, you're in the hot seat, Councilor."

"That's different. We grew up together. I kept them all alive."

Sevika couldn't say the same for all of Zaun. There was an implicit trust between those from the undercity who came up that way, finding a gaggle of similarly wild children running the streets. Vander knew it. Hell, everyone did. Most of the gangs in Zaun started that way. To take that and apply it to... everyone? Everything?

She stared him down, refusing to waver, at least when it came to a staring contest like this one.

"...and I took it because there wasn't anyone else worthwhile to hand it off to."

Yet.

"If there's anyone who is better suited, it'll be one of those damn Firelight kids, but the fact remains that they're still kids."

Or young enough compared to Sevika for her to consider them such.

"As much as they've been a pain in my ass all these years, I wasn't going to let them walk into that tower and realize no one in there is on their side. You should see them, Vander. Most of that council still looks at me like I'm some rabid dog they've let in."

"And the kids of their generation grew up together, formed their own little gangs within their communities. They are less different from us than you think; we all tended to have humble beginnings." The fact remained that adults and kids died frequently in the undercity. There were plenty of industrial accidents each day, disease, malnutrition and every other hazard that lived under the industry fog.

"Your job is to convince them that a united Zaun is better for them, and it seems you already had help with that from Po-er, Jinx." However, he was long dead - maybe? - to offer that kind of advice. That was her show now. If she wanted someone to replace her, she was going to need to look out for rising stars.

"In all of Zaun, there was no one else? Who decided that?" He inclined his head a little like it didn't matter. He was pushing her to try to realize that Zaun had a massive population and there was always someone else. She took it because she was the best choice.

"So I guess you need to pick a Firelight and let them tag long to watch proceedings," he said simply. Mentorship was guidance. If she wouldn't do it, at least let them see what they could.

He actually chuckled at her description of the Piltover elite, not all surprised. He hadn't met them, but he'd seen how they treated him in his brief little overnight in Stillwater. At that time, he may as well have been a rabid dog. "So you're going to have a good time staring at their prettied sour faces. Just remember to smile with the blood in your teeth; it did me wonders that one time."

But bridging the gap between all those little gangs would be the hard part. Vander was good at it. Silco was, too. Sevika only had to make sure everything kept working once it was all set up. That wasn't the case anymore and there was the smallest part of her that was scared she would fumble it all. That was the hard part of being her, though, wasn't it? She couldn't admit that. He might be able to guess it, but he wouldn't bring it up, and she would never confirm it.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe the whole fact that everyone else from our generation who could have is dead or missing is what decided that," that part Sevika could say with extreme sarcasm. They were gone. All gone. Part of that was her or Silco's fault; the rest was either thanks to Jinx or the Enforcers. If Kiramman's crew hadn't swept up the ones Sevika hadn't killed, they certainly dug themselves in deep to hide, and she wasn't planning on letting them get their foot back in the door if they ever did show their faces.

She took a moment to pick up her drink and, you know, actually drink it, because the thought of picking a Firelight to follow her around was... awful. She could hide her grimace in the glass and once she swallowed past the irritation, she set the drink back down.

"...you are not going to believe this, but the only one I can even picture taking my place in the future is that shithead kid of Benzo's. He's the Firelights leader."

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Vander had already decided what the issue was and why she was even talking to him about this. She wasn't actually after his advice he expected but the affirmation that she could, not that he expected her to ever admit it. He was a good judge of character, and he knew she could cobble together some charisma when she wasn't looking like she was bored or ready to kick someone's teeth in.

"Oh, how unfortunate. Wiping out a generation does limit your options," he agreed without sympathy. They had their reasons for consolidating power in the way that he did, and he had no doubt that it was a finely tuned machine that worked effectively. There were draw backs to every methodology. "Sounds like you're stuck with the youngings. Deal with it. You have what it takes."

He was still nursing his cigarette for that nicotine kick, all of the previous enthusiasm completely vacated. He was simply an old guy having a drink, and while his body language was open, there was a tension along his shoulders that few would pick up. Her. Him. Benzo.

"Ekko," he said with a slight incline of his head. "No surprise. He had the spark for leadership young, just not the means to apply it until older. That one believed in hope where he could." He snorted smoke. "Surprised your take-over didn't kill him, but that one is slippery like an eel."

Bad move, Sevika realized too late. Benzo's death was still an open wound for Vander. He didn't have the years to let it close up into a jagged scar on his heart, but she also knew she couldn't speak of Zaun's future without including Ekko. It was inevitable. So while she recognized the tension, she wouldn't react to it.

Yeah, he had no reason to offer sympathy. She hadn't wanted much of that, anyhow.

"No point in chasing after him until he made himself a problem," she shrugged that off. Ekko had made himself scarce in the aftermath. It wasn't until recently that she even knew he was in charge of those brats on boards, and now they had an unsteady peace. It could shatter at any second, fall back into Sevika's side fighting against theirs...

She also couldn't imagine any of them were thrilled to have her sitting on Piltover's council in their shitty golden tower across the river.

"...but the real question is if he'll want to work with me. He has enough reasons not to, that's for sure." They'd been enemies, thwarting one another whenever they could. "I don't think I'd bring him to the council, though. I'm going to try and rebuild the chembarons--"

Well, not really. She paused there, considering her drink instead. How else could she even explain it?

"Or more like... form a council of our own. Something to replace them."

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i don't have a happy enough icon for this moment XD

thanks she hates this

the hugging will continue until moral improves

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