Within the recent weeks, The Emperor of Noxus has succumbed to an illness and left the throne empty. Now many dictators wage political yet underhanded warfare against one another for leadership. Noxus was in need of a true leader. One that carried t...
After crawling to my feet and getting an ice pack for my future children, I paid off my minor tab cause I could afford too and I wouldn't be able to later knowing me. The walk home was.... FUCKING HORRIBLE! My balls still ache for one thing which made my legs not want to function properly. People were pretty much laughing at me once they figured out why I had a funny walk. I've been humiliated and made fun of for a lot of different reasons yet no matter how many times I endure them, it never gets any better. By the end of the day, the whole situation is stupid.
When I made it home, I summon the key to my hand. Because my ability, I can classify whatever I've caused harm with as a weapon. I attacked Jerome with this key once and it actually worked. That's what the fucker gets for eating my fries. Arsenal is a pretty common power to have but only a select few utilize it like me. As I walk inside, my first instinct after closing and locking the door was to proceed to the extra room I had. My houses layout was simple. To the left was the kitchen that connected into the dining room and to the right was the living room.
They were separated by a wall and a staircase to the second floor on the living room side. Underneath or behind the staircase was a door that led to the basement. Up the stairs were 3 rooms. A bedroom, a bathroom and the extra bedroom this house had. I turned it into my collection display room. Despite the harrowing trip up the steps with my broken testicles and half operating legs, I made it too the room and saw everything was as it was. This was a family tradition of mine. Past down from generations is a collectors addict. Specifically for weapons.
This addiction goes back as far as 500 years. Even my ancestors had a desire to increase their collection size though it was my great great grandfather that started the weapon collection. Each of my fathers had the same power as me which is unlikely to happen, but it did. I had about 59 different weapons in this room and still counting. I made sure specifically that Lionheart and Beowulf were in their respective locations which they were. I would need to clean Beowulf though since there was some blood present. Some of the weapons also appeared to be a little dusty. Damn human skin.
Luckily, I still had some polish left. I don't know if it'd be enough though. Might just take them into the backyard and practice them for a moment, that'll get the dust off though it won't look as pretty as I want them too. Though my collection was my heart and joy, there were plenty of bitter memories I'd rather not revisit. Not that I'm given a choice. I grab a weapon by its handle and remove it from the rack it was hung on and give it a quick observation.
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According to some historian from Ionia, this thing was called the Dakra Prime. During some age I had no idea about, Shurima had discovered technology and made use of it alongside magics. From their forges, this blade was made. Given and used by captain level personnel, it acted as a sign of authority. Ya know, until some shit happened and Shurima ditched technology. I do care about the story a little but I've never been good on the details of some of these things. I actually took it with me to Piltover one time just to identify its metal and they couldn't figure it out. When they offered to buy it off me, I turned that shit down immediately.
As I put the blade back in its little home, I gaze at a few other weapons. Not all of them were collected by me. Some were hand me downs. Dakra Prime included. I may know a bit about their story but I have no clue as to how some were obtained and none of the old men before me were in a talking mood. Feeling that tinge of satisfaction, I left the room to go get washed up for the night. I took a warm shower and messed with my hair for a bit. It had grown out quite a bit and was looking a little rough. If I don't wash it thoroughly, I'll look like an anime protagonist in the morning.
Once done and in some comfy clothes for the night, I grab my phone and dial up my boss's number. It rung twice before I heard a voice on the other end.
Shelly: You're calling behind schedule. What's your reason this time?
Y/N: Would you believe me if I told you a woman kicked me in the nuts at the bar?
Shelly: I'm only surprised it finally happened this month. You almost had a clean record.
Y/N: At least I made it too my house and a quick browse at my collection helped me forget it faster.
Shelly: That's not how that... Whatever. What matters is that your ready to use those toys.
Y/N: We got a target tonight? That was fast.
Shelly: Please, the lower class political figures are dumb to think they're untouchable. This guy made it even easier.
I hear her typing something on her computer. Shelly is Cheetah Vastayan that I dated back in Middle School. She's a bitch but not as bad as she was before we dated. Now she's more tolerable and we work for... I guess the best way to put it is the common folks. All of the dead politics are either not good enough or do something to upset them. It's their fat pockets that keep a roof over my head. So long as I complete the contract. Shelly will transfer a certain percentage of their funds to me and her. We can't take all of it of course since we can't risk getting caught my law enforcement. What we're doing is totally illegal, I joined in on this for more personal reasons.
Shelly: Willaim Lucas is the target. He'll be hosting a party tomorrow night at Club Jenova's third floor.
I couldn't help but groan loudly. Club Jenova was a place for stuck up assholes who had too much time and money. They made up about 90% of the usual crowd and parties were even worse.
Shelly: Quit whining like a bitch. You know you'd love any and every opportunity to make a mess of the place. Especially if it involves money.
Y/N: I ain't that greedy!
Shelly: Well you'll be indifferent to know that I've already hacked into his personal account information and am viewing over 3.4 million dollars and counting. He even lacks state of the art account security. Idiot.
Holy smokes bat guy! The conveniences of dumb people never cease to amaze. Yes, our technology here was limited but like every other country, we had a similar money system. We paid in gold coins but can turn them into digital cash for storage. This we usually go to the bank to do and have phones to monitor our digital wallets. This is why Piltover is the most loved city in Runeterra cause they actually helped just about everyone's economy. Even if some of us are paranoid that they plan to take over the world someday.
Y/N: You Piltover folks are scary. Next thing you're gonna tell me is that you have full security footage.
Shelly: That's currently on download and I should have it in about 10 more minutes.
People from Piltover and Zaun are the spawns of high tech Satan. What's even worse is that I've never seen Shelly's location. Maybe she has an underground lair filled with bats and dressed up like a rodent vigilante. I defiantly shouldn't entertain that thought but I'm going too anyways.
Y/N: Well then Rat Girl, I'll leave you to your devices. I am going to go make some dinner, eat it and go to bed.
Shelly: Alright, I'll... Wait did you just call me-
I hung up before she could complete that sentence. The worst she could do is rob me and I'm hardly worth robbing anyways. Not when she gets a far better source of income from dead guys.
Y/N: I think I'm gonna have some nice hot spaghetti tonight! Chef Y/N, away!
