The Outsiders | Viktor X Fem OC | Arcane | Completed

Chapter 1 - The Request

Cecil B. Heimerdinger stared intently at the parchment in his hand, his cyan blue eyes reading and rereading the words that were scrawled in the dark ink.

She was coming, she said she would, certainly, she would... right? He'd initially sent a request for her to come quite some time ago, but her response had been slow and even more frustratingly, superficial.

He sighed softly and lightly tossed the paper back onto his desk, using the free hand to flatten some stray fur that had weaseled itself out of place. Surely, she would be able to provide some guidance to Jayce and Viktor in their endeavors, though the last time they'd met, her knowledge of magic had been what little more than the entirety of Piltover knows now, but with how long it'd been... surely....

As much as he'd wanted to help, to research and experiment, to test and push the boundaries of Hextech, he strayed from that long ago. For since the moment it had happened, the memories from back then still haunted him, though his support for the boys' endeavors remained. He was a Councilor now and experimenting was but a small fleeting part of his infinite life, one that no longer pertained to him. He had a city to oversee and an Academy to run. Yes, she'd help... surely. Heimerdinger cleared his throat and hopped off his chair, Porofessor leaping from his bed to follow in his stead.

"Let us go Porofessor, the day awaits our presence," he called back to his beloved poro as the two left side by side and entered into the days' festivities.

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Seika's blue eyes looked the gate to Piltover up and down repetitively, each look becoming more and more overwhelming. People filtered in past the Enforcers that were donned in their best navy and gold uniforms, but it was apparent that the civilians were more focused on their feet rather than the armed men in their surroundings. Her dark brows furrowed a bit and she looked up once again towards the looming pillars that lined the bridge into the city, the large carved faces glowering down over them like overbearing gods. It'd been some time since she stepped into a city as large as this... Quite some time and she shifted in discomfort.

She ran a hand through her hair, her fingers sifting through the dark roots that lightened to silver until she reached the ends that extended to her waist, and then flicked it back over her shoulder. Those same long locks covered the little bag that was so carefully strapped to her through the black leather straps that slipped under her arms, crossed once in the back beneath the bag, and then again in the front just below her bust. She lightly tugged at the long dark blue sleeves covering her arms and smoothed the light blue square-necked top she wore and then strode forward.

Her heeled black boot clicked on the stone walkway as she took her first step, and the rhythmic clicking that came after was somewhat relaxing despite the less-than relaxing circumstances. People pushed against her as they made their way through the border and past the enforcers, given that sufficient paperwork was provided of course.

"Papers," a curt young enforcer asked, hand outstretched when she'd finally approached the front after making it through the throngs of people. Her hand slipped to the little cut out on the inside of her mid-thigh length black skirt, and using two fingers, she pulled forth the letter from Cecil and a small rectangular identification card, which according to what he'd written in his letter seemed to be an ambassador pass. The enforcer whose eyes had been following the unknown woman's every move studied the letter and card, and after confirming the seal and giving her another up-down, permitted her through. It wasn't often that Professor Heimerdinger had visitors, let alone a lone female, but the moment she was past him, he'd forgotten about it altogether when the next person moved forward.

The light to dark blue gradient-colored trail attached to the back of her skirt flowed behind her as she began the walk across the bridge, and as she reached the end, she began to understand why so many were eager to get into the city. There were blimps in the air and signs displaying "Progress Day" accompanied by the image of an individual named Jayce this – "Man of Progress", all scattered throughout the sky and rooftops. People bustled about, carts hustled to get into place, and music echoed from a variety of area within the city.

Seika scrunched her nose, the entirety of it far too overwhelming for her, and she quickly slipped into more deserted alleyways. She stuck to the dark, heading further into the city with very few eyes noticing as she did so.

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The day's festivities blared all around her, but sticking to the quieter areas made things a bit more tolerable, and on more than one occasion, she saved a child, distracted by a mechanical toy or other, from running into one another or even into a pole. The chaos was exhausting and she sighed as the continued making her way, slipping wide distances between people as she passed them by.

All of a sudden, she'd heard a soft boom and looked up, a familiar blue light flashing quickly across the sky. Her own eyes widened and she tore through the square she'd just come upon, rushing to find a better place to view the origin of the sound and light.

Her heels clicked loudly against the path, but nothing so deafening as the boom that continued to reverberate in her ears. The path she turned in was dark and empty, and with little thought after so many years of practice, her form changed, shifting into a hawk and soaring into the air until she settled on the roof of the nearest building. Little sparks of blue erupted from her as she shifted back, settling into a sit on the roof with her legs dangling off the edge. Since she'd stood on the roof, her eyes hadn't left the spherical structure at the top of the tall building. Her smile widened, eyes sparkling as it boomed again, the blue light flashing as someone was transported from here to god-knows-where. She smiled warmly, hearing several gentle soft calls as it happened. So, this was how Piltover had shocked the world, this was their own usage of magic. She bit her lower lip, intrigued by it all, then stood, shifted back into the hawk, and began to fly over the city.

With the wind in her feathers, she soared above it all as she flew towards the Hexgate, wanting to get close enough to echo the calls back to their speaker. She weaved with the wind, encircling the large monument as blue light trickled out from the entrance of the gate, but a loud explosion pulled her from her amazement. Her movements slowed until she was hovering, turning her head as her sharp eyes searched for the source of the blast. When she saw the plume of smoke it took no consideration for her to veer off course, heading in the direction of the docks.

...

It hadn't taken long for her to see the ship in question, burning within brilliant purple flames as a young girl within the fire let off a barrage of bullets at anything that seemed to move. A bright green light caught her eye as it zoomed away from the ship, and it now appeared that there were only two remaining on the main deck of the ship. With the loud flames drowning out their speech, Seika watched as they began to converse, ignoring the bodies that surrounded them. Even from the distance she was at, her sharp eyes could see the conversation was anything but amicable, and she perched, ready to take flight if necessary, but the two spoke, then fled the scene. The fire ravaged, the purple flame continuing to burn the ship as much as possible until enforcers began to show up and put it out.

With a sharp exhale, containing confusion and curiosity, she leapt from the perch, falling, wings just barely outstretched, then opened them at once, catching the thermals that allowed her to glide effortlessly back up into the air. She'd seen enough and began to fly in the direction of a tall and glorious set of buildings, one she could easily assume being Piltover Academy, her one and only destination.

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A.N

I was planning to wait until this book was completed, but I'm deciding not to. I am dedicating this entire book to ArcanistsArchives whose own Viktor FF gave me the courage and inspiration to create The Outsiders. Their support throughout this journey so far has been phenomenal and I cannot thank them enough. 

I appreciate all my readers as well as you've encouraged my writing, which I admittedly, took an extensive break from. I'm excited to see this book grow and flourish under the plans and ideas and bring the research I've done come to life, just a little bit. 

Thank you, everyone, once again for your support, and may the Viktor fans unite!