The clock is ticking (Zilean centric, +Talon +Lux)

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dPolly

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04-06-2012

"Zilean! Zilean!!" There was no time for the chronokeeper to care about the warnings of his comrades. Here and now, this was the moment to end the madness. At last his illness would be cured. At last he would rest in peace.

The old sorcerer looked at the time-wound opened just in front of him, and knew exactly what to do.
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Prologue

To randomly experience different moments of your life, anywhere, anytime. This was the effect of Chrono-displasia -- an unbearable mental drifting through time. Zilean's existence was a difficult one because of this: Only when he was summoned to the fields of justice he could escape the torment produced by his illness.

But when the summoning was over, it only took less than a day for the visions to come back. Zilean had tried almost everything to get summoned more often by the Institute, but it seemed that people had started to forget about him. And if he didn't get his disease treated soon, the consecuences would be terrible.

There was only one way to achieve his goal: Moving to the Institute. Although it was painful for him to abandon his beloved clocktower, he needed to be close to the summoners. Even if he wasn't summoned, the magic that impregnated the whole Institute would at least provide him some relief.

It was a nice place to be. His illness was constantly being treated by the magics of summoners, he was provided with a small, yet comfortable apartment, and he was closer to other champions, ending his self-imposed social isolation.

"Chronokeeper. It's a pleasure to have you among us" Talon's voice was cold and unsettling, for he was totally void of emotion, thus making him an unwelcoming figure. But he was Zilean's roommate, and as such they had to get used to each other.

The old, time-diseased champion of the League went for a walk, meditating on his new life.
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Note: The story will be written with time-shifts, so be ready to get confused.


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dPolly

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04-07-2012

Chapter one: Talon, Pt1

"I cannot and will not spare my life for that nonsense of a plan"

It wasn't easy to work with someone like Talon. His aparent lack of human feelings already made his company quite unsettling, but nothing bothered Zilean as much as his companion's hate for teamwork. He didn't care much for his mates getting killed, he would just stab, maim and kill his target, then melt into the shadows. Talon did his work on his own. He didn't want others to help him, nor he wanted to help anyone else. His loyalty was to himself.

Zilean, on the other hand, had a quite different personality. He assisted his allies as much as he could, and never doubted in using his time-controlling magic to save others from death, even if it meant leaving himself exposed to enemy attacks. The safety of his friends came first.

This unusual ying-yang relation was, however, although full of discussion, very effective in the fields of justice. Summoners soon noticed the great coordination Talon and Zilean had developed by fighting and living togheter, and started to use their combined powers more often.

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"Chronokeeper, you looked dazzled for a moment" Talon stared at the old man, with intrigue, rather than preocupation.

Zilean's attention on the present disappeared during his mental flashbacks, but he quickly regained consciousness. This time it was different: He wasn't confussed nor in trance, for the constant treating of his illness had greatly helped his condition. Now he was intentionally trying to remember the past days' events, thinking how much things had changed since his arrival on the Institute, and had accidentaly spent too much time lost in his own thoughts.

"It is nothing, my friend. Let us keep going" He replied to the curious Talon, showing nothing but relax in his face.

The sorcerer's gentle tone and calm voice made him quite a likeable person. Although he wasn't very skilled in social matters, most champions of the League considered him as a friend. Others just thought of him as a sympathetic old geezer who speeded up, slowed down, and resurrected people during combat.

I digress. The two champions were walking back to their apartment through the halls of the Institute, after a rather humiliating defeat in the day's last battle. Of course, victory was whitin their grasp, but the over-confidence of their companions was their doom, making the shame of losing grow even greater.

They walked in silence. From time to time they would review what went wrong on their last match and discuss changes to their strategy, but mostly this talks were short, for they were both pretty clever and needed little words to understand themselves.

And it was during this silence that they met Lux, lost among the long, spooky, almost desolated hallways of the Institute of war. The young demacian girl was pretty naive, as most female blondhaired teenagers are, and didn't noticed the personality difference between the idiotic boys who smiled like fools at her grace and beauty, and the cold, emotionless, violent warriors and assassins who hated her constant hapiness. For her, everybody inside the walls of the Institute was a nice guy.

"Hello Mr. Zilean! Hello Talon!" Lux's smile was as bright as the sunshine, and just as bright was the hapiness of youth whitin her hearth.

For a moment there, Talon thought of pulling out a dagger and stabbing her multiple times in the chest. But of course, the rules of the League didn't allow him to do such a thing, and if he was to find General Du Couteau, he had to respect the summoners' foolish regulations.

So, instead of doing or saying something, Talon just emited a "Hmph" sound and waited for the girl to get out of his way. But as Lux started to talk, he then came to regret not sticking up with his original plan of stabbing her.

"I was looking for you!" She constantly smiled and jumped of joy "I can't believe we won that last match! Oh, and I wanted to tell you how nice you fought! Your duo skills are amazing!"

The girl kept talking, and Zilean, always showing patience to others no matter how insufferable they were, kept listening. Talon started to wonder why he hadn't just melted with the shadows and begone, but then remembered how endebted he was with the old man, and how horrible it would be for him to enter one of his time-extasy flashbacking trances while alone.

Talon was now bound to taking care of his comrade. It was a pretty strange thing for him to feel, responsibility and loyalty to those who've done him a good turn. Taking care of someone who usually spends his time with you. Maybe, and just maybe, this was what regular people called "Friendship". But the meaning of that word was, by all means, unknown to Talon. This was just business, no feelings, no strings attached. Void of emotion, as always.

Or, at least, that was what Talon thought to himself, just to try and hide his humanity a bit longer.


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KuzAnn

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04-07-2012

Interesting. I'll keep an eye on this one.

By the way, do you mind suggestions/questions or should I just keep my mouth shut?


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dPolly

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04-08-2012

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By the way, do you mind suggestions/questions or should I just keep my mouth shut?
Suggestions are always welcome. I prefer to read honest opinions than to read nothing.


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dPolly

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04-08-2012

Chapter one: Talon, Pt2.

The assassin couldn't really understand what was going on. The tavern was filled with the usual clouds of smoke, as he and his partner Zilean drank and talked with the other champions. Talon did not care for recreative social interaction; He prefered to be alone. To be with himself, to work for himself, to live for himself. Such was the mentality of one who had grown up in the streets.

But things started to change that night. He was still constantly serious and showed little emotion, yes, but he found joy in that conversation. He enjoyed the company of those intelligent persons, that discussed with him about politics, economy, tactics, culture and art. From time to time their opinions would differ from each other, and that made the conversation even more interesting: Exchanging his arguments, views and beliefs on different matters was far more entertaining than what Talon expected.

"I agree with you, that is a most exquisite painting" Twisted fate lit another cigar, about the sixth one since they started talking "But the creator is no genius, Zilean. Just look at his other works; Most of them are just a weird mix of colours on a canvas with scant beauty or fame"

The old sorcerer took a sip from his whiskey glass and put the cigarrette in his mouth again. Twisted fate's taste for art was obviously more refined than his, but Zilean considered Timar Astius, the creator of the painting, a figure of utmost importance because of the great antiqueness of his works, that also influenced a lot of modern artists.

"While he did not paint many famous pieces, Astius did influence a lot of present-day paintbrush masters" Zilean took a puff on his cigar, and then stared, with a relaxed, friendly face as always, at Twisted fate "His importance cannot be denied"

Talon looked around him for a moment. He was sitting in the same table with his companion, the chronokeeper, and two of their usual teammates: Nasus and the card master. Superficially they had nothing in common, neither their tactics or combat style was alike. But, somehow, they all seemed to fit perfectly in the group. Talon felt relaxed, something that rarelly happened when he was accompanied.

He then thought to himself, "How did this all happen?".

Lux stared at him from afar, while sitting in another table with her teammates, and the assassin, with his accute sense for detail in his surroundings, almost instantly saw her. As soon as their eyes met, they both felt a strong heartbeat as a chill of embarassment appeared in their spines. There was an undeniable mutual attraction.

All this was too much, and Talon couldn't remember how did he end up in the tavern, socializing with others and developing feelings for someone he hated just days ago.
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"Mr Zilean! Wait! I forgot to tell you something!"

Talon was about to explode in anger. He had patiently awaited for the moment when Lux stopped talking, so that he could escort the old man to the apartment. He had to take a deep breath in order to resist the temptation to do something violent.

The chronokeeper had almost no perception of time, and it seemed that there was no end to his patience. He smiled at Lux, and simply replied "Yes, my dear?"

As Lux's mouth opened, Talon automatically got lost in his thoughts, trying to ignore her the best he could, in an attempt to resist the temptation to stab a stupid girl in the back. She quickly finnished her nonsensical, foolish babbling, allowing Zilean and Talon to continue their way to the apartment.

Talon opened the door and let Zilean in. He then closed it shut, and thought of telling the sorcerer to never waste half an hour talking to Lux again, for those thirty minutes had been like hours for him. But the chronokeeper told him something before he was able of opening his mouth, delaying --And eventually preventing-- Talon's scolding.

"Luxanna has told me of a tavern not very far from here, where drinks, music and atmosphere alike are very fine. There we could gather with our team and discuss a proper, coordinated strategy, so that today's error doesn't happen twice"

Talon gave Zilean a serious, almost angry look "Chronokeeper. You already know I dislike company, and that I'll avoid those ridiculous social meetings"

"I do, my friend" Zilean replied, aware of Talon's anger "However, I think that we need greater coordination with our companions... And that, I fear, can only be achieved by knowing them"
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KuzAnn

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04-08-2012

A few spelling/grammar errors for starters, just to neaten it up a bit. These are the ones I could spot/remember.
"confussed" -> confused
"dissapear" -> disappear
"author" -> creator (author refers to writers)

"He didn't care much for his mates getting killed, he would just stab, maim and kill his target, then dissapear in the shadows." -> He didn't care much about his teammates getting killed; he would just stab, maim and kill his target, then melt into the shadows. (Keeping "disappear" is fine, just thought "melt" might sound better.)
"He didn't want others to help him and neither he wanted to help anyone." -> He didn't want others to help him, nor did he want to help anyone else. (Or something around that.)

So why do people assume that the champions actually stay at the Institute? Zilean does make sense given your explanation that close proximity to the Summoners' magic helps to ease the suffering from his disease, but I always assumed that champs were mostly doing their own thing wherever they happened to live and didn't need to be at the Institute since their Summoners could summon them from anywhere. (I believe it was stated in one of the JoJs that Summoners were capable of bringing in their selected champ from anywhere on Valoran.) Not asking you to change anything, just putting the info out there cause you could easily come up with some interesting explanation for why Talon and Lux(and whoever else) are actually staying at the Institute, but it getting brownie points with the League or what have you.

Not trying to be mean or anything with this, just trying to be helpful.


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HuggableZombie

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04-08-2012

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So why do people assume that the champions actually stay at the Institute? Zilean does make sense given your explanation that close proximity to the Summoners' magic helps to ease the suffering from his disease, but I always assumed that champs were mostly doing their own thing wherever they happened to live and didn't need to be at the Institute since their Summoners could summon them from anywhere. (I believe it was stated in one of the JoJs that Summoners were capable of bringing in their selected champ from anywhere on Valoran.) Not asking you to change anything, just putting the info out there cause you could easily come up with some interesting explanation for why Talon and Lux(and whoever else) are actually staying at the Institute, but it getting brownie points with the League or what have you.
I think most people assume that some champions stay. Champions like Riven, who really have nowhere to stay, would stay at the institute because it would be a home. Even Kayle would stay at the institute because of the fact that she doesn't live on Runeterra at all. I could name a few other champions but I don't want to make a list.


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dPolly

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04-09-2012

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Originally Posted by KuzAnn View Post
A few spelling/grammar errors for starters, just to neaten it up a bit. These are the ones I could spot/remember.
"confussed" -> confused
"dissapear" -> disappear
"author" -> creator (author refers to writers)

"He didn't care much for his mates getting killed, he would just stab, maim and kill his target, then dissapear in the shadows." -> He didn't care much about his teammates getting killed; he would just stab, maim and kill his target, then melt into the shadows. (Keeping "disappear" is fine, just thought "melt" might sound better.)
"He didn't want others to help him and neither he wanted to help anyone." -> He didn't want others to help him, nor did he want to help anyone else. (Or something around that.)

So why do people assume that the champions actually stay at the Institute? Zilean does make sense given your explanation that close proximity to the Summoners' magic helps to ease the suffering from his disease, but I always assumed that champs were mostly doing their own thing wherever they happened to live and didn't need to be at the Institute since their Summoners could summon them from anywhere. (I believe it was stated in one of the JoJs that Summoners were capable of bringing in their selected champ from anywhere on Valoran.) Not asking you to change anything, just putting the info out there cause you could easily come up with some interesting explanation for why Talon and Lux(and whoever else) are actually staying at the Institute, but it getting brownie points with the League or what have you.

Not trying to be mean or anything with this, just trying to be helpful.
Thank you, sir. It gets difficult for me to write in english some times.

And about the champions, yes, you're right. In fact, I always imagined Talon not living anywhere, but wandering from place to place in his investigation for Du Couteau, and Lux patrolling the mighty walls of Demacia alongside her brother. But just to keep it simple, I decided to make them stay at the institute. Maybe I'll explain why they're staying there, but that will be at a later date.


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dPolly

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04-09-2012

Chapter two: Luxanna.

It was Lux's plan to invite Zilean and his partner to the tavern. She would meet them there "by chance", and try to get Talon's attention. While the lady of luminosity was a Demacian at heart, she was also young and rebellious, and the crush she had on the noxian assassin was proof to that. To act like a brainless sympathetic girl, however, wasn't helping her. Lux was smart, but thought that her intelligence wouldn't really help her in getting a man's attention.

And she continued to thought so, until that day. Talon was talking with his friends, probably discuting manly stuff. It was the first time she ever saw him being social with others. Although he didn't smile nor laugh, for his attitude was always serious, the assassin did looked comfortable in that little group.

Many questions passed through Luxanna's mind: Could she get to draw Talon's attention by showing how smart she was? Would his group accept her if she attempted to join their discussion? Would they get angry with her if she did something stupid?

Self-distrust. Insecurity. Fear of being ashamed. The poor girl was in love, and didn't knew what to do.
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Talon, dizzy from the smoke, stood up and went outside, trying to catch a few breaths of fresh air. Lux followed him.

It was a fine place to be, outside and beneath the nightsky. Although only half of the moon went out that night, it's shining figure didn't lose any beauty, and together with the stars it created the most glorious work of art ever to appear in Talon's line of sight.

"No matter the catastrophes that occur in our world, the stars will always provide us with their light and beauty" Lux approached, hands on her back, looking at Talon with her pretty cristalline blue eyes, not jumping and laughing like a fool, just looking at him with a sincere smile. Real were her feelings, and real was the happiness she felt whenever she saw him.

"Lady of luminosity, I haven't asked for your company" his cold voice said cruelly, as he tried to ignore her presense, despite the attraction he felt towards the young girl.

Talon knew that feelings that strong were better avoided by someone like him, specially if the woman in question was too much younger than him, and even more if she was a demacian. While he didn't care much for patriotism, his master did, and it was better for him if he didn't had any relation with those who opposed his lord.

Lux felt like punched in the face by Talon's words, but insisted. "Shadow of Du Couteau, can't we get to know each other?"

"Exposing my mind isn't something I find pleasant" Talon replied, while maintaining his emotionless expression "And I don't like other people to share their thoughts, either"

"Can't I at least stay by your side?" The young girl was about to cry, but her pride didn't allow her to do it.

Talon turned his back and stared at Luxanna, and their eyes met once again. There was no denying it: They both felt something for each other. However, Talon was determined to reject the poor girl.

"Stay if you must" Talon said as he turned his back again to look at the stars.


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