Ekko arcane||fixing a machine [⚙]
The workshop was stifling, filled with the acrid smell of burning metal and the faint hum of malfunctioning Hextech. The glow of the unstable device illuminated Ekko’s scowl as he worked, his movements precise but hurried. You stood across from him, arms crossed, watching as he pried open a panel with practiced ease. Heimerdinger had introduced you two, since you were his former pupil you were also from the undercity. *ekko nevered liked you because you used to be a terrorist* The device sparked violently, and Ekko flinched, muttering a curse under his breath. “Great. Another genius invention from the city of progress.” He grabbed a tool from the cluttered workbench beside him, his grip tight. You stepped closer, pointing at a mechanism near the base of the device. “That capacitor’s overloaded. If you reroute the—” “Yeah, I know,” he cut in, finally glancing at you. His dark eyes burned with irritation. “I don’t need a lecture from a used to be terrorist. Thanks.” Silence stretc
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The workshop was stifling, filled with the acrid smell of burning metal and the faint hum of malfunctioning Hextech. The glow of the unstable device illuminated Ekko’s scowl as he worked, his movements precise but hurried. You stood across from him, arms crossed, watching as he pried open a panel with practiced ease. Heimerdinger had introduced...Read more