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The undercity39s gonna eat you alive	By : RFsych101 Category: +G through L > League of Legends Views: 359 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The sound of muffled voices and movements slowly brought Caitlyn back into consciousness. The voices seemed to be all around her. She then heard the familiar voice of the yordle, although she couldn’t make out what she was saying. Remembering her last thoughts before she lost consciousness, Caitlyn opened her eyes and looked around her, swiping away at some of her long blue hair which had fallen in front of her face. She then realized she was lying on her side based on how her hair had fallen across her face. She remembered having inhaled the ether-soaked towel in her face. After taking a few breaths and flexing her limbs, she could confirm the effects were indeed gone as she also felt her sense of alertness return. As she looked around, all she saw was darkness.
As she looked down to try and examine her current state, she could see that she was curled up, lying on her side. There also appeared to be some kind of dark grey cloak which had been haphazardly draped around her. It had what smelled like a combination of cheap fragrance and cigarette smoke, and was a dark grey colour. She reached underneath the cloak and realized she was wearing her Enforcer uniform. She knew she was in her disguise when she lost consciousness, so that could only have meant that the worker or someone else must have changed her clothes while she was unconscious. She bristled at the violation to her person, but shelved the thought as she tried to focus on her surroundings.
She looked around and could not find any trace of her backpack with her hunting rifle. She then looked down to look at the floor she was on. Despite the darkness all around her, there was enough of an ambient light that she could make out the floor she was on. It was a dark red, stained wood finish of some sort. Looking closer, she saw that near the edges were small glass bulbs recessed into the floor. Floor lighting of some sort. She then got to a knee and stood up, craning her neck to stretch and get the circulation back as she’d been prone for an unknown period of time. As she did so, she adjusted the loose cloak which had been put on her. It came lower than her skirt, down just past her knees. She was able to adjust the cloak so that both arms were free past her elbows. She then looked straight and saw that she was in a darkened room of some sort, although there seemed to be a slight ambient glow of red.
Looking down, she saw that the floor she was standing on was roughly 3x3 feet, which explained why she was curled up. She took a step forward and bumped against something, startling her and causing her to take an involuntary step backwards. As she did so, she bumped her head against something and, on reflex turned and reached out with her hand, hitting against something. She pressed her hand forward into the darkness in front of her and realized it was a glass wall. Reaching with her hands in front of her, she could hear the squeak of glass as she tapped on its surface before pressing and sliding her hands across the walls.
She looked up to see that there were glass walls on all sides, and they seemed to extend up at least 10 feet to a black ceiling. As the Enforcer looked around and took in her surroundings, she saw that she was trapped in some type of glass booth. She then remembered the yordle talking about a booth of some sort, as it was one of the last things she heard the yordle say before she passed out. It must have been their way of locking her away where no one would find her. She could make out that the glass booth seemed to have a handle on the outside of one wall, revealing that it must have been how she was put into the booth while she was unconscious.
She tried to push against it, but it would not budge. She tried to focus on what she could see outside of the box, but it was hard to see as everything was so dark. She could start to hear voices, that much she was sure of. It was a mix of male and female voices, as well as the yordle’s. The voices seemed to be all around her, causing her to shuffle her feet as she turned in the confined space to try and see out the different sides. She narrowed her eyes, focusing them at the direction of every sound, trying in vain to see where the voices were coming from.
They seemed to be talking in hushed tones, as if whispering while at a theatre performance. She could hear them all around her as she turned around, feeling a heightened sense of anxiety at being in a box surrounded by people she could not see. Even though she could not see anyone, it felt like there were eyes on her. She wanted to shout out for the yordle, to demand to know what was happening, but feeling she’d get no response, she stayed silent and continued to search for signs of movement in the darkness.
The booth she was in was poorly lit, with only the barest of an ambient light reflecting off the glass walls. But still, it was as though she were in a room where the lights were turned off. She tried to summon some sense of calm in that whoever was out there could probably not see her any better than she could see them. But still, she was the one in the booth, and they were… out there, somewhere. she took a breath and moved closer to the glass wall, as if trying to get a closer look at whatever was outside. Her keen eyes narrowed as she was able to make out some details only barely.
She could make out shapes, and then, after focusing her gaze, could see what looked like a figure in front of her, about 10 feet away. It looked like whoever it was, was sitting at a table. Looking at the table, and where she was standing, she realized that the booth she was in appeared to be elevated a foot or two above the level of the table, which was why she found herself looking down at it from an angle. She then focused on the shape at the table she was facing. And the burly outline of the figure sitting at it.
It was hard to make them out. They had a large heavy set build. Based on what Caitlyn could make out from the shape of their head and sheer size of their body, they were definitely not human. They had long pointed ears that protruded almost horizontally to each side, and some kind of antlers or horns that were closer to the top of their mountain-shaped head. Whatever they were, they seemed to jut out upwards at a 45 degree angle to each side. She saw there was a red candle on the table, which was how she was able to barely make out the shape of they physiology. She could see a figure come near them and lean down to speak to them. Based on the shape of the figure, it was likely a worker. The large seated figure seemed to nod at something the worker said, and after a moment she could see, more than hear them laugh, having what appeared to be a casual conversation. The worker then left, disappearing into the darkness as they walked away from the table. Caitlyn could tell from the shape and position of whoever the seated person was, that they were staring right at her. The realization caused her to take a small step back from the glass, and turn to look out one of the other glass wall panels. Partly to look to see what else was in the room, and partly to look away from the figure that she could tell was staring right at her.
As she did so, she turned her attention to each of the remaining three sides of the booth. She could tell that there was some kind of layout to the room, as looking out each side, she could see the rough outline of a similar table approximately 10 feet from the glass. But as she looked, she saw that the figure, or rather, their outline, was markedly different from the first figure she just saw.
Turning to her right, she saw the faint outline of a small yordle, their head and shoulders just barely above the table they were sitting at. She knew it was another yordle, because she could make out the outline of their triangular ears as they twitched and moved. She could make out more details because, due to the yordle’s height, he was closer in level to the red candle that was on the table. The red candles, she realized, were the sources of the ambient glow that was barely lighting the room.
Turning again to her right, she saw what appeared to be a figure with a slight to medium build. They seemed to be the same size as her roughly. They appeared to be wearing something on their face. Caitlyn couldn’t make out what it was despite straining to look harder. She then saw that it was a mask of some sort, as the light from the candle illuminated one side of it slightly, showing that it was indeed a mask. Caitlyn remembered that most of the people she saw at the brothel earlier had masks. But for some reason, that mask seemed… familiar, to her.
She then looked out the last side of the glass booth. To the occupant at the last of the 4 tables surrounding her.
They must have had a heavier build, because their shoulders were large, although one did appear larger and somewhat misshapen. Caitlyn then focused her gaze again, and realized that they were wearing some sort of cloak. Looking harder, she could tell that they were wearing a hood, which was why she couldn’t get an y idea on if they were human, male or female.
Stepping back from the glass, she tried to gather her thoughts and analyze what she saw. It was possible that whoever those people were, they were involved with the bombing. But if that were true, and the yordle had let them know that she was an Enforcer, and that she was looking for whoever was involved in the bombing, then why hadn’t they just killed her, or gone into hiding?
Maybe they thought she had learned something about them during her investigation? So they wanted to know what she knew. Or use her to cut a deal. Yes, that had to be it, the Enforcer reasoned to herself.
It was the only logical reason she was still being kept alive.
What else could it be?
But before she could give more thought to those theories, the yordle’s voice interrupted her train of thought:
“Thank you so much for being here for this special evening, especially on such short notice!”
Caitlyn could hear the yordle speak in a voice loud enough to be heard over the murmuring in the background. After she finished speaking, she could hear the sound of polite applause. For some reason, it caused her anxiety to rise, as the yordle was speaking in a friendly tone as if she were a host, while Caitlyn was trapped in a glass booth. Caitlyn thought she could make out where the voice was coming from, and turned in the direction of it as if trying to see the yordle in the darkness. The brothel owner then continued:
“You’ve all been such valued clients, and have contributed generously with your patronage…”
Caitlyn strained to try and see into the darkness and try to get a better look at the huddled shapes. But all she could make out were the vague shapes of the figures at each of the four tables, as well as the silhouettes of workers walking back and forth between the tables. As she continued to stare into the dark, the yordle spoke again:
“…which is why I called you all here on such short notice.” There was a pause as more applause could be heard in the darkness, followed by hushed voices. The yordle then spoke again:
“Now, we don’t have a great deal of time, so with no further ado, let’s get started on the bidding for this very special item that only very recently… came into my possession.”
Caitlyn raised her eyebrows as she stared into the darkness. A special item that very recently came into her possession…?
For a moment she forgot about her confinement, as her mind raced with possibilities of what that special item might be. The brothel was the kind of place that would attract the lowest and most dangerous of criminals in Zaun, she’d already seen that from the look of the patrons wandering its hallways. It wasn’t a place that would be frequented by regular citizens, or spoken of openly. And it that would have made it the perfect place to traffic in illegal goods.
Illegal goods like weapons. Or another bomb. Like the bomb used at the Progress Day celebration. Yes, that had to be it, she thought to herself. She narrowed her eyes, trying harder to make out if she could see anything resembling a bomb or other type of weapon in the darkened room. Although something did bother her:
Why hadn’t the yordle set the item up in a display and illuminated it so that people could see what she was talking about?
Wouldn’t she want her clients to see the item?
Dismissing that mystery, Caitlyn decided to focus again on trying to see the mysterious item the yordle was talking about. Putting her hands up against the glass, she leaned forward, her face almost touching the glass, and stared intently, her eyes darting from left to right as she turned to each panel, looking out into the darkened room. But it was still too dark to make out anything substantial or recognizable. She let out a breath in frustration, but then listened intently as the yordle then spoke again.
“So, are you ready to see this special item? This special item that you all came here to see? This special item that one of you lucky people will get to walk out of here with?”
A few shouts of ‘yes’ could be heard, exclaiming that they wanted to see it, followed by applause and the sound of hands thumping against the table. The clapping and cheering had begun to grow louder with each word the yordle said, clearly building up to something. Caitlyn found herself becoming just as interested, albeit for different motivations, in getting a glimpse of what everyone there had come to see as the yordle said:
“Well then, let’s turn on the lights so you can all see what you came here for!”
This was it, Caitlyn thought to herself, relieved at knowing that the darkened room was just a way to create suspense and anticipation for the reveal of that item. The darkened room would soon be lit, showing everyone, including herself, what it was that was being auctioned off.
Once she saw the item, she’d find a way to escape, she told herself. The attention would be focused on the item, giving her a chance to slip away when no eyes were on her. And then she’d return with the information to prove the merit of her unsanctioned investigation. Her brows narrowed in concentration, her eyes darting from left to right, anticipating she’d soon catch a glimpse of whatever bomb or other weapon was being auctioned off. She heard a switch somewhere in the room, but then had to shut her eyes as a bright flash suddenly went off.
She shut her eyes and brought her hands up to cover her face on reflex. Her instinct was to look down, but it felt like the brightness was everywhere. She took a breath to compose herself, keeping her eyes closed. As she did so, she could hear gasps and whistles, followed by applause, hushed murmuring, and then an unsettling silence.
Despite her eyes being closed, Caitlyn could tell that the light was still bright. But despite that, she lowered her hands from her face and slowly opened her eyes, wanting to see the item being displayed. The one that had clearly gotten the attention of everyone in the room.
It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust to the lighting as she looked out into the room. She blinked once and focused her gaze to the end of the room, quickly turning her head to take in her surroundings. She quickly processed what she was seeing from the setting. The lighting around her was not bright, but was noticeably better, in that she could now see the room more clearly than before.
The room she was in, was actually smaller than she thought. It was a rectangular shaped room, the size of a large living room. About twice the size of the room she was in with the worker before she was ethered. A size that could accommodate 10-15 people comfortably. The walls were a crimson colour, with tone on tone patterns. There were mounted candles on the walls, approximately two meters apart. There was a door at one corner, a dark brown colour, which was closed. Looking up at the ceiling, she could see that it was a dark grey, making the 12 foot ceiling seem much lower than it actually was. A few lamps hung from it, lit by very weak lights. The low lighting was likely done deliberately, to create a mood for the place, Caitlyn thought to herself. A few red curtains could be seen along the walls. They were similar to the ones she saw along the doorways in the hallway when she first entered the brothel. She could tell that they were there more for decorative purpose than function. She then looked away from the walls to focus on the occupants in the room.
As she did so, she realized something was strange. They, the occupant at their table and the worker serving them drinks, were staring in her direction. She turned around to see what it was that they were staring at behind her, only to see that the people on the opposite side were staring back in her direction as well. Slowly, she looked up and saw that the booth she was in had been lit by lights at the bottom and top, illuminating her from top down. When the yordle asked that the lights be lit, she was talking about the booth that she was in.
She felt a cold sweat wash over her as she caught sight of the yordle near the back of the room, standing on a chair. The yordle was pointing at her, as she said:
“As you can see, this item is quite lovely, don’t you think?” She said enthusiastically to the crowd.
Her comment was followed by enthusiastic clapping and some whistling.
The Enforcer could feel her face redden in shock, fear and anger. SHE was the special item the yordle had called her clients to see. She was the special item that the yordle was going to… sell?
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