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melmedarda · 3 months
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⸻ COUNCILOR SHOOLA, Arcane | ep 4
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lullabyes22-blog · 7 months
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Snippet - Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO - Circle of Life
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Jinx is a perfect little (gremlin) hostess.
Forward but Never Forget/XOXO
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"It's Fissure turmeric," Silco says. "We've a fondness."
"I can see that." Salo snatches up a glass of water. His eyes are streaming. "Most—singular." He blots his forehead with his sleeve. "My, er, compliments." His stare falls on the server behind him. "Where's my wine, boy?!"
"I'll get it!"
Jinx is already rising.  Daddy's little helper—and a thief in plain sight. If Silco isn't careful, she'll abscond with the whole carafe, and leave their party dead-sober.
Nothing bores like a sober Piltie. At least the dead ones don't talk.
Much.
Silco stills Jinx with two fingertips on her wrist.
"Sit," he says. "Finish your soup."
Jinx stops short, and sits demurely. But Silco doesn't miss the quick-draw of her finger across her throat. Not a stay of execution, but a playful shorthand: My good manners are killing me. Silco hides a smile. He’s always enjoyed their private language of give-and-take. Father and daughter, united in a common cause: stirring the pot.
The pot, tonight, is the Councilors' heads.
Sweetly, Jinx says, "How's your pudding, Councilor Salo?"
"Mnf," Salo nods, mouth full. "Delicious. What is the flavor?"
"Blackflower."
"A flower?" He swallows. "What kind?"
"It grows in caves," Jinx chirps. "Blooms every Equinox, with spines that look like teeth." She makes a hypnotic hand gesture, unfurling her tiny fingers in imitation of a spiked maw. "Their sap's lethal. But the cave-wasps use it to feed their larvae. The larvae digest it, then poop out a sweet secretion the color of blood."
"S-Secretion?"
"Yep!" Jinx beams. "It's super versatile. Boil it down and it's a sticky glaze. Ice it and it's sherbet. Add flour and it's cake." She taps her nose with a wink. "Here in Zaun, nothing's a-wasted. We recycle!"
Salo puts down his spoon. "You are joking."
"Nah. There's a whole industry. Blackflower honey. Blackflower liqueur. Blackflower gelato. Although the last bit's more entomophagy than scatology, if you catch my drift?"
"No-o...."
"Larvae, Councilor. Sweet, sweet larvae! We whip 'em into a froth, then drizzle 'em with cave-honey, like so—" She mimics a spiral with her finger, before the gesture morphs into a gun. "—blam!" Salo jerks. "The smoothest scoop of sinfulness in Zaun. Your pudding's made from the same ingredients. So's the stew. Even the vole's stuffed with 'em. That's what we call a circle of life. Am I right?"
"I see," Salo says weakly. "Most, ah, educational." He pushes the dish away. "If you'll excuse me..."
His exodus is swift. A lord ready to pledge allegiance to the porcelain god. The rest of the table marinates in silence.
"Yikes." Jinx pouts her lower-lip and blows a puff of air. Blue strands flutter off her forehead. Her eyes, unveiled, are luminous with mock-contrition. "Guess bugs are a bugbear for this crowd. You were right, Silco. Grilled scorpion would've been a bust for the entrée."
Silco smiles. A smile only Jinx can read. "Some topics, child, are better confined to cookbooks."
"And here I thought I was sharing the knowledge. Whetting the appetite. All that jazz." Her lip protrudes cheerlessly. "Boo."
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art-of-arcane · 2 years
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ARCANE | Councilor Shoola Texturing | Maéna Paillet
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HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH !!!!
This is an appreciation post for the Black voice actors (and any Black artists, animators and employees) that worked on Arcane ✊🏾💪🏿
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Black characters that are more than their trauma and oppression. More than what our own society says Black people are. Real representation even if it’s in an alternate universe.
Black people have never been as worthless as we’ve been told we were. Seeing Black characters be voiced by incredibly talented Black people in a massive show like Arcane will always make me feel proud 🫶🏾
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blerdsunited · 2 months
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Shoola from Arcane. #BlackHistoryMonth
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embershroud108 · 1 year
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I actually really dig the theory that Shoola is Evelynn in disguise.
They have the same voice actress, and Shoola, very prominently, has Evelynn's claws.
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moonsdancer · 2 years
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there are 3 kinds of fan predictions for the fate of mel medarda in the s2 premiere...
all credit to the meljay discord
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desmyblank · 2 years
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Eeeeeeh, another one based on a fic 👉👈 This one is from chapter 1 of the fic Breaths We Dare To Take, by @void-spells
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chatitajens · 1 year
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i’m just starting arcane i gotta adopt all the black characters you already know this is FAMILY!
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bluedaddysgirl · 5 months
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Do you have any headcanons/thoughts on the Piltover Council that aren't directly part of the story and/or related to the central characters? The wiki has their names but any actual details are scant, to say the least. How do you think the Councilors get their seats? Jayce was voted in by other Council members and Heimerdinger had been there since the founding, but what about everyone else?
I don't have any super solid headcanon... But I remember thinking, while considering Bolbok and his mysterious people, that Heimer probably founded Piltover to be a 'refuge' away from mages, and that Bolbok or one of his people must have been founding members, alongside at least one clan of humans.
Clan Ferros is surely one of them? They're only name dropped by Mel at the start, and the LoL character Camille is part of it. She's speculated to join in season 2. Clan Ferros reminds Mel that it's through 'their innovations' that she's the richest woman in Piltover (yet the poorest Medarda). So either they're on the council, or they're her direct subordinate house.
But it speaks of what's valued in Piltover. At least at the start. And valued by Heimer too : innovation. Science. Discoveries.
So I feel like everyone who took refuse with Heimer (and Bolbok?) had an inclination for science. The original council was smaller, and expended as houses came to wield more influence and power. At some stage, there clearly was a shift towards business and profit. Progress without end.
As a result I think councilors get their seat through convenience. A majority of members want them around, or they've accumulated enough power to be a disturbing force if they're outside the Council... It became quite political, as Jayce's appointment shows. They clearly don't need a politician, or the head of a house. All they need is someone like Mel to spin a good yarn. Most of the Council is appointing Jayce to cover their ass.
I sadly have no opinions or ideas about the humans on that Council. :/ There's simply too little known about them. Heck we know more about the chembarons who have ONE scene.
I'm especially curious about Shoola, and whether her mechanical collar is a tie to Bolbok's people or not.
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melmedarda · 4 months
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"Fundraiser's going well. Your mother would be proud."
⸻ ELORA, Arcane
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lullabyes22-blog · 7 months
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Snippet - Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO - The Council
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Silco meets the Council. And ponders his history.
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Hatred rises like a toxic effervescence in Silco’s veins.
(These Pilties, eh, Vander?)
(These fucking Pilties.)
In a city whose lifeblood is old money, they are the crème de la crème: an elite group steeped in Piltover's rich heritage of trade and commerce. A century ago, the city was a drowsy backwater, a middling port of fishing settlements and warehouses. The Council's forefathers were Shuriman midshipmen, Ionian merchants, Noxian brigands and Demacian bureaucrats. Men and women who made their fortunes through sheer tenacity and hard graft.
Then came the boom.
Beneath the settlement lay caverns with rich deposits of minerals. Soon, smelters dotted the waterfront, and shipyards sprang up along the bay. Steel became gold. Iron turned to platinum. The age of industry dawned: Piltover blossomed into a manufacturing metropolis.
Then came the Void Wars. In a trice, the city's population doubled. Zhyunian refugees fled by boat; Noxian merchants came by steamships; Demacian scholars boarded trains and Freljordians rode in on zeppelins. Language diversified; the city grew cosmopolitan.
In the coming decades, successive waves of migrants were swept onto Piltover's shores: from noble families seeking to expand their power across Valoran to small-town traders laden with cheap luggage and big dreams. By the century's end, they'd propelled Piltover into a global megacity of palatial mansions, art deco skyscrapers and pristine streets hosed clean every morning before the business hubs threw open their gilded gates to the bon ton.
The population boom meant more houses to build, more food to eat, more clothes to wear. All of which required labor, capital investment, and raw materials.
All of which came from the Fissures.
In theory, the Undercity should have prospered hand-in-hand with Piltover. Yet little of the riches from the Fissures’ recesses was ever relished by the Fissurefolk themselves. They were cut from a different cloth from their over-the-Pilt brethren. Their ancestors were miners and craftsmen, not shipmasters and merchants. Their culture was a clotted stew of customs and dialects; most didn't even speak Piltovan. They weren't born in the city itself but in its shadow, living in close-knit riverside settlements and twilit caverns.
Physically, they resembled deepwater piranhas compared to their sun-kissed kin—narrow bones, wan skins and sharp teeth. Culturally, they were foreigners. And socially, they were inferiors.
Their economy was a rich relic of the Oshra Va'Zaun empire. Their gemcraft and metalworking industries were well-established. Their artisans were peerless and prolific. Their alchemical scholars were the backbone of innovation. They had a robust labor force, a thriving entrepreneurial class, and a history of keen ingenuity.
Their forbearers traded along a flourishing network of maritime ports and river routes. They bartered with Bilgewater; bankrolled the gold mines in Shurima; forged trade deals with Ionia. They even had stakes in the black markets of the Shadow Isles and the mercenary guilds of Noxus.
They did business with every corner of Runeterra. And they did so proudly.
A century's time would turn the glad tidings into bitter tides.
During the first wave, the Undercity's wealth was a windfall for Topside. The demand for labor and resource was insatiable. But the Undercity's resources were finite. When Piltover's population ballooned after the Void Wars, the Fissurefolk were forced to compete. Lacking the natural advantage of fertile terrain and plentiful sunlight, they had no choice but to cut corners. In a trice, the factories and mines teemed with orphans and the elderly, each one paid starvation wages and offered none of the protections aboveground. By the century's end, the Undercity was squeezed dry, a sweatshop with a single employer.
Piltover.
As the upper-city's wealth quadrupled, mercantile clans rose up, each vying for control over the mineral deposits in the Fissures. These overlords were no friends of the poor. Their purview was profit, and profit meant one thing above all else:
Exploitation.
Their first order of business was stymieing the Undercity's trade routes and keeping its resources under lock and key. The collapse of the old Sun Gates and the flooding of the Undercity’s ports gave them the perfect pretext. The borders were sealed off in the guise of a safety net. The only routes were now through Piltover's Bridge, and each shipment was heavily taxed.
In time, the Undercity’s local markets choked. A slow strangulation of wealth reduced former artisans and alchemists to scavengers. Tariffs trapped them in a perpetual cycle of debt and debasement. Once-proud traders stooped to selling their own daughters for coin. Others tipped over into outright smuggling.
Then Piltover launched its second phase: a systematic strangulation of the Undercity's voice.
Fissurefolk were barred from owning or leasing property aboveground. Their children were denied access to Topside schools. Their customs were deemed barbaric. Their traditions were branded as backward. Their dialect was derided as guttural filth. They were derogatorily referred to as Sumprakers—as if their entire existence was an aberration.
By the century's end, Piltover had transformed from a trading partner into a hegemony. The Fissurefolk were no longer perceived as citizens, but as the Other.
An enemy within.
Soon, Topside began consolidating power by buying up land around the Fissures. Displacing the poor and demolishing their homes, they drove them deeper and deeper belowground, while putting the leftovers to use. Historic districts were privatized. Temples were razed. Marketplaces were shut down. The Undercity was reduced to a febrile womb of raw material, ready to be ravaged.
And ravaged it was.
When the first mining rig was installed, the Fissurefolk rioted. The unrest was put down. More mines followed, and more violence. It wasn't until the Enforcers were established as a body of justice that the tide turned in Topside's favor. These overseers were a law unto themselves, their ranks composed of mercenaries and miscreants. Their uniforms were black; their hearts were blacker. Their methods were a brutal amalgam of medieval torture and modern bureaucracy.
Under the banner of peace, the Enforcers were tasked with quashing dissent belowground.
They did so—brutally.
Piltover's third phase was total dominion.
The first mercantile houses had grown rich off the Undercity's spoils. But the new generation hungered for something more: absolute rule. They were no strangers to political maneuvering. Their forefathers had been shrewd tacticians: men and women who'd honed their wits through war, diplomacy and backroom deals.
They knew how to twist the knife, and keep their own hands clean.
Before long, they'd allied with Piltover’s industrial magnates and the monied elite. Together, they formed a cabal of oligarchs, each as ruthless as they were influential. Thus, the Council was born: a body of seven self-appointed sovereigns charged with regulating trade, enforcing laws and levying taxes.
They saw the Fissurefolk as a means to their own end. Disregarding their petitions for better sanitation, downplaying the contributions of their labor, and turning a blind eye to the rampant pollution, they proceeded to carve the Undercity's soul from its body.
When the Fissurefolk protested, the Council responded with Enforcer raids.
And bloodbaths.
By century's end, the Council had built a wall of bureaucracy between themselves and the Fissurefolk—most of whom were treated with neo-colonial contempt. Meanwhile, their wealth continued to reach dizzying heights, with every merchant ship that sailed through the port's grand arches and every sculpture patronized by celebrated virtuosos in their mansions.
The Hex-Gates only quadrupled their fortunes. With every invention by Talis, investors flocked and the Council’s influence grew. The wealth they had hoarded was now limitless. They could build a brand-new city, if they so desired. But why should they, when the Trenchers had already done the hard work for them?
Today's Council—Hoskel, Salo, Bolbok, Shoola, Medarda, Kiramman—are Piltover's pivotal political force, decreeing laws with a gesture from their grand parlors. They're the ones who decide whether jobs are created or lost, how many schools are funded, what taxes are levied.
They make decisions that affect every citizen in the city—every bloody day.
They are also corruption incarnate. Yearly, they’ve swallowed over one-third of the allocated Undercity budget, without accounting for a single cog. Between them, they preside over an empire of private business interests in everything from real estate to racehorses, stowing away their wealth in Demacian bank accounts, Noxian jewelry splurges and private islands dotting the annexed Ionian shores.
To them, Silco's coal-mining origins are as offensive as a rat turd in their caviar. Among Topside's upper-crust, he's a social climber, a rabble-rouser, and a scabrous opportunist. He wasn't born into privilege: he made his wealth through the cutthroat crudeness of industry.
More offensive still, he keeps a singlehanded stranglehold on his fortune, no different from a smuggler stowing all his coins in his codpiece. He never invests in stocks or allows Piltovans to buy shares in his enterprises. Like his factories, everything he owns belowground—publishing houses, restaurant chains, repair garages, gyms, nightclubs, salons—employs Fissure-bred workers, and is rumored to be a front for funding anarchism.
As if that weren't bad enough, he has no inhibitions in debating money or politics in their glittering ballrooms. Worse, he mocks them for entertainment—all while displaying impeccable manners.
Case in point—
With grave courtesy, Silco bows his head, "Councilors."
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art-of-arcane · 2 years
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ARCANE | Council Room 3D Environment | Simon Magnan
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mollysunder · 7 months
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Lunari Heritage in Zaun
This is gonna be a reach, but from the little we've seen of Vi and Jinx's mom and younger Silco, I'd guess they were both from the same ethnic group.
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In a place like Zaun, where the people are left with scraps, any piece of jewelry sticks out. Vi's mom and Silco are both wearing similar pieces of jewelry. Silco's bracelet could likely be fitted as a necklace since it twice wraps over his wrist. Neither are wearing anything of high quality, but the necklace and bracelet in their respective pictures seem decently maintained if not worn. That's when I thought, these are probably heirlooms.
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In fact they looked pretty similar too, but in smaller scale of the princess's own pendants. I wouldn't bring this up if it weren't for the fact that Piltovans prioritize elaborate art-deco aesthetics, the more elaborately geometric the better (Councilor Shoola). So you would assume even the simplest jewelry would be a square pendant or a straight line. But no, big plain circles, and then I remembered we saw that before, on the princess Ambessa killed. Big bronze circles.
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And when we look at young Vi , you notice that she's wearing jewelry too. A simple necklace with a green (it looks green) gem. And I realized that the princess's necklace was also adorned green gems.
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I'm pulling from scraps, but it's interesting that small things these Zaunites have to adorn themselves (though not for long with the time skips) are similar versions if not simpler version's of the princess's.
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At first I thought this meant that many of the cast were actually of Ionian descent. But then in the Princess's scene a thought kept coming back to me, "Why is Mel wearing purple?". Mel, a skilled diplomat from a young age, typically wears the main colors of the nations she hosts and is hosted by. White for Piltover, Black for Noxus (Ambessa), and always with her signature accents of gold. So if Mel followed her mother to Ionia ,where green is a culturally significant color, why purple? It's because Mel and Ambessa weren't in Ionia, they were in Targon fighting the Lunari.
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The Lunari are Rakkor tribal people in the Targonian region who worship the moon, and are persecuted for it by the Solari, the religious order that worships the sun. While technically Mt. Targon is influenced by Mt. Olympus and Greek mythology aesthetic, that's more the case for the Solari. Overtime the Lunari aesthetic has been mixed it's originally nomadic culture with East Asian influences. The prominent colors of the Lunari happen to be turquoise, silver, black and purple. It was such a little thing to remember but it made me see connections I hadn't thought about.
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Suddenly everything starts to connect. The bronze coins represent the 3 moons that exist in Arcane's Runeterra. How do we know there are 3 moons, because the Valdiani piece Jinx stole was depicting their planet. In the Valdiani there are 3 orbits circling the Earth, meaning 3 moons (or satelites). Now the engraving on the gold of the princess's necklace makes sense, because it's supposed to resemble the gates at the peak of Mt. Targon. The pendant itself is shaped like the mountain with the gates fitted at the top.
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Frankly, it works for the Princess to have been Lunari and waves of descendants of the Lunari to arrive in Piltover and end up in Zaun. In Arcane, Piltover was created as a safe haven to escape the Rune Wars 200 years from the start of the show. Even after the Rune Wars ended the shipping port has likely seen waves of migrant labor and refugees from the ongoing crisis that occur in Runeterra (*cough*Noxus*cough*). It's likely that many of the current generation of Zaunites are of mixed heritage of the various fleeing people's.
It creates a whole new dynamic of the ways in which Piltover's laws, their Ethos, strips the people of Zaun from their identity and reducing them to tools for the mines. Magic is inherently a part of religious ceremonies and religion in general in Runeterra, especially for the Lunari. How do you practice your religion in a place that has banned the means by which it's conducted? There must have been more people like the Lunari who didn't have a problem with their magic, their problem was that they were being persecuted.
The remnants of family keepsakes brought over as communities fled were clung to as best as possible especially as they had to let go of part their spiritual identity. But even that doesn't seem to have lasted either. Vi doesn't keep her necklace, her mother is dead, so lost is her necklace, and we never see Silco wear his bracelet. They could have been stolen, or at best, hidden for safe keeping, maybe Enforcers get suspicious at the hint of mysticism and suddenly they want to talk.
Finally, maybe a little less related, it is interesting how prominent Piltovans and Zaunites take on day and night aspects. The sun shines over Piltover at their best, begins to set at times of uncertainty. While in the cover of night with moon above, the strongest Zaunites strike hardest. One more thing, it is interesting how Arcane's Jinx has taken on darker tones of purple rather than stick with neon pink. I always have to go back and look at a reference to remember that her pants are purple-er than I recall.
Update: I wanted to include that the large doodle Jinx made on her cup actually looks similar to the Lunari's sigil. And the sigil remains on the cup into the timeskip, also the center moon is made smaller within the crescent like in the necklace. I also noticed Jinx's cup later has more violent bomb imagery around it.
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thedustybunny · 6 months
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Chamomile kisses - Chapter 10
Viktor (Arcane) x Fem!Reader
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As days passed, (Y/n) delved deeper into her research on the peculiar yellow flower from the Zaun forest. The potential of this discovery was exhilarating, and her mind buzzed with the myriad of possibilities. She tirelessly analyzed the properties of the pollen, noting its vasodilative effects on the human body. This was groundbreaking, not just for herbal medicine but for modern medicine as well. The medicinal applications seemed endless, ranging from treating high blood pressure to addressing heart failure, and who knew what other conditions could benefit from this newfound knowledge.
Yet, amidst this scientific excitement, (Y/n) couldn't help but wonder about Viktor's absence. Had he been avoiding her? Or was he preoccupied with his own work? The uncertainty nagged at her, but she knew her research was crucial, so she pressed on.
As her findings continued to flourish, (Y/n) took a significant step by scheduling a meeting with the council. She hoped to persuade them to allocate resources for a greenhouse at the academy, a space where she could further develop her discoveries and adapt them for various medical applications. It was a bold move, but she believed in the potential of her work to transform the world of medicine.
The day of the meeting had arrived, and (Y/n) stood resolutely before the council members. The faces of Bolbok, Kiramman, Hoskel, Medarda, Salo, Shoola, and Heimerdinger stared back at her, a mix of anticipation and curiosity in their expressions. (Y/n) had garnered considerable support from them in the past, but today she was requesting a substantial increase in funding, a decision that would carry a significant cost.
Viktor, positioned among the onlookers, watched with a cold and unyielding gaze.
Undeterred, (Y/n) began her presentation, outlining the importance and potential impact of her research. She passionately described the vasodilative properties of the Zaun forest flower and how it could revolutionize both herbal and modern medicine. The council listened intently, and as the room gradually settled, Heimerdinger, the most senior council member, voiced his support for (Y/n)'s project.
"I don't see why not to grant this," Heimerdinger said, his eyes twinkling with curiosity. "Unless anyone has any objections, we will provide the necessary funding."
A spark of joy lit up (Y/n)'s face upon hearing these words. She was so close to achieving her dream, but that dream was suddenly cast into doubt by Viktor's sharp voice. He stood up, taking the opportunity to voice his numerous objections.
Viktor vehemently argued against (Y/n)'s herbal remedies, denouncing them as pseudoscience that had no place within the academy. He claimed that such funding could be better utilized in more worthwhile areas of research, dismissing her work as a stain on true scientific progress.
The atmosphere in the council chamber became tense as Viktor launched into his objections, his words a sharp contrast to Heimerdinger's earlier support.
"You can't seriously be considering funding this nonsense!" Viktor exclaimed, his voice dripping with disdain as he pointed at (Y/n) and her presentation. "Herbal remedies have no place in our pursuit of true scientific advancement. We should be allocating our resources to projects that actually matter."
(Y/n) bristled at Viktor's words, her frustration evident. "Viktor, I've presented evidence of the potential benefits of this research. It could save lives, revolutionize our approach to medicine—"
Viktor interrupted, his tone cutting. "What you're proposing is a waste of valuable resources. We need to focus on technological advancements, not rely on outdated practices."
Council members exchanged glances, some appearing torn by the debate unfolding before them. Hoskel, known for his pragmatism, spoke up, addressing Viktor. "While we appreciate your perspective, Viktor, we should consider all avenues of research. If (Y/n) believes this could yield promising results, it's worth exploring."
Viktor scowled but didn't back down. "You're all blinded by sentimentality. This is about science, not feelings."
(Y/n) shot back, her voice determined. "And science is about progress, innovation, and the pursuit of knowledge. Closing off potential avenues of research is a disservice to our commitment to advancement."
The debate continued, the room filled with passionate arguments from both sides. It was clear that this decision would have a lasting impact on the academy's direction and (Y/n)'s future.
The room seemed to hang on a precipice as (Y/n) and Viktor locked eyes, their argument escalating. Heimerdinger's voice, when it came, was a bellow that echoed through the chamber. "Enough!"
The council members fell into immediate silence, their attention drawn to the diminutive yordle at the center of the room. He gave Viktor a brief, sympathetic glance, knowing the inner turmoil his protege must be experiencing. "Viktor, my dear boy," Heimerdinger began in a voice that was both gentle and firm, "we value your concerns. Science, after all, thrives on skepticism and debate. However, we must also consider the potential benefits to the academy. The revenue generated from (Y/n)'s research could fund countless projects for generations to come."
Heimerdinger turned his gaze towards (Y/n), a twinkle of approval in his eyes. "And that's why, (Y/n)," he addressed her, "you will be granted the permission and funding to continue your work."
Viktor tried to interject, his frustration palpable, but Heimerdinger cut him off with a raised hand. "Enough," he reiterated, his voice commanding. "This session is over."
With those words, the council members began to disperse, leaving behind a defeated Viktor and a triumphant (Y/n). It was a moment of victory for her, yet the growing divide between her and Viktor couldn't be ignored, casting a shadow over her elation.
As the council meeting concluded, (Y/n) couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Triumph coursed through her veins, the sweet taste of victory lingering on her lips. She had won this battle for now, securing the funding and permission to further her research. It was a significant step forward in her quest to revolutionize medicine.
However, she couldn't ignore the heavy atmosphere that had settled in the room, much of it emanating from Viktor. His defeat was palpable, and his resentful glare bore into her back as she made her way out of the council chamber. The divide between them had deepened, a vast chasm of opposing beliefs and priorities.
Outside the meeting room, (Y/n) couldn't help but ponder the cost of her victory. Her once-friendly interactions with Viktor had devolved into bitter arguments and icy silence. The camaraderie they had once shared seemed irreparably shattered.
Jayce, who had been observing the proceedings from the sidelines, approached (Y/n) with a congratulatory smile. "That was quite the battle in there," he remarked, clearly impressed.
(Y/n) returned his smile, though it was tinged with sadness. "Yes, i suppose…" she sighed, casting a glance back at the council chamber where Viktor remained, a solitary figure surrounded by fading echoes of dissent.
With the victory she had long sought now in her grasp, (Y/n) couldn't help but wonder if it was worth the growing chasm between them. The path of progress had a price, and she had just taken a significant step down that road, leaving a deep divide in her wake.
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What the Hell is This Feeling?
by SensibleBottom
"...So I'm not actually sick?"
The nurse chuckled. "No, kid. I believe you have a case of the big old crush on someone."
"A what?!" Vi's eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "A crush? No way. That's not it. I'm just stressed or something." _ Vi doesn't have a crush. She really doesn't. That's not possible at all.
Words: 2775, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F
Characters: Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn (League of Legends), Shoola (Arcane: League of Legends), Jayce (League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Vander (League of Legends), Miss Sarah Fortune
Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Vi has a crush on Caitlyn, Everyone knows but her, Even Caitlyn knows, She's smitten by this stubborn idiot, Vi tries really hard to act like she doesn't care, How long can Vi stop herself from admitting she can feel more than two emotions, Fluff and Humor, Jinx Goes by Powder (League of Legends), Oblivious, Yearning
Read on A03. from AO3 works tagged ‘Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)’
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