Piltover - Vi Meets Camille (A snippet from an RP post that was never made)
I wanted to join a League roleplay, but the rules make it hard to jump right in as any champion I wished. I understand why the rules exist, but it doesn't make sense to me why only one person can play each champion at a time. I'm so used to forums where roleplays are being constantly created every day, and anyone can join at any time. If you found someone you enjoyed writing stories with, you often struck up a friendship and continued to write with them, sometimes for months or years.
I wrote this up with the intention of joining a Piltover-themed RP, but in the end, I backed out because Vi was taken. If anyone's interested in starting up a private RP or just playing a few games on Summoner's Rift, feel free to shoot me a message or reply to this post. I really love to write and tell stories, I just don't know who to share them with.
Vi covered her face with her metal gauntlet. The blood seemed to stretch for miles across the brass cobblestones, the stench becoming stronger and more vile. Vi clenched her fists. Who was it this this time? Warwick? Kayne? Singed? She turned around the corner and ran down Bilsbury Alley. What she saw when she reached the end of the blood trail chilled her heart. There was nothing there. No bodies, no weapon, no murderer. Nothing. Just a large smudge of red on the cobblestones. It was as if the bodies had been hoisted away into the air by a dragon. But dragons and other beings with natural magick were all but banned from Piltover. If hextech was the democratization of magick, and natural magick, as it was found in the savage land of Ionia, was anarchy, and Vi didn’t side with anarchy. Not anymore. A murder without a murderer was typical, almost expected in Piltover. But a murder without a victim? She heard fabric rustle above her. Vi threw herself out of the way as a blade sliced through the air, shattering the cobblestones where she had been standing. Vi tumbled over the ground, fists over feet. Instead of reaching for her gun, she raised her fists. A figure stood up in the darkness, almost as dark as the shadows around it. Vi pushed herself to her feet and dashed after the dark figure. They ran until they reached the end of the alleyway. “Piltover Law Enforcement! Hands up over your head where I can see ‘em!” A woman’s laugh echoed through the alleyway, as dark and toxic as the Zaun Gray. “But, my dear girl . . . I am the Law.” The woman in the shadows turned around and walked toward Vi. Through the darkness, Vi could hear the sound of a blade scraping against the brass cobblestones with every step. In the darkness, the figure’s eyes glowed the same eerie silver-blue as the circle of light glowing from her chest. Vi saw the blades first. They were long and straight-edged like a Demacian blade, and completely clean of blood. The figure stepped out of the shadows. Her face was beautiful the way a cut hextech gem was beautiful, all chiseled angles. A stray lock of white hair had fallen out of place from her bun. She pushed it behind her ear unhurriedly, as if she’d use her wealth to buy all the time all the world. Vi lowered her arms. “You.” She’d seen that face a million times before. It was plastered over inch of brick and steel in Piltover. And when the seasons shifted and the Zaun Gray wept, the fliers fells and her face littered the brass cobblestones like a thousand sepia-toned leaves. The Steel Shadow wasn’t a criminal. Worse. She was an artistocrat, the Principal Intelligencer of the secret-shrouded Clan Ferros. And if she won the public’s favor, she would rule Piltover. Camille eyed Vi’s metal gauntlets. “Precision is the difference between a butcher . .. and a sergeant. And you, Officer Vi . . .” She smirked. “. . . are no sergeant. My goodness, do you really fight crime with those toys taped to your arms?” “At least I still have a heart that beats.” Camille’s lips twitched. One moment, Camille was there. The next moment, she was not. “So much good that a beating heart does for you, officer Vi.”
Vi gasped. Camille was dangling above her by a steel cable, like a perfectly poised mechanical spider. Camille spun through the air and lowered herself to the ground beside Vi without a sound. “When I peer into your heart, I see fear. Tell me, what is it you’re afraid of?” Vi clenched her fists. “It’s nothing.” Camille smirked. “Don’t lie to me, officer. I follow the news. I’ve heard the stories. In fact, I sometimes publish those stories as I see fit. Tell me… what is the cause of your troubles?” Vi pressed her lips together. “Caitlyn,” Vi said. “Is this Caitlyn the one you have been searching for for the past seven nights? Oh, don’t look so surprised. There is a reason why I’m known as the Steel Shadow, you know.” “No. Not Caitlyn. I’m worried about what’s troubling Caitlyn.” Vi flicked her mechanical gauntlet and something small and square shot from it. Before it could hit the ground, Camille pinned the object to the brick wall with her leg with a loud SHUNK! It was a sepia-toned photograph of a young woman. Someone had colored in her hair with a light blue marker. Scrawled in large letters across the blue-haired girl’s giant rocket gun with a blue marker was a single word, or perhaps a name. Camille gently grazed the surface of the photograph with the tip of her blade leg, cutting along the edge of the blue-haired girl’s jawbone. “Jinx,” she read.”
Camille smirked and flicked the photograph back to Vi. “I know what you are going to ask. And I have no interest in your little game of cat and mouse.” Camille turned around and began to walk away. Vi grabbed her arm. Camille froze. “You’re a member of the aristocracy. Your family is the closest thing we have to royalty in Piltover. You’re supposed to protect the people.” Camille slipped her arm out of Vi’s grasp. “And what will that get me?” “Votes,” Vi said. “Piltover. Bilgewater. Demacia. Everything Jinx touches, she destroys. If you can bring down Jinx, you will also bring down the other clans in Piltover. Don’t you see?” Camille stared straight into Vi’s eyes. “Elevenses, tomorrow, Ferros Mansion. Don’t be late. And do bring your partner with you. I’ve been wanting to meet the better half of the famed Piltover Duo.” Vi grinned. “We’ll bring cupcakes.”
