Author's Note:

Hey all! I know it's been a looooooong while, but here it is!

Now I've made a mistake when I tried to do a 1st person take on Orianna and I can tell you that it was difficult for me. I had to try to envelop who Orianna was and think in her perspective. I tried getting inspiration from other android robots or AI like Aigis from Persona 3 and even GLADOS from Portal to name a few, but I just couldn't get a good feel for it. I think that doing a 1st person delayed how fast I could finish this.

So I'm going to stop with the 1st person here and go back to 3rd. You can observe that I'm writing in a 3rd person POV in some of the scenes down here.

I'm sorry for keeping you waiting, and I know that some of the old readers may have left, but to the new ones I say hello! Enjoy the story!

Recollection Log:

It's been a week since my creation.

I saw my creator weeping upon his desk.

In his hands, he held a photograph.

It was a picture of him smiling with someone at his side.

There was a small girl in a pink ballerina dress.

The two of them appear to be dancing.

I approached him and asked, "why are you crying?"

He was surprised to find me there.

His eyes were heavy and red from crying.

His face was formed with a mixture of sadness and grief.

He collected himself and replied, "come here my child."

I did as what I was instructed to do.

He pointed at the little girl in the photo.

"That is my daughter Orianna."

He then spoke highly of her as if she was the most important person in his life.

"It was her birthday last week, so I was just... reminiscing."

He teared up even more.

I asked, "She is Orianna? And I am Orianna?"

He stopped, looked at my optics and placed his hand on my head.

"You are Orianna... you are my daughter."

He then placed the photo down and kissed my metallic forehead.

His statement was...

Illogical.

~Current Location: Old Piltover Clocktower~

It was early in the morning, approximately eight seventeen, when I finished fixing the Ball. A familiar sound whizzed in the air and my partner floated once more. It brought out its eyestalk to check if I was okay, to which I replied that I was fine. I managed to update the Ball as to the events that have transpired and it accepted everything without any sudden reactions.

However, before I can continue any further, I heard the door open and revealed an awakened Jinx in a cotton unicorn onesie.

"G'morning Clock Girl," she said with a yawn, "I see you fixed R2BB while we were all sleeping."

"Must you nickname everything Jinx?" Thresh asked. The warden never rested and has watched me quietly fix the Ball the entire evening. At first, he appeared to be fascinated by the in the mechanics of machines, but after an hour, he grew bored and left my side.

"What? It's a loveable round object that communicates in beeps and boops!" the pig-tailed youth replied. She then grabbed my arm and said, "c'mere Clock Girl! We girls have to stick together!"

Before I could even have a chance to resist, she pulled me away from the workbench and made haste to the plush room. There, I saw my allies still asleep; Warwick curled up in a ball, Twisted Fate lying down with his hat covering his face, and a reduced Malphite sitting in the corner.

Jinx then opened another door, pushed me inside it, and then locked the door. The room had a basket, a sink, a shower and...

"Jinx, are you-" but before I could finish my question, Jinx already answered it by removing her onesie and clothes and jumped into the shower tub.

"You just make sure that nobody peeps okay?" she said as she let hot water fall from the shower head to her body, "this is the first time I've had a slumber party with a lot of boys, so you got my back right?"

Steam quickly formed and surrounded the room and I fear that it would affect my internal mechanisms and cause them to short circuit later on. "Jinx, this is highly unnecessary."

"No, this is totally necessary," she replied as she got some shampoo and applied it to her hair.

"I do not wish to join you as you bathe because-"

"Yeah yeah," she responded as she poked her head out, "water can affect your clockwork technology, and I get that, which is why I didn't drag you IN the shower. I just wanted you to stay with me!"

"You know of my interior designs?" I asked with great interest.

"I'm a professional stalker" she replied, "an inherent trait of young girls. I've read papers about you when your dad-"

"Creator," I corrected.

"Ugh, fine, your creator, applied you to become a Champion," Jinx continued, "interesting choice of metals I may add. Fesmus, Ignarium, Kyrite, and loads more. You're made up of metals and alloys that resist the greatest of temperatures and corrosion, but are susceptible to short circuitry the fastest."

I was in awe to find out that she knew so much about my parts and pieces, "h-how do you know all this?"

"Fishbones reads a lot," she replied, "so how's the whole 'purpose in life' thing going?"

"Thresh gave me his opinion," I responded as I picked her clothes up and placed them into a laundry basket, "when I said that I cannot find a purpose because I'm not human, he talked about how having no soul makes no difference in being human. Reality does not define me; I define my reality."

"Amen to that," Jinx said, "Match Stick sure has a way with words."

I recalled my discussion with the warden and it did give me a lot of information, which I am thankful for, "I agree. He helped me cope with myself, even if it was only by a little bit"

"Then why not ask everyone?"

"Pardon?" I asked.

Jinx showed her head once more and spoke, "why not ask everyone about their opinion? I mean, it might help you understand your objective more."

"Affirmative," I agreed, "although facts and proven knowledge usually assists me in defining my usual objectives, this one is very abstract in nature. I shall accept your suggestion."

"Good for you Clock Girl! Jinx exclaimed with a glad expression.

"So maybe I could ask for yours," I said, "what do-"

"Nooooo...upupupupup,"Jinx blabbered, "you haven't got enough friend points for you to ask me that."

I questioned the very actions of our leader, "friend points?"

"Yep!" Jinx said as she turned off the shower and stepped out, "no offense Clock Girl, but as much as I am chatty, I don't like to talk about my personal life! Ask Fishbones! He'll vouch for me!"

I remained unmoved from the response of the beaming girl in front of me. "Are you serious?"

The blue haired adolescent dried herself with a towel and replied, "yeah, I know that I can be mean, but hey, that's just who I am! I have to stick with the 'mystery psycho' schtick, but yeah, I'll answer all of your questions if you rack up some points!"

As the steam slowly left the room, I then formulated a conclusion, "so if I gain enough of these... 'friend points' I'll get to hear your opinion?" Truly this sort of conversation is only something children would discuss.

"Wow, you really wanna do this huh?" she replied as she wrapped her hair in a tower and made one of those towel hats, "hope you played a lot of RPGs because this'll be a fun game to play!"

Jinx hopped a few times while clapping her hands, and the barely clothed individual nearly slipped. Unfortunately I'll have to play her little game if I want to find some answers. The answers I have in mind aren't just about her opinion of what the purpose of life is, but also about her background and why her weapons bears such symbols.

"Now here are a bunch of rules that I made up using a combination of TV shows and my creative imagination! First of all, the points don't matter! Second, you are awarded points for whatever I feel like giving! Third, the more points you have, the stronger your summons-"

As much as I wanted to listen to her instructions, I noticed that I was functioning a fraction slower then my norm. I reached towards by back side to turn my clock key, and as I turned it, the Loose Cannon observed my actions.

"What'cha doooooooooing?" Jinx asked.

"I am turning my-"

"Is this your on switch?" Jinx interrupted me before I could explain. She sounded rather... menacing.

"It's not a switch, it's a key," I clarified, "if you turn it-"

"Oh an on key! How innovative! Lemme lemme!" Jinx immediately tried to grab my clock key, but I sidestepped away from her.

"I advise that you control yourself," I explained, "this is a very sensitive part of me."

Jinx turned her head towards me with a glimmer in her eye and a wide mischievous smile grew on her expression.

"I wanna touch it! Can I? Please? Please? PLEASE CAN I TOUCH IT?!" she screamed with her hands in a groping motion.

"No, I forbid you to-"

Before I could finish, she pounced towards me once more and I barely dodged her attempt to harm me.

"Aw come on Clock Girl! Let's have some fun! We can take turns!" She said as she tried to corner me.

"Why must you insist on doing this?" I said as I defended myself.

"Because we're both girls! It's practically normal!" her voice was getting louder and louder and she appeared to be getting very excited.

"I'm afraid that you'll break it, Jinx," she stood between me and the door, and unfortunately the bathtub was right behind me.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle," she said with a sly grin.

"Are you thinking of pushing me into the tub?" I asked as I attempted to read her next course of actions.

"That's not the only thing I'll be pushing! C'mere you!"

She lunged at me with her arms stretched to the side in an attempt to prevent any escape, but in the last second, I made a feint to the side and as she tried to catch me, I quickly turned and ducked beneath her arms. Her momentum prevented her from stopping and with a little push, I made her fall into the tub.

She let out a small grunt along with a loud thud and I headed towards the door to exit. "Farewell Jinx," I said as I turned the knob and opened the door, only to be surprised by the sheer number of people who were standing outside.

Malphite, Twisted Fate, and Warwick were already awake and stood immediately in front of the door as I bumped into them. The sudden surprise caught me off guard, "what are you all doing?" I asked.

"Um, uh," Twisted Fate stammered as he hid his face by tipping his hat downwards, "we, uh, heard a commotion and-"

"We thought that something happened," Warwick continued as he looked at the floor to avoid my gaze, "and w-we thought that something was wrong."

Their answers were rather... suspicious. Additionally it would appear that both their hearts were racing, and since they are looking away, one can conclude that they felt embarrassed for some reason.

To gather more information, I asked the one member who I believe was the most truthful, "Malphite, what exactly happened here?"

The stalwart figure crossed his arms and said, "I awoke to some screaming and I saw these two listening intently as to what was happening in that room you were just in. They were curious. Very curious."

Both individuals froze in their silence.

Gathering these information, I arrived to a conclusion, and while I cannot understand the logical reason behind it, it was indeed the most likely one. "You do realise that I am not human correct?" I asked.

"Y-yeah," the gambler said.

"I am a machine," I clarified once more.

"We got that," the wolf replied.

"So then why are you assuming that Jinx and I are-"

That was when a small black object came from behind me and into the middle of our group. I recognised it instantly, but I was too slow to move away. The tiny object ignited and caused a cloud of smoke to envelope all of us. All of a sudden, I felt a shove from behind and I was pushed towards the three others and I heard the door behind me close.

"NO PEEPING! GET OUT!" Jinx yelled. I almost forgot that she was left alone in the bathroom with only a towel to cover her.

As the smoke cleared, we all got up to our feet and I wondered where she got the smoke grenade from. All of the commotion caught the attention of Thresh who arrived and asked, "what's going on?"

"Jinx is currently inside changing," I replied, "and these two were rather creative with their imaginations as to what Jinx and I were doing inside.

"Ah the folly of human emotions, or is 'fantasies' a better choice?" Thresh snickered, "do forgive them."

"Forgive them my ass!" Jinx opened the door and was fully clothed, but was unable to tie her hair into her usual twin tails, and her long blue hair made her look like a different person. "They were trying to peep on us girls!"

"And what were you two doing?" Thresh asked.

"Well Match Stick, I was exploring Clock Girl's... sensitive sides," Jinx snickered. I honestly wished that she didn't have to use such innuendoes to describe the situation.

"Sensitive sides?" Thresh wondered. The spectre looked like he was trying to understand the young girl's words. Seeing how he and her performed in many league matches in their history together, maybe he knows her far more than we do.

"Yeah! Check out that key at her back!" she beamed as she pointed at me.

"Oh, it was her key," Warwick said quietly to Twisted Fate, but the gambler nudged him away saying, "of course it was the key! I knew that all along."

"Ah, her clock key," Thresh was content with the answer, "is it really a sensitive part of you? You seemed to be fine when I turned it."

"Match Stick! How could you?!" Jinx exclaimed with shock.

Thresh raised an open hand in front, "please control yourself. Do you honestly believe that I would commit any act of perversion onto our metallic ally?"

"Don't you mean alloy? Huh? Huh? Am I right?" Jinx waited for a high-five opportunity, but nobody offered any, so she high-fived herself.

Thresh then approached me and gestured to the others saying, "I do believe that it's best to use this time to fully introduce yourself to the group."

"But they already know who I am," I argued.

"True," he replied, "they know who you are, but they don't know what you are and what you and that Ball of yours can do."

Everyone's eyes were then fixated on me and for once, I had the floor all to myself. I bowed towards my audience and began to introduce myself on how I will best fit in this rather unique group.

"My name is Orianna," I began as I lifted my head, "I am a machine created by Sir Corin Reveck in the image of his deceased daughter. As you all can see, I am based on the old clockwork mechanisms and function as so. Due to my clockwork body, I am not as advanced as compared to other robots and machines popularised in the modern world."

I allowed myself to pause and wind up my key so that they could take a moment to understand what I have just said. Each time I turned the key, I powered myself up and my inner mechanisms began to whirr and clank. I myself understand my body's limitations and I do not believe that it's a hindrance to what I can achieve. Such as the machines in the past, what difference does a knife compare to a plasma cannon when it means to kill someone?

"If you may recall, I possess a variety of unique abilities such as creating energy shields," I outstretched my arms in a defensive stance and produced an orange shield on one arm and a green on on the other, "the orange one is wider but weak while the green one is narrower but stronger." Jinx was clapping her hands in amazement while I heard Twisted Fate whistle; he was impressed.

"My hands can also shoot small caliber bullets, but in the event that I run out, they can deliver electric shocks in close combat to stun enemies," I then switched my hands into a buzz saw on the right and a torch on the left, "for close encounters, I may use this Aquilarium saw to cut my foes and the torch operates like an electric lighter and does not run on fuel." I then returned my hands back to normal and pointed at my visors, "I have enhanced optic senses such as x-ray and thermal scanners and I have knowledge of a variety of martial arts, which I can use to give myself an advantage over my opponent."

I noticed that Warwick tensed up, and he probably reacted so because I do recall paralysing him in our last encounter. I then commanded the Ball to float by my side and I held it in my arms, "the Ball functions the same as you all remember from your encounters with me in the Rift such as creating strong fields that can slow enemies and hasten allies along with a shield and shockwave. Additionally, my creator thought that it would be a good idea to allow the Ball to produce it's own Wifi so that he and his colleagues can access the internet .

"Aaaaaaaaand this is the part where I ask the password to the wifi," Jinx said as she brought her phone out, "what's the name of R2BB's wifi?"

"I think it's 'The Ball-erina,' little miss," the Cardmaster said as he checked his own phone, "and what's the password Ori?"

"The Ball can provide it for you, just lend him your phones," I stated. The Ball left my side and made its way to Twisted Fate. He was hesitant at first to give his phone, but when he did, the Ball extended its eyestalk and two small metallic crab-like legs. Twisted Fate was so surprised that he nearly dropped his phone.

"Oh!" I remembered, "I forgot to mention that if the Ball is running low on energy, he can shift to a crawler mode and reserve his power. Think of him like a crab or a spider."

"A round, metallic, four-legged spider-crab with an eyestalk," the gambler winced as he faced the phone towards the Ball and allowed it to tap a lengthy password into the small device.

"Aww, why not just let R2BB roll if he's low on power?" Jinx asked as she gave the phone to the Ball for the password.

"The legs allow him to climb vertically," I responded.

"Fine," Jinx sighed as she got the phone back from the Ball, "thanks R2BB," she said as she patted the Ball on its surface. The Ball chimed and beeped and I sensed that he enjoyed it. "He appreciated the gesture Jinx," I said for my symbiotic ally who cannot speak.

"Awwwww, the pleasure's all mine! High five!" Jinx brought up her hand and the Ball responded by bumping into it.

"You use up a lot of power don't you?" Warwick finally spoke, "and the Ball as well."

"That is correct," I answered, "the Ball can recharge itself by solar energy, but I cannot. As you all know, I occasionally turn my clock key, which is located at my back."

"It's pretty hard to miss," Malphite said in a gruff voice. Part of me was wondering how much of the entire introduction did he really understand.

"This key connects to my core," I continued as I put my hands to my chest, "within me resides my creator's greatest creation: the Infinity Gear. The Infinity Gear is a semi-perpetual generator, though it is not as powerful as you may think. Since energy cannot be created nor destroyed, it transforms mechanical energy into electricity. As long as I turn the clock key, my core can produce energy to power myself up."

"Hm... I've heard rumours about Revek's generator, but I've never seen him show it," Warwick stated.

"My creator avoided any media releases regarding the Infinity Gear," I replied.

"And why not? He would have been famous for his work!" Warwick argued.

"When he finished creating the Infinity Gear, Orianna Revek died," I answered. "The grief and suffering changed him. He wondered what good is it being a renowned scientist when he lost his child? He then refused to be known as the scientist who created the Infinity Gear, but rather he wanted to be known as a father who loved his daughter so much that he created a robot who he loved. This is what I was told."

The room became quiet save for the sounds coming from my spinning cogs and gears. I understand that my response regarding my creator's daughter's death would create this atmosphere, but I didn't expect these kinds of people to feel so... sorry for her. They hardly even know her! And yet...

"Moving on," I said since I wanted to finish my introduction, "I can keep turning the key until I have enough power for a day, and if I turn it pass its recommended capacity, I will overheat, which is why I said that it is a sensitive part of me."

"Hee hee, my bad," Jinx smiled.

"Professor Heimerdinger knew of the Infinity Gear's existence and wanted to study it," I continued, "so he asked my creator time and time again to see if he can use the Infinity Gear as a reference to develop an actual perpetual generator. After a few months, my Father agreed, and that is how I was found in Heimerdinger's lab by you five."

"Y'know," the gambler said, "this makes a lot of sense now that I think about it. I mean, when the yordle announced that he was almost finished in creating free energy, I kinda though, 'wait, doesn't Ori fit the bill?' and here you are!"

"Unfortunately, I cannot produce enough energy to power up cities," I admitted, "however the professor was able to create a working generator from scratch that has the capacity for producing large amounts of energy. However, he is unable to reduce the amount of excess heat produced by the generator to a minimum."

"True," Warwick said, "a device like that is sure to produce large amounts of heat. And one of the biggest issues with creating a perpetual generator is that it will always be inefficient because energy is lost through heat. But wait, he built it from scratch? Doesn't Revek have his research notes and workings?"

"Correct, if he still had them then it wouldn't take this long to create the generator, but unfortunately he burned everything.

"B-but why?" the wolf asked.

"I quote, 'I no longer want to be a scientist. I want to be a loving father to you, my child.' This was after I was created and long after Orianna Revek passed away."

"Ahhh, a man locked up in his own prison of grief," Thresh spoke, "such a classical tale; one everyone falls into sooner or later."

"So lemme get this straight," Twisted Fate spoke, "the generator, which is currently missing, was made after Heim was researching on your Infinity Gear?"

"Affirmative," I answered.

"And that although you're the original, the one that Heim made is better and more efficient?"

"Correct."

"So then, by taking you with us..." Twisted Fate continued, "Heim basically lost the blueprints to making a new generator?"

I thought about it for a moment, and there was some bearing in his words. The professor did write down notes regarding his findings when he examined my core, but I don't believe it's enough to recreate his generator.

"That is correct," I replied, "is there an issue?"

Twisted Fate's expression shifted to a very concerned look, "Jinx, you got a TV somewhere around here?"

"Pfft, Fancy Pants! Who buys TV's anymore when you have laptops?" Jinx then went to the plush pit and approached a big Renekton plush doll, which was smiling with its teeth. She then reached towards the side of its mouth and unzipped the teeth to reveal a laptop and a mouse.

"Remind me to ask where you buy these dolls, little miss," Twisted Fate said.

"Made 'em myself," Jinx replied as she went to her desk, "gotta make money somehow!"

We all approached the young girl and as the Ball keyed in the wifi password, I inquired as to what we were so suddenly concerned of.

"We're most likely on the news, and since we're the ones who broke into the PSR and "stole" the generator, I'm concerned about how wanted we've become," Twisted Fate responded.

"Oh crap, you don't mean..." before Warwick could finish, Jinx opened up a video link.

"This is Janna reporting on the recent attack on the PSR," the video clip showed a picture of Janna in her reporter outfit along with a slide with a picture of five people, who were Jinx, Warwick, Thresh, Malphite, and Twisted Fate. "Last night, a group of five Champions not only kidnapped the highly acclaimed Professor Heimerdinger, but also broke into the Piltover Science Ring and presumably stole the professor's new generator!"

"Hey! That's not us!" Jinx argued, "well... the last part wasn't us at least."

"No scientists were harmed and the professor was rescued by Piltover's finest along with the collaboration of the Riot Squad. Unfortunately, Officers Jayce and Vi have sustained heavy injuries, but reports say that they will be able to recover soon after some rest."

"Good to hear," Malphite commented. I genuinely believe that the stone titan does in fact wish not to harm anyone, and yet he is perceived by many as a rampaging goliath.

"Not only have they stolen the generator, it appears that they have also taken Orianna, the robot who Professor Heimerdinger says is a key figure in developing the generator, and that without her, it would take him years to recreate his generator."

"Oh, I can see why you grew concerned about your situation," I said.

"They can't exactly prove that we stole the generator, but they can clearly see that you were with us." Twisted Fate explained, "and I believe that's enough to stage a manhunt. The generator's so valuable not only for Piltover, but for Runeterra itself!"

"The police have now issued that for three days, nobody will be able to use the warp portals to leave the city. Planes and ships have also been told to not to leave. A curfew will be implemented starting today. Sheriff Caitlyn asks the citizens to remain calm and cooperate, and that within three days she guarantees that these criminals will be found."

"Heh, we're on lockdown now," Thresh said.

"Following the abduction of Orianna," Janna continued, "Professor Revek was reported to be begging the police to find her."

The picture shifted from Janna's newscast room to an image of my creator. He still wore his old spectacles his wife bought him years ago, and he wore a very plain shirt instead of his usual lab coat, which meant that he just received the news of my "abduction." His white hair was messy, and he showed numerous signs of anxiety and restlessness. From what I recall, he moved away from his research lab, and currently resides in a small house in Piltover city. Tears were in my creator's sad and heavy eyes. Does he really have this much emotion for a robot?

"PLEASE SHERIFF!" He said straight into the camera's eyes, "Please find my Orianna!" The tired old man brought out a picture of himself sitting down in a chair, with me, the machine Orianna, standing by his side. "Please find my daughter!" The old man then began to cry, and as the tears fell down the side of his face, he cried out, "ORIANNAAAAAA!" Was he talking about me? Or his daughter?

"He's gone mad," I spoke.

"He's in grief," Twisted Fate corrected.

"He's calling me his daughter," I objected, "it's illogical."

"Logic tells you which action to do," Thresh said as he put his hand on my metallic shoulder, "but emotion drives you to either do it, or not."

"Then you too are admitting that it's illogical," I concluded.

"That may be so, but in his heart, he knows what he's doing is right, and he finds that there is nothing wrong in calling you his daughter," Thresh finished. It was rather strange receiving advice from a spectre who torments souls. It's almost surreal even.

"Well, guys," Jinx said as she closed her laptop, "looks like we gotta lay low, which means we've got to get more disguises! Do you know what that means Fancy Pants?" she asked while beaming towards the gambler.

"Understood," Twisted Fate said as he wore his hat.

"It's SHOPPING TIIIIIIIIME!" Jinx yelled in excitement. "Let me just search on some things and Fancy Pants and I can search for Clock Girl's newest disguise!"

"For... me?" I asked.

"Ori, given your... nature," Twisted Fate said, "it'll be difficult to blend in crowds, let alone walk outside without drawing the attention of the police."

"A logical statement, however, how will you plan on making me less suspicious?" I asked with genuine curiosity, "how will you make me seem... human?"

"You can leave that to us!" Jinx said as she gave me a thumbs up. "We'll stop by a hex-tech store and some hardware shops along the way!"

"That being said, getting that generator's going to be more and more difficult as time goes by," Twisted Fate grew deeply worried about finding the stolen generator.

"So Fate," Warwick said, "how're the calls going? Has your ex called you back?"

"No," the gambler sighed, "and she probably never will."

"Who are we talking about?" Malphite's sturdy voice boomed.

Silence fell onto the atmosphere and everyone else except for Malphite knew who TF was talking about.

"My dear rocky friend," Twisted Fate began, "a long time ago, I liked a girl, and she liked me. We had a thing going on and I actually felt... happy. She got along with my siblings, and I got along with her... hobbies. But, all good things must come to an end." The gentleman tipped his hat to cover his face. "Plus, not only do we have no way of contacting her, we can't even find her! So the longer we take, the farther she gets!"

Malphite stood there thinking who the mystery woman Twisted Fate was talking about. By process of elimination, there are a couple of people who could fit that vague description. Shauna Vayne and Le Blanc could match the profile, but one article from a few years back had a picture or two of a couple who left a Tango dance competition with a trophy.

"He's talking about Evelynn you dimwit!" Warwick said angrily.

"Oh. Now I get it," Malphite said with a smile as if he got it without any hints.

"Yeah, so we have to come up with a plan as soon as possible," Twisted Fate looked towards Jinx and asked, "think we can ask Fishbones what he thinks, little miss?"

"Nah, we can ask him later!" Jinx replied as she closed her laptop, "let's go shopping!"

"Jinx, I'm worried that you're not taking this situation seriously," Thresh said in dismay, "I know Eve and with the Nightbloom she uses, even Warwick can't track her."

"Details, details Match Stick," Jinx replied nonchalantly, "Fishbones will figure it out sooner or later, isn't that right you cute little rocket launcher?" She then nudged her nose next to Fishbone's face and moves his jaw saying in her weapon's voice, "yeah, I think I can come up with something."

"That's a good boy!" Jinx replied in her regular voice. "Now where's my purse?"

"You left it in one of your pockets," Fishbones replied.

"Why thank you for reminding me Fishbones! I would be completely lost without you!" Jinx kissed her launcher and found her purse in her chest pocket. "I'll go get dressed up again, and when I come out, we're leaving, ya got that Fancy Pants?"

"Loud and clear Jinx," Twisted Fate bowed, "I'll go get changed in the workshop area."

Both Jinx and Twisted Fate left in opposite directions and soon Warwick, Thresh and Malphite dispersed as well. I was left alone, and wondered what I should do in the meantime. Perhaps I can try locating where Evelynn was? The success rate of that happening would be very low though. Then Jinx's words came back to me, 'why not ask everyone?'

Thresh already opened up to me, so I decided to speak to Warwick next.

The wolf sat next to a corner overlooking the plush pit and as he saw me arrive, he asked, "hey Ori, you think that Jinx is in over her head?"

"If you are asking if she's insane, I wouldn't think so," I replied, "she does appear to be suffering from a split-personality disorder however.

"Think she'll be able to recover?" Warwick seemed to be less angry now and more... concerning towards Jinx.

"I am not certain, but there are instances where people do recover," I replied with confidence.

"Yeah... that's good news," Warwick said as he scratched his ear, "so what do you want?"

"I was wondering if I could ask you what does it mean to be human," I asked. Silence fell between the two of us and only the sounds of my inner gears could be heard.

"You're still working towards that new objective of yours huh?" Warwick said as he looked away from my eyes.

"Yes," I confirmed.

"Look Ori, my best advice for you is to not ask for any advice," Warwick replied. His reply was rather counter intuitive.

"Pardon?" I asked.

"You see this?" Warwick stood up and turned around showing his entire furry body from head to tail, "you wanna know how I became this?"

I only nodded to respond.

"I was turned into this BECAUSE people kept telling me what to do," Warwick said as he sat down, "I was once a person who... supplied subjects to other people. Think of me as a manhunter. I was good at my job; damned good, but the demand just kept on growing and growing. Soon, I'm not taking requests anymore." Warwick snarled as if he was recalling some frustrating memories. "I've received orders. Threats even. The people who paid me now held a knife under my neck. I couldn't just say no anymore. I had to work. I had to find people. I HAD TO HUNT!" Warwick let out a chilling howl across the room as he embraced his animal self. "The rest you already know. I drank a potion made by Singed. Though incomplete, it helped me get strength. Strength to seek my prey. Strength to fight against my enemies."

"So now..." I hesitated to ask, but I needed to. The information was too critical for my knowledge, "are you happy?"

"Hrng?" Warwick looked confused from my sudden question, "you're asking about happiness? Thought it was about being human?"

"Correct, but to be human means I have to have emotions," I stated, "but as you know, I only know of the concept of emotions; I do not feel them. Perhaps if you, someone who has been threatened, abused, and deprived of humanity, still feel happy, then maybe I can learn something new."

Warwick scratched his head with his foot like a wild wolf, "you're not making a lot of sense. I mean, you are, but your words sound confused. I will say this, be your own boss. Don't care about what other people think or say." He then placed one claw to tap my head, "the only opinion that matters is yours. The moment you keep asking and receiving opinions from others is the moment your life's not yours anymore."

I took his words and saved them into my memory bank. Something about this animal- Correction. This human. Something about him makes me feel at ease. I then brought out my hand and reached out to him. My metallic fingers brushed against his fur and he asked, "what are you doing?"

"I am thanking you," I replied as I scratched him under his chin, "I've read that animals such as small puppies like it when they get scratched in this area."

The moment I suggested that he was a small animal caused him to be annoyed, "I can bite off this hand of yours you know?" He threatened.

"I know, but I also know that you won't," I fought back.

"Whatever, you're doing it wrong anyways," he said as he crossed his arms, "...you have to scratch behind the ears."

"Affirmative. Forgive me," I said as I moved over to scratch him by the ears. I observed that his long furry tail wagged behind him.

"Alright, not get outta here before I REALLY bite your hand off," he growled.

"Fine." I stopped and began to walk away. I only walked for a short distance when I heard him say, "Ori."

I turned and he continued saying, "despite losing pretty much everything. I'm pretty happy. Thanks for asking."

I received his gesture warmly and I began to edit my data banks of Warwick. The reports of an angry beast that devastates towns and innocents? I just spoke to that same individual, and he was more human than most. "You are very welcome," I replied.

I left him alone and then I heard Jinx and Twisted Fate walk across towards the exit. "We'll be right back!" The door slammed shut and I heard Malphite politely say "stay safe" afterwards. I saw Malphite on one end of the plush pit toying with a small stuffed rhino. He had to shrink down so that he wouldn't crush any of Jinx's belongings and he was around my height. I approached what the records declare to be, "the most deadliest force on the planet" and I sat next to him.

"Malphite?" I asked.

"Yes?" He replied without even looking at me. He looked so fascinated towards the tiny inanimate object; it was almost as if he was looking at it with a child's curiosity.

"What do you think it means to live?" I asked.

He initially didn't respond, and when he finally opened his mouth, he bluntly said, "it's small." He was talking about the stuffed rhino.

"It is," I said. It was obvious.

"It's soft," he continued.

"Yes." Has he ever seen one of these toys?

"I can smash it," he said suddenly, but he then tossed it back to the pit with the other stuffed animals. "But then Jinx would get mad at me."

"Yes she would," I started being cautious towards the being right next to me.

"Do you know what that feels like?" He asked. His eyes were focused on my lenses and he was genuinely interested in my response.

"I do," I observed that Malphite usually spoke straightforwardly, so it might be best if I did the same.

"Do you really?" He asked once more.

"I can destroy it," I replied.

"Did you know that I didn't know what it meant to be violent?" He asked as he picked up a stuffed bear and a stuffed bull.

"What do you mean?" I questioned.

He began to carefully play with the two stuffed animals; he played slowly as if he was scared that he might break them. "I don't remember how I travelled from the Monolith to Runeterra," he continued, "I fell out of a dimensional rift and landed here. I heard that people say that I was enraged and rampaged over the earth."

"Correct," I replied.

"In truth, I did not."When I came here into this world, I saw emptiness. It was just filled with white and blue."

White and blue? Records said that Malphite's first ever appearance was- I stopped and thought of what Malphite recalled. He appeared in Runeterra not too long ago, so it's impossible for him to not see anything. But if he only saw white and blue, it would mean that...

"I took just one step to gauge where I was," Malphite raised the toy bull up in the air and made one big gruff to mimic a giant step. "I didn't feel anything when I took that step. But after I did that, a thin pillar of light appeared. Since it was the first thing I saw, I wanted to find its source. It was beneath the white colours, so I shrunk down to see it."

That entire region... That great disaster... Could it all have been just an accident?

"I shrank down only to find that I destroyed a huge chunk of land. I was so large that I was staring at the sky and the clouds and that I didn't know what was beneath me. I literally stepped on a country in the middle of the ocean and crushed it to the bottom of the ocean. The pillar of light was some form of ancient magic. It carried the souls of its in habitants to which ever afterlife they believed in." Malphite looked very sad when he recalled this memory. "I've killed many people, and I didn't know what killing was yet at that time."

"I beg your pardon?"

"In the Monolith, we were very peaceful. We had order. No conflict whatsoever," he said, "we had no concept of violence. So when I shrank down, I saw bodies floating and moving on the surface of the water. I picked one up and noticed that they were so small. They were so soft. The body felt like a toy in my hand." Malphite then placed the two stuffed animals back into the pit. "I crushed it."

I could imagine being in that scenario, but what I couldn't imagine was being in that exact same situation without knowing the concept of violence.

"I saw red," he continued, "then the body didn't move, so I picked another one up. Then another. And another." He paused and closed his eyes. "I... I was too strong... They were so frail... Fragile even..."

"It's okay," I said as I put my shoulder over him to comfort him. "It wasn't your fault."

Malphite recovered slowly and continued, "I knew something was wrong, so I shrunk even more. Eventually I was around my regular height, and I saw the faces of the people. That was when I learned the concept of fear. I was attacked with magic spells when they saw me shrink. They floated above the water and started to attack me casting spell after spell. That was when I learned the concept of pain. I regrew a few meters tall and ran from them. They chased me tirelessly. They were angry at me. I ran and ran until they were long gone. I then found myself on an island filled with trees and animals. Something about that place reminded me of the Monolith; it was calming. It was on that small island that I understood the concept of strength. I had to control my strength because I didn't want to hurt anyone unless needed."

Malphite then took my hand and I felt his rough, rocky hands envelop my hand. His grip was strong and it almost hurt, but I knew that he was trying very hard not to crush me. "You asked what it meant to live," he continued, "to live means to know pain." He then tightened his grip on me, "when you know pain, you learn about power and about strength. You then have to respect your strength because it becomes a burden. What you do or not do has a consequence."

He then squeezed it a bit more and I wanted to get out of his grip, but I endured it some more. "Had I stayed in the Monolith, I would not have learned about violence. But violence helped me measure my strength, and helped me develop trust and bonds." He let go of my hand and then shrunk to become the size of a marble on the ground.

I picked him up and I increased my sense of hearing by a few hundred times. I heard him say, "now I am small. You can crush me. Will you?"

I shook my head. The world's "deadliest" being was now at my mercy. I felt powerful during that one moment. Immensely powerful. However, I couldn't bring myself to crush this... innocent being.

I left him on the ground and he grew back to my level and said, "I hope that I answered your question."

"You did," I said as I gave him a hug. I appear to have caught him off guard since he didn't know how to react. After a while, he wrapped his heavy arms around me and squeezed.

"Thank you," he said. "You are very caring."

Was I? This act of hugging was just the logical thing to do. Right? What perhaps urged me to do this?

"And you were very helpful," I replied. "You helped me see things in a different perspective."

"You're welcome," the loving giant replied.

It was during our hug that I heard the entrance door swing open revealing a young Jinx wearing a pair of sunglasses and a white high school outfit with a checkered skirt and knee high leggings and a pair of plain black shoes. "We're baaaaaaaack!" she exclaimed. "And we brought presents!"

Twisted Fate suddenly appeared carrying dozens of bags and upon entering, he just dumped everything on the floor and passed out.

Malphite and I stopped hugging and I approached the adolescent asking, "what are those?" I pointed at a bag that looked filled with hextech gadgetry.

Jinx then pulled her glasses down and winked at me saying, "your new face! You're getting a make over!"

"By who?" I dared ask.

"By me silly!" she snickered menacingly, "don't worry Clock Girl. I'll be gentle."

End of Log.

This was an electronic message between two people who happened to be online at the same time.

PT: Yo, you there?

MH: What do you want?

PT: Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii. I need a favor.

MH: I can see that. I saw you on the news.

PT: Yeah, but I need you to help me find someone.

MH: And why should I help you this time?

PT: I found her.

MH: Who?

PT: You know who I'm talking about. She's alive.

MH:... Alright. What do you want me to do Pigtails?

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Btw, the last chunks are just short behind the scenes I wanted to include, but since I wrote in 1st person, I couldn't, so these are just awkwardly at the end. Hope it's not so confusing. It's just to prep the stage of something big ;)

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