zephyr-from-zaun

[zephyr-from-zaun]

Zephyr shrugged. "I guess."

Before either of them could speak again, the door to the clinic room opened. A doctor, seemingly in her mid-forties or fifties, stepped inside, a clipboard in her hands.

"Hello," the doctor greeted. The woman introduced herself, but Z tuned out halfway through. Now that the doctor was actually present in the room, Zephyr was a lot more anxious about the notion of this stranger poking and prodding their body.

You'll be fine. This is a normal Piltie doctor who won't try to kill you. She's normal, Zephyr told themself.

((OOC: fair warning I might suck at rp-ing right now, since this is the first time I've done an rp on Tumblr before, and I have social anxiety so I don't know if I'm annoying you with sending so many asks or interacting with you so often so if you want me to shut up let me know I don't wanna bother you or anything))

Zephyr leaned against the railing of the Bridge of Progress, putting barely any weight on their broken leg. Imagine if that guy Viktor said he was going to send to get me didn't come. That would be something. Their eyes flitted toward the far end of the bridge, where the muted gray concrete gave way to the clean gold streets of Piltover. Zephyr shook their head. He probably wouldn't do that. Viktor seems nice enough. Zephyr sighed, slowly easing themself onto the ground. There's no way I'm waiting standing up, though, they thought with a strained smirk on their lips.

Viktor's cane clacked against the ground as he walked, his pace was slow yet firm.

"Excuse me, are you Z?" he questioned, still standing on the Piltover side of the bridge.

"I couldn't get an errand boy at this time." he explained, absentmindedly clenching and unclenching his free hand at his side.

[zephyr-from-zaun]

"It, uh, kinda scratched up my arms. And my face. It tried flying away but I kept trying to hold onto it because I was, like, twelve and an idiot, but it kept wiggling and by the time it finally escaped from me, I was covered with pigeon-talon-marks." Do you call pigeon claws talons? Eh, not important.

"Y'know, retelling the story, I feel like I should've known better at twelve years old," Zephyr mused.

((OOC: fair warning I might suck at rp-ing right now, since this is the first time I've done an rp on Tumblr before, and I have social anxiety so I don't know if I'm annoying you with sending so many asks or interacting with you so often so if you want me to shut up let me know I don't wanna bother you or anything))

Zephyr leaned against the railing of the Bridge of Progress, putting barely any weight on their broken leg. Imagine if that guy Viktor said he was going to send to get me didn't come. That would be something. Their eyes flitted toward the far end of the bridge, where the muted gray concrete gave way to the clean gold streets of Piltover. Zephyr shook their head. He probably wouldn't do that. Viktor seems nice enough. Zephyr sighed, slowly easing themself onto the ground. There's no way I'm waiting standing up, though, they thought with a strained smirk on their lips.

Viktor's cane clacked against the ground as he walked, his pace was slow yet firm.

"Excuse me, are you Z?" he questioned, still standing on the Piltover side of the bridge.

"I couldn't get an errand boy at this time." he explained, absentmindedly clenching and unclenching his free hand at his side.

[zephyr-from-zaun]

((OOC: fair warning I might suck at rp-ing right now, since this is the first time I've done an rp on Tumblr before, and I have social anxiety so I don't know if I'm annoying you with sending so many asks or interacting with you so often so if you want me to shut up let me know I don't wanna bother you or anything))

Zephyr leaned against the railing of the Bridge of Progress, putting barely any weight on their broken leg. Imagine if that guy Viktor said he was going to send to get me didn't come. That would be something. Their eyes flitted toward the far end of the bridge, where the muted gray concrete gave way to the clean gold streets of Piltover. Zephyr shook their head. He probably wouldn't do that. Viktor seems nice enough. Zephyr sighed, slowly easing themself onto the ground. There's no way I'm waiting standing up, though, they thought with a strained smirk on their lips.

Viktor's cane clacked against the ground as he walked, his pace was slow yet firm.

"Excuse me, are you Z?" he questioned, still standing on the Piltover side of the bridge.

"I couldn't get an errand boy at this time." he explained, absentmindedly clenching and unclenching his free hand at his side.

[zephyr-from-zaun]

Zephyr sat up slightly. "No. I mean, I used to. This little frog, I named him Marrow. I found him in this lake I used to sleep by back when he was a.. baby-frog, I guess. I don't know what they're called."

"He only had three legs, so that's how I distinguished him from the other frogs. He died a while back, though," they finished, frowning slightly.

"One time, I tried to catch a bird to make it my friend. Don't think it enjoyed that, though," Z chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of their neck.

((OOC: fair warning I might suck at rp-ing right now, since this is the first time I've done an rp on Tumblr before, and I have social anxiety so I don't know if I'm annoying you with sending so many asks or interacting with you so often so if you want me to shut up let me know I don't wanna bother you or anything))

Zephyr leaned against the railing of the Bridge of Progress, putting barely any weight on their broken leg. Imagine if that guy Viktor said he was going to send to get me didn't come. That would be something. Their eyes flitted toward the far end of the bridge, where the muted gray concrete gave way to the clean gold streets of Piltover. Zephyr shook their head. He probably wouldn't do that. Viktor seems nice enough. Zephyr sighed, slowly easing themself onto the ground. There's no way I'm waiting standing up, though, they thought with a strained smirk on their lips.

Viktor's cane clacked against the ground as he walked, his pace was slow yet firm.

"Excuse me, are you Z?" he questioned, still standing on the Piltover side of the bridge.

"I couldn't get an errand boy at this time." he explained, absentmindedly clenching and unclenching his free hand at his side.

[zephyr-from-zaun]

"Well that's wonderful," Zephyr said sarcastically. After five minutes of doing nothing but listening to the ticking of a clock in the room, Z sighed and flopped down onto the bed, laying their arm over their eyes. Florescent lights were not good on the eyes.

Think of something to talk about, get it together.

"Soooo.. do you have any pets?"

What the fuck was that.

((OOC: fair warning I might suck at rp-ing right now, since this is the first time I've done an rp on Tumblr before, and I have social anxiety so I don't know if I'm annoying you with sending so many asks or interacting with you so often so if you want me to shut up let me know I don't wanna bother you or anything))

Zephyr leaned against the railing of the Bridge of Progress, putting barely any weight on their broken leg. Imagine if that guy Viktor said he was going to send to get me didn't come. That would be something. Their eyes flitted toward the far end of the bridge, where the muted gray concrete gave way to the clean gold streets of Piltover. Zephyr shook their head. He probably wouldn't do that. Viktor seems nice enough. Zephyr sighed, slowly easing themself onto the ground. There's no way I'm waiting standing up, though, they thought with a strained smirk on their lips.

Viktor's cane clacked against the ground as he walked, his pace was slow yet firm.

"Excuse me, are you Z?" he questioned, still standing on the Piltover side of the bridge.

"I couldn't get an errand boy at this time." he explained, absentmindedly clenching and unclenching his free hand at his side.

[zephyr-from-zaun]

Zephyr looked around the room, taking in how clean everything was. To anyone else, it would've seemed normal. But for them, it just felt wrong. A bit eerie, to be honest.

Maybe Z was just too used to being surrounded by filth. "How long is this gonna take?" Zephyr asked, cracking their knuckles on their left hand absentmindedly.

((OOC: fair warning I might suck at rp-ing right now, since this is the first time I've done an rp on Tumblr before, and I have social anxiety so I don't know if I'm annoying you with sending so many asks or interacting with you so often so if you want me to shut up let me know I don't wanna bother you or anything))

Zephyr leaned against the railing of the Bridge of Progress, putting barely any weight on their broken leg. Imagine if that guy Viktor said he was going to send to get me didn't come. That would be something. Their eyes flitted toward the far end of the bridge, where the muted gray concrete gave way to the clean gold streets of Piltover. Zephyr shook their head. He probably wouldn't do that. Viktor seems nice enough. Zephyr sighed, slowly easing themself onto the ground. There's no way I'm waiting standing up, though, they thought with a strained smirk on their lips.

Viktor's cane clacked against the ground as he walked, his pace was slow yet firm.

"Excuse me, are you Z?" he questioned, still standing on the Piltover side of the bridge.

"I couldn't get an errand boy at this time." he explained, absentmindedly clenching and unclenching his free hand at his side.

[zephyr-from-zaun]

Zephyr nodded quickly. "Yep, you go ahead and do that," they said, handing over the papers.

After Viktor took them, Zephyr ran a hand through their short hair. "Also, it's not the.. head thing. I just can't read certain words, y'know? Like that one," they pointed to one of the words on the first sheet of paper - one that Viktor understood as biological.

((OOC: fair warning I might suck at rp-ing right now, since this is the first time I've done an rp on Tumblr before, and I have social anxiety so I don't know if I'm annoying you with sending so many asks or interacting with you so often so if you want me to shut up let me know I don't wanna bother you or anything))

Zephyr leaned against the railing of the Bridge of Progress, putting barely any weight on their broken leg. Imagine if that guy Viktor said he was going to send to get me didn't come. That would be something. Their eyes flitted toward the far end of the bridge, where the muted gray concrete gave way to the clean gold streets of Piltover. Zephyr shook their head. He probably wouldn't do that. Viktor seems nice enough. Zephyr sighed, slowly easing themself onto the ground. There's no way I'm waiting standing up, though, they thought with a strained smirk on their lips.

Viktor's cane clacked against the ground as he walked, his pace was slow yet firm.

"Excuse me, are you Z?" he questioned, still standing on the Piltover side of the bridge.

"I couldn't get an errand boy at this time." he explained, absentmindedly clenching and unclenching his free hand at his side.

[zephyr-from-zaun]

Zephyr looked down at the sheets they had been given, squinting their eyes at the words on the papers. They mentally started picking through words they understood; reason, visit, previous, and a few others.

The rest?

Not so good.

"Uh, I.." Z started, looking up at Viktor before quickly shutting their mouth and looking back down at the papers.

Just do it yourself, they thought, biting their lip. It's not that hard. Most of the words aren't even that long, anyway.

((OOC: fair warning I might suck at rp-ing right now, since this is the first time I've done an rp on Tumblr before, and I have social anxiety so I don't know if I'm annoying you with sending so many asks or interacting with you so often so if you want me to shut up let me know I don't wanna bother you or anything))

Zephyr leaned against the railing of the Bridge of Progress, putting barely any weight on their broken leg. Imagine if that guy Viktor said he was going to send to get me didn't come. That would be something. Their eyes flitted toward the far end of the bridge, where the muted gray concrete gave way to the clean gold streets of Piltover. Zephyr shook their head. He probably wouldn't do that. Viktor seems nice enough. Zephyr sighed, slowly easing themself onto the ground. There's no way I'm waiting standing up, though, they thought with a strained smirk on their lips.

Viktor's cane clacked against the ground as he walked, his pace was slow yet firm.

"Excuse me, are you Z?" he questioned, still standing on the Piltover side of the bridge.

"I couldn't get an errand boy at this time." he explained, absentmindedly clenching and unclenching his free hand at his side.

[zephyr-from-zaun]

"That would be nice," Zephyr said quietly.

For the rest of the cart ride, the two stayed in relative silence. Zephyr spent the ride to the clinic picking at their nails in an attempt to clean the grime off of their fingernails and wondering if Viktor was always this impatient about traffic.

About ten minutes later, Zephyr spotted a building that seemed to be the clinic. Well, they assumed it was the clinic; the structure didn't look like the Piltover penthouses that they had passed on the ride there, and there was also a long word that Z could definitely read, but chose not to above the double doors.

((OOC: fair warning I might suck at rp-ing right now, since this is the first time I've done an rp on Tumblr before, and I have social anxiety so I don't know if I'm annoying you with sending so many asks or interacting with you so often so if you want me to shut up let me know I don't wanna bother you or anything))

Zephyr leaned against the railing of the Bridge of Progress, putting barely any weight on their broken leg. Imagine if that guy Viktor said he was going to send to get me didn't come. That would be something. Their eyes flitted toward the far end of the bridge, where the muted gray concrete gave way to the clean gold streets of Piltover. Zephyr shook their head. He probably wouldn't do that. Viktor seems nice enough. Zephyr sighed, slowly easing themself onto the ground. There's no way I'm waiting standing up, though, they thought with a strained smirk on their lips.

Viktor's cane clacked against the ground as he walked, his pace was slow yet firm.

"Excuse me, are you Z?" he questioned, still standing on the Piltover side of the bridge.

"I couldn't get an errand boy at this time." he explained, absentmindedly clenching and unclenching his free hand at his side.

[zephyr-from-zaun]

Zephyr nodded in acknowledgement before looking over their shoulder, light green eyes tracing over every Piltovan the cart passed.

After a few seconds - maybe even a minute - of silence, Zephyr spoke again. "Piltover's weird," they mumbled, crossing their arms over their chest. "Everyone up Topside has so much, yet they still just.. have no compassion for anyone from Zaun. I came up here, once, just to try and steal some food. I had gone weeks with nothing but half-rotted crap I found in dumpsters. I figured, surely nobody Topside would mind if I just swiped some food. Not like anyone's goin' hungry here, right?"

Zephyr let out a small, humorless laugh. "I was wrong. Got caught by some Enforcer, and they thought I had caused just enough trouble to be kicked and punched around a few times." Their brows furrowed. "I don't exactly remember what happened after. My memory's always been shit, but smacking my head against Piltover's fancy golden streets probably didn't help, either."

((OOC: fair warning I might suck at rp-ing right now, since this is the first time I've done an rp on Tumblr before, and I have social anxiety so I don't know if I'm annoying you with sending so many asks or interacting with you so often so if you want me to shut up let me know I don't wanna bother you or anything))

Zephyr leaned against the railing of the Bridge of Progress, putting barely any weight on their broken leg. Imagine if that guy Viktor said he was going to send to get me didn't come. That would be something. Their eyes flitted toward the far end of the bridge, where the muted gray concrete gave way to the clean gold streets of Piltover. Zephyr shook their head. He probably wouldn't do that. Viktor seems nice enough. Zephyr sighed, slowly easing themself onto the ground. There's no way I'm waiting standing up, though, they thought with a strained smirk on their lips.

Viktor's cane clacked against the ground as he walked, his pace was slow yet firm.

"Excuse me, are you Z?" he questioned, still standing on the Piltover side of the bridge.

"I couldn't get an errand boy at this time." he explained, absentmindedly clenching and unclenching his free hand at his side.

[zephyr-from-zaun]

Zephyr took Viktor's hand and lifted themself into the cart, wincing a little but attempting to school their expression into one of nonchalance.

"So, uh.." Z tapped their fingers into a rythmic pattern on their knee, trying to think of some topic to speak with Viktor about. "Were you doing anything interesting before I upended your day?"

((OOC: fair warning I might suck at rp-ing right now, since this is the first time I've done an rp on Tumblr before, and I have social anxiety so I don't know if I'm annoying you with sending so many asks or interacting with you so often so if you want me to shut up let me know I don't wanna bother you or anything))

Zephyr leaned against the railing of the Bridge of Progress, putting barely any weight on their broken leg. Imagine if that guy Viktor said he was going to send to get me didn't come. That would be something. Their eyes flitted toward the far end of the bridge, where the muted gray concrete gave way to the clean gold streets of Piltover. Zephyr shook their head. He probably wouldn't do that. Viktor seems nice enough. Zephyr sighed, slowly easing themself onto the ground. There's no way I'm waiting standing up, though, they thought with a strained smirk on their lips.

Viktor's cane clacked against the ground as he walked, his pace was slow yet firm.

"Excuse me, are you Z?" he questioned, still standing on the Piltover side of the bridge.

"I couldn't get an errand boy at this time." he explained, absentmindedly clenching and unclenching his free hand at his side.

[zephyr-from-zaun]

Zephyr's head snapped up, and they looked over at Viktor. "Oh, uh, yeah, that's me. If you want, you can call me Zephyr. Or Z. Either work." They placed their hands on the pavement below them and pushed themself up into a standing position, swaying slightly before regaining their balance. "And you must be Viktor. Nice accent," they said with a teasing grin. Zephyr attempted to get their broken leg out of Viktor's line of sight. Even though they were wearing long pants, it was easy to see that their left leg was bent at an angle that was.. not okay. Despite knowing that Viktor was aware of their injury, they still felt weird about having him see the extent first hand.

((OOC: fair warning I might suck at rp-ing right now, since this is the first time I've done an rp on Tumblr before, and I have social anxiety so I don't know if I'm annoying you with sending so many asks or interacting with you so often so if you want me to shut up let me know I don't wanna bother you or anything))

Zephyr leaned against the railing of the Bridge of Progress, putting barely any weight on their broken leg. Imagine if that guy Viktor said he was going to send to get me didn't come. That would be something. Their eyes flitted toward the far end of the bridge, where the muted gray concrete gave way to the clean gold streets of Piltover. Zephyr shook their head. He probably wouldn't do that. Viktor seems nice enough. Zephyr sighed, slowly easing themself onto the ground. There's no way I'm waiting standing up, though, they thought with a strained smirk on their lips.

Viktor's cane clacked against the ground as he walked, his pace was slow yet firm.

"Excuse me, are you Z?" he questioned, still standing on the Piltover side of the bridge.

"I couldn't get an errand boy at this time." he explained, absentmindedly clenching and unclenching his free hand at his side.

[zephyr-from-zaun]

all about your's truly

hey! I'm Zephyr, and I'm a Zaunite. I use they/them pronouns, and was born intersex. feel free to talk with me, ask questions, and interact!

OOC: Zephyr is just a little OC of mine based in the Arcane television show main timeline. Feel free to interact, but no NSFW, as Zephyr is canonically 15, and their admin is also a minor. DNI: normal criteria. Homophobes, transphobes, ableists, etc. Just don't be a jerk, and we should get along. Link to Picrew for my pfp: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/2141620