#( alskdalfak i'm sorry he's an angry boy. he sees someone in fancy clothes just goes PILITIE scuM. if vik ever catches him he will apologiz)

[timelight]

@zaaun​ asked: ❛ how do you know my name?

“Mmm, I read the paper. You know because Zaunites can read down there and also go to school like everyone in topside.” From behind the carved mask the Firelight leader studies the thin, dark haired man in from his perch up on his hoverboard, keeping as close to the window as possible in case he needed to make a hasty exit. “We just don’t have fancy ones like you do up here.”

It was simple curiosity that drew Ekko to the heart of the academy, the so called birthplace of science and progress everyone whispered about and idolized so highly. Security wasn’t as tight as he thought it’d be. The corridor may have stretched for miles and the numerous empty rooms and research labs left him in disgust than envy that he originally walked in here with. Stumbling upon one particular room with the only occupant inside was mere serendipity right when he was ready to leave. The various research notes and blueprints tacked to the board on the wall had the bold letters reading JAYCE and a few signed with the name VIKTOR was dead give away.

 His hoverboard whirrs quietly as he guides it forward, crouching down on it now. “The harder you try to keep yourself small... the bigger you seem. You’re always in the background in photos of Tallis. You’re obviously his partner here.. and maybe the brains, too.”

He points his bat to one of the glowing blue objects mounted on a metal table. “You shouldn’t be messing with that... Things you don’t understand... It could probably create new problems instead of solving them.” The Firelight scoffs. “Not that you would actually care about fixing the actual problems existing right under your nose... But what do I know, right? I’m just a trencher... So blow yourself up or don’t. Night, pilitie.”

Without waiting for a reply, Ekko urges his board forward and he takes off back through the open doors and down the near pitch black corridors. 

prompt meme // accepting!