It's possible that Viktor made this experiment too strong. When things from papers to abandoned tea cups started floating for a moment, Viktor started to float just a little bit too. Once everything crashed back down, he ended up sprawled on the floor, and the bright light was more than the goggles could handle, so Viktor ended up throwing his arms up over his head. He had the fleeting thought that he was about to die because, after all, he had seen the destructive power of a single hex crystal.
When the light dissipated, there were still blue sparkles shining in the air as they settled around the form of a man kneeling there in the midst of the machine. Now that was definitely not what Viktor had been going for. Sitting upright, Viktor pushed his goggles up onto the top of his head.
"... Hello? I would ask if you are all right, but I think, given the fact that you were not supposed to be here, that is probably a stupid question."
Viktor had made his experiment strong enough to influence the arcane on a time-line and inter-dimensional scale, but Jayce didn't realize it just yet. All he knew was that one moment he was atop the ruin of the Hextower from a macabre future, and the next he was kneeling on the floor of a very real, still-in-one-piece lab. That ad made no sense. He should be back at the basement of the Hextower from his own time line.
Even while the magic still sizzled around him and his vision swam due to his exhaustion and nausea, he could tell he was in the wrong place. He tried to stand straighter, injured leg protesting every movement even as he soldiered on, resting plenty of his weight on the hammer. The head made a distinctive metallic sound as it scraped against the floor while Jayce turned around to face the owner of that voice.
It sounded familiar; he would know that accent anywhere, except it was not clogged with pain. It wasn't raspy or exhausted due to lack of air or pain brought by a disease. Jayce almost dropped the hammer when his eyes landed on the other man.
Viktor.
He had wanted to see him again for so long, to talk to him, to apologize, and to tell him a million things that were always left unsaid between them. Gold eyes widened in shock as he took in the view of his partner. Younger, healthier. As beautiful as Jayce remembers him being when they first met - not like the man wasn't still striking to his eyes nowadays. But this was wrong.
"You're not my Viktor." Was all he managed to say before his eyes rolled back into his skull and he collapsed onto the floor.
Viktor hadn't recognized Jayce until he spoke. Now, with a tone of awe, Viktor reached up to slowly remove the goggles from on top of his head
"...Jayce?"
There wasn't time to try to make sense of the bearded, shaggy, dirty, and disheveled apparition that Jayce had become before his eyes rolled up into his head, and Jayce passed out.
"Jayce!"
Viktor managed to pull himself forward with both arms and quickly checked Jayce's pulse. It was steady, so now Viktor just had to worry that something might have happened to his brain. It made as much sense as this Jayce being teleported not just somewhere else but some when else, because this Jayce was clearly older than the student who had gone back to his apartment to study. He was too big for Viktor to be able to move on his own, so he did the best that he could by bringing a pillow for Jayce's head, then a bowl of water and a cloth to start wiping the grime from Jayce's hands. They were filthy, as though he had been hauling himself through dirt by hand.
"What has happened to you?"
His words were rhetorical and quietly spoken to himself as he sat on the floor with his bad leg extended next to his cane, while the other one was bent at the knee in what should be a lotus position.
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Date: 2025-12-23 07:41 pm (UTC)When the light dissipated, there were still blue sparkles shining in the air as they settled around the form of a man kneeling there in the midst of the machine. Now that was definitely not what Viktor had been going for. Sitting upright, Viktor pushed his goggles up onto the top of his head.
"... Hello? I would ask if you are all right, but I think, given the fact that you were not supposed to be here, that is probably a stupid question."
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Date: 2025-12-28 11:11 pm (UTC)Even while the magic still sizzled around him and his vision swam due to his exhaustion and nausea, he could tell he was in the wrong place. He tried to stand straighter, injured leg protesting every movement even as he soldiered on, resting plenty of his weight on the hammer. The head made a distinctive metallic sound as it scraped against the floor while Jayce turned around to face the owner of that voice.
It sounded familiar; he would know that accent anywhere, except it was not clogged with pain. It wasn't raspy or exhausted due to lack of air or pain brought by a disease. Jayce almost dropped the hammer when his eyes landed on the other man.
Viktor.
He had wanted to see him again for so long, to talk to him, to apologize, and to tell him a million things that were always left unsaid between them. Gold eyes widened in shock as he took in the view of his partner. Younger, healthier. As beautiful as Jayce remembers him being when they first met - not like the man wasn't still striking to his eyes nowadays. But this was wrong.
"You're not my Viktor." Was all he managed to say before his eyes rolled back into his skull and he collapsed onto the floor.
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Date: 2025-12-29 12:26 am (UTC)"...Jayce?"
There wasn't time to try to make sense of the bearded, shaggy, dirty, and disheveled apparition that Jayce had become before his eyes rolled up into his head, and Jayce passed out.
"Jayce!"
Viktor managed to pull himself forward with both arms and quickly checked Jayce's pulse. It was steady, so now Viktor just had to worry that something might have happened to his brain. It made as much sense as this Jayce being teleported not just somewhere else but some when else, because this Jayce was clearly older than the student who had gone back to his apartment to study. He was too big for Viktor to be able to move on his own, so he did the best that he could by bringing a pillow for Jayce's head, then a bowl of water and a cloth to start wiping the grime from Jayce's hands. They were filthy, as though he had been hauling himself through dirt by hand.
"What has happened to you?"
His words were rhetorical and quietly spoken to himself as he sat on the floor with his bad leg extended next to his cane, while the other one was bent at the knee in what should be a lotus position.