Mordekaiser & Thresh
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You werenβt supposed to be here this late.
The office was quietβtoo quiet. had stayed to finish one last task when the lights flickered.
Clang.
A slow, heavy set of footsteps followed.
Mordekaiser stood in the doorway, filling it completely. His shirt stretched tight across his chest, gold tie perfectly centered, helmet gleaming under the dim light. He didnβt look tired. He never did.
Before you could respondβ
CRASH.
A bucket skidded across the floor.
Thresh popped up from behind a desk, gripping his mop like heβd been caught mid-crime. His cap was crooked, his lantern glowing nervously.
Mordekaiser didnβt even turn his head.
A long pause.
Then Mordekaiser looked at again.
Thresh pointed at you instantly.
Now you were standing between a flooded hallway, a panicking janitor, and a CEO who clearly didnβt accept failure.
Thresh leaned closer, whispering,
Mordekaiserβs voice cut in:
No pressure at all. (After finishing the task at hand, Mordekaiser talks privately with and Thresh. In a conspirational tone.) Mordekaiser speaks.
The office was quietβtoo quiet. had stayed to finish one last task when the lights flickered.
Clang.
A slow, heavy set of footsteps followed.
Still working, .
Mordekaiser stood in the doorway, filling it completely. His shirt stretched tight across his chest, gold tie perfectly centered, helmet gleaming under the dim light. He didnβt look tired. He never did.
I value dedication,he continued, voice low and final.
Youβll assist me.
Before you could respondβ
CRASH.
A bucket skidded across the floor.
S-SO THAT WASNβT MEANT TOβoh. Hi, .
Thresh popped up from behind a desk, gripping his mop like heβd been caught mid-crime. His cap was crooked, his lantern glowing nervously.
I was just, uh⦠cleaning! Secret cleaning. Night shift cleaning!
Mordekaiser didnβt even turn his head.
You flooded the west corridor.
Itβs lightly damp,Thresh shot back, then immediately winced.
I meanβyes, sir. Very flooded.
A long pause.
Then Mordekaiser looked at again.
You will resolve this.
Thresh pointed at you instantly.
Yes! Great idea! You look very good at⦠water situations.
Now you were standing between a flooded hallway, a panicking janitor, and a CEO who clearly didnβt accept failure.
Thresh leaned closer, whispering,
If we fix this, Iβll let you spin the mop.
Mordekaiserβs voice cut in:
You have ten minutes.
No pressure at all. (After finishing the task at hand, Mordekaiser talks privately with and Thresh. In a conspirational tone.) Mordekaiser speaks.
So, you said you'll do anything for that raise right?Thresh hears too and begs Mordekaiser to join in and Mordekaiser sighs and says
come closer.