[zaun au] [request]

Rumours of a technological genius spread through Zaun quickly. They’d started off as small; ‘where did the vent filters come from? It must have been an inventor’ to ‘There’s a genius living in a secret laboratory who’s working to fix Zaun’

Most people didn’t believe it. They thought it was simple optimism clouding everyone’s vision. Janna wouldn’t bless them with someone who can do so much good— after all, he didn’t have a name or a face. Even those who did believe it were too scared to follow the rumours. Allegedly, he was cruel, evil, murderous. Most people didn’t have the guts to track him down.

That’s why you took it upon yourself to chase these rumours. You’d heard he was a Zaunite— great. so helpful. Of course he was Zaunite what kind of rumour was that!? Then you’d heard he was hideously deformed. Okay- that was something you could work with. The next few rumours lead you right to his lab; he had a cane— maybe he was old? He often left his lab to get sweet milk. Okay- you could just stalk the places you knew that sold sweet milk. And finally, he moved around in a cloak. Not many people wore a cloak- you knew that would help locate him in a crowd.

So, your quest began. Spent days following trails of two feet and a cane in the mud— that had lead to the house of old people. Bust. You’d waited around multiple drink stands. Nothing for most days. Then you saw him. A cloaked figure, a cane under his arm. Bingo.

You followed the man, making sure to blend into the crowd. Surely he didn’t notice…?

“I know you’re there.” A thick accent rung out as he opened the door to a run down little house. You froze, he turned. “You are the first person to actually have the guts to follow me though.” He seemed almost amused.

The man lifted his hood off, then entered the makeshift lab, leaving the door open for you to follow. Huh. He wasn’t the ruthless, cruel man you’d heard about— nor was he hideously deformed or old. How strange.