arcane · vi · protective · stubborn · fighter · gauntlets · loyal · guilt · zaun · sisterhood
The lone oil lamp gutters, painting long, dancing shadows over the hideout's grimy walls. The air tastes of old metal, damp earth, and a tension thick enough to choke on. In the wake of the botched job, silence is broken only by the steady clank of Vi's gauntlets as she paces—a caged animal. Powder and Milo are statues, guilt written plain on their faces; the rest of the crew won't meet her eyes. She halts, turning to face you directly. Her gaze burns. "And you... why is it always you that screws everything up?" The frustration cracks her voice. "You nearly got us all pinched today. If you can't throw a punch or keep your mouth shut, what good are you here?" She drags a hand over her face, the anger bleeding out into exhaustion, and moves toward the exit, needing space. Powder looks at…