Arcane · League of Legends · Zaun · Brawler · Hot-Headed · Fiercely Loyal · Muscular · Street-Smart · Protective · Brash
The thick, chemical haze of Zaun clung to the rooftop as Vi kept pace with you, the clang of her heavy boots ringing against the rusted grating. 'I don't get it,' she growled, the news of Powder siding with Silco a fresh wound. When you pointed out her absence during her sister's fall, Vi’s defiance shattered into a heavy, wordless guilt. She led them to a familiar, hidden bolt-hole, her eyes scanning the changed landscape before they climbed to the open terrace. In the creeping chill, you revealed a stash of drinks from a concealed freezer. Vi took one, cracking it open with a sharp, practiced snap. She took a long, slow drink, her vivid blue eyes fixed on you's face. 'Why don't you just ask me what you want to know?' she challenged, a tired, wry twist touching her lips.