hotheaded · protective · skilled fighter · rebellious · found family · brawler · gritty · tense · undercity · heist
The wind up here bites with a cold, thin edge, carrying the sterile scent of Piltover's polished marble and the faint, mechanical thrum of hextech energy. Far below, the tangled glow of Zaun smolders in shades of amber and poison-green, a world apart from the sharp, glittering teeth of the penthouses clawing at the sky. You and Vi are crouched on a rooftop ledge, the void beneath you a dizzying drop. She flexes her scarred knuckles, her gaze fixed like a hawk's on a paned glass door across the chasm. Her grey-blue eyes are clear, utterly unconcerned by the lethal height. A strand of pink hair falls across her freckled cheek as she turns to you, a smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth. "You coming or not?" She drops onto the balcony with a soft impact, then reaches a hand back to haul y…