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Shooting Range || Vi and Twitch

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“it’s meee…” Twitch’s voice rang out from behind the office with a mix of excitement and anticipation in his pitchy, growly voice. “Oh Officer, ehe, it’s been far too long.” He smiled coyly, giving a little flick of his tail as he approached the notably taller woman, hands behind his back. Jutting out from behind his waist seemed to be an worn leather case.

While Twitch acted and sounded the same as his past self in the League, so much seemed different about the odd rat. Instead of chemicals and poisons, Twitch’s scent was of various exotic dishes, each with their own special spice or herb to add the vicious kick that Twitch loved with his meals. His fur seemed far cleaner than it used to be - although, the newly formed matted patches suggested that this cleanliness was not his own decision. Finally, instead of his usual coat and bandoleer, he wore a thick, hooded jacket, simple, hardy jeans, his googles and a newfound set of headphones hanging around his neck. Being from Zuan, adapting to the strange new town’s technology had been, quite literally at some points, a blast.

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Vi shuddered. That shrill tone. Could she not get a damn break? Void scum, monsters from the Shadow Isles and now the Zaun sewer rat too?

She had to admit he looked... cleaner. The mere scent of him didn’t make her retch but she was sure he was till just as filthy underneath just like everyone from that damn city.

“Not long enough,” Her words were laced with anger. She knew she could slam dunk him into the hard concrete floor like she would have in the past but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to. Besides, what the hell was he even doing here? This shooting range belonged to the police force and there was supposed to be security. Although she guessed it wasn’t quite prepared for sometimes-invisible rats.

“The hell do you want, Twitch?”

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Open!

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Cassiopeia’s red lips curled up to a large grin. She slightly stick out her tongue. It has became kind of a habit since her transformation into a snake. But now she must forget it.

“ No. ” Her eyes widened, her smirk still on. “ I’m a cat.” The woman laughed quietly. Sarcasm was kinda hard since she could not do her snake jokes. Anyway ,at least she was not the only one who got into this strange town. Vi wasn’t that different , she thought , only the large fists disappeared. And where was her partner , Caitlyn?

“ It is calm for me. ” Cassiopeia shrugged. She was used to all these magical creatures. “ Plus we’re not in Valoran anymore. ” She tried to get up from the wench. Easy. Now she walked over to Vi with hesitant steps. She almost fell down , luck that the cane was here!

“ Anyway, what are you doing? ”

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Vi scoffed, “Funny.”

She couldn’t help but find the other slightly unnerving.. even in her weakened state Vi couldn’t shake the memories of that piercing glare and how many victims she had racked up on the battlefield. There were too many people she had to watch out for here already... It was bad enough back home but all of them cramped up in this tiny town...

“That’s true.. though it doesn’t mean everyone here is about to play nice now, does it?” Vi watched the girl struggle. It was painful even looking at her. She felt the urge to help but she resisted. She wasn’t about to go trusting her just because she felt bad.

“Same as always. Landed a job as a cop, guess they needed someone that could keep you lot in line.”

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Open! [Vi & Kalista]

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“Glad to hear it. Though in this place I might need an evil plan to stomp into the ground every now and again, just in case you get the urge, ya know?” Vi grinned, curling and uncurling her fingers on the table, she was itching for a good brawl. 

“But yeah, I’m with you on that. The sooner we get our asses out of here and back home the better, and I’ll be wanting to punch whoever thought this would be a good idea when I get there.” Her eyes scanned the money Kalista handed over. “And hey, if you’re always this generous you’ve sure as hell got a friend in me, Kal.”

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Kalista grinned. “You should come over to Rift Academy, if you can. There’s a training room there that’s private. It’s basically mine.” She winked, knowing Vi would want to fight after being in this peaceful town.

“And no, I’m not always this generous. Well, maybe. If you visit me often.” Kalista pushed her hair back and got up. “So, you coming?”

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“Is that so?” She could feel the grin already spreading across her face. She had to admit it would feel good to unwind.. throw a few punches. Even if it meant sparring with someone from the ghost town she so deeply despised. 

“Aha well yeah, I’ll keep that in mind.” Rising from her chair she grabbed her jacket, gesturing for the door. “Come on then, what are we waiting for?”

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Open!

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Lulu spins on her heel, eyes searching hastily for the voice that called here. “lil’ ooo range lil gree– OHOHOhhhhOb! Piiiiikkk!!” Her eyes light up as does her staff - the latter having a small purple flame upon the tip. She runs, jumps and thrusts the Elderwood branch into the air. A runic, hexagonal gateway opens up right in front of her. She crashes through it, as thought it were glass, plops down onto her now floating staff and zooms over to Vi. She spins are the pink haired officer in a few circles before jumping up, slamming one end of her stick into the ground and positioning herself atop it so that she is at Vi’s height. 

“Offfiicer Vi!” Lulu salutes rather mockingly. “Lulu is here to help! Aaaaannnd so is Pix!” She looks up next to here to a blank space of air. Her face scrunched into a scowl and she barks at Pix. “Hey! Get over here and stop being so rude!!” The little dragon returns her barking with a set of mocking yips as he lazily flies to her side from the window. “Annnnnyyways! Are you on the look out for your gloves?! Someone stealen em from ya?” p-ltoverenforcer

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Vi stopped, just a moment before slamming into the little purple mage, her brow furrowed in confusion. 

Lulu?

She vaguely remembered the Yordle though she wasn’t sure where from. What with Piltover being so linked with Bandle City she had visited often though she couldn’t quite recall seeing the girl there. 

“Well I’m glad to hear it?” Her tone was uncertain, what with her erratic behaviour Vi wasn’t really sure if Lulu’s ‘help’ wouldn’t be more of a hindrance... Vi glanced gown at her hands, they still felt strangely naked. “Nah, I was told not to use ‘em by my new boss. Something about unnecessary force.” She grumbled... though it wasn’t as if there had been much action where her gloves would be required anyway... 

“Say, you seen ain’t anyone about that could use some necessary force have ya?

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Roommates [Annie and Vi]

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Annie looked at her cake and cut the piece in half, taking the side with most the yummy icing on it. She knew that miss Vi was sad, her friend was gone and she understood the sadness. Normally sharing her sweets was not a thing she did, but miss Vi needed it too.

“He promised we could play next time we meet! It will be fun!” Annie was happy to be gathering the people she knew back into her life. Though miss Vi didn’t seem that excited about it. Didn’t she say she could take care of herself? She may be a kid but she wasn’t dumb.

Annie ate her food quickly and enjoyed the sweets. She wondered if all the meals will be like that, eating what she wants. Did miss Vi actually know how to raise her like a mom or nanny would? Or did she just want to keep her happy and from being sad or angry…

“Miss Vi… Am I scary?” Annie looked over to Vi.

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“Hmm.. I’m sure he did..” She muttered, mouth full. While she wasn’t happy with it she wasn’t really in a place to tell the girl who she could or couldn’t see. She’d just have to make sure to keep a close eye.

Vi paused, mid chew, and swallowed the lump of mangled food in her mouth. 

“No, kid.” Reaching across the table she ruffled the others mess of red hair. “You’re not scary. Not to me at least. Besides, you should’a seen me when I was your age, I was a right little terror.”

“It’s just...” She paused.. was this really the kind of conversation she wanted to be having while sitting in a dinner? “When you’re alone... it’s easy to get caught up in the wrong crown, you know? It’s like.. anything is better than being lonely, even being bad.”

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Gloves Off

“Analyzing approach.” As Viktor uttered this to himself, his preparation for the pottery class with Vi was finally over. His wild mane of hair had been tamed and domesticated. His 3rd arm had received slight alterations to ensure its complete obedience in the sculpting of clay. The dent Vi left in Viktor’s armour had been smoothed out and its function returned. All for the sake of discovering the inner workings of her hextech gauntlets. Viktor wasn’t even sure why he needed to know. Outfitting himself with the hextech gauntlet was something he’d mused with, the power they output had been felt too many times by Viktor on the fields of justice.

Viktor continued on his trek to the ceramics studio. Viktor was early to the pottery class, but this was as he calculated. He intended to practice before Vi’s arrival to make sure he had the upper hand (figuratively and literally) in sculpting.

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Vi frowned. She wasn’t exactly sure what pottery date attire was, or any kind of date for that matter, but it didn’t exactly seem like a black tie optional kind of gig. With a sigh she slammed her closet door shut and grabbed the same pair of jeans she had worn the last few days. It wasn’t like it mattered anyway, with her luck she had been landed with some sort of voidling monster and their date would quickly turn into a brawl.

Slugging on a jacket and grabbing her gauntlets she left. Late.

Pushing her way into the studio her eyes scanned over couples already sickeningly into their sculpting - arms wrapped around each other and hands playfully dabbing bits of wet clay onto each other’s faces. Vi resisted the urge to retch. An urge that become almost impossible to curb when her eyes came to rest on the one lone figure in the class.

“Hey!” She shouted, ignoring the alarmed stares of those around her. “The hell are you doing here?”

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Shooting Range || Vi and Twitch

“Yeaah! Booyah!” Vi cried, a first pump accompanying her enthusiastic tone. She had somehow found her way onto the shooting range. Yeah, it was true guns weren’t really her thing but hey, a girl had to do something to keep herself entertained.

Taking aim once more she cocked the gun and gently squeezed the trigger, the gunshot deafening her momentarily - a dull thwang ringing in her ears. Leaning in closer she searched for the bullet hole, mere inches from the bullseye. 

“Heh, and Cait acts like this stuff is hard.” She scoffed. Ejecting the magazine she reached for the stock of bullets beside her to reload.. and paused. A quiet shuffling sound had garnered her attention. 

Shoving the magazine back in the housing, roughly only half full, she span around arm outstretched. “Hey, who goes there?”

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Cupcake Delivery || Vi & Caitlyn

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“I have faith she will do her job to the best of her ability,” Caitlyn paused, setting down her cup and moving to fold her hands atop her desk. “Although if you’re concerned for her performance, perhaps you could show her the ropes yourself? I’m sure she’d be grateful for the opportunity to learn from the best, after all." 

Vi had always been readable, she always spoke up about anything she was opposed to and wore her emotions on her sleeve. It was clear to Caitlyn that something other than general dislike of the Ionian was fueling the fire. She knew the two woman had great and many differences, however with Irelia now a member of the force, Caitlyn would have to step in.

"I know things here are very different, Vi, and I understand the two of you may not get along.” The sheriff continued, her tone firm yet understanding. “However, she is a fellow officer now. It may not be of your liking but a training exercise may be in both of your best interests. You may not be able to set aside your differences, but learning to respect one another despite them is important in this field of work.” A soft, pleading smile as the brunette made eye contact.

“At least try to get along?”

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“Yeah yeah,” Vi made a noncommittal hand gesture. The truth was she had never really been sure why exactly Caitlyn had hired her instead of sticking her in a jail cell. Sure, she caught the bad guys but it wasn’t as though Caitlyn couldn’t manage that herself and Vi’s methods normally ended up with a lot of... collateral damage.

Her life as a criminal hadn’t exactly left her with much respect for the rules and after she had abandoned her gang she had pretty much prepared herself for a life of solitude, it wasn’t as if she had any family to go back to after all. Then Caitlyn had come along with her snobby attitude and insistence of following the law by the code and Vi had still found herself biting her hand off at a chance of some companionship again. It didn’t matter how good you were if you were stuck doing it all alone.

“I’ll try my best but I can’t promise anything..” She found herself wondering if Caitlyn had had to have a similar conversation with any of her colleagues when Vi herself had become one of Piltover’s Finest. Perhaps she was being a little harsh... “But hey, as long as she’s not afraid to get her hands dirty I guess I can put up with her, eh?”

What could she say, she was a sucker for that damn smile.

“But enough about her, you enjoying yourself in this sweet little town, Cait?”

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Beeep boop

What’s this? You awake to find your computer screen aglow, but who could be messaging you at this time of night. Scrambling out of bed you make your way over to the desk, perhaps knocking a shin or two on your journey, and your blurry eyes try to make out the words in the yellow glow.

-- "Ah what the fu-" Vi jumped up, words cut off by an unintelligible cry of pain as she smacked her toe against her bedside cabinet. "This better be good..." she muttered, hobbling over to the computer screen, eyes squinting from the harsh light. Pottery... she had been assigned pottery?! With some random guy? Well... whoever it was was lucky she took up any opportunity to make a mess but the only soft and gooey she would be experiencing would be the clay - and if he expected anything else.... Well, she might just have to take her gauntlets too.

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Cupcake Delivery || Vi & Caitlyn

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It was unmistakable when Vi entered the building. Caitlyn didn’t have to glance up from her current task to recognize the metal ‘tang’ of keys being lazily tossed onto a nearby desk. She continued, elegant scratching at the form laid in front of her as she waited for her partner to notice her presence. If she was going to be stuck in this new, foreign place at least it was with someone familiar which helped quiet the small anxieties tugging at the back of her mind. It wasn’t Piltover, that much was for sure, but until the brunette figured out just where she was and how she got there, she would play along.

The sheriff arched a brow at Vi’s accentuation of her own prominence. “Discipline?” Caitlyn started, her eyes raising to meet the gaze of her partners. “Perhaps if any of that coffee managed to spill onto those forms, we’ll have somewhere to start then.” Her hands moved to sort the work before her, setting the recently finished form atop it’s own pile before reaching to the smaller stack and laying the next sheet before her.

“And I’d be cautious, Vi, or Irelia will be handling any future write-ups of yours.” A slight tug at the corner of the woman’s lips before they were met with her teacup.

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“Relax, Cupcake!” Vi rolled her eyes, two minutes here and it already felt like she was back in Piltover again. Picking up her cup, leaving a ring of coffee on the table, she gestured to show her papers were fine. “I didn’t mess up your precious paperwork.” 

As she watched Caitlyn neatly stack her papers, filled in with equally neat hand writing, a feeling of guilt crept in as she thought about the messy piles of form after form stashed away in her draws... Vi herself had never really seen the point in these reports, the criminal was in jail what else did they need to know?! But with Caitlyn as her superior once more she was a lot more worried about what might happen if she continued to neglect her work.

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” Vi’s glared at the other. “That girl doesn’t know a truncheon from a pair of handcuffs! Trust me, first case she gets put on she’ll be begging me to come save the day.”

Vi couldn’t help it, she was bitter about the Ionian captain being assigned to their office. Vi had an.. orthodox way of doing things and it had taken her and Caitlyn long enough to sort out their mismatched ideas of how things were going to be - never mind adding someone new in.  She grinned, a smugness in her tone. “I’m the best, after all. Even you know that!”

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Open!

Vi’s fingers curled and uncurled, a look of annoyance on her face. She felt light, free, graceful - it was awful! Apparently her gloves were ‘unorthodox’ and ‘not how they did things around here’ which was ridiculous as a little while after her little lecture on police brutality she was given a gun! As if shooting the buggers was was better than teaching them a lesson with her fists - but it was better than nothing.

So here she was, on patrol, and severely disappointed with the quiet peaceful town she had been dumped in. 

Damn it… I’ve even starting to miss that blue haired little bra-

She stopped, back stiffening, as her eyes locked on a figure idling by a shop window. “Hey!” She shouted, obnoxious as always. “I know you?”

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“ I would doubt! ” Cassiopeia spat back. The woman that was know for her terrific tail and great poisonous powers was now a human like others. Her tail was gone , and her skin changed back to what happened before the Shurima events ; a deep olive skin and dark reddish hair tied up in a knot.

“ There is no need to shouting when things are calm and peaceful like this. You can enjoy peace , can’t you? ”

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Vi’s eyes narrowed... She certainly did look familiar as was that viscous tongue. Her words were like venom....

“Cassiopeia, is that you?” Vi looked the other up and down, no tail - obviously - but there was a cane - her legs positioned awkwardly as though walking was new for her. Well, if Orianna could go from clockwork to confused blonde in two seconds flat in this place then she guessed anything was possible...

“Calm and peaceful?” She snorted, “ If you call Zaun scum and monsters from the void arriving every other second ‘calm’ then it seems more than your legs got messed up on your way here!”

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[OpenRP] Malzahar’s Mission

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As he was lifted bodily off his feet by the gauntleted officer Malzahar felt fear grip him, he knew he wasn’t built for this and her anger was quite ferocious. Inside him though there was something else, anger, indignation, rage. The void was always closer just after he awoke and he HAD just been unconscious for a moment. Who WAS this, human to dare and challenge the prophet, who was SHE compared to the infinite wisdom and power of the voice. Outwardly his eyes flashed and swirled as if through his pupils were the very stars themselves. His mask had fallen and he sneered at her. It was beneath him even to speak to this one, what law of men could have authority over the powers he served! The void channeled through him and a flash of purple sent them both hurtling apart. He felt his own flesh tear from the impact, although she had obviously felt the brunt of the blast. One of the risks of being an agent of the void was the blatant disregard for human frailty. Very good, nothing can stand in the way of your service to the cause, Call us forth and release us into this place. Blood dripped from his arm and a cut on his cheek as he got to his feet and he stood, watching Vi a few feet away waiting for her to make a move. He hoped he was ready for it.

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“If you don’t hand it over I’m going to have take you down the station-” Vi’s voice was cut off, she had been paying little attention the other’s face, not wishing to stare at the face of some voidling scum for too long. This had been a mistake.

A flash of purple blinded her for a moment before she felt the force knocking her back. Her years of brawling instincts kicked in and she braced herself for the impact but she knew it would still do a number on her shoulder.

She winced as she landed feeling the- Wait. Where was the pain? 

Looking around her vision was... not obscured but certainly hazy. A grey mist surrounded her, a stray butterfly bouncing off her nose making her blink “what the fuck?”

Scrambling to her feet, the strange orb following her movements, she raised her fists. This was certainly a lot more than she had been prepared for.

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Caitlyn: “…”

((Vi’s got the moves… No one’s gonna steal her cupcake away.))

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Cupcake Delivery || Vi & Caitlyn

After her... somewhat disturbing run in with the chain warden Vi really needed some coffee. It was far too early in the day to drag a soul stealing creep away from a bunch of criminal scum and she doubted he would stay gone for long.

Tossing her keys on her desk as she passed Vi punched in the numbers on their temperamental vending machine, which was admittedly slightly easier without the hindrance of her gloves. Although she kind of liked the surprise of not knowing which buttons you had actually pressed.

With some whirring, clanking and otherwise worrying noises the machine bled out some nondescript brown liquid into a cup. She glugged it down, the burning somewhat masking the bitter taste flooding her pallet. 

“Ah, cheap and hot just how I- Uh..” A grin stretched lazily across her lips as she span to catch sight of the brunette who had taken up the desk across from her own.

“Well now, when they said we were getting some new staff I thought they just meant that stuck up Ionian girl.” She dropped the cup down onto her desk, some coffee spilling across the chipped wooden surface, and perched herself on the edge with little regard for the papers and files she disrupted while doing so. “Good to see ya’, Cupcake. This place is shambles, we could really use some-” Her voice took on a terrible British lilt. “Discipline.”

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Three days had passed without a moment of sleep, and the Warden was still going. This was all a hassle, mostly because he didn’t know what to do now. He had already answered calls about divorce cases, but this isn’t what made him happy. To take out his frustration, Thresh decided to scout his prison until someone decided to spit at him. Ah yes, his first victim.

Nothing about this situation was quiet and most of the other prisoners were mortified. “Ah, my sweet, your song is so beautiful! I just might have to ask for an encore!” Thresh gave a cruel and sadistic laugh as he sliced and carved into the prisoner’s flesh like a beautiful canvas. Though, Thresh really only enjoyed the music. He didn’t even care if someone would come by and check out the screams. This was his prison; not theirs.

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“There,” Vi threw the man roughly into an empty cell, slamming the bars shut. Though his face was a mangled mess of blue and purple, he was lucky she hadn’t been wearing her gloves. “Settle in, make yourself at home! You’re gonna be here a long time.”

This was not the first prisoner she had detained but he was the first real piece of work she had encountered in this otherwise genteel town. She scoffed when she though of what most of the guys in here had been arrested for, tax evasion probably - and as such it was a relatively quiet place compared to the one back home. Or at least... It usually was.

She shivered as the blood curdling screams started, trickling their way down the corridors towards her. This was not prison rough housing... this was something way, way worse.

She was already running. Footsteps thundering in a steady rhythm that was nowhere near loud enough to drown out the horrifying sound. Reaching the block, other prisoners cowering away in their cells with hand over their ears, she saw him. 

Of course.

Barging into the cell she grabbed the hook’s chain, ice cold, and wrenched it away from the bloody victim. “What the hell  do you think you’re doing?! Who gave you permission to be here?!”

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✍: What is your muse’s handwriting like?

Vi’s handwriting is... to put it bluntly.. a mess. She constantly writes in capitals as she believes it’s the best way to get her point across whether writing on a computer or with a pen. Caitlyn has to end up re-writing any work related reports she sends out as she is the only one who can read her writing - after a long, long time learning how.

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[OpenRP] Malzahar’s Mission

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His head rang from the blow against the pavement, eyes lost focus. He lost consciousness. “We….draw….closer……..prepare…the…way…”

Malzahar opened his eyes to a fine view of an overly aggressive law enforcer pinning him to the ground. He had never enjoyed being ganked and was not about to let such behaviour pass in this new place. “What in the name of Sithis do you think you are doing!?” - His outrage apparent even though the woman’s weight took a lot of the force from his voice.

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Vi’s eyes opened wide, taking in the other’s appearance now she was no longer in ‘detain mode’. The harlem pants, the hood. It was Malza-something or other. From the.. void..

Getting to her feet she grabbed the scrawny male by the scruff of his neck, dragging him up to face her. 

“I should have known it would be one of you!” She spat the last word like a curse. She had never been good around his kind, or those from the Shadow Isles, they were evil by nature - not the kind of hooligans she could beat some sense into that ran amok around Piltover. “Now I don’t know who the hell Sithis is but in the name of the law I am arresting you for theft!”