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8. Having a mental breakdown
//Oh, well then o_o
Varus entered the room, having rushed as soon as he’d heard he was needed.
The League’s champions had residencies in the League, though the Archer frequently returned to his cottage in Ionia, he was residing there on this night. As he was preparing for bed, a frantic knock at his door forced him to exit in a hurry, informing him that one of his neighbors’( if the champions were to be organized alphabetically, the two would most definitely be near each other), room had loud noises, composed of cries and distressed moans.
“Vi? Are you…is everything alright?”
@resist-arrest-already
Vi’s room was an absolute mess, half the thing smashed to pieces and several gauntlet sized dents now lined the walls of her room, Vi herself was standing in the middle breathing heavily as the voice cause her to snap her head towards the source, a vicious look on her face as her eyes fell upon the archers. “Do I look ok?” She said with a snarl.
The archer approached cautiously, hands raised.
“In truth, most definitely not…but…perhaps it would be beneficial for you to…vent, a bit? As to what ails you so?”
“There trying to kick me out, Caitlyn told me the other officers say I’m too rough and brash to be a benefit for the force, I AM NOT BRASH!” Vi shouted as she slammed her fist into the wall again creating a large hole that could see into the next room over as she retracted her hand and continued to pant, obviously tiring out from smashing her room apart.
