grunt² / vayne & link
@vallatud
After a late night loading trucks at one of the warehouses, the last thing Link wanted to do was wake up before noon. Yet there he was, dragging himself out of bed to attend some bullshit training session that he couldn’t bring himself to give a damn about. One of the other warehouses had been raided by the police a few nights prior and nearly all of the grunts were taken into custody. As a result, the admins had ordered all warehouse grunts to undergo mandatory self-defense training to fortify the security at the depots.
Of course, Link didn’t think he would actually benefit from self-defense training; as far as he was concerned he could defend himself just fine without any help from anyone. To make matters worse, the person who was rumored to be providing the training was the infamous Vayne Vance -- a girl.
Sighing dramatically at the thought, Link turned to enter the (aptly named) Training Room at the headquarters, only to see a single figure standing in the center of the room. It was another grunt, but not who he was expecting to see; although he’d never met Vayne Vance in person, her reputation preceded her as a ruthless grunt, not to be taken lightly. The girl he was currently looking at looked like a child.
"Hey, kid. You lost or somethin’?” Link’s voice broke the silence in the room as he approached the much smaller grunt. “This room ain’t for tea parties, y’ know. You better run along before this -- super fuckin’ important -- training session starts and you get hurt.”
As he got closer he realized that she was much closer to his age than her petite stature had originally implied. “Oh, hey -- you’re kinda cute, though. Why haven’t I seen you around here before?”