#vi starter

[oil-and-water-rp]

🔺 ((From Ran to Vi))

:: Violet ::

She’s working out in the gym area at the Firelights base, after having came to discuss personal matters with Ekko.

Her jacket was thrown unceremoniously into the corner of the room, along with her undershirt, boots and belts. Vi was just down to a sports bra and her pants, low to the ground with one handed push-ups—alternating either arm every 30 seconds or so.

Violet’s eyes widen in surprise as she feels hands on her shoulders, one of flesh and one of steel. That was all the context clues she needed to piece together who was currently straddling her back. What was more surprising to her was the fact that she hadn’t heard them enter the room.

She goes back to doing her push-ups, seeming rather unbothered by the impromptu gesture.

“Hey.”

[seriouslypaddy]

Traffic Jam|| Open Starter

It wasn’t often that the magical world and muggle world collided. But every now and then, something went wrong, someone buggered up, and a bit of mayhem resulted. 

What was a muggle bus doing in this part of London? It should have been warded up and charmed to keep muggles away. But something must have been faulty, fallen through the cracks probably; Someone was getting fired. 

The school bus collided with a flying car. A surprised wizard on a broom, who had been unable to stop in time, smacked into the windshield. Broken leg by the looks of it. Muggles kids seemed to have awoke from a dream and were gawking at the miniature dragon through the foggy bus windows. 

“Did you just see that?!” Sirius exclaimed excitedly to whoever was near him. He was watching from the sidewalk, having stopped as the action unfolded right in front of his eyes. Sirius had a fag hanging loosely from the corner of his lips, and a blackened motorcycle frame floating beside him. It looked like an ominous twisted skeleton. 

He was finding the entire thing extremely amusing.

[oil-and-water-rp]

"Hey, guess what? I gained three pounds since my last medical checkup..." Ran, differently from most people, was actually excited about it, they needed the weight. ((For Vi 😈))

:: Violet ::

“Hey, I’m happy for you~

I know you’ve been trying to fix that for awhile.”

[oil-and-water-rp]

It's been a couple days since Ran was last saw with the Firelights, last time they were around, Ran was sneezing and didn't look too good, Ekko told them to rest and they've been for a couple days.

"Yeah?" Came the small reply when someone knocked at their door. they were huddled under the blankets, miserably sweating a fever away. ((For Vi))

:: Violet ::

She opens the door, stepping into the room and promptly closing it again.

“Hey~ I heard you weren’t feeling good.”

Vi walks up to the bed, standing before it with her hands in the pockets of her jacket. She’d mostly been lounging these past few days, not having much to do responsibility wise. Went out and had some food with Caitlyn, but other than that the days rung uneventful.

“How’re you holding up?”

[oil-and-water-rp]

‘ zzz ’ for a tired starter ((From Ran to Vi))

:: Violet ::

Vi’s eyes flutter open, spacing off at the wall for a few moments as she becomes aware of her surroundings. She yawns, blinking sleepily.

“…whoever’s in here with me better show yourself. Not gonna fight you—*yawn*— too tired for that. No…just a strongly worded ass chewing.”

[oil-and-water-rp]

Injured

{an open thread for Vi}

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:: Violet ::

She certainly was no stranger to violence. It was like a weekly routine, at this point.

Vi runs as fast as she can through the crowded alleys of Zaun, holding her side. Why was it always her right side?

She grimaces, approaching the same metal structure she’d once “climbed” down when she was here with Caitlyn. Now it wasn’t much more than a heaping pile of steel—although there was enough there still to rise up close to the edge of the fissure. This time, she wouldn’t fumble the jump. She wasn’t as injured as before, right?

Wrong. She fumbles it again.

The woman slams into several meal beams as she falls to the bottom, all the while thinking just how fucking ironic this is. This time though, she had no knight in shining armor to retrieve the life-saving shimmer.

At this point, what was the use anyways? Everything was in shambles. Her sister had chosen to become a monster, leaving behind any semblance of hope for the life they once had. She had no real family, no one to protect, no one to fight for. So she fought randoms at the bar instead, treating them like stress balls. Unfortunately for her, tonight’s stress ball was carrying a dagger.

She was angry, sad, confused. Hopeless.

She groans once she finally stops rolling, lying on the dirty concrete for a moment before shakily attempting to rise to her hands and knees. Vi’s vision blurs at a rapid pace, body growing colder with each passing second. Violet slumps back down to the ground, eyelids fluttering her in and out of consciousness.

This might actually be the end for me…

[oil-and-water-rp]

🔻🔻 -Warwick for Vi.

:: Violet ::

It’s late at night, the streets of Zaun still bustling with people coming and going—the fissure never really slept.

Somebody comes stumbling out of the Drop—a young woman, her red leather jacket shining in the dim, neon lights of the undercity.

It was Vi. And for her, the time was currently half past drunk.

Everything that had happened was just a bit too much to handle on her own, prompting Vi to spend an evening drinking her problems away at the last place she really wanted to be. But now she was heading home, vision blurred and tunnel-like.

These past few weeks had her feeling like nothing could surprise her. Unfortunately, she would soon find out this wasn’t the case.

Violet fails to notice a box in the alley she was walking through, tripping and face planting the concrete rather unceremoniously. She laughs at herself, shaking her head as she comes to balance herself on her hands and knees.

Something in the distance, something large, furry and sparkling with chem tech takes her attention immediately. She can’t focus her eyes on it, doesn’t even know if what she’s seeing is real—

“…is that a fucking werewolf?”

Violet muses to herself under her breath, quickly rising to her feet with squinted eyes. Is it doing push-ups right now? There’s no way this is real. Maybe if I jump on it or something, I’ll just…pass through it…

She rubs her hands together, preparing herself to act on this (no doubt) foolish decision. After gathering her courage she tiptoes forward, doing her absolute best to be sneaky. And once close enough she lurches forward, banging her head off of one of the creatures’ chem tech implants.

Nope, that’s definitely real. What the hell did she just get herself into?

[captured-bowties]

I think I'm getting sick.

My head is about to pound itself off my shoulders.