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//Sorry for my absence lately. Work is kicking my ass for real. Maybe if I can catch a break I'll come back to replying- in the meantime you're free to shoot me a message here or on discord! Thanks guys
Cait walks into Vi's office in her sexy bunny suit, strutting along as she leaves a basket of chocolate eggs with boxer decorations (like gloves, punching bags, and such) before wiggling her eyebrows. "Happy Easter Vi~. What do you want to feast on first?"
Vi's jaw drops. She doesn't play it cool very well.
"I, uh--" She stammers for a moment, before grinning nervously. "Happy Easter, cupcake. Y'mean.. I get to choose?" Don't sound so excited, Vi. "Would you happen to be on that list? I've recently developed an acquired taste for the Piltovian variety. Really was looking for something extra sweet." There! A fast recovery. "Interested? Cause I've got a big package for you this Easter." She winks. Incorrigible.
"Phew.. long contract. Guess none of my letters to 'home' went through, eh? Zaun-sweet-home, can't wait to get my boots off..."
//Was on vaca for a bit there, will be catching up on some replies this week! Thanks for your patience chooms
"Welcome home..." They smile, leaning against the counter while they worked on serving her a glass of that good Freljordian whiskey. "Took you too long, I was starting to get worried..."
Vi rolls her shoulders easily as she strolls back in, placing her forearms against the bar. She offers a tired smirk and watches as they pour her a glass of what she loves.
"Lucky me, greeted with a pretty face and a stiff drink." She said easily, taking a seat across from them at the bar. Her calloused hand wraps around the roller, bringing the glass in and swirling the liquor mindlessly. "Sorry, took a lot longer than I anticipated."
"Phew.. long contract. Guess none of my letters to 'home' went through, eh? Zaun-sweet-home, can't wait to get my boots off..."
//Was on vaca for a bit there, will be catching up on some replies this week! Thanks for your patience chooms

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Caitlyn is dancing alone in her home, the music plays just for her, and doesn't allow herself to cry.
She's just showing her emotions through her motions.
Nothing else.
Ah. Vi's knuckles nearly rapped at the door, and yet, she stopped. Faintly, from behind the obstruction, she could hear it. That music. That song. Her other hand tightened around the strap of the bag hanging off of her shoulder, knuckles flushing white beneath those wraps. It was selfish, it always was; every time she did this, she knew it hurt just a little more. Every missing day, every unsent letter, every outstretched hand, wanting, waiting, wishing, for some reply.
But you deserve better. Maybe you'll learn, someday. Maybe you'll learn that I'm no good.
The mercenary didn't deserve to come walking back in; and she felt like such a fool, having only realized this when she heard that music. Pale eyes searched the door, as if it would open and reveal some grand answer by just her intense gaze... but it didn't. Her boots stepped away. Soft, tentative. She shouldn't be here. She wouldn't be here, as her boots carried her off, leaving the door ultimately untouched.
@songofsilentechoes - "I could probably be bench-pressed pretty easily, I think."
Vi rolls her shoulders, extends a hand, and grins smugly. "May I? For-- science, of course."
"W-well, if it's for science, I suppose it would be alright." The short woman steps closer.
Vi beams with a chuckle and takes her hand gently, inviting her closer, before she plops down. "Yeah, just- yeah that'll work." The brawler muses, placing her hands on her back, and pulls her over her chest. It's funny to watch, certainly. But, true to her word, Vi lowers her arms and pushes them up - and she bench-presses her! Easy reps.
She then sits up and eases her down next to her, pale eyes twinkling with delight. "Lovely; thank you for your scientific contribution." And she winks.
@songofsilentechoes - "I could probably be bench-pressed pretty easily, I think."
Vi rolls her shoulders, extends a hand, and grins smugly. "May I? For-- science, of course."
"I'm trying to prove a point.. who wants to get bench-pressed?"
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❛ you're an idiot ... but you are my idiot and i wouldn't have it any other way. ❜ (from Ran)
from starters
Blood dribbled unceremoniously from a split lip. Another break, another scar, to be sure. Vi's pale blue eyes twinkled mischievously under the dim lights of The Last Drop as they focused on Ran, who was pressing a cloth soaked in whiskey to her busted lip. It was clear that her adrenaline was still pumping. Who's wouldn't be, after breaking up a bar fight - and being slightly inebriated when doing so?
"Your idiot, Ran?" She clarified quietly, a teasing lilt present in her tone as she addressed them - her eyes not so subtly dragging up their form until her gaze met their own.
Ran tsks lightly as their metallic hand held her chin up only slightly so she could access the wound on Vi's lip, brows creased in worry. She knew Vi would feel all of that even more tomorrow, when the whiskey was no longer clouding her brain. She rose an eyebrow at her words and blushed slightly, gaze sliding sideways for a moment before meeting hers. "Yes, my idiot, a very idiotic idiot, but still mine..." She smirked.
Ran hadn't noticed how it all looked like until now. Their new outfit as a barmaid hugged her figure ib the exact right spots, and right now she found herself standing right between Vi's legs while the other dat down on a chair, but yet the closeness was enough to Ran could feel the warmth emanating from Vi. "You like that? Being called my idiot?" They looked down at her, smirking.
Sharp eyes caught how that pale skin flushed right along the bridge of their nose. Her shoulders slumped over easily as she gazed at them, her bloodied and bandaged hands twitching as they hung at their side, so close she could trace her thumb along the side of their leg. She restrained herself, somehow. Vi's hot breath, twanged with whiskey, tickled Ran's neck as the brawler looked up at them. Vi grinned wolfishly, her slightly sharper canines exposed in the left side of her mouth.
"Why don't you lean in a little closer and find out?" Challenged the burly woman, an emotion akin to arousal dancing in her eyes beneath the dim lights. Brawling tended to get her excited, as it seemed, and the taste of blood set her heart on fire, her blood boiling in her veins. Her hands impatiently twitched again, but she couldn't prevent her knuckles from dragging against Ran's thigh.
"I can lecture your footwork because I've seen you catch more punches with your pretty face rather than with those wonderful fists of steel you have" She teased, finally moving to caress the hand next to her. It was a strange feeling, making her both sad and happy to finally touch Violet again, even in such a small way. She was sure that the bartender would make some silly comment about how her calloused hands were 'no good compared to her soft ones' but, like everything that was different from her, Caitlyn found it delightful.
"And I don't do all the thinking, don't sell yourself short. I've been saved more than one time by your quick thinking, and you often pick up things I don't see" She took another sip of her drink, hand still on Vi, eyes still locked on her. "And there are no 'Good or Bad' cops...just bad ones. That's why we left the Enforcers, remember?"
With a wink she finally looked around, as if to see if someone was listening in.
"So...do you want to show me your office?"
"Can't have any pleasure without a little pain; where's the fun in that?" Vi's quick response came, accompanied by a crooked grin. It was that teasing tone that caused her heart, regrettably, to flutter ever so slightly in her built chest. No, it was just the way she breathed, and that was all. Nothing more.
It was even harder to excuse and dismiss when that slender, familiar hand slid onto hers. There was no mistaking the way her eyes shifted with the sensation, as if to account for some emotion that crept into her peripheral. There was briefly a look of surprise, and of something else unable to be immediately placed, named, deciphered. It was gone before it could be actively scrutinized. Instead, she eased back into her role, and kept her hand right where it was. Damn, did she miss that touch. Her thumb twitched, the calloused pad of her digit dancing with electricity as it brushed along Caitlyn's equally calloused palm hidden beneath the weathered leather of her glove. She almost remembered a time when those hands were a little softer, a little harder. Malleable, how those slender fingers could slot so naturally in between her own, when caught up in a moment. Exposed to vulnerability - but they hadn't been like that in a long time.
"Uh-huh. No more good ones, not since we left." Vi quipped, her slate blue eyes risking a glance to their hands. Well, it was meant to be a glance, and yet her stubborn eyes lingered until she actively tore them away. "You think I'm pretty?" The brawler teased, cocking an inquisitive scarred brow. "'Cause if I'm pretty.. Then you're probably some Demacian statue." She paused briefly, using her left hand instead to take a drink - she didn't dare move her right away from Caitlyn's to so menially indulge in a simple pleasure. "Chiseled from the hardest of stones, modeled after a goddess, worth a fortune... And easy as hell on the eyes." Her flirt was natural, and Vi pretended like her heart didn't skip a little. On to more pressing matters, after all.
"Cupcake, this is my office, basically. Bounty board to the left, drinks to the right... What more could a girl ask for?" She mused, lips tugging into a smirk at her ex-partner's glance around the empty bar. "But, if you really wanna see.. It's upstairs. Got all of my special shit that I don't want patrons snooping around in. More involved contracts, connections, my own little pinboard and red thread.. All official and what not."
Despite how much older Vi had clearly gotten, Warwick for a moments could see shades of the vi he had known as Vander. The look she wore, it was nothing like the face seconds prior, it was like she was scared. His heart sank at that. As a father it hurt seeing that fear and that he might be the cause. In which he was relieved when the look shifted back. “It’s okay Vi, I don’t blame you. I know I look like a monster to you.”
Gone was Vander, the man who was both feared and respected. The man who raised four precious children was only there in mind. Now all that resided was Warwick, a monster who could kill at the flicker of new emotion. Physically he there was nothing to tie him to the man he had used to be. It was a curse and a blessing that his memories survived the process.
Warwick barely reacted was he was shoved off, however the punch almost caused anger to resurface. Luckily he was able to hold it back, much easier than before at that. It was like the wolf was finally acknowledging just what Vi meant to him, like it understood. He relaxed as she locked fingers with fur and dragged his head down to her chest. It didn’t matter that her hold was tight.
His heart sunk immediately at her words. “What happened?” He frowned, letting out a sad whine. “How long has it been? Vi. I need you to tell me everything.” Warwick hadn’t been so blind that he didn’t see the changes around him. How Vi had changed.
Trembling, heavily scarred hands wrapped in bloodied white bandages clutched hard into the thick, somewhat matted fur of the beast. The very beast she was to hunt, the one she was to deliver to someone most assuredly working in leagues with a chembaron, and his massive head was pulled against her chest, where her heart beat wildly. From adrenaline, from fear, then disgust, and joy, and regret - more emotions at once than Vi was comfortable with allowing to wash over her. She just needed that anger, and that was all; anger was comfortable, familiar. This plethora of confusing and ever-present emotions created the most unsavory cocktail in her stomach and chest. She could feel the warm blood oozing from his maw, smearing against her corset, the tackiness against his matted silver fur, threading into her fingers and leaving a mess that she didn't think twice about. Her mind was far more occupied, filled with the thoughts of her younger sister. Of yet another person she failed.
Vi clutched his head tighter, her breaths coming hot and rapid as they filled his pointed ears.
"I went - I hit her, oh gods, I hit her." She seethed, because bringing this up again, dredging up these feelings like a rotting corpse in the wet ground was unbelievably painful. "And I was arrested, and - Stillwater, seven - fuck." It was too much to recount at once. She sucked in a breath; it was a poor attempt to steady herself. "It's... It's been fifteen years." She slowly breathed, her tone brimming with sorrow, regret. Anger. "Pow's.. gone."
Ran was always a stoic o e, since they were little. The only person who has ever been able to get some smiles out of them was Vi, and right now, as they sat beside each other, Ran with a small smile on their lips like old times, they come to the realization things may have changed a lot, but what made them together, what made them friends hasn't changed. Not even one bit. Her presence was there, steady, warm, as always, as if time hadn't passed and Ran was once again crying softly in her arms while she stroked their hair. It felt like home once more.
Ran looked up at her as she spoke about starting whenever they want. "Tomorrow? I can come by a bit earlier and you give me some tips, I still remember some of the stuff Vander thought but I am a bit rusty... Silco never had me prepare drinks here, he hated them, hated how my drinks tasted like Vander's ..." Ran sighed and looked up at her as she suggested catching up. "Sounds like a plan, we could go to yours, spend some time, or mine if you want... All I know is that I don't really want to be alone, not now that I found you..." They meet her smile with a crooked smile of their own.
There was something inherently pleasant about basking in the company of an old friend. It had been so many years, and so much had changed over that time. The environment, the people, the atmosphere, the ambience - not that it was all unwelcomed as the next. But Vi was different, far different than she had been when they were young. And yet, Ran was, too. It was bound to happen, especially with such an empty gap of framed time had passed by in, seemingly, a blink of an eye. But right now, she felt as if they weren't truly that different. Ran, getting out of trouble and laying low, avoiding fragmented splinter cells of chembarons scattered like mold through the Undercity, and running rampant more than the aforementioned plague. As horrendous and hard to get rid of as it was, it was... natural.
She found her boots back in the clumsy dance, her feet moving without that same coordination that she used to have in familiarity with Ran, but they must have been struggling to. Relearning this, steps forgotten over time and under pressure. Perhaps that added to some of the fun, perhaps that was what sparked something indecipherable in her chest. Perhaps that's why it was so easy to accept.
"How 'bout yours, Ran?" She found herself saying before she could catch her words. "We have plenty of catching up to do. 'Sides.. I don't feel much like spending the night alone, either." She tipped her head lightly, gazing down at them, finding her face just a little closer than it had been before. Were they always sitting so close? "Wanna finish these drinks, maybe take the bottle with, 'nd get the hell outta here? I've been kicking around here too much lately, anyway."
❛ you're an idiot ... but you are my idiot and i wouldn't have it any other way. ❜ (from Ran)
from starters
Blood dribbled unceremoniously from a split lip. Another break, another scar, to be sure. Vi's pale blue eyes twinkled mischievously under the dim lights of The Last Drop as they focused on Ran, who was pressing a cloth soaked in whiskey to her busted lip. It was clear that her adrenaline was still pumping. Who's wouldn't be, after breaking up a bar fight - and being slightly inebriated when doing so?
"Your idiot, Ran?" She clarified quietly, a teasing lilt present in her tone as she addressed them - her eyes not so subtly dragging up their form until her gaze met their own.

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🐝 * ― 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑭𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.
❛ but i do care about you ... a lot. ❜ ❛ do you really need me to say it? fine, i love you. happy now? ❜ ❛ i didn't think you'd feel the same way. ❜ ❛ the truth is, i don't want just anyone. i want you. ❜ ❛ you know i love you, right? ❜ ❛ i want to spend the rest of my life with you. ❜ ❛ you're the only person who has ever made me feel this way. ❜ ❛ can't you see how much i care about you? ❜ ❛ i did all of this for you. because ... because i love you. ❜ ❛ please don't make me say it. saying it is gonna make it real and i'm not sure i'm ready for that yet. ❜ ❛ somewhere along the way, you became more than just a friend. ❜ ❛ i can't keep pretending like i don't love you. ❜ ❛ well, i like you. i really, really like you. ❜ ❛ i like you a lot more than i ever thought i would. ❜ ❛ you're an idiot ... but you are my idiot and i wouldn't have it any other way. ❜ ❛ when we first met, i didn't think you'd ever mean so much to me. ❜ ❛ i could do this on my own but i don't want to. i want you right by my side every step of the way. ❜ ❛ for once, i'm gonna make the selfish choice and be with whoever i want to be. and that person is you. ❜ ❛ you've made me so incredibly happy. ❜ ❛ i wasn't planning on telling you like this but now is better than never. ❜ ❛ believe it or not, i do enjoy spending time with you. ❜ ❛ i still don't understand what i ever did to deserve someone like you in my life. ❜ ❛ i love you. i'm in love with you. ❜ ❛ just being with you is enough ... you are enough. ❜ ❛ i love everything about you. even the things i don't like, i love. ❜ ❛ i have been trying so hard not to say anything, to just ignore it, but i cannot do that any longer. ❜ ❛ when i wake up, you're the first person i think about. ❜ ❛ i've never felt a connection like this with anyone else ever before. ❜ ❛ there's something i've been meaning to tell you for a while ... i love you. ❜ ❛ don't ever do something like this again! i thought i'd lost you ... and i can't ever lose you. ❜ ❛ i don't hate you. i actually like you. a lot. ❜ ❛ you don't have to say anything, i understand. and i want you to know that i feel the same way. ❜ ❛ what's not to love about you? you're beautiful and kind and you're overall the most amazing person i have ever met. ❜ ❛ i have no idea how i ever managed to fall in love with someone as infuriating as you. ❜ ❛ i just want you to know how i feel ... in case one of us won't make it. ❜ ❛ i can't believe it's taken me this long to realize but i love you. ❜ ❛ whenever you're around, i can feel the butterflies in my stomach. ❜ ❛ but most of all, i hate how much i don't hate you. ❜ ❛ you are the most important person in my life. ❜ ❛ i love you more than words can express. ❜
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alias / name: Red / MJ
birthday: November 18th
zodiac sign: Scorpio
height: 5'4" / 164 cm
hobbies: Gaming, drawing, D&D
favorite color: Red
favorite book: Halo: Glasslands
last song: What You Won't Do for Love - Bobby Caldwell
last film / show: Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the Clones
recent reads: Halo: Outcasts, plenty of fanfiction too tbh
story behind url: mercenary from the undercity (very original, I know,,)
fun fact about me: I can do impressions! some of them are better than others but years of acting makes 'em good
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