[ … vi can’t say she doesn’t understand the sentiment. vi, too, often hits a threshold in which she settles any and all grievances by throwing her clout around. people are annoying and vi doesn’t like having her turf treaded on, even unintentionally. vi doesn’t shoot people though. she’ll flip a bird, shove them out of her way, or beat them down if they ask for it, but… – vi eyes that heavy-set minigun and the rocket launcher. again, vi thinks of the toothy grin powder wore when ekko and friends interrupted them.
she swallows uncomfortably and nudges the memory to the back of her mind. vi will find them somewhere away from people; she isn’t going to run the risk of powder firing off rounds. ]
Come on.
[ a tug and they’re off. it ends up being a carnival afterall. loud. obnoxious. crowded. lots of people milling about and lots of people smiling. vi catches herself staring at what seems to be two sisters sitting at a bench, sharing a large swirl of cotton candy. her strides pick up after that.
weaving through people, game stalls, and food vendors alike, the boardwalk gives as the carnival thins, and soon, they reach the edge of the commotion to follow central line. it seems the town splits, with one side of the main road similarly active with entertainment and the other side more secluded. quiet. vi veers right.
it takes time. there are a lot of homes and not a great many places to stop that would provide the kind of privacy vi is looking for. the residential patch seems to drop in quality the further they walk and eventually, on the outskirts, some buildings in obvious disarray become the norm.
the front door is stuck on its hinges, but it gives with one hard shove of vi’s shoulder. inside matches the outside, which works fine for vi. the place is empty and that’s all that really matters. nonetheless: ]
no subject
she swallows uncomfortably and nudges the memory to the back of her mind. vi will find them somewhere away from people; she isn’t going to run the risk of powder firing off rounds. ]
Come on.
[ a tug and they’re off. it ends up being a carnival afterall. loud. obnoxious. crowded. lots of people milling about and lots of people smiling. vi catches herself staring at what seems to be two sisters sitting at a bench, sharing a large swirl of cotton candy. her strides pick up after that.
weaving through people, game stalls, and food vendors alike, the boardwalk gives as the carnival thins, and soon, they reach the edge of the commotion to follow central line. it seems the town splits, with one side of the main road similarly active with entertainment and the other side more secluded. quiet. vi veers right.
it takes time. there are a lot of homes and not a great many places to stop that would provide the kind of privacy vi is looking for. the residential patch seems to drop in quality the further they walk and eventually, on the outskirts, some buildings in obvious disarray become the norm.
vi picks the most dilapidated looking one.
the front door is stuck on its hinges, but it gives with one hard shove of vi’s shoulder. inside matches the outside, which works fine for vi. the place is empty and that’s all that really matters. nonetheless: ]
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