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ON GOING
SLOW UPDATES
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I would like to go... Back to the old house...
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I've been waiting, I was born waiting...
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IN WHICH
Everything has changed, so all they want to do is go back to the simpler times.
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Vi x OC
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"Thank you... for saving me." I breathe out shakily.
"You did that yourself." She states still not turning around. "I don't think you'll need your bandages anymore... Put your shirt on. I'll go get Sevika and Isha." She sighs as she leaves jogging slightly to find them.
I get out of the bed slowly, painstakingly so. The strain of moving my body for the first time in almost a month really showing how stiff I am. I stand still for a moment to get used to the feeling once again before I sigh, and decide to change my clothes completely. I see Vi's old jacket hung over the back of the chair and I smile before opening a set of drawers for some new clothes.
I pull out a muted green tank top that has a couple rips here and there, but it's not something that is rare in the Undercity so I pull it over my head. I wince as I do so, my waist stretching for the first time and I note that I'll have to be careful with it. I then pull out a pair of extremely baggy cargo trousers and pull them on aswell.
I notice the addition of railings around my platform specifically and smile softly at the thought. I put my boots on and start to head to the middle before something catches my eye. I turn to see a new pair of black Hextech daggers covered in pink, green and blue paint designs with the gemstones lodged in the centre of the handles along side a new belt with hilts for them both. I slip the belt around my waist, re-clip the hilts to it and put the daggers inside just as Jinx returns with Sevika and Isha.
Isha immediately let's go of Jinx's hand and runs to me hugging my legs with Sevika close behind, wrapping her good arm around my waist gently and her mechanical one around my shoulders.
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Vi's POV~
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I roll my shoulders deep in a pit of shame and victory. Surrounded by a hundred unfamiliar faces cheering on this man stood in the shadows in front of me. As he finally steps into the light, my eyes widen at the familiar face, metal jaw and covered in tattoos. I smirk slightly as he cheers when announced as the "butterfly weight champion" before he turns to me. Its over quick as I uppercut him for like the third time. As he falls to the floor, a stunned silence envelopes the room as they realise what I've done. A numb guilt fills my heart as my mind is clouded by thoughts of Brandy... I miss her. The black makeup caking my face shifts beneath my sweat and separates disgustingly as I continue my winning streak across opponents.
