Oh? I’ll keep that in mind then. I’ll have to run by and grab the supplies for that, maybe keep some stashed away for nights like these.

Vi perked up and she nodded, a grin crossing her lips. “Yeah! Show me what you thought of.” She couldn’t wait to see what her sister came up with.

She leaned over to gaze at the paper of the plans with a tilt of her head.

— same position for too long and she’s dying to stretch. She doesn’t do so here for fear of getting jumped by the various goons that are about.

— before landing on him once more.

“Is that all the formalities then?” The brawler tried to keep her voice light and without an attitude and she only half way achieved that.

“When do I actually start?”

Vi is asking mostly so she can get out of her restraints— she’s gotten sore sitting in the —

— place she belonged that it would be used against her in some way, some how.

The way her shoulders slumped and her chest heaved with her sigh said it all. Can you lose more if you’ve never truly had it to begin with?

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” She says, eyes darting this way and that —

A shiver; was the Industrialist some sort of devil? The sound of the machinery and the way it operated, worked, had Vi biting the inside of her cheek so the wince she had wanted to let out wouldn’t escape. She doesn’t need to make herself look weak— not really knowing that by admitting she has a —

— Is this 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 so he can get better supplies or will he abandon me? No, Vi, Vander wouldn’t do that. Don’t let Silco get into your head.’

Vi thought while looking at him (but not really seeing him) with bated breath waiting to hear that click, waiting to see what happens next.

— “What could you..” she pauses as her frown deepens. ‘What could you possibly do to me?’ It’s written all over her face. Instead, she decides to not poke the bear.

“I’ve heard about your reputation. I want to get this over with so I can get back where I belong.”

‘But— do I belong there? —

— really thinking but was she wrong? This man really really screwed with her mind and she hates that it’s bothering her so much.

Her father figure, the man that has been there for her through everything.. he just.. pawns her off—? Was Silco right? Was she really just his newest scapegoat? —

— she raised a brow upwards, watching, curious questions on the tip of her tongue. Her eyes widened just enough to be noticeable. There was 𝐧𝐨 way— just— what—

Silco’s words cut through her questions like an arrow whizzing past her head. “What more do I have to lose?” She blurted out without —

— what she’s heard of Silco, of what he does to those that owe him, the brawler is treading carefully. As best she can; remembering all that Vander told her.

At least it shouldn’t be too much longer feeling helpless like this. The sound of things moving around drew her from her discomfort and —

There was so much she wished she could ask Vander but it would fall on deaf ears. She knows it and he knows it. So instead of saying anything Vi just rolls her eyes then heaves a sigh.

“I guess that’s fair and as much as I hate to admit it.. there does need to be a little bit of.. trust.” From —

— her foot is slammed square against a back.

“It’s your lucky day, man.” She mentions as casually as if she’s talking about the weather.

— bones being broken and the sound of those screams? It eggs her on further. A fistful of the tattered shirt, the hood of the cloak falling away, and soon the figure is being dragged towards Jinx.

With no effort at all Vi throws him down before her and before any desperate moves can be made —

— Vi was impressed to say the least but she wasn’t gonna divulge that just yet.