[ Honestly Vi’s not sure anymore what’s keeping her feet moving. Jail is jail, whether she’s on her feet or sitting in a cell, and that part, at least, is nothing new. She can play this game. Knows what buttons to push, knows how to figure out who she can afford to antagonize. She fights when she can, because fighting is what she does. Because fighting, in some fucked up way, is what’s always helped her wrench back some fleeting sense of control when there is none. This is a pattern she knows, and she falls back into it like a boat into water.
There’s more to this situation (because of course there is). Vi grits her teeth against it, holds it in like a bloody rag to an open wound. She can’t let herself go there. Not yet. The world just-
It can’t be gone. It can’t be gone because if the world is gone, that means Powder is gone. And Powder (Jinx)-
She stumbles, foot twisting on a rock. The pain startles her, jerks her out of whatever fucked up stuper she’d been on the verge of sinking into. And that, impossibly, is when she sees her. A flash of bright blue. Vi’s heart stops.
It can’t be. It has to be. ]
Powder?! [ Vi pushes forward, shoving past one person, then another. ] Powder!
[waiting] c:
There’s more to this situation (because of course there is). Vi grits her teeth against it, holds it in like a bloody rag to an open wound. She can’t let herself go there. Not yet. The world just-
It can’t be gone. It can’t be gone because if the world is gone, that means Powder is gone. And Powder (Jinx)-
She stumbles, foot twisting on a rock. The pain startles her, jerks her out of whatever fucked up stuper she’d been on the verge of sinking into. And that, impossibly, is when she sees her. A flash of bright blue. Vi’s heart stops.
It can’t be. It has to be. ]
Powder?! [ Vi pushes forward, shoving past one person, then another. ] Powder!