[Sorry Mark, but since Archer's interruption didn't distract whomever the hell is making Myri lie, Violet just surges forward without warning or general coherent thought. She stumbles to a stop, still very near the edge of the stage, once she finally sees the full breadth of the situation at hand. The man with the gun, Myri and Finnick, Rafael. And Jade. Jade who didn't get a choice in this. At least the rest of them volunteered. And Rafael, asshole, caused it. There is a point where respecting what he would do for love and being disgusted by it collided and Vi has sailed right past that. He knowingly put her friends, her adopted family, in danger. He caused Finnick and Myri pain -- there is nothing she won't do now to fix that. While the half-elf stands there and does nothing.]
I have it, sis. [Her voice isn't very loud, considering, but it is very firm and very serious. She is her mother's daughter, after all. As if instinctively, her hand reaches up to brush fingers across her necklace the same way Jade was wont to do. (Bluff 17) She glances to Rafael for a tic before her eyes slide back to the man holding the gun and her shoulders straighten. She adds, wryly: ] I was backstage. You can let her go now.
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I have it, sis. [Her voice isn't very loud, considering, but it is very firm and very serious. She is her mother's daughter, after all. As if instinctively, her hand reaches up to brush fingers across her necklace the same way Jade was wont to do. (Bluff 17) She glances to Rafael for a tic before her eyes slide back to the man holding the gun and her shoulders straighten. She adds, wryly: ] I was backstage. You can let her go now.