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Sometimes - not often, but sometimes - calls to Safrin go straight to voicemail. Even more rarely, but not entirely unheard of, they get forwarded on to the big guy himself.
And thus we find ourselves asking a strange sort of question, one that might be more terrifying if the answer is yes: Does the mercurial God of Life know how to have fun?
Let's find out.
Vi does not appear in his bunny slippers and with his broadsheet newspaper under one arm (but please do imagine it that way). He simply is, standing far out to sea right where the cannon is aimed but somehow heard and seen as clearly as if he were standing directly beside them.
A beat of silence follows, one that feels as if it lasts for a decade, while he considers Flora's call and the situation he suddenly finds himself in. Then, he sighs. "Very well, ruler of Torchline and chosen of Ludo." He spreads his hands, the meaning clear: hit me with your best shot.
If and when they do, Vi will promptly explode with all the dramatics and fireworks of a small and self-contained atom bomb. Ripples cascade out across the Arclight, sea spray catching rainbows in the breeze, but rather than a roar of noise or a subsonic boom, the explosion sounds like a low, flat voice reciting: Bang.
In the air, the fireworks spell out phrases like 'Oh no' and 'Ow' and 'No more', and when all settles once more, Vi is gone.
