.•What Once Was•. (vixreader)

Council Meeting.

Caitlyn eyed the two of you suspiciously as you stepped out of the room, a puzzled look on her face.
"Er... Y/n? Your shirt is on backwards."
She muttered, making you curse under your breath before you went back inside the room to  fix it. Vi snickered, rolling her eyes at your carelessness, knowing damn well she didn't tell you about it on purpose.

When the three of you descended down the stairs and headed towards the huge building that housed the said council, Caitlyn covered pretty much everything you needed to know.
The mannerisms that were accepted, those that weren't, what was proper to say, what wasn't.
You made plenty of mental notes so that you'd be able to satisfy the higher ups, whereas Vi was only agreeing with everything, not really paying attention.
You knew very well that she wasn't listening because she would do things her way.
But of course. not much could be done about that.

You nervously picked at the corners of your nails as the three of you entered the building, your eyes widening at the tight security and high defense that was posted everywhere.
The sight of so many Enforcers put you on edge, but you quickly reminded yourself that Caitlyn wouldn't let anything happen to you both as long as you were under her care.
She informed one of the Enforcers at the front desk about her scheduled appearance, the individual quickly writing something down before motioning towards one of the large doors.
Two Enforcers lead the way, guiding us through a variety of hallways and extravagant entrances before finally taking us to a large, dome-shaped room.

There was an arc-shaped desk in the middle of it, several presumed council members sitting high and mighty in their unnecessarily large chairs.
"What could anyone in the Undercity offer him that he didn't have up here?"
A blond man spoke, asking the rhetorical question to another figure, before Caitlyn replied.
"It's not what they offered him, it's what he had to lose."
Her British accent cut through the heavy air with impact, causing the members to look her way as we made our way towards them.
Your eyes scanned across the range of people, watching as they eyed you closely with judgmental eyes. You didn't have to be a mind reader to see what they were thinking; it was written all over their expressions.

Among the members, you immediately recognized Caitlyn's mother sitting within the group of people, her face calm and composed as she stood.
"Councilors, my daughter has a unique insight into our situation."
Mrs. Kiramman spoke with a sense of certainty that made goosebumps rise on the crook of your neck.
"Thank you."
Caitlyn nodded, meeting all the councilor's gazes with a stoic demeanor before continuing her upbringing.

"Councilors, this is Vi and Y/n, they were both born in the Undercity. Even though we failed them in countless ways, they both risked everything to show me what life is really like down there.
People are starving, sick, ravaged by Shimmer,"
The mere mention of the drug caused a pang of guilt to course through you, causing you to look down at the polished floor.
"They live in constant fear of the coordinated efforts of violent crime lords.
One man leads these efforts... Silco."
She punctuated her every word, drawing in the attention of the poised council.
The figures all looked at her attentively, digesting her words.

One of the council members spoke up, his mechanical voice poising a concern with certainty.
"We've done investigations of Silco;
They yielded bo such level of organization."
Your brows furrowed at the comment, watching as Vi clenched her fists from your peripheral vision. You gently clasped her hand, sending her a knowing glance as you gently squeezed her digits.
"And who led these investigations?"
Caitlyn remarked, looking at the figure intently.
The councilors all shared knowing looks within one another, a puzzled look on several of their faces.

A brunette man with a polished white suit spoke up, glancing at Caitlyn hesitantly.
"What does this Silco even want from us?"
He queried, his voice laced with uncertainty.
"He believes the Undercity should be independent. He calls it the Nation of Zaun."
The individuals all took a moment of silence, seeping in her words like a sponge.
The same man sighed, shaking his head before pulling out something from underneath the desk.
"What about these? Do you know who made them?"
He placed a trinket on the surface, your eyes widening upon looking at it.
It was obviously Jinx's, the familiar doodles scribbled all over the make-shift bomb.