[ Violet's familiar enough with traps and tripwires that maybe, if she'd been back in Leidenschaft, she might not have fallen for it. But here at the station, where everything's different, she's not quite tuned into what she needs to look out for, if anything. So she doesn't even think twice about crossing through the doorway into the kitchen.
And of course, she gets drenched. But the effect it has on Violet is kind of startling.
The instant the container bounces off her head, even as the water's still spilling everywhere, Violet whips around in a flurry of motion so quick that's difficult to follow. One second the container's still in the air, the next it's in her hand and at last she's tossed it to the floor so hard that it bounces a few times as it skids away, propelled by the momentum of her toss. And that's nothing to say of Violet herself, who's posture has gone from her usual pin-straight neatness to something coiled and angry, like an animal ready to pounce. Even her eyes seem brighter and fiercer than usual.
Then, like a lightswitch snapping off, that slightly worrying light goes out as she registers... oh. She's not being attacked...? Well, doesn't she look quite the fool standing there, soaked and glitter-bombed and looking like she's about to give that plastic container what's for. ]
prank time
And of course, she gets drenched. But the effect it has on Violet is kind of startling.
The instant the container bounces off her head, even as the water's still spilling everywhere, Violet whips around in a flurry of motion so quick that's difficult to follow. One second the container's still in the air, the next it's in her hand and at last she's tossed it to the floor so hard that it bounces a few times as it skids away, propelled by the momentum of her toss. And that's nothing to say of Violet herself, who's posture has gone from her usual pin-straight neatness to something coiled and angry, like an animal ready to pounce. Even her eyes seem brighter and fiercer than usual.
Then, like a lightswitch snapping off, that slightly worrying light goes out as she registers... oh. She's not being attacked...? Well, doesn't she look quite the fool standing there, soaked and glitter-bombed and looking like she's about to give that plastic container what's for. ]