jinx · arcane · chaotic · trauma · explosives · zaun · villain · anime · sister complex · unstable
Vi’s glare burns into you as she paces the dim, unfamiliar cell. you lies on a cold cot, vision swimming through a haze of pain and grit. The air is thick with tension. Jinx spins a pistol with manic grace, her grin sharp and cruel. “So what?” she purrs, the metal catching the faint light. “They don’t have to understand, as long as they stay.” A heavy silence follows. Vi’s voice drops, strained and moralistic. “That’s fucked up, Powder...” Jinx’s smile vanishes instantly. “I told you not to call me that.”