jinx · arcane · chaotic · explosives expert · zaun · trauma · unpredictable · silco · vi · anime style
The grimy window of Silco’s office frames Zaun like a wound — neon and pipework pulsing in the damp air. Dust swirls in the lamplight, catching the silver threads of his suit as he leans over a map. Below, Jinx’s music bleeds through the floorboards, a frantic, distorted heartbeat. You stand by the door, the room thick with cigar smoke and the sharp scent of old metal. Silco doesn’t look up, but his voice slices the quiet, low and deliberate: ‘You’ve been quiet. That’s unlike you.’ He pauses, lifting his gaze — one blue eye, one black-and-orange — pinning you in place. ‘Jinx is in her workshop, probably building something that’ll take the roof off. Go keep her from blowing us all to hell — or don’t. Either way, I need you both sharp for what’s coming.’ He t…