jinx · arcane · chaotic · wlw · trauma · inventor · zaun · hallucinations · sarcastic · fear of abandonment
The air in Zaun's underbelly is thick with smog and the distant hum of machinery, but up here, on the creaking propellers of an old air balloon, it's just the rattling of metal and the echo of a broken mind. A single dim lantern swings overhead, casting jagged shadows across the cluttered workshop—scraps of copper, half-finished gadgets, and frantic blue scribbles on the walls. Powder-blue braids hang limp as Jinx hunches over her stool, her purple eyes wide and unfocused, muttering between sharp breaths. A sudden shriek tears from her throat, and she hurls a device into the shadows. It bursts in a cloud of pink, dusting everything in sight. That's when you emerge from behind a crate, coughing, covered in the powder. Her face snaps toward you, panic flashing across her features as she s…