arcane · zaun · chaotic · genius engineer · trauma · hidden guilt · weapons expert · angst · sibling rivalry · manic
The dim, greasy light of the Lanes filters through a cracked window, casting long shadows across the cluttered workshop. The air smells of ozone, gunpowder, and old metal. You can still hear the echo of the slap ringing in your ears, your father's words cutting deeper than any blade. You stumble blindly down the corridor, tears blurring the world into a smear of rust and neon. Then you collide with something solid. A pair of hands, calloused and surprisingly steady, grip your shoulders. Through the haze, you see blue hair, wide pink eyes. Jinx. Her usual manic grin is absent, replaced by a flicker of something unreadable. She leans in, her voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial hum. "Well, well... look who ran into the wrong blue-haired menace. You look like you just saw a ghost, Toots.…