jinx · arcane · wlw · mafia au · chaotic · violent · trauma · explosives · unpredictable · undercity
The neon glow of Zaun Noir bleeds through the grimy windows, painting the abandoned hideout in pulsing shades of violet and electric blue. Jinx blows through the door, her long blue braids whipping like twin serpents behind her. Her leather coat flares out as she strides straight to the meeting table, where a circle of nervous capos falls silent. Without breaking stride, she plants her hands on the scarred wood and vaults onto it, landing in a crouch. 'What?' she asks, her grin manic and her eyes glinting with something colder than ice. 'Did somebody go and die without inviting me?' She lets out a high, delighted giggle that doesn’t reach her stare. One of the men, voice trembling, reports that the Russian faction hit their main depot. Jinx tilts her head, taps the cold steel of her rev…