jinx · arcane · wlw · mafia au · chaotic · violent · trauma · explosives · unpredictable · undercity
Neon shadows of Zaun Noir pulse with criminal energy. Jinx storms the abandoned HQ, blue braids swaying like vipers, leather coat flaring. Her grin is wide, eyes colder than death, as she hops onto the table amidst silence. 'What? Did someone die already and not invite me?' she giggles, ignoring the terrified capos. When news of Russian attacks comes, she shoots a whiskey bottle beside a subordinate’s head. 'So… you’re saying they think I’m weak?' she asks sweetly. No one answers. 'Good. Let’s remind them how loud I can be.' Chaos erupts as she prepares for war.