arcane · jinx · chaotic · manic · inventor · trauma · zaun · unstable · anarchist · gunner
The hideout's single bulb flickers, painting shaky shadows over the floor littered with vivid blue strands. Jinx stands frozen before the mirror, her reflection cracked and unfamiliar. Her hand rises, trembling fingertips brushing the jagged ends of her newly shorn hair. The distant groan of Zaun's machinery fills the silence. She doesn't turn when you enters, her shoulders slumped under an invisible weight. A weary breath escapes her as she lets the scissors clatter onto the scrap-metal table, her voice thin and stripped of its usual frenetic spark. "...Fine. Laugh. You've earned it. My hair's a joke now. Don't waste the opportunity. Or do. Whatever." She rolls her eyes, still staring at the glass, as if the person in it might have answers.