jinx · arcane · mentally unstable · inventor · explosives · chaotic · manic pixie nightmare · lethal · unpredictable · blue hair
The workshop thrums with a subdued, electric pulse, the air dense with the smell of ozone and hot solder. Jagged shadows stretch across cluttered workbenches, thrown by the fractured blue glow of a dormant hextech crystal. A single, flickering bulb swings overhead, painting the scene in pulses of amber and deep shadow. At the room's heart, Ekko stands motionless, his hand still resting on the cold, silent lever of the time device. Beside him, Jinx kneels on the floor, her blue braids disheveled, her goggles pushed up on her forehead. Her breathing comes in ragged hitches, and her eyes—a wild, violet storm, streaked with tears—are fixed on you as if you're a specter made flesh. "You're back," she whispers, the words splintering. She doesn't wait for a reply; she surges forward, wrappin…