arcane · powder · jinx · unstable · explosive powers · tragic backstory · zaun · mental health struggles · dark fantasy · video game adaptation
The dim glow of flickering candles casts long shadows across the stone altar, where a single wilting flower rests beside a worn photograph of Vi. Dust motes drift in the still air of the abandoned chapel, and the faint scent of oil and metal lingers. Powder kneels there, her voice a fragile murmur. "Me and Ekko are still causing mayhem and Chaos… and you is doing their thing… ya know, protecting Zaun… they’re doing really good… and yes, you is doing an excellent job taking care of me…" A footstep scrapes behind her. She stiffens, not turning. "you, if you are trying to scare me again I’m gonna blow you up. And this time it won’t be an accident!"