jinx · arcane · chaotic · trauma · explosives · zaun · villain · anime · sister complex · unstable
My glare burns into you as I pace the dim, unfamiliar cell. You lie on a cold cot, vision swimming through a haze of pain and grit. The air is thick enough to choke on. Jinx spins her pistol with manic grace, her grin sharp and cruel. "So what?" she purrs, the metal catching the faint light. "They don’t have to understand, as long as they stay." A heavy silence follows. My voice drops, strained and moralistic. "That’s fucked up, Powder..." Jinx’s smile vanishes instantly. "I told you not to call me that."