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❝ GO AWAY ! just [...] you're not real , so i don't have to listen to you ! you're just another VOICE ; another GHOST lingering in the back of my skull. you're just that much LOUDER than the rest .... ❞

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It’d been a rather bad evening for Jinx, or more precisely a bad couple of days. Without Silco around to help keep her grounded, and more alone than ever it was easy for her mind to start swirling and collapsing in on itself. Sometimes that resulted in her becoming violence be it in Zaun, or going up to Piltover. Sometimes she got manic and stayed up for days working on one project or another. However there were also moments like this. Quiet moments with Silco’s coat wrapped around her shoulders draped over her like...well like a young daughter trying on a parents clothes that were too big for them. Quiet moments except for the broken sobbing, and whimpered apologies and almost frantic snarled arguments with one voice or another.

Pow-Pow on one side and Fishbones on the other Jinx’s knees had been up against her chest as she sat on the bank of the river Silco had taken her to, and sobbed. She hadn’t been expecting anyone to join her, and with that soft voice along with Vi’s footsteps hitting her ears over her sobs and the movement of the water her head had snapped up as she tensed for a moment. “Vi…” The tension slid out of her as she looked up at her sister. Hands holding the coat around her Jinx didn’t move for a moment as she stared at those hands held out. Head tilting a bit her eyes went distant as she remembered times good, and bad. Hugs, and shoves. Being held, and being slapped. Reassurance, and being abandoned. Those hands had been both a source of kindness, and of harshness.

One hand clutched tightly at the coat, at Silco’s coat, but her other hand reached out slowly to rest in Vi’s hands before gripping at it and giving a little tug. Blue eyes looked up meeting Vi’s with tear streaked cheeks, and nothing in her expression at all other than grief and loneliness and a silent plea for Vi not to walk away. In that moment whatever savage hunting hound there was in Jinx natural or trained was just a lonely whimpering thing wanting someone it could trust to stay with it. It took a moment for Vi to speak, but finally a sobbing gasp came from her. “I’m alone, and everyone is gone except they aren’t gone and they keep yelling at me.”

That was the hardest part really. Before long ago even if Vander had been distant, and even if sometimes Vi or her brothers were annoyed at least someone had cared. After that Silco had always cared. Now though… now no one did. Even now she didn’t truly believe Vi cared. If Vi did care she wouldn’t be in Piltover, and with her Bitch. That didn’t stop Jinx from grasping at her sister’s hand though. A part of her still needing wanting that connection. Not that it’d ever be the same.

Not that Vi would ever be able to love her like she used to.

They had both changed too much.

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The visits between Vi, and Jinx hadn’t ever quite been the same after that night by the river. Jinx always seeming a bit more stand offish, a bit less interested in hugs, a bit less open. She hadn’t asked again if Vi would choose her, or leave with her, or anything similar. Eyes always a bit sharp, and considering like a wild hound watching something to decide if it was prey or not. All the same she never actually told Vi not to come back. For as hurt as Jinx felt, and as much as she was firmly convinced Vi wouldn't choose her properly at least not while Vi had her life up in Piltover she still couldn’t bring herself to tell Vi to go away entirely. A part of her buried deep down inside perhaps hoped that Vi would change her mind, and regardless the visits from Vi were better than being completely and utterly alone always and forever.

Jinx also hadn’t given Vi the location of her workshop. With Vi being up in Piltover so often, and so closely associated with the enforcers Jinx simply didn’t trust Vi with it. However she had given Vi the address of one particular safe house, and was spending enough time there now for Vi to find her perhaps not consistently but more often than not. This evening she’d been there quietly coloring a new batch of chompers while listening to music, and hearing the knock had opened it ever so slightly while holding her pistol in one hand peaking out. Shimmer fueled eye gleaming as she studied Vi, and than blinked in surprise. Door closing she undid a couple of chains, and opened it more fully. “The zoo?" That was an offer she truly hadn’t expected, and for a second Jinx honestly wondered if this was some kind of trap. If maybe Vi had finally been convinced by Caitlyn, or some other enforcer to lead “the deadly terrorist Jinx” into a trap up in Piltover. Even now however she couldn’t truly imagine Vi doing that. The two of them fighting because Jinx went to Piltover to cause some destruction, and Vi got called to the scene? Sure she could imagine that. Vi leading her into a trap however not so much.

The pistol was put away, and she nodded. “Alright. Give me a second.” Stepping into her safe house Jinx took a quick moment to grab a few things. Cloak to toss over her head hiding her hair as well as wrap around herself. A couple of chompers latched onto her belt just in case. Extra ammo for Zapper because you never could tell when annoying Firelights might show up. Pausing for a second she considered bringing Pow-pow as well, but decided against it and headed out onto the street. Door shut, and locked behind her Jinx had also set a trap behind her as she didn’t actually enter the safe house through the front door anyways. “Let’s go.” A part of her wanted to be snarky and ask if this would be okay with Caitlyn. Another part didn’t want to think about the sister-stealing bitch at all, and so she simply moved along side Vi.

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Rolling her eyes as she heard Caitlyn there was an exasperated sigh from Jinx as she crouched down by the sheriff. “I. Said. Hold. Still. It’s a simple enough request. Wow, and people say I don’t pay attention.” Reaching out Jinx tugged at Caitlyn’s sleeve near her shoulder to get a better look at the gashed shoulder. “Now that looks like it musta hurt. I’ll bet it was…” Voice trailing off for a moment Jinx looked at Caitlyn frowning as though offended.

“My doing? My doing?” Standing up Jinx’s hands went to her hips as she scoffed, and shook her head. “I’m disappointed Caity. Really, and kind of offended honestly. First of all do you see any of my trade marks? Any style at all?” Spreading her hands Jinx spun around letting her braids go out wide as she indicated a complete lack of graffiti, chompers, gas, smoke, or anything that would disorient and cause fear. It’d been an attack sure, but a rather boring one if any kind of life or death situation could be considered boring. “Besides if I was finally ready for you to be dead, and out of my hair for good…”

Head tilting a bit Jinx’s face went utterly blank, and cold. For a moment there wasn’t rage, or any thing else. It was like a wild dog looking at a prey animal, and trying to decide if it was hungry enough to eat or not. “You’d be dead, and it would be by my hand.”

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There was a part of Jinx that wanted to keep smiling if only out of spite, and because she was kind of amused by the thought of Vi being a bit freaked out by it. One hand on Pow-pow keeping it pushed back, and in place while her other hand just kind of stayed by her side disturbingly close to her chompers and pistol. The one saving grace was that she wasn’t actually tensing and shifting her feet to go into a combat stance. Magenta eyes gazing at Vi and long blue braids swaying from side to side she kept that smile for a moment longer before the smile utterly faded.

“I’m not sure I’d trust your definition of, skeevy, these days… So is this were you call in that sheriff, and whatever other precious enforcer friends you’ve made and try to arrest me?” Strangely enough Jinx hadn’t really been intending to look for a fight. She wanted materials for a new doll as well as some other things, and so she’d headed up to Piltover. Her arsenal was more out of habit, and a “just in case” measure than anything. However with Vi standing there in the middle of the gym that she’d accidentally wandered into Jinx wasn’t quite sure now what might happen which she didn’t really like.

For a second an almost sad smile flickered across her face as she shook her head. “You know once you would have been leading the way to see what treasures we could find in here.” Finally giving into the impulse she glanced over towards the dummy Vi had gestured at Jinx shrugged. “Seen worse.” Turning just a touch she side eyed her former sister. “So what now?” As much as she was still furious, and grieving, and conflicted and a hundred other things she couldn’t really even expression Jinx wasn’t quite willing to just immediately fight Vi.

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I want some of that money, I taught you that word! (Vi)

❝ OH WOW , THE WIND SURE IS LOUD AS SHIT TODAY ONCE EVERYONE FINDS OUT THAT I HAVE A LEGIT JOB ! .... and EXCUSE you , VANDER taught me that word thankyouverymuch ! ❞

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“Right. More to me, heh. Like chaos, and violence.” Rolling her eyes Jinx scoffed shaking her head as for once she actually took a step away from Vi, and that hand reaching for her. As far as she was concerned Vi had to either be lying, or misunderstanding who she was so thoroughly that it made no real difference. “Which means it’s not anything anyone actually wants now is it?” She wasn’t anything anyone else actually wanted, not anymore, not with Silco gone. Just a hound off it’s leash. An attack dog without someone to guide it, and point it at an appropriate target. An inventor whose life had ensured she leaned more towards weapons than anything else, and yet who was chastised more often than not for doing exactly what she’d spent her entire life doing.

If they didn’t want the monster to be a monster perhaps they should not have taught her to be such.

Silco had made the monster stronger, but he hadn’t created it.

Head tilting for a second, and blinking Jinx let out a harsh laugh. “That’s funny. So I’m “meant to make a difference”, and am powerful and smart but than you put yourself on the side that wants to cage me.” Stepping back her arms swept out indicating the chompers, small animatronics that no doubt held bombs within themselves, and various other weapons to be surrounding them as she spun around waving at all of it. “Oh come on! I’ve been making bombs since we were children! ALL I’VE EVER MADE WAS WEAPONS SO WE COULD FIGHT BACK! This is all I am. This is all I’ve ever been. What I’ve done up until now? I’ve eliminated over twenty enforcers by myself easily, bombed the council chambers, killed firelights, invented weapons, removed Silco’s enemies, and am still going. So ya I’m meant to make a difference. It’s just that that difference is written in blood, gunpowder, and bright blue fancy magicky crystals.”