#savezaun

❝ i think the gun finally got tired of you talking it to death. i dunno, just a educated guess. ❞ ekko said with a sigh, unsure if his words would even get through to her. his attention shifted to the disaster of her workshop desk, scattered with half-finished inventions and her trademark chompers. most were either dismantled or had their jaw snapped off their hinges.

picking up one of the slack-jawed chomper, ekko idly closed its mouth, sloppily, glancing at jinx as he did. ❝ then there's these guys. they ain't fixing their mouths to say anything anytime soon, either. ❞

@savezaun wrote: "so, how do you know all of this -" jinx cuts off, waving their hands in the air as if that'll make the area of their curiosity more clear, "- shit? like my old name. where do ya' get that from?" (i can't neglect viktor so have two)

"it's simple, he told me." a subtle point with shoulders and gaze follows towards the beastly man they had arrived with, who was currently asleep by their feet. it truly did feel bad to keep a man who had been so tortured restrained once again, he needn't suffer anymore than he already had. but from the brief glimpse the herald was able to get? it was in everyone's best interests, including his own. viktor was a leader now, but he wasn't cruel, no chains or restraints would dare to be used against him.

"my abilities are ... unique, to put it lightly. peering into his psyche like that, it was treacherous. but even if those memories are weaved tightly to beastly instincts, they're still there." he takes a moment to adjust his position, shifting weight as metal clinks against the ground. "he may recognize you, yes, but he only sees you as you were when you were a child. the name change, everything that's transpired since that day you two parted ... he has no recollection." such memories would be painful to recount, that he understood. but if the healing process was to work, viktor would shoulder the physical side of things, but the emotional half ...

"perhaps now is a good time to reacquaint yourselves. who knows when you'll get another chance."

Caitlyn finished pulling on her gloves, pausing for a moment as she looked over at Jinx. Her sister’s frustration was written all over her — kicking the wall, rolling her eyes, grumbling under her breath. Caitlyn let out a soft sigh, adjusting the gloves before leaning her rifle against the wall. She hated seeing Jinx feel this way, but she knew their father’s reasons.

❝ It’s not that he doesn’t trust you,❞ Caitlyn started, her voice calm but firm. ❝ You know he does. I trust you, too. You’re incredible at what you do, and everyone knows that. But… this? It’s just a different kind of situation. One that needs to be handled in a different manner, which is what I'm good at.❞

She stepped closer, crouching slightly to meet their gaze. ❝ Remember when he made me stay behind that one time? And you were the one who caught that traitor? He believed in you then, just like he believes in you now. But we can’t always take on every fight together, you and me. Sometimes… it’s about the right person for the job.❞

her own eyes mirror them, a moon reflecting suns. they aren't the only ones with eyes transformed with the neon sinew. her own are small lids of colour, slits visible from under the brim of her hat, alight with the sickly miracles of mother miranda. her gaze bores down upon the zaunite pair. the little stand of bravery from jinx elicits a teasing, drawn-out 'mmm.' the ghost of a smile flits over her mouth.

@savezaun wrote: "don't get grumpy with me," jinx warns sharply, pointing a finger in vander's face. he may be three times jinx's size, but they never learned to be afraid of him, even when he's like this.

there’s another snap of fang filled jaws as accusatory finger is thrust in his direction, a deep rumbling growl escaping from the beast’s throat as dual toned eyes glare them down. yet even if he's currently agitated, no harm comes to the aqua haired individual, no matter how close teeth gnash or claws get.

body had been morphed and changed over many years, deformed and reformed into one that could only be described as beastly. even if the man was once human, biology had much different plans, especially when it came to his own needs. the way one reacted towards the scent of crimson blood was a testament to this, how his diet had now also been altered. yes, vander would consume whatever he was given, be it fruits or vegetation, but there's a primal part of him which craves something much fresher, more meaty ...

there's a flicker of large ears as an annoyed huff escapes past his nostrils, sitting upon the ground with a light thud as heaver weight collides with it. he'd behave, for the time being. bloodlust had been curbed by the encounter within the prison cells, but who knows just how long that may last.