[It doesn't feel real. No, it's like some fucked up, incredible dream instead.
When he first came up with the plan to reverse Jayce's runes and make it back to his own timeline, a part of him didn't know if it would actually happen. Even less so did he think he could actually get to Jinx in time to explain everything—but damned if he wouldn't try. The days of toiling work paid off, in the end, when he appeared from thin air in the midst of a version of a hideout he'd never seen before, and just in the nick of time.
Still, it doesn't feel real. Sitting amongst Jinx's things (not Powder's), in a place that feels so familiar and yet so different. Paint where there wasn't, string-lights and railings missing, and a distinct lack of joy suffusing the area. It all feels so erratic, so chaotic. So... Like the girl sitting in front of him, curled in on herself and placated but only for a moment.
There's this animal instinct within him that says to run, or to fight, but he ignores it. This is Jinx, but Jinx is Powder, even if she would argue otherwise. She would say that Powder is dead, that he should stop trying to save someone who's gone, but now more than ever before... He doesn't believe that to be true.]
You know, [he finally breaks his long silence, his voice too loud in the great expansive quiet of the chamber,] when I went below the city to the base of one of those hexgates, some weird thing happened. Like a... Timeline phenomena. It was like I moved through space into a place where hextech was never made, and a lot of things were different.
[Ekko looks up from the Z-drive laying across his lap, the gentle yet ever-persistent hum of its petite hexcore thrumming back at him.]
I met a version of you that was different, too. A version where you never had to become Jinx to survive.
[It is real. It's so painfully, painfully real; something that, for once, Jinx is acutely aware of. It's the silence that echos around them, booming through the old vent system that branches out around her abandoned propeller. It's the blood that drips on the floor, real and vital, from somewhere she can't put her finger on. It's the monkey grenade that lays cupped in her palms as she sits on the edge of the propeller, her back to Ekko and legs hanging over into the abyss, the rough metal and chipping paint of the weapon in her hands.
If it weren't real, she could pull the pin. Or, she'd have already. But the blood is too much on her mind. The blood, and the messy face of the boy behind her, begging and pleading with eyes she'd only seen on the bridge that night.
It's Ekko that breaks the silence, snapping her out of the painful meditation of all that she wished wasn't currently real. A timeline phenomena. Another version of... her.
She glances over her shoulder, silently, make-up still running ugly lines down her face. She can't look at him; not right now. But she looks at the device across his lap, a piece of Hextech that doesn't look like hers or Piltover's. Wherever the hexcore is isn't immediately clear to her; but the little monkeys in the barrel... it's not very Ekko. The rest of it is, but not this. It's not hers, either. They're small; cute. It's too restrained, low key. Not fun.]
...She make that?
[Whatever it is, she's never seen it before. He must have gotten it after that-- timeline phenomena. He must have gotten it from her. Not Jinx-- not even another version of Jinx. Someone that is firmly other.
Her voice is exhausted. Hoarse from screaming and crying and parched from refusing to eat or drink; so, it only sounds slightly as bad as she looks.]
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Date: 2025-01-02 01:08 am (UTC)When he first came up with the plan to reverse Jayce's runes and make it back to his own timeline, a part of him didn't know if it would actually happen. Even less so did he think he could actually get to Jinx in time to explain everything—but damned if he wouldn't try. The days of toiling work paid off, in the end, when he appeared from thin air in the midst of a version of a hideout he'd never seen before, and just in the nick of time.
Still, it doesn't feel real. Sitting amongst Jinx's things (not Powder's), in a place that feels so familiar and yet so different. Paint where there wasn't, string-lights and railings missing, and a distinct lack of joy suffusing the area. It all feels so erratic, so chaotic. So... Like the girl sitting in front of him, curled in on herself and placated but only for a moment.
There's this animal instinct within him that says to run, or to fight, but he ignores it. This is Jinx, but Jinx is Powder, even if she would argue otherwise. She would say that Powder is dead, that he should stop trying to save someone who's gone, but now more than ever before... He doesn't believe that to be true.]
You know, [he finally breaks his long silence, his voice too loud in the great expansive quiet of the chamber,] when I went below the city to the base of one of those hexgates, some weird thing happened. Like a... Timeline phenomena. It was like I moved through space into a place where hextech was never made, and a lot of things were different.
[Ekko looks up from the Z-drive laying across his lap, the gentle yet ever-persistent hum of its petite hexcore thrumming back at him.]
I met a version of you that was different, too. A version where you never had to become Jinx to survive.
I'M HERE I'M ALIVE DON'T FORGET ME BABYYYYYY
Date: 2025-02-13 10:01 am (UTC)If it weren't real, she could pull the pin. Or, she'd have already. But the blood is too much on her mind. The blood, and the messy face of the boy behind her, begging and pleading with eyes she'd only seen on the bridge that night.
It's Ekko that breaks the silence, snapping her out of the painful meditation of all that she wished wasn't currently real. A timeline phenomena. Another version of... her.
She glances over her shoulder, silently, make-up still running ugly lines down her face. She can't look at him; not right now. But she looks at the device across his lap, a piece of Hextech that doesn't look like hers or Piltover's. Wherever the hexcore is isn't immediately clear to her; but the little monkeys in the barrel... it's not very Ekko. The rest of it is, but not this. It's not hers, either. They're small; cute. It's too restrained, low key. Not fun.]
...She make that?
[Whatever it is, she's never seen it before. He must have gotten it after that-- timeline phenomena. He must have gotten it from her. Not Jinx-- not even another version of Jinx. Someone that is firmly other.
Her voice is exhausted. Hoarse from screaming and crying and parched from refusing to eat or drink; so, it only sounds slightly as bad as she looks.]