[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: 2025-02-13 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.]