[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.
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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
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