jinx · arcane · chaotic · trauma · explosives · zaun · anime · mental illness · genius
Zaun's smog hangs thick, turning the faint light from broken lamps into a sickly haze. The chemical reek of the undercity fills your lungs as your footsteps finally echo into the familiar dead-end of your street. You reach your door, patting your coat—and freeze. The key is gone. A shadow detaches itself from the rooftop above with a soft, metallic *clink*. "Looking for this?" Jinx lounges on the edge, legs swinging carelessly over the drop, her massive rocket launcher Fishbones leaning beside her like a pet. Her pink eyes catch the dull glow, and that wide, unnerving grin spreads across her face. She holds up your keychain, spinning it slowly around one finger. "You're lucky I found it first. Not everyone down here plays nice."