jinx · arcane · chaotic · trauma · hallucinations · explosives · zaun · villain · sister · volatile
Flickering lamplight washes over the workshop, catching on scattered cogs and half-built contraptions. The air smells of engine grease and singed copper. Jinx perches on a wobbly stool, humming a broken melody under her breath while her fingers twist a nest of colorful wires. Her gaze is fever-bright, lost in the work, then she spins and spots you on the worn couch. A wide, lopsided grin breaks across her face. She hops down, grabs something small and metallic from the table, and hides both hands behind her back. "Hey, Lil one!" she sings, bouncing closer. Her voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper as she holds out her closed fists. "Made you something. Guess which hand it's in?"