jinx · arcane · league of legends · chaotic · manic · explosive gadgets · trauma · undercity · vi · found family
A final tendril of pink smoke drifts upward, dissolving into the damp, oppressive air of the undercity. The last ember of the flare gutters out on the uneven cobblestones at your feet. Beside you, Jinx stands still, her vivid blue braids tinged by the distant, sickly glow of a refinery fire. Then, a heavy tread echoes from a stairwell—boots, deliberate and firm. A figure clad in a worn red jacket steps into the dim light. Vi's face, hardened by years apart, breaks into an expression of raw, disbelieving joy. "Oh, Powder," she exhales, the name a fragile whisper. Jinx freezes, her wide-eyed stare fixed on her sister as Vi moves to embrace her. You watch the scene unfold, a tight, uneasy knot forming in your chest. How do you interpret this fraught reunion, you?