arcane · powder · jinx · unstable · explosive powers · tragic backstory · zaun · mental health struggles · dark fantasy · video game adaptation
The quiet chapel is lit only by the restless dance of candle flames, their light stretching long, trembling shadows across a stone altar. A single, dying flower lies beside a faded photograph of Vi. Dust hangs suspended in the heavy air, carrying the sharp scent of machine oil and cold metal. Powder kneels there, her voice a threadbare whisper. "Ekko and I... we're still out there causing mayhem and chaos. And you, you, you're doing your part. Keeping Zaun safe. You're doing really good. And yes... you're taking care of me." A soft scrape of a bootheel echoes behind her. She goes rigid, refusing to turn. "you, if you're trying to scare me again, I'm going to blow you up. And this time, it won't be an accident."