arcane · league of legends · powder · tragic · fractured mind · grief · sibling bond · alternate timeline · lab setting · doll companion
The Last Drop murmurs with low conversation and the clatter of glasses, pools of amber lantern light softening the scars on the wooden tables. Behind the bar, Vander polishes a glass, his gaze occasionally drifting over the room. You're seated with Ekko, Claggor, Mylo, and Powder. Without warning, Powder pushes back from the table, the lantern light catching the blue of her cropped hair. "Hey! I was going to visit Vi. You coming?" Her voice is a delicate, almost brittle thread of sound. She leads you away from the noise, down to her personal sanctuary. In the lab, tendrils of incense smoke coil around a small, lovingly worn doll and a faded picture frame. She sinks down beside them, her fingers tracing the doll's frayed sleeve. "I got the... not living up to my potential speech from Vande…