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(listen, noishee takes priority. her body moves without her willing to open her arms for the giant dog creature and she relishes in the softness of the fur, squeezing him just a little bit. it's just what she needed, soothingly pressing her face against his back.)

Well, kind of your fault. I wasn't expecting you, you know. Would definitely have shot-- good thing I didn't?

(she shakes her head to the water, pointing at the bottle of alcohol she's been nursing. this place is boring, a girl needs hobbies.)

Yeah. Bad brain day. Just trying to calm down for a bit.

Edited 2022-02-12 19:14 (UTC)

[He's a wonderful emotional support beast, and flops down happily in the nest of blankets to be hugged, tail thumping as he shoves his nose in Jinx's face to lick her ear.]

It's half mine, you should always expect me! [It's a dumb protest, and one with absolutely no heat behind it. Just arguing for the fun sake of arguing over things that don't actually matter. She didn't shoot him, it's cool.

And look Jinx if you need hobbies we can like find you something a bit less destructive than pounding alcohol, but whatever. Everyone gonna live their own life.]

That sucks, though. You need me to just be quiet while I'm here? [Because look, that's cool, he can catch up on the magic journal or doodle or whatever the fuck.] I just figured I'd stop here for the day on the way to Kiichpan.

Yeah, but I also expect creeps and people who might want to kill me. Duh.

(she doesn't mind her ear licked, it does get her to giggle before she taps the spot next to her, opening an arm so he can enter the blanket nest she got going on. cuddles help, sometimes.)

Tell me what you've been up to?

[He's never had a sibling, but he imagines this is what it would be like. Kind of similar to his friendship with Colette and Genis in the unafraid mutual trust in one another to just simply be one another. Sure, Jinx is chaotic and unexplainable and incredibly troubled and violent-- but she doesn't seem to truly be a bad person beneath it. Or, well. She's just exactly the bad person she pronounces herself to be, more like, rather than someone deluded into thinking they're doing a good thing.]

I guess if that happens, we'll have to make a new place...

[He doubts anyone would climb a random tree just to murder her, but hey, anything could happen. And as she gestures, he nods, moving over to sit with her under her little blanket fort, knees drawing up so he can wrap his arms around them. It's like telling scary stories, except for where the scary stories are all just real things.]

The past week? Making my way west from Coatepec. I stopped in Tikal for a bit to check on things and pick up some of my stuff, since I hadn't been there since Kiichpan. You know, let the incense wear off, give Noishe a rest. And now I'm heading out to try and help out with... you know. The town. Whatever they still need done.

[He kinda feels a little responsible for Kiichpan's destruction. he knows it's not his fault, but a giant flaming monster snake sure did fall and crush part of the town.]

How 'bout you?

Oh, so just boring stuff.

(excuse her, lloyd, she is a hot commodity? this is as good as a hideout as she can get.

his evaluation of her is correct. troubled, violent, chaotic, uncaring, unpredictable, but she has her moments of softness, as he sees ever so often, privileged in his experience. her arm wraps around him and she sighs heavily.)

Mhm... I thought I'd killed someone, but he lived. Then I went to drink with Alphen. I told him my story and it keeps getting me to think of some things, and then the voices and the faces pop up the more I think of it. Not great.

If it wasn't boring, I would have led with that! [I mean, it was about as exciting as travel between towns usually is. Pretty dicey, have to dodge or fight monsters, trying to find a place high up enough from the incense to rest, being a nervous, jittery mess by the time you get where you're going-- But he hadn't died or anything, so yeah. Boring.

He tilts his head at her admittance though, considering.]

...Why'd you think you killed someone?

[He'll get to the voices and the faces in a moment.]

Oh. Because I tried to?

(she should have gone for the head, but flynn's too damn pretty to ruin like that.)

[He's frowning but it's more of a "gurl you know I meant more deets than that" than it is a "oh my god how dare you try to kill someone". For all he knows it was a creepo who tried to kill her first. And so he'll bring up his hand to playfully poke her right in the forehead.]

I mean why'd you try to kill someone, you dork. Were they all crazy on incense or something?

Oh. Super duper simple. Blondie got an attitude with me, saying he'd stop me if I were a problem. So, I stopped him first-- except, apparently, I didn't? It's fine, though. I think he already got the gist of what I can do, so he's not coming back, I'd murder him for sure, super duper easy. I do have... Uh, I told you, right? I'm chemically altered.

[There's a lot here-- Mostly her assuming someone was a threat and deciding to proactively kill them. That's... Okay, they're gonna have to talk about that. But also her voices and faces and chemically altered....??

He sighs, tipping his head back to look at the ceiling of their dumb treefort. Well. At least he's stopped for the night. Because man this is apparently gonna be a lot.]

...If you did, I probably didn't understand it. But what do you mean, 'stop you if you were a problem'? Like he threatened to kill you?

I don't think he has it in him to kill anyone, actually. I just didn't want to deal with the headache. I absolutely hate people like that - controlling! Stupid law-abiding people who can't not be in other people's business in the first place!

(her little feet stomp a few times, letting out some aggression, albeit careful - a misstep from her and her strength could dent their place.)

[He does look over to her at that, catching her profile. The sort of childish petulance there. She'd mentioned it before- the crimes she'd committed, the nonchalance. And, perhaps optimistically, he'd thought she was exaggerating her feelings on it, projecting to make herself seem like some untouchable badass to keep herself from being hurt.]

...You really thought killing him would be less of a headache than ignoring him?

[Girl...] This place really must be different from Zaun, then. And-- even if you'd succeeded, what about when he came back? You'd be back in the same place.

[he's saying ur long-term planning is bullshit but also like wow don't kill people for no reason.]

Maybe... if someone like that bugs you again, let me know? I can talk to them and you won't have to deal with it, or kill anyone. It'll be way easier. Especially since attacking someone is just gonna make way more problems for you. People will get mad it happened, then you'll have more after you, and you can't just kill everyone.

(record scratching a-real bad.)

The fuck you mean, "when he came back"? Dead is dead, Lloyd? What--?

(her hand raises in an attempt to process this whole thing. does that mean the dead don't stay dead? incense can do that? oh, well, now she's much more trigger-happy.)

I can definitely kill everyone. Don't try my hand. Well, it's whatever. People in Zaun wouldn't have batted an eye if I killed an Enforcer like him, they'd cheer, actually. Ugh, I miss home.

Well yeah, usually. Unless their consciousness is stored in something or they reform the next day like--

[....Wait, is this news to her.]

...Oh. Was that before you got here?

[Please don't go trigger happy.]

And if this were your home, you probably could kill everyone. But here, you don't know what people can and can't do. Like how some people can fly, or use magic. I get that you're used to dealing with things one way, because of how Zaun was, but other worlds are different.

[Didn't he say he'd try not to lecture her well GUESS HE FAILED. But at least he'll put a hand on her shoulder to sort of. Reassuring squeeze it.]

So... you said there were... voices? And you had chemicals?

... Lloyd?! What the hell do you mean? Do people-- do people come back from the dead?

(her eyes goggle, pink irises stuck on watching his expression before she takes a deep breath, clutching her hand with all her strength. she might have dislocated something, from the way she hisses and takes it to her heart.

fuck, fuck, fuck. not good.

by the time he puts his hand on her shoulder, she's panting, anxiety shooting adrenaline through her veins before she wraps her arms around him, head on his chest as a means to focus on something other than the way her head feels light.)

Yeah. I died. Silco-- Silco brought me to our shady doctor, and he performed surgery-- I was fused with Shimmer, so I was brought back. That's why my eyes are-- pink. They were blue, before. I'm stronger and faster, now. Can't always control that.

[--Ah. He wasn't intending this. For a moment, when she crouches and curls, he's tempted to apologize. While he doesn't regret anything he'd said,. maybe it hadn't been the right way? But then she's nearly tackling him, and he just... puts a hand on the top of her head.]

Hey-- relax. It's fine, it's just me and Noishe here.

[As if to punctuate, Noishe scoots over a bit, letting the line of his body press against her side. And then she's talking, and... Huh. That's... definitely something that would explain her lack of care about life and death.

Carefully, he'll answer her question.]

It's... not really my story to tell. But yeah. At least one person got killed by a beast a few months ago. And they said the next day, they woke up the same as they had arrived. The locals saw them form right out of the incense.

Apparently that's... not normal for the people from here. And I don't know if it's happened to anyone else.

[But huh. She died, but came back? Due to some sort of... medical thing?] That must have been weird to get used to, after. Are you okay now?

(she listens, and her heart nearly pounds out of her chest. if she can't kill, what else does she have, really? he loses all face, all power-- until shimmer starts hitting the streets, anyway. there has to be something-- pain. most people don't like pain, anyway. perhaps this can be salvaged, she thinks, sucking in air as if it was about to run out.)

Y-yeah. Shimmer's a drug Silco and I run in Zaun, it's what our empire is based on. It can accelerate the healing process and enhance the user's constitution in tinier doses. In larger amounts, it can grant superhuman levels of strength, speed, and durability-- and it saved my life. It's addictive, but I've never-- I've never taken it. Silco doesn't let me. It just runs in my blood, attached to every cell-- because I died trying to kill a man who loves me. Great, isn't it? A fucking mess.

[Sorry, Jinx, you might have to grow as a person and value yourself on something other than your ability to kill. TERRIFYING.

Also RIP her mental state when she finds out some people can just turn off their pain receptors.....]

So that's why you think you're stronger than everyone... [Which, who knows, she could be. After all, he's known tiny girls who were way physically stronger than him. And imagining Presea and Jinx in an arm wrestling match is ridiculous but also kind of funny, so he shakes his head to clear that mental image.]

That's gotta be hard. Having died, but not, I mean. Are there any downsides?

To Shimmer? Depends on how you use it. The junkie street rats have deformities from it because they overuse it. Silco uses a drop at a time, to treat his eye. It's... Subjective, I guess. With me, no. It just fused perfectly with my biology. It hurt. Made me see more crazy shit, like I need more.

(she wraps the blankets around her more tightly, leaning more against her newfound brother's chest. it's comfortable at least.)

[He gives a small hum. It's something he doesn't really understand, but he can kind of accept. Something that gave people abilities, but was dangerous. He'll think of it kinda like exspheres.]

Yeah, you mentioned voices-- and seeing things?

[he has not forgotten that you, uhhhh, tried to kill a guy, BUT LIKE. THERE'S A LOT HERE and his brain is so small so he will circle back. Eventually.]

I told you, I think. I killed... Everyone, when I was little. Since then, they don't leave me alone.

(she knows it's not real, but it feels real, and sometimes, she can't always tell. it hurts, and it makes her head spin, and next thing she knows, she loses it.)

[Ah... That's hard. Constantly seeing the people you killed. He's quiet for a moment, since he has absolutely no idea how to handle this.]

...Does seeing them make you feel guilty?

(there's a sigh that come out of her, hand fumbling to find his to grip. her voice, usually hoarse, comes out even more so.)

I never stopped.

[It's cool, he's pretty chill with physical contact. Just lets her curl against his chest and clutch at his hand if she needs. Sorry that it's kind of weird and dry and scaly on the back don't worry about that, it's not new.]

Oh... [It's a sympathetic 'oh'. But also.. man. Having done something you felt guilty about, and then never being able to escape it. Constantly being reminded. (Idly, he can't help but wonder if Kratos ever felt like that in regards to Lloyd and his exsphere. He only has it because Kratos had to kill his mother, after all. But that's thoughts for later.)]

I'm sorry. [What else is there to say? Jinx clearly isn't going to forgive herself any time soon-- and hallucinating those she'd killed probably makes it even harder to come to any sort of acceptance.]

Edited (lmao default icon) 2022-02-21 22:20 (UTC)

It's fine.

(it's not fine.

she shudders, gripping his hand as if it could ground her, but it can't. neither can it suppress the hiccup that leaves her before she removes herself from the warm embrace from someone who definitely took one of her spots as a sibling. her own weren't always this warm.

all so that she could get moving, get this energy out of her, so she paces, sometimes a finger hooking under her eye to catch a tear.)

When I was a kid, we'd pull jobs. Stealing, usually, so we could eat. I'd always ruin it them, one way or the other. So, one of them started saying I was a jinx because it'd never go right as long as I tagged along. Silly, right? Today, I'm just Jinx. The world goes around, and we learn how to make our flaws our foundation, I guess? Something something, philosophy, expressing this is pretty hard.

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WOW I LOST THIS NOTIF?

WOW RUDE SUCH A DELICATE MOMENT

right at the denouement

right in my feefees

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