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UN: JINX | TEXT
"for those who bring the most entertainment"
on a scale 0-1000000 how entertaining are you
you think you'll survive? let's place some bets.
on a scale 0-1000000 how entertaining are you
you think you'll survive? let's place some bets.
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(of course, they are the best colors, excuse her. she'll even get down to her level again, sitting on the floor so they can talk more comfortably.
it's not like jinx's height of 5'3 makes that very difficult, but you know. it's for the kid. she'll move their hands up and down once pinkies interlock, as to seal the promise.)
cw: idk man footknives
As Jinx begins to sit down on the floor, Laura pulls off her shoe and sock; these shoes don't have holes in them like her other ones, so she figures she should probably keep them in one piece longer.]
They're here —
[She lifts her foot up, flexes her ankle, and bam.
A long metal claw is suddenly jutting out between her big and second toe, like it's nothing at all to do.]
Secret claws.
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this is so fucking weird. she loves it, and she taps the dull surface as if she was inspecting it.)
Kid, you're incredible. You can stab three times! That's talent.
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As the claw returns back into her foot:]
It makes keeping shoes very difficult, though. I always have to get more.
So I try not to use them as much.
[Try being the keyword.]
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(She has made crazier things. A shoe that mechanic shouldn't take that much work.
... But also, now there's more blood to clean off this kid.)
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[She is already apparently 100% sold into this idea.]
I want them to hurt if I have to kick people in the knee.
[CRUCIAL FEATURE.]
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(Her boots are pretty cool, she could say so herself. Sounds like no big deal, so she's just adding that to the list of things to do.
ASIDE FORM FINALLY TAKING THIS KID OUT OF HER TRAIN. One hand opens the door, her head gestures out.)
Why do you think I got that metal plate on mine? Definitely for that.
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Good. It's important to be prepared.
[For kicking people, that is. Her nose twitches, as she looks around in interest.]
You and your friends all live down here? It's a good place to hide out.
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(The bathroom isn't too far from her train, so that's where she leads them. She's old enough to know what to do, so Jinx will just sit on the counter as she waits.)
Hah, friends? I don't got many of those around. Nope, just a mean lady and dear old Father.
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[THE CONFIDENCE. She did not hesitate.
But another important piece of information is put out there, as she steps into the bathroom and starts to rinse the tacky blood from between her fingers.]
Your father is here?
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(THE EGO...
She's a little busy as she lets Laura do her thing, mostly by checking the braids, seeing if they are still in one piece.)
Two out of three dads, yep. One you can definitely meet, the other one, well. I think maybe we don't tell him about you. He'll get a bit jealous I have such a cool friend.
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... I did not know you could have three. I just had one.
[Trying to imagine the logistics of it and failing, over here. As she wipes her hands off on her shirt, she turns with a furrowed brow, looking mildly concerned.]
Dads shouldn't be jealous.
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So, it's with a sigh she continues.)
Well. I have one... Biological dad, but that one is dead. Then, I had another dad... Who was kind of dead, so I got adopted again. So, three dads.
(But oof, that comment? Whether Jinx is a parent is debatable, but she is taking care of a child, and her thought lately is the thought of messing up. So, it pains her to admit, but...)
Dads and... Ugh, moms, they're kinda like us, their kids, you know, kid? So, they get scared, they get jealous, they get mad, and sad, and happy, and all the good stuff. So, yeah.
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But they should still be fair.
If they're not, that's when you hit them in the nose.
[Foolproof.]
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(Sorry, Laura, for the ROLLERCOASTER.)
But, well. Are you always fair? I'm definitely not fair.
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But hmm. She has to really think about that.]
... I don't know. I've never thought about if I am fair or not.
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(Who MURDERED some of them.)
That's like, very, very big brained advice! Maybe I'm getting actually good at this.
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... I had to already cut my dad a lot of slack. He wasn't very good at being one.
[But then, with some reluctance:]
But he didn't know he was a father until I showed up a week before I came here... so maybe he should have a little more slack.
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(She had been a choice, for both Vander and Silco. Not that Silco is father of the year, but he tried to be. He did what he knew to do, and he did what he could with what he had.
She has no idea what she is doing, too.)
Ugh, this is a bummer. Let's go do something fun.
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What kind of fun?
[She has only just gotten used to the idea of the word, but the concept of fun has certainly not let her down yet.]
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(It starts off strong and gets normal as it goes...)
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A satisfied nod.]
It's good to not be alone. How do you... 'do nails'?
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So, she'll show her hand again, mismatched pink and blue.)
Like this. Just, uh, pick one of the two colors because that's really all I god, kid.
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Looking at her own small fingernails, she contemplates with utmost sincerity.]
I would like both, too. I like both colors.
[They're cute. She would like to be a little cute, too.]
cw.... laura claws i dont know what to put there
(The girl literally heals from having her skin ripped apart in seconds, she can handle some chemicals from the polish.
... She'd probably do great in Zaun. Once they're back to her room, a chest opens and she finds the only two colors she owns.)
Pop'em, kiddo. What do you want me to draw?
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