Pilty goons can profile some shimmer addict and throw 'em in Stillwater, but when I start shooting I'm the bad guy? Type shit.

TWIST ENFORCER HEADS OFF

Jambalaya? Get it together I want Piltover GONE.

Her comment made a laugh punch through Jinx's throat. "The eyes are a bit intense--I've gotta say--but thanks. That the kind of music blaring outta your leg? You sure look the part. Metal-leg... Metal-head..." She murmured that last part and crouched by a vent in an alley on the ground. +

She stood there dumbly for a moment before taking a deep breath and holstering the weapon. She stared at the lycanthrope in front of her, still getting used to her appearance. "...You really are me, huh? Real, no doubt. Sorry."

𝙄 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙭 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙄 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜.

"...Me neither. Ugh, would you cut it out!?"

"13? Where was Vi?? She should've been with you! Should've been there-" She winced and pull her gun out, holding onto her temple with the same hand. "SHUT UP!"

Who wants to stand spread eagle in an open space and be my test dummy? Caitlyn, you volunteer? Great!

Methinks rock-its doth require more BOOM

Nice blueprints, Talis, I'll go ahead and do these babies justice! HAHAHA

Hand steady on her pistol she prodded further. "When? D-did it hurt? Where were you!?"

Her breathing was heavy but she attempted to slow it... "What, me? ... How'd you get like that?"

As they walked through the lanes, Jinx thought she'd make small conversation. It was a boring walk anyway. "Name's Jinx, by the way. Ugh--you probably knew that--" They walked past a wanted poster and she grunted in frustration. "--forget I said anything."

She put a hand on her gun, slowly stepping back. "Y-you can't be real. This isn't happening!"

"..."

"Huh. You're like my sister--our sister? Whatever, she's got a tail and stuff too."

She got a little closer. "You... real?"

"Wha--Oh great, what's YOUR deal?"

◇ V I K T O R◇ 1/2 Hextech Inventor • Designer Reader of Runes > Did I disappoint you? Will they still let me over > If I cross the Line?

There's like 10,000 versions of me! Am I even the original me!?? No of course I'm not a clone--it's some dumb multiverse shit! ... Who asked you?! Fuck you!

Jinx puffed air, "That'll do it I guess," she said while pivoting around. She walked ahead expecting the rockstar to follow, her cloak pulled over her head. "It's not far just... Try to keep up."

She chuckled. "Got parts back at my place, but... Think you'll be alright walkin'?" Brows raised, genuine concern in her voice. "No pressure either. I'd understand."

Commitment.

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"Y'know... Wouldn't be hard to tune it up a bit. I see a couple problems I could fix just off appearances..." She talked around asking if she could mess around with it, assuming Scratch was pretty attached. Plus, they were strangers for the most part.

"Me too. You're already more similar than any other Vi I've met!" The thought of her sister being put through that--it was lunacy. "Let's stick together, sis. Like old times."

"You eat there with Caitlyn or somethin'? Hah.."

"Did that... freak scientist make you some sick experiment??" She remembered that lab, all those needles...

"Never said I hated it! Just dunno why you still eat there."

She tilted to the side. "I can empathize. But, the tail?"

"It's slop. Like, real-life slop you get out the garbage."

"Still dunno why you eat at that place."

She peeps the tail. "Ohhhh.... Multiverses are weird. What's YOUR deal, then?"

"What... What's up with you? You look different. WAY different."