paint the town BLUE

Isola-affiliated RP blog for Jinx the Loose Cannon, from League of Legends & Arcane.

[vcinglcry]

He's sitting beneath one of the weeping cherry blossoms in Beotkkot. A book in hand. It's small, and the cover is a bright yellow. Definitely a book for children. Propped against the trunk of the tree is a Ukelele that was gifted to him by Weston.

[badluckgoboom]

Two entirely too long braids drape down from above near his shoulders. Their owner has hooked her legs around one of the tree branches and taken to hanging upside-down overhead. Her eyes scan the pages he's opened to without comment, seeming to have no trouble deciphering the topsy-turvy pages she's subjecting herself to.

[occultacarne]

Orchid is happy to see the other take a seat right beside her. Jinx is what she calls herself. Somehow, Orchid has a feeling this isn't a name by birthright, but something she chose to call herself. A shame. Orchid had hoped to get a real name from Jinx. Nevertheless, she smiles. Red eyes scan Jinx from head to toe. Something about her is certainly different from most people here.

"I am Princess Orchid Evergreen, first of her name and soon to be queen of the Elder Vale. I am the rightful heir to Sebastian Everest Armaros." She pauses and then smiles, head tilting with amusement. "You may call me Orchid, if you so please." Jinx should be honored to be already on a first-name basis with the princess, soon to be queen!

"Jinx, how long have you been here? Could you tell me about this strange realm?"

[badluckgoboom]

Jinx shifts a little under Orchid’s gaze. Her fingertips twitch. Her head turns just so, eyes still locked on her. Maybe she’s kind of a hypocrite. For as often as she’s watched others, sized them up, analyzed…discomfort always seemed to fester when it was done unto her. She’s never been something to be seen, try as she might to earn that distinction.

Royalty…not something she’d ever imagined herself interacting with before this city. Not something she held a very high opinion of, either. The few problems she’d had that weren’t of her own doing were usually caused by the upper class. Here, though, status didn’t mean a whole lot. How someone acted mattered a lot more. This one was fine. For now.

“Hrmmmh…a couple years overall, give or take?” Her posture unfolds, legs now stretched before her so she can recline slightly, her torso propped up by planted hands. She lets her eyes wander to and fro. “It’s not too bad, all things considered. Plenty of restaurants, some parks, a place or two to find a hookup you’ll probably regret in the morning- the works. You just gotta learn to be okay with the fact that we’re all monkeys in a cage being watched by a buncha labcoats behind a window we can’t even see, much less break."

She throws her head forward, her stare now focused, severe- and cast sidelong towards Orchid. “I’m told I’m a fast learner…but I still haven’t quite cracked that one yet.”

[occultacarne]

@badluckgoboom

"My, you have a staring problem, don't you, Little Bunny?" Despite the observation, Orchid doesn't seem bothered at all. In fact, she looks to be relishing in the attention she's gaining from this blue-haired lady.

"Come closer. I would like to get a better look at you, if you do not mind?"

Orchid is a beauty. She carries an elegance to her, and she knows it. The princess adjusts her posture, moves her long black locks over her shoulder, and ushers her temporary companion to take a seat next to her.

"Tell me, what is your name?"

[badluckgoboom]

‘Little Bunny’… she’d only just taken notice and already this lady had a condescending nickname for her. The sort of demeanor she held is nothing new for Jinx to witness, though something about her particular air and lack of revulsion at being watched…it tickles at her mind. Kind of a familiar feeling. She isn’t a fan, but at least it doesn’t hurt.

“Kinda weird to ask a stranger, isn’t it?” Regardless of her sardonic reply, she still approaches as requested. To come closer was a request not often issued of her. ‘Get away’ was a far more common sentiment. Once in the spot gestured to, she drops unceremoniously to sit down upon it, one leg drawn up with a planted foot, the other crossed underneath. Her eyes scan the other woman’s stunning features, their neon glow faintly visible in the dim shadow cast by her own face.

“Jinx.” Her gaze narrows. Gears turn behind those eyes, hammering away at some kind of revelation. “Aaaand you…?”

[red-rover-au]

[badluckgoboom]

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[occultacarne]

"You may slow down. It will not grow legs to run away from you," He says gently. He's stern, perhaps stoic, but there's always been a touch of gentleness when he interacts with children. In his eyes, despite his own upbringing, they were innocent beings. They did nothing wrong, and if they did, was it not the parents' fault?

He hands her something to drink in case she needed it. "Is it to your liking? I am incapable of tasting mortal food. They do not taste pleasant to me."

He pauses and then asks, "Powder, have you seen a small child? He would be much younger than you are. Black hair, red eyes..."

[badluckgoboom]

The gentle words ground her a bit. She'd maybe gotten a touch overexcited by the prospect of such a meal- particularly delicious food was hard to come by in Zaun. Going too fast would probably just end up with her choking on it. Maybe now, at least for a moment, she could afford to savor something.

"It's r-" Shoot, her mouth is still full. The presence of mind to swallow before answering overtakes her. "It is- it's really good. Thank you for this...so much..." Emotion overwhelmed, tears threatening to spill over once again soon. The shuddering sobs of before wouldn't come with them, at least for now.

Then another question. She thinks back, really making sure she answers honestly. "...No, I haven't. You were the first person I saw when I showed up, and I didn't really pay attention to the others we passed by..."

[occultacarne]

Powder.

He glances at the child, "Like the flower....almost. There is a flower called the Powder Puff. Also known as fairy duster." He does smile. It isn't sure if it's a way to ease her mind or what.

"My name is Sebastian Everest Armaros." They step out of the dark alleyway and into the bustling light of shops and such. His hand still holding hers, he gently continues to lead her.

Eventually, after some time, they've made it into a large castle of Mistwood. He enters the building. It's certainly much safer in here than out there. Once they are in one of the living spaces, he motions for her to take a seat.

"I will return shortly."

And as promised, he's returned with some food (He will replace them for Vanth), as well as something warm for her to wear.

[badluckgoboom]

The fever pitch of Powder’s emotions had dulled substantially- still aching inside her, but not so much to blind her to the world beyond them. She manages to register his observation of her name enough to perk up slightly, the emphasized nickname even getting a small noise out of her. Perhaps it’s a small huff of a laugh, though equally possible was a sniffle.

Sebastian…so she knows the name of the hand she still clings to, though her grip loosens when her eyes finally turn upwards from the unfamiliar ground. She’d never been anywhere with a lot of plant life, much less the woods. It’s enough of a wonder to stimulate her curious mind alone…then there’s a castle! The only chance she ever got to visit such wondrous places was in the scant few children’s books her parents and Vander were able to scrounge up. Such an unbelievable thing, so soon after the unthinkable had happened…she feels so disconnected, like everything is too surreal to really be happening. It would probably be better that way…

Seeing Sebastian return with food and warmth snaps her out of the haze she’d begun slipping into. Her eyes widen with more life than he’d have seen in them up to that point, telling as much of a story as how quick she is to dig in once the meal is placed before her. Relief visibly floods her body as she eats, and the occasional contented hum gives away how she enjoys it.

[occultacarne]

Any kind adult would have knelt down to her level and wiped the tears away. A small child all alone, crying and cold, only deserved warmth and care.

Unfortunately, Sebastian wasn't that kind of person. The only thing he could offer her was his hand. It's warm. Warmer than most people's body heat, and the other thing he could offer was to take her someplace warm.

"You may be in a new world, but you are safe. No harm will come to you." It was a promise he'd keep. No harm would come to any child.

"What is your name?" He then asked, directing her out of the alleyway. He has a destination in mind and plans to take her there.

[badluckgoboom]

In all fairness, the girl didn’t know what kind of comfort she wanted right now. She didn’t really know what she wanted at all. Something to let her anger out on? A pillow and warm blanket to cry in? A promise of getting back at everyone responsible for her pain…? They all sounded like what she needed, which just made knowing what she actually needed all the more difficult.

‘You are safe,’ he said. ‘No harm will come to you.’ Maybe…maybe that was enough, for now.

Her hands gripped his harder when she realized how warm it was. It wouldn't warm the chill in her entirely, but it could help, at least a bit.

"...Powder," she murmured, sniffling in the brief pause that occurred after. "My name's Powder."

[occultacarne]

She's dirty and speaks of the undercity. She smells of oil and other unexplainable stenches. It reminds him of Rae when he was first rescued. That lower than commoner vibe and stench. Regardless, it does not bother him. Just a simple thing to note. To get an understanding of what her life may be like.

"It is not," he answers quietly. He approaches closer, but still leaves her with enough personal space.

"You are far from home." His eyes lift from looking at her to somewhere, nowhere in particular. His other self is nearby, but he can't possibly leave this child on her own.

The king turns his attention back to the child. "Crying in the cold will not do you any good. Come." He holds out a hand for her to take if she so wishes.

[badluckgoboom]

Powder almost wished she'd been wrong about where they were...or, where they weren't, rather. If they were still in Zaun, she could just get back to feeling the awful way she was before, instead of that being mixed with confusion and curiosity into this...weird soup of emotions. Soup shouldn't have such a nasty aftertaste...or leave her stomach feeling even more empty.

She didn't want to be far from home. But she didn't want to be home either... She'd already destroyed it. Ruined everything... jinxed everything. She was alone in a strange new place, and this person, whoever he was, was the only thing to hold onto. The only other choice was to just fall back down and be abandoned yet again. The girl tripped over her own feet as she jolted forward, only finding stability as she clasped his hand tightly with both of hers. Her eyes looked everywhere but at him, still shimmering with tears that would surely find their time to be sobbed out yet again.

[louisegluckpdf]

got my lab results back turns out i’m full of rage because i am full of grief

[occultacarne]

So many children. This strange phenomenon was unexplainable. He was in search of someone in particular, and still, there had been no signs of the young prince. Sebastian showed no signs of frustration. He followed the scent of another, the sound of another sob, knowing well enough that it was not his younger self in these alleyways.

He watches the small child silently in the shadows, though he wasn't truly trying to hide from the human's gaze.

"You weep as if you are already dead."

[badluckgoboom]

Just the sound of his voice made her draw in a breath. As if she'd expected the entire world to have slowed down around her, leave her in this dreamlike confusion. Then the waking nightmare she had lived reasserted itself in her mind, pressure tightening in her ribcage as a tremble wracked her body.

She wasn't dead. His presence, his words, confirmed as much. This was the closest thing to it she'd known, but she wasn't there yet. What to do next, though? What could she do next? Despite her body and heart wishing to just give out, the gears of her clever mind turned, seeking some kind of answers.

Her hands pushed limply against the ground, feet attempting for just a moment to pull forward and bring her to standing position. It was an empty effort, really. Still kneeling, she gathered herself as best she could- which, right now, was “one upsetting occurrence from breaking down again.” It’d have to do.

“Wh…” A shaky breath drew in. “Where are we? This…isn’t the undercity.”

[the-write-ideas]

Ask my character "How do you feel about ______?" Can be an idea, person(s), place, or thing, and they'll have to answer honestly.

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[badluckgoboom]

@falsitiess

Powder's hand pressed right over her own mouth, just keeping herself from crying aloud as she'd nearly lost balance. Fortunately it seemed the librarian had been occupied, though a couple of people had looked her way from where they sat with their books. Her eyes darted back and forth amongst them, then went back up to the shelf she'd been trying to reach.

She was a jinx. Whatever she did, she'd end up screwing it up. It was why she'd tried for a good minute now to get to that top shelf on her own. No use getting someone else wrapped up in her mess. But it was clear that it wasn't going to work. She was just going to ruin things even worse if she kept trying.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, she approached someone nearby- a man. A stranger, sure, but that was everyone around here.

"Excuse me, sir..." she muttered. "Can you help me get to that shelf up there?"

[badluckgoboom]

@sajademon

What a life it must be, to have multiple places to get food on just about every city block. The ability to choose such things was a luxury Powder rarely knew. In the Undercity, you ate what you could and that was that. This city, on the other hand? It seemed like you could spit in any direction and you’d hit somewhere you could buy food if you had the money. She did not.

Still she’d slipped into the small cornerside building- a convenience store, she might’ve called it if she were familiar with such things. The easy access to pre-prepared, portable food was definitely convenient. As far as she knew, if the person working the cash register didn’t see something that happened in the store, it didn’t happen. Even so, she was careful to make sure they weren’t watching as she slipped a sandwich from the refrigerated section, as well as some kind of green drink from the mountains. Nothing that would be missed, she’d rationalized by the time she got to the door, trying to seem casual enough that she wouldn’t be- 

“Ah-!” Someone had opened the door just as she leaned to push against the bar, the momentum carrying her to stumble right into him. “I- I’m sorry, I wasn’t…looking where I went, sorry…” The jolt of the impact led her to drop the drink, which rolled outside a couple feet from the door. None of it had been packed into a plastic bag. That didn’t particularly occur to her- she was mostly focused on trying to slip past this man without drawing too much attention...

[badluckgoboom]

@occultacarne

The sudden rush of temperate air was the first thing Powder felt since agony had overtaken her. It chilled her to the bone, making the poor girl shudder and jerk up almost instinctively. Though she still despaired, sobs breaking out with every ragged breath, a sense of confusion began to seep in. Where…was she? It was still dark, but none of this looked familiar. Had she passed out and been taken somewhere else, left out in some other alleyway?

Lost. She’d been abandoned, and now she was lost. Stuck somewhere she didn’t recognize. Her aching chest began to heave with every breath, the pain growing worse and worse. She couldn’t help it. She couldn’t calm down. Her body shivered again, making her only now aware of how numb she felt underneath her soaked clothes. Was she about to die? Is this what that felt like…?

Somebody else was there. Of course, she didn’t recognize him. But his long, dark hair, the clothes of similar shade…it was as though he’d melted in from the shadows. A spectre here to take her away now that she was alone.

Powder just stayed where she knelt, silent beyond her sobs. Every nerve was alight, telling her to run. She was certainly prepared to…

[badluckgoboom]

Well! With the stage set and everything Just Fine...go ahead and give this post a like for an event starter with Powder! We'll go ahead and cap this at 5 for now; subject to more slots being opened if I'm really feeling it! (Her info post is here)