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                                                 ind. semi-sel. elementalist lux. written by vex.                                                                             promo made by @arrowdeft.

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                    “𝔸 𝕊𝕥𝕪𝕘𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕘 𝕠𝕓𝕤𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖…“

                   independent & selective 𝕊𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕣 𝔼𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕤𝕖 𝕃𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕒 from 𝕃𝕖𝕒𝕘𝕦𝕖 𝕆𝕗 𝕃𝕖𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤

                         penned by ℍ𝕒𝕨𝕜𝕖.  /   mun is 20+.  /  10+ years of RP experience

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She felt so cold now. Where she had felt at peace in Quinn’s embrace, like the stars were singing just for her… now, she felt colder than the darkest night. Sona gulps as Quinn slips from her grasp, trying to make sense of this feeling. Trying to make sense of any of this.

How should she act? Mischievous? Alluring and composed? Soft and gentle? Her thoughts rushed louder than her heart, she did not know how to be around this woman, this ranger-knight. Her ranger-knight.

No.

Not hers.

Colder still. She barely hears the beauty of Quinn’s voice, the way it almost seems to brush against her ears. Barely notices how much her heart sings from a simple invitation, eyes closed as she towers in her space, standing still as Quinn handles the tea. Who should I be for you? How can I make this work?

This is so inappropriate. It was, given their circumstances, but she is reminded of what she’s buried in her heart when her eyes turn to her guest. Slowly, timidly -  timidly of all things, her! - she walks to the couch and glances down. There was plenty of space. She was nervous. Quinn was nervous, and Sona felt even more nervous. Anxious. Her chest squeezes as she hesitates too long over a decision as simple as sitting on the couch. It was simple! So simple! Just do it! Sona shifts towards the far end of the couch, then stops herself. No.

The musician takes a deep breath, then finds her place right next to Quinn. Perhaps closer than is appropriate, close enough that her leg threatens to bump against the other. How juvenile she acts in this moment, heart thundering again, but a small smile is upon her lips as she looks to Quinn reassuringly - I am fine sitting here, don’t worry. 

Her hands are trembling, though a clench of her fingers clasped into each other quells the issue. Carefully, she moves to place a few fingers against Quinn’s hand, the sort of brushing gesture that sings, I’m listening to you. I’m paying attention to you. Her hand returns to her own lap immediately after, she is anxious that perhaps she will commit an offense. Another offense. For now, however, she can only see what was on Quinn’s mind.

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She could sense a small amount of indecision in the way Sona hesitated. What she could assume was indecision, or maybe she had been too forward gesturing to a spot right beside her but it had felt right despite her own inner conflict. Despite feeling nervous and catching a swell of anxious disjointed thoughts rise up, Quinn was working herself into more of that passiveness. A bit of a process, but one she could manage at that point.

Her worries were closed off one by one once Sona had finally seated in beside her, flashing such effective reassurance that it made the ranger reel a bit. She couldn’t make her own thundering heart slow down, though, not with how close her... friend was. What else could she call the noble at that point? Thinking of the word brought her a strange discomfort, like it wasn’t the right label, but neither was stranger. She might have known what label she wanted before but their night had complicated everything.

Quinn scrambled for what she could start to say and looked off towards Valor like he would spring an idea, feeling like she was three feet outside of her own body when the slight brush of fingers against her hand snapped her right back in. She almost jolted but the gesture was so gentle only a sense of surprise hit her. It was no true offense of boundary in her eyes and she knew, just by glancing at the maven from their past chats and visits, that she was then being listened to.

She leaned back on the furniture and took an easing breath, then she slowly passed the maven the other cup of tea. Quinn was not one who seemed fond of contact in general, being so conscience of it and reserved herself, but the way she brushed her fingers back against Sona’s when passing the tea was certainly conscious, almost inviting. But her own newly freed hand rested down in her lap after.

“I don’t know where to go from here. I should, getting information is part of what I do. But when it comes to my own home... it’s different. It shouldn’t be. I can’t really describe it. But I need to figure something out now. You said there are others I can speak to as well to know more, but a Crownguard? Lady Laurent sounds like she would be more likely to speak to on better terms with that.” Sona had also told her to choose wisely though, allies to enemies. No choice seemed wise to her right then and even though she had prepared for her long night of tracking, Quinn was admittedly tired. Drained. Trying to avoid thinking herself back into circles but always slipping on that effort.

“While you’re listening.” The knight hesitated, a sense of awkwardness arising in what she wanted to say. How many boundaries could she near-blindly push against? She prepared with a deep breath and looked right at Sona, summoning all the confidence she could manage to hold any eye contact given back.

“I want you to know that I still care. Both Valor and I do. I wouldn’t have kept visiting if I didn’t like your company. I just have... quite a bit to think about now and a lot to figure out.” Her tone tapered off before she sipped the tea. She had a night to figure out how she wanted to approach things from then on, what new dance she would play with the seekers and vanguard. She also wanted to stop feeling like she somehow wouldn’t see Sona again after she would have to leave.

[windblownmusing]

                         HOPE is so much stronger than fear.

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(( my flashlight was dying when I found this fireplace in the woods at work and it’s top tier creepy content

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06 Wings for Ori or 12 Stranger for Soner.

Zaun was a forest of mechanics, dead end alleys and some winding canyon walls that were veined with pipes and spots of life. It was like nothing Quinn had seen before and may have been the last thing she would have ever seen had she not found her luck in the strange woman whose presence she was silently sharing in then, sitting on a metal edge overlooking a smoggy valley. A respirator was strapped firmly across her face like a muzzle, muffling and echoing much of whatever she’d had to say, but that wasn’t why she’d gone silent for a while.

The Gray was captivating in its own right. Perhaps only because of where they sat and the view they had, how low the valley before them was but it looked like a sea of sickness settling heavy below, swirling in whatever faint air stirred it. Quinn couldn’t keep track of the levels, didn’t even think she’d seen the bottom yet. It was winding to remember there was so much more above them as well.

“Have you ever thought about what it would be like to have wings?”

It was an unusual and out of the blue question for Quinn to venture with. It wasn’t a question she would’ve just asked anyone, more something to silently contemplate but she felt burningly curious. Orianna had not been without her own unusual ticks, unusual inquiries on occasion. It was almost easy for the ranger to feel like her own aimless thoughts would be taken well if she spilled them aloud. She tested the waters with one wonder.

“It takes me weeks to cross what Valor can in a few days. Getting back to the surface would be almost effortless that way. It’s like you can feel the gravity of everything above here.”

Even on the surface silence had weight. But so far down below there didn’t need to be silence for Quinn to feel that same weight and there never did seem to be true silence anyway from the places she had been so far. In the break of words there was an endless echo of some noise that couldn’t be placed, clanging pipelines, some distant clamor or chatter.

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Besties.

Quinn wanted to scoff. A slight tick in her expression must have shown how she felt about that on some level even with all of the sarcasm drizzled over the words, but soon she was trailing golden eyes down the length of a tattooed arm to the hand that was being offered. Oil stains and her own suspicions aside, the ranger-knight ended up taking that hand in a very firm grip and enduring a seal of agreement between them, even if she didn’t fully know what she was agreeing to yet. It seemed proper in Quinn’s mind to do too and even that simple gesture between them was enough for an honor bound Demacian to feel a bit better.

She watched Jinx in silent contemplation and listened carefully to the walking enigma she’d just agreed to work with. She never would have imagined that those posters were put up by the very person they were calling on justice for and by then she wasn’t even sure how to feel about Jinx in any capacity apart from acknowledging the presence of danger. There was even a peculiar charm that Quinn found in the other woman beyond everything else that was repelling. Despite all the blue she could see too, she still felt like she was staring at a human red flag.

“That does make it difficult to just go off and… borrow things,” she stated rather blandly once Jinx was finished packing supplies and shifting things around. Quinn openly stared at the other for a moment as they stood in front of each other before the ranger choose to wander her way to a section of the room where she could get a bit of a peek outside past what she could only assume was a boarded window or hole of sorts. It looked like a perfect time for them to slip out of that place.

“A distraction can be done. In and out with your experiment poison.” Simple. Easy. Maybe Quinn wouldn’t need to have her face printed over a wanted poster either if they could both work well together and then she could get on with what else she needed to do before finally leaving. Quinn was tired of the compact population and noise. She also had a character to remember to play. She was a smuggler and didn’t have time to stand around being morally conflicted.

“Sounds like one of the easiest jobs I’ve had in a while, so you can count me in.” Quinn leaned away from the gap that she’d been peeking through and made her way back towards the entrance that had led to her discovery of the discreet little hide out. She was already antsy to move. “I thought you would’ve sent me on some absurd chase but this can definitely be done. Do you expect it to be done today? It’s probably a good time to move.”

— ❝ amazing ! see , i KNEW we’d get along . but hold yer horses JUST YET . we’re leaving , yes - got no more use for this place , plus we gotta go down a couple rings . but the operation piranha won’t go down today - FIRST we gotta get to our next lil’ hideout . THEN i’ll walk ya through the plan . ❞ —

     there was also the issue that she couldn’t FULLY trust her companion just yet . nothing seemed to be particularly odd about her intentions , but oh how INCONVENIENT would it be to get caught or ratted out before the plan actually took place ? absolutely NOT ! she would have a little chatter with queenie on the way there . the bluette shifted her body towards the entrance and began to walk past quinn before she stopped .

— ❝ oh ! and by the way - ❞ — a grin covered her expression , a hand went to her bag and pulled out a fully charged zapper , which she pointed over her shoulder lazily at the woman behind her . her head followed the movement and their gazes met again , her eyes were wide open , almost in a threatening manner if it were not for her rather wicked smile . though her voice had gotten slightly more serious for a split second — ❝ don’t even THINK of ruining this for us , queenie . will ya ? ❞ —

     after a couple of seconds when she felt the other had gotten the message , she put the zapper on her belt for easy access and looked around . the fastest route would be to take a made-up zipline she had made herself to get to the next ring down in zaun in a few seconds . they would avoid a PAINFULLY BORING route of stairs and old roads anyways .

— ❝ follow me ! i just got a BRILLIANT idea . A FUN one . ❞ — jinx spoke in now her usual playful tone and ran towards the cliff only some meters away from the hideout . there were a lot of dead ends like that in zaun - countless people died that way each day ; pushed over , drunkenly fallen down , suicidal folks … the possibilities were endless . — ❝ see those things over there ? grab one of those and hop on - it’ll take us STRAIGHT to the fourth ring . ❞ —

     needless to say , the thing looked pretty unsafe in and by itself . jinx KNEW it was perfectly alright - but this would be some sort of test for quinn , people would easily back off on her with this kind of stuff ( even more if they were just there to rat her off , it was probably not worth the risk ) . and she had no use for scaredy cats anyways .

— ❝ CHOP CHOP ! would rather get goin ‘ don’tcha think ? ❞ — another smirk . — ❝ don’t tell me yer afraid of heights , are ya ? ❞ —

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Quinn felt a bit of relief that they wouldn’t be diving directly into something that day, but she’d never been lower than the level they currently occupied either. That would at least give her time to think about her potential options and to further gauge her newfound companion. Who seemed only increasingly unpredictable, made clearer when Quinn found herself suddenly staring down the end of a weapon swirling with static charge and feeling her hair stand a little on end at the threat when she met Jinx’s wild gaze. She had no doubt then that her life would be on a thin thread if a mistake was to be made. The criminal’s tone only settled the severity of it in her mind.

So much for any floating ideas of sabotage and making an escape, unless an opportunity would arise.

She’d given as much of an even stare as she could until the weapon was no longer pointed in her direction and then the faintest of huffs afterwards. Her gait in following Jinx was quick but not nearly a run. Outside, the Demacian peered around distractedly at first, half expecting those who had been pursuing her to suddenly dart out into view. But it was just the two of them on that side and the seemingly endless commotion of the levels around and above and below. She felt like she’d entered a whole other world, driven through it by a task and her own curiosity.

It took the ranger a moment to see what the enthusiastic woman was talking about but when she spotted the zip line her brows shot up. Quinn shifted her way towards the edge to peer over it, being mindful of how close Jinx was to her. She didn’t think she’d have to worry about being nudged over the edge yet but her stomach certainly dropped looking into those depths, noting how inherently unfun the idea seemed with the condition of the lines.

“No,” the ranger had said with her voice hardened when she reached up to grab at the bars of some odd looking mechanical thing attached to the line. “I’m not afraid of heights. But I am afraid of free falling this far. I don’t exactly fly.” If she hung at the edge of the unknown too long though she wouldn’t step into it as readily and her options by then were running thin. She leaned her weight down and tugged on whatever she could of the zipline until she felt like it wasn’t going to snap the moment she tried before shooting Jinx a last scrutinizing look. Then she took the plunge.

She knew in part that their journey could have been much longer to that fourth ring without the zipline but to Quinn it still felt long. Halfway down she realized it was her own voice she could hear that was echoing past the hissing and clanking of pipes sticking out of sheer stone, though she had only been yelling for a short time before realizing that and closing her mouth. Quinn’s stop at the bottom was almost graceless for someone who’d even used their own version of a zipline before. The line jerked several feet above the end and after a tuck and roll, she still ended up sprawling flat down on the side of her face, winded, with adrenaline coursing through her from the excitement. At the end, having survived the descent, it had actually been a bit fun.

Her lungs burned a bit every time she pulled in a breath even after she was working herself up onto all fours and then two feet with the help of a nearby pipe. It hissed loudly as if in protest to the Demacian’s touch once she was stable, causing her to whip her gloved hand back in surprise like she’d been burned even if the pipe only felt warm. Then her golden eyes were searching back up along the line for her impulsive new friend.

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“He’ll keep trying,” came the ranger’s simple answer. She had to raise her voice to be heard past the sudden whipping of wind. Those periodic gusts pushing through gaps of trees were a little cutting with the falling snow but no complaints had ever escaped the Demacian in spite of her cautions as she pushed on behind the iceborn.

Quinn did her best to assess their environment and path as they moved on slow, too aware that even the most experienced individuals could succumb to the simplest mistakes. The storm only seemed to be rolling on harder. She couldn’t tell if it had been ten minutes or an hour with how long their trek felt, but Valor’s piercing call finally came from the woods. One first to tell her he was back and then a couple more varying pitched calls for Quinn to piece together information.

“Further to the west. Where the cold has split the mountain open. We may find shelter there.”

~~ “Do not push him, I would feel terrible if he became injured.” She spoke as she watched the bird’s wings beating against the blizzard as he had flown away, he was a fighter that was for sure, she admired him. 

She too heard the noises from the bird and nodded at Quinn’s words. “Then there we will head, let Valor rest if he wishes.” She loaded arrows and aimed for the ground, shooting them into the snow a few metres ahead as she walked, marking the path as they walked. With each arrow fired she was able to see if there was a drop or danger in the path ahead of them, her eyes watched before stepping forth. 

The opening in the mountain soon became clear and Ashe let out a large breath of relief, she could not wait to take shelter from the blizzard. “Ahead!” She called over the ferocious winds. 

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“Yes. I’m behind you.”

The cold was biting through the Demacian’s layers of fur and leather. Quinn huffed as she rubbed her arms like she could buff that cold away, unable to help but appreciate the concern the other woman showed towards her feathered companion. Humility in a leader was an especially respectful trait in Quinn’s eyes and it made her all the more willing to follow the Freljordian into whatever storm awaited them. And she did, collecting arrows buried into the thick layers of snow as they passed them to protect their trail. She had whistled into the woods once to instruct Valor to move on to that safe area.

Eventually when she heard Ashe call from ahead above the whipping winds, the storm felt like it had picked up greatly around them. Quinn was staggering in the deep snow as hard winds threatened to push her off of her feet but soon she came up close to Ashe to see their destination. It was a nearly sheer flat face of rock and ice in the side of one of many mountains in the region. Cold snaps had split it from the base upwards in several places but there was one particularly large crack. It looked the most stable compared to the rest. As they came closer to it she could also see Valor pressed close against the trunk of a nearby tree awaiting them and sheltering from the winds, no warning of danger yet.

“Do you think we’re the first ones to come for this shelter?” She could hope so. But Quinn also knew the odds weren’t that favorable. The ranger held her arm up and called to her bird to her while they had a brief break in the wind near the scarce trees, approaching the cave-like split. It was tall and wide enough for them both to walk in side by side, but no telling how deep it truly was or what else would have managed to get inside.

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tagged by: @cutmystrxngs

tagging: this went around a bit ago so I dunno who’s done it, steal it

GENERAL

Name: Quinn

Nicknames: Demacia’s Wings, many nicknames are person specific

Age: Mid 20’s

Morality: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / grey / evil

Species: Human, vastaya blood in woad verse

PERSONAL

Sins: lust / greed / gluttony / sloth / pride / envy / wrath

Virtues: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice

Primary goals in life: The defense and security of Demacia and its people, primarily common folk. Has her own version of justice she wants to pass to intruders. She’s mostly been in Noxus and the Freljord so she also wants to know more about places beyond Demacia as well.

Build: slender / scrawny / bony / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / babyfat / pudgy / obese

PHYSICAL

Height: about 5’5

Weight: —

Scars/birthmarks: A few scattered scars from her work, one large jagged scar that goes from her hip to collar bone from the tuskvore.

Abilities/Powers: Agile and has near-flawless communication with Valor. Excellent shot and land navigator, uses her survivability to advantage. Able to manipulate and negotiate with others. Adaptable to environments.

Favorite food: just give her the meat

Favorite drink: water is supreme

Favorite color(s): blue, green

Favorite music genre: undecided, she just likes music as long as it sounds good. Leans towards heavy beats

Favorite book genre: adventure or legends

Favorite movie genre: —

Favorite season: autumn

Favorite curse word(s): all

Favorite scent: rainy forest

FUN STUFF

Bottom or top: switch

Sings in the shower: she’ll hum

Likes bad puns: they make her smile but she’ll also give the person making the puns grief

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no one:

valor: shares breakfast with quinn by dropping his prey on her while she’s asleep

[thrustandpcrry]

“ i hope you aren’t too busy, the three piece suit is ready, and a back up, you know, just in case. “ fiora was beaming with pride at the moment, late nights, dozens of coffee shots, and a couple pokes on her fingers were at last on show, and it was a nice show too. 

on the stand in doll, it was nicely fitting, with jade and blue tones to help make the overall black cloth pop a little more, but most importantly, as shown by enthusiastic hands, fiora took the time to fit in inner pockets wherever seemed necessary. 

“ i suggest you try it out now, so we can make the final adjustments, maybe tighten up a few spots, should that be your fancy. “

@forvinti

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Quinn hadn’t been busy at all by then, fortunately. She had been buzzing with anticipation by the time she’d been called back by the knight after her meticulous exploring of the household and bothering of a couple maids with her questions as well as a bath. Which she felt so much better for afterwards. Even Valor had gotten a bit of grooming and care but her feathered companion had eventually decided to make his escape to the open skies again.

“Wow,” was all Quinn could seem to say at first as she approached the stand-in display. “A backup too? This looks... incredible.” The right words wouldn’t come to her. Golden eyes were roaming attentively over every bit of surface area and trims of jade with obvious appraisal though. She was almost loathed to wear something that seemed too fine for one who was once an uwendale peasant. Seeing the end result of a gift so well crafted gave her a strange weight in her chest.

Urging for a bit privacy, Quinn stripped down there and took a bit more time inspecting the suit and pulling on the layers, turning to a nearby mirror afterwards to inspect her appearance. It seemed to fit astonishingly well, comfortably, and she couldn’t seem to stop trailing her fingers along the colorful trimmings of the black base and inspecting more. So much detail in such an impressive amount of time.

“It doesn’t feel like it needs adjustments. But you can look now.”

[alphaneptune]

Gyrfalcon

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The way Quinn froze, her hesitation, it was enough to cause Sona’s hands to waver. Her gesture seemed unwelcome and she is ready to put her hands down. Of course, how foolish. They weren’t that close. They were just strangers. Her eyes close slightly as her head dips and it is in that hesitation that Quinn proves her wrong.

By the gods, is Sona proven wrong. As Quinn clings to her tightly, Sona bites the inside of her lip and holds the woman close. Her grip is not tight, but it is secure - an arm around the back, an arm near the head, protective. She is a guardian and she expresses it even now, even as she turns her head up to look at the ceiling, blinking away any threatening raindrops.

Tea in a moment? Tea could come five hours from now, Sona would not have minded. Her grip only grows that much more secure, unwilling to relent. Perhaps she needs this as much as Quinn does. Perhaps. All she knows for sure is that Quinn is leaning into her and Sona has not the words to tell her that she would not let go. Not without breaking her word. As long as it takes. Sona curls up slightly around Quinn, resting her forehead on the top of the ranger’s head, waiting for this to end. Secure in her grip, but not forceful - Quinn could escape whenever she liked. But as long as the other desired, so Sona remained, holding her ranger-knight close. She is focused on that… and keeping any of the magic she had off her appearance. Out of her eyes and out of her hair and out of herself. Her grip tightens slightly, and if Quinn wants to move them to the couch to extend this, she will not object. She would hardly object to anything.

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Quinn felt stiff in the maven’s arms despite her leaning. Too wary of fully sinking right into that embrace at first and too nervous to form her own grip into something more comforting from the start. It was firm and needing like she wanted to sap whatever form of comfort or assurance that she could get. Even after all was said, Quinn felt relief that the other woman seemed inviting and reconciliatory. It opened a path for her to return it when she usually hesitated to be free with her affections first.

Gradually did she manage to relax in her own way and let the tension in her form drain. Her own embrace became less rigid and overly tight as she breathed and managed to find a sense of calm where chaos had seemed so abrupt. Silence had never bothered her with Sona but since hearing the maven’s voice, if Quinn could assume it truly had been her, the silence then seemed to weigh heavier. With their heads resting close she could only wish she could hear the maven’s thoughts. She didn’t want to move but eventually had to. Quinn flexed her arms again with one more squeeze before she slowly began to pull away. Almost as if she could read the other’s thoughts, her eyes went towards the nearby couch and then over to their tea, debating.

“Would you sit with me?” Quinn’s voice is soft and graveled like she was somewhere on the border of tears but she’d likely passed that point by locking it all in until it was an ache in the chest. When she freed herself from the maven’s hold she went right over to the table to retrieve their tea before retreating to the couch. Her hands often had a faint tremor to them but she balanced the tea expertly while finding a satisfactory spot nudged against an armrest. It was hopefully better than pacing about the room or standing with her closed posture while their revelations escalated.

Once Quinn was settled in she balanced the tea better and tapped at a spot directly beside her despite all of the open space on the couch. There would be plenty of room left between them should Sona choose to occupy the other end instead though. It was clear that the ranger hoped otherwise even though part of her was still ever anxious to show such vulnerability and she didn’t want to push boundaries.

[virtuous-dignity]

New canon Sona Ask/RP sideblog, primarily dash only, open to all! Please reblog and spread this around, thanks!

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(( I’m struggling to write a bit lately but it’s prolly cause I had a 58 hour week on top of this already wild one

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forvinti‌:

The other’s behavior was off-putting in a way that was more than just slight and uncomfortable. Quinn had to quietly wonder exactly what she was walking right on into but she’d learned to adapt and to find the path that she needed to take no matter if she were in some city jungle or off the far silent depths of the woods. She also knew well not to be too quick to judge what she was presented with in the brief span of actually meeting Jinx, but the other woman seemed to be a walking unstable variable and a dangerous one at that.

Though she did not express all that much outwardly, the ranger was very aware of those things at least. The ranger understood, flicking her gaze towards those “friends” that’d had her curious interest, that her very presence was certainly being tolerated. And perhaps she should use far more caution when slipping into the crevices of even the upper parts of the cities.

“Quinn,” she reminded the other again. Patiently. Jinx’s stare was met as evenly as possible despite a bit of a chill even slithering down the Demacian’s spine. If she were to be honest with herself, the offer was already immediately tempting. Her entire venture through parts of Piltover and Zaun had been trial and error of navigating through a place that was incredibly strange. A place that harnessed an energy that she had so many misconceptions of. There were already so many advantages to be seen and few disadvantages for Quinn to predictably consider right then.

“I help you get some things you need. You help me stay out of sight for a bit.” She sucked on her teeth a moment as she reiterated their terms, dragging out her thinking. Then looked around the room more before finally sighing.

“Poison, was it? Is that the sort of thing you’ll have me looking for? If you send me hounding for things that pose too much risk to get, it won’t be worth even a good spot to stay.” Some guiding information about the cities, though — and hiding out with one of the greatest determined threats present instead of having to avoid them entirely. Those things had their own value and Quinn came to the conclusion that she could shake herself free of Jinx when the time came.

“But the right amount of risk, yes. I think we could make that work fairly.” Even if she was opposed to helping and opposed to the idea of the other woman ever being involved in what she was doing. Sometimes unconventional methods yielded better results than Quinn often anticipated. “You seem. Nice. Yourself, not sending me back out the way I’ve come with one of your friends. Where are you leaving this place for, and what things are you needing?”

— ❝ oh come ON . we’re kind of like what . BESTIES by now ? ya can easen up ‘round me you silly pants . we got ourselves quite a deal right here , might as well enjoy every single second of it . don’tcha think ? i don’t know , what do gal pals do these days ? ❞ —

     the troublemaker’s expression shifted into a mischievous smirk before she stood up from the chair , her tone indicated that she did not expect any answer , and was being rather sarcastic about the whole thing . a quick glance was thrown at the other before she extended her right arm , which was filled with her tattoos and was covered with some remnants of oil from past projects . a handshake was what people usually did when these things took place , right ? completely useless . but why the hell not ?

     as soon as that was done with , the bluette basically HOPPED over to the table where piranha lay . it was meant to be a deadlier , more subtle variation to her flame chompers - it would still stick into their victim , injecting a powerful poison , depending on the type that is equipped . she would probably make variations to the variations - that could add up a little SPICE to the whole thing .

— ❝ don’t ya worry . you’ll be just a distraction - i’ll do all the dirty job . see - people ‘round here know quite a bit ‘bout my looks and stuff . i gotta admit i KINDA brought it upon myself by making those posters scattered all over the place . i mean , it’s not like i REGRET it or anything , really - it does make it kinda … intense . but maaan , when you’re out of money and gotta BORROW something , they all get super paranoic and stuff whenever they even see a HINT of blue . you should see the LOOK on their faces . HAH ! ❞ —

     she began packing the tools , blueprints and the unfinished project as she spoke , putting them gently inside what appeared to be an old vintage canvas with a bunch of pins and stitches on it . it was useful to carry around . as she finished up , she moved the table towards one of the walls and covered with some rags that laid around on the floor .

— ❝ i know a guy - he has some quality stuff that he’s been tryina sell for like SO FUCKING MUCH down in some nasty shop . you know if he’d been a cool dude to me i might have actually done somethin’ for him in return but he just KICKED me out the other day . he has some experimental poison that i’ve been DYING to try on , so - we’re gonna steal it . i just need ya to disctract him while i sneak from the back , get the stuff , then hop back out . easy peasy . ❞ —

     the girl finally stood straight now in front of the other and put her hands on her hips as she gave out a sigh . there was a small , almost innocent smile on her face as she faced the other now . she raised an eyebrow and spoke . — ❝ so , you’re in or nah ? ❞ —

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Besties.

Quinn wanted to scoff. A slight tick in her expression must have shown how she felt about that on some level even with all of the sarcasm drizzled over the words, but soon she was trailing golden eyes down the length of a tattooed arm to the hand that was being offered. Oil stains and her own suspicions aside, the ranger-knight ended up taking that hand in a very firm grip and enduring a seal of agreement between them, even if she didn’t fully know what she was agreeing to yet. It seemed proper in Quinn’s mind to do too and even that simple gesture between them was enough for an honor bound Demacian to feel a bit better.

She watched Jinx in silent contemplation and listened carefully to the walking enigma she’d just agreed to work with. She never would have imagined that those posters were put up by the very person they were calling on justice for and by then she wasn’t even sure how to feel about Jinx in any capacity apart from acknowledging the presence of danger. There was even a peculiar charm that Quinn found in the other woman beyond everything else that was repelling. Despite all the blue she could see too, she still felt like she was staring at a human red flag.

“That does make it difficult to just go off and... borrow things,” she stated rather blandly once Jinx was finished packing supplies and shifting things around. Quinn openly stared at the other for a moment as they stood in front of each other before the ranger choose to wander her way to a section of the room where she could get a bit of a peek outside past what she could only assume was a boarded window or hole of sorts. It looked like a perfect time for them to slip out of that place.

“A distraction can be done. In and out with your experiment poison.” Simple. Easy. Maybe Quinn wouldn’t need to have her face printed over a wanted poster either if they could both work well together and then she could get on with what else she needed to do before finally leaving. Quinn was tired of the compact population and noise. She also had a character to remember to play. She was a smuggler and didn’t have time to stand around being morally conflicted.

“Sounds like one of the easiest jobs I’ve had in a while, so you can count me in.” Quinn leaned away from the gap that she’d been peeking through and made her way back towards the entrance that had led to her discovery of the discreet little hide out. She was already antsy to move. “I thought you would’ve sent me on some absurd chase but this can definitely be done. Do you expect it to be done today? It’s probably a good time to move.”

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