Katchoo!

[squashingtime]

I am not a gel fridge. Stop trying to put fruits in me.

[switchapow]

I just wanted to see if they'd sink to the bottom!!

[smelltheirfear-deactivated20150]

And I?

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                    A giant hat. Like literally just a giant hat.

[squashingtime]

So I was right about you doing it! There were about fifty of these boxes around it. C’mon little lady, you’re helping me clean up!

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                    "Boooooooo. No fun!"

                    Flicks Skittles at. What happens to it when it sticks to his body?? Let's find out.

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                    Y'knnnooooowww, since I haven't seen much of anyone lately, I think I'm gonna go make dolls of everyone and fight every single one of them! For Fathands, I will be using a trash bag! For Fishface I'll be using tons of sushi rolls duct taped together! And so on!

[squashingtime]

I’m on the hunt for whoever made the net tower break! My suspects are Jinx and Jinx.

[switchapow]

                    I didn't break nuhthin, offisuh. I swear on the last box of skittles I have!

[bilgewatian-blog]

Whether the gambler should be impressed or not, he’ll admit he let out a very entertained smile by this. “Really.” The man breathed out, enjoying her company more than he really should. Perhaps this is because there’s no sign of the Widowmaker or the Outlaw around. But it didn’t stop him from staring.

Rolling his eyes at the little story, he clapped. “That’s unfortunate. Having pets often does this to you. I prefer to be alone an’ work alone. Maybe you’ll find it. Should you ever find it.” There was an animal like that running around the day before or two. The gypsy remembers watching it run along but had no idea it was the woman’s doing. The littlest things from her still surprise the older man. This shouldn’t be as funny as it is.

"I did remember killing such a creature last night for having it to nearly urinate on my boots. It should of seen it coming, so I have no worries." A smile appeared on his lips, and Fate turned his head, showing off that smile. "You should either."

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          "Wha -- !" at the news, the lithe woman immediately pouts! that was her dear friend and confidant (just look at that happy wagging of tail whenever it sees people! the happiest dog, i was. RIP skullcrusher.) "You owe me a new dog and I'll follow you everywhere until you get me one!" 

          she looks oddly determined in her newfound promise (hobby). jinx could be rather persistent if she wanted to be (or if she doesn't get bored, rather) and she will most likely annoy the older man until he gives in to her request, or turn aggressive! either is fine with her.

[suqling]

Cait has second thoughts on the authenticity of Vi’s driving license.

officer!Jinx :U come onnn

[bilgewatian-blog]

An amusing smirk appeared on the gambler’s lips. Such a confused, sad, little woman. She wouldn’t understand his talent. If she did, perhaps she would of been able to understand it more. Instead, it was only him, and the Outlaw who really did. Fate watched the woman make her pointless gestures.

"Guns are for those who are weak, and can’t fight with their arms." Although, he shouldn’t be saying this. It’s plainly obvious he doesn’t use one himself. But, to entertain one’s self, he figured. "A nickname? No. I have one already."

Fate has more than what he’s willing to admit. But his real name will forever be something he’ll take to the grave. And, more importantly, he’s been under his alias for so long that that name has been forgotten. Good riddance. “Do tell me though, ‘Jinx’. I want to hear what you have to say.” That accent slipped through the heaviest towards the end, a sly smirk on Fate’s lips. Ah, these new Champions and their problems. It’s far too exciting to see them soon crumble under the weight of reality.

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          she looks down at her arms after his comment, then back up at him.

          "Well you're not wrong!" she's doing her arm wiggle again. to further emphasize the state of her twiggy arms. there's not much she could do with them but they are enough to lift a rocket launcher and a minigun so that's good enough for her!

          as soon as she thinks her point has been made, she goes on and positions herself with her fists in front of her. "Fisticuffs!"

          "Huh? Hear what I wanna say? Let's see... yesterday I saw this really cute dog that was tied to a fence and it looked really really sad so I cut the leash loose and we had an adventure! I brought it to the beachside with me and also gave it matching bullets and smoke with hair dye and paint and then painted the rest of him bright blue. I don't know where he is now though -- I think he ran off with one of the police dogs. I felt so betrayed.......... but he's in a happier place now!"

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          One day we all need to play a game called how fast can we bust out of Piltover Jail.

[thebloodofnoxus-deactivated2017]

Katarina was obviously a bit…. unsure as to how she should handle the flailing woman before her and yet, she couldn’t help but to humor her further; if a little encouragement here and there gave the felon more incentive to level Piltover, by all means Katarina had no issues providing it.

"That counts plenty," she remarked, scarred brow now twitching as she did her very best to crack a smile that could pass as genuine. "You’ll have to steal some for me next time. Have you ever considered stealing their firearms? I think those weapons of theirs could use a bit of a makeover; nothing a good coat of pink paint couldn’t fix."

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          "No no, arsenal break-ins are Fridays exclusives." and with the way she says it, it almost seems like she knew what she was doing. as though there was some detailed and logical reason as to why she chose that particular day (a weakness in security, a transfer being done, etc) but no. it was just that she likes fridays.

          "I've definitely got a few in my suped up treehouse though! You should looksee but Iiiii dunnoooooo. I don't think you've met the 'Excited by Life!' criteria I have set up. It's a requirement! You HAVE to be enjoying yourself when checkin' out my crib."

[honor-death-and-hangovers-blog]

"Yeah, crazy as hell, just like they said. Didn’t know you were such a little squirt though.” Yasuo nodded with a mild sense of excitement, one hand on his belt. “Listen Janx, you got a way of avoiding law enforcement. That’s a useful skill.” The samurai was quite pleased. Finally he may have found something he was looking for.

He did a quick mental rundown of his dwindling Criteria-for-Drinking-Partner-Checklist, and mentally scribbled out item 7.

1 [x] Not Noxian

2 [x] Not ninja

3 [x] Will not try to   Is not trying to kill me

4 [surely not] Did not kill my elder

5 [ ] Identifiable species

6 [?] Will not cause encounters with law enforcement or bounty hunters

7 [ ] Mentally stable

A good 4 out of 5 wasn’t bad! “I’ll buy you drinks if you let me know your methods! Or… wait, how old are you?” Stupid, Yasuo. Add an age qualification. “I’ll buy you candy or whatever.”

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          "Just like who said? What? Crazy? Awwww c'mon! Is it reaaaaallly that wrong to want to have some fun?"

          she perks up at the mention of not-so-lawful things though. it isn't that she goes out of her way to do everything that's illegal, ever, it's just that most illegal things were fun! and cops don't seem to like it either when you trample all over their territory.

          oopsies!

          she didn't really hear what he had to offer as soon as the mention of candy reached her.

          "Candy??? I'm in!"

[tidalwave-of-hope]

Nami couldn’t keep up with the small girl’s vivacious energy level and quickness to administer action. By the time the young girl had thrown out her lint, the Marai had just begin to respond to her first words, “W-wait, you don’t mean you wanted to try a Marai Sushi, right?!”

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          "Huh? Wasn't that what we were talking about?"

          she looks genuinely confused somehow; as though not really knowing just why that was so wrong. she's still patting her pockets though, just in case that they magically appear?

          " -- Oh! Who am I joking, I don't own one! Guns are sooo much more fun. But I can't make sushi with guns. ... Can I?"

          ....... ................................ she's slooooowly reaching for pow-pow.

[switchapow]

visexual replied to your post:

"Moldy Spaghetti" could be your wrestler name. It fits.

          I will have you know that I've already been disqualified in all the wrestling rings in Piltover, Zaun, some certain parts of Freljord AND Demacia.

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          Oooopsies!! I keep losing my thingie and not being able to update you all in my adventures! Yesterday -- or was it the day before??? -- I wanted to see if I'd be able to convert my widgethingmahoo into an explosive and -- turns out I can! I blew up a trashcan. It was gross. Moldy spaghetti everywhere.

[switchapow]

          Honestly I'm not sure whose curtain it was either.

[squashingtime]

Jinx made me a dress with a shower curtain. I don’t know whose curtain this is. I’m sorry.

[switchapow]

i was trying to find a good alignment for jinx and i came across an unofficial one by d&d's system and. chaotic stupid sounds like a good fit

There is a subtle distinction between Stupid Evil and Chaotic Stupid. Sure, the Chaotic Stupid character is also likely to Kick the Dog. But he's just as likely to Pet the Dog, Shave The Dog, Paint The Dog Purple, or even Ignore The Dog Entirely To Run Off Chasing Butterflies.