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✿ (jinx & singed bc I’ve always been curious of your thoughts!!)
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did singed find it easy to adapt to life in zaun? if he had been given the chance, would he have ever returned to piltover?
The most difficult part of adjusting to Zaun was the Gray.
Corin Reveck did not have the natural resistance to the heavily polluted atmosphere that Zaunites do, so one of the very first things he had to do when he relocated to the City of Iron and Glass was "inoculate" himself. Fortunately, he is incredibly gifted in both chemistry and alchemy, so while it did involve some trial and error, he eventually made himself immune to Zaun's toxic air and breathes it in as easily as Silco is shown to; in fact, in the short story Engineering the Nightmare, Singed mentions "having a stroll and taking in the Gray" to clear his head.
He has no interest in returning to Piltover. Absolutely none. Corin Reveck was never good at "playing the game," even at the peak of his own prestige ( Orianna's mother helped his public image immensely, she was far better suited to "politicking" than he could ever be ). He's always held the Council in contempt and found them all too content to rest on their laurels instead of making true progress.
He considers the "Ethos" counterproductive. Zaun has no such restrictions.
He especially resents his former mentor and sponsor, Heimerdinger, for being a long-lived species with such a short-sighted attitude towards everything. It's because he's a yordle that he can afford to take things so painfully slow — he'll outlive them all.
"Father of Piltover" Singed's nonexistent ass.
And while the chem barons are no better, not really, Singed can at least respect their ambition and hunger for more, Silco's in particular. While he did not share Silco's passion or vision, I imagine Singed saw him as the "best choice" like Sevika did and would have continued to remain in his employ had he not died.
At the end of Arcane, Singed is no longer concerned with Piltover or Zaun, or even the rest of Runeterra; I like to think he created a "terrarium" that resembles the home he and Orianna had in Piltover, which is what we see them in. And if he has his way, he would stay there with her for the rest of his life.
The doctor turns to face his latest visitor, the ridge above his good eye lifting almost imperceptibly when he recognizes her.
"You," he replies in turn; it's not a question, but a tinge of bewilderment can be heard in his otherwise flat delivery if she's paying close enough attention. His gaze drops down to the cause of her stilted movement, and upon seeing the haphazard display of staples and bloodstained pant leg, the doctor closes the folder containing the patient file he'd been perusing prior to her arrival.
"I believe I can, yes."
The doctor sets the paperwork down on a nearby table and makes his way towards the makeshift gurney, dragging a stool behind him. He sets it next to the stretcher, in case she needed the extra leverage to boost herself up onto it due to her injury.
"Sit," he instructs, going to one of the cabinets to retrieve the necessary supplies on a metal tray: pliers, bandages, antiseptic, scissors, numbing gel, sutures...
"How long has it been like this?"
A couple days at most, he suspects; any longer and he would be performing this procedure in his lab while having to listen to Silco lecture Jinx on her recklessness. Perhaps they should both consider themselves fortunate that such is not the case.
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For someone that had been ready to die, she certainly felt very alive. It was just a very strange world that she was met with when she had opened her eyes. Although, the world wasn't exactly the problem but her immediate surroundings. Something so similar yet so different about the room made her do a double take... but it was the other person in said room that made her question her sanity.
"Who the heck are you?" And why did she have her face?
“Alright, we’ve got a few options,” with a ‘oomph,’ Jinx tosses down the heap of colorful mismatched quilts, hollow thud echoed in her hideout’s room metal walls. Gesturing to the thin patchwork, she looks to her small protege with a lopsided grin. “It’s gonna take at least two or three of these. You can pick, doesn’t matter to me.”
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Whatever Jinx had planned on making, Isha was thrilled that she was included in the creation of it. Picking fabric might have been a less interesting part of the process, but she could only hope that she would have more to do as the project continued on.
She was quick to pick through the quilts, digging into the pile to go over each and every one to make sure she looked over everything before deciding. Each chosen one was thrown out of the pile, in Jinx's direction, leaving Isha sitting amongst the pieces that hadn't been selected on the floor.
The pile around her was pushed and pulled to somewhat resemble an organized collection of fabric as she got to her feet, only to turn around and fall back into it with a laugh. Isha then pushed herself up to grab for Jinx's hand, jerking her toward the fabric as well, showing her (again) how to flop back into the patchwork.