This time around, Jayce never quite stabilized Hextech
Other rp blog as @abysmal-viktor
the blorbos meet
What happened to Jayce?
On the day of the break-in at his loft, an explosion elicited one casualty. His fate was far worse--both from his illicit experimentation of the Hextech crystals and the murder of a minor...and he was banished to Stillwater.
Now he sits in his cell, stripped of his titles, in the lowest depth's of the prison. In isolation. He navigates his way through hostile inmates and abusive enforcers, developing a thick skin against anyone who crosses his path.
Although...every now and then, he wonders. If he had been able to receive support to stabilize the stone, and if the girl from Zaun had never perished. What could have been?
Rules are simple
1. Ask me anything (OC, rp, hcs, etc)
2. NSFW asks are welcome BUT
It doesn’t mean I tolerate harassment
3. Age appropriate questions only
Tags
All asks - #stillwater asks
#headcanons
Bout the Mun
Mun is 32 (an old coot) and it's important to reiterate there WILL be some nsfw content. As it is impossible to tell, honor system is those do not interact or send asks that are inappropriate for their age.
Still learning as I go - terminology and etiquette or other rp related knowledge is still a little new to me. Please feel free to reach out if there’s something I can correct or clarify!
My other blorbos
My mainfic is Arcane’s most esteemed rare-pair (I’m totally not biased) Scar and Steb 🦇🐠 I obviously have to plug it in here. Ongoing longfic.
Themes of war, politics, morality, character studies, exploration of differing points of view (aka respecting the characters, their dimensions, and the stories they tell), obviously lurve and some smut. This fic is ALL up in Firelight business.
Incident Report
Inmate #: 516
Incident: Assault on another prisoner
Location: Dining Hall
Jayce stands in line at the prison’s canteen, waiting for the lunch monitor to serve him the schlop of the day. He walks off with his tray, but it drops from his hands when he’s slammed against a nearby wall. A towering inmate, bald with tattoos and a jaw hinged with metal, stares daggers down at him.
"You need to get your head on straight, boy. Your little deeds in here are starting to affect my gang’s rep; starting to make the rest of us look bad."
Jayce only looks up at him with a hitched brow. A curl forms at the corner of his lips.
"Careful, Gustove. If you keep pushing me against walls, I’ll start thinking you might actually have a thing for me."
The inmate grows hot in shock, then snarls, raising his fist above his head. Before he can strike a blow on Jayce, the inmate is hit with an uppercut to the chin. He crashes to the floor with a thud, his metal jaw broken yet again. Jayce stretches his wrist with a satisfied smile, but soon is struck in the back of the head with a baton, himself. Before he knows it, two strong hands lift him and drag him down the hall.
"Again, Talis?"
The enforcer spits, before throwing him back in his cell, not bothering to check the wound on his head.
"Privileges revoked for a week. Enjoy crackers and water in your cold, dark cell for the next 7 days."
