#tybresa

[bonusdragons]

June 28, 2018:

Emerald Secondary, Nocturne, Stained.

Sylanna of Tybresa’s Clan Wyrmheart!

[stalwartsteward]

A little gyrocopter buzzes into the library, over and between the shelves and stacks of books until it reached the woman entrenched within. Below the little machine was a small screen a little bigger than a watch face. On that screen was a familiar pale face framed by blue braids. When it to the woman working in the library, she smiled, her voice coming through the speaker on the machine, "Hey, Boss, check out what I made."

Normally, Tybresa did a good job at blocking out whatever background noise happened to hum throughout the silence of the Grand Library, but ... this particular buzzing was so obnoxious and foreign, she restlessly scouted her surroundings in an attempt to scope out the source. Blue eyes narrowed in puzzlement as she caught the mechanical device, blades cutting through the air in a display of staggering physics, aerodynamics and possible hextech ... and knew enough to stay her hand, if only for the sake of learning more. She knew Jinx had a habit of tinkering with such devices ... and while she did her best to be encouraging about it, personally she disliked all things related to mechanics ... though it was due to her lack of knowledge on the subject, rather than something more credible.

Puzzled and perplexed, the woman glanced back at the watch-screen which framed the girl’s face ... before she raised her hand to poke at it. “... You are not actually in there, right? This is not some sort of ... prison, or?” She inquired, grabbing the poor gyrocopter by its frames (a little bit roughly, too), before checking its back to confirm that Jinx was not trapped inside it.

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✂ // I'm readeh

The wall to the library blasted in, sending debris and paper all along the halls of books. Chomper gleefully giggled as she scampered in, followed by a more cautious PowPow. Fishbones trailed behind, hand firmly on the Gem of Souls and a strange piece of metal attached to it. There was a snap and a scream as Chomper was incinerated, “What are you doing here, and what are you?”

As the smell of burnt flesh filled the air, PowPow laughed, “What, ya can’t tell? We’re Jinx!”

Lightning arced through the air into the Fragment’s chest. She fell, smile still in place, “Enough lies, you’re made by the same people, but-” Her breath caught as Fishbones held up the Gem, a Rune glowed on the metal, sending bursts of pain through the woman by way of the Eiwahz.

Fishbones tutted quietly, “Now now, ‘Boss’ no need to get all testy on us. We’re not here for much. We just need a little bit of info. And we need Stalwart. I’ve got a job for him.” She chuckled as Tybresa tried to speak, “Don’t try too hard, Boss. I already got a hold of your book of Runes. And I’ve got yours on lockdown for now. You won’t be making much of a fuss for a while.” She walked over to the Bastion’s leader, “Now, it’s time to do a little something that I’ve wanted to do for so long now...” She pulled a blade from her coat. It was the broken sword of Rai, “You failed, Boss. Everything you ever set out to do has been a waste. I’ve killed your friends, stolen your work, and crushed your dreams. You can’t even keep your promise to a little girl. A promise you made to avenge her if she were killed by her demons. What a miserable waste of space you’ve been. But look on the bright side, I’ll be able to put the souls of the people you’ve collected here to good use when I take over the world. It’ll be your main contribution to Runeterra as a whole.” She put the blade to the Tybresa’s throat, “Now, before I drain your rune and your life, I’d like to do some... symbolism. Just so I get the satisfaction of a job well done. You understand.”

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A Place To Call Her Own

(Closed starter for @stalwartsteward. Set during the time skip on the Bastion story arch.)

Jinx was working diligently in the little corner of the Maker’s workshop that he had let her use. They had grown a very tight bond in the time that she had been at the Bastion, and that had proven to be very beneficial to her mental state. At times she would just lie in her little corner and chatter at the man, sometimes picking up and affectionately cuddling a minion now and then. She had grown used to her new friend’s mannerisms, and could carry on seemingly one sided conversations with him as he proceeded to not say a word.

Still, she longed for her own room. A private sanctum where she could be free to fight her demons without unnerving anyone else. She had inevitably lost her last one once the repairs had reached that far. They hadn’t touched the inside, since it was already mostly repaired, save the hole in the floor. Even still, since the door had been unblocked, she had received quite a few unwanted intruders. Some well meaning and wishing to check on someone that the Boss had taken a liking to, and some understandably suspicious and trying to ensure that they weren’t going to be suddenly blown sky high. She had come back several times to find that her things had been moved while she was away, and once even caught an intruder reading over her notes. However, when she found one or two things missing from her precious collection, she knew she had to find somewhere safer to put her things.

And so, as it was, she was working on a change to a lock in a dungeon cell she herself had once occupied. It was going to be perfect, she was sure of it. She hadn’t told the Maker yet, and was only comfortable working on it now because he was sound asleep. He wasn’t the problem, though. If he understood why people would be upset about it, she would be surprised. The person she was afraid to tell would be the Boss.

Jinx sloshed a jar of thick black liquid around before turning it back for a swallow. She clucked her tongue a little at the taste and closed her eyes, leaning back in her chair, long since having tuned out the world and everything in it, “We have to tell the Boss eventually...”

Or, you know, we could not. Just let things be.

“Because that’d be stealing. We can’t do that. Not from her.”

Oh, sure, stealing. How could I be so dense. That’s a thing we never do.

Jinx frowned and sighed, “I don’t wanna do it anymore, though... Besides, she’d find out eventually, anyway...” She groaned and put her head in her hands, “Why is being good so hard?!”

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"Are you -certain- that little ... contraption of yours is right about the Nexus Crystal being in the marshes?"

Jinx stared hard at the screen that was displaying several magical wavelengths in various spots on blue and pink grid, “Ninety six percent sure, Boss. I wasn’t positive before, since the long range magic scanner only sees what wavelengths are where, and the Nexi aren’t really easy to trace like that because of their weird frequency. But I sent a mobile pinger to check. It’s basically a little whirlybird that’s got a tiny little Nexus shard that I got from the Maker down in his workshop. He even helped me make it by fusing the... nevermind, that’s not important. Anyway, it’s a flying machine that sends short range signals pretending to be a Nexus itself, so it gets a ping back as though it were trying to reconnect to the network. I tested it out on Stalwart, and he seemed to work with it, and I’m getting very similar readings from this area.

“On the four percent that it’s not a Nexus, then it’s someone else looking for them, and that would be almost as useful, in terms of information. They would probably know something about who actually does have one, and they might even have one hidden away. No matter what, that-” She accented the word by putting her finger down on the map she had copied. She was fingering a pink circle she had drawn on it, “Is the area we’ve gotta search. I can’t get any more precise than that without the close range scanner. And that’s not something I can send out on a whirlybird. It gets too much data for me to transmit it wirelessly. It has to be collected in person.” She looked up again, eyes serious, “Basically, what I’m sayin, is that somebody’s gotta go check it out. It’s vital for one of three reasons, depending on what happens. We get a Nexus, we get people that are lookin for Nexi and their tech for looking so I can maybe improve my methods, or we find out that my methods are faulty and I start from square one.”

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The Girl Named Curse

Jinx diligently toiled away in her little room at the table she had built for herself, doing everything in her power to make the radar to find the Nexi. It wasn’t easy, considering she still didn’t quite understand the way the Nexus worked, but the fact that the energy was so unique made it easier to at least pick out. It was like trying to find a car in Demacia. You didn’t have to know how cars worked to hear the thing rumbling along. And that was just what she was doing, she was making an electronic ear that could listen to the magical signatures around the area and gave their wavelength. It wasn’t easy, since it was really far from what the design she was basing it off was supposed to do, but she was sure she could do it. She had to. The Boss believed in her, and she wasn’t gonna let the Boss down.

As she screwed and welded and wired, she did her best to ignore the voices in her head. The ones that told her that this place was boring. That it used to be home to more fighting and strife than anywhere else on the planet. That it could be again. And that the people in it now were just holding it back. The told her that the Boss was a bad idea. That she should blow the boss to smithereens. It’d be fun. It’d be hilarious! It’d be-!

The girl stabbed the screwdriver she was working with through her arm and into the table beneath it. She sat there breathing heavily for a while before pulling the tool out and staring at it. That was all she was. It was all she had been for so long. A tool for chaos. A weapon of mass destruction for the people who had done this to her. No more. The boss had taken this tool and given it a different use. She had made it a tool for repairing the world. And she was, as always, going to be as good a tool as she could possibly be.

Continued Here, Here, Here, Here, and finished Here

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The Radar

{{This is kind of in the past, but i didn’t actually put this out there before and explain exactly how Jinx has been hunting down these shards of the Nexus crystals.}}

Jinx sat quietly staring down at the crystal on the floor, it was one of the few in tact Nexus crystals remaining, and it had been a source of fascination since Boss Lady had set her to the task of finding the missing ones, both broken and whole. The Maker was still walking around it, though he rarely seemed to acknowledge the maniac in his midst. Jinx was under the impression that he had something wrong with his head. It made her like him a bit more. They were alike, after all.

As she stared deep into the purple crystal, she listened to the voices in her head as they talked about it. She still wasn’t sure what to make of the thing.

Fishbones had been thinking hard, “We should go back to reading, or find some devices to scan it. Just staring won’t actually help. Unless, of course, it actually reacts in some way to some kind of outward stimuli, in which case, we might actually end up making progress by doing something in addition to staring.”

Pow Pow, on the other hand, had not been thinking, “Something like smashing it? I remember back when I was in charge, we would shoot em till they blew up! Why can’t we do that again? That was fun, and it was an outside stimulumacramani.”

“Stimuli, you ignorant buffoon.”

“We use the same brain, how could I be a baboon?”

“We use the same brain in the same way that a snail and a bear may use the same cave. The bear is going to use a considerably bigger part of it.”

Jinx shook her head, “Didn’t Boss Lady say somethin about there bein a network connectin them?”

Fishbones responded first, “She did, but we haven’t been able to find much out about it.”

“So that means they’re all connected, right?”

PowPow gave a mental shrug, “I guess, but didn’t those things get broke?”

Jinx grinned wide as she pulled a few scraps of machine from her spacialy warped pockets, “If there’s somethin I learned from makin portals, it’s that magic bonds can be traced. Even if it’s a thread, I can follow it, with the right device. All it takes is a little creativity.” She tapped her forehead, “And a little help from the stuff programmed into my noggin. The Bad People may have given me some nasty stuff, but some of it can get turned around. Targeting systems, for example.” Jinx gave a slight giggle as she set up a scanner on the surface of the crystal. This would be perfect.

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Stepping Forward

Continuing off this [x]

Jinx listened to Hat Lady's speech. Upon hearing about the reparations, she bit her lip and put one hand on the dorsal fin of her launcher. That was her fault. The bad people did things to make her do it, but she was the one that had done it. It was her fault. Her fault that Piltover couldn't help the Boss. She did it. The maniac pressed on the dorsal fin, shoving her hand down hard, the sharp point piercing the skin, and going straight through the muscle. Blood ran down the steel back of the weapon as the point made its way through to come out the other side of her hand. All her fault. So many problems. All her fault. Hat Lady was unhappy. All her fault. Piltover not as good a place. All her fault. People were suffering. All her fault. Things didn't go to the Boss. All her fault. Things always were all her fault. Bad things, anyway. She was never anything but a bad thing. A bad person.

Jinx stood on shaky legs, self consciously biting her lip. The maniac took a deep breath. She didn't look at Hat Lady or Glove Boy. She didn't want to see their hate. She knew she deserved it, but it still hurt. She looked directly at the Boss, "I'll... I'll help. If I can. I'm... not really known for doing good things, but... I'd like to make up for some of the... But I can't, not really, I can't really make up for anything. But I'd like to do something that's not bad. If I can. I'll help with the things you need tah do. I don't got money, but I can do other stuff. If... If you don't mind letting me." She wasn't used to feeling this. The longer she went without the regular mental conditioning of the gang, the easier it was to feel things other than that need. The need they put there to do things.

summoner-tybresa sheriff-caitlyn explorerezreal freshprinceofzaun {{Tagging people that were involved in that little back and forth... just in case.}}