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โCANON UPDATE; will we find closure or circle the drain?
WHO: jinx & you
WHERE: dreamshare
WHEN: some nights of week 3 and week 4 where characters are sleeping. each prompt is a different night.
WHAT: i decided to spontaneously canon update jinx to the end of season 2 of arcane.
WARNING: jinx suffers from mental illness. such as the following: schizophrenia, hallucinations, PTSD, separation anxiety, depression & dissociation. these situations may or may not happen in this log. there are other warnings inside cuts and prompts.
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circle the drain โ wage war.
[ you are feeling a pull; the weight is seeping into your bones as your mind falls into its soft and slow sway. you're conscious enough to realize you're beginning to nod off, and maybe this is your cue that you better go hit the hay, or maybe you're one of those stubborn fools who always fight it. either way and eventually, you soon descend backwards into the waiting darkโwhere a dream is reforming around you...... ]
scroll down if you wish to skip the canon update and go straight to pirate adventures. โ
Sailing Into The Light
[ and in this dream (or is it? because it feels a little too real, too vivid for your liking) you continue to fall, except now you see a woman with red hair, bruised and hurt, screaming and stretching out for you. but despite seeing the wail of this woman, you feel... love, contentment, and peace. because while you don't know this woman personally (or maybe you do), you know by doing what you're doing right nowโleaving her behindโit will help her move forward in her life; it'll help her seek the happiness that she so desperately deserves. doing so will put an end to the pain, suffering, and sorrow that has been weighing heavily on so many people's hearts.
there's a fifty/fifty shot you will not make it; if you don't time this right, specifically to the T, you will certainly die. and you find that strange somehow, because you've thought of death a lot and you've sought it. but now that's at your doorstep, you somehow want to live. but is there a life for you outside of this? people say when you're face-to-face with death, your entire life flashes before your eyes, and that exact thing starts to happen for you.
except.
what's strange is that...the life you are witnessing isn't yours. but someone else's, and you're seeing it from the outside looking in. ]
( cw: video contains spoilers of the entire show of arcane, death, violence, rapid colors/flashing lights, sacrificing/faking a death )
( OOC NOTE: not every scene or voiceline is from jinx's pov or being said to jinx. if you have any questions about what is what, feel free to reach out to me. thank you! )
[ and then a shockwave bursts outward behind your back, causing the air to ripple violently and your hair to whip in all directions. everything for you becomes a blur; you see white with a dash of pink and then โโโโโโโโโโโ]
WHERE: dreamshare
WHEN: some nights of week 3 and week 4 where characters are sleeping. each prompt is a different night.
WHAT: i decided to spontaneously canon update jinx to the end of season 2 of arcane.
WARNING: jinx suffers from mental illness. such as the following: schizophrenia, hallucinations, PTSD, separation anxiety, depression & dissociation. these situations may or may not happen in this log. there are other warnings inside cuts and prompts.
| โ | I had a DREAM where we were side by side. Would you believe in a world where we weren't BLIND ? I saw us free from pain & hate inside, but I woke to see it was all just in my mind. I finally looked inside MYSELF & found my debt to pay. & if you took the CHANCE, I think you'd probably feel the same. | โ |
[ you are feeling a pull; the weight is seeping into your bones as your mind falls into its soft and slow sway. you're conscious enough to realize you're beginning to nod off, and maybe this is your cue that you better go hit the hay, or maybe you're one of those stubborn fools who always fight it. either way and eventually, you soon descend backwards into the waiting darkโwhere a dream is reforming around you...... ]
scroll down if you wish to skip the canon update and go straight to pirate adventures. โ
click here if you want canon update goodness.
โท PROLOGUE | Canon Update;
[ and in this dream (or is it? because it feels a little too real, too vivid for your liking) you continue to fall, except now you see a woman with red hair, bruised and hurt, screaming and stretching out for you. but despite seeing the wail of this woman, you feel... love, contentment, and peace. because while you don't know this woman personally (or maybe you do), you know by doing what you're doing right nowโleaving her behindโit will help her move forward in her life; it'll help her seek the happiness that she so desperately deserves. doing so will put an end to the pain, suffering, and sorrow that has been weighing heavily on so many people's hearts.
there's a fifty/fifty shot you will not make it; if you don't time this right, specifically to the T, you will certainly die. and you find that strange somehow, because you've thought of death a lot and you've sought it. but now that's at your doorstep, you somehow want to live. but is there a life for you outside of this? people say when you're face-to-face with death, your entire life flashes before your eyes, and that exact thing starts to happen for you.
except.
what's strange is that...the life you are witnessing isn't yours. but someone else's, and you're seeing it from the outside looking in. ]
[ and then a shockwave bursts outward behind your back, causing the air to ripple violently and your hair to whip in all directions. everything for you becomes a blur; you see white with a dash of pink and then โโโโโโโโโโโ]
โ MURMUR & TETHER.
(frozen comment) โ JINX'S NEW LOOK IN THE PIRATE DREAMS
โ๐ฅDo you have what it takes to become a sky pirate? ๐ฅ
cw: death threats & murder
The Buried Treasure On Cray Island
It's close to becoming a mantra, useless in its clarity, but repeating in Gorgug's being. Oh no. Trouble, trouble, trouble--there's something familiar to this in the edges of what he's witnessing, but a blade to his throat (throat, of course he has a throat) is nothing he wants to be involved with intimately in any manner. He is a captive, being asked about treasures, when all he has to offer are lamentations of, I'm just a guy, I'm just a normal guy!
How normal this guy is, to Jinx, is up to her own interrogation now. Gorgug doesn't recognise her; there's not a lot he is making connections about. Dreams and reality are of the same coin, and this beach, this situation--all Gorgug knows is that he doesn't want to be here, he doesn't know anything, and Jinx should be some kind of saviour from a knife to his skin, but he doesn't taste freedom yet.
It's hard to, with bodies limp on the surrounding ground. ]
I haven't been important in my life.
[ But maybe his plea can cook it up for him, show just how useless he is, though he's also second-guessing this angle and how safe it is for his future status of staying alive. He isn't even important now, in this dream, this place: he's a distorted image, a shape of a person filtered by a Gaussian blur, the finer details of him unrecognisable. Green skin, black hair with white somewhere in there, the faint white present where his eyes are, nothing but dots. Dressed in something like a white hoodie, purple jeans, a gangly figure.
A person, who can't quite remember themselves, whose voice sounds farther away than where it's coming from.
What can a guy like this offer--right? ]
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It's a lot, and when Silco wakes, he has to force himself to calm down. To keep from reaching out immediately, jealous and - frankly - afraid.
Because he saw it all there, didn't he? Jinx, reunited with her real family. Himself, just a memory, and not a particularly good one.
It didn't last. And if he were a better person, he wouldn't be relieved by that, but Silco's never been a good person. He's been a terrible one for a long time, a lonely one for just as long. For so many years, Jinx was all he had, and he was terrified of losing her. He still is.
But he has no place in that family. He never will.
The end if it all should be a comfort to him, Jinx leaving, but how could it be? His daughter gambling her life like that, and for Vi - someone Silco would kill a thousand times, if it would keep Jinx safe. But she would have hated him for that, he knows, just as she has reason to hate him for a hundred other things. And it doesn't matter anyway, because Vander is here now, and Vi might appear any day, and why would Jinx ever stay with him then?
He waits until he's calmer, at least. Knowing how easily his emotions fray when he's upset, how quickly he turns to manipulation. There's no need to add another reason to hate him on the pile she already has. Finally, Silco reaches out through their tether.]
You deserved better than all of that.
The Curse Of The Black Spot
Tell me you know what the hell is going on. [ She keeps her voice low, but it trembles all the same. Her blue eyes are wide, openly betraying the mix of confusion and concern that sits plainly on her face. She knows they're moving forward, that Jinx is leading them somewhere, but nothing about it settles into anything resembling sense.
She remembers seeing bits & pieces of Jinx's life, and now this? As if she's been brought right into a memory of some sort. A follow-up on the life Jinx lived back home—or could live. Are they dreaming? Or is this real? ]
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Playing dumb? Good. keep it up. [ still not giving sharon an explanation, jinx pivots in her heel to seize everyone into a halt, and to address everyone who's been trailing behind them. and when she speaks, her voice comes loud and sharp like a cracked whip. ]
Bring the wheel barrow over and pick out your tents, we're camping here tonight.
[ the men continue with their swarm expressions of uncertainty, fear, and exasperation as they peer at her and then at each other. some seem like they want to object, but one haunting leer from jinx instantly had them shrinking and thinning their lips. ]
Lane will serve our grub as always, but no second helpings. We've gotta preserve.
[ again, more disappointed faces, but she carries on: ]
And the black spot โ [ she yanks the rope, indicating that she is referring to sharon. ] is staying in my tent. So that way no one here will get any funny ideas like beheading her. Now do I make myself clear?
[ a soft unison of "aye aye" sings in their air, and a well-dressed lanky man steps out of the cluster as he adjusted his glasses. he also then addresses the crew. ]
"Alright, you've heard our Captain. Let's settle."
[ and as the men scramble to get to work, the teen flings a sharp glare to her companion and gives the rope another tug (harder this time) to grab her attention. ]
Go, move it. I need to take a leak.
[ crude? yes, but jinx rises her eyebrows as a silent signal in hope that she'll notice. that treating her this way is only for show in front of her men, it's a role she has to play until they go somewhere more exclusive. ]
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[He told her she could tell him her story, when and if she was ever ready. Now, it seems, this place has done it for her. And ah, he knows, now. Knows exactly when things had gotten so, so complicated.]
[He doesn't say anything; Manhattan's shift in temperature has made his fever that much more obvious that he doesn't think he has to. It's already in the tether. A fury, not so much raging, as it is clamped shut. Like the last lit candle, burning on the other side of the glass, and he's too selfish to give her the axe to break it in case of the emergency.]
[His heel finds the edge of the roof's uneven lip, and the former homunculus watches the skyline. For the fires and their smoke. For the breeze, bringing along its embers. And for a ship, taking the sky and leaving the shit of it all behind.]
[Birds fly. That's just what they do. They weren't meant for cages and bars, and clipping their wings was and is a cruelty. It's something he'd made clear from the start. That, no matter his claims, his wants, his needs, his nature, she'd never see it. Not from him, not from anyone else, and not from Sleep, if he had anything to say about it.]
[It's why he kept her out of it. Out of the loop that chased its own tail, and got burned for its efforts. Not that it matters, now. What's done is done, and her memories couldn't be clearer.]
[The cycle ends one way or another, and her choices are hers and hers alone.]
[Greed pivots, finding the edge of the 'Nest with his boots as he has a dozen times before. Even this far south, he can still smell the burn. The reek of buildings, set ablaze. The pungent smell of gas and oil, catching with a simmer that stretches like a haze. He wraps his claws around his mask, tight and biting, as he pushes it hard into his face. It won't keep the fumes from coming, but it's as good a thing as any. Something to keep the taste of it out of their tether.]
[He spreads his wings and legs at the same time, dragging a handful of dust out of the building's concrete.] Someone told me once. A little pissant, same as you. [He starts, feeling the words fall off his tongue like lead.] That no matter who or what tries, you can't forget about them, not really. That kid, Vi - [The bits are coming together, the picture is forming, and he's finally starting to understand the full of it.]
[Greed lets his head fall back, slowly, haggardly, and he breathes in a world of smoke.] - Vander and Silco. It doesn't matter, in the end. Suppose you could call them the parts of you that you chose, simple as that. [And the parts he should have stayed away from, if he were any smarter. But that's the thing about sin: it doesn't get the option where it latches, and where it doesn't.]
[When he exhales, only steam remains. A sliver of it, passing through the slats of his mask like a ghost.]
Not my place, really. Wouldn't know much about it. [A smile (trying, sharp) glints along their connection. A challenge, not to her, but to the whole, rotten deal.] But in case you haven't heard it before, not everyone thinks a jinx is such a bad thing.
[With that, he pockets one of his hands, testing the weight of his coin. A jinx is the same as greed, far as he's concerned. Two things, defined by those who knew little to nothing about them. They weren't bad, weren't good. They just were. An existence that had no hierarchy, despite how hard people tried to give them one.]
[Greed tilts, feeling the pull of gravity, and a huff leaves his nose.] Besides, would rather be jinxed than ruled, anyway. Sounds like a better option to me.
[And with that, he falls. Off the building and backwards, his wings stretched wide, and a fuel caught between them that promised to burn, burn, burn.]
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When the older girl gives the rope a sharp yank, Sharon stumbles forward and shoots her a dark, glowering look, leaning easily into the irritation and confusion already churning inside her. Playing a part comes naturally enough. She's had plenty of practice. The second tug pulls a sharp huff from her, and her lips curl back just enough to flash her teeth in open annoyance before she begrudgingly stumbles after Jinx.
The second they're out of earshot of the crew, she leans in and hisses under her breath: ] Spill the beans, Bluebell. Black spot?
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the hissing of her words only causes jinx to snort, appearing to be unconcerned if her companion is attempting to sound lethal. in fact, when she turns toward herโfinally locking eyesโan obnoxious smirk emerges on her cheeks, which, surely by now, sharon is probably all too familiar with. unfortuntely so in this case. ]
Wow. You stay on land for, what, a few months, and suddenly you don't remember our lovely pirate customs? [ a small pause, musing. ] โ Haven't heard "Bluebell" in a long time, though. Guess we're feeling sentimental.
[ all the while, she begins to untie her and then taking one of her wrists to inspect the printed burn. ]
I've got something to take care of that. But I'm gonna have to rope you up again once we're finished. [ the smile still lingers as she quirks a playful brow her way. ] โ Can't have the men freak about a curse on the loose.
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except, the girl comes up empty-handedโnothing about him resembles a friend nor an acquaintance. so what of his claim then? could it be true he knows nothing, or is he full of it? still debating what to do with him, she whips around the tree grogug is tied to, untying to set him free. ]
So you're telling me that Edgar got it wrong? Yeah, he's not the smartest buccaneer around, but somebody had to point you to this.
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The whole situation has her completely thrown. In some deep, uneasy way, she feels half out of her mind. Jinx talks like so much time has passed (she hasn't heard Bluebell in a long time?), like there's some obvious context Sharon is supposed to have, but nothing in her head fits together. None of it makes sense. At this point, unless her memory decides to magically return and sort this mess out for her, she's going to have to trust Jinx to make sense of it. It's a damn good thing she'd trust her with her life. ] Guess my head's been in Manhattan.
[ She rubs her thumb absently over the irritated skin once the rope comes free, wincing faintly at the rawness there. ] So, why am I cursed? [ Her voice stays low, even now, well out of earshot of Jinx's crew, closing more of the space between them. ] I need you to pretend that I have no idea what's going on and fill me in.
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[ with that, she steps up to the younger girl and shoves her hand into one of sharon's pockets without asking permission. when she does this, she reveals a piece of paper with a large ink-painted circle colored in. ]
This is the Black Spot. It's a pirate superstition. Whoever carries this on them is cursed and bound to its symptoms. I can't remember its initial origin; the story's been altered so much over the years, ya know? But they say once you get it, you start changing. You grow a fever and grow bumps all over your body. You start snapping at everyone around you until your mind starts to go. You become violent, and then finally? You start killing.
[ she folds the sheet in fours before stuffing it back in her companion's pocket, then rolls her head from one side to the next to ease a cramp. ]
It's all bullshit, if ya ask me. Sure, there was this outbreak with fevers and bumps years ago, but that was during the mosquito season. Before all the elixirs came in, so, duh! Of course, people got sick.
[ there is a distant shout from where they are standing, and jinx takes a moment to listen inโto make sure everything is fine back at camp. and given that there were no other screams after that one, she'll assume everything is fine and continues with her explanation.]
And as for the other crap? [ with this, the bluenette dismisses it all with a wave of a hand. ] โYeah, it happened, but not because of some silly dark magic. It's because people get so scared that they treat whoever is "infected" like dogs.
Lock 'em up in basements, chain them up, or beat them into a pulp. Anyone would turn on their friends or family if they suddenly flipped the script.
[ there's a small beat, giving sharon a moment to process the story and the situation, which is rather silly in her perspective. she should know all of this. ]
They say it's contagious; that's why my crew's acting a little dicey. But don't sweat bullets about it. All we gotta do is fake a cure for you, and everything will be back to normal! Easy peasy.
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Well, uh... [ There was something though, wasn't there? Something about the sea, about unsavoury types; an event deep inside his memory, that, now that this person mentions it.. ]
I was supposed to get a treasure, but then, I was out on sea, and I guess those guys grabbed me and tied me up? But I was supposed to-- we were looking for something. There was meant to be a clue...
[ Gorgug examines their surroundings, and it's everything that his mind would imagine a tropical island to be: sandy, with palm trees, and a very expansive ocean over there.
And he realises suddenly: ] This island... I think this island is the clue.
[ He must have hit his head when those guys grabbed him and tied him up! ]
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the fact that the hair was not butchered almost convinced her that what she had experienced was a dream. but everything else, the smeared greens, pinks, yellows, and blues all over her skin and clothing, revealed that somehow she went back to runeterra. her soul felt... older in some way too, and that's odd in itself because it should match her appearance, right? hearing silco's voice swimming in her thoughts after a while didn't startle her like it should; actually, she kind of expected him to say something after she followed his guidance. what puzzled her was that when she peered over her shoulder, there was no man silhouetted as he had been outside her cell, and this only made her snort. ]
Pft. Don't tell me you're shy now. And I don't know why you're sounding so down in the dumps. I broke the seal, so everything's good.
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Mob mentality. Ritualized paranoia. Blind faith in symbols and curses. It's all a little too familiar for comfort. Even if it isn't real, if they believe it is, then that's enough. In their eyes, it becomes truth. That makes her the enemy all over again. Another sacrifice offered up for the greater good. ]
Fake a cure. Right. We can do that. Easy. [ The uncertainty in her voice makes it painfully obvious she doesn't entirely believe that, but if Jinx thinks they can pull it off, Sharon will follow her lead and try. She slips her hand into Jinx's without really thinking about it, grounding herself in the contact. ] You got any ideas how we're supposed to pull that off? Maybe some kind of fake cleansing ritual or something. Something dramatic and purifying—just no fire.
[ That is her one hard line here. ]
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Yeah... yeah, no. No fire, I remember. [ throughout her time in the sky and sea, she had not forgotten what she had learned about sharon, her likes, dislikes, and loves.]
But! That's why we're here.
[ she says, forcing herself to tear her gaze away from their hands and to her companion's face. ] โ Honey fruit grows here and only here. They look similar to grapes, and they restore your health and strengthen your abilities. I think they'll be perfect for this. But the catch is finding those suckers, and it's highly guarded by those water rats.
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Shy? I can come over if you like. I thought you might want space.
[But he'll be there in a second if she wants him.
The rest, though, that makes him frown. Takes him a moment, too - there was so much there, that he'd almost missed that moment, those words.]
Jinx, I didn't say those things. That was -
[ - all in your head. But if it was, does that mean it was something she needed to hear? And in his voice?]
It wasn't me. I was long dead by then.
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You sound like my old man. ... You're Greed, right? [ a beat. ] Sorry, I. Uh. I feel like I've been gone for a long time.
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You're still long dead. But I'm not gonna tell you to beat it. Hang around as much as you want; the more the merrier. Just don't give my kid the silent treatment while you're in there. She'll bite your ankles if you do.
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And better still, Jinx has a plan. It doesn't banish the fear entirely, but it smooths enough of the edge off that Sharon seems to breathe a little easier, her shoulders loosening as she nods. ]
All right. Okay, yeah. [ She gives the girl's hand a brief, pulsing squeeze. ] If these water rats are guarding it, then all we have to do is find the rats, and they should lead us straight to the fruit. [ Or at least close enough to matter. Her brow furrows as her thoughts race ahead. ] We could make up some kind of spell with the fruit. I've seen enough witchy movies to fake our way through something, but are there any curse cures pirates already use here that we could steal? [ Her mouth tilts thoughtfully. ] I know sailors back home used to get tattoos for good luck, or carry certain things with them.
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So that has him out the door immediately. Across the hall to her door, where he goes to simply open it, then hesitates. Knocks instead, and calls through it.]
Jinx. I'm not in your head. I'm right here.
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[Point's moot, far as he's concerned.]
[Greed lands, his feet curling around what had once been a billboard, and he wraps his hand around the edge.] Careful there, bluebird. Depending on which one you're talking about, you might just offend me yet. [She won't. That much is obvious. Especially when he forces out a smile, not so much sharp, as it is warm. For a thing like him, at least.]
Yeah, it's just Greed. [He turns, watching the horizon in the cracked glass of his shades.] Glad to hear you remembered. Would have been a shame if you went and forgot about me already.
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Yeah... [ she says, her canine tooth pinching down at her lower lip as to refrain from doing what she's been dreaming about for so long. now is not definitely the time; her quartermaster could be searching for them as they speak. ] โ Amulets. My crew... some of them believe in wearing amulets.
[ her gaze crawls over every inch of her companion, drinking in her features almost longingly in case they decide to vanish into thin air. jinx returns the hand squeeze but then lifts their joined hold near her own lips, feeling bold by planting a small and gentle kiss to the back of sharon's palm. ]
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Then I guess we need to find an amulet, or make one. Maybe once we've got the fruit, we can make... [ Her words falter when Jinx lifts their joined hands and presses a kiss to the back of hers. The touch sends warmth curling through her, and Sharon bends without thinking to brush her lips against Jinx's forehead before forcing herself to continue. ] We could make a salve or something, coat the amulet with it. Maybe mix in some of my hair, rat's blood... maybe even a little of my own.
[ It's damn near impossible to think straight when Jinx is this close, and fuck, she loves it more than she knows what to do with. They feel like two magnets snapping together at last, pulled by something older and stronger than choice. Like this is what they were always meant to do—find each other, fit together, and stay. ]
cw: child death, suicide
His first death, the one he knew about and recognized was as bad as he imagined He did not regret administering the Shimmer to himself as a last stand effort to save his daughter - he wished he knew that Powder was there too - but the fall and the results of his demise were far reaching even as he faded to obscurity.
Sharon had mistakenly showed him the beast weeks before, but the reality of what he would become was just as jarring. Hulking, ferocious, overwhelming, terrifying and unrelenting when in a blood rage. That Jinx fought that beast and survived was a testament of her tenacity.
He was once a man. Well respected at that.
Victim of great tragedy.
Within him, the beast stirred as the shock of his second end was witnessed. A little girl sacrificed to stop him. Jinx's little girl. Isha. Her daughter. He had never met her, not as he was, and yet he felt a deep sorrow at her sacrifice when she clearly had so much more life to live had circumstances been different. All he could think as Jinx's world fell apart with the loss her daughter and friend was that they should have simply let the doctor deal with whatever was left of him, run and found somewhere safe in Zaun to hide out awhile. There was nothing left to save on his end.
Isha died because of him.
Victim of great tragedy.
Vander watched the rest of her dream with a distance of a mind struggling to comprehend the absurdities and factual references of the life in front of him. The more he parsed through the chips falling that was the war, that was Vi trying to save Jinx, that was Ekko seeking to save her, and in the end, whatever was left arrived again to tear them apart. The Beast rose higher and higher, crept closer and closer like a dark shadow of his own mind to close in with low snarling.
Jinx sacrificed herself for Vi, the last of the family shattered.
Victim of great tragedy.
By that point, the Beast struck, tearing into a shattering psyche and overwhelming him as he issued a grief-struck howl at the same time the Beast snapped down on his dream. He was shut off from it, stuffing him down, down, down into the red molten abyss that was the Beast's rune-touched countenance.
The Beast took the final blow of the dream exploding outwards, shaking it off and snarling before withdrawing completely out of it as the line of their duality weakened significantly.
He's not a monster.
He was once a man.
Well respected at that.
...
Victim of great tragedy.]
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I love that twisted little mind of yours. I might have to eat you up in my tent if ya keep talking dirty like that.