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CHARACTER NAME

Jinx

CIVILIAN NAME

Powpow McBoom

TEAM

Revelation

HOUSING NUMBER

018

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Text (from @BAD DADDY 😑)(I'm sorry to jinx specifically)

[zauneyete]

I have some things to bring you. Are you busy?

[ tfw her dad is going to make sure she's well equipped to do... Honestly whatever she wants. ]

[powderkegs]

[ she squints at this username because. what. ]

Nope! I'm all free.

1/2

[zauneyete]

[please please please don't say anything ]

Very well. I will be by shortly.

[zauneyete]

[ It's about 30 minutes later, that there's a knocking at her door.

And when she opens the door, there's Silco, with a very big crate of supplies. It's big enough that he probably didn't carry it himself, but whoever he badgered into bringing it over is nowhere to be found. ]

[powderkegs]

Heeee — Woah!

[ jinx glances at the box and back at silco. ]

Did you pack the kitchen sink too?

[zauneyete]

No sink, I'm afraid.

[ Only mock-apologetic. ]

But, almost everything else.

[ Well, almost everything else that he can think of, which... you know. He isn't the inventor here. He's doing his best.

Which means the crate has, essentially, the equivalent of a raided radio shack in it. It's no LILITH tech, but it's a start? ]

@nice toy

[fursuit]

[ tezcatlipoca is having a grand old time laughing at every response of "silco", so. naturally he notices another piece of silco-related information that he hadn't exactly known. he at least knows to take it somewhere private. ]

so you're silco's kid huh

having him as your old man sounds interesting to put it lightly

[powderkegs]

[ huh. ]

Oh. You know.

It's never boring.

[fursuit]

not at all. I've only known him for a year (give or take, concept of time gets weird) and boring's never a word that could apply to the guy. it's why we're friends or something like that

would you let me be a little nosy about him? don't need to answer anything you don't wanna but he's just a closed off stick in the mud kind of guy

[ also he had no idea jinx existed until now, but. he's not going to share that "oversight" by silco, at least... ]

[powderkegs]

[ hmm. should be fine. she's already cleared stuff with silco and she's the one holding the cards. ]

Why not?

Give it your best shot.

[fursuit]

easy one first. what's he like as a parent? strict or permissive, helicoptering or hands off, that kinda deal

I know what he's like in business but as a dad? harder to guess

APPX AROUND MAY 12-14

[zauneyete]

[ Egypt is behind them.

Silco feels it, a slight void in his chest. An ache from the void left by Set. It shouldn't be there, but it still is. He should have been there, to show him the sights, show him the home he was willing to give up his mother for. Show him the home that had birthed him, and his traitorous siblings, and his son that Silco had sworn to protect in the same way he had promised to protect Jinx.

It settles like an ill-fitting weight, being back here. It shouldn't. As much as he complains about being here, it is easier than before. Easier than Zaun, even. He has Jinx, he has... other things. More than he had before, even more than they'd had in Zaun. The fractures, though, they show. He's seen it, he's noticed it. He'd seen the way she'd been revived, felt it, and he felt...

No, it couldn't be guilt. She was alive. The thing that had sent him spiraling into madness in Kenos was gone. Did she understand? How it was everything? Everything to him, that she was alive, and well, and whole. He should be grateful. He is grateful. He should be satisfied with the fact that she's alive. But he sees the way...things are different. Like the shape of who she was didn't fit anymore in what he saw. He dances around it. She dances around it. But... but... it still exists.

The agency, his desk, all of that wasn't harmed by the Imugi, thankfully. He's puffing away at a cigar, looking down at the papers before him, a drink in hand. It's normal. It's routine. It's just like always. Silco hasn't changed -- or maybe he has and he doesn't know it? -- but some things are always the same. ]

I could always give you something to do, if you needed it.

[ He offers. Maybe she's just hanging out, or scribbling on his desk, but there's something reassuring in having Jinx nearby. He works better when she is. ]

sorry for the lateness!

[powderkegs]

[ it feels like a dream. bounding around in her skull. everything is where it should be. the creak of the fan, the slight pungent odor that comes with the business, the shuffle of papers . . . it transports her to a different time. plays with her reality.

maybe all reality is a dream. who is to say what's real anymore? jinx is munching on one of the treats jinwoo got her. ]

Like what? Building stuff?

lmaoooo no worries i have been at con! literally the perfect time!

[zauneyete]

[ It's normal. It's routine. It's just like everything has always been.

Isn't that better than it could be? Isn't it the way things are supposed to be? ]

Perhaps. Or something else. There are plenty of projects to be found. [ Would she build something for him, if he asked? ]

For example, the security for these gangs is fairly tight. I don't quite understand it myself. You could find a way through it, I imagine. Better you than owing someone likely to double-cross us.

[ Us. As if she has a part in this plan. ]

;; <3

[powderkegs]

[ jinx makes a noncommittal sound at the back of her throat. her mind buzzes. something snarls, clawing its way to the top. she shoves it back. same old, same old? but it's too soon to snap, too soon to flounder. she uncoils herself lazily, but the glint in her eyes says otherwise. ]

You wanna play spy games? Feeling paranoid?

slowly...................................adds................ retcons...........

[zauneyete]

[ Isn't he allowed to feel paranoid right now?

There's an unspoken tension here. Something simmering under the surface, the Thing that keeps growing, and growing, and growing. His jaw tightens with all the things he isn't saying. He's trying to not say them. Understands that they cannot be said.

Not if he wants her to drift further away.

Isn't she already doing that? Isn't she already drifting? She hasn't lifted a finger while he starts to line up the criminal element to take out. Wasn't that as much a sign as anything? ]

Something like that.

I've been working on a project. [ His fingers indicate the board. A map of Tokyo, lines that link different buildings, organizations, putting it all together to make one large construct of ideas and pathways. Something grand.

Silco's fingers tap on his chair, nervous energy. ]

They're wasteful. Decadent. They abandon any thought of usefulness for their own greed.

[ Abandon is said too tightly, too controlled. ] I think they should fall like pins on a board.

@nice toy (a day or two after silco disappears)

[fursuit]

yo

want to go blow some shit up

[powderkegs]

Sure. I have your prezzie ready too.

[fursuit]

oh shit for real

well hell yeah even better. I got some tannerite as stress relief for ya so perfect occasion

and just to be clear don't have to talk about shit. just good old-fashioned wanton destruction here

[powderkegs]

Not even a little?

[fursuit]

nope.

you want to talk? I'm all ears. but I'm not pushy with that kind of thing. just feel like it should come up when someone wants it to come up, you know?

besides. I know my fellow outsiders and how they're all goody-goody nerds aka figure someone's already been annoying and nosy at you already

@ soba

[gorb]

( After Silco, before Yuji. )

I know we've only spoken the once, but Silco-san is a friend of mine. I wanted to tell you that if you needed anything then you can come to me. I know that probably won't encourage you, if you're anything like he is you'll be a suspicious bastard too. But the offer is there.

Anything at all.

[powderkegs]

You're fine.

He vetted you.

[gorb]

( 🥰🥰🥰 )

We've spoken about you too. I know how important you are. And if my daughters were here I'd want him to do the same for me. So my door is open, and I'm always at the end of this if you need help.

Either way, we'll get him back. I don't make acquaintances likely. I wouldn't like to start again. Silco-san will be fine.

[powderkegs]

[ ugh. she's going to have words with him when he gets back. for sure. ]

What did you guys do, form a support group for Unstable Dads? You're popping out of the woodwork like daisies.