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( she won't get a response back. maybe jinx is busy running back to her treehouse to retrieve her gun. or maybe she's already there and is looking for her pistol. but there's one thing for certain though. sometime during her way back to her house, there's a present sitting there on the balcony.

and the mouth of it is chattering steadily until it gradually speeds up; eyes blinking along in rhythm. it's getting pretty close to going off. will her sister be fast enough to get rid of it? )

[it's the trips back and forth to the sleeper farm - she's hit round eight and while the corruption's not as high as it could be, it's been burrowing in, fraying at the edges of any regard for her own safety. and she's tired. her first impulse is to pick it up and hug it. she doesn't give in. what she does do though? she ducks. and lets it blow through every window in her room - lets it rain into the tree - lets it tear through the paper stars on her wall, pieces of shrapnel raining---

---no. not a bit of shrapnel. no shattered glass - just: that's paint. nothing's broken. splattered? oh, yeah. the windows are covered with color to the point they look like stained glass - they remind her of other windows, and when she stands up, when she uncovers her head, she's laughing. this is a response she did not anticipate.]

( so her plan didn't work. she was hoping vi would panic, go outside, throw the thing and then she can shoot her from above. but that's alright, plan b then. her other tactic is to just barge in her room and aim at with her pistol from the inside. but there's a flaw in that plan, too. jinx seem to forgotten this whole time, her omen is still wrapped around her like a cape.

so whenever she has the gun in her hand, his tail quickly curl itself around the weapon then he sprints away... somewhere far off where she can't catch him. growling, muttering, and stomping her foot on her treehouse rooftop, jinx skids off to land roughly on her sister's balcony. a front kick jab to knock the doors wide open with her fists at her sides; storming in.

the pinks of her eyes aglow with a mixture of blue and red within her locks. she says nothing though -- simply waiting for her sister to make the first move or say something. she is granting her another ten seconds for her here. )

Edited 2022-11-27 05:47 (UTC)

[well, that's an entrance. it probably felt good, too. real dramatic. so she'll nod in appreciation of a grand gesture. a job well done.

eight trips through the sleeper farm have given vi cause to also be ...done. the obvious signs were under control - she'd been managing her shit for the most part. until she stopped. there's no memory loss, no urge toward violence, but a callous disregard for her own safety? check, check and check.

she thinks about opening her arms wide for a hug - that part gets greenlit and yes, she opens her arms. she doesn't say 'what, no hug?' or 'bring it in, sis', like she thought she would, like she planned - what comes out is spontaneous, but in a flat, empty tone. tired.]

Do it. Just shoot already.

( it might be hard to catch but an eye very subtly twitches over the tone of those small words. the hallow, the vacant, and the exhaust -- and well, it's pretty understandable if she stops and think over it. the sleeper farm (which the entire experience is an on and off fuzz memory for her) was horrid. she vaguely remembers the blood, the screeching, fire, and skin(?). and while it's all jumbled in her mind, vi doesn't really have the luxury of becoming so dissociated where she just... forgets.

unclenching then clenching her fists to pop her fingers, jinx walks on forward with her back straight and head high -- standing tall even though there is a height difference between the two. jinx had always been the small one but that never stopped her from being lethal. 'be what they fear'. a sentence she carries even when silco is no longer present; even when she has no solid enemy (yet).

she comes into a stop; leaving a few feet apart between her and vi. her eyes search at hers carefully -- reading them and her face. she tells her to just shoot her already but she does something else instead (she kinda has to since her monkey ran off with her gun). with a roll of her right shoulder and her right foot back, jinx gets into a stance that is hauntingly familiar and should be insanely recognizable. why so? because this is her own fighting stance.

jinx mimics every little tic of vi's. down to having her fists up, knuckle running across her nose, and an upper lip raise in a snarl. her glimpse is up to her sister and then to her stomach. it's a silent permission exchange to let her get a free shot in. )

Edited 2022-11-27 06:25 (UTC)

[she recognizes that stance. it's as familiar to her as breathing - and she exhales a breath at that roll of the shoulder - as those fists go up, at that snarl.

so. no gun after all? had she decided against it? had something else happened - something monkey shaped or even wolf shaped?

everything that's wrong reflected back at her. all of her own failings wrapped up in a neat little package that's just a delayed explosion.

her own eyes, more green than they should be, look down into a glare of pure, pink anger. other things, too.she can't read them all - but she can see enough. and the nod to her stomach? it reminds her of another idea involving bloodstone. it's gone almost as soon as it comes, because she knows what's expected of her. maybe what's needed? is it? is this really what they should be doing? it's not what she wants to be doing. not to sleepers - not today - and not to her sister. jinx is dead last on the list of 'people vi wants to hit' today.

if she could punch herself in the face, she would. so this is fine. close enough. jinx can do it for her.]

You're the one that's mad, so fuck it, just let loose. I'm not stopping you.

[have the weakest shoulder punch, jinx. it's the kind of punch you give an eight year old when they do a good job. it's almost encouraging.]

( the punch to the shoulder is definitely laughable. and if she wasn't pissed, she would scoff at what a display she put on. but vi doing this doesn't lessen her mood only rattled the chains. because here she is, treating her like a child again -- being afraid to throw some "umf" when it comes to little sister. apparently she is fine with tackling her down but not fighting? whatever. with a huff, she balls up her fist more and throws a jab right at the center of vi's stomach.

the punch itself, surely vi had worse (i.e. sevika). it's strong but probably not enough to knock someone like her down. jinx is a shooter and kicker, not a puncher. so it's mediocre, at best. whether it did anything for vi, it definitely did something for jinx mood-wise. she is still fired up, of course, but not as drastic since that's out of the way.)

( taking a step back and another look up at her sister, it's her eyes that catch her attention. they are definitely green and from what she knows about corruptions, that... is a lead to it, right? is she the cause of it? 'of course it is. whenever you're around, something goes wrong'.

with a slight tilt of the head of mylo's voice, jinx wanders off backwards to give the two of them space.)

... I'm going home.

( home meaning her treehouse, right? because what else could she mean beyond that? )

[taking the punch is easy. it's welcome. she only wishes jinx would do it again. is that evident on her face? hard to say.

still, it's a good punch. but jinx can punch harder, right? if she's mad enough to shoot, she should be mad enough to do some real damage. vi owes her this, doesn't she?

what she wants to say: don't, you mean the treehouse, right?, i'm sorry. what she says, through a huffed breath:]

No second round? You can go for the face if you want. Punch me right in the mouth to keep me from running it. Or not running it. I can't keep up.

And for ya to turn more fuzzy and beasty? I'll pass. You oughta check up with Sansa with... ( she does a circular motion hand gesture of her sister's form. ) "this" you got going on. I'm sure she's got somethin' to help you.

( shoving her hands in her short pockets, she turns on her heel and makes her way to the balcony. her presence will just make her turn more, so she thinks. sansa or literally anyone else can assist her better than she can. and maybe for her big sister's sake, she should stay clear from now on if... she is pushing the limits to her corruption. )

Edited 2022-11-28 23:59 (UTC)

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