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[fessus]

Who's the worst person you've met here and why? Pref an Outsider but if they've all been cool I'll open it up to whoever

I'm making a list



Bonus: if you guess a number between 1 and 100 and get closest to the one I'm thinking of I've got smth for you

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[zauneyete]

[ The look Silco shoots over his shoulder at Kaladin is —

Well. Furious, sparking with anger and rage and — and — fear, buried deep underneath all of that.

He's interjecting, isn't he? Trying to put a wedge in there, trying to make her see something that isn't there. Call her ill, or sick — he knew she was different, he knew she had her manic highs and depressive lows — he's seen and experienced all of them. Held her, or whispered promises, anything to soothe the anxieties and fears and everything else that bubbled to the surface every time she became angry and agitated.

Right now, he wants to reach out and strangle the man.

He doesn't. He puts it aside. For Jinx, he tells himself. Focuses on shielding her from Kaladin if she needed it. She could wind herself out of his arms easily if she chose to, he knew that. She could have always overpowered him — his face no longer stings from the manic explosion, the punctures on his face from when she'd attacked him in his office — but he almost imagines they are still there. That they still linger.

No, no. This is wrong. ]

I know what she needs —

[ He hisses, when he tries to stop him. He says he's like this to, and Silco almost laughs. Nobodyis like Jinx. She's perfect the way she is, always has been. Trying to heal her spark makes his hackles rise on instinct. He tries to redirect her, remind her. It's only them. It's always only been them. (But is it still...?) ]

You don't have to listen to him.

[powderkegs]

[ she has to blink the colour from her eyes. flickers of jagged lines and crossed out eyes. blink. breathe. jinx pushes her hair back. blink. breathe. they are gnawing at her soul. they'll tear her apart if she doesn't — doesn't just breathe. blink. she presses her fingers against her forehead. clear it all out. blink. breathe.

she can sense silco's tremors up close. the panic hissing underneath his skin. was it like this then? back then, she had been so lost in all of it, trying to find the path, all the screaming back and forth, powder, jinx, powder, jinx, powder, jinx. but that's all dust on the ground. it's settled.

she is jinx.

so jinx settles her fingers upon silco's arm, squeezing it gently. she's here. she'll even tug them closer upon her shoulders. she's here. she is still his daughter. breathes in his presence that still hurts her so much. ]

I know. It's okay.

[ for silco, only for silco. ]

It's okay.

[ her tired eyes finally rise up to meet kaladin's. her fingers dig into silco's arm. unable to let go. ]

I just . . . lost my head for a moment there.

[ there'll be no clean solutions here. not for her paranoia. not for what this place implies. but she'll find her own way. not silco, not kaladin's, her own. ]

[gyve]

I'm glad, ( he says gently, then rises. ) And I appreciate your candidness with your feelings. I'll take my leave now.

( Silco wants to hurt him. It's plain in his expression... in the way he looks at Kaladin over his shoulder. Naively—selfishly—he thought they might discover a way to work together and share in something that isn't contentious. To agree on one thing:

Jinx's health is important. She deserves as fair a shake as everyone else, and to feel safe on this base.

He will go, and he will review the night. Scrutinize his actions, the actions of others... All of it. Perhaps he can find ways to improve. )

Before I do, I'd like to extend to both of you an invitation. When the base is rebuilt, I intend to host meetings for people who've sustained... mental injuries. Injuries many consider incurable, or... untreatable. You'd be welcome there.

( He studies them quietly until his eyes soften. They look tired, and he's accomplished the duty he came here to do. )

Jinx... you've given me a lot to consider. And Silco... thank you for believing me.

( With that, Kaladin steps out. )

[zauneyete]

[ It had always been the two of them, but only the week before he'd arrived in another world had he actually started to be confronted with the idea of Jinx leaving — really leaving — and though he had never experienced the moment that Jinx thinks of, it doesn't matter. He feels it, just like those days before, setting everything on its side, ruining it, making a mess of everything, he could see Kaladin for what he truly was.

Trying to ruin it.

He'd promised her that it would always be the two of them, and it would be. Come any force in the universe, Silco would make sure of it. His arms are around her shoulders, and maybe he holds his daughter too tight, like trying to grip sand, even while it sifts through his fingers. She reassures him, and it's terribly ironic, that he'd weathered Kaladin's presence only for her, and now she reassures him. He's focused on Jinx, always on Jinx. Arm around her shoulders, hand on her back. How many tantrums growing up had he held her through, finding it was the only way to help her weather the storms of emotions. Giving in. Giving her everything she asked for. He still would, if she just asked.

Kaladin takes his leave, and Silco doesn't respond, beyond the barest of eyerolls. Mental Injuries? They didn't have those. They were strong. They had taken the pieces of their trauma and issues, and had put themselves back together, piece by piece by piece.

They had no need for what he's suggesting.

So he only focuses on Jinx. ]

It's okay, Jinx.

[ An echo, maybe. ]

You don't have to worry about the lot of them.

[ Was that what set her off? Them? Their hate? ]

[powderkegs]

Don't I?

[ her tone wavers. she can't help but cling as well. everything still feels so tenuous. this world is tenuous. at least in zaun and piltover, she knew the push of things.

and yet. did she really? here she was. savior of zaun. hunted by piltover. vi's hands on her chest, around her neck. a missing finger. silco in the water. what was she? what was she doing? can she do anything? fix anything?

silco can thrive in this. and in a way, jinx could too, but she can't see these people clearly. she doesn't know who they are. what motivates them. what makes them tick and while she could dig in with ease, pluck those strings, she just . . . doesn't want to. she doesn't want to build a jinx in this world.

she just wants . . . this. this with silco. fuck the giant monsters, fuck everything else. just this. ]

How long do we have in a place like this?

[zauneyete]

[ He wants to destroy whatever took him. Burn them down to the ground, sink his knife into them, and make them writhe for the crime. Silco is a vengeful man, always has been — even in the days before, when he'd been younger. Trauma and time had only exacerbated it, and he hates whoever did this. Jinx holds onto him like he'll vanish right before her. Maybe he did. He doesn't know. She isn't saying.

He wants to ask. He doesn't want to know. He wants to predict for it. He doesn't want to set her off. ]

Some people have been here for a year. [ some less. ]

I can't tell you how long, but... we'll have time.

[ In between everything else. The Kaiju. The fights. This nonsense. Everything Silco is doing on the sides to keep things active and moving. It's a lot of noise, when right now?

He doesn't need the reminder of what's most important — he'd aimed to burn everything...worlds over what's most important — but nothing else really matters, does it? (Does it?) ]

We'll make more time.

wrap?

[powderkegs]

[ unknown. you can't hold it. you can't account for it. you can't do anything except meander in this place. be subject to this. fight monsters. it's such a nonsensical loop. a prison of intent. but then again, she's been in many prisons before.

right now, with silco's arms around her, with her arms around him, who is imprisoning whom? ]

We'll make more time.

[ just repeat. repeat. ]