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[opheliac]

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alright, u stupid hunk of junk. are u going to start sending my messages now or what?

isha.

i dont know if ure here. i mean, ive looked through this a million times and i cant tell what kind of username u'd make for urself. i thought maybe scuttle butt, but. i dont see it.

[.........]


or maybe u just dont know how to use these yet.

but

if ure seeing this, its me, jinx. and im here. im not in aldrip, but im on my way there. i need u to either find a safe place, or find an adult.

if u find someone, show them this message and stick with them, ok?


if u want to try writing to me, there should be a keyboard that will pop up for u and itll show u the alphabet. the letters are not going to be in order, but thats ok. its supposed to look like that.


then u press whatever letter u want. start something short. like "hi". then press that little arrow besides the smiley face. or u can use that smiley face button and send one to me if thats easier. think of it like its an arcade game. i know it looks intimidating at first, but ure smart. i know u'll figure it out.


if u come across vander at all, just keep ur distance from him for now.

if hes here.

i dont know what the rules are when it comes to. him.

but everything is going to be ok, i promise. love u, kiddo.


and everyone else

look for a 7-8? year old with braided blue hair like mine. and shes dressed like me, too. she has big golden brown eyes. if she doesnt talk to u, thats normal, she doesnt speak. this place gets pretty jacked, and i just dont want her hurt again. and i know the council or the big wigs have a knack of bringing dead people here sometimes and

[...]

she might be really lost and confused. so. if u find her, please watch over my kid until i get there.

and same goes if u see a beast who doesnt look like hes from here. not the typical aldrip kind of monster. just stay away, dont attack, and let me take care of him.

if any of u see my sister vi, please dont tell her where i am. its important that we stay away from each other. i know shes just going to try and find me

but

trust me. its for the best. she needs to learn how to move on from me.


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video call me.


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can u read this now, silco? so what do i do next? u told me to walk away, and i tried that, but now im back here. if this isn't what u meant by breaking the cycle, do i need to move away to rumpitur? please keep talking to me, i dont want u to go away again.

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[opheliac]

[she'll return the favor and switch on her camera as well. unlike viktor, jinx looks... terrible. her long hair down and in a mess with her mascara running underneath her eyelids. it definitely appears she's been crying and her skin paler than usual due to lack of nutrition.

but that doesn't stop the teenager from narrowing her eyes to examine the man's physique. just what is she looking for? jinx won't voice it, definitely not. but she will ask the simple questions:]

... Yeah. How you've been? Not feeling... ya know, sicker? Your brain still in there?

[runeing]

[ he can't quite help the way his eyes widen just a little as he sees the state of her — his poker face has never been particularly good, after all, and his expression cycles through surprise, then alarm, and lands on something almost tentative... the poor girl.

though his sympathy for her abates somewhat when she starts asking, hm. questions that sound rather suspicious, actually, ]

Where else would it be? [ he narrows his eyes. she isn't asking him out of concern; she has no reason to care. none whatsoever. which means it's not that, but something else. ] What were you expecting to find? You asked to see me for a reason, no?

[ sorry, he's already on the track to some conclusions here... ]

[opheliac]

Oh, ya know, juuuuust want to make sure you're not cooking up a crazy thing. — And you're not speaking in riddles, because that is the first sign of "uh-oh, someone is adding too many 'hee hee's to their 'mwha ha ha's".

[she really isn't being subtle here, but the more she looks over to the other man... it seems he's not in that stage of his life yet. the short hair is one dead giveaway, although she would prefer to see the rest of his figure for her full examination.]

[runeing]

Why would I —

[ he starts, and then stops immediately, because this? this is more of the same, isn't it. this is him finding out he very much isn't dead back home, and as much as he's tried to avoid the details of it all... well. he has a steady catalogue of every look he has been given, so far, every errant word spoken to him; and he's not a genius for nothing.

he has half a mind to turn off the connection entirely.

instead he says, with the driest fucking tone he can muster, ]

Yes, I know the rumours of my death back home have, quite apparently, been rather exaggerated. Still, as wonderful as it is to be a subject of your scrutiny, I'd prefer experiencing whatever is to happen for myself, when this place grows weary of suspending me moments away from death. [ how much sarcasm can one fit into a few sentences? he's going for the world record here, ]

[opheliac]

Jeez, Cookie, didn't you get crumbled this morning, or did someone shove you in a glass of milk, and now you're soggy and grumpy?

[she hums a chuckle, then wiggles her nose to let out a sniff before slanting forward to the camera.]

— You know what I think? I think you're wonderful just the way you are. As grown-ups say to their annoying rascals, "Don't ever change".

[runeing]

My name is Viktor.

[ said with the most acerbic tone he can muster. and then, with a very flat inflection, ]

Either say directly what you mean or say nothing.

[opheliac]

I already did. I said, "Don't ever change". That is what I mean.

[runeing]

Impossible, [ he says, shrugging one shoulder and making a face. his eyebrows do a lot of heavy lifting in that expression. ]

It is human nature to change. It's in our very cells. [ and then, with a sigh, ] I suppose you have a reason to say that. I find I don't much care to find out what it is.

[opheliac]

Yeahyeahyeah, cells, atoms, science, and biology ramble. Not interested. Let's agree we both don't care for you to find out, eh?

[she blows her bangs and insanely loose locks away from her vision before tucking it behind her ear.]

I know we don't see eye to eye, mastermind to mastermind, BUT!! — We'll keep you as sweet as apple pie, and cuddly like a stuff bunny with nails.

[runeing]

[ the sinking feeling in his chest is very much real, something that spreads from there and into his bones, into sinew and muscle and every part of him until he can no longer separate the quiet dread of jinx, of all people< not wanting him to find out what happens from everything else that is wrong with him.

and then he just heaves a breath, one that very nearly catches in his lungs, drags them out with it. ]

We could see eye to eye, couldn't we? You're a bright girl, Jinx. I may not agree with everything you've chosen to do... but you could do a lot of good, if you wanted to.

[opheliac]

Uuuuughhh! — With this again.

[she is rolling her eyes so far behind her head, that it seems like jinx is about to prove whether they can get stuck that way. but it doesn't seem to be a possible case when she returns her gaze back to viktor, frowning.]

Look, the killing gig is a past life, alright? Unless you wanna tick me off and have a little heart-to-heart talk with Pow-Pow. And trust me, Fortune Cookie, she's not a fan of rambling lectures.

[runeing]

If many people have told that to you, perhaps you might consider it is a point worth listening to.

[ no? no, alright — ]

I am entirely happy to leave you to your... non-lethally predisposed life, if this is how you want to spend it. A waste of your talents, but I suppose you are free to waste them as you like.

[opheliac]

A waste, huh? Listen, you walking skeleton, I've done a lot more crap for the people and the city here than you and your Wonder Boyfriend put together for Zaun.

— Here's a tip: how about you take a niiiiiice limpy stroll to the entertainment distract, huh? Take a good look around, a sweete sight-see, have quickie at the brothel, whatever you want!! Just be sure to have a coin on ya in case you're in a dying need for a bottle of water. You MIGHT come across something that will grant all your lovely desires.

[her pinks shine dangerously as she sizes him up and down through the camera.]

... And you look like you can guzzle down an ocean.

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[runeing]

Yes, do tell me more how you have done more for people existing as part of a program, simulated here for rehabilitation of souls dragged here against their will. I'm sure the program will be grateful for your help. Or perhaps you'd like to tell me of all the good you've done for Zaun and Piltover, instead?

[ he pauses, scoffs. ] I am sure that little girl would thank you for the... good you brought her life.

[ his voice is inflectionless — she's pushed, and pushed, and so as a result, she gets this: ice crackling in his words, each word knife-sharp, and yet delivered with a tone that is not even angry, not anything but cold and emotionless.

for a brief moment, it almost looks like his eyes are icy, too, the usually warm amber dimmed and muted. ]

I will go have a drink, yes, thank you for reminding me... Jinx.

[ and then he simply cuts the call. he's had enough, thanks. ]