( for several hours, jinx has been on caitlyn's trial -- observing her doing her boring activities, and speaking whoever comes across her path. it's a little irritating to see her conversing with the same people as her, although, it's not as if this continent is that large. it's no runeterra, that's for sure. but having the enforcer chatting amongst with others can be very dangerous, she can skew their opinions about her and silco, and make their lives extremely complicated. what works in their favor is that silco hasn't done anything besides giving people work and she, well... no one has died yet so she's in the clear with that.
but what's not in the clear is the stunt she and her sister pulled when they brought silco in for sentencing. it's a dirty trick and maybe she would have turned a blind eye abut it if her father didn't receive a shiner in the process. and that's where she draws the line. jinx assumed they all had this unspoken agreement -- they can talk shit all day as long as no one lays a finger on anyone. and jinx could have beaten caitlyn to a pulp countless times, but she held back. for vi. and now seeing that they couldn't do the same, well... the unvoiced peace treaty broken. so on the roof, the twin-braided girl hums merrily as she follows the woman down below, fiddling in her trench coat pockets for bullets to reload her pistol. )
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but what's not in the clear is the stunt she and her sister pulled when they brought silco in for sentencing. it's a dirty trick and maybe she would have turned a blind eye abut it if her father didn't receive a shiner in the process. and that's where she draws the line. jinx assumed they all had this unspoken agreement -- they can talk shit all day as long as no one lays a finger on anyone. and jinx could have beaten caitlyn to a pulp countless times, but she held back. for vi. and now seeing that they couldn't do the same, well... the unvoiced peace treaty broken. so on the roof, the twin-braided girl hums merrily as she follows the woman down below, fiddling in her trench coat pockets for bullets to reload her pistol. )