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(VIDEO) — UN: BANANA HAMA ➤ OMEN'S POV
(can one even make out what's happening? there's just a lot of frantic movement. there's a point it does stop and one will spot some familiar establishments. it seems this is taking place in WILLFUL MACHINE and whoever is the recorder is up high like on a rooftop of some kind. finally the recorder speaks, it's a (ooc: mugman/cuphead goofy accent) voice no one will recognize except fang or vi since he doesn't usually speak unless needed:)
Oh man, oh man! I only looked away for a few seconds. Where did she go now?
(well to answer this omen's question, there's some shots being fired somewhere in the distance. the omen monkey screeches and back to the frantic running. occasionally in his pants, one can hear him say,"We might have an emergency! Someone might be hurt!" there's a maniac crackling, too. it's echoing in the skies and becomes louder the more this omen is getting closer to the scene. and finally now on ground level, there are trenchies running from the opposite direction from where this omen is sitting -- luckily, they are darting out the way so he won't get trampled over.
and there is jinx with her gun aiming down at the citizen lying there on his back. is there blood? yes, there is. the trenchie is definitely wounded on his shoulder in which he grips over.)
Please, I'm sorry!! I-I didn't mean to pull on your hair. It was an accident, I swear!!
(all...this...fuss over a hair tug? it's like jinx has forgotten how ridiculously long her braids are. however though, she doesn't seem to be taking the apology but instead grinning wickedly before crouching down to the stranger. the barrel is press hard underneath his chin; maybe it'll leave an imprint there. she certainly hopes so. chewing on her bottom lip, she finally decides to speak...sorta.)
♪ Ice in my veins
I run in the night
Ready to fight
It's Do or Die ♪
(ooc: lyrics here if you want follow along.)
video + action
(maybe [YOU] are out here in WILLFUL MACHINE and saw the commotion and [YOU] wish to stop this mayhem. well, it's too bad. because the moment jinx starts moving, [YOU] will be her backup dancer to her singing and dancing. hope you have a fun workout!
meanwhile, mr.bananas is just recording this still because he is completely dumbfounded at what the fuck is happening. TOO MUCH IS GOING ON!!! oh as for the bloody trenchie? he ran off during this dance number so. at least, he's got away and is safe somewhere.)
voice: un: vi ---> action
[she's able to get to the machine in no time, but she finds a different sort of commotion than she expected. trying to move through a wall of backup dancers is high on the list of both the unexpected and the absurd, but it's happening. it's doing nothing to help her (mild) hangover from partying through halloween and into the next day. thanks lance. (nah, it's fine. actually thanks.)
but she's looking for the trenchie, hands rifling through her kit and pausing to direct a 'wtf' look in the omen's direction.]
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mr. bananas spots vi and rushes right over.)
Oh Vi, Oh Vi! Thank goodness you're here!
(he will hop on over the older sister's shoulder and perch himself there in a huff.)
It's this pesky shimmer aggression of hers! It's such a problem. She keeps going off the handle over the littlest things. But not to worry, I have the ring in my vest coat.
(that being said, he fishes in his tiny pocket and tada! ring.)
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that there had been a group performance at sansa's nameday specifically about putting a ring on a finger comes to mind. the humor is not completely lost - she briefly considers doing the dance in hopes that it'll make this somehow easier, but instead she'll just charge in.
if mr. bananas can ground her and take her omen away, then vi can step up, too. why didn't she do it in the first place?]
I've got a little constructive criticism, sis.
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Oh, oh, oh? Whatcha got for me?
(and she does the mistake of shimmer speeding close to vi for better hearing. because once she is close, the blood ring's effect immediately crashes into her like a sudden slap to the face. in one way, her body shows peace and serenity -- the grip of her pistol is loose and might slip to their feet if she isn't careful. but on the hand while her expression relaxed and ease, there's slight irritation buried in, too.
her gaze is at her sister's hand or her pockets (she knows that ring is somewhere on her person) then a slow raise of her pinks to lock her steel greys. she'll give her sister a chance to speak, though.)
...
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she might have shoved it on her finger - had a bit of a mind to, but she puts the brakes on that and does what she think is ultimately better. she lets jinx choose to do it herself. she might be grounded, but she still has agency.]
I'd pay to see that in a club. You've got some sick moves, and you sound great. Good song choice.
Just don't shoot people in the street during the show. You don't have to follow the lyrics to the letter.
[she might sound like she's joking, but she is not joking. she's really upset for a number of reasons. the spatter of blood on the ground is only one of them.]
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Awww, c'mon. You're actin' like I killed the guy. He'll live, trust me. I know where to hit if I want 'em gone.
(she chuckles with a wiggle of her eyebrows -- her gaze now returning to the ring on vi's palm. is she just staring at it or really thinking to take it? it's hard to get a reading on her. making a few clicks of her tongue, she softly sings:)
♪ Baby, baby
You can't save me.
Learn to love the Hell I'm raising.
Maybe, maybe
I'm just crazy.
Maybe I'm the only one saying it.
Maybe I'm the only one saying it. ♪
(and thus takes one step back. not several, just one.)
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I know you know. But just cause I learned how to do stitches doesn't mean I wanna start trying them out today. And not on a trenchie. If that guy was dead, I'd be acting a whole lo---
[where jinx takes a step backward, vi takes a step forward, but it's not a normal step, it's ...this is a dance step.]
I'm not trying to save you. I'm trying to make it suck less. Maybe I'm crazy, too, but I'm over here in your corner rooting for you. Don't make it hard for people to like you.
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it's the last line that somehow grinded her gears. 'don't make it hard for people to like you'. so what, is she to act sweet and righteous for these losers? why should she change who she is to get people's approval?)
Are we gonna have a problem? You got a bone to pick? You've come so far, why now are you pullin' on my dick? I'd normally slap your face off. (she spreads her arm wide to gesture the rest of the marketplace strip.) — And everyone here can watch. But I'm feelin' nice, here's some advice.
(okay wait. she tries to... stop herself from going into another musical number. with a sigh, jinx focuses back on vi.)
... If these wannabe hacks don't like me for me, then I don't need 'em.
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vi's always had a problem backing down.]
Shooting people's a problem! So that's a bone, yeah. Is it so hard to just not shoot people?! If I punched every person that pissed me off, I probably would be in the ocean right now, but not in the fun way.
Pro tip: if they see you shooting people, they might be too scared of getting shot to get to know the real you! The real you is more than a bunch of bullets in the air!
Sure, you can try and slap my face off if you want. Good luck with that. Tell you what, you even get a free shot, in exchange for the free advice. Which, by the way, most advice is free.
[just gonna cross her arms and wait.]
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Oh, go blow up! — You and your stupid goody-goody lecture. If I gotta shoot a nobody to prove my point, I'mma do that. So what if they're just a lil' afraid of me? They all oughta be. I'm not somethin' to be messed with.
(the twist in her grin is back as she cocks her head.)
'Sides, I missed my birthday. And I didn't get the celebrate it the way I wanted it to. Observe — (a very quick and sudden draw of her pistol -- a twirl on her index before mindlessly pointing it to the left of her. her eyes are entirely glue on her sister so if she is aiming at someone or not, she doesn't know nor care. there was a female trenchie there but she ducked.
jinx doesn't pull the trigger at all. instead she spins the gun again then rehooking it back to her belt.)
Ha, ha, Sike!
(yes, it's all fun and games to toy with people's emotional fear.)
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and not it's happening. it's her own failure biting her in the ass again, maybe. it's the raw nerves as jinx twirls the gun and then ...doesn't shoot. it's the carelessness of the gesture.
she's observing.
and yes, jinx is somebody not to be messed with:]
So---
[all those sessions training. the chakra control. the channeling it into something else. it's her speed. it's in this moment, where she's tamping down on that force, spinning it into a push forward, into her limbs, her speed, she's a near match for jinx's shimmerblood, another push and she can go toe to toe at a cost.]
---Am
[she's toe to toe now and reaching for jinx in a headlock - so fast she'd leave trails were she able - blink and you miss it - she's there and then she's here with the most aggressive hug as she tackles her sister, channeling into her strength, too - her eyes a brilliant green that's an echo of corruption's color, but cleaner, and suddenly redder - eyes afleck with green in a sea of red, like two bloodstones set in sockets as she attempts to shove the ring on her sister's finger.]
I!!
1/???
powderjinx did the mistake of pretending to shoot one of them in the head with her fingers. they witnessed her doing this and the group booked it but were caught. they were shoved against a nearby fence to check for weapons due topowder'sjinx's threat.she remembered the disappointment look her big sister gave her and when they got home,
powderjinx did her best to apologize but it only seemed to irritate vi more. she shouted louder, knocking over the chair, and stormed off.the second time? the second time was that night. and that night, she got such a close glimpse of her rage -- the fire of hatred in those eyes where she held so much love long ago. and now that fury is back and all jinx can do is take one step backwards out of
powder'sinstincts. for that split moment, there is fear.)2/???
her own blood boiling and the pink of her eyes are glistening with her hair twisting red. jinx doesn't notice but as her fists are clenching, they begin to heat and swirl with embers.
'i'm glad it's you. it had to be you.' she doesn't say this but she thinks it. whether they are back in zaun or in trench, this fight between them is inevitable. they can strip every little aspect of each other and at their core... they're enemies. no matter where they are or where they go.)
3/????
jinx attempts to fight her sister off, grunting while battling through the sudden serenity sensation. it's giving her such a headache with how intense and rapid it's storming over. and it makes her so dizzy and ridiculously easy for vi to tackle her down to the ground. and despite being in this position, she still tries to wiggle free but by each second, it's weaker and weaker.)
4/5
'you've got this. we've got this.'
was it all a lie? was anything between them real? it was wishful thinking to believe they could go back to being sisters.)
5/5
the hair gradually swifts back to blue and any sight of fire fades away steadily. there's a side of her that wishes to make a remark but... will it matter? mostly likely not. it's probably better to just stay silent and whenever this is all over, maybe she can resort back to her original form. she can return back as a squid and dive back in that ocean. or if she can't go back, she'll just swim to the bottom of the ocean and stay there. away from her and everyone else. probably for the better.)
...
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but what's done is done and it had to be done - that doesn't mean she feels good about it. that fear is enough to wrench a gasp from her, and one that she fights not to turn into a sob - a scream, even.
she swallows the sound, but she doesn't bother to fight the tears. fuck it, let those come. she feels bad. this feels bad. what should she do, act like it's fine? like she's unbothered by having to manhandle her sister using her blood powers? this isn't sparring, this isn't friendly and it sucks. she gathers her sister into her arms and attempt to put a hand under her chin. it's as gentle as the headlock wasn't. and she's out of breath. it's not like she's done this before - she wasn't even sure she could.]
This...
[her other hand on that ring, barely touching it.]
...this doesn't make everything better. This isn't a cure-all. I...I don't want you to not feel things!
I just don't want someone to get it in their head to kill you because of something like this!! I don't know what everyone here's capable of! Shit, I don't know what the Trenchies are capable of. I pissed some off and I got locked up again!
I love you, you idiot! And maybe that makes me an idiot, too, but this isn't what I wanted. I just didn't want to lose you!!
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so she doesn't fight it or struggle. jinx listens to her older sister's words with her eyes shut to take them in -- absorbing every word and syllable. shifting in a position in case vi wishes to carry her, her now weary head rests along vi's chest.)
You're gonna lose me. — I'm tough to get rid of. I'm fungus that eats at ya. Battle me all you want but I stick around.
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no shoving a bond on her like this ring. and it can't be taken off, either. so much consideration.
vi hasn't been unsettled by that desperation yet - though she's been unsettled by other things (this!), and she's made a commitment of acceptance that she has every intent t honor. it just isn't easy. radical acceptance is great except when it isn't - and someone's got to put their foot down before something bigger and nastier comes along and does it.
as much as she tells jinx the same thing (and she does. constantly.) it's hard for her to truly believe - there are no guarantees. strange, unexpected things are always popping up in trench, and who's to say the next one won't just erase people. forever. send half of them back to the ocean. swap one person for another.
she hefts the girl into her arms, feeling the weight just a little more than usual. okay, so there's a cost. good to know.]
I'll battle you forever if it means you'll stick around.
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paranoia, maybe? lack of trust? whatever it may be, at least for now... things feel right being held like this. she is still pretty peeved about being tackled before hand but maybe she deserved it. just a little bit. )
... We should probably leave or something.
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maybe it feels fragile because it is. and maybe it's not as fragile as all that, either. it's hard to say. they're just going to have to keep going. and vi will have to double down on her promise. maybe triple down if that's a thing that can be done.]
Working on it. Let's get you home.
[and by home she means the treehouse - and using lamps until the last of it. she's too sapped for roof running even without carrying the girl. she will need rest after this - but it's good to know she can do this, push it if she needs to. better build up some strength. ...but later. she will pass out in the top bunk of jinx's bunkbeds is allowed.]
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and despite all of her frustrations and problems, deep down all she wants is for her sister to be happy. she wants vi to feel proud that jinx is her little sister and not be afraid to call her as such. it's great so far this holds true but... for how long? will silco's words become a reality one day? )
♪ Dear friend
Across the river...
My hands are cold and bare.
Dear friend
Across the river...
I'll take what you can spare. ♪
( it's been so long since she's sung that song. jinx wonders if vi still remembers the words to it. )
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it's how carrying her sister feels. so much is different now, but the familiarity's there - a pose she can ease into like an old sweater or a battered hat - somehow, after time and tide and all these years of no good contact - nothing that wasn't aggression - somehow it's still there. the way she hugs the girl her into her chest just enough but not too much. the way jinx's feet dangle. the care with which she moves and the way it just is. where had it gone all those years? to the same place that song had gone? to the place where her parents' faces lived?
in any case, it's here. and violet will add her own voice to her sister's until the end.]
♪ I ask of you a penny
My fortune it will be
I ask you without envy
We raise no mighty towers
Our home are built of stone
So come across the river
And find the world below ♪
[if only violet could open her own mind to let her sister in. she knows she can't, truly. she knows this will be ups and downs, a thorny, rocky path. she'll walk it barefoot of she has to. but she wishes that jinx just knew. she isn't leaving. she isn't going anywhere. not of her own free will. that thought ruminates even when the song ends. it echoes in every footstep. it sings in her blood - and blood, she thinks ...might be the answer. maybe.]
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jinx really is trying to be liked and be like everyone else but mr. bananas was right before. this side-effect of being a part of shimmer is really muddying things up for her. and also truthfully? for everyone. her aggression is so severe and she blows up over things way more than her true intent. she doesn't think clearly when she's so angry. red is the only color she sees and trying to talk sense to her only goes but so far. maybe the answer is to always wear the blood ring but she becomes forgetful over it.
mr. bananas might have a chat with her jinx's older sister later into maybe having one of the bloodstones into a little jewelry or gem for a bellybutton ring. jinx has spoken to her omen about wanting more tattoos and piercings. with a belly button ring, that stays on her body unless for cleaning. that could be a better alternative to this. speaking of her monkey, he is very small when he climbs up to vi's shoulder; nuzzling her cheek because he is tired and is happy the two sisters seem to be okay. )