Heart Of Zaun (Arcane x reader)

Some Mysteries are Better Left Unsolved

Warning: mentions of alcohol, smoking, death, guns, blood, just mature content
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Pow·der
/ˈpoudər/
Noun
Fine, dry particles produced by the grinding, crushing, or disintegration of a solid substance.
"crush the poppy seeds to a powder"

"Remind me why we hang around this junk?"

"You guys have to lay low. Nobody ever comes down here. It's a good a place as any."

Mylo scoffed from the old arcade machine he'd been sitting at, resting his head in his hand.

The arena was basically some training house. The kids took it over after Benzo moved his shop to a different building. There were a few rickety arcade machines in there too. It really wasn't anything special. Ekko & Powder spent a lot of time there, fixing & building stuff, it was old & dusty but it made do. Ekko & [Name] just had to fuss with the electrical box for a bit before they could do anything.

Recently Powder spent a lot of time down there. She kept fussing with the target practice, making it better.

Something that involved stealing from the small stash of emergency cash tucked away in one of the bar cabinets.

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"Vander said he wouldn't buy me the paint I needed!"

"Powder, you knew that if you'd asked me I would've told you yes."

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[Name]'s hip leaned against the wooden stage, as she watched Vi intently.

Her eyes shifted to the large, wooden score board up on the wall, listening to the quiet dings as Vi's name made its way up the board.

It consisted of her name, Claggor's, & even Powder's. She assumed the list went on, probably just off-boarded.

The girl struck at the cushioned machine repeatedly.

"Those moves look familiar."

Vi glanced back briefly, scoffing. The metal center-piece spun around the bar, as the machine made an ending noise, signifying the trial end.

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"Vi, it's okay, honey. Look, like this."

She crouched down, separating the young girl's legs further. She shifted her ankles, as well as her waist.

"I can't, okay, I just—"

The younger girl cut herself off, as her chest rose & fell with shallow breaths. She was getting worked up & frustrated. They'd been going at this for hours, she even had her ass handed to her a few times by her own mother. She was an angry cryer, & the fact didn't help anything. She was warm, & her tears had cooled against the collar of her shirt.

[Name]'s eyes widened briefly, "Okay," she nodded, "okay, that's fine. We can try again another time."

"No!"