Shimmer and shine

Hated Enemies and Suprising Allies

Jinx found herself revisiting old haunts. Passing the store little man and Benzo had once occupied, both probably long dead. She saw that Vander's bar had a new owner. Someone who'd put up some weird as fluorescent light up, a sign she'd spotted a hand full of times sprayed or painted on things in the lanes. Then there was the statue of Vander.

She stood there for some time, staring out from under the hood she'd claimed.

'hey look. It's out father you killed.'

She grit her teeth at Mylo's goading and looked away from the metal form, dragging her feet as she continued to reacquaint herself with the lanes.

'oh wait, we died too. Where's our statues?'

"shut up." She muttered under her breath.

Eventually she came to the arcade. It was dust filled and abandoned and the windows had been boarded up.

She kicked her feet as she made her way through the targets. If no one was using this place then maybe she would. It had enough room for her to work and store her stuff.

Jinx reached down to pick up the plate that slots into Vi's machine and grimaced at the Mylo face she'd drawn on it as a kid.

She could cannibalise some of the stuff that was in here. Use them for parts, maybe go scour the junk heaps for other bits. She'd be able to make a bomb or something pretty easily. It hadn't been that hard as a kid, but at least now she had the education to ensure they functioned correctly.

Pistols, rifles or a blaster would be a piece of cake. She'd made plenty of them in Piltover for Caitlyn's gun collection, and for her own.

She grimaced at the realisation that all of her hard work was now just sitting on a shelf in Piltover gathering dust like shitty display items.

A noise behind her made her turn around.

"Hello" Roy smiled from underneath his fedora

--

"have you found her yet?"

Silco glared at the impetuous intruder.

"I assure you, if your little sacrifice is found, you would have been informed." He drawled out, grimacing as Jayce slumped into the chair across from him.

"Yes. Please. Make yourself welcome." He growled, turning his attention back to his papers.

"How haven't you found her?"

Silco cast an annoyed glance at the man, "I wonder why she's making it so difficult?" he asked rhetorically, "it cant have anything to do with the fact that she was sold without her consent."

Silco was not about inform the intruding councilman of his plans.

Jayce flinched and Silco felt pleased at the immediate shame that shrouded the man.

"There are people looking. They'll cross paths with her eventually as long as she hasn't gotten herself killed."

--

Jinx stared at Roy. "Who are you?"

Roy sighed and sat down in one of the chairs. "My name is Roy, I am the son of Silco."

"What do you want with me?" Jinx asked, ready for a fight.

"I think we can both help each other." Roy offered.

"How?" Jinx asked.

"You want revenge on Piltover for betraying you while also staying in the shadows, do you not." Roy offered.

"That is...correct" Jinx replied. "What to you propose?"

"If it is Silco's son then he would have access to a lot of things I need." Jinx thought.

"A partnership." Roy smiled. "I provide you with protection and supplies while you lend me your mechanical skill."

"Deal" Jinx replied, already thinking of all the ways this could benefit her.
--

Silco had only just gotten that annoying Piltover councillor out of his office when he was once again interrupted.

"What is it." he asked, sending an expectant look at his son. If he were barging in without knocking it had better be important.

"I talked with the girl." Roy replied. "She agreed."

"That was rather quick." Silco said surprised.

"She is rather thirsty for revenge." Roy chuckled "there is something else."

"What is it?" Silco asked, taking a puff of his cigar.

"Remember Vandor's wards?" Roy said. "I believe her real name is Powder, the younger, blue haired one."

"And her sister is leading the resistance." Silco said connecting the dots. "We can use her to take out Piltover and the resistance in one shot."

Roy nodded. "It is almost poetic."