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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐱: happy progress day
╰┈➤ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: implied murder, jinx likes aviva a little too much
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JINX DIDN'T HAVE MANY GOOD IDEAS.
Interesting ones? Sure but great, no. And this has to be Aviva's least favorite.
"Do you actually loathe Progress Day that much?" Aviva questioned, her eyes narrowing as she watched Jinx meticulously prepare whatever strange contraption she was toying with this time.
Jinx grinned, her smile almost too wide, like a cat who'd gotten into the cream. "You could say that." Her voice had that offbeat rhythm to it—jittery, excited, but with a tinge of mania creeping under the surface. "It's all about celebration for the people who think they're winning. But we're the ones left in the dust, right? They've got their shiny city, their little progress, while we rot away here." Her eyes glinted dangerously.
Aviva sighed, rubbing her temples. She was getting better at hiding her irritation, but Jinx always found ways to push her limits. "I don't think it's about that. It's about remembering what we're fighting for."
Jinx laughed darkly, shaking her head. "Fighting for what, exactly? A shiny city? For what? More power for them? So they can stand taller while we're buried under their feet?"
Aviva hesitated, her gaze flickering over Jinx's setup, trying to distract herself from the chaos in her mind. "You're not really interested in Progress Day, are you? You just want to make it... memorable." Her voice was dry, but the edge of curiosity lingered.
"Oh, I love making memories." Jinx's grin widened, eyes flickering with a dangerous gleam. "Just not the kind they want us to remember."
Aviva rolled her eyes, folding her arms as she leaned against the workbench. "And what exactly is your grand plan this time? Exploding balloons? A rain of confetti laced with something toxic? Or are you just going to set Piltover's rooftops on fire and call it performance art?"
