to ashes and blood

Represent

"Pow breakfast is ready," Jayce called down a hallway as he, his mother and powder moved into a larger home as the years went on and hextech has been growing into a larger success than anyone ever planned for.

He knocked on her door as his mother sat in the living room with her morning cup of tea. Knocking a few more times on a door with drawings all over it in neon paint.

"Pow pow I know your up," he called to wake her up.

"I'm coming in," he opened the door to reveal a large room in the dark, the walls were covered in blue prints, a loft bed where she could sleep high to touch her ceiling and drew her designs on the ceiling instead. Hammocks in each corner for her to swing in. Jayce whistled hoping to wake her as he walked over to open her dark curtains. Opening them up dramatically with the bright sunlight.

"Pow pow its time to get up," Jayce told her again as he looked at her tools and little gadgets all over her desk. Carvings in the would.

"Pow?" He didn't hear a snore or anything from the messy bed.

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A girl walked down a busy street with a grayish purple jacket with a hood over her head, goggles over head eyes, close as she would be able to get to the under city, a familiar street she's met many times.

"Blue just in time," she stopped at an open market with scrap metal and little machines.

"Good morning to you too, thanks for getting my piece in toots," the girl grinned at the older man as he slid a hunk of something to her that seemed like junk to anyone else. She grabbed it and grabbed another gadget of hers from under the jacket, placing the piece on her own. She powered it on to make sure it worked.

"Little pow pow is back in action," she smiled at her small bulky gun and shoved it back under her jacket.

"Don't let the enforcers break it again," the man chuckled at his customer.

"Oh I'm sure they will, but it's something I can fix," she pulled her goggles up and winked at the merchant.

"I'll see you about bub," she tossed a few coins to the man and moved on before anyone noticed her.

"See ya blue," he waved as she went over to piltover before she got any closer to the undercity. Luckily this market is right on the boarder.

Once the girl was far enough away from the market she pulled her hood down and unbuttoned her jacket, pulling her long blue two braids out from under the jacket and fixed her long bangs.

Powder hummed with a little pep in her step while she examined her gun that would for sure get her into some trouble just for making. Viktor and Mel will give her a lesson for last time when it got broken, but it was something she's always been good at and never has she really needed to shoot anyone. But kirammans kid got to shoot, she wanted to too.

"Not again," a thick accent caught her red handed.

"Ah shit," powder groaned with her raspy voice.

Speak of the devil.

"Powder you know your not allowed this far to the black market," a tall enforcer girl with dark purple hair comfronted her.

"It's not the black market Girl Scout, just a market," powder rolled her eyes with her hands behind her back, hiding junior.

"It's on the boarder, that's the lanes," the enforcer crossed her arms.

"Caity it's literally first thing in the morning, I was just getting some stuff Jayce asked me for," she shrugged like it was nothing.