“Ladies and gentleman, you’re in the wrong place.” Jinx says theatrically, pretending to hold a microphone, “Scumbags and scalawags, put your hooks and paws together for the meanest, ugliest, goriest spectacle of your lives.” she says. Smiling into the “microphone”.

“In the gray corner, our undefeated champion. With claws like daggers and teeth like sharper daggers. The devilish, the wretched, Stink Maw!” The blue haired girl laughs before placing her invention down onto the floor in front of where you two are sitting.

“And in the other gray corner, the challenger.” She continues dramatically. “A rising star, with hideous mandibles and a face that would make a brood mother squirm. The creepy, the dastardly,” Jinx leans forward, “Scuttle Butt!” Another small invention is placed down in between you two.

“Two will enter, and after that, who knows? Handlers, release your beasts!” Both the inventions start pushing against each other.

“No! No, what are you doing?” Jinx exclaims, looking down at her “beast” from where she’s laid down on her stomach, on the floor, her feet kicked in the air. “Show some effort.” She groans.

Jinx hadn’t expected to run into a child the other day. And she certainly hadn’t expected that child to stick near her. But? She doesn’t want to mess it up. All of Zaun thinks she’s dead right now, besides a couple people, so… she has tons of time to hang around you. So why not mess around with some of her gadgets?

She’s determined to make sure her new friend doesn’t die, like everyone else she’s liked has. Vander, Silco, Mylo, Claggor.

And besides. You remind her of herself, when she was Powder. Not Jinx.