1144/The Aftermath of Combat ft. Jinx and Sona

The Aftermath of Combat ft. Jinx and Sona
Date of Scene:	14 December 2014
Location:	Jinx's House (JH)
Synopsis:	Jinx and Sona talk League stuff and catch up after the fight with Ezreal
Cast of Characters:	39, 586

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Jinx (39) has posed:
    Jinx is awake, sort of. She's looking more than a little worse for wear as she sits at the kitchenette and works on a cup of reheated coffee and some cold chinese take out. Her phone sits next to her as she... seems to be trying to make up her mind about something.

    Sona's phone vibrates, whereever she might be.. She has a text message. <u awake?>

Sona Buvelle (586) has posed:
There's the tiniest little 'mmm' sound as one Sona Buvelle rolls over in bed...and right off it! Thud! After blearily looking up at her nightstand, she reaches up. Flip! Peer.

'Miss Jinx! I am awake now. What can I do for you?' All typed out. Because Sona's a noble blowhard like that.

Then, she levers herself back onto the bed, lazily putting off getting dressed as she awaits news from her friend-slash-competitor.

Jinx (39) has posed:
    Sluuuuuurp. She was always wordy when she was able to be. Jinx can't fault her for that. When you can't talk you need to make do, I suppose. She plops her fork back into the container.
    <ez is here i beat him last night lol>
    She purses her lips. <he went with the union of course :( >

Sona Buvelle (586) has posed:
There's a smile on her face as she gets the message. Hopping up, she starts to work through her closet even as she texts. She might not be able to properly speak, but she has dexterity on her side.

'Ezreal...oh! The explorer-Champion! Mmm. I guess it's inevitable! Grand, towering conquerors and valiant defenders alike in our particular line of work. Are you alright? I can come over and offer some healing if you need it."

Confed or not, Sona is happy to help someone so interesting. Helps with the cover, too.

Jinx (39) has posed:
    Is... is that a blush on Jinx's cheeks? Come over? The Cannon's red eyes blink a few times, before she bites her lip.
    <i have cold noodles and canned coffee if thats okay>

Sona Buvelle (586) has posed:
Blue robe...blue robe...rave outfit...Sona chooses a nice, cute yellow sundress half-hidden in her things. After a while? She's texting back after she does up her hair with matching yellow bows, and dons one of those wide-brimmed hats. Etwahl, of course, floats over.

'Even the most humble of meals are best when shared with friends. Ten minutes.'

In nine minutes and fifty-nine seconds, Sona appears at the doorway to Jinx's abode. RAther than knocking, she flicks her instruments. Gentle music filters into the house, along with a feeling of warmth and friendliness. Typical Sona, ever playing people's heartstrings and emotions!

Jinx (39) has posed:
    It is a wreck of a house, though not in Fed territory directly, so Sona won't be in trouble there. The door opens... and Jinx is standing there, actually clothed for once. More than usual, anyways. A long neon pink night shirt with oil stains, and what looks like plain white pyjama pants. There are ugly bruises on the side of her face and down both arms.
    The shorter young lady puffs and smiles. "Hi."

Sona Buvelle (586) has posed:
There's the tiniest of sounds as Sona takes in Jinx's choice of clothing. Yes, Sona Buvelle is giggling.

There's a flick of her instrument, and chibi-sona appears, doing a tiny amused dance with chibi-Jinx.

Then she spies the bruises. A single hand gently reaches up to touch where she's been hurt. Sadness lingers briefly, before Sona calms herself. Concentrating, and with another flick of her free hand, she glows green. Hopefully it'll help ease any pain.

Then? Sona grasps a hand with both of hers, and gives a half-bow and half-nod with a warm smile.

Flick! 'Hello Jinx!' appears in horribly pink letters.

Jinx (39) has posed:
    Jinx snorts but does not not stop the green glowed touch, though she does blush at it. It was a bit different than being treated in the medical ward by someone you really didn't know and quite another to be doted on by one of the best supports in the League.
    Even if Sona was just as crazy as her.
    Maybe more so.

    The girl coughs and waves the Maven in. "Sorry it's not like House Buvelle or whatever fancy place you live in now, but... Uh." Inside is a bachelorette pad, a single lady's house. Slightly messy, but comfortable, with grafitti'd walls and hand me down furniture and furnishings. The Cannon leads Sona into the kitchen/dining room and waves at the fridge. "Leftovers In there, just... uh, pick what you like." She's recovering though as she shuffles back over to the living room and flops a bit in her couch, pikcing up her can of coffee again and slurping.

Sona Buvelle (586) has posed:
There's amusement on Sona's face. For all of her faults, healing someone she considers entertaining and unusual brings her joy. She all but float-dances behind Jinx, though that's not all that unusual. Who /else/ in the League makes her opponents dance, after all?

There's a wave of a hand dismissively, and then she's delving shamelessly into said fridge. She comes out with a container of noodles, and chopsticks. Sluuuurp. Somehow, even devouring noodles noisily manages to look graceful. It's just natural.

Then, she floats over to a seat. Rather than tax Etwahl, she pulls out a pad and pen.

'It's fine. It suits you. The chaotic soul of an artist, with such a curious paint!' She shows the notepad. Her writing's neat and flowing. She then sips her own can. Write-write!

'Has the Confederacy treated you well?' Small frown! From friend, to doting sister.

Jinx (39) has posed:
    Jinx bluhs and leans a bit on Sona as she sits there. Doting sister, unlike some sisters she could name. She does spot the writing, and smiles. "They do pretty good, yeah. Not quite the same sort of support as the Institute, but... well, no one can have that now can they?" She looks a bit at the heavy bangle on her wrist, the hextech tool... and leash.
    Another sip of coffee. "And I am an artist, aren't I? I mean ,I did Piltover pretty good."

Sona Buvelle (586) has posed:
Sona simply nods for a moment, chewing on her pen momentarily. She looks from bangle, to tool, to...leash. She starts to write, then scratches something else.

Scritch-scritch. 'You deserve to be free. A restrained artist is a withering one. I hope you find that in the Confederacy.'

Here, Sona /grins/.

'That you did. And as stylishly and loudly as ever. Ever considered learning music?'

Jinx (39) has posed:
    The Bluenette snorts and smiles. "One day maybe, when I'nm not a dangerous criminal." The tone of voice makes that last bit sound like NEVER. Jinx snickers and wiggles a bit, leaning to plant her back agaonst Sona's shoulder. "But yeah, Ez joined up with the Union and I kicked his ass last night. No finishing him off though, that'd be rude."

Sona Buvelle (586) has posed:
Sona just rolls her eyes, reaches back, and just ruffles the Bluenette's hair. A shake of her head. Oh, silly criminal~.

Sona hardly objects, devouring noodles as she listens. A foot reaches out, and flicks Etwahl.

'Good manners and avoiding needless death are why the League exists. I'm glad you're upholding those even now. Any plans for the future? Or just going to keep enjoying your life?' Trust Sona to try to make Jinx /think/.

Jinx (39) has posed:
    Jinx huffs. "Well it's not like if I killed him the first time he showed up I'd be... you know... welcome back." She was about to say something more, but then Sona's fingers and rufflign her hair and she squeaks and puffs. "C-careful."

Sona Buvelle (586) has posed:
There's a shrug of her shoulders. 'Well, only if you were cau...' She hastily scribbles out those words. Cough.

She'd know a little something about that. Even if it wasn't her fault. Totally!

A puffing Jinx gets a grin. Rather than words, she just sticks out her tongue at Jinx. Her eyes all but scream 'You're adorable sometimes'. Then Jinx gets a friendly shove as the woman gets up to get more coffee.

She pauses, however and looks back.

'Thank you, Jinx. I appreciate someone who's willing to treat me like a person, rather than some starlet or cripple.'

Jinx (39) has posed:
    "Pssss why wouldn't you be a person? I mean, that's stupid." She wobbles from the shove before she shovels more food in her mouth. "Mmm. But seriously, that's... you're mute you're not... well." She huffs, and goes back to leaning once Sona returns. "You're just crazy, that's all."

Sona Buvelle (586) has posed:
Sona visibly puffs her cheeks. 'Crazy'. Even as she's leaned on, she does her best to muss up Jinx's hair in retaliation!

'I am not crazy. I am 'artistically gifted'.' She nods several times. Totally not crazy. Ignore what the rumors say.

Jinx (39) has posed:
    Jinx snorts through her nose and waves her fork. "Look, Sona, I can spot crazy, I am crazy, you know, so..." She wiggles at the hand in her hair again, and grumps. "It's okay, we're all crazy." Maybe that's how she spots it!
    She turns and plants her coffee on the table and grumbles. "If you're going to mess with my hair, do the braids at least."

Sona Buvelle (586) has posed:
There's a long, long cheek-puff of prideful indignation. It doesn't last.

'The rest is more fun! It's all about the inconvenience.' Teases the woman, adding a heart to her words. Sluuurp. Crush! No more can.

'Then I guess I'll just have to keep sharing my crazy with the world. If we're all crazy, maybe that means we're normal. Everyone else is insane.'

Jinx (39) has posed:
    Jinx lets out a laugh, and sighs. She grumbles though and starts undoing her braids, some stains and bloody spots showing through the long long hair. "Bluh, I forgot to do this last night."
    "And I have a doctors note, so I'm okay. Everyone else needs help." A happy grin and she sighs. "You're closer to the folks in the Institute. Any-anything going on I need to know about?"

Sona Buvelle (586) has posed:
Another amused eye-roll. Scritch-scritch! 'I should have brought my good conditioner, it does wonders for getting blood out.'

For now, though, she'll let the poor bluenette de-braid herself.

A rub of the chin.

'Boring, as usual. Little changes, mmm...I think poor Ahri has been on something of a losing streak. Three and three in the last week, myself.' Shrug. Win some, lose some, who cares as long as she can make music.

Jinx (39) has posed:
    Jinx lets out a huff and a puff. "Well I'll have to send her something nice and thank her for not draining me dry that one time we fought out here." She snorts and smiles. "I did a 1 v 1 on the Murderbridge with her to show people what she can do and.. uh, she sorta stomped me into the bridge and killed me." The second braid comes undon, and Jinx's long cascade of knotted, kinked hair is free, spots of dried blood flaking slightly.

Sona Buvelle (586) has posed:
Sona visibly winces.

'I would have hoped for something more...polite. I would have expected such out of Miss Vi.' Curiousity, however, lingers.

'I do hope you haven't developed any phobias of tailed persons and bridges now!' Then, she's helping get all that gunk out. How? Magic. Literally. Sona starts to play a little tv-comercial jingle that 'blow dries' it out. Freaking mages.

Jinx (39) has posed:
    There's a little oooh of breath from Jinx as that air starts going through her hair, eyes wobbling a bit before she leans her head forward. "Nah, she's a nice girl Fox. Person, but she's still all sorts of learning about stuff, so... uh she got really embarassed and shit about it. I think she's still spooked."

Sona Buvelle (586) has posed:
Sona frowns slightly, then, slowly smiles.

Two arms wrap about Jinx from behind, and she's shaken to-and-fro for a moment as excitement fills the Maven. Then, she lets go, and does a floaty-spin over to face Jinx.

She makes several hand motions, before realizing that Jinx probably doesn't know sign language. Cue more writing.

'Then let us cheer her up! How about it? A girl's night out on the town! My treat! You, Ahri, and me. We'll go shopping, movies, dinner, a bar...anything you two would like! Show her that she's really a person, and not some monster. What do you think?'

Jinx (39) has posed:
    Jinx blinks a bit, before she's plucked up by the apparetnly stronger Sona, her skinny body swaying a bit. She stammers but leans into the hug, taking it for what it is and grins. "I... I'd like that. JJust... uh, we gotta do that last bti somewhere I haven't been kicked out. I get excited at movies."

Sona Buvelle (586) has posed:
Finally, poor Jinx is let go as Sona's enthusiasm fades just slightly.

There's a tiny little noise. It's probably a sigh. 'I will...do some looking. Have you ever visited, mmm...Oh! I know a place." Smiiiile.

'Though...you should be fine, and she and I will need new clothes. Something 'modern'.' She holds out a flyer for a small threater. It seems to be in the Shadowrun world!

Jinx (39) has posed:
    Sona gets a giggle, before the bluenette turns around and hugs. HUGS! "mmmh. Thanks, uh..." She leans against the taller support and grumbles. "Mind just... chilling here for a while? Nice to have company."

Sona Buvelle (586) has posed:
Jinx-hugs! Sona clings right back, giving another to-and-fro shake! Like a kid with a plushie.

"I have all day free. Come! I'll tell a few stories from home."