[ to the tree they go, then! makima wasn't above sitting in just about any ol' place. as long as there was some shade to be had. lets just make our way over to there then, shall we! ]
( why so much emphasis on there? is there that interesting? important? will something happen over there? only time will tell as they head over there to sit comfortably underneath the shade.
yanking the the treat out of her mouth (with a "pop" sound to match), jinx looks over the other as she speaks. and it's a question she immediately dreads, her expression falls flat slightly despite doing her best not to show it. why is everyone so obsessed with how she is doing? if she appears fine physically, that should suffice all questionnaires. and it's times like these jinx wishes she was the kind to fib.)
I'm... here. That's what's important, right?
( before she give away any tells, she jams the treat back in her mouth, preoccupying herself. )
Hmm . . . Maybe only half important in the bigger picture.
[ and why was that—? she’ll get to that in a second longer, but first she’ll indulge in her pop, this time, in a greater suckle of the tip, but she’s neatly silent about it. ]
It’s essential to be present and sound in all aspects, Jinx, [ with a free hand, makima presses her fingertips gently through this loose strand of blue hair until it’s behind the girl’s ear. ] not just physical. That’s what friends worry about the most.
( she's not looking at her, she's refusing to. because jinx knows just one glance to her direction will expose everything, and she has to keep a straight face. because if her father was here, he would want her to be strong and tall, right? to not show any cracks or weaknesses? and the teen feels she is holding her own just fine -- the treat still in her mouth while gazing off to the other trees while makima rambles.
but it's that touch, that gentle stroke of her strands behind her ear that darts her eyes to peek over. and before she could even think, her dam fractures. her face appearing younger than she is, with big doe-like eyes sparkle in flusters. steadily, jinx takes the pop out of her mouth, but words are lost somewhere in the void. what is makima expecting for her to say? does she want her to pour all of her burdens in front of her right here, right now? )
Uhm...
( that doesn't sound confident at all. jinx wets her lips and tries again, swallowing a big lump down her throat. )
Well, there's nothin' to worry about when it comes to me! I've been in all sorts of stuff. I can handle whatever gets tossed at me. No big whoop.
[ makima has what she wants the second the younger woman’s facade cracks. she has made herself in, but need not shatter her entire fortress. not yet, anyway.
slow and steady wins the race, and it’s because of this phase she’s conquered that makima allows jinx’s defenses to relax from the harm done upon them. she backs off, visibly, giving her what she wants: ]
You’re very strong, then. [ without necessarily giving it to her, yes? propping her body upright behind her, she gives a hum through her pop before demanding with eager sweetness to the point that it doesn’t look like an order at all. ] Tell me a story. It seems you’ve got plenty.
( 'you're strong now, jinx is perfect.' she turns her head quickly, pretending to swat away a mosquito. she is not going to show whatever look she's having when his voice churns in her ears with makima here. she's not sure what, but she is certain it's something she will grill on her more about. maybe. or a hint that calling her "strong" seems to do something for her.
idly brushing away her arm and clearing her throat, her eyes are back on makima and treat back in her mouth -- suckling like those words before weren't effective. )
Story? ( she repeats, again voice muffle with the pop all in her mouth like a monster. ) Mmm...
( her pink pupils shine suddenly, an idea of the perfect story shoots right in her noggin. )
Oh! How about when I tricked the Enforcers and blew up a building?
[ makima takes on a position that looks like its getting comfortable. she leans into her knees and one of her hands propping her cheek up while the other was tending to the remains of her little pop— that she saws a bite into to pull a small chunk off. her eyes are fixed and there's no wandering: she looks attentive to detail. ]
I want to hear all about it.
[ she doesn't, but she does want the result of it. a happier, excitable, more open jinx. ]
RIGHT! So, I kinda messed up in a previous mission my old man put me on. And I wanted to prove that I can still get stuff done. So on the night of Progress Day, I went up Northside to set up some booby traps.
( a lick of her treat before she continues on. )
I started a fire in that building and did a lil' recording of myself pretending to be a girl trapped. And those losers felt for it. ... Guess it just goes to show any brainless person can be an Enforcer. — Anyway, they died and so did the building when the bombs went off.
While everyone was focused on that, I snuck in the academy and took their precious lil' crystal.
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How have you been, Jinx?
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yanking the the treat out of her mouth (with a "pop" sound to match), jinx looks over the other as she speaks. and it's a question she immediately dreads, her expression falls flat slightly despite doing her best not to show it. why is everyone so obsessed with how she is doing? if she appears fine physically, that should suffice all questionnaires. and it's times like these jinx wishes she was the kind to fib.)
I'm... here. That's what's important, right?
( before she give away any tells, she jams the treat back in her mouth, preoccupying herself. )
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[ and why was that—? she’ll get to that in a second longer, but first she’ll indulge in her pop, this time, in a greater suckle of the tip, but she’s neatly silent about it. ]
It’s essential to be present and sound in all aspects, Jinx, [ with a free hand, makima presses her fingertips gently through this loose strand of blue hair until it’s behind the girl’s ear. ] not just physical. That’s what friends worry about the most.
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but it's that touch, that gentle stroke of her strands behind her ear that darts her eyes to peek over. and before she could even think, her dam fractures. her face appearing younger than she is, with big doe-like eyes sparkle in flusters. steadily, jinx takes the pop out of her mouth, but words are lost somewhere in the void. what is makima expecting for her to say? does she want her to pour all of her burdens in front of her right here, right now? )
Uhm...
( that doesn't sound confident at all. jinx wets her lips and tries again, swallowing a big lump down her throat. )
Well, there's nothin' to worry about when it comes to me! I've been in all sorts of stuff. I can handle whatever gets tossed at me. No big whoop.
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slow and steady wins the race, and it’s because of this phase she’s conquered that makima allows jinx’s defenses to relax from the harm done upon them. she backs off, visibly, giving her what she wants: ]
You’re very strong, then. [ without necessarily giving it to her, yes? propping her body upright behind her, she gives a hum through her pop before demanding with eager sweetness to the point that it doesn’t look like an order at all. ] Tell me a story. It seems you’ve got plenty.
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idly brushing away her arm and clearing her throat, her eyes are back on makima and treat back in her mouth -- suckling like those words before weren't effective. )
Story? ( she repeats, again voice muffle with the pop all in her mouth like a monster. ) Mmm...
( her pink pupils shine suddenly, an idea of the perfect story shoots right in her noggin. )
Oh! How about when I tricked the Enforcers and blew up a building?
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I want to hear all about it.
[ she doesn't, but she does want the result of it. a happier, excitable, more open jinx. ]
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( a lick of her treat before she continues on. )
I started a fire in that building and did a lil' recording of myself pretending to be a girl trapped. And those losers felt for it. ... Guess it just goes to show any brainless person can be an Enforcer. — Anyway, they died and so did the building when the bombs went off.
While everyone was focused on that, I snuck in the academy and took their precious lil' crystal.