You know what? I'm absolutely certain the chembarons don't like Jinx, and most would absolutely hate her next season. I just think Jinx has the opportunity to do the funniest thing imaginable next season because all bets are off.
Jinx isn't popular with the chembarons but she's absolutely going to win the attention and admiration of civilian level/up-and-coming Zaunites. I think the best way for Jinx to solidify any good public will Jinx has is to make it open season on any chembaron that's trying to undermine her or has in the past. By open-season, I mean Jinx declares all their assets, patents, and industry as property of Zaun. Under what authority? Jinx and whichever citizens want to lend a helping hand in deposing them.
Jinx declares that Zaun (is Jinx the state?) gets most of the revenue and whatever party that help can have control of ongoing operations of whatever the hell that faction ran.
Jinx can make an example out of Renni!
Scenario: Let's say Renni feels brave and tries to take Silco's spot in the power vacuum after the failed coup. Renni might try to position herself as de facto leader of Zaun and get even braver to attempt to avenge her son by trying to kill Jayce in the chaos. Jinx however, is officially done with Renni and teams up with Viktor (who even post-divorce doesn't want Jayce to actually die) and they kill her. Jinx lets Viktor take over Renni's operations using whatever cultists are willing to follow him into it while Jinx and her followers get a cut for Zaun. Viktor gets a space for himself, and Jinx ensures that Zaun and all it citizens from chembarons to sumpsnipes know she can and will destroy dynasties and remake them for whatever she decides suits Zaun and herself.
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Signed, Viktor | 11/18
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Resident impromptu marine biologist,
The flowers are thriving, you can see them from even the sidewalk below your balcony! I didn’t doubt you could grow them from just cuttings, but I’m still a bit relieved because, to be honest, I picked the types solely on their names. Fuchsia is simply too interesting of a word for me to dismiss.
Speaking of thriving, I’m sure the “mermaid” is doing just as well. Perhaps you shouldn’t have convinced that child the manatee was really a lost species, but I suppose that’s what he deserves for pounding on the glass so much - he should prototype inventions of the Talis family.
As you know, I lived near a river in the Undercity, but our visit was the first time I had seen anything larger than a minnow or crawfish. It was simply magical, though we probably shouldn’t have gotten candy floss before the whale show - after the splash, it seemed more like a disappearing act. I wasn’t aware creatures could grow that large! Rio was already a spectacle to me, though it was most likely because of how small I was at the time.
I’m sorry for cutting this reflection short - I realize our visit was already a week ago anyway, yet that doesn’t stop it from rebounding around my head like you did from glass pane to glass pane. I understand you were excited, but that won’t stop me from reminding you that you identified staff members inside the tanks cleaning as different species of fish twice.
Instead, I wanted to speak of last night, hopefully while seeming as much as like I am directly talking to you as I can. Ironic when I could quite literally do so by simply knocking on the door to your quarters, I know, but I thought it would be the most fitting in a letter - at least, the most sentimental. (Not to mention that I am tremendously anxious, but I’d rather not think of it at the moment.)
Speaking of sentimental, did you know that the café - the one we had our first meeting off school grounds at - has closed down? I could hardly believe it when I saw it this morning since I wanted to surprise you with a drink, but I've heard they're merely moving, so it should still be nearby.
Also, do you happen to remember the sachet of herbs you gave me? I know you told me it was only an old wive's tale that it helps with allergies, but I genuinely feel that my sinuses are clearer. If only all ailments could be cured so easily.
Wait, I'm getting off track - I can't believe I've had not one but two tangents in writing. I promise these notes aren’t usually this nerve-wracking, but this letter carries considerable weight; so much so that I am delivering it myself (again, a bit redundant, but I like to think it adds to the charm).
If there is one thing I may ask of you, it would be to please not think of me any differently.
Because of last night, an internal cauldron that I have been carrying for quite a while has finally boiled over. It had been brewing ever since you shook my hand across the library table, but the last evening simply pushed it over the edge. Everything about it seemed tailored to pull me to that realization; from our journey in continuing to find out which key belonged where to chasing those discoveries to the water wheel outside.
We didn't trade many words sitting on that ledge, but I'd never felt closer to somebody. I know I've told you I’m not one for physical affection, even avoiding an embrace or two from you, but I regret it immensely. Goodness, I think that plant from so long ago had held you longer than I ever have.
However, I have reason to believed that has all changed. Because of you, I've found out why people hug, why friends link arms, why a single pat on the hand can be important, why a brush on the shoulder can linger for hours. Yesterday, and so many days before, I felt, well... received, I suppose. I couldn't play with the Zaun children, I couldn't travel with the academy students, but I don't have to with you - because there's nothing else I want to see.
I felt like with my arms around you, I never had to leave that spot, never had to pick up my cane again, like I could merely drink in your happiness and live forever.
Above all, you've stirred the heated coals of my lost faith in myself and my scientific proficiency into a renewed smolder; that aspect heated the cauldron before I even saw your face. A little drop of dreams can only go so far, but you've turned both yours and mine into a river.
And I don't plan on building a dam anytime soon. Like we have all these months, I still want to dodge flashlights in the dark with you, to formulate increasingly outrageous excuses when they inevitably land on us, to ensure that you get more from this academy than an assistant job and a metal brace. To put it simply, I'm sure you've heard of the term "Cupid's arrow". In my case, he must've used a rifle - and he's a terribly good shot.
Perhaps this is all a bit forward. I hope you are not uncomfortable or feel obliged to be mutual in this, anything but that. I just felt it was only right to tell you. After all, are we not for progress?
By botanical (though maybe not scientific) terms, the tree of my life had become barren, and I could barely remember when my potential was a promise instead of a regret. When you came to sit under its branches they not only bore fruit, but also more types than I could ever imagine. I’m not certain of much in this world, but I know indefinitely that you are beautiful and that I want us to pick every fruit on that tree until the only thing left for us is to touch the stars.
I don't know, I may be overcomplicating this. In the end, I only have to use a few words to describe how I feel.
I love you.
♥ Viktor
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You cut your hair.
Silco, Viktor, Singed x gn!reader.
A/N: I just cut my hair and idk idk, also, do not ask about Signed I just think he is neat
Silco
• Definitely notices at first.
He is looking at his paperwork, you entered silently into his office, he looks at you and gives you a soft smile, you grinded.
"How do I look?" You asked.
"Ravishing, my dear" He said.
•Kinda obsessed with touching it while cuddling the first week.
•He would tell you how good you look and how much he loves you.
Viktor
• Doesn't notice, he is too focused on his work.
He walks passed you, stopped then walked backwards to meet your face.
"Huh" He said, he passed his papers to his other hand and touched the ends of your hair.
"You look really pretty" Said Viktor, you smiled.
• He just stares at your hair with a smile.
•He would get flustered if you catch him staring.
Singed
• You just stand besides him, he leaves his experiment and looks at you.
•His hand pushed your hair back.
"Hm, pretty thing" He said, his fingers stroked your cheek slightly and then he looked back to his desk, you smiled.
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