letsrunitback: (I'll think about it)
Ekko ([personal profile] letsrunitback) wrote in [community profile] peacockstop 2025-01-17 12:26 am (UTC)

Always a dance with you

[Ekko, meanwhile, has been moving about this labrynth, trying to find a way out. Like her, he's never been in the brothels in the lanes, even if some members of the Firelights used to 'work' there before they found a home with him, so seeing so much sex in place is more than a little overwhelming. He had been hoping to find an exit, find some daylight, but the staff keep him hemmed in, constantly blocking his path and funneling him back towards the action.

It doesn't help that the air is thick, not just with the scent of sex, but also of some sort of perfume. Something about it is getting into his head, into his blood, in a way that he can't shake. He needs some fresh air, and finally finds an elevator that's unguarded. It might be a way out, or at least a way to the roof, and he impatiently presses the 'up' button once he reaches it.

There's a ding when it arrives, and when it opens, he's face to face with something that he doesn't expect.]


...Jinx...???

[Once again, flung to another world, and there she is, right in front of him. Though, at first glance, she appears to be every bit the Jinx he remembers, and not some other version. In his head, he tries to figure out how this is even possible, his mind running through a thousand possibilities. It isn't until the 'ding' of the elevator and the doors starting to close that he realizes he's just standing there.

He springs into action, catching the doors and forcing them open, before stepping into the elevator with her. The doors close behind him, and there he is. With her. His best enemy.]


What are you doing here?

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