Yeah, that's the REAL bummer about this place not being Zaun.
( as if scott knows what "zaun" is in the first place. although come to think of it, they've been friends for this long, and they know pretty little about each other beyond the basics. well, he knows the shimmer thing, and he's the only one so far who knows about it in great details. and somehow, letting him know about it didn't blow up in her face. so maybe letting him in more about herself won't be such a bad thing. after all, he... did see vi's younger self in the maze and witnessed how she was being treated. hrm.)
— Back home if I wanted bullets, I'd just ask. No matter when or what time of the day.
[Scott will hold back his opinion that it's not too much of a bummer. Maybe easy for him to say since he can shoot beams out of his eyes, but he's never been too much of a gun guy anyway. Honestly, defending himself from others never really crossed his mind until he got here, even though he got into a few scuffles back home. It was just assholes throwing punches, nothing really big.
He's aware that it was very different for her though. She grew up in a rough place.]
Honestly, that really doesn't feel too much different from America. I mean, I'm pretty sure you have to be at least 21 or something to buy a gun and ammo, but it's still not that hard.
( she stares at her friend, completely dumbfounded. and she tries to imagine herself how things would be if her weapons weren't a part of her life. it would be dull, that's for sure -- and what would she build if not her friends? )
An age can't determine anything. If it's about maturity, you can be BEYOND twenty-one and still be a clumsy oaf and shoot your own eye out if you're dumb enough.
( jinx hadn't seen anyone be ungraceful with a weapon personally, but she's aware there are idiots out there who don't have the slightest idea how to use anything properly. )
— You just gotta train the person real good from the start. Then you got nothin' to worry about!
[She sort of has a point, like Scott can see how maturity and training and all that should be way more important than age. It's how he's felt a lot about certain things too, like he should totally be allowed to drive a motorcycle and get his license if he studied real hard on it. ...Okay, maybe he doesn't fully get it. Granted, he's still not sure if Jinx should really have a gun, but he knows to keep those thoughts to himself.
Man, the place she grew up really must be something though. Scott barely stops himself from lifting one shoulder in a half shrug, just placing his hands in his pockets.]
Most of the people I know back home don't train for stuff like that. We just... go to school. Do homework and shit.
Yyyessh, no wonder you're a dud buzzkill sometimes. If that's the life you were livin', I don't wanna be a part of it.
( a rude thing to say, she knows, but hopefully the smile she flashes him will make up for it. jinx links her arm around his, then tugs him in a direction away from the zombie arcade game. )
Alright! — Jinx one, Scott zero. It's your turn to pick the next game. Best to three, okay?
[Scott can't stop the sarcastic reply this time, because wow!! Jinx could be a little less rude about the way life was for him back home. But he's not actually upset, because he's still having fun, the corner of his mouth tugging into a smile as she pulls him from the arcade machine. Okay, next game next game...
He takes a look around, because honestly, he doesn't want to play the knowledge game, so maybe...]
How about the crane machine? [He points to said machine, a cabinet that has multiple plushies and everything. Maybe he can kill two birds with one stone here, beat Jinx and win a plush for Kotone. Wow, genius idea! Scott smiles a little, trying to lead her towards it.]
( and this is where scott discovers something about jinx that not many people do. so many of the chosen sees jinx as a girl who is dangerous, ruthless, heartless, and cynical. and while all of this is very true, there's a side of her that only a selective handful of people get to witness. at the sight of the machine that carried various plushies inside, jinx's eyes wide and shine in pure excitement. her smile beams vibrantly, and tugs poor scott along as she squeals. )
Oh my gosh, look at them!!
( letting go of her friend, the girl presses her palms (and almost her face) against the glass as she gasps over the display of dolls. )
They all look so adorable! I don't know which I should to go for first, they all need a good home...!
( it's a strange sight, isn't it? someone who is a terrorist, who has a body count, and invents deadly weapons and machinery is this ecstatic over playthings. it's why some people like her sister, ragna, quentin, and possibly a few others are usually beside themselves regarding jinx. on one hand, she is a menace, but on the other? she's... just a girl with human emotions and needs. like everyone else. )
[He definitely was not expecting that scream of pure excitement from Jinx, a startled noise leaving Scott as he's suddenly tugged along with her to the machine. Is she really this excited? He didn't know she would be this ecstatic about a crane machine, but the reason why quickly becomes apparent and Scott barely stops his jaw from sliding open in shock.
She... she's squealing about plushies. Like a regular girl.
Scott just stands there for a moment, a couple of feet behind, still in shock about all this, because... who would've thought? Dangerous Jinx that talks about blowing buildings and shooting people can still get cutesy about stuff like this. Since he values his life, he doesn't point it out, only stepping closer so that he's next to her again.]
Hard to choose just one, huh? [He asks, almost helpless, a large grin to him because this is kind of cute.] How about you go first?
( even if he didn't offer for her to go first, her hand was already on the joystick and twitching it around, despite it needing a coin to operate. the teenager beams a smile towards his direction, then focuses stiffly to her selections. )
Lessee... I got a bunny and a pup at home. So I'm thinkin' a cat will be the next choice to go for.
( letting go of the stick, jinx takes a step back and begins to maneuver around the machine in search of the animal. with them so jammed in there like a can of sardines, it's definitely hard to pinpoint if there's a feline plush for the taking. )
[As she fiddles with the joystick, a passing thought crosses Scott of 'maybe he'll just give her his plushie if he wins.' He loves Kotone and he'll definitely get her something later, but it's a little hard resisting the urge to give Jinx something if the game doesn't slide up to her favor this time. She's just so fucking excited...]
Cat's a good choice.
[He looks over the various plushies squished together in the machine and it's definitely hard at first to find what she's looking for, but...] How about that one?
[While Scott can't exactly see the colors, he points to an adorable orange cat that's buried underneath a... weird Jack Frost doll and a mushroom? He doesn't quite get it, but they're not trying for those prizes anyway.]
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( as if scott knows what "zaun" is in the first place. although come to think of it, they've been friends for this long, and they know pretty little about each other beyond the basics. well, he knows the shimmer thing, and he's the only one so far who knows about it in great details. and somehow, letting him know about it didn't blow up in her face. so maybe letting him in more about herself won't be such a bad thing. after all, he... did see vi's younger self in the maze and witnessed how she was being treated. hrm.)
— Back home if I wanted bullets, I'd just ask. No matter when or what time of the day.
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He's aware that it was very different for her though. She grew up in a rough place.]
Honestly, that really doesn't feel too much different from America. I mean, I'm pretty sure you have to be at least 21 or something to buy a gun and ammo, but it's still not that hard.
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( she stares at her friend, completely dumbfounded. and she tries to imagine herself how things would be if her weapons weren't a part of her life. it would be dull, that's for sure -- and what would she build if not her friends? )
An age can't determine anything. If it's about maturity, you can be BEYOND twenty-one and still be a clumsy oaf and shoot your own eye out if you're dumb enough.
( jinx hadn't seen anyone be ungraceful with a weapon personally, but she's aware there are idiots out there who don't have the slightest idea how to use anything properly. )
— You just gotta train the person real good from the start. Then you got nothin' to worry about!
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[She sort of has a point, like Scott can see how maturity and training and all that should be way more important than age. It's how he's felt a lot about certain things too, like he should totally be allowed to drive a motorcycle and get his license if he studied real hard on it. ...Okay, maybe he doesn't fully get it. Granted, he's still not sure if Jinx should really have a gun, but he knows to keep those thoughts to himself.
Man, the place she grew up really must be something though. Scott barely stops himself from lifting one shoulder in a half shrug, just placing his hands in his pockets.]
Most of the people I know back home don't train for stuff like that. We just... go to school. Do homework and shit.
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( a rude thing to say, she knows, but hopefully the smile she flashes him will make up for it. jinx links her arm around his, then tugs him in a direction away from the zombie arcade game. )
Alright! — Jinx one, Scott zero. It's your turn to pick the next game. Best to three, okay?
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[Scott can't stop the sarcastic reply this time, because wow!! Jinx could be a little less rude about the way life was for him back home. But he's not actually upset, because he's still having fun, the corner of his mouth tugging into a smile as she pulls him from the arcade machine. Okay, next game next game...
He takes a look around, because honestly, he doesn't want to play the knowledge game, so maybe...]
How about the crane machine? [He points to said machine, a cabinet that has multiple plushies and everything. Maybe he can kill two birds with one stone here, beat Jinx and win a plush for Kotone. Wow, genius idea! Scott smiles a little, trying to lead her towards it.]
First person to get a prize wins?
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Oh my gosh, look at them!!
( letting go of her friend, the girl presses her palms (and almost her face) against the glass as she gasps over the display of dolls. )
They all look so adorable! I don't know which I should to go for first, they all need a good home...!
( it's a strange sight, isn't it? someone who is a terrorist, who has a body count, and invents deadly weapons and machinery is this ecstatic over playthings. it's why some people like her sister, ragna, quentin, and possibly a few others are usually beside themselves regarding jinx. on one hand, she is a menace, but on the other? she's... just a girl with human emotions and needs. like everyone else. )
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She... she's squealing about plushies. Like a regular girl.
Scott just stands there for a moment, a couple of feet behind, still in shock about all this, because... who would've thought? Dangerous Jinx that talks about blowing buildings and shooting people can still get cutesy about stuff like this. Since he values his life, he doesn't point it out, only stepping closer so that he's next to her again.]
Hard to choose just one, huh? [He asks, almost helpless, a large grin to him because this is kind of cute.] How about you go first?
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Lessee... I got a bunny and a pup at home. So I'm thinkin' a cat will be the next choice to go for.
( letting go of the stick, jinx takes a step back and begins to maneuver around the machine in search of the animal. with them so jammed in there like a can of sardines, it's definitely hard to pinpoint if there's a feline plush for the taking. )
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Cat's a good choice.
[He looks over the various plushies squished together in the machine and it's definitely hard at first to find what she's looking for, but...] How about that one?
[While Scott can't exactly see the colors, he points to an adorable orange cat that's buried underneath a... weird Jack Frost doll and a mushroom? He doesn't quite get it, but they're not trying for those prizes anyway.]