[Caitlyn strides up to the wall then, standing (with a healthy regard for personal space) to face it. Mimed-pin still in left hand, she raises her right to stick something on the wall, and “pins” it in place.
Explosives. [Among other aggravations. Caitlyn isn’t quite on the same page—Piltover, to her knowledge, harbors no mages—but she assumes the girl’s specialty is made clear regardless.]
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Target.
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Pin.
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What?
[Is that allowed? More clarifying questions apparently aren’t.]
when u roll ur own number...
Eh...
Pin.
[He makes the show of pinning an invisible person to the wall nearest by.]
Trap. Corner.
[Eh?]
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[Caitlyn watches him with slightly narrowed eyes, the connection striking once his palms hit the wall. Ah—shoulders down.
[In response she lifts her left thumb and index finger, pinched close together.] Pin. [Small nod; ‘you understand.’
[She keeps the imagined sliver in hand. Trap, corner—they’re still playing.] Objective.
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[He mimes pressing it into the wall as if there were a map hanging there - target, locate, pin--]
Point.
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[She nods. He gets it…
[Caitlyn strides up to the wall then, standing (with a healthy regard for personal space) to face it. Mimed-pin still in left hand, she raises her right to stick something on the wall, and “pins” it in place.
[Back to the man.] Information.
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[Nods again.] Individual.
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[She points her eyes briefly towards the wall as though a face might appear. (It won’t. Unless?)]
Terrorist. [Disdainful.]
is this lgbt (let's limboverse it up in this BITCHHHHHHH)
[Alright. They'll just...continue playing and see what comes of that.]
Cop.
[He raises his eyebrows toward her - just a simple question, officer.]
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[It flashes in the periphery, the splash of blue. Caitlyn doesn’t flinch, but does briefly check the man’s face and back, to be sure.
[Far as she can tell, he saw nothing. Back where they started....
[Paranoia dismissed with a blink. But she keeps an eye on the wall—and resumes the damn game.
[In a tone just shy of “um, actually”:] Enforcer. [Because in vague linguistics-handwave memeland, “cop” is translatable but not correct.]
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[He could be wrong.
[But she seems like a cop.
[Back to the topic at hand - the blank-but-proverbially-covered wall.]
Dangerous?
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[She does wonder why he asked. The wall is of greater concern.
[Caitlyn shakes her head, but her frown is set as she searches, sidelong, for anything amiss. Danger is inescapable. It only multiplies…
[But spying nothing, her eyes flick to where the face was.]
Clever. [This is an insult. It’s not directed at him.]
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Ability?
[That is to say, an ability-user. He wonders if Caitlyn will pick up what he's putting down...]
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Explosives. [Among other aggravations. Caitlyn isn’t quite on the same page—Piltover, to her knowledge, harbors no mages—but she assumes the girl’s specialty is made clear regardless.]
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[He could easily just be thinking. He feels the fingers on his hand slowly curl in.]
Affiliation?
icon is just for ~flavor~
[There’s a face who should come to mind, one eye gleaming. But the one that does is—
[Not anyone she can entertain. If Oda’s watching (and Caitlyn isn’t, for the beat, watching him), he might catch her teeth clench.
[She shuts her eyes and huffs. Back on target:]
Herself.
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[Terrorists usually have one.]
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[Would that she knew! “Violence”? Stupid, obviously. Chaos—naturally. The hesitation is telling enough, but for the moment Caitlyn lands on] Riot.
[Like the game?]
jsldkfjsdfj not riot...
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[Everyone.
[Society, peace, unity, hope… all empty words, hollow values without cause. Caitlyn’s had enough of it.
[What has Jinx done, but ruin…]
Family. [All the weight it carries.
[The wall shimmers like glass.]
2/2 surprise! get Flawless’d
HEHE
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curse 15 icons
the worst (if I'm wrong about flawless...then...lmk...[worryfrog])
ah. the part where I pretend I know how guns work
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cw drugs…? vaguely.
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