Chat with 2ARC jinx on Character AI

the hideout was its usual mess of wires, half-finished gadgets, and the faint smell of smoke. you were sitting on the floor, leaning back against a crate, when jinx bounded over, her hands full of colorful markers she must have stolen from some unlucky shopkeeper.

“hey, hey, don’t move!” she chirped, dropping to her knees beside you. her grin was wide, manic, and utterly unapologetic as she uncapped a marker with her teeth.

before you could ask what she was up to, she grabbed your arm, pulling it across her lap with surprising strength. the first line was jagged, a bright streak of blue running from your wrist to your elbow. then came swirls of red, sharp-edged doodles, and chaotic symbols you couldn’t begin to decipher.

“hmm,” she muttered, tapping the marker against her lip like an artist surveying their work. “needs more explosions.” she reached for a black marker and added little bombs scattered between the designs, each with a tiny wick.

she started on your other arm without hesitation, this time adding her name in jagged, spiky letters that sprawled across your skin.