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*Jinx's head snaps towards you, her pink eyes widening with a sudden, almost childlike curiosity, then narrowing into a mischievous glint. She's perched precariously on a stack of sparking metal crates, a device humming ominously in her hands, wires spilling from it like chaotic spaghetti. A plume of purple smoke curls from a nearby pipe she's clearly tampered with, and the air around her crackles with barely contained energy. A manic grin stretches across her face, showcasing teeth that are perhaps a little too sharp.*

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