( the hissing whispers of the forest are of no bother to jinx. in fact, it's not like she can differentiate which ones are in her head or the ones from the woods. it's still an old hat to her and the teen ventures on without a single care to it. what's bothering is this new thing that's written on her scroll. how is she suppose to make everyone feel secure by her?
and why would she protect these losers from anything unless they are of importance to her? rebuilding the city is another joke, especially she is only given a month to build something. combing her fingers through her bangs in frustrations, jinx plops herself down by a nearby tree -- blowing out a sigh then flashes up a gaze to the evergreens. )
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and why would she protect these losers from anything unless they are of importance to her? rebuilding the city is another joke, especially she is only given a month to build something. combing her fingers through her bangs in frustrations, jinx plops herself down by a nearby tree -- blowing out a sigh then flashes up a gaze to the evergreens. )