Uhhh yeah. I haven't seen any threesome pairings of these guys yet so.

Heh.


Triforce

Order - Strength - Wit


It's a windy fall night, and Jinx can't find the energy to sleep tonight. There are schematics floating around in her head, disjointed, begging her to pin them together on a blueprint—a new gun, maybe, or a sticky electric bomb—but all she wants to do is sleep.

THIRTEEN INCHES DIAMETER, CROSS-WELD AT PIVOT HINGE!

"Ahh, shut up, shut up!" Jinx whines, rolling off of her bed. She lands painfully onto some spare parts cluttered all over her floor, and feels something sharp poke into her leg. The injury awakens adrenaline in her body, brushing away any vestiges of sleepiness. The scrawny woman just moans sadly, pushing herself onto her butt. It's just a tiny scratch, but her unhealthy life style allows it to bleed profusely.

TEN MILIMETER BULLETS, ELECTRIC SHOCKS UP TO 1000WATTS! FIX LOADING CHAMBER ON LATERAL SIDE, HALFWAY ACROSS FROM TRILENSE SCOPE!

"Aw, come on!" The bluette shambles over to where Fishbones sleeps alone tonight—he's having relationship issues with Pow-Pow, and the minigun refuses to talk to him. Jinx pokes the rocket launcher with her foot, pouting.

"You could just write them down," Fishbones offers sleepily. He gives her a tired look. "They would leave you alone if you did. I think you're making them sad."

"I don't caaaAAAaareeee!" Jinx huffs, rolling the rocket launcher over. Fishbones clatters angrily, his jaws squeaking open. "I just wanna go to bed. I don' wanna work right now!" Jinx leaves her grumbling weapon alone, choosing to stalk into her scarce kitchen.

TWO INCH THICK METAL PLATING, OVERLAY IN CROSSHATCH! GIGAWATT ENERGY CORE! FUSION AXLES BRIDGING TWO HEXTECH ARC GENERATORS!

Jinx screeches, swiping a bowl filled with varnishing liquid right off her counter. The ceramic shatters into pieces, releasing the varnish all over her floor. It will leave a big stain on the tile paneling. She holds her hands tight over her ears, glaring at the air in front of her. The wind howls with her mind, its brute force whipping her long hair around her in fevered tendrils—

"Wait a sec," she says, immediately pacified from her fit. Turning luminescent magenta eyes to her window, she furrows her brows in confusion. "Did Pow-Pow leave the window open—NGRK!"

A heavy blow at the back of her head sends the lithe maniac flying. She crashes into another pile of unfinished projects; this time she definitely feels something poke into her body. Jinx sees stars for a moment, the edges of her vision failing.

"Hey, I didn't order any take-out!" she calls out, rolling over in her throne of metal. Wincing, her eyes clear up enough to see the form of a tiny furred creature standing above her. His eyes glow in the moonlight, large orbs like a cat's. "Whaddaya want with—OOF!" The yordle kicks her in the stomach with surprising strength and Jinx tumbles to the wooden floor. She feels lightheaded. Her skin burns a little, too.

"You have something I need to look at, Loose Cannon," he says calmly. As Jinx struggles to get to her feet, the mystery yordle ambles off, inspecting her many works. Not all of them are weapons—toys, tools, clocks, decorations—but he seems to know what he's looking for. After a moment of inspection he shakes his head and continues on.

Jinx manages to get up, using the wall for support. "Leave my toys alone, short-stuff! You're totally ruinin' my buzz!" She flinches when the spot where he kicked twinges in pain. The dark makes everything difficult to see, and the bluette trips over her own messes every few steps.

"Where are you stashing that prototype bomb?" the yordle asks evenly, not bothering to turn in her direction. Jinx huffs.

"Justine is getting her beauty sleep, duh! You can't bother her!" Jinx sticks her tongue out petulantly. She wonders where she stuck Zap. Zap likes sitting in the living room at night to keep watch—she may not say much, but the stun pistol is embarrassed to share a bed with Pow-Pow. Her Chompers are scattered all over, though the maniac knows they'd take too long to set up to be useful against the intruder.

Her best bet is to make a mad dash for her bedroom and snatch Pow-Pow. Fishbones' rockets would be satisfying to make the yordle explode in a shower of fur and yordle-bits, but Jinx likes her house, thank you very much.

So the wiry woman launches herself forward, jumping clear over the yordle. Her body hurts, but she likes the pain. It reminds her she still has life to live and blood to bleed, even after so many years of crawling through limbo. Her rude friend follows, intent on keeping her down, but Jinx slaps one of her shelves, knocking a slew of items to the floor. That is enough to keep him occupied for a few seconds. Jinx tumbles into her room, feeling like that other stern marksman. Pow-Pow is still sleeping, but Fishbones is awake and aware.

"What's going on?"

Jinx quickly grabs up her trusty purple minigun and ignores her disgruntled moan. "Party time up in this bitch! We gotta uninvited guest who smells like elderberries."

"Why don't you just calmly ask him to explain himself," Fishbones sighs sadly. "If you shoot him too much, he might become hurt and feel bad." Jinx blows a raspberry, her bangs swishing with the motion.

"Nah, don't think so!" Jinx is ready when the cat-eyed yordle shoves open her door, releasing a rain of bullets at his direction. He's ready for it though, and dodges with surprising dexterity. The light from her gun is enough to give her brief glimpses of his yellow fur and black body suit. "Stop movinnggggg!" she whines, one of her favorite taunts coming to mind. "I'm trying to shoot youuuu!"

He suddenly disappears into shadow, gone from Jinx's view. She lets Pow-Pow's chamber slow down and turns rapidly in a circle, trying to find the slippery yordle.

"Come on out! I promise I'll be nice!" Jinx yells loudly, eyes darting quickly. "I've got cupcakes! I hear yordles like cupcakes." She waits in silence for another moment, eager to hear a single shuffle. "Com'on, cupcakes! Cupcakes." Nothing.

"It appears he does not enjoy such treats," Fishbones says to her, messing up her concentration.

"Shaddap, you! I'm tryna do some pest control…" There's a metallic cling from behind her, and Jinx pivots sharply, toothy smile and wide eyes. "I gotcha now!"

"I believe this has gone on long enough," the yordle states, and Jinx hears the familiar sound of an electric taser revving up. She feels the brief flash of pain from the electric conductors first before falling to the ground, writhing in shocking agony.

"Th-th-thaaaAaaat's n-n-n-n-ooo-not a ru-ru-regular t-tah-tuh-ta-A-A-azzzz-zerr-er…" she bites out. Fishbones yells out in concern. Jinx falls uncomfortably over Pow-Pow, the weapon stony silent. Her body convulses as it shuts down. The yordle speaks to her, but the sound is muffled by the sound of the ocean in her ears.

"Thanks for your assistance," the yordle speaks, nodding. Nonchalant as ever, he leans down and slips a thick card between her clenched teeth. "Your Justine will find herself quite happy in her new home." The last thing Jinx sees is the yordle break his controlled countenance with a superior smirk.

"Just try to hunt me down, Loose Cannon. I'm sure the Sheriff and her Enforcer would appreciate the help—after all, the great thief C is one slippery catch." Jinx's vision fades to black from the edges, leaving her with the shrinking back of the thief.

'So not cool,' she thinks to herself in an electric haze. Bit by bit her consciousness fades away.

'C? Stands for chump. Ugh…'