Tyranny, meet anarchy

[aestrix]

The city of Eantasyl is fortunate in its placement, and is considered old for even an elven city. The streets are some kind of shimmery stone, the buildings neatly arranged and well maintained. It's pleasant, and generally considered a nice place for the rich to retire. There's a noticeable lack of greenery and foliage on the streets themselves - the place is kept very dense, and it's can be guessed that its citizens thought they had enough foliage already. It sits at the base of one of the very first world trees. One could be forgiven for missing the city for the tree - it's several thousand feet tall, and its branches bring shade to more than half of Eantasyl. They do not need gardens. They have enough to spare, up in the sky.

(The leaves are a pain to rake.)

Despite many of its flaws (and there are many) the Sunrise Empire isn't actually a horrible place to live. This place especially. Just steer clear of the government, keep your head down, don't join any rebellions, and don't break any laws, and you'll be fine. Probably. Unless there are dangerous criminals running around, causing trouble.

But that hardly ever happens. The Ministry has it all under control.

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[aestrix]

"What does it do, though?" he wails, rubbing at his eyes. "Whatever it is it stings."

[itstandsforjinx]

Jinx pats the elf on the back. "Yeah, well, just be glad I didn't hand you my pistol." She takes the can back, and quickly doodles her tag on the wall to demonstrate. "It's paint that you spray. Spraypaint. Wanna make your superiors have a hissy fit?"

[aestrix]

He clears his eyes, spots the newly painted wall, and gasps, rather dramatically.

"But. But. B-b-but -" He looks at the can of spraypaint in his hand. He looks at the paint on his fingers, rubbed off from his face. He experimentally touches the wall, leaving pink. He looks between it, and his scrubber. Experimentally, he scrubs it. He only succeeds in smudging it around more.

"There's no way I'm getting out of this, is there," he mumbles. He looks at the can of spraypaint. He looks at the wall. "... Fuck it. I hated this job anyway."

He cackles, and proceeds to draw a rather explicit picture on the wall, helpfully labelled 'What you assholes do to each other.' What the assholes in question do to each other is really not PG.

[itstandsforjinx]

Jinx adds details. She has experience with these themes.

Then she tosses another can of spraypaint at the elf and starts sauntering off along the corridor, whistling faintly.

[aestrix]

He catches it. If he's getting fired anyway, he might as well make it memorable.

[itstandsforjinx]

Jinx is starting to have the opinion that this world isn't so bad after all!

She heads off in the direction that looks least-well-maintained - other than the one she came from - leaving the elf to his work.

[aestrix]

Wheeeeeee spraypaint wheeee! Take that, The Man!

The least-well-maintained direction doesn't have anyone in it. It has two wall smudges. Someone needs to call the elven janitor because this place is a pigsty.

[itstandsforjinx]

Jinx makes little spraypaint circles around the smudges in order to point them out to the authorities. She's helping!

[aestrix]

So helpful! Surely everyone will thank her for her efforts!

There are more smudges on the wall. Also, a sign that says, 'WORLD TREE NUTRITION PLANT.' It is complete with an arrow. How helpful!

[itstandsforjinx]

Jinx follows the arrows! They are helpful arrows. She adds more, this time in cyan.

[aestrix]

Well, that's just thorough labeling. And these people obviously love their labels very much.

There are signs for other things, but none of them mention the world tree in particular. Things like 'JANITORIAL OFFICE' and 'SEWAGE TREATMENT PLANT' and the like. Possibly boring, in comparison to the giant tree.

[itstandsforjinx]

Well, a janitorial office probably has cleaning supplies she could make a grenade from, but she doesn't need any more grenades right now: the dozen or so miniaturized bombs she has in her belt are just fine, thanks. So, on to the World-Tree!

[aestrix]

She knows she is getting close when the pointlessly clean hallway widens, and opens up to a rather large room, with a small (impeccably clean) walkway with neat OSHA-compliant guard rails over a vat of what looks to be magic glowing blue water. There are plants along the walls that look surprisingly like devices used for filtration. Or something. They pour out the glowing magic water. The glowing magic water has a current going in a general forward direction.

Also there's a giant root, up ahead. It is very big. Bigger than Jinx and her new spray paint enthusiast buddy if they were standing on one another's shoulders.

(This is one of the smaller ones.)

[itstandsforjinx]

Jinx takes a moment to appreciate the size of the place - they never had rooms this big in Piltover - and then continues on, following the water. After all, she's looking for something properly important, not just glowy liquids. If she knows this sort of government, anything anyone actually cares about is going to be supervised.

[aestrix]

That is probably how it works!

The rooms get bigger. As do the roots. The walkway gets very, very small in comparison to everything. The gray stone of the ceiling is replaced with cavernous space and roots far, far above. Helpfully, there are little glass and metal lights floating about. One of them goes and floats a few feet in front of Jinx, helpfully out of the way but lighting up the walkway. It will even stop for her, if she stops, and move in the direction she looks.

There are more plant-devices that are doing mysterious things to water, floating at regular intervals. The water isn't just blue anymore - it shifts, multicolored, and little sparkles float up from it. It is definitely magic water of some description.

[itstandsforjinx]

Jinx considers drinking the magic water. It is apparently very magic, and it's safe for the tree to drink, right? Maybe it'll make her more magic.

She bends down, and drops the end of one of her excessively-long braids into the water below. Reeling it back up again, she makes sure it doesn't burn her hair off or anything before she squeezes a drop into her mouth.

[aestrix]

It doesn't burn her hair off! But her hair does drip sparkly water. And shimmer in a magic fashion.

Does she want to drink this water?

[itstandsforjinx]

It is pretty and magic and probably won't kill her much. And hey, what's life without a little risk?

[aestrix]

Well, she's allowed to drink the water.



It tastes like sawdust. Magic fizzy sawdust.

[itstandsforjinx]

Jinx frowns. Okay, that's... Interesting. She wiggles her fingers experimentally. Anything? She tries counting in her head. Six? Twenty-one? Nine? Nope, nothing obvious. How would she even tell if she had new magic powers, anyway? She sighs and continues on along the walkway.

[aestrix]

There are no obvious new magic powers. Maybe next time.

The little floating light buddy floats along and lights up the walkway. It starts to become a lot more necessary. The water cascades down some kind of tiered system of waterfalls, and the light from it is lessened considerably. The place - is big. Really, really big. There are not enough lights to go around to light everything up. There's darkness far above and around Jinx, darkness and a ludicrous amount of space. And roots bigger than houses. Large houses. The only light is the magic sawdust water, far below, and Jinx's light buddy. Don't worry, Jinx, your light buddy will stick with you.

There's something more than walkway, up ahead. It looks like the walkway meets several sets of roots, and the roots curve around neatly and reform after. This wouldn't be anything to sneeze at, except there's a little outpost. There is an elf in it, looking bored. He has a light buddy, too. His is yellow. Jinx's is white. How boring for her.

[itstandsforjinx]

Jinx can make her light buddy yellow, with a little bit of fiddling and one of the devices she has in her many belts. She quickly does so before bored-elf-guard has a chance to notice her, on the assumption that a yellow light means a higher rank. Then she saunters right up to him, smiles politely, and just keeps on going.

[aestrix]

Her light buddy is now yellow! It bobs in a happy fashion upon its yellowing.

The guard eyes Jinx, bored. "Identification, please -"

Jinx cannot keep on going. In front of her, instead of ordinary air, it is exactly like walking into an invisible concrete wall.

[itstandsforjinx]

That is interesting! She bounces off relatively gracefully - after all, she's no stranger to surprises - and nods to the guard. "Ow. Sorry, wasn't paying attention."

She frowns and touches her shoulder.

"Drat, where did it go?"

She shifts the rocket launcher on her back to a more comfortable position and makes a show of going through her pockets - well, what pockets she has.

"... Sorry, nope. Can't you just let me through this once? You know how the bosses get when you're late."

[aestrix]

Sloooow blink. "Afternoon shift doesn't start for an hour, bet you have time to turn around and find it."