"Yeah, you could say that. Every day I'm not arrested, it means I'm better at my job than a proper League Champion."

"Congratulations."

"Gotta get my kicks from somewhere, right?" 

Jinx grins, her fingers flicking through tossed-together game pieces in the other half of the case. "Annnnd here she is! Caitlyn, the sheriff who always gets her man!" She holds up a little figurine: Caitlyn's fascimile looks resolutely down the sights of a bolt-action rifle, seemingly unbothered by the voluminous purple top-hat she's wearing.

...she giggles. "What is that she's holding?"

"Hextech rifle - it basically throws little pieces of metal really, really fast. Hat lady won her place in the league by being an absurdly good shot with one. She's famous for knocking weapons out of criminals' hands, hitting moving targets through thick underbrush, you get the idea. It's almost impossible to get anywhere near her in the League: when a bullet like that pangs off your helmet's defensive wards, you turn around really fast."

"Huh."

She studies the figurine thoughtfully.

"Who even decides who fights in the League?"

"There's a governing body, like the Summoner's Council or something. If you wanna apply, I'm pretty sure there's some mystical mumbo jumbo involved. Most places of any size get to pick at least one or two Champions of their own: Piltover's got four, last I checked."

"I don't think I want to fight in the League but I think I might want to entertain myself thinking about fighting in the League."

"I can get that, there's too much politics and rules and regulations and all that crap."

"Yeah. Politics is not my favourite thing."

"Congratulations, one more thing we have in common. Less concerned about the whole 'might die in creative ways' thing?" 

"Well - temporarily die is not at all the same as permanently die."

Jinx grins. "I agree completely. And that's part of why I carry these." Her fingers tap the shark-toothed tube on her shoulder, the pink metallic blob at her hip, and the blue-glowing tube of her Zapper on her other hip. 

She frowns. "... Now that I think of it, I should give you something. You're probably safe so long as you're with me, but there are enough footpads and asshole nobles around that it makes sense for you to have a weapon just in case."

"I wouldn't know the first thing about using a weapon like that... do you have anything that's particularly learnable?"

"Yeah, I was thinking of lending you my Zapper." She takes the luminescent blue tube from its holster, and offers it to her guest handle-first.

She very tentatively takes the tube. "And how does it... zap?"

"Trigger's here, just at the top part of the inner bit of handle. Aim the pointy crystal end at the thing you wanna zap, then push the button." 

She studies the Zapper.

"All right. And what happens to zapped things?"

Jinx spreads her arms out wide. "Zap me, find out." She grins.

...she looks at Jinx. She shrugs slightly, a well-you-asked-for-it sort of shrug. She points. She zaps.

A flash of cyan light, and a yelp. Jinx flops over backwards, her spine arching, and shakes and shudders violently on the futon.

A few moments later, a weak voice drifts up from the floor. 

"... that was dumb."

Ruava looks down at her with a wry smile. "You okay? Need me to get you anything?"

"Nah, it's my own fault. Forgot how much of a kick these things have. I'm fine."

"All right."

Jinx sits up again, and blows an errant bit of her bangs out her face. "So yeah, anybody you shock with that thing is going to have a hard time chasing you for a while. If you have to, kick 'em while they're down."

Jinx tilts her head. 

"... Y'know, if I'm lending my gun to you, I should probably know your name first."