Having a Gaff

So what if the entire borgo had been decimated in some unknown, probably bloodily violent incident? Jinx had seen worse fixer-uppers before! Ignoring the rampant overgrowth, constant stormy weather, soot-like dirt, decaying buildings, and general lack of modern amenities, the Majin felt she could make this place shine - given enough elbow grease.

Or copious amounts of magic. Jinx opted for the easy way out, still souped up and about one step removed from reality on her energy high. The raw power from the chargestones still needed to fully digest and integrate permanently into her Kili. In layman's terms, she was still relatively weak.

Lucky for her AND poor tomato town, rampant magic materialization and a day's worth of hard labor turned one of the larger family deathtraps into a livable house. Working lights, running water, pretty pink decorations, and even a tame garden outside! Once all was said and done, Jinx took a step back, hands on her hips.

"MAN I must be bored!" And nervous. Beyond the staticy feeling bouncing around in her body and the uncertainty if she'd be able to find any ACTUAL friends with flexible morality, Jinx was in a tight spot. Though she'd never admit it, the Majin was lonely.

Her pink eyes wandered to the inner Saffron Plains, appreciatively staring at the continuous streaks of lightning. Maybe she could try heading out and spend another day sucking up stray energy? Inefficient and slow, but something relaxing might be what she needed to take the edge off.