Arcane: Ekko and Powder

The sun had barely risen when Ekko and Powder met again, this time by the edge of the marketplace near the crumbling remnants of an old warehouse. The Undercity was still in the sleepy haze of early morning, with only a few daring souls beginning their day, their figures casting long shadows on the dusty streets. Ekko had been up for hours, his mind racing with plans for new gadgets, but today, there was something else he wanted to show Powder. Something she had no idea existed until now.

As he approached the meeting point, he spotted her from a distance. Powder was standing on a stack of old crates, her eyes scanning the surroundings as though looking for some grand adventure. Her hair was messier than usual, sticking out in wild tufts, and she had that determined look on her face, the one Ekko knew well: the look that said, "I'm ready for anything."

When she spotted him, her face broke into a wide grin. "You made it!" she called out, hopping down from the crates with surprising grace. Powder was always moving, always eager, like a spark that couldn't be contained.

"Yeah, I'm here. But I've got a few things planned. Follow me," Ekko said with a grin, turning toward the old warehouse. "You ever seen anything like this place?"

Powder shook her head. "Nope, but it looks perfect for getting into trouble. Lead the way!"

Ekko chuckled, shaking his head. Powder was always on the lookout for trouble. But it wasn't the kind of reckless trouble that often got people hurt—it was the kind of trouble that led to new experiences, new discoveries. And that, Ekko could get behind.

Together, they made their way through the dusty streets, threading through the narrow alleys that snaked between buildings. Ekko led them to the entrance of the warehouse, a looming structure on the outskirts of the Undercity, partially obscured by years of neglect. The large doors were half ajar, hanging on rusted hinges that groaned in protest as they pushed them open. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of oil and old wood. A few sunbeams broke through cracks in the ceiling, casting streaks of light across the room. It was like stepping into a forgotten world, one filled with the remnants of a bygone era.

"Check this out," Ekko said, his voice low as he stepped into the shadows. The warehouse was filled with old machines, broken down to their most basic components, but Ekko could already see the potential. This place was a treasure trove for anyone with the right knowledge of how to see things differently.

Powder's eyes widened as she followed him deeper into the warehouse. "Whoa. This place is huge! What's all this stuff?"

"Old machines, junk, spare parts," Ekko said, gesturing to the piles of metal and scattered gadgets. "I figured we could find some new things to tinker with. Make something cool."

"I'm in!" Powder exclaimed. "I can't wait to see what we can do with this."

They both set to work, each in their element. Powder began pulling apart old machines, gathering parts for whatever idea she had in mind, while Ekko focused on the gadgets around the warehouse that looked like they had potential. It was quiet for a while, with only the sounds of metal scraping against metal and the occasional comment from Powder about a particularly interesting piece she'd found.

Ekko, however, was focused on one large piece of machinery near the back of the room, a complex-looking contraption with multiple gears and wires that had once been part of something far more advanced. He was already imagining how he could modify it, maybe turn it into a time-traveling device or something that could give him the edge in the mechanical battles that often took place between the kids of the Undercity. He was so engrossed in his work that he barely noticed the sound of footsteps approaching from behind.

"Hey, you two!" A voice boomed from the doorway, causing Ekko to snap his head up in surprise.

Powder, who had been busy pulling apart an old mechanical arm, spun around at the sound of the voice, her eyes narrowing when she saw who it was.

Three older kids stood at the entrance, leaning against the doorframe with smug expressions on their faces. The tallest one, a lanky kid with a scar running down his cheek, grinned at Ekko and Powder. His two companions, both built like bullies, crossed their arms and sneered. They were the kind of kids that eked out their power through intimidation, running in packs and causing trouble whenever they could. Ekko had run into them a few times before—Jeremiah, the one with the scar, was particularly insistent on pushing everyone around.

"What are you two doing here?" Jeremiah asked, his voice dripping with disdain. "This is our spot. You're trespassing."

Ekko stood up, brushing the dust from his pants, trying to act casual. He didn't want to give them the satisfaction of thinking they were intimidating him. "We're just exploring, that's all. Doesn't belong to anyone."

Jeremiah took a step forward, his smirk widening as he eyed Powder, who was standing a little behind Ekko, looking ready for a fight. "Exploring, huh? Well, I don't like the idea of kids like you poking around here. Especially not when there's stuff that could be worth something."

Powder took a step forward, hands on her hips, her usual brash confidence kicking in. "I don't see your name on any of this," she retorted, motioning around the warehouse. "You can't just claim it's yours."

Jeremiah's eyes flicked to his friends, and they all chuckled darkly. "Well, now it's ours. And you know what that means, right?"

Before Ekko could react, one of the other kids lunged forward, grabbing the nearest piece of metal he could find—a jagged, rusted rod—and swung it toward Ekko. He ducked just in time, the rod missing his head by inches, but the attack was enough to throw him off balance.

Ekko instinctively reached for a wrench at his side and raised it in defense, but the second kid came at him from the side. Powder, however, was quicker. She darted forward, leaping onto a stack of crates nearby and using the height to her advantage. With a swift movement, she grabbed a coil of wire and hurled it at the third kid's face, momentarily blinding him. The distraction was just enough for Ekko to duck and land a solid punch to the first kid's stomach, knocking him back.

"Not today, jerks!" Powder shouted, her eyes alight with the thrill of the confrontation. The adrenaline was coursing through her, and for the first time, Ekko saw her in a different light—she was fearless, quick, and surprisingly resourceful when it came to handling herself in a tough spot.

The fight was chaotic. Ekko and Powder dodged and weaved, using the clutter of the warehouse to their advantage. Powder, now full of energy, kept the bullies on their toes, using every bit of scrap she could find as a weapon. Ekko, meanwhile, was thinking on his feet, using his knowledge of the surroundings to outmaneuver them, even if it meant throwing a wrench or knocking over a stack of crates to block their path.

"Let's get out of here!" Ekko shouted, realizing the fight was only going to escalate. They couldn't keep it up for long. They needed a way to escape before the older kids got more aggressive.

Powder didn't hesitate. "Right behind you!"

They dashed toward the back of the warehouse, with Ekko leading the way, his heart pounding in his chest. They sprinted through the maze of junk, hearing the footsteps of their pursuers getting closer. Ekko's mind raced, trying to think of a way out, but then, he spotted it—an old service door in the back that led to a narrow alley outside.

He grabbed Powder's wrist, pulling her toward the door. It creaked loudly as he yanked it open, and they both spilled into the alley just as the older kids burst through the doorway, cursing under their breath.

"Not so fast!" Jeremiah yelled, but Ekko and Powder didn't stop running.

The alley was narrow, lined with even more debris and broken walls. They darted between the shadows, their breaths heavy, but the adrenaline kept them moving. Ekko glanced back over his shoulder to see the older kids losing ground, stumbling over piles of junk and making wild threats that never quite caught up.

Ekko turned a corner, and they were in the clear. After a few more twists and turns through the winding streets, they slowed down, panting from the sprint.

"That was too close," Ekko said, his voice breathless, but a grin spreading across his face.

Powder let out a laugh, her eyes wide with excitement. "That was awesome! Did you see the look on their faces? They never saw it coming!"

Ekko couldn't help but laugh too. "Yeah, we make a pretty good team, huh?"

Powder punched him lightly on the arm, her grin matching his. "Best team ever. But next time, let's make sure we don't end up in a warehouse full of jerks."

"Agreed," Ekko said, chuckling. "But I think we can handle anything together."

And in that moment, Ekko realized something important. It wasn't just about the gadgets, or the machines, or the inventions anymore. It was about the bond they had—the friendship that was already becoming something much deeper than either of them could understand.