REBEL DIAMONDS

quiet riot, kang jisoo violence is the solution to everything, if you're good at it.

[avjisoo]

avcalico‌:

[...]

but he did not. he was not showing any more weaknesses because he had a susipcion that jisoo would like it. dropping his books besides him, he used his free hand to run through his short hair, pushing it back and out of his face. “why do you ask me if we both know that you already know the answer?” his voice came out like a quiet hiss, eyes narrowing in on the other student. “what do you want to hear from me? i won’t apologize, i did nothing wrong! i never asked for your attention, this is completly unreasonable.”

he stumbles, and she feels satisfaction rocket through her, gleeful at even the smallest bit of vengeance she gets. and from his reaction, she knows this isn’t an unfamiliar place to him, even though it should be – rumours were right, then. and hyungtae ( ugly name, really. wouldn’t have been too bad if it were a cat’s, but a person? yuck. not that any name sounds good when attached to a person, generally. ) tries to put on a brave front, a spiel in defence of his actions spilling out. she pays attention for the first five words.

yeah, it is pretty unreasonable. luckily, shit like reason and logic aren’t what she’s known for. jisoo sneers at him in response, “yeah, ‘cus bein’ mad about getting fuckin’ lied to is on me, right?” she rolls her eyes and steps forward, getting into his personal space.

if she were a better person: she’d worry about him, about the fact that he’d stayed a cat for a quarter of a year, that he clearly still seems uncomfortable in his own skin and easily unbalanced. but she’s not: she just takes note of how off-kilter he is, sizes him up and decides that he’d be pretty easy to take down.

“i ain’t askin’ you to apologise,” she says, and carbon pools into a curled fist, fortifying skin and bone into a solid mass. she bares her teeth at him, holding up her fist; she doesn’t give him time to react before she’s swinging it at him, aiming at his collarbone. it’s a very breakable bone – she knows this from experience. now, he’ll get that experience, too.

[avxkan-deactivated20190824]

* neko atsume

[avjisoo]

avxkan‌:

[...]

“oh jisoo, it’s you,” he greets with a small wave and smiles at her. perhaps she was notorious for being part of the sick six, but she never really bothered him and she was decent to the cats so kan didn’t mind. plus, she was probably just here to see if there were any cats lingering around.

jisoo has her hands in her pockets, walking over to the back of the cosmic building. not to say that she hates classes ( she does ), but going over to where kan’s set up small corners for the few cats that roam around the academy was the only thing that kept her going in class and not snapping at the third year who was asking way too many questions. at least she’s done with that shit now.

she finds kan where she’d been planning to go, and considers going to a different spot when she spies the tabby peacefully eating by him. so she nods a hello to the boy and sits down opposite him, reaching out to stroke the tabby’s neck. while his company isn’t unwelcome, she doesn’t quite enjoy having someone else around, no matter their mutual interests. but he’s the one who’d set up the stations around the school, and she feels somewhat obliged to be at the very least cordial.

as if knowing that their favourite humans are here, a little kitten pops up, meowing for attention as well. jisoo smiles, small and genuine, and whistles to the kitten. “c’mere, we’ve got food for two.” she isn’t worried about kan hearing how gentle she is with the cats, or behaving less than completely tough as nails as she usually does. they’ve reached a mutual agreement on shared custody of the cats around the academy, after all.

[sgnolivia]

cool, cool, cool

[avjisoo]

avblackout‌:

[...]

“on three,” she’s saying, and getting her bearings under marble. whoever decided to make this building out of such heavy materials has clearly never been in a real combat situation— this design makes no goddamn sense, “one.” 

“fuck!”

fuck it, she can’t lift the pillar and he’s probably dead (or dying) anyway. she doesn’t care about the student trapped under it, but for some goddamn reason she feels the need to try to help him anyway. jisoo shouts and strains, and it doesn’t work. one last time, her one dumbass brain cell says, and she drags what little carbon she can feel from marble into her in an attempt to lighten her load when someone else comes along.

“two, three,” she replies, once the other girl’s got her hands in place; she’s got no patience for shit like counting. she heaves the marginally lighter marble pillar up and it actually moves, thank fuck, so jisoo unceremoniously hooks her leg around the leg of the student trapped and drags him out.

it’s just his ankle, and she’s pretty sure he can run. “thanks,” she offers, adrenaline loosening her usual disinclination to talking. just a little, because once the word leaves her lips she quickly starts moving away. she wants to leave before her ridiculously heroic instincts start popping back up again.

[avjisoo]

avcalico‌:

[...]

just like he knew where they were going, because it was a place in the park they used to spend time together. “okay okay. you can let go of me! i will follow you without you breaking my arm, alright?” he sighed, using his free hand to run it through his hair. this was not how he had imagined it would be to meet her. though truth be told, he may would have avoided her otherwise.

she ignores his protests. “no. keep up if you don’t want your arm broken.” her grip tightens on that statement and allows no resistance; her knuckles are almost white and the students walk a little faster out of the way when they see her approaching. those are her last words spoken to him as they make their way to where she wants to go.

ignoring anything else he says allows her space to think, now that she’s found him. it’s not quite a blind panic anymore, just the thick, angry hurt of discovering she’d been tricked and the determination to enact the revenge she deems appropriate for it. but she’s not unreasonable – she’ll give him a chance to explain himself first. or, well, she’ll try.

jisoo lets go of his arm when they reach, forcefully shoving him away from her. “y’know this place?”

this area of the park is secluded, against one of the bigger buildings. the grass isn’t dying but it definitely needs watering, and a bit of weeding. it’s clear that no one comes here except for her and occasionally kan with his kitty treats, and up until a couple of months, the school’s calico cat. she bares her teeth at him in a mock grin.

“you do, don’t you?”

[avjisoo]

avbeom‌:

[...]

he thinks of asking a question. when were you there? how did you get out? i’m glad you got out. i’m glad we’re alive. i think we’re so lucky, i think we’re free. do you feel free? do you feel that your bed is too soft sometimes? do you feel that the sky is too bright sometimes?

he gets into fighting stance and waits for her to make the first move.

she lets the twin blades she prefers melt back into her skin, using the carbon to reinforce her fists a little more; jisoo’s not looking to decapitate the other guy, not until she gets her answers. she knows his power, superhuman strength, terrorising the rest of the ring from before she’d even stepped into it. it bears the stains of his violence, and she wants to force it out of him, crack the mask and find the monster that mirrors the one in her. if anyone can do it, it’s someone who’s lived through the same thing he has.

he gets into a fighting stance, but jisoo is impatient and throws the first punch without a warning, letting her anger fly into her fists. it’s a wild one, and whether it lands matters less than that she’d been aiming to catch him off guard, to spark anger she knows lies beneath with what would be considered dishonourable training behaviour. fuck if she cares.

“c’mon, asshole,” she says, and throws carbon running down her leg to harden her ankle as she kicks up, towards his shoulder. this hit, she wants to land.

[avjisoo]

avjungha‌:

(...)

          so when she looks around the room for a sparring partner and instead catches jisoo’s glare, she raises an eyebrow, an amused smile playing at her lips. undeterred, she makes her way over. “got something in your eye?” she teases, tying up her hair into a ponytail. “i’m not too keen on sparring with sixteen year olds, so do you have a couple of minutes to kill?”

she expects most people to leave under the scrutiny of her glare; of course the girl she’s taken a useless fancy to wouldn’t be the same. it’s part of why she likes her, anyway. jungha meets her glare with a smile and raised brow that has no right being as attractive as it is; jisoo stoically doesn’t turn red, though her glare wanders a little to the side of the other girl’s face instead of meeting her straight on.

the offer surprises her and she forgets to keep the ferocity in her expression, curiosity and interest betraying themselves on her features. she knows, roughly, what the other girl’s power is, given that she occasionally watches the other girl at her practices, at least what she can see of them. ( she’s not watching her on purpose. her gaze just happens to be drawn there, most of the time. that’s all. ) she’s definitely interested in seeing her in action.

“sure,” she says, like her brain isn’t on fire just trying to process what she’s been asked, and manages to scrounge up an additional, “powers?”

[avjisoo]

@avminho​ | earth-616

she doesn’t think she’ll run into anyone in the ruins of new york, a foreign city in a foreign world. most of the other students are probably busy being good and terrified, following the director; for once, she’s glad for that. jisoo doesn’t want to have to deal with anyone’s bullshit, not after the stupid shit  – that some might even call heroic – that she’d done when the academy was under attack.

the silence she finds in the ruins is comforting, almost welcoming, despite stemming from what she knows was chaos. maybe that’s why she’s so comfortable in this. and yet she hears him before she sees him, familiarly drunk voice echoing and amplified through a city that’s mostly dust and pieces of concrete.

“why the fuck are ya drunk, dumbass,” is what she greets him with.

[avjisoo]

solo | earth 616 prompt 2

“you never left?” is the first question she manages.

the older, 616-jisoo shrugs. “i did. had to, then the war happened.” a bigger, more pronounced shrug. “had to come back.”

jisoo searches her counterpart’s words for a hint, but finds nothing. had to. there are things unspoken in those two words, of events and choices that she isn’t privy to despite being the same person. at least, the same person on two different earths, and from different generations. does that make her the same? is this her future? or this someone she could be, of the many different paths she could take? the possibilities slip in and out of her grasp; she hasn’t had the time to wrap her mind around alternate earths and this is just one more complication she isn’t going to understand.

“why?” she asks.

the 616-jisoo smiles at her, or tries to; she recognises the small grimace 616-her gives her as the self-same smile she offers to those she doesn’t hate. “i dunno if we’ve had the same life, but – you gotta remember that mutants aren’t the ones who win, when we become heroes and villains.” the older woman holds out her hands, gesturing towards the destruction that they stand in. “who d’you think wins, huh?”

that statement stops her in her tracks, makes her think; she knows, on some level, that this is her, that of course she knows her experiences and her thoughts because she’s lived through them years ago. and that makes it natural that she knows the wound she’s picked at for the past two years, that she would know exactly what makes her tick and how to change the gears with just one question.

who wins?

jisoo looks at this world of brimstone and hellfire, mutants hiding from sentinels and humans trying to take away their powers. she looks at her own world and the humans who paid for and watched mutants fight for their pleasure, cheered and jeered when blood was spilled by people exactly like her. she looks at the way they’ve been pitted against each other, heroes against villains, mutant against mutant, and the only group untouched by the conflict they’ve brewed themselves.

she has her answer.

no real plots for this prompt bc jisoo’s just big confused......

the main point: she’s gonna go less villain on mutants but also like. ramp UP the villainy on humans, so if anyone wants to do a thread of that pls hmu!!!

possible plots:

anyone want to interact w older jisoo? older jisoo is mellowed out & v protective of her fellow mutants from everything she’s seen! but she’s still a believer in using violence to solve ur problems (violence directed at the right problem in her opinion at least), so........ eyes emoji

for avjisoo: she goes out & tries to fight a sentinel, pls stop her

[avjisoo]

solo | earth 616 prompt 1

its hailing concrete and rubble, chaos all around. she should feel comfortable in it, used to the noise and fear, but something about this is different.

a stray piece of debris strikes her cheek, and in response jisoo shrouds herself with a layer of reinforced armor, running down the stairs and out of the dorm with the rest of the students. on instinct she drags someone out of the way of a falling slab of concrete, shoves them towards a safer spot without a word. they look at her in shock, but she doesn’t have time to flip them off because someone else needs saving; she blocks glass shards of shrapnel with her own arm, shattering them. jisoo shoves her latest rescuee further down the stairs before they get trampled to death by the body of scared students.

instinct is strange. she’s spent two years mocking and beating up the students, but in the panic and chaos of the situation she instinctively grabs people and helps them. she can’t say she gives a fuck about their lives, but something in her still reacts regardless; she’s seen too much bloodshed and hellfire of her own making to want to see more now.

and she’s still at it, still yanking people out and away from falling missiles and crushed buildings when the entire academy just disappears.

the director starts to lead the students through this new place, of what looks like the academy in ruins. well. she doesn’t know where the fuck she is, but she’s saved enough people for a day, she doesn’t want to deal with any more of that. jisoo can already feel the confused, curious stares on her, so she turns and walks off at random. she can find them later and besides, she’s still impenetrable – ruins can’t hurt her. she just needs to be alone for a while, and this world doesn’t look like there’ll be anyone in it.

plots!!! + like this or hmu if u wanna plot!!

someone she’d bullied/she bullies now whom she saves, they’re shook & lbr so is she

the person she’s working with to help the other students, an unexpectedly efficient teamwork

she wanders off from the director & someone follows her as well, she wants to lose them (and maybe does?)

one of the other students she comes across when she’s wandering around, they get back to the director together?

[narovld]

bend & break.

[avjisoo]

avtaohan‌:

[...]

“i would explain what happened yesterday, but i have feeling it’s not really worth it at all, yeah? you don’t seem like the kind of person to really give a fuck.” bad words, definitely not in his vocabulary most of the time… except for now, when he doesn’t know what’s happening, when they’re uncertainty in the air and it’s starting to suffocate him. “because you don’t, right?”

he’s trying so hard not to break.

taohan repeats her words, clearly seething and trying to hide it. jisoo relishes in the way he stands as straight as the stick up his arse, stiff and uncomfortable now that she knows his absolutely horrifying, utterly disgusting secret. all his sanctimonious airs have dissipated; she’s no longer bothered by the preachy words of someone held in too high regard – he’s as much a sinner as she is, and she’d even say he’s worse.

god, where did he get his high horse from? call her uncreative, but what possible reason could he have had for eating a human being instead of just being a normal preachy asshole who doesn’t eat humans. a fucking hypocrite, that’s what he is.

“i give a fuck,” she retorts, smirking. “the safety of our students is important, ain’t it? i’m just makin’ sure everyone knows who to protect themselves from.” jisoo holds out her hands and leans back, relaxed and cocksure. “you think you know better? got something to tell us?” she gestures to the empty lobby, smirk growing wider. “i’ll listen.”

[avjisoo]

avxsungjin‌:

[...]

“are-are you from this floor too? i’m staying here,” he points to the room in front of him. he isn’t sure why he points and shows where his room to this stranger but he does, is it a good decision, maybe not.

she takes note of the room number he points to, and wonders if it’ll come in handy. the innocence on his face rankles something bitter, and it just cements her dislike for the boy; she hadn’t been planning on changing tack, but she’s definitely not changing her mind now. jisoo tamps down her disdain and smiles at him, encouraging and false. without her usual scowl, her face, some might say, was welcoming – but absolutely no one would be able to say that after knowing her.

“nah.” she shakes her head, then nods it towards to glass windows that span the ninth floor. “i just like it up here.”

she flips through the things the others have done to the freshmen, ranging from possible bodily harm to possible expulsion. but she doesn’t know what his power is like, or anything else about him... jisoo smiles and tilts her head at him, mirroring the innocence in his gaze.

“new, huh...” her voice trails off, in mock thought. “how was director kwon’s introductory mission?”

[avjisoo]

@avcalico​

putting two and two together isn’t her forte. jisoo’s not even sure if this set of twos make a four, but rumours are flying and she’s got, let’s say, a vested interest in whether or not it’s true.

so now she’s tracking down one nam hyungtae, son of two famous superheroes, ex-student who just rejoined the academy, and the rumoured calico cat who’d been living on campus since before she’d entered. the same calico cat she spent most of her time with, quiet and comfortable, the one she’d whispered quiet fears and stupidly mundane happenings to.

in other words: the guy who might know more about her than she bargained for when she decided to take care of the school cat without anyone else knowing.

most of the classes held for new students are in the hall, so it’s the first place she’d gone to, scouring classrooms. it’s not her reputation that bothers her – she can always build it up, and god knows she’s got her fists to back it up again – it’s the simple fact that she’d poured out what was left of her vulnerability only to find it was just a fucking lie. she’s going to find him, and then beat him up if its true. maybe beat him up if its not true, as a precautionary measure too.

she finds him at the tail end of his class, students streaming out. they give her a wide berth, and she’d smirk something nasty at them if she wasn’t preoccupied with the more important matter at hand.

jisoo grabs him by the arm when he emerges from the classroom. “let’s go,” she says, and starts hauling him off towards the park. she knows a spot where they won’t be seen, and if the rumours are right – he’ll know it too.

[avjisoo]

avbeom‌:

[...]

“yeah,” he says, a little kind of familiarity warming his words, a tilt of the head as a nod to curiosity, “how do you know?

were you there too?”

she sees where scars crisscross over his body, where his opponents (victims) must have clawed at him, desperate; where he must have split skin to get to others in a haze of bloodlust. she sees the facade of a smile on his face, the easy way he’s slipped into the skin of an avenger. she sees what he’s become, and her skin crawls at the thought of it.

how long did it take? to shake off the lightning that ran through his veins and the blessed feeling of being fiercer stronger faster, held together by fortified skin and bone and nothing more? it’s been two years and more, and she’s gotten used to the feeling of waking up in the middle of the night, sweating, pulse drumming as if her subconscious had tipped her off the edge once again. it’s become part of her, as sure as the carbon she wears over herself; she refuses to believe the other could have shaken off the effects of the ring and the girl so easily.

she squashes the question of what if that bubbles to the surface in response. ( what if, she asks. what if it was her, and none of it the other girl? what if she’d been given agency – look at what she’s done with the agency she’s been given? )

jisoo scowls at him, folding her arms across her chest. “yeah,” she responds, then gestures to the space in between them. “spar with me.”

[avjisoo]

avbyungjae‌:

[...]

“Um, can you just trust me for a sec? Just believe that this water can heal your wounds.” It’s as if a law had been stated, a brief change in aura, but such a change was momentary. He merely looked at her in worry, wishing to help and nothing more. Then, he paused briefly and asked in thought. “Oh and, do you want to drink from it or pour it over your wounds? It’ll work either way.”

jisoo’s brow furrows instinctively when the stranger approaches her, pain sparking sharp in just about every single bit of her body when she does. her left ear seems to be slightly confused by everything, sounds coming in softer than her right. that can’t be good; she knocks the side of her head with a closed palm experimentally, then repeatedly, until the ringing evens out in volume. there’s that problem solved; two ringing ears are better than one. now anything he says is muffled by the sound rattling about in her head.

she rolls herself into a sitting position, wincing when a sharp pain snaps back into her thigh, demanding and angry. she hisses quietly in response; now that she’s upright and not flat on the pavement, everything seems to be throbbing threefold. the ringing is not as insistent, no longer obstructing her thoughts and concentration, but it’s also no longer functioning as some sort of block to the pain too.

he holds out a water bottle and she eyes it with suspicion, eyes him with greater suspicion when he asks her to trust him. she’s uncomfortable with the idea of this stranger seeing her in such a pathetic state for a prolonged period of time, but her pride can share top spot on her list of priorities. she’s not going to the school nurse, so maybe this’ll help.

the water looks completely normal and absolutely not medicinal, but fuck it. what does she have to lose. “pour it,” she concedes, taking the bottle. “if you’re fuckin’ with me, y’know, i am gonna make sure you regret it.”

[aflairformisadventures]

do it all the time // i don’t know how but they found me

[avjisoo]

@avjungha

fucking feelings.

jisoo scowls and kicks her feet at the ground, frown hiding how flustered she is that the maverick’s decided to appear in the middle of her training. she’s rarely disturbed when someone enters the training room, just glares at them until they leave, but she’s pretty sure that tactic isn’t going to work on the older girl. ( not that she’d try, even though she’d never admit it. )

she doesn’t know what it is that draws her to jungha, anyway. there are plenty of pretty girls in the academy, plenty more with the confidence jungha carries around, and a number still who have her mastery and skill with their own powers. maybe it’s the combination of what jungha is that makes her stand out, makes her stomach flip when she sees the other girl around.

the only saving grace about this stupid situation is that, at least, jungha doesn’t seem to know about her. maybe of her, because she hasn’t quite been quiet at the academy, but jisoo’s never seen the fearful, wary gaze of most of the student body in jungha’s eyes. it makes looking at her easier, and more difficult at the same time.

she catches her eye and feels herself melt, so she glares at jungha because she doesn’t know what else to do about it.

[avjisoo]

@avyena

wrecking havoc, ruining someone’s day, destroying private property… so many things to do, so little time. her favourite past time, of course, is just fucking with the closest person irritating enough to be in her vicinity. it’s dwindled, over the past couple of years – stupid first years on stupid bets or heroes who think she needs dealing with make up most of the idiots in her path. she doesn’t know if she’s pleased by that, or if it pisses her off more.

jisoo’s itching for something to do, so she grabs the nearest person and slams them into the locker. she’d say the girl looks familiar, but it’s probably because she’s got the same expression on as every other person she’s ever done this to.