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honesty hour.
this is honesty hour!—or, honesty week. for a whole seven days after reblogging this prompt, anyone can send a question to your muse, anonymous or not, and your muse must answer all questions with complete honesty. remember to send a question to everyone who reblogs this, and to send as many as you receive!
ROLL OUT
avadam.
a lesson with @avjumi
it’s not a practical idea by any means, but he’s been anything and everything but about making wise decisions. boyhood bound and boyhood brevity, and being around someone as cherubic (hah!) as jumi only makes it all the more easier to toss the left side of the brain out the window.
in short, so what if she has the wings to be able to fly out to touch cloud nine? with that train of logic, he should be swinging around 24/7 as his genes have allowed him to do. but that’s the magic of having a mutation, you can do so much more than that.
so here they are, adam, a seventeen year old skater spidey, and jumi, the faerie first timer. they’re moving at steady beginner speed, with the boy making sure to hold onto her hands tight as he practically pulls her along on the skateboard. “see, noona?” adam grins. it’d be way off to say this isn’t a first time for him either—he’s never really imagined himself in a teacher role, let alone one for someone who he looks up to. “not tony hawk just yet, but i think you’re onto something!”
death by skateboard has a nice ring to it.
funnily enough, she isn’t actually scared. if anything, adam is the one thing keeping her from getting over her head and eating dirt. because prior to this, believe it or not, jumi has never tried skateboarding. never saw a need to when she could, y’know, fly. however, seeing adam — her favourite but don’t tell hojun — do all sorts of cool tricks on the board made her want to learn.
besides, if all else fails, her wings are ready to go and save her face from planting into the ground. a much needed insurance for someone with as cute of a face as hers. she lets out a triumpant whoop, despite not doing much at all with adam guiding the way. still, she finds pride in the fact that she has not wavered once. “okay, okay — i think you can let go now.” she says, foot ready to propel herself forward about ten times faster than their current speed.
“tony hawk, i’m coming for you!”
im rlly a snail... i have no words... but i live and i bring with me a few plots for the event which you’ll find under the cut! smash that like button if you’re interested <3
medium rare.
avhojun.
he’s in a good mood. it’s hard not to be. it’s not often he’s able to cheat a meal out of his friends. well, no, cheat is a rather crude way to put it. more so like getting fair compensation for his time—wait is that worse? doesn’t matter. point is, he’s finessed jumi into treating him to a meal. not any meal, but the meal.
you know? pork, shrimp, beef (beef), rice and (some) vegetables. the ideal meal for growing teens like him. finally, adam was about to leave him behind in the height department.
what’s taking form of a hamster for some hours in the face of a free meal?
“what! why?!” his eyes turn over to the girl, lower lip jutting out. “but i want beef, who cares about veggies? hey! do you know how uncomfortable it is to be one of those dumb octopuses? you don’t even have a proper seawater tank and i can’t even text while i’m doing it!” the shifter continues in his whine, hands reaching out to grip onto jumi’s, tugging with every word.
“six! since we’re sharing, let’s do six! huh, noona? huh?”
the fucking audacity.
the attempt to be cute doesn’t quite work on her, given he’s still very much human. if he had turned into a hamster at that moment, maybe she would’ve felt compelled to say yes immediately. maybe. definitely — no, maybe. curse her weakness for all things adorable.
the fault still lies in her for befriending a scammer still going through a growth spurt and thus, left to feed what feels like someone with a bottomless pit of a stomach.
“who has space for a proper tank in this economy? do i look like mother theresa to you?” if he says yes, she’ll choke him because she definitely doesn’t have any wrinkles of that sort ( thank you, faerie genes ). “you’ll live.” then an idea pops up just when the thought of spending money on six plates of beef starts to settle in. she takes a seat, sliding the menu over to him.
“actually, since i’m so nice and i’m the coolest friend — aside from adam — ever, fine. but only if you make that expression again. i lost the picture from last time.”
no, she didn’t.
sour candy.
avhyunjin.
people step around ground girl like she’s nothing more than a particularly unpleasant splat on the concrete. hyunjin stares at ground girl — there’s a considerably manic energy radiating off of her that hyunjin isn’t sure she wants anything to do with. she’s about to wish her luck and excuse herself, get back to her nice warm dorm room, take a long hot shower — when a gust of wind unceremoniously whaps the end of her scarf upwards onto her face.
ground girl seems to wilt at the state of her pile. hyunjin’s torn yet again, but after downing her lukewarm latte, ultimately crouches beside her. ❝ is this some kind of punishment? are you supposed to… clean all these off the ground? ❞ why can’t you leave is the unspoken question, but there’s probably something keeping her here. a thought occurs to hyunjin, and she leans in a bit.
❝ are you being bullied? is someone threatening to beat you up if you don’t, um… clean this up? ❞ it’s not like she fancies herself a hero, but hyunjin just thinks it’s cruel and unusual punishment for her to have been out here for so long. she’s pretty sure she can beat whoever it is up if they really did come for ground girl.
the impulse to count the salt from the beginning is overwhelming and it’s times like this where jumi isn’t particularly fond of her faerie blood. she halts, however, when the girl crouches down beside her. the action would move her to tears — no one really pays her any attention anymore when this happens — if she wasn’t so concentrated on keeping her hands away from the salt pile.
it’s a lost cause. leave it, jumi.
“those asshats just really had to pull the salt card. of all things! ” she drags her hands down her face, already planning her revenge in her mind. perhaps a drop from the fifth floor of the dorms would work. fair and square. even-stevens.
at the mention of being bullied, jumi lets out an incredulous laugh. “oh, that’s gas. it’s a biological impulse — i think. i just have to count them by the grain. y’know, faerie things.” she gestures at the salt pile, her lips forming a slight pout. “i just don’t see how tying someone to the fountain in their undies calls for this.”
peaches & cream.
avxsungjin.
sleep doesn’t come easy to the boy and he’s long been able to accept that. so instead of being tucked in bed and cozy under his blanket, he will be outside, hands tucked in the front pocket of his cozy hoodie that’s way too large for him.
he really enjoys walking, walking without really having a place to go. he finds it oddly calming but the real reason to that, something he won’t admit to himself, is how he hates going to sleep because he’s scared he’ll get nightmares of that night, of his brother.
tonight is like any other night. he’s walking aimlessly around the campus, looking down at his feet deep in thought. but then again, it’s not like any other night because at some point he here’s faint fluttering, and he feels this creeping feeling in his bones that he isn’t alone.
now any other person would’ve just ran, but sungjin obviously isn’t a part of the fraction of smart people who actually live at the end of horror movies. instead of bolting out of there, he looks up and the curious male sees a figure in the shadows, feet floating off the ground — a ghost.
sungjin can only let out a screech, and conjures a ball of psionic energy in his hand and throws it at the paranormal being he saw.
he misses by a hair and he already has another orb ready to go when an angry yell with slivers of an odd accent comes from the figure. he’s taken a back but he doesn’t let his guard down walking closer to where the voice came from ball of energy in hand.
“a-are you not a g-ghost?! going to kill me?! and eat my soul and innards or s-something?!” the boy attempts to yell back trying to sound brave but actually failing.
this is why sungjin is the first person that’s most likely to die in horror movies.
now, jumi has never considered herself to be someone who attacks people for no reason, unlike a certain blonde sick six member. her temper, though volatile and with consequence, has to be triggered. no, she has no particular reason for attacking people in the dead of the night — especially since she’s pretty fucking shitfaced.
so when she’s accused of murder and cannibalism, she lets out a scandalised gasp.
“do i look like a fuckin’ murderous ghost to you?” she gestures at herself, floating above her attacker who looks much younger than she expected. kids these days. “if anything, you’re the murderer here! tryin’ to hit me with that red ball —”
a sudden wave of nausea cuts her off and has her wavering in the air.
“motherfucker —”
she lands on the ground, right next to a bush that she promptly throws up on. the unwanted presence is forgotten in that moment, far too occupied to pay him any attention. wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she stands back up. “too much cream...” a glance at the redhead. “got any water?”
starstruck.
avbeom.
still reeling from the high of standing less than a foot away from his idol, beomseok makes his way through the crowd to find his friend. it’s easy to spot her, if only because her hair is light and there’s nothing much he can’t see from 6″6 feet off the ground.
“oh my god,” is what he says again, as if it’s the only three words he knows now. he’s still a little sweaty, still a little shaken up. he knows she’s joking–okay, he doesn’t really know, but he thinks she’s joking. and though he thinks this, he can’t help but take her seriously.
“yes,” he says to everything, stretching out the hem of his shirt and looking to the signature scrawled across it in black sharpie. “oh my god,” he says, “ohmygod, he’s so–that was thebestthingever ever. he was so nice and he sounded so nice and he was so nice and he smelled so nice. i can’tbelievethis–” he breathes with a laugh, looking almost as if he’s about to faint. “i need a drink–no, four.”
jumi lets out a loud laugh, shaking her head at her friend’s excitement, gaze landing on the signature on his shirt. looks like he already beat her to the autograph. “you lost me at oh my god.” another laugh, then her eyes light up at the mention of getting drinks. she downs the rest of her drink in what seems like a split second, lithe fingers wrapping around his wrist to drag him to the bar.
“now you’re talking my language!”
once they successfully weave their way through the crowd, she flags down the bartender with a grin. “eight blowjob shots please!” cue the doe eyes. the bartender’s expression softens. got her. “with extra cream!” then she turns to beom. “alright, that’s my order. what ‘bout you, fanboy?”
too proud.
avjisoo.
jisoo grins, and leans over to shove the new kid back, stumbling away. jumi’s a little too short to be an effective human barrier, but she certainly is good at distracting her. “fuck off,” she says, directed at the dumbass cowering behind jumi, and they run off. it isn’t a big deal; she hadn’t known their name, just recognised them from when she’d been training. something about the way they’d looked at her rankled, an insult she’d decided to avenge. she supposes the slight isn’t too bad when she gets to play with her favourite little irish faerie.
“the feck is yer prooblem,” she mocks, stretching the irish girl’s accent into unrecognisable korean. “gonna fight me, then?” she leans forward and pokes her nose. “c’mon, faerie.”
she snatches someone’s textbook, fucking around with the chains of carbon that run throughout the structure. their protest is heard, and ignored. the book destablises in her hand, carbon not quite strong enough to hold the rest of the object together. it’s the oldest trick in her book, the one that has the other students scrambling to protect their personal belongings before she ruins them as well. it’ll shatter on impact, if she does it correctly, cover jumi with carbon ash and broken bits of whatever other material was in there.
“aren’t you going to help them get it back?”
when the shitty attempt at her accent leaves jisoo’s lips, jumi is ready to throw hands. the switch is flipped and she’s no longer her typical cheeky self but an incredibly wrathful and spiteful faerie who will absolutely not stand for any kind of mockery. mercurial temper does run in her blood — think of it like the hulk, but a hundred times cuter.
the textbook jisoo holds up is bait and jumi knows it.
her temper gets a hold of her first before her thoughts can, grabbing the book right out of jisoo’s hand only to have carbon ash completely cover her entire being. this doesn’t even stun her into silence, instead it invokes a loud shriek as she shifts into her faerie form, the sigils on her skin glowing brightly underneath the dark carbon ash.
“kang jisoo, you fucking cunt!”
with her wings fluttering furiously, a large cloud of shimmery faerie dust hits the older girl.
sour candy.
avhyunjin.
it’s second nature at this point for hyunjin to make note of what the people around her are doing. she can’t help it- the importance of being observant had been drilled into her head, courtesy of years of espionage training.
there’s a girl crouching in the middle of the pathway. present tense, because she’d been in the exact same position the last time hyunjin’d walked by, which, according to her class schedule, would’ve made it about 2 hours. she eyes the other girl with a mix of concern and suspicion — what the fuck is she doing? it’s windy out ( she makes a note to check up on yena ), her latte’s getting cold and there’s a warm and comfortable bed waiting for her just a couple levels up…
the ground-croucher lets out a whine that hyunjin originally thought would’ve been only possible for a kicked puppy to make, and she abandons all dreams of getting back to her dorm before her coffee completely cools. ❝ you good? ❞
if people are staring, she doesn’t notice, the salt on the ground occupying most of her thoughts as she counts each grain with intense concentration, practically drowning out everything else around her. curse those fuckers, just you wait til i’m able to — seven hundred and fifteen.
it takes her a moment to register the words directed at her. muttering the number she’s reached to herself, she looks up at the girl and points at herself. “me? i mean, technically no because i’ve been here for ages and the salt pile hasn’t even shrunk by a noticeable amount!” she gestures at said pile, which appears to have a good two hundred or so grains left. estimated from experience of course.
“but this is nothing new! don’t you worry, everything is under control.”
right then and there, a sudden gust of wind. she stares at the mess with a mortified expression. and the growl her stomach lets out is the cherry on top.
“oh, for fuck’s sake.”
avsori.
@avjumi
[ text → jumi ] i’m here! [ text → jumi ] discussion room a
sori swings her legs, waiting for her tutee to show up. jumi has a wonderful accent, she won’t lie, the irish drawl gives their language a jumping cadence that she likes. still – it’s probably important that, no matter how cute her accent is, jumi’s able to actually communicate with the rest of the school.
which is where she comes in: she’d volunteered to be jumi’s tutor in korean. she has a couple of intermediate level assignment books, and twenty-three years of speaking the language. it shouldn’t be too difficult, she thinks. she likes the girl, it’s a subject she’s more than familiar with, and if all else fails she can tell them to cut it out.
the door to the room she’d booked opens, and sori turns to grin at the girl coming in. “hey!” she waves, gestures jumi over. “we’ve got two hours, so where do you wanna start?”
the fact that her parents never seemed to bother to teach jumi korean, save for the basics, as a child is still something she brings up every time she visits them. it’s safe to say that when she landed in korea, she had the vocabulary of a toddler, if not worse. only then did her parents realise where they went wrong.
it does make her feel a little better knowing that they also had their struggles with the language.
thankfully, she has sori to help her now. a whole lifesaver who also has the cutest smile ever. three years in the academy and the older girl still helps her out. jumi is truly blessed.
she doesn’t bother to text back since she gets it when she’s just rounding the corner to the room. waving at the older student with a bright grin, she heads over. “can we go over the harder grammar bits again? i feel like i’m still messing up.”
wussup! this is kim jumi aka nix, avenger academy’s resident faerie from dublin! she’s a little cheeky and temperamental, y’kno, your usual faerie of the otherworld realm — but she’s only 20% faerie, i think,, i haven’t bothered to properly work out the math. you may check out her profile here and i’ll leave some tl;dr info under the cut!
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too proud.
for @avjisoo.
there’s a line between pranking and bullying, and while jumi doesn’t think that she’s ever crossed it, she does know people who have. the sickly six or whatever really don’t make things better for themselves. neither has the school, if she’s being honest, but that is a discussion she’d rather not get involved in. there are other matters to attend to.
such as jisoo cornering a new kid on the first day of school.
classy.
jumi scowls when she notices, heading over their way. “jesus —” she stands in between the two, facing the older student with an annoyed expression. she’s just a few centimetres shorter, it’s not a noticeable difference, especially when her glower nearly rivals that of one of the so-called villain of the campus.
“would it really kill ya to be nice for a day? like seriously, the fuck is your problem?”
peaches & cream.
for @avxsungjin.
it’s three in the morning and jumi is just making her way back to the dorms from club galaxy. humming a soft tune as her wings flutter ( a little erratically, for that matter ), she is completely unaware of her surroundings. because tonight, someone brought not one, but two cans of whipped cream.
safe to say that if she was in her human form, she wouldn’t be able to make it five steps out the door.
speaking of which, she can’t seem to shift to her human self either. but from what she can recall, she hasn’t shifted at all tonight. that thought leaves her scratching her head. is it possible to induce confusion on herself?
but her train of thought, for a lack of a better term, is interrupted by a yell followed a glowing ball of red energy flying her way. a string of incomprehensible curses leaves her lips as she somehow dodges it, eyes narrowing as she heads over to the source of the unexpected attack. “oi!” she looks down at the redhead. “what was that for?!”
starstruck.
for @avbeom.
the view is great from up here, right beside the floating balcony. just watching the band from above using her wings is much more stable than chilling on the balcony. but that only applies to when she’s sober. otherwise, it’s a little redundant and does make her stomach churn a bit.
she can spot beom from above, looking the same way he does every time whenever triple A are playing — specifically, taohan. completely and utterly starstruck. it’s adorable as much as it is hilarious. nursing her drink, she continues to act as a spectator, watching him talk to the singer for the first time, mentally cheering him on as if he could hear her before moving on to mind her own business on the dance floor.
eventually, she finds her buddy with no singer in sight and swoops in, voice just barely audible over the rave music. “heyo!” now in her human form, she has to stand on her tiptoes to give him a light pat on the back. “how’d it go? did you get an autograph?” then she gives him a mischievous look. “want me to ask if there are any openings for groupies?”
sour candy.
for @avhyunjin.
they say karma is a bitch and boy are they right. she supposes this is what she gets for pulling that prank a few days ago. it’s only fair after all, and she had prepared herself for any incoming tricks. however, she really wasn’t expecting this.
a giant pile of salt spilled right in front of her, preventing her from going to grab lunch.
curse them.
so here jumi kneels, disgruntled as she obsessively counts the grains of salt one by one, other students walking around her as if she’s moses and they’re the red sea — only that she’s certain that moses felt a lot happier. she doesn’t know. she never paid attention during church.
“seven hundred and two... seven hundred and three...” then her stomach lets out a sound and in turn, she lets out a distressed whine. maybe she shouldn’t have sent that person a rigged box that sprayed fairy dust all over them.
medium rare.
for @avhojun.
the sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and jumi is fluttering a good meter off the ground as she walks flies alongside hojun. kid’s just too tall for his own good. also too demanding, which coming from her means a lot. still against all odds, they’re pretty close friends, even if he does trigger the more moody side of her at times. a lot of times.
it’s not fun having to deal with a sixteen year old who’s really going through it.
but he can be cute. that is, when he’s in the form of a dumbo octopus or more importantly, a hamster. however, today’s deal involves a dormouse and barbecue. somehow, beef jerky doesn’t make the cut when it comes to wanting meat.
“okay so,” she touches ground, wings folding themselves in as she opens the door to their usual barbecue joint. “i’m limiting you to four plates of beef today — shared. go wild with the veggies or whatever, but we are not draining my wallet today, yeah?”
oh, the things she does to fawn over a dormouse.
