baby, i'm your forever girl!

baby, i'm your forever girl!

[avsori]

Lost Journals

[avsori]

avbookie‌:

(...)

His right hand overlaps hers as he receives the journal back, only for his left to take her right in an underhanded, gentle embrace as newfound confidence from the opportunity instills itself into him in a form of an empathizing concern, “Sori, you bring a light in my life like no other,” he leads her to the side of his bed and seats the two of them down, not letting go of her grip as he rambles, “You know, when I think back to when we were kids, I am always delighted. When I think back to our reunion back then, I am always elated. When I see you at the end of the day…” deliberate pauses help Hoseok fight back emotion as he steadies his breathing before continuing, “On nights where we’re silent and tired… on nights where we spend the whole evening talking… Or, on nights that I just have your company… I just have you and that always makes me happy. I want to give that back to you,” his hand starts rubbing the top of her palm, “It pains me to see you like this, to feel you like this, a-and I have no idea why,” tears finally escape his lids, Hoseok covering his face with his bare arm as he concludes, “N-no idea why I let this happen, or how it happened. Won’t you tell me, Sori? I’d do anything to make you as happy as you make me,” Hoseok remains teary-eyed and sniffling, as soft laughter of joy escape him while he thinks of memories. He regains some composure to emphasize, “Anything at all. It’s the very least of what I can do for you, you know that,” he finally lets go of her hand and spreads his arms wide again in hopes that she might indulge in another hug.

she feels disappointed for a brief moment, when hoseok admits he misplaced it, that perhaps, as much as it was written about her, it wasn’t for her. but what’s done is done; she’s read it, she can’t pretend not to know about his feelings any longer, even if she didn’t deserve this knowledge. lately, knowledge is all she lacks, at every turn, and having even this little bit eases the loss.

“it’s a good time now,” she says, softly, as he takes the journal back.

hoseok takes her hand in his, and she lets him lead her to his bed. she can’t return the sentiment, but his words spoken soften something in her, soothe and assuage the stinging hurt. it feels strangely gratifying. she hasn’t cried yet, hasn’t mourned what she’s lost, but hoseok feels so deeply for her that he does. no one would believe that this is a villain, feared member of the sick six, if they were to enter the dorm right now; all he is, is a man wrapped around her finger, and willing to do anything for her. it’s selfish, that she feels comforted by that, and yet she does; it overrides any guilt she could feel about making use of someone she’s known for so long.

he opens his arms out, plain on his face that he’s hoping for another hug, and sori leans into him and tilts her head up. she can count his eyelashes now, can see the way his pupils dilate just by looking at her. “will you do this for me?” she asks, and her voice is quiet, pulling him closer in, lips nearly touching. she won’t take, but she’ll let hoseok give himself to her.

[avserenity-deactivated20190727]

* gathering the pages┊msr

[avsori]

avserenity‌:

(...)

as she approaches the correct place, already she can sense someone’s presence inside and doesn’t even bother to knock, “sori?” her head barely peeks inside (she wasn’t about to enter full force in— just in case the other was exercising their powers— wouldn’t want a limb to get chopped off or something). “i’m sorry that i’m a little late—” she’s apologizing for mere minutes, “i forgot my notes for brain spelunking and ran back to get it…” a lie. she’d been reading in her room when sori called, but that’s a too predictable action of yeoreum’s.

there are few people she has to take refuge in, instead of drinks and bad decisions, but she’s late. sori holds out a hand, trying to summon something into being, feels like she’s begging a non-entity to put something as small as a grain of rice into her palm. nothing happens: she screams it out, claws at reality she can’t see, and doesn’t warp reality, not even the smallest tear.

PLEASE.

her words are missing something crucial, but she no longer remembers what it was. her thoughts don’t hammer at her head, don’t strike the same urgency they once did when she looked at each student and the something she’s forgotten. it’s on the tip of her tongue, what she’d forgotten – they get swallowed back down just as she thinks she’s on the precipice of a discovery.

and she can’t even will a friend into her presence, waiting for yeoreum. at least she has someone to confide in; she can try to forget, with hoseok and kyungjae and areum, but forgetting won’t fix things. that’s why she’d asked yeoreum to come to the training centre, after the director put her on probation. they’ve never overlapped in their domains, and this gave her some comfort, though she, once again, cannot remember why. but the friendship remains a comfort even without parts of what made it so, and yeoreum is one of the only people she dares to be as vulnerable with as she is now.

“hey,” she calls, waving the other girl over. there’s none of the forced energy, manic optimism she’s put on as a front. “it’s okay.” sori gestures to the mat she sitting on. “i’ve been trying to... project something, y’know? anything. i used to be able to do that, but for some reason... the words just don’t feel right anymore. i dunno what to do.”

[avsori]

Lost Journals

[avsori]

avbookie‌:

(...)

In the end, he decides to fight his urges in support of an old friend, “It’s been a day, yeah? You look like you could use a hug,” Hoseok keeps his arms wide as he presents the most cheerful expression he can muster for her sake.

he stands by the door and equivocates, and sori stands and takes his outstretched hand to pull herself into his arms. “ i do,” is all she says, letting herself be held, letting him hold her.

she gives herself nine seconds to stay that way, counting silently before leaning back on ten, meeting his gaze. hoseok looks different, up close; she could count his eyelashes if she wanted to, observe the way she knows his pupils will dilate as she looks up at him. instead she pulls away after keeping his gaze on her for a long, heavy second. there’s vulnerability in knowing someone for too long, and she doesn’t want him to see the hurt that the other earth has wrought on her. that would defeat the purpose of this; all she wants is to pretend that the past few days’ events haven’t happened.

so she turns away, walking towards the drawer she’d kept his journal in. it flips open when she pulls it out, to the page behind the first one. she can’t say she knows exactly what it means, but she recognises the same, gentle sentiment behind the words as the other pages, this one more direct and equally genuine. for lend my heart to her cloaked tears. sori runs her thumb along the edge of the page, not touching the words within. it’s this sentiment that gives her a little more confidence; she closes the journal and holds it out to hoseok. he’s written it down, so he must know – and perhaps he’ll allow it.

“i found your journal,” she offers, not pretending to have kept it untouched; he surely knows she’d have at least flipped through it. “was it for me, or did you misplace it?”

[avsori]

Lost Journals

from: @avbookie

Bar passage, maiden, for tonight is dark. Incheon, her lights amiss from this dorm wall, Ah, where shall I pursue that beauty’s spark For I may beckon to the nymphet’s call.

Alike in ways, in memories of truth. Reverberate so soundly within hearts Of those away from lovely home and youth. Await return, beginning from the starts.

Yet, here are we, to grow… to live afloat A dream about a world unsaid, unheard, Until we find a passion to devote. Not even I alone may see… it’s blurred…

Perhaps, the green may come between the red. Perhaps… best leave the silent dread unsaid.

the handwriting is familiar; she’s seen hoseok’s handwriting often, having shared a childhood together and a dorm for the past year, but she’s never seen what goes into the handwriting itself. sori flips through the journal curiously, then back to the poem she’d found it open on.

she doesn’t quite understand the poem, but she knows he’s written it about her, perhaps for her, and so she keeps the journal in her drawer. there are bits she recognises, about them, about her, and what she doesn’t she knows must mean more. he doesn’t seem to be too hasty about finding it, and something about the words soothes the nameless ache that’s stayed with her since they left 616, albeit temporarily.

she knows there are things she’s forgot, things she once knew and now doesn’t, but this is something she thinks she might have always known, even if hoseok hasn’t ever done anything about it. their paths have met and diverged, and they’ve come back together again now that they’re in the academy. perhaps it’s time for them to do something about it, even if it’s fuelled by feelings less genuine on her side.

the door to their dorm opens, and sori looks up, smiling. “hey,” she says, and if the warmth in her voice isn’t completely sincere, at least her smile is.

[avsori]

avhyeonsu‌:

( * it’s instinctive, how the first thing that pops up in his mind is if sori’s safe, nevermind his forehead drenched in blood ; ) ( * he forgets about everyone and everything once his arms are around her, the warmth of her body against his makes him wish this moment could last longer, much longer ; ) i-it’s okay sori, you’re safe now. i’m here for you. ( * his eyes can’t leave hers, it’s like he knows he won’t have this opportunity again, and he wants to say more, wants to do more ; ) ( * he doesn’t register the words she’s said to him, and he embraces her tighter ; ) we’re okay. ( * one could easily tell he was referencing to a whole other situation– one only sori would understand ; ) ( * her words finally dawn on him, and he quickly but very carefully places her down, his hands lingering on her for a few more seconds– ; ) i’m sorry, i was just so worried. i thought… ( * he doesn’t can’t look at her ; ) i thought i had really lost you. ( * he crosses his arms, not because he’s feeling anxious, but because he wanted so badly to wrap them around her ; )

( / she meets his gaze, refusing to back down. ) we are. ( / a lie, but one that it seems he needs to hear. it won’t matter what’s said now, when they inevitably return. ) ( / he puts her down and for a brief moment, she wants to cling on to him, make him regret giving up on her and what passed for a relationship between them. but he does that just fine by himself, hands staying for a moment too long, so instead she just shrugs. ) it’s fine. i’m fine. ( / lost you, she’d laugh at that if he didn’t look so genuine, enough to be unable to meet her eyes, folding his arms because she knows his instincts would put them around her. it’s the sincerity that cuts off anything scathing she thinks of saying. ) are you? ( / his forehead is bleeding, but she doesn’t reach out to soothe his cheek, to hold him closer – that’s no longer her relationship to him. )

( / the rest of the students are walking past them, and sori turns and starts walking with them, turning her head back to call to hyeonsu. ) we should hurry. don’t you have other students to heal? ( / her words are harsh, but her tone isn’t, and if they were still together it might even have been seen as teasing. now, she turns them into a reminder of what they were, and wants that to be sharp enough to hurt. )

[avsori]

avhyeonsu‌:

(...)

“you should take it easy for the next few days.” his reassuring expression came back, and he was already back to being right next to her. “how do you feel, though?” it was almost embarrassing, the way he was trying so hard for her to stay a few more minutes. a little longer. just a bit. for a while.

she ignores his admonishment, too mild for her to take notice and besides, she’s seen the way he lights up when she enters the infirmary. a couple of easily healed injuries are fine; she likes the careful, gentle way he holds her and takes care of her.

but it’s been more than a month of this, carefully tiptoeing around the feelings they’ve established exist and the late night visits to the school clinic for injuries that don’t quite warrant immediate medical attention. it’s high time, in her humble opinion, that the narrative brings in something a little more exciting.

the shot doesn’t startle her ( she’s all too familiar with this, thanks to the writers ) but she still tenses up at the first impact, until her wound heals. it’d be so much nicer if his powers took longer to take effect, a better reason to stay in the infirmary if he had byungjae’s slow working healing. his is a split second and it’s done, and falling so often makes her very aware of how little time it gives them together.

hyeonsu comes back to her, and she angles herself to face him. “i’m fine,” sori says, smiling up at him, “thanks to you.” she reaches out and traces above the little laugh lines, a thumb gently stroking his temple. “don’t worry about me.”

[ I CAN’T JUST KEEP FALLING, C’MON ] she says, [ MAKE A MOVE ]

to hyeonsu she smiles and tilts a little closer to him. “let me rest here for a while?”

[avsori]

power change!

as per the event!! sori’s power’s been downgraded, so where she used to have 4th wall manipulation and so could see reality as well as manipulate it, now she only has reality warping. so here’s her new power!

reality warping

the ability to change and manipulate reality. sori does so by projecting the reality she wants, and then shaping reality to fit into her desired model of reality. anything her heart desires, she gets!

strengths:

creation: she can manipulate anything object to turn into something else, or people to become something or someone else

enhancement: she can enhance or weaken existing characteristics present in objects or people, allowing them to be stronger or weaker

destruction: she can warp anything into dust, thereby destroying it

weaknesses:

limited to only what is already real, cannot conjure things out of thin air

can manipulate reality but cannot break it, that is, she can only experience and change things within her own human abilities

cannot manipulate certain people (muses, following the 4th wall manipulation weakness) for any lasting period of time

has to be specific about every part of the object that she wants to manipulate, or the object and reality won’t yield

warping is in general temporary, because reality resists her attempts at shaping it; as she improves on her control these manipulations could become longer lasting, but not right now

may be unable to differentiate reality from her projected desires

currently unable to effective shape reality, only able to project it to no one but herself, so technically is mostly powerless, only able to project what could be.

[avsori]

avryujin‌:

( // he clicks his tongue, but her words were the bitter truth. ) yeah i’m like a lot more important to be given a fuck about. but ouch, painful. you know i hate living right? ( // it’s a rhetorical question, of course. and he watched as she held onto the bottle because they both know she had no pockets or the sort on her for that. still, more luck than him. )  listen, anyone’s luckier than my sorry ass. that’s fact. ( // he laughed with her, not a single sense of urgency between the two. this was simply normalcy at it’s finest. he notes the bottle in her hand and nodded. ) yeah, gotta’ protect my baby. ( // he tugged at her lightly to head out and find a way to at least protect his moonshine from doomsday. ) 

( / she shakes her head, knowing that his statement is exactly the opposite. he may not want it, but the simple fact that ryujin’s remained alive, in more ways than the dictionary definition, is much more than a side character could truly wish for. ) you know that’s not fact. ( / she shrugs and hops off the bench, letting herself be guided along by him. ) your chances are probably greater than your moonshine’s. ( / she walks carefully down the stairs, with the rest of the panicked students. part of the building falls and she can see the fear of the student body rise in response, the rushing herd sweeping her away from her companion. ) oh, shit. ( / the bottle of moonshine drops to the floor, knocked out of her hands. so much for being luckier than ryujin. )

[avsori]

solo / event: earth 616 (prompt 3 — the past: what the world would have been)

they need the stones to return home, the stone that she houses in herself. the stone that, it seems, has given her the power to do something about the knowledge she has, unlike the sori of 616.

she’d wanted to be central, to have the greatest narrative importance. she’d raged against it, worked against it, squeezed herself into threads and loads that hadn’t contained her in the first place. she’d been selfish, saved herself over others, hoarded her importance jealously when no one else had understood what she saw. sori had tried to fight the narrative, and it’d figured her out. the narrative let her win, gave her the narrative importance she’d so desperately wanted only to take it all away from her.

she saves the academy; she loses herself.

the world spins, a zoetrope of everything she’s known and been through and experienced running past her and bleeding out into ribbons of knowledge that she tries to hold on to.

sori knows / doesn’t know that she was meant to have a different power, that the infinity stone had fundamentally changed the way it manifested and now without it, her power is weakened and lesser. she knows / doesn’t know that something else has fundamentally changed in the way she sees the world, can’t see the italics and narrative in the way she once did. she knows / doesn’t know that the fourth wall and its writers look on, pleased, with the arc she’s been given and the one they’ve put her on now. she knows / doesn’t know that everything will change, now, even if the past events turn into just a bad dream.

ribbons of what she knows and doesn’t flutter out of her grasp when she finally opens her eyes, to blue skies and a clear day.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

sori is going through some SHIT !!!!

the infinity stone being removed is going to have severe repercussions on her ability & character, so i’ll be still replying to threads but i won’t be starting any new threads/plotting for sori post earth 616 until i get her revamped & ready to go!!

the rundown is:

her original power before the reality stone was reality warping, but having the infinity stone changed the way it manifested, allowing her to see the 4th wall/reality on top of warping reality alone

its why 616-sori had 4th wall omniscience, because the infinity stone was able to affect realities and thus multiple soris through different realities!

however, without the reality stone now, sori no longer has any knowledge of the 4th wall and is back to having only reality warping

because all of her reality warping was done via the 4th wall, she has to relearn how to use her power in a different way since she can’t channel it through the writer anymore

i’m prob gonna un-maverick (?? lmao) her since to the director & the academy it’ll seem like she’s lost control over her powers since no one knew about the 4th wall in the first place

basically nothing will change before the earth616 event but things WILL be changing post event!! : ) gotta love chara dev !

[avxia-deactivated20210706]

* lost kitten

[avsori]

avxia‌:

(...)

it’s funny, he thinks, how quickly time passes when someone you don’t want to leave walks out of your life. it’s funny, he thinks, how he doesn’t blame her for the handful of hours he has spent worrying about her.

“hey, sori,” he says, lips pulling into a toothless smile that disappears as quickly as it had arrived, “kan here?”

kan believes that kittens are the answer to everything. he’s far from right, but she can’t deny that they help with the existential dread that comes with the narrative breaks every so often. he’d left her alone in his room, so she’s sitting here alone with only peanut and her toys for company.

sori jingles the little mouse toy over the kitten’s head and laughs when she pounces in reply, darting around while she swings the toy at random. “there you go, angel,” she praises, when peanut finally gets to the mouse, stroking under her chin and eliciting pleased little half purrs. she’s so focused on the kitten that she only looks up when she hears the door close, surprised to see xia instead of his twin.

“oh. hi. he’s not.”

it’s funny ( it’s not ), how the narrative likes to throw people at her when it knows she doesn’t want to see them, to be caught in the orbit of their narrative importance. it’s funny ( it’s not ), how much she’d cared about him, to the point of dragging him around to find his other half linked by a thread, sometimes at the expense of the direction her own storyline tried to lead her in. funny how it was only when she wised up that xia came looking for her, funny how despite being blind to the narrative and its strings he’d still been able to use it to what she sees as in his favour anyway.

she’d leave because of how awkward it is, but that feels like losing to the narrative, bending to its ranking of its characters. so she sits, unhappy, with peanut in her lap, and hopes xia leaves first.

[avbeom-deactivated20230529]

front row

[avsori]

avbeom‌:

( * motor control points towards running, so he nods and ignores that he can’t feel the stinging in his arm. ) come on ( * he grabs her hand tight and keeps her close to him, ready to catch a falling building on his shoulders if it means saving her. they’re feet away from the avengers building when a professor comes running towards them. you two, come with me, she says, then hurries inside, and beom starts to move towards the entrance before catching trouble from the corner of his eye. he lets go of her hand ) you go. i’ll be right behind you ( * it might be a lie, but he’s running back to the sidewalk too soon to tell )

( / she’s running, the free and easy attitude she’d had at the start gone because beomseok is hurt. she hadn’t factored that in, hadn’t concerned the possibility that the deus ex machina would take from another muse, and sori feels guilty. ) he’s hurt. ( / she looks at the professor in frustration; the woman is but a side character, no agency of her own, and at the complete mercy of the narrative. and still she’s shocked at the absolute lack of concern for the student who’s bleeding, a once over and then nothing. ) behind me? ( / she turns and glares at him, but beomseok’s already left, running back to the sidewalks. ) beom! ( / she wavers, hesitates for a moment. but her self-preservation wins out, her unwillingness to be someone else’s deus ex machina. ) owe you. ( / it’s said to the wind, to no one but the narrative that will hold her accountable. )

END.

[avtyrson-blog]

practice makes something. *

[avsori]

avtyrson‌:

(...)

he strides forward, past the pile of wooden staffs and training swords, and stretches out a hand, lips curled into a bright grin. she looks familiar (he’s been here for four years, most faces ring some kind of bell to him) but he hasn’t seen her around the training areas before - perhaps she doesn’t possess much of an offensive power, or perhaps she prefers to keep it to herself.

“have you done much combat before?”

she’s got the inklings of a plan already, ‘save the citizen’ comes every half year and sori’s well familiar with it. this is, however, only her second time playing the hero instead of hero support, and despite her confidence in her abilities she’d rather have something solid in her hands to back herself up if the writers decide to take it away from her.

the asgardian's language is stiff and formal, but he looks relaxed in the training room, holding a hand out. sori takes it and smiles up at him. he should know her; she’s been here for much longer than him, but they’ve never crossed paths because of their clearly different skill sets. the reason their paths intersect now is because she’s sorely lacking in a skill he definitely has; the narrative thread that ties them together is thin and tenuous, one that will likely only last for as long as their evaluation stands.

“vali?” it sounds much nicer, an easier name to pronounce. it’s much less formal than the obvious ‘son of war’ title that calling him mars would indicate. “that’s a nice name.”

she bounces on the balls of her feet, loosening up her limbs as she introduces herself. properly “i’m sori, uh... i don’t usually do combat, but i was thinking of brushing up on ranged combat, maybe with a weapon or something like that?”

[avsori]

solo / event: earth 616 (prompt 2 — the present: only the strong survive)

“i’ve seen you,” is what she’s greeted with.

“what?”

the older woman smiles at her warmly, the laugh lines she’s tried to stave off appearing in her counterpart’s face. it doesn’t look as terrible as she’d always thought it would. “we’re looking at the fourth wall differently. i can read it, you can move it. i’ve read about everything you’ve done, i’m glad to finally meet you.”

she looks at the older woman, looks at her carefully. some of the other muses have their narrative loads mirrored in their older versions, but hers from 616 is dimmed, with only one thread truly running across her storyline; she can see it in her own. her status is a reflection of sori’s, not truly her own, and her heart aches for the woman who must know this just as she does. she can’t imagine herself in any version, content with what must be hell, to share the knowledge she does and have no power to do anything about it. her older self must know that, because her smile doesn’t waver but it does soften with an understanding.

“it’s okay. we aren’t the same, even if we share the same face.” 616-sori gestures vaguely in the direction of the thread that runs through her narrative load. “i can’t see whatever you see here, but i know it exists, and i know i’m probably not what you’d call a muse. maybe half a muse?” she laughs, and sori is surprised to hear genuine contentment in it. “i’ve lived long enough to be okay with it.”

“why? why didn’t you– what about kiyo, don’t you know him? you could have tried, you didn’t have to– you don’t have to just accept it. talk to them! they listen, sometimes. it’s better than nothing.”

as if to prove her statement she directs her next question to the writers. [ WHY? ] she asks. [ WHY LET ME HAVE THIS POWER AND TAKE IT AWAY FROM HER? ] she gets no answer, but 616-sori speaks instead.

“i tried to fight it at first, but i couldn’t. i can’t, but i can make use of everything i know. it’s saved lives, even if i haven’t been in the spotlight.” she reaches out and pulls sori into a hug she doesn’t expect, then pulls back to cup her face with her hands. they’re calloused and rough against her cheek, a stark contrast to her soft, unworked ones. sori reaches up to cover the older woman’s hand with her own, mildly confused.

“i waited a long time to meet you. i’m glad i did.” 616-sori searches her eyes, and she sees a tinge of the self-same desperation she feels come into the other’s gaze.

“please remember me.”

explanation + plots!!

sori’s 616 ver has a slightly changed power: 4th wall omniscience, aka 616sori has read all the threads on the dash & knows what’s going on............ but nothing about what will happen or what has happened off the dash! (me, making use of the fact that i lov all of y’all & ur threads) so she knows what’s been happening, knows that she’s only temporary, despite her much longer life compared to our avsori!

in terms of plots:

again, hmu if u wanna interact w the older 616 sori!! would b funny that 616sori knows everything about them HAHA

but also kinda sad bc she knows she’s not real & not even a true muse so while avsori copes w her existential crisis by being overcompetitive, 616sori copes by making sure she’ll be remembered on new earth.......... pls i want a thread for her to be remembered by someone other than avsori

for avsori: infinity canons, they both understand the implication of the infinity stones in 616 & are worried about what will happen/what this means for them

[avsori]

avryujin‌:

( // the sky was blue, the birds were chirping, and he had an unsettling feeling in his stomach. he blinks down at sori who leaned on his shoulder and gave a dramatic sigh. ) you know i have shit luck, i lose all my bets. ( // he huffed at her but his expression turned playful and bright not too long after. he then looked up at the red sky when he noted her exclamation and where she was looking. nonchalantly, he added. ) huh, looks like we’re getting fucked. maybe it’s meteors. ( // he turned to look at her again, making sure his two bottles of moonshine was okay. ) you think the side characters are gonna’ get wrecked? also i think i’m gonna’ get fucked by it too so maybe…( //he took out one of his moonshine and handed it to her. ) keep that safe for me since you’re luckier than me ‘kay?

( / laughing at his comment, she shakes her head. ) never mind your side characters, worry about yourself. ( / she knows at least that much, they’re both privy (albeit in different ways) to how very indestructible ryujin is. though he’s not wrong about his terrible luck. ) you’re not going to ‘get fucked’, not permanently. ( / she takes the bottle and mimes putting it into exactly zero of the pockets she has on her. she’s dressed for the aesthetic, not for practicality; not even the apocalypse that’s happening now is going to ruin that, anyway. ) you sure about that? ( / the building they’re in starts vibrating, violent and urgent, and she laughs it off, like she knows he will too ) we should leave soon before your moonshine ( / she shakes the bottle at him. ) is what gets fucked.

[avsori]

@avhyeonsu ; event: earth 616 prompt 1

( / her head hurts, the echoes of missiles landing ringing in her ears. waking up to the steady, gentle rhythm of someone carrying her makes it a little easier to orientate herself, though she gets rude shock when she looks up and finds a familiar face. ) hyeonsu? what– ( / for a moment she panics irrationally, nothing to do with the fact that the world’s gone to shit but just because she’s being held by hyeonsu in a manner far too gentle and far too familiar. sori has to take a moment to calm herself down, careful not to jerk out of his hold when he’s all that’s keeping her from landing on a heap on the ground. ) ( / that’s right, he’s only the school nurse. just the school nurse, which is why he must have been put on duty to watch over the hurt students. never mind the fact that she’s the only one in his arms. )  i can walk, you can put me down now.

[avsori]

@avryujin ; event: earth 616 prompt 1

( / there’s something in the air; the narrative slithers through the ground, laying the foundation for the chaos and development it wants to bring. she can feel it, cloying up the air and sticking people to its ground. )  hey, ryu. ( / sori leans her head on a shoulder, looking up at him. ) let’s make a bet. ( / her current companion has had the good fortune of being almost incinerated in their previous event (what everyone else knows as their monthly power evaluation), and it feels like something similar is going to be happening in a few hours, if not a few minutes. ) oh! ( / the ground shakes with the first plot development, and she looks out to see the sky on fire, then back to ryujin. sori smiles. ) what d’you think’ll happen this time?

[avbeom-deactivated20230529]

front row

@avsori

( * the teachers scream get to the basement, but he can see his classmates still littered across the sidewalk. twisted ankles and broken bones, and beomseok physically can’t bring himself to save himself when there are a million other people to get to. he runs and carries as many people as he can from the street to the building’s lobby. he’s on another run around the library when he sees her. ) sori! ( * he barely has time to say anything else, in the next moment, he’s running fast as he can to get to her. it’s barely enough time, too. he can’t grab her so he dives and throws his body in front of her. the wall falls on him, the ground shaking, bringing the debris along with it. stray wires scratch his arm open, blood on the sidewalk. but he can’t feel anything, really ) let’s go, we ‘gotta get to the basement

[avsori]

( / she’s walking towards the basement. that’s the location the narrative is ushering her towards, and so sori’s headed in that direction. there are screams and the sounds of crushed crashing buildings all around but the one thing she knows is this: the deus ex machina will always solve everything, despite and because of sheer stupidity; it keeps her alive much better than any of her organs ever could. which is why, when she sees the almost meteoric piece of debris falling down towards her, she doesn’t panic, just lets it come at her because she knows it won’t hit anything vital. ) beom! ( / fuck, fuck fuck fuck. her deus ex machina comes in the form of another person, splitting their arm open to save her. ) what the fuck, are you– ( / he’s clearly not okay. ) beom, damn it, c’mere. ( / sori grabs his other arm and tries to shield him with her body, hoping the deus ex machina finds a better method to work its magic. ) that was stupid, god, but thank you, i– ( / she can’t find the words, so she settles on: ) let’s go, i owe you one.