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newly odd || rain&&ryu

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ryu is...confused, to say the least. after all, it isn’t often that anyone approaches him out of the blue, and even then it’s typical that their purpose is obvious, if dull. but this girl doesn’t seem to have any discernible reason for trying to sneak up behind him, other than perhaps attempting to annoy him or elicit a response of some kind. though she’s failed to do much of the former he has acknowledged her existence before she’s made herself known and in a sense that is an accomplishment. tilting his head to the side, eyes flicked upwards, he is rather unnerved at how cheerful this girl is, after all there really isn’t anything to be so utterly happy about in the first place, let alone anything to do with him when all he’s done is sit here and create wind. perhaps, he muses, she’s in need of an air conditioner or a fan and thought the best way would be to ask him. he immediately dismisses the thought because he’d never agree to anything of that sort but honestly, it’s the most plausible theory he’s come up with so far. he’s surprised, when they prod him in the shoulder with their finger - but doesn’t do anything other than raise an eyebrow, more amused than annoyed. his expression freezes for a moment as he processes the question, after all, it isn’t everyday that someone compares you to blood sucking horror movie fodder. he smiles, letting his teeth show as he tilts his head, “I don’t really care, I’ll drink anything.” playfully sliding a tongue over his incisors, he adds, “in case you were wondering, that does include blood.” his hand shifts in the barest of acknowledgements, “Jae Ryu, seventh year.” he shrugs in response, letting them interpret that as they will - the seat isn’t taken but he isn’t entirely invested in continuing this interaction any longer. his fingers returning to making deft gestures, the air a slight brush over his skin as it shoots out to skitter pebbles across the floor into neat piles. moving the stacks of stones around absently, he waits.

#q #caerain #newlyodd.#reply;

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jasmine embers || aro&ryu

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ryu considers himself to be an extremely observant individual - after all, that’s the manner by which he makes his living, and with regards to what’s going to happen to him when he leaves this school he hasn’t done much less than stake his life upon his abilities. this is, really, why he’s spent so much of his life with his attention trained upon faces and expressions - learning to understand the emotions that play out and discovering the nuance in each individual. as such, his instinct insists that his eyes flick to the other man’s face, and he is once again faced with their particular nuance - the expression of recognition is always less than instant. it’s an expression of relief, in many ways - that the person approaching is friend and not foe and there is a part of him that is glad to see that upon their face. of course, a person nicer than he may try to mitigate the situation slightly with identifying themselves immediately upon encountering the other but not only is he not nearly that kind, he finds that an insult to the other man’s abilities and thus is steadfast in refusing to make things easier. (furthermore, it is not insignificant that he is astoundingly lazy at times) rummaging through the cabinets for a kettle, ryu puts the water on to boil as he searches for everything else he needs. he throws and absent-minded grin over his shoulder as he replies, “well, I’ve been doing the bare minimum needed to succeed since the second I got here so I’m probably a worst case scenario, honestly. you? how’s the term been so far?” they both know what he’s said isn’t quite true, given the amount of effort he puts into his combat classes and the unmitigated interest and enthusiasm he has for psychology but the spirits there. having only been able to fish out a tin of tea leaves and a cup, he turns to aro, “do you know if we have a teapot, by the way? i thought we did but perhaps am mistaken.”

#aroxcae #jasminembers.#reply;

newly odd || rain&&ryu

ryu slides his hands into his pockets, tipping his head back as he walks along one of the familiar paths that wind around the outer edges of caelum. it’s a beautiful day, he thinks, it’s a beautiful day and honestly it doesn’t even register as such in his mind. he’s sure there’s some part of him that realizes it’s sunny and is thus rejuvenated or put to rights but it must be so very small so as to practically not exist. for him nothing is out of the ordinary, really, though perhaps it is a few degrees warmer than previously common and without the clouds he can feel heat rise from the pavement where the sun has been shining all day. honestly, though, the most noticeable change is the sheer number of people outside - and he’d hoped for a second that they’d at least be doing something interesting but no, apparently all they’re good for is giggling and throwing frisbees. jumping onto one of the stone walls that line the path, he perches gingerly - crouching to keep his center of gravity low so as to keep his balance. with a soft sigh, he starts allowing air to flow past him - creating small wind cells in order to keep himself cool, before pulling small stones out of his pocket. tucking his head against his free hand, he absently levitates the stones with pockets of air, twisting and turning to keep them aloft. it’s practice, honestly - something as fine and precise as manipulating small stones that must be done simultaneously with some mundane background task without faltering in either. just brain training, he thinks - his mind and his control are his most powerful weapons and he enjoys honing them every chance he gets. he lets the stones drop into his hand as he sees someone approach, and he raises an eyebrow, asking rather brusquely, “what do you want?” caerain

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jasmine embers || aro&&ryu

it is in that odd hour of the evening when the sky is already dark and dinner has already passed and yet it isn’t late, it isn’t night, it’s just...deepening, transitioning, flowing from blue to purple to black. ryu tilts his head left, back and round again, eyes falling shut as he rolls out the tension from his shoulders after having sat in the same chair for over 3 hours. having finished all his homework, he summarily straightens his desk, standing smoothly to survey his room with a discerning eye. there’s nothing wrong, or out of place - but something feels off and he can’t quite place it. there’s just something...perhaps the closet door isn’t closed fully or the bed isn’t straight or the covers too lumpy for his liking but no that had ceased to bother him long ago, no, this must be something else. it takes a moment until he realizes what is missing; noise. It is quiet enough for him to feel as though it were the dead of night and yet his body knows it’s barely late enough for sleep to be an acceptable option. the discord rings at him, and he groans quietly, deciding to go out and just do something. anything. he slips out of his room, the cool air of the hallway soothing over his skin as his feet pad over the carpeted floor, fingers trailing against the walls. absently, he decides he should probably make some tea - the process is calm in its own way, and he’d rather not sleep for a few hours yet. turning into the kitchen, he is met with what is honestly, a familiar sight at this point - it has been quite a few years after all. “Hello, Aro, fancy meeting you here,” he greets, stepping towards the cupboards, “I just came in to make some tea. How are you?” aroxcae

#q #aroxcae #jasminembers.#reply;#{i hope you don't mind i went ahead and wrote it}

scratch and burn || ji&&ryu

A self satisfied smile plays over his lips as he draws himself to his full height after a particularly vicious simulation, watching his surroundings steadily flip back into the metal chrome paneling of the combat hall. brushing hair away from his face,he leaves for the lockers, waving a hand at the control room absently in acknowledgement for the work they’d done. He braces his arms against the sleek tiled walls of the showers, letting the spray fall over his downturned head and wash the sweat and grime away - as well as a not insignificant amount of blood he notes, watching washed out red swirl down he drain. Eyes closed, he mentally takes tally of the injuries he’s attained. A single deep cut when he didn’t dodge fast enough, rough skid marks and abrasions from sliding along the floors and he’s certain the bottoms of his feet are going to bruise from that last landing. All in all not too terrible and he contemplates forgoing a visit to the infirmary until he shifts his weight and pain cracks up his spine - ah...he’d forgotten being thrown against the wall had fractured a rib. He supposes that should get looked at.

Sliding back into his clothes, he strides out of the lockers lightly, heading to the infirmary, wondering idly how long it would take to be healed. It doesn’t matter, he surmises, after all his company is endlessly interesting. Knocking on the door, he peeks his head in with a cheeky grin “Hello again, it’s always so nice to see you.” He slips in fully, heading towards a chair, “Though I do wish it were under different circumstances you’ll be happy to note I’ve washed this time!”

caeyong

#scratchandburn.#reply;#caeyong #{ heh sorry i tried to make it short! only the last paragraph rly matters honestly }

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Red Roses & Thistle!

RED ROSES: Who is someone your character has truly loved?

His mother and father, perhaps. As much as a 7 year old can love someone. He isn’t quite sure what it means to ‘truly love’ someone, however. After all, he’s never felt as strongly attached to anyone as he did to his mother, the first few months after the accident and yet - he knows now it was all his mind playing tricks on him and if nothing has yet measured up to a lie then surely…it’s never happened.

THISTLE: already done!

#ask; meme;#aroxcae

Nightshade, thistle

NIGHTSHADE: What is a painful truth your character has had to face?

There are weaknesses he cannot change or remove or do anything to, really - they are shackles around his wrists he cannot escape. In one aspect he’ll always be a few rungs below and a few yards behind.

THISTLE: already done!

#ask;#meme;#caexcho

Zinnia

ZINNIA: Does your character ever miss their friends?

He doesn’t have many friends. The closest things he could have to a friend all reside at the academy. Though there were a few boys and girls from the orphanage that he’d associated with - the population composition changed so often that rarely were there lasting connections (nor did he particularly feel the need to form any).There was one boy, though. He wonders if they’re dead, sometimes. He does not particularly miss their company.

#ask; meme;#caexhugo

laurel and rosemary

LAUREL: If your character could be remembered for one thing, what would it be?

Probably how little he cares for anything. Or how fickle he is? He is indescribably fickle - his moods turn on a dime and there’s little rhyme or reason to anything he does. He just does whatever he feels like, whatever would afford him the most amusement, the most interest. You see, he’s always so incredibly bored - he’d be willing to do a lot to relieve that.

ROSEMARY: What is something your character will always remember?

They say that scent can wrap incredibly tightly along with a memory - so much so that a single hint of it can bring a rush of images to your mind, otherwise unprompted. Ryu will never forget those smells - spilled wine and cigarette ash for one, gasoline and burning rubber the other.

#ask;#meme;#caehoseok

poppy, snowdrop, love-lies-bleeding.

POPPY: What is something your character wants to forget?

the way his mother looked that day - as though she didn’t know to have a care in the world. burdens weighed her shoulders down yet she just looked...vacant, unseeing, unhearing, unfeeling - she was dead long before he killed her.

SNOWDROP: Already done!

LOVE-LIES-BLEEDING: Has your character ever done something even though they didn’t want to?

Yes. For the most prominent example of this, please refer to the above. It could’ve been an accident - should’ve been an accident, honestly, but to him it was something he did with his own hands. He never wanted to do it yet...there is little regret.

#ask;#meme;#caeyerim

marigold, quince, sage

MARIGOLD: Describe a time or reason your character felt jealousy.

oh for that you’d have to go back quite a while - he’s hardly jealous now, for there’s little for him to be jealous of. he has almost everything he wants, really. so perhaps - perhaps when he was 16 and oh so bored with no sense of direction, when he envied others who knew how to cure their apathy, who knew what they wanted and how to get there. he lacked purpose, and it stung that he felt he’d never obtain it. though of course, now he has.

QUINCE: One temptation your character has had.

temptation? but temptation is everywhere - in innocence, in naivete, in the way people old tightly to their secrets because of the power they keep but don’t you know, silly fools, the tighter you squeeze the more hold they have on you but no matter, that is your death to die. there is always temptation, after all, to send people spiraling off center, to weaken their balance so that a slight breeze could topple them over. it is so very satisfying to watch people fall - what else could hold one’s interest for so long?

Sage : already done!

#meme;#ask;#Anonymous

( SAGE and SNOWDROP !

SAGE: What is one thing they have learnt?

Strength is but a matter of perspective. There’s nothing he cannot destroy if he puts his mind to it, after all. (Though there are times where it may take a while, in the end … sometimes his body simply can’t keep up)

SNOWDROP: Describe a time they felt hope.

There was a boy, at the orphanage - a young boy, the same age as he, and they were so very bright. Warm and kind and their light fell upon him more than anyone else. Of course in the end they fell and he burned.

#ask;#meme;#[ well that was unintentionally sad D: ]#caeyong

Iris

IRIS: If your character could send one person a message, who and what would it be?

It would probably be to his mother (though whether or not she’d actually receive it remains a philosophical / theological debate that he’d really rather not get in to) to say thank you, I wouldn’t be who I am if you hadn’t been the way you were.

#ask #meme #(that is to say she was awful)#caesoojung