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Giants || Lime & Zelo
What if his bronchi were to turn into tree roots, and embed themselves underneath the dirt after the inevitable meeting between two, hidden, capricious souls? Looking up to the first born leaves, flower buds and blooming blossoms, Zeloâs mouth turned into a smile, grabbing onto one of the banished petals. That was a fate he would be satisfied with; alive without thought, working on automatic adaptation. What a beautiful way to live. He let the shard of a flower drift back downwards, expression falling back into a qualm state, the smile predeceasing and false like the lies he had spun an hour before the present.
The dragon boy had no problems with listening to the quest given to him. Zelo simply had to justify the falsehood of what was requested as deceit with intentions that were genuinely benevolent. It should have been complete by now, he could imagine Chanyeol managing to force his way into Hyelimâs tent with those large eyeâs bulging, muttering an apology before fulfilling his mission. Tell the woman that someone, fifteen minutes north of her tent, had been injured in the forest and couldnât make it back to the camp. A broken leg that was bleeding generously, possible concussion from clumsy footwork. Since the man was relatively new he didnât have to think of a person to name for the lie, since Chanyeol shouldnât know many people in the circus by name anyways. He wasnât fond of lying, or using people, but it didnât bother him anymore. It was like drinking something bitter, with no adverse effects, not a drop of guilt coming from the blend of dry, repulsive tea leaves.
From the way he saw it, there werenât many other options left for him to take. When he heard of her return the first thing he thought to do was run, grab her, never let her go, that whole romanticized possessive bullshit that they shove into movies. There was no movie magic, no big scene where the lovers reunited. She had shut him out, she seemed to shut everyone out, and with good reason. He could imagine that she had valid logic that explained her hiding away; razor blade emotions, trauma, fear, anxiety, He didnât believe that she was acting with cruel intentions. That being said, it still burned, and the heat only grew until the degree jumped from one to three, until he was left feeling more acrid than desperate to keep her from disappearing again.
She should be here soon, and he wondered what he would feel when he finally saw her again. Would these negative emotions and thoughts leave him? Would he be baptized by relief of seeing her alive, in once piece, real and not a dream? He rubbed the back of his neck, standing in front of the tree that had carving lines dug around itâs trunk; several butteries, names, poetry - half of them were from him, several years ago, the other half belonged to a girl who used to be in the circus. Chances were, no, it was guaranteed that Hyelim would become scattered memories to him as well, only this time there was the romantic attraction that made such knowledge hurt twofold.
Vainly he wished to be able to not see such a day, selfishly he would rather be the one who mutters doleful phrases like âyaâaburneeâ. Zelo stood from his spot on the ground, hidden by the tree, which he was starting to decide to be a bad decision on his part. Initially he found the location to be fitting, accidental, yet it connected past events to present ones and reminded him to not make any mistakes. Now he only felt more prone to lash out, rip holes into what was already withering away. That could be for the better, but he didnât want that to be the ending he was given, would prefer to stray away from torn threads and tragedies. Right. It shouldnât be long now, and tentatively he peered to the other side, wondering if he would see the blond girl or if he had been deceived, that he would realize the her return had just been a fabrication of his mind to sooth the lost dreams that ended as nightmares.
The blonde healer had somewhat welcomed the intrusion of her tent by a slightly panicked looking man who she did not quite recognise, clearly a new person who had joined during the chaotic weeks during and following her absence. She nodded with an intense expression not due to worry on her own part, though of course that was still present, but due to a strong desire to actually leave her tent and start actually doing something. The past few weeks had just been mindless check-ups of performers old and new, nothing exciting. The girl had grown bored and restless whilst struggling to think of something to change this without actively injuring someone then running to the rescue.
Lime willingly followed the man to the supposed injured person, shorter legs struggling to keep up with the hurried footsteps of her messenger. Though she had yet to discover that this was all an act, a simple ploy to get her to a place she didn't quite want to be, the woman would later reflect upon how excellently this man, Chanyeol, played his part. However this reflection would only come after anger and slight hatred for the Dragon boy, despite his overall innocence in the situation.
When she had been told of someone having a serious leg injury and potential head injury, the person she was eventually presented with had been the last person on her mind. However that wasn't to say that they weren't on her mind. As Chanyeol took her further out to the outskirts of the circus old memories started to tumble through her mind, causing an odd sensation of joy mingled with pain to coarse through her body. It was almost as if she anticipated seeing Zelo shadowed by a tree, one of which marked no significance to her, though at first she believed she had simply been seeing things she wanted to see, this was soon proven to be false as they drew closer.
Her chest began to ache as her heart throbbed painfully underneath, this man was the person she wanted to see most yet least at the same time, thankful that he would never need to call upon her services as it gave her some time away to think and get her head back in order. However was it too soon? Lime didn't pass up the possibility that he didn't want to see her. After all she had essentially abandoned him not long after wishing for him to always be by her side. Feelings of relief, remorse and something she couldn't quite explain welled up inside of her, yet the healer pushed them down, trying and failing at smothering them whilst keeping her mind focused on the task at hand.
However when they slowed to a stop and there was no one around but the three of them, a new sensation fell upon her. Anger.
"So you bring me out here, worrying me greatly, saying that there's someone gravely injured and the only person you bring me to is Zelo? And you..." At this she turned back to Zelo, the pain returning to her chest. Anger was still present in her voice as she continued to speak but her tone softened considerably as she focused upon him. "And you... what do you think you're playing at bringing me out here when someone else could need my help? What is it you want?"
Part of her regretted the anger she was displaying, she knew she would regret this later on as well yet to what extent she didn't quite appreciate just now. Lime couldn't deny that she was happy to see him, wanting Chanyeol to leave them so she could just rest up beside Zelo like she had done in Japan and forget the world just for a moment. But she had to remain professional, think of what her job at the circus was, for if she didn't she might just break down and cry.
Give Me Answers|| Lime&Tablo
His nights had become increasingly sleepless for some reason, but it didnât bother him as much as it might have done. Mostly because not sleeping at night meant he could still spent time outside during daylight. The only problem was that he was growing more and more tired performance after performance and that didnât help him very much with keeping his patience around certain people. So the last few days heâd been considering maybe going to sleep after all regardless of his unwillingness to do so. Not much effect there, though, since his insomnia was hard to beat, a big part of that probably also because he didnât really want to sleep.
That night had been another one of those nights where his eyes had remained open for a long time and his mind active even longer than that. But eventually heâd fallen asleep and that was more of a blessing than most days brought. It was short-lived, however, even though he slept right through all his tent mates waking up and getting out of bed. Some time later, he didnât know how long, he didnât really care either, someone called his name, and it was one that never appeared in his dreams so he knew it was reality. Opening his eyes, he sat up instantly, as if his mind had never been clouded by sleep. Lifting a hand to rub his face, he quietly turned so he could get up from his cot, after which he moved slightly to pick up his pants and pull those on. Once he was done with that, he cleared his throat and replied to the call heâd gotten.
âYes, come in, please,â he called back, hoping the girl would hear him. She was one of the few who resorted to calling him oppa, and he was glad about that. That she was one of the few, not that she did it. Or well, he didnât know her so he didnât know if sheâd keep doing it, and he very much hoped she wouldnât. The only reason the name sounded familiar was because of the attack theyâd had a little while ago and the announcement in which her name had been brought up as well.
Closing his eyes for a moment after calling back to her, he only looked up when the tent canvas opened and the girl slipped inside. He took her in for only a short moment before he started smiling, motioning over to one of the free cots. He didnât think his tentmates would mind if he offered up their beds as a seat to the healer. âWhat is it that you wish to talk to me aboutâ he asked the younger girl after a moment, his eyes focusing on her face, hoping that he would be able to finish this little meeting without tiredness triggering his responses.
Lime hesitated for a moment before entering, there was something about the older man that had always put her on edge, though nothing about the way he acted nor his general personality seemed to demand such a reaction, quite the opposite in fact. It might have been due to his age, he was obviously far more mature than any of the other cirque members and even those closer to his age still didn't act like they were, though it wasn't fair to judge Hongki, GaIn and Xiumin in such a way, she couldn't deny that it was true.
With a nod, Lime obediently went and perched on the edge of another cot, being careful and making sure that as little of her was on the bed as possible as cautious eyes watched the other. Since coming back, Lime hadn't allowed herself to speak to many people, soon enough she would be returning to her routine check-ups in order to get her life back into a comfort zone, however so far she had successfully managed to avoid most people through little effort on her part.
"I was just wondering... you have the ability to commune with ghosts, don't you?" She asked, unsure of how to actually go about her request now that she was here. Lime herself barely knew the deceased in question and wondered why she was going through all this trouble just to get, what? Closure and peace of mind? It was most likely a selfish desire to simply rid herself of all guilt and responsibility of the event, she did nearly offer her life up in exchange for his though so it wasn't like she enabled the Herbalist's death. She had heard rumours that Min was in a similar state of mind to her, the little girl had less to do with his death than the Healer did, so there was no need for her to feel guilty and she knew this sensation would damage the telekinesis more than herself. So part of the closure would definitely be for her.
"If I was to ask you to talk to someone I knew who has recently passed away... how easy would it be?" Lime wasn't quite sure why she was skirting the core essence of the conversation. She needed Tablo to commune with Tao, who had died under her watch whilst they were returning from Hyori's failed mission. It was as simple as that, on her part at least. How difficult this mission would be for Tablo was another thing entirely. Did she need to take the older man to Tao's final resting place? The location had now been etched into her mind and so this wouldn't be too much of a problem for her, but at the same time did she really wish to burden the other so much?
Checkup|| Lime&Jongsuk
Perhaps the easiest way for Lime to get back into her normal state of mind was by simply picking up where she had left of. Throughout her life she had gotten used to carrying on with things like nothing untoward or even traumatic had happened, so now was certainly not going to be any different. Her headaches had faded, which was certainly a plus, and physically she was on the mend, she could stand to heal minor wounds and ailments without getting too light-headed, however to speed up her recovery she had to drain her supply of her own, personal medicine. The thought of replenishing the stock made her skin crawl with dread.
Her eyes remained fixed upon the book before her, flipping the pages with little interest as she tried to find the data for her next patient. When she had deemed herself able enough to perform check ups, disregarding any complaints from the few performers who spoke to her as they deemed her not well enough to do such thing, she had sent out a notice to the performers and staff members with the aid of some of the younger members of the cirque whose sole purpose seemed to be running errands for their elders.
The healer's first port of call was Min, shortly followed by Fei and Hongki. The first had been a pain to find, though she kept to her tent most of the time she seemed to have a knack of knowing when Lime was on the hunt for her and ran off somewhere unknown to hide, she had to round up some of the other performers to help her capture the injured girl. The other two had been fine, though definitely shaken, there were questions as to why she was performing these check ups when, aside from perhaps Min, the only damage upon them was the psychological kind, in which case they would be better off seeking Ara or someone else with psychic abilities. She had cut them off, quite rudely so as she had been annoyed at such a comment, by curtly explaining that psychological illness and damage can quite easily transfer to physical, through illness or injury. In truth, she had just wanted to see them all. So she herself knew that they were okay.
This was the reason why she had nearly overlooked new performers when she had scheduled her check ups, quickly writing them in right at the end with a feeble excuse of them 'needing more time' as they were knew and she needed to gather information on each and every one of them. Though this was not entirely a lie it certainly wasn't the reason why she put them off until the end. Though they were technically part of her extended family within the cirque now she didn't know them, not like she did the ones present before she left. Indeed some of them she knew very intimately as physical check ups did not just stop at the hem of the clothes.
Finally, after much day dreaming and skipping of pages, Lime had come across the information she was looking for. Lee Jongsuk. Her mind dwelt upon the name for a while until a smile spread across her face as she read further on, remembering full well who this person was. Like her, Jongsuk had been in the circus for three years, and again like her he was twenty years old. However if her memory served her right, unlike her he had been quite shy and reserved. Lime had hardly gotten the chance to investigate him, for medical purposes of course, and just like with Zelo, this made the blonde want to investigate him. As far as she could recall he had been sweet, perhaps a bit too quiet for her liking but nevertheless nice. The details to follow were the same as always, a description of his ability, who he rooms with on the island and who he shares a tent with whilst travelling. The notes section afterwards usually contained any necessary medical information about the performer, far too many of them had details surrounding fetishes within them, however this one was peculiar.
Clearly disturbed by something from his past yet refuses to say what exactly. Quiet and timid, potentially at risk from his self. One to watch. One to protect.Â
The girl could not quite remember why she had wrote such a thing at the end of his medical notes, frowning in confusion. It was obvious what it meant but the 'one to protect' was certainly out of character for her. If someone had clear mental issues surrounding them she transferred them to someone who knew how the mind worked, as Lime merely dealt in physical ailments, yet nothing suggested that she had done such a thing with this particular case. The only thing she could think of was her having picked him as one of the select few people to keep her own fears at bay, but if she could barely remember the boy what was it about him that made him so special?
Her eyes drifted to her watch and let out a sigh, whatever it was she would be discovering it soon, his scheduled appointment time would be drawing near and, with any luck, he wouldn't be stupid enough to try and skip it. Many people had seen Lime go on the war-path already when people conveniently 'forgot' their appointments. Her time was not to be wasted.
Give Me Answers|| Lime&Tablo
Throughout her stay at the circus, and through the intimate situations she was forced into with some of the performers, Lime had grown accustom to the wide variety of "freakish" talents, many of which put her own to shame. She had made a note of what each of her former patient could do, in order to help them better next time and perhaps use them to her advantage if she ever needed something.
Now she was finally using these notes for the first time since their creation.
She was sure someone had something which could help her, her memory nagged at her, telling her that someone had a particular ability which was perfect for the moment, however her memory failed to provide her with a name. Lime had spent what felt like hours slicking through her book, barely reading the detailed notes she had made on every ability, her mind still slightly fatigued from her recent excursion.
The healer was reaching the point of giving up, believing that she had merely been tricked into believing this ability existed until one word caught her attention.
"Mediumship".
Lime grinned and punched the air in an exaggerated gesture of triumph, nearly dropping the book and losing the page in the process. After scrambling to get it back up on the desk, leaving slight tears in a couple of the pages, she pressed her finger upon the word of interest, staring at it for a moment before finally allowing herself to read what else it said. Her eyes blinked more often than usual as the strain of reading her untidy writing began to take it's toll on them, yet she finally managed to get what she needed:
"The ability to communicate with the deceased to the point of being able to physically see them as their ethereal bodies remain locked in the world of the living, unable to pass onto the next world until the time is right? Until they have accepted/are aware of their fate? Until a deed is done or their loved ones are gone/safe? Currently unsure yet that isn't necessary. Entities cling to beings and places of love/solace/importance in their life, not the place of death. Makes me wander how badly the nuns would hate him if he pitched this fact to them."
The description was followed by a name and a place of residence; Tablo, tent 4 [black] with Cho Kyuhyun {See - Tiger Transformation}, Lee Chansung/Joon {See - Light Manipulation} and Lee Jinki/Onew {See - Parasitic Senses}. House 266 with CL {See - Mental Illusion}.
A smile appeared on Lime's face, proud that she had decided to create this file in a moment of boredom. Undoubtedly she would need to add more to the list, yet it was complete up until she had to leave with Hyori and the others. Proud, yet slightly guilty that she hadn't put this amount of effort into the ever mounding pile of paperwork which really needed to get done. Perhaps she should petition Hongki for a receptionist again?
Yet that was neither here nor there. Standing, an effort as her bones still ached somewhat, she carefully placed her notebook back in it's box and made her way towards the designated tent. At this time of day Tablo should, in theory, be in and awake however if he wasn't one of his tent mates would surely point her in the right direction. Her hand was raised as if to knock on the slightly blowing flap, frowning before questioning what good that would do.
"Tablo oppa?" She called out "It's Lime, I need to have a word with you, can I come in?"
Rescue Me|| Lime&Jia
Ever since her run in with Yunho, she hadnât been the same girl, even she could tell that. Plain and simple, things started making sense. Connections that she normally wouldnât have been able to sense or interpret without someone openly throwing it in her face suddenly crossed all of the right receptors and Jia knew. She could read between the lines, she could flirt and play coy with the best of themâŠbut the only memory she recalled was the one that gave her the cross-shaped scar on her right shoulder blade. Even thinking about it then produced a shudder as she heard the echoes of screams from little-her being branded as a demon that had completely merged with the pure soul of a little girl until neither of them could be separated again. The unbearable pain now a mere shadow in her memory, it hardened her a bit toward the others, though her feelings for the ones she had already connected to couldnât be denied.
As suspiciously as she might eye her tentmates now, thinking of Xiumin or Jiyong or Yunho would still produce a smile. Daesung was on thin ice as of then, and sheâd have to deal with that soon, but as of then, some things still hadnât changed. One of those steadfast things was the strange ache she felt when she thought of the Cirqueâs nurse/doctor lady. The other person who had saved her life. When Lime left, that aching feeling had started throbbing behind her breast bone, and she didnât quite understand it. Why were the others crying? Why did she feel the urge to join them? Her and the healer hadnât been that close, even if she wished they were, so why should it matter to her? Her new intellect told her that it didnât, but something softer and more childlike âsomething that hadnât left just because she learned more about herself- wouldnât let her forget the pretty blonde. Thus, every night, for about twenty minutes minimum, sheâd go to the medical tent and just sit kind of wishfully hoping that Lime would just turn up. Jia didnât really have friends, after all, so it wasnât like she was wasting her time.
That night seemed no different at first, but a sixth sense of Jiaâs tingled like a live wire the closer she grew to the familiar tent. The peaceful look that she had been wearing was replaced with one of uncertainty, then finally mistrust. Something felt wrong, and she almost turned to go back the way she came, until her curiosity warned her of the sleepless night she would have unless she investigated. Groaning a bit at the silly emotion, she walked the remainder of the way and ducked inside the white tent, looking to see if anything was amiss. She expected a trap, something grotesque, a shock. Maybe an animal had gotten into their medical supplies. But what she saw was much worse. âLime!â She gasped, her eyes going wide as she rushed in, questions filling her mind. The condition the girl was in didnât let her ask any of them, though; it instead settling on, âTell me what I can do to help?â Hoping that the answer wasnât ânothing,â because the younger girl certainly didnât look too good.
Jiaâs heart thudded desperately against her chest, the innocence still within her crying out for the girl to live, that if she was in any trouble, that she could help her because- The wall of her memories closed back up as abruptly as it had opened, leaving the spider girl reeling and delirious for a moment there. Even if she was stunned mentally and confused about herself, that didnât matter. She didnât need to know anything but what medicines could help this girl recover from what was ailing her. Lime would not die on her watch, dammit! The spider girl plain refused to lose one of the few people in this damn place that had helped her and truly made her feel more like a âfellowâ freak instead of just a freak.
The hallucinations continued to hit Lime with each passing minute, people who she barely knew or had seen only a couple of times around the circus passed in and out of her medical tent, re-enacting their last movements when she was still their healer, still their doctor and continued to help them. Her hand was still reached out, begging for them to come closer, willing the bottle to descend from the shelves, yet she had long given up on healing herself now.
However there was one hallucination which did not stick to the pattern, confusing and worrying Lime slightly. It was a girl, blonde like herself, but the last time she had entered this tent it was with the help of Daesung due to her terrible injuries. Now she was standing, healthy and with an expression of pure worry and concern upon her face. What's more, she was looking directly at Lime, her lips were moving and sound was coming out, sound that Lime could barely register at this point.
One word did manage to sound out, the one word Lime had feebly uttered before she gave up speaking. "Help". Help was what Lime needed. Help to get out of this state. Help to get back on her feet. But how could Jia help? Few knew of the chemical she had created during boredom-induced experiments, and none truly knew what it could do aside from the healer herself. It was Lime's DNA that held the healing properties, through ways she did not understand. Touch to saliva, pleasure to blood. The more intimate and the purer providing greater properties than the former. Yet also providing more dangers. To release her blood into that of a dying man, like she had done with Tao, would always end with her in a critical, if not fatal, state. The purer was needed for greater wounds yet the quantity required was larger. Inflicting more upon her than fatigue.
But if she harvested the substance, slowly and with care, she was able to create a stock to help herself and others when little other options presented themselves. The idea had struck her after a man recovered from minor wounds much faster than her normal touch could manage, a small cut in the healers elbow created at just the instance it hovered over the man's mouth had allowed for one droplet to land on his tongue. Touch was still required, yet the effort needed was far less.
Weary, Lime managed to gather her thoughts and senses just enough for her to raise the hand still aimed in the direction of the bottle at the top of her cabinet. A brown glass bottle filled with a currently indiscernible liquid with little description on it other than a sticker carrying a poorly drawn fruit upon it.
"Please..." Lime begged, her arm shaking before dropping once more, eyes focusing on neither the girl nor the bottle but on something the nuns had described as the 'path to heaven'. It seemed that light was blinding her yet she knew it to simply be her vision fading, her last amount of energy going towards begging the girl for help, hoping she would know what she was after.
Rescue Me|| Lime&Jia
Tired. Tired and defeated. Tired and on the verge of death. No matter which way Lime tried to phrase how she felt the end result was always the same. Tired. She was tired of feeling empty inside, even from before she had this odd, empty feeling in her chest which could only be filled, if partially, by the presence of certain people. The presence of one. How many days had it been since she left the circus? How many days since she had returned? All concept of time and space had left the girl as she felt her body throb, numb with aches and pains yet at the same time every sense was heightened. It was cold. So cold. Yet her body was wrapped in blankets she only just found the strength to pull out from under the cot. Her eyes saw things which did not exist, or which no longer existed. How many times had Tao, Hyori, Min and GaIn walk into the tent, walk around and then leave? Did they not notice her?
She even saw Zelo's shadow walk around her tent, sitting before her desk, smiling, mouth moving as if she was talking and yet no sound came out. Lime's brain could not register that these images were hallucinations, created by her angry mind to taunt her further, to blame her and punish her for where she had failed. Those she wanted to see most would come in and ignore her, ignore her presence and her ever having existed. The worst punishment for the blonde. All she had ever wanted was to be important to at least one person, all she ever longed for was to remain in somebody's memory for all eternity. Lime was terrified of being alone and yet here she was, lying, near dying, on the bed whilst her mouth feebly called out the names of those she saw.
Her strength was slowly returning and then quickly depleting once more, an unknown entity within her body demanding that all energy be directed to it. She couldn't remember the day when she had realised what was growing inside her, just the fear she felt. Lime's body was not the host of a beautiful life form, but a malevolent parasite determined to cause pain, suffering and eventually death. Lime would have been able to heal herself had her attention not been so quickly diverted to the man bleeding on the ground. The man, one of the many freaks within the circus she had sworn to protect. Lime didn't even know if he was truly dead yet, or still soaking the ground with his blood, Min clinging onto him as she wondered where the healer had disappeared to. Lime had let them both down. Lime had left them both behind.
What she needed to give her that boost, that extra bit to put her back in the positive, stood taunting her from the top of her medicine cabinet. Something special she had discovered and created many years ago with the help of the nuns, her family. Yet no matter how much she begged for it, reached out and tried to grasp it, she couldn't get it. She wasn't blessed with telekinetic powers like Min nor could she find the strength to stand up to walk over and get it.
Lime could hear her watch ticking away on the desk, counting down the seconds until she finally passed from this world. How long would it take for someone to find her rotting corpse in the medicine tent? As long as it took someone to need a fix or cure a headache. A small, bitter chuckle left her mouth, at the rate people in the circus tended to injure themselves she knew it wouldn't take long. At least she could have her funeral whilst she was still fresh. But would they even bury her? How important did you need to be in the circus to warrant a burial, a service which would undoubtedly bring unwanted attention from the regular citizens.
Then, she hoped, they would at least leave her body in a place of beauty, so part of her could find some peace.
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Stumbling Home|| Self Para
The sight of glowing lanterns was certainly a blessing to Lime's sore eyes, however these eyes could not quite focus on the floating beacons, nor anything around her, simply being driven forward by instinct and a need to survive. A couple of weeks had felt like months to the young healer, and indeed she felt like she had several years taken off her lifespan.
The most terrifying thing about this being how close her mortality was.
How the blonde's feet managed to stumble forwards and into the cirque grounds was beyond her, every inch of her body ached and many wounds stained her clothing an ominous crimson colour. Wounds she barely had the strength to heal though she tried desperately. Yet with each wound she closed, another seemed to open, having used too much energy in trying, and failing miserably, to heal the man who had accompanied the trio of girls on their little mission.
Hyori had taken them off in search of the 'talented people', also known as freaks, who, though possibly proud of their own freakishness, openly opposed of the freak circus, saying that they were not to be put on display, it was wrong to let the ordinary people oggle at their weirdness, that all the circus proved to do was alienate the mutations from the normal. None of them appreciated the sanctuary it gave so many people who had been outcast by regular society. When the mission proved to be a failure, Hyori had ordered the trio home and went on continuing her own mysterious task in life which she refused to share with the others. Indeed the two girls and one man were nearly at the edge of the camp site when one of the apparently insulted 'outside freaks' ambushed them. He had no particular target, he just wanted to cause pain, and this he did. Tao had stepped in front of the girls, hoping that his body would be strong enough to stop the boar which now charged towards them, yet all he managed to do was stop the girls becoming shredded, allowing his own body to suffer this fate instead.
Pleased with his work, and the near-screaming Min, the boar went on his way back into the forests, wishing to pursue a life of solitary rather than be subjected to the taunts of the audience, not believing that this never happened. Desperately, Lime had done everything in her power to heal the badly wounded and dying man, ordering Min to leave someone, anyone, a message back in the cirque explaining what had happened. Tao begged Lime to stop, saying it was too late, yet she paid no attention to him. Going to the point of desperation that she used her mouth to try and heal his fatal wounds, placing kisses upon his torso, barely healing the surface let alone the internal wounds. She could feel her energy depleting but didn't care, determined not to lose another soul.
However darkness eventually descended upon Lime, a weak hand clinging onto Tao's as she continued to heal him even though she too was near-death. If only she had managed to get rid of the tumour which continued returning, maybe she would have had the strength to heal him. Lime didn't care if she died for she knew she couldn't battle her illness forever, but Tao had such a long life of promise ahead of him, it would be a shame to let it go to waste for the sake of keeping a doomed woman alive.
The next thing Lime remembered was waking up in a poorly lit room, wooden boards over the windows barely letting enough light in for Lime to see the dust which clung to everything. Still she had little strength to move, but just enough energy to catch the glimpse of a familiar face darting out of the room. If she was here, surely she was back in the circus? But before she had enough energy to shout out to the leader, sleep took over Lime once again.
Finally Lime mustered the strength to stand, this time no light filtered through the covered windows, the girl no longer having a sense of time and date. All she knew was that she had to get back to the camp site, her feet carrying her though her tired mind no longer knew the way. It was impossible for her to not find her way back, the Cirque was her home and no matter what it always called to its freaks who got lost upon the way.
It took many hours, the sun started to peak its painfully glowing head over the horizon, but she had made it. Luckily for her, Hongki had kept her medical tent set up, as injuries did not stop occurring just because she wasn't here.
The woman stumbled through the tents flaps, most, if not all, performers were in bed now, which was the place she sought. Her frail body crumpled up on the bed usually reserved for patients as her tired eyes began to close, a small smile flickered across her face even though the thought that this might be the last time she would ever see the world did cross her mind.
At least she was home, where she belonged. If she was to die anywhere, it would be here. Silently, but surrounded by those she loved.
Dramatic Entrance || Jia, Daesung, and Lime
The whole situation wasnât worth the effort it took for her to run away from them. Jia raced through the foliage and underbrush with ease, her more than used to the terrain around Aomori after being there for so long. Her lips were wide with a cocky smile, the blonde purposely not going as fast as she could just so that her stupid pursuers thought they were close enough to victory to avoid doing anything smart. Boots crunching the snow underfoot, she was careful not to accidentally step in the deeper stuff, knowing it would slow her up, as the lights of the Midnight Circus started to rise at the edges of her vision. Perfect; not much longer and she would be home-
Her attention to the lights in the distance took it off of the ground below her, and she suddenly found herself sprawled out the dirt, a bewildered expression on her face. Even though she had been running along a worn path, they werenât properly manicured to suit a show that really wouldnât be there that long, so a stray branch she hadnât seen had been able to loop around her ankle and bring her down.
Refusing to panic, her hand freed itself from her bodyâs confines, and she shot some web onto a tree in the distance, making the web shorter than it needed to be, with a more elastic consistency, so it would pull her forward, giving her enough space between herself and the horde to get up. But right as the web attached to a tree in the distance, a kitchen knife came down, flashing from the light in the distance, and severed the milky strands. Her eyes went wide with her first genuine flash of fear, and she scrambled to try to stand, but a knee in the side pushed her back down.
Letting out a pained whimper, the man at the head of the pack, one that had cut her web, grabbed her hair harshly, thick fingers gripping tightly at the roots of the short strands. With barely a strangled gasp to precede his actions, she was yanked backward and to the side, toward the trees, her feet scrabbling for purchase to no avail, her trying not to be dragged along the ground.
Jeers from the people around her filled her ears, but she couldnât focus on them with the blood pounding harshly. Her attention was rightfully regained, though, when she had been thrown back against the tree. Before she could climb it, though, someone surged at her, and pinned her by her neck, their breath smelling far too fishy for his own good. Nose wrinkling up, she ignored his taunting to beg for her life, and instead fired off, âDid you come straight from dinner? You could have at least brushed your teeth first! Iâm sure chasing me didnât need to be done right then.â
And just like that, his heavy hand struck her hard across the jaw, shutting her up right then and there, while also signaling to the others that they could begin their abuse as well. Each person seemed to get a hit and a kick in, though she did her best to throw elbows and kick, as well as bite with her fangs if they got too close, though that only encouraged further abuse. Blood began to flow, and she started to feel light headed, the blonde started to seriously wonder if they would ever be satisfied. Finally, when she heard a âcrunchâ that she knew she didnât cause, she let out a desperate wail of, âSomeone please!â Though that only got her a smack across the mouth again.
She didnât know how long it lasted, but her vision started to go black until finally, blissfully, she passed into unconsciousness.
Daesung had wrapped up his performance for tonight. Being one of the roaming artists of the circus he always had a lot more freedom than the others. Which included to just start his performance and end his performance whenever he wanted. So tonight he had stopped his performance a little earlier than usual. Doing so because he still wanted some time in which he could practice his ability. Even with the training groups, Daesung still preferred to train on his own. In that way he could train himself and work on the plans he had to trick other people. Since some of the members had an ability that could tell which one was the real Daesung, he always had to find new and creative ways to fool those people. Which led him into a never ending search of new pranks to pull.
Heading to the woods, because that was his preferred practice ground, Daesung was on his own. Normally he didnât walk alone to anywhere, but now he had to grant his head some rest because he had performed but a couple of minutes ago. Usually heâd go a far end away from the camp so he wouldnât get disturbed by anyone. He didnât like any noise or anything to the likes when he was practicing his skill and the woods usually were the right place to seek a quiet spot. But tonight the woods werenât that peaceful as they normally were.
After having walked for a couple of minutes, and thus leaving the camp a small end behind him, Daesung could hear the sounds of a fight that was going on. He knew that it was a fight, because the cheers of the men, the cracking of the snow and some braches didnât leave much over to the imagination. As his instincts from his colorful past busted in he immediately set for a run into the direction the sounds came from. A fight didnât mean anything good in general, but it was more alarming that it happened this close to the Midnight Circus. Luckily Daesung didnât have to run far or he already could spot the men that were beating up one person that was lying on the ground. Staying hidden behind the bushes and trees, Daesung slowly came closer to the group as he tried to figure out what the men were doing here and if he had to intervene. When his eyes caught a glimpse of the person that was being harmed in a very harsh way, Daesungâs eyes grew big. He had done some very low things in his life too, but abusing a woman âor a child for that matter- was really the lowest thing you can do as a man. Especially when you were in a group. So that was the only reason Daesung needed to have to mingle himself in the fight that was going on.
Staying in his position he put one of his duplicates right behind the male that was beating the woman. Letting him attack the male from behind, Daesung was glad that he at least knew how to fight. Something he had learned to do when he was still living on the street and to admit it, his ability came in quite a handy here because he himself rarely had to mingle into the fight. When the other males saw how suddenly an intruder had found their way to them, they all focused their attention on him. But as soon as the duplicate couldnât hold his stance anymore he let him disappear again and let another duplicate appear behind one of the males which attacked them. This went on and on until Daesung had to place both of his duplicates at the scene. Only coming out himself to make an end to this fight and start to chase the group away from the Midnight Circus and the woman. Because they seriously didnât have to find out the location of the circus.
Creating panic in the group, because first there was only one guy and then there were two and they can disappear at will âoh lord help us- and then suddenly there was even a third guy, the men didnât stick together and werenât as tough anymore as they were when they only had to fight against one woman. So it didnât take the three of them long anymore to fully chase away the guys. Sending one of his duplicates after them, so he could make sure that the men didnât come back, he then hurried over to the woman. Crouching down next to her he saw that she was unconscious and has some blood loss. Humming lightly to himself and even panicking for a moment he then ordered his second duplicate to go and inform the healer about this and that he had to tell her that he was on his way to her tent with the woman.
When his second duplicate had hurried off to find Lime, Daesung himself looked down at the woman for a moment longer before he heaved a deep sigh and then gently picked her up. Muttering a âOopsie daisy⊠Come on now, Iâll get you some help.â To the woman in his arms as he started to jog back to the Midnight Circus and to Limeâs tent. Actually glad that the woman was unconscious so she wouldnât scream in pain or anything if somehow he was jogging to fast. Besides, he couldnât leave her there lying in the snow. She would freeze to death or anything before Lime even gets the chance to heal her.
With her head resting on her fists, Lime looked at the bunch of papers sprawled out in front of her, she had, in some ways luckily, very few patients this night. The occasional prop mishap had caused minor injuries yet nothing too serious. Though in some ways this could be considered good news, it didn't mean that the blonde had no work to do. In fact it only left her with more, having nothing else to do meant she had no choice but to divert her attention to the ever-growing stack of papers, forms, patient files and letters that she had neglected to pay any attention to.
One day the leaders would realise that she simply couldn't cope with healing and paper work at the same time and would instruct a receptionist or two to get the job done for her, however no matter how much she begged them the trio remained deaf to her pleas. Causing Lime to simply resort to ignoring it completely and pretending it didn't exist. However a visit from GaIn earlier in the night, who had managed to injure herself after some rude customer threw a beer can at her, meant that the healer could no longer ignore the mounting paper work, being threatened with more work from the rather short-tempered leader if she didn't get this under control. Whilst the circus was open to visitors, Lime was on the clock for working, and if that meant no patients she had to file her reports.
Neatly.
For the first time in ages she was thankful when somebody burst through her tent flaps, trying her hardest to suppress a smile of relief as her eyes rested upon Daesung. However the relief vanished the moment she saw the worry and mild panic in the other's eyes. With a sigh, the blond wrapped herself up in her coat and exited tent, following the copy to meet the original who was carrying a badly wounded woman.
"What the hell happened here?!" She demanded, not recognising the girl and therefore believing it to be a non-freak visitor who managed to injure themselves in the circus. "Who did this? This isn't a simple case of a prop falling on them this girl has been attacked, viciously so! Hurry, hurry, bring her in and lay her down on the."Â
Lime pulled at Daesung's arm in a desperate attempt to get him to hurry up, her eyes examining every inch of the girl's body as she decided where to start. With a sigh, the girl licked her finger and rubbed it across the deep gash in the other's forehead before moving her hands across her body, almost kneading the flesh as she willed for the wounds both on and under the surface to close. She could feel herself getting weaker with every wound she tended to, giving up with the smaller bruises, worried that if she focused on every tiny wound she wouldn't have the energy to heal the life-threatening ones.
"Who is she, why is she like this and where did you find her?" Lime questioned, turning her focus to Daesung as she collapsed back into her chair, rubbing her weary head. "I've got the dangerous ones, yet there was quite a bit of internal bleeding so I won't be able to completely finish the job yet without passing out. She will have to wait, but she'll live."
LIME
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ooc; I am fucking joining you holy shit I am sobbing Iâm so sorry but this ship omg
It was hard enough writing her death! I am crying so hard it's horrible I don't know whether to love Zelo-mun or hate them.
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Isolation || Lime & Zelo
He wasnât sure what that meant, ânormal teenagerâ, the phrase was foreign to him but he didnât question it. His knowledge on the subject rested on the perception on the world around him, often in movies, and sometimes he would stop for a second to realize how much everything has changed over the centuries, how much heâs changed. Zelo nodded when Lime continued explaining, imaging a young teenage girl that was tormented by something invisible, perhaps a fear that made her unable to see the beauty that was around here. That was the real tragedy, and he decided it wasnât a type of book that he wouldnât want to read. If anything, it might make him feel aggravated by the heroineâs, or his own, ignorance.
Luckily, it was only a story. âYouâre right.â He stated, eyes staring at the falling rain, unable to disagree with her conclusion Even if they had more than their fair share of troubles, they were more than one dimensional characters written on a page, none of them minor or less significant than another. Zelo look towards her, and didnât return the smile given to him, if you could call it that. He didnât live this long to be completely oblivious, and though he often got too caught up to catch subtle facial expression and the like, right now he had gone without his usual attempt to keep himself busy. So when Lime forced a smile, he was able to see through it, and the sight of its lie was almost physically painful.
There was no way he was going to just let it slide. Zeloâs eyebrows rose and he scooted closer to her, so that there was only barely an inch of space between their arms. Again he found himself being able to move closer to her easily, and the action felt so natural, without him finding himself becoming awkward. Close proximity was suppose to make people feel nervous, right? Especially when they entered the personal space of someone they werenât on such terms previously. If that was so, why didnât he feel butterfly wings, and more like he was sinking into something soothing? Zelo rose his elbow and nudged her, his expression relaxing in time before his lips moved. âDonât try and fool me. You see, I forgot to tell everyone about my second power. I can see when people are unhappy.â He joked, making up a obvious lie to perhaps cheer her up.
Laughter and amusement was nice, but it wasnât permanent, wasnât a solution. âSo with that being said,â He didnât drop the lightness in his voice, but it lessened. He was far from becoming monotone, yet there were no more theatrics, and the intermission has started. Intermission was a fitting word for the lull, where raindrops filled the space he left as he hesitated, doubted himself. Was this really okay? Was it smart for him to ask, or wouldnât it have been smarter for him to let it be? Zelo bit his cheek, remembering that he already started, so he might as well continue on. âWhatâs eating you up?â He asked, looking at her and concerned. They couldnât have their doctor fall overboard now, but it wasnât that that bothered him rather, it was her, and he didnât want her to feel those negative emotions longer than she should have.
"Hmm?" She questioned, looking up at Zelo having completely forgotten what the pair were talking about in the first place. "Oh, right, the characters... the only problem is the characters in this book." To this she gestured about her, indicating the life she was living. "Aren't happy, no matter how hard they try and convince themselves otherwise. I see so many of the performers coming into my tent having injured themselves through self-harm, or replacing the absent emotion of happiness with alcohol, sex and other things."
With that, Lime shook her head and sighed, it was true after all. There were 'repeat customers' in her clinic, some didn't know who they slept with, what they drank, what they ate, all they knew was it made them feel somewhat better, even if only for a moment. "Even Min isn't happy anymore... I haven't seen her smile in such a long time. Certain people can bring it out but... for the most part it's gone." If Min could barely muster a smile, why should Lime so much as attempt one?
The blonde turned to the other and managed to give him a small smile at his joke, the type of smile which applauded someone of their efforts yet sadly told them that it was in vain, that she appreciated it yet it wasn't that easy. With another huff Lime rested her head against his shoulder, moving closer to steal his body heat as the winter air depleted her own. "I don't know anymore, everything is just so stressful and I feel that... I don't know. I may be the doctor, I may be needed, but I'm not wanted. I will be taken everywhere so long as I'm useful, but how long will that last for? I can be replaced so easily for everyone and the thought of it terrifies me."
Tears threatened to break through however Lime managed to hold them back, just. She sniffed and hugged her arms, making herself as small as possible, cold yet also frightened at the uncertainty of her future. No one aside from Zelo stopped to actually talk to her, no one gave her the time of day they just expected her to fix them and then leave. She was a tool, not a human being, however if this was the only way she could be of worth to people then Lime would cling onto it until her last shred of hope and dignity left her.
"I don't want to be left behind again, Zelo."
