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[cursesang]

HYUNA — ALIEN STAGE

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Intergalactic idol death game contestant narrowly escapes death and loses a leg- you won't believe what happens next!

replacement leader of the human rebellion against the Segyein

(yeah she doesn't want to talk about that)

...or at least she was, until she died to keep a certain idiot from getting shot

(she doesn't want to talk about that either)

a charismatic older sister-type who's good at rallying people with her words and her singing.

tends to be able to keep her spirits up but when they drop, they drop.

has a sick prosthetic leg. she will kick someone with it if they earn it.

given her background has very little idea of what an actual thriving human society is like so she's got some learning to do.

she's got so so so so soooo much trauma but hell if you won't have to be friendship level 10 to even get a peek at it.

live fast, die young, 'curse' your ex-but-not-really to live with himself after saving his life.

she's going to be so normal about all of this. so normal you have no idea.

(she definitely is not.)

[cursesang]

"Ah, is there a holiday?" She knows of them, of course, but she's never had time (or occasion) to celebrate most of them. Even her birthday is only ever more or less just a slightly less draining day than usual.

[thiefguild]

"Oh, yeah. Singin' ain't really my thing. My voice is too rough."

a shrug, like he'd never really though about it before. maybe he could get some lessons from Zan sometime...

"Hey, yeah, I guess that's right." suddenly, his mood has done a complete 180. "This your first time here? Think I'd remember a pretty face like yours."

[cursesang]

"Dunno, I think you'd do good. Sometimes, it's all about taking what you've got and learning to work with it." Her voice, after all, isn't as 'pretty' as others she's heard praised. But she knows how to use it- how to use its tone and weight to her advantage.

"You seem like the kind who'd have fun with it if nothing else, and that's just as important as being good at it sometimes." It's all some people get, really.

His shift in attitude takes her off guard, but she rolls with it- it's easier to deal with people when they're in a good mood anyway, rather than... well. Other things she has more experience with, but isn't as eager to think about.

"Yeah, first time here," she says, sticking out a hand because she's been taught that's how to greet people. "I'm Hyuna. You flirt with every girl you just met, golden boy?"

[mon-mi]

Hyuna and Till ism

[wormontwostrings]

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[brittsmemes]

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[thiefguild]

"Singing? Bet that's way prettier than what I just did--"

he shrugs, slightly uncertain of the answer. "Dunno, really...I guess it's just been weird. I get whisked away to this place, get sent back home, then get yoinked again and there's always something different goin' on. Guess it's just getting frustrating to deal with, is all."

[cursesang]

"Kinda hard for it not to be," Hyuna agrees with a crooked smirk, head canting. "You ever actually tried though? Singing I mean?"

Her teasing expression evens out a bit at the more serious answer- unexpected as it is- and she nods a little. Hesitant. Not quite understanding but, at the very least, sympathetic.

"Sounds rough. If you've been here before though, at least you can probably handle yourself when things do get weird though, right?"

[cursesang]

Nodding in understanding, arms crossed.

"Yeah."

[thiefguild]

"You wanna scream too? Feels good." another resolute nod, this time in her direction. he's just happy he didn't spook her.

[cursesang]

"Nah, I'm good. I usually get my screaming out by singing." It's a lot more productive, because she can practice in the process. "What's got you yelling though?"

[thiefguild]

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHH--!" Titus suddenly screams, though not at anything in particular. it's long and loud and lasts until he runs out of breath.

a pause. a deep breath. a nod.

"Y'know???"

[cursesang]

Nodding in understanding, arms crossed.

"Yeah."

[deathsang]

Luka only barely registers the danger headed directly towards him, so focused on regaining a sense of control over his own damned body. his chest aches and it's difficult to get a full breath, but he cannot stop yet. not until he finds--

"--Hyuna!"

the exclamation of her name falls from his mouth without thought, eyes brightening as he straightens up. he can push past his plight for her. she was like a remedy, her very presence soothing his hurts. his cheeks, already slightly flushed from exertion, deepen in color very slightly; even as she admonishes him, he cannot help but feel a swell of something deep in his chest at the thought of her saving him.

it feels nice for a second, until he realizes that he's the one who was supposed to be protecting her here. Luka takes as deep of a breath as he can muster and meets her gaze.

"You weren't at home and you wouldn't answer when I called," he says, brows drawing together in concern. if he had put even a single ounce of critical thought into that, he might realize that there was always the possibility she was ignoring him on purpose. after all, she had returned his gift to him in a...spectacular fashion. she did not want to see him or hear from him, but he still wanted her to be safe.

"I thought...you might be in trouble." like a kicked puppy, he suddenly looks very sad--

an emotion that perks up into surprise very soon after.

Luka reaches for her and tugs at her arm, eyes focused on something behind her.

"There's more coming."

[cursesang]

IT'S ALMOST IMMEDIATE, THE WAY HER body revolts at the sight of him. Throat closing, bile rising, stomach roiling. One might think she's the one who's more likely of them to be sick, with how sudden, powerful and nearly overwhelming the reaction is. It's compounded by the soft joy on his face- the exact expression she remembers from their childhood. The exact expression from the moments just before she died.

(Will she die here again? For him? She can't help but wonder...)

The thing on the ground that had once been a person crawls toward them, and Hyuna kicks it away harder, grateful that her prosthetic is so strong. Luka's warning sends a chill down her spine, and she looks over her shoulder at where his eyes are focused, eyes widening. More. They must be multiplying fast- given how swiftly things at the store went south it's no surprise- but that means the more time they spend outside, the more of them there will be to try and avoid. To try and run away from.

Unfortunately, She's not sure how long Luka will be able to do that.

"Fuck," she hisses and, despite her better judgment, adjusts her grip on Luka's arm to his wrist. She can almost predict the look on his face when she looks at him. Swallowing down the distaste is a physical thing, slow and heavy, the taste of displeasure sitting heavy in her stomach. "Come on," she says, immediately taking off, only glancing over her shoulder once. "We need to get away from here and hope the way to the apartments is clear."

[kleinstar]

Ah, a new to it all. Obvious enough judging from her behaviour and reddened cheeks. She definitely seems shocked.

" Oh, no worries. I get lots of people like that coming on here actually. "

" Some really don't even know what they're looking at either. I've had someone thinking these were weapons. Which... I guess you could say that."

This sort of approach could work. If nothing else she'll at least take her leave considerably more calm than now when she does.

" Each got their own purpose though but well, they are all sex toys, essentially! I've designed most of these actually. "

[cursesang]

ALRIGHT, THAT GETS A LAUGH OUT OF her, albeit a startled one, and she brings a hand to her mouth to keep the guffaws in. Weapons, seriously? Hyuna might not know very much about this kind of... enterprise, but she certainly knows enough to know that sensibly, none of this is even a little shaped like a weapon.

(Though he does have a point that the sheer heft of some would probably hurt.)

"I'm not sure if it's impressive or not," she drawls after a momentary pause, "that you've got this many ideas about this kind of thing." It's not judgmental- not in the slightest. If anything, she's genuinely astonished. Of course Hyuna knows the basics- even if Anakt Garden's lessons had been clinical and perfunctory, she'd had it laid out for her pretty thoroughly in the Rebellion- much to her chagrin, at the time.

In the end, however, she turns her head to look at Eiden, arms crossing and head tilting.

"So you... use these kinds of things? Like... a lot?" Is it perhaps an invasive question? Perhaps. But it's one of those things you never really learn isn't something you can just ask about, when you're raised the way she was. "Or is it just the designing you do?"

[bimeval]

ㅤIn search of a place to call a tomb, Sukuna surveyed locations thick with spiritual density, where inherent meaning weight heavy in the atmosphere. The Mistwood, sheltering unspoiled caches of energy in its overgrown labyrinth, provided him several sites to consider, all of which the Woods yielded to him out of fear and respect.

His shadow filtered between the hazy dregs of light caught between trees, the dark-on-dark movement imprinted indistinctly on the visual field. He cared little for the human presence lingering nearby and intended to press deeper into the thicket, but the woman's shout disrupted the silence incubating the energy wells, scattering their substance farther away. He watched the spiritual frequency thin ahead of him, then turned toward the source of the disruption.

He spied her from between the trees, her head swiveling toward anything that could deliver her an answer. But he sensed that nothing else lurked within earshot, and, oblivious of her isolation, the woman would likely continue her calls. Unwilling to let all of the Mistwood's efficacy be enfeebled by meaningless interference, he lumbered out from beneath the sunless canopy, stopping under a threshold of messily interwoven branches, his massive body half-illuminated, half-unreal.

"It's pointless to yell." To substantiate his point, he grabbed a stone by his feet and tossed it behind him. No sound of impact reached their ears--the overgrowth ate all noise. "Nothing in this place will give itself up to you... unless you're keen enough to convince it."

[cursesang]

AT FIRST, SHE'S GLAD TO HEAR THE VOICE- grateful, even, that she's gotten lucky enough to get someone's attention in all this forest. That gratitude swiftly turns to both regret and fear at the sight of what meets her eyes when she turns to greet the stranger that answered her call. Immediately, Hyuna is on edge, wary even as she carefully shifts her weight, ready to bolt at the slightest provocation. Whether this is a segyein or not doesn't really matter to her, in the state she finds herself in. It's fear, she knows- the ingrained terror of finding herself at the mercy of one of the beings that had always controlled her life- and those of others- on little more than whim. She knows, but she can't do anything to stop it.

Right now, by herself, if she fights, she's sure to die.

And while she's already done that once, she has no desire to do it again. Not here, not now. Not when- god, Till, Ivan-

Luka.

"I don't want anything to give itself to me," she finally finds it in her to reply. Her voice doesn't shake, and she counts that as a win. "I just want to find my way out. So... if you'd point me in the right direction, I'll get to doing that."

And fast.

[cursesang]

@deathsang | Event starter

SHE HADN'T AT ALL NOTICED WHEN THE warning came. Hyuna had been out, looking for a place to either make some money or waste some time- but now. Now she's not entirely sure what's going on. There's panic in the streets, panic in some of the buildings. It seems as though people are trying to get away from something, but what it is she doesn't know.

Until she does, and it's almost too late.

She watches as the window in the shop she'd been in cracks when something more or less throws itself through the glass. It runs at her, seething a strange color and she dodges on instinct. The lady behind the counter, who had been explaining that they're not hiring, currently, goes strangely stiff as she's grabbed- then seems to change- corrode- right in front of Hyuna's eyes. She doesn't stick around to give the both of them a chance to lunge for her next, hopping through the broken window and into the street.

There are more of those things outside, more people running away, and Hyuna's only thought is that the best place to hide will be back at her own current home. Away from the ground.

Only... she spots a familiar figure, not far off, bent against the side of a building and huffing breathlessly, with one of those things approaching him.

Luka's golden head twitches at the sound of metal meeting flesh, and Hyuna's prosthetic leg lowers from a harsh kick, whirling on him furiously.

"What the hell are you doing out here, idiot-!?"

[wizardsisananimal]

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

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[im-jaebongi]

hush, my child drift into slumber

alien stage - wiege

[alexpixate]

ruler of my heart

[yugiamaneisdead]

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