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cherishyxu​:

What was the difference between a hero and a villain? Both individuals likely had power or influence, perhaps a combination of both. Capable of great things, they would both likely be feared as well as adored. Though the heroes often hated admitting it, they too, left bodies and broken homes behind. 

Sometimes Yonghwa wondered - was it really wrong for people to die? When he handed over his client her bouquet of flowers, tucked the stray strand of silky hair behind her ear and whispered for her to follow her desire to murder, wasn’t he just being helpful? See, not everything was so black and white in life. 

Unfortunately, for his sweet Dohyun, it just might be. His dearest boy was easy to spot, for he had a loud voice and a even noisier power. Yonghwa was delivering around the area and spotted Dohyun in passing. It would be rude to not say hello. He hung up the phone and walked towards the scene of the commotion, a smile tucked at the corner of his lips. “Right here.” He tapped Dohyun on the shoulder, hopefully not startling his kiddo. Yonghwa had a tendency to move quietly these days and had a way of scaring people when he accidentally sneaked up on them. 

“No coffee in your hand for once, I am glad. Clearly, you are taking my cut back your caffeine intake advice to heart.” Yonghwa gave a nod of approval. “Have you eaten yet? Breakfast is the most important meal of the day-” 

A scream interrupted them before further conversation could take place. Turning around, Yonghwa was greeted by a rather unpleasant scene. A man was running towards them, covered in blood. Actually, perhaps running was too generous a word as he collapsed about two steps in and was crawling the rest of the way. Behind him, a young woman followed, still continuously stabbing the man until the other stopped moving. She looked perfectly calm, eyes curved with something akin to happiness as she leaned down to make sure her target is dead. 

Oh dear. She sure didn’t take long to persuade, eh? It usually took more than a few words to convince someone to give into their dark desires, but Yonghwa supposed this one had suffered enough. Right in front of the police though, there was no way she could get away with it. He did just deliver flowers to her house, but that would do nothing to connect him to this murder. Before leaving, he already made sure she understood that their brief conversation about murder never took place. Still, this meant he had to stay around for questioning. How troublesome. 

“Oh my god…” Yonghwa stepped back from the blood as if spooked by the terrifying scene. In reality, he just didn’t want to get blood splashed on his nice shirt. 

Used to his hyung’s shenanigans, he did not flinch when Yonghwa touched his shoulder, instead, he pocketed his phone and pivoted to meet his Hyung, a soft playful smirk that always appeared whenever Yonghwa was around to baby him, already appearing. He rolled his eyes obnoxiously, and blew a raspberry--clearly showcasing who was the mature one out of the two, “I would have been one venti beverage done if not for having to deal with this trash,” The other police officers had finally remembered their jobs and had dragged the suspect away and into custody before he finished his sentence.  

Dohyun was about to, once again, remind Yonghwa Hyung that he was an adult perfectly capable of looking after himself when a scream took his attention and he immediately hyper focused his attention onto the scene in front of him, pulling Yonghwa behind him as he drew his gun, eyes widening in horror at the scene in front of him, What the fuck?

“Police! Drop the weapon, now!” He yelled, rushing over towards the crazy girl, noting suspiciously the lack of anger or homicidal rage, one would suspect a person to feel while committing such a crime. To his surprise, the girl dropped the weapon immediately and turned towards him, a disturbing smile of contentedness radiating over her as Dohyun approached. What on earth....? A sense of unrest filled the pit of his stomach filmed him then.

“You are under arrest.” He stated firmly, not showcasing his unease with the situation as he put her in handcuffs, patting her down to make sure she had no other weapons on her. Great....more paperwork.

Though.....something about this situation felt...off.

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cherishyxu​:

The boundless blue sky, the soft white clouds gathering to hide the bright sun…those were all things that he missed seeing. Being blind wasn’t such a terrible thing, until moments like this, where all of your companions were nowhere near and responded to none of your calls. Jingyun felt carefully around the trees, hoping to find someone yet dreading it at the same time. Too many times he had done this, only to find a barely warm bleeding body or a coldly stiff corpse. 

Although, if his senior brothers were dead, then perhaps it was good that he could not see. 

A rustle. Could be the birds, but those creatures often stirred atop the branches. This sound came at level - more likely from the bushes instead of the leaves. 

“Who is there?” He asked, turning, his hand swiftly moving towards the hilt of his sword. He did not draw it, because he wasn’t really the type to raise his weapon first. “Are you alright?” The scent of blood reached his nostrils and he wrinkled his brows with concern. Jingyun was fairly certain this was human blood, as the blood from some of the creatures they fought had a foul scent. 

Taking a step closer, he realized there was the smell of…perfume to accompany the blood. Or perhaps it wasn’t perfume, but those flower petal infused powders women liked wearing sometimes. This particular scent was a familiar one, but it took some time for him to figure out who. 

“Lady Huang?” Now, that was someone he wasn’t expecting to encounter any time soon. After all, she had…multiple funerals to attend to. @dividentmuses

Arriving back home after lectures to find her entire clan slaughtered had been a bit of a shock. Their desecrated bodies littering the temples. Men, women, disciples and children. Everyone gone. She hadn’t had time for heartbreak, or tears, as the living disciples (who had also returned from Cloud Recesses), and her were immediately attacked and drawn into battle. 

Daiyu tried her best--but after witnessing the last of the disciples fall down never to get up again, after receiving a flesh wound to her side from a blade that she hadn’t been able to avoid, after tripping over the dead body of her mother and being distracted...Daiyu did the only thing she could. 

She ran. 

Oh, she hated it with the entirety of her being, but she also pragmatically realized that she was the only thing left of the Huang clan, and living so that whoever the enemy is couldn’t have the satisfaction of slaughtering the entire clan, then that would have to be enough. 

...It would have to be. 

Daiyu ran and never stopped, injures and strength getting worse as the days went by, but she was just so...lost. It was where she was at her end that she ran into the other man, as she stumbled and fell to hew news in dirt as a familiar voice rang out her name, “Young Master...” She whispered hoarsely, so fucking glad to find someone, anyone, recognizable in this new world. 

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Dohyun had just taken his first sip of his venti iced, caramel macchiato with extra caramel when he received the request for back up. Biting back a curse, he took a second (and last) mournful sip of his drink before chucking it in the nearest trash and booking it to the necessary location. He had walked over to the Starbucks, so he didn’t have his car with him--bastards will just have to make due until he arrived. Hopefully they would be competent enough at their jobs to hold the fort down. 

After five minutes of running he was able to pick up the sounds of his colleagues and the odd scream of pedestrians, Dohyun cursed and pivoted towards the noise, catching site of a person dressed in all black running away from the cops, pushing random people out of his way as he ran without a regard to those he hurt. Narrowing his eyes at the perp, he flicked his wrist, collecting water participles still in the air from the downpour of rain from earlier in the day. The particles crystallized in hand, forming a cylindrical sphere of ice, sharped on one end, with a whistle he flung it towards the descending figure in black, smirking to himself when it pierced through the criminals coat and pinned him back to the side walk. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, you piece of trash?” He growled, satoori leaking through his accent,  as he walked near the person, stepping on his chest to further pin him down--lest he try to escape. “I had to give up coffee for you.” With a roll of his eyes he let the ice shard melt as he got handcuffs out and cuffed the criminal, eying the panting, approaching cops with a scowl, “You couldn’t take care of this yourselves? What kinda cops are you?” Dohyun was about to go into a detailed lecture when his phone rang--distracting him. 

He pulled out his phone and glancing at the caller briefly before answering, voice noticeable warmer “Oi! Hyung, what’s up?” 

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