𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏, 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒚.

한류진 HAN, IDRIS. 130196.

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❛      to be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse:        both shelter and warning at once.     ❜         —   on earth we’re briefly gorgeous, ocean vuong.

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❛      to be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse:        both shelter and warning at once.     ❜         —   on earth we’re briefly gorgeous, ocean vuong.

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     ›     someone is watching you, @casualkillers: david.

the aftertaste of a mission is often fleeting, tar against the tip of his tongue. the stench of iron, despite the distance, still wafted, lingering like dangling emotions. and it is not the case. feelings would be that absent variable to all this; it was not like he had to clatter his teeth, killing the innocents once again. in fact, today’s event unfolded exactly just as envisioned, except for the fact that he had to step on a toe. not a big deal either, he’s executed the entire ‘treading into someone else’s territory’ far more often than what he can count. still, perhaps it’s the mundane, humane part of him, limping with guilt. he has sutured it shut, that entirety, yet it seems that the filament grows thinner and thinner.

and when he spills, it is never gentle, so he forces it close once again as he’s seated in the crook of this hotel bar. again. somewhere those of his kind gather, it assuages the knot in his guts. tells himself all over again, as he tilts his head up, lips to the mouth of the glass: it’s just what he needs to do. a job, nothing else and nothing more. the consistency maintained doesn’t come without a price. it unearths something unsettling that he’ll have to confront, eventually, and when it happens, it won’t be pretty. aware of that. he’s always noted it: beware of the beasts. turns out he’s not chewed from the skin inwards, but from the marrow outwards. their incisors sunken deep, and he welcomes them home.

then, he sees the familiar face, rippling into his peripheral view. what a coincidence... well, not. he has kind of expected it. after all. this is the sanctuary for those seeking last moment’s solace, once again reliving the dawning realization of succinct mortality. it is through their missions that they often notice just how transient they are. this, the act of inebriation, albeit minuscule, still provides a temporary escape, and as he asks for another round, his company for the night seems to have been determined. the man settles himself onto the seat next to idris, and he hums. “rough night?” asks once the man is properly seated, nursing a glass just like idris himself. he gives the other a glance before sipping his own drink. he doesn’t like prodding; and in this line of work, even when he stole the man’s target, he firmly thinks as long as the targets are dead, all is good.

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Untitled, 2006 by Kitty Kraus

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on pathcode, styx.

their origin is largely unknown; think of it like a creed, a safe haven if you wish to call it as such. for some, including ryujin, the organization might as well be. with some syndicates in the world managing to grasp an understanding on mutants, the exploitation that ensued caused a rift in the balance. pathcode came in the right time before ryujin’s powers could develop enough to be disclosed and therefore, detected. joining them, he’s been trained to be ruthless, enduring rigorous trainings both privately and mutually — they all possess different powers, and the higher-ups he rarely meets coordinate their precise locations, with ryujin returning to seoul to ensure the safety of the mutants in the city, as well as combat their opponents, plus those they deem as ‘unworthy’. 

essentially, they act like vigilantes, although his official status is written as an assassin. they protect each other, but the moves of each are followed, their identities carefully currated to be inserted seamlessly into the societies they’re embedded into. for most within the underground crime scenes, he’s another assassin, often seen in his all black outfit with his codename ‘styx’, covered from head-to-toe and equipped with advanced technology. he’s feared for his uncanny capabilities in weapon-wielding, as well as executing various acrobatic feats during fights. doesn’t use his mutation unless absolutely necessary, since he understands that exposing himself would only draw more attention. when he does disclose his mutation, he ensures that there’s no eyewitness left to tell the tale.