teetering on the edge of insanity

Kim Seyong ~ Flonne 24 Augmentation ~ Government officer

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.bro night out .flonne

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If Flonne believed that, he’d never make the link that maybe Minsoo wasn’t real, that maybe he was an illusion too. If he could make him believe that, he wouldn’t even truly know they were illusions and he’d keep that suspicion of himself. Hopefully.

“Sorry, kid, but you seem to only learn the hard way. You wanted to know so badly. Maybe next time trust me when I say you don’t wanna know?” he said it lightly enough, no real accusation in his voice.

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For whatever reason, the raw emotion that had built up inside of him had somewhat subsided. Listening to Minsoo he knew that he had a point, the young male wasn’t an idiot after all. It was probably the only way to get the other to shut up after all. 

The only thing running through the younger’s mind right now was the fact that he wanted to go back, to see the destruction again. To some it might sound odd, going back to something that brought pain and emotions that perhaps you didn’t want surfacing. Seyong knew this but to him overcoming something was the only way that he could get past something, get through it.

‘’Take me back.’’ he said simply, staring at Minsoo straight into his face. ‘’I wanna see it again.’’ By this point he knew that the other would probably say yes, the truth was revealed anyway. Considering the fact that the other confirmed it wasn’t the future, was anything to come of it? It probably wouldn’t come become a reality anyway. The government wouldn’t let this happen? Seyong knew that he didn’t want to even think about that answer, he already knew it.

Deep down he knew the emotion was still there, seeing the destruction would probably bring back some of those feelings from before. It wasn’t something that he wanted to see happen, but seeing them could help, right? In whatever shape and form, seeing them could provide what he needed. He didn’t know what he needed through right now.

‘’I mean this sincerely, please take me back and show me that ‘thing’ again.’’ Right now he wasn’t really sure what it was, an astral projection of something? Who knows..

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Mind if I sit down? | KSY+CSY

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“Or course,” she murmured, sliding a card across the desk, “Please, feel free to contact me directly next time. I’d hate if you were detained again.” Whomever hadn’t passed the message on would soon find themselves without a job and she hoped they had the forethought to pack their things up while she was busy. 

“Unfortunately, there was an incident a few days ago between two groups of our patrons. Words were exchanged but before things could escalate, my staff had taken care of the trouble makers and they were escorted out of the building. One group was released in the Daisy Zone and the other in Cosmo, as per protocol.” Her fingers curled around a pen, delicately writing a few names on a piece of paper. Tearing it off the pad, she turned it to face him but didn’t slide it over, “These are the names, if you were interested.”

“Of course,” Sooyoung murmured, turning her full attention to him, “I can be incredibly discreet, as long as the price is right.” The genteel smile was back, metal under the satin. “Why don’t you tell me what you’re interested in and I can see if I can help you.”

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Seyong found himself waving his hand at her again. It would be easy to say that the situation might not happen again but the young male knew better. He knew that things turned up, even if they were an inconvenience to him, things happened. ‘’Being detained isn’t really an issue, it wouldn’t be the first time it’s happened. I may of even gotten used to it.’’

He listened intently, whatever she was talking about, it didn’t really seem all that important. Important to Seyong anyway. Although things like that could prove useful, especially depending on what the situation was like. ‘’Actually, yes. I think I may want to have the names of them, it’s probably nothing but who can be sure. Offenders are often tend to reoffend and they might be back. Might be useful to check up and see whether or not something comes of it.’’

This is what he really wanted to talk about, what he was interested in. People who knew the male knew that he didn’t particularly like the rebellion, anyone in it for that matter. Information to Seyong was everything, to most people that was the case. ‘’I want information about the rebellion. Locations, names. Anything you can give me really. I can also give things to you in return, depending on the context of course.’’ Although this wasn’t really what he was supposed to be doing, he knew that he couldn’t tell the government, they would probably have his head for it. ‘’I can be very giving as well, please keep that in mind.’’

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.bro night out .flonne

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He turned around, carefully, gently putting his hand on Flonne’s shoulder, and then pulled back as that jolt went through him again. Right. Maybe not the best idea to make his powers stronger – or to make Flonne think he just gave him even more power to terrify the everloving fuck out of him.

He calmly backed down.

“It’s not the future, okay? Nothing about it is real. That’s what I do, I dig in people’s brains and I fuck ‘em up. I scare ‘em.”

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Seyong could do nothing more than shake his head. He heard the words that were coming out of Minsoo’s mouth but he didn’t want to hear them. Seeing something he didn’t want to see had shook him up, probably more so than he had ever been in his life. Feeling the touch on his shoulder he jolted away, not wanting to make the situation any worse than what it needed to be. 

‘’But why? I-I don’t understand... Even for me this is fucked up beyond belief.’’

Seeing Daisy up in flames, it wasn’t a pleasant sight. Especially since he had spent the last couple of years in this place, growing to appreciate its every flaw - which was numerous. Daisy had a certain feeling to it, almost like home. Although Daisy was nothing compared to his life when he was younger, his family were well off and they lived in a nice house, the feeling was perhaps something that he was missing when he was younger. A sense of community.

Shutting his eyes he focussed on his breathing, timing in and out, attempting to even it out and calm himself down. If it was working or not, he wasn’t able to tell. The image of fire and bright lights, the screaming, was all he could see in his brain. He remembered the last thing Minsoo said, it wasn’t the future. A sense of relief rushed over his whole being. It wasn’t going to come true, he was happy about that. 

‘’Why show me that then? You could've just shown me a fucking rainbow if you wanted to demonstrate your powers.’’ his breathing had come to a slow and steady pace, the feeling of slight anger had began to fill inside himself. Although it wasn’t particularly Minsoo’s fault, maybe he couldn’t control what he showed, maybe Seyong was the cause of this all along?

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whisper

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“And yet here you stand,” Gunwoo said, unsteady on his feet as he stood there on the landing, trying not to drop the candle or himself, for that matter. “Not very polite of you.” It washed over him like water, the man in front of him, only twelve feet away. Too close for Gunwoo’s comfort when he was already stretched too thin, so thin that apparently he was broadcasting, right out into the streets of Baekap and into the mind of this… Mm.

Gunwoo shook his head hard, trying to clear his thoughts enough to think around the presence of the man in front of him, who seemed to all but writhe with thoughts and emotions he couldn’t keep track of. Shadowed motivations he wouldn’t see more of unless they were touching and god knew Gunwoo did not want to be touched. Not bare-armed and bare-handed as he was.

“Strange things you’re imagining, sir,” he said. “Maybe you should see a doctor.” What he wanted, more than anything, was for this–this man (he caught his name like a leaf in the wind Seyong, Kim Seyong) to leave him alone. It didn’t take his power to feel that he had the potential to be dangerous. He’d burst into the shop heedless of the absent lights and while it had been Gunwoo’s mistake to leave the door unlocked, he usually didn’t have to worry about strangers breaking in. Who was going to steal tea spices?

There came a particularly hard spike of rage at the back of his head and Gunwoo stumbled, slipped down the three stairs that led to the landing and nearly dropped his candle. His free hand came up to cradle his right eye as though attempting to hold in the explosive emotions building up in his brain. There was wax dripping down his arm.

He’d been heading upstairs to drink; the night had been brutal and he just wanted to go to sleep, he just wanted to rest and forget that all of this negativity and hate was swirling through the island, a thick and oily miasma he couldn’t avoid if he tried.

Worst of all was that it hurt, it hurt his body and his heart and the stranger (Kim Seyong) was still standing there watching him and standing too close for Gunwoo’s comfort. Far too close. Are you one of us?

“Leave.”

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‘’I may need to see a doctor, but not for that reason.’’ he teased, staring at the other male with a hint of intent in his eyes. It was a mere jest but perhaps the words did actually mean something. lately his powers had been acting up, his headaches were getting worse. Making an appointment with one of the government doctors might actually be one of the best ideas he’s heard in a long time. That could wait for now though.

Considering the amount of time that the young male had been searching around, for different experiments, the talk of leaving was definitely not on his mind. ‘’No.’’ he replied briefly, taking a further step inside. To walk away now would not be the wisest thing on his agenda, staying might reveal things that could be interesting to him, needed information. 

Plus when considering the whispers that he had been hearing in his head, it was not caused by normal means. The only logical explanation for it was that of an ability or something, Seyong wasn’t quite sure as of yet to what it would be. Plus, if some place wasn’t open you would expect the door to be locked - it wasn’t in this case. More reason for the young male to feel justified as he basically just stormed into the place. 

‘’What I mean is, I have things I need to do. Specifically why I’m here. If you are what I think you are, you could be in danger.’’ Looking at the other male, he was unsure about whether he could handle himself in anything were to actually come up. Looks didn’t mean anything and he had learnt that long ago with his training in the government, but it was always safe to stay skeptical. Taking another step forwards he continued, ‘’I don’t exactly know what this place is but there’s no need to be hostile. If I pull my knife then you can I guess but that’s not gonna happen.’’ 

More curious as to what the source of the noise was, he was getting more and more desperate albeit it didn’t show on his face. ‘’I want to know what exactly is going on around here. You might be in danger and considering you could be at any moment, now is not really the time to be getting defensive.’’ 

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Get Up Private || Wooyoung+Seyong

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“Threatening an unarmed person with a gun, the academy must be really lacking morals now a days,” Wooyoung made a note to deepen his voice. The way the other male circled him was alarming. “You’re the kind of person trusted to protect the people of the island?” A good question to ask especially if someone like him was throwing his weight around. He felt this was the reason why the gangs on the island had so much power, they were corrupt but honest about unlike the police who hide behind “good morals”. Wooyoung assumed the male had some high rank in the police division or was just bored and wanted to be part of a bust. “This one?” he scoffed, “I’m a person not a thing. Shouldn’t you be questioning me at the police station? You didn’t even tell me my rights, what kind of officer are you? Didn’t I tell you to keep your distance?” Wooyoung taunted him with a punch straight to his face then pulled back. One down, he could take out the other 3 officers but his goal was to get out of the area not fight. Just being around the other male and his crew it felt like a waste of his skills to even show them his fighting abilities. Wooyung was stupid to actually take the bait, but he could pretend to be. “What I know? Why turn on the tv and look this isn’t that much different from the tournament. You worried about people dying down here? Where’s the concern for those in tournament? Hmmm I think you’re wasting your time and energy here… .” His voice trailed off as he slowly backed away to cage wall. His eyes were constantly shifting taking into account of how many people were around and their location. He could get out of this he just had to be smart. 

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It was quite humorous to hear the other talk about morals when they had met in such a situation. If anything neither of them had anything to boast about in regards to morals. ‘’Let me guess, you the type to never do anything wrong. Sit with your thumb in your mouth and watch things go by. But wait... You’re here so I’m guessing that isn’t the case, so instead of lecturing me about something which I’m quite certain you don’t understand, be quiet?’’ It wasn’t really a question but a demand in the scheme of things. 

His rights? The other clearly misunderstood the situation entirly. For one Seyong was not a police officer, the government and the police where two completely different things in Seyong’s world. Two, he didn’t really care about giving someone’s rights, especially if they didn’t deserve it. ‘’I’m not a police officer. Do you see me wearing a uniform like they do? Come on, I would of at least expected you to be a little more curious about the situation you’re in.’’

The more the situation grew, the more Seyong was tired of it. It was clear that the other wasn’t going to say anything that he wanted to hear. Those stubborn types, gotta love them.

He was about to walk away, let the other just go until he heard the tournament come up in yet another conversation. It was the usual point that people tried to make, trying to disprove anything that the government did. Turning back to the man he stepped even closer, hoping to entice the male even more. ‘’What’s the alternative? Let everyone off the island, to roam free whenever they would want? I’m afraid that can’t happen now.’’ When thinking on it, Seyong knew that it would never happen. At least not until either they all died out or for whatever reason, all their powers disappeared - the latter seemed like a pipe dream at this moment.

‘’Too many things have happened. If that were to happen we would have niches filled by people who aren’t really supposed to have them. People with these abilities thanks to Project Hercules will be able to get further on in life than those who don’t, what happens to the people who don’t have any powers?’’ One of the reasons that staying on the island would be the best course of action. Of course Seyong would love to get off the island, see his family again, but that was nothing more than a mere fantasy at this point. ‘’Sooner or later third party companies will try to develop their own, what happens then? If you would think for three seconds with the couple brain cells you seem to possess, you would think logically.’’

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whisper

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The overload of emotion coming from the island at large was enough to knock Gunwoo to his knees when it happened, and it had been difficult to get up off of them, since. The death of a Champion forced Gunwoo to reduce his field of control to nearly nothing and it made everything so much louder, and he couldn’t keep track of what was coming from where or who and even the inside of Deadwicks was loud as an high-ceilinged room full of people shouting.

He felt like a conduit of sound and feeling, broadcasting all over the place with no way to tell where any of the signals were originating, or where they were going. It resulted in a constant whispering murmur, but it was better than the enraged screaming, it was better than the agonized mourning. Now, it was the dull ache of loss and the low, simmering rage, want for revenge, the quiet hate present in everyone who lived on this damned island. Somehow it was worse. He couldn’t… He couldn’t make it stop. 

The bell attached to the front door chimed sweetly and Gunwoo stopped where he was, on the first landing of the stairs. The only light in the shop was the candle in his hand and when the door opened he nearly dropped it. Between his own alarm and the alarm rolling off the man in the doorway he was starting to feel nauseous and he used his free hand to push his hair out of his face, well-aware of how terrible he looked. 

“We’re closed,” he rasped out, his throat dry and his head spinning.

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Upon walking into the building Seyong could tell that something was amiss. It wasn’t the first time he had felt this feeling. From the absence of light to the eery sounds that he could still slightly hear in his head, it was nothing short of weird. First thoughts were that someone here was an experiment, the location was perfect for it. Most experiments he had been to had some sort of shop, but this was something else. The atmosphere was completely the opposite of the other places, as if it was uncontrollable almost.

The sudden sounds seemed to stop and was replaced with something else, someone was talking to him. Turning his head his vision was filled with the sight of a man, one who was holding a candle. ‘’I can see that..’’ he trailed off, checking out the pitch black shop as he took a step forward towards the stairs. ‘’The lights are a dead giveaway. But it doesn’t matter.’’ he continued, thinking of the best course of action to find out what exactly was going on here.

‘’I heard a voice.. Well, no. It was more like a whisper in my head, it got louder when I came closer to here. Was that you?’’ The only logical explanation for it would be something to do with his own powers. Perhaps they were interfering with something, but that would of been the first time anything like that would of happened. No matter what everyday seemed to shine a new light on his powers, something he wasn’t particularly fond off.

‘’Are you one of us?’’ He hoped the question wasn’t too confusing, hopefully the stranger would catch onto what he actually meant.

[fyeah-myname]

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.bro night out .flonne

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haha

He took them to the middle of the void zone, walls of fire rising, houses crumbling the dust, them in the middle, unfazed, unaffected, non-existent, as all around the world went up in flames, in chaos, in dust. He showed him, in all its grotesque how everything he knew could vanish, could be broken. He would have nowhere to go, he would have nowhere to belong. He let the dust settle, swept away by a strong wind, carried to the ocean that separated them from the rest of Korea, until not even that remained, until there was nothing but darkness swallowing Flonne whole, the vastness of the unknown wrapping around him.

Fear, raw and real, rushed through him, and he wasn’t sure if it was only his. He leaned back again, grabbing for his soju and taking a few big gulps.

“There,” he said dismissively, hoping beyond all hope he had effectively intimidated the kid in not asking questions he kept avoiding. Hoping he had made him think all answers would be equally unpleasant. “Now you know.”

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Scare people? What on Earth was Minsoo talking about now? He knew that just looking at him was enough for people to become scared of him.. But he had a power for it? To make people scared? Before Seyong could even think about retorting to him something clicked, a touch to his forehead and he was unknowingly transported somewhere else. 

What he saw was true devastation. There was no denying that it was the void district, it was Daisy. It felt so real, like he was actually there. He knew it was impossible, it had to be. The screams of people around him, they accentuated his senses. He couldn’t move though, he was stuck in place. All he wanted to do was to reach out, provide a helping hand to those who needed it. His Daisy was being destroyed and there wasn’t nothing he could do about it. In what seemed like the longest time, he was scared. Was this all going to happen? Was this the future? Minsoo somehow was showing him what was about to come, what was inevitable.

‘’No! No! Minsoo, please stop this. I don’t want to see this happen. Stop it!’’ he screamed out, hoping to everything he believed in that Minsoo would take the initiative and stop whatever he was doing. In a blink and they were back within his house, Seyong sitting on the ground near sweating. 

Looking at Minsoo he jolted up, his face showing signs of nothing less than fear. ‘’Is that what’s going to happen? Did you show me the future? Is that what your fucking power is? Minsoo, tell me?!’’ he screwed his face up, gritting his teeth together. It couldn’t be. There was no way that would happen, the government.. they wouldn’t allow that. Would they?’’

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Mind if I sit down? | KSY+CSY

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Annoyance blossomed in her, though her face remained serene. Sooyoung was proud of the fact that she didn’t reveal anything she didn’t want to, that she had refined her skill through most of her childhood; pretending to be whatever her father had wanted her to be, whatever her teachers had wanted, desperate for approval. She didn’t need it now. She didn’t need whatever this stranger offered, either.

“If I had known that you were coming, I would have cleared my schedule. Unfortunately, the memo must have gotten lost and I had a client I couldn’t leave, my apologies,” she told him, nodding to her employee as she picked up a glass of water. When the door shut once more, Sooyoung turned her full attention on the man in front of her. “Now, if you don’t mind me getting straight to the point, what can I do for you?”

Her eyes traveled lazily towards the calendar open on her desk, wondering when an appropriate date to pencil him in would be. She had had too many come in claiming government business to believe that it would be any different with this man. “I get by. My staff is well trained to deal any trouble we might run into, though it is much less than what a person might find in the Void Zone.” She allowed her words to stay pleasant, though she disliked mentioning anything negative about her club.

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Seyong swiftly waved his hand at her, gesturing that she need not worry about the delay. Even he knew that things happened, plans changed. ‘’Don’t mention it, what happened happened. Let’s just make sure that it doesn’t happen again, you seem resourceful enough that it won’t anyway.’’ Whatever business she had with clients, it must of been important if she wasn’t able to reschedule them. 

Listening to her, the young male managed to pick up on her slight dismay. Managing to try and talk about her club in the highest regard. Had everything he heard about the club been false rumours, nothing more than little white lies? From the information he had dug from everyone in the void district, the club had it’s problems. It could always be wrong though. ‘’It’s come to my attention that a few rumours have been passed my way. Rumours stating that you’ve been having trouble, with certain regulars, patrons. Since I’m with the government I wanted to come and offer my help to you.’’

One of the main reasons he was offering help was the outcome, information that he could possibly gain from it. Too many times he had come across dead ends, he didn’t want that to happen again. ‘’But I must tell you, this meeting really isn’t a government one. If anything, it was just a ploy to get to speak with you as quickly as possible. I would like it that they don’t know about it, I’m sure that you won’t provide them with details.’’ 

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.bro night out .flonne

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He held his hands up in mock surrender when Flonne snapped at him, giving him an amused look. That must be quite the headache if he was suddenly acting like that.

His power? He forcefully kept his face neutral through his explanation, only years and a natural affinity with lying making him seem casual still, like he had no real idea what could be causing Flonne’s pain. It was true, being Minsoo around Flonne was so much easier than being Eunhye in the restaurant, even if he practiced that one more. Was his ability reaction to the fact HaHa always had his own working? Perhaps his head was instinctively feeling some kind of ability at work and reacted to that.

He shrugged, but didn’t offer an explanation, didn’t elaborate over his powers.

“I get a mouthful when I shower, that’s enough.”

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If Minsoo cared about what he was saying he was quite the good actor, being that his face didn’t seem to change throughout the explanation. Whatever the reason was, Seyong didn’t care anymore, more beyond tired about this whole situation. 

He felt the headache beginning to fade, so it mustn’t of been that serious. Or maybe it wasn’t Minsoo to begin with. Though Seyong had a striking suspicion that it was Minsoo. He knew he wouldn’t get a proper answer from himself so it would be better to drop the subject. The other male obviously didn’t want to talk about his power, he could tell from his face. Like he had always thought, there must of been a really good reason as to why. Pushing the male even further would not bring anything good, instead just make him more pissed than what he might be right now. 

‘’I would say that might not be the healthiest thing, but I know you won’t care either way.’’ 

Minsoo was quite the carefree man, just looking at him could give you that impression. There was a tint of envy about that. On the other hand, Seyong maybe thought too much about things. Giving his job with the Government, thinking was something he had to be on the ball about. Always thinking of solutions to the problems he faced, always coming up with one in the end. 

‘’Let me ask this, will you ever come to a point where you trust me enough to tell me?’’ he asked, looking at Minsoo through wide eyes. ‘’I know you never want to talk about it, but I’m always curious. We’ve known each other for what, three years? Is that time ever going to come?’’

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@phxgunwoo

Seyong didn’t quite know why he took it upon himself to seek out experiments, but here he was. News of the death of a champion was not easy on anyone’s ears. The Government was scrambling to try and set things right, catch the criminal that happened to do it. The rebellion.. He wasn’t quite sure what they would be thinking considering it was a rumour that Lotus was behind it. If the rebellion group was going around killing experiments when they were the ones protesting for peace, then something was surely going haywire.

His commanding general had given him orders not to do anything, but Seyong knew that he couldn’t follow them. The more people that were on the case, the quicker it would be to find out who exactly did this. That wasn’t exactly what he was doing though. Going door to door to find experiments to warn them, that’s what he was doing. Usually this would go against his principles, but with something that could easily become an epidemic, he would have to go against himself this time.

There were too many districts to dissect, but Seyong knew they would target more wealthy areas if they happened to kill again. The void zone was off the list them.  

The night was young and the thought of packing in for the day crossed Seyong’s mind. That was until something that could only be described as static hit his ears. Was it static? The noise was slowly turning into something more, words? Almost as if someone was talking to him, whispering in his ear. No, it was much more than that, like they were inside his head. The only logical explanation was because of his power. Something must of been interfering with it, manipulating it. Being dead wrong was a possibility but that was the only thread of logic he could come up with at that moment. 

Deadwicks. Whatever it was, he had surely seen the sign before. It never seemed to be open though. The lights were off and there didn’t appear to be anyone inside, or was there? Moving to the entrance he turned the handle, and to his surprise, pushed it open. There must've been someone inside. ‘’Hello?!’’ he shouted out, it sounding more like a question than anything else. It was dark and quite hard to see, whatever Deadwicks was though, he could tell it wasn’t for the ‘average’ human.

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.bro night out .flonne

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“I have a fixation with not being told what to do,” he fired back easily, resting his feet on the coffee table again.

He frowned a little when Flonne went get water, looking a little pain. Was he in pain? Was he getting sick? He had to fight hard against that part of him that instantly went into panic mode, wanting to take care of him. Those weren’t things Minsoo did.

So instead he just raised a single eyebrow, amused. “If I have a fixation on this coffee table, you really have one on water.” It was obviously a joke, and an invitation to talk about why he was looking so pale if he wanted to.

He wondered if it was something about the kid’s powers, he had admitted to being an experiment after all. Could be not drink anything else? Or did he get sick more easily? HaHa himself hadn’t really experienced any awful side effect from the experimentation, or from using his powers. He got headaches sometimes, if he went a little overboard, and at first he had had some problems with telling what was real and what his mind was projecting because what he was thinking – which had been terrifying enough. He would always remember waking up in a room with his nightmares still following him, the floor a black hole he seemed to falling through endlessly, or some dark vaguely humanoid shaped shadow right behind, always in the corner of his eye.

The rebellion groups claimed some experiments could barely survive through all the pain the government had inflicted upon them, but that was probably just lies.

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If anything Seyong would have to describe Minsoo as a little stubborn. Not really willing to change his ways much, obvious from the conversations they had. He wasn’t willing to do what Seyong had asked of him, but he had grown to know that. He didn’t mind it as much. However, it was starting to prick at him a little, knowing that it may always be like this.

‘’Water’s better than whatever shit you’re drinking.’’ he retorted as he seated himself next to Minsoo like before.  ‘’And considering you’re the reason that I’m drinking it, I think you should spare me the insults.’’ Usually he didn’t have these types of headaches, he thought that he had gotten over it. When he first went through the experimentation, coming into contact with other experiments was something that rattled his brain. Made it feel like it was being swished around. As time passed the feeling went away, only occuring when he had to really focus on enhancing someone else’s ability.

When coming into contact with Minsoo however, it kind of changed. The feeling became more apparent, as if he was fighting with Minsoo’s power. Not really knowing what the other’s power was didn’t help either. For all he knew Minsoo could have a power that cause headaches and the occasional migraine, though he felt that was unlikely. 

Looking at the other he assumed that he should maybe explain what he meant, considering the other was looking at him quite oddly. ‘’It’s my power. I don’t think I’ve told you this but I’ve got the power of augmentation. Meaning that I can make other powers much stronger than what they are. Enhancing basically. Whenever I’m around you there seems to be this battle inside my head, as if my power is trying to make yours stronger without me doing anything.’’ Usually he would have to focus and do it himself, concentrate on whoever he wanted to enhance. Not around Minsoo though. 

Chances are that Minsoo’s ability might be really strong, so that could've interfered with it? Whatever the reason it was becoming more and more apparent that it might of been getting worse. Controlling abilities was such a hard thing to do, especially when Seyong’s own ability was linked to his brain, he assumed that it was anyway.

Taking a drink of his water he glared at Minsoo. ‘’Also, water’s very healthy. Maybe you should drink some sometime.’’

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Get Up Private || Wooyoung+Seyong

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Wooyoung didn’t want to dignify the male with a response. His remark was enough of an indicator of his character. Government scum. He probably got a kick out of his position of power and using it to abuse others. It only served as a reminder for Wooyoung to have no sympathy for their kind. Slowly getting to his feet he thought of the layout of the ring in his mind. There were certain paths he could created to make an escape, but he 1st had to deal with the annoyance near him. “ I wouldn’t come any closer, this is a fighting ring after all,: he spoke holding his hands out creating space between them,”and I like my space. You step in it and you deal with the consequences.” Partly a bluff but a test to see if the other would fall for it. If the other was cocking he might take the bait and test to see if he would get wung at. Wooyung knew his 1st window of escape had passed but a 2nd one would open if he created it. He had to keep his identity a secret, a champion caught in a bust would draw headlines but the islands beloved champion!? That would end his near perfect image among other things.  He slowly looked him waiting for his reaction.

[flonnexph-blog]

The young male couldn’t help but let out a small huff. The threat was meaningless, Seyong didn’t want a fight, plus he wouldn’t receive one. Taking the incentive he walked around the ring, circling the man, taking in his appearance. ‘’You all seem so similar. Hide behind strong words and then don’t have anything to back it up. I suggest that you don’t try anything, I’ve got a gun and I happen to have an itchy trigger finger at the minute.’’ he spoke, his circling of the other man coming to a halt. 

So far this whole operation seemed to be meaningless, no one seemed to be particularly important. Nothing more than mere assholes trying to take a fight somewhere. Looking around most officers had reprimanded someone, so he guessed it wasn’t a complete and utter waste.

Before he knew it an officer was approaching him, catching his attention. ‘’Should I get this one, sir?’’ the other spoke, his eyes boring into the back of the unknown man. ‘’No. Leave this one to me.’’ He moved closer to the individual after watching the officer walk away, he hoped to tempt the other into doing something - made things more interesting. ‘’What you gonna do? Just by tilting my head I can spot three officers, you gonna stop all them?’’ It was impossible.

‘’I suggest that you tell me what exactly what you know about this place. I don’t wanna hear any excuses.’’

[phxhaha-blog]

.bro night out .flonne

[phxhaha-blog]

“Yeah, you give whatever I wanna take,” he answered easily, almost dismissively. He was still a little reluctant to give him the name of an actual job. It would be something beyond his control, he could easily look up if the place existed. He could, if he wanted, make up a fake website or something, but that seemed like too much effort if he could just lie his way through it.

“On the side, yeah,” he said ilike it was almost amusing – like he knew about those things very well. Maybe Flonne would see it as an implication that he did the same. That would be okay, he guessed. Did he mean he was selling things… on the black market? Was there even such a thing? Of course he was aware there was one – there had to be one. You didn’t just put a bunch of people on an island with limited resources and expected them to stay that way. Humanity always found a way to weasel through rules, to buy stuff they weren’t allowed to have.

It seemed too dangerous for someone his age to be involved into, but then again Flonne was about seven times as tough as he was, despite the age difference. What was he selling anyway? Weapons? Drugs?

“Can’t be that lucrative a business if you can’t even afford a fucking coffee table,” he muttered, just loud enough so Flonne could hear it, and hopefully take offense to it and forget that once again he was avoiding the topic of his job.

Maybe … Maybe he did have to rethink his involvement with this kid if he was truly selling illegal shit. He wouldn’t want to get in trouble by proxy.

He almost idly wondered if there would be a reward for turning him in. Perhaps he should have a look into that, to see if the reward could outweigh the potential trouble. If Flonne hadn’t told anyone, it’d be obvious it was him, and he’d like to avoid that mess. He’d seen Flonne in a fight and he knew he wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of that.

But he could make himself vanish more easily than a magician could a card. Minsoo could stop existing in a heartbeat, no paper trail, no nothing, just a figment of imagination.

Perhaps, perhaps. He had learnt to keep his options open.

[flonnexph-blog]

One thing that always struck Seyong was how forthright Minsoo could be. He didn’t filter himself, at least not around him. It was quite nice to be around someone who didn’t censor themselves in order to keep someone in a good mood. Having said that, all the talk could clearly just be nothing more than a playful jest but he felt like there was something there that wasn’t playful perhaps. If that was the case then he appreciated that, liked it even.

He couldn’t help but smirk a little at the others words. ‘’Again, there’s nothing wrong with the fucking coffee table, as long as you don’t touch it. I don’t need a knew one.’’ The other had some point though, through all the harsh criticism. The business wasn’t that busy yet but it got him along quite nicely. Again it would take to some time before he actually got to a place in which is was popular, he knew he could do it though. 

Once again Minsoo had avoided telling his side of the coin again, for what might of been the fifth time. Whatever reason he had for doing so, it must of been a good one. It was starting to annoy the young male though, the constant secrecy the other kept. Although it was a little contradictory to say that whilst he was keeping secrets himself but Minsoo seemed to be doing it more so than himself. 

Giving a huff he rose from the floor, making his way over to the kitchen and getting a glass of water. His head was starting to hurt again, it always seemed to happen when he was around Minsoo. He assumed that it was because the other had a power and the young male wasn’t that adept at controlling his own that much yet. That was the only reasonable explanation for it that he could think of, thinking more hurt him.

‘’You know...’’ he began, retreating back into the room that Minsoo was in. ‘’The more I think about it, you seem to have some sort of fixation on this coffee table? Is it all coffee tables that you like?’’

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[all] quirks my muse habitually has.

Writers, bold all of your character’s regular truths.

1. Smoking: the action or habit of inhaling and exhaling the smoke of tobacco or a drug. 2. Binge drinking: the consumption of an excessive amount of alcohol in a short period of time. 3. Drug abuse: the habitual taking of illegal drugs. 4. Nail biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 5. Lip biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 6. Night Owl: a person who is habitually active or wakeful at night. 7. Early bird: a person who rises, arrives, or acts before the usual or expected time. 8. Negative attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with criticism and pessimism. 9. Positive attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with optimism and confidence. 10. Swearing: the use of offensive language. 11. Superstitious: an irrational belief that an object, action, or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome. 12. Inspecting fingernails: a common body language sign of boredom. 13. Scratching your neck: a common body language sign of uncertainty. 14. Foot and finger tapping: a common body language sign of stress/impatience. 15. Nose touch: a subtle body language sign of deceit. 16. Flipping hair: a common body language sign of craving attention. 17. Twirling hair: a common body language sign of flirtation. 18. Cracking knuckles: a common body language sign of readiness. 19. Hands behind back: a common body language sign of confidence. 20. Finger pointing: a common body language sign of authority. 21. Hands on hips: a common body language sign of readiness. 22: Hands in pockets: a common body language sign of mistrust/reluctance. 23. Frequent touch: a common body language sign of warmth/familiarity. 24. Throat-clearing: a common body language sign of rejection/doubt. 25: Jaw-clenching: a common body language sign of hostility. 26: Eye-rolling: a common body language sign of irritation. 27: Head-tilt: a common body language sign of interest. 28. Whistling: to emit high-pitched sound by forcing breath through a small hole between one’s lips or teeth; usually to a tune. 29. Humming: make a low, steady continuous sound like that of a bee; usually to a tune. 30. Perfectionism: refusal to accept any standard short of perfection. 31. Photographic memory: the ability to remember information or visual images in great detail. 32. Paranoia: a mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution, unwarranted jealousy, or exaggerated self-importance, typically worked into an organized system. 33. Exaggeration: a statement that represents something as better or worse than it really is. 34: Intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive. 35: Quick-witted: showing or characterized by an ability to think or respond quickly and effectively. 36: Interrupting: breaking the continuity of a conversation with one’s own statements. 37: Doodling: to scribble or make rough drawings, absent-mindedly. 38: Irritable: having or showing a tendency to be easily annoyed. 39: Gambling: to play games of chance for money; bet. 40: Travel-sick: suffering from nausea caused by the motion of a moving vehicle, boat, or aircraft. 41: Sensitive: having or displaying a quick and delicate appreciation of others’ feelings. 42: Melancholy: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause. 43: Chewing gum: the exercise of chewing flavoured gum which is not intended for swallowing. 44: Fidgeting: to make small movements, especially of the hands and feet, through nervousness or impatience. 45: Sceptical: not easily convinced; having doubts or reservations. 46: Neat-freak: compulsively obsessed with cleanliness. 47: Gossiping: divulging personal information about others. 48: Prim: feeling or showing disapproval of anything regarded as improper; stiffly correct. 49: Abbreviating: Giving others nicknames/shortening names/giving pet names. 50: Having a catchphrase: having a sentence or phrase typically associated with a specific person.