the outcast

ind && sel rp blog for SAERAN CHOI from MYSTIC MESSENGER written by ALEX established 12/09/16 under construction and semi-active

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surprise: i`m not dead

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I rped this crack ship and now it’s my otp

ancient rare pair proverb   (via youkaihime)

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That moment when you're too afraid to open the next page about mental disorders on your list because the last three had all the symptoms your muse has...

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she has everything, many have said. money, power, glory. and yet, she was answering: ‘ i have no one who would be there to support me when i will fall ’. the chains of responsilities were keeping her like a tamed best: no hope for escape. with parents gone && her brother needing support, she said that she will continue to do what others wait of her, but one day… a secret message was sent to her phone, asking for help. 

— DID YOU RECEIVE MY MESSAGE, O’ LO(N)VELY HEIRESS? NOW SMILE! YOU WERE INVITED TO A SECRET PARTY. 

                      independent & highly selective mc3 / red-haired mc / heiress.     portrayed by renata.   

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reseterr0r:

She could feel her heart speeding up at the thought that something might happen. Every step he made was making her tremble. Tied up, with no way to escape, she was sitting on the chair. Her eyesight was taken away by a blindfold that was hiding the sight of the room and the man who kidnapped her. She remembered his face and her imagination was playing bad games with her. The ginger haired heiress could only wonder what will happen to her.

The faces of RFA members and her brother were appearing in her mind, making her take a deep breath. She was scared Who wouldn’t be in this situation? Even if she was a mature and a calm woman, she was defenseless. Everything could happen. She wanted to go home. She wanted to see her brother’s smile one last time. He said he will be back in town in a week. He said he missed her. He said he wanted to spend time to together like before. But now… Everything was so dark and gloomy.

The young woman gulped, feeling how goosebumps run across her back, making her shiver. His voice sounded soft and gentle, but the meaning behind them was terrifying. A medicine!? He meant a drug? No, she didn’t want that. And yet, if she wanted to protect RFA and her brother, she needed to stay strong and accept her fate? She didn’t know what to do. The natural fear of death and the fear being addicted to drugs were making her scream inside her mind.

Stop trembling! Just stop! He wants to see your fear. He wants to see you beg for life! Take control of the situation, no, of yourself.

Sharp inhale and soft exhale. Calm down, Sunhi, calm down. Just try to save your mind. At least that. Sacrifice everything for the sake of others. After all, it was everything she was good for at that moment.

❝ Why… ❞   She finally let herself speak.   ❝ What… what’s the point of keeping… me alive? ❞

His chuckle was clearly audible, yet never prevented him from playing with her hair (against her will probably). This girl... seems he wasn`t wrong when hacked her phone and lead her to the apartment she was stuck in. Besides, she was arguing with someone on her phone right before he broke the codes and got acces to the logs, so perhaps it was wicked, twisted destiny at its finest. And then he threw her from one trap to another, finally having her locked up in her final destination.

Or pre-final. Depends on her behaviour, if she`ll be ovedient enough to deserve her place among them and sky high. He had no doubts.

With his leg he moved the second chair next to them and landed on it, putting his elbow on the knee and studying her face close. His fingers ran through her hair once again, moved it away, behind her ear, and then he brushed her cheekbones with the back of his palm gently, wightlessly. He never had any intention to actually hurt her, at least not now, when she was tied up and helpless. Perhaps, if she would be stubborn and remind him of all those people out there, he`d have to show her the place she`s stuck in now.

Not that it would be too difficult to do. Sunhi was strong, she flew high and proud. Saeran knew one thing for sure. The higher they - are the harder they fall.

“ No-no, the correct question would be what`s the point of killing you. It would be correct to show you, that there is no answer to that... Besides, I invited you to join me in Paradise, and you never answered.. I`m still waiting for it. ”

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fukuroukashi:

OOC: Oh, God. Don’t you start using Keith icons on me. They’re my weakness.

WATCH ME DESTROY YOU GENTLY CAUSE I LOVE YOU

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ignotxs replied to your post: OOC: *sees V.oltron blogs being recommended* ahhh…

why do you hurt yourself and me Q___Q

OOC: coz we’re both meant to s u f f e r ofc

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so not appreciating that

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@reseterr0r

The soft buzz of his equipment in the back of the room sounds calming, at least to his ears. The intellectual systems never stop working, and he brushes his hand across the keyboards, thinking that perhaps - just perhaps - he might get himself a new one. It`s not a top priority, never was, because all the life that`s down on Earth... It`s just a mere step towards something greater.

Or so he is made to believe.

Turning his head away from the screen, he drags his sight across the surroundings, forcing himself to not look at his prisoner until the very last moment. Having her trapped here feels like the greatest reward he can ever imagine, knowing, that all of those party people would follow just like the rats followed the sound of the flute. 

His walk is relaxed and could probably tell a lot about his mood right now, but the girl in front of him is blinded with black tissue on her beautiful green eyes, and Saeran can`t help but grin at the thought of how terrified she must feel... And how relieved she would feel after she`s granted the medicine. His own memories try extremely hard to slap his mind back into the proper way of treating people, but he grits his teeth and repeats his mantra. For the Saviour. For the Heaven.

“ Don`t be scared. ” his fingers run through her long hair, and he curls one of the locks around his finger. “ I`m sorry for the delay, this is unfortunate... I do hope they solve the issue as soon as possible. You`ll have your medicine soon. Trust me. ”

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mercuriix:

@ignotxs | from here

   The plan was to bask in the sun, but Prompto’s struggling to tear his eyes away from Saeran. Every few seconds he’ll duck his head and flick a sideways glance at his boyfriend, like he’s checking Saeran’s still there. Sometimes, he worries he’ll open his eyes and find that the unexpected happiness he’s found in this man will have vanished along with the hacker himself.     It’s a struggle not to get clingy. ( And god, he knows that’d be a mistake ). The last thing he wants to do is smother this dreamlike, barely-there person with himself. One false move and he could shatter this– could end up raking the shards of it from his heart. It’s a good thing, he thinks, that he understands Saeran well enough to know when he needs to be given time. And to know that when he chooses to settle his attention on Prompto, it’s because he wants to.    Right now, Prompto isn’t trying to connive to steal that attention– it’s firmly riveted on the froth of clouds spilling over the expanse of crystalline sky and that is more than fine. Saeran’s off in his own world, drifting with the music in his head, and he looks like a work of art. Unfocused, blurry, dappled in sunlight. Prompto nearly raised his camera and snapped the picture without asking, but–    It seemed right to ask.    “Just– look at me,” is all he says, when Saeran seems to wait for direction. Prompto swallows audibly. He’s never seen a moment he’s wanted to hold onto more than this: his boyfriend, wreathed in light, unguarded and pure. Snapping the picture feels like happening across a masterpiece.    “This is proof,” he says, throat dry. “This is proof that… you’re here with me.”

Look at him? The corners of Saeran`s lips twitched slightly when he heard that response. He was looking at him already, and for now nothing was going to distract him from such a sight. The thought of changing his pose a bit crossed his mind, but he decided to stay frozen, the comfort of the sunlight was too precious to disturb, and it`s not like his neck was hurting from turning his head. 

“ Okay, ” he murmured quietly, nodding, and then shaking his head gently to get rid of the white locks, covering his mint sight. Looking at Prompto while he was adjsting some settings on his camera was actually rather amusing, Saeran never paid attention to someone so caught up in their hobby. His brother looked drowned into something the same way when he was working on some codes or a new robot of his, but Saeran automatically assumed it was something only his brother had. He was proved wrong and correct at the same time, both of them shared the same passion for their interests.

And also Saeran suddenly realized Prompto`s freckles looked... cute? 

The sound of camera snapping a picture caught him off guard, but he managed not to blink and didn`t spoil the picture. However, Prompto`s sentence made him stare at the other with wide eyes, blinking perplexedly, until his mind cooperated and he managed to get himself together, to shoot back with a touched smile.

“ How about you take more of those pictures then? I am not going anywhere. ”

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@lolol-expert

“ I`m not sure. Actually, I`m absolutely certain that this won`t do... ” Saeran looks down on the book that the other is showing him and tries to express as much doubt as he can. Picking presents for people he doesn`t really know it`s hard, but it seems it`s an actual trial for gamer himself.

“ Think about it. Do you suppose that businessman of yours would have time to actually read this thing? I highly doubt it. Besides, it`s not like he enjoys anything except for his cat... From what you`ve told, anyway. Look for something for pet owners, I guess. And for that assistant lady... I don`t know what she likes, but maybe some classical music would do? She may need relaxation, so... Just an idea though. ”

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@lizziethethird

“ Yes, I have your requested milk. Now stop jumping around me and talk, for fuck`s sake. ” The paradoxal feeling of talking to a cat in human form got his head spinning around, especially with the creature being so excited to see him. The hacker raised his hand which gripped the package with the treats and frowned at Ellie.

“ Stop it! Jeez... Don`t you remember what I have said before? Intel first, food later. ” He settled himself on the nearest bench and nodded to his side. “ So... If there`s something new you`d wanna tell me about your so-called master, go ahead. I`m sure you still have plenty of stories to share. ”

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random starter call!

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byteprophet:

God Matt hates it when people pull shit like this. His gun is drawn immediately, not at all comfortable with the fact that this stranger has shown up at his door with a gun. Especially after everything that happened—this was just too much. “The fuck do you think you’re doing?! Put that shit down. I’m fine with comparing barrel lengths, but what kinda asshole tries to come in with guns blazing?”

“ You could`ve start with a ‘hello’, showing an example of a proper greeting, for all I care, ” Saeran pulls his mask down, showing his face, cause it`s hard to breathe with this thing on, and, besides, it`s not like this guy will live to see another day. Well... perhaps he will. All depends on his decision. “ You should`ve known better than hacking into my servers. Now there are only two choices you have... Either you join us... or you die. Simple. ”

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"Can I... take a picture of you?" For something to look at when he needs to smile. "Just. Y'know. The light is perfect."

@mercuriix

Peace and quiet were always desired as much as being left alone, even though in the past few weeks (months?) the silence of solitude was not a pleasant sound, nor was it frequently heard. It was up to Saeran to decide whether or not it was good for him, but he still treasured every minute he could spend just staring at the clouds. Peaceful. Calm. 

It`s a nice, sunny day, so thanks to someone extra hyperactive, the hacker finds himself outside in the park, just sitting in the sun and slowly scrolling through his playlist. Said hyperactive boyfriend - Saeran still cringes at the word - is by his side, dicking around with his camera, so the male just keeps on looking for the song and puts on his headphones, giving Prompto a sign to not disturb him for a while.

And then there`s just a swift melody, a rhythm, which matches his heartbeat, eyes hypnotized by the lazy motion of the clouds on the saphirine sky, and he`s slipping into the state of absolute tranquility. The sun brushes against the pale skin, warm touch so pleasant and gentle that he can`t help but close his eyes and let the whole world just freeze itself, allowing him to catch the moment alone with the universe. Perhaps, this is what he lives for. Because life is worth it with seconds like this. 

As the music stops, the world goes back to its original self, the clock continues to tick, and the first breath he takes feels like the breeze let in the dusty room. The Earth is moving, the life is going on, and with the rest of it, he hears the other`s voice. The mint orbs slowly drift along the patterns of the environment, to focus on Prompto`s face. Saeran blinks once, his mind isn`t working as sharply and rapidly as it usually does, so his answer sounds a bit uncertain, but relaxed and laid back. 

“ A picture?.. Sure. ”

And then he just assumes that Prom would either tell him what to do, or at least somehow guide him, so he keeps staring at the other with a blank yet thoughtful expression, awaiting for something. Looking as vulnerable as possible. And just as open to the world.

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