- corrosive

moon hyeju. 23. flare. acid manipulation. so i got some mischief in my blood. can you blame me? i never got much love.

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; it was nice meeting all of you, and getting to write with you! even though i was only here for two weeks max, i thoroughly enjoyed role playing with hyeju. may never have a discord, but i have a personal @08194! keep in touch, loves!

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impaiko:

Aiko trusted Hyeju. Every move, every word she spoke, every piece of advice given was accepted wholeheartedly. She always watched carefully, eager to be a diligent student. In her academic studies, she always lacked a little bit more than others, but she was determined to become better, stronger with her powers. Wishing to become a Gleam was perhaps aiming a bit too high, but her mother had always told her to shoot for the stars. Even with Hyeju’s encouragement, Aiko was starting to feel discouraged. When she was younger, she always had big hopes for her powers. Even when her bubbles first appeared, she had an optimistic view that they could potentially be great, as did her father and mother. But even after all the classes and all the practice, Aiko still felt as though her powers weren’t hero worthy at all. 

“How many years?” She asked with a pout, but soon a soft smile graced her lips and she nodded. It was easy for her to forget how far she’d already come. How much progress she’d already made. When she first enrolled, Aiko could barely encapsulate anything more than dust in her bubbles without them popping instantly, and now her bubbles could practically swallow acid. She knew it took time and effort to perfect any craft, but sometimes it seemed like the end was too far out of reach. 

“I’ve been trying to find out which area would be better for me. I’ve tried,” Aiko began, counting off the words on her fingers. “Transporting objects, but my bubbles aren’t really strong enough to move most things. I can make bubbles out of most liquids I’ve tried.  I’ve tried working on my trajectory and the speed and strength, but I run out of breath too easily. Nothing seems to be working, unnie.”

“ you can’t put a time stamp on something that’s different for everyone, ” she answered before fixing her position. she met a few flares who moved up to gleams, and while rare, there were a few gleams who dropped their ranks to flares. the assessments, while incredibly pressuring and in her opinion, bad, made it fair game to go up or down in where people could be. and she knew so many flares who wanted to move up. they got more than any of flares. but that was the case, no one could predict when anyone could master their own powers.  

“ i know you have. and you’re doing great. we’ll work on it until something stands out from the others, ” she answered. “ and at least you’re aware which areas are harder than others, ” she replied. it was good to know she was aware of her power and how far it’ll go. her ears perked up when she heard that she could use most liquids. “ could you make bubbles out of that? ” she asked, pointing to a bottle off to the side. labeled as sodium hydroxide, it was a base she couldn’t mess around with her own powers. bases were all off limits for her. if she could make a bubble out of that, she would lose miserably against her.

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impdawon:

@imphyeju

—                “ I’d love to make SMALL TALK and all, but I don’t know who you are — And I’m not the type to be… doing this anyway.. ” Dawon was clearly in a terrible mood, with hands crossed over her chest and a slight smile that was anything BUT FRIENDLY. Would she pick another fight? Probably NOT, because lack of sleep was catching up to her.

“ OF COURSE, DARLING,” she replied. before popping a piece of gum in her mouth, and twirling a lock of her hair. taking a seat in front of the girl, she looked up and glanced at the blonde with a shrug. she didn’t know how she got into this situation, but she was in no mood to converse with someone who was as grumpy as half of the student population before a cup of coffee. what were with the girls here and being either incredibly precious like bubble gum pink, or being incredibly cold hearted like ice steel blue? she didn’t understand. there was no inbetween. “ you can go on your merry way then. no one is forcing you to stay, ” she said, blowing a bubble afterwards. honestly, with the amount of male thots, precious babies, and cold-hearted women, she needed a change of pace. though it didn’t seem like that was actually possible. 

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impaiko:

As soon as Hyeju offered a smile, Aiko quickly conjured up one in return. The last thing she wanted was to be melted by acid, so she was eternally grateful that the other wasn’t easily triggered. Sometimes when startled, Aiko had a habit of throwing bubbles, but fortunately for them hers did no damage. Whenever she watched the older girl exhibit her powers, she felt a sense of jealousy.  A small pang of envy that sprouted in her belly like a seedling, but never grew large enough to bloom. If only her power was as cool and exciting as Hyeju’s, passing the tests wouldn’t be so hard.

“Is something hic bothering you?” Her voice was soft, a few octaves above a whisper. Although she was no longer hiding, something about the whole setting made Aiko feel as though she should be quiet. “It’s hic okay, I knew you wouldn’t hurt me.” It was a lie, but it felt necessary to say. In a place like Imperium, where all students were still perfecting their crafts, true safety was never guaranteed. There was always a possibility for mishaps and mistakes, accidents could always happen. As much as she wanted to believe Hyeju would never hurt her, her safety wasn’t promised. But she didn’t need to let the older girl know that. 

“I couldn’t sleep.” That wasn’t so much of a lie. It was true that she couldn’t fall asleep, but she didn’t happen to mention the lack of effort put into it. She hadn’t even returned to her dorm room yet, which was probably a good start to a good night’s rest. “I’m worried about the assessments. I’m hic scared that I didn’t improve at all.”

WAS SOMETHING WRONG? hyeju came to the gym to practice her skills as a way to unleash all her anger. her hands were begging to kill something before ultimately wanting to fail the next assessment. not that anyone really knew that. it wasn’t on purpose in anyone else’s eyes. she was just unlucky that her powers started malfunctioning whenever she tried. but she shook her head. there were no need to tell aiko the other reasons why she was out. “ just some silly anger issues, ” she answered before smiling again. it would truly be a mess if someone knew all the imagery she had in her head when she played with acid this way. 

“ no need to lie. we all know that there’s always a possibility for someone to hurt someone here, ” she replied. and it was purely by the fact that anyone was capable of killing someone else if they really wanted to. knowing that, hyeju never cared to be vulnerable and openly portrayed any weakness around most people. it was just an invitation for manipulation and betrayal. if she played her cards wrong, there was no telling who would use that to their advantage. even anger was something that she had to keep hidden. chaos would ensue if she didn’t contain those bursts, or if she didn’t recover quickly.  

listening to her, she relaxed her body. after being so hellbent on destroying dummies, she knew it was better to calm down. “ you have improved, ” she started. coming closer to her, she ended up lying on the ground, staring at the ceiling. it was obvious that she had. every time she worked with her, she looked stronger than she thought she could be. there was a lot aiko could do with bubbles, and it was always exciting for her to watch. well, that was in hyeju’s opinion. maybe in someone else’s eyes that looked like something else. “ it’s just a rough time for everyone during those assessments. you always have a chance to prove yourself. win or lose. it’ll be okay, ” she continued. it had been a long time since she even thought about the pressure to perform accordingly. and it was always saddening to watch them so pressured like this. 

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impminguk:

THE HIGHLIGHTS AND hyeju’s handwriting all over his textbook was endearing. he was fine with her leaving her mark all over - hell, he invited it. just like this study session.  he looked over to hyeju with a smile when the book was suddenly out his hands. “ hmm… a color coded chart on acids and bases might be useful for something one day, i’ll consider it. ” then with a drawn out sigh, he stretched out his arms, relieving the ache in his back from being hunched over for hours. he flipped through the pages of his textbook, amused how some of the things highlighted where useful things he missed. “ and it looks like i don’t need to teach you studying techniques. i can teach you how to punch someone without breaking the bones in your hands, though. ” 

CRACKING HER BACK, she clucked her tongue at his reply about her chart. it was fine with her. she already had a few photocopies for lab work. watching him skim through the highlights and scrawled notes in the margins, she smiled. at least, there was some kind of fun in this study sesison of theirs. cracking her knuckles and her back after a long stare down with a textbook, she put her head on her hands, an amused look still stuck on her face. hyeju was never the one to fight for no reason whatsoever, always telling others that she was a lover not a fighter, but it was also because agression and acid weren’t a great combination. it led to incredibly highly dangerous conversations with emotions that she liked to stay dormant. but she had to admit, knowing how to fight, and how to self-defend were much more helpful than relying on her powers. “ well, you have me beat there, dear. i’ll take you up on that offer, ” she replied.

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impdaewon:

He sighed a little heavier when he realized who had just come into his office. His lips twisted into a slight frown as he looked at her for a moment. She sometimes did this, just burst in as way of announcing herself and most times he was in better moods. But he was currently feeling a little stressed, students were not the only ones who had to do work and had deadlines. And he needed to get this all graded so he could had it back next lesson and set them the next part to work towards their major. Daewon really didn’t have the time for these kinds of distractions, though he was slightly thankful for the distraction from his work for the moment. 

 “ Knocking is something that you should educate yourself on for next time you want to come and visit, ” he told her rather plainly, flexing his fingers a little, ignoring the slight aching pain ricocheting up his arm in response. Though he did pause for a moment as he watched her come over and put a cup in front of him. This was not something he had expected and he was stunned into silence for a short moment. “ Well, thank you, ” he responded after a moment, “ But this doesn’t make up for just bursting in here. ” The last part was spoken with a smile as he pulled the cup a little closer. 

At the offer he just chuckled a little, lips still slightly twisted upwards. “ I do not think I could let a student help with my grading, ” not that he supposed she had any bad intentions like changing a friends grade, but he couldn’t allow that. “ This is something I have to do myself. ”

HOW DID ONE DEFINE THIS RELATIONSHIP? hyeju didn’t know why she was constantly wanting this professor’s attention while somewhat understanding that he didn’t like her presence. did he like anyone though? hearing his comeback, she smiled. ah, so this was why she tortured herself from time to time. “ it would be highly out of character of me to come with some etiquette, ” she explained before rolling her eyes at her own statement. she did this often enough that he should have learned that knocking on his door was never going to happen.

slightly shocked by his response, she put her hand on her chest. “ it’s a miracle, professor kang has uttered some kind of gratitude to one of his most annoying students, ” she dramatised before laughing and shaking off any theatrics. knowing him, hyeju was always surprised if there was more than a look of disdain on his face, or perpetual annoyance for anything in his field of vision. but it was gone just like that moment of silence. ah, such sweetness was fleeting. however, the smile on his face lit her face up a little. she had to bite back the smile on her face by both his smile and surprising kindness. “ that wasn’t my objective anyways. i thought you’d want some.  it’s chamomile with a hint of lemon, ” she continued. 

“ then, what can i help you with? ”  looking from his bandaged hands back to the piles to him, in general, she knew his claws were a problem. it was that she didn’t know how much of a problem it could be. the whole process looked painful. it seemed like every other day there was either blood on his knuckles, or bloodied bandages. it confused her to no end. no matter how much research she could do on this ability, there was nothing she could come up with other than he had to live with it. but, it looked like he couldn’t live with it for the rest of his life. it wasn’t out of pity, it was out of concern. and just like why she kept coming back to see him, she didn’t understand why. it still confused her. 

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Are there any students that you'd like to get to know more of that you have seen around?

“ kwon elena and shadow man, ” she started before lighting a cigarette and sitting back in her chair. their first encounters with her still rung in her head. they were strong individuals. and she was intrigued by them like a moth to the light. “ sunwei mostly because i need his advice when it comes to tending the flowers as well as plants that grow in the rooftop garden,” she added. taking a long drag on her cigarette, she wondered if there was anyone else. “ as well as taeyeon, i’ve heard she’s a force to be reckoned with, ” she continued. taking a moment to think about the question, she finally finished with, “ i think that’s it. ” stubbing away her cigarette, she couldn’t wonder about all of them. she wanted more. there was always room for new knowledge. 

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The last time you felt jealous, and why?

“ i was watching the girls pass by on campus one day, and couldn’t help but notice that everyone looked oh so beautiful, ”  she started, faking a smirk. of course, she loved herself. she loved her eyes, she loved her sense of confidence, she loved who she was. but her body wasn’t the beauty standards for korea. her tanned skin made her mother curse at her. taunts and screams, if only she wasn’t as curvy, if only she those big double-eyelid eyes. “ you grow up being called the ugly step daughter, being a daughter of a woman whose whole career is based upon being beautiful that building a self - esteem is incredibly hard thing to do. ” and most of the time, she was proud of herself, proud of who she was, how she looked, how she acted, but there were still those slip ups when she couldn’t help but look in the mirror and groan at herself. “ because there are so many beautiful people here that fit it more than me. you forget that you’re beautiful in your own sense, ” she explained before staring at the mirror and sighing. one day, she’d accept those unique parts of herself. it’ll just take some time. 

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imphyori:

Hearing the anger in her voice disappear, Hyori’s body relaxed, her shaking ceasing and her hands lowering to clasp behind her back. Part of her wanted to help pick up the mess that had been made on the gym floor but another part of her knew that if she made any such attempt that the acid residue left behind from what she had just seen would surely harm her. So she stuck with following close behind, keeping company. 

Her body stiffened at the question, slightly surprised by it, but of course it couldn’t be helped. If there was something she had found was that if anyone on campus cared about her well being, it was Hyeju. She was grateful for that, more than actions could ever convey, not that it stopped her from trying though. “I was just out on the track. I couldn’t sleep and I just felt like running for a bit.”She bit the inside of her cheek as she realized that this answer raised for questions.

The follow up question only confirmed her thoughts. She sucked in her bottom lip and furrowed her eyebrows in thought. Was there something on her mind? She hadn’t thought so. At least not until she asked her. Now a conversation she had had with another student flashed in her mind. Her gaze dropping down to her feet. “I guess there is…I don’t know.” 

She was never one to shy away from anything, always courageous in her endeavors, this wasn’t going to be an exception, she refused to let it. “Senpai…do you think people will forget me?”

AS SHE STARTED GESTURING AT THE ACID, hyeju watched as the acid residue started to collect itself in small amounts. her hands were neutralized for the most part, and if she was going to continue to clean up the residue, she had to do so in fragments. besides, she could only get acid to vanish in small amounts. and even then it was odd not to know where it would go. listening to the girl’s explanation, she gave a quizzical look. a run, at this hour? that couldn’t be the complete story, could it? as she continued to clean up, hyeju knew if she kept quiet, she would get an answer from the younger girl. finishing up the rest of the acid residue, she started to throw the dummies away. she stopped though and turned to look at the girl when she heard waht she had to say next.  

it had been a very long time that she even felt insecurities from someone. perhaps it was because she surrounded herself with confident people when she was younger, and perhaps it was because she had her own insecurities to laugh at that she had no idea how to deal with, but when she looked at hyori, all she could think that this girl needed love and security in her life. having powers, being a flare, being young in general, there were so many things that could attribute to someone’s mental health. staring at her, she stopped cleaning up and came closer to her. 

“ no, i truly don’t think people will forget you. those who care about you will always remember you and cherish you. you are precious, you are a diamond in the rough, and there is no reason to think otherwise. you are amazing. everyone has their flaws and weaknesses. it makes you, you though. if you think you’re going to be forgotten, let me reassure you that i will never let your existence be erased in my memory. ” she smiled before tucking a lock behind the girl’s ear. “ now tell me, what would bring that up for you? ”

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Who are your favorite people on campus?

smiling, she didn’t know how to answer this. there were just so many people she loved on campus. “hyori is such a sweetheart, truly. i want the best for her, and i do believe that she’s meant for greatness. i just hope that she finds the courage in herself to believe in herself, truly. i love her oh so dearly, and i will always try my best to be there for her when she needs someone to be there for her. she’s a wonderful human being and i’d be lying if i said she had no effect on my life,” she started with a smile. 

“aiko-chan is incredibly amazing as well. she’s precious and should always be protected. but with bubble manipulation she got the best of both parents. and it’s difficult to see her discouraged when it comes to her powers. as fa mulan’s father once said, ‘this one is a late bloomer, but i’m sure when it blossoms it will the be the most beautiful of them all.’ or something of that sort. i’m sure she’ll master her art, and it will be beautiful. until then, she will continue to be my bubbles, a sweet girl who has the purest intentions at heart. ganbatte, aiko!” 

“minguk! who would i be without my favorite person to study with? in fact, who would i be without his help in combat as well as being able to bring out a side of me that i usually hide around people who believe i’m a confident young woman or a queen of some sort. as much as i do love to portray such an image, i also enjoy being able to relax with a few textbooks, highlighters, and study notes. i would never be decently skilled at combat if it wasn’t for him, and i most certainly wouldn’t feel at peace if it wasn’t for him. i appreciate being able to strip off that side and be a little bit nerdier with him. besides, it doesn’t hurt that he’s so skilled in a lot of departments.”

“angel cakes aka moon taesung. incredibly attractive. top four on the attractive professors list. one of the few professors who will let me strut into his office and be more amused than annoyed. it’s always relaxing to be around him because of his aura, but he’s such a sweet conversationalist that i enjoy his company moreso than i let on. his wings may be incredibly soft, but he’s as soft as blankets you seep under after a long day. i appreciate his kindness, his sweetness, and how wonderful he is.”

“professor taejoon! he’s very handsome,” she laughed. “but more importantly, i’m happy that he agreed to something that i didn’t he would. of course, i respect the boundaries he has to make, but i do thank him for the favor he’s doing for me. and as much as i’d like to wish that we could ever get closer, i’m content where we are now as well.” 

“and finally, kasper. the boy doesn’t get enough credit. he has this incredible power, and it is such a hard power to master, but he does his best. it’s incredibly admirable. we have tea from time to time, and our conversations always make feel refreshed and reinvigorated. my evenings are so soothing, so calming, and so much better whenever we spend time together. i am incredibly grateful to have such a grounding person in my life. there are no words to express how grateful i truly am.”

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What do you think about the intense testing you all have to go through?

“extremely flawed in so many ways,” she answered as she grinded the herbs for her tea. “they create a situation where it’s specifically for your power,” she started, remembering the many instances of her testing. “however, in reality, there is someone who could easily handle a difficult situation that you wouldn’t be able to. say there was a fire manipulator surrounded by flames. you lose oxygen quickly, and that manipulator is losing oxygen fast. meaning, there is no way a normal human with powers could do anything in a milisecond. the first instinct is to panic. a water manipulator could easily extinguish the flames so what is the point of being tested every month?” she continued. her kettle started to ring in her ears. she hated that noise. she turned off the stove. 

“and if we discuss the hierarchy of the flares and gleams, gleams have a slightly better chance than flares due to the fact that their classes for honing abilities are on high-tier instead of foundational. they’re supposed to have better control,” she continued. rolling her eyes, she remembered skipping those classes to work on her skills elsewhere. she didn’t need someone to tell her to focus on the target. she needed someone to tell her how to build her immunity to acid, or if it was actually possible. how to manipulate acid into monsters of her own bidding. not throw things at a target. “so flares are at a disadvantage due to the fact that most, not all, have either obscure powers, or still need incredible honing. so, it is incredibly high pressure for those flares to perform, and they stay as a flare because they’re not well-equiped for those situations.” 

pouring her tea into a cup, she continued, “in terms of gleams, they’re already at a high pressure because they’re expected to be the superheros, it’s the mentality of how do i continue to be good at what i am? think about your a subject you’re good at, don’t you want to stay good at that subject? what happens when you do below your average? incredibly disappointing, right? the concept applies here. so if they fail, there’s a higher stake already. but add the fact that their rank might be dropped? sadly, that’s even worse. you are forced to go down a rank because this one time you couldn’t perform to the best of your abilities. worse than midterms and finals, we have adults-in-training who are just getting better at the magical powers they have and to prove that they’re worth something they have to excel at a test that is about their powers and that honing skills class is only once every fourteen cycles.” pausing, she sipped a bit of tea, and shrugged her shoulders. “how do you get better once every fourteen days? how do you train on your own when you have no idea how to get better?”

“every student is learning how to use their powers. some are afraid, others have no control, some don’t believe in their abilties, and others are here to mess around. besides the fact that this test is used every month. you have to remember that each student is just a kid who has powers. the brain doesn’t finish developing until say twenty-five. having powers isn’t normal. they will never be normal. and yet here we are, adding onto that scary thing with a monthly test to destroy or add even more pressure to them. we put kid against kid instead suggesting that they could work together and cause a powerful league of superheroes, or a sinister clan of villains. and do not tell me that this world shouldn’t have villains. this is why we have dystopian literature, dear.” 

finishing her tea, she looked down at her scarred hands, and laughed. “does that clearly answer your question, or did i ramble a little too much? i apologize. there’s just so much to be said about a test that i’ve seen many students almost die at.” she winced at the memories. “it’s hard. and i applaud anyone who takes it as seriously as some do.” 

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ask me anything.

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impsik:

at this time of night, hyosik was rarely ever present in his body. instead the boy was delving into the depths of other people’s subconscious, pricking their thoughts with a specific sort of lust that could drive a person insane with how fervent it was, and yet tonight sik found himself completely unable to do what he did best, all because of his own mind that he ironically failed to control - restless.. full of thoughts that needed to be emptied via distraction. 

the gymnasium isn’t well equipped for powers like his, there’s plenty of apparatus which allows a thorough exercising of his demon vessel - but it’s not like they have a couple of sleepless bodies hanging around with minds open, just begging to be infiltrated. with claws sharp and steely he pushes into the core of the dummy nearest to his form, assumingly where somebody’s liver and spleen would sit, twisting in a manner somewhat jaded. sickeningly slowly sharp digits are wrenched up and around, before watching it’s coarse stuffing fall out of the gaping hole left behind. 

it’s not enough to physically tire him out, though. an alternate plan sees his wings sprout as though they were an extension of his spine, canine’s lengthening tenfold, and though he should be feared he looks more alluring now than ever, similar to that of an angel of death than a demon. beauty is dangerous, he’s been told, and he becomes aware of it more than ever when he’s in such a state. a sizzling noise has his back turning as his wings unfold outwards, somebody calling out with a tone non-too kind. briefly sik finds himself wondering if the feminine voice belonged to a person who would be interested in joining in on his little game. then he thinks that really, he doesn’t have to wonder when he can find out.  “that’s a very big promise for somebody who can’t even locate where i am right now.” his reply is full of mischief, voice echoing tauntingly around the empty hall as he begins to move. his stealth hasn’t kicked in yet, but with the right amount of adrenaline fused into his blood, it just might. “i think you should come and find me, then we’ll see about that puddle melting business.”

A POISONOUS TONE ONLY REAPED DEAD BODIES. and she was going to reap what she sowed. because the voice was like the steam of acid as it made contact with each dummy. never be afraid of things that you didn’t know, she reminded herself. as she stood her ground, the tone of his voice teetered on mischief and danger. her anger was taken out for something much dangerous. intrigue, there was no shadow of fear as she stood there. blame it on the fact that she had seen too many grotesque and sinful situations that this was nothing more than another step closer to being linked towards corruption, or being amazed by complexities. whatever worked, really. she didn’t mind. her head cocked in the direction she heard the voice from. a voice that reminded her of her father’s serenades and piano playing. 

“ a game of hide-and-seek it is then, ”  she answered in a velvet tone, a curious smile appearing on her face. the warning alarms in her mind started to flash. with every step she took in the darkness, it intensified. the image of that nameless man dying in front of her appeared, mother’s demands of following her into the dark played, and if she was younger, oh so younger then she’d shut down and cry just like a little idiot. but, miss hyeju wasn’t sixteen anymore. she was a grown age of twenty-three, a long seven years where great granny told her that powers were much more interesting than past memories. where great granny used to show her own powers, and how she used them for her own fun. 

she remembered watching the man’s face melt, how his skin oozed off his face, how he screamed in pain, how he tried to call her a monster, and most importantly, how annoying he was. he tried to grab her arms, anything, to make her stop something she didn’t know how to stop. his face melted off his skull like a popsicle. but god, that noise he made was like a fire alarm, insistent and annoying. she didn’t want to hear that anymore. why were the lips the last thing to come off? 

her heels continue to make noise with each step. a girl looked her best when she was in heels. “ but you do have an unfair advantage, ” she answered, before throwing some acid up into the air for fun. the sizzles of the lights was music to her ears as she caught the ball. it wasn’t going to destroy the light, really. it was much too weak to do any real damage to that. if only she had more immunity to acid, then maybe her hand wouldn’t burn as much as they did while catching. pain and suffering, that was her mistake, was it not? it was fine though. being a little masochistic would be a secret she kept. “ the only way i could actually find you would be if you materialized in front of me. ” the skin oozed down to his neck, his hair eroded into nothingness. all she saw was a skull afterwards. with no control of her powers, she caused a man to die. “ i don’t plan on destroying the whole gym to find you, shadow man. ”  things were oh so different now.  

mother used to put the ruby red lipstick on her lips. oh, she used to hold her scarred and burnt hands when she went to work with her. she used to call her little hyeju, a little monster as she told her that there was acid in the air. oh, she was just a little gremblin. she wasn’t as pretty as mother dearest, she wasn’t as charming as mother dearest. too bad the lipstick only reminded hyeju of blood, an iron taste. iron, a metal that could be used to make a base, or better yet, for combat. where she watched her mother hit a man with an iron club hyeju made for her out of desperation. blood oozed from that man’s head. tell no one, her mother told her. she stole all the money off of him. they never talked about it again. 

great grandmother was right. everyone was a little evil. they just wanted to repress their evil in other ways. staring at her burned hands, she grinned. mother was as much of a monster she was. “ so tell me a story before you come and destroy me. you’re much more powerful than a little flare like me. ”

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imphaneul:

It was obvious that this girl had been expecting to have the roof to herself. Unfortunately for her he didn’t feel like indulging anyone today and the thought of leaving his spot wasn’t all too appealing. Hearing her comment he arched an eyebrow at her. “Spidey. Wow, really? That the best you could come up with in two seconds?” he asked sarcastically. He would have expected something at least bird related because of his wings, so her reference lost any effect she thought it would have, instead sounding idiotic to him. Furrowing his brow he went over to her to examine just what in the heck she was doing. He wasn’t one to perform criminal acts (minus a couple of fights) so the fact she was clearly trying to open something she shouldn’t let off a sort of warning signal in his head. “Right and I should let you do this why?” There was something familiar about her, something Hyori had said once. He couldn’t exactly remember now, since he paid minimal attention to her, but he was sure she had said something about her once.

BLINKING, SHE TURNED TO THE BOY ONCE MORE. did he not know marvel? out of all the things not to know, he didn’t know about those superheroes that kids used to look up to? giving him a quizzical look, she said, “ haneul parker, right? ” she dramatically replied, “ i’m offended. you have no idea what kind of ancestry you have, do you? this is so sad. your last name of parker refers to peter parker aka spiderman. ”  a quick hand to the chest then to her forehead as though she was going to faint at this epiphany. but then laughing at her own acting she smiled and added, “ with a name that means sky, everything about you screams angel. i didn’t want to be unoriginal and trite. ” 

shrugging her shoulders, she turned around and continued to test out different acids to melt the lock. it was too strong for most common weak acids, the lock was almost in pristine condition with them. they only ate away tiny bits of the lock, too miniscule to actually get it off. and honestly, she didn’t want to go straight to hydrochloric acid to erode the thing. that was just a bit overboard. not looking away from her lock, she explained, “ the school locks up the garden after a certain hour and on certain days. because my class runs longer than they should, i always miss the hour to tend to all the roses, or check on the herbs for teas. ” mumbling to herself, she continued to stare at her fingers which held ( it was really floating above her fingers )  five of the seven strong acids. trying the brown dyed sulfuric acid, she watched as the other acids disappear and the brown acid started to eat away at the lock. 

quick pangs of burns touched her skin. if she was smarter, she would have brought along her bases, but she was in a rush. she was running out of herbs to brew for teas. and the garden, while locked up, was still free for anyone to harvest when needed. once she was inside, she could dilute the acid on her hand and neutralize them later. as the lock finally clanked to the ground, she smiled and asked, “ so peter, are you going to fly over to an authority figure and be the good angel of conscience and tell on me? ”  

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five word prompts: “ anyone could tell from here ” - @imphansol

“ WELL, THERE ISN’T MUCH I CAN DO ABOUT YOUR VIEWING EXPERIENCE. EXCEPT BURN YOUR EYES, ” hyeju joked. it was a rare sight to see hyeju practicing her powers in public. most of the time, she went off campus and found some abandoned and locked off warehouse, ( because melting locks at this point was more of a pastime than an actual measure of her competence ), to hone her abilities. after her great grandmother dying, there hadn’t been anyone who she could learn more from. she was definitely no master, but she was at least proficient in the art of acid. but somehow, frat boy found her. it wasn’t his fault, she kept choosing pretty open places even if they were abandoned and the obvious puddles of acid on the ground was an indicator that someone was there. “ completely flare material, right? ” she asked with a smirk. earlier, she was trying to test the waters of a defense system with acid, but it seemed almost impossible. acid was used for attacks and not for protection. not ideal for her. no matter how hard she tried to create a formula, it never worked. why couldn’t she just have acid immunity and acid detection? at least then she could stay with the flares. 

her greatest achievement of the day was creating a wave of yellow acid and watching it evaporate as though it never appeared. almost impossible with science she knew, but superpowers were nothing that made logical sense. but it was still flawed, there was still subtle evidence. it tinged grass blades and left some kind of scarring on the ground she was on. it was always going to be impossible to leave no trace of her powers. any crime or activity she did would lead back to her. and if that was the case, then she could never use her powers for anything other than in battles. a thing she also didn’t partake in. 

but looking at the boy who saw her, she asked, “ now, how should i fail my evaluation for the month? ”  she didn’t want to move out of flares. she needed to stay in the flares no matter what. the playing field for the gleams was something she didn’t need to see.

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impsik:

who knows how many times had he been sent away from school with bloodied knuckles and a bleeding nose? sik knew how to take a lashing. so he wasn’t exactly sure why his hands were filled with an unexplainable tremor, after knocking some unidentified gleam on his ass when challenged to do so during fight club. half of him wondered why he was even there in the first place, stiffly reminding himself that aside from delving into peoples’ dreams, he couldn’t care less whether or not he received his daily dose of interactions with another living thing. and yet the boy inside of his mind, young and angry and volatile cries out for measly grains of nothingness, calls upon anybody to give him the right sort of attention he had missed when growing up. these moments aren’t too often, but when hyosik does experience such intense feelings, his mind comes misconstrued with messages - signals going haywire. and every craving for a soft touch becomes a harsh fist in return, and nothing is resolved. he has it written that he can change, let go of his demons, but not fast enough for his liking. so for now all he can hope for is that he gets back to his dormitories in time, without anybody seeing him and asking questions he hasn’t got the answer to. he really fucking hopes for that more than anything. 

HEELS CLICKED AGAINST THE PAVEMENT. cigarette smoke danced in the air as she made her way towards the school. the library was calling her name. there had some research to be done. whether it be a student’s invisibility or another’s insubstantiality, hyeju had her work cut out for her. or god forbid, she learned more about that claw retraction. as the smoke disappeared into the air, her mind was somewhere else. all of this was so incredibly dumb, and what was being taught for any of these students divided them even more. but then there was a lone figure passing by. taking in her cigarette once more, she glanced at the unidentified human being. 

blood on his nose, blood on his knuckles, there was blood everywhere. it was somewhat of a grotesque sight, but there was worse on campus. she saw people head back to their dorms with their bones jutting out,others dragging bodies as blood trailed behind them like a paint stroke. he got off easy. looking unamused at his injuries, she passed by him. curiosity itched at her bones. and it didn’t help that he was oh so handsome. not because of his injuries, that was mundane. it was how he looked as he moved. the students who came out of fights always looked victorious or as though they had their pride crushed and crumbled. his face? she couldn’t tell, but it wasn’t any of those things. 

stubbing away her cigarette and stopping in her tracks, she voiced for him to hear, “ so pretty boy, did you win or lose? ”  oh, this better be worth giving up her cigarette for. 

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impdaewon:

@imphyeju

The worst thing about his job was all the damn papers he had to grade. It was why he hated being a teacher, the lessons weren’t so bad and it was nice when people actually paid attention to him, but sometimes he wished that he didn’t have to give any assignments. No assignments meant that there was nothing he would have to spend his own time reading over and marking properly. 

Daewon was really not having a good day with it all, both hands still bandaged up and a little bit sore from a couple of days ago, which was just making writing a hell of a lot harder for him. Maybe he would just start assigning everything digitally and getting it through e-mail so he could use his laptop and type instead of having to write everything out. But maybe not, that could get confusing pretty fast as he was not exactly the best with technology and he was quite sure he would only cause himself more problems. 

Pausing for a moment, he sighed heavily, raking a hand back through his hair when suddenly, the door to his office just burst open. “ Have you never heard of knocking? ” He asked rather angrily to whoever had just come in without even announcing themselves beforehand, putting his pen back on his desk for a moment. Though he did well to keep his anger in check, letting out a heavy breath to calm himself before speaking again, “ What do you want? ”

HYEJU HAD A TENDENCY TO VISIT DIFFERENT FACULTY. there were a few who were interesting. that included moon taesung with his big and fluffy angel wings, and the one she was headed towards. not that it really was the best idea, he was much more... negative than some of the professors she had the chance to talk to. but he somehow ( inadequately if she could add ) tolerated her presence. she had no idea why she pestered the man so much, but there was something incredibly addicting about him. and as she opened the door to his office, she wasn’t surprised to hear the blistering anger in his voice. 

“ knocking? what’s that? please enlighten me, ” she replied sarcastically as she listened to the professor’s words. kang daewon, a flare professor for law. and in her experience, she wasn’t sure how to think of him. it was very much confusing to her. though she had to wonder if  everyone who graduated as a flare was like him. placing a cup in front of him, she shrugged her shoulders. “ i thought you’d like some tea, ” she added. noticing the man’s bandaged hands, she stared down at the pile of papers in front of him as well. claw refraction, she reminded herself. it didn’t seem like a useless power to her. staring down at her own hands, she remembered the amount of scarring and burns she had with each acid attack. it was painful to have powers. 

“ do you need help with grading at all? you seem exceptionally angered today, ”  she offered with a smile. if she could do at least something for him, it would be worth the visit. one thing off his plate, right?