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the flowers had been pointless, jin knows it. moot point, he knows that. before them sits an array of florals, flowers as far as the eye can see. but he supposes, knowing lin’s habitual twitch to tear things up, it’s better this way. the caretaker of the garden wouldn’t get angry and jin, well, jin had an armory at hand in case of emergencies.
(and, for the briefest of moments, his heart would palpitate at the way her eyes light up with the surprise of the bouquet)
besides. besides. he’s watched enough of the world to know this is what they do (they as in humans, as in men with women in mind, in body, in soul, in his ears).
“uh—oh,” his lips purse thoughtfully, not entirely sure behind the meaning of what an union was anyway. he’d watch, but it’d also get boring. “then i don’t know,” jin laughs, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “maybe you should just come back with me to the moon.” he jests. surely he jests. but the thought itself isn’t bad, having lin by his side for an eternity—wasn’t bad.
but, a quiet beat or two. a silent plea to calm the beating organ in his chest before he continues. (how awful that it “beats” still, phantom palpitations, despite being dead for eons)
“something about a guest demanding this and that but tipping very poorly…” he shrugs a shoulder, head tilting slightly. whereas the rabbit had always been very invested in the ongoings of humans, when it came to spirits, jin had considerably less interest. at least, if they weren’t sharp features, pretty lips, and a head full of black locks and hot air.
“and this and that.” he continues, fingers toying with soft petals before shifting, hand lifting to slip the stem behind her ear, lips pulling into a full grin.
“it looks pretty!”
spirits aren't entirely different to humans, save for the obvious surface improvements. it's only natural for spirits that find themselves meddling in human affairs to adopt certain traits and mannerisms. so the potential sentiment behind the bouquet doesn't exactly fly over her head.
maybe she's just reading too much into it. the last thing she wants is to get her hopes up.
that'd be such a human thing to do.
still, acknowledging it doesn't stop her from nearly taking a double take at his jest, catching herself just in time to maintain her unfazed demeanour. what an incredulous concept!
though, that's not to say she hasn't thought about it before. it's a simple process when you don't have a strictly corporeal form. she could go there, just like that. but that's where finicky emotions come into play and stop her from doing so.
a laugh slips out and she bumps her shoulder into his, lightly—by her standards. "yeah, maybe i should grace you with my presence up there one day." the grin on her face falters slightly at his sorry excuse of gossip. she clicks her tongue in disappointment, about to express this until his touch brings her to an abrupt stop.
he grins. the drumming in her chest grows. she blushes.
but rather than reacting normally like most people-slash-spirits, her brows furrow and her lips form into a petulant frown. "h-hey!" the gumiho splutters, completely caught off guard once again in the span of less than two minutes. ( she doesn’t make any move to remove the flower though. ) "d-don't do that!"
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introducing XIA YALUN, a 29 year old HISTORY PROFESSOR. HE is BISEXUAL and is located in GANGNAM, SEOUL.
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indeed, if he were asked for the reason he chose to listlessly remain under the service of yubaba, kinji might not have a concrete answer. the slight pause and the way his eyes flicker elsewhere every time before he gave a non-committal answer just served as oil to an already burning curiosity the other spirits had about him.
to be worked like a dog without expecting anything in return? to essentially throw away his name? he had earned the ire of some in that way. and for some—
“lin-kun…”
with narrowed eyes, there’s emphasis on the name of the young one who, no doubt, was trying to get a rise out of him. as always. his voice is stern like usual but countless years of the similar interaction had softened the look in his eyes as he regards the wily gumiho with some semblance of caution. “i trust you have better things to do than pry into the love life of the head warlock.”
—they found he garnered their interest. something about him being stoic and rigid making him attractive to troublemakers who find their fun in bothering him. for the most part, kinji doesn’t really get it but he supposes he’s okay with conversation with the occasional spirit. lin especially so.
“or mine, for that matter. pray tell, have you found someone dear to you in all the time you were here?”
as much as she’d like to never admit, kinji is right.
lin has plenty of things to do rather than waste her time prying into the love life of the head warlock and the kitsune himself, like come up with a new routine for another performance, steal some more snacks from the kitchens, perhaps even complete that little activity on her supposed agenda she postponed.
but where’s the fun in that?
her lips form a playful pout, slowly chewing as she looks up at him in false dejection. “c’mon, just indulge me in a little gossip.”
at his question, a certain rabbit spirit pops up in her thoughts. a rabbit-of-the-moon spirit to be specific. the memory of a bouquet of flowers, which were promptly destroyed in the wake of one of her fervid rants, being handed to her with a questionable smile ( "you look constipated, jin." ) plays back in her mind.
ha, there's no way!
still, her cheeks redden from the the question, which admittedly caught her off guard, and she sinks her teeth into her bun. should she choose to indulge the older spirit, it's not like he has any friends to share that piece of information with.
"how 'bout a deal? if you don't tell, then i won't tell. sound good?"
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they’re here, but he can’t quite remember how they got here. here is the stairs to a spaceship, tanks fully stocked, guns fully loaded—ready for take off. what baale remembers is getting the rest of the day off, thinking of what to do, stumbling across laiex and foretelling a trip to the stars.
it’s just that he never quite remembers everything. sure, there are memories and brief glances to the future, and sometimes even foretelling fortune. but he always feels limited by time and the way he can’t watch it closely enough.
and of course, predictions are not always facts, it’s just that they have a way of influencing fiction. so, he had walked up to laiex, said hello by way of “you’re tired from the day” or some other, and by the end of it, he had convinced both of them that setting out to hunt mallenia in nearby orbits was a good idea.
maybe it was the stars, maybe it was a kind of cosmic something. maybe baale just didn’t have many friends here, and he longed for something like it. a conversation, or something like it.
the door closes shut behind them, and baale looks up and around him. “your ship is…” his eyes flicker from here to there,” clean.”
if you were to tell him that he would be going mallenia hunting with an advent traitor, laiex probably laughed at your face, which says something given it is completely uncharacteristic of him to do so. yet here he is, in a spacecraft blessed with the company of baale, otherwise known as bail.
a fitting name if you ask the tec.
there had been word going around of a very small community of mallenia hiding in one of the more minor planets unscathed by the war he’s all too familiar with. initially, he had no plans of taking anyone on this trip with him should he have to split the profit. that is, until baale decided to disturb this piece, completely undeterred by laiex’s unamused refusal at such an idea. for the sake of not wasting any more time, he begrudgingly let the advent onto his ship. as bait.
baale. bail. bait.
and now, said advent is wandering his ship as if it’s some museum. it’s safe to say that he certainly isn’t laughing at this less-than-favourable situation.
he doesn’t spare baale a glance, instead watching them go by the stars, leaning back into his seat. he rolls his eyes. “great observation.”
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the day is more chilly than she prefers so she finds herself sitting on the railing of the bridge leading to the bathhouse, legs dangling off the edge as she takes in the sunlight. peak hours aren’t for another two hours, so she still has time to kill and mess around. upon hearing footsteps approach, she turns and spots a familiar face heading her way.
her lips quirk up into an amused smile.
it’s people ( or in this case, spirits ) like gae that make her job as a gumiho easier.
easily entertained, trusting, and most importantly, gullible. a trickster’s ideal target.
now, lin has no intentions on doing anything aside from teasing the firedog spirit. though, she often wondered what the bathhouse’s protocol is regarding her habits — but maybe, necessity to live would be a better term. but that isn’t on the plan today, nor would the lively spirit actually be a target. livers and hearts are off the menu. this is merely harmless banter she indulges in.
so she stands up on the wooden railing, balancing with ease as she walks towards him, steps light and quick. “gae, watch out! you’re gonna step on a soot sprite!”
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if she didn’t work at the bathhouse, she wouldn’t stay for longer than a day as a guest — there’s only so much one can do here.it’s not often that she comes across another spirit like herself on the grounds as an employee ( a term used loosely ). let alone one that used to be the defender of a shrine, now a defender of a bathhouse.
she snorts.
the fall from grace is pitiful, if you ask lin. not that she could relate, seeing as the most honourable thing she’s ever done was save a kid from falling into a river. hardly an act that could grant her the opportunity to guard a shrine or whatever. but there are still many years ahead of her immortal life. she has all the time in the world. arubaya is merely a chapter ( one that’s spanned for more than ten years now ) that should come to an end anytime soon now.
once she gets her hands on that damn contract of hers.
but that’s an adventure for another day.
today’s agenda consists of performing ( check! ), finding someone for dinner ( postponed! ), and talking to the kitsune guard called kinji ( in progress! ). but ‘talking’ might be a little too vague. ‘bothering’ might suit the situation — her leaning against a wall right beside him with a steamed bun in her hand, fully aware that he is on duty and yet continuing to talk to him anyway — even better.
“so... does the head warlock have any secret lovers?”
she takes a bite from her bun. there’s a playful glint in her eyes when she looks up at him, a teasing smile playing at her lips. “or do you have any?”
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friendship is an odd concept.
for one, you can’t take it (them, your friend in question) with you. you can’t stack dependance and comfort and years of turmoil on shaky foundations forged by two strangers who happened to like the same things and call it “friendship” (especially, if you have to part). and you certainly can’t eat it (them?).
then, say, what good was it? what is the equal value? what can it be traded for?
but, perhaps, and jin surmises knowing fully well his cynicism stems from many many lonely years alone, that’s the loneliness speaking. the immortality. the inevitable twist in his stomach knowing that he would eventually have to leave to return to the moon.
however, lin’s presence is always appreciated.
always here when he leaves. here when he returns.
a single constant jin is grateful for, perched beside her under the sun’s warmth, in a world with too many variables.
“uh huh…” jin hums, extending his hand to hand her another flower. he honestly would attempt a hug if he wasn’t show sure he’d end up like the multiples of mangled peonies beside her. “my day’s been okay, i just woke up not too long ago—uh—” his brain struggles for any sort comforting words. “you know the humans have something they call a HR department… maybe you should consider getting one…”
jin squints.
“or what was it—oh, yes. a union! you can try one of those.” he muses, fingers sliding over hers to curl them around the stem carefully. he had prepared a bouquet for this, knowing the furrow in her brows when he saw her that morning. “yeah, i’m certain you’re not the only one with grievances in this bathhouse, the frogs were speaking quite loudly outside my room yesterday…”
okay, maybe there is some understanding in those reasons. shared cynicism, both of them lonely for many years — though that, she would not admit. that goes against the whole brand of being a lone spirit. she should revel in the solitude, and she did, for a while.
but company is nice. jin’s company is nice.
his gesture doesn’t go unappreciated, though given that they’re surrounded by an infinite amount of flowers, she could’ve gone without the bouquet. ( tsk, don’t be so analytical. ) she lets him slide the stem of another peony into her hand, now slowly picking off the petals in a more absentminded manner as she listens to him.
“oh right, that.” despite crossing between the spirit and mortal realm often, she only caught glimpses of the humans’ customs. her business in the mortal realm had her far too occupied to truly learn much from the humans. the only thing she has a good grasp on is the human nature that made them so susceptible to her tricks. “han told me about that some time ago,” a few years ago. “head asshole’s got an iron grip on the place though. change is unlikely. tragic.”
she rolls her eyes.
then at the topic of potential gossip, lin raises a brow, leaning in closer, ever so curious. ever the busybody. sue her.
“you hear anything interesting?”
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good friends are hard to come by.
especially when you have high standards such as lin. she has more tails than people she consider to be good friends. somehow jin made the cut. a guest who she’s taken a liking to — for reasons beyond her understanding that she’ll gladly admit. honesty is the best policy after all, unless pranks ( harmless or not ) are involved. in that case, screw the policy.
she plucks a daisy out from the flowerbed beside her, picking the petals off one by one as she goes off about the woes of being an entertainer and how she deserves a raise. not just for working at the bathhouse for over a decade, but for having to deal with freaky guests.
the attendants are truly commendable.
she really has no clue how they deal with stink spirits and all.
“moral of the story,” she plucks the last petal with more force than the previous ones. “the system is corrupt and men, no matter what species but specifically the head asshole, are trash!”
the gumiho throws the mutilated flower onto the ground, before taking in a deep breath and looking at jin. “so, that was my day. how was yours?”
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> welcome to the spirited away verse, CHERRYCOKE !
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introducing LIN, a 138 year old GUMIHO. SHE works at the arubaya bathhouse as an ENTERTAINER !
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LIN is known for being PLAYFUL, QUICK-WITTED & AMUSING but also has a reputation for being CUNNING, DECEITFUL & SELF-SERVING !
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NEW CHARACTER !
> welcome to the space verse, CHERRYCOKE !
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introducing LAIEX, a 29 year old TEC. HE works at the thulniotune militia as a WEAPONS SPECIALIST !
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LAIEX is known for being DILIGENT, SKILLED & STRAIGHTFORWARD but also has a reputation for being VOLATILE, IMPATIENT & ABRASIVE !
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hello everyone ! i’m tasha and i’ll be playing serena motola ! the blog’s icon is her pfp for the game jhdkjdfhks and she’s here half for fun and half for catfishing people, or at least attempting to. her go-to fc is mister zhang yixing, because he’s a hottie. you can find out more about this eccentric art student over HERE and her character page is over HERE, which i’ll be updating as soon as i get dem character blurbs up ! if you’d like to plot, please hmu and i have twitter/discord if you prefer plotting on either of those 💖
