Confidants.

[jeolchinhan]

-ˏˋ⋆  ↳  ❝  𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙍𝙊𝘿𝙐𝘾𝙄𝙉𝙂  :  「  JEOLCHINHAN  」  !  ❞  ───  a  highly  selective,  independent,  roleplay  blog  for  ORIGINAL  CHARACTERS  (THE  WITCH,  OH  HA-EUN,  KIM  MINSUK,  BOK  JI-SU,  &  MORE)  .  ┈┈┈  this  blog  will  feature  mature  themes  ─  viewer  discretion  advised.  none  of  it  will  be  romanticized  nor  should  it  be.  uses  the  beta  editor  only.  minors  dni.  sideblog  of  geomul.

a  study  in:  many  things

・┆representing  manager:  pandora,  25+,  read  rules.

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  001.   MY MUSES' OPINIONS. My muses are all of different moralities and backgrounds, meaning that they have opinions that I may not share! Just because my muse is mean to yours, doesn't mean I dislike your muse; just because they said that dogs aren't great, doesn't mean I hate dogs, etc.

  002.   NO OOC DRAMA HERE. I am 25+ and I really don't have time for it. If you don't like someone, cool! I understand you have differing opinions than them or you got into a fight, but please remember to not spread this hate on to others if it's not something related to REAL WORLD HATERADE (ie racism, transphobia, LGBTQ+phobia, etc)! ﾒ Please, use the blacklist options around the internet and block them! ﾒ I'm not turning a blind eye to anything seriously important; however, I am NOT going to turn around and hate someone because of beef between two or three people.

  003.   I HAVE ADD! My memories are something fickle AF, so please try to be understanding if I forget something on my blog! I try my best to tag accordingly but triggers can be vast and plentiful! DM me if you require to remind me about tagging something for you and I will do it at my earliest availability! Pinky swear! ﾒ My triggers are related to sexual assault so please tag accordingly (images, mentions, details, real life and fictional depictions)! I will not write out any scenes of: r*pe, sexual assault, noncon, dubcon, incest, or child abuse on this blog! I cannot even fathom doing it. ﾒ PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE -- tag usfw images. While I understand and support everyone who likes to partake in those topics, even though I don't write them myself, I just cannot stand seeing images of it on my dashboard. If you don't tag it, then I likely won't follow you back.

  004.   OCs & DUPLICATES. (as long as your OC follows the guidelines of: about, rules, and mun information then ocs are welcome here!!!) and I am dupe friendly and will interact with multiple versions of canonical muses!

  005.   PLOTTING IS VERY IMPORTANT, so I may do plotting before I do anything startery! I want our muses to get some meshing done and to know what verses you will be feeling out! If you don't want your muse in universe, then that's okay; we gotta figure out where to fit the puzzle pieces though! ﾒ AND on that note as well: please specify muses when sending memes, liking starter calls, or asking for anything from this blog unless it is clearly muse specific! I will not write you a starter unless I have a MUSE NAME (please do not put: whoever you're feeling) and I ask that you also specify as a multimuse blog too!

  006.   BREAKING CONTACT. If you softblock me, please block me! I don't want to embarrassingly or annoyingly refollow you on accident if you don't wish to interact any longer! For both our sake's, it would be best to completely ensure ties are cut. I promise that I won't do it on purpose, but I can be...a little forgetful and sometimes I panic because tumblr is glitchy/I think I unfollowed on accident while sending an ask!

  007.   SHIPPING is great, but I love chemistry! I'd prefer that we have threads going to see how these muses interact or some substantial plotting happening before we decide if they're shippable! Even if we think it could work, we might also figure out that they're amazing as friends! ﾒ Your muse can: gain a crush on mine, but that doesn't mean that there will be feelings back! Unrequited crushes are part of life and sometimes that's a great plot to explore!

  008.   AI. This blog doesn't support nor use AI in any capacity! If you see me using anything that is AI (images or video), please tell me as well (I am sometimes ignorant if someone is using AI in like a video I might screencap or what have you)! As soon as I'm informed of it, I'll immediately rectify it because AI steals jobs, art, and motivation from those who work their behinds off in their career AND is a harmful practice!

  009.   HEADCANON STUFF. If you have a headcanon that takes away from something I have listed on my muse's pages, then please note that I will not be acknowledging it in my portrayal! I am very much about freedom to express one's self, but I want to be able to have my muse have his own abilities without it being controlled! I will respect your portrayal and I hope you will respect mine as well!

  010.   REASONS I MAY NOT FOLLOW BACK:

ﾒ Oops I didn't notice you yet! I'll definitely do it next time I check followers!

ﾒ No about (even bullets/headcanons are acceptable, mun information, and rules on your blog! Canon or OC; it doesn't matter, for I must know your muse -- and also the writer of said muse.

ﾒ You're a personal blog and/or a personal blog with no sideblog listed for me to follow!

ﾒ You roleplay as people who are real... Please don't do this and please don't follow me if you do. It makes me super uncomfortable

ﾒ One of your rules conflicts with mine (comfort is necessary)!

ﾒ You have icons that stretch from here to the North Pole!

ﾒ You don't cut your posts! Ask me or your partner to cut them if you cannot, but I cannot follow back a blog whose roleplays have 15+ reblogs that are all still there!

ﾒ It's become VERY CLEAR that you fetishize m/m ships and only care about following my blog for that potentially happening.

ﾒ I see you putting down female muses and making them and femme nb seem less important than male muses / I see you hating on female muses constantly.

ﾒ YOU TREAT ARO/ACE, ACE, AND ARO CHARACTERS LIKE THEY'RE LESS BECAUSE YOU CAN'T SHIP WITH THEM!

ﾒ YOU'RE A MINOR!

[jeolchinhan]

You ever look at your own muse and see his progression from point A to point B and go: wow...you really did get a messy life...

[jeolchinhan]

If I make Eunsung a blog, he will have lore based on the moon...he is the moon but with no memory of it. Personified moon boi.

[jeonjeha]

-Did you do it? Hey, Jeon Jeha!-Anyway, our dad has a lot of money. My mom remarried him for that too.-That's not the issue right now!-That is the issue. My dad doesn't like me, no matter what I do. BEGINS ≠ YOUTH | Episode 3

[kumihod]

𝐇𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐋𝐘  𝐀  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃  𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄  𝐎𝐅  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐒  𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃  𝐓𝐎  𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐄  𝐀-𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆.   Though  they  preferred  words  such  as    diligent   to  describe  them.   The  job  they  wasn't  wasn't  an  easy  one  ,  and  they  hated  the  idea  of  failure  being  a  mark  their  name  carried.   Not  here  ,  too  many  mistakes  in  this  place  could  prove  to  be  lethal.   So  they  preferred  to  make  sure    everything    went  according  to  plan.   Or  rather…To  Hajoon's  plans.   Nothing  really  went  on  in  this  house  that  wasn't  in  one  way  shape  or  form  planned  by  the  master  of  the  house.

Today  however  ,  was  a  more  relaxed  day.   The  weather  was  warming  up  nicely  ,  which  usually  prompted  the  vampire  who  ruled  over  them  to  relax  some.   Even  A-Yeong  ,  who  defended  the  vampire  over  all  else  ,  could  find  the  room  to    breath  easily    with  the  more  relaxed  day.   But  that  didn't  mean  they  weren't  going  to  make  their  rounds  regardless.   While  the  other  dolls  had  their  chores  ,  A-Yeong  was  more  of  a  supervisory  role.   They  had  their  own  task  list  of  course.   They  couldn't  stand  a  day  with  nothing  to  keep  them  busy  ,  but  they  did  make  sure  to  a  lot  time  to  make  sure  the  other  dolls  were  doing  what  they  should  be.

Which  had  brought  them  in  their  current  search  for  Eunsung.   They  hadn't  seen  him  around  the  house  ,  and  while  he  wasn't  behind  on  anything  ,  part  of  the  head  doll  felt  a  pull  to  keep  a  closer  eye  on  the  other.   Maybe  it  was  the    confused    state  he  had  been  in  when  he  stumbled  to  the  front  door  of  the  manor.   How  he  had  been  able  to  get  there  in  the  state  he  had  been  in  was  still  a  mystery  to  A-Yeong.   They  were  quick  in  their  indoor  search  ,  hands  resting  on  hips  as  they  pondered  where  he  might  be.   The  weather  was  nice…Which  really  meant  there  was  only  one  place  he  could  be.   It  was  a  short  pause  in  the  garden  when  it  was    empty    before  trained  ears  heard  a  sound  on  the  roof.   Leading  them  directly  to  the  person  they  were  looking  for.

Feet  carried  them  carefully  to  where  Eunsung  sat  ,  hand  out  to  brace  against  the  roof  for  safety  ,  before  sitting  down  next  to  the  other  doll.   A  sigh  followed  ,  mind  already  trying  to  find  an  excuse  for  why  a  trip  might  not  be  possible.   That  was  one  of  the  reasons  Hajoon  didn't    care  much    for  them  coming  up  here.   Eventually  ,  it  led  to  the  dolls  wondering  about  the  outside  world.   The  let  out  an  easy  breath.   ❝  Mm  ,  a  bakery  sounds  nice.   I'd  love  a  freshly  baked  loaf  of  bread  in  my  hands.  ❞   Eyes  closed  for  a  moment  ,  before  their  smile  fell  somewhat.   ❝  As  far  as  making  a  trip…I  don't  know  when  Lord  Hajoon  will  see  it  a  needed  trip.  ❞   Small  trivial  things  like  that  were  always  hard  to  manage.   Still  ,  when  they  looked  to  Eunsung  they  offered  that  warm  smile  to  return.   ❝  I'll  ask  him  though..With  things  warming  up  a  small  outing  might  help  boost  moral  around  here.  ❞

[jeolchinhan]

( CHOI EUNSUNG )  ⸻  CRIMSON FISTS  : SMILE DOES FADE ONLY SLIGHTLY when the mention of Hajoon not wishing for that sort of trip. Why does he not? To go to a bakery sounded nice; it sounded like something that could benefit them all. In many ways, he wondered if the master of the house punished himself from the various means of having a nice time out by keeping their outings to very small instances business -- or what he perceives as such. There's so much in the world they could enjoy together, isn't there? Bakeries, parks, flower gardens, and...butterfly gardens! He'd heard of those recently when he used the internet. He wasn't known for getting online, spending his time daydreaming or losing himself in trying to make sure he looked his best, but those few times he did manage to sit down and open up another doll's laptop, he found a site all about it.

      ❝ When spring arrives, I can have my shorts out, too. ❞ It's a little childish to mention, but it does bring back his jovial demeanor. Shorts were commonplace with him inside, but if he were doing this excursion, he'd have to wear pants and a large coat -- as he is now. Seated outside a cafe with shorts on in the sunlight? Oh, it makes his heart feel like it could fly away. ❝ I'd hold on to that memory forever ; I can see it now: a nice seat, everyone talking, and cups of steaming warm liquid... ❞ What would he order? What does A-yeong order? A-yeong must have an order from a bakery...

      ❝ If we went right now, what would you order? ❞ Head would tilt, strands of soft curled strands sifting down his cheeks. He doesn't let them answer first, wanting to make sure it didn't seem like he was simply going to take from their answer for his own ; many times the other dolls detested when he did that. Eunsung was known for just copying, hoping that the choice would benefit him in the long run... Most of the time, he'd see them roll their eyes, others were met with callouts, but what things did he like anymore? In his room, he liked so much, but did he like other things in his past? What flavors? What smells? He knows the flowers he likes, but...is he boring? ❝ I think I'd want a hot chocolate and a...vanilla cake. ❞

[jeolchinhan]

I'm really trying to stay motivated to get back on my blogs, but I am so...struggling with it.

[jeolchinhan]

One thing about Eunsung's verses that aren't linked to the group verse is that he is just a person trapped in a cycle he cannot break from. He has people who care about him, but they all do still think he's dead and gone, so they don't look for him; they can't find him, and those who are taking care of him are either genuinely good people or those who wish to exploit someone who is so lost and full of mental static that he can be molded into something easy to manipulate. So long as he's not fearful that he's going to die, he'll stay exactly where he's told, do exactly as he's told, and he won't even mind it since he feels content. A caged rabbit does not envy the ones of the forest if it believes it is happiest where it stays.

[jeolchinhan]

( CHOI EUNSUNG )  ⸻  CRIMSON FISTS  :  THE ROOFTOPS AREN'T HIS NORMAL skipping grounds by any means. They were risky even on the most tranquil of days, but, today, he felt so enamored by the concept of seeing the gardens from the roof. He'd heard Bonghwang speaking of it fondly from afar, the dish in the newer doll's hands gently scrubbed clean as he imagined the perfect view.

      Fingertips rested against the uneven surface of tiles, pads tracing over the formations like calligraphy, though the words had long been lost to his mind as they formed. The view was exactly as the older doll mentioned: breathtaking, something worth not missing, and...one could even see the streets from up here clearly -- and hear the way the world still turned. He enjoyed it like one would enjoy a novelty.

      When footstep caught his attention, he made no move to adjust himself out of fear, thinking he did nothing wrong -- as why would another doll lead him astray? So, with slowness and patience, his head does turn to face one approaching, gentle smile forming upon his rosy cheeks. ❝ Did you come to see the flowers? ❞ Had he forgotten a chore? Maybe he'd forgotten today was something of importance to them? Did Master Hajoon speak that they had to leave the manor and A-yeong was to find them all?

      He turns back to the scenery, soft gaze lingering upon the sidewalk across the street. ❝ I heard a woman across the street mention a BAKERY nearby; her groceries smelled so delicious... Do you think we could go one day? ❞

starter w/ @pihain !

[jeolchinhan]

placing down a starter call for one eunsung.

[raibeol]

The apartment is quiet, as winter evenings often are, the city outside softened by cold and distance. Min-kyu moves through the kitchen with practiced ease; the broth for tteokguk is still warm on the stove as dusk settles. He slices the rice cakes evenly, careful and unhurried, letting the repetition steady him.

Min-woo ( @jeolchinhan ) wheels in as the last light fades from the window. Min-kyu sets the bowl in front of him, adjusting its position without thinking, muscle memory guiding the movement. Steam rises between them, carrying a familiar comfort. Min-woo tastes the soup, then gives a small, satisfied nod. They eat together at the low table while muted television voices drift through a New Years program neither of them is really watching. Outside, the city glows instead of sparkles, windows lit like scattered stars. When the bowls are cleared and tea is poured, Min-kyu reaches into his pocket and slides a small envelope across the table.

Min-woo blinks, then promptly nudges it back with two fingers, unimpressed. Min-kyu exhales a quiet laugh and pushes it toward him again. This time, Min-woo accepts it, tapping the envelope twice against the table in thanks before tucking it away with care. Later, they sit side by side near the window, tea cooling in their hands. Min-kyu leans back against the wall, listening to the steady hum of the building. Min-woo rests comfortably nearby, close but at ease.

No words are exchanged. No ceremony is left undone. Just the evening settling in, another year acknowledged, and the simple certainty that they are exactly where they are meant to be.

[ohisms]

✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ MORBID CURIOSITY ... [ REMASTERED ] ( a collection of various original dialogue prompts centered around asking questions. adjust phrasing / gendered terms as necessary. )

give that to me! where did you find this?!

do you drink coffee or tea?

sorry– am i crazy, or have we met before?

do you trust me enough to close your eyes?

when were you planning on telling me?

at the risk of being a cliché, do you want to get out of here?

can i convince you to stay the night?

do i look like someone who knows what that means?

would you consider giving me a second chance?

do you really think that's helpful right now?

would you mind showing me around?

do you ever plan on forgiving yourself?

are you thinking what i'm thinking?

can we ... go out and do something crazy?

why are we whispering?

who exactly are you, anyways?

can't we just be civil for a minute?

does the past ever keep you up at night?

if you have nothing to hide, what's the problem?

how long has it been since i saw you last, [ name ]?

did the power just go out?

are we still doing the thing where we pretend not to care?

how should we celebrate?

can we just ... start over?

why is this so important to you?

how was i supposed to know that?!

do you want me to stay? it doesn't have to mean anything.

where are you? nobody's heard from you.

can you help me zip this up?

why do these things always happen to me?

you don't secretly hate me, right?

can i get you something to eat? –or drink?

ready to see what i've been working on?

where have you been disappearing off to?

what's that perfume you're wearing?

you're laughing?! do you really think this is funny?

are you planning to stay for dinner?

did you think it was going to be easy?

you see where you went wrong, don't you?

when did we become so cold and distant?

who are you working for?

did you really do all of this for me?

can i open my eyes yet?

haven't you heard the stories?

[ name ], what are you doing here?

what's it gonna take for you to trust me?

do you believe people can change?

how about we catch the ten o'clock showing?

don't you remember what happened last time?

why is it so unbelievable that i'd want to help you?

you're [ name ], aren't you?

who did this to you?!

how did you know i'd be here?

what's that supposed to mean?

do you think i'm irredeemable?

what kind of mess have you gotten us into?!

do you see anything you like?

what do i owe you for the food?

why won't this stupid thing work?!

does tonight really have to end?

holy shit. can you believe we really pulled that off?!

i can tell you're upset, [ name ]. what happened?

how long have you been standing there?

do you ever wish you could just ... run away?

haven't we been here before?

wait, shush ... did you hear that?

did i miss today's newsletter or something?

can we put our differences aside for a second?

what are you getting out of this, exactly?

you'd tell me if something was wrong, right?

are you willing to bet on it?

would you kill for me?

what made you think that was okay?!

do you believe people can change?

what's the worst thing you've ever done?

you were going to leave without saying goodbye?

[ name ], can you sit up for me?

can i kiss you?

where are your keys? you're not driving like this.

how's life been treating you?

where have you been?!

aren't we supposed to be alone tonight?

aw, has someone had a little too much to drink?

where are you going with this?

are we really doing this right now?

have you eaten today?

can i crash here for the night?

how did you learn to lie so well?

can i at least buy you a drink?

where should i meet you?

is that  ...  blood?!

are you trying to make me jealous right now?

what’s your problem? you're acting weird.

[ name ], you're ... real, right?

where’s your sense of adventure?

do you like horror movies?

what are you trying to prove?

can you give me a ride?

do you have any idea what you've done?

shouldn't you answer that?

why should i be the one to calm down?

have you been up all night?

why are you lying to me?

is that my [ jacket / hoodie / shirt ]?

what are you so afraid of?

do you want to grow old with me?

you’re gonna walk away from this?

are you nervous? your hands are shaking.

where am i supposed to go?

how many fingers am i holding up?

you want me to just walk away from this?

[ name ], slow down– what's wrong?!

are you embarrassed of me?

what's that smell? something's burning.

how can i make it up to you?

why can't you stay out of it?

is this some kind of trick?

come on, what do you have to lose?

do you ever still think of me?

idiot. why didn't you tell me?!

can we stop and think about this rationally?

how long has it been since you’ve slept?

what's your ideal first date?

are you ready to tell me the truth?

i almost died, and you're laughing?

what do you mean, "sort of"?

can we just stay like this forever?

when can i see you again?

can we put this behind us?

oh ... you thought of me first?

where did you learn to do that?

oh my god,  are you bleeding?!

where are you?  nobody’s heard from you.

[ name ], are you drunk?

how can i make this go away?

someone's jumpy today. are you feeling okay?

are we safe here?

what can i do to convince you?

what could possibly go wrong?

you have no idea who i am, do you?

how do you really feel about me?

why can't you look me in the eyes?

did you know you talk in your sleep?

were you following me?

can we just pretend this never happened?

are you just barely getting home?

are you even listening to me right now?!

where does it hurt?  can you show me?

are you trying to get yourself killed?!

how about we just forget the world exists?

how long have you been keeping this from me?

were you ever going to tell me?

what do you make of this?

[ name ],  what the hell?!

can we just be honest with each other, here?

are you trying to keep me a secret?

why does your story keep changing?

how long have you known?

it can't be that bad, right?

are you happy? i mean, really happy?

isn't this place amazing?

did i interrupt something?

how am i supposed to trust you?

are they still following us?

are you fucking serious?

do you remember our first kiss?

can we take a break for a minute?

how about we disappear for awhile?

you're going to walk away from this?

can you please just cut the crap?!

why didn't you tell me you were hurt?

how can i make this go away?

can you just look at me, please?

is there anything i can do to change your mind?

do you ever stop talking?

that depends. are you done lying to me?

are you sure this is legal?

how do you take your coffee?

can you keep your voice down?

why does your phone keep buzzing?

[jeolchinhan]

placing down a starter call for one eunsung.

[jeolchinhan]

He really is my favorite ... A ball of sunshine, a guy in a situation he doesn't understand is messed up, but I think a thread where he talks to someone through the Crimson Fist manor gate bars would be cute. They either can see each other or he's just chatting away happily with a voice on the other side about gardenias and how much he loves them.

[jeolchinhan]

So lonely in your bed Does breakin' me make you feel good? Guess you don't understand What goes around, comes around

[angelic-alluring]

stairways to heaven

[jeolchinhan]

( CHOI EUNSUNG )  ⸻  CRIMSON FISTS  :  THE WET SLAPPING OF SOCKS against pavement became the melody of the night, the soliloquy the prominent sound against the softness of wind and snow. A long winding stretch of road had become the anthem to a story that had, not so long ago, been on the rise but now fallen to the wayside. What had been promising of children, marriage, and a conversation of fleeing from the life they held in their hands to some far greater reaches of the world now laid at the bottom of a ditch, covered in gore and bits of scout, branches to cover disturbed by the removal of said individual the only reason to believe it never even existed.

      Along the way, converse shoes had fallen from feet, left on the road with the little drawings of stars, rainbows, and a random assortment of animals. He hardly seemed to notice. Not even when his socks became sopping wet, not even when those began to freeze against flesh, not even when the pain of frostbite began to seep into him. The damage was done. The slight limp he maintained would soon follow him to his grave, he supposed, but his mind couldn't comprehend what a grave might be -- or why it was where he'd be headed toward...

      Hell, he couldn't even recall why he was outside right now.

      The snowflakes were so beautiful and the lights on the street were heavenly to even the bemused whose unfocused vision remained fixated upon them as he staggered down the emptied street. What didn't count as beauty laid upon his scalp, the bloodied visage that caused people to turn away in fear, the select few that were outside, whispering of him being a ghost, a specter, something haunting. His walking had long given them that indication, unnatural and wobbling, revealing him as something dangerous rather than someone who required assistance.

      Not one word fell from lips. No ask for help, no request for warmth, nothing that would indicate him as human to the fearful. So the lost continued, his uneven steps tracking the dripping blood that fell from his jagged scalp the only sign of life. Paling visage, weakening steps, unfocused eyes, and damaged mind...he wouldn't be long for the world at this rate.

      This thought alone was enough for him to turn from the street and down the pathway to manor, not because it stood out to him but rather that he thought he might fall against it and find some peace -- peace like a home... Home ... Home ... Knees buckled beneath him as he landed against the wooden frame of antique wood, smearing his blood down its surface, his noggin pressed back against it to rest. He wished to pull his knees to chest, but even that had limited strength. Instead, they straightened out and his feet simply fell to the sides, no longer able to hold upright.

      Sorrowful smile pulled at lips, finger pads pressing to the door surface. Tap tap tap. It's a weak attempt to knock but without the ability to bend his digits to curl a fist, he couldn't make it louder than that. Tap tap tap. Would anyone hear him? Tap tap...tap... Was anyone home? Tap...tap...tap...

      The creaking of wood as entrance opened would cause him to fall backward into the frame, catching himself with the slowness of a tortoise on land. Eyelids, barely opened, would glance up toward an unfamiliar face, his smile that had held no thought behind it only grew. ❝ Is this my home...? ❞

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PROMPTS FROM MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE - ROGUE NATION *  assorted dialogue from the 2015 film, adjust as necessary

how can you justify this deception?

let me guess, presumed dead?

tonight, i just made it official.

i can neither confirm nor deny details of any operation.

there is no secret he cannot extract, no security he cannot breach, no person he cannot become.

you have your seatbelt on?

you're asking me that now?

desperate times, desperate measures.

are you okay to drive?

a minute ago you were dead!

what are you talking about?

this is not gonna end well.

how did you get in the plane?

open the door!

that's the wrong door!

i thought you said you could find them.

i said i could locate them. you have to find them.

don't blame me! you chose the car!

you just had to have it!

look at how slow you're going! speed it up!

come away with me. right now.

i can't protect you. that's why i need you to leave.

that's not your decision to make.

i am a field agent! i know the risks!

i am your friend!

you called me because you needed my help! and you still do! so i am staying! and that is all we are gonna say about that!

pursue us, you'll be caught. resist us, you'll be killed.

we're about to close.

are you looking for anything in particular?

you're in luck.

we've never met before, right?

i have a job for you, [name], and for the sake of your friend you will do it.

i'm listening.

i accept.

you just have to hold your breath for two minutes.

the more you exert yourself, the faster you consume oxygen.

don't worry about him, all right?

kind of you to accept our invitation.

do you know who i am?

i'm very grateful.

you need to understand something. [name] is my friend.

you're free now. where will you go?

you'd better hurry now.

you know how to find me.

you sent me to do a job. i did it.

glad to know you're still with us.

precious few people know about your true identity.

i won't stop until i do.

things got a little out of hand.

please tell me you made a copy of that disk.

i have a way out. interested?

you have everything you need to find me.

what the fuck? she tried to shoot me!

face to face. just as you wished.

uh... i can't talk right now.

this isn't going very well.

you kill innocent people.

it really is you. i've heard stories. they can't all be true.

they don't care if you live or die.

the show's about to start.

nice tux, by the way.

he knows about morocco.

did he say anything?

i can't open it.

what do you mean you can't open it?

i'm so proud of us.