thirty-two ribs and darkness

Kevin // Mothman-Arachna // Enrolled at Insolitus Academy // mun is 18+ // RP purposes only // tw: spiders/insects

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Been Here Before - OPEN

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baekxhyun-ia:

Baekhyun had to admit, he was watching the sick stranger struggle to get around with their blanket wrapped around them and their burn to tend to. Maybe he felt a little guilty that the other got a burn thanks to him, that wasn’t his intention. Can’t change what’s already been done though. Sighing he starts to eat his food again, his gaze flickering up every once in a while. 

It had seemed that he looked away too long, because when he looked back up again the other was no longer there. Maybe he went back to his dorm. Ears swiveling slightly as he hears someone walk up to his side. Snorting as it was the sicky who refused his help. Maybe they had come to take him up on his offer after all.

Wrong. 

Ears pressed back against his head he pouted softly as the other calls him an ass. “Well yes I am, at least I can admit it. At least I’m a caring ass that wanted to make sure your ass didn’t spread germs and felt a little better.” He said taking a dramatic last bite of his lunch. 

Affront played across his expression once again in a wrinkle of his sniffing nose and a half-grimace. “Most people don’t just butt into other peoples’ space,” he pointed out. “It’s rude.” Or it was rude for him. He was under the impression that there was an unspoken rule that the touch barrier wasn’t broken unless a new unspoken rule was made—but unspoken rules were mutual, not one-sided. Pressing his lips to the rim of the cup, he wrapped his hands around it to eke out its warmth.

“And,” he started again, “I’m not going to get anyone sick unless they’re—” he gestured lamely in search of words. “—infantile.” He sunk back down to hunch over his tea, letting the steam curl invisibly over his face. He just called himself infantile. This guy was probably going to misinterpret it.

He took a tentative sip of his tea, trying not to be bothered.

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A Forgotten Arrival || K+ J

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jxnhyxng-ia:

Kevin was quite the complex character. If his anxiously stressed out attitude wasn’t enough already, the clipped words he chose had Junhyung wondering just what kind of life had the other experienced to be so awkward with social interaction. Of course, meeting a new dorm roommate in such a way was never exciting for the majority, he wouldn’t be around that much to be a bother though. Maybe the male would like it more that way. “Well family or not, you are here and friends can be easily made? I know I probably sound old and probably saying everything, but what you want to hear. Don’t push people out. It’s not good for you or others who might need the support. Besides having someone around can be soothing to the soul. Also in case you were wondering, I sound old, because I am. So my advice is very seasoned okay?” The elf didn’t like feeling like he was forcing someone into listening to him, especially someone he hardly knew.

However, he felt responsible as the Terra Dormitory Head to help those under his care and it was his own roommate no doubt. The elf really wasn’t around, but he had a feeling he might have to make extra stops to make sure Kevin was still alive and breathing. Junhyung ended up staring at the male with wide eyes, hands at his side and open as if he were showing he meant no harm. He didn’t really understand why the other seemed so panicked and fidgety. It had been quite a long time since he had dealt with someone so flighty. “I’ll get you a handbook then, I have extras in my desk. Really it’s not about owing you anything, but legit this is my job, so I’m not going out of my way to be nice. Just doing what I would for any new person.” It seemed like being too easy going was going to send the other into a panic attack, so maybe he shouldn’t be so helpful? Such a confusing person.

“Ahh don’t worry about it, I have tons of replacements. Besides things break and get replaced all the time.” It was only material culture after all, and not that important anyways. Special items were generally kept out of the way. “Ah a job. Well they post jobs listings on the schools webpage as well as on bulletin boards in the hallways of the classrooms. Those tend to be subject related, so maybe you can find an afterschool job under a professor?” Some liked to have students help out, especially with the animals that needed to be cared for on campus.

Kevin decided to ignore him. In a sense. Mostly, the idea of talking about friendships—of all the things to talk about—exhausted him conceptually. He could be as seasoned as cured pork and Kevin still wouldn’t believe him. Fuck family, but friends were just bullshit. ‘Others who might need the support’ could help themselves, and he couldn’t see his own conception of ‘friends’ being any better for him that he was now. “I’m good,” he said eventually, because that was a way to end a conversation, right? God, he hoped so.

There was something so earnest about this man, and it was throwing him off. As soon as he was told that Junhyung would get him a student handbook, he immediately regretted asking for it in the first place. Saying ‘never mind’ was treading into humiliating territory, though, so he managed. He also managed to get the water in his chosen cup, which deserved a small amount of smug victory on his part. It seemed like right really was cold, too, so two small victories. He pressed his lips to the rim and quirked his mouth at the mention of having cups to spare.

What a novelty, honestly. Zach had maybe a few bowls and a mug that disappeared frequently. That mug was goddamn impossible to find. He should have taken it with him.

Kevin frowned slightly, drumming his fingers on the side of the glass as he made his way closer and back to the bed where he sat cross-legged. “Can I work... not with a professor? Like the groundskeeper? What do you do?” It felt like an unexpected word-vomit, but he couldn’t take back the questions. He took a deep swallow of the water and managed to not make it spill. Aka he managed to be competent for once in his life. Small victories.

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Bake Me Away

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ravan-ia:

“Raw eggs…” the elf echoed as he worked. He knew that some creatures ate eggs raw, but he himself couldn’t see the appeal. “Okay so, don’t eat raw eggs.”

A soft laugh escaped Ren as a puff of flour erupted from the other’s bowl. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. But you’ve, um, got something on your face now.” Actually, the other boy now had a very thin coating of flour on the lower half of his face thanks to the cloud that had sprung up like a mushroom around them. Thankfully it hadn’t gotten everywhere, just enough to keep Ren laughing and in high spirits.

“Yeah,” he echoed the sentiment distantly as he tried to focus. “No eggs.” He paused, catching his own blunder belatedly. “Raw eggs. No raw eggs.” Flushing an ugly sort of red, he refocused.

The tightness of panicked breath was let out slowly, his eyes diverted by Ren’s delight. “What—” he said, voice flat with some measure of shock and befuddlement. He brought the back of his wrist to his chin and saw a pale swipe of white against his skin. “Unbelievable.” He was exasperated, now, pulling at the neck of his shirt to wipe away the flour—though that wasn’t much better. He gave up and went back to the ingredients, frustration deep in the puce-ish flush of his skin, dumping the cup of flour in the bowl. “I’m not as fast as you,” he murmured and tried to proceed as if nothing had happened at all, though his hands were shaking so badly now from the residue of panic that it was even more difficult pulling ‘normal’ off. “I’m fucking terrible at this,” he said bitterly, pulling the bowl closer to himself. “Go sit down. I’m gonna get this right if it takes a fortnight.”

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You Can’t Be Serious

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jiwon-ia:

“Well it’s a sickening feeling of being full, wanting to puke, but also not being able to roll out of bed to actually do that.” Explaining about eating past capacity wasn’t in Bobby’s favor, especially when he was still reeling from the side effects of the potion that had been spilled. A towel was held out in front of him and with a shaky hand he took it, wiping off some of the potion that had splattered across his face and neck. “Thanks, highly appreciated.” Reaching back with difficulty, he began the slow process of trying to remove the goo from his feathers, having to spend a large amount of time picking at it. “One of the downsides of having wings is having to take care of them. I swear to god I have had to clean too many things out of them for one person.” How many times had he fallen in mud alone? Way too many times to recall and this wasn’t even the first potion that had been spilled on them. “How are you feeling?”

Kevin hadn’t really asked for it to be explained to him. The latter two examples were ones he could relate to, he supposed. Pulling the corners of his mouth out in a look of distaste, he handed off the towel and leaned on the counter—the expression deepened significantly as the other began to babble about his wings. Averting his eyes, he swallowed back the violent roll from his stomach that reached in a vice around his throat. 

His eyes flicked back briefly when the other asked how he was feeling. “Fine,” he snapped. “Wish—” Kevin choked on his words, eyebrows furrowing, “—I... that—you should be glad,” he spit out, flinging out a hand to indicate the other’s dripping wings, then gasping as the violent gesture toppled a bottle near the backsplash. Luckily it was empty; or so he could tell when he tried to focus on the counter well enough to make the distinction. Frazzled now, as he righted the bottle, he tried to regather his composure. “That you have wings. At all.” His nose wrinkled, halfway between a sneer and his own panicked confusion.

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You Can’t Be Serious

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jiwon-ia:

Dizziness Draught. It made perfect sense. Bobby felt like he was spinning on an axis and gravity was hurling down on him. He could imagine this was what it was like to fall into Earth’s gravitational pull, just minus the stomach drop feel and well the fear. He fingers were cold and sweaty against the floor he was trying to grasp on to, head lowered as close to the ground to try and give himself some balance. He was never one to be coordinated, but never had he felt this discombobulated in his life. And for once he wasn’t the one to cause it, but another student.  “I can’t believe this happened.” Well he could. The cupid was known to get into messes all the time, but usually he was the one to cause it. Taking small shallow breaths, he tried to focus on just passing the time. He knew eventually the potion would wear off, but he had no clue how long. Maybe he should have paid attention in class. Was thing was for sure, time had passed by and no one was around except the two of them and the only way he knew the male was in the room was by the sound of the chair against the wooden floors. Thinking it were possible to try and move, the male rolled on to his hands and knees slowly, feeling the world spin again and letting it pass. Slowly he made his way over to the sink where the other was cleaning himself up and leaned against the side, head resting against the coolness. “That was the worst thing I have ever felt. It even beats the feeling of overeating by a long shot.”

The dizziness subsided and he was eventually close to his usual lack of equilibrium, if he could could on the room being still as any indication. He paused as he moved to grab the towel he had used to wipe off the sludge. “I don’t know what that feels like,” he said, and thrust it under the water until it returned to its normal color. Wringing most of the water out, he held it in front of the other. “Here. You can mop some it off.” It probably would have been better to do it himself, seeing as it was kind of difficult to reach your own wings, but he distinctly recalled the feeling of someone else’s fingers sliding against his own when he had them... some sort of phantom memory. He couldn’t imagine the cupid would want his wings touched either, and truth was, he would rather distance himself from all reminders that he was missing his if at all possible.

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A Forgotten Arrival || K+ J

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jxnhyxng-ia:

“Well I thought I would let you know, I don’t assume you will mean to touch my clothes, but if you happen to accidentally somehow.” It wouldn’t be uncommon to leave a pair of pants on the floor or in the bathroom when you lived with someone else. Except Junhyung really didn’t stay here very much, so he hardly thought that would be a problem. “But, yes touching anything impure leaves second degree burns and heals slower than normal for me. Consider it almost a poison if you wish.” Most races had weaknesses, but not many had physical ones. It seemed him and Kevin could connect on certain aspects.

Tilting his head, he could only nod. “Well my parents are nice. I’m sorry if yours weren’t, but I hope you aren’t envious or treat others badly for that reason. You can’t choose your blood family, but the people you consider your “family” you can. Remember that.” Maybe the elf was being to wordy, but he was old and had lived through too many times when families thought beating each other was okay and selling their children for labor was a normality.

Kevin would be a handful. That was obvious from the way he carried himself and his tone. Years ago, the male might have brushed him off and not given him his help, but now he could handle more situations that called for more patience. “Look I know it can be stressful moving and stuff to a place that doesn’t seem so home-like.” It really didn’t. “But people are willing to help you out and eventually you’ll get used to it all. In the morning I’ll run you by the counselor for that tour or if you want one sooner, I can do it tonight. No sweat off my back.”

Kevin wouldn’t know whether his parents were nice, but they couldn’t have been very much so if they decided to let a mutant like him be born. He felt like a lab experiment gone wrong. The least they could have done was follow through and poke him with needles, right? Instead, they decided to have a half-blind freak of nature with an immune system that wasn’t worth jack and then left him to fend for himself. Whatever. He would live and he’d surpass whatever low bar they had set for him, easy. If they were going to let him live, he’d best do what he could with it. He smiled, though, wan. “I don’t have a family,” he said, and left it at that. He doubt he ever would have one.

It was stressful, yes. Kevin rubbed his nails against the pillowcase, intrigued by the sound. But. “It’s—” He hesitated. “You’re wrong.” It was brusque, but navigating words was his least developed talent. “I don’t know what a home is. This is fine.” There was a sort of odd desperation flitting through his voice that he didn’t like, and his fingers stalled against the pillow. He got up off the bed, unbalanced and exhausted. “I would like a student handbook. I can find my way around myself.” Tugging at the hem of his shirt, he inhaled. “But you don’t owe me anything. I can find my way without it.”

Moving to the kitchen, he rubbed at his eyes and reached for the cabinet he knew held the cups. “I’ll try not to break your things,” he said, figuring naturally they were all stuff Junhyung owned. Kevin purposefully reached for a plastic one and squinted at the faucet, navigating the cup under the end and fumbling with the handle. Cold was right. Hot was left. “I’ll get my own when I can find a job.” If he could find a job. 

[spaacemusings]

               I’m so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love a n y t h i n g.

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Bake Me Away

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ravan-ia:

“What’s salmonella?” Ren mumbled as he continued mixing ingredients, stirring and stirring and stirring. He left the dry ingredients to the other, focusing on blending his own wet ones together well.

“It should say on the measuring cup what size it is!” Ren smiled as he continued stirring, giving a glance down to the other cups to make sure that what he was saying was true. It was a bit hard to see perhaps but each plastic cup had a number or fraction embossed on the handle. Consumed as he was in his first time baking, Ren was completely oblivious to the other boy’s anxiety. “Are you almost done mixing the dry ingredients?”

“It’s disgusting is what it is,” he murmured. He’d had the luck (for once in his life) of never having it, but that didn’t change the fact that it sounded appalling. “You just get really sick if you eat raw eggs,” he explained, and left it at that.

His fingers cramped around the measuring cup and he inhaled slowly. Squinting, he looked at the small raised number, then glided his thumb over it. Okay. Okay. 1/3 cup. He reached for a a bigger one and slid his thumb over that number, too. 1 cup. He exhaled, reaching for the recipe again. He was just putting the first cup of flower into the bowl when Ren spoke again. Kevin startled, some of the flour tipping onto the counter with a small cloud of white. “No!,” he squawked. “I’m not! Just—just give me a second. Hold on.” He brought the recipe close to his eyes again, searching for the next ingredient, and tried to calm his breathing. This was a bad idea. This was a terrible idea. He would never bake again.

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Ancient Gold. {Hyo&Kevin}

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kimhyolyn-ia:

Waiting, it was never anything Hyolyn enjoyed doing unless it involved hunting, and she was certain that whoever it was she had been paired with wouldn’t really be up for wandering around and searching for treasure after having a pint of blood drained from them. It was a shame, really, she would have loved a bite to eat, but there wasn’t exactly much she could do about it now so it was best she get the thought out of her mind lest her stomach begin to rumble and body ache for the sweet taste of blood.

She had resigned herself to lying on the stone beneath her, legs propped up against the wall a few feet away from the temples entrance. She really did wish she had gone in ahead. But she had no need for treasure, so why leave all the fun for herself? She heard her partner before she saw him, heard the steps and the panting breath to which she couldn’t do anything but snort over. That was one thing she didn’t miss about being alive, her stamina was nowhere near as limited as it would have been. 

She didn’t even bother to really move from where she had placed herself, instead simply turning her head to set red eyes on the male in front of her. Funny, she hadn’t actually met this guy yet. “Yeah, the whole treasure hunt thing. Do you want to take a second to recover from having to climb all those stairs or are you good to go? I don’t exactly mind which it is as long as we’re out of here by the time the sun comes up.”

“I’m fine,” he said. He was exhausted, is probably what he should have said, but resting wouldn’t fix that. Her mention of the sun didn’t escape him, and it suddenly occurred to him that if the sun was down now, and it had been down for only a little bit, and she was probably either allergic to it or something worse meant that she had climbed this thing in about a third of the time it took him and still had to wait.

The impressiveness of that was drowned in a very loud, mental fuck this.

“Don’t know how long it will take, so we should start now,” is what he said instead. He took in her positioning as he wiped his palms on his jeans, wishing, not for the first time, that he wasn’t majorly inept in physical prowess. Maybe someday he’ll be the one waiting at the top of a Mayan temple with his feet propped up like a queen.

Probably not.

“Have you looked at the map yet? Where’s the entrance?”

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Been Here Before - OPEN

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baekxhyun-ia:

 Baekhyun’s eyes widened a bit as the other shouted, something he didn’t expect. Scoffing a bit he rolled his eyes at the other. “Aren’t you being a bit dramatic? I’m just trying to help.” He says folding his arms over his chest. “You’re acting like I grabbed your ass or something, I just checked if you had a fever.” He huffs a little annoyed at the other. 

“I’m Baekhyun, fellow student, concerned student since you’re willing to expose everyone in the cafeteria to your germs.” he says with a soft yawn. “Wow, someone should wash your mouth out with soap.” He says unimpressed with the sickly being. “Sick and an ass, interesting.” he says tilting his head to the side slightly. “Fine don’t take my help you can wallow in your misery and used tissues then instead of relaxing and starting to feel better.” Shrugging his shoulders he starts to walk away from the other. “If you change your mind I’ll be going back to my lunch. Oh and I’d run your hand under cold water.” He says before sitting back at his seat. He was slightly miffed. Weren’t you supposed to treat others how you wanted to be treated? Sure as hell if he was sick he’d want someone to take care of him and baby him. 

For a moment, he was stunned, injustice heating up in a prickle up his spine that sent his shoulders to his ears. Only someone with an extremely low tolerance for germs could get sick from him, probably. And rarely had anyone called him an ass without warrant on their side. It wasn’t a mental adjustment he liked making. With an attempt at a sniff, he removed his hand from his mouth, blearily watching the other retreat. He could barely tell what the other looked like through the film of fever.

His hand throbbed sharply and he tugged the comforter more snugly around himself before navigating himself to the sink. He knew what to do with a burn goddamnit. He didn’t need someone to tell him what to do.

The irritation was dull, though, and slipping through his fingers with the soothing rattle of the faucet and cool water. I don’t need anyone to take care of me. The thought was sluggish.

Some seven or so minutes later, he’d managed to get his tea bag in the damn cup and sit down with a pathetic, clogged inhale and tired blink. Right next to the previous intruder. Well, now he was intruding. So there.

His eyes were watering, and he felt gross. “You’re an ass, too,” he muttered, and lifted the cup to his lips.

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A Mutant Mutation

[minwoo-ia]

Do not run from a predator, it was very true, bears, jaguars, wolves and demons would follow. Minwoo’s smirk only widened as he saw the other run after dodging a book. Red eyes gleaming as he ran after the other and with his focus on the other’s blood it was almost too easy.

Kevin’s blood boiled under his skin, heating him up, exhausting him as Minwoo tilted his head slightly and added some fun into the mix and gave the other a nosebleed. “Give up, just tell me what you are” he demanded as he kept up with the other. 

Why? Why was Minwoo this focused on knowing? He did not know himself, the demon had been bored and bothered which was an awfully dangerous combination. 

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He didn’t slip, this time. No, his knees gave out, palms hitting the ground as he felt a drip of sweat and blood. Where was the blood coming from? God, no, no. Irathesora jerked, truly agitated, and his spine crackled in a way that was far, far more terrifying for him. His nose was clogged, the tang of iron at the back of his throat, and everything was impossibly warm, the haze thick, his palm slick with the attempt to staunch the flow. I need to get out. A heavy gasp, a wheeze trickled out of his throat, and this was—his bones clicked, he threw his arms around his ribs, he pressed his forehead to the wooden slats. An entirely different burn began, his mouth tasting impossibly bitter, and he was back in the mud at the orphanage feeling alien hands slide against his wings. He could almost feel the poison, the rash, the caustic fire in his veins. Gagging, tears sprung to his eyes as he felt the skin of his back stretch.

“Stop—stop it.” And he wasn’t sure if he was addressing Irathesora or the man. Panic was constricting his throat to the point that the plea was strangled. The world was a swarming mass of color and the crackling sound of his spine. “I’m a hybrid,” he wheezed, a bare string of voice leaving out between his teeth. “Make it stop.”

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Staring at the other with wide eyes, the cheshire had moved to duck under the table now, hidden even as the other stood up and wobbled. He was confused; the man before him was so easily wounded, he bruised like a damn peach. And he seemed to have issues in general. Seeing, moving, surviving among desks and chairs and objects easily tripped over.

“I didn’t mean to,” he chimed from other the table, sounding more defensive than sing-songy as he had previously. “It hurt me too, you know,” thank god he hadn’t landed on that pencil. Better Taemin than this fragile critter, though.

Seconds later he popped up right beside the other, uncomfortably close, with one hand against Kevin’s thigh and the other reaching up to place the pencil down in front of the stranger.

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His effort to ignore the other faltered, frustration making the tug at his sleeves seem like he wanted to rip his shirt, instead, as his eyes flicked to the other. He was caught in the verge between not giving a shit about others when they didn’t deserve it and succumbing to sympathy. He stayed in his well of silence for a moment, rubbing at his face briefly with his fingers. “I don’t care,” he said, but it lacked any true vindictiveness.

Flinching violently when the other’s hand settled on his thigh, he managed a strangled, “Don’t touch me—” before there was a small click of his pencil being set down on the desk. He could hear the other’s breath. He was too close.

Kevin merely stared at the pencil, his sight going out of focus after a bit in exhaustion. He nodded, a begrudging acknowledgment that the other had given it back but still unwilling to say thank you. The other had, after all, stolen it in the first b=place, refused to give it back, and then had promptly fallen on top of him. There was simply no thanks warranted there.

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Closed || Hurly Burly (event)

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It’s not that windy. Ren stared at the other in moderate disbelief, his mouth hanging slightly open. The man on the radio just issued a tornado warning and the other was commenting on the fact that it wasn’t that windy? Well it would be soon. And they were going to have to figure out what to do before it hit.

“You didn’t hear the siren?” It was far off, but not that far. Even human ears would have picked up on the high-pitched squall in the distance. “The man on the radio just said…” There was no time to convince the other boy that the tornado was coming. They had to do something and they had to do it fast. “Dig a hole…how would we do that? Can we dig fast enough?” Ren’s mind was racing, but he could only come up with one other solution, his ice bubble shield, and he was uncertain if that would protect them against a tornado. 

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No. “Yes,” he said, and almost flinched at the agitated rattle the barn seemed to give as a response. There was bound to be a shovel in a barn, right? His blurred gaze swept the straw-hewn place until he settled on a gap in the flooring that was doubtless filled with spiders, but hey—family, right? “Or there.” He pointed at the small split in the wood, the hole, the spider den no doubt, and strode over to it, realizing that his ability to fit was as slim as the seam. “Unless the whole barn gets ripped away, we’d be safest under. And we can dig some more if we can find a shovel.” He could hear the roar climb in the air, the static of the radio, and a deep moan from the winds that sounded like it should have been a whistle if smaller. His fingers dropped into the seam and he tugged at the floorboards. A shovel, again, would be handy for leverage. He repeated the request, the surreal nature of everything settling almost naturally. He almost felt like he was under a dream, and well, that would be fine. “Do you see a shovel anywhere?”

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Ancient Gold. {Hyo&Kevin}

Treasure hunting, it wasn’t something big on her lists of interests but when you didn’t sleep and had nothing better to do, why not preoccupy yourself? If nothing else then it would get her out of the academy for a few hours, leaving her to spend her night doing something besides roaming the streets of the village nearby for a nice meal. 

She had ended up at some historic Mayan temple, one that she was quick to ascend now that the sun had long since fallen beneath the horizon to wait on whoever it was she had been paired up with for this excursion. She had arrived first, obviously. She was always the first person to arrive when it came to heading out. Which, she didn’t actually mind, especially not when waiting around meant being seated at the top of a temple reaching over seventy feet high. It was an amazing view from up on top so she did what any normal person would do; she took a seat by the entrance to the temple and waited for her partner to show up.

Though, it did dawn on her more than a few times that she could go in without him and make the job easier for herself.

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The Academy... was really something else. When Zach had given him the cursory implication that he was going to go to a school, he hadn’t imagined being warped to Mexico for a treasure hunt. His first impression was that it was hot as hell if hell were to be a place filled with fire and brimstone as those religious fanatics say, anyway. He wasn’t sure why he was doing this at all. His confidence regarding his abilities to endure 1) the heat and 2) whatever shit came with treasure hunting was extraordinarily thin. The lack of confidence warped into irritation upon the recognition that he’d have to climb to the top of a god-damned temple to meet his partner.

Though the sun had been declining, he still dripped with the sweat of death and hatred, and by the time he was at the top, his flat black eyes were drowning in the caustic glory of salt. As soon as he saw some sort of figure, he had to assume this was his person for the time being, and refused to say anything at all until he regained his breath. He couldn’t run more than a mile without tripping over something—he wasn’t sure how he was expected to navigate a Mayan temple after climbing some 70 feet without killing himself. 

“Are you here for this map thing?” he finally said, wiping his hair back from his brow. He hadn’t realized, really, that expressing some minute interest at the thought of a treasure map would have the headmaster throwing him out in the middle of a completely different country.

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Been Here Before - OPEN

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Baekhyun had been in the cafeteria minding his own business, eating his gimbap when he heard someone hating everything. Ears swiveling slightly to find the person he glances over at the water heater to see a student covered head to toe in a comforter. Raising an eyebrow he could clearly see (and hear from the sound of the other’s voice) that he was sick. His ears pulled back softly as he felt a little bad for the other who clearly looked miserable. 

“That’s a little harsh don’t you think, you hate it, but still going to use it. Kinda a hypocrite too.” He says humming softly before getting up and moving his hand to the spout of the water heater. “Hold it with both hands, I’ll pour.” He says softly as if he’d keel over from anyone hearing that he was being nice. Sighing softly  he glanced over at the stranger and bumped his forehead against the other’s gently. “You have a fever.” He says pulling back.

Straightening up he sighs a bit and cracks his neck, his ‘mom’ mode was kicking in, hard. “What dorm do you live in? I’ll come with some lemon honey tea, soup and tissues….Do you need more blankets?” he asks glancing at the other. “You look cold.” He says with a frown. 

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Kevin jerked at the intruding voice, cup slipping from his fingers to hit the counter hollowly. Ears burning and refusing to admit the other had startled him, he didn’t know what else to do but do what he was told. Gingerly, he fumbled again to pick up the cup he’d dropped and bumped it against the back of the water heater’s filling area... thing. The worst thing he could imagine was having his skin scalded by hot water in the moment, so it was better to navigate the cup by blunder than anything else. Sniffing thickly, he could feel the steam of the hot water cling to the backs of his knuckles, but next thing there was this someone moving into his space—Kevin’s space—as if he owned it. “Hey!” he barked, and almost spilled his cup in an effort to take a step back.

A lick of water slopped onto his hand and he hissed,  firmly setting it down on the counter to bring the juncture between his thumb and forefinger to his mouth. “Who are you?” he demanded, instead of acknowledging the absolutely uncalled-for ramble of mother-henning. “What the fuck leave me alone.”

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You Can’t Be Serious

[jiwon-ia-blog]

The sound coming from the male, Kevin he believed his name was, sounded horrendous. The sound of clattering vials and other dozens of instruments they created potions with were thunking loudly, seeming to echo in his head in a spiral. It was then he realized that he was entirely too unbalanced for this to be the normal feeling he experienced when walking and if the atrocious noises coming from above were any ominous warnings, then the potion had something to do with causing dizziness. The crashing of gravity to his senses, made him rock back, backside making contact with the ground and head smacking into the table with a hissed curse word on his tongue. “Please don’t vomit, I’m below you.” The idea of the male spewing chunks all over him had the cupid gagging, his fingers now trying to grip the wooden floors as he felt like his body was rolling forward. “What potion do you even make? I feel like the world is fucking spinning and I’m the focal point.” Bobby had thought closing his eyes would help, but that just seemed to make the pull stronger. Blinking them open, he tried to focus on one thing, his shoelace to be exact, willing himself not to get sick. It seemed like there was never a normal day in Potions class for the cupid and never would be.

[kevinvytr-blog]

Swallowing thickly, he counted the seconds numbly. How long would this miniature hell last? “Dizziness Draught,” he managed to say, his skin prickling with cold sweat and discomfort. He wasn’t sure what would happen first—vomiting or passing out, but either way, he clasped one hand over his mouth. “Stupid-ass potion if you—” His words interrupted themselves with a high whine. Kevin pressed his head between his knees again and brought out a hand to balance against the counter. “—ask me.” Was it supposed to be this potent? The seconds lapsed, everyone else was gone, and it was just the two of them gasping the effects away. “I love misery,” he murmured, drawing out a groan. His skin was burning agitatedly where the mess had spilled, but his headrush was slowly coming down and the sips of air he took between his teeth were settling him gradually. His eyes focused hard on a single grey splotch on the tile where a drip had settled, and when he finally felt he could gain his feet (at least... relatively), he stumbled off his stool. It felt as if he were walking down the rocking length of a moving train as he pulling himself to the sink. The water came on with a wheeze and he thrust his arm under the spray to ease the burn and dilute the residue.

[kevinvytr-blog]

Poké Bail

[dylan-ia-blog]

Dylan smiled proudly at the question. Somehow just proud that he could actually remember the things name, while it was quite a while ago. On the other hand, it had been such a big part of his youth, how could he forget? “Well these things, Pokémons, aren’t real. At least as far as I know. They exist in a human game that I played a lot when I was younger. Like really a lot. That’s how I know its name,”

“And well it is not abuse since they aren’t real? But as far as I always understood they shrink to mini size, and have a little home in these balls,” he explained with a frown. At least it was what he always believed. “You can try? But I always saw people throw it. Unless the pokémon’s want to escape themselves,”

[kevinvytr-blog]

The revelation that they weren’t real was somewhat jarring. Moving forward toward the released Pokémon, he reached out a hand. The twitchy creature passed right through his fingers. “This is some next-level shit,” he murmured, crouching and watching the projection with his flat eyes.

“Wish I could do that,” he said. “Retreat into some red and white ball.” Fiddling with one of his Pokéballs, he flicked his wrist and sent it rolling across the ground. Nothing. Humming with interest, he took his second and tossed it gently. With a flash of light, a purple thing blipped into existence. “Is that a monkey,” Kevin deadpanned. “What the hell.”