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jung haejin | captain of team delta | evol: simulation class (memoria) a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.

[memvriae]

                                  life is fine! fine as wine! life is fine!

                                             bio | connections (tba.)

hello and welcome, please come in and take a seat next to my exhausted and overworked (self-inflicted) child muse: jung haejin. my name is ash (they/them, gmt-8) and i'm excited to release him into the wild introduce him to the world.

above you'll find a link to his carrd but a quick tldr:

captain of delta team, and the oldest captain of the three

his personality at this stage in his life aligns closely with dr. robby from the pitt; for those who are unaware, this means he is competent, confident/seasoned, effective, gruffly kind, and a little sassy, but has the major downside of extreme burnout, mild but firm impatience for continued incompetence in a crisis (for those outside of his team), and a potential for rash decision-making when he has hit double over his limit

he is very hands-on with his team, especially after operation pandia; as the only analyst team left he has made himself the first line of defense for delta's members to ensure they are not being overworked during the shortage (thus overworking himself); he is both protective and loyal

his background implies that he was born and grew up in a secret section of a (potentially illegal) research base in the arctic (mt. eternal, specifically); additionally it implies he was an experiment subject

he is the eldest of three (with a younger brother and sister); unfortunately his younger brother died during the chronorift catastrophe; his younger sister is still alive (and thriving)

he has been with the hunter's association since its inception and with UNICORNS for at least a decade

it is rare to see him without black leather gloves on

he prefers warmth over cold (and thus is prone to wearing layers)

has gained a mild obsession with yancha

scarily good at the claw machine, very poor at racing games

absolutely hates eating mushrooms (however seems to enjoy seeing them in the wild)

some plot ideas include:

helping hands (make the load light): haejin helps your muse with something serious and has promised secrecy. do you trust him? why? do you not? what will you do next? (implies non-delta member, but delta members welcome)

burn it to the ground: a moment from the past that has come back; haejin and your muse were hell-raisers as teenagers/20-somethings and the world hasn't yet forgotten over a decade later. perhaps this ignites the fire in them again. (30+ muse required)

bleed it out: self-sacrifice has consequences and they've come knocking. are you ready to hit the ground when you fall? ( all welcome; malleable on who has hit their limit ) taken!

the folly of youth: a lighthearted moment wherein the captain of delta engages in some... tomfoolery instigated by your muse. ( all welcome )

specter: there's something... wrong with your muse. and out of everyone in the room haejin notices. what will you do when delta's captain checks in? (delta implied but all welcome )

like a villain: haejin is in the field investigating (off the books looking into pandia? / tracking a strange anomaly? / hunting a criminal? / tracking an elusive wanderer?); your muse (stumbles upon him? deliberately follows him? tags along?). ( delta implied, but all welcome )

a teambuilding plot pls pls pls (delta represent!!)

[fallingvpart]

“Captain Li.”

There it was. Not Xiao Meimei. Not Ruoshui.

Captain Li.

A title offered deliberately, publicly. A reminder to everyone within earshot that she stood as his equal, not an ornament to his command. That she commanded her own squadron. That her authority did not require softening.

She met his gaze fully as she closed the remaining distance.

His relief was not dramatic. He would never allow that. But it lived in the minute relaxation around his eyes. In the fractionally deeper breath he took before extending his hand.

Ruoshui let the faintest curve touch her lips—less a smile, more a quiet acknowledgment. She placed her hand in his.

His glove was warm despite the leather.

Her grip was firm, steady. A captain’s handshake. Nothing sentimental.

“Captain Jung,” she replied smoothly, voice clear enough for the surrounding cluster to hear. “I hope the evening has been… productive.”

The pause was deliberate.

She turned her gaze to the officials around him, letting her eyes linger just long enough to make them aware she had been listening before she arrived. Her posture was impeccable—shoulders relaxed, chin lifted, grief tucked neatly behind discipline.

“Delta’s presence here has already reassured many of our supporters,” she continued, tone measured but edged with something that only Haejin would recognize as quiet steel. “Stability is important on a night like this.”

Her thumb pressed once—briefly—against his knuckles before releasing. A signal too small for anyone else to register.

I’m here. You can stand down a fraction.

She did not let go immediately. Instead, she angled her body slightly so she stood beside him rather than in front of him, sharing the weight of the semicircle of donors now redirecting their attention toward her.

“If you’ll excuse us,” she added lightly, eyes returning to the official who had been speaking. “Captain Jung and I have a matter regarding inter-squad resource allocation we must review before the drone exhibition.”

Professional. Boring. Unassailable.

No one argued with logistics.

When the cluster reluctantly dispersed—lured back toward champagne and bidding paddles—Ruoshui finally withdrew her hand.

Only then did she allow her voice to soften.

“You’ve spoken to at least a dozen people who voted against you,” she murmured quietly, gaze forward as if still surveying the room. “Your left shoulder is starting to lock.”

A beat.

“Walk with me.”

It was not a request.

She stepped away from the center of the hall at an unhurried pace, trusting him to follow, trusting that he would understand this too was part of the performance—two captains conferring strategically.

Her eyes flicked briefly toward him as they moved.

“You don’t have to bleed for them tonight,” she said, low enough for him alone. “We only need their money.”

[memvriae]

here, like this, ruoshui shone with an unbending, unbroken, commanding light. it was not a dare, nor a threat, but an unassailable fact. water freezes at 0°C. 2 + 2 = 4. li ruoshui was the first female captain of the unicorns hunter association, holding all the authority, intelligence, and elegance the position demanded. in his private thoughts, haejin overflowed with pride at how she had grown over the years.

in public, however —

"very productive," he supplied despite the proof shifting uneasily around them. because it was delta's captain who dared when able, who pushed and swallowed up chances when no one was looking. how else were analysts supposed to get anything done?

his gloved pointer finger stroked along her palm in thanks as she made the donors around them squirm. the steel in her spine shimmered in the soft party light. "a stability that wouldn't also be possible without bravo's hard work." he delivers a more affable grin to the richest man in their captive circle. "it would do them good to have those weapons replacements they petitioned for last quarter wouldn't it?" even as his voice gentled, a blade sailed through his words. hidden to all except those who knew him. "for our society's continued stability, of course."

and then, at her signal, the minuscule tension he held loosened. jung haejin, captain of delta, did as bravo's captain wished and stood down.

a handful of polite seconds passed, with errant condolences and simmering disinterest in resource allocation, and then they were free. stepping away from the suffocating air, donors clearing from the area like rats off a sinking ship.

it was when her hand fell away that haejin knew she'd noticed something he hadn't wanted her to. his lips twitched, back pressing discreetly against one of the stone pillars behind them.

"i have," and then a far more exasperatedly amused, "is it?" because it was and she'd been able to clock it from a distance, hadn't she?

and then an order. he wanted to laugh then. in delight. in despair. in the exhaustion already shredding his vulnerable insides. he did as she asked, instead, and walked.

the show was easy to perform. the perfect angle to give the impression of a hushed discussion. the exact right distance to imply coworkers and not anything that could damage either of their reputations. his face to the crowd as he whispered guidance; following the afterimages of metaflux as it danced through the air like fireflies.

( shift to your right, there's something hiding right in front of you. / don't touch that, it's fallen before. / three steps closer to me. )

as such, it took a moment for her words to register.

"is bleeding not what we do?" his tongue sharpens, its edge pointed away from her. "how else will they decide we're worth their measly pocket change? did they not want a show?"

one breath. two. vitriol swallowed before it spills from him like the grief they have only been able to hold. to swallow. ( but not mourn. )

"i'm sorry, meimei. i am not angry with you."

his hand knocks into her forearm gently, another apology hidden in a natural brush of bodies as he moves to open the door before him.

[memvriae]

what's your most desirable trait in a partner or collaborator ?

"honesty."

it is immediate, this answer that bursts from jung haejin's lips. with the room's lights dimmed, shadows take their chance to play across his skin. silence stretches like taffy on a well-oiled machine, metaflux glimmering in the corners of his eyes. it is not an evol-driven past that spreads out before him but a memory-held one. of victory and loss and the thrum of determination to bring everyone home. even if it was just their soul-empty bodies towed in from a wanderer storm.

"i cannot efficiently and effectively do my job if i must dig the truth out of a liar's broken jaw."

[memvriae]

do   you   like   your   super   hunters   character   ? (ic!)

haejin blinks for a moment. his throat clears faintly, masking a crack of amusement across his professional demeanor.

"are you referring to the three analyst characters they squished myself and my nine other colleagues into?"

visually, delta's captain seems to think on the question. and yet, there is a shadow of something that lends to a... different interpretation. he speaks again after a few seconds of silence.

"no comment."

he offers his hand in a parting shake and bids the asker farewell.

[memvriae]

do wanderers frighten you ?

there is a howling in his head. persistent. enduring. high and haunting as it sinks its claws into fragile pinna and cochlea. a ghastly, tenaciously immutable thing that echoes through empty city streets; bouncing against freshly fallen concrete and resonating with his brother's bitten off screams.

it lingers, even as time's vast ocean swallows the years in its watery maw. whispering in the corners of his night-darkened bedroom, buzzing through hellishly florescent corporate meeting rooms, sighing a the sun begins another descent.

and yet —

"frighten?" jung haejin carefully sets the cup in his hand back to its saucer with a faint clink. he looks to the distance, eyes tracing impossible colors and the secrets they tell.

"no."

his voice is firm, unwavering, studying the face of the person across from him.

"they are pests that hunters have a duty to dispose of."

[memvriae]

"...but her attention fixed, unwavering, on Haejin." @damvcles

hour: 18:00

the smile sticking to his gums and warping his face was only one hour old. practiced, polished, more wielded weapon than genuine article, it had stood the test of over a decade's time unruffling the feathers of the fragile elite for the scraps of their favor. and the limitless money lining their pockets.

yet, here. like this, it had already begun to subtly unravel. after the seventh artificial doe-eyed stage whisper of condolence. the twelfth handshake accompanying a superficial, "thank you for your service." the stray, "how could this happen? a tragedy," from the mouths of men who voted to slash echo and delta's budget last year.

sick.

these people made him sick.

and yet he persisted. he smiled. he waved. he charmed with anecdotes and meticulously researched comments on their interests to make each donor feel special.

so lost in his performance, jung haejin had not seen salvation until she was fifteen steps from him; the palm lingering unconsciously at his wrist dropping as his voice rose.

"captain li," he greeted. in hidden relief. in genuine warmth and respect.

captain li instead of xiao meimei to remind each person listening of the authority and importance the woman approaching them commanded. it wouldn't do to afford her anything less.

haejin held out a hand for her to take.

[memvriae]

footsteps in the sand open.

time: 15:55

it is quiet in the business district.

paper, plastic, cardboard, and electronic signs cover doors and windows and streetlight poles; their myriad and colorful messages announcing the candlelight vigils and early closures to accommodate a city set to mourn. and jung haejin wonders, not for the first time, if this had been intentional. support a public event, sway those public hearts and keep the gala and its inhabitants away from the public eye.

it is so quiet that each of his footfalls echo across those empty roads. his voice too. a subtle introduction to the evening's coming symphony.

"i know, meimei. i won't."

the world glitters in heaving petal pinks before falling back to a rumbling aquamarine, metaflux forever in pulsating motion. its nebulous movement one he tracks across his destination's visible floors. but there's nothing amiss. so far. he keeps watching as jung jaehee's stern tone continues to fill his ear, demanding promises he won't be able to keep now. haejin waits for the moment she has to breathe. and when she does —

"i've arrived. i will text you when i get home tonight. call me if there's any trouble at the vigil. have a good night, meimei."

hour: 16:03

"but sir, you're early."

pearl white teeth shine in the auction house lights as delta's captain smiles at the guards before him. it is a warning unheeded.

"yes. intentionally so. have you called your manager yet?"

the dim bulbs lighting their brains visibly flicker before one guard breaks from the pack. jung haejin waits. until, white-faced, wide-eyed, and breathless:

"open the door."

hour: 16:10

bare fingertips drag along the final table set up in the rotunda.

( cold dishes hitting its surface, idle gossip whispered nearby as decorations were hung into place, a layer of dust from too many months ago, scissors, a vigorous crayon ripping through paper and — )

as unremarkable as the rest despite faint concentrations of metaflux along its edges. black leather slips back over his hands while he weighs the options. an evolver? older materials? metaflux infused tools?

only, there in the distance: a form he recognizes eating up the distance between them. his contemplations hide themselves in the shadows of his mind as the mantel of captain hangs itself across his shoulders. dark eyes fall to the ground for a split second.

"watch your step," he calls. "there's a hidden sunken hole in the path by your right foot."

[deepspacetv]

⋆.˚𖦹⋆✮⋆.˚   happy   lunar   new   year   ,   hunters   !   reblog   this   post   if   you'd   like   to   participate   in   this   ask   meme   to   ring   in   the   year   of   the   horse   .   these   questions   address   your   muses'   personality   or   their   histories   as   unicorns   agents   ;   no   need   to   run   any   minor   missions   by   the   main   ,   but   if   you'd   like   more   clarity   on   anything   please   don't   hesitate   to   ask   !

please   make   sure   your   ask   box   is   enabled   if   you   haven't   already   done   so   .   participation   is   optional   ,   but   answering   3   prompts   will   count   as   meeting   activity   for   this   week   .   while   you   may   choose   to   do   so   on   or   off   anon   ,   please   also   be   sure   to   send   some   questions   to   everyone   who   is   participating   !

⋆˚࿔   HORSE

do   you   consider   yourself   impulsive   ,   or   are   you   more   of   a   planner   ?

how   important   is   independence   in   your   life   ?

when   is   the   last   time   you've   run   from   a   challenge   ?

⋆˚࿔   GOAT

who's   your   closest   teammate   ?

if   you   could   switch   to   another   team   ,   which   would   it   be   ?

what   advice   would   you   give   your   younger   self   ?

⋆˚࿔   MONKEY

how   good   are   you   at   multi-tasking   ?

would   you   rather   have   a   silver   tongue   or   a   silver   spoon   ?

have   you   ever   fallen   for   a   scam   ?

⋆˚࿔   ROOSTER

what   was   something   you   realized   about   yourself   last   year   ?

how   many   backup   plans   do   you   have   at   any   given   time   ?

are   you   more   loyal   to   people   or   ideas   ?

⋆˚࿔   DOG

are   you   looking   for   a   promotion   this   year   ?

what's   your   most   desirable   trait   in   a   partner   or   collaborator   ?

how   often   do   you   revisit   paused   plans   ?

⋆˚࿔   PIG

how   do   you   deal   with   frustration   ?

what   does   trust   look   like   to   you   ?

do   you   pressure   yourself   or   do   others   pressure   you   more   ?

⋆˚࿔   RAT

is   financial   or   emotional   stability   more   important   to   you   ?

do   you   like   your   super   hunters   character   ?

who   is   your   least   favorite   teammate   ?

⋆˚࿔   OX

have   you   ever   been   seriously   injured   during   a   mission   ?

do   wanderers   frighten   you   ?

what   is   one   skill   you   hope   to   improve   on   this   year   ?

⋆˚࿔   TIGER

do   you   work   all   the   way   through   a   long   task   without   stopping   ,   or   do   you   take   breaks   ?

what   is   one   relationship   you   hope   to   improve   this   year   ?

how   would   you   quantify   your   work/life   balance   in   percentages   ?   (   i.e.   70/30   ,   50/50   )

⋆˚࿔   RABBIT

how   would   you   describe   your   aesthetic   sense   ?

do   you   consider   yourself   cultured   ?

how   independent   are   you   in   your   work   ?

⋆˚࿔   DRAGON

would   you   rather   life   be   easy   ,   or   would   you   seek   out   challenges   ?

are   you   a   fan   of   large   gestures   ?

do   you   fall   asleep   to   silence   or   background   noise   ?

⋆˚࿔   SNAKE

do   you   compare   yourself   to   others   often   ?

what   is   your   greatest   strength   ?

(   for   alpha   /   beta   )   are   you   looking   to   move   up   the   leaderboard   this   year   ?   (   for   delta   )   who   do   you   think   will   top   the   leaderboard   this   year   ?

[memvriae]

as   part   of   the   annual   performance   review   process   ,   the   hunters   association   requires   agents   and   analysts   to   complete   and   submit   the   following   self-evaluation   to   their   direct   supervisor   and   acting   division   lead   (   as   of   2048.11.02   ,   section   chief   tung   hsuan   )   .

it feels like a joke, headache pounding unforgiving and relentless at his temples. another piece of paper on his overfilled desk. another blinking light in his inbox.

an evaluation. now, of all times.

tired eyes drag from the offending form to stare at the holographic, ever-changing map on the far wall. to the bright red dots of confirmed wanderer activity. to the black splotches of no-hunt zones. to the previously hidden, physical board and stack of data detailing operation: pandia. the faces of the dead stare back at him.

it is under their watchful gaze, their subtle haunting, that he fills out the form.

the first copy is chucked into the trash.

𝑯𝑼𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹   𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 full name: jung haejin evol + class: memoria & simulation rank: the godsdamned captain like you fucking wanted team / designation: you already fucking know

he gets further in the second copy, until it too finds itself in the waste bin set for burning. the evaluation section evokes his ire this time.

technical   knowledge   :   please   also   rank   the   following   weapons   from   (   1   )   most   comfortable   with   to   (   4   )   least   comfortable   with   :   shortsword   ,   claymore   ,   wand   ,   pistol   . i already submitted this six weeks ago. pistol (1) / wand (1.5) / claymore (2.75) / shortsword (4) quality   of   work : 1 3

a growing ink stain fills the paper as haejin digs the pen in and scratches out the comments he makes.

cooperation   &   teamwork : 4, despite being assigned a traumatized operative and saddled with external and internal investigations during the mourning period problem-solving   /   adaptability : 5, you already know why. you got my godsdamn resignation letter initiative   /   effort : 3

the third time is, as they say, the charm. the form he submits is orderly, tidy and ( importantly ) purely digital.

𝑯𝑼𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹   𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵

full name: jung haejin evol + class: memoria & simulation rank: captain team / designation: delta / baekho

𝑬𝑽𝑨𝑳𝑼𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵

please   rate   yourself   in   the   below   categories   on   the   following   scale   :   (   1   )   unsatisfactory   ,   (   2   )   needs   improvement   ,   (   3   )   satisfactory   ,   (   4   )   exceeds   expectations   ,   (   5   )   outstanding   .   any   score   of   4   or   above   or   2   or   below   must   come   with   an   explanatory   remark   .

technical   knowledge   :   please   also   rank   the   following   weapons   from   (   1   )   most   comfortable   with   to   (   4   )   least   comfortable   with   :   shortsword   ,   claymore   ,   wand   ,   pistol   . pistol (1), wand (1.5), claymore (2.75), shortsword (4) quality   of   work : 4 delta's projects have continued to meet their assigned deadlines and we have optimized communication protocol under adverse circumstances, conditions, and environments. our accuracy has improved by a measurable 20% in the last three months. cooperation & teamwork : 4 patrols have continued in well-working pairs and delta has assigned team-building activities to ensure our newer members have the support and resources they need. the open-door policy for my office remains in effect for delta's members per last quarter's feedback problem-solving / adaptability : 5 the team has continued to perform their expected duties in a timely manner and has taken on the unexpected load of team echo's responsibilities. they would have struggled more under a change in leadership during this time. initiative / effort : 5 i have withdrawn my resignation and have continued to maintain my duties as captain. see the attached documents for the requested team evaluations.

[fallingvpart]

⸻ the captains

shim eunho ( alpha ) , li ruoshui ( beta ) , jung haejin ( delta )

There was a day the sky went quiet and the radios never answered back. Since then, every 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾ℴ𝓃 carries an echo— not of fear, but of memory. Three 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛 to hold the line. One remains in the s͟i͟l͟e͟n͟c͟e͟ between нεɑятвεɑтѕ.

[mostlyfate]

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