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noface, 26 @ sister anarchy

[mhnoface]

mhsinjae​:

sinjae hated elevators. it was just a fact at this point. he hated them completely and would rather avoid them at costs if possible. even before all of his shit he wasn’t a big fan of them considering the closed space and well.. his quirk and the whole sparking off thing? kinda made them unappealing. now though he hated them for far too many reasons.

“fuck–“ he half growled, the word bitten out through gritted teeth as the elevator all but shuddered as it came to a stop. they definitely weren’t at the next floor, and sinjae was really fucking regretting the decision right now of trying to test himself. just his luck. not to mention the fact he isn’t alone and it’s probably a miracle he hasn’t sparked up the entire small, contained area yet. he was holding onto what little control he had, but is knuckles were turning white from his grip on the handle next to him, and his eyes were wide and alert. really, it was probably sad that his first thought of it all was that he was about to be taken again, or killed if anything. he couldn’t think of it as just a broken lift. @mhnoface​

it isn’t that she had an issue with connecting with others. that go horang was emotionally stunted in any which way (even if she was, she wouldn’t admit it) ((mind you, she was)). but it is the debilitating desire to do so that keeps her isolated, willfully alienated from society. she, first of all, has never played well with others. has never given the impression of being anything else but prickly.

still, she supposes back then—she had been softer around the edges, more willing to let others in (with some prying on their behalf) rather than shut them out immediately. these days, however, what’s the point? live life on your own, for your own. worrying about anything or anyone else is an utter waste of time. 

easier said than done, when the person you’re suspended midair in a metal box with looks seconds away from a breakdown. 

“relax.” her tone is firm, assessing his features briefly whilst she maneuvers over to the call buttons on his side. there’s a moment pause here, finger lingering on the emergency button. a trickle of familiarity she can’t put her finger on—but first things first. “it’s probably just a system reboot, or whatever the fuck it is they do.” horang rolls her eyes, stepping back once she presses the button. “hope this building’s up to code though, god.” this is why she hates going out for house calls. 

her head turns for another beat, eyes roving his face once more, trying to match a face to a long discarded memory (memories of school, faces connected to an identity she no longer needs; the go horang now is simply a shell, a cover, after all). though it’s not that she needs to know. rather, it bugs her to not. 

ah, what the hell. “you know you look familiar.” her brow quirks. “hero?” 

[mhnoface]

mhecho​:

closed starter for @mhnoface

interesting. sejun has came to a conclusion that this nurse is interesting.

being a pathetic patient at the clinic wasn’t on his agenda for the day, but playing ‘hopeless bystander’ as a hero battled it out with some villain thief in the middle of the road proved to be his immediate demise as he made the mistake of standing within range of one of the villain’s counterattacks. his body barely caught up with his reflexes - resulting in bloody forearms in his attempt to guard, a sore body due to heavy impact, dismissal of concerned passersby’s gazes, and a quick walk to the nearest clinic he could find so he’d stop spilling unappealing dots of crimson across cement. 

the last thing he’d come to expect from himself after entering a clinic he knows nothing of is paying attention to matters that don’t involve him being treated into recovery. however, he finds himself doing exactly that, gaze sharp as they followed the nurse’s hands that either materialized objects out of nothing or did the exact opposite - items vanishing into thin air in the matter of seconds. it’s a fascinating quirk.

luckily for him, being in this predicament means he doesn’t have to conjure up an excuse to initiate physical contact. the treatment seems to be coming to its end - and he’s had enough contact with the nurse to know that he has plenty minutes to spare to toy with the duplicated quirk after leaving the premises.

he shoots her a carefully formed polite smile as she cleans up, deciding to slip in short conversation as he upped himself before taking his leave. “if i were to kindly ask - may i know the name for that intriguing quirk of yours?” 

ultimately, it is his presence that unnerves her. 

horang is fine with blood. tolerant of lacerations deep enough to see bone. desensitized to crushed bone, exposed tendons, stench of singed flesh. at her age and with her profession (+alter ego), there’s exceedingly little that disturbs her. though right this second, his gaze is what bothers her the most. not in a sense where it causes discomfort, but more skin-crawling, hairs bristling. more grating. 

but for the most part, she dismisses it. attention fixated on the task at hand. the faster she finishes, the faster she can send him out of here, after all. especially with her reaching the end of her shift. and to his credit (whatever his name was, she barely caught it), he took to the treatment almost suspiciously well with minimal flinching. or he was too busy staring. horang’s not sure she wants to know—or, rather, couldn’t summon up enough concern to.

unfortunately, the patient had something else in mind. his question is posed politely, tinted with enough curiosity to bring a frown to horang’s otherwise already unfriendly resting face. since dipping her toes in “villainy”, she’s gone to lengths to disguise her power for the day to day. to master the craft of creating black holes thin and small enough to be hidden by a slight of hand—just to keep ‘noface’ an entity all on its own. so really, she had no reason to feel cautious of the question. still, she doesn’t see how it’s his fucking business.

“intriguing? it’s nothing special,” she starts, purposely dull (dismissive) in the way she speaks. “it just breaks down small objects in my grasp.” understatement of the year. “hardly anything worth noting, otherwise i’d be out there instead of in here.” horang pivots to face him then, brow arched as she passes over the box of gauze. tone purposely curt when she speaks.  “change it thrice a day, if it bleeds through then change it immediately—the doctor wrote you a prescription, so you just need to pick it up at the counter.”

here, she holds back the urge to sigh. such is the plight of customer service jobs.

“can i help you with anything else?” say no. 

[mhnoface]

hullo i finally sent my house guests away (it has been a long 2 week n smth days) more replies comin u,p,, n plotting!! im hopeful1!!! cya soon

[mhnoface]

mhxkenta​:

「見世物へようこそ」welcome to our freak show

@mhnoface​

blood tw

how many times hadn’t a similar story been told? a cat getting stuck in a tree and someone having to come save it. always having had a special relationship to felines there was no way kenta could just walk past after hearing the desperate meowing and before he knew it he found himself up in the tree too after several failed attempts at willing the cat down. in retrospect, maybe taking over a body whilst several metres above ground with only a few branches to support him probably hadn’t been the best idea, but he’d like to see just one person who had always thought every single action through before doing it.

either way kenta had possessed the poor terrified critter and managed to jump down and bring it to safety. but before he could cut the connection with the cat, he had heard a loud thud. that was half an hour ago, and now he was sitting in the nurse’s office with both knees bloodied, a wrist that was probably sprained and several small scrapes on his face and body. “and then i fall,” he finished explaining his story of how his injuries had transpired.

“cat safe though,” he made sure to point out and then winced as movement in his wrist sent pain running up his arm. “you think is broken sensei?”

it isn’t often that she steps foot within u.y—much less think about the school. but this deal, in particular, was out of her hands; completely above her. and if she had to pick among the options laid out before her—spending the week listening to incessant nagging on behalf of her boss or helping out at u.y for a couple hours a day—the choice itself was clear. only because the latter was less likely to cause her to snap and have to uproot her life after murder of the first degree.

that aside, it wasn’t like it was too bad. clocking in for a couple hours to help the nurse with lesser injuries. you know, the not-life-threatening ones. the only downside is having to listen to longwinded stories she gives little care for. right now, it’s not much different. “oh, yeah?” horang doesn’t bother to sound engaged, far too busy setting up a dressing tray for the boy occupying her attention. lucky for her, it’s just the two of them—so who cares if she’s a little rude?

“it’s good the cat made it out safe, though you really shouldn’t attempt things out of your capability—if you’d have gotten seriously injured and this was an actual rescue or something, you would’ve been a burden for a pro.” she clicks her tongue, tastes something sour on her tongue at the way her words register familiar to her combat teacher back in the day. ugh, truly, there’s nothing she hates more than being here. 

“anyway,” she pulls up a chair to sit before him, lap settled in her tray before taking his wrist in her hands; pressing down gently. “it doesn’t seem broken, maybe sprained—let’s get some ice on it,” pauses to dig her heel into the tile, pushing the chair over to the small freezer and wheeling back with ease. “here, press on it for a bit while i clean up the rest.”

[mhnoface]

it's an anon with a message! horang is an amazing muse and you're an equally amazing mun. your replies have always caught me when i scroll down the dash even though they're not for me, her character is so intriguing and i can't wait to see what else you do with her

!!! thank you!!! this is very nice ;; esp since i know i’ve been slow on replies lately kshdukh but def hit me up anon ;) we can write tgt!!!

[mhnoface]

hello! this is the anon fairy here to spread a bit of love and positivity! this girl here is so interesting i don't even know where to start. from the quirk to her character she is just so good and i'm so intrigued by her. you've done such an amazing job creating her!

🥺 thank you!!!🥺🥺🥺🥺 im so aaaaaaaaaa!! my heart is full

[mhnoface]

mhmingyu​:

truce, truce! @mhnoface

mingyu knows where he stands, most of the time. he knew the dangers of the choices he made, especially when it came to risking his life wandering around when he’s shrouded in darkness, facing people he knew he shouldn’t be when he’s nineteen and has other responsibilities. he wasn’t stopping anytime soon though, despite the people he knew he has worried or will worry.

the least he could do was keep his life in check and avoid the more life-threatening villains. he encountered one of them once, his arm suddenly disappearing before his very eyes. sure, it grew back soon enough, but he knew what else could happen? what if his entire body disappears? what if his head does? he probably wouldn’t be able to survive then.

instead, he’s chasing an asshole who was ready to pounce on a group of children. but the bastard was quick, and as mingyu ran a corner, he instead was found by someone he had put down on his list of villains to avoid.

“uh, truce?” he asked, taking a step back. “not here for you, by the way. i’m looking for this guy, tall and lanky, wearing a baseball cap? pretty sure he passed by this way. if you don’t know anything, i’ll just be on my way.”

she’s not one for truces. compromise? admitting defeat? with an ego like hers? unlikely. if anything it goes against the nature of go horang herself—dainty creature with a void, a bottomless pit. hungry little thing who only knows to eat and eat and eat. wretched soul that knows nothing of giving or sharing. truces—giving up? standing down? stopping? when she operates solely at the other end of the spectrum? unheard of.

and, if she’s honest—it’s not often that one even asks for a truce.

who would be so stupid to? 

well—she blinks behind her mask at the sudden appearance—question asked and answered. “truce?” the noun is foreign on her tongue. seldom a word used in the day to day vocabulary. she had yet to known a hero to propose anything of the sort to her—but she supposes vigilantes have a different method of operating. less morals, maybe. 

“funny that you’d have the nerve to call a truce when you’re the one who ran the first time around.” horang sneers behind her mask, eyes narrowing into slits. vaguely, she’s aware of the person he was chasing—though it matters exceedingly little whether or not tall-and-lanky gets away with his crime or not. especially when her attention is fixated elsewhere. it takes a quick moment to assess him, to zero in on the fresh(?) right arm of his. 

one that she remembers clearly to have ripped clean off a while off. huh. whaddayaknow?

“but you heroes are always so thick-skinned, i shouldn’t be surprised.” she then pauses, clicks her tongue, lifting a hand to tap the mouth of her mask lightly as if “punishing” herself for slip of tongue. “oh, sorry—i forgot—vigilante. you’re no hero.” if she’s honest, there’s no point in provoking him. no real reason to pick a fight when she herself hasn’t done a thing yet (at least for the day). but horang sees no reason to not. if only to kill them—why the hell not?

besides, wannabe heroes annoy her just as much as the pros.

“if you were a hero you’d know to priortize better—i’d reckon,” she lifts a shoulder, head tilting. “what’s a bigger threat to humanity here—some petty crime skeleton of a man or me?”

[mhnoface]

jaehanmh​:

closed starter for @mhnoface

the day has had a slow, palpable touch to it, like watching molasses drip from a jar, and yet jaehan has still somehow forgotten to eat anything until now. his stomach, still empty from the night before, doesn’t like that. for the nth time it rumbles and for the nth time jaehan glares down at it with a silent, shut up, i’m getting there. it’s only a few more people until his turn to order, and the line’s been moving pretty swiftly.

the sound of a news report cuts into his daze. “shh!” someone hisses, and jaehan looks up with a blink, spotting one of the servers at the bar pointing a remote at the tv in the corner. when did it change from that variety show?

the volume ticks up, rising over the ambient chatter of the diner just as the reporter finishes, “…return with updates on this developing story.” the screen cuts away from the desk to some shaky camera footage, catching something very large moving way to fast across the sky for its size before whoever’s holding the camera apparently ducks. someone shouts, two running feet come into view– and then the video cuts and loops back to the start. DOWNTOWN UNDER ATTACK – VILLAIN AT LARGE? says the urgent red stripe at the bottom of the screen, and jaehan thinks faintly, but i’m downtown. 

distracted, he takes a step forward without bothering to look if the line has actually moved, then promptly bumps into the figure in front of him.

“oh,” he mutters, straightening his glasses back in place, “i’m sorry, i wasn’t…” he trails off when he realizes that that head of hair looks unfortunately familiar.

with the passing years, go horang has discovered a significant preference for the uncomplicated. the liking for simpler routes. less drama, less trouble. that’s not to say she’s the type to back down from any trouble (the ego of someone with a quirk like hers is unbearably vast)—rather it is more of an emphasis on her personal preference as a villain. as much as a villain could have morals, anyway. nevertheless, her intentions had always been clear cut, frank, to the point. 

1. take what she wants and cast aside what she doesn’t.  2. keep one’s private life and alter ego separated to prevent unwanted attention.  3. get rid of anything that threatens her way of life. 

it’s that easy, isn’t it?

but at times priorities blur. white murks blacks, pits her in positions she doesn’t want to be in. the human heart is, well, human. never completely unfeeling. and much like her dad, she’s more than capable of feeling—more than capable of being sympathetic; weak.

specifically, it’s this sniveling boy. 

it’s the trickle of slow realization on his face. the burst of orange and green vibrancy she remembers seeing in his irises (though now, a dull drab brown). the part of his lips, pink of his tongue frozen from what she can see. in this case, it wasn’t sympathy that passes through the iron grip of the hearth in her chest, but glee. 

how unfortunate for him.

“it’s okay.” her lip curls, glint of teeth shining through. an expression more akin to a jeering fox than something amiable. “we all make mistakes, some more than others, i’d say.” her eyes trail off to the crowd around them, tongue swiping over her lower lip absently. in particular, it’s too long of a line than horang’d care for, though—it wasn’t enough of a reason to tear the place apart. even if she was particularly fond of their signature dish.

but she doesn’t have the time to ponder on it further—not when a red plasma beam comes shooting through the roof and pierces clean through the floor, leaving the occupants suspended in shock. “f—” her lips part when the floor beneath her trembles, clenches shut as minuscule tremors develop into full scale quakes. her body tenses, well aware of what’s to come. just how inevitable it stands to be.

—fuck!

the tiles gives way, splintering into a haphazard array of fissures of the ground beneath. horang herself barely has time to reach forth—fingers curling into the fabric of the boy’s shirt to tug him close—before gravity pulls them and a handful of others under.

i’m going to kill that fucker.

[mhnoface]

GO HORANG NOFACE: CHARACTER CARD

[mhnoface]

mhwoohyun​:

ah. when the clouds in his head clear and his thoughts finally feel like his own, woohyun fights the urge to drop this kid and ditch this clinic. jeez, horang didn’t even flinch. he retroactively wishes he didn’t flinch either. he should’ve known better, with all the practice he’s gotten; their last interactions had added up to a series of push-and-pull contests to prove which one of them could care less than the other. (horang always won.)

he trails behind her with his eyes glazed over and his arms still wrapped tightly around the child. but woohyun can’t even muster the effort to tell this kid that it’s all going to be okay or that we’re getting you help now like he learned during rescue simulations at u.y. the fluorescence of the halls and the sterile odor of each passing room probably doesn’t help the kid any more than it helps him chill the fuck out.

a lump blocks off his throat, but he fights past it. “his name is hyunwoo.” when he says it aloud, woohyun suddenly realizes the comedic value in their names, but he holds back the slight of a smile. “he’s bleeding from a head injury, but i don’t think he has a concussion.” his shoulder collides with another moving in the opposite direction, and his voice struggles to maintain its usual evenness with how fast everyone around him seems to be moving. woohyun doesn’t feel himself.

“and, the broken leg.” he knows she didn’t ask, but he has to clarify: “i’ll stay with him until his parents are here. he wants me here.” i’m not staying for you, he’s trying to say.

it’s all about control. precision. ultimately it is the prerequisite for a quirk like hers. and soon after, the way of living. control. breathe. in and out. count to three. precision. carefully. bit by bit. inch by inch. picture a dam leaking water. enough to water crops. not too much to drown a village. this much, horang had learned throughout the years of u.y. and years following, naturally applied it to her day to day.

control. back faced to the two of them, her nails digs into the soft flesh of her palm, jaw clenched. breathe. wrap your fingers tight around the beating thing in your chest and crush it in your palms. smother it. do it. precision. meticulously. bite back the rush of emotions. swallow it. bury it. show nothing. 

it doesn’t matter that it’s woohyun. he hadn’t mattered enough to keep him inn your life before—so, why now? alas, if only the heart was as crudely wired as the mind. “alright,” horang stops in front of an empty exam room to pull the door open for the two, eyes flicking over the open wound on the boy. “just a laceration huh.” she mumbles, teeth raking over her lower lip in thought. could’ve flown him to any other clinic for a laceration. and yet.

“let’s clean up that head first, then i’ll take some xrays and have the doctor come and see if he can do anything about that leg.” she gestures idly for them to sit, eyes stubbornly fixated on hyunwoo before moving to put together a tray. in and out. horang maneuvers a stool over to sit in front of the two, tray placed in her lap. control. she picks at the instruments, eyes roving over to the pair once more; zeroing on the teary eyed boy.

precision. the corner of her lips twitch, though otherwise no other attempt of being amiable is shown. show nothing. let nothing out. you can’t risk it. “hyunwoo, right? i’m horang.” she moves slow enough, careful not to startle him as she leans in further to assess the wound. “looks like the bleeding’s stopped, so all we need to do is clean and dress it—okay?” the kid nods, biting down on his lower lip. horang vaguely wonders if it’s a promise even worth believing in. 

not that it matters—it’s a task that needs to be done. and it’s the hero’s job to placate a child, not her. with that in mind, she picks up a soaked cotton ball with her forceps and dabs at the edges of the laceration—just barely holding back the flinch from the wail that just as quickly follows.

of fucking course.

[mhwoohyun]

now & then

@mhnoface​

he’s all blood and sweat and tears — but this time, not his own. not that he really minds. after almost seven years as a hero, woohyun is used to getting all up in other people’s bodily fluids. that includes the snot dripping down this eight-year-old’s face and onto his shoulder.

“it’s extremely inappropriate and inefficient for me to personally take you to the hospital, you know.” at the crime scene, woohyun gently prodded the child with his arm. blue police lights and deafening ambulance sirens surrounded them. to woohyun’s reproach, the kid wailed even louder, clung to the fabric of woohyun’s costume, and buried his face into woohyun’s chest. when woohyun glanced up, the paramedics just gave him a defeated shrug. jesus.

“okay, but you have to be really strong for me. i can’t fly if you’re not holding me really tight,” woohyun sighed through his nose. “and you can’t cry.” he paused. the last part was more for his sanity than anything else. with a sniffle, the wailing stopped.

woohyun is at the nearest clinic in just a few minutes, cradling the kid in his arms as he rushes in towards the first person he sees. “hey, i’ve got a kid here with a broken leg. hostage situation. he’s also bleeding and—”

his heart drops. then, it starts beating really fast. he doesn’t even feel the kid’s death grip anymore. for some reason, seeing her feels like sipping cool lemonade after chewing mint-fresh gum. “horang?”

[mhnoface]

she’s all blood and bone. occupational hazard. these things tend to happen when you work with unstable quirks. much less one of splintering bone. but still, to be dirtying her second pair of scrubs of the day—the first? courtesy of a premature ejaculating slime quirk—puts her in a particularly sour mood. not that she doesn’t usually stalk the halls with that cross look on her face though.

but, such is the fate of someone in this career path. and though it wasn’t horang’s first or main choice, she can’t deny the perks: information on various heroes and all the special fortified tape she can use for the temperamental hole in her abdomen. small perks. most days, it’s painless enough of a job for her to swallow.

today, it proves to be more and more of a pain.

today, the door flings open. a familiar gust of wind sends her hurling back to ten years prior. and horang is left staring, scrubs stained in blood and bone, for the briefest moment—face bare of any guards for him to read.

say something. her lips part a millimeter. slow and controlled is the gradual hardening of her face; galant effort made to save face (even if it was a second too late). saysomethingsaysomethingsaysomethingsaysomethingsaysomething. “he’s bleeding?” coward. “and? what else.” tone clipped, she doesn’t wait a second longer for further detail, pivoting on her foot to head down the hall. “let’s treat the bleeding first, then—please follow me.”

when in doubt—stick with what you know. though, horang knows she’d rather be anywhere than here right now.

[mhnoface]

heya! that took me a hot minute but i finally got all my pages up (ish)!! pick your poison @ HORANG or NOFACE (though my villain page is,.. lacking). anyway, horang is a bit moody but she’s not entirely too difficult to deal with (if you exclude the whole evil agenda, she’s just a highly selfish personality with little to no morals so she’ll do as she likes when she likes)!! she’s currently working as a nurse at a private pt clinic for heroes and other quirk-related recoveries. there might even be talk of her helping out recovery girl from time to time 👀 (if students/teachers wanna plot that with meeeee). in general, i’m open to almost all plots so please smash that like and i’ll hit you up!!!

[mhnoface]

heya! that took me a hot minute but i finally got all my pages up (ish)!! pick your poison @ HORANG or NOFACE (though my villain page is,.. lacking). anyway, horang is a bit moody but she’s not entirely too difficult to deal with (if you exclude the whole evil agenda, she’s just a highly selfish personality with little to no morals so she’ll do as she likes when she likes)!! she’s currently working as a nurse at a private pt clinic for heroes and other quirk-related recoveries. there might even be talk of her helping out recovery girl from time to time 👀 (if students/teachers wanna plot that with meeeee). in general, i’m open to almost all plots so please smash that like and i’ll hit you up!!!