pure as snow

Sul Junghwa, enhanced junior medic for Team Falcon & Team Crow

[miaxseb]

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“I’ll come with you. maybe I need to see a different environment for a while,” she answered while putting away a cart full of vials packed with liquids that were surely completely unknown to Seb.

“I’m very particular with what I eat, I don’t know if I’d have trusted you all alone despite your sense of responsibility…”

Junghwa tilted her head and smirked after that bit of banter. She was determined to keep a light demeanor so Seb wouldn’t worry too much.

“i’m sure someone else will be in soon to cover for you if something does end up happening,” he assures junghwa. he understands her concern, though, and knows in her situation he would feel the same. “i bet we’ll run into a medic on our way to get something to eat, too, and you can always ask them to cover for you. i’m sure none of them expect you to spend all day in the med wing all the time.”

maybe it’s hypocritical of him, as someone that spends all day nearly all the time on the training floor when he isn’t out in the field, either for himself or the younger agents. maybe it makes him more qualified to speak on the subject, too; he supposes it depends on perspective. either way, just like those that tell him to rest are right in doing so, he thinks he’s right in doing this for junghwa, and luckily, she seems to agree.

he can’t help but smile. “okay, sounds good.” he nods, though a new environment nearly makes him chuckle. they rarely see new scenery in meia, spending most of their lives within the same walls, regardless of how large the agency is. outside, they patrol the same empty streets outlined by the same crumbling buildings. he supposes there’s something comforting in that consistency in a world that is otherwise so dangerous and unpredictable.

he does end up laughing in the end. what is that, a joke from agent puresnow? a rare moment indeed. “i don’t know, i’m pretty good at guessing people’s eating habits, actually,” he jokes back. he is a fairly observant person with a good memory; sometimes, if he gets food with someone, or they mention food they like to him, he can remember. in junghwa’s case, however…he isn’t so sure, so she’s likely right.

“let’s go then?” he smiles again, warm, as usual.

[miaxjunghwa]

Something about Junghwa's discussion with Seb made her feel a little lighter than usual. Was it his concern? She appreciated how much he cared about everyone.  

"You're right, we'll probably meet another medic in there.  And maybe we can invite them with us, too? Take a little break. It's important once in a while, I think. Plus, the drab grey walls of the medic wing, all alone…it all gets dull after a while."

Miss Puresnow? Opening up? It didn't happen very often, but something about Seb definitely made her feel a little different. First the joke, now this. 

She proceeded to put away the few last papers that were still lying around in the wing - what a mess the whole room was.  Of course in a world as dangerous as the one they lived in, they were bound to be busy. But that didn't mean the medic wing had to be messy. Junghwa mentally scolded herself for such a lack of discipline, but she remembered this wasn't the time: Be kind to yourself, Junghwa.  That's what everyone wants from you right now. 

"So, why not try guessing what kind of food I prefer, while we're heading over?" 

With a few lithe steps, she headed out the door. 

"While I'm at it, I could try guessing your preferences, too…" 

[miadoyun]

miaxjunghwa​:

to teach.

[ … ] 

She kept watching Doyun’s demonstration, taking in the details of his stance and hand placement on the bow. She noticed the smallest things were of utmost importance, even the angle at which your forearm is rotated when you draw the string…

She looked back to Doyun, and couldn’t help but ask him a question to really get into the meat of things:

“With all of these things to think about and posture to take into consideration, how do you carry the bow with confidence on the battlefield without thinking you’ll forget something? It seems easy to miss and be compromised in a fight.”

Obviously, Junghwa believed in his skill. She just doesn’t want to see him at the med wing more than she already does…

he wondered if he was doing a good job at explaining any of this to her or if he was only making it more confusing. he knows when he tried learning it he had to be taught a few different ways before it clicked. but doyun had been so determined to learn. determined to be able to watch his brothers back in the field. he thought long range would be most useful at the time and then came to love his bow.

but even if he is gaining skill with it he doesn’t think he’s really good enough to teach. not that this, in itself, isn’t a good way to learn as much as it is to teach. after all, to be able to teach something you have to have an understanding of it.

or something like that.

he lowers his bow slightly as her question, head tiling as he considers what she asked. his words circling in his head as he tries to think of the right thing to say in reply to her.

“well… if you really practice and practice then eventually it will all just click? i guess? i sort of made it like a…” he rubs the back of his neck, the word he wants to use is lost to him for a moment before he grins.

“second nature! its like second nature after practicing so many times. i think on a good day i can shoot upwards of 300 times?” he knows that wounds a little crazy, but that was how he forced himself to get the hang of it. “when i started i was only doing like 50 and then worked to 100 and now? the more i use it the better i feel?”

[miaxjunghwa]

Doyun's stuttering made Junghwa quickly realize that the boy was a little stumped when it came to explaining the art of the bow. It was a little funny to her, as logically, it's something he's so good at that it shouldn't be so hard to explain. She admired how hard he tried to teach her, and his sheer dedication to the weapon. The dedication is something she related to: Doyun had nothing left to lose, like a lot of MEIA agents. He obviously picked up a weapon that was in a way, so protective, to make sure nobody got hurt in front of him ever again.

Now, as a medic, she hadn't tried to repeat the same hand-wrecking move 300 times in one day, but she knew she'd be the type to do so.

"So, this is why I've tended the most hand wounds on you, compared to the rest of the agency...How long have you been handling the bow now?"

Their training had made her a little curious. Despite not being the type to pry into people's lives like this, Junghwa wanted to know more about the boy.

[miaxjunghwa]

(( I contracted covid so obligatory hiatus, guys TT stay safe!! ))

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Casual Breakfast

miaxjunghwa​:

Pepper, salt, dynamite, bombs… Junghwa realized the kid had a knack for metaphors as she watched him wave his arms around like he had just discovered gravity. With the most neutral expression, she simply replied:

“I’m surprised you didn’t make a hot potato comparison there.”

Her overall lack of expression and carefully straightened posture in her chair might end up bothering Sero - she could imagine him thinking, why isn’t this getting through to her? - but what shocked her the most was how much Sero seemed to care about his life. Why would getting killed matter?

She was starting to think the only way anything would get through his own head was if he was infected himself. If he’s so righteous, would he completely sacrifice himself after being infected and therefore losing his humanity? Junghwa was a bit too curious, and had to ask him.

She nodded. “It’s bound to happen, it’s true. But why join MEIA if you’re running scared of death? We’re confronting it directly, part of the job description.”

She took a final sip of her tea, and placed it on top of her now empty salad plate.

“If you care about your life so much, what would you end up doing if you were infected? That’s also a possibility…”

(tw; disturbing imagery)

Heat rises to his face at her response, and he suddenly feels as if he’s made a fool of himself. There’s a tightness in his chest as his annoyance returns. “I’m not–” Running. Isn’t that what he did? But he didn’t have a choice! “I’m confronting it a lot less here than I was out there…” His anger has turned more to a pout, Sero grumbling out his complaint. There was no getting through to this girl, she was even more stubborn than the other members of his team. Why did she sound so offended that he cared about living? How utterly frustrating. He sighs, pushing himself back into his chair and looking away.

“You really don’t get it, do you?” He looks back at her, not a hint of hesitation in his eyes. “I’d blow my head off. Human lives are what matters in the apocalypse. If I’m not human, I’m hurting the survival of humanity by existing.”

[miaxjunghwa]

((TW vague suicide mentions?))

This kid really meant business, didn't he? Junghwa figured something in his life badly traumatised him, with how sure he was that he'd rather die than keep living as a demon.

It was a strange thing to think about: MEIA had multiple demon agents, ones that decided to stay alive and help despite their newfound.. identity. She was left wondering, just how many demons tried to kill themselves before they turned into murderous machines?

The medic felt the kid's frustration: as much as he tried to hold back both in body and voice, she still noticed subtle tremors in his hands and a shakey intonation in his last words, despite the way he looked at her with such assurance.

The lightest smirk crowned her face as she added, "Well, I guess you don't care about your life so much after all. Is that something we have in common? I'll make sure to keep a gun nearby on the field in case it ever happens."

Something about his way of thinking bugged him, but she knew he couldn't help it. Obviously, something happened. Would he learn, eventually? Junghwa didn't really know, and she assumed he wouldn't, if he even lived long enough. And why did it bug her so much, anyway? That's something she would have to reflect on sooner or later. It's not like he was completely wrong...

Only through introspection she will learn detachment, and a heated breakfast wasn't the way.

[miadoyun]

miaxjunghwa​:

to teach.

[ … ] 

Standing upright with her hands clasped together in her back, she inquisitively observed Doyun’s bow. Limbs… wheels… the string suppression system…she quietly identified parts she had read up on, thinking it would help her master the weapon more easily.

Have you ever used a bow before?

Junghwa lightly shook her head, indicating that she hadn’t before. “No, this would be my first time. Archery is beautiful, and knowing how to handle another weapon can only be useful in critical situations.”

Maybe Doyun would be able to make her see archery as an art and a hobby, rather than a method of survival…

perhaps he should have read over a teaching manual or something before agreeing to this because doyun feels himself lose a little confidence when she says she hasn’t used a bow before. he knows he’s pretty skilled, but is he still skilled?

guess he’s about to find out.

he wonders if his ability to teach is going to be hindered by the sort of friendship he has with junghwa. though he wonders if a friendship is what they have given their age difference. she is more like an older sister–maybe a nagging aunt? not that she nags… which really doyun would deserve to be nagged given the reason he’s even close to her. his constant visits to the medic wing as if its a hangout spot fir the local cool kids.

at least with her here it means any injury he might sustain during training can be tended to quicker than normal. and knowing doyun… 

well.

the teen grins, the challenge before him one that was amusing and would probably be rather useful to his own advancement. he hasn’t ever tried to teach someone else but if he wants to advance in the ranks then he needs to try? though he knows he has another year to go before he is even allowed to consider advancement. focus focus. he slings his bow over his shoulder and shifts to grab the practice bow from the table beside them. the table was lined with blunt arrows and another bow.

“so…. first things first.” he holds out the bow to her. pulling up a totally real confidence for teaching. he has his pride with his abilities and that could be considered confidence, right? doyun is pretty rad after all. probably the coolest one on team raven? haha.

“let me show you how to hold the bow and then we can move onto actually loading and drawing.” he nods to himself, sure that he just sounded very professional and mature. seb would be so proud (he thinks). “you want to stand with your feet on either side of this line about shoulder-width apart–oh this line is a shooting line for training. it helps you learn the stance.” he points to the line he’s standing on and then the one by her before demonstrating the stance. “posture and stance is important.”

[miaxjunghwa]

Puresnow couldn't help but think Doyun's little confident steps and enthusiastic demeanor would make him a good teacher, one day; he'd certainly have to be a little less reckless or clumsy overall, though. It wouldn't be much better if he raised a generation of babies who keep visiting the med wing…

Oh well, reflecting on a future generation of med wing regulars was not what she was here for. Puresnow would much rather focus on learning the basics of the bow from a child that might as well feel like her own, with how often she takes care of him.

"You want to stand with your feet on either side of this line about shoulder-width apart. Posture and stance is important."

With such a careful approach to posture and stance, Puresnow found herself rather fascinated. How tough would it be to think of the placement of your every limb while in the midst of battle? As careful as Junghwa considers herself, she's not one for thinking in the heat of the moment, preferring simpler weapons. Perhaps, she thought, this is a way of sharpening the focus I always strive for.

She kept watching Doyun's demonstration, taking in the details of his stance and hand placement on the bow. She noticed the smallest things were of utmost importance, even the angle at which your forearm is rotated when you draw the string…

She looked back to Doyun, and couldn't help but ask him a question to really get into the meat of things:

"With all of these things to think about and posture to take into consideration, how do you carry the bow with confidence on the battlefield without thinking you'll forget something? It seems easy to miss and be compromised in a fight."

Obviously, Junghwa believed in his skill. She just doesn't want to see him at the med wing more than she already does…

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WENDY | Feel My Rhythm Jacket Behind

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Casual Breakfast

miaxjunghwa​:

(…)

“Are we not ticking time bombs as much as they are? Some humans can have hidden agendas, some are on the verge of going insane due to stress. MEIA’s demons are humans that weren’t as lucky enough to be spared. No point in judging something as random as luck… If they killed me, then so be it.”

Clearly, Sero was someone who clung to life with his claws out: Junghwa, not so much.

Another sympathizer? He truly didn’t understand this idea MEIA agents had about demons, his frustration and confusion evident in the way his expression twisted to match. His voice sounded strained but he kept it level, not raising his volume. 

“I don’t…This isn’t a moral issue, it’s a practical one…Er, look,” He picks up the salt and pepper containers from the table, just hoping, somehow, that maybe a visualization will get someone to understand what he’s talking about. 

“Have you ever seen fireworks? Actually, uh…better: Imagine these are sticks of dynamite. Those are really dangerous.” He holds the pepper in his right hand and the salt in his left. Besides their contents, they were identical. 

“Both are identical. Each is packed with gunpowder, a dangerous substance that would kill you if it went off. Even unlit, you’d handle both with caution. Just like how you don’t point an unloaded gun at someone. Just in case.” 

“Now imagine…” He shakes the salt shaker. “That this one, is a human. And this one,” He shakes the pepper shaker. “Is a demon. Both can definitely kill you. They are the same. But…there is one difference.” He shakes the pepper shaker again. 

“This one’s fuse is lit.” “Are you going to continue to hold that dynamite? Is it ‘unfair’ that you drop it and get away from it and not the other? Are you afraid that that would hurt the dynamite’s, what, feelings?” He sets both containers down, leaning in, his expression serious. 

“It doesn’t stop there. Not only is that fuse lit, but you can’t see it, and you have no idea how long the fuse is.” He’s definitely having a hard time holding back his frustration. 

“Why would any sane person let this stick of dynamite near themselves or anyone they cared about?! It doesn’t matter if it ‘has feelings’ because it’s feelings won’t keep it from killing you.”

He shoves himself back in his chair, a little bit too forcefully. He lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in, crossing his arms and trying to calm down a little bit. 

“Sorry...look, I’m not judging them because I think they’re somehow ‘evil’ or ‘bad’ people. It’s a fact they’re not people anymore. It’s a fact that they’re going to turn, no matter how anyone feels about it. Why even take the risk when we don’t know when it will happen? Why endanger more lives when there’s so few of us left? Why is it ‘okay’?”

[miaxjunghwa]

Pepper, salt, dynamite, bombs… Junghwa realized the kid had a knack for metaphors as she watched him wave his arms around like he had just discovered gravity. With the most neutral expression, she simply replied:

"I'm surprised you didn't make a hot potato comparison there."

Her overall lack of expression and carefully straightened posture in her chair might end up bothering Sero - she could imagine him thinking, why isn't this getting through to her? - but what shocked her the most was how much Sero seemed to care about his life. Why would getting killed matter?

She was starting to think the only way anything would get through his own head was if he was infected himself. If he's so righteous, would he completely sacrifice himself after being infected and therefore losing his humanity? Junghwa was a bit too curious, and had to ask him.

She nodded. "It's bound to happen, it's true. But why join MEIA if you're running scared of death? We're confronting it directly, part of the job description."

She took a final sip of her tea, and placed it on top of her now empty salad plate.

"If you care about your life so much, what would you end up doing if you were infected? That's also a possibility…"

[miaxcastle]

fortune.

miaxjunghwa​:

(…)

“How many demons have you faced so far? If the bleeding is too severe, I’ll have to bring her back to the agency before it kills her.”

“More than I expected, that’s for sure.” At the moment it was difficult to recall. For some time they had two demons on them and during the combat there might have been a third, or more likely, it could have been the second one just coming back for a few last swipes when they thought it was already dead. Battles could get confusing, once it involved multiple targets. The fact that they went two versus two and didn’t come out with someone dead was already a small miracle, and then they ran into the weaker one that ended up doing the most damage. 

Glancing over to his injured teammate, Cheng’s brows furrowed. “You are right, I think we should head back.” Now that there was an additional person, travel would be safer. One could keep an eye out for any signs of danger while the other focused on carrying and taking care of Agent Jay. “Let me just call it in, I think we have scouted far enough anyway.” He clicked on his communication device to report on the situation, only to find it not working. 

“Strange.” He motioned for Junghwa to check hers. “This had never happened before.” Technology hadn’t usually been an issue. “Distance shouldn’t be a problem and we haven’t gone that far.” Cheng had a bad feeling about this. 

Picking up the unconscious agent, and making sure she was positioned as comfortably as she could be on his back considering the rifle holster, he turned to Puresnow once more. “Let’s go-” He barely had the time to finish his sentence before an unwanted visitor decided to make its presence known. 

Really? 

“My apologies, today is truly a day of misfortune.” The only great thing that happened so far on this mission was the fact Junghwa showed up. “Do you want to go ahead with her? I can take care of this.” One should not abandon their teammate, but considering the current circumstances, it was a perfectly viable option. Besides, walking away from a demon agent with his consent and encouragement was hardly going to be frowned upon.  

[miaxjunghwa]

More than expected… Junghwa thought there was something off about Cheng's statement - not that there was anything suspicious about it. The situation was strange. There's no way their unit was the only one to get attacked, so it's like there were too many demons for a specific reason.  She kept checking up on their injured teammate as thoughts of the most dreadful scenarios whirled around in her mind. 

Breathe, Junghwa. 

That was enough catastrophizing for now. They had important things to take care of, and she was supposed to be past this kind of thinking.  Though, this time, maybe those thoughts were right. She felt a weight press down on her shoulders as Agent Castle failed to make his communication device work.  She took her attention away from her patient for a brief moment to make hers work, but no luck. 

Junghwa gave Cheng a quick worried glance, knowing both of them felt uneasy over the situation. It only became worse as Junghwa noticed something approaching them, something they didn't want to face especially right now. 

Do you want to go on ahead with her? I can take care of this. 

Junghwa's duty as a medic, first and foremost, was to save lives.  It's exactly what she was supposed to do right now. What her heart told her to do, though, was to leave no one behind. And she certainly didn't want to leave someone she cared about so deeply to fight another demon. Though she knew it wasn't the right thing to do, she didn't find it so wrong. 

"Cheng, are you sure about that?" 

She asked him such a foolish question as she was stepping away with her injured teammate. Of course he'd say it's fine. He's a demon, anyway.  Most people would already call him a lost cause. 

Before leaving him, she took a few things out of her med bags: pills, bandages, supplements of all sorts. Puresnow went ahead and put them all directly in whatever space Cheng had left in his pockets and bags, and muttered to him, brows oh-so-slightly furrowed as she left with her future patient:

"Don't die on me." 

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“Hello - you’ll be happy to hear none of your protégés were involved in a fight today. I’m sure you don’t need more worries than what you already deal with”, she said with a gentle smile. 

Seb’s nature was similar to hers, except Seb seemed to show feelings she would prefer locking up inside her heart, with her service as medic the only thing she did to show that deep down, she cared.  Seb was, after all, the leader of Team Raven.  In a world where so many children are orphans, he’s the closest thing to a father. It’s only natural that he would feel and show his emotions. Junghwa was simply a medic - nothing more, nothing less. 

Even though she wasn’t one of Seb’s babies, he showed a little concern for her as he asked if she had any food recently. The truth is that she hadn’t, as her doctor duties take precedence over basic human functions when she gets carried away. 

“I haven’t had anything yet, would you mind getting a green tea at the cafe? It may take a while until I’m done straightening out the wing, and I’m not sure if I deserve a break”, she replied, having finally closed the filling cabinet. 

What use has a medic wing if it’s out of essential medicine, or the wrong things are given to the wrong patient? Today’s work may seem trivial, but is essential in the grand scheme of things. 

thankfully, agent puresnow confirms seb’s assumption that the med wing is clear of any of the agents he looks after, and more than that, confirms they didn’t get into any trouble today at all. he was going to take them not being here right now as a win, but no trips to the med wing at all? that’s a blessing. he wouldn’t put it past the kids to get in a fight and make it in and out of the med wing undetected by seb, but it comes as a relief that it isn’t the case today.

snow is right, too; he doesn’t really need more to worry about, so he lets out a breathy laugh, and a, “yeah.” naturally, this is just a small respite and blessing to count amongst a life of chaos as a senior agent in charge of a team full of baby agents (and seoyun, which came with its own different set of responsibilities.) “but there are still plenty of hours in the day for that to change,” he points out, and he laughs again. he thinks doyun has been working harder to avoid fighting these days, at least. sure, any day dojoon, the demon agent on his team, may snap and cause irreversible damage, but– seb doesn’t let thoughts like that plague him. it’s the only way he can stay sane and reliable, and his team needs him functioning well, if not all of meia.

it’s a lot of pressure on his shoulders, but he does his best to handle it well. in this broken world, everyone carries their own burdens. seb can manage more than many, so he tries to lighten the load of others if he can. maybe he doesn’t worry about snow as much as he should; she works hard– too hard –and in many ways, he sees himself in her. usually, he trusts the agents older than him to look after themselves; he can only help so many people, after all, as much as he hates that fact.

today, none of his team are beat up– at least not more than usual. that means he has a little more time and energy to spare on someone else, such as the medic in front of him now.

he frowns. he can’t say he’s surprised she hasn’t eaten, but he doesn’t approve. sure, he would probably do the same thing if he were in her shoes, but who said he can’t be a little hypocritical for the sake of others? “sure you deserve a break,” he argues, words with little heat behind them, only kindness and concern. “are the pill boxes going to go anywhere, do you think? will being short of six pain pills be the end of the world?” he teases.

“i’m sure lerissa will hold down the fort, and if you do happen to run out of any medicine, the healers will be able to make up for it with their enhancements.” he knows snow knows this, too, but he also knows this is what grief does: the over-preparation, the self-sacrificing, everything driven by an underlying fear of more loss.

“i’ll go get you the tea. do you want to come? if not, know i’m going to get you food too, so you better tell me what you want so i don’t have to guess.” he grins.

[miaxjunghwa]

Over time, Seb became a sort of dad to Junghwa, even though he was younger than her. She exhausted herself for the greater good of the agency, and neglected herself in the process. Will being short of six pain pills be the end of the world? No, it won't. She just found it hard to relax in a job that makes you feel like the world is constantly ending… Thank God for meditation, and for a man like Seb. Maybe she did deserve a break.

"I sure hope nobody comes in with any injuries while we're away for a bit… Though it is a pretty quiet day, isn't it?"

Seb was right, she wasn't the only one in this building who could help and heal. She was just used to putting all responsibility on her shoulders. If anything, there were better medics than her: she was only a junior, and she didn't have enhanced healing. It was fine. They'd be fine. Plus, her stomach was starting to growl loudly, so it really was time to go.

Junghwa felt a little bad for the leader, since he always worried about his babies all the time, and he now worried about her the one time he had a sort of day off. She figured it was in his nature, and that it was what makes him an excellent leader.

"I'll come with you. maybe I need to see a different environment for a while," she answered while putting away a cart full of vials packed with liquids that were surely completely unknown to Seb.

"I'm very particular with what I eat, I don't know if I'd have trusted you all alone despite your sense of responsibility…"

Junghwa tilted her head and smirked after that bit of banter. She was determined to keep a light demeanor so Seb wouldn't worry too much.

[miaxcastle]

fortune.

@miaxjunghwa

Either this mission was more dangerous than he had expected, or they were very unlucky. This duo ran into too many demons along this path to the point that Cheng, typically an overpacker, was running out of ammunition. And yes, it was only like 6 something still in the morning. 

Racking the last bullet into his rifle, he dropped to a kneeling position with his supporting hand on his knee to improve the balance. Since this bullet was so precious, it must hit on target perfectly.

And after that…

Cheng’s eyes flickered towards his injured teammate, whom he had propped into a sitting position against the tree behind his back. At this position, nothing could get to her without going through him first. The young agent stirred uneasily in her unconsciousness, sweat gathering above her brows. Earlier in combat, she was thrown into a tree. While there was no visible wounds and she was able to recover quickly enough to retaliate, damage was still done. Keen to complete the mission, she kept her pain to herself for some time, dismissing Cheng’s questions though her cheeks became paler with each step that she took.

Internal bleeding was what Cheng suspected and when her coordination began to go due to her blurred vision, he carried her on his back and accepted no further protests.

After this final bullet, he’d have to switch to the dagger. While Cheng was actually better at close range combat, such a fighting style would mean he’d be unable to keep an eye on his teammate.

The bushes rustled and Cheng’s thoughts drifted back to the situation at hand. He could afford to worry about everything else later, for now, he must take care of whatever was lurking in the woods.

With great patience he waited for the creature to show itself and when she finally did, Cheng’s furrowed brows eased and he put on a smile of relief. “A face that I am grateful to see,” he said, sliding his rifle back in its holster. “Agent Puresnow, Junghwa, you really do have impeccable timing.” He stepped aside to reveal his injured teammate, who very much needed this medic’s assistance. “What are you doing here? Did the agency assign you to join us?”

[miaxjunghwa]

Large scale missions like these always gave Junghwa a sense of unease. Their scale was a bit too grand for her, too imposing. Too important? That wasn't it, she reveled in her duties. Maybe it was the fact that the entire mission depended on everyone, and that every misstep could mean death to all.

She'd have to focus on her main purpose, making sure death was not a possibility.

Assigned to Castle's group, Agent Puresnow would arrive a little later due to extra preparation. She put deep trust in his combat skills and let herself not worry too much, until the rustling exit of the bushes revealed not only Cheng, but also a fellow agent who seemed to be in the worst of states. A deer in headlights look revealed she wasn't expecting such a surprise.

What are you doing here? Did the agency assign you to join us?

"Yes, some units were shuffled around and I was assigned to you two," she answered. "I'll be taking care of her now, please watch our surroundings for a moment." Out one of her many pouches, she revealed a bullet clip that perfectly matched Castle's rifle. She laid it on the ground in order to proceed to healing.

"It never hurts to have every single member of a team prepared. Take it, I've got my own."

She then proceeded to check up on the other woman. No external injuries but a seriously dazed look led her to think it was internal bleeding, or a concussion. Castle did lay her on the ground and she struggled to move, though - medic Puresnow knew what to do. Her lateness allowed her to be prepared, and she carried a small amount of liquid plasma with the rest of her things. It was precious so she didn't have much, but it would be enough to temper the bleeding until the girl was brought back to the agency. Or at least, she hoped.

As she took out the tube and the needle from her bags, she decided to ask Castle what exactly happened.

"How many demons have you faced so far? If the bleeding is too severe, I'll have to bring her back to the agency before it kills her."

[miayejin]

situation: weekly stretching session place: physical training grounds concerning: @miaxjunghwa​

        “oh my god.”, yejin mumbled against the yoga mat that she had come face to face with – quite literally as her nose had already come in contact with it and she was resisting the urge to let her head completely rest against it. deep down she knew, that these sessions would help her in the end, but she was quite puzzled as to how she would survive it. every time. agent puresnow seemed to be doing better, and yejin had started making up excuses in her head as to why, after all, she was younger, she was a medic, she was enhanced, her diet was probably better… just anything besides admitting she herself just wasn’t as flexible. 

        “is it really supposed to hurt this much?”, lurker spat out as she finally managed to move her body out of the position she had just been in, sitting down onto the mat. chest heaving with deep breaths, she used the back of her hand to wipe some of her sweat from her forehead. “i feel like i am about to snap in half.”, she admitted with a soft laugh, but the feeling was indeed there. 

        pushing her hair back behind her ears, she eyed the other for a moment. she felt at ease in her presence, luckily, and was glad to have her on her team as a medic. after all, good habits would hopefully last a lifetime and stretching once or twice a week was indeed something she had considered as a good habit - even if it made her suffer a little bit. 

        “you know what?”, she asked, turning around to kneel on the mat, arms stretching over her head as she tried to reach for the sun, head lulling around on her shoulders. “i think we deserve a big cup of coffee from the café.”, she suggested with a raise of her brow, hoping the other would be just as excited as she was herself. “and a cookie, maybe.”

[miaxjunghwa]

Never wander. Never spiral. Only focus. In front of me is an endless white wall, free of writing, free of symbols. I breathe in front of it, and the blank space swallows me whole.

Puresnow's blood was rushing to her head, though her mind remained in front of the imaginary wall. Headstands required incredible balance, and even stronger focus. To be fair, she had an advantage - any stretching pain she felt, she endured easily due to her enhancement - and so difficult yoga poses had become second nature to her. She believed in its power to strengthen both the body and mind, and often encouraged her peers to give it a try. It could only benefit individuals with duties as important as being a MEIA agent.

At that moment, it seemed like nothing could snap Junghwa out of her trance. Though something did, as her current yoga partner sat down with a thump on her yoga mat. Realizing the séance may be over, Junghwa ended her headstand as she gently put her feet back down on the ground.

Is it really supposed to hurt this much? I feel like I am about to snap in half…

Junghwa smiled at her senior's comment. Of course, she could hardly compare herself to anyone she did yoga with (after all her enhancement put her in a different league), but she believed the most important thing was the drive to improve and excel.

"You may feel like you're snapping in half, but it's proof you've put the effort in. No need for an enhancement when you have willpower…"

To her, Yejin was a strong woman. A well-respected senior she couldn't help but admire, having worked as an agent for so long. Though she may not be in the same state as she once was in her youth, she remained one of MEIA's pillars.

…And this pillar wanted to go grab a coffee and a cookie after the yoga session? To Junghwa, it seemed a little counterintuitive as cookies weren't post-workout food, but she wasn't going to no say no either. People always reminded her to take it easy, and so this time she would.

"Yes, let's go get some coffee and sweets. It's a reward after all this", she let out with a smile. "I think it's gonna be tea for me, though!"

[miadoyun]

to teach.

starter for @miaxjunghwa

the archery range is busier than doyun is really use to. but the teen normally finds himself there at random hours of the day and so being here mid morning sort of guarantees that there is going to be a handful of other agents. after all he isn’t the only archer in the agency even if he likes to pretend that he is. it wouldn’t be as much fun if he was the only one. no one to truly compete against and challenge himself against.

the teen rolls his shoulders back, testing them–especially his right one–to see if he’s too stiff. not that it would stop him if he was. he knows he would get scolded if he worked out when in pain but honestly doyun doesn’t care. he needs to keep getting better and he needs to be able to fight another day if hes going to keep his brother and new found family safe. there is no time for him to be injured and whining about it. even if his shoulder pulls a little when he turns it. he can manage.

“so…. you…. want to learn archery?” he turns his gaze to the older girl ( almost ten years his senior and yet he’s going to be showing her the ropes of his main weapon ). a nervous smile pulls across his lips and he holds up his bow rests it against his left shoulder. “umm, have you ever used a bow before?” he is trying to think what he had been told when learning how to shoot originally. the words alistair told him when he was just 17 and they had some free time during building. the older agent so kind as they explained.

he thinks, yeah – i can do this. he’s pretty good with his bow and he’s been using it everyday for over two years now so like that counts for something? yeah? right? hes going to say yes and move on.

[miaxjunghwa]

Weapon mastery was essential to survival. As an agent, with your main job being fighting horrifying creatures beyond normal human power, it was better to know how to handle a few guns or other tools. Luckily, agent Puresnow was rather hard to kill off due to her enhancement, but she believed knowing how to handle a couple weapons couldn't hurt. One would think she'd reach out to Alistair for training, but she settled on someone else.

Junghwa knew Doyun a lot better than some other MEIA agents, mainly because he seems to be incapable of staying away from the medic wing. Always fighting, always finding himself with a few cuts and bruises, he found himself treated over there very often. Junghwa didn't mind, because he did it for a very good reason - a brother must be defended, whether he's a demon or human. A loved one is a loved one.

She was aware that he was skilled with the bow, being his main weapon, and she was always interested in archery because as a medic, being able to fight from far away is a blessing: a medic's status can make or break a mission. It's a lifeline, if you will. Thus, she decided to learn archery from him, both for her own good, and to bond with one of her most faithful patients.

Standing upright with her hands clasped together in her back, she inquisitively observed Doyun's bow. Limbs… wheels… the string suppression system…she quietly identified parts she had read up on, thinking it would help her master the weapon more easily.

Have you ever used a bow before?

Junghwa lightly shook her head, indicating that she hadn't before. "No, this would be my first time. Archery is beautiful, and knowing how to handle another weapon can only be useful in critical situations."

Maybe Doyun would be able to make her see archery as an art and a hobby, rather than a method of survival…

[miaxcastle]

whirlwind.

miaxjunghwa​:

(…)

“Cheng, it’s me, Junghwa. If you need to say anything to anyone, don’t overreact and let me handle it. Stay put, tell me what to say. You may be…different, but as of right now you’re still the same friend to me.”

Anger didn’t come naturally to him. Cheng was born with an extra dose of tranquility, and even as a toddler he was not the type to fuss. He hadn’t felt rage much, until this very moment when he saw guns aimed at him. The agents had firm eyes, and Cheng realized there was an actual intention to shoot him, which they may have already acted upon if Junghwa wasn’t in the way. 

Really? 

“Where the fuck were you earlier?” He snapped, directing his voice over Junghwa’s shoulder and at the rest of her people. He didn’t really want to yell at his friend, especially when she was clearly trying to protect him, but had no such regard for her teammates. “Seaside agents point their guns at civilians now, is that it? Come to finish off what the demons couldn’t?” Cheng’s hands shook violently with outrage. “Where were you when the demons were killing us, huh? My mother is dead!” His outburst seemed to have unnerved the unfamiliar agents even more, and one of them was telling Junghwa to move. 

“Save your bullets for the demons, you bastards.” Why couldn’t he calm down? This wasn’t like him. Cheng told himself to breathe, but the fury inside him refused to subside and begged loudly for an outlet. So he brought his fist down to the boulder next to him, thinking the pain of his own knuckles cracking was what he needed to restore some clarity in his head. 

However, that was not what happened - his hand didn’t give away, the rock did. 

Cheng’s eyes shifted from the boulder, which had crumbled into three separate pieces, and then to his hand, which seemed…relatively intact all things considered. His gaze traveled from the back of his hand up his arm, widening at the black marks underneath his skin. 

Don’t overreact. You may be different. 

That was why people pointed their guns at him? Why his little sister screamed when he tried to hold her? Why negative energy lingered in the air but he couldn’t spot its source? 

“I…” He touched an unsteady hand to his neck. “No…no, this can’t be happening. It has to be a nightmare. None of this even makes sense. My mother wouldn’t sacrifice herself to save me…Nini would never duck away from my arms…I would never become a de-” He couldn’t even bring himself to say that word. “Junghwa,” he tore his eyes away from his dark marks and made an attempt to focus them on her. “I am having a terrible dream, right? Demons don’t talk, they lose their minds and just want to kill people.” That’s right…and Cheng was certainly having no problem talking. 

“You know what, shoot me,” he grabbed onto Junghwa’s shoulders and shifted her entire body to the left to give the other agents a clear shot. “Yes, just shoot me, it is fine.” That would be the fastest way to wake up, right?

[miaxjunghwa]

This wasn't the Cheng she once knew. The words that had come out of his mouth just now had a particular venom to them… Understandable, as he clearly hadn't realized his new nature. To anyone, having a weapon pointed at you - by people supposed to protect you - for being on death's doorstep was an abhorrent idea.

Although his behaviour was aggressive, the situation could still stay under control since he hadn't gone completely buckwild. Had I not been there, he'd already have been shot down, she thought. She would do anything to keep him alive, even if meant being on the receiving end of a few scratches.

Louder, louder - his voice was like a crescendo, peaking with the shattering of a boulder under his fist. It wasn't until he realized his new nature that he went quiet.

As Cheng kept muttering to himself in disbelief over what he had become, she touched the side of his face, hoping her steady hand would keep him calm.

Alas, it didn't work.

Yes, just shoot me, it is fine. That would be the fastest way to wake up, right?

Junghwa was pushed aside by Cheng, asking for death. As she was still close and he still had some common sense in him, she felt that her workmates wouldn't shoot him right away…except they did.

She took the opportunity to push him out of the way, rolling in the same direction until she landed on top of him. She quickly shuffled her stance to straddle his body, and imprison him under her legs. He'd be unable to move unless he actively tried to push her away again and hurt her, but it took a lot to hurt a girl like her - Cheng was aware of that fact because they'd known each other for a long time, and why would he hurt a friend, anyway? No way the other agents would shoot again unless they wanted to kill her.

Now that she had him pinned to the floor, she quickly bandaged the knuckles that were only slightly hurt by the impact on the boulder with the junior blue armband on her sleeve. It's not a bandage, but she assumed an act of care like that one would temper him again.

She gave him a motherly look, one that would never have been expected by a girl who was raised as the youngest for most of her life, and quietly whispered to him:

"Cheng, it's not a dream, you're not dead. But I'll take you home and take care of your wounds. Consider it a favor returned, after all your family has done for me."

To comfort the daughter and father further, she rolled back the sleeve of her outfit - under her arm was a scar made by one of the tougher days on the farm, making her instantly recognizable to the rest of family. For Cheng to calm down, the rest of his family had to feel like they were in safe hands, too.

Junghwa signaled the rest of her team to come over closer, hoping they'd sheath their weapons. It was unlike her to act like she led the mission, but the personal nature of it made her confident. She told her leader, "I know him. He's been turned, but he's not a lost cause yet. He's just afraid."

Deep down, she prayed this was enough to convince her troop.

[mia-zer0]

Casual Breakfast

miaxjunghwa​:

The farthest seats away were the quietest, a little bubble of heaven far from the rumbling stomachs, resonance of dropped utensils, and idle gossip all expected from a café.

More often than not, Puresnow is near-silent company to workmates who sit somewhere in the middle of the tables, but on other days, she preferred to stay within the confines of her head. After all, mental discipline and focus are the key to balanced and unbothered living.

This time around though, she wasn’t alone in the extremity of the room. Across from her, a young boy was devouring food she hadn’t tasted in years: a tooth-rotting muffin, frowned upon by every health-conscious agent in the building. Puresnow was such an agent: health equaled performance, and performance equaled life or death, depending on the context. The muffin plate stood in sharp contrast to her 20% protein, 25% carbs, 10% healthy fats and 35% vegetables meal. She found herself staring a bit too long at the muffin as she calmly sipped a cup of black tea - nevermind the fact that Sero might catch her staring and judge her. Junghwa was his medic and so it was only natural for her to scold him, whether it’s through words or slightly disappointed stares.

“How about preparing for missions through food, agent Zer0?”

Puresnow accepted the fact that this quiet morning would turn into a lecture, as expected of the nature of her job…

Sero grumbled at his teammate, who was also deciding to comment on his eating habits. Taking a hearty chug of his iced coffee, he washed his bite of muffin down before giving the other a more tired than angry glare.

“Agent Puresnow, I’d like to save the assessment of my eating habits for my next medical evaluation. If you don’t mind, that is.” He normally wouldn’t sass a superior but he’d just gotten done being nagged and thought he’d be able to find some solace at a table that was occupied by one of the only normal agents on his team. It was bad enough they were surrounded by demons on team Falcon, did one of the medics have to be on his ass too?

“If anything, with demons on our team I probably don’t have to worry about living long enough for it to become a problem anyway.” He may be brand new to MEIA, but he was firmly in the camp of not ever trusting any demon agents. Ever. Having one on his team was suicide, let alone two. It had been a thorn in his side for the latter part of a week since he found out. He had no idea how everyone else stood for it. 

“How do you even stand it? That there’s just ticking time bombs walking around among us?”

[miaxjunghwa]

"I think I need to exert my medic duties anytime I can, but fair enough - if you enjoy that muffin, so be it." she cracked a tiny smile, and quietly murmured "it's not like I'd take it away from you..."

Junghwa kept sipping on her green tea, occasionally putting it down to cut tiny pieces of cabbage in her plate. Small pieces equal careful chewing, and careful chewing meant better digestion and absorption of nutrients. Between her careful method of eating and the balance of her meal, she knew she was optimizing her diet for maximum mission performance.

If anything, with demons on our team I probably don't have to worry about living long enough for it to become a problem anyway.

Junghwa found Sero's words rather perplexing though understandable. Both figuratively and almost literally, he was a baby. The image of his loved ones dying to a demon was still fresh in his mind. Rather ironic that he was put in the same team as two demons, too. But she knew that it was part of the higher ups' plan: for MEIA to work successfully, humans and demons need to work as a team, even if tension is palpable. Sooner or later, Sero will learn to deal with them.

How do you even stand it? That there's just ticking time bombs walking around among us?

The boy's idea of a morning chat was a strange one. Breathe in, breathe out. Her morning peace will not be shattered by philosophical musings. She put down her utensils, and replied:

"Are we not ticking time bombs as much as they are? Some humans can have hidden agendas, some are on the verge of going insane due to stress. MEIA's demons are humans that weren't as lucky enough to be spared. No point in judging something as random as luck... If they killed me, then so be it."

Clearly, Sero was someone who clung to life with his claws out: Junghwa, not so much.

[mia-zer0]

Casual Breakfast

((Open RP! :D ))

“Son, don’t you eat real food? I’m bound to rip one of those muffins ‘outta your mouth if I don’t see you down in the cafeteria today.” 

Sero was told the café lady was a kind and sweet old lady. Sero has yet to see this. He suspects she was informed of his habits of not wanting to eat what these people call ‘real food.’ Having lived his life out in the West Ward until just a few weeks ago, he was way more used to packaged goods as sustenance. It wasn’t his fault food without preservatives or copious amounts of sugar tasted weird. But MEIA was insistent on ‘healthy’ agents, thus the old lady on his ass about eating pastries.

Sero simply grumbled and sat in the farthest seat away to properly sulk with his morning coffee. The lady running the café sighs and tsks before turning to go back to her routine, sweetly calling out to her daughter as if she hadn’t just been nagging him. Finally in blissful silence, Sero enjoys the sugary blueberry muffin. Much better than eggs or salad or whatever the heck they had downstairs… 

These muffins were so good he’s half inclined to actually listen to the woman and show up in the cafeteria today.

[miaxjunghwa]

The farthest seats away were the quietest, a little bubble of heaven far from the rumbling stomachs, resonance of dropped utensils, and idle gossip all expected from a café.

More often than not, Puresnow is near-silent company to workmates who sit somewhere in the middle of the tables, but on other days, she preferred to stay within the confines of her head. After all, mental discipline and focus are the key to balanced and unbothered living.

This time around though, she wasn't alone in the extremity of the room. Across from her, a young boy was devouring food she hadn't tasted in years: a tooth-rotting muffin, frowned upon by every health-conscious agent in the building. Puresnow was such an agent: health equaled performance, and performance equaled life or death, depending on the context. The muffin plate stood in sharp contrast to her 20% protein, 25% carbs, 10% healthy fats and 35% vegetables meal. She found herself staring a bit too long at the muffin as she calmly sipped a cup of black tea - nevermind the fact that Sero might catch her staring and judge her. Junghwa was his medic and so it was only natural for her to scold him, whether it's through words or slightly disappointed stares.

"How about preparing for missions through food, agent Zer0?"

Puresnow accepted the fact that this quiet morning would turn into a lecture, as expected of the nature of her job...

[miaxcastle]

whirlwind.

tw: violence, death

Five years ago, before there was demon agent Castle, there lived a young man named Yao Cheng. He lived a simple but satisfying life and every harvest gave him a sense of purpose and fulfillment. Living in this city full of tragic stories, he always knew of the dangers lurking around every corner. On the day the disaster actually occurred, however, it still managed to take him by surprise. Within hours everything that they had built was gone and it left everyone…hopelessly lost. 

Breathe. 

His hands shook, but his eyes were dark with determination. Two demons had decided to visit the farm and that number alone meant their chances of survival was minimum. Everyone in the family understood that, but they’d be damned if they took this lying down. Cheng’s mother calmly loaded her rifle and aimed it towards the head of the creature her husband was trying to restrain with his hammer. Cheng and his younger sister struggled with the other demon. When he reached out with the intention of yanking the thing off of her, Cheng thought his efforts would be fruitless. Somehow - quite miraculously - it actually worked. Maybe he was stronger than he thought, or perhaps whatever deity that was still awake in this city decided to bless him in that moment of need. 

Blood splashed all over his hands when he sank his axe into the demon’s neck. The sensation of slicing into someone made Cheng feel sick to his stomach, but he tried to talk himself out of it. Pretend it’s a chicken, he told himself. A large, shrieking chicken with pointy teeth. Those thoughts enabled him to raise his wood-chopping axe again, and lunge towards the creature. 

It was a valiant effort, but all good things must come to an end. Bullets ran out, and so did energy. Cheng was literally too tired to roll out of the way when the still alive demon came for his heart. His mother, the one person that he’d never expect to come to his rescue, put herself between him and the danger. Even with her body in between, he felt the demon’s claw through his chest, only not as deeply. 

His mother wrapped her arms around him and run her fingers through his hair with a smile. Cheng couldn’t remember the last time she did that, and the peace her gesture brought him dulled the pain. Death didn’t feel awful, and in a way, this was his ideal demise - surrounded by family, loved and after giving survival his best effort. 

Noises woke him up from what was supposed to be his wonderful eternal slumber. Cheng’s eyes snapped open and scanned his surroundings, noting down several unfamiliar faces. His mother was lifeless in his arms and his little sister was trying to say something to him with fear in her eyes. His stepdad had his back facing Cheng, and seemed to be attempting communication with the unfamiliar bunch. Everyone’s mouths were moving, but the words they spoke somehow made no sense. 

Cheng pushed himself into a sitting position, narrowing his eyes. The first coherent thought formed in his head prompted him to kill, and it directed his gaze towards his stepdad’s vulnerable back. Cheng shook his head, not understanding. That thought didn’t feel like his thought, and his body didn’t feel right either. If anything he should be in pain and struggling for breaths, but instead he felt powerful. 

There was one familiar face among the unfamiliar, and she (@miaxjunghwa) took a few steps closer despite her people’s warning looks. “…attack…demon.” Some words finally began registering. Demon…that’s right. Was the demon still alive? Cheng’s hand felt around on the ground for his axe as he moved to scoop his little sister closer to protect her. Where was the demon? There was negative energy in the area still, he saw it from his peripheral vision each time he turned. But where was it? Where? 

His little sister screamed, pushing him away. She seemed afraid, but why? If anything, fear should make her want to crawl into his arms, not away from them. Cheng didn’t comprehend. Nothing was making sense. 

[miaxjunghwa]

In a sense, field missions quickly became routine to Puresnow. It takes a very strange world for fighting and death to become as common as drinking coffee for breakfast, but as an agent of MEIA, this is how you live - even if you're a baby.

The normalcy she expected from this mission was ripped to shreds when she assessed the location: this place was too familiar. Images of fresh produce and memories of afternoon naps under a tree ran through her mind as she laid her eyes on the modest little cabin guarded by meticulously planted greenery.

In a hurry uncharacteristic of her usual behavior, she urged her team to rush into the house, even if it could alert whatever's inside.

The picture was grim: A grown man pleading for help. A younger girl covered in blood and tears. A woman, probably a mother, pierced in half through the stomach. In the middle of this scene was something even more shocking to Puresnow: it was someone she once knew well. And that's when she realized she knew everyone in the scene from a long time ago. Naturally, time had changed them, and the pained expressions twisting their faces left them completely unrecognizable.

Until she saw Yao Cheng.

Surviving around Invicta wasn't easy for a group of orphans struggling in the streets, but families like this one would offer some of the little food they had and hospitality in exchange for manpower in the fields. Yao Cheng, only a few years her junior, was the child she got along with the most - she spent a lot of time with him, so to her, he hadn't changed too much.

This time around though, something was different. Not in his face, not in his build. She could sense it. Had he killed his mother? His father and sister were looking at him like he was a monster, but Junghwa didn't see any aggression in his demeanor despite the very different aura he was emanating.

She approached him carefully due to his new nature, but with a hint of openness as she reminisced about their older days. The rest of her team were motioning her to stay back, but all she did was turn her head for an instant to give them a quick look as she kept going.

Only a few feet away from Yao Cheng now, she crouched to take a closer look at his face, making sure she would get away quickly enough if something got a hold of him. Even then, she knew her body could withstand more than a normal human. Trying to get communication going between all parties here was now her personal focus of the mission. She was dedicated to the cause and if killing was necessary, so be it; but she didn't want to leave for dead yet another companion who lent a hand when she needed one.

She swept her hair back, hoping a clearer look at her face would make the now-demon boy recognize her and understand she meant no harm.

"Cheng, it's me, Junghwa. If you need to say anything to anyone, don't overreact and let me handle it. Stay put, tell me what to say. You may be…different, but as of right now you're still the same friend to me."

[miaxseb]

––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– « checking in

seb is usually busy, and he tends to like it that way. of course, the occasional time to take a breath is nice, and even he, with his workaholic nature, knows it’s necessary. still, it’s in his nature to find something to do. he just wants to help, and he’s built such a reputation for himself that it seems like someone in meia needs his help most of the time.

right now, however, he has a moment to himself, and instead of taking advantage of it to try to relax– because who would do that? –he decides to offer his help to people that may not need it, or at the very least didn’t ask for it.

well, it’s both that and to ease some of his own worries. being a meia agent, or even surviving in the world they live in, is a dangerous task. he happens to surround himself with many reckless people with little regard for their own well being; it feels like one of his baby agents, or another agent he trained or took it upon himself to look after regardless of the team they were on, are always in the med wing. then there’s daesu, who is also in the med wing often enough, usually because…he’s hiding from responsibilities, not because he’s actually injured.

lerissa and the others might be growing tired of his presence by now, but it doesn’t stop him from checking in from time to time, just to make sure no one he knows is in critical condition without his knowledge, and to ask the medics on the scene if he can get them anything. his lifetime in all forms of the agency have ensured he knows most of them quite well, but even if he didn’t, he would have no trouble offering his assistance regardless.

today, it seems quiet, or at least as quiet as things ever get when the world outside is full of bloodthirsty demons. everyone is in stable condition, most asleep, no medics running to and fro. temporary peace. even though the medical wing is so often a matter of life and death, the site of tragedy after tragedy, in moments like this, there’s a gentleness to it that seb is grateful for.

maybe it’s the medics themselves that build that atmosphere. certainly, agent puresnow contributes to it, and she’s the first one he sees– the only one, actually. maybe the others are out in the field or getting something to eat. it makes him worry just a little, because he knows her tendency to be self-sacrificing, if only because he’s the same. maybe it’s hypocritical of him, but he wants to look out for her. “hey snow,” he greets her. “i was just stopping by to make sure none of my kids got into a fight again without anybody telling me,” and he laughs. it’s true really, but it’s a little funny too. god knows how often doyun and jinseo get into fights and need patching up.

“have you eaten lately? i can go pick something up for you if you want.”

      « @miaxjunghwa

[miaxjunghwa]

Acetaminophen… fully stocked. Adhesive bandages… fully stocked. Bacitracin and warfarin… some of the inventory gone? 

Puresnow figured one of the latest missions featured a few nasty cuts and potentially dangerous infections. She duly noted the missing pills and ointments in her mind for later restocking, hoping they wouldn't run out of such important medicine anytime soon. 

Today was one of those rare peaceful days, where the most dramatic noise heard in the medic wing would be the clacking of pillboxes empty one moment, then filled up the next. Such tedious work suited Puresnow's personality more than medical interventions where a life was on the line, and so she savoured the moments where nothing happened - they could be interrupted anytime by the outcome of a very bad mission. 

In fact, a familiar face interrupted her as she was ordering patient files in a dull grey cabinet that was surprisingly clean, for the amount of blood it must have been covered with ever since being placed there.  Thankfully, the interruption wasn't serious enough that she'd have to clean it herself, as Seb, the babies' strong little guardian (she liked to consider him little, as he was younger than her), was the one who walked in. Unsurprisingly, he was there to check up on his precious little children, in case they had gotten in trouble again. 

"Hello - you'll be happy to hear none of your protégés were involved in a fight today. I'm sure you don't need more worries than what you already deal with", she said with a gentle smile. 

Seb's nature was similar to hers, except Seb seemed to show feelings she would prefer locking up inside her heart, with her service as medic the only thing she did to show that deep down, she cared.  Seb was, after all, the leader of Team Raven.  In a world where so many children are orphans, he's the closest thing to a father. It's only natural that he would feel and show his emotions. Junghwa was simply a medic - nothing more, nothing less. 

Even though she wasn't one of Seb's babies, he showed a little concern for her as he asked if she had any food recently. The truth is that she hadn't, as her doctor duties take precedence over basic human functions when she gets carried away. 

"I haven't had anything yet, would you mind getting a green tea at the cafe? It may take a while until I'm done straightening out the wing, and I'm not sure if I deserve a break", she replied, having finally closed the filling cabinet. 

What use has a medic wing if it's out of essential medicine, or the wrong things are given to the wrong patient? Today's work may seem trivial, but is essential in the grand scheme of things.