imperfection

♔ "I was just guessing at numbers and figures // Pulling your puzzles apart // Questions of science; science and progress do not speak as loud as my heart"

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collect call ; haejin

[mxsungjong-deactivated20160711]

The comment takes him by surprise, but it doesn’t last very long because there’s a scowl back on his face just a few moments after. He chooses not to say anything about it however and just continues to frown, aware of the fact that he looks like a brat. Despite the frown on his face, Sungjong listens to the older intently. There was a time when he was younger that he had to go through his family’s history, seeing as that being a hunter was a tradition and studying his origins would help him better understand his purpose. He didn’t really care for it back then, grumbling about how dead people wouldn’t really help him become a good hunter. But now, the younger vampire only wants to laugh at the irony of it all. Still, there was something oddly comforting about having someone from his family go through the same thing. Sort-of.  Though there was no lie that he was definitely curious as to why the older had let that happen. He did come from a hunter family after all, he should’ve known better. Then again, so should have Sungjong and yet here they are. “ Wow, it’s comforting to hear that apparently this runs in the family “ Sungjong says dryly. Feeling like this encounter wasn’t gonna be short-lived, he takes a seat on a patch of grass, legs dangling over the hole of his supposed grave, looking down at the older vampire who’s eating a piece of candy. “ Are there any more secret relatives I should know about or is it just you? “ .

[mxhaejin]

“The only family members that I’m acquainted with are the ones six feet underground,” he said, staring pointedly at the shovel. The vampire’s eyes travel to the clumps of grey, stale dirt and he’s reminded of decaying brain matter, a thought that puts an easy smile on his face. “I don’t have much interest in keeping in touch with living people,” he said, “My only rendezvous with the family involve chronology charts, ancestral trees, and clippings from obituaries.”

Haejin shrugs -- it’s a quick and carefree little movement under the moonlight.

“So tell me: what are you doing standing out in the cold instead of staying warm inside your casket?” he asked, “What happened to you, hm?” Amusement flickers in his gaze, shown in glints and glimmers from eyes dark enough to blend with the night. “I can’t imagine that you did this willingly,” he said.

It was then that something inside him stirred. He wasn’t used to feeling a pang in his chest, a deep and heavy pang that reminded him a heart existed underneath his cold shell. His expression softened. His smile faltered. His voice shrank in volume.

“You aren’t living all alone, are you?”

[mxhaejin]

I honestly only made this because that grinch gif defines him. 

“...in time to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling, and slip slowly into madness.”

[mxhaejin]

ooc;

hey friends! so i have to go buy a mattress (?) , so i’ll get to haejin replies when i come back!

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house call

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“On the contrary, I’m actually amused.” While listening to his story, Sunyoung couldn’t help but quirk her eyebrow at some of the highlights of it. His memories mentioned were probably the ones most important to him in terms of how he was today, and she found herself making connections to her own history. “When I was younger, I would pretend my hand was a knife to cut my classmates with because I wanted to see what would happen if they were cut a certain way.  My parents and teachers didn’t take it lightly and advised me not to do it again. But I wasn’t scared out of it. I didn’t fear a lot of things when I was younger, and I don’t fear them now. I just turned to something more socially acceptable than that.”

Drawing. Her sketchbook at home was a reflection of her thoughts; the torn skin, the broken bones, the anatomy of muscles with as much detail as she could. Her art was her passion. The macabre was her drug. The bodies she worked with were her inspiration.

Her family never really enjoyed that side of her, a frown (or something akin to disgust) ever present on their faces for as long as it was a topic. But while growing older, her parents weren’t in control of her life anymore. She applied for her own universities, and found enough support outside of her family to move to Busan on her own. She was already independent (or as independent as she could be having a twin sister) for her to live on her own. “And when I told them that I was studying something related to corpses, they were not the most supportive, but said that it made sense to them.”

She smiled, hopefully answering most of his questions. And sure she already had a strange attraction for this man, but it further increased with their conversation. “I’d say that our childhoods were similar.”

[mxhaejin]

“I don’t believe I’ve ever successfully hit the socially acceptable mark,” he said, a bemused smile on his face, “But it’s not high on my priority list either.”

Gleaming, black eyes narrowed and glanced down at the scattering of notes and diagrams before them. There was an intensity to his stare, like the eagle sizing up its weakly rodent prey. The vampire inhaled deeply, then held his breath for a full two minutes of supernatural stillness. He stood frozen as his unbeating heart, completely lost in the whirlwind of his own thoughts.

How often does one stumble upon a human like this? A young, delicious smelling human who could stomach the macabre? His brow furrows and he looks back up at the girl, even if it’s only for a second, and looks back down. A human like her would make excellent company for a lifestyle having turned too lonely for his liking. Besides, he could always use an assistant.

Haejin finally breathes against, his broad chest rising and falling peacefully. “Would you like to visit my practice sometime?” he asks. The vampire tilted his head to the side. It suddenly struck him that he didn’t know if he could handle any answer but “yes”.

Well, he could always kidnap her but that would make all their future conversations awkward.

“Sometimes, I come across diseases and predicaments you might find interesting,” he said, “I would enjoy...someone like-minded...to carry a conversation with as I dissect something peculiar.”

The vampire blinked.

“Are you...interested?” he asks.

He gives a short, curt nod.

“I’ll even loan you some of my scalpels.”

[mxhaejin]

Pinched // Jeongyeon

@mxjeongyeon

Werewolves rightfully disgusted him, the doctor within him never ignored a medical emergency. “Got your foot caught in a silver trap, have you?” he sighed, “All these damn hunters are spreading like a disease.” He’s chewing on a square of hard candy, twirling the melting thing with his tongue, as he knelt down to inspect the trap.

“The more you struggle, the greater likelihood that foot will need to be amputated,” he said, tutting his tongue, “You poor things...caught between man and beast. I don’t know how you people do it.”

He zipped open his backpack and extracted a pair of thick, heavy-duty leather gloves  to protect his skin. He never trusted these types of traps; he’d rather not have his bare flesh grip a trap made of melted crosses or haven been giving a blessing by a drunken priest. Hunters were tricky and he didn’t like taking chances. He gripped both sides of the trap and then using all his strength, yanked the jaws apart to free the werewolf’s pinched foot.

[mxhaejin]

Last Friday Night // Tzuyu

@mcxtzuyu

It wasn’t a pretty sight to see.

“There’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for all of this,” he said, “If you put your cellphone down, then I’ll put my knife down.” The bloodied blade wasn’t pointed at her, but held loosely in pale hands held high above his head. He didn’t want the police force getting involved; the Counsil would string him up like a scarecrow if he caused even the slightest human suspicion.

“If you’d just give me a moment, then I can explain everything,” he sighed, “There’s no need to worry about the bad men behind me. They’re both very, very dead.” 

Park Haejin looked like a serial killer with blood smeared across his pale face and splattered on his clothes. The twitchy look to his eyes didn’t help the situation either, but he did his best to remain calm. “I have no intention of hurting you.”

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house call

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“Those people just don’t know that they’re holding back precious information for the advancement of science.” Needless to say, it was disappointing for those loved ones to refuse when most bodies would be burned into ash and presented nicely in an urn. It was a waste of a sample.

As the conversation turned towards herself, just a fraction of a second was where she showed weakness; dilated eyes giving off her instinctive reaction of being under the eyes of someone who could see right through her. She necessarily didn’t brag about her interests, but her love of macabre was something that she didn’t hide either. “That’s perceptive,” she commented once the shock wore off from her body.

The file in her hand was placed on her desk above the folders and books lined up nicely in the organizer. Fortunately, not everything on her desk met their fate on the floor. “Yes, I am interested in it.” She continued on with her explanation if the doctor still had curious ears to listen.

“There’s so much we’ve learned from the human body, and still so much we can do with it. Our studies are always advancing and lead to revealing something that was once a remedy turning out to be a poison. No one would know this unless there was someone in the field willing to look through it in detail and the stomach to witness it. I think of those bodies as art pieces to study.” One’s lifetime was the canvas, the choices made were the medium, and our experiences up until our demise were the tools that filled the blank spaces with color. “And your emphasis is studying those oddities?”

[mxhaejin]

“Perceptive doctors are the only ones worth visiting,” he said. Haejin spoke with a calm tone of authority, similar to a teacher rattling off common facts in a pre-requisite class. He wasn’t there to boast about his accomplishments, but instead answer all questions the forensics team had for him. Like a good doctor, he performed every task with extreme precision and punctuality. One would expect someone with such a strict work ethic to have a hard, cold personality that froze everything it touched. Haejin may be blunt, but he was in a perpetual state of exploration and investigation; he was a kindergartner stumbling through flower patches with a butterfly net in hopes of the next great catch. 

“I’ve never thought about it in such romanticized terms. You’re quite fascinating yourself, if I’m being perfectly honest. Have you always thought that way?” he asked, “How long ago did you know that this was the profession you wanted to choose? Not too many people are interested into the gory side within this branch of science and medicine, you know. I can’t help but wonder if we’re similar.” Haejin couldn’t help his curiosity. How often did he come across young humans -- women, in fact -- that shared his love of all things morbid? Of course, one would be mistaken to confuse his need of information for infatuation. “Most people consider this type of research taboo,” he said, teasing lightly, “You don’t happen to be afraid of ghosts and ghouls, do you? No zombies and vampires that rise from the dead for revenge?”

The vampire gave a small nod before answering the next question. Talking about his passion never failed to excite him, animating an undead body usually standing bored and still. His energy, perhaps enhanced by his vampiric charm, could easily infect a room and carry others along for the ride.

“I was a rather sickly child, so I did more observing than playing,” he said, “I loved reading -- horror and mystery books in particular -- and eventually stumbled onto medical books. There was something fascinating about watching the children outside scrape their knees or break a bone, so I’d always turn back to books and learn about it. I pretended to dissect dolls and I loved peeling apart plants, anything to see the inside of what made something tick. I’m not too invested on outward appearances. I like knowing exactly how things work, so I focus on solving problems people claim are impossible. Oddities fascinate me because most people are too afraid to touch them.”

Did he give away too much detail?

“Sometimes I forget that certain people aren’t comfortable with topics like that,” he sighed, “Did I unsettle you?”

[mxhaejin]

plot call!

haejin is in desperate need of plots! inbox me if you have any ideas or please like this for a random starter! if you want a short chat and not a para, let me know too?

[mthjaejoong]

muted

[mthjaejoong]

What Jaejoong gets is not what he expected to find. 

The ones that had given him this vampire’s name, they’d had a word or two of advice for Jaejoong as well, saying he was perhaps better off giving up on his magic entirely rather than seeking Haejin’s help. But the teenager was deaf to words of caution then, his mind already made up that he’d do nearly anything if it meant being able to feel alive as he once did, if it meant having the power to actually matter to others through his magic back at his fingertips. Yet while he’d been unheeding of their words before, now, Jaejoong can’t help but to have them quickly whispering back at him through his memories. Even as clouded as his thinking process seems to be these days, like he’s a regular human afflicted with a head cold, Jaejoong can still hear their words of warning echoing every word the vampire before him now speaks. 

With a beanie worn low on his brow, his hands tucked deep into his jacket pockets, the collar of the same jacket turned up over his neck, all to hide the marks, even this way he doesn’t feel protected in the vicinity with this particular personality Haejin is displaying (that lollipop just doesn’t seem to be putting the warlock at ease). Still, he can’t help but to remind himself that no other would likely be crazy enough to think there was any helping him, he who had little to offer in exchange, and with a very powerful coven leading mother likely on the lookout for her young runaway son. Small mercy to now be utterly invisible since she couldn’t trace him with his magic any more. 

“Its…” The question of ‘what he’s doing there’ seems to stump Jaejoong for a moment, because does he reply honestly and tell this vampire far more emotional information than is necessary? No, he’s able to cut off his honest tongue well enough, to try and focus only on the facts, not on how he feels dead inside without his magic, how he’s alone and desperately wants to change that. 

“My magic has been sealed, by other witches, and I’d like to get it back, I was told you could help, I came to you for help, with this…” he informs the other, eyes on the heavy door, his heartbeat picking up a bit at the unknown of what might be behind it. “You can help this, can’t you?”

[mxhaejin]

The heavy door creaks open, revealing a laboratory with both the privacy and comfortable seating that he’d described upstairs. He holds open the heavy entrance for his young guest, then gives him a grin of clenched teeth. “Make yourself at home, it’s not like I bite.”

Haejin soon follows, strolling past bubbling beakers and curious samples floating in jars. “I’ll only be as helpful as you’ll let me,” he replied, “Anybody with a brain can see a depressed warlock who wants his magic back, but they never bother to look further than that. Magic is tied with everything we are -- our emotions, our name, our personality, and our very souls if we still have one. If you want this to be successful, you’ll have to be honest with me.” 

He spends most of his time in the laboratory, so it appears a combination of a basement-turned-lounge and the dungeon where Frankenstein was born. The vampire easily pulls up a couch, pats the cushions in place for his young patient, than takes a seat behind his desk. A pale, slender hand lovingly brushes atop the two human skulls sitting by the pencil jar. “Do you know why I’m interested in you?” he asked, “I’ve dedicated my life to studying the links between science and magic, so what better case to take up than hunting for lost magic? Contrary to what everyone will tell you I’m not crazy, not hungry for a young warlock’s blood, and actually very good at what I do. So, tell your heartbeat to settle down and introduce yourself. I want you to start your story from the beginning and don’t spare me any details.”

Haejin mumbles under his breath about  “those ingrate mages jealous about my ghost intangibility theories always trying to tarnish my reputation” and grabs a clipboard. 

“Kim Jaejoong -- that’s the name I have written down for you, correct?” he asks, glancing over his notes, “Begin when you’re ready and I’d rather you not lie to me.”

He yanks open a desk drawer and fiddles with the contents.

“I hate liars.”

Then, he pulls out a small stash of hard candy; lollipops, mints, caramels, and little wrapped chocolates. “Have some candy,” he offers, “Oh, but I wouldn’t touch the lollipops.”

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house call

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Sunyoung closed the file then, but not without writing some of the important notes down of what the doctor said. It would definitely help for later, and maybe help the detectives with their investigation. It was strange: she hadn’t really seen the legal side of things, just what they had to figure out with the body, but she had the opportunity to er, peek at some of the files of the crimes that were still open. It seemed like many of the cases in Busan involved some unsolvable crimes, like humankind hadn’t the technology nor the knowledge to attain all the details yet.

But she was getting off topic, looking at the man again as he spoke. The way that he looked was unkempt, but combined with how confident he was in his medical field, Sunyoung thought that his brain was more important than his appearance. He was a doctor, so he theoretically knew how to take care of himself. With someone who had a brilliant mind like his, and the compliment about her capabilities to boot, well, honestly it was right up Sunyoung’s alley. Though, she could be imagining this like some medical drama setting.

Wait, where were they? Ahem. Right, the body. “I’m sure my superiors wouldn’t deny your request.” But if they did, he was intriguing enough for him to go behind their back to give him some. “However, I would like to ask you if this case of FOP has been different from others you worked on, if that’s the reason why you’re asking for a sample.”

[mxhaejin]

“There’s all this pesky protocol involving me getting permission to take a little vial of marrow,” he said, “I’ll spend hours filling out these annoying little forms, only for the deceased’s family to decide they don’t want me sawing open their precious son or daughter. Nevermind that they’re dead, done, and could save lives. It’s a long, long process that I’ve been unsuccessful in so far.”

He peeled off one of his latex gloves so he can scratch the side of his face. Even if he was unkempt, at least he was pretty strict about shaving in the morning. He preferred using an actual barber’s knife because those pathetic, plastic razors sold in bright pinks and dark blues never gave him the precision he wanted. Haejin’s funny like that; he’ll spend good chunk of his morning carefully trimming his face smooth, carefully pat on aftershave, spritz himself with cologne, and then leave his hair in the same tangled state it’s been in for a week and a half.  

“Are you interested in things like that?” he asked, “Peculiar things and whatnot? It wouldn’t surprise me; you had this twinkle in your eyes when the conversation turned morbid.” 

His expression didn’t betray whether he considers a trait like that positive or negative. He gave her a curious stare, his intense gaze giving the poor woman one hundred percent of his focus.

[mxhaejin]

ooc;

i’m literally about to pass out, so i’ll post some much owed haejin replies tomorrow morning. ;A; sorry for the delay everyone!

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house call

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This man looked very knowledgeable. That was for a lack of a better word. A better way to describe him was… well, strange, but very acquainted in the field. No wonder the other departments respected him.

Her muscles twitched seeing her documents dropping off of the desk, that little irritation rising in her chest as he messed up her own organization. But calm down, Sunyoung. Remember that he’s here to reveal answers. He was a superior, someone who she should respect too. But really, he could have said something about moving her things and she would have moved them. As he spread out the papers then, she knelt down to at least put them into a neat pile for pickup later.

"The question now is about how the growth got into the body.” She grabbed the victim’s file from the while she stood up and flipped through the pages until she landed on the one she was looking for. “The man has no history of medical problems aside from hypertension. Something could have clogged up his arteries, but he was medicated for this condition. I don’t think that would have been a cause for the growth to appear.”

Granted, this was the first for her to hear of such a disease, so her knowledge about the subject was little to none. When the doctor was finished, she would make sure to research more about this to further help the detectives while assisting the autopsy. Sunyoung had no choice but to look down at the doctor’s notes for now and see if she could make sense of them herself. As she thought back on the body brought to them, it was… spectacular. “Could it have been from a substance inserted orally that aggravated something?”

[mxhaejin]

“Ah, the beauty of this disease is that it’s purely genetic,” he said, “Normally, injuries and illnesses trigger the growths on their own. Let’s say that a week from now he takes a nasty fall and bangs his left knee; it’s nearly guaranteed that the ligaments will tighten into bone. For some patients, it’s triggered with age; childhood, puberty, adulthood, middle age, elderly age.”

Haejin is the posterchild for misunderstood genius; dark circles from severe insomnia, hair in a forever tousled mess, working hours that made him widely known as a night owl, and curious eyes that looked at you as though using X-Ray vision. Needless to say, the natural beauty of a vampire somehow warped those features into something beautiful. If a human walked around like that, they would look like utter shit. But a vampire? The undead had a certain magic about them that made him charming and enchanting, like a surreal painting you could never quite figure out the meaning of. 

“I’ve already read your notes and you’re an intelligent girl, so I’m positive that you can put the puzzle pieces together. I’m only here for the odd and obscure, possibly a small sample of that bone growth to take home.”

[mthjaejoong]

muted

It would take a great deal of desperation for someone as inexperienced as Jaejoong to approach a vampire with the word ‘researcher’ tied to his name. Being shy of covens is understandable if one were told his reasons for being so desperate for help, but seeking out a vampire for assistance still seems an unwise thing to do for someone so young. Young not only in body but in mind (although there has been a great aging feeling in his soul since the ritual), Jaejoong sees no other option if he wishes to end this horrific silence that pervades his senses. Coming to meet with a vampire that could easily overpower him may not be smart, but he sees nothing else in offer.

Much in the way that Jaejoong’s magic has died, the teenager’s personality has taken a stoic turn as well. Muted not just in his abilities but in disposition too, Jaejoong might rival a vampire’s silence as he creeps into the building that’s his supposed meeting point for this desperate venture. He has next to nothing to offer this vampire, having left his magic, his family, his belongings, his life, back in Gongju. It makes him nervous to know that this natural has decided to meet up with someone like him, makes Jaejoong suspicious that this isn’t going to go the way he would like. But feeling like he has lost nearly everything to live for already, the fifteen year old warlock tries to stifle his nervousness the best he can, knowing that a panicked heart isn’t anything but a distraction to beings that crave blood. Its frustrating though, that he can’t seem to mute his anxieties, not in the way that his mother muted what felt to be his very life force. 

[mxhaejin]

Young people were so gullible. If Jaejoong was the moth, then Haejin was the light; he lured his little bugs with tantalizing promises and offers that captured the desires of any young teenager. He’d been wanting to get his hands on a warlock for ages. Their existence was a phenomenon, rare enough that the chances of him finding one who was a willing experiment was slim. He preferred live specimens, after all.

Anyone in the right mind would warn the young warlock to run while he could, turn around and never look back. The madman would invent some freakish, frankenstin monster eventually and nobody wanted to be stitched up as part of the pieces. However, Haejin saw a bit of his younger self in Jaejoong. He remembered a smaller him -- a weaker him, a sickly him, a helpless him. In fact, the vampire was so intrigued by Jaejoong’s situation that he’d slept in his practice overnight so he could be present during the early hours of the morning. He leans against the reception desk with a lollipop twirling in his mouth, although its contents contain ingredients a little more vampiric than food coloring and high fructose corn syrup. It takes him a moment to notice Jaejoong enter, but he gives a cheshire grin when he does. “Ah, so you’re the young man who wanted to talk with me,” he said, “There’s more privacy and cushioned seating downstairs, if you don’t mind following me. It’s much better than these uncomfortable waiting room benches. Come along.”

He makes confident strides down the hall, through a faux closet, through another hall, down a flight of stairs, and finally fiddles with a set of keys before a heavily locked room. Haejin isn’t the type to look back and make sure his client is following him. “What seems to have brought you to my office?” he asks, “I’m still waking up, so you’ll have to jog my memory. I’m a night owl, you see.”

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[mxhaejin]

bonedigger // minwoo

[mxminwoo-blog]

when he’d brought the weird admission to the gallery he’d received to the sole person he knew that would actually be interested in it, he hadn’t expected it to end up with him leaning against a grave stone in the middle of the night, rolling the stick of a shovel in between his hands as he watches the scientist-vampire dig around.

“that” he points out lazily, gesturing with the shovel, “is illegal, old man.” he shoves his own tool into the ground, not being much help as he watches the younger vampire dig. “why are you doing this again in the first place? a dead human won’t help your research much, will it?” it’s not like he has something better to do than stand around –or even actually help—but he still can’t help but wonder if this will gain haejin any real results.

[mxhaejin]

“this is for my personal collection,” he explained, “i have hobbies outside of work, contrary to popular belief.” the private laboratory beneath his practice was a labyrinth of experiments. he procured a bizarre collection of specimens over the years to be immortalized, whether in glass jars or fixed skeletons.

“on what grounds is this illegal?” he asked, “i hope you realize that we’re living in the twenty-first century, yet all the fun things in life are still illegal. before you know it, the government will decide to outlaw marijuana!”  the vampire shakes his head as he continues shoveling, his mind focused on hitting the six feet where the coffin is buried. 

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collect call ; haejin

[mxsungjong-deactivated20160711]

Sungjong blinks at the other, trying to process what he was hearing. He was looking for Sungjong’s body? What would a vampire want with Sungjong’s supposedly lifeless body? And really, who even does grave digging anymore, last time he knew about that was from some film. This has had to be the strangest thing Sungjong had ever chanced upon in his entire life. “ The body’s not there “ he finds himself saying, his gaze meeting the older vampire’s. “ Because, I’m the one that’s supposed to  be buried there. So whatever sick thing  you were planning to do then I’m going to tell you to lay off”. It still baffles him that there are still individuals who do this sort of thing but hey he’s not one to judge hobbies, except if it concerns him. There’s something from what he had said earlier that caught his attention though and the younger male can’t help but just a little bit curious. “ wait, did you say we were related ? “ 

[mxhaejin]

The vampire remained as blunt as ever. In some ways, he resembled an overbearing grandparents whose opinions rolled off his tongue without a second thought. His criticizing stare roamed the younger’s body to size him up, to gather all data before making any judgement.  “You’re Sungjong?” he asked, gaze sharpening, “You’re much scrawnier than I expected.”

Haejin shoves the shovel into the ground with a sheer force that only a vampire could accomplish, then leaned against it.  “You’re from a hunter family as well, aren’t you?” he said, “Do the names Park Myunghoon and Park Eunsol mean anything to you? They’re the couple that infamously ambushed by a vampire in their own home because their sickly son was foolish enough to invite one in.”

He plunges his hands into his pockets and rifles for an object, causing the sound of plastic wrappers to rustle through the night. It’s obnoxiously noisy, but he finally decides between three differently colored lollipops. Haejin unwraps a purple one, such a deep color it almost looked black, and pops it into his mouth. “From what I remember, it was the talk of the town,” he said, “Nothing passes faster through hunter families than gossip about your cousins, right? Especially how their son disappeared and was presumed dead, mutilated by the demon that killed his parents.”

The vampire gave a little shrug.

“We’re second cousins if I remember correctly,” he said, giving a cooky grin, “Welcome to the family.”

[mxhaejin]

textbook smart // yuji

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Yuji watches as the man scribbles on the wall; scribbles that she thought she could understand, but that obviously wasn’t the case.

“That is true..I suppose? I’ve thought about this before, considering the fact that my existence is the proof that it’s related,” she responds, tapping her chin curiously. 

“If you’re so into this, have you found a way to explain me then?” She lightly teases, moving closer to his writings to study them. “I’ve yet to hear a believable theory, and considering the people I’ve asked, it’s quite a hard topic to tackle.”

“It’s so easy to explain everything by just categorizing it as magic, because magic just is. Bringing science into it just complicates everything, but at the same time it’s a more solid answer.”

“But I have to ask, what made you chase after this resolution?”

[mxhaejin]

“If we wish to answer your questions, we must define what a soul is,” he explains, “Seeing as nobody has investigated its scientific properties, it looks like I’ll have to do the research myself.”  

The vampire gives a small shrug before continuing on with his explanation, temporarily pausing his mathematical scribblings across the walls. “It’s a term that’s often thrown around haphazardly -- romanticized, if you will,” he says, “However, I wholeheartedly believe that it’s somehow linked to the existence of ghosts.”

He folds his arms across his chest and the pristine, white fabric of his labcoat rustles.

“Vampires are soulless creatures, yes? Then how is it that most vampires retain the same personalities they did as a human despite a loss of soul? If nothing about their character changes as a direct cause of the transformation, then we can rule out the soul as being the culprit. This defies everything people have believed about souls for centuries. So what exactly is it?”

He turns back to the endless walls of writing, then licks his lips.

“The minute I’m able to define what a soul is, then I can explain why it’s in suspended animation for ghosts,” he said, “My current theory is that the soul is like a backup file for everything that we are -- a duplicate of ourselves, in a sense. Like a database! This means that every human retains a copy of themselves within their body so in the event that they die, they can turn into ghosts. Now, vampires have already died. The personality within our bodies is the only one we have because unlike other species, we don’t have that backup that allows us to live on if we die a second time. It’s a little complicated and I can go on for hours, but it’s the only lead I have. And, I’m invested because it can open so many doors to further research.”