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han soo ah (hanah) | 28 | herbalist were-rabbit if you are hurt, please do not hesitate to find me.

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-- tracking ;

hey ho a tracker passing through! I will do more replies later tonight if there’s time! :D More under the cut.

replies owed: handong (remedy), byungjoo (witch-o’-the-wisp)

plotting: gyuri, shoumu, luhan, yonggeum, lotus, irene, chaouw, jimin, jiho,   (please let me know if I missed out anyone! I will start bothering the people on this list tonight, sorry if I suddenly disappeared on you TT _______ TTT)

awaiting: gohn (surprise), min (alive), jeongguk (for the sake of duty), eunae (unfortunate fate), ten (encounter), sangmin (help), a break (takuya)

If anyone would like to plot with me, please feel free to send me a message or like this post! I will try and get a plot page up as soon as possible. Thanks for reading!

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-- a break

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obsxtakuya:

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He smirks at her, “Don’t worry, sweetie. I’m good at swallowing when I’m told to.”

He takes the medicine, steeling himself against the bitter taste. He grimaces, but feels a weird, uncomfortable sort of sensation run through him as the medicine seems to work through his body. Takuya spares a moment to realize that they’re still sitting on the floor in front of the bar. They’re garnering a few curious glances, so he gets up with a wince and leans against the bar, trying to act as if his arm doesn’t feel like it’s going to tear in half and his stomach isn’t going to implode on him.

“I suppose if we’re going to be getting nice and intimate like this, we should probably introduce ourselves. I’m Takuya.” He tilts his head and sticks his hand out with a gentle flourish for her to shake.

“What’s your name, sweetie?”

Sooah simply laughs at the stranger’s statement, hiding her smile behind her hand. “I have no fighting abilities, I’m not going to just throw myself in a losing battle. That’s a little foolish, don’t you think?” The girl shakes her head with a small smile, as if punctuating the sentence with an unbelieving, yet amused, tone.

She can see that the wound in his arm is… not comfortable. The blood that continues to pour from the gash leaving a trail of rose coloured liquid down his arm. Worry buds within her at how nonchalant and uncaring the stranger seems to be towards the wounds, as if s he has an affinity towards pain. Maybe that’s her herbs working, but she can’t quite tell just yet. She’s just glad that he manages to eat her herbs, despite the disgustingly bitter taste it brings to the tongue, but it’s the most effective at pain relief she has and no matter how many time she tries to change its taste, she only seem to make it worse.

As she reaches for more of her herbs in her purse, she turns her head to stare at the man when an innuendo leaves his lips. She is somewhat perplexed yet unmoved by the sudden statement that greets her ears. “Is that so? That’s good then. Your mother must’ve been proud.” A smile trails across her features, laughter leaving her lips once more, unaware of the weight her statement can cause.

Her mind is still too focused on the wound that covers his arm. She is still unsure what kind of supernatural (if he is one) this man is, just so she can make sure she gives him the most effective medicine she has in her purse and be done with it. She never like seeing people covered in so much red, especially the clear discomfort that would contort their face. Sooah can’t bear it.

When he sees her patient standing up, a look of worry immediately erases all trace of a smile from her face, her hand immediately linking around the other man’s arm, aware of the wound, and a hand to his chest to support him. She’s a little frustrated at the sudden movement the stranger made, though she tries not to show it.

“Moving with an injury like that? You’re quite a smart one aren’t you.” She says, barely repressing the worry that covers her tone. She only processes the words that leaves his lips once she has a steady footing, tucking her purse underneath her arm, before turning to look up at the ( actually really tall ) man.

“Name?” she only realises how important introducing herself should have been before helping him, suddenly feeling a little guilty at the possible discomfort she might have caused the stranger to feel upon her arrival. “My name is Han Soo Ah,” She beams, “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Now, could you please tell me where you are planning to go? I’d like to see to that wound on your arm as soon as possible.”

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Help

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obsxsangmin:

[ … ]

He collapses against the door as soon as he makes it outside. It was a good five minute endeavor to exit a building it took very little effort to get into. As he slides down the door, bracing himself for the inevitable shock to his abdomen once he hits the ground.

His bracing didn’t work and he groans into the phone which has made it back to his ear in a very not smooth motion.

“Noona I hope you’re close… Takuya’s gonna be so mad.”

At this point all Sangmin can do is wait. Wait and feel the rhythmic hammer strikes of pain in his chest and abdomen.

She knows it’s reckless to go out in the middle of the night like this, especially during such a dangerous time for the town. But when that phone rings she made an oath to herself to never let anyone down, because she may be the last line of help they have. Her determination is the only thing that fuels her as she runs along the path leading to where her friend needs her. As she makes her way, she can’t help but think about the consequences of her recklessness – she could just be another body count in the middle of this whole massacre. She could become useless.

“Okay I’m almost there, stay with me Sangmin.” She pants into her phone, banishing those thoughts from the crevices of her mind to quicken her pace especially when a distinguishable grunt echoes from her phone. Panic sets in.

What if he’s losing too much blood to the point she can’t recover it? What if he’s lost a limb and he’s just waiting for septic shock to come in before he dies? What if another of those hunter is already there before her and – Sooah shakes her head, pushing the thoughts away when her eyes finally sets on the man she’s been desperately looking for.

A mixture of relief and disbelief rush in all at once as she approaches him, shifting back into her human appearance as fast as possible. “Sangmin!” Sooah puts her phone away and slides to his side, her hands going over the visible red stains on his clothing. “Gods, what did they do to you?” She breathes, a wave of anger brewing steadily inside her. For the first time in a while, she is struggling to keep a level head as she inspects the injuries under the poorly lit street. He looks pale, and the wounds on him looks like something she can’t help with what little she has in her satchel.

“Sangmin? I need you to do me a favour and stay awake as much as you can.” Hanah tries to give him a reassuring smile as she reaches inside her bag, pulling out a pain relieving herb and presses it against the man’s lips as she pours some of her magic into it. “Here, eat this.”

There’s so much she needs to do. She needs light, first of all, and she needs to know what kind of weapon hurt him, whether that weapon was poisoned or any bullets that might have lodged somewhere in his body. There’s so much to do and so little time. A bead of sweat rolls down between her brows, it frustrates her how little she has but she doesn’t let it show.

“Lets get you back to my place first,” She tells him, wrapping a bandage across what wounds she could see in the darkness, “It won’t be safe to do anything here.”

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-- a break

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obsxtakuya:

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On the ground is not really how Takuya anticipated spending his Friday night.

He looked up at the sudden voice speaking to him. It was gentle, almost unfitting in the setting. “Yeah, and better that they did. They may not have made it out of here had they stayed much longer.”

Her next words surprised him. And annoyed him a little, honestly. Takuya didn’t want to accept her help. He hated the thought, and he hated it even more since she was being so…cloyingly sweet about it. But this knife wound was probably not gonna just disappear on its own, and it hurt like a bitch. He could at least get her to give him some drugs, maybe.

He reached up to the counter above him, grabbing the bottle of whiskey he had been getting ready to put away earlier and taking a swig from it before settling back on the ground. He gestured to the gash on his arm, gritting out the words with as little sarcasm as he could muster. “Sure, honey, if you think you can help. Go ahead, I suppose.”

“You make yourself sound like you’re a the strong one when you’re just sitting here on the ground.” She laughs again, an attempt to lighten the mood.

Her patient reminds her of so many of the men she saw back when she was with Aequitas, that arrogant -- I’m the strongest -- attitude that never fail to make her nostalgic. She didn’t like it when she first encountered it, but as the years went by she grew fond of it. They remind her of little kids trying to impress their parents. Sooah cuts the thought -- she’s not that old yet. Without wasting any more time her eyes scans the stranger’s body, finding areas of prominent injuries -- like his bleeding arm -- and the telltale signs of abdominal pain.

Sooah was a little surprised at how easily he seems to move despite the injuries he’s obtained, she’s beginning to think that she have over-estimated his injuries for a moment. When she catches a glimpse of what he’s drinking ( straight out of the bottle? is that even allowed? ) she reels for a second remembering the strong taste of the drink, before focusing back on to her work. In her purse were a variety of herbs, enough to do some emergency healing, but probably not enough for a more severe wound -- that would have to depend on him.

She tugs at a couple of leaves and holds it in her palm for a second, focusing her magic to enhance its pain-relieving properties that result in a soft glow as her eyes scan the bigger wound on the man’s arm.

“First things first, are you a supernatural?” She begins as her palms rub together against the leaves, its smell strong enough to break between the alcoholic scent flowing through the bar. The smell itself should help with the pain, though the difference won’t be very obvious. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me,” she gives him a reassuring smile, “weeellll, only if you promise to eat this in one go.” She presents the small leaves to him, the same smile still plastered across her features. She finds that these sort of ‘threat’ always works on people without much repercussion -- most of the time.

“I can promise that it tastes sweet!” She lies.

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Help

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obsxsangmin:

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The thing seemed to be coated in some sort of poison though, judging by the stabbing pains in his chest and the really fuzzy vision. And Sangmin has no idea of what to do with poison other than suck it out of wounds?? That’s what you do with poison right?

Naturally Hanah was the best choice to call. Its totally not because she is his only choice in this situation. If Takuya knew he got hurt while hunting it would be a lecture about how he shouldn’t be hunting, and the destruction of the building it happened in.

Sangmin hears the sounds of the phone ringing, so it’s going through at least.

“Noona? Hey… Uh… Yeah it’s been a while. I’m okay.”

He groans as a shot of pain hits him.

“Well really I’m not okay. Please help me.”

“Noona, are you there?”

Sooah is just about to head to bed when she hears her phone buzzing on her bedside table. Her old Nokia phone, one that only few people know of. She immediately sits up on her bed before reaching for her phone frantically and lets her eyes glaze over the name shining against the light before she presses answer.

She tries her best not to roll her eyes.

“Ah, Sangmin. How nice to hear your voice. How are you?” She begins, a look of – I’m so done with your shit – plastered on to her features.

This is not the first time she’s received a phone call from the young man. When she first joined Aequitas, he was the most frequent voice she heard over the phone. It almost became a daily routine back then and she could almost predict the exact time he’d be calling her. After she left she thought she would rarely hear the boy’s voice again. She thought wrong.

“Don’t tell me you scraped your knees again?” An exasperated sigh punctuates her sentence as she settles back into her bed, “Listen, I know it hurts a lot but you’re a big boy now an–” A sound that rings through her ears makes her mouth stop moving. Unease creeps slowly at her thoughts before genuine concern finally sets in. “Sangmin?”

Finally alert, she wastes no time to hop out of her bed to grab her satchel, “Sangmin, tell me where you are. How badly are you hurt? I’m leaving my house right now. Listen,” Her words were fast and rehearsed as she stuffs her bag with whatever herbs she could before she steps out of her house, not bothering to lock the door, “Do not hang up on me. I’m on my way.” 

With that, she shifts into her rabbit form and begins to run despite not knowing where the boy was. Whatever she does, she needs to get there fast.

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-- encounter

@obsxten

Sooah was never good at protecting, but she is good at maintaining. Ever since the beginning of the gruesome “exhibition” it has lead to more work for her, be it preparing some tea that would relieve the stress crossing the people’s mind, or busy patrolling in the street to help any unfortunate souls that might have scraped too close to death.

On this particular night she finds herself hiding once more, but this time she is accompanied by one of her patients. He is a fae, a terribly injured one at that, and she’s juggling between two focuses as they merge with the darkness – the chasers, and the health of the young man in her arms. The day started like it usually does, with Sooah wandering the streets on the look out for people’s voice ( or screams ) and the trace of iron in the air accompanied by her satchel stashed with all sorts of herbs, ready to help whenever she can.

When she found the fae, she realises quickly that he was being chased and was in hiding, Sooah didn’t hesitate for a second to stop and help the fallen man, assuring that he would survive. Shielded with only her herbs in her satchel, the only weapon she possesses is her patience and strong will. She will not let this young man die here, not after she finally got here just in the nick of time.

A cold sweat breaks out when she hears footsteps nearing. It’s hard to see the details of the silhouette amidst the darkness as the figure nears. She stays still, eyes focusing and her mind racing a million thoughts at once. Without realising it, her voice rings out in the obscurity -- a bad move.

“Take one more step and I will maul you to death.” She threatens. Her voice is surprisingly stern despite the nervousness shaking her body, “I won’t let you harm the boy any further.” She knows her threats are empty, but she decides that she will not go down without a fight.

[kwonyuri]

 taeyeon_ss: 👋🏻

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-- unfortunate fate

@obsxeunae

Today was an exciting day for her. A day with her wonderful friend to relieve the stress that just started to creep in on her. She realise how much toll it would have on her mind when she settled on this line of duty and a break is always needed. She thinks about the day she will retire, but the smiles and small thank yous always make those thoughts disappear without a single trace.

There was an exchange of time and location days prior to today, yet somehow, for the first time in a while, Sooah was left waiting in a small park. Seated on the bench, she picks up her phone while she relishes in the smell of freshly mowed grass.

Eunae ❤😊 : Hi! I’m at the park now, I realise I might be a little early. Are you okay? Please call me if anything happened! xx - S

Once she presses send, a shudder of horror set in. She recognise too late what it is and before she knows it, she is on her feet and running as fast as she can away from the danger. She’s been in this situation once, but this time she is completely alone without a single person in sight -- how did they even sneak up on her? But her feet are not fast enough and she was already running low on stamina by the time they caught up to her. A strong hand manages to get a hold of her. Before she could understand what happened to her, something sharp slices against her abdomen.

A small yelp and the sight of blood was what made her shift into her were-rabbit form – a little bigger than your typical wild bunny, but not so big that it overwhelmed her perpetrators. She needs to get away from this situation. She kicks and runs as fast as she can, taking shelter behind a large tree that hid her far too well despite her size. Blood continues to pour from her wound, but she will not rest easy until those perpetrators were out of her sight.

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-- for the sake of duty

@obsjeongguk

These threats that have been going around makes Sooah restless. It wasn’t her safety that concerned her, it was the safety of those she loved. What if one day one of the kids from her neighbourhood disappears over night? What if her friends chose to go out and found dead the next morning? If she had been there, that kid might have been alive, her friends might have been alive. If Sooah was there, nobody had to die ( or suffer a painful death ).

With determination that set her body in motion, she spends her days wandering the whole city on foot, circling over and over and over until the last light of the sun disappears. On this day, she fails to notice the sun that hides behind the horizon, too focused to find anyone else who needs her help.

A small call for help and she’s already leaping towards the voice, making sure she never lose it,  hands gripping tight on to the straddle of her brown bag. When she arrives, there are no hurt bodies, only a couple of hooded figures with smiles that glints underneath the moonlight. Wait – moonlight?

Realisation only set in when she takes a few steps backward in an attempt to further herself away from the trap, only to bump into another one of their kind standing behind her. She feels her heart sink to her stomach, and just as she was about to turn and dash as a last resort, an arm wraps itself around her own in an iron grip. She can feel the whole world getting darker and darker as they surround her. Regret fills her mind, mixed in with anger, desperation and sadness -- there’s still so much more she needs to do.

Like all prey that’s cornered into a wall, she screams -- as loud as she can and as long as she can behind a rugged hand that covered her mouth. She hopes somebody hears.

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-- a break

@obsxtakuya

Sooah always enjoyed a night out after a week full of work, especially with what have been happening around town. Sometimes she is grateful she could alter the fate of those who might have faced a greater misfortune, but other times, seeing the friends she cherishes most getting hurt is almost unbearable. It’s like a sick game -- she never know when it’s going to be the last time she’d ever get to see their smiles.

That aside, she’s never one to indulge herself with alcohol. The drinks always makes it hard to let her mind think, as if a veil was pulled over her head to stop her from thinking. Ever since then, she always made sure to restrict herself. A healer is useless if she can’t take care of herself.

Just as she sipped on her first drink – a small glass of Bailey’s Irish Cream – she turned her focus to the yelling and crashing that have been going on for awhile behind her. It had started almost 15 minutes ago when she was halfway down her drink. Based off the sound that came from there, she knew she would be needed. But she didn’t mindlessly butt her head in when they were still fighting, that’s what heroic idiots do, instead, she waited until it was all over.

After the sound of light music fall across the room, she left her unfinished drink on the table and snatching her small bag from her lap to make her way to where she thought the fight was. Without wasting much time, she focused on the smell of blood (she silently hoped there weren’t any) and followed it until a visibly battered figure was found.

“Ah, I assume the offender have finally gone?” A soft laughter left her lips as a smile traces across her features. She sits next to the man, setting her purse aside, “I’m surprised, he did quite the damage on you. Are there any injuries you’d like me to look over?”

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-- alive

@obsmin

It was hard to believe what she saw.

She swore she must have overworked herself the night before, after all, depriving herself of sleep for the sake of enhancing her skill have been a typical routine for Sooah, but that was the least of her problems at the moment. She thought she was hallucinating, and that doesn’t happen anymore. Small hands reached into her bag to pull out a small bouquet of herbs she stashed earlier before she left her home. To everyone else it looked like a typical rosemary herb, but in her hands were some of the hybrids she had grew with enhanced properties to help her focus when her work got a little too out of hand.

A quick whiff of it and the world felt a lot more clear and – to her surprise – her eyes did not tricked her. A flood of emotions washed over the woman, drowned her in a familiarity she never knew she missed. It was a strange sensation, and she wasn’t sure whether it was welcomed either. Sooah’s dark eyes followed the bright red among the crowd of people in the station, her feet went on autopilot as if there was some sort of thread wrapped around her waist, tugging incessantly at her, forcing her to not let go. Her feet followed and before she knew it she was behind the red haired man.

Her hand reached for him, but thought it better  to speak instead.

“Min?” It was quiet, tentative, and full of disbelief. She was a little scared, like saying the name would destroy whatever it was she was seeing in front of her. It was, after all, the very man she tried to save, the man she thought had failed to save, that stood there. Some part of Sooah warned her that it might not be him, that it was impossible for it to be him -- but another part of her wanted to believe, so she pressed on.

“Minkwang? I-is that you?”

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-- surprise

@obsxgohn

As the clock turned to one am, the star studded night begin to glitter beyond her window. Inside sits Sooah, her hair tied back so only a small pony tail clings to the back of her head. Her face focused in writing something as the plant that sat across from her glowed with a dim, almost ethereal, light.

It had been a particularly productive night for the woman -- well, at least that was what she'd like to believe. She had finally gotten further into her research of finding some sort of cure for her mother’s ailment. They were only small advancements, but in her mind it was still something. Her petite hand gripped on to her pen, scribbling down the properties she needed to adjust in order to be used ( enhance it’s toxins by 2.89%, clip its leaves and put in water for ache relief ).With one note finally complete, she placed the potted plant aside and pulled a weed closer to her, this time it’s of silver colour. It was one of her proudest collections, she was sometimes unsure whether she should even touch it,it’s just so... beautiful.

Just as she took a sip from her cup of tea, a loud crash was heard from her bedroom. Almost spewing the drink back into its cup, Sooah placed the cup back onto the table as her senses enhanced.

Among the mixed scents of herbs, there was a particular smell that didn’t belong yet familiar. This didn’t mean she would let down her guard. Gripping her pen close to her chest, she made careful steps towards her bedroom, the silence far too heavy on her ears. One hand slipped on to the door knob, turned it slowly and winced at the what felt like the deafening sound of the creaking door. When her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room it landed on unfamiliar silhouette who sat on the floor, busy with its hands. Sooah took a deep breath as she stepped inside, her heart pounding loudly against her chest.

“Stop where you are!” She commanded, a sliver of determination in her tone, “If you make a move, I will not hesitate to call my friends. And trust me, they can do a lot of things to you -- none of them good.” Sooah was never very good with confrontations, or threats, and this fact only made her even more nervous.

[baekim]

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-- intro !

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