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Lu QiFang Curse inducement. Sophomore. 19. No Legacy. Music Performance Major.

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The black ocean reflected the orange light of campfires a hundred times over, the half-moon washing pale light over its entirety, and from his spot away from the denser crowd it looked like stars had come down to float upon the waves. Embers popped rhythmically in the small fire he sat by, crisscross and calm from several cups of vodka mixed with a mystery juice. It left a pleasant, fruity taste on his tongue as the rest of his body vibrated with warmth. For the first time since arriving on the island he felt relaxed, all the pain and stress gone by the grace of sweet alcohol. 

If it hadn’t been for the girl that sat at the same tiny pit he’d be alone, as he liked it, but the discomfort that’d usually pester him never quite hit him. Maybe (definitely) it was the drink? He sipped from the red cup while watching her most conspicuously - no longer sober enough to hide his stare, and he soon found himself trying to remember what he knew of her. A second year - yes, that’s right, they had a class together before. She’s from China, they shared a language, but he doesn’t remember ever speaking to her. The name Yue finally surfaces from his cloudy memory and with it her gift, a gift that could inspire fear upon hearing of it.

“Is it true?” he asked suddenly, at first no realizing that he had spoken aloud. QiFang, however, didn’t shy away. He looked at her with such curiosity that he leaned forward, looking into her dark eyes that refracted the flames just like the black ocean. Clearing his throat, he asked again, “Are you really a vampire?”  

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vibin’ bad vibes.

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Too easily he found himself in bad situations. 

Trapped in the woods, lyre in hand, QiFang’s cheeks burned so intensely he thought they’d spontaneously combust. He sat perched on a thick tree branch, just now realizing that he must look like some kind of emo, loser wood-elf straight from Tolkien's rejected character pile. Mouth dry and heart pounding, QiFang regretted everything that led him to this island.

“W-What’s your problem?” QiFang shuddered a challenge, his stern expression a direct contrast to the red blanketing his face. Even if he’s embarrassed his pride doesn’t let him cower, and so his shoulders kept square and his back straight. If it wasn’t for the obvious signals, he’d look rather unperturbed by the interruption. 

His original venture, motivated by a need to be alone and focus on something, was never supposed to include someone finding him. After all, didn’t all of the others have better things to do, like drown themselves? Then, in the depths of practicing his hand at ancient song, he appeared, like a summoned devil here to wage a bet. He narrowed his eyes at the young man, studying his posture and the softer, prettier features of his face. Who is this...? QiFang can practically feel the squishy folds of his brain itch but never finds the name, and is left sitting uncomfortably, wishing he’d just disappear.

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snakes have started manifesting in my house physically?

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He hated almost everything associated with early mornings, yet he woke at dawn. The excitement QiFang experienced keep him from the joys of REM, that excitement being particularly of the wiggling, squirming sort. To witness the fruits of his labor he rose from paradise (sleep), downed the instant coffee this island had forsaken him with, and slunk over to that blue cabin. The one where that bastard Sungmin stayed. 

When approaching the Cabin, dressed smartly in white (generic Gucci t-shirt), he reflected on the night before. The best part was yet to come, when he sees how his curse has wrought havoc among the simpleton and possible others. With rage his weapon and the knife his pen he carved a curse onto that bastard Sungmin’s bed, calling for an invasion of the island’s native snakes in an act of revenge. Since there’s such an abundance of “talent” in this place, he didn’t fear venomous repercussions, and left the curse there quite happy with himself. 

QiFang narrowed his eyes, adjusted his shades, and carefully walked closer to the cabin once he realized he wasn’t hearing any screaming or fighting. Instead, things seemed disappointingly not-chaotic, and he frowned all the way up to the nearest window where he further investigated by standing on his toes, and peeking inside. 

[seventeenville]

[皓月当空] | MINGHAO

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hello everyone, it’s good to be here and meet you all! first, thank you for all the welcome messages! i’m gabe, i’m a college student, and i love coffee and eating food. for my rp style..i’m open for all kinds of plots. i don’t do gif chats but it’s ok if you wanna add a gif to our threads! if you’d like to know more about qifang here is his bio, profile, power, and a plot page. if you want to plot, please hit me up here or on my discord, which is gabe#7302. thank you again~ c: