Inception

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“We should probably talk for a second session. I mean, I did have fun learning some of your group’s dances.”

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“Did you?” his eyes halved in size as he smiled a genuine smile. “I’m glad to hear that, I’d definitely love to learn some things you have as well?” he offered with a grin, leaning backwards some in his stance as he wiped the sweat from his face and crossed his arms across his chest tightly. “I can admit that I used to be known well for doing girl group dances.” He chuckled now, lowering his gaze as his smile widened. “I’m a big fan of girl groups, honestly.”

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Halloween-y, horror and dark sentence starters for your sentencey needs.

"Can you help me hide a body?"

"I won't help you hide a body!"

"There are pumpkins everywhere!"

"What's the knife for?"

"Drop the gun."

"What do you want from me?!"

"Help!"

"Let go!"

"Ssssh, stop screaming."

"I won't have you screaming much longer."

"I can't breathe!"

"Don't touch me!"

"What happened to your face?"

"They're coming."

"We gotta hide!"

"Get down!"

"Can they see us?"

"Blood has such a strong smell."

"Oh my god, there's blood everywhere!"

"...Is that an arm?"

"Oh my god, I think that's a brain."

"Are those... corpses?"

"Smells like corpses."

"... B-behind you."

"Keep running, I'll always find you."

"I'm terrified."

"It's just me, it's just me... But we aren't alone."

"I think... I think there's blood on your face."

"Did you hear that?"

"Come out, make this easy for both of us."

"Run little rabbit, run."

"Can you not hear that?"

"Did you see that?"

"This place is creepy."

"Why did we go to a graveyard on Halloween?"

"Oh my god, are you hurt?"

"What happened to your arm?"

"I'll untie you, we gotta be quick."

"I'm sorry it had to end this way."

"You'll never see them again."

"Pumpkins are cool."

"You think you can escape me?! Think again."

"We can't stop them!"

"Rest in peace."

"BOO!"

[mijvliete]

After years of being a child that was put through obstacles like this, she had become acquainted at a very early age that trials like this happened almost everyday. It was most likely an intelligence test or rather– endurance as well. The way they reacted, the way they handled these difficult obstacles. She remembered the many trials she was put through, in the end for her, she turned out to usually be the one that was able to look at all angles. Her instincts were after all leaned towards survival by any means necessary.  The smarter the mutant, the more valuable and dangerous and Mijoo would never in her life deny that she was indeed dangerous. She knew how to use her mutations, she knew exactly how to use them to get what she needed to survive. But the difference between her and most mutants that were self aware of their potential? Mijoo harbored absolutely no ill will towards the human race. Thus making her both valuable and dangerous.

Her eyes squinted, head tilting to the side as she listened to him. Oddly enough, she did not take offense to his rejection of her hand. It wasn’t anything unusual. “Even if you were an alien, it wouldn’t have matter to me.” Her hands fell back to her sides as she waited. It wasn’t like they didn’t have the time. It wasn’t like Mijoo wasn’t attempting to come up with a plan the entire time.  they were standing there.  Of course, she had realized that between them and their freedom was most likely a few other rooms; each one with obstacles that were harder than the rest. That was why she needed to know what he was. Plans needed to be formed around what the two were capable of doing. To anchor to their strengths and also so that their weaknesses could not easily cripple them and ruin their chance of freedom.

“Ah….. you’re a halfling.” Mijoo nodding her head at his words, taking them all in as she realized why they were put in this situation. Someone had noticed perhaps, someone had realized what he was or rather what he could be. “Sound manipulation is rare. It ranges from sound to vibration emission. But the control of vibrations are hard if you can not absorb sound correctly.” Mijoo’s eyes narrowed as she looked at the markings, stepping closer to him with no warning so that she could observe them better.  “Stop,” she whispered, paralyzing his body with a single touch of her finger so that he could not run away but she could still listen to his explanation. “ From what I’ve observed, ghoul bites leave like greenish tints? Werewolf is like a purplish tint and vampire ones… are simple and clear.” Her finger brushes over the marks as she leans in to observe them closer. Her mother had obviously rubbed off on her over the years, her mother’s curiosity was like her own but also her vast knowledge and awareness of things around her, was also something that was passed onto her only daughter.

“With the bites from creatures always come with side effects. But each bite is different. Ghouls range from cravings of human flesh to just human organs in general. The cravings turn into a crazed obsession of cannibalism, well at least that’s what it is classified as. Werewolves are simple, they crave raw meat, sometimes blood, uncontrollable and just general territorial…. oh and are a bit feral but that’s a given really. I mean, not all werewolves are the same but still the general point is there. But vampires… are… well different. But bloodlust is one of the most common of side effects, headaches and so forth. With you being a halfling, your demon blood might interfere and possibly reject any. I’d assume, you have prolonged life, so for you … the pain would be almost unfathomable.” Mijoo pulled her finger away from his neck, looking at him with a serious expression. It wasn’t everyday that she met halflings or even one that actually knew what they were. In his mentioned case, a bitten one. It was interesting but it was also dangerous considering, the other wasn’t really sure what he had gotten or maybe he did, but decided to leave it out. 

But moving along, Mijoo turned away from him to go back to forming her plan, as well of thinking how to answer his questions. “Well–” Mijoo stretches her arms over her head. “That’s a complicated set of questions but– I’ll start off by giving you the basic of what I did to you. My mutation is organic, so it resides throughout every fiber of my physical body. If injected into another person, it infects them. If my intentions are to heal you, then the regeneration factor within my mutation does just that. But it also gives you temporary access to my organic mutation ability. Get it?” She turns to look at him with a smile. “My mutation right now is healing you. It’s nothing bad. And this–” She holds her hand out, her neon mutation activating, it emitted a bright pink and purple mass of gas before she closed her hand to absorb it back into her. “Neon. Which is a very complicated story I’m afraid. In fact, my entire mutation is complicated to explain. For the last few months, I haven’t had to absorb others to have their powers… actually since I got my neon…” Mijoo’s voice trailed off as she realized something that she hadn’t before.

“ I….” Mijoo closed her eyes, clearing her thoughts of everything that was not an actual concern in that very moment. “Look.. we’re going to get out of here and I won’t tell anyone about you. It wouldn’t do me any good to expose you, so don’t worry. Nor do I think of you badly for what you were born with along with the series of events that have been very odd… causing your own oddity, okay?” She turned her head away from him, scrunching her nose up before she exhaled. “Now… what I need to know is if you can use your mutation to isolate sound or not? If you can do that. Can you identify the sounds? I need to know what is in the next room because from my enhanced hearing, I know there’s some kind of machine or… there’s something that will be activated if we simply just… burst into the room. Most likely there will be traps from now on… So, we need to plan this clearly.”

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Sungjong honestly was suprised at how unphased she was at the learning knowledge of his ancestry. Honestly, until now--he had never heard a name for it. His eyes slightly slinked away at the touch to his neck, feeling uncomfortable. he wasn't so sure what was happening now, or what she was talking about. It seemed as if she had more knowledge on himself than even he did. Bringing his gaze back to her figure, he furrowed his eyebrows now--listening to her speak. He almost phased off and was so confused on how calm she was. There was little difference in her voice and she seemed to be almost emotionless--if anything she was sounding...tired?

"So... that means.. I'm gonna have some sort of dangerous reaction to this aren't i?" He murmured softly as he soaked in her words--not so much answering her question but making another--he didnt seem to worried about it honestly but he just seemed to be readying himself for whatever surprise was going to happen to him. Honestly, he felt that if it killed him--oh well. Probably a step in the right direction? He never said these type of thoughts outloud but he was definately thinking them very loudly--the thought of death didnt scare him even once and he thought of it often. Maybe it was the fact that he knew he wasn't easily killed, death wasn't an easy escape for him.

Tuning in and out of her words, he nodded slowly between his thoughts and letting her words sink into his brain. He listened to her speaking, and he realized that at this point she was sort of talking to her self. Absorbing powers? he furrowed his eyebrows once more and tilted his head now in thought. Why would you want to do that? Maybe it was just simply that for him, he wished he could erase his powers--but for Mijoo it seemed different, she seemed to want to gain more--become stronger..

Maybe for him this reason was because he was always taught to hide his powers. Whenever his powers came up accidently he was austricized and labeled a freak and other names that he hated to repeat. Then came the moving-- he had to move again.  Yet, at a young age of 13 he seemed to have finally gotten a great handle on hiding his powers--but because of this--he was extremely unstable. He didnt know how to handle them and when they did happen, he would usually cause himself some sort of internal damage. Her words seemed to relax his mind that was wandering in every different direction, every different thought-- the pounding in his head had long stopped, thanks to Mijoo's mutation. "My powers arent strong." he admitted now to her question.

"Ive done my best to work on hiding them my whole life so i dont know how to use them properly--or control them." he explained before going to the wall despite these words and pressing his palm back to the wall to feel the vibrations, concentrating for a minute. "I Agree that there is something there, but i can't really wrap my mind around what exactly it is..." He murmured softly as he gently knocked firmly and let the sound waves rush up and around to get a sound from the object. "A metal of some sort from the sound of it....There also sounds to be some sort of leather..?.... There are more than one." he explained slowly, knocking once more. "IT looks like there are corners and around the corners are different types of machines...One of them is a...machine gun... I think.."

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The way he looked at her was tragically beautiful, he looked at her the way you look at something you can never have, the way you look at a sky you can never reach.

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Abusive plots;

Please like/reblog if you’re fine with abusive, kidnapping, torturous, generally triggering plots. I need some people to para with so yeah. Thanks.

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She just kept on running, not even looking back to shout out an apology to the man she just probably freaked out by passing through in the middle of the night. Her mind was too preoccupied trying to shout out to Xavier for help but she was getting not reply! She knew there was only so much the man could do, he was amazing but they were still on opposite sides of the world, but he could still find a weakness in the men behind her for her to take advantage of or get into their minds enough to distract them so that she could slip away and make it to safety, but Xavier didn’t always have her on his mind and so she couldn’t always make contact with him. He had a lot to do, a lot of people to contact, but why did she have to be out of his mind now!? of all times!

Amber was a fit woman, good at running and sports thanks to her time at he institute back home in The States, but she couldn’t run forever. That wasn’t where her mutation was, she didn’t have any extra abilities in that respect, when it came to running she was completely normal, just another person, and so she couldn’t stop how she started to slow down as her muscles grew tried. She had to keep up her speed though, the speed her small frame gave her was the only advantage she had at that point, but before she could even try to push herself that little bit more she was grabbed from behind and her eyes widened as her lips parted to let out a scream. The scream never escaped her though as a hand clasped over her mouth to stop it from bubbling out.

Everything happened so quickly, it was hard to keep up. It sounded like people were running in an opposite direction of her, but it sounded like her steps and her breathing, it was enough for the men chasing her to pick up on and be tricked by but how had that happened. She looked up at her captor with fearful eyes, surprised to find the stranger she had run through there holding her, was he with the men chasing her? No…surely he could have called them over if he was…

She phased through the last of his grip when he let go, passing through his hands, and quickly turned around to face him. She was she trying to catch her breath, her chest heaving, and she looked around them quickly before looking back at the man in front of her. What was going on? It was too much for her panicked mind to add up, had he used some sort of ability to trick them men chasing her? Was he a mutant too?

“You saw what I did back there” she replied, gesturing in the direction of the street she had ran through him in “That’s why they are chasing me…they hate those like me, they hate mutants, they spend their lives hunting them down” He had already seen what she could do so there was no reason to hide it. She didn’t normally show her powers so easily but it had been an emergency, she had no choice at the time.

There was no thanks given, not yet at least, for what he had done. She had saved him, if he wasn’t hiding some sort of motive at least, but her mind was still running at 100 miles an hour. When she calmed down some she would thank him, there was no doubt in that.

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       Sungjong couldnt help grinning some, finding it a bit amusing that she phased through him as he tried to calm her. he quickly became serious once more and nodded, "And you showed again." he hummed softly before peeking around the corner and listening carefully to make sure the steps hadnt scattered or gone off course "I figured that. . ." he murmured softly as a gentle nod followed and he pursed his lips together in thought. "I Just wanted to make sure I wasn't helping a criminal escape or anything like that." he spoke quietly, althought, in the end-- did it really matter? who was a criminal or not? Leaning back against the brick wall behind him, he gently brought his hand up to his head and pressed gently to the temples of his head where a subtle throbbing was beginning to begin behind the walls of his mind. 

        "I dont think i would be considered a mutant...but..I was born like this and i have powers as well...but because I dont use them--I dont know how to control them very well. . ." he explained, sniffling softly as he rubbed his nose and looked back around the corner. "I have enhanced hearing though so its easy for me to hear them, but what I did was displace and mimic the previous sounds you made from the echo and bounce it in a different area so they could follow, thinking it was the actual you." he explained quickly in a easy to understand way. "I'm not great with the powers but I can do what I can to try and help you out?" He questioned, now looking back to the girl before him. "If they're simply chasing you because you're different, thats no good at all." he simply put, "I dont know how--or how much i can help-- but i do have enhanced skills like running and hearing and all those things..maybe we could try to quickly form a plan before they realize my little trick?"

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No hesitation was found in her, she moved–no ran in the direction of the exit she had made for them. Mijoo had a knack for getting out of situations that were dire, dangerous and most of all, knew very well how to use her brain to get out safely. But the moment they had gotten out, she saw that despite the alarms, they had only ended up in a bigger room that was just as bare as the previous one. “Well…” Mijoo muttered to herself as her eyes looked up to spot the sirens that were easily about to give her a headache. “Shut up,” Mijoo aimed a blast right at the sirens in front of them to silence them, sighing out the moment they had been destroyed. At least now she could think better about the situation.

The walls were sky blue this time. The lights were not nearly as bright but the room was still well lit enough for them to see. At this point, she was started to get curious as to why they had been captured. Well, she could have guessed as to why she had been captured but as she looked behind her to her sunbaenim, her eyebrow lifting with much curiosity. But how did she approach the situation without basically sounding hostile as hell? She just knew that if he actually lied to him, she’d blast him back into a wall and punch him in his gut. She already knew he wasn’t normal by her own mutation that was infecting his system, there was just not enough she had injected into him to know his exact ability or rather what exactly he might have been.

Taking a deep breath, the girl turned around completely to him. “Sunbaenim,” she said softly, taking a step towards him, holding out her hand to take his as she kept eye contact with her, her eyes at their normal state. “How are you feeling?” Her tone wasn’t threatening nor was it at all one that sounded as if she were about to punch him. Mijoo still hand her hand out as she watched him. She genuinely cared for her sunbaenim, that wasn’t something she could fake. There weren’t any men that she felt truly comfortable around that weren’t her father, Sungjong was one of the future because his nature was never unlikable.  “I believe my mutation is almost nearly finished healing any internal damage you might have gotten. Please forgive me for using it on you but I felt that time was…. well not exactly on our side, considering I can be a bit unpredictable when it comes to closed spaces that I’m not fond of.” Mijoo explained herself as she bowed her head politely to him. “But… sunbaenim, if you do not mind me asking…” she paused, raising her head to look back into his eyes. “What exactly are you?”

Following quickly behind her, he was very surprised at how fast she could move--and of course, he probably shouldnt have been; There were far more things that he had suddenly learned about his Dongsaeng just now and her adjusted speed probably shouldnt be so surprising of them. He nearly bumped into the back of as he skid along trying to to stop, he didnt want to run too fast; he was giving the image of a normal human still and being too fast would definately show a difference--if there was anything he practiced in life; it was this...Acting completely and 100% human.  

Looking around the blue room, he felt his lips pursing to the side in an annoyed pout. "The fu--...Is someone playing with us right now!?" He grumbled under his breath, Annoyance rising in the pit of his stomache and he went to the wall and gently pressed his hands to it. He pressed somewhat firmly on it and slowly moved across the wall--It seemed like he was trying to find a door but in real sense he was pushing to hear how hollow between the rooms it was, setting out a vibration through the walls to see how many there possibly could be. 

"One...Two...Three..Damn.." he murmured in annoyance before hearing the girls voice once more and shaking him from his thoughts as he gazed down to her. "Uh--I'm...Fine..Honestly? Its very surprising actually." he murmured softly almost in thought as he pursed his lips together and gently bit at his bottom, nipping at a piece of flesh that was slightly chipping from the bottom of his lip in a somewhat nervous habit--what exactly had she done to him though? Of course it was a positive thing...he thinks? but he was not sure. He thought she was killing him for a quick moment, but-- He was about to ask her that question indeed but before he could, the question he was not prepared for quickly fell from her lips and was left dangling in the space between them.

He could feel his stomache turn and his heart race. He didn't know why he was feeling so nervous, he was nearly shaking now and he probably shouldnt have been--Mijoo seemed to be special just like he was but...he couldnt... "I--" he spoke and his voice accidently cracked in his nervous state causing him to cough softly. "Uh... I mean... I'm not an alien if thats what you think?" he chuckled awkwardly and slowly pulled his hand out from hers in an almost defensive type way. He was feeling suddenly on the spot and he had not admitted this part of him to anyone. No one ever. 

"I...mm.. I shouldnt be like this--..you know..to tell you....since...obviously..." he stopped to interject a soft chuckle that was showing his struggle in his slow delivery of words. "Obviously.." he breathed out, deep and slow."You and I share some sort of... Oddity?" he murmured, right eyebrow quirking some as he was unsure of the correct words to say at this time. "I mean its a very long....long long story. But, uhm..to..t-to.. keep it short, I-...my father is a.. a uhm..demon.." he slowly spoke, eyes avoiding her now. He wanted to run and he didnt want to answer but at this moment he didnt really think that there was much avoiding her in this confinement that they were in and maybe this would help her somewhat understand why the two of them were in this type of sittuation--especially as she seemed to be more lucid to the facts than he was.

"My mother is a human though.. i dont have many things i can do orignally. I just happen to have an...a a sort of ability with sound? I can..mmn Manipulate it I guess? ...And..Lately as well..I got... " he slowly trailed off, gently tugging on the collar of his shirt to show to small marks on his neck and were similar to a bite. "I dunno what exactly it is that's been happening to me. . . since ...This.. Happened?" he slowly spoke gesturing to the mark on his neck. "but I've just..had a few more things surprise me..I suppose." he slowly spoke as his eyes lolled to the side in an uncomfortable stance. He didnt wanna get into specific details. "You?" He questioned suddenly, "you shocked me honestly." He slowly continued. "And--What did you do to me back there? in that white room?"

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Sorry for poofing the past few days! I got a little busy. I’m gonna attempt some replies before i have schedules but im usually always on aim if you wanted to roleplay with my character there as well for faster replies!

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Do you like being called "Oppa?"

I–…. (’Wrinkles his nose some as he let out a soft sigh that droned out a bit of discomfort along with slight embaressment--which was followed by soft and coy laughter which was short) Can I plead the fifth? (’another sigh quickly followed and he slowly nodded) I dont mean to be misunderstood though? Normally i get plagued with the little brother image because everyone is my Noona basically and I dont often get seen as a man, So being called Oppa pulls at my heartstrings a certain way if done right.