false hope,

we grow forests in our bones so our memories cannot find us. jeongguk — tokki. white mage in support of avalanche.

[srxjeon-blog]

shoot ‘em up,

[srxjeon-blog]

srxjoohyun‌:

          “ have you never shot a gun before? ” for some odd reason, she considered it more of a norm. then again, maybe it’s just how she thought because of her upbringing. not many people grow up with a father working in weaponry manufacturing. “ we can go. ” there’s a slight lull in the crowd anyway, undoubtedly due to people settling down for lunch and resting. “ already have your eyes on a prize? ” 

fingers wrap around his own wrists, pulling and pushing at the skin in a nervous movement. his nails scratch weakly at the skin to ground himself-- a shaky laugh leaving him. not of fright-- because he’s not afraid of joohyun or guns or anything at the moment, but it’s because it’s an entirely new situation all in itself.

his brows furrow at the statement, head cocking to the side as they get closer. “is...” he starts, gathering his thoughts together carefully. “is it not a...good gun?” he asks dumbly, lifting his gaze to her. his nose scrunches at the words, and he moves to quickly say. “that’s-- um. well, maybe it’s...not your favorite?” he doesn’t quite know how to word it. 

“i--” his mouth opens then closes. he swallows, reaching up to tug at a strand of his hair idly, teeth worrying his lower lip. jeongguk’s eyes move around, studying the various things around him before he gives a small shake of his head. “i--i haven’t. i haven’t really...used anything like that.” his staff has been the only weapon he’s picked up. jeongguk’s not a violent boy, never has been-- so the idea of using a weapon or the sort hasn’t really been something he’s wanted to do. 

his head swivels towards her, his beam bright as he nods his head. “really? okay, okay!” he turns his head back forward, his pace increasing a little bit to get closer to the shooting range. he pushes on his tiptoes to peer at the set up-- letting out a noise of awe. he points at one of the prizes-- a chocobo plush with a little moogle riding on it’s back. it’s not the best prize, but it’s one of the higher rewards-- and jeongguk things it’s very, very cute. 

“that!” he points at it, feeling very similiar to a child in a candy store. “do you want anything?” he turns his head, eyes widening a bit. “i’ll try and win it for you! even if. um, you’re probably better at this than me. but i’ll try my best, i swear.”

[srxjeon-blog]

shoot ‘em up,

@srxjoohyun

the closest feeling he’ll ever get to home is being around avalanche.

they’re his new home, really. since jeongguk technically doesn’t have one-- given a shabby room in a hostel by the nice old lady who runs it; it’s nice, it’s a roof over his head-- but it isn’t home. but avalanche? he’s never felt happier, never felt more at ease around a group of people. 

even so-- no matter at home he feels, there’s something incredibly intimidating about the gunslinger next to him that makes him on edge. joohyun hasn’t done a single bad thing to him, and he’s not really afraid of her, doesn’t not want to be around her. but joohyun is just so...cool in everything she does. 

her tugs at the braided bracelet around his wrist, tongue poking against the inside of his cheek. his staff crashes against his back gently with each step-- eyes flickering amidst all the carnival attractions. there’s laughter in his ears, music around them; he’s so nervous but his eyes catch something that has him pausing momentarily. he visibly perks up, excitement barely contained as he turns his head to look at avalanche member.

“joohyun-ssi, do you want to go over there?” he points over to a sign for a shooting range-- loaded with various prizes and objects to break or knock over for a small reward. “it looks really fun, and i--” he pauses, teeth worrying his lower lip. “...i want to try shooting a gun.”

[srxjeon-blog]

                             practical MAGICK!                                              a playlist for avalanche supporting member, jeon jeongguk.

( ● smile bomb - amalee ● the promise (serah’s theme) - tara st. michel ● cruel angel’s thesis - amalee ● change the world - the veronicas ● epiphany - kim seokjin ● lost boy - ruth b ● )

TRACK01 ━

‘ it’s time to challenge myself, do something new. i want to stop and grow up a bit. ‘  ⏩  ‘ then suddenly, my power and confidence start swelling up, magically erupts. and it’s all because of the kindness that i feel from people i don’t even know. ‘

TRACK02 ━

‘ make my wish come true, let darkness fade to light. show me there's still hope, show me it's not over. battles we can win, our struggle lies within. will we live to greet the dawn? love will not leave you, hate will not heal you. promise me one day that peace shall reign. ‘

TRACK03 ━

' like an angel with cruel and merciless intent, go forth, young boy, and you’ll become a legend. ‘  ⏩  ‘ people who weave love create without knowing, and carve a path through history. ‘

TRACK04 ━

' another week has passed, another year has come and gone. life goes so fast, trying to find where i belong, and then i find myself in a very distant place; with all my dreams, taken on a different face. ‘

TRACK05 ━

‘ i’m the one i should love in this world. me, who shines, my precious soul. now i finally realize, so i love me. though i may lack some things, i’m so beautiful. ‘ ⏩ ‘ i couldn’t handle the storm in my heart. underneath the smiling mask, my true self is coming out. ‘ 

TRACK06 ━

‘ run, run lost boy," they say to me. away from all of reality. neverland is home to lost boys like me, and lost boys like me are free. ‘ ⏩  ‘ there was a time when i was alone. nowhere to go and no place to call home. my only friend was the man in the moon, and even sometimes he would go away too. ‘  

[songsofgaming]

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[jungshiii]

soft lover boy ❀

[srxyeeun-blog]

*•.¸♡ square up ,

[srxjeon-blog]

srxyeeun‌:

“if anything, you can cast some protective spells, right?” she tacks on as they queue up for their turn at the simulator. the line doesn’t seem too long, so the wait shouldn’t be much either. but as their wait goes on, she begins to feel more and more guilty, but just as she’s about to ask if he’d rather do something else, he mentions to prizes given and her excitement builds up again, overriding what little remorse she felt. “yeah! hopefully we can get something good! at least a medium sized plush! or some battle items!”

he knows there’s no real danger in a battle simulator. he knows that it’s-- a little silly to be afraid of fighting monsters, especially when he knows they are plentiful outside the realm of gaia. jeongguk especially knows that being a white mage of all sorts should give him a little bit of an ease with fighting. healing comes easy to him. so he tries his best to push aside his concern and focus on having fun. 

(he tells himself not to think about avalanche, because he knows it’ll only make it worse.)

jeongguk takes a deep breath, nodding his head along to carmen. he flashes a wide grin at her, boyish and just a tad bit forced. with a hum, he raises his staff a bit higher, wiggling it around as he laughs outloud; its a high pitched little cackle that has a shadow of anxiety hiding behind it. “yeah! i-- i can do that.” wall and shell can both protect them if the need be comes; his heartbeat drums a little faster at the thought of possible injury, and he swallows tightly. “and if they get too close, i’ll just club them!” he pats the staff once, twice, eyes crinkled at the corners cutely. he lowers the staff, teeth worrying his lower lip as they slow to a stop at their spot in the queue. 

jeongguk shifts from foot to foot, scuffing his shoe against the ground as he peers around the line-- as if glancing near the front would ease his worries a bit. “oh, some extra battle items might be nice...” he mumbles in thought. “it’d be useful is my energy was low...” he’s rambling to himself, and he shakes himself out of it quickly. “i’m kinda excited, the longer we wait.” he rocks on his heels, tongue prodding at his cheek. “the moogle plushes were really cute...”

[cetraborn]

ride and conquer.

[srxjeon-blog]

srxjiwon‌:

“so, will you… ride with me or not? i swear, you won’t have to hold my hand or anything. i’m a brave… young woman.” although she wasn’t exactly doing a very good job trying to mask her nervousness. but! she smiles just to ease him and hopefully he wouldn’t worry about her or anything. “you’re going… right? is that a yes?” she asks nervously… excitedly.

jeongguk’s eyes are wide as he stares at jiwon. he swallows, leaning back a bit to look up at the gondola, tongue poking against the inside of his cheek. there’s nothing wrong with a ride on the water, really; and jeongguk doesn’t really mind that it’s mostly for couples. it shouldn’t make a difference. they’re friends, and friends can enjoy a ride amidst the water over gaia’s entertainment district without any complications. 

“um.” his lips twitch into a small smile, nodding his head. “i’ll-- i’ll ride it with you! i don’t mind. nothing better than a relaxing ride on the water, yeah?” his smile widens, his teeth peeking out cutely as he ducks his head. rubbing the back of his neck, his eyes trail over back to the attraction, humming in thought before moving back to the girl. 

“yeah! no worries, i’ll ride with you.” he nods his head. “i mean, if you’re...scared?” he asks the question quietly, voice lowering as to not embarrass her if she was. “...or nervous, or anything like that, you can hold my hand for strength?” he beams innocently. “i’ll keep it a secret if you do! you’ll still look brave to me.” he adds on kindly, meaning it. briefly, his eyes move back to the gondola, watching people board it and carry onto the water. his teeth worry his lower lip as he hums in thought. “ah...what if we fall in?” he muses to himself, tilting his head before shrugging. “i’m sure it’ll be fun, let’s go jiwon-ah~”

[srxjeon-blog]

eyes out,

@srxchen

despite having avalanche as his central focus, jeongguk wants to have some sort of fun at the same time. so he looks through all the events that the carnival is offering-- from the various games, vendors, advertisements and the like. he runs through what each one entails in his head, tongue sticking out of his mouth in contemplation, eyes narrowed as he looks over the list. head cocking to the side, he chooses a scavenger hunt as his first one-- and looks over the general options and rules for it. it offers a possibility of working together with another person, and jeongguk glances up around him. his eyes catch sight of various people with fellow friends or family, talking excitedly over the scavenger hunt. 

his lips purse, and he glances around more, holding the paper to his chest as he catches the sight of an older male standing by himself. his eyes light up, and it takes him several moments to gather the courage. a deep inhale, and he manuevers himself near the other-- a nervous, but happy smile on his face as he approaches. he knows there’s the possibility of being turned down, but jeongguk wants to try. there’s a pain in his chest that reminds him of how alone he really feels, but he pushes past it; ignores it to instead focus on fixing the issue.

“uh, mister? excuse me-- ah, hi.” his teeth bare in a sheepish smile as he lifts his hand in a wave, chuckling as he slowly lowers the appendage. “you’re doing the scavenger hunt, right? um, do you think it’s possible if we work together with it?” he asks, head tilting to the side. “there’s-- uh, a better possibility of finding everything if we work together, and um. you’re the only one i see without a partner, so i thought...” the more he talks, the less sure of himself he feels, and it’s obvious in his stance and his voice that he begins to feel discouraged. “unless you don’t want to, of course! that’s, um. that’s okay too.”

[srxjeon-blog]

surprise attack,

@srxphantom

in avalanche, jeongguk can’t offer much. at most he can heal the team’s injuries if their medic isn’t able to do so-- or offer up little tidbits of information he’s heard on the streets and from various citizens. he can cheer too, his energy for avalanche neverending-- but he doesn’t really offer much else. he’s been told time and time again that it doesn’t really matter, that he’s accepted into the group regardless of his worth, but jeongguk wants to be worth something. 

so when he hears the slightest inclination that there might be danger in the midst, he’s shooting off-- air scraping in sharp breathes against his throat as he wanders the districts in hopes of finding the thief of ace’s head team. it might not be much, it might not be anything at all, but jeongguk has to make sure. 

he’s covered so much ground from 7th heaven to now, that he feels so tired, but he can’t stop. not until he reaches phantom-- not until he lets her know that there’s a possibility of an issue--

“miss phantom!” jeongguk calls out in a strangled whisper, eyes glancing around in a brief panic. “m-miss, miss phantom! wait up a second!” as he nears her, he doubles over, hands pressed against his thighs as he catches his breath. he can feel his staff brushing against the back of his head as he bends over-- and then he pushes himself upright, inhaling sharply. “i-- there’s, ah...” he coughs sharply, hand smacking into his chest. his cheeks and ears tinge red in embarrassment.

[srxyeeun-blog]

*•.¸♡ square up ,

[srxjeon-blog]

srxyeeun‌:

she’s taking steps behind him, hands placed on his back as she gently pushes him forward throughout the grounds of the carnival, eyes bright with wonder and joy. she looks at each attraction and activity, almost overwhelmed by everything, unable to decide on where to go first—that is, until she sees it: the battle square. as far as she’s concerned, it’s easy money, and with jeongguk by her side, it’d be even easier. “come on!” she says with excitement, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him toward the battle simulator. “let’s go here first!”

jeongguk should be happy. the carnival is here, there’s happiness and what feels like peace in the air. there should be no reason for his hesitation, his discomfort. though he feels pressured, because he knows of what ace is going to do, what is planned for the ending of this weekend-- and he doesn’t know what’s going to happen. so instead, he shoves the the thought to the back of his head. he sighs to himself, and pushes on a wider smile than before-- because he’s with carmenand it should always be a fun time with the other girl.

he lets himself be pushed, weakly putting up his fight as he’s nudged to continue on-- eyes flickering around them, his excitement growing. just don’t think about it, he tells himself. have fun for the moment. he swallows thickly. 

“oh,” he murmurs, eyes widening a bit. he clutches his staff to his chest a bit tighter-- swallowing thickly at the simulator that begins to grow closer and closer to them. it’s daunting to jeongguk, and he lets out a nervous laugh, turning his head slightly to address carmen. “ah...here? i mean...will it be okay?” he questions. “i don’t have a fighting bone in my body, but i’ll...um, try my best?” he gives the other girl a sheepish smile, eyes crinkled at the corners. he returns his attention back to the simulator, making a thoughtful noise. “i hear they have different types of rewards.”

[adkiragh-deactivated20200628]

“Those who would walk the path of the white mage are healers without peer, possessed of the power to deliver comrades from the direst of afflictions—even the icy grip of death itself.”

[srxjeon-blog]

magick,

                                  ( content warning: injury, blood mention, violence. )

everything stings. 

it’s his own fault really. jeongguk should know better-- he’s not much of a fighter, too scared, too hesitant. not wanting to hurt anyone but wanting to protect himself. wanting to do what’s best but also cowering away at what isn’t considered right. 

he gasps, pulling himself away from the fire, dragging himself further away from the mess of things. it’s arson-- a fire set off on a building in district nine, words of down with shinhwa painted across the walls cruedly. a bunch of kids, angry at their mistreatment and acting out against the militia-- but too volatile, wanting to fight and fight, no matter what team you decided to side with.

his face hurts, his side hurts; the small little explosion the fire created caused a bunch of debris to shoot out and hit him in the crossfire. he’s speckled with tiny cuts and lacerations, red dotted across fair skin as jeongguk attempts to catch his breath.

he knows staying here isn’t the brightest decision. knows that eventually a stray soldier will come up-- and be up in arms about what it’s happened. they’ll get more angry, more wary and more willing to fight at the smallest sign of an issue. that’s just how things work in this district-- or at least from what jeongguk has seen and experienced.

curling over himself, he heaves out a breath-- fingers digging into the fabric of his pants before releasing-- only to suck in sharply at the soft touch of hands on his shoulders, pulling him more out of reach of the fire. panic settles and he jerks his hands towards the force, smacking and hysteric and he’s going to jail, he’s going to die just like his parents did; wrong place, wrong time right at the hands of shinhwa--

“hey, hey-- calm down, it’s okay.” the voice is soft in his ear, and through the panic, he tries to grasp for it. he manuevers his breathing into something a bit less frazzled, a bit less on the side of a mess. he twists around in the hold, scared eyes staring up into soft eyes and a face obscured by a face mask. but they exude a sort of warmth, a sort of calmness that makes jeongguk feel silly for having panicked so badly. “you’re injured. c’mon now, it’s no safe here.” 

and that’s how jeongguk found himself stumbling out of the back alleys of district nine and into district eight. where things were less hectic, less volatile and less dangerous. he’s kept into safety, secrecy-- and he knows it’s an old age rule. never go off with strangers, but jeongguk has learned some of the kindest people come in strangers and not the ones we’re the most familiar with. 

it’s then that jeongguk feels the pull; the drive-- and it all stems from a couple of murmured words and the feeling that buzzes over his skin. it’s almost a sick sight, to watch the lacerations and incisions on his body close and form up, to practically feel the throbbing in his face and size to dull down until it’s entirely numb. magick-- this sort of white magick is a wondrous type and it makes jeongguk want and want want. 

( it’s the perfect way to help, and the safest way to be crossfire. )

and once he picks up the staff, he remembers the kindness on that strangers face. the warmth they gave off-- and the promise for something better that they left jeongguk with. a safe haven within the realms of AVALANCHE and the feeling of finally belonging somewhere. 

[srxjeon-blog]

knock down,

@srxjiwon

“okay, okay...be calm. it’s just a tomb...just a creepy, abandoned tomb. no big deal.” jeongguk mutters to himself, edging closer to the entrance of the location. he peers down, seeing the steps that lead down into the full expanse of it. he grimaces-- thinking he can see the outlines of various monsters and ghouls in the shadows. he doesn’t hear them, which is a telltale sign there isn’t anything currently browsing about in immediate sight, but jeongguk doesn’t quite believe it. his fingers clutch around his staff, wrapped hands scraping against old, splintered wood as he swallows thickly. “doesn’t look like there’s any treasure around here...” he mumbles to himself, pouting as he sighs, shaking his head. stepping back, he turns to make his way back-- only to startle at the sight of a familiar face. 

it takes him several moments to realize who exactly it is-- and jeongguk stumbles back in shock at the appearance of jiwon. it, however, activates the clumsy part of him-- and he lets out a loud shout of fear as he crashes down the steps of the grave and into the full of the tomb. he hisses in pain as his body slides down the rocky steps and onto dirt and cement. jeongguk blinks, seeing stars for a moment as he slowly pushes himself onto his elbows, peering up at the top of the stairs. 

“jiwon-ssi...” he calls out tiredly, glancing down at his staff, knocked away a few paces away pitifully. “you really scared me...”

[srxjeon-blog]

( ... there is no hate, only joy— for you are beloved by the goddess: hero of the dawn, healer of worlds. dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul, pride is lost, wings stripped  away; the end is nigh. )

          AVALANCHE’S supporting member, JEON JEONGGUK, under the moniker of tokki!

[srxjeon-blog]

hello, hello !! 

i’m so happy you guys are here for spira’s opening!! i’m mir, the typist behind jeongguk & minji here, as well as the admin of spira, if you didn’t know already! i’m really happy to have you guys here, and for all your interest. it really means so much to me! :>

i don’t have much plot stuff up because i’m used to winging it, but i’m always open to plotting on both my characters! you can message me here on ims or through twitter @ velveteenjeon !! :> thanks so much for an awesome opening, and if you ever need anything or have any questions, you just let me know~~

[jjeons]

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