#arcjinwoo

[arcnora-blog]

criminality.

@arcjinwoo ; training grounds, late afternoon

nora doesn’t need to spar, generally speaking. defensively, she is more than gifted. its hard to land a blow on a girl who can flicker out of existence like a blown out flame, a girl who can render herself intangible at a moment’s notice. but its not always perfect. there are surprises, there is exhaustion, and every so often she finds herself in over her head.  the last time it happened was in the labyrinth, caught off-guard as a mechanised monster of a spider bore down on her, slammed her to the wall with one sweep of rigid steel. she’d come out of that worse for wear, cracked ribs and a blackened jaw, and in the long run she had determined perhaps it was best not to over-rely on her abilities.  pride could ruin even the strongest, after all.  and really, who better was there to train her than jinwoo himself? she brings it up to him one night, when they are properly drunk, slouched together in the hallway, leaning upon one another, upon the wall, legs outstretched as they sit on the cold tile floor. “i need to fight.” she explains, “better. i need to be better, and faster, and stronger.” she had paused then, before half-humming the daft punk song that sprang to mind immediately. now? now she was regretting it. hair up in a messy ponytail and her clothing stripped to minimal attire, she’s already critically aware of how small she is- frame, stature, muscle mass. jinwoo has the advantage in every sense, even when he is pointedly holding back, as he does now, and she finds it impossibly frustrating. for the hundredth time, she dodges a punch not with the movement of her head but with the disappearance of her body, flickering back into place and corporeality a second later. “okay, sorry, time out.” she complains, bends in half to catch her breath, hands grasping just above her knees. “its just an instinct, i can’t help it. i see your stupid little bitch hand racing at me and i poof.” she groans as she rights herself once more, pushes wispy strands of escaped hair back out of her eyes. “somehow that’s the hardest part - not just blinking out when you come at me. i’ve never been good on self control.” her smile lilts rueful, wry over reddened lips.

[arcmoonsoo-blog]

undone.

@arcjinwoo ; 6:05pm, ARCompound after a mission.

moonsoo isn’t particularly fond of following orders. it might seem odd, given his position on a task force. given mission prompts, having tasks doled out to him, procedures he’s expected to follow. but then, given moonsoo’s powers, maybe it isn’t so odd. when you’re used to getting your way, eventually you begin to expect it. eventually you begin to demand it. so it isn’t all too surprising that moonsoo and the defacto leader of the arcana don’t get along spectacularly. an emperor in name only, moonsoo figures. but then, moonsoo’s god complex can be grating in the best of times, let alone when a group of people are clustered together on a mission and moonsoo decides he doesn’t want to be part of it. especially when whatever reason he pulled out of his ass is especially inane. like today, for instance, when he told jinwoo that he didn’t really care for his tone, and then proceeded to disregard him the entire time.

jinwoo had gotten shot at repeated (potentially hit, moonsoo had told him to shut up on the plane when he started bitching, so he didn’t really catch the end of his story), but it hadn’t affected moonsoo directly, and so moonsoo decided that he didn’t really care. he’s gotten talked to about this before. more and more recently, by management. but he knows he’s powerful, and he can tell how very badly they want to use him, for him to play along. moonsoo can see their patience fraying (along with jinwoo’s, but moonsoo doesn’t put quite as much stock in him as he does the ar collective). it has moonsoo wondering what sort of backup plans they may or may not have up their sleeves for mutants gone rogue. 

but for the moment he’s distracted away from his own conspiracy theories, attention centering back to jinwoo when everyone loads off the plane and they make it back to the compound. moonsoo trains a bored looking stare on jinwoo as he stands in front of him, looks like he’s caught between angry and affronted. moonsoo lets a laugh slip free at the expression. he probably shouldn’t, but that’s also probably the entire reason he does it. “oh no, why the long face? we finished the shit, didn’t we? are you just pissy everything went fine without using your stupid fucking plan?” moonsoo asks him, but then, his own definition of fine is rather loose, and when he says it he mostly just refers to the fact that he himself is fine. of course, moonsoo has a tendency to only care about himself, so maybe it’s not too surprising.