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[celxjimin-blog]

Playtime ✿ Jimin and Barom

It was a quiet day, one not like any other Jimin had known for quite some time. She was used to the crazy bustling life of the city, always moving, and always ready to pounce and attack. Yet, here in this alleyway, in broad daylight, the chaos was much more subdued, almost nonexistent to the only eye she had that still worked. This particular alleyway always gave her chills for… certain reasons, but yet she found herself returning here, unsure of the reason why herself. Perhaps, subconsciously, she just wanted her revenge, and if there were even a slim chance that her attacker would return, she could knock the shit out of them. Only time would tell.

While she was here in solitude, though, the young witch figured she had the time and ability to start playing with her magic. Gently, Jimin moved her fingers around, conjuring up some large chunks of ice and forming them into a giant snowflake, changing its shape as she pleased. Even though her power was considered an abomination by many, she couldn’t help but question the minds of those who shamed her for her magic when she could create works of art like this. Maybe they just weren’t used to seeing someone with magic like hers, or maybe they were even jealous. Either way, she had this power, and it wasn’t going away any time soon.

However, Jimin’s thoughts were sharply interrupted when a small child, roughly the age of an elementary school student, came rushing up to her to see what she had made. Where the hell did this kid come from, and why on Earth did she have to catch the exact moment when the witch was making an intricate snowflake? Well, now Jimin was caught, and she was going to have to explain herself to this kid, wasn’t she?

[celxzitao]

Broken Bike - Zitao + Barom

Zitao was regretting not taking bike-fixing courses at some point in his life. In fact, he probably had only made it worse by fumbling around and finicking with the thing - especially considering his power which sometimes ended up bending metal if he got frustrated though not to a severe degree. Though he was still seriously wondering why his wheel was jammed and wouldn’t turn.

It had fallen over last night when a piece of sheet metal had blown into it because of the storm - it had been extremely windy. It didn’t surprise him that his bike sustained damage, but he was amazed all it had taken was a storm and a piece of thin, lightweight metal to break the damn thing. If he’d been there, he could’ve crushed that piece of metal with a flick of his wrists - that was how flimsy it had been. It was completely infuriating that it knocked his bike down and broke it.

Swearing one of the worst words in Mandarin under his breath, so glad his mother hadn’t been around to hear it, Zitao sat heavily on the ground in front of the damaged contraption. He was going to have to walk to school at this rate - he was just glad he gave himself extra time as usual. He still had a few hours until classes started. If he started walking now, he could get there with some time to spare...he cursed himself for not learning the bus routes.

[celxgyuri-blog]

Broken Hours - Barom&Gyuri

It was her most precious treasure and yet it was broken, turned into a dozen of clockwork pieces she would never know how to put back together. The music box was unique, a present from her father which included everything she loved most in the world, including her own world, the Tokki (토끼) Dimension.

She could still hear its carefully organized melody, Promise, one she had grown up with and made her close her eyes every single time because it was just not enough to listen to it surrounded by other things. This wasn’t the only reason why the gift was special though. It wasn’t merely a music box, but a watch as well, one that followed her into the small mirror on its inside and always told her to come back – basically, one of the few things that connected the girl to reality. Luckily, the mirror was still intact, so the dimension was as well. Gyuri would have cried if she wasn’t able to hide there anymore, if everything she had created inside of it was gone forever and there was no way to have it back. Because, just as in reality, once the only entry was broken there was no way in and no way out.

The Nephilim knew only one person that might be capable of fixing the music box. The man was a mechanic, not a specialist on that kind of thing. He had probably never even worked with clockwork machines, but it was worth the shot. Gyuri didn’t just trust her important objects to any stranger and this person was already a good acquaintance. Besides – okay, maybe this was the most important factor on why she was trusting him – he had told her he’d try and fix it for free. To Gyuri, this was like a candy given to her; she’d blindly accept it just like a little kid.

The mechanic shop was a dirty place as expected, reason why the Nephilim was happy to have brought her old bib and tennis. The noise was not pleasant, but the smell somehow drew her in. She looked at herself and nodded, then took a step forward and looked around.

“Hello?”, she called, walking into the apparently empty garage. There was a beautiful car just beside her – an old one, she wished she could say more but knowledge was missing. “Is anyone here? Come out or I’ll find you!” She grinned slightly once something moved from under the car and bent down to see who it was, straight hair falling over her face and preventing her from discerning the person. “Boo!”

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