#miajiwon

[miadoyun]

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reintroduction with @miajiwon

it’s strange seeing someone again after a incident. 

the fall of seaside has caused a lot of re-introductions to happen and doyun just finds it so strange. nice! of course it’s nice! because this means that his friends hadn’t actually died, and they were just biding their time to come back--or something prevented them. but there is also that aspect of there is a hole in time between then and now and doyun always wonders what that gap will mean. 

he thinks this as he darts down the hallway having heard through the grapevine that there’s a new agent. well, maybe new is a loose term as it took a while for doyun to hear about it. in his defense he isn’t a full agent yet ( and had been stuck on cleaning duty the last month ) so he isn’t around the agency as much as he wants. him and his twin still just too young. he anticipates being able to join. 

but for now he will focus on more important things. 

“jiwon!!!” the teen calls out. he had been running far too fast in the hallway though and as he goes to stop he fumbles a little, shoes catching on the floor. luckily he doesn’t fall--how embarrassing would that be--but he does have to flail his arms a little to hold his center of gravity better. “jiwon! oh wow it’s really you!” there isn’t any hesitation in doyun as he greets the older. excited, thrilled even, to see someone he considered a buddy once. “i heard someone named jiwon had joined and i was like omg i knew a jiwon and i wondered what the odds were but apparently they were high?? how are you here? where have you been?” 

should he introduce himself? doyun doesn’t consider this. even though he has met others who have had memory loss, he does not stop to think that jiwon wouldn’t remember him. his 17 year old self doesn’t look that much different from his 14 year old self. right? 

[miaxcastle]

ragtag team.

Long story short, a mission needed people and a few volunteers were hastily gathered in what could be considered a ragtag team. Time was of the essence and lives were at stake, so all of the agents moved as fast as they could to the assigned site. The mission simultaneously went well and to shits because technically, they did complete the goal of rescuing the people they were supposed to. Those humans were found quickly and escorted out by some of the agents, including their only medic because one of rescued needed urgent care. 

As for the rest of them...well, they decided to try and finish off the demons in the building. It was a fine plan considering how much damage they had already managed to inflict on the creatures, but nobody could have predicted the sudden collapse of the entire property. Sure, this establishment was likely two hundred years old, but it should have held. Whoever manufactured it clearly didn’t use the proper materials in favor of gaining more profit. Those damned business people. 

Cheng was on the second floor and when the ground underneath him gave away, an attempt was made to steady himself. Alas, gravity bested him, and he ended up falling all the way into the basement, where he found himself trapped with another agent (@miajiwon). 

Thuds continued above and around them until eventually, only the sound of their collective breathing remained. Cheng checked on his communication device - broken, much like his right arm. The roof caved in, but one of the basement pillars stood strong, which was why instead of being buried completely under debris, Cheng and this other agent had a triangular shaped resting space. 

Turning on his belt flashlight, Cheng carefully tapped on some of the walls around them with his intact left hand. Solid, but not unmovable. However, did he dare risk trying to dig them out? First of all, he only had one working arm. Secondly, he wasn’t sure if moving things around would cause this building to further collapse. There were other agents in this building and their safety needed to be taken into consideration. Also, were the demons all eliminated before this place fell apart? If not, then...

“Agent Vox,” he called out quietly. “Is your communication device broken? If not, I think we should try to send a signal. It may be wiser to wait for assistance here rather than try to free ourselves blindly.” Cheng leaned back. “What do you think, we should have enough oxygen?” He waited for a response while checking himself for further injuries. That right arm definitely needed a medic and was actually quite painful. Everything else was negligible in comparison. “Are you injured?” Because his flashlight was a weak one, and he couldn’t actually get a good look at the other person’s condition. 

[meiakrp]

E N T E R I N G  C O D E  N A M E … AGENT VOX YOUR IDENTITY HAS BEEN CONFIRMED. WELCOME HOME, AGENT.

Agent Vox is enhanced and has been assigned to team DOVE.

ACTION REQUIRED ;  Please follow and welcome your fellow agent.  

A demon has you and your team cornered. Your medic is down and you’re running out of energy. You notice that there is a way to escape but it would mean leaving your team. What do you do? Be honest.

( blood, injury, death tw )

RESPONSE RECORDED BELOW.

well, that's an oddly familiar sequence of events, isn't it?

jiwon chuckles half-heartedly at the question, hands clasped together in front of him. he didn't expect to get this far, and he most certainly did not predict this sensitive of a question right off the bat.

but he supposes it's a fairly reasonable scenario to be presented with. it's not like they made it up just to torment him...hopefully.

so what would he do? medic's down and he's losing steam fast—seems like a pretty hopeless situation. they're faced with a demon, after all. he still struggles to keep his hands from trembling at the thought of being face to face with one again. eyes blank and soulless, black markings creeping across their body, uncaring of the screams and pleas around them, or more specifically, from him.

( he remembers screaming. he remembers pleading. "noona! please, it hurts," he remembers crying out as his sister stands over the lifeless bodies of both strangers and family alike. this wasn't the jisoo he knew, not the one who raised him after their parents were killed. not the one who promised him she'd save the world from demons. not the one who told him they'd be together forever.

it can't be her. she would never.

jiwon clutches at his arm, trying to keep the deep gash from bleeding out further. his head was spinning, vision blurry from tears. the demon in the shape of his sister moves closer, and the screams from behind him grow louder.

he turns around in shock—he had almost forgotten about them. a group of kids, seemingly around his age, that he had instinctually ran in to protect. both him and his sister had heroic streaks, after all—

but he wasn't her.

he could barely stand anymore, his legs growing weaker every second that passed. he was terrified, and the pain in his arm was so intense he could barely hear past his own blood pumping.

ba-dump. ba-dump.

his head feels like it's about to explode.

"noona..." he whimpers, shaking his head as he takes a step back. "please don't do this. i need you."

but nothing happens. )

jiwon doesn't remember much else of that day, but perhaps that's for the best. he wouldn't want to suffer the same fate as his sister, after all.

the respect and love he has for her is unparalleled, but part of it is corrupted by the feelings of betrayal he's had to cope with all this time. his all-powerful hero, fallen victim to her own emotions. how pitiful, no? a promise to protect, broken, and jiwon still doesn't know what caused her downfall.

all he knows is that he must never suffer the same fate—at all and any cost.

"i'd stay and fight," he's stronger than her now. "i'm confident i could kill the demon. i'll take them all down."