ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ Players, welcome to the third game! We will begin
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ momentarily. The game you will be playing today is
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ MINGLE...!❞
Squid.Game mini multimuse featuring 095, 222, 240, an OC and The Frontman! MINGLZ derived from the word "Mingles" a variation of the third game, Mingle. Because the song has been stuck in my head for weeks.
Blog/Bios/carrd under construction. (naturally)
Blog contains triggering topics such as: Blood, Gore, Violence, Death.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤManaged by Kippy (she/her. canadian. EST.)
New to the K-rpc, not doin no drama and what-have-you, just here to have fun!
2 tahno???? I was going to say that's too much, but it's not :3
Can't remember if there's any other ships- there's a few at this point gjnfdhsbgd
ft. my other blogs @feiiizhu and @minglz
@minglz liked for a Squid Games test muse starter.
In-ho & Eun
"The next tests will require you to work with four others. The others should be hear shortly, so you may rest until they arrive."
The Front Man watched the worker to see how she would respond to his latest orders. While he didn't often address workers personally, he had felt inclined to check on how the game testing was going. Plus, he wanted to see how his experiment was going.
Did this girl really get a kick out of following her around? Since Tug of War, player 240 had been like her shadow: always close behind her, chatting up a storm about anything and everything. Sae-byeok didn’t know why she bothered— it wasn’t like she was the most talkative or welcoming person in the world. At the very most she grumbled a word or two in response to her persistent questions before one of her own was asked: what did she want from her?
“I’m not here to entertain you. And we’re not friends, if that’s what you thought.” She didn’t do friends. Never had. Like she’d let anyone close enough to be worthy of such a title. People were untrustworthy and Sae-byeok preferred to keep them at arms length. Especially in a place like this where everyone was out for themselves— money, the only thing that mattered. Of course, Sae-byeok wasn’t so different. She needed that money if she wanted to help her family.
Regarding the woman beside her with a curt once over as she took another bite from their joke of a meal for the night, Sae-byeok spoke again. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I don’t know what to think of you yet.” She finally confessed barely above a whisper. Player 240 was very.. peculiar. Sae-byeok hated that it piqued her interest.. not that she’d ever admit it to her.
[ ASSIST ]: sender picks up and carries the receiver away for medical attention because they've been injured and can't walk easily.
-- @minglz
-- tw long post drabble and super angst under the cut ! --
Even if she had unwashable blood on her hands for years of both working in Finance and the Games... Manager 016 was a tactician, not a soldier.
She was the brave daughter of a veteran, had carried a weapon at her side for years now, practiced her aim, and even once ordered triangle soldiers to carry out an execution. But she never felt one meant to use the weapon she carried.
Behind her mask, she closed her eyes while firing on the revolting contestants led by Player 456. Fellow squares dropped like flies into a dish of crimson. For years, surrounded by the sight and scent of death, why was being up close to it bleeding every ounce of her courage & grit?
Even when her father spoke of unglamorous war stories, she hadn't thought much of dying. Not back then, before she crashed and burned like a comet, when there was too much ambition to look forward to. He was gone now, proud and peaceful to rejoin her mother, taken too soon. Deep down, even when she wore his dog tags beneath her uniform just to feel human, Jiwan always carried the silent shame knowing her Appa would have died sooner had he learned what really became of his daughter's 'comeback' since her blacklisting.
Player 456's mutinous revolution in its suddenness and death count had paled the 2020 Dalgona revolt chaos that slew her mentor, Square Manager 010.
Survive, survive again...
Manager 016 — oh, f--k rank and number, what does it even matter anymore?
Jiwan couldn't even remember when she hit the ground. Her leg flared like searing fire she'd never known before, and contrasted to the cloying dampness of what she could only deduce to be blood. Was it a graze or a direct hit? She didn't bother, it hurt too much to move, anyways.
Futilely, she reached her radio to call for help. The squares to her left and right were already dead. She hadn't bothered to patch herself. She wasn't a coward, but this kind of helplessness was just as bad. What good would it serve to survive now, when even Front Man turned on his own?
Behind her mask, streams of tears fell as she panted to contain her pain.
She always justified to herself that shame was a worse fate than death... but no, death was just as bad.
Some half of her pleaded to be put out of her misery. Another begged in silence for release, for someone to save her, or was it for forgiveness?
A shadow loomed over her - she blearily looked up to see, between her wet vision a figure of turquoise. Too late to play dead. So, was this... it? Jiwan's arm, by reflex or instinct, pulled her weapon to aim in defense, and bracing herself for her own demise, before the figure drew closer, a familiar face, a more familiar voice.
001.
"In-Ho...?" she could barely wheeze, before she sharply sucked in a breath as she felt her weapon pulled from her. And rather than be turned to her, it was... somewhere now, and arms reached for her. She flinched before feeling the grip tighten around her, and strong arms lifted her from the ground. Murmuring into her ear, something she could barely decipher.
Her head rolled against his shoulder. Listening for a heartbeat - either his or hers. Was that really you? She shuddered, forehead pressing into the crevice of his neck. Damn this mask. Suffocating her. She wanted to rip off, that darkened her sight, and collected her soft sobs like a void.
She was delusional, possibly dying, or perhaps worse, destined to awake in this nightmare all over again because fate had spared her.
Weakly, her arm lifted to around his shoulder. In happier days and fleeting work-crush fantasies, she'd imagine what it would be like. Weightless and protected. Saved by someone she held a silent, complicated, undeniable respect for. Now, what did any of it matter aside from what could be a dying wish?
'... hold me... close... please...'
She couldn't remember whether she said any of it aloud or only to herself.
'Just hold me once, like it all wasn't all for nothing.'
@minglz liked a starter call & received Adeline for In-ho
There were times of rarity that she felt remorse for taking lives, except in this case since they had attempted to ambush her first. She had been aware she had made her way onto their shit list for some time due to effortlessly ending the lives of the players they had made sure received less than a quick death in order to harvest their organs to sell on the black market. However, they had it coming when they attempted to ambush her in her private quarters with a knife they had snuck in completely unaware she had snuck in a weapon as well that she kept well concealed in the sleeve of her uniform.
Even though she had taken the time to enjoy the V.I.P enmities, she opted out of the blue to temporarily pose as a guard for the time being, causing the other V.I.P's there to inquire why she wanted to do such a thing. So she feed them the lie that she wanted to experience the games from a different point of view, but in reality she was hoping to dish out some revenge upon people responsible for harming those closest to her. Finding it ironic that they wound up here of all places thinking it would be a safe place to avoid being taken out by the likes of her and her ex-husband. Stepping over the dead bodies on the floor of her room she hastily proceeded to prepare for the day. Slipping on her mask she went on high alert when she heard a knock on her bedroom door. Taking a deep breath she stood at attention watching as the door creaked open and in walked the man of operations himself. "Sir! I can explain everything."
@minglz liked for a Squid Games test muse starter.
Recruiter & Ji-Yeong
"If I didn't know better, I would think that you were trying to lose on purpose." The recruiter was rather used to the ddakji routine. If she were to beat him, she could win the briefcase full of cash. When she loses, he slaps her. While he often had to slap people multiple times, he could've sworn that he caught a glimpse of smile.
@minglz liked for a Squid Games test muse starter.
Geum-ja & Young-mi
"Welcome!" Geum-ja smiled as she gestured for Young-mi to enter her home. It wasn't the largest place to be holding the gathering for all those she invited, but it was hopefully homey enough to make everyone feel comfortable. She wasn't sure who all was actually going to come, but she had prepared more than enough to feed everyone.
"Have you been... well?" She wasn't sure if well was the right word to use considering what they had been through in those games, but it was the word that came out.
