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[epochpoints]

name: kim mingyu rank: a class: offense total points: ( 175 ! )

participation: ( 25 )

what a ride ! : ( 50 ) 

bottomless pit : ( 50 ) 

carousel thrills : ( 50 )

[nxamber-blog]

✖ ;; what a ride!

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with the news of the summer festival, there came the promise of everything that came with said festival: games, food, and best of all (at least in amber’s own humble opinion), rides. the thrill of feeling her stomach drop and screaming at the top of her lungs was enough to excite amber. after all, even if she was a mentor, she was still a child at heart. 

when the line moves forward, amber is quick to find herself a seat and begin strapping herself in. safety first, after all. the free fall ride is definitely a thrill, especially since it feels as if you’re plummeting straight to your death. after she’s finished strapping herself in, she looks over to find another, equally excited as she is.

“ready?” she asks, trying to make polite conversation before the ride starts. she tilts her head to the side, with a giddy smile on her face.

[surannx-blog]

{ cantaloupe party ;

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Crowds of people lost in loud conversation and intense heat living on a ray of personal revenge towards Suran made the summer festival overall difficult to enjoy naturally. It wasn’t her and never had been. The few friends she cared about seeing were busy with their own commitments, causing what social interaction she could willingly tolerate to be cut short. But everyone seemed to be taking pleasure in the festival somehow (even if she wasn’t), so though stubborn and set in her mindset, a part of her could understand the long lines for ddukbokki or popcorn and the loud shrills surrounding every won prize at the various booths scattered across the area.

It didn’t help that the festival was overrun by more than just familiar faces she’d seen around the Institute. She wasn’t incapable of handling those without gifts and other mutations; she’d spent the first 19 years of her life surrounded by them. And she wasn’t so elitist in her mindset that she couldn’t grasp why the headmasters had opened up their school’s grounds to the rest of the citizens; promoting unity amongst those who are different is painfully obvious (especially when Nexus students were training to someday protect said people).

But if she had one more kid ask her to ‘do that cold smoke trick with [her] mouth’, she was going to officially lose her chill (pun intended).

It was exhausting and the sun was truly an enemy greater than any Suran has ever faced, her biological nature created to be weak against such an extreme, opposing temperature. Her only (faint) ally in the midst of such a hot summer day was the island’s humidity. Suffocatingly thick at times for anyone else to breathe, but relievingly sweeter than the cotton candy for Suran.

She spotted a tree; huge and welcoming and providing a large amount of shade she so desperately needed to recollect herself. Manipulating the air’s moisture did little good when she was still stuck under the sun and if she had any chance of cooling down, finding shelter in the towering mass of leaves was her only logical next step.

Suran was just steps away from embracing the promise of cool refuge when she was stopped (again) by a small child with a high-pitched voice, insistent that his friend promised if he found the taller lady with the expressionless face and flower headband, she’d do a ‘really cool trick’.

(She silently promised to complain to Ahyoung later about giving her such a recognizable headpiece to wear.)

“Lift your head, close your eyes,” she instructed, lack of patience not once betraying her voice (she was cold but understanding of any child’s natural curiosity, regardless how much she complained). “On the count of three…”

Squatting to better level herself, the frosted air escaped her lips in a gentle breeze. It was much less harsh than her normal gust of chilled wind, a trick not hard to achieve considering her own rising internal temperatures. But the child was amused nonetheless, fascinated by such a simple skill on her part and appreciative of the refreshing air against his own heated face.

He was running off in seconds, hollering loudly as he met back up with his own friend, “It really was cool – literally!”

Lifting the bottle of water she had been carrying, Suran quickly consumed the soothing liquid, desperate for relief against her parched tongue. She was in the middle of rushing back towards the tree – mid drink – when she ran into a solid figure.

Water knocked from her hand, restraint knocked from her mind, Suran’s irritability flared to life and escaped her mouth faster than she could stop it. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Her eyes immediately shot to the one at fault (naturally, not herself). “You’re in my spot.”

[ahyoungnx-blog]

Mystics & Crystals [Ahyoung and Mingyu]

Short manicured fingernails tapped at the table, the sound muffled by the thick velvet tablecloth that, in Ahyoung’s opinion, tied the tent together. Each piece of the decor, from the crystal ball down to the tassels that hung in the doorway, were important to the ambiance- they added a much-needed touch of theatrics for those that fell short of mystic. While Ahyoung found herself other-worldly, few beings from the dark realm could see the future, and even less (zero to be exact) were willing to share their visions with the mortal. Because of this, the summoner’s words were purely deceit accompanied with fiery sparks, courtesy of one of her most loyal demons, Ukobach.

One by one, people came to be humored, smiling faces asking to be told their fortunes, the glittering expectation evident in their eyes. You will find your true love? Your week will be filled with luck? That’s what they want to hear. Most people were predictable, as was Ahyoung- she had no plans to give anyone the satisfaction of a good fortune.

Word must have spread fast throughout the festival, or maybe it was a spell of good luck that kept the line short for the majority of Ahyoung’s shift at the fortunetelling booth. The dramatic change in patrons’ demeanor after their few minutes of ‘special effects’ and the brunette’s husky tone giving a less-than-positive fortune had people thinking twice about the attraction, giving the faux oracle more time to herself in the comfy atmosphere to reap the benefit of the volunteer opportunity; the benefit of being seen by her superiors for her selfless contribution to the festival.

“Come. Come get your fortune, seekers of the unknown,” Ahyoung’s voice fell flat as the words came out. At least she was trying.

[nxjeongguk]

( * carousel thrills

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the sweet tang of the vanilla soft serve melted in his mouth as his dark brown eyes scanned the venue. a sigh left his sticky lips as he took in the sight of the long line for the kissing booth. his friends were excitedly waiting in the never ending queue for a supposed chance to kiss the most popular girl in school. an image of a glaring girl and her equally angry brother flashed through his mind quickly before he shook it off. an over exaggeration, perhaps, but jeongguk really did not want to take any risks when a possible beheading was involved. 

avoiding the booth like the plague, the bored boy decided to make his own fun. wandering around the festival, jeongguk felt at peace. with everyone he knew and their mothers in line for the popular booth, the rest of the venue was relatively empty. crowds were never the teenager’s forte, so for that he was grateful. having been forced to participate in the festivities against his own will, he found the quietness a pleasant surprise. giddy off the wave of content, he decided to step out of his comfort zone. the lines for the rides were shorter now that everyone was preoccupied, a perfect opportunity for jeongguk to test the waters. 

as he was looking around to decide which attraction to tackle first, his eyes landed on a familiar, lanky frame. with a small smile etched on his lips, jeongguk quickly made his way over to the boy, shaking in line. nimble fingers tapped his friend’s shoulder as his eyes gleamed with excitement.  “i know plastic horses going in a circle at 0.5 miles an hour is extremely scary, right? don’t worry, it’s your lucky day because i got your back.”

[nxsehun-blog]

( FIST, CHOKING )

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you’ll never want something like this again, not that you can. 

this is what you get when you think you’re being very smart when slipping the beating human chest, the human pounding organ between their lips and devoured along their sweet throats. thinking that you can infect and rot their bodies from the very insides to find them succumbing to yours. what makes you fucking think that im sehun? 

but im sehun you give and got, and the reason why you’re such a mother fucking piss boy is because you gave and pillaged. being content from merely taking was something she made sure he’d be in this very moment to undergo such an affliction. 

aka: piss drunk, rambling on foolish ends with a tongue that bites. 

“fuck you man, what gives?” is said after a shove of the shoulder, little brace impact with scathing voice. figures, im sehun is never kind when bitter, drunk and undoubtedly, foul. now with eyes flashing to our poor friend existing as an excuse to dig nails into his fist with jolting adrenaline, he packs a perfect mirage of a character to his (admittedly now, looking back,) pathetic spectacle of bravado and brokenheartedness. 

im sehun is the very worse like this, but surely it’s been stated time and time again. alcohol with an unremedied heart of the brashest, most hostile of kinds would lead him to this. 

his tongue that bites, clearly has fists flying -- flying to him of course.