#oc threads

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@qionysxs​

Black cotton face mask pulled up to hug just under her sunglasses the pianist doesn’t spare much of a glance around, following behind her companion who leads the way. Her own heels make resound clicks against the cold marble floor, the only sound she bothers to pay much attention to. “You sure about this Eva?” Giving him a simple hum in response she approaches what she assumes to be the secretaries desk first. Her sister was smart, but even she didn’t see everything in its entirety when it came to taking a different perspective in things. “Excuse me, I’m here to see a Prosecutor Mei Wang. Is she in?” Though her voice is on the softer side and muffled through her mask Eva’s words are nothing short of a clear statement. She was there to see who this top prosecutor was. Exchanging a few words about needing an appointment and needing to sign in the pianist refuses to sign any paperwork. No name on a sheet, no lips on a plastic cup, fingerprints on a pencil. Nothing. Not for this. “I have urgent information regarding the recent murder at the La Rouge hotel, I’m very positive your Prosecutor would be interested.” Letting her voice harden, she feels Taehyung take just a step closer to her and clear his throat. Ever so protective. Of course, he knew what was at stake here. 

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"we are real. we just don't like proving it." muse of your choice, from chungha. [qionysxs]

“Of course you’re real, you’ve got squishy cheeks and flesh and bones Miss.” Ryujin indulges into her patron’s words, deciding why not. Of course the woman seemed a bit.. off? Everyone was real, humans of course. No god, no devil. Just people. It was always this night of the week that was quiet. A regular slow Tuesday 1am. With nothing much else to do as of the moment, the bartender spends her time polishing already polished glasses as she stands before the woman with rather intriguing words. “I’d like to think I’m real,” Setting the wine glass down she looks up to the latter. “What do you think?”