Eun Ki Seong

Eun Ki Seong Planetary Avatar S.I.F.E 93 years old Leader of S.I.F.E. Demi-pansexual Demi-panromantic

[thesmolestnebula]

Café Nostalgia

[zhou-sunwei-blog]

Zey fish around in zeir pockets like any normal person doe, pulling out the exact amount, having kind of expected it just from other coffee shops pricing about the same. Zey hand it over easily, Eyes following the persons motions, head tilting. Zey give a polite smile when xey talk of just running the place, giving a soft chuckle. “Still work all the same.” Zey shift as zey wait, the questions of zeir origins making zem blink. “I don’t mind at all. My family was born and raised in China, though I moved here on my own.” Zey wonder in their head just how different China is now, as zey haven’t been back in close to two centuries, so most everything had to have changed. Zey would go back one day soon.

[thesmolestnebula]

"Ahh." Xe smiled a bit, placing a hand on xier hip. "My mother-" Xe held out the last 'er' sound for a few seconds, thinking that xier mother would have been really old if xe had continued that sentence. "-er's mother came from Korea and was one of the picture brides. She came back over way before the Korea's split up into the given north and south." Xe moved the hand off xier hip, placing it on the counter for support. Being as old as xe was, it was hard to remember what was okay to say in front of people and what wasn't. And xier entire past was not okay to even speak about, even to S.I.F.E. members.

[thesmolestnebula]

Moving Forward

[theirishtitan-blog]

Raising an eyebrow at Nebula, Mason reached out and grabbed the hand that had been offered, giving it a firm and hearty shake with a gentle smile. “I know who you are mate,” he said with a wry smirk, “I’ve seen you on the telly too many times to not recognise you, but it is a pleasure to actually meet you, glad that you’re a fan of my work though…” he shrugged and allowed their hands to slip apart as his sentence ended. Standing there, hands hanging by his side, he brushed his hair behind his ear and looked at their dashing leader quizically. “Well, mostly been about doing the hero work rather than being a terrorist or anything like that, but I think we’re a pretty solid section even if it is just me most nights.”

[thesmolestnebula]

Xe raised xier eyebrow at something the man said, making xim back up a bit. "You do realize that we're not the terrorists right?" Xe frowned, crossing xier arms over xier chest. "We are the freedom fighters, the ones who create the change that is needed. We fight for justice for all of our kind, and the recognition and human rights we deserve. We are not science experiments and we're not trash that can be thrown away. The only reason I started was to protect future generations from this threat that our government has placed onto us." Xe shook xier head, looking down. "If that makes me a terrorist, then by all means I am. But in my heart, I am a hero." Xe sighed a bit. The rant was a bit much but it pained xim to hear anyone use the word terrorist when referring to xier movement. "You are all heroes. And if I find out anyone in my movement ruins innocent lives just to get a point across, I will break them myself." It was people like that, the ones that used their powers for evil, that ruined superhuman's names. People like the Quiet Ones, who were already killing themselves.

[thesmolestnebula]

Café Nostalgia

[zhou-sunwei-blog]

Zey scan over the menu quickly, spotting his favorite kind of tea - jasmine- and giving a small smile. Zey turn when zey hear someone speak, head tilting as zey regard them, smiling at the accent zey can hear in xeir voice. Zey couldn’t place it at the moment, but it was distinctly from the area round Taiwan, possibly. Zey didn’t think on it too much as zey turn to xem. Zey nod when asked if zey’ve been seen here before. “I come whenever I have a late night at work. Thesis’ on the history of ancient Egypt don’t get read in just an hour, you know?” Playing up the role of tired history professor, zey wave towards the board, rubbing at zeir temple for a moment. “Just a cup of jasmine tea, if you please?”

[thesmolestnebula]

"That'll be two-fifty." Xe would take the payment before looking back at the only barista there, having her start to make the drink. Of course xe could do it, but she was there for a reason; and xe was only supposed to take over the cash register in place of xier employee. "I wish I could say I know what that feels like, but of course I just run this place." Xe smiled a bit, trying to strike up conversation since xe was bored and no one was there. "If you don't mind me asking, where did your family originate from?" Xe was curious really, mostly because xe didn't meet enough people of color out here and it was nice to relate to other Asian cultures. Even though when xe was young, Korea was still it's own country. Hell, xe didn't even live there when it split apart, which was actually good in xier case.

[thesmolestnebula]

Café Nostalgia

[zhou-sunwei-blog]

Zhou had had a late night. Zey had been up all night working on a case for the Quiet Ones. A S.I.F.E.R shapeshifter had been giving them trouble, and was one of the kinds where only other shapeshifters could detect them when in their other forms. Zey had stalked the shapeshifter all night, taking down notes about their patterns and tells. They’d marked them for take down later, but it had been around 4 in the morning when zey had finished, and then zey still had reports to do. 

So now zey were walking downtown, heading to a teeny cafe hidden tucked between two other shops. It was quiet and small, and zey knew the shop served some of the special Asian teas that zey drank. The bell above the door rings as zey step in,  shaking zeir coat off to flick some on the water off from the rain. Zey look around, spotting someone reading behind the counter and moving towards them. “Hello? You are open, yes?”

[thesmolestnebula]

Eun looked up from xier book, spotting the person as they walked in. “Ah yeah we’re open almost all the time. I have enough employees to keep us open no matter what.” Xe smiled a bit, closing the book and placing it off to the side as xe stood up. “I’ve seen you here before haven’t I? Of course I never run the cash register, so I can’t be sure, but I do sit back here sometimes doing work.” Xe had no idea who zey was in terms of what zey did; but maybe it was a good thing because xe would have tried to eliminate him there and now. That wouldn’t have been good for the cafe’s business at all, or xier cover. “Is there anything particular you’d like or do you need time to look?”

[thesmolestnebula]

Moving Forward

[theirishtitan-blog]

Dressed in his costume, which was basically dark trousers, a belt with a few handy items attached to it. A vest with the words TITAN scrawled across it and some gloves. Not to mention the domino mask. It wasn’t a particularly imaginative costume. But then again when it came to anything other than cooking he wasn’t particularly imaginative. But then again it didn’t need to be, his visage became pretty vague when he was covered in his iron skin, and he didn’t want attention, he just wanted to help people and this government didn’t know what they were doing. So he was branded a terrorist for going into burning houses and saving cats from trees. 

As he made his way through the safe house he looked down at Nebula and smiled. He knew who Nebula was, he’d seen xier on TV and even watched xier work, but he’d never met her. “Oh ‘ello there,” he said with a grin, “what are you doin’ here?”

[thesmolestnebula]

Nebula was lost in thought when the person came up, causing xim to turn around to greet him. Looking at his shirt, xe would notice the name stitched into it, smiling at him. Titan was a name that popped up here and there, but xe wasn't the one who recruited him. He seemed to fall into place after the government found out he was using his powers to save people; because you can't control a hero like that. Either way, they'd hold out their hand to offer a shake. "You must be Titan. I am Nebula. I remember hearing about you on the news when you saved those twins from a burning building; I'm always glad to see people like you pop up on my radar." Xe took the shake for a second before pulling back, as xe crossed xier hands over xier chest. "I just came here to check up on what this section of the movement has done in the past few months. I have to make sure no one is overstepping their boundaries; and of course Delta keeps me updated on you all, I still think it's good to check in personally."

[thesmolestnebula]

Meeting of the ages

[badbloodbastian-blog]

“False? Hardly,” he scoffed. “Because o’ ye an’ yer antics, others ‘ave begun to rise up an’ cause trouble. People ‘re gettin’ hurt. Our group was made to protect people from harm. Somethin’ yer public outcry is keepin’ us plenty busy wit’. People are gettin’ hurt - or ‘ave ye not been payin’ attention?”  Bas shook his head, casually striding in a wide arc around them to re-position himself just in case. A force of habit.

He’d heard this all before. But the american government always liked to have its advantages in the world. Having loyal superhumans was just such an advantage. It was what he’d been telling himself all along, what he’d been programmed to believe in. “Yer protests an’ displays scare an’ otherwise rile people up. An’ yer followers aren’t always so docile. For someone who’s supposed to be a leader, ye seem rather clueless about what it is ye’ve actually started.” Bastian was no terrorist.

[thesmolestnebula]

Xe looked down at the man still, xier smirk and sassy expression changing to an empty one. Nebula was no terrorist either, and it irked xim that the government had the nerve to call xim that, just for fighting for everyone’s freedom. "I see you are too far lost at this point, but that doesn't mean I'll give up on you." Xe walked forward off the roof, landing on the ground without a problem as xe started to walk towards him. "Just know that at least there's one person in the world who isn't going to let you be a weapon for people with grabby hands." Xe smirked a bit, getting up in his face as xe leaned in and kissed his cheek, whispering in his ear. "I'll be seeing you, Infernus." With that, xe created a blackout, that almost instantly took effect. This would last for the next five minutes, giving xim enough time to escape without being caught. Xe was gone, hoping xe had left a seed in Bastian's mind that would grow to make him realize what he had done.

[thesmolestnebula]

Café Nostalgia

Eun had opened a tiny café so xe could have something to do outside of S.I.F.E., but of course it was hard work to manage and xe barely had anytime to xierself. The upside was that xe wasn't getting any older, so xe had all the time in the world to do what xe wants. Walking around in it brought back memories, of xim and Bastian planning to grow old together, which was ironic in many ways. Either way, xe would sit working, running the cash register after one of xier employees had called out for a family emergency. The day was pretty slow though, so there was no point in working too hard, causing xim to sit down on a nearby stool and begin to read one of the books nearby. Sure it looked lazy, but no one wanted to stand all day. And all employees were allowed to sit if they felt like it; it's inhumane to ask people to stand for eight straight hours. Plus someone was going to come in and pick up the shift in a half an hour, so it didn't matter to xim. All xe could think about was Bastion that day for some reason, maybe after this xe would have to go out and see him again. 

[thesmolestnebula]

Moving Forward

Nebula was in one of the S.I.F.E. hideouts hidden around Manhattan, wearing xier costume as they sat in a chair near a window that had a view of the skyscrapers in the distance. Of course it wasn't a super tall building, but it was three stories, which was enough to see over the house across the street and towards the skyline. Most of the hideouts were at abandoned warehouses and all the other stereotypical places you would think of, but it was no problem since no one usually went into them in the first place. Xe'd fix xier gloves, pulling them up a bit to make sure they didn't fall off. The main headquarters was in Manhattan, but only elite members of S.I.F.E. were allowed to enter there, and it took extensive knowledge to find it. Of course, Nebula was at a lower warehouse to rally up some of the movement's active members, hoping they'd all be ready for action.

[thesmolestnebula]

Meeting of the ages

[badbloodbastian-blog]

First it had been Deep Space. He’d known them, in some capacity. He knew he did; he’d known them rather well, even despite the muddled memories. The falsely planted misconceptions. Though some had been unraveled somewhat, bringing forth other memories. He had trouble ascertaining what was real and what wasn’t. Even to this day. But they’d be far too old to lead a movement now. Still, Nebula must have been related, a child of theirs. They shared the same powers, had the same flirtatious way about them. Even the manner in which they spoke was the same, accent and all. Perhaps Eun had shared stories of him. It was clear from the time they first showed up that they’d known about him.

“Ye keep tellin’ yerself that,” he remarked snidely. Deep down in the pit of his stomach though, he did. He enjoyed the banter. The witty comments and verbal cheap shots. He’d enjoyed it with Eun too. Bastian eyed them carefully, giving nothing away with his body or facial expressions. “They ‘ave other thin’s to do. Believe it or not, ye an’ yer group aren’t our only problem to deal wit’.” With a roll of his eyes, he folded his arms across his chest, heaving an annoyed sigh. “Yer dangerous, ye an’ yer lot. People keep gettin’ hurt an’ thin’s destroyed wherever ya turn up. So yea, I am. I don’t go around makin’ a spectacle of meself.” As per usual, he was being snarky.

[thesmolestnebula]

Nebula laughed, placing xier arms around xier chest as xe listened to the man. “That’s false, I know your little group was formed specifically to stop the movement.” Xe scoffed, looking up at the sky for a second. “We don’t make a spectacle of ourselves just for your entertainment, we do it because we need to be heard. What you mouth-less lunatics are doing, is killing yourselves. What do you really think they’ll do once they eliminate all of us and are left with you?” Sometimes, xe just wanted to test the waters, and see if xe could cause Bastian to come to his sense and join the right side. Of course it never really worked, but they had to keep trying. Remove the hooks in his brain and then they could become an unstoppable force that no one could deal with. “And we don’t destroy things. You and your Quiet Ones attack, if we want to point the terrorist finger at anyone, there’s an obvious candidate standing in front of me.”

[thesmolestnebula]

Meeting of the ages

[badbloodbastian-blog]

Bastian didn’t wear a costume. He never did. But he also wasn’t the face of anything. Being a Quiet One meant operating in secret. Doing government dirty work not broadcast to the public. Just another way to control the situation. To keep the trust of the people. Ignorance was bliss after all, right?

Everyone within the Quiet Ones, or with clearance to the group, knew who the Irishman was though. While much of his file was classified save for the higher ups, there were certainly whispers. Infernus was a force to be reckoned with.

Bas had other cases to be working on currently. But the costumed menace who seemed to have made themself the ring leader of S.I.F.E. was asking for trouble. Taunting the government. The Quiet Ones. Whenever Nebula was directly involved, Bastian was sent in. Generally with a team. But Nebula wasn’t actually doing anything - aside from calling him out basically. He had a group in position awaiting his command though. He was cocky but he wasn’t stupid. Still, he’d likely keep them on standby.

“We gotta stop meetin’ like this,” the Irishman stated 

[thesmolestnebula]

Nebula sat on the rooftop, smiling at the man as he walked up. Xe knew him, and xe knew how much xe hated him. Of course xe couldn't love him, he was on the opposite team, but xe still found it fun to interact with him from time to time. Xe stood up, looking down at Bastian as xe smiled, placing one hand on xier hip and the other to xier side. Xier accent was noticeable, since English wasn't xier first language, as xe spoke up to him. "But I do so love our little chats, don't you?" Xe walked to the side a bit, xier heels clicking on the rooftop as xier cape moved with the wind. "Where's the rest of your team? I was hoping to put down your little attack dogs. Though I guess if you want to have a little dance of our own, I’ll be happy to oblige." Xe snickered, trying to stop from flirt-fighting with him as much as xe already was, but this was just how Nebula did things. "Please indulge me Infernus, do you actually believe you're doing the world a justice? That you're the good guy in all of this?" Xe didn't want to fight until initiated, so xe would just try to avoid it, but was still ready to react. It made xim nostalgic to fight him, and bad memories weren't something xe wanted to remember.

[thesmolestnebula]

Meeting of the ages

Eun was wearing xier costume, sitting on a rooftop above a gas station off the highway, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Right now xe was known as the famous Nebula, who is the leader of a 'terrorist' organization known as S.I.F.E., a group fighting for the rights of superhuman people. No one knew xe was Eun; mostly because Eun would be 93, and nobody expected xim to survive that long, let alone look the same as xe did when xe escaped. Though none of that mattered right now, since xe was only trying to flush out the group known as the Quiet Ones, in hopes to make some progress in the movement. Right now all there was to do was wait, but xe knew eventually one of the sorry government lackeys would come to face xim. Maybe it wasn't best to be looking for a fight, but with the movement taking a hard hit from government lies, xe needed to ensure they would come out victorious.