Midnight.

han siyoung. 27 years old. daughter of the goddess.

[v13siyoung]

v13nashira:

Some days, Nashira forgets that Siyoung isn’t accustomed to this sort of thing.  That walking through galas and adapting to the desires of the rich is not part of everyone’s life.  She thinks that’s one of the reasons she likes being around Siyoung so much, that despite that she still wants to be around Nashira.  “We’re both on standby so it shouldn’t be too bad.  If you get called into the party though,” she pauses and steps forward, “have you been to a gala like this before?”

She shakes her head. “Before when I was with the temple, the priestess would sometimes go to events, and I would accompany her. But the people attending were world leaders, not...” She pauses, biting the inside of her cheek, thinking of an appropriate way to describe the situation. “Socialites and businessmen having a party for fun.” She spares a glance to Nashira from the corner of her eye, looking away quickly. “Sorry.” 

[v13siyoung]

v13nashira:

In some ways, Nashira is glad she’s not going to be in the main part of the gala for now.  As much as she wants to argue with the captain about it, perhaps it’s a good thing.  Especially when she finds that Siyoung is going to be on standby duty as well. And if she knew her friend, the other would a tangle of nerves.  Not that Nashira really blamed her, she just had the advantage of this not being her first time dealing with something like this.  As such, Siyoung is the first person she seeks out after getting her own disguise together, just before they land.  Though she is mildly surprised to find her still in her room.  “Hey, you doing alright?”  Nashira steps inside and closes the door behind her.  “And don’t lie to me, you know I can tell.”  She playfully teases the other with a small smile.

Siyoung wrings her hands, her whole body tight with tension as she looks out her window. The ship is slowing down as it enters the docking station, the sun just setting. The gala is going to start in a few hours, and though she’s only on stand by, she feels too nervous. They’ve done several missions since she’s arrived but each time she still feels this way. They’re all so different, and everyone is so confident while no matter how many instructions she gets she still feels confused and useless. She’s lost in thought when Nashira steps in, and Siyoung is caught off guard, almost jumping at the sound of the other’s voice. She manages a small laugh, looking away bashfully, back out of the window. “Well, I guess I am. But only just a little.” She says this more for herself, because it’s clear enough to the both of them that she means a lot. “I’m just going over what I need to do tonight in my head.”

[v13siyoung]

v13jisung:

(...)

“don’t go up,” he warns, immediately. even if they’re not looking out for her, going through that stairway would only attract attention. there’s a more promising route, only visible through the floor plans he has. “y’see the small doorway, near the reception? it’s for staff, but it’s not being monitored right now. go through that, the staircase will lead you two floors up, to a ballroom. you should be able to blend in there.”

from where he stands, siyoung will be out of the guard’s line of sight from there. the other one is distracted, thankfully, not paying attention to her. he can only hope it stays that way.

She’s just about to head upstairs, hand reaching for the railing when he speaks suddenly and she freezes, looking up. There’s a man at the top of the stairs, sleek black suit and eyes trained on her, turning to face her. Siyoung backs away slowly, turning around and walking away quickly. It would have been helpful if Jisung had said that before she’d caught someone’s attention, but there’s no use in scolding him for it. She can hear the sound of their shoes clicking against the steps, no doubt following her and she hurries.

“Behind the reception?”  Siyoung reaches the door but it refuses to open. The receptionist is helping someone else and has their back turned, but not for long as and Siyoung panics, before spotting a name tag on the desk. She snatches it, passing it over the door’s lock and breathing a sigh of relief when it flashes green and she hears the lock click. 

She drops the name tag on the floor and heads in quickly, running up the stairs. “Which way now?” 

[v13siyoung]

v13nashira:

(...)

“Well, I can only accept that offer if you’ll allow me to buy you something later.  A book perhaps?  Or lunch?”  She tries to sound playful but she means it.  The gesture is wonderful but Nashira always likes to give back in equal measure. A habit of hers that her mother thought to be frivolous.

Siyoung bites her cheek to hide a grin, restricting herself to giving Nashira a small smile. She’d prefer not to trouble the other woman that way, but she knows her crew mate is stubborn when she wants to be, and so she gives in. “Well, alright. I can’t say no to that. A book then. Any kind, I don’t mind.” 

She leans forward, holding the pendant and the earrings Nashira had been eyeing, carefully placing them in the hands of the shopkeeper. “Just these, please.” 

Her eyes linger on the earrings, hand reaching up to touch her own ears. Siyoung’s never had them pierced, or anything else for that matter. When she was younger she’d watched the High Priestess adorn herself with a number of silver necklaces and bangles, each important and with different meanings for the rituals. But she’d never had much jewelry of her own, save for a single bracelet she’d bought once on a whim. Siyoung bites her lips, before she touches Nashira’s shoulder, hand hovering close by her ear. 

"How long have you had your ears pierced? I’ve always thought about it, but I’ve been too scared to try.” 

[v13siyoung]

v13minhae: 

(...)

he crawls off the bed so that he can sit across from her on the floor cushions, crossing his legs and holding a pillow in his lap. “i know you don’t like talking about it, but why? i at least want to know.” his voice is softer, tinged with something like genuine concern, a stark contrast from just moments ago.

She purses her lips, setting the book on her lap as if about to make a serious point. But Siyoung stays quiet, letting an uncomfortable silence sit over them. It’s hard, putting to words the answer to his question. She’s not a talkative person at all, and since she’d been young she’d learned to keep her feelings to herself, lest it make trouble for everyone else.  Siyoung opens her mouth to start, but closes it when she finds she doesn’t know how to.

But Minhae is waiting, staring at her with expectant eyes so she needs to say something. 

“I just-,” she pauses, wets her lips, “it’s very difficult for me to meet people.”  Her whole body is tense, voice tight as she thinks carefully on her words. “I’ve never been with anyone, and neither has anyone close to me so I-” Her throat closes up suddenly, and she closes her mouth, blinking quickly. “It’s not fair to make fun of me when I’ve never even had the chance to do... this.”  She gestures vaguely to him, unable to hold his gaze. 

[v13siyoung]

starter for @v13jisung

There’s the unquestionable feeling that she’s being watched, the hairs on her nape rising with apprehension. The hotel lobby is far from empty, but it’s much quieter than what she’s heard is going on upstairs with the gala well at it’s peak. Minhae has been chirping in her ear, his boredom a sign that things are going well and according to plan, and that’s all she needs before she smiles into her glass and tells him to annoy someone else as subtly as she can. 

She regrets it now, turning her head just so to see a man dressed in black standing not too far away, undoubtably watching her.

Siyoung looks away as quickly as she can, staring at the glass in her hand before deciding to keep it. It’s got her finger prints after all, and she doesn’t know what yet for, but she doesn’t want anyone using them. She fixes her hair as a guise to touch her ear piece, walking quickly towards the main stair case. 

“Jisung? Anyone? Can someone please help? I think I’m being followed.” 

[v13siyoung]

v13suji:

(...)

her ears keen on siyoung’s words. “ you said believe again? why, sister, i thought you held no doubt in your heart? ” she teased, tilting her head in a playful nudge. “ is there something that has shook your belief? ”

“Well, not all of it, but this is already so beautiful, isn’t it? I don’t think I can ever get tired of this view.”  Indeed, she’s already been caught by this window several times by other crew members, tiptoeing out of her room at night to marvel at the psychedelic galaxies and the million glittering stars that shine against her eyes. There’s a touch of amusement to Suji’s voice, but she pays it no mind, keeping her smile to just a quirk of her lips. 

“There might be a beautiful little star near by me who’s shaken my heart.” Almost immediately after she says it, she bursts into a fit of giggles, covering her mouth with the back of her hand and turning her head away. 

“Goodness, I’m sorry,” she stops to breath, a few little laughs slipping from her lips. “I couldn’t help it, you set it up.” 

[v13suji-blog]

- ̗̀ ✧ “dog” v. human

[v13siyoung]

v13suji:

(...)

vipe naturally barks in its programmed response to the introduction, only egging suji on to elaborate their fondness for the moving machine. “ he’s practically jaehyung and i’s baby. everybody loves him, ” nudging the android’s head forwards siyoung’s direction.

She makes a face of absolute horror, a garbled wail erupting from her mouth as Suji lifts up the android and brings it closer to her face. “Get that thing away from me!” She rushes to the other side of the table to put as much distance between her and Suji’s devil creation as she can. Siyoung slams her hands down on the edge of the table, forcing the other end up a few inches.

“I know what an android is! They’re supposed to look like- like-”

She panics, bottom lip trembling as she tries to remember the word before her eyes brighten. “Like roombas! Not like a fake dog! Robots shouldn’t bark or look like a canine!”

Vipe wags his tail and she shivers right down to her toes, bringing her hands up to protect her chest. 

[v13siyoung]

This plot list is LONG over due but this is what you get when you sign up to work the Eid holiday. BUT anyways I’ve got a few rough plots below, so if we’re not plotting yet, you could take a look. Or if we are, we could just use it to make an additional thread, whatever works!

Siyoung’s been to quite a few planets, and more since joining Vanta, but she’s barely seen any of them properly, so yes I want cute touristy things for her to do with the other members vuv

Even though she’s a big softie, she’s still an excellent fighter and a very skilled marksman, and she does have a little bit of a competitive streak, so maybe our muses can spar a little? Maybe someone throws out a dramatic (please keep it friendly kids) challenge?

Your muse still doesn’t trust her and keeps undermining her. Siyoung is really patient but she won’t stand for being treated unfairly.

Despite now being a ravager, Siyoung has never actually like... committed a crime. Never even shoplifted a lollipop. Help this girl live a little, please.

Your muse is from Kavasch, and was there living in a city that was under siege, the same time that Siyoung was. This plot can be a little heavy and complicated? So I’ll explain it better in the dms if you’re interested.

I’m home after 18 hours if I think of more tomorrow I’m just gonna make another plot post RIP

[v13siyoung]

starter from @v13suji​

She turns her head from one side of the deck to the other, taking in the machinery and flashing lights; green and yellow (and she’s starting to understand well enough that red is never a good sign). There’s bits and pieces left about by the crew members, small things that remind her that despite how large and intimidating the ship was, it was still their home in a way, comforting in both its enormity and it’s coziness. 

Her eyes drift to the massive window, gaze softening with wonder at the view. 

“I suppose it is enough to make a person believe again. It’s so beautiful, isn’t it? And we’ve only uncovered one tiny portion of it all.” 

It amuses her a little, that Suji talks to her about belief, and the Sister in her craves to start teaching, but baby steps must be taken. For now, she sighs contently as she looks out. “You can see a thousand stars from this window alone.”  Her nose crinkles with a frown as soon as she says it though. “Or is it a million? It’s always more than I can guess.” 

[v13suji-blog]

- ̗̀ ✧ “dog” v. human

[v13siyoung]

v13suji:

(...)

and the greatest opportunity comes upon them when vipe pads his way in. suji squeals at the android and picks him up despite him being metal and gears. “ hey little guy, what you got for me? ” she was there when jaehyung built the first prototype. suji positively loves animals and combined with an android, vipe is just another machine that she adores, maybe even cherishes more than some crew members. so she enthusiastically introduces the pet to siyoung, “ say hi, vipe. this is siyoung. she’s new here. make sure you recognize her for your database, ” she speaks to vipe as if he was a person, but the android was fully intellectual.

Given that it’s been a week, Siyoung supposes she should be used to all of this by now, and so she does her best not to look around the room and stare like a fool. But she can’t help it. Growing up, the temple had been made almost entirely of stone and wood, with only a few metal devices here and there for the Sisters to communicate with the main land or transport items. And though Siyoung had been on ships before, none of them quite compared to Vanta.

She gets the inkling that Suji finds it amusing, much to her own embarrassment, and so she fixes her eyes to her tray, very, very glad that the food is very much not metal. 

It then strikes her that she has yet to meet the cook, and she makes a mental note to do that later. 

They’d just been making light conversation when that metal monstrosity walks in, grinding gears and grey limbs, lifeless eyes that look very much like bullet shells. Siyoung drops her spoon, freezing in her spot. Suji greets the - whatever that is - cheerfully, but Siyoung nearly falls out of her chair as she stands up and steps back, pointing at the artificial demon. 

“What is that?”

[v13siyoung]

v13nashira:

(...)

“The bug?  It’s a kind of centipede common here.”  She picks up a necklace with a large amber pendant and holds it up to Siyoung.  “The jewel though is supposed to bring luck and healing because it contains old energy of the land and the wisdom of ages.  At least, that’s what my grandmother tells me.”  Nashira still had an old amber jewelry piece given to her by her grandmother for that very reason.

Siyoung listens intently, taking in every word from Nashira’s mouth like it was the treasured gem between them, not the amber pendant. Of all the crew members, she thinks Nashira may have been kindest to her - that, and she just has such a particular way of talking that Siyoung can’t help but hold on to her every word. Very few had taken to her immediately the way she had to her, and Minhae had commented only that she’s ‘nice’, the equivalent of saying she’s a good trustworthy person and Siyoung rather would like that in a friend.

“I think everyone on our crew could use a little something like this.”  Skilled as they are (though perhaps not in disguises, she thinks with a glance to Nashira), a little luck would be helpful to them all.

She purses her lips, thinking about the fact that the other woman had to wear a disguise at all. She’s a wanted woman, Siyoung can understand that, but it’s a reminder that Nashira is treated like a criminal, even though she very much isn’t. Or at least, Siyoung thinks she isn’t. She’s not quite sure, given the colorful histories of some of the other crew members. But even if she was, she’s not sure she could give up on Nashira so quickly. 

She seems like a good person, and Siyoung really, really wants to be her friend.

“I’ll take it then. Would you like one too? It’ll be my treat.” 

[cho-rong]

princess yoona ♡

[v13siyoung]

❛ That’s not an orange. It’s a lemon. ❜

No longer accepting prompts.

Siyoung stares at her, utterly confused. “This is clearly an orange.”

To her credit, it’s round and bright orange. It even smells like an orange when she lifts it to her nose, shooting Suji a wary glance. “This is an orange.”

Except she starts to peel it and her eyes slowly go wide when she sees that the flesh inside is a bright yellow and smells awfully sour. She looks up at Suji, making a tiny sound of terror in the back of her throat. “It’s supposed to be an orange.” 

[v13siyoung]

❛ What’s all this glitter for anyway? ❜

No longer accepting prompts.

Siyoung stares at the pot, expression changing from one of curiosity into confusion. It’s huge, like, the size of her head huge, and Nashira seems equally perplexed by why anyone would ever want to buy such a large pot of sparkly gold glitter. It looks pretty, but it’s hardly practical, she thinks. 

“Excuse me sir, could I please take a look at that?”

The shop keeper gives her a strange smile before handing the pot over to her. Siyoung thanks him, before lifting the pot to eye level. A closer look doesn’t reveal much else, and so she turns it around, trying to see of the back label provides any extra information.

“Nashira, why would anyone want edible body glitter?” 

[v13siyoung]

❛ What did you take? How many you’d take? ❜

No longer accepting prompts.

Siyoung touches her forehead, squinting as she tries to listen to his voice. It’s hazy, sort of distant and all too close at once, like he’s breathing right in her ear even when she can see Sol standing in front of her. 

He looks sort of worried, but she’s not sure.

“I don’t know, they were red? Some kind of candy from Minhae’s room, they looked good.”Her legs feel weak and she stumbles backwards, leaning against the wall heavily. 

“I just had a couple.” 

[v13siyoung]

❛ I’m just saying, murder is an option. ❜

No longer accepting prompts.

She closes her eyes, sucking in a deep breath, shoulders rising and sinking. He’s doing this on purpose. He’s doing this on purpose. He’s doing this on purpose. 

“I mean, I’m not wrong.”

Siyoung opens her eyes, looking at Minhae. He’s got that twinkle in his eye, the kind that means he’s trying to see just how far he can push her patience because it’s his favorite sport to see how long it’ll take to get punched. Siyoung smiles and blinks very slowly. “You are very wrong.

So, so, so very wrong.”

Minhae groans, rolling his eyes so hard she expects them to fall out. “No, come on, I mean jus-”Siyoung takes his hand and twists it backwards till he’s doubled over and howling.