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Jeon Jiyoon. Renegade. 모르는게 약이다 Confidential (roleplay account)

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(/really he has a difficult time saying that he holds a particular fondness towards the school. it hasn’t done much for him nor has he done much for it- it made an easy escape route, somewhere to hide away and live the rest of his life without looking over his shoulder, but he could have found that in any country really. however, honesty is not always the best policy. he doesn’t want  jiyoon to hate him anymore than she has to- it isn’t smart to openly make enemies, but he doesn’t want to completely trash the place he lives either. decisions, decisions. after a moment he shrugs noncommittally) I don’t see the point in hating everyone. I don’t hate the mutants in hiding, the ones who want to coexist, or the ones who want to burn everything to the ground. I certainly don’t hate the humans who wants to stop them. (/smirks a little, examining the table idly- not because he’s nervous, but because his eyes don’t really have anywhere else to look. the attempts at overthrowing each alliance don’t concern him much- petty crimes that he’s moved far beyond. there are bigger things in life than who hates what opinion) Maybe I hate everyone equally. At least at the institute I get paid for doing it. 

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Ah— /chuckles somewhat dryly at his response/ I suppose when you put it that way. Hate is a strong word. Denotes some kind of attachment, or importance really. That's the worst part of hate. Letting someone else control a part of you. Don't you think? Everything that comes with hate. The way even your body reacts to seeing that person or thing or group... It's a rather strong effect. Seems a shame to waste it on anyone. /isn't really the best person to speak of hate when she holds so much herself or at least did— her attempts to rid herself of it weren't as solid as she wished but they existed. that wasn't something, wasn't it?/ but anyway—do you really hate them? I doubt it. What is your opinion of them if you don't hate them? You seem more of the neutral type, or the pretending to be neutral because vocalizing any damn opinion seems to get you trapped in type of drama or conflict in this society. To be honest, I would probably be the last option if there weren't other... circumstances in this world. /can't help but smirk a little because her circumstances are far from normal but that's the point of the ongoing "war," that mutants were not normal and it just wouldn't die down/ I guess payment is a good reason. If money is an issue. Do you have limitations when it comes to that? /quirks a brow, not necessarily going where it seems like she is with that question but she lets the assumption linger in the question/ 

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(/despite the small warnings that go off in his head he likes her. she’s smart enough, albeit a little off-kilter, and seems to have as much of a head on her shoulders as he does. he’s unaware of whether or not that’s a compliment tbh. she seems different, though, but that could be because of the general paranoia he carries towards anyone that can string together more than four words. he tilts his head slightly at her words, quirking a brow in something resembling shock. she’s obviously not someone he’s supposed to be affiliating himself with and almost immediately he’s put on alert, ears focusing more on her even as his eyes scan the rest of the cafe. he sips his coffee calmly, showing no outward distress) Really? (/smirks a little) And what makes you say that? (/to be honest, he’s almost completely sure of why she holds resentment towards the institute-it’s the same thing everyone else is thinking, but still, he wants to hear it from her. stay out of the loop in a way that allows him to hear everything) Do you hate humans? (/quietly but almost mocking in its tone. he keeps the conversation between them, voice low enough that no one could hear unless they were trying to-and no one in the cafe seems to show even a remote interest towards the two of them) 

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/the way his eyes focus and seem to nearly concentrate more on her fed her instinct that he was not as dim as she would expect from a person of the Institute but, then again, she never had the best expectations or even thoughts of anyone from there so anything she thought of him would be better than normal. she tilts the cup in her hand, weighing how much she has left until she'd be itching for another cup, finding coffee as a clutch for social interactions more than what could be considered healthy, although no addiction to coffee is likely to be healthy/ which part? About Jeju or... that school? /clicks her tongue as she asks the latter option, a flicker of amusement twinkling in her eyes as she takes a lengthy sip of her coffee, noting that it's nearly gone. his next question causes her to quirk her brows, more entertained by the way he says it than the question itself. she knows her answer but it's not the best thing to say right off the bat, in case he does have an inkling as to what she is/ not humans exactly. I hate anyone who gets in my way. Doesn't everyone? But since you asked, why don't you tell me the appeal to being on the island or with the school? Seems...interesting, to say the least. /leans her cup towards him in a shrugging gesture and places it down on the table to readjust her jacket from falling off the chair, taking it as an opportunity to glance around the cafe without making it noticeable/

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“Maybe a little food won’t hurt.”

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Rolling her eyes at his response, she scratched behind Momo's ear and smiled as he yipped at the red-headed renegade, not used to the presence of a new person. As she set him down, she rolled her eyes at the retort he gave her and lightly smacked his arm. "I am not an old dog lady. He was a gift from..." Jiyoon paused on the name as soon as she thought of him and shook her head lightly, dismissing it as soon as it came to mind— or, at least, pretending to as she watched Momo run around Hyunseung's legs in circles.

It was a part of her life she made a point to keep separate from him.The last thing she wanted was for Hyunseung to get caught in the weird relationship she had with that particular guy although the chances of them meeting before wasn't too low considering their status. 

"You think? What does that mean?" Eyes flickering over him and how he pulled at the sleeves of his sweater, she sighed softly, wondering if her house was cold. Her sense of temperature wasn't always on point.

"Oh— okay, what do you want to eat?" She smiled and pushed him over to the couches, pointing out a blanket strewn over the armrest. "Make yourself comfortable and I'll cook something for you, okay? Oh, unless you're hungry right now. We could always go out instead."

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(/chuckles a little, nodding his head in assent. she’s entirely right, coffee does ease the burn of the day-to-day stupid that often pushes him into being rather… snappy) I suppose it was. (/lets the silence hang for just a few moments as he crosses his ankles, glances around the shop briefly, and brings the cup to his lips) But we’ve done alright so far, I’d think. (/looks back at her, smirking slightly) I haven’t thought of your intelligence level, you haven’t thrown hot coffee in my direction. (/shrugs a little, smirk ever present on his lips. contrary to popular belief, he’s capable of joking) I’d think we’re doing pretty well. (/shifts the cup from one hand to the other easily, the slight warmth he’d gotten from the cup through his gloves earlier is disappearing faster than he really wants it to. he lets silence fall between the two but only for a few moments, just long enough for one to wonder if conversation has ceased) You seem sensible enough to me. (/referring to her earlier statement quietly, training his eyes on her) 

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/damn near snorts, chuckling instead as she takes yet another sip, rolling her eyes/ we're alright if you don't consider how quickly we left that dog cafe /laughs, more so to herself as she thinks back on the way he initially looked at the animals, even the young pups/ what? /places her cup down on the table, leaning closer to him and shaking her head lightly/ that has nothing to do with intelligence level and every thing to do with being a poor waste of coffee. Who dares to waste coffee like that? /picks up her cup again, taking another look around the cafe, noting the couple fighting in the corner simply because the horsemen like that type of chaos too, nagging her to incite more rage in them but she ignores it, wanting the peace of their surroundings to continue/ sensible /she echoes, chuckling under her breath as her brows quirk up in amusement for a brief second/ yeah, sure. We can go with that. /finds it ironic considering the fact that four other men like to incessantly chatter in her head/ you do too although maybe not too sensible to choose Jeju to settle in or that school. /goes against her initial decision to not say much about the school because hey it was a topic she knew they could both speak of other than coffee and his dislike of puppies/

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“It’s nice to see you too, noona.”

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It was an odd feeling, really, to see someone change to drastically over time and she had seen a large majority of it— or so she at least believed she did — while she stayed the same. Jiyoon wasn't one for change and it was obvious. The difference between them in that she resisted change while he embraced and used it for his own gain became more clear the older he became and the longer she didn't physically age at all.

When the curve of his lips changed in that moment, she almost laughed, finding it amusing that he took offense in her words when it was purely said with a combination of jest and concern. "Sounds like a societal concept if I've ever heard one," she replied, chuckling as she patted his back, finally closing the door and making sure Momo didn't sneak out. "How have you been though? You really ought to eat more. You look like Momo eats better than you."

Picking up the small pup, she smiled and held him up to Hyunseung, wondering what his reaction would be. "Cute, isn't he? I remember when you used to be this small. Now you've just shot up there." A cheeky grin lit up her face because she hadn't been there when Hyunseung was a baby but she might as well have considering how much she treasured his existence compared to his family.

"But, speaking of which, do you want to? Eat, that is. I'll cook for you, or try. It's been a while."

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(/laughs a little) I’m sure she will be. (/shifts his cup from one hand to another, listening to what shes saying idly. his eyes stay focused on her but his ears pay more attention to their surroundings. old habits die hard. this doesn’t hinder him from answering her in any way, however, and he shrugs a little in response) Eh, not really. (/he thinks of the dates he’s been on since he’s arrived on the island and almost laughs. none of them were worth call backs. well, none except for one really, but kibum refuses to think about her) I suppose not. Dating isn’t really in my agenda. (/shrugs. he’s been married once, he’s had his heart broken twice, and really that should cover the rest of his love life until he finally lays down to die. he sips his coffee quietly) Not really my thing. (/shifts a little on his seat, leaning forward on the table) And you? Why would she set someone as sensible as you up with someone as rude as me? 

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/nods, somewhat listening as she lazily traces the rim of her cup with her finger and glances around, eyes landing on someone on the verge of dropping a cup of steaming hot coffee. she would've said something, spoken up, but it was amusing really. the horsemen liked it and she's sure she liked it too, an effect of living with them in her head so long, to the point that she's not always sure where their thoughts end and hers begin anymore/ dating's not all people say it is. More of a hassle than anything. I'd rather eat with a friend, if I go out at all /ends up being more honest than she planned but she didn't care, what would he say? or really, what could he say that would bother her? he didn't seem like the type to judge anyway/ I'm not that sensible either, by the way and I doubt you're much ruder than I can be. I'm just... placid considering we saw puppies and drank coffee. It's funny how she sent us on this when you hate them and I love them. It's just a fail waiting to happen, isn't it? 

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Jiyoon smile is so perfect.

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x. Baby, I'll Be Bulletproof

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” We kick some ass, that’s the plan.”

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Insufferable couldn't begin to describe what they had experienced in the past few days yet that was the point of the trip: for them to suffer. Countless exercise after exercise until Jiyoon lost count and even the horsemen grew tired of what she was doing albeit content. The amount of displeasure and chaos what with the failed mission and the training itself was ironically keeping her alive when it felt intended to wear her down. 

She couldn't find it within herself to say anything of it, pretending to be as drained as the rest when the only severe injury she maintained was that to her pride. It was what the clan centered around in her mind, pride. The best of the best. The elite but even those at the top risk falling. 

As she stared at the mountain ahead of the newly assembled group she was deemed part of, she vaguely wondered if that was why they were to scale the mountain. If anything, Kyung could bring it down, couldn't he? But the point was the reach the top. Undoubtedly, the point would be to make each other fall. 

Were they nearly mirroring the failed mission? Sent into the teams they were in before, a sigh escaped cracked lips, dry from the lack of proper hygiene and the dirt they were subjected to practically laying in for quite some time during the training.

"Obviously plans worked the last time," she drawled out sarcastically, not able to help it when she thought of speaking to the angel. The horsemen naturally despised him and so her reactions were inclined to be the same but she could control it, not that she truly cared to. All she wanted was to leave the island. Not once would she have believed that such a beautiful location could turn so dreadful but, then again, Jeju wasn't full of wonderful memories either.

"Kyung, can you figure out anything about the surroundings? Huh, Cronus?" She chuckled, thinking back to one of their earlier conversations. Turning to the others, Jiyoon tugged at her blood stained shirt, not bothering to wonder if it was hers or not and continued. "Don't forget, we have to think of the others. I can bet you anything they're thinking more of a plan to attack us than to climb the mountain right now."

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{{ silent night

” sleep in heavenly peace … “

necromancer’s, by nature, are distant. from this world, from other people, and of course, from one another {getting two necromancers together would not be a smart idea}. this comes from the fact that they both spirits and people, something normal people lack the ability to see. And, in order to attach themselves to others {because they know that the beings would depart over time, never to return}, the created a distance which allowed them to stay … unknown. 

but, as expected, there are exceptions to this universally ingrained rule. 

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Training. Training. It was a word she despised much less wanted to help another in yet she had found herself in a mentor position years ago, dealing with a renegade much younger than her that mostly likely didn't understand her powers like she had at that particular age. Unlike him, she had a mentor from a young age. Her father and it was precisely because of him that she did initially did not look favorably upon the task. 

Only when she realized that he could have a better experience than her did she think it best to adopt him - for lack of a better word - and train him to the best of her abilities; and hopefully to his. After all, despite the difference in generations, upbringing, and ability, he was as she once was, confused and in need of a helping hand. Although she was not the best at being maternal, she attempted to act in such a way for his sake. 

So when separation became necessary, for his growth and even her own, it was in a sense difficult to bear, a bond formed with him stronger than she believed but one day their paths would cross again. She was sure of it, or would make sure of it. He was, of course, the closest thing she had to a son, being unable to have a child of her own. 

The knock on her door brought with it a flood of emotion, which couldn't be seen at first, but existed much like the wind, not visible but felt. Opening the door, she smiled and pulled him to her. Jiyoon wasn't one for displays of affection but he was different. Hyunseung was essentially the only family she had on the island now, following the departure of her brother. "You're too skinny. I hope that doesn't affect your fighting."

Although she lightly chided him, there was a faint smile on her face as she gestured for him to come in so she could close the door. As she did so, she felt an odd sensation swell in her heart. Maybe that's what it was like when one's child came home. 

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(/laughs softly at her awkward attempt at smoothing over what she obviously assumes to be a stab at his pride or something. he’s not offended in the slightest and watching her try to apologize for something she probably doesn’t feel bad about is more than a little amusing. he pushes the amusement away but leaves the smirk behind since it has no intentions of going anywhere tbqh) Hm? (/sips his coffee before chuckling a little) Probably because she thought it’d be funny or something. (/shrugs) It’s not that I don’t like dogs. I just. (/frowns a little because no kibum, it’s because you don’t like dogs) They aren’t my favorite animals. (/yea sure, that works) Honestly, I think she may have been aiming to make this as awkward as possible. 

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/finds herself feeling curious as to why he's smirking rather than irritated as she normally would be but they're in a cafe and she has her coffee so she really can't be bothered by much, nodding as she listens to him, finding his reason more amusing than she ought so/ Is it funny? I like animals myself. /nods again, hiding her smile with the cup as she takes another sip, as if she believed him when he said they aren't his favorite animals, anyone with eyes could tell he didn't like them/ if that was her goal, I'd say she succeeded for a while. Now isn't too bad though. Maybe she'll be disappointed /chuckles at the thought and places her cup down, glancing over at him/ why did she set you up anyway? Not into the... what is it called... dating scene, I guess? 

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Following the appearance of sentinels, you are to retreat. Do not attempt to engage the humans. There is no need to further embarrass the clan. Report to the Brotherhood base for further instructions, you will be assisting them on the rescue later.

/bow long tossed to the side as she found herself in a direct altercation with one of the staff members in the Institute, slammed against one of the supportive pillars of the first floor, somehow traveling from the second during the fight, the order came as a shock and a devastating realization, they had failed, she had failed. Quickly gathering herself and charging her opponent, leaping and wrapping her legs around their neck to swing her body around and bring them to the ground with the twist, she landed on all fours before breaking off into a sprint towards the nearest exit, dashing towards the forest and avoiding whatever came her way, breaths escaped her lungs harshly, chest rising and falling violently as she stumbled against a tree trunk in the forests along the side of the island.

Reaching towards her right side, she groaned silently and under her breath as she pulled out the dagger lodged in her side, skin starting to heal over slowly. It wasn't the wound that caused her pain but what it meant. She had a moment of weakness and was caught in it. The repercussions of using her power to that extent and creating celestial arrows of that size and strength were best known to her yet she was stabbed by one of the students there before she could react first to their presence. There was no mistaking it. The renegades, every single one involved that day, would pay for the failure and her thoughts vaguely went to her friend. If her texts had been discovered, the punishment would be more severe and that fact haunted her as well as she started to run again, heading the best way to the brotherhood base. Everything could be thought of later, for now she still had direct orders/ 

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A large gust of wind alerted him a student was trying to fight back, and his face hardened. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t do that. It wouldn’t do you any good to put me in a bad mood” Rising his his voice he called out. “None of you should try to upset me.” His eyes turned into crescents as he finished with a smile “Or I won’t be the only one without a heart.” Just as he finished speaking a boy fell to the floor his eyes completely blank and devoid of life. “Would anyone like to attempt something else?”

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She had her doubts, not in the Renegades themselves because their training was vast when compared to those typically inhabiting the Institute but in the outcome. Surely, they could successfully and, only in some cases, effortlessly take out those that attempted to be an obstacle but knowing that people she actually knew might be within the building they were to attack, her throat felt dry, shoulders tensing briefly as she watched Youngmin enter first. 

Nodding at the others, she took her position at the side of the school, tugging her gloves securely before climbing up a tree closest to the wall she needed to access. Traveling as far up as she could, she jumped off the nearest, thickest branch, falling to the rooftop with a loud thud and rolling until she caught her balance, leg bent underneath her as her right hand provided stability. Rising to a standing position, she walked over to the exact area the lounge was meant to be stories below and glanced down for the window that was meant to be there. The blueprints they had acquired had been accurate after all. 

Distinctively, she could hear Youngmin inform her it was her turn to enter and she breathed in sharply, taking a few steps back as her hand took hold of a hook hanging from her waist, ends of rope tied to her and the hook itself. Running at the ledge, she leaped over the edge, letting the hook go and catch on the ledge to propel her through the window and landing successfully on the second floor, overlooking the lounge.

Thirty seconds until the alarm would sound. Jiyoon pulled the bow free from its holster on her back and focused all her energy into her right hand, a white glow emanating first from her eyes and gradually flowing over her body as an arrow composed of pure fire, glowing brilliantly in hues of red and orange, traces of blue proving its intense temperature as she placed it to the bow. Twenty-three seconds and she drew her hand back, releasing the arrow into a corner of the lounge and already creating another as she watched flames erupt amongst the crowd of immobilized people below. 

Continuing until all four corners has been shot at, fire engulfing all in its path as she smiled, glow disappearing and a throbbing began in her temple. The alarm that began to sound didn't help at all but her smile remained, quirking into a smirk as she spoke. "Time to make your entrance, guys. I trust you'll do it in renegade fashion."

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*raises an eyebrow upon reading the replies to her messages, not quite expecting the other to get ahold of her number, but is nonetheless thankful she is at least greeted by recognition* (text) A funny twist of Fate indeed. How does the following week sound? (text) Also, good luck with whatever it is you will be preoccupied with.

[text] That should be perfectly fine.

/doesn't bother to think that she could very well be injured and recovering in the next week but she would deal with that when the time came/ 

[text] Thank you. I'll talk to you another time then.