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whoa okay hi sorry i've been neglecting my boo here. been kinda losing muse but i still kinda want to keep him so in hopes of reviving my muse, i'm going to clear out all rps (except kai's and kris') and will now be accepting new plots. ; w; please like this post if you'd like to plot!
— ghost in the shell ; °
i’m not a peeping tom! (/ char exclaims too quickly to actually believe, even if he isn’t one… he isn’t. really. ) i’m — just actually sight-seeing. (/ and even though it’s the truth, he’s still irked by the flimsiness of his defence — ) i like to sit on roofs and think. (/ following suit, he trails after the elder further inside. ) seriously. (/ he adds, as if actual thinking was something so startling; unexpected from the likes of char. maybe it was, hence he had to convince himself. ) ah it’s cold. (/ he mutters, sliding the door closed with a clack before returning to face the other. he rubs his palms against his forearms, brushing off the creeping chill. ) what about you though, hyung — what are you doing here? (/ char remains rooted to his spot, though he does make a few attempts to peer around. ) you’re in a hotel room… are you on a holiday? by yourself?
(* it's a sick kind of enjoyment really, the way he likes to watch people crawl in unease and anxiousness. there's always some kind of amusement at seeing sides of others that are usually so hidden. typically it's to the demise of the other but today his actions are just in jest. he has no intention to harm the younger boy as of yet. how long they'll be able to maintain this hyung and dongsaeng relationship, he's not quite sure but he'll leave it till push comes to shove. ) fresh air help you think clearer? (* idly chats as he rakes his hand through wet hair and shakes off the residue of the water. ) i got a job out here, making sure rowdy kids like you don't step out of line. it's too bad you're not in high school anymore. (* lets out a low chuckle as he takes at the edge of the bed, patting the empty space next to him. ) don't act like such a stranger, kai. this is my vacation home for the night. (* snorts at the idea but he supposes there's some truth in the words. ) if you don't need to go, you're welcome to stay here the night. i'll even let you hog the blankets to warm yourself up.
— ghost in the shell ; °
(/ char’s the type to shoot back some witty-ass reply; he’d say something about the lack of a cat and that he made it here on his own. a terrible comeback — he knew it himself, but he liked to show he had fight [ as if it wasn’t obvious already ]. but anyway, that’s not the point here. the point is: is there any point? a tangible one? — char reaches forward to make sure, not giving any thought that he might look stupid right now. his fingers tentatively inch toward the other’s chest; his movements are painstakingly slow and uncharacteristically wary — as if this fantastic mirage would shatter if he moved with any less care [ because char still thinks it’s possible ]. )
… hyung? (/ the boy’s eyes grow wide, as if he’s been hit with a fast roller of realisation — more importantly, recognition. ) you’re not dead! (/ he exclaims even though somehow and somewhat horrified. despite this, a wide grin manages to unfurl his previous glower. ) you’re alive! you’re alive. alive. (/ an urge that’s as strong as instinct pulls the pyro in to embrace the elder tightly, probably too tightly — because, even though this man was a memento of his tenebrous past, yixiang was the palliative candlewick within that murky shroud; yixiang was only good to him. )
(/ though, char doesn’t even realise how fast his body became in warming back up to him — and, to say so in the least, it’s embarrassing. he pulls away just as fast, scoffing to the side at his own pitiful behaviour. he was supposed to be grown up now… though he does admit, that sometimes he feels like a few years of his childhood had been stripped away from him — it made him feel almost a decade younger than he really was. and the fact that this was a recurring feeling often triggers the question of its realistic validity. even so, he wouldn’t have known where to begin to look or even what to think… and look at him again; on a tangent. he scoffs again, though he’s always known well that he was prone to lapses of pretence around the elder. ) … i’m not cute, nor am i a kid now. i’m big and strong, hyung. (/ char says, puffing out his chest in challenge. a futile action, however — even in his dreams, he’d never be as tall or as strong to out yixiang in anything… and trust that char has dreamed about yixiang’s return one too many times until this fateful night. )
(* it seemed all of his past was set on reviving itself in the city of busan. friends and foes alike seemed to have been gathered here in what could only be fate's idea of an interesting game. of course, he'd never expected nor purposefully avoided this moment. frankly, it'd come a lot later than he had expected. how could the world forget gao yixiang, crazed serial killer, just because the government willed it? human lives were far too complicated to be simplified so easily. ) so i am. (* releases a low chuckle before the other moves in for an embrace. it's an action he's never been accustomed to his whole life but it'd be a lie to say he didn't like it when it was dear little kim jongin in his arms. he'd met him only out of a request from his adopted hyung and while kai had never been as important as his adopted family, hence his annual visit to rewipe his memories, kai was still special in his heart. he wouldn't call it love because what did a monster such as he know of love, but there was a fair amount of attachment. ) and so you are. (* he reaches out to lightly ruffle the other's hair, not to belittle him but rather to silently thank him for growing well. he still remembers thin and young kai and it is true that the present him has gotten bigger and more charismatic. he almost sees a glimmer of himself, figuring kai was about as old as he had been when he'd first met him. ) what brings you here though? i never took you for a stalker or a peeping tom. (* prods in amusement. he already knows why the other is in busan but he's more curious about the details that the intel the government cannot provide. speaking of which, he hardly expects to be discovered but he makes his way back into the room just as a precaution, expecting the younger boy to follow suit. )
∅ — fear sets in ;
/ * when she’d set eyes on him for the first time upon entering the acolytes, fear had gripped her hard and frozen her in her place. his face was still crystal clear in her memory, the way he had killed her alternate self burned in her memory. she knows his name, knows his face, knows what he’s done, in that universe. in this one, he’s a criminal, just as she is, but he makes her knees weak and she trembles from the memory of an end to her other life. that universe never collapsed but she never went back. the absence of her alternate self is a gaping hole in that parallel that she feels she might get sucked into. )
godfrey. godfrey oppa, can we— / * eyes around them fixate on the two of them, two enforcers speaking? without their handlers in sight? words would spread and it would travel back to the leaders. ) oppa, can we talk in private? / * it’s a risk for her, a stunt she’s pulling and he could very well be someone that she shouldn’t trust, he could hurt her while they are alone, but she makes the request because this conversation is theirs alone. hers and his. not for all those others watching them to pry. they’re not planning a rebellion or treason, there’s no reason for anyone to suspect them. )
(* teamwork had always been a strange concept to godfrey. estranged since his childhood, even close ties with his adopted family pushed him closer to loneliness and monstrosity. yet now he was affiliated with the acolytes. partners were mandatory but the group always also pushed for closeness among the whole organization. friends definitely wouldn't be the word godfrey would use to describe his teammates but still, he worked with them to the best of his abilities. ) then you're going to have to buy me dinner, you know. (* teases in response with a straight face, well aware of all the watching eyes. it's his effort to dispel any rising suspicion, not that he particularly cares. everyone in the program knows that he's hardly one who sticks by the protocol. ) follow me. (* he tilts his head side to side in loud cracks as he approaches the stairwell that leads to the rooftop. there's not many places in the building that are unwatched so the open space up top would have to do for now. whatever it is that the girl wants to speak about, she obviously wants to keep it a secret. as for what it exactly is though, godfrey has just about as little of a clue as their previous bystanders. ) what is it? (* questions as he leans his body against the railing over the side, neither bored nor anticipating the response )
— ghost in the shell ; °
( ... )
(/ his shriek echoes throughout this whole side of the city at least, but he manages to catch the edge of the base pavement where the balcony floor protrudes. hauling himself up isn’t much of a task — but what he neglects to remember is why he’s here in the first place… the very reason now stares back at him, and only now he remembers. the yixiang hyung ghost. ) … um, nice night out, isn’t it? (/ char plays it off coolly [ 98% just looking dumb ], leaning against the railing like this was home. funny — impromptu dates with the dead were still considered home to him. )
(* relief used to come in the form of fake praises and the warmth of blood dripping down his fingertips. now, he seeks for simpler refuges such as that found in the freedom of living in a space of his own. of course, it's only his for the night. home since relocation has been in a camp filled with thousands of displaced victims. it's only moments when he finds a willingness to get an earful from his handler that he goes against protocol and takes an unannounced leave for the night. )
(* he's just come out of the shower and getting prepared for a smoke when he realizes he has unexpected guests. he makes no move to indicate his realization but it's a futile effort when the other ends up alerting half the town in no less than a minute. his eyebrow cocks up in curiosity as he peers down to check who exactly his clumsy spy is. he's neither hoping for a friend or foe but the face that greets him is one that takes him by surprise. )
well well well, look at what the cat dragged in. (* it's been years since he's last seen the boy but still he knows its certainly him. after all, he'd just seen a picture of him recently. dear kim jongin who he'd once treasured as a little brother was now a wanted fugitive on his hitlist. his profile sits at the bottom of his file, nearly untouched save for an unrecognizable picture that's been mutilated by a burning cigarette. godfrey's ruthlessness is a fact but it's times like these that he seems a little more real. ) you used to come running to the door yelling hyung. what happened to that cute kid, hm?
- you're a wolf
{ ... } you’re supposed to be dead.
(* fate's a funny little thing. it shows favor to some but not others and it hardly makes any effort to differentiate between what society deems is 'good' and the 'bad'. how else could one explain the living breathing example that is godfrey gao. twelve lives and still fate shielded him. even when he'd finally been caught and was fully prepared to pay the penalty, fate took favor of him and spared his life. )
(* then there were poor saps like the one sitting in the opposing chair from godfrey. he'd probably done nothing but have bad timing that had gotten him caught smoking on the rooftop. with that, off to the devil's den he went and godfrey feels for him, well, at least somewhat. the way these students studied made even him want a smoke. alas, he wasn't here to make ethical choices of his own. he was just here to scare the students straight and from the look on the other's face, he's done another good job. ) get out of here. i catch you one more time and ... (* old habits die hard. a thumb drags across his throat to mimic a slicing motion and that's all that is needed. some may ask if he means it but words should never be taken lightly, especially if you look at godfrey's record. of course, the world may never know anymore. most kids are smart enough to never take the chance to meet godfrey a second time and looking at how quick the other scrams, he doesn't seem to intend to either. )
(* with the clock now striking seven and the room back to a single party, godfrey lets out a sigh. a few cracks of his joints relieves the after effect of sitting in his office most of the day and he's decided upon taking his leave for the day. being a rule enforcer was such a stifling job for someone who didnt even follow society's rules, let alone nitpicky school ones. he's just scooting back his chair when a voice calls out to him. )
you're supposed to be dead.
(* the words are alarming ones when one takes into consideration the fact that acolytes were all undercover. of course panic is hardly a feeling godfrey is familiar with and so a cheshire smile greets the unexpected guest instead. ) yeah. well science says the probability of someone existing is about one in seven hundred trillion so i guess we're all technically not supposed to be alive. (* it's an evasive answer for now as he studies the other's appearance, trying to figure out what connection it is that the two of them exactly have.)
■* yesterday's promises
(* a new page and a fresh start, that is what the acolyte is to sentenced mutants as himself. other's can be wary as much as they'd like but it is a fact that the program changes those who go through its entirety. ) -- (* godfrey's a changed man for sure, but of course, that hardly means that he's a completely different person. histories cannot be changed. experiences cannot be unwritten. memories cannot be undone. there are just certain things that cannot be touched. to godfrey, these and much more are true. promises are just another form. ) you've gotten prettier. that's good. you know oppa hates ugly girls. (* he greets with a light chuckle as he eases himself into the chair across from her. it's an action that's fairly ordinary if you don't take into account the fact that its been four years since the world has come to believe that gao yixiang has died, that the world has cleansed itself of a mistake let upon humanity.) -- (* this is hardly allowed by the rules as well. the government would have his head if they knew he'd potentially revealed their biggest secret to one he was supposed to hunt down. funny how fondness had such a big hold over a serial killer. funny how it's this very loyalty that got the government to trust him. ) our promise hasn't expired yet, right? let's go today. (* leave it to the crazed godfrey gao to pick right up into the old pace of things with no sense of rational or common sense. )
ohp hey there qties * v* i really need to get godfrey's links up but i just woke up so that'll be done later when i'm more conscious haha. anyway, i'd love to get some plotting done so hmu if you need a little bit of a psychopath in your muse's life ehehehe. you can also just like this post and i'll come to your ask or just find me on aim at exoesque. thanks!
