Poisoned Chalice

*Roleplay Purposes only* *I don't own any images* Tidbits: Name:Lee Minki Nickname: Tox Occupation:Brotherhood Terrorist Hometown: Inju but spends his days at the BH base. Age:25 Birthday:January 16 Mutation: Poison Generation

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{/he’s still digging through his room trying to find the kitten or cat or whatever the hell is making that horrible scretching, when his phone vibrates in response)

Tox ya mother fucker {/he growls out as he reads through the reply. of course it had to have been something like that. and of course it had to involve a certain terrorist)

{sms} what the acTUAL FUCK MAN!

{sms} why the hell do u even have a prerecorded cat yowl??!!!

{/he huffs out doing his best to control his anger with the damned yowling still trying to push him over the edge of sanity)

{sms} if u don’t want every plant in every fish bowl drained ur ass better tell me where the hell it is!

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{/starting to make his way back to the brotherhood portal in heukyang he has to keep from practically cackling to himself}

[sms]:Because reasons! cat yowls are annoying as fuck! And! And! A certain incident where my peppermint patties were fucking replaced with chocolate covered toothpaste requires retaliation!!! I KNOW IT WAS YOU BEACH TRASH!!! NOBODY ELSE KNEW!

{/stepping through the portal he starts to make his way over to the damn guards room, only half remembering what exactly he had done a few days back before typing a hasty response as his precious plants are threatened}

[sms]: THEY ARENT FISH BOWLS THEY ARE TERRARIUMS!!!!!! AND YOU WOULDNT FUCKING DARE!!! ME LAS PAGARAS TODITAS PINCHE BASURA DEL MAR!!!!!

{/kicking the door tox practically makes the shittiest entrance before the yowls reach his hears and hes making various hand gestures}  Fuck, that’s louder than i remember. And!  And! Before you go fucking touching my plants! I may or may not have forgotten where exactly i places said recording......but! it is in the ugliest stuffed animal i could find. You havent notices an addition among the others have you?

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{sms} be warned, if u're not on base, there is a cat yowling somewhere {sms} cant find it {sms} it's been three hours man. {sms} THREE HOURS!

{/hearing his phone go off he stops beating up the poor sap who had the bad luck of talking shit on his attitude, grabbing his phone mid kick before pressing away at his phone}

[sms]: What???? Did you finally fucking lose it?? All that fucking sea water gone to that beach trash head of yours?

{/thinking a few days back he gives the loser on the ground one last kick before walking off, remembering his little stunt he had pulled a while back as he snickers to himself}

[sms]: ACTUALLY! now that you mention it……that cat isnt a cat. It may..or may not! Be a prerecorded cat yowel on loop hidden somewhere in your room…..

[sms]: That I may or may not have forgotten about and accidentally turned on somehow…..YOU CANT PROVE ANYTHING!!!

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what does tox do with his time? 

“gamble? con good people out of their money? maybe you really do feed kittens to compensate for the fear you invoke in genuine hearts,” shrugs, “i don’t have a stamp collection. you probably hate animals. what good does guessing do? i know you don’t swim anymore.” 

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Watching Chanyeol and noticing the fact that he has yet to leave without so much as a goodbye, he keeps discreetly filing his glass from time to time. Just to see how much Chanyeol would drink and have Mr Boss Medic start to show his body actually does have a limit before it slips up. Though it probably wasnt a good idea to get one of the only medical professionals in the Brotherhood plastered. But! Nobody would know it was in fact Tox who did it. Or at least there would be no proof aside from Chanyeol’s words.

Listening to the medic he cant even try to stop the laughter leaving him. “Pfft. So creative, really. I commend you for your originality”,  he says the sarcasm is practically ripping from his every syllable but he honestly should have seen it coming from Chanyeol. Welp at least the other tried. Then there are fleeting images of gambling,conning and of a certain cat or maybe he should elaborate mentally, catboy? Sure, a certain catboy who did have his full attention a while back before theres a grin on his face. Wait. Focus! 

Standing up he crosses his arms, a toothy grin on his face as he does in fact refocus, “Wellllll, you’re not all that fucking terrible at trying to get me. I’m more of a cat person”. Drinking the last of the amber in his glass Tox continues on to chatter, pleasantly surprised as he finds out Chanyeol doesn’t have some lame stamp collection, quickly shrugging it off, “Full of surprised arent ya!? ¿quién lo imaginaría?” Gesturing to his humble abode he sets his glass down continuing to fill Chanyeol in, “ I don’t gamble, not all that organized physically or mentally to play the odds, but conning is my game, surprisingly. And fuck no I wouldn’t be swimming! I--”.

His train of thought stops and his mind mules over that last comment Chanyeol had so slyly input into their conversation as he zeroes in on the Medic. Something smells fishy, and its not the swimming topic that has him thinking of the damn ocean. Slowly, thoughts start drifting back to the green card on his desk, and it clicks and it makes him want to shout. The fucking hand in the chest thing had the medic get some dirt on him. Fucking peachy. So there was an underlying reason behind it. He fucking knew it! Biting his tongue he starts to mutter in spanish, “¡Chingada madre! ¡Así que esta es la razón real por la pinche carta!” 

Snapping back to his previous topic, its probably enough to give Chanyeol whiplash before theres a smile back on Tox’s face again, this time his tone changes subtly, a hidden message encrypted in it almost warning Chanyeol to share how much he really knows about him. “I guess you’re right. What good is guessing? Just a bunch of bullshit half the time. What else can you give me that aren’t guesses? I’m curious now. Would they be like educated statements or some shit right? But! Where did the educated parts come from? I wonder”.

 Thats the slip up he was waiting for. A scrap of something to use, even if it was something that had irritation, fear and curiosity starting to simmer in one giant cauldron of disaster inside of him. Tox was pretty damn sure he had never, ever, hinted to anyone he ever swam given his loathing of bodies of water openly.

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he cocks his head to the side and he looks at pizza and he looks at numbers and he thinks they’re more correlated than they should be. 

“they won’t,” we won’t, his mind supplies, but he tries not to think about it, “they will take you. and they’ll put you where you need to be, where you deserve to be,” chanyeol looks at tox, at the green, at the before and the after and the right now, “and trust me. they’re waiting for you.” 

a wry laugh leaves his lips and his stomach churns uncomfortably, “i guess you could say they’re dying for it.” 

He’s one twisted motherfucker, Tox knows that to some degree but talking to Chanyeol seems to make it that much more apparent. Never mind the medic was the first to call him a sociopath. God times, good times.

Grinning like a madman he probably enjoys the small shudder Chanyeol gives him a little more that he should but, details. Details! Though the medics question is one to knock a few degrees of Toxs’ smile as he shrugs, “Don’t know. Don’t really care. I haven’t kicked the bucket yes so I give two fucks. But! I do know I’m not going anywhere from hell even if I fucking wanted to! I mean, shit they probably have a reserved spot just for me. So it really doesn't matter what the fuck i think death it, does it? So! Next question!”

Staring at Chanyeol, he starts to think maybe he should bring up death more often to Chanyeol. Proving to be the actual topic that gets Chanyeol to talk and joke without looking as white as a ghost. Granted the medic is essentially telling him hes fucking wrong about death but Tox is no expert anyway and whats some good damn fun without arguing with someone about their opinions? Lame. That’s what it is.

Giving Chanyeol a short little happy now, Tox is itching with curiosity as he grabs another slice of the pepperoni goodness, (little do people know he can eat a whole pizza if he tried), “Oh, I fucking know they are. Cant fucking wait to get their little dead claws on me huh? But! Your words don’t really make sense. Correct me if I’m wrong. How can they be dying for me to go to hell if technically they are already dead? I mean their little ghosties no?”

Taking a few bites, he remembers a small tidbit that could serve as a great curve ball. The thought bringing a snicker out of him as he gives a snap and points a finger at Chanyeol, “Oh! Question! You think I can get come leeway in hel? If I have connections, of course. Met a demon once. He was fucking awesome and we had so much fun! Painted the pretty town red! Fucking delightful! Seemed like a real big deal, like he was up there on the food chain. How does that bode with your hell friends?” Leave it to Tox o get into a conversation about hell, over eating pizza. Welp at least they weren’t trying to kill each other, or Chanyeol wasn’t trying to jab him in the chest again. Nobody could say Tox wasn’t at least a bit forgiving.

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chanyeol drinks, and shrugs, and then drinks again. 

“it’s more that.. it’s odd to think of someone doing anything aside from what you think they do, i guess.” he stares into his glass, mind vastly empty and wondrously full. the thoughts move too fast for him to catch onto, but they’re there all the same, fish swimming too quickly to be caught, “i mean, do you think i do anything aside from paperwork and surgery?” and it’s a genuine question, not meant to condescend or tease. 

chanyeol asks because he’s curious, and tox will tell him the truth. 

“i guess i just don’t think of you doing anything aside from terrorizing the general public.” it’s not meant to be offensive, just an offhand comment, just the truth. 

Scooting the bottle of Whiskey the thought of the Medic actually having an alcohol tolerance made him snicker. Made Tox wonder how long it would take for Chanyol to get plastered. What a sight that would be. Maybe another day he’d give him Tequila or maybe something else he got his hands on. That was if Chanyeol didn’t lose his shit over being persuaded into pushing his limits.

Shifting his attention back to the Medics words hes tilting his head,scratching at the side of his face with a grin, “Hmm, odd...I wouldn’t call it odd. More interesting. You get to poke and prod at people without getting in their face. Its all good fun. People are stupidly complex and that’s what makes messing with them fun”.

A laugh leaves him because he hasn’t actually given much thought as to what the hell Chanyeol does outside the medical wing. At the challenge toxs’ brain starts to fire and flip through countless ideas. Then hes clapping his hands together and pointing at Chanyeol, “Ah! I got some theories! You probably get high, or drunk off your ass. I mean look at you. Peachy just drinking whiskey, means you’re a good drinker. Not some bitch drinker. Which we have to do sometime by the fucking way. Introduce you to the wonder that is tequila. You always fucking looking like you’re stressed or about to keel over when I walk in so you have to want to take that damn edge off with something. Then, you probably have some guilty pleasure like stamp collecting or some shit too. I’m sure you have some friends, I mean shit even a sociopath like me has them. Maybe eat pizza with them, they probably fucking know you hate pepperoni unlike me or you read lame books or something”.

Shrugging he starts to fiddle with his own glass, he loved terrorizing the general public and it was literally his damn job to terrorize people. It was probably hard for anyone to think of him as someone other than a maniac weirdo who loved to freak the shit out of people. It was something he prided in, he liked to be full of surprises. Looks like it was starting to fucking pay off. 

Smiling a small snort leaves him, “Jokes on you. I do plenty more than terrorizing the general public. I work both big and small. From public to roughing up a few people to line my pockets with cash. But! I’m curious! You don’t have any theories? I mean its me, I’m the most eccentric and biggest asshole member here, I mean aside from the grouchy mechanic and we get along peachy. What do you think I do aside from fuck shit up? You already know about my plants but what else? Any ideas?”

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Wrong Number || Jaebum + Tox

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Jaebum’s words start spinning and ricocheting off his skull and they aren’t the normal echoing and distant rattling, its like an insulated sound room. Syllabus dying in the middle of the room in between his ears. This is why he fucking loves being high, the static in his brain dying and settling like the muck at the bottom of stagnant pond, suffocated after its been dammed. It makes Tox want to hum and make his own music, something to replace the constant crackle and hum going on in his head, old spanish drunkard music leaving him in half-assed mumbles before hes blowing another smoke ring. 

What if he did just catch on explode after eating the weed set on fire? Would his flesh melt off his bones? Like a melted ice cream cone, or would he crumple in on himself like Styrofoam thrown into a bonfire? Leaving nothing but a pile of goo....would the fumes leaving him make people drop dead...potent enough to make the stars themselves fall from the sky like flies...No. Stop. Bad Trips were a no. Stop that motherfucking train of thought right fucking now.

Shaking his head hes taking another long puff, “Pass. Do not collect one hundred dollars! Don’t want to kill an entire town today. Maybe later. Fucking shit up is fucking asking for a bad trip and that’s the fucking worst”.

Then there’s silence and he’s watching Jaebum because hes actually being fucking quiet and it makes him more pleasant to be around. Even if the younger is looking like a five year old poking at a trail of ants. Still, its a good thing he’s high and everything has those soft, fuzzy edges or he’d be shoving Jaebum into the ground he seems so damn interested in it and saying something about murdering ants and hes patting the younger on the head, reaction to his sleeve being pulled, “There, there mister five-year-old. Three murdered ants wont bother the other 10 quintillion insects on the planet”.

Then hes being touched and the alcohol might be working its way through his system because he doesn’t like how close Jaebum is but the weed manages to take out his usual bite as he grabs Jaebum’s, in a kind of head lock and tugs at his strands of hair. “My hair is greasy and looks like worms? Its a messy look which people fucking love and yours feels like stiff hay and reminds me of dead stickbugs. You never heard of conditioner? Like, what the hell? You don’t even do anything to your hair, its been the same damn color since i fucking met you”.

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Hands In Your Pockets

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He wondered, if Tox could change the composition of the toxins in the miasma to something more docile. If he could he’d have his work cut out for him. But then that was the point of this fight wasn’t it? To see how well they could hold up against each other. He knew his own strength and he knew Tox was strong too but up against each other? it was too totally different styles of combat.

He took note of where Tox had left all of his antidotes and nodded before blinking in surprise. “Ya told Chanyeol?” He wasn’t against it he just didn’t think Tox and Chanyeol were that close seeing as how the medic wasn’t too fond of him. Or perhaps his sentiments had changed.

The moment Tox charges at him Kris adjusts his arms and flexes his fingers so that the water whip turns into a rotating ring around him waiting for the other’s first move.

Snorting, it took a little more effort than Tox would have thought not to grab a rock off the ground and just fucking chuck the sit out of it as Kris’ head. “Im not fucking stupid! I know how paths work! But you weren’t exactly much fucking help when you say ‘I’ll meet you up top for training’. It’s a fucking island! Not! Mind you! Not some little resort or concrete path riddled vacation spot! Im no scout or explorer!”

Waving off Kris’s apparent surprise hes shrugging off the words. As if he would say what exactly he was planning. “Define told? I told him not to take a lunch break. That’s about fucking it. What? You fucking expected me to tell him we were gonna beat the shit out of each other? No. If I do walk in there with a black eye I want him to have the least amount of satisfaction possible. Thank you very much”.

Running towards Kris, a few things run through Tox’s mind. One being that maybe a direct attack probably wasn’t good, seeing as how there was a crazy looking water ring around kris. Second, hands. Kris needed his hands to bend water. Get to his hands and maybe he was golden. Maybe.

Either way, he still needed to get close enough to get his hands on Kris and see if his more docile toxins are actually working. so...maybe there was an inherit risk of kris’s flesh being eaten by toxins. Maybe he should have told Kris but hey it was him they were talking about.

Swiping for Kris legs Tox tries to give the other a low kick as his own leg stretches out, hopefully making himself steer clear of the water ring as much as he can at least have the others legs go numb. Gotta incapacitate the enemy somehow, the Guard wasn’t an exception.

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The Flan Returns

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He can’t help but laugh again as they finally reach the road, and he can’t help but notice that the terrorist refused to so much as glance back towards the beach. “Dun worry ‘bout a view. You’re lucky I’m “beach trash”, as ya so kindly put it, cause otherwise we’d be eatin’ a one of those places. Everyone knows that those places are just for tourists. My local ass just saved ya! Ya dun have tuh thank me though.”

Knowing he was asking to get hit, he quickly took a few steps out of Tox’s reach, hoping the distance and the heat would deter him from making the effort to hit him. “What diddja wanna eat ‘nyway?”

Half ignoring whatever the hell Kris is talking about Tox is honestly more interested in getting food and correctly folding his jacket before hes stopping and glaring at Wuflan.  Deadpanning the words sink in and he punches the other square in the arm, “Fuck you! I know Jungsoo is a motherfucking island! What the fuck else is it going to be? A fucking lion-turtle with a bunch of people on its back?! That’s why I fucking hate it!”

Grumbling he lowers his tone knowing better than to spill the beans about the brotherhood as he folds his jacket, “Besides! Why the fuck would I go to the other fucking side of the island hen the portal is right fucking there!? That would be fucking stupid. ¿Me crees tan pinche imbécil verdad? ¡Es el pinche colmo! ¡Ya veras!”

Dusting off the sand, that had somehow already gotten fucknig on him. There’s a larger frown than usual on his face and the few shades paler hes gotten thanks the damn nausea attacking him is no help what-so-fucking-ever before hes pinching the bridge of his own. “Beach trash, is beach trash. There’s no fucking making it seem better than it is. Like fucking spraying a trash can full of garbage with Febreese. Still fucking trash!  Soooo, I wont thank you. Not that i had been planning in the first damn place”

Looking around Tox cant even believe he’s actually in Jungsoo, with Kris and maybe he should have just fucking stayed at the base or paid a certain feline mutant a visit. Yea. That would have been way better less nauseating and angry. Staring at Kris he haves a bunch of gestures that scream ‘Really?! you’re asking em what I wan’t to eat at the seafood capital of TLOW?!”

“Gee. I don’t fucking know Wuflan.... I want a T-bone steak. With sauteed artichoke hearts and a side of million dollar caviar....What do you fucking think i want to eat?! ¡Quiero unos pinches mariscos mas que sea! Clam chowder. Buttered lobster. Oysters. Scallops. You fucking name it, ill eat it all. If there’s a place we can get all of that be my fucking guest and lead the way Wuflan!”

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chanyeol shrugs, blinking and sitting half eaten pizza down, deciding his pride isn’t worth the ashen taste of bad pizza.

“and if they want you, they’ll take you,” he continues, nonchalant, because the dead have already claimed him, “and i doubt your dirty hands will do much against things you won’t be able to see.” part of him feels like he should care more, but he can’t, because it isn’t his place to. he recognizes his place as the bridge between the two and promptly and respectfully ignores it.

Finishing his second piece of pizza hes wiping off the grease from his hands before tossing the paper napkin in the trash. Thinking back he probably should have brought in a more sanitary snack because they are in the Medical wing but it is him and Chanyeol looks like he could use something other than himself to sulk at. Besides, Tox would gladly offer to be that thorn in anyone's side.

Snapping and pointing a finger he’s prompt to correct the Medic as he waves his hand in the other’s face, Chanyeol’s attention still not quite on him. He’d be damned a dead person gets more attention than him. “Correction! I said surprise, not interesting. Word choice matters! You’re full of surprises, interesting....welll...that may or my not be debatable. Most of the time you’re a stick in the mud. But! That’s coming from me...soooo...”

Listening to Chanyeol lecture him about respecting the dead Tox would be lying if he said it didn’t rub him the wrong way, but still. Staring at Chanyeol its a bit like a game of chicken really. Playing his cards and giving a small side-ways tilt of his head, theres already a grin plastered on his face.

 “You ever heard the saying, ‘hell is empty because all the demons are out here?’ You’re telling the wrong person to respect the dead Mr. Boss medic. I’m usually the one that has them ending up the way they do. Besides, people argue we aren’t even human. What do you say to that? Or did you forget?”

He isn’t sure if Chanyeol is trying to irk him and it’s probably working a little (just an itty-bit, which is really a lot in Toxs’ world) but a thought comes to mind and he cant help but snicker at the vague threat he receives. Grabbing his third slice of pizza he couldn’t help but keep his eyes on Chanyeol, genuinely curious as to his reaction. Nevermind the fact that he likes unsettling the other with his ‘big bug-eyes’.

 “Say you’re right. Your little ghosties do take me. So what happens to me? Don’t you think...and I’m just going on a hunch here...that taking me is a fucking terrible idea? I mean, look at me now”.

Gesturing to himself grandly, hes hopping on the desk, pizza in hand as he walks around Chanyeol trying to get the other to invasion his whacked-out train of thought, “I already give no fucks. Just imagine being fucking dead and untouchable by things like aging or illness. You really fucking think I’m going to be a benevolent ghost? Fuck no. I’m already going to hell. No fucking duh. But! I’m given the chance to do something else...be something else...say,something malevolent? You don’t think I’d fucking take the chance? Fuck yes! Then the party is really going to get started don’t you think? I’m looking at a win-win if you ask me”.

Picking at one of the pepperoni pieces and popping it into his mouth there a glance directed at Chanyeol, practically daring him not to give him no answer, “What do you think Mr. Boss Medic?”

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Wrong Number || Jaebum + Tox

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Taking another long puff, Tox knows its only a waiting game. Just counting by the moments before everything starts to get fuzzy around the edges and he probably wont be able to wipe off the smile on his face even if Jaebum tried to bash it in with a brick.

The younger’s words make a snicker leave him, before hes pointing a finger lazily at the other. “Ah! Shows how much you fucking know Jaebum. The method of taking it differs but the outcome is the same~You can eat it but then you don’t need to light it up and really this it bitch shit compared to other goodies I can eat~”.

Slowly but surly the weed starts to work its way into Toxs’ system and it takes the edge off, adding another kind of low buzz to the alcohol already in his system. Maybe he shouldn’t be smoking while hes already shit face but then again Jaebum actually seems more tolerable while fucked up on both alcohol and weed. So why the fuck not.

Noticing Jaebum’s practically have his eyes water at the plum of smoke makes more snickers leave the Brotherhood member. It was comical really, ask Jaebum’s to bash someones skull in and it was second nature, ask him to smoke weed and it’s like rocket science.

Exhaling and executing a well practiced smoke ring the verbal jabs so easily handed over by Jaebums that usually have Tox spitting venomous words are taken surprisingly well as he shrugs off the words. The pungent smoke blown in his face having him scrunch up his face before hes returning the favor, “Not bad schoolboy! Lets see how you are once it starts to kick in...I happen to find it takes the edge off, at least while drunk anyway. It’s already making you way more fucking tolerable than usual, which is fucking awesome because half the time I fucking hate your guts”. 

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Dilly-Dally || Ash+Tox

It was that dreaded boredom. That annoying, itching and frustrating boredom that had reared its ugly head and had Tox practically twitching every time he sat down. It was that same boredom that had him going down his contact list and getting lame-ass excuses from everyone on the fucking planet. Expect for one. That one person who Tox hasn’t really hung out with but was still interested by.

Ash.

Yep. He was perfect. Nice, quiet and amiable. Everything Tox wanted to see if he could push and nudge to see what reactions he could get out of the other. Even if half the time Tox never went through with any of his hair-brained plots to see if he might somehow get an angry or out of the norm reaction from Mr. Timid. 

Ash was the reason why he was sitting down at some random food place, fingers drumming impatiently after he practically blew up the others phone and told him to meet him there. Spotting the front door open, its milliseconds before hes spotting the person he had been waiting for and hes waving, probably making more of a ruckus than he should as he calls out. “Ash! What the hell?! Took you long enough. I told you not to dilly-dally! What? You becoming the worlds next pokemon master? Without me?! How dare you! I’m bored out of my mind here!”

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How Ash came to be Tox’s friend, he had no idea…Even to this day. He was the oil to his water… but for some reason, they clicked. With his trusty backpack attached to his back, he looked at his phone with a look of surprise and curiousity. Unfortunately for him, he forgot to stop walking, and let out a yelp as his body collided with a pole. Hissing to himself and rubbing his forehead, he grabbed his phone once again, looking at the text itself. He was a good 15 minutes away…. But he could make it.

“That’s gonna bruise, I know it…” Walking as fast as he could, he ducked and dodged the crowd that was pushing against him, accidentally putting his elbow in at least three people’s ribs. He hoped they heard his apologies. As he walked through, he managed to also trip over his own feet, sending his glasses flying from his face. Managing to duck and grab them before they were crushed, he took a second to catch his breath, and fix his glasses. His cheeks were flushed, and his breathing hard. As luck had it, he was just around the corner from his destination.

Finally pushing open the doors to the cafe, Ash nearly jumped out of his skin. Clutching his heavy jumper, he smiled as Tox went on one of his near famous speeches at this point.

“S-Sorry…there was a crowd…” He tried to catch his breath, but his three layers of clothing made it much harder. “O-Of course not…I would never do that w-without you.” He grinned, as he held onto his backpack with white knuckles (which were invisible under his gloves… but the fabric tightening around his knuckles gave him away.)

“So…W-What was the plan…?”

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Tilting his head to the side and waving off the apology he cant help but stare, Ash was a sight to see. Really, only the other would wear a sweater, gloves and a damn backpack in 80 degree weather. “Hey, you showed up and that saves me the trouble of having to hunt you down and drag you here”. 

Seeing the other’s gloves strain a grin shows up on his face as he gestures to the seat across from him before pointing to his forehead, not having missed a beat and noticed the red mark blooming on his friends forehead. “Come! Sit down! But, ummm....what the fuck happened to your forehead? Someone bop you or some shit? Hope you returned the damn favor. I would have clobbered the motherfucker”.

Waiting for Ash to get settles, he shrugs off the question about plane. He was Tox, the word plan wasn’t in his vocabulary, or at least not the usual definition. A plan consists of carefully thought of actions and ideas in order to execute something near flawlessly, his definition of a plan was more like doing a bunch of random shit and hoping it fucking works out.

“Plan? What motherfucking plan? Its me we’re talking about here. First things first! Food! Then we can see what kind of shit we can get ourselves into. What do you say? Or would you rather be a stick in the mud? I mean it looks like you’re already dressed for something, you sure you don’t want to shed a few layers? I’m up for wearing leather jackets but i must warn you! I will not help if you fall over thanks to heatstroke. The most you will receiver is maybe a glass of water to the face”.

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It only mildly insults Tox that his flailing results in Chanyeol practically shrinking. which is a feat all its own considering Chanyeol is an inch or two taller than Tox himself. But that’s beside the point!

Eyeing the medic a bit wearily, it takes less than a few seconds for the words to sink in and Tox is practically cradling the bottle of cleaner, because he may or may not have been planning to keep it had it been a bribe anyway.

“Oh. Very well then! No bribe, but actual apology. I accept this apology then! Though…this being what ‘good people’ do is a shitty way of saying it. Do ‘good people’ belong to a mutant supremacy organization? I think not! Maybe something like, an apology is what, people who try to jab their hands in peoples’ chests and treat them like some kind of meat-sock-puppet do”.

Giving Chanyeol a small leer, he quickly wipes it off, forgetting he is a host and a more cheery grin places itself on his face. “Don’t get all piss-y. We’re good. For now. But! You try to stick your hand in my chest and I will make the entire medical wing a quarantine zone faster than you can blink. But for now there will be no more flailing. I give my word!”

Setting the cleaner down along with the card, making sure not to get it dirty before hes kicking away some of the larger pieces of glass from earlier. Having people aside from Kris and Tiffany was a rarity but still, he had some manners and he wasn’t about to accept a gift and kick the Medic out. Clapping his hands together and offering Chanyeol the chair to his desk to sit in, “Now! Can I offer you something? Water? Snacks? Booze? I’m willing to share my York peppermint patties with you and that’s saying something! Oh, all poison free I guarantee….sort of. Or do you want to put your plant class knowledge to the test? I have a few other terrariums filled with other goodies”.

[xm-channie]

“whiskey,” he says immediately, letting out a breath he didn’t even know he’d been holding, “or literally any alcohol. no ice. please.” and he pointedly refuses to draw any attention to anything else tox said, for both of their sakes. 

it’s probably for the best that lee minki, the true embodiment of the brotherhood, doesn’t know that chanyeol, the member with the most seniority, despises everything it stands for. he can’t even imagine how that would go down.

chanyeol sits where he’s instructed, eyes flickering to the vast amount of plants tox keeps in his room. how does he have time for all these things? chanyeol barely has time for the cactus yixing keeps in their kitchen and that’s probably only because yixing is subconsciously keeping it alive or something. 

“where did you find all of these?” he asks, partly to make conversation but largely because he’s genuinely interested. “some of them are pretty rare… and in really good condition.” 

he thinks yixing would like these. he thinks he needs to stop thinking about yixing all the fucking time. 

tox’s room is very tox and chanyeol appreciates that about him. tox will always be tox, no matter the situation, and chanyeol wonders what it’s like to be so incredibly true to yourself. 

[xm-leeminki]

Snapping his fingers and giving Chanyeol a toothy grin he turns around before heading towards the little cabinet he had moved in just to stash all of his booze before pouring the Medic a hefty glass. “Ah, good choice. I didn’t peg you for a whiskey fan. Surprise, surprise. Good thing I’m a fan of anything and everything. I got you fucking covered, but don’t you go fucking squealing and telling everyone I’ve got anything in here”.

Filling a glass of his own and flopping himself on his bed he can help the proud grin as he watches Chanyeols eyes flicker around his room. He’d like to fucking think it was home-y, or at least fucking interesting to be in his room. He had been into other peoples rooms and most of them were by far a fucking snooze fest. Nothing but the standard furniture that came with the room. The Base was his home and fuck everything if Tox didn’t live it up and give his room personal touches.

The small comment about the condition of his plants has him tilting his head and giving Chanyeol a scrunched up look, “Find? No. Collected, I think yes. And! Of fucking course they are in good condition! They are my precious little pick me ups. I have my ways acquiring them. Friends, acquaintances, a quaint, little niche in the black market. Did you know people pay a good price for fresh or dry or fresh herbs or plants that pack a punch? Guess arsenic and anti-freeze just don’t cut it anymore when you want to off someone. But hey not my fucking problem.....”

Tox honestly doesn’t know what hes feeling more or, either insulted or just down right curious. He gave two fuck what people thought of him when they looked at him, but a complete moron he was not.....most of the time. Though the fact that Mr. Boss Medic didn’t think of him fondly enough to have the skills to properly take care of a few plants spoke volumes.

“What? I don't look like the gardening type? We all have our trades. Like you Mr. Boss medic, I’m sure your tools are spic and span. My poisonous plants are properly taken care of”.

[xm-hwangmiyoung]

Meeting a Fellow Match (Past); Tox and Tiffany

[xm-hwangmiyoung]

{...}

Humming she cant help the chuckle that escapes her lips at, who she now knows the name of, Tox. Clapping at his display of own power she makes sure to keep a sort of distance between the two so that they won’t get hurt, “Well then fuck you I am up for fucking shit up as well, but I felt that I could be more of service to find more people like us.”

Looking around her she hums as she shuffles slightly on the spot. Clearing her throat she looks at Tox was more, “Ey Tox what else is there more to do here on base? Is there any place that booze is hidden or anything like that? Or you know, other things?”

[xm-leeminki]

Flashing a grin Tox is more than happy with his new acquaintance, and hopefully soon new friend. He would be fucking dumb to turn away such a promising ally. It wasn’t everyday he met someone who was as equally prideful in being a part of the brotherhood, aside from Kris and himself. It seemed as though people had been wishy-washy as of late and nothing pissed Tox off more that hesitant mutants in their quest for mutant supremacy. There was no room for a movement with members who hesitated. Nothing got done that way.

“Yes! Two things that a fucking fantastic and always makes for a wonderful way to make friends who share the same interests as your own! I look forward to seeing more of you in the future! You seem to be a promising, and entertaining individual and I would be fucking stupid not to make friends with you”.

Straightening himself out, he finds himself quickly liking Tiffany’s attitude, seemingly unfazed by his rude mouth and surprising him with an unfiltered vocabulary of her own. “Oh no! Don’t misinterpret dearie! I appreciate all the jobs here but some of us are more at home fucking shit up that others. I happen to be very good at stirring up trouble and given your nature, and friendly manner of socializing I’m sure you have no trouble at all recruiting in others. And believe me that’s an important job, más de lo que te puedas imaginar”.

Snickering lightly, and scooting a little closer, he knows where all the goodies are as he eyes Tiffany trying to gauge whether she can more or less keep a secret and not go telling everyone hes basically got his nose in everyone's business, at least regarding all the fun things that are stashed and hidden in the base .

 “Ah! Now that’s a question that’s jammed packed with a bunch of fan-fucking-tastic answers. And you just asked the right person! Welllll, let’s seeeee....there’s the gauntlet observatory, the gauntlet where you throw yourself in an arena where do-hickeys zap you and make the special gifts go poof....then there’s the common areas, people usually have their own unassigned/assigned ones, the training rooms for nice and friendly sparring or not so friendly sparring.....the medical wing...garage...oh! Then there’s my room! Where I can literally hook you up with whatever you might be looking for. Booze or any other good treats”.

[xm-leeminki]

PB and J

[xm-channie]

{...}

“she’s right there,”  and he notions with his pizza slice where she’s standing, two-by-four lodged through her sternum. that was a weird day, he thinks, and then takes a bite of his food because he doesn’t have time for this bullshit, “and she doesn’t like you,” he says around pepperoni (which is disgusting, but now it’s a pride thing, so he continues to eat it anyway).

his eyes burn, and that’s how he knows they’re still red, so he looks at Tox as he swallows. 

“you can’t tell anyone that, either.” 

[xm-leeminki]

Hes not gonna lie to himself but Chanyeol’s red eyes freak him the fuck out. But he’d rather have Chanyeol stick his hand in his chest again than admit to that. Because fuck giving Chanyeol anything to freak him out with thank you very much.

Lifting his hand up in slight surrender he fully intends to drop the subject before the medic is dropping a bombshell on him and Tox can’t help but bust out into laughter. “What the fuck? Are you serious like some kind of Sixth Sense type bullshit? You aren’t pulling my legs here are you Mr Boss Medic? No. you mean that don’t you, that red-eyed glare meant business. Surprise. surprise.”

Then hes being told some dead person doesn’t fucking like him and it had him deadpanning quicker than a flash of lightning as he gives the empty space pointed out earlier and unimpressed look.

“As if I give a flying fuck is some ghost doesn’t like me. Your ghost could be la pinche Llorona or el Cucuy and I wouldn’t care if they don’t like me. I don’t even care when people who are alive hate me. You hear that ghost-y? One of us here was a little luckier than the other...and let me tell you it probably wasn’t you she-ghost. So get the fuck over it. I don like you either”.

Turning his attention back towards his pizza and Chanyeol he can’t help but give him a shrug, more secrets to be kept the more he could use later. If anything Mr. Boss Medic could sweat it a little knowing he of all people was keeping a few of his secrets. “Find. Fine. fine. Eat your pizza and I’ll eat mine and we’ll have a fucking peachy time. Besides, why would I want to tell people you see dead people? Shit seems kinda lame anyway. Especially if they are like your she-ghost telling you they don’t like you”.  

[xm-channie]

green matter

[xm-channie]

{...}

chanyeol is unsure if he has ever been a good person before, and thus this entire thing is based off of assumed social conventions which chanyeol has never truly thrived at to begin with.

he swallows. 

“are you gonna flail around some more, or are we good?”  and it’s meant to be sarcastic and biting but it comes out tentative and slightly fearful. chanyeol can’t stop looking at tox’s outer extremities because he’s terrified of them flying out at him. 

[xm-leeminki]

It only mildly insults Tox that his flailing results in Chanyeol practically shrinking. which is a feat all its own considering Chanyeol is an inch or two taller than Tox himself. But that’s beside the point!

Eyeing the medic a bit wearily, it takes less than a few seconds for the words to sink in and Tox is practically cradling the bottle of cleaner, because he may or may not have been planning to keep it had it been a bribe anyway.

“Oh. Very well then! No bribe, but actual apology. I accept this apology then! Though...this being what ‘good people’ do is a shitty way of saying it. Do ‘good people’ belong to a mutant supremacy organization? I think not! Maybe something like, an apology is what, people who try to jab their hands in peoples’ chests and treat them like some kind of meat-sock-puppet do”.

Giving Chanyeol a small leer, he quickly wipes it off, forgetting he is a host and a more cheery grin places itself on his face. “Don’t get all piss-y. We’re good. For now. But! You try to stick your hand in my chest and I will make the entire medical wing a quarantine zone faster than you can blink. But for now there will be no more flailing. I give my word!”

Setting the cleaner down along with the card, making sure not to get it dirty before hes kicking away some of the larger pieces of glass from earlier. Having people aside from Kris and Tiffany was a rarity but still, he had some manners and he wasn’t about to accept a gift and kick the Medic out. Clapping his hands together and offering Chanyeol the chair to his desk to sit in, “Now! Can I offer you something? Water? Snacks? Booze? I’m willing to share my York peppermint patties with you and that’s saying something! Oh, all poison free I guarantee....sort of. Or do you want to put your plant class knowledge to the test? I have a few other terrariums filled with other goodies”.