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xmnjee:

(…)

“But you may place the ring in my hand, now that I have acquiesced to your charming proposal. ”

Bringing up Liran was a terrible idea, because now the woman was encouraged to be difficult.

“Fine.” He was prepared to do this anyway.

Youngwon took the ring back, extracting the emerald from its velvet casing with his thumb and middle finger. He examined it for a moment, watching it glitter innocently under the light - a symbol of love and union, utterly unaware that it was in reality, a tool to bond and sharpen two already deadly weapons. This, fortunately or unfortunately, was a matter of power.

“My dear Minjee,” he started, deep and steady voice not matching the affection suggested by his words. From the website he studied marriage proposal speeches from, he was supposed to reminisce on their past before popping the question. “When I first saw you, I knew you and I are cut from the same cloth.” They met on the job and dealt with their task with a similar efficiency. “I have admired you for your ambition and thoroughness. Your ability to crush obstacles underneath your feet and conquer your dreams.” The waitress was listening fondly to his proposal, smiling until he got to this part, and a strange expression came over her face.

“I love,” he started. This was the part where the proposal person should say something they really like about their partner. Something that was not admiration or inspiration related. Shit. Youngwon took Minjee’s hand in his, stalling for extra time. “I…love…your…eyes.” His gaze had followed up her hand, over her arms and drifted to her face. It was true, Minjee did have very nicely shaped eyes. For a second Youngwon imagined how they would look on a child that had some of his features. The thought brought a softness into his own eyes, and for a brief moment Youngwon’s lips curved in what could have been a genuine smile.

But too soon he was pulled from that thought, because he had never been the type to linger in hope or expectation. Minjee’s eyes were beautiful, like his mother’s, but he could not imagine them gentle with kindness and that was true for both women.

“Will you be my wife?” The answer was already yes, so he did not wait before sliding the ring onto the correct finger. It fit perfectly, as he knew it would. “I promise you a marriage of honor and respect. Faithfulness unto death.” He pulled her hand up from the table and pressed his cold lips against the ring.

“Satisfied?”

xmnjee

A knock of an eyebrow as Youngwon took her suggestion to heart and seemed to prepare to state whatever proposal he had concoted for the occasion. The rest of her face settled into impassivity as she listened, slim fingers still draped over each other at the table.

As far as proposals go, it was certainly unique. She could appreciate the male's attempt to personalize the frivolity. Given that sentiment was neither their strong suit. She would not deny that he was right that she did like to crush obstacles, if she were a gushing sort of fiancé, she would be thrilled at such an accurate study of her.

When he mentions her eyes, both eyebrows rose now in surprise. It did not surprise her that he was observant enough to notice her physical features, but rather, she was surprised he even bothered. One of the more reasons why she agreed to this arrangement was that there would no mistaken sort of sentiment or messy emotions. Base attraction had been considered as well, however, Min Jee hadn't even considered he would notice something as banal as her eyes.

"Hmm, are you asking for a grade?" She intones when he finishes, feeling the weight of the ring settle upon her finger and she watches it glimmer under the lights. The waitress who had watched the entire thing seemed to preen with delight, as strange the proposal may have been and was sprouting nonsense about free champagne for their table. Honestly, do the regular folk enjoy celebrating mediocrity?

"Oh, I believe I must accept yes?" She mutters underneath her breath before straightening and in a slightly louder voice, still with none of the warmth that would have normally been found in such a momentous occasion, "I accept."

Now that was settled, a brief look of satisfaction passed across her face. The task was done and over, both their parents would be appeased. "It was perfectly adequate, as far as proposals go. Any sort of dramatics would just make it ludicrous." The words might have been harsh but there was a tinge of what could a comforting tone in her words?

"And the last bit need not to be added, as it seemed quite something one would say as wedding vows. To which of course I would concur as well. Honor and respect, as all good marriages ought to have. Or so I have been told."

She gives a shrug just as the champagne arrived and Min Jee exchanged looks with her now fiancé. "I would like to keep my maiden name. As we rise through the ranks, it would do me better to be distinguished apart from my husband. Wouldn't you agree?"

#;mask threads #[[she says it was a solid 6]]#[[minus points cause she had to coax him to give it ehe]]

[ SAVE ]

Commander Han would have flinched if she were any other citizen, but seeing as how she was the Commander, she barely even blinked, completely confident that the agent glued to her side would do their job.

She was also not one to thank an agent for doing their job, at least not profusely, but the deceptively pink-haired woman, brushed her fingers across Agent Nyx's face, as a mother proud of her child would.

"Adequate." She intones with a nod, the cool leather against the other's cheek lingering. "Though, can you try to shield without being prompted of danger?"

#;mimic chats #;answered #[[here you go bb]]#[[feel free to reblog and continue~]]

roguesenses

xmnjee:

(…)

“Shall I spare you the need to hem and haw of finding an appropriate time to ask, and just say yes?”

What do you know, perhaps she was in a jesting mood after all.

Wonderful, she intended to make this easy.

He supposed he shouldn’t be surprised, after all, there was a reason their families believed they would make a good couple. When it came to efficiency and competence, neither of them were ever found to be lacking.

“Great, take it.” He tugged the ring box out of his pocket and slid it across the table with one smooth movement. “Much better this way.” Youngwon leaned back, clearly more relaxed now that the main task of the evening had been addressed. “Liran - I mean officer Helios - insisted that there needed to be a whole speech, and I must get down on one knee when I propose.” And when pressed on why he must do such an absurd thing, the other answered with happy wife, happy life, which sounded like some sort of riddle, or mantra for the damned.

“I can’t believe I was actually prepared to do it.” It wouldn’t be the first time he caved to Liran’s bullshit. Youngwon supposed he had a soft spot for that round-eyed, overly enthusiastic man child. The speech he had drafted over the weekend, and it was something that would take less than 30 seconds to say. The keywords involved were respect and honor, both of which he deemed important in a marriage setting. As for the knee part, whatever. It wasn’t like his pride was grown on his kneecap and somehow the gesture would squash it.

xmnjee

"Sounds tedious." Min Jee commented with a hum, easily accepting the ring box slid towards her. She gives the slightest of smiles as she examined the box before opening it, studying the ring nestled in the velvet with an expert eye. It was done in tasteful fashion, albeit rather generic in Min Jee's opinion. But as she was not going to be one of those society wives, it would certainly do for the occasion.

"Perhaps the knee is too pedestrian," She gives a shrug before sliding the ring back across the table, eyebrows raised in expectation. "But I believe Officer Helios would not be satisfied with such an outcome, so why not at least follow whatever pedantic gestures involved in proposal giving. I shall spare you the kneeling..." Again a slight smile followed with a knock her head to the side before leaning back to her chair and removing her gloves.

"But you may place the ring in my hand, now that I have acquiesced to your charming proposal. "

#;mimic threads

msqhana

hwanghxn:

God, he could use a cigarette. And after nearly finishing, jam the still burning butt into the eye of the bastard who decided to put all these unnecessary details into the report. It was the leading agent, wasn’t it? Asshole just wanted to save his own skin.

Stealing a glance towards Hana, Seonmin detected a hint of familiarity, which made it difficult for him to sweeten his apology with expressions of regret. How strange, he was fairly certain they’ve never met. Brows furrowing, he decided to shake off his puzzlement and the headache that was beginning to form in his head. “It won’t happen again, Commander Han.” Seonmin redirected his eyes towards the woman’s gloved hands. “I promise.”

even in frequent amounts of her tender stupidity–hana hated this. standing in the office. next to seonmin. in front of the killer lady with the pink hair that wasn’t giving her really good vibes.

and most of all, the cold sweat that was slowly drenching her from inside out, and making her socks wet and clammy.

she hated it.

in part, for the unfamiliarity of the voice that seonmin gave off–if his act of saving her in the split second had been somewhat of an reassurance that he was possibly fine as a feather…then this–whatever it was, sought to destroy those notions and thoughts completely.

each look of confused unfamiliarity only sought to twist the dagger in her chest, even though with her own head bowed, the artist had a chagrined and yet stubborn look etched onto her features.

if there was one thing that she wasn’t liking even more about their government mother as so affectionately called by others–it was that she seemed to promote less of the idea of compassion, and more of the : treat everyone as dispensable type of work, which she didn’t appreciate.

and even worse she was scolding seonmin for saving her.

hana’s mood soured at the thought.

“ so what–he was wrong for not saving a comrade?” anger heated up her ears as she spoke out of turn, disregarding seonmin’s apology as her eyes narrowed and her cheeks flushed. “ are we supposed to treat each other like some trash on the shore that ought to be sent to their deaths regardless of where and when?” her words turned sharp, fighting to dig beneath minjee’s skin as she stood stubbornly with a huff upon her lips, brows furrowed and anger glinting in her irises. “why the hell is he saying sorry?”

why was seonmin the one being sorry when she was the one that was supposed to be?

hana supposed–that was the exact reason that had made her angry. things would have been just fine if minjee had gotten upset with her (which, presumably, she was, and she was–very well, by retorting and talking back like this, inviting an even worse punishment onto herself), instead of seonmin. kind, sweet, cute, adorable seonmin.

the same seonmin that would piggy back her over puddles of mucky water, wipe the snot from her nose when she cried, stay by her bedside when she had fainted all those years ago during prom, at how blindingly handsome he was in all his glory.

it was such an injustice, hana thought unhappily to herself, scuffing the bottoms of her shoes almost huffily.

“if you’re upset with me then say everything just to me. stop dragging seonmin into fights that aren’t his.”

@hwanghxn @xmnjee

xmnjee

tw: violence

A bunch of entitled brats, Min Jee thought to herself, standing before the two enhanced like a mother disciplining her children. For all the nicknames she knew she was called, she was quite aware why mom was said ironically. It was meant to criticize her, and call attention to her age she supposed, when she bore nary a maternal bone in her body. Looking between these two children, Min Jee was once again reminded why she never bothered to reproduce.

A silence followed after the two fumbled over their words. Once apologizing profusely, obviously the smarter one, and the other---

The tiniest purse of her lips was the only indication Commander Han even heard the messy tirade. The tightness in her cold eyes never dissipated as they swiveled between the two, letting the silence stretch, almost impossibly awkward for the two agents. In that span of almost infinite silence, Min Jee was able to discern quite a few details, most of which validated what she already knew as a connection between the two of them.

#;mask threads #tw: violence #[[putting the action on read more to avoid shocking the dash]]

dramastream

KIM HEE SUN for W Korea (April 2022) ↳ Behind the scenes photos

#;mimic #[[[MOOOOOOMMMMMY? MOMMY]]

roguesenses

xmnjee:

(…)

“Good evening,” She greets her colleague as the maître’d leads her to the reserved seat for the evening. “Have you been waiting long?” That was an appropriate question for small talk was it not? They both knew she wasn’t. She had arrived at the exact time.

“Good evening, and no.” He had arrived approximately thirty seconds before she did. Arriving early or late would both waste time, which was something they both loathed. In a way, Youngwon could see why the match was arranged - they really were similar in many aspects.

Wine was served first, cold and soothing. Youngwon finished his first glass and instantly refilled himself. He had a feeling that copious amounts of alcohol may be required to get through this night, because he was completely out of his element. For one thing, he had to wait, because for some bizarre reasons people typically proposed at the final course. As a man who valued efficiency above all else, were the rules made by him, the question should be asked right in front of the restaurant. This way, should there be a rejection - which in this case there won’t be since it was a family arrangement - the no longer happy couple could walk their separate ways.

When he informed the restaurant of his intentions this evening while making the reservations, the lady wondered if he wanted to hide the ring inside of the dessert. He rejected the idea, and couldn’t understand why anyone would take up on that offer. Did they intend to murder their bride-to-be? Sharp objects in food was a choking hazard, especially when it was done as a surprise.

“It’s emerald.” He stared down unhappily at the appetizer of random leaves and colorful sauces. “My mother wanted me to give you her old diamond.” Pardon, it should be called vintage. “But I rejected the idea, for the thing is vilely ugly.” The stone on his mother’s ring was unnecessarily large and worth a small fortune, but he had no fondness for it. The last time he could remember seeing it was when he witnessed her slapping someone across the face with it on, and the stone gliding past the innocent girl’s cheek to draw blood. When he intervened, she had glared, and raised that hand as if with the intention to strike him too.

But she dared not. The woman knew her place in the family, and that only added to his disappointment.

“It is handmade.” He attempted to suffer the mall twice before finally giving up and finding a customs ring maker. “He is of retirement age and terribly eyesight, but the ring was crafted with care and turned out satisfactory.” At least by Youngwon’s standard.

xmnjee

Min Jee when to keep silent, when to keep her face devoid of any emotion---that one was more of a natural talent than a skill---and when to provide conversation if needed. This particular dinner was far providing her with a glimpse of the man her family had deemed suitable to be her spouse, beyond the walls of their agency, and found herself amused.

Was she the type to poke fun? Perhaps, if she were in a jesting mood. But for the evening, she let her own reactions be subdued, knowing that emotion and sentiment was a weakness. While she had doubts about the evening earlier, she was placated at the current display of emotion her dinner partner was gracious enough to show. As if he cared about the whole charade---which meant an excellent partner when it came to fulfilling duties. They were both dedicated to the government after all, she would never have agreed to the match fi she was to be stuck barefoot, pregnant and at home.

She gives a thoughtful hum as the server plied them with more wine. The portions of the place were ridiculous, but at least the wine cellar was superb. "I laud your attention to detail," She says now, throwing the man a bone. Efforts to please had to be affirmed after all. But she was not one to coddle. "I am sure it is sufficient for what I need."

"Shall I spare you the need to hem and haw of finding an appropriate time to ask, and just say yes?"

What do you know, perhaps she was in a jesting mood after all.

#;mimic threads

a business proposal

it's all in the past with @youngwxn

Far from the rumors, Han Min Jee was not ignorant when it came to dressing up for the evening. While her tastes leaned towards practical clothing, she knew just how powerful clothes could be, and while she was not yet at the rank she preferred within the organization, her own ambitions ran deep enough that most of her waking hour encompassed strategizing on gaining that foothold. One of her only friends had been getting quite noisy in her concern. That to her, Min Jee's thirst to prove herself would undermine her original goal of trying to help people.

Min Jee had yet to tell her that helping these kinds of people, the enhanced---required a different approach. That building a mansion in the woods would not solve the problem. For now, Min Jee was letting her be. She had other concerns to attend to.

Which was this dinner. Being raised in a military background had sought to it that sentiment and frivolity had very little leeway in her world. But she supposed that for this certain arrangement was to work, there would be some modicum of sentiment.

What else would it be? The restaurant they had agreed to meet was far from the austere places people of their workplace liked to frequent. For one, it was located at the heart of the city, often more frequented by celebrities and the ultra rich. But Min Jee had to agree that the occasion might warrant a slight more relaxed atmosphere.

Or as relaxed as four inch stilettos and a pantsuit would warrant.

"Good evening," She greets her colleague as the maître'd leads her to the reserved seat for the evening. "Have you been waiting long?" That was an appropriate question for small talk was it not? They both knew she wasn't. She had arrived at the exact time.

#;mimic threads

wxldlfire

xmnjee·:

( … )

“Are you sure she is in there?” She says to no one in particular. She was fast rising in the ranks that she no longer need to do the grunt work of acquiring enhanced personally, but Min Jee would not deny herself the feeling of satisfaction of capturing them. To see the look on their face when that little glimmer of hope they so desperately clung to was snuffed out.

“Make sure it is clear.” She orders, her fingers twitching beneath her gloves at the thought of a new ability within her grasp.

Blending in was like breathing for Kang Yijung, anytime, anywhere. It always has. And perhaps it was one of the reasons why she had it easy all those years, being able to make friends with anyone, bouncing back from difficult exams, and even the disappointment of having to change her plans to make her parents proud. The satisfaction of being able to be what or her case, who, was needed for the situation that presents itself outweighs regrets. After all, the spot to be filled always required personal sacrifice that not even everyone was willing to make, except for Yijung.

But not too long ago, or what felt like it, that liberty was taken away. The regret that was nursed by the idea that tomorrow was a chance to maybe land a role that would nurse her suffocating dreams had swallowed her whole. And her fears have been realized, a repetitive nightmare brought to life, one that she had to live every waking moment. Even when she knew that there was nothing out of the ordinary with the way she dressed or walked, the ability to fit in was no longer there. It was not something aesthetics can fix.

Yijung can’t back out now, they were at the location already. She had to get out of her head and focus on her job, and quickly, because lives are at stake. Hers and that of their small group. And her task is simple, keep an eye on the perimeter. She thought there were better options than her, but when they explained it was not entirely a covert mission, she realized why it needed to be her. ‘If things go south, unleash it’, and by ‘it’ they meant she can unleash darkness.

She was willing to do what she was ordered to, but the situation was growing more serious. Seeing all those innocent people within the vicinity, she makes the decision to be the distraction instead. It’s ironic, it was yet another role not everyone was willing to make personal sacrifices for. And why would they? This was not high school, nor was it a university organization, where breaks can be taken. Here and now was a role with no going back. And she takes a deep breath as she looks around that room, making escape plans that may never be put to action.

They’d want to take you alive, that’s what the others always said. You either show us clad in government colors, or you don’t show up at all. Yijung has no intention to do any of those, they aren’t getting her alive. And as one officer drops after another, the sound of choking and groaning filling the room, she feels the sting as she inhaled, the heaviness brushing on her chest, and the bruising at her fingertips. They aren’t getting her period, she’s taking them to hell with her. “Who are you? Show yourself.”

xmnjee

These little rebels. They had started out as a mere annoyance, not even worthy of their attention. Despite Commander Han's prediction that if left unchecked they would surely bolster their own numbers and thus grow, the government had respectfully told her she was paranoid. That was some time ago, and when Min Jee was proven wrong, she took the opportunity to milk whatever "apology" the government would give and established her own special unit.

To hunt down every last rebel.

The agents that stood with her were getting impatient. She could feel their restlessness, these barely functioning cogs on the efficient machine that was their government. Without a will of their own most days, they were for Min Jee's to command. But she did not give the order. Not just yet.

"These rebels," She spoke now, not needing to raise her voice as she studied the file in her hands. "Their need to help is like an itch." A cool, calm voice devoid of the actual contempt she held for the thorn in the government's side. "Which is what will bring about their own downfall."

Once again, she was proven right. Ordering the agents to press against the chokehold to try to flush the regular folk out had succeeded in flushing out their real target.

The rebel enhanced.

Over the crackling of the radio, Min Jee heard the panicked reports of the agent facing the rebel down. At least what it felt like a report amidst the screaming and choking sounds. Definitely a powerful one and hopefully one well worth the effort.

"Stand back." She orders now, and with a gesture indicates one of the enhanced authorized to accompany her in missions to follow her. Like tools, she was taking advantage of whatever the government provided, and Min Jee was slowly developing a strategy to meet enhanced on the field.

Slow, deliberate footsteps as she made her way to where the last known location of her agents as well as the enhanced were, just in time to see a few survivors drop like flies.

Min Jee curled her lip, and made a noise as if in disgust. The sting in the air didn't feel like ordinary smoke.

"It's not polite to make demands right after killing my family little girl." Min Jee's cold voice pierced through the air like an arrow taking flight. Even without fully seeing each other, the tension rippled as if being blanketed by the same tendrils of toxins that permeated in the air.

"But, I am the forgiving sort. Let's talk. Shall we?"

#;mimic threads #[[sorry for the late reply!]]

[ KILL ]

Min Jee's perfectly sculpted eyebrow rose high enough to hide under the brightly pink fringe. Aside from that, she showed no reaction to the spectacle before her, her face otherwise impassive.

"Hmmm..." A soft murmur as she gazed down at the watch strapped to her wrist. A beat of silence seemed to stretch as she studied it before turning her eyes back up towards the agent. At his feet was another enhanced--the person he had been tasked to interrogate.

"I trust there is a reason why you decided to eliminate him," It wasn't a question. "Barely twenty minutes into it and he's already dead. This better not be a waste of my time."

#;mimic chats #;answered #[[thank you for sending~]]#[[please feel free to continue!]]

soulrph

powerful prompts pt. 2

so i made a list of generic power prompts a while back, and i had a recent inspirational moment, so here we go again! many people sent in wonderful ideas for this, but they were so good and so full of potential for new memes that i’ll revisit them later! as always, with the action memes, please add “REVERSE” to let the receiver know if you want the roles reversed!

ACTION PROMPTS.

[ GLOW ]: sender’s eyes begin to glow as a result of them preparing to use their powers.

[ BLEED ]: sender’s nose begins to bleed as a direct result of them using their powers.

[ RADIANT ]: preparing to use their powers, the sender’s skin begins to glow as they summon their power.

[ KILL ]: while in full view of the receiver, sender uses their powers to kill someone.

[ SAVE ]: sender uses their powers to save the receiver’s life from immediate and otherwise inevitable danger.

[ DEFEND ]: in order to defend themselves from potential harm, the sender prepares to use their powers to fight the receiver.

[ PROTECT ]: in order to protect the receiver from harm, the sender uses their powers to keep them safe and erase the threat.

[ DISPLAY ]: sender tentatively displays a small amount of their power to show a curious receiver what they can do.

[ TEACH ]: sender arrives at receiver’s doorstep to teach them how to use their newly discovered powers.

[ FEAR ]: sender unleashes their powers in a massive way as a result of feelings of fear.

[ WARNING ]: as a warning shot to keep the receiver away from them, the sender releases a quick, brief blast of their powers.

[ GRIEF ]: having recently suffered a massive loss that causes huge feelings of grief, the sender releases a huge wave of their power.

[ RAGE ]: overcome with sheer anger, sender unleashes their power on a massive, uncontrollable scale in front of the receiver.

[ LOST ]: sender uses their powers to the point of losing control, unable to stop, forcing the receiver to try and intervene to limit the damage.

[ CALM ]: witnessing the receiver losing control of their powers, sender frantically calls to them to try and keep them calm and in control.

[ COLLATERAL ]: while using their powers in a reckless and possibly uncontrolled way, sender accidentally and severely wounds the receiver.

[ DEVASTATION ]: sender arrives on scene to find the receiver, having recently lost control of their abilities, surrounded by the consequences. ( i.e. telekinetics surrounded by broken objects, pyrokinetics surrounded by scorched buildings etc. )

[ CONSEQUENCE ]: having just unleashed a massive wave of their powers, sender regains consciousness to discover that the receiver has been fatally wounded as a direct result of their power.

DIALOGUE PROMPTS.

“ you know, it’s really difficult to explain injuries to a doctor when those injuries are caused by literal magic… ”

“ i… i’ve never been able to do that before… ”

“ no, no, uh… something’s wrong. it’s… my powers. my powers are gone. i can’t find them, they’re not… they’re not there anymore. ”

“ you have no idea what i’m capable of! ”

“ i… i’ve hurt people, before. i didn’t mean to. but i did. i lost control, and… i can’t let that happen again. ”

“ you need to lie low for a while. using your powers the way you’ve been using them… people are starting to take notice. ”

“ and why the hell should i be hiding, huh? why should i hide what i can do? it’s time the world knew, perhaps… that there’s gods among them. ”

“ i know about what you can do. i’m not blind, you know. i’m also not an idiot. i’ve known for a long time. ”

“ don’t give me that, okay? great power, great responsibility… it’s a load of bullshit. i never asked for this power, okay? i didn’t want this. i have it, and that’s not my fault. i just wanted a normal life! ”

“ you’ve seen what i can do when i lose control… i can’t let that happen again. “

“ you have powers, too, right? “

“ how long have you had them? how… how have you been able to control your powers so well that nobody knows you have them? “

“ people always expect us to be the heroes, don’t they? i figure it’s wishful thinking. manifestation, right? keep hoping the people who can destroy the world with a snap of their fingers, might just be good enough to want to save it instead… “

“ i heard that you have powers. and… i was hoping, maybe you could teach me how to use mine? “

“ together, if we combine what we can do… we would be unstoppable. “

“ people say they’d give anything to do what we can do. until they can do it, that is. then, they’d give even more to not be able to do it anymore. “

“ what do you mean? what’s wrong with your powers? “

“ i love you. not your powers, not your fame. you. “

“ we… we shouldn’t be together. not after tonight. those men wanted you dead because you know me; we were lucky that i was there to stop them. but… loving me, being with me… it puts a target on your back. and i won’t always be around to protect you. “

“ i don’t know how i’m able to do these things, so how the hell do you expect me to know how to control them?! “

“ don’t start what you can’t finish, kid. i’ve had my powers a lot longer than you have. it would be a very quick fight. “

“ i… i hurt those people? oh my… i could’ve destroyed the whole city if you hadn’t stopped me! “

“ how do i know that i’m in love with you for real? how do i know you’re not using your magic powers to make me think that i love you? “

“ don’t say that. you can’t know that, okay?! how do you know i’m not casting a magic spell on you to make you pretend that you love me? “

“ that’s not all i can do… would you like me to show you more? “

#;mimic prompts #[[let's have fun with govt mom]]#[[send asks---expect them to be violent/angst]]

yesdramas

TOMORROW 내일 2022, dir. Kim Tae Yoon

#;mimic #[[does govt mom like junk food?]]#[[mebbe]]

draw out the poison | mj & yj

so close yet so far---a throwback thread with @poisxnovs

tw: violence, mentions of blood

"How difficult must it be..." Commander Han's voice was as cool as the sterile instruments her slim fingers were fiddling with. She did not meet the eyes of the insipid scientist that the agency had sent her way. Apparently he was the expert on the field of the enhanced--which was not saying much given they knew close to nothing about the kind of abilities these...vermin had. "to determine if this woman has abilities?"

The last part of her words were released with the precise tones of somebody practiced in the art of dressing down incompetent fools. The scientist, thankfully, possessed enough self-preservation to say nothing beyond handing out a slim folder about a potential enhanced.

It was the same file Min Jee was still perusing as she stood in the head office of the quaint little kindergarten, and then again in the coordinates given by their intel. Studying the case files of the "victims", children getting sick to the point of hospitalization...nothing too shocking. Children got sick all the time. But that one line, about bleeding eyes and noses...

Interesting.

"Are you sure she is in there?" She says to no one in particular. She was fast rising in the ranks that she no longer need to do the grunt work of acquiring enhanced personally, but Min Jee would not deny herself the feeling of satisfaction of capturing them. To see the look on their face when that little glimmer of hope they so desperately clung to was snuffed out.

"Make sure it is clear." She orders, her fingers twitching beneath her gloves at the thought of a new ability within her grasp.

#;mimic threads #[[i hope this is okay~]]

firstsensibility

#;mimic

mother knows best | mj + sm

with @hwanghxn and @msqhana

"You know," Commander Han's silky smooth voice did not need to rise in volume. In fact, the sound of her heels across the linoleum floors echoed far more than the tone she now used as she perused the report in her hands.

"I was expecting a much different outcome tonight." A faint trace of disappointment, a barely discernible switch in her tone. If one was untrained, you would think Min Jee's mood had not taken a foul note. But to the trained, to those who have worked for her for years, it was a warning sign.

Slim fingers gripped the report, the lights from the bright white lamps casting her hair into a vivid pink. Her entire look gave the impression that she might be a rebellious sort of commander, but the rigidness of her expression, and the coldness of her eyes spoke quite the opposite.

It was those same cold eyes that fixed on the agent standing in the middle of the room. Or agents, but Min Jee's attention was to the one mentioned specifically in the report.

A faint sigh escapes Commander Han now, and she tugs on her gloves, as if thinking of slipping them off, before she comes before the agent, and her expression shifts into one of soft concern.

"Have I expected too much from you, Agent Dusk?" Lilting voice, mixed with the expression on her face. You would think she was indeed concerned. "Was this mission far too much for your capabilities?"

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