sharpshooter

The law doesn't protect people. People protect the law. People have always detested evil and sought out a righteous way of living. Their feelings, the accumulation of those peoples feelings are the law. They're neither the provisions, not the system. They're the fragile and irreplaceable feelings everyone carries in their hearts. eden tuan ● acolyte; handler ♆ ♆ ♆

[jihoonxlin]

hey handsome

[portmellow]

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Heartbreaking Words (가슴 아픈 말) - Standing Egg (Piano New Age Album “Moment”)

[xxfcxeden]

morning.

[fcxkyungri]

she dare casts a skittish glance upwards from where the oh so interesting rocks happen to be, just to see what sort of expression he held as his partner once more succeeded (probably) in making something she assumed he’d categorize as stupid (but then yet again….kyungri personally thinks he categorizes too many things as stupid).

anyways, she’s ready to see his judgmental face or whatever else she can label that face of his she sees often and she’s even bracing herself for it but…but it doesn’t work out. for a second she forgets that the rocks are the interesting ones as she stares at eden’s face, jaw dropping, eyes almost bulging when she sees that smirk. should she, she’s completely dumbfounded. should she apologize for causing him to mentally snap? is this the reason why the waking up on the wrong side of bed term actually existed? is this further proof eden should stick to his own tent? when did eden joke with her?  “not that well, ” the shock causes her to reply rather honestly instead of what might have happened if he had  asked it seriously. ironically. then she recovers from her shock, and her eyes quickly turn back down to the ground. she kicks one, letting the last of her surprise leave with the victimized pebble.

“what are you doing anyways? you should be resting.”

[xxfcxeden]

perhaps he went too far this time; the other seemed too shocked to function. he might have tipped some axis that kept things "normal" between them. sort of? he wasn't sure but since he was assigned to be partners with kyungri he hasn't shown any other side other than professional. 

it wasn't hard to be no smiles and all business; sometimes a little break was good. maybe it was some of the pain medicine speaking. or maybe being at the camp was what loosened up his guard. though it was a bit too late-- no turning back, right? so he snorted at her truthful response for once. she always had a habit of not actually telling him what she really thought when he asked her. admittedly it was easy to tell what she was hiding, and it was probably her way of dealing with things. or she had issues with truth telling, eden never bothered to ask. kyungri would just start freaking out and stuttering excuses as per usual.

"is that why you tried to smother me then?" he replied, dragging a hand through his hair and frowned as a small wave of pain shot through his arm.

"i was going to go on a run, seems harmless to me." he shook out his arm gently, hopefully it was discreet. it was hard to tell how well he was doing thus far considering he slipped "out of character" already.

[xxfcxeden]

#meden4life

[xxfcxeden]

{ artificial sweetener - siren & eden

[krxeve]

Oh, so you like, do the cooking and everything? {` he wasn’t an expert on the roles of cafe workers, in fact he had never really been in one since he was kid, having a habit of avoiding public places as much as possible} Then you must know what tastes good and I’ll trust you on the tart.  {` he shakes his head with the suggestion, he was starting to feel a little guilty about wasting the boy’s time.  Instead he refolded his menu delicately, looking up at the other} No it’s okay… jasmine tea sounds fine.  

[xxfcxeden]

Mostly baking, but yeah. {' he ran a hand through his hair out of habit, the action usually shook some of the flour that was usually stuck in it to fall out-- for the most part. he always arrived at his tent with streaks of white in his hair. how it manages to get into his hair in the first place is a real mystery.}

Are you sure? {' this time the apologetic smile is genuine. one of the first genuinely nice expressions his face formed in a while. the chronic "no" face became somewhat of a default face these days. he finished jotting down the answer and gave a final nod of the head, plucking the menu off the table before he headed off to the next chatty customer before retreating to safety behind the counter. once there he had to take his time readying the orders. introversion really didn't cut him out as a waiter. with a small sigh, he returned to the tables, returning to the... person he had accidentally slipped out of character in front of.}

[marktuat]

18/∞ Mark Yi-En Tuan

[xxfcxeden]

morning.

[fcxkyungri]

she would be blatantly lying if she said she slept well that night. sleeping with a man in the same room as her was nothing new, she’s done it before when her father made her stay overnight at the lab but eden was a different case. not in a bad way (she thinks) but then she doesn’t exactly know what would be considered a good case especially since he’s caused her to lack sleep as she childishly tossed and turned on the bed. it’s his fault she ended up missing breakfast because she was too busy trying to hide inside her covers until he left.

the thing is she didn’t know why she’s feeling like this. no, kyungri does not believe this is what someone calls being flustered. being flustered is for childish people who have no ways to cope with life - kyungri contrary to popular belief does not think she’s childish. no, she’d like to think that because she’s so used to eden around that for him to crash into the only time she doesn’t have him around through her schedule off. yes, that is the only reason.

when he finally leaves she waits a few more minutes before crawling out of her own makeshift bed. now that her usual breakfast time is over, she’ll have to end up scavenging for food. scavenging as in finding some nice person at the camp who could offer her a morsel. she already had a few people in mind.

so it’s while she’s so inelegantly creeping across the camp ground that she sees eden again (does he have anything else to do once he’s wounded besides wearing such scandalous shirts) and being so startled proceeds to almost trip on a simple rock and end up making a loud clattering noises even if her full on intention had been to simply bypass him.

"morning eden!" her words are half-choked half-said as she stumbles to him. so much for pretending nothing’s wrong.

[xxfcxeden]

the crisp morning air was exactly what he needed after reliving the horrendous incident of falling asleep in the enforcer's tent. shirtless, none the less. he could only imagine the heart attack she had- in silence, of course because she would be afraid of waking him. the blanket covering every inch of his body was a big clue.

she acts like she hasn't seen a shirtless guy before-- unless... she hasn't? culture is a little prude here in korea but still.

if that was the case, it was probably for the best he finished his run and changed back into more decent clothes in case she freaked out again. that is until she clambers into sight looking more awkward than she usually does when she's embarrassed. he didn't feel like making her feel more flustered today. that could be saved for another day.

"morning." but a small part of him couldn't resist, "slept well?" if the large smirk wasn't a hint to his joking, he didn't know what was. not that he needed kyungri to catch on- but it was still quite amusing. the need to run was still pulling at his conscious. eden hopes this conversation won't last too long. though it's rather fun to see her all ruffled up; his sanity was at stake.

[xxfcxeden]

{ artificial sweetener - siren & eden

[krxeve]

{` as the other spoke his eyes darted to the items on the menu, trying to weigh up what he should get.  They hovered over the list of tarts and he smiled ever so slightly} I think I’ll have a strawberry tart please… with extra cream.  And I’m more of a tea person, have you got anything calming? {` he could tell the boy wasn’t really in the mood to try and cater a personal menu to a customer, not to mention it wasn’t exactly quiet in here.  But hell, for once in his life he figured he should have a nice lunch that he wasn’t pressured into} Sorry for being so difficult.

[xxfcxeden]

You're a little on your own with the teas, I'm usually working in the back. {' he mustered while jotting down the order, it was some of the first sincere things he's said since he was called out front.} Jasmine, maybe? 

{' then he felt bad. shit. he had sworn that nobody could tell what was actually on his mind. the mastery of that was something he felt good about. it worked well in his business- not the one baking. it was a shame someone saw through easily. guess it was a long day.} Nah, don't worry about it. I could come back when you're ready, if you'd like. {' the faux friendliness was back in full force, pen lowered from its ready position to write. judging by the sounds

[choijaes]

[gmxjiyeon]

( txt ) oh. i’ll have to text her later and ask then!

(txt ) no, i’m right :( and i don’t know — we’d notice though if a lot of people were trying to leave the city right?

[xxfcxeden]

[txt] i assume they're smarter than to reveal themselves so easily-- but then again the one that you talked to seemed to forget that idea. 

[txt] that is under the assumption that they are also, in fact a mutant.

[txt] ...

[txt] i don't do carnivals.

[foreversuniverse]

[gmxjiyeon]

( txt ) eiiii? why is she collecting rocks? is it a game? is there a treasure?

( txt ) exactly!! the carnival ends soon and the mutants will be here for a while longer, i think, maybe — how long do you think it’d take to move an entire school?

[xxfcxeden]

[txt] who knows, she was being strange as always.

[txt] no. wrong. and they're mutants, how the hell am i supposed to know how long it takes to move a school. 

[gmxjiyeon]

( txt ) right? remember to grab kyungri unni before you start searching!

( txt ) also take her to the carnival too — the cotton candy’s really good ~

[xxfcxeden]

[txt] who knows where she is, collecting rocks- last time i checked.

[txt] mutants first. carnival later. priorities, jiyeon.

[gmxjiyeon]

                        ᴍᴀss ᴛᴇxᴛ: ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴘᴀʀᴋᴊɪ’s ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛs ᴇᴠᴇʀ

( txt ) there is a school full of ‘freaks’ apparently (: ( txt ) kkkkkkkk time to look around !!!

[xxfcxeden]

[txt] things just got interesting. 

[fcxxiumin-blog]

∞ Blind Prosecution

[fcxxiumin-blog]

Another.

Someone else had entered into his field of blind vision, a silhouette of a man with a rasped voice cutting through the tension with an ease of a perfected slice of an epee through air.

Lowly, his breath left him in an inaudible sigh, unnoticed by his assailants who had taken to turning their greasy mugs to the new arrival. To whatever god or goddess which guided the creation of the muck infested ground he currently walked upon, Xiumin thanked it silently for the godsend.

Playing fencer in a training match was one thing. Fighting three goons was another.

"Seems like an unfair fight, don’t you think? I saw some cops on patrol so it’s best you scatter before we’re all caught here."

He could hear their heartbeats pump louder at the words that had left the other, drumming eerily into his ear like a forthcoming death knell onto his soul. Xiumin had felt it before, when he had been in the exact position with Attorney Hwang on that one day that had changed the direction of his life.

With a shuffling of feet, turning of heads towards his direction and bumping right pass him, one of them colliding with his right shoulder, they had left. The only reminder that they had accosted him into a corner was the small still lit cigarette that they had thrown at his direction, the smell of which making him cough at the noxious fumes.

How cruel his hypersensitive nose could be.

“Thanks.” He finally offered to his savior after his small coughing fit. “I… didn’t really know what else to do there.”

[xxfcxeden]

The goons didn't think too long before leaving and Eden could only roll his eyes. How boring. While he wasn't one for violence, it would have been satisfying to throw a few punches once in a while. Especially after the failure of that mission not too long ago. 

The cigarette tossing was classic, it made him wish goons had better moves. There were only so many times he could see the same scene without thinking of better ways of exit himself. Or here's a thought, just leave. That aside, he walked over to the other, having a coughing fit. Eden wondered how he should help-- or if they needed help, was it asthma? Or just sensitivity? He approached carefully, ready to lead him to somewhere with a bit more fresh air. There would be none of that in these sorts of back alleyways. 

"You alright?" he waited for some of the coughing to calm down before he started asking questions. It was surely not a time or place for someone like him to be wandering in some back streets-- if he were to judge only by appearances. But many things have surprised him since he came back so he wasn't going to expect anything.

"What are you doing in some alleys, man?" Eden always forgot formalities when he spoke. Something he got shit for all the time, but it's all so annoying-- say these with people who are higher than you... it was seemed so pointless. When it came down to it, everyone is more or less the same, why bother?

"No problem. You're lucky I walked by." his reply was curt and he waited to see if they would need anything else before he made his way back to his "home" in the camps.

[gmxjiyeon]

▲ all of me — * ,

it had been a considerably good night for someone who didn’t get to find anyone to go with her in the first place — upon reaching the tent of a certain handler’s, jiyeon had both managed to borrow her 800 won and drag eden out to the carnival grounds with her.

this is going to be good — right?

"come onnnnnnnnnnnnn—you were shot in the shoulder not the legs!" jiyeon whines, tugging lightly on the sleeve of the poor handler’s in her grasp (she was careful not to touch touch him, knowing fully well that eden didn’t have the best tolerance toward mutants—even if she was from the same organization).

"you’re killing me, eden — you’re literally killing me!" she groans, avidly working leading him toward the cotton candy stands like the (inner) child she is. "the pink ones are going to be sold out!"

they’re the cheapest ones of course —

she just had to get them.

[xxfcxeden]

the instant he sent the message he regretted it. now he would have another childish mutant to deal with. a heavy feeling settled in his gut when he didn't receive any messages back and it wasn't his healing wounds. an equally heavy sigh leaves from his soul as he finds some decent clothes to wear out in public. he also adds a hat to the mix, not even wanting to bother with the burgundy mop that sat atop his head.

he was about to complain, but the way jiyeon was so carefully avoiding actual contact made him stop. it wasn't a secret that he didn't like mutants but something about the act made him bite his tongue. the feeling wasn't quite pleasant, but he had no way of explaining it. 

"it's just sugar. color doesn't matter." he remarks, not even glancing at any of the stalls. honestly the noise and crowd was draining his energy-- and patience at an alarming pace.

it wasn't completely his fault that his gaze became so cold, some of the carnival goers seemed to notice before he did as their path became easier to walk. 

deep breath. calm the eyes. it's just a carnival.

if only mantras actually worked on him.

[xxfcxeden]

( txt ) could it, could it really ( txt ) my goal here is to eliminate the mutants though ( txt ) and not much!! just 800won ( txt ) pleeeeeeeeease

[txt] fine. 

[txt] get it yourself i'm still crippled.

{' he ignores the first few messages, already knowing that he won't get far. the still crippled was complete bull. but he wasn't going to walk over just to hand over 800 won. if she really wanted it she would have to work a little harder than this.}