Scars \\ Gideon & Dylan

Suddenly the tables were turned. Gideon placed hand over his heart, “You….oh I’m so sorry. I had no idea. Well if that is what really bothers you, then I can understand why you don’t want me to touch you. It is possible if I can at least see where the wounds, I can try to do it through clothing. I’ve done it through thin dressings before….but again I understand why you would be uncomfortable with even that.”

“Well no obviously you hadn’t, can’t imagine anyone wanting that willingly,” he stated with a little shrug. “But hence the worries from my part,” he continued as he looked at the other male with an apologetic smile. “Well I don’t mind pulling off my shirt as long as you don’t touch? Or yeah, you can feel through my shirt, that should be fine I guess,” he said, giving the options to Gideon to see what he wanted.

 There was no denying that they was this man talked about his powers had Ren curious as to what they could be if all they did was hurt people and he opened his mouth to let the question out like he always did though something kept the words in. The voice inside his head whispering at him to be careful or he would end up back in the nurse’s office with injuries that would take weeks to heal again and for a moment the young demon actually considered being quiet but then his nosy side won again. “How can you say that? You used to be human right? I mean, you can’t be much older than me and you clearly remember being human so you can’t have been turned that long ago. Right? Maybe you need to learn how to handle your powers before you can use them for anything other than pain? Some of the things we can do are so strong it’s scary, I agree with you there. I almost burnt my loved one to death because I can’t control myself… But I know when I can control it the flames can be helpful. I’ve seen it.” He had been nothing other than a toddler when his nana had brought him with her to a wood far outside the city and though not understanding why he had watched her burning trees to stop the flames from getting closer to the city. “Maybe it’s the same for you.”

 “Yeah we do… there are about a million different kinds and I’m the only failure apparently.” A deep sigh later his eyes grew wide and he stared the newcomer while the smile on his lips grew wider until he almost beamed at the man. “You do? Aww thank you!” Forgetting all about being careful Ren threw his arms around the other student in pure happiness then hugged the man while giggling softly because someone else had seen that he was trying and that meant the world to him. His whole being becoming warmer with the joy bubbling up inside him and his skin began to shift into a more orange tone before the demon even knew it happened though this time he didn’t bother to try and hide it. After all even being what he was he had been accepted for it so he could allow himself a couple of moments of undestroyable bliss before having to return to the darkness that was reality where most creatures hated his kind. “Thank you.”

“I used to be human yes, up until a little bit more than one and a half year ago. I’m not that old no and I can remember everything from when I was still human. But that is the absolute worse part of it. Because I can remember how I used to be. How I was. What I had. And how I lost it all in a span of a few days and will never have it back,” he said. While normally he was angry while saying it, now he just felt a great amount of sadness. Sad to even think and remember all of that. It hurt him, and he would always continue to wish it was different. “No but that’s the difference. Fire, fire can be extremely dangerous and extremely frightening. But it is also amazing and made humans evolve. So yeah that is a great power, though I’m sorry for what happened,” he admitted and thought about it. He would love that power a million times over his own. “But what is good about making others feel a great amount of sadness? To just give an example?” he said, revealing one of the things he could do, unfortunately.

“Well I would say you’re the only success story in that case,” he said with a soft smile, not agreeing with that statement at all. He then looked up again and smiled at the reaction. Though he was clearly too late to prevent the next thing from happening. He saw too late that the man walked up to him, and intended to hug him. Worse, managed to succeed in doing so, even though Dylan trying to push him off. “No, don’t DON’T!” he yelled but it was too late. Skin touched skin. Ren’s worse and saddest memories were now his, he was now reliving them. The longer they touched, the more came through.  

Closed Starter || Target Practice

“Fine, then we will…agree to disagree.” As it were. As for talking about it over a few beers, well, that could possibly be interesting. Ren himself didn’t like beer. As far as he knew, he didn’t like alcohol at all, but he couldn’t really be sure. His belief in others was something he simply believed, truly believed, since he saw no reason not to. He had seen too many things to think that there were things people couldn’t do if they put their mind to it. It wasn’t much, of course. But a festival town that stretched brightly on the icey edge of the ocean for miles, a huge city made entirely of ice, grand sailing ships, and now Insolitus. The only thing stopping anyone, as far as Ren was concerned, was their own imagination and self-confidence.

“Well, I mean, you probably can’t make ice out of thin air. I can’t breathe fire. But those are purely physical limitations. Your mind is never something that should be able to stop you.” After having nearly died a few times in his life, he had learned that lesson well. He should be dead, and he would be if he hadn’t thought himself through those situations. But he had kept his head when he nearly drowned, nearly been mauled to death by an enormous walrus, and if he could deal with those things he could deal with most. Except fire. There was nothing he thought he could do against fire. “I’m sure one day you’ll be using a huge bow and just as accurately as me!” Ren continued with a grin.

“I suppose that works. Now knock the arrow into the bow and draw the string back, one finger above the fletching and two fingers below it. Draw it back as far as you can without your arms shaking, keeping both eyes open. Keep the bow parallel to your body. Aim at the target, take a breath, then let it out as you release. Then just watch it fly!” It seemed easy enough, but Ren knew better. It would probably take at least a couple tries before Dylan even hit the arrow, especially if he was inexperienced with a bow. But Ren would help him, and he was sure his new friend would improve rapidly.

Dylan thought about it for a while, thought deeply about what the other male was telling him. Wondering if the limitations that there were for people, or creatures, were really just physical limitations. He too knew that he would never be able to fly, or manipulate and element. That was nothing for a human, or Shardian for that matter. But up until he died, he had thought that was the end. Just as sharing a memory and manipulating an emotion was impossible. Yet he was able to do just that. Yet he disagreed that the limit was just your mind. “Hm well I don’t completely agree. Sometimes it is better not to overdo it, even if you might be able to do something. Just because you could, doesn’t mean you should,” he said with a thoughtful look on his face. A rare look on him, he often wasn’t thinking about it so deeply. “Well I do have an eternity to train, so that helps a lot,” he admitted with a laugh.

Dylan puffed for a moment, wondering how the male could talk about it as if it was as easy as walking. Sure, just get an arrow on it, pull it back and hit the mark. As if it was ever going to be that easy. Which was already proven when somehow the arrow didn’t seemed to want to stay against the bow. “Wait how does it stay there? Holding it on to the string seems to work but this?” he frowned at the hand that was holding the bow, where the arrow continued to point downwards.

It was obvious that Dylan was slowly relaxing in the elder’s hold. He felt safe and secure, something he hadn’t felt in quite a long time. It was something to get used to, but something he wouldn’t mind at all to get used to. As long as it remained like this. He replied to the kisses and sighed deep. “Well I’m glad you do. I’ll keep it in mind,” he whispered softly, though with a smile on his face. He leaned in to the touches and closed his eyes for a moment. Simply enjoying all of it. Chuckling, just very softly, when he felt the naum around him as a koala. His own hands were tracing softly patterns on his back. “Thank you dear, thank you. And I’m here for you too of course,”

Dylan chuckled, or in this state more or less giggled, at Taeyong’s statement. “I’m not sure it is a good thing but right now I don’t care,” he replied with a smirk. His hand were by now wandering every part of the elder that he could reach. Trying to reach under his cloths and grabbing a few parts to massage and knead. Groaning as he tried to respond to the sloppy kisses he got. “This is probably a really bad idea,” he chuckled. By now fully leaning against the wall behind him.

Poké Bail

Wasn’t there a more humane way to treat creatures such as these—other than throwing them to get them to come out? Was it the stress, the panic that made them? Like, couldn’t you just ask? They were clearly mobile. The one he brought out was bobbing about and that was most definitely mobility and not his eyesight. “How do you know its name?”

Holding up one of his own, he gripped it tightly, then more gently upon remembering there was something inside. “I don’t want to throw it. Can I roll it along the ground? I feel like this is animal or- or something abuse.”

Dylan smiled proudly at the question. Somehow just proud that he could actually remember the things name, while it was quite a while ago. On the other hand, it had been such a big part of his youth, how could he forget? “Well these things, Pokémons, aren’t real. At least as far as I know. They exist in a human game that I played a lot when I was younger. Like really a lot. That’s how I know its name,”

“And well it is not abuse since they aren’t real? But as far as I always understood they shrink to mini size, and have a little home in these balls,” he explained with a frown. At least it was what he always believed. “You can try? But I always saw people throw it. Unless the pokémon’s want to escape themselves,”

Hye Rim looked down at the hands that grabbed her. Gloves. Why was he wearing gloves in the middle of the summer? That, perhaps, should have been the first thing to raise an alarm in her head, but she let it slide. She blinked at his question, tilting her head a bit like a curious dog trying to interpret the sounds coming its way. “What is…wrong?” she repeated the words as if they would sound more real if it was her who spoke them out loud but she could still not derive any meaning from them.

Taking his advice - or rather suggestion - she looked around. The lady by the counter was giving her a long stare and as their eyes met, she smiled awkwardly. Hye Rim nodded hesitantly before looking around more, meeting the eyes of every person standing near by. She was not quite sure what was going on but all of them had one thing in common. A whole group of people was doing the same thing! They were giving her an odd, perhaps even concerned look.

Why? She turned to look at Dylan again, with a question in her eyes. “I don’t…I don’t understand. Why are they looking at me like that?” she asked, catching yet another, horrified look of a younger male passing her by, turning around to look at her in an even stranger fashion than the others. He shook his head at her and all she could do was smile at him sheepishly before looking at Dylan again. She felt like the star of some strange movie. A horror perhaps. Or something along those lines. And she felt uncomfortable. Because she thought that the looks the people gave her would be something they’d only give to a mad person.

But, she wasn’t mad. “What’s going on?” her brows furrowed a little.

Dylan felt a great amount of pity for her. Because it was rather clear that she had no clue what was going on. Though he could imagine that it was difficult for her to figure out that something was wrong in the first place. After all, she was able to see him, so how was she able to know she was the only one? He only hoped that she learned a bit from it. She was after all not human, and it didn’t really matter what else she truly was. But they were in the human world, so being a bit more cautious, wouldn’t be misplaced.

“They are looking at you like that because they think you’re crazy, probably. To them it looks like you’re having a full conversation with.. the air. Just as it would seemed like you are looking at nothing, or touching, nothing,” he tried to explain. Hoping she would understand what was going on. “You’re not human, at least not fully. I know that because you can actually see me and hear me,” he said with a guilty smile.

“Hold on, I can show it to you,” he said and stood up. “I can show you why it is a whole lot more difficult for me then for you to get my phone back,” he stated and he started to walk towards the counter. As a bad boy from a movie he leaned against the counter, winked at the lady behind it before loudly clearing his throat. Which had no effect at all. “So lady, would you please help me with my phone? It is still lost,” he said, loudly for quite some people to hear. Yet no one reacted at all. Even worse was when another male cop just walked straight through him. With a deep sigh he moved back to his seat. “Get the point?”

Touch and Go x Dylan!Hyungwon

“Oh see fighting in a smaller space would be better, the length of my sword would ensure I could slide those down around me without having to reach to far.” A smile brightened his face with this thought as his head tipped in a nod. “Then again small rooms usually just require a simple explosive without much one to one action, much more simple.” Those were the jobs he found the easiest. You destroyed everyone and everything in one blow and usually because of the fire there wasn’t much clean up left. 

Turning to glance down at this one he nodded again. “Dylan, nice name. It goes without saying you’re not from here and yet you speak well. I’m Hyungwon, Chae Hyungwon.” He didn’t add on the ‘nice to meet you’ or whatever else people tagged onto these conversations, it was always just so unnecessary. Brown eyes landed on the others arm which as he had said was almost fully healed and stooping back down he stared in awe. “Thats…kind of amazing. The things you see at this school.”  It was like nothing he had ever seen. 

“Well I’m going to head to get some food, think the cafeteria is op-” The hunter had been preparing to rise to his feet when midway his balance failed him and he pitched forward. Instinct kicked in and his arms were in front of him to block his fall and as he hit the floor one hand landed splayed against the other boys arm. 

“Of course you would just blow them up if they are in a small space,” Dylan chuckled but shook his head a little as well. The fact that someone spoke so easy of it, seemed that there was experience in it as well. Dylan on the other hand had never really done more than a few fist fights. Though the sword fighting was so he could defend himself, he hadn’t ever needed it. “You sound like you’ve done so before. Why need the training?”

“Why does it go without saying I’m not from here? What gave it away?” he wondered, genuinely curious about that. Or maybe he was thinking differently. Because obvious he didn’t look Asian, but having no other choice, he learned the language rather fast. But besides that, why would a magical creature not belong at a magical academy? “Hm trust me, this is probably not the most amazing thing around here,”

“Food! Food sounds like a good idea,” he replied. Having a last look at his arm before looking up again, ready to get up as well.. Only to find the male face planting the floor, which wasn’t the worse of the situation. No the worse was the fact that he actually managed to touch Dylan. He went rigid, eyes went unseeing, as suddenly a stream of memories were played in his mind, as if he was there. The longer they touched, the more sad and bad memories Dylan relieved of the other.

– The selkie nods in understanding, sending a wealth of his orange hair into his line of vision. Jinki makes a noise of slight annoyance at it and tosses his head just enough to move it away. His eyes focus on the other finally taking in what he looks like. Friendly, interesting, and kind. This pulls a smile from him again and then he carries on.

   “Dylan,” he says then offers a bow to the other in greeting. It’s short but still polite in a laid back way. “I’m Jinki and I am new around here! But I am shocked when I look at the offered classes because most of what I have read about, I only thought existed in the stories about land people that my parents told me.”

   He speaks easily, hands lifting as he signs along with his words. The actions are somewhat impeded by the sleeves of his thin long sleeve shirt as they flop over his hands. Jinki doesn’t seem to mind too much as he merely moves them quickly to keep “talking”. 

   “How long have you been going here?” he asks then immediately blanches. “I mean, if that’s not a rude question. I don’t mean to make assumptions about age, just curious –”

   He stammers a bit at the end, unsure of himself. Great, that makes it sound worse. His hands seem to stammer as well, gestures freezing slightly as he fumbles for words. “What I mean is have you been a student long? Forgive me, I am still learning what is and is not okay to ask people here.”

  Those hand drop before one lifts again to touch the bridge of his nose. He tried.

Dylan bowed his head a little bit as well. One of the things, or customs, he was so glad about in Korea. That way he didn’t have to excuse himself for either not shaking someone’s hand, or explaining why he had gloves on. He personally always found it awkward to do so. “Well Jinki, nice to meet you. I hope you are enjoying yourself here with being new and all,”

He then laughed and couldn’t help but to completely agree with the other male. Though he had no clue what race Jinki belong too. At least they had that in common. “I can promise you, you are not alone in that. Half of this stuff I thought were for the middle ages, or as you said, in stories. But you’ll get used to it pretty fast I think,”

Dylan held up his hand and waved the apologies away. “Feel free to ask me anything you want. If I am uncomfortable answering it, then I’ll say so. And probably not answer. But for this question. I am here for just a few months? And have recently turned 22. So Basically student for most of my live by now. How about you?”

On top of the world || Blind date event || Ronan & Dylan

Her mouth twitched slightly as he suggested her going back to L.A. Of course she could travel back there if she wished, but what would be the point? Although Ronan had loved every place she had visited in her travels, they all held a certain loneliness to them, forever shadowing the lovely cities.  Every place she went alone reminded her of why she was by herself now. If she ever returned, she had no doubt that she would still feel like an outsider among the bright lights and loud streets. Shrugging, she just smiled and answered, “I suppose I could go there again, if I wished.  Though I think traveling alone has tainted my view of many places.” A small huff of unamused laughter escaped her lips, but she quickly shook it off.

At Dylan’s offer to answer her questions about humans, the selkie chuckled and shook her head.  “Oh, I don’t want to pester you with all of my ridiculous questions,” she replied with a small sigh, leaning her elbow against the side of the basket and resting her chin in her palm.  “Although,” she added, perking up and looking at him with glittering green eyes, “I did notice that as your transportation began to develop, things started screaming at each other,” she said, furrowing her eyebrows. “Like many of the cars scream, and sometimes so do trains or buses.  Why is that?”

Dylan hummed a little at her response though he couldn’t help the wheels in his mind to start turning. Wondering why someone like her was traveling alone in the first place. He didn’t know much, or basically anything at all, about her species. But he couldn’t imagine they wouldn’t want to travel together. Or any other race, for that matter. “Then why travel alone in the first place? Or maybe you should travel back together with someone else? That might help a lot?” he suggested. Curious to her reasons. Though also hoping he wasn’t invading too much into her personal space with those kind of questions. But he would hear or notice that soon enough.

He actually laughed at her reply and shook his head a little. Dropping his head for a moment as he was trying to compose himself a little. “Trust me, you are not pestering me with it. I’ve been suddenly thrown into this live full of magic and different creatures. I think talking about human things, is one of the few things I’m comfortable and certain about,” he admitted with a smile. Maybe it was a bit sad if he thought about it like that, but he truly didn’t mind it. “Our transportation began to develop? Just to be clear, I’m 22 years old, that’s how far my experience go,” he chuckled. “But what do you mean with screaming? Like the honking sound once in a while? Or the sound of the engines, the constant buzzing?”

We All Scream for Ice Cream II Cassia & Dylan

As soon as he had the ice cream and the bike in hand, Cassia began walking towards her apartment building. Though she tried to stifle it as much as possible, she couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at his questions.  Clearly this boy hadn’t been a part of the supernatural world for long, if he didn’t know what being a healer entailed.  The elf shrugged as best she could with the two giant tubs of ice cream in her arms, and glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.  “It’s basically being a doctor, I suppose,” she answered, shifting the containers onto her hips.  “We just…heal people. Sometimes healers use magic, if they can, but others don’t.  I guess we use more natural remedies than human doctors, since some creatures don’t respond well to human technology.  But it’s basically the same concept.”

At his vague response, she frowned slightly but let it drop.  A twinge of empathy pulled at her chest for this poor kid, who didn’t really know the specifics of this new life he had been suddenly thrust into.  Like her, he had found himself in an unfamiliar form, in an unfamiliar place, with no explanation of what had happened.  At least, that’s what she assumed from his answer. Hoping to shift the subject, she turned her head towards him with a somewhat sheepish expression.  “You know, I don’t think I properly introduced myself,” she said, her pointed ear twitching a bit.  “I’m Cassia.  Have you been at the academy long?”

Dylan followed her quickly the moment she started to move. By now he was a bit more familiar with the area at least he could probably find his way back. But finding someone else’s place when he had no clue where they lived, that was a different story. “Hm well that makes sense. Just somehow I have this really extreme image of a healer. Well helps probably that I’ve only ever met human doctors so.. But you’ve been doing that for a long time now?” he wondered with a soft smile. Curious to her in general.

“Ah no, neither have I. I was just going to call you ice-cream lady for the time being,” he chuckled a little, clearly not being serious at all. “Well Cassia, nice to meet you. I am Dylan,” he introduced himself as well. It was always better to be able to put a name to the face he was talking to. “And no, not at all to be honest. Just a couple of months maximum. I haven’t really counted, but can’t be longer than that,” he admitted.

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Closed Starter || The Journey Home

Dylan hadn’t made him wait long, that was a blessing. Ren didn’t think he could wait much longer. If Dylan hadn’t shown up, the elf might have hurtled through the portal by himself without hesitation. He thought perhaps he should calm down a little, temper his excitement so that he wouldn’t be a bothersome travel companion. But Dylan had seemed a willing and eager partner for this trip, so he hadn’t thought he would have to. He hoped he wouldn’t end up becoming a nuisance as they traveled.

When he heard the voice, Ren turned with a grin. “Hi!” he called out with his own enthusiastic wave. He stood only a few feet from the portal, having been looking into it with a great deal of longing. But now that Dylan was here he would actually get to go through it! “I hope you’re ready because this is it!” Ren turned to the portal again and took a few tentative steps toward it, taking a deep breath and letting it out before stepping through.

Ren wondered if the trip through the portals were the same for everyone. Or perhaps, different creatures with their different senses experienced it differently. Perhaps it was instantaneous for some and arduous for others? Perhaps it was even different for Dylan than it was for him. But it was Ren’s second time going through the portal, so he knew what to expect for himself. It was like stepping into jelly, but being pulled quickly through it. What felt like wind tugged at the loose pieces of his hair, though with the thickness of the air in the portal he knew that it couldn’t really be wind. Not properly anyway. The journey felt like it took a fraction of a second, but also like he was experiencing it for several long moments. Memory was a strange thing.

On the other side, Ren stepped out of the portal into a great white city. The walls of the buildings reminded him of the dome over Pidvone Misto. Each building was made of huge panes of ice in varying levels of opacity, some entirely translucent and others frosted or milky. Snow was falling, but of course it was. Even in summer there was snow here. That was what he loved about his home. He didn’t really need his winter coat, but in the cold of his home realm in the cold of the perpetual arctic winter it was comfortable to wear. All around him were people that looked like him going about their business, elves with frosty skin and pale eyes. There were even some elves that weren’t snow elves, living here for business or pleasure, and others still that weren’t elves at all. It was a world away from Ren’s little village, but one he loved just as well.

The elf waited for his friend to come through, to see the wonders of this city. After he did it would be several minutes’ walk to the edge of the city, then a couple of hours back to his village. It would be a bit of a trek but well worth it for what waited at the end.

Dylan chuckled a little as he saw the enthusiastic reaction of the other male. He could imagine why he would feel that way. Going home was almost always something to be excited about. It was simply a pity that he couldn’t go home himself anymore. Otherwise he wouldn’t have hesitated one moment to do so. Especially with all the portals and what not, it didn’t take for ever anymore to travel across the world. Especially if it was this easy to travel to another realm as well.

While he carefully moved closer to the other male, his attention was still more on the portals than anything else. Why hadn’t he gone through any of them yet? He actually needed to be invited or go to someone else his home before he went through any of them. Which he was now wondering about, it wasn’t as if someone could actually hurt him?

“I think I’m as ready as I’ll ever be so,” he said with a chuckle and a little shake of his head. He had no idea what to expect, besides from some images he had seen through Ren. But someone’s worse or saddest memories weren’t exactly the best way to know a world or a place, he reasoned. “Haven’t done this before so it is a bit scary,” he admitted with a side grin. He should probably just get used to it, especially if he wanted to travel a few more times through a portal like this.

He took a deep breath and followed the male through the portal. It was a weird feeling. And when he was at the other end of the portal, he shivered for a few moments. It was a really strange feeling, not unpleasant, just strange. Hence why he hadn’t directly noticed the new world that was now around him.

Only when he looked up he noticed. He couldn’t completely hide the surprised look on his face, just as the shivers because of the sudden cold. He hadn’t got the winter coat yet from Ren, and it was clearly too cold for his own jacket. Not that he could actually freeze to death, but it wasn’t really great either. “Woah, this is.. Strange. Awesome, but strange,” he admitted as he slowly looked around. Hands rubbing his arms a bit as his eyes took in the scenery around him. At least they all seemed to be elves and what not, so he would be seen.

The smile on Dylan’s face was already rather bright. The puppy just seemed to have that effect on him. It was adorable and seemed to be exited to just be there. He laughed and just let the puppy lick his face as he moved closer to the naum. Smiling even brighter, if that was possible, when he saw Taeyong’s reaction. Which was almost as adorable as the puppy. “He is, isn’t he? So I couldn’t just leave him there,” he said with a shrug. “And just somewhere outside, he really seemed abandoned,”

SOON <3