[ We will pretend he got changed, too. He is moderately healed? Some things are still painful and they will need to heal more, then there's the scar that crosses his right eye very familiar to a certain someone. Fortunately, he can open both eyes fine. He's felt worse before.
So he... Gently... Very gently. Crosses his legs. ]
... It was like Reincarnation Island. I had different memories.
Not until you tell me what still needs looking at.
[ He stares at that scar, thumb gently touching the start of it but emits a quiet sigh and flicks his gaze down at that careful movement.
Stares some more. He'll stay true to his word, he'll keep touching him until he finds what exactly hurts. At least he's not putting too much pressure. The punch earlier was enough. He doesn't want to actually hurt him more. Jin softly whines. ]
It seems that Rameel has healed me quite well. I still have burns, but they do not nearly hinder my movements as much as it did before. My bullet wounds have also closed up, but they need more healing, which is the same for my arm. [ Closing his eyes. ] I still have a painful headache.
[ So, overall, he is fine? Sure. His body aches, but eh. Could be worse. Niah is also done trying to tend himself, merely lounging here. ]
... Yes. Instead of the scenario sending you into a body as a second personality or entity, this one would be more like injecting memories into us. I didn't remember anything about myself.
I'll see if Kim Kitsuragi has any more medication. [ Burns, bullet wounds... What the hell did you go through, Yoo Joonghyuk? If he's fine then.. okay, that's fine. He doesn't have anything to help with pain and headaches. Without warning, he drops his forehead against the other's shoulder. Yoo Joonghyuk is warm and alive.
Jin cautiously approaches Niah, tail twitching anxiously until she slides up against his side, pressing into him and nipping lightly at his muzzle. ]
It was a different life entirely. [ His eyes are closed, focusing on listening. ] Did you keep all those memories?
I have bartered for medical supplies myself, Kim Dokja. I can take care of myself.
[ He even patches himself some more after! The weight on his shoulder gets a small groan because body still sore. The aftershock is a lot, though it has dulled. Good thing Joonghyuk is used to dying.
Niah lets her do that, though he's a little too tired to do more. Joonghyuk wants to rest. ]
Yes. The memories are still there. They're trying to take over... I wonder if this is an additional effect of that trip.
You and your "I can take care of myself" attitude. It really pisses me off, you know that?
[ You know how tempted he is to hit you again? Stop testing him. Kim Dokja is used to dying. Remembers the feeling of a blade going right through his chest. Remembers when his insides got blown apart when he took the hit meant for Yoo Joonghuyk by the future Shin Yoosung. He remembers it every time. The pain and the feeling of losing his body and intake of breath when he came back.
He's used to dying but he... for a moment, just for a very split moment, he almost believed Yoo Joonghyuk to be dead. And that made the reader all the harder on himself. He knows Yoo Joonghyuk wouldn't go down without a fight and yet. There's a sudden sharp pain as his fists curl too tightly, piercing his skin with drips of ink and blood tickling. I... don't..... We have.... together...
He keeps his gaze directed down at the story that tries to speak for him. He ignores it in favor of what Yoo Joonghyuk tells him. ]
You're Yoo Joonghyuk and my companion. As if I would let you forget that. [ Mola. ]
[ Stop trying to hit him? He's injured? To be honest, Joonghyuk has never seen Dokja worried about him back at home... It was always composed or outlandish (or Joonghyuk is unconscious), like Dokja smacking him, nothing like how morose the other man looks.
It's a side of Dokja he has never seen. Eyes drop to see the words he can't read too well and he... Smacks Dokja's wrist. Stop that. Stop. ]
As if I would lose myself to such ridiculous memories. [ ... ] I would worry more about the other three that were with me.
[ He isn't! The thought is there though. His reaction with hitting Joonghyuk settled his nerves but.. Now, he's tired. He couldn't sleep despite little rest due to what's been plaguing him. He spent most of his time going around looking for answers regarding these excursions.
It's catching up to him is all. Yoo Joonghyuk being here is anchor enough to remind him what he needs to do. The smack has his hand loosening but it does catch the offending thing to hold. Don't hit him? His head lifts to weakly glare. ]
..Unfortunately I don't know enough of their lives to help them. But there might be something that can help them in the end after all of this.
[ Anyways. ] You'll need to tell me the whole story of what happened.
[ Lips part as if to say something more but he stops, seems to reconsider and closes his mouth. ]
... Rather than the memories, I'm more concerned about their sanity. Not everyone is used to taking the lives of those they know.
[ Imagine... Suddenly becoming a serial killer. Joonghyuk supposes an identity crisis is a lot, too. It's hard for him to discern since this feels normal for him.
He's about to retell the story, but he catches Dokja looking like he wants to speak? Then not? ]
If they remember that those that have 'died' are technically still alive elsewhere, they might be fine but. You have a point.
[ Guess who forgot that normal people react to dead bodies and killing differently. Even when he had first traveled with Han Sooyoung and she reacted to the amount of dead bodies and cannibalism... it was so normal for her. Where as Dokja was barely affected by it. The Fourth Wall, even if it isn't here right now, has still had a lasting effect on him.
He looks to him after his gaze drifted off, seeming to think about it and shaking his head. ] It's nothing. Tell me what happened.
[ You know. Like some people here? At least their experience allows them to look past these sad times.
He lightly drums his fingers against his forearm. ]
With these new memories, we were employed to steal something from a highly guarded prison. Its name was Jurda and it was supposed to enhance someone's strength. [ ... ] It ended up being an angel with their wings clipped and broken, held in a cell. Not the dusty kind, though.
..Strength? [ A quiet mutter, his hand moving to rest against his own chest but he seems to lose that thought when Joonghyuk explains 'not the dusty kind.' ] Not a Watcher either?
[ His arms come to a cross, brow furrowing. He doesn't ask anything else, letting him continue his story. ]
No. [ Not dusty and not Watcher-like. ] The setting also didn't seem related to Ahnkeen... Since what we found was an angel, I do think it's worth thinking about it for a moment.
I had thought that maybe it was an angel that tried to return to their world, but got imprisoned... Based on the note found in Ahnkeen.
[ He nods slowly. ] We should expect some people to be missing by the time we wake up then.
[ Pulls out his phone and frowns at the time. He would like to ask more about what Joonghyuk did on his adventure but... both groups came back pretty close, so unless they want to get stuck here? ] ..I need to go find Reze. She mentioned curfewing alone and I'd rather she didn't.
[ He looks at Joonghuyk and opens his mouth to say something, closes it again, and seems to think against it. ] You find someone too. Don't stay somewhere by yourself.
[ Joonghyuk goes quiet as he looks at him. Niah makes a little whine, but doesn't make more noise. They usually have time to talk stories to know more, but it is Thursday and they don't know who will go missing the next day. Of course, Joonghyuk wonders if it's him or if it's the man before him.
There's another realm where those lost wait, doing tasks of their own, and he tells himself if they were to separate it won't be for forever. If anything, he chides himself again for wanting. This isn't Kim Dokja from his worldline... It is what keeps him from saying too much. ]
I'll find someone. [ ... ] Don't get blood on yourself.
[ Jin's ears pin back, whining softly and doesn't look like she wants to separate herself from Niah. The same thoughts however cross Dokja's thoughts. It could be Kim Dokja that goes missing. It could be Yoo Joonghyuk. He wonders if he'll regret not staying with him.
The other man's words, however, give him a smile as he laughs lightly. ] On my white jacket? Wouldn't think of it. I'll see you in the morning, so don't give me another reason to hit you again.
[ Once he starts to move away, Jin clearly hesitates, taking slow steps but stops surprisingly close to Joonghyuk with a peer up. ] Come on, Jin. We can bother them more tomorrow. He still needs to finish his story after all.
[ Dokja doesn't have any right? After everything they've been through, everything Dokja put them through... Niah lifts his head when the little fox leaves, now Joonghyuk looks down when she stops by. It's tempting to touch her fur, but the taboo tells him no.
... What an annoying feeling. He knows it never existed before. Anyway, go little fox. ]
[ Jin stares a moment longer, tail starting to wag when Joonghyuk looks at her. Her front paws do a little fidget where she stands as though to give a small wiggle. However, she gets the message from him and briefly glances back at Niah with a soft yip.
Finally making her way after Dokja, he greets her with a pet and one last glance at his companion before they're off. Time to see what tomorrow brings them. :umm: ]
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[ We will pretend he got changed, too. He is moderately healed? Some things are still painful and they will need to heal more, then there's the scar that crosses his right eye very familiar to a certain someone. Fortunately, he can open both eyes fine. He's felt worse before.
So he... Gently... Very gently. Crosses his legs. ]
... It was like Reincarnation Island. I had different memories.
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[ He stares at that scar, thumb gently touching the start of it but emits a quiet sigh and flicks his gaze down at that careful movement.
Stares some more. He'll stay true to his word, he'll keep touching him until he finds what exactly hurts. At least he's not putting too much pressure. The punch earlier was enough. He doesn't want to actually hurt him more. Jin softly whines. ]
Different memories..?
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[ So, overall, he is fine? Sure. His body aches, but eh. Could be worse. Niah is also done trying to tend himself, merely lounging here. ]
... Yes. Instead of the scenario sending you into a body as a second personality or entity, this one would be more like injecting memories into us. I didn't remember anything about myself.
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Jin cautiously approaches Niah, tail twitching anxiously until she slides up against his side, pressing into him and nipping lightly at his muzzle. ]
It was a different life entirely. [ His eyes are closed, focusing on listening. ] Did you keep all those memories?
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[ He even patches himself some more after! The weight on his shoulder gets a small groan because body still sore. The aftershock is a lot, though it has dulled. Good thing Joonghyuk is used to dying.
Niah lets her do that, though he's a little too tired to do more. Joonghyuk wants to rest. ]
Yes. The memories are still there. They're trying to take over... I wonder if this is an additional effect of that trip.
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[ You know how tempted he is to hit you again? Stop testing him. Kim Dokja is used to dying. Remembers the feeling of a blade going right through his chest. Remembers when his insides got blown apart when he took the hit meant for Yoo Joonghuyk by the future Shin Yoosung. He remembers it every time. The pain and the feeling of losing his body and intake of breath when he came back.
He's used to dying but he... for a moment, just for a very split moment, he almost believed Yoo Joonghyuk to be dead. And that made the reader all the harder on himself. He knows Yoo Joonghyuk wouldn't go down without a fight and yet. There's a sudden sharp pain as his fists curl too tightly, piercing his skin with drips of ink and blood tickling. I... don't..... We have.... together...
He keeps his gaze directed down at the story that tries to speak for him. He ignores it in favor of what Yoo Joonghyuk tells him. ]
You're Yoo Joonghyuk and my companion. As if I would let you forget that. [ Mola. ]
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It's a side of Dokja he has never seen. Eyes drop to see the words he can't read too well and he... Smacks Dokja's wrist. Stop that. Stop. ]
As if I would lose myself to such ridiculous memories. [ ... ] I would worry more about the other three that were with me.
[ They are just regular people. ]
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It's catching up to him is all. Yoo Joonghyuk being here is anchor enough to remind him what he needs to do. The smack has his hand loosening but it does catch the offending thing to hold. Don't hit him? His head lifts to weakly glare. ]
..Unfortunately I don't know enough of their lives to help them. But there might be something that can help them in the end after all of this.
[ Anyways. ] You'll need to tell me the whole story of what happened.
[ Lips part as if to say something more but he stops, seems to reconsider and closes his mouth. ]
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[ Imagine... Suddenly becoming a serial killer. Joonghyuk supposes an identity crisis is a lot, too. It's hard for him to discern since this feels normal for him.
He's about to retell the story, but he catches Dokja looking like he wants to speak? Then not? ]
Did you want to say something?
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[ Guess who forgot that normal people react to dead bodies and killing differently. Even when he had first traveled with Han Sooyoung and she reacted to the amount of dead bodies and cannibalism... it was so normal for her. Where as Dokja was barely affected by it. The Fourth Wall, even if it isn't here right now, has still had a lasting effect on him.
He looks to him after his gaze drifted off, seeming to think about it and shaking his head. ] It's nothing. Tell me what happened.
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[ You know. Like some people here? At least their experience allows them to look past these sad times.
He lightly drums his fingers against his forearm. ]
With these new memories, we were employed to steal something from a highly guarded prison. Its name was Jurda and it was supposed to enhance someone's strength. [ ... ] It ended up being an angel with their wings clipped and broken, held in a cell. Not the dusty kind, though.
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[ But some of them? Looks at profiles. ]
..Strength? [ A quiet mutter, his hand moving to rest against his own chest but he seems to lose that thought when Joonghyuk explains 'not the dusty kind.' ] Not a Watcher either?
[ His arms come to a cross, brow furrowing. He doesn't ask anything else, letting him continue his story. ]
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I had thought that maybe it was an angel that tried to return to their world, but got imprisoned... Based on the note found in Ahnkeen.
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[ The angel sightings. Talk of angels that weren't really described to be the ones made of Dust or Watchers. ]
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We found a note that claimed that "Dust" is evidence of the original sin.
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Even those that are perspective is coming from somewhere. [ But he understands. ]
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[ Despite just dying, Joonghyuk is thinking about lore. Lore. LOREE. ]
But there will be another trial this Saturday.
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[ He nods slowly. ] We should expect some people to be missing by the time we wake up then.
[ Pulls out his phone and frowns at the time. He would like to ask more about what Joonghyuk did on his adventure but... both groups came back pretty close, so unless they want to get stuck here? ] ..I need to go find Reze. She mentioned curfewing alone and I'd rather she didn't.
[ He looks at Joonghuyk and opens his mouth to say something, closes it again, and seems to think against it. ] You find someone too. Don't stay somewhere by yourself.
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There's another realm where those lost wait, doing tasks of their own, and he tells himself if they were to separate it won't be for forever. If anything, he chides himself again for wanting. This isn't Kim Dokja from his worldline... It is what keeps him from saying too much. ]
I'll find someone. [ ... ] Don't get blood on yourself.
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The other man's words, however, give him a smile as he laughs lightly. ] On my white jacket? Wouldn't think of it. I'll see you in the morning, so don't give me another reason to hit you again.
[ Once he starts to move away, Jin clearly hesitates, taking slow steps but stops surprisingly close to Joonghyuk with a peer up. ] Come on, Jin. We can bother them more tomorrow. He still needs to finish his story after all.
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[ Dokja doesn't have any right? After everything they've been through, everything Dokja put them through... Niah lifts his head when the little fox leaves, now Joonghyuk looks down when she stops by. It's tempting to touch her fur, but the taboo tells him no.
... What an annoying feeling. He knows it never existed before. Anyway, go little fox. ]
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Finally making her way after Dokja, he greets her with a pet and one last glance at his companion before they're off. Time to see what tomorrow brings them. :umm: ]