[ He isn't sure what Dokja is talking about? It isn't connecting for him. ]
You said we would get off the train together.
[ Joonghyuk has a knife, but he doesn't feel like pulling it on Dokja when he's defenseless. His hands should be enough. He just wants to hold him by the neck like old times.
And since they share souls, Joonghyuk's daemon chases after Dokja's. Rip. ]
[ There's no disguising that confusion filtering on his expression, brows knitting together but there's hardly a moment to breathe really. He focuses on keeping that distance between them and if he gets close enough? Trying to duck and dodge any swipes made at him.
The fox, on the other hand, has an easy escape: it dives right beneath the bed with its much smaller body. Try squeezing under here fatass. ]
[ Oh, that just makes him angrier... Suddenly, Dokja is trying to feign ignorance? He's just brushing it off? In truth, it worries him more if Dokja doesn't know. If maybe this one is not the same man he knew. He's not sure how he would handle it yet. He's not sure what he feels.
So he's going to throw a tantrum and trash this place as he beelines to Dokja in this room. Any furniture in his way gets toppled over. Actually, he might even throw it at Dokja to get him to move a certain way.
His Daemon just turns into a hawk to get in there. YOU THINK IT IS ONLY A FATASS? ]
[ Already, he starts to grow out of breath. Damn, those upgraded stats missing now made him almost painfully aware. Aware of how his body was without that extra stamina, strength- it was right back at the beginning for him. He flinches when furniture wasn't thrown at him directly but in his way.
Effectively cutting him off and having fewer places to run in this small room. It stops him in place, cornered and meeting Yoo Joonghyuk face on. ]
The.. Most Ancient Dream.
[ Yes, there was a train technically there but they were all together. All together with that... child. That child. His gaze grows distant, as if seeing the child right there before him.]
When we get back, I'll fix it. I'll..
[ Destroy the Most Ancient Dream. Just like he promised.
The fox yelps and in a flurry of black feathers does the raven swoop right on out from its previous hiding spot. THAT'S CHEATING? GO AWAY. ]
[ Wow. Much chaos. It's to the point where Joonghyuk's daemon chases the little thing out and they make a mess too. Paws and claws everywhere.
This makes sense and yet it doesn't. Eventually, Joonghyuk does cheat because he is more fit even without his stats. He catches up, finally with nothing in between him, and he... Gently shoves him against the wall with one hand on his shoulder. It isn't as rough despite how he handled this whole room.
His eyes narrow and he doesn't say a word yet. However, his left eyebrow does twitch. He's thinking about something. A lot of things. ]
... You don't have to do anything. You've done enough.
[ The daemon seems quite intent on shifting between forms, just to confuse and try to throw the other daemon off its trail. A flurry of feathers into a quick slither of scales before fur again as paws scramble over furniture in or around their way.
With the reader cornered, he expects the wrap of those firm and strong hands around his neck but instead it's just.. a gentle shove so his back meets the wall and another hand pins him there. wtf kabedon? ]
What do you mean? I made a promise. [ The laugh that sounds from him makes him look mad. He sounds mad. He shakes his head, feeling his throat getting dry. ] So long as the Most Ancient Dream is alive, the tragedies won't end. You should know that. We both know that.
[ A sharp breath emits. He needs to get back. He needs to end it. He needs to kill him. Nothing will change so long as he's alive. ]
[ is this a kabedon when he was very intent in beating the shit out of Dokja, but now he has lost the wind to his sails? His grip on him is still firm, secure, because he has so many worries. It would be a mystery how Joonghyuk has black hair if it weren't for regression. Now his daemon merely shifts in between, feigning snapping its jaws and claws at Dokja's, but purposely not connecting. ]
Some promises are meant to be broken.
[ Did they switch spots? Joonghyuk's voice is calm and leveled, no longer as angry. Instead, for once, he's trying to find the right words. He remembers what Dokja last saw... The blade that was in his hands, pointed at a child that shared his face—he dared to try cutting down himself. Closing his eyes, he wonders if telling him more would change anything. ]
[ there are all types of kabedon, we do not judge. we only accept. Of course, his own daemon is still guarded, enough so that the feigned attacks are answered by a boop to the nose by a fox paw. Cease. ]
This one is not.
[ The reader certainly feels himself getting angrier, fighting for that calm that Joonghyuk seems to now have. Where's the fire from moments ago when he wanted to hit him? Had Dokja not been here.... had he still been there, would he have... yes, he knows he would have the power to draw his blade on the most powerful being. He had cut down everything else in his path, he would do it again.
He would... he has to. There's that unwavering stubbornness in his eyes, not bothering to let Joonghyuk of all people to change his course of plan.]
..Anyways, you come in here, trash the room while demanding what I know and now? [ Sideyes the room, jeez... arms come to a cross, squinting at the damage. Well it's one bed, so he's assuming no roommates to worry about ( heh ) Would be useful to read his thoughts right now to see why the hell he's throwing a tantrum and then growing immediately docile. What does he know? Pinches the bridge of his nose. ] Really now..
[ What does he know is a big question, isn’t it? Joonghyuk came here in white hot fury only to be doused by the reality of this all… The truth between him and the Kim Dokja before him. It all comes to light because of the simple discrepancy in what they last remember. His daemon settles more, causing no more trouble.
As usual, Joonghyuk keeps things close… Having not been pressed to tell, now he wonders if he should keep it locked away for their sake. But what if telling could change something?
This Kim Dokja might be from a different world line… If things were to change, then perhaps the Joonghyuk and other companions there can escape the cruel fate waiting for all of them when the train drops them off. Maybe they could be happier to fight together with Kim Dokja at their side, trying to find loopholes to the universe so they can achieve their happy ending. < Kim Dokja’s Company > in that world can stay together.
… What about his happy ending? Surrounded by their friends with the Dokja he remembers? This one is a Dokja he knows well and yet doesn’t… In this moment, Kim Dokja understands him less—it’s a familiar loneliness. Every time he regressed, he was met with familiar faces that don’t remember the same events. This is no different.
He’s been quiet this whole time and maybe that’s a bad sign for Dokja that Joonghyuk is thinking too much. ]
[ Well, he had been taking it as bad sign, expecting the man to suddenly do something even if the body keeps him caged in. You ever going to move anytime soon, Yoo Joonghyuk? A touch to his hand makes him flinch until he realizes it's his own daemon. The fox touching his hand with its nose before it shifts smoothly into that of a black hognose snake.
It curls and slithers around that arm to make its way up to loop around Dokja's neck, flickering its tongue out and for a moment looking warily at that hand still grasping that shoulder. Oh, Dokja feels it as well. It hasn't tightened enough to threaten to break a bone, but it feels it. For now, he brings a hand to slightly knock at it as if to indicate move.
As much as he would like to think about going back and continuing with his plans, they're unfortunately stuck here, and with stranger new company no less. Focusing on the course of action back home will for now have to be on a small pause until they figure out a way back. ]
Let's talk about our current situation. What do you have on you?
Nothing from home. I've picked up a bag that was provided for us and looted a knife.
[ Clothes are the obvious since he isn't a nun right now. Joonghyuk does not move. His hand stays where it is and now his wolf daemon comes closer to perceive this cornering of prey. The infamous kabedon. ]
How long have you devised your plans?
[ Fuck this place. They're back to their home drama. ]
[ No other words leave him. That previous feeling from before, holding him from divulging too much but it makes him curious. What about Yoo Joonghyuk? Well, like him he must also.. ]
Where's your room? Let's talk there.
[ Why?? Anyways, move. The snake emits a low hiss just as Dokja shoves (oh, he tries) at Joonghyuk. Get out!!! ]
[ He twirls the coin in hand, flicking it between fingers with a sharp gaze. Even holding it to get better lighting but-- ]
..No. I don't. There's nothing on it.
[ After a moment, he concludes he won't see anything else and hands it back over though he doesn't seem satisfied with that thought. Still staring in the direction of the coin as if it will spill its secrets. ] That shouldn't be right.
[ He smooths his thumb over the coin and I guess since Dokja is a Yoo Joonghyuk fan he can notice that his hands have less scars. Here is your nice canonpoint hint. ]
[ Lips part to say something, gaze watching those hands closely. The way that thumb smooths over the gold object and he does notice. Of course he notices. He pays attention enough to those hands to know. From the moment they met and they were wrapped so tightly around his neck, until more recently from where they gripped a blade so tightly.
Less scars.. Brows knit together, he glances back at him. ]
[ Stop reminiscing your choke kinks, Dokja. Joonghyuk doesn't seem to react to the way Dokja's words trail off without an end, but they've fought alongside each other for so long. It isn't hard to know that he heard him and can piece together what he wants to ask.
But he chooses not to talk about it or chase after the topic. ]
Yes, I do. I'm assuming you see something on yours, too.
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You said we would get off the train together.
[ Joonghyuk has a knife, but he doesn't feel like pulling it on Dokja when he's defenseless. His hands should be enough. He just wants to hold him by the neck like old times.
And since they share souls, Joonghyuk's daemon chases after Dokja's. Rip. ]
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[ There's no disguising that confusion filtering on his expression, brows knitting together but there's hardly a moment to breathe really. He focuses on keeping that distance between them and if he gets close enough? Trying to duck and dodge any swipes made at him.
The fox, on the other hand, has an easy escape: it dives right beneath the bed with its much smaller body. Try squeezing under here fatass. ]
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So he's going to throw a tantrum and trash this place as he beelines to Dokja in this room. Any furniture in his way gets toppled over. Actually, he might even throw it at Dokja to get him to move a certain way.
His Daemon just turns into a hawk to get in there. YOU THINK IT IS ONLY A FATASS? ]
What do you last remember?
[ He needs to know. ]
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[ Already, he starts to grow out of breath. Damn, those upgraded stats missing now made him almost painfully aware. Aware of how his body was without that extra stamina, strength- it was right back at the beginning for him. He flinches when furniture wasn't thrown at him directly but in his way.
Effectively cutting him off and having fewer places to run in this small room. It stops him in place, cornered and meeting Yoo Joonghyuk face on. ]
The.. Most Ancient Dream.
[ Yes, there was a train technically there but they were all together. All together with that... child. That child. His gaze grows distant, as if seeing the child right there before him.]
When we get back, I'll fix it. I'll..
[ Destroy the Most Ancient Dream. Just like he promised.
The fox yelps and in a flurry of black feathers does the raven swoop right on out from its previous hiding spot. THAT'S CHEATING? GO AWAY. ]
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This makes sense and yet it doesn't. Eventually, Joonghyuk does cheat because he is more fit even without his stats. He catches up, finally with nothing in between him, and he... Gently shoves him against the wall with one hand on his shoulder. It isn't as rough despite how he handled this whole room.
His eyes narrow and he doesn't say a word yet. However, his left eyebrow does twitch. He's thinking about something. A lot of things. ]
... You don't have to do anything. You've done enough.
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With the reader cornered, he expects the wrap of those firm and strong hands around his neck but instead it's just.. a gentle shove so his back meets the wall and another hand pins him there.
wtf kabedon?]What do you mean? I made a promise. [ The laugh that sounds from him makes him look mad. He sounds mad. He shakes his head, feeling his throat getting dry. ] So long as the Most Ancient Dream is alive, the tragedies won't end. You should know that. We both know that.
[ A sharp breath emits. He needs to get back. He needs to end it. He needs to kill him. Nothing will change so long as he's alive. ]
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Some promises are meant to be broken.
[ Did they switch spots? Joonghyuk's voice is calm and leveled, no longer as angry. Instead, for once, he's trying to find the right words. He remembers what Dokja last saw... The blade that was in his hands, pointed at a child that shared his face—he dared to try cutting down himself. Closing his eyes, he wonders if telling him more would change anything. ]
It's not something you can end so easily.
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This one is not.
[ The reader certainly feels himself getting angrier, fighting for that calm that Joonghyuk seems to now have. Where's the fire from moments ago when he wanted to hit him? Had Dokja not been here.... had he still been there, would he have... yes, he knows he would have the power to draw his blade on the most powerful being. He had cut down everything else in his path, he would do it again.
He would... he has to. There's that unwavering stubbornness in his eyes, not bothering to let Joonghyuk of all people to change his course of plan.]
..Anyways, you come in here, trash the room while demanding what I know and now? [ Sideyes the room, jeez... arms come to a cross, squinting at the damage. Well it's one bed, so he's assuming no roommates to worry about ( heh ) Would be useful to read his thoughts right now to see why the hell he's throwing a tantrum and then growing immediately docile. What does he know? Pinches the bridge of his nose. ] Really now..
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As usual, Joonghyuk keeps things close… Having not been pressed to tell, now he wonders if he should keep it locked away for their sake. But what if telling could change something?
This Kim Dokja might be from a different world line… If things were to change, then perhaps the Joonghyuk and other companions there can escape the cruel fate waiting for all of them when the train drops them off. Maybe they could be happier to fight together with Kim Dokja at their side, trying to find loopholes to the universe so they can achieve their happy ending. < Kim Dokja’s Company > in that world can stay together.
… What about his happy ending? Surrounded by their friends with the Dokja he remembers? This one is a Dokja he knows well and yet doesn’t… In this moment, Kim Dokja understands him less—it’s a familiar loneliness. Every time he regressed, he was met with familiar faces that don’t remember the same events. This is no different.
He’s been quiet this whole time and maybe that’s a bad sign for Dokja that Joonghyuk is thinking too much. ]
You deserve it.
[ YEAH. ]
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[ Well, he had been taking it as bad sign, expecting the man to suddenly do something even if the body keeps him caged in. You ever going to move anytime soon, Yoo Joonghyuk? A touch to his hand makes him flinch until he realizes it's his own daemon. The fox touching his hand with its nose before it shifts smoothly into that of a black hognose snake.
It curls and slithers around that arm to make its way up to loop around Dokja's neck, flickering its tongue out and for a moment looking warily at that hand still grasping that shoulder. Oh, Dokja feels it as well. It hasn't tightened enough to threaten to break a bone, but it feels it. For now, he brings a hand to slightly knock at it as if to indicate move.
As much as he would like to think about going back and continuing with his plans, they're unfortunately stuck here, and with stranger new company no less. Focusing on the course of action back home will for now have to be on a small pause until they figure out a way back. ]
Let's talk about our current situation. What do you have on you?
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[ Clothes are the obvious since he isn't a nun right now. Joonghyuk does not move. His hand stays where it is and now his wolf daemon comes closer to perceive this cornering of prey. The infamous kabedon. ]
How long have you devised your plans?
[ Fuck this place. They're back to their home drama. ]
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[ No other words leave him. That previous feeling from before, holding him from divulging too much but it makes him curious. What about Yoo Joonghyuk? Well, like him he must also.. ]
Where's your room? Let's talk there.
[ Why?? Anyways, move. The snake emits a low hiss just as Dokja shoves (oh, he tries) at Joonghyuk. Get out!!! ]
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... Why not here?
[ There is NOTHING WRONG with this nice... Messy room! ]
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[ Your room. Let's go. JUST DO IT? ]
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Then you would answer to them since you are the cause.
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Your jokes are terrible.
[ Anyways, that opportunity is all he needs to maneuver around him, making his way to the door to the room. ]
Well? Did you want to discuss or not?
[ Your room! ]
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And wow! Guess which door opens to his coin. One right by Dokja's. ]
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[ Really? The room next to his? Jin merely bleps, tongue flickering out.
Well, he got what he was looking for, though only turning to ask once they're inside the room. ]
Your coin. Let me see it.
[ It's asked with curiosity, not the demanding that Joonghyuk usually holds himself, gaze fixated on the gleaming object. ]
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Since he’s curious about it, he isn’t as stubborn to not share. ]
Do you see anything?
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..No. I don't. There's nothing on it.
[ After a moment, he concludes he won't see anything else and hands it back over though he doesn't seem satisfied with that thought. Still staring in the direction of the coin as if it will spill its secrets. ] That shouldn't be right.
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[ Only way to check! ]
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Look at his blank coin. Tell him what you see. ]
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[ He smooths his thumb over the coin and I guess since Dokja is a Yoo Joonghyuk fan he can notice that his hands have less scars. Here is your nice canonpoint hint. ]
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Less scars.. Brows knit together, he glances back at him. ]
Yoo Joonghyuk. Did you...
[ Regress?
... ]
You see something, don't you. On your own coin.
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But he chooses not to talk about it or chase after the topic. ]
Yes, I do. I'm assuming you see something on yours, too.
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