[ 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.
That's right. [ And there's something that's tugging at him, wanting to keep this to himself. However, this is information that he doesn't care to share with Joonghuyk. Especially since it's information he wants to know from the other man as well. So he smoothly ignores that uneasiness. Even if his daemon seems restless. ]
I see a spiraling comet right here with mine. [ To which he knows what that indicates. He'll wait to hear what Joonghyuk sees first. ]
[ Peering at his own coin, he glides his thumb over the design of the spiraling comet. ]
A clock. Do you feel anything from it?
[ His own gaze continues to stare at his own intently until he finally pockets it away, safely stowed. ]
Hmmm, either way, seems as if we're part of separate groups.
[ With that train of thought, he assumes it has to do with the notes they found from their likely kidnappers. Maybe. It's just a theory in the end. a game theory ]
... That I shouldn't tell anyone so easily what it is.
[ And he can only wonder why? Though as they know there are at least two groups, he's already thinking that this may be some kind of team battlefield. What the game is will be the big question.
Points at the notes. These NPCs must know something. ]
[ That's a given. It's also something he felt. One group has a clock, another a spiraling comet. Well, he doesn't care enough to divulge that information to anyone else so he'll leave it at that for now.
The NPCs, however. That's their next step. When they finally meet them, they'll be able to get more information together. ]
Hmm. [ A sound of agreement.
... ... ... ]
Well, that's all I wanted to check with. I'll be going now.
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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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That's right. [ And there's something that's tugging at him, wanting to keep this to himself. However, this is information that he doesn't care to share with Joonghuyk. Especially since it's information he wants to know from the other man as well. So he smoothly ignores that uneasiness. Even if his daemon seems restless. ]
I see a spiraling comet right here with mine. [ To which he knows what that indicates. He'll wait to hear what Joonghyuk sees first. ]
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They just don't agree on methods. ]
... I see a clock.
[ Despite what they see being different, it doesn't make Joonghyuk uneasy. Instead, he ponders. Niah's tail swishes back and forth. ]
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A clock. Do you feel anything from it?
[ His own gaze continues to stare at his own intently until he finally pockets it away, safely stowed. ]
Hmmm, either way, seems as if we're part of separate groups.
[ With that train of thought, he assumes it has to do with the notes they found from their likely kidnappers. Maybe. It's just a theory in the end.
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[ And he can only wonder why? Though as they know there are at least two groups, he's already thinking that this may be some kind of team battlefield. What the game is will be the big question.
Points at the notes. These NPCs must know something. ]
It's something to keep in mind for the future.
[ BACK TO HOME DRAMA. ]
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The NPCs, however. That's their next step. When they finally meet them, they'll be able to get more information together. ]
Hmm. [ A sound of agreement.
... ... ... ]
Well, that's all I wanted to check with. I'll be going now.
[ bye. ]
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[ It is the tone THAT YOu ARE NOT lEAVINg you Are NOt, but I will pretend that Dokja is fast enough to run into his room so he's free.
Oh, no. He really wants to kick down the door but I will spare Caitie. ]