[ Wherever Reze is, whether she's wandering around or wtfever, well here is Dokja! At least he looks a bit better than his return. Yoo Joonghyuk actually professionally ( don't you dare say anything) treated his wounds, arm in a sling still as he ever lightly taps her shoulder with his free hand. Jin, as an arctic fox, sits carefully beside the reader, one paw held carefully up to avoid putting pressure on it.
And when he gets her attention, he offers a small smile. He may not have been active at all during the trial, but he did. See some things. ] Are you alright?
[ STRAIGHT INTO MEMSHARE because i'm lazy and just wanna hit with feels. anyways, Dokja has tried to avoid touching the glass shards, but his daemon isn't as careful and it's accidental when it happens to be when Reze is nearby. | and here's some music.
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Your thoughts start to travel. It starts to drift. Everything was so difficult growing up. After all, when you were a child... things weren't good for you growing up.
When you blink, you're peering up at your mother, hiding slightly behind her as you tremble... as you shake. You're afraid. Looking at her, you can see the ever daily bruises marking her skin, and yet she still protects you, especially when you sport the same kind of bruises. Across from you both is y̶̦̻̐͒̍͐̄̅o̸̧̯̥̊̂̿̓̄͊̑̾ṵ̴̧̪̹̱͕̖̘̠̳͓̥̿͌̇͐̇̂̂́̊̀̒̂̕͠r̷̡̧͔̮̳̹̪̫̓͆͋̒̀͌̕͝ ̷̨̖̻͈̜̓̍ͅf̸̧̢̫̪̭̟͈̲̃̋a̶̙͔͓̞͚̳̦̱͜͝ţ̷̫̝̩̬̮̼̬̻̺͛̆̌̐̓̾̓̀͋̕h̵̛̝̺̰͕̱͚͓̠̠̓͛̈́̒̀̎͊̕ȩ̵̧̝͎͙͍̯̲̖͆r̶͚̖̬̝͎͚͚̺̠̄̐̀͆͌͊̉̓̎̐̒̀̇͝.
It's hard to make out his face, you're afraid, you're afraid, it's another bad day. It's an endless cycle, even if she tries to take the brunt of it... you can feel yourself slipping away. You need to stop this.
One day, you will.
Someone like that doesn't deserve to live.
You both can't keep living like this. You have to.... you have to-
Your thoughts are a mess. You can't think. Everything happens so fast as if someone fast-forwarded your life just a bit- what's going on? Where are you?
Your mother is kneeling in front of you, face full of worry and she's trying to keep you steady. ]
Don't worry, Dokja-ya. I'll protect you.
[ Blood. There's blood. Some of it is on her, but not as much as you. You're covered in it. You're only a child, but you had to. behind her, someone is laying is there, a pool of blood beneath him. you know it's y̶̦̻̐͒̍͐̄̅o̸̧̯̥̊̂̿̓̄͊̑̾ṵ̴̧̪̹̱͕̖̘̠̳͓̥̿͌̇͐̇̂̂́̊̀̒̂̕͠r̷̡̧͔̮̳̹̪̫̓͆͋̒̀͌̕͝ ̷̨̖̻͈̜̓̍ͅf̸̧̢̫̪̭̟͈̲̃̋a̶̙͔͓̞͚̳̦̱͜͝ţ̷̫̝̩̬̮̼̬̻̺͛̆̌̐̓̾̓̀͋̕h̵̛̝̺̰͕̱͚͓̠̠̓͛̈́̒̀̎͊̕ȩ̵̧̝͎͙͍̯̲̖͆r̶͚̖̬̝͎͚͚̺̠̄̐̀͆͌͊̉̓̎̐̒̀̇͝.
There's panic in your chest, your heart racing so rapidly. You can't breathe, your mother holds your face and asks you to focus on her. You don't hear it, but she tries to steady you. ]
Give me the knife.
[ The light gleams off the blade in your small hands, bloodied and there's red everywhere and your mother just asks you to trust her, that everything will be okay.
Everything goes black. And the memory starts to fade, as if it's being locked away, becoming fuzzy until you don't remember it anymore.
It's almost as if whatever happened.. didn't.
For some reason, all you remember is your mother being taken away.
You can hear your relatives talking; your mother is a murderer. How dare she slip her face into the newspapers?
There was a book about it. How she murdered your father.
Day and day again, news reporters hound, is the essay true? Did she really kill him? They ask again. And again.
Classmates would spit at you, they would kick you when you're down, and hurt you, but words you find hurt more; your mother made money by murdering. You're the son of a murderer.
You could bear to be the child of a murderer. However, it is different to be sold as a story. It is a different matter when your life was turned into money by someone.
You hated her for it. Should you forgive her?
And yet, it's as if you're remembering.
She didn't do it though. You know who did it. You forgot, shoved the memory so far away you forgot the truth.
But not her.
A mother will protect her child, no matter what.
Your eyes close again, and now you don't know what to feel anymore. ]
[ Well it's just Dokja and Reze here at the outpost it seems.
Dokja looks... tired, after earlier. Jin, on the other hand, seems anxious, softly growling and pacing as the arctic fox keeps peering back to the rest of the city. ]
[ Jin continues her mindless pacing, ears folded back and tail lashing with some more huffing. Dokja focuses on Reze at that comment and gives her a smile. ]
There's a highlight. [ Small hum. ] ..With Yoo Joonghyuk, that was a good hit.
[ He's trying to play it like he wasn't worried but. You know. He was. ]
[ Seems like he was found just as he was about to leave the building, but that's fine. He'll stop at the call just as Jin, in her white-necked raven form, perks from where she's perched on his shoulder. ]
[ He'll join her then, not that he'll drink. Jin peeks from out of his jacket in black hognose snake form with a blep of her tongue. Hello! ]
I wanted to talk with you about this whole... dispute with the teams. I'm on the Celestial team, and it looks like one side is winning. [ He pauses there, will look at her to see if she can figure it out. ] I'm worried we're running out of time because of it.
I want to... do something to hopefully give us more time. But I can't tell Yoo Joonghyuk. He won't approve of my ideas. Especially ones that involve sacrificing myself. [ He needs to tell someone. His options are limited, but with Reze... he feels like she would understand. As a fellow ""Demon King."" ]
[ Opening the door almost exasperated, don't break the door down??? At least Akira is still out and Joonghyuk went out for a bit BUT STILL. Ushers her inside before she bangs any more on the door. ] It was fine!
Though you know him, he was irked you weren't on time until I told him you probably weren't coming. [ Dokja didn't think she'd ghost but alas. Jin lounges nearby, the arctic fox daemon wagging her tail at sight of Reze. ]
[ The fox pounces the lynx once he's close by, immediately greeting him with a lick to his face and she will fussy him to relax so she can playfully groom even if she is smaller in size. Motherly fox. ]
I figured as much.
[ He goes back to the kitchenette once she's in so he can finish preparing the tea he started on. ]
We've been doing that already, you know. [ An amused lift of his lips. ]
[ Dokja won't complain when she grabs his arm, but he really is one very cold chilly ghost(?). As if one might phase through him but he's still at least solid. ]
I didn't realize we wouldn't be able to watch our own trial, though I guess it makes sense. ...I'm sure you did your best. I'm just glad you didn't get voted out.
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or wtfever, well here is Dokja! At least he looks a bit better than his return. Yoo Joonghyuk actually professionally ( don't you dare say anything) treated his wounds, arm in a sling still as he ever lightly taps her shoulder with his free hand. Jin, as an arctic fox, sits carefully beside the reader, one paw held carefully up to avoid putting pressure on it.And when he gets her attention, he offers a small smile. He may not have been active at all during the trial, but he did. See some things. ] Are you alright?
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... You're asking me that when you got jumped? Stupid. Idiot. At least ask that question when you've got two working arms.
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I'm still alive, aren't I? [ Anyways, he tilts his head. ] Your choker, is it okay?
[ He doesn't dare move any closer to get a better look or anything, but he has to assume it didn't tear after that situation earlier. ]
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[ She shifts her weight onto one foot. ]
It's fine, I'm fine~ I don't know why everyone is so worried.
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w2, tuesday. ( tw: abuse. mur...der.. )
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Your thoughts start to travel. It starts to drift. Everything was so difficult growing up. After all, when you were a child... things weren't good for you growing up.
When you blink, you're peering up at your mother, hiding slightly behind her as you tremble... as you shake. You're afraid. Looking at her, you can see the ever daily bruises marking her skin, and yet she still protects you, especially when you sport the same kind of bruises. Across from you both is y̶̦̻̐͒̍͐̄̅o̸̧̯̥̊̂̿̓̄͊̑̾ṵ̴̧̪̹̱͕̖̘̠̳͓̥̿͌̇͐̇̂̂́̊̀̒̂̕͠r̷̡̧͔̮̳̹̪̫̓͆͋̒̀͌̕͝ ̷̨̖̻͈̜̓̍ͅf̸̧̢̫̪̭̟͈̲̃̋a̶̙͔͓̞͚̳̦̱͜͝ţ̷̫̝̩̬̮̼̬̻̺͛̆̌̐̓̾̓̀͋̕h̵̛̝̺̰͕̱͚͓̠̠̓͛̈́̒̀̎͊̕ȩ̵̧̝͎͙͍̯̲̖͆r̶͚̖̬̝͎͚͚̺̠̄̐̀͆͌͊̉̓̎̐̒̀̇͝.
It's hard to make out his face, you're afraid, you're afraid, it's another bad day. It's an endless cycle, even if she tries to take the brunt of it... you can feel yourself slipping away. You need to stop this.
One day, you will.
Someone like that doesn't deserve to live.
You both can't keep living like this. You have to.... you have to-
Your thoughts are a mess. You can't think. Everything happens so fast as if someone fast-forwarded your life just a bit- what's going on? Where are you?
Your mother is kneeling in front of you, face full of worry and she's trying to keep you steady. ]
Don't worry, Dokja-ya. I'll protect you.
[ Blood. There's blood. Some of it is on her, but not as much as you. You're covered in it. You're only a child, but you had to. behind her, someone is laying is there, a pool of blood beneath him. you know it's y̶̦̻̐͒̍͐̄̅o̸̧̯̥̊̂̿̓̄͊̑̾ṵ̴̧̪̹̱͕̖̘̠̳͓̥̿͌̇͐̇̂̂́̊̀̒̂̕͠r̷̡̧͔̮̳̹̪̫̓͆͋̒̀͌̕͝ ̷̨̖̻͈̜̓̍ͅf̸̧̢̫̪̭̟͈̲̃̋a̶̙͔͓̞͚̳̦̱͜͝ţ̷̫̝̩̬̮̼̬̻̺͛̆̌̐̓̾̓̀͋̕h̵̛̝̺̰͕̱͚͓̠̠̓͛̈́̒̀̎͊̕ȩ̵̧̝͎͙͍̯̲̖͆r̶͚̖̬̝͎͚͚̺̠̄̐̀͆͌͊̉̓̎̐̒̀̇͝.
There's panic in your chest, your heart racing so rapidly. You can't breathe, your mother holds your face and asks you to focus on her. You don't hear it, but she tries to steady you. ]
Give me the knife.
[ The light gleams off the blade in your small hands, bloodied and there's red everywhere and your mother just asks you to trust her, that everything will be okay.
Everything goes black. And the memory starts to fade, as if it's being locked away, becoming fuzzy until you don't remember it anymore.
It's almost as if whatever happened.. didn't.
For some reason, all you remember is your mother being taken away.
You can hear your relatives talking; your mother is a murderer. How dare she slip her face into the newspapers?
There was a book about it. How she murdered your father.
Day and day again, news reporters hound, is the essay true? Did she really kill him? They ask again. And again.
Classmates would spit at you, they would kick you when you're down, and hurt you, but words you find hurt more; your mother made money by murdering. You're the son of a murderer.
You could bear to be the child of a murderer. However, it is different to be sold as a story. It is a different matter when your life was turned into money by someone.
You hated her for it. Should you forgive her?
And yet, it's as if you're remembering.
She didn't do it though. You know who did it. You forgot, shoved the memory so far away you forgot the truth.
But not her.
A mother will protect her child, no matter what.
Your eyes close again, and now you don't know what to feel anymore. ]
w3, curfew time.
Dokja looks... tired, after earlier. Jin, on the other hand, seems anxious, softly growling and pacing as the arctic fox keeps peering back to the rest of the city. ]
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It's silent between the two of them, and... well... someone's gotta break the ice. ]
... I'm glad I used the bathroom before coming here.
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There's a highlight. [ Small hum. ] ..With Yoo Joonghyuk, that was a good hit.
[ He's trying to play it like he wasn't worried but. You know. He was. ]
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Grigory keeps to himself, or stays glued to Reze, for the most part, but he cautiously approaches Jin. In mouse form, curiously inching closer.
Reze stares at her shoes, humming lightly. ]
You looked like you were gonna lose your mind.
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w5 ( tuesday )
She spots Dokja in the lobby, probably, and runs after him like a dog seeing a treat. ]
Ahjussi! Ahjussi!
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Ah, Reze-yah. Are you enjoying our new setting?
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[ Big smiles. ]
Were you going somewhere?
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[ He hums, Jin crooning quietly. ]
I thought about looking around some more. ..But if you're interested in chatting, we can sit in the lounge?
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w5, sunday post execution.
Reze-yah. [ He's giving off the 'there's something important to say here' vibes. ]
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Hm? [ She closes her sketchbook as soon as she hears his voice. ] What’s up?
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I wanted to talk with you about this whole... dispute with the teams. I'm on the Celestial team, and it looks like one side is winning. [ He pauses there, will look at her to see if she can figure it out. ] I'm worried we're running out of time because of it.
I want to... do something to hopefully give us more time. But I can't tell Yoo Joonghyuk. He won't approve of my ideas. Especially ones that involve sacrificing myself. [ He needs to tell someone. His options are limited, but with Reze... he feels like she would understand. As a fellow ""Demon King."" ]
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Um… [ She pauses, briefly. ] Do you think that’ll work — Joonghyuk would tear my head off if he found out. But also…
What team do you think is winning? I’ve only been able to guess right once so far. I think.
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w6 ( wednesday until you tell me no )
How was your date with Joonghyuk that I planned brilliantly?
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Though you know him, he was irked you weren't on time until I told him you probably weren't coming. [ Dokja didn't think she'd ghost but alas. Jin lounges nearby, the arctic fox daemon wagging her tail at sight of Reze. ]
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I had no intentions on coming.
[ It’s truth week, but she didn’t need any help saying all that. ]
I mean, initially I did… but then I was like oh this is a good opportunity for them to have time alone.
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I figured as much.
[ He goes back to the kitchenette once she's in so he can finish preparing the tea he started on. ]
We've been doing that already, you know. [ An amused lift of his lips. ]
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w7 ( frid.. AY )
If I had known you'd write a letter, I would've choked you a little harder.
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I appreciate that you hadn't.
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[ Whatever, she's just going to reach out and grab him by his arm. Cold or not, she doesn't care. ]
I'm glad you didn't get to see how terrible of a job I did.
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I didn't realize we wouldn't be able to watch our own trial, though I guess it makes sense. ...I'm sure you did your best. I'm just glad you didn't get voted out.
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