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[ i don't want drama i want stupidity
somehow they make it to anna's weird forced proximity gothic house and are drawn to the same room
intrusive thought comes out: ] Oh, it's been a while.
[ since they shared bedspace ]
somehow they make it to anna's weird forced proximity gothic house and are drawn to the same room
intrusive thought comes out: ] Oh, it's been a while.
[ since they shared bedspace ]
[ thanks rng
two guys walk into a single bedroom, except one of them is cursed to narrate everything that happens around him. ]
And here we have His Majesty, the King of Kouka, stating the obvious while standing in a bedroom filled with strange and eerie decor. How unusual for him.
[ the way i had to watch a yt video because it's been so long since i've seen a nature docu ]
two guys walk into a single bedroom, except one of them is cursed to narrate everything that happens around him. ]
And here we have His Majesty, the King of Kouka, stating the obvious while standing in a bedroom filled with strange and eerie decor. How unusual for him.
[ the way i had to watch a yt video because it's been so long since i've seen a nature docu ]
Edited 2025-11-15 02:40 (UTC)
[ i lied about finally being able to eat my chips i forgot i still needed to tag you
I am also here for stupidity. Hi. They are in the cathouse and Elysium is desperately trying to vacate these furry creatures from the premises, but they keep? Spawning out of nowhere? Hello? So, picking them up one by one and trying to deposit them out the window may not be the most efficient way of doing this, but it is the only way he knows how and humanely at that…
Even if he is essentially taking over their space and unlawfully evicting them. Anyway! ]
Where do guys keep coming from? [ while gently letting another cat out. ] Stop. You aren't going to win.
[ they are winning. ]
I am also here for stupidity. Hi. They are in the cathouse and Elysium is desperately trying to vacate these furry creatures from the premises, but they keep? Spawning out of nowhere? Hello? So, picking them up one by one and trying to deposit them out the window may not be the most efficient way of doing this, but it is the only way he knows how and humanely at that…
Even if he is essentially taking over their space and unlawfully evicting them. Anyway! ]
Where do guys keep coming from? [ while gently letting another cat out. ] Stop. You aren't going to win.
[ they are winning. ]
[ the cats are definitely winning and it's partly because hak has not lifted a single finger to help elysium in his war against furrykind. this useless pos. instead he is (once again) leaned against a wall, trying not to snicker as elysium deposits one furry friend out the window only to turn and see another one take it's place. ]
Maybe you should find a way to copy yourself.
[ imagine....hundreds of elysiums to combat the hundreds of cats ]
Maybe you should find a way to copy yourself.
[ imagine....hundreds of elysiums to combat the hundreds of cats ]
Hak! There's some games to play that I thought you would find fun. They're meant to simulate fighting, but there's also some marksmanship games...
[ hak and soo-won play a co-op shooter? that sounds terribly overpowered even though they're fighting(?) ]
One of them injured me a bit, but I think it was a fluke.
[ is this way of keeping his word that he'd tell hak if something happened? yes. ]
[ hak and soo-won play a co-op shooter? that sounds terribly overpowered even though they're fighting(?) ]
One of them injured me a bit, but I think it was a fluke.
[ is this way of keeping his word that he'd tell hak if something happened? yes. ]
[ are they fighting? are they on okay terms? (you voice:)
but, well, hak picks up anyway, because they had promised each other. and the content itself is harmless enough, right up until he gets to the very last bit. his brow furrows. ]
Injured? How?
[ he will give his own self-report in a bit.... ]
but, well, hak picks up anyway, because they had promised each other. and the content itself is harmless enough, right up until he gets to the very last bit. his brow furrows. ]
Injured? How?
[ he will give his own self-report in a bit.... ]
[ it's not that hard to stab into the ghost of his father. ascertain the situation and make decisions quickly. the fact of the matter is that hak is still alive, he has to be alive, for yona's sake, for kouka's sake—
but he dies anyway. at the hand of soo-won's own mother, and there is at first indignation (his gentle mother who loved even an unsettling child like him would never) before he realizes this is real. hak is injured and he is dying. and soo-won reaches out, hand outstretched, and is stopped short by none other than the four dragons armed with a noose.
for a brief, traitorous moment, there is again that consideration. is this my punishment? should he accept it?
but he can't—not without saving hak first.
his vision grows blurry. he can't breathe. everything slips into darkness and those last traces of emotion persist. panic, anguish, this aching desperation the likes of which he can't remember feeling before—
when he wakes next, he chokes on the water of the akheron, hand still outstretched for someone that he can't reach anymore. he struggles against the waves and eventually his hand finds the riverbank. except even when it does, when he clears his throat once, he looks around wildly. none of this makes sense but that doesn't matter because he needs to find hak and if he is still in the water then soo-won will simply dive back in to get him. ]
but he dies anyway. at the hand of soo-won's own mother, and there is at first indignation (his gentle mother who loved even an unsettling child like him would never) before he realizes this is real. hak is injured and he is dying. and soo-won reaches out, hand outstretched, and is stopped short by none other than the four dragons armed with a noose.
for a brief, traitorous moment, there is again that consideration. is this my punishment? should he accept it?
but he can't—not without saving hak first.
his vision grows blurry. he can't breathe. everything slips into darkness and those last traces of emotion persist. panic, anguish, this aching desperation the likes of which he can't remember feeling before—
when he wakes next, he chokes on the water of the akheron, hand still outstretched for someone that he can't reach anymore. he struggles against the waves and eventually his hand finds the riverbank. except even when it does, when he clears his throat once, he looks around wildly. none of this makes sense but that doesn't matter because he needs to find hak and if he is still in the water then soo-won will simply dive back in to get him. ]
[ this place isn't purgatory, it's hell.
he wakes in the water and for one moment fears he might be drowning again. but the panic that spurs him up and forward also pulls him out of the water, head and shoulders breaking past the surface of the river. he clambers out of the akheron coughing and wheezing, hair clinging to his face and waterlogged clothes trying to drag him back down under.
bit by bit, memory comes back to him. the cluttered aisles of bostco. the mirror and its spectral reflections. the look of betrayal on king il's face as he'd plunged his sword in deep, followed by the shock of a very real halberd piercing through his heart. but even that hadn't been as important as the sight of noose wrapped and quickly tightening, threatening to kill— ]
Soo-won!
[ his eyes widen, panic flaring, arms lifting and outstretching as if the very act will bring him the person he wants to see most right now. it doesn't, obviously, but the frantic swing of his head back and forth allows him to see the second sopping wet figure nearby, hair and face familiar despite the veil of dripping water. that second of recognition is enough; fear gives way to relief and he stumbles forward, almost tripping over the hem of his robes, not stopping until his fingers are wrapped tight around folds of cloth and his forehead his pressed against soo-won's shoulder.
he wakes in the water and for one moment fears he might be drowning again. but the panic that spurs him up and forward also pulls him out of the water, head and shoulders breaking past the surface of the river. he clambers out of the akheron coughing and wheezing, hair clinging to his face and waterlogged clothes trying to drag him back down under.
bit by bit, memory comes back to him. the cluttered aisles of bostco. the mirror and its spectral reflections. the look of betrayal on king il's face as he'd plunged his sword in deep, followed by the shock of a very real halberd piercing through his heart. but even that hadn't been as important as the sight of noose wrapped and quickly tightening, threatening to kill— ]
Soo-won!
[ his eyes widen, panic flaring, arms lifting and outstretching as if the very act will bring him the person he wants to see most right now. it doesn't, obviously, but the frantic swing of his head back and forth allows him to see the second sopping wet figure nearby, hair and face familiar despite the veil of dripping water. that second of recognition is enough; fear gives way to relief and he stumbles forward, almost tripping over the hem of his robes, not stopping until his fingers are wrapped tight around folds of cloth and his forehead his pressed against soo-won's shoulder.
[ MY MELINOE! MY KABBY!!!
puts them in the library so they all have to use their inside voices. hak currently has a book on cakeverse open and is looking deeply confused, but he will look up at melinoe's approach and close his cakeverse book. ]
Sure, go ahead.
puts them in the library so they all have to use their inside voices. hak currently has a book on cakeverse open and is looking deeply confused, but he will look up at melinoe's approach and close his cakeverse book. ]
Sure, go ahead.
[ Her turn to look for him. A good chunk of time later, at least, since he was a mess. ]
[ my mafuyu......opens my arms
anyway he is hanging out at (throws dart) arcadia, sitting on one of the garden benches. he no longer has his swexy long hair. sad! but he's also no longer dying from injuries so, you know. you win some, you lose some. he looks up when he hears mafuyu approach. ]
....Hey.
anyway he is hanging out at (throws dart) arcadia, sitting on one of the garden benches. he no longer has his swexy long hair. sad! but he's also no longer dying from injuries so, you know. you win some, you lose some. he looks up when he hears mafuyu approach. ]
....Hey.
Edited (jk i just saw the announcement he still has kitty ears) 2025-12-13 21:24 (UTC)
[ He's at the river already since he also helped Medea, so like.
Hi. ]
Hi. ]
[ hunts him for sport actually even if we are currently not speaking. donde? ]
[can't believe the last time she saw hak was their every day morning exercise ritual where she carries him around like a turtle and now THIS!!!
she arrives at his room in the manor, her arms full of hair care supplies.... i just think it'd be funny if hak's hair was already back to normal but she doesn't know that...]
Hak...! May I come in?
she arrives at his room in the manor, her arms full of hair care supplies.... i just think it'd be funny if hak's hair was already back to normal but she doesn't know that...]
Hak...! May I come in?
[ crushes tsukasa in the palm of my hand
but we'll say hak is vibing in his room with a stack of books. luckily for tsukasa, they are not bl. there's also a large falcon chilling in one corner, who stares at tsukasa with his beady eyes.
the door is open, come in :) :) :) ]
but we'll say hak is vibing in his room with a stack of books. luckily for tsukasa, they are not bl. there's also a large falcon chilling in one corner, who stares at tsukasa with his beady eyes.
the door is open, come in :) :) :) ]
[ Hak has received one gummy bear in his hand while he was sleeping. How did this happen? Hien tracked him down and teleported to do it like a creeper. Don't worry about it.
It is an edible. I'll let you pick how strong it is. ]
It is an edible. I'll let you pick how strong it is. ]
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