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fire away // jae blitz. Jan 9, 2021 3:56:26 GMT -5

Post by [ retro gm ] angel lí ✨ on Jan 9, 2021 3:56:26 GMT -5

This is getting embarrassing now, a flush in my face of fury, feat and failure. Twelve knives and ten times that in attempts and I cannot for the life of me hit the center of the target. It's been hours, I'm sure, only stopping to sip water or retrieve the scattered knives bouncing off the walls at the handles or landing in the wrong place - one time almost taking a passer-by's ear off. It was an accident, I swear!

"I! Will! Hit!" I begin, yanking out a knife with each word, "This! Damn! Bullseye! If! It! Kills! Me!"

Speaking your words into existence, someone told me that would work once. Manifestation, right? Picture yourself doing the thing, close your eyes, and voila. Do the thing.

So I try it, breathing out, patience all but worn through. Eyes closed, a sigh, picturing the knife sailing through the air. Hands up, pull back, swing forward.

Someone's cries cause my eyes to fly open - I've killed someone I've killed someone I've-

"AHHH SORRY!" I cry, panic rising as I rush forward to the source of the outburst. "Are you hurt?!"

Last Edit: Jan 9, 2021 3:59:43 GMT -5 by [ retro gm ] angel lí ✨

“and men said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins.”

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fire away // jae blitz. Jan 9, 2021 4:15:34 GMT -5

Post by lance on Jan 9, 2021 4:15:34 GMT -5

J A E

If he had his way, then he'd much rather spend his time up on the cliffside, breathing in the salt air and twirling his staff from dawn till high noon. No, scratch that - if he really had his way, he'd be doing something else entirely. Like, he didn't know, maybe school? Or something productive in a local industry, like his mama?

But his father's curse haunted him from beyond the grave - desperate to instill a Career - no, a Victor - into the family, and being a good Career meant knowing more than smacking a stick into the side of a rock a thousand times each day. So here he was, at some run-of-the-mill training center that always smelled faintly of industrial strength cleansers. Delicious.

Was it the voice that nagged in his head, or his own perfectionism that saw him still there come evening? He's never bothered to find out - hair and skin covered in a sheen of sweat, the polearm he'd spent the last thirty minutes swinging around into straw and stone hanging loosely by his side, it's time for something different. A set of throwing spears, perhaps, or maybe a bow, or a-

Knife?

Steel flashes in front of his vision, startling him out of the zone he'd been lost in. A startled yelp erupts from his lungs before he can stop himself, hands instinctively reaching up to protect his face as the polearm, forgotten, clatters to the ground.

"AHHH SORRY!" a voice cries as his heart restarts. He turns to see a young girl with a mortified expression on her face gaping at him in horror. "Are you hurt?!"

A baby Career, clearly desperate to prove herself, if the fire of her eyes and the weariness in her form was anything to go boy. Something determined. Something...familiar?

Jae's not the mentoring sort, always preferring to work on his own. But maybe it's the hour, or the weariness, or the girl herself, but he cannot bring himself to ignore her.

"Only my pride," he manages after a moment, hoping that the joke and a lop-sided smile can put the girl at ease. "Promise."

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fire away // jae blitz. Jan 9, 2021 4:47:16 GMT -5

Post by [ retro gm ] angel lí ✨ on Jan 9, 2021 4:47:16 GMT -5

No blood, so my eyes tell me. No wound, no pain - so he tells me.

Relief, it floods me with a sigh. This one's nice. The last person I almost hit threatened to skin me with my own knives - yikes, right? A lovely assortment of folks we have around here. At least this guy can smile, even after I almost took out one of his eyes.

"Again, I'm so sorry!" panic still trying to settle in my chest bubbles in my tone, all too used to being grilled by the older students. "Guess that's what I get for trying to throw them with my eyes closed, ha..." laughing doesn't seem appropriate, so the last syllable falls away with a sheepish exhale.

Who do I think I am, Cesar Flickerman?

"You wouldn't happen to know how to use these, would you?" I ask, gesturing to the other knife in my hands. Usually I'm too stubborn to ask for help, I'm the first to admit my flaws - but I'm getting desperate here and well, I could use a friend. A nice one. An older one. I'm half certain most the kids his age want to chew me up and spit me out just for taking up space.

"I'm Pippi," I introduce, "by the way."

Mom always said it's best to be polite when asking for help.

“and men said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins.”

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fire away // jae blitz. Jan 14, 2021 23:40:46 GMT -5

Post by lance on Jan 14, 2021 23:40:46 GMT -5

J A E

Oh no.

She's adorable. Help.

As the girl apologizes again, Jae pauses to regard her. It's not often to find one so young staying this late - hell, he himself had only stayed because he had nothing better to do - but there's a certain fire behind her eyes, a certain determination beneath her frame that he recognizes.

"Guess that's what I get for trying to throw them with my eyes closed, ha..."

Even if the normal Career bloodthirst is strangely absent from her tone. But that's not a detriment - Jae's often been told he's not a typical Career because he likewise lacks that hunger within him. So as he chuckles along with the girl - Pippi, her name is - he regards her with a new light.

A kindred spirit, perhaps?

And fuck it, it's not like he needed to be home anytime soon anyways.

"Throwing knives aren't really my go-to," he responded, picking the knife that had almost killed him off of the ground. "But I can try."

He grins a lopsided grin, more at ease this time around. "I'm Jaehyun, but everyone calls me Jae."

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