overturned.

@gallowking.

They’re not exactly out of the (figurative) woods yet, but they can at least take shelter from the fighting and breathe. Haneul isn’t even aware that he’s injured until Sanson points it out. He looks over his bloodied hands with a soft “oh”, his eyes going vaguely distant. Then Han snaps out of his odd trance when Sanson speaks up and offers to clean them for him.

“Oh, no, you don’t have to—” he stutters out, oddly flustered. “I can... take care of it.”

Han looks around for a medical kit, and finds that he doesn’t have much in the way of supplies on his person. Damn. He must’ve dropped his bag somewhere.... Chewing his lip, he starts to run a hand through his hair—only to hiss in pain when he realizes he’s scraped a nasty cut against something. 

“... Alright,” he wheezes. “Do what you gotta do.”

@twisted-twosided-fate / cursed starters. (open.)

Haneul isn’t sure what to say at first. So he gently puts a hand on Jekyll’s shoulder and makes direct eye contact with him.

For a while, Haneul is unnaturally quiet. Then he tries to rack his brain about anything he remembers about the seventh Singularity. 

“That’s... that’s the last Singularity we have to fix, right?” he murmurs.

Then, all at once, his shoulders slump from the gravity of the situation. Man... they’ve been at this for so long, Han didn’t really notice their progress until just now. It’s unsettling, to be honest. What does await them in the seventh Singularity? His mind flashes back to the group’s first encounter with Solomon and feels bile rise up his throat. That whole mess still leaves a bad taste in his mouth.

Never before has he ever met someone so... vile. It almost pulls him further into the past and he shakes himself free of that ugly train of thought before he has a meltdown right then and there. A panic attack will ruin his cool image, after all. He needs a smoke—except he has no smokes left. Damn. Han settles for tapping his fingers agitatedly against the desk and chews his lip.

Han frowns. To be honest, he hadn’t been expecting monsters in this era... maybe more human opponents from the opposing army, sure, but these guys look kind of freaky. Something’s definitely up. He glances to Tristan and nods firmly.

“Careful, we don’t know what they’re capable of—oh shit!”

A beast suddenly lunges forward with claws raised to attack. Haneul scrambles back and sloppily activates a Command Spell to help out Tristan.

He stares at Nursery Rhyme with narrowed eyes. Honestly, he isn’t sure what to think of her ever since the London Singularity—she was a magical, floating book putting everyone to sleep then. Now she’s... a very odd little girl. To be honest, he’s still trying to wrap his head around the whole transformation thing.

Han scratches the back of his head. Man, he’s always so awkward around kids... he’s never sure what to say. But he slowly squats down to her level, thinking that this is probably how one should interact with children.

@preservedito 

“OI!! That was my cup!!” Han shouts.

Then he gapes at the devastation wrought by Tama’s hand. He kneels down to the now spilled cup of coffee and tugs at his hair. No… that was his last cup of instant coffee…! What will he do now?! There aren’t any more convenience stores that sell that brand anymore!! He lets out a dramatic wail.

@subparsanta​ / cursed starters. (open.)

@nursedrhymes / cursed starters. (open.)

Haneul stares at the little girl bewilderedly. “N-Nursery Rhyme?”

@aeronotch / starters that start with “i…” (open.)

“All I’m saying,” Haneul begins as he waves his knife around carelessly, “is that I should have some form of self-defense in case something goes wrong in a Singularity. What if the Mystic Code malfunctions? What if I can’t do a Command Spell?”

He shrugs lightly and goes back to aiming at a painted spot on the kitchen wall.

@litreofsun​ / starters that start with “i…” (open.)

“H-hey—don’t push yourself...”

Haneul is no worse for wear but he’s having a hard time keeping up with all these monsters and making sure Guinevere is okay. But she’s taken so many hits, he’s terrified for her than of the staggering monster that’s acting way too unpredictably for his liking. He swallows thickly as he checks the state of his Mystic Code.

Please, for the love of God, let me be useful for once, he thinks as he looks over his Command Spells. Maybe there is a deity after all, because he can see a faintly glowing rune on his hand. That means he has enough energy for one more healing spell, right?

He activates the last Command Spell and loses his breath as a rush of magical energy surges from the rune towards Guinevere.

@preservedito / starters that start with “i…” (open.)

“What makes you think that?” Haneul says, as he hangs off the rope. “I’ll be fine, don’t be such a worrywart.”

He takes a deep breath and slowly climbs. The others made it through just fine, he just needs to be quick about it lest the steam make the rope too slippery to hang on anymore. Urgh, he doesn’t want to even think about ending up suffocating under swamp bog. He pauses for a second to wipe the sweat off his brow. Why is this place so hellishly hot? It’s worse than August in Japan.

He makes it about three-quarters of the way before his grip begins to slide. Oh shit. Haneul picks up the pace and his fingers catch on the edge of the platform before the rest of his body decides to slip down the rope.

It’s with sheer determination and upper body strength that he manages to pull himself up by his fingers. With a great wheeze, he sprawls on blessed, flat surface.