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Starting a new post to @waterfire1848's idea about the tonics actually pushing Rumi into full demon mode. You can find the first post here. And the final addition to that post here. Tagging @fierygremlin as well!
So to recap: Healer Han was being intentionally cryptic when he said "I know just the tonics you need" and after trying one, Rumi's body goes full demon mode. She unknowingly reveals her secret to Mira and Zoey when she doesn't realize she's transformed overnight, and had to make a hasty teleportation-fueled retreat to Jeju when they mistook her for a demon pretending to be Rumi. Now, everything has come to a head after Mira and Zoey made a beeline for Celine after not being able to contact her and they've just managed to ward off a particularly bad demon attack on the compound.
Mira and Celine end up alone, and Mira calls out Celine on her choices to force Rumi to hide. Celine has a scathing rebuttal locked and loaded.
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"I would never hurt Rumi," Mira snarled, offended Celine would even ask such a question of her.
"And the multiple times you've raised your gok-do at her just today?" Celine replied coolly.
"The first time I didn't know it was her," Mira fired back, "If I had known, I never would have-"
"And what about just now? You knew it was her then."
Mira's gaze snapped away, hands clenched tightly at her sides. She looked to where she had been standing, where Zoey had been injured and a monster who looked like Rumi killed a demon with her teeth before setting her golden eyes on them.
"...I..."
"Mira."
"I...I didn't know if it...was her," Mira admitted weakly. She looked back, finding Celine's expression set and grim. "That doesn't prove your point!" she snapped.
"I think it does," Celine stated coldly.
"I... Ugh!" Mira huffed, "This isn't some black and white thing! It's way too complicated to just decide one way is the best way!"
"I disagree. When neither of you knew, Rumi was safe. The Honmoon was safe. And you were moments away from turning it gold," Celine argued. Waving a hand across the compound, pointing out the countless angry weak spots in the Honmoon, she added, "Now?"
"But you don't-"
"I'm not doing this because I want her to think of herself as a monster," Celine hissed, "In a perfect world I would have loved if she had been allowed to be whoever she wanted to be. I would have embraced all of her, let her show her patterns and claws and fangs and love her for exactly who she is. But we live in this world. And in this world, being herself is dangerous. Humanity won't hesitate to call her a monster. Demons won't hesitate to call her a traitor. And Gwi-Ma would stop at nothing to get his claws on her, to shape her into a tool for him to destroy the world. And I love her too much to let any of that happen. So I forced her to hide, because at least being hidden kept her alive."
Mira scoffed. "Oh yeah: make her the lead singer of the newest hunter group. Way to keep her hidden," she said sarcastically.
"I didn't get a choice in that. The Honmoon chose her. I did everything I could to keep her - and you for that matter - safe as you became Huntr/x." Celine clenched her fist at her side, but it wasn't an empty palm. Threads of the Honmoon swayed around her closed hand, threads that could very easily be woven into something deadly. "So I ask again, Mira," she said dangerously, "Will you hurt my daughter the next time you see her?"
Mira paled, taking a step back from Celine, arms raised in a placating gesture. "...Celine..." she pleaded, looking into merciless eyes hardened by a toxic mix of years and years of trauma combining with motherly love.
Their standoff was interrupted when a twig snapped at the edge of the woods, on the trail leading down to the graveyard. Their heads turned sharply in that direction, and both heaved a sigh of relief when they spotted a familiar half-demon carrying Zoey in her arms.
Rumi said nothing, merely keeping her eyes downturned on the earth as she headed into the hanok. Celine and Mira glared at each other one final time before following wordlessly behind them. Although Mira was sure to make it painfully obvious that she hadn't even considered summoning her weapon again.
Rumi set Zoey down on the couch and murmured something about getting the first aid kit. Celine retreated to the kitchen to dig out some ice packs from the freezer. Once they were alone, Zoey snatched Mira by the shirt collar and tugged her in close.
"All of it," she hissed, angry in a way Mira wasn't expecting from the usually bubbly maknae.
"What?" she asked in confusion.
Zoey glared at her, furious, but in a way that said Mira needed to fix things immediately. "We heard all of it," she stated bluntly.
Rumi's ears twitched at the hissed and clearly private conversation of the other two in the other room. She ignored it, intentionally allowing them privacy to figure out what... what they wanted to do now.
"Will you hurt my daughter the next time you see her?"
Rumi shook her head of the voice as she fully slipped into the bathroom, refusing to focus on Mira's lack of immediate response to Celine's question.
It didn't matter what the answer was, in the end.
Images of the gok-do pointed at her, flying at her, caused her to shiver involuntarily.
She walked towards the bathroom counter where the first aid kit was always stashed. Demonic features appeared in the corner of her eye, causing her to startle.
Just a mirror. A mirror with a demon reflected in it. The demonic eye trailed over the creature before her, covered in another demon's ichor and graveyard dirt smudged with it across her patterned and purple skin. her whole bottom half of her face was smeared in it, clearly from having ripped the demon apart with her own fangs and claws.
No wonder they all summoned weapons against her. She was disgusting.
She turned on the tap real quick, trying to use the sink's hand towel and the stream of water to wipe away the most prevalent of the blood. She didn't want to scare them any more than she had. She needed them to at least let her stay until she could confirm Zoey was okay.
Satisfied with the subpar cleaning, she reached for the kit, only to freeze. If she grabbed it and accidentally teleported again, that would leave Zoey without medical supplies at the ready. She couldn't risk that. Not after already delaying it by taking them to a graveyard first.
So instead, she grabbed the broom from the linen closet. It was a little dumb, but it was the best idea she could come up with while her brain was flatlining. Using the broom to knock the kit to the floor, she felt her tail thrash at the action, making her cringe as she heard the plunger nearby topple over from the random assault. With a sigh, she decided to come back to fix it later. Using the broom, Rumi shoved the box along the floor, out of the bathroom and towards the waiting Mira and Zoey.
Rumi kept her gaze down, staring at the box, “I’m trying to make sure I don’t teleport away with the med supplies.”
“And your solution to that problem was pushing the box with a broom?” Mira asked.
“Better than the plunger.”
“I prefer this option.” Zoey chuckled, “Reminds me of when we played soccer with a chunk of ice during that huge winter storm last year.”
The memory caused a fond chuckle to bubble out of Rumi and Mira. They remembered that too. They remembered how there had been a planned concert but a horrible blizzard forced them to cancel. Unfortunately, no one told them the concert was cancelled—Bobby was sick and his replacement sucked—until they got to the venue and ended up stuck in a nearby hotel. To pass time, the three began kicking around a chunk of ice they found although the majority of the time was spent falling on their butts and into snow banks.
Mira and Rumi halted their laughter when they realized they were laughing together. Rumi shuffled away from Mira just a bit as the words from before and Mira’s hesitation at Celine’s question echoed in her mind.
“….I really like your tail, Rumi.”
“You don’t have to lie, Zoey.” Rumi spat, sounding crueler than she had intended, “I know it’s disgusting.”
“It’s not disgusting and since when are you so confident in knowing what I like and dislike. You didn’t even know I used to have a crush on Celine until three years ago.” More laughter bubbled out of Rumi and Mira.
“How did you not know that, Rumi?”
“I don’t know! I just thought she’d have a normal American crush like Taylor Swift or Justin Bieber or someone who didn’t raise me!”
“But Celine is so hot!” Zoey whined.
“No! No! I can’t hear this again!” Rumi threw her hands over her demon ears, more playing than anything else, but the moment her hands made contact with her ears, her eyes widened. Rushing past Mira, Rumi went to the nearest mirror she could find and pulled her hair back.
Celine made the executive decision that ice packs weren't going to be enough, so she put the kettle on to make tea. When she headed back toward the kitchen, she was met with a sound she was not expecting to hear.
Laughter.
"Ok ok! Hurry hard! Hard!"
...Also not what she was expecting.
When she rounded the corner, she was met with an odd sight, indeed. Rumi had the broom and was currently frantically sweeping backward through the living room, keeping ahead of the med kit that Mira had slid along the smooth hardwood floor. Zoey was watching on from the couch, shouting instructions to "hurry hard" as the med kit slid to a stop on the far side.
"Why...are you curling the med kit?" she asked, staring at the scene somewhat dumbfounded after, well...everything.
The girls snapped to attention, Rumi dropping the broom and standing up straight with her hands at her side, the same smile she usually had when caught doing something ridiculous on her face. Mira shot to her feet and mimicked Rumi's pose, minus the toothy smile. Zoey couldn't exactly stand up, but she still turned to stare at Celine.
That's when Celine noticed that Rumi's claws had gone away. And her fangs had reduced to slightly abnormally long eye teeth.
"Making her laugh helps!" Zoey sputtered before Celine could voice her observation, "Hockey wasn't going to work as one on one so we switched to curling."
"...Ok," Celine replied slowly, turning to the others while pointing at Zoey. "Has she been treated?"
Rumi nodded. "Looked over and patched up. Nothing's broken, thankfully," she stated dutifully.
The exchange was almost...normal, despite Rumi's tail swishing anxiously behind her.
Celine could tell, even without the tail, that Rumi was waiting for her to ruin this. For her to insist on talking, to scold them, to bring up the countless ways they had all screwed up in the last 24 hours. And Celine knew they would have to deal with that sooner rather than later. But she was also not heartless, and she was not a fool. For the first time since they all arrived at her home on Jeju, they've been acting like themselves. Goofy and playful and carefree.
And the lightness seemed to be helping Rumi, no golden Honmoon required.
And perhaps the scratches on her living room floor will be worth it.
"You will need something to mark the house," she noted, allowing a smile to form on her face as she watched relief flood Rumi's.
She glanced to the side, eyes meeting Mira's, and her smile softened. It seemed to lift the dancer as well, the hatchet between them buried at least for the night.
In hindsight being a “gifted kid” is so funny. You have substantial difficulties with socializing and fine motor skills, but we’re going to ignore that because you’re really good at reading chapter books
no one is entitled to the sacred art, tools, or costumes of another culture (save members of the culture itself) and nonsacred reproductions will serve just as well for the purposes of education and appreciation
having museums full of reproductions would be even cooler than having museums full of sacred artifacts because when modern craftspeople are able to replicate those artifacts, it’s usually because they still make the same items the same way today
this means that you could have description tags emphasizing that such-and-such item has been made by these people in almost the same way for hundreds of years
having museums full of beautiful reproductions takes the emphasis off of Things and places it on the People who make them, which is really as it should be
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Today's mutual monday drawing goes to @vensuera 🙂 what started off as a gouache attempt I absolutely could not stand turned into a mixed media piece that I really enjoy!
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