𝕘𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥 / 𝔞𝔡𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔰

         ‘ﾟ* ⇢ send me a  “ 📱 ” and i will answer the following⠀⌇⠀accepting !

            ‘ﾟ* ⇢  send me a  “ 📱 ”and I will answer the following⠀⌇⠀accepting !

he snorts out a laugh at the girls antics. “well, i’m glad i could help then, i guess,” there’s a light smile playing on his lips. “werewolves are definitely a thing. i’m sure there are even more beings that we’re not aware of, but for now.. this is what we’ve got.” he shrugs, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “so, uh, how did you become— you know,” he kind of trails off before slapping a hand over his mouth. “that’s probably so rude to ask, oh my god. you totally don’t need to answer that.” it’s mumbled between his fingers and his face is burning, but he’s not sure if it’s from the sting of him slapping himself or from the overwhelming embarrassment of just asking someone how they died.

            WITH  THE  SHAKE  of  her  head ,  the  ghost  feels  yet  another  laugh  daring  to  spill  to  the  surface  of  the  goofy  grin  she  wears .  & swatting  a  hand  at  the  other ,  she  simply  shrugs .  “  nah  !!  you’re  okay  man  !!  “  she  attempts  to  reassure  the  other  once  more  that  they  have  done  no  wrong .   “  actually ,  it’s  kind  of  funny  story .  i  think  it  was  a  pretty  nasty  ghost  who  did  this  to  me .  “  the  girl  finally  laughs   offering  the  other  a  small  nod  as  she thinks  her own  story  over  .  “ but ,  in  that  ghost’s  defense .  i  was  kinda  provoking  it .  i  did  threaten  to  steal  the  bridge  it  was  haunting .  so  that  was  probably  a  bad  decision  on  my  part .  but ,  in  my  defense .  i  didn’t  really  believe  that  ghost  were  real.  ”

He snorts at the way the ghost looks at him. It is pretty apparent she is trying to decide whether he is trustworthy. But, he doesn’t take her suspicion to heart. He honestly doesn’t care. Rather, intrigued by what she is hiding. He nods , hands going into the pockets of his hoodie. “ Yeah, sure. My lips are sealed. “ Jungwoo agrees, nearing her with an interesting look. “ So what’s in the bag?”

          YAYA  EYES  HIM  almost  hesitantly .  giving  the  male  one  last  glance  over ,  only  seconds   before  tossing  the  bag  at  him .   allowing  the  other  to  take  a  look  at  what  was  inside .  deciding  to  trust  him.  after  all ,  he  hadn’t  really  given  her  a  reason  to  distrust  him .  &  if  he  did  rat  her  out ,  she  figured  the  consequences  couldn’t  have  been  that  bad .  “  it’s  just  some  sticky  notes .  “   yaya  informs  them  rather  nonchalantly .  her  shoulders  raise  in  a  brief  shrug .  “   i  was  just  planning  on  doing  a  little  redecorating .  helping  my  professor  out .  .  their  room  is  bit  bland.  i  thought  it  could  use  a  little  makeover .  “  her  mouth  morphs  into  a  mischevious  grin . 

Jungwoo was surprised when he saw some random girl walk face first into a wall, but then he quickly burst out laughing as a finger went to point at her while another went to grab at his chest. Laughing so hard he could hardly breathe. “ Uh . I don’t think so ! I saw everything. “ Jungwoo speaks between his humored fit. his curious eyes wondering to her backpack and then at the classroom she was trying to walk into. “ What are you doing?” He asked with a smile. Knowing she was certainly up to no good. Changing the subject because he was more interested in what she was doing rather than her physical state. 

        THE  GHOST  FROWNS  when  the  other  laughs  at  her ,  squinting  at  the  male  briefly  as  he  refuses  to  pretend  like  he  hadn’t  seen  anything.  though  those  feelings  are  fleeting  &  the  edge  of  her  lips  twitches  into  a  smile  when  he  asks  her  what  she’s  up  to .  subconsciously ,  she  pulls  her  backpack  a  little  closer .  raising  a  brow  to  the  stranger  as  her  gaze  glimmers  almost  with  a  sense  of  mischief .  “  i  can’t  say .  “  she  shrugs .  “  unless ,  you  promise  to  keep  it  a  secret .  but ,  i  don’t  know .  “  she pauses ,  as  she  examines  him .  trying  to  decide  whether  he  is  a  snitch  or  not . 

hoetaek is headed straight towards a wounded student they can see on the ground. never mind that there’s three hunters there too, surrounding the poor guy. never mind that hoetaek is wounded themself, and exhausted, and running dangerously low on supplies. no, all they can think about is helping this guy. but then suddenly an invisible force has grabbed them, is pulling them away, and hoetaek can’t register what is happening quick enough to fight against it before they’ve already been pulled into the bushes. hoetaek blinks at the ghost who’s now materialised in front of them, frowning deeply at her question. “I’m trying to help,” they argue, but their voice comes out weaker then intended as a sharp pain shoots across their shoulder. there’s a gash there, across the entirety of their right shoulder, another in their left side, and one more across their left thigh, the result of a too-close-for-comfort scuffle with a pair of hunters earlier. the gashes had been patched up with moss, however the daggers that cut them were laced with poison, and at that point hoetaek had run out of any kind of antidote treatments. they’d been fighting off the affects of the poison with sheer determination. they sway on their feet, grabbing hold of the closest bush in an attempt to steady themself, but they look back at the ghost, determination still managing to blaze through in their expression as they grit their teeth against the pain and the exhaustion. “I’m a healer. the students and the staff out here, they need me, I can help.”

       YAYA’S FACE FALLSin disbelief. &, she isn’t sure what to make of the other, not with the way they are so willing to risk their life. but, her gaze almost instantly goes to their obviously wounded state. concern lining her features as she watches them rise to their feet . a bystander, she battles whether she should  help them up, but it’s too late when they’ve already used a branch to help get the job done “ but, you’re hurt... “ she speaks almost a little too bluntly. or perhaps stupidly, as she states the obvious. however, the ghost can’t seem to register the determination which radiates off them. not with what she’s seen today. & when she catches the way their face changes due to the pain they must feel, she can’t stop herself from frowning. “ i don’t think you’re in the shape to be trying to help anyone, “ yaya tries to reason. “ if anything, we need to get you back. i can’t let you go out there, healer or not. there is no way you’d make it out, not like this. “

jitae FOLLOWS the girl. noticing everyone else is gone and that they are late makes him mildly annoyed. he stands off to the side as yaya goes to grab their stuff, but when he hears her speak , it is the c o n f u s i o n  clearly read across her face, that makes the demon rub at his temples. letting out a deep sigh, he looks to her dumbfoundedly. he isn’t sure if she just sucks at everything she tries. ❝ give it here, ❞ he waves the girl to hand him the clues along with the map. that was pointless, however, and, he takes it from her grasp on his own. S T U D Y I N G and turning it to the side until he gets an idea of where it might be directing them. ❝ let’s go that way, ❞ he points off into a specific direction. heading off without bothering to wait for the ghost. figuring she’d follow eventually. and, even if she didn’t , he wouldn’t exactly m i n d .

       YAYA  DOESN’T  PROTEST  when  jitae  takes  the  objects  from  her  hands,  &  instead ,  she  kind  of  welcomes  it .  truth  be  told ,  the  ghost  wasn’t  quite  sure  what  all  the  lines  &  scribbles  meant  anyway.  she  is  just  happy  the  demon  is  helping  her  at  all .  but ,  she  quickly  follows  as  the  male  moves  off  into  the  direction  he  seems  to  have  figured  out  is  the  right  way.  trailing  only  a  couple  paces  behind  him,  she  tries  to  peek  over  his  shoulder  to  take  a  look  at  the  map  in  his  hold .  “  you’re  pretty  good  at  understanding  that  thing .  “  the  ghost  comments  in  awe.  “   with  all  the  clues,  what  do  you  think  it  is  that  we  are  supposed  to  find  ??   “ 

marcus grins down at yaya when she spots him, unable to keep himself from laughing at her reaction to his pencil falling in front of her. “sorry yaya! it was an accident,” he calls down to her, still chuckling. he shifts back into the comfortable position he’d been in earlier as yaya floats up to him, taking his pencil off her with a grateful nod. “I’m doing homework, believe it or not,” he answers her question, turing his sketchbook around to show her the skirt he’d drawn. it’s pretty basic, he’d just added some floral details before he’d gotten stuck, but it’s still not exactly the best thing he’s ever designed. “we’re supposed to be creating nature-inspired designs, but I’m not having much luck, I think I have creative block,” he explains, making a face and tapping the side of his head with the eraser end of his pencil.

“what are you up to? do you wanna do something fun? I don’t think I’m getting any more work done tonight.” marcus closes his book, sitting up and tilting his head hopefully as he looks at yaya. in all honesty, he’s bored, and he’s glad it was yaya who was walking by at the right time. she’s one of marcus’s favourite people to hang out with, they always have fun together, and right now getting into some mischief with yaya sounds way more appealing then sitting in this tree trying (and failing) to get some work done.

         YAYA’S  FACE  SCRUNCHES  together  in  repulsion  as  the  vampire  mentions  homework .  but ,  her  gaze  grows  curious  as  he  reveals  the  details  about  the  current  item  he  was  trying  to  design .   the  ghost  didn’t  know  much  about  fashion ,  but  she  nods  along  easily  with  what  her  friend  has  to  say.  almost  as  if  in  reassurance  to  let  them  know  she  was  listening .  however ,  she  can't  help  but  snort  when  he  asks  her  what  she's  up  to .  &  her  expression  is  back  to  its  goofy  nature .  "  bruh,  i'm  bored  out  of  my  mind .  that's  why  i  came  out  to  venture  to  see  what's  up  out  here .  but  then ,  ya  know.  your  pen  came  falling  from  the  sky  &  i  about  died  from  shock .  "  she  laughs,  giving  marcus  a  playful  nudge .   "  now,  we  are  here .  "  yaya  shrugs,  however ,  there  is  a  mischevious  glimmer  which  sparkles  among  her  gaze  as  a  smirk  begins  twitching  at  the  edge  of  her  lips .          "  is  that  a  trick  question  ??  of  course ,  i  want  to  have  some  fun  !!  ditch  the  homework ,  man  !!  we  got  some  trouble  to  stir .  "  yaya  somewhat  jokes .  rubbing  her  hands  together  as  she  begins  to  think  of  some  stunts  they  might  be  able  to  pull  off  tonight.   &  despite  the  fact  that  the  girl  often  liked  to  kick  it  easy ,  that  never  stopped  her  from  turning  down  an  opportunity  to  hang  out  with  marcus .  "  plus ,  what's  a  better  way  to  get  inspired ,  than  have  a  little  fun  ??   "  she  wiggles  a  brow,   a  grin  taking  over  her  visage . 

jitae is almost left in the D U S T . and, he isn’t sure if it is because she is a ghost or if she was just naturally fast, but he has to jog to catch up with her. his expression still annoyed as he ( r e l u c t a n t l y ) follows behind her, the fact that she doesn’t have the decency to wait for him, he isn’t too shocked by. however, that doesn’t stop the demon from mentally going on within his own mind, adding another fact about the ghost he doesn’t like. and, taking note of yet ANOTHER reason to dislike her.  ❝ i sure hope you know where you are going.. unlike how you supposedly knew, ‘ when all the cool shit was happening ‘ ❞ he mumbles underneath his breath. not really paying ATTENTION to the path they were going down.

       THE  GHOST  HEARS  the  words  that  the  other  mumbles ,  but  for  the  sake  of  the  peace ,  &  trying  to  work  as  partners , yaya  pretends  she  didn’t .  continuing  on ,  before  she  stops  at  the  area  that  everyone  was  supposed  to  meet  for  this  said  activity .  but  it’s  seemingly  empty ,  that  is ,   except  for  a  chaperon  who  stands  in  the  middle  of  the  field .  pointing  them  in  the  direction  of  what  looks  to  be  bags  of  some  sort .  her  brain  slows  for  a  moment  as  the  girl  processes  the  situation ,  looking  back  to  the  demon ,  she  quirks  her  head  to  the  side  toward  where  the  staff  was  directing  them .  not  saying  much  in  fear  of  annoying  jitae  any  more  than  she  already  had .  but ,  she  makes  her  way  over  to  the  area  of  supplies .  just  as  hurried  as  she  had  been  on  there  way  here .  but  her  visage  contorts  in  confusion  as  a  hand  digs  through  a  bag  she’s  picked  up .  scrambling  through  various  clues ,  &  a  map.  “  what  the  hell   . . .  “

“no? what’s bro code.. the fuck is that?“ there weren’t many times zero’s age showed jsut because of how playful he was and active, but it was times like these that it really did. because what the fuck was a bro code. but he giggles at her again, wiggling a finger in front of his face, “we are friends, but doesn’t mean i gotta help!“ which was really zero saying that he was a dick and it was funnier to watch her fail that succeed. and he shakes his head again though, grin forming, “nuh uh! you’re a baby ghost, not a child human thing. so i don’t need to help because you can walk and talk yourself, and so you should be able to walk through walls too! and i don’t have a soul.. i thought we knew this already.“

        YAYA’S  FROWN  DEEPENS  as  her  hands  dramatically  pull  at  her  face ,  almost  like  a  child  being  comical  due  to  the  fact  that  they  weren't  being  understood ,  or  hadn't  gotten  their  way .  showing  her  frustration  without  words  &  instead ,  in  her  own  immature  fashion  . “  see  z  !!  this  is  why  i  need  your  help !!  i  didn’t  even  know  that  shit .  “  the  ghost  huffs ,  looking  to  the  other  while  shaking  her  head  in  disapproval  .   “  but  fine  !!  fine .  "   her  hands  shoot  up  almost  defensively .  her  expression  still  dim   compared  to  her  typical  goofy  disposition .  "  i’ll  just  get  it  all  by  myself .  “  jokingly ,  yaya  squints  at  her  friend .  "  but  maybe  it   would  be easier  if  you  weren't  always  around  laughing  at  me .  "

GHOST.

“ah, yeah — the prof’s about a breath away from turning to dust. if only the old foof would decide to retire and live out the rest of his afterlife off campus instead of calling me a safety hazard in class,” inha sighs. she’s more wistful than she is grouchy; she doesn’t want to be overly negative or anything, but she’s certainly hoping that her professor decides to go on a vacation and conveniently never comes back.

but she shakes her head and focuses her attention back on the matter at hand: the kind of potions that could be made without a grade. she spreads out the materials for yaya to see, and then she takes her through them one by one.

“so we’ve got… herbs and the like, y’know, the boring stuff. i’ve also got some eyeballs here. not to be cliche, but i wanna say they’re from newts or something? and then we’ve got troll piss, which honestly isn’t as bad as it sounds… dust from fairy wings, dust from pixie wings… uhhh…”

it’s difficult to recall just what everything is — it’s not like inha labels any of her jars. some of them are glowing deeply within their containers, and she can’t remember if they’re supposed to do that or not.

“i guess just pick whatever looks good to you, and we’ll go with it!”

         THE  GHOST  CAN’T  help  but  snicker  at  inha’s  words ,  humored  by  her  description  of  her  professor  more  than  anything .  but ,  yaya  doesn’t  pry  anymore  about  the  other’s  academic  life  &  instead  allows  the  topic  to  fade .   she  figures  there  is  no  use  on  dwelling  upon  the  teacher's  words ,  yaya  knew  her  friend’s  worth .  professors  were  always  finding  ways  of  being  annoying  or  bothersome .  so,  the  girl  looks  eagerly  at  the  array  of  options  before  her .  not  bothering  to  comment  any  further  on  inha's  classes ,  more  interested  in  the  potion  they  are  about  to  create .           her  gaze  lights  up  with  each  one  the  other  points  out .  &  instantly ,  yaya's  grin  widens  as  a  specific  choice  catches  her  interest .  "  oh  shit  !!  eyeballs  ??  we  gotta  put  some  of  that  in  there  !!  "  the  ghost  laughs  before  nodding  with  what  else  inha  has  to  say .  eyeing  the  witch  with  curiosity  before  speaking  when  they  were  finally  done .          "  well ,  i  think  i'm  going  to  have  to  pass  on  that  troll  piss .  now ,  i  know  you  said  it's  not  that  bad.  but ,  ya  know.  it  sounds  PRETTY  bad .  so  yeah .  let's  pass .  but  damn  !!  let's  get  some  of  that  pixie  dust  up  in  here  !!  "  she  points  in  its  direction  &  then  at  a  couple  other  things .  "  oh , &  how  about  this , this ,  &  this  !!  "  she  says  only  before  smiling  up  at  her  friend ,  almost  as  if  looking  for  a  thumbs  up,  or  really  any  sign  of  approval .