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WATANABE HANABI (OH SAETBYEOL) OC
Miss "I'll be alright!" when she isn't going to be alright.
Pretty awkward, but very friendly!
'I see dead people' but also she is like that person who is a guide for those dead people and/or banisher of. Honestly, ghos.tbusters should hire her!
damn it sucks to have death broadcasting at all time. But hey, she gets free cable :/
Hey, Hanabi is acting very differently and out of character? Don't worry about it.
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“I’ll be right back,” Till promises. He doesn’t know what she was going to say, but he senses her reluctance to let go. He can be much the same way sometimes, and it must be especially difficult for Hanabi now when someone she was so close to has just disappeared. Till pats her head softly. “I won’t be too far away, an’ you can shout if ya need somethin’.”
Just as he says, Till is back quickly, blanket in hand. Noticing Hanabi still hasn’t eaten, he unsubtly nudges the takeout containers closer to her, opening one up so the savory aroma can start permeating the room.
He wraps the blanket around her and sits right next to her. After a moment of hesitation, Till wraps his arms back around her and drags her closer, so that she’s tucked back up against his chest. Cheeks lightly pinked, Till rests his chin on top of her head.
“Is… is this okay? Are ya too warm?”
And he's back. People come and go all the time here when the Eclipse shows up. You never know who gets to stay and who is sent back, who is brought, and who's brought back. It's all in the air. Still, when people she cared about were sent away, she got nervous. What if Watanuki was next? Shadow? What if Till? Vanth? She'd be all alone again. What if she were sent back home...What then?
She doesn't know, and she is scared to find out what would be back home for her. After everything having happened here.
The smell of food is enticing for sure. Still, she doesn't really make a move. Not yet. She's listening to Till's heartbeat. She nods quietly, then says,
"Not too warm." Except, if she stayed in this position, she knows there will not be any White Chicken, and she would be fast asleep. With that being said, she finally shifts so she can grab her food and start nibbling. It's without much of a thought that the Television and the movie is set up without her moving.
“Uuuuhhhhhh….”
“I-I’m hungry! Yeah! Let’s get some food! It’s on me!”
An unsubtle bribe to try to get Hanabi to drop the subject. AND if they were eating, they couldn’t be talking, so Till couldn’t accidentally blurt out all of his stupid feelings.
Hanabi squints her eyes at him. Cheeks puffed in a pout before she lets out the hair and huffs. "As long as you're paying." If Till thought she was going to drop it, he'd be very, very, most absolutely wrong!
She can eat AND talk and there are questions just piling up the longer they wait.
Vanth follows her into the bedroom, where Hanabi unceremoniously drops onto the mattress with soft thud. A nap, she says. Vanth thinks perhaps he'll join her, if not in sleep then at least by lying down beside her. And then that gurgle cuts through the conversation, loud and pleading, leaving Vanth attempting to stifle a small laugh. Her poor stomach must still be empty. ❝ Alright, you nap, and I order. ❞ He pats her on the ankle with a smile as he settles down at the foot of her bed, already whipping out his phone. He doesn't mind; it's not like he sleeps, anyway. ❝ Any requests, or you want your usual? ❞
She brings her knees to her chest and hugs them while still lying on her side. Moving her head to look at Vanth a little more comfortably, she thinks for a moment and then, "I want to try something new," She answers quietly. So, she tells him what she'd like. It's one of the meals Soma liked, and she had been meaning to try it, but never did.
Now is a good time.
She then lets her legs go and stretches them out, careful not to hit Vanth with her toes. "Thank you, Vanth."
Now Till has to choke down his irritation that no one is answering his questions, and any sounds of pain that might dare try to escape his throat when Wolfwood bends his broken finger in his splint. But the guy is clearly going through something, so it’s an easy decision for Till to be the more mature one and let it go for now with the intention of grilling him later. He’s been getting a lot of practice with that recently. It must be something that troubled dark-haired men bring out in him.
Taking in Wolfwood’s advice, Till nods wordlessly. He doesn’t say that he’s not sure he’s a practiced enough shot to aim at specific parts of the body instead of in their general direction and hoping he hits something—it wouldn’t change anything. Till has already made up his mind to stay.
Mirroring the concern in the other man’s eyes, Till yells back, “Worry about yourself, idiot! You’d better not die either!”
Shaking his head in disbelief, he turns back to Hanabi. Till has never seen her in action before, and he has to admit he’d been somewhat shellshocked to watch her throw a large motorcycle like it was a ball of tinfoil. He can acknowledge that she’s probably more capable than him… but that doesn’t mean he can’t worry about her safety.
“…I don’t suppose you’ll listen t’ me if I tell ya t’ get outta here too…?” The wry tone with which Till asks implies he already knows the answer.
Just then, a shadowy figure runs by both of them, no doubt chasing after Wolfwood. Till raises his gun and fires two consecutive shots instinctively. His first shot goes wide, but the second one hits what looks like the shadow’s leg, and they stumble. His third shot hits the mark, and they finally go down.
More gunfire erupts around them. Hanabi was already probably a target, but now the shadowy force seems to finally view Till as a threat as well. He’s glad he can take some of the pressure off of her.
Ducking behind a barrel, Till hears multiple bullets embed themselves in the metal. Peeking over it, he fires two more shots and watches one of the shadows fall. He takes a deep breath to steady his shaking hands. He feels lucky that these guys don’t look very human, or he's not sure he'd be able to do this.
Looking around for Hanabi, he sees another shadow creeping up behind her from the entrance to the alleyway. Till sees red for a moment, but his vision clears just in time to watch the shadow throw their head back as the bullet he fired hits the middle of where their face would be if they had one.
‘11 shots left,’ he thinks to himself.
@hanabisays
Hanabi wants to take Till and go with Wolfwood. She's worried. Scared, even. "Nico...Please.....please be safe," she begs under her breath. Now, with wolfwood having run off to do what needs done, her attention is on Till. She's stern in her tone, "not a chance."
They were in this together!
It's then that the bullets are flying. She moves quickly behind a barrel as well. Right, he did say there were barrels everywhere. She looks to Till, who not only shoots back at the shadow men but also just saves her life. "Till oppa! Try not to get hit, okay?" And with that, with a quick wave of her hand, she's launching a few barrels at the enemies!
When she spots one of the enemies making a run to attack Till while he's caught off guard, she doesn't hesitate to throw them across with a swift wave of her hand.
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They must make quite a ridiculous picture, Till thinks, shuffling into Hanabi’s house with their arms around each other. Like a mother hen with a chick who won’t stop hiding under their wing.
Till cuddles her closer, not caring about the mess she’s making of his shirt, continuing to stroke her head with his broken hand.
“Yeah… White Chickens…” He’s lucky his chin is resting on her head, or she’d surely see the way he grimaces.
It’s not that he doesn’t like watching things with Hanabi, or even people in general—it’s just that most of the jokes they make in comedies go right over his head.
“D’you wanna lie down on the couch an’ have some food while I put the ice cream away? An' I can come back with a blanket t’ wrap ya up in and start the movie then? Does that sound nice?”
"Okay. Just....," What did she want to say? She ends up shaking her head, though. She's reluctant to let go, but she knows she has to. So, she releases him and wipes her hands. "I'll get the movie started."
Till will find that where Hanabi buried her face, it's WET.
She drags her feet, making way to the living space so she can turn the TV on and get the movie started. It's on pause for when Till is back, and she's all curled up!
‘Nico’?!
“You two know each other?! How’d—?! Mmph—!!” Till is promptly cut off by the taller man practically tackling him. To his credit, Till thinks that he takes it pretty well in stride. It’s not really the time to be asking those sorts of questions anyway.
“What’s a cult?” Seems like a somewhat more urgent question for him to ask instead, peeking over Hanabi’s shoulder at the red flyer. But Till can safely assume that they’re probably bad news. It’s hard to believe that they’d be good guys if they wanted to shoot Till and Hanabi for simply seeing them.
“Nu-uh!” Till immediately protests to Wolfwood’s plan, jabbing a finger at the bandages wrapped around his shoulder. “You’re already hurt! You take Hanabi and I’ll…”
Till slowly unholsters the gun under his jacket, keeping it carefully pointed towards the ground with his fingers off the trigger. He hopes that in the near darkness the other two can’t see the splint on his trigger finger, nor the way his hands shake. The footsteps are getting louder with every second—they’re running out of time.
“I’ll stay. I can hold ‘em off for a bit,” Till says with more confidence than he feels.
Oh, she feels her heart racing when Wolfwood mentions the past. HIS past. There's no time to think about the horror he had to face as a child. Right now, she needs to be in the presence!
"Till oppa is right," She says with a firm nod, "you're hurt and---Wait, NO. No one is leaving ANYONE behind!" She turns to face Till. When did he get a gun!?
"Nico, Till oppa....we're getting through this together. You said it yourself. They saw our faces. You really think they'll leave us be once they get through you?" She looks up at Wolfwood, bemused.
The footsteps are getting closer, and before the two guys can protest, she's already springing into action.
Back then, she felt that she couldn't do much for Little Nico, but this time...This time will be different.
She HURLS the motorcycle toward the enemies. This slows them down at least a little!
"We're in this together, whether we like it or not!"
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“Oof!!” Hanabi’s head hits Till’s chest with a force that almost knocks him off his feet.
And the way his heart feels like it’s breaking has nothing to do with his bruised ribs.
“I know… I know…” Till’s splinted hand comes up to pat her head, dropping the bags of food on her stairs so he can wrap his other arm tightly around her.
“It’s not fair… Not fair at all…” Blinking tears back from his eyes, Till tries not to think about how he would feel if he were in her position. He only wants to think about Hanabi and what she needs right now.
“…How’s about we go inside, huh, Byeol-ah? I’ve got you some icecream an’ we can stay up all night watchin’… th-that one show you wanted to watch… What was it called again?”
"It isn't," she repeats with a shake of her head. She's got a fistful of his shirt in her hands.
His hand feels different upon her head. If she weren't so grief-stricken, she would have asked about it. For now, she's unaware.
She sniffs, rubs her face against his body. She doesn't mean to, but the runny nose rubs against him as well. "Mmm...white chickens," she says through sniffles and light sobs.
She somehow manages to bring them both inside without moving away from him.
As Hanabi releases him, Vanth lightly presses his knuckles into her shoulder. ❝ You will be, ❞ he says, absolutely certain of her strength. He would always admire it, the sheer will of Hanabi's kind heart. ❝ But you don't gotta be yet. ❞
Vanth gazes at her as he leans against the doorway. She may have let go of their embrace, but her puffy eyes and messy hair still have his concern. ❝ ... Think you've got an appetite? Or did you wanna take me up on that nap, after all? ❞
Hanabi nods at his kind words. He's always so reassuring and supportive. She loves that about him. She wipes her eyes dry of any tear residue.
"I'll be okay," She mutters. And it was okay to not be yet. She'll tell herself this for as long as she needs.
She drags her feet to plop onto the bed face-first. She moves her head so she can look at Vanth, "Nap sounds good..." her stomach says otherwise, though. At the thought of an appetite? Well, it'd be a surprise of Watanuki AND Shadow, wherever they were, didn't hear how LOUD her stomach screamed for glorious food.
“Fuck you!” Till immediately fires back without thinking. In his defense, he was pretty stressed.
Cheering up Hanabi by getting her out of the house for some loud music and dancing with people around her own age had seemed like a good idea at the time, but the last thing Till had been expecting was for the two of them to almost get run over. And by someone he knew, no less.
“Who the fuck drives like that, Wolfwood?! There’d better be a damn good reason you—”
The gunshots ring loud in Till’s ears and even more thunderous in his head. Moving instinctively, he grabs Hanabi by the back of her shirt, hauling her behind the wall and out of immediate danger. Unfortunately, there’s little he can do for Wolfwood, being farther away and sitting atop his bike, except apologize.
“Oh, shit— I’m sorry, man— I-I didn’t know—” Till tries to peek around the wall into the alleyway, but pulls his head back as a bullet hits unnervingly close, taking a chip out of the brickwork.
He did bring his pistol with him, holstered under his arm, but even with the guidance of the helpful man he’d met at the gun range, Till only had the barest amount of practice with it. Not only is he reluctant to use it against other people, but he’s not convinced he’ll help more than he’ll hurt.
“W-what are they tryin’ t’ kill ya for?!”
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When was the last time she went to a concert? It had to have been with Sora and Yeongmin. Back then, she remembered XELL playing, and she remembered crying her heart out because XELL was playing live, and it had been her dream to watch them.
This was no XELL, but the music and song were nice. She's happy that Till brought her out here to cheer her up.
She's been dancing and hopping, singing along to the songs that played---THAT IS UNTIL---!!!!
"Nico!?" Why was he driving like a maniac!?
The question is almost answered just as quickly when Wolfwood tells them they have to get out of here, and it is followed by gunshots! Hanabi flinches, but Till moves quickly, hiding them both behind the wall.
"Gah! Did you piss someone off?"
This was not how she thought their night would go! She thought Wolfwood was busy!!
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@hanabisays | Starter Call
Cthoni has aimed to wander and write, it seems. Since her Vital Instrument is missing - taken as Zodyl had explained - the blue-haired woman found out more about the joys of public transport.
She dislikes it, but at least it it brought here here. Cthoni clearly orders her drink, pays, and settles in a shaded seat next to another in Cafe December with her notes on the table.
She sniffs her drink. "Is this actually coffee?" The raider asks, perplexed. Coffee didn't smell like this on the Ground.
Hanabi is on her break, a tea of her choosing on her table, and a freshly baked pastry already half eaten. She has a book in her hand. Something about spirits and the connection to the afterlife. She knows all about it, but that doesn't mean there's still nothing to learn.
Hanabi's attention turns to the young lady. When the lady that Hanabi had assisted a moment ago finally sits in her seat, the shrine maiden looks at her with a smile and nods.
"Mm! It isn't as bitter as your normal ground coffee. This one has a hint of chocolate inside it. It's called a White Mocha Americano."
“O-okay… I guess that makes sense…” It’s hard to imagine that there’s a word Ivan doesn’t know, but maybe he just has difficulty connecting them with how he feels—the equal and opposite end of Till not knowing what words to use for his emotions. Maybe that’s part of the reason communication breaks down so easily between the two of them until they’re screaming and fighting. Or maybe it’s whatever makes it so difficult for them to control their emotions around each other.
“Sh-shaddup! I-I-I’m not sweet!” Till laughs again. “You are SO full of shit!”
‘So full of shit your eyes have turned brown,’ he wants to say, but looking at Hanabi’s big brown eyes makes Till feel an overwhelming urge to squish her face and pinch her cheeks. He swipes at her head again playfully, further messing up her hair.
“Very cute,” Till agrees, admiring her fluffed-up hair—his handiwork. “And very nice… I’ll… I’ll try that. Thanks.”
Till pauses, paling rapidly.
“I-I… I never said h-he was from m-my world…!” There are only two people here who would fit that description, and Till would be mortified if word of this got back to either of them. He’d never live down the embarrassment.
"OPPAAAAA," she playfully whines. Now her hair is ALL messy. His best work yet, probably! She gives the biggest pout and pushes her index finger against his arm.
"I guess you didn't say he's from your world, and I just assumed," She says, pulling her hand away and humming. "But am I wrong? Is he not from your world~?"
"What's his name?"
With her arms around him, Vanth tucks his chin over her head to hold her closely, hoping to console her. ❝ Nah, it's not selfish... ❞ He murmurs gently, the hand on her shoulder giving a slight squeeze. Together, they sway as Vanth rocks them a little in the doorway, back and forth. ❝ You miss him, H-Bi, that's all. ❞
❝ There could never be any fault in you for that... For caring about someone that much. ❞ Vanth's arm lowers until his fingertip finds the middle of her back, pointing to her heart from behind. ❝ It just means this muscle's working hard holding the piece of him he left with you. ❞
And just like that, with Vanth's reassurance, she doesn't feel as bad. It was okay to feel this way because she missed him so, so much. She tightens her hold on the back of her friend's jacket and sniffles.
"I miss Soma, lots." She wanted to do so much with him! She wanted to see and experience new things with Soma.
She stays still for a moment before finally releasing Vanth with a sigh. "I'll....be alright, Vanth."
This family.
Of course that's what they were. Of course that's how Watanuki saw them both-- people he would do everything in his power to protect, so long as they remained in this world together. People he truly cherished, that he could no longer imagine living without; not even able to comprehend a time where he didn't.
It was quite the apt thing to say, considering what he had decided on asking Hanabi suddenly. A thought he had not planned for this moment, exactly-- but one he had been thinking of for a while.
"That wasn't quite what I had in mind.. but if I find my shampoo bottle tampered with again, I'll be sure to let you know immediately," he spoke with a lighthearted chuckle, although smirked at her slyly as he poked her gently on the nose. "And that had better be the only thing on your mind-- no picturing me without hair again, lest those dishes in the kitchen need immediate cleaning."
Though, that teasing air about the man was gone suddenly; as he let go of the tea cup he had been cradling for some time. Now, Watanuki chose to reach out to Hanabi; gently taking one of her hands into his own.
"My request is somewhat simple, I suppose.. but it was still important for me to ask it. I see you the same way that you see us, how we live together in this home-- you are my family. Something I have only been able to have in this later part of my life.. and something I wish to never take for granted. Though we know one another well.. I want to be able to share with you the parts of me that are difficult to talk about. The things that I do not always speak of.. because I wish for you to do the same with me, as well."
"What I mean is.. I'd like for our bond to become closer. For there to be no more formalities between us. And to start.. I'd like to ask that you call me by my given name."
He gave her a hand a small squeeze, as the smile on his face turned just slightly timid, as if unsure of what her reaction might be. However.. there was also part of him that knew she wouldn't deny what he asked of her next.
"Kimihiro. And in turn, I wondered if it would be alright if I just called you.. Hanabi."
"BUT--" She doesn't want to be on DISHES duty! She keeps her mouth shut, but giggles nonetheless, a hand over her lips. "Okay, you have my word!"
The air isn't uncomfortable, but she knows this is something serious. He reaches for her hand, and she gladly has him take hold of it. "What is it?" She then asks. The Request, she was ever so curious about it now.
He didn't want the formalities anymore. Wanted to be closer as a true family. After all, what close family used formalities with each other? Even with her own mother, she didn't use formalities. They were close. As strict and stern as she was, they were close.
"Kimihiro," She whispers his name. It feels so foreign on her tongue. As if she never knew that this was her name. She's seen it written, but she can't remember if she's ever heard it spoken. "I've been wanting to actually ask you this for a while, too," she admits a little shyly. With her free hand, she places it over his, "But for whatever reason, the thought of coming to you and asking had me feeling a little too shy, you know? Hehehe, I guess there really wasn't anything to be shy about. We were both feeling the same way! You...You can tell me everything on your mind if you want. Anything, difficult or not even anything difficult, you can talk to me. I know I can talk to you, too.
If...If ANYONE gives you a hard time, I'll kick their butts, just as I know you'd have my back, too."
"What---Mmm, what I mean to say, through all of that is now that I know your first name, I get to call you Kimihiro-nii!"
Grinning a toothy grin at her, he nods, "Please, be as comfortable as you want with me. I really don't mind at all." Standing up, he still holds the tips of her fingers delicately in his hands.
"Ah, you're very busy, then, Saetbyeol. That's very impressive - you could be cut out to be an idol yourself, you know, which that kind of work ethic." A shrine maiden, right. He doesn't mention that he's the walking dead at the moment, lest she banish him before his work is done.
"Although I'm sure the cafe gets plenty of business with you up front, yes?" Yes, compliment her appearance. Better than talking about work ethic.
She can't really wipe the blush from her face. She's never felt so...princessy? Was that the word? Maybe it's because this guy was very princely. Truly like those idols back home that she gushed over as a high schooler.
"Oh, pffft! I don't think I'd be very good as an idol! I'm too clumsy!" She can list all the things that would turn people off with her being an idol for sure.
"At the cafe, I'm actually a book-keeper! I tend to the books at the cafe and am in charge of the menu board out front. If you ever visit and you see some cute writings of what's on sale and cute drawings, that's me!"
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❝ Hey, ❞ Vanth says back, though it's more a sigh of relief given word form. She looks about like he expected her to—puffy eyes, messy hair, and miserable. He'll thank his lucky stars that she's not turning him away. ❝ Nah, it ain't no thing... Still feeling tired? We can lie down a while, if you wanna. ❞ The question and its following suggestion briefly hangs in the air until Vanth steps forward, setting a hand over her hair and giving it the softest ruffle. ❝ This island's pretty cruel, huh... ❞
Vanth hooks his arm around her shoulders, pressing her to him. ❝ ... I'm sorry, Hanabi... ❞
"Mmm," She nods when he suggests they can lie down for a little while more. She was still pretty tired, but she's sure she'll wake fully.
And another 'mm,' she nods in agreement at his question. The weight of his hand on her hair, and giving it the softest of ruffles, is a nice feeling.
The island was cruel, though, taking away someone she really, really, liked.
She wraps her arms around him and hugs him tightly.
"Vanth....Is it selfish to want him back?" It wasn't fair that his world got to have him. She felt bad for thinking such a thing. There were people in his world who probably missed him.
The word festival perked her ears. Her eyes followed Hanabi as she moved across the room, brightening the room with natural light and fresh air. Yuuka patiently remained quiet as her friend shared more about herself through a new word Yuuka had never heard before, but deduced from the its pronunciation.
"Beot-kott, that's Korean, isn't it?" she smiled, "what does it mean?" she set her tea cup down and leaned upon the table, cupping her chin into her hands. "Summer festival does sound fun. So yeah, let's go together, I need a refreshing turn of events!"
"Mm! Beotkkot is Cherry blossoms in Korean," She says happily. "Back home, I'd travel to both my homelands and get to see it from both sides. Here, though? Here, Beotkkot is an actual place in the Cotes ward. It's FULL of cherry blossoms as far as the eye can see.
You'll really like it, Yuuka." Maybe it'd remind her of home, too? Hanabi inhales the fresh air. "Let's go. This is the perfect weather to go see the cherry blossoms, anyway."
