#bathysmal:abysso

tw: blood mention, weapon mention, murder

she made the decision to follow with the soldiers, but despite her reasoning and fear seoyoung is pulled to the opposite side by a powerful tug by the person she was tied to. why he was so keen to keeping her was quite obvious, however. like him she was scared and unfamiliar with the underwater world, the moment she gets a proper look at his face she can indicate every ounce of fear was bubbling behind his features.

for sympathies sake she decides to stay by his side.

nsfw; mentions of gore, blood, death, killing, all that good shit, etc

jimin doesn’t know what’s happening, but he doesn’t like it.

it started with a minor headache-- he thought it might be because he had a concussion (which was likely, quite honestly, considering how hard he’d been hit in the head to be knocked out) or something, or maybe just the emotional and physical strain taking a toll on his well-being. by now, he’s just hiding, no longer certain it’s even safe to go out, from all the yelling and shouting and death.

it’s all gone to hell. it really has. and jimin just wants it to be over, trembling underneath a table he’d found. he remembers being taught a long time ago that tables could block debris from falling on your head during earthquakes, right? maybe he’d be safe here.

(he’s scared for his life.)

then comes the whispering-- just stay here forever, let them fight it out themselves, it’s none of your business. it’s too hard, too stressful. you have enough on your plate. just worry about yourself. it’s safe here, no need to ruin that. it’s maddening, while the world swims around him whenever he tries to peek outside, terror striking into his heart at the sign of anyone else, especially those with weapons.

maybe the voice was right. maybe he should just stay here and let them all fight it out for themselves.

then someone’s screaming down the corridor for help, and jimin startles in place, lucidity filtering into his thoughts for a brief moment.

no-- no, he wouldn’t just rot away. he wouldn’t let innocents suffer if he could help it. jimin grits his teeth and pulls himself out from under the table, despite all the scratching in his head insisting he goes right back inside. no.

his eyes are pulsing red as he rounds the corner, dagger in his hand, ready to fight if he has to in order to save anyone that needed him. someone needs his help, and jimin is tired of hiding.

her split lip, bruised forearms (and possibly elsewhere underneath her clothing) and open gash on her right thigh were clear indications of the previous altercations she’s been in thus far. she saw them as trophies of each battle. it was a reminder of that she was still penetrable, nor matter how perfect she was. in her eyes, she had the same physical capabilities as everyone else yet she still came out victorious.

everyone was behaving like savages. they’re lowly urchins that should be praising the ground she walks on. they had the gall to attack her, to challenge her. they all thought they would survive a battle with her. pathetic.

momo swam away from the heart of the carnage, her eyes sweeping the room for any sort of challenge. she stopped, looking down at her leg that left a red mist in its wake as she swam. there was a dull ache but she refused to attend to it. that would be showing weakness in front of all of them. instead she went to force herself to continue swimming and instead came with something blocking her path.

“who do you think you are?” she asks him angrily, crossing her arms. she kept her voice levelled though she didn’t hide the angry tone behind it. “you’re blocking my way. unless you intend to carry me where i need to go, move!”

neutrality is always a temporary condition. it’s a version of appeasement that works a little more like ignoring the issues at hand for a greater cause than giving something to either party to make them happy. that’s the exact situation she found herself in with the hunter.

there wasn’t any way that was she happy with this situation. it was a temporary alliance. after they found a way out and got back to the surface, things will go back to normal -- he could go back to being a cold blooded killer and she can go back trying to avoid ever seeing him again. there’s a sneaking suspicion in her mind that he wasn’t going to let her off that easy after this was over. the thought of having to spend more time with him on the surface made her sick to her stomach. she couldn’t let that stop her. they had to be cooperative if they wanted to get out of here alive.

momo didn’t know the first thing about combative magic. she’s never used her magic for anything other than little pranks and spells to get back at people (and even then, those were never extreme). she told them -- even hoseok -- this early on. how much use could a faery be in battle? but after an hour of actively being forced to defend herself, the japanese faery caught the hang of it.

“get down!” she called out to the hunter as she launched a spell at an incoming assailant. her mind didn’t agree with attacking people but it made it easier that they attacked her first. besides, who would ever want to attack her? anyone who did attack her would only end up injured or worse: dead.

as the rebel fell momo straightened, her eyebrows furrowing at the sudden and unwelcomed thought. her rational mind told her that she wasn’t that good at fighting, this was her first time, but something was creeping in her mind. something that sounded like her thoughts but weren’t her own at the same time. it’s her first time fighting yet look at the body count already. the faery chewed on her bottom lip nervously. she was right: she was already a forced to be reckoned with.

she grinned to herself. when will other people realise how great of a fighter she was?