#blckvon

it’s a rare occasion, but xiii sometimes walks their kitten on a leash.  today is one of those exceptions, with the sky tinged a blue that’s somewhat gray, and a cool breeze that makes it feel nice to be outside in.  oftentimes, she much prefers curling up in bed and trying to regain her energy, preferring the lazy warmth of blankets and everything that you can do from bed than doing much of anything else.  the only exception to this is training because that’s something that she has to do, but sometimes, it’s nice to break a routine.

for the cat, and for today, she thinks that it’s okay.

her eyes though, still scan the area - something that she’s grown used to, ever since being taken by the collective.  enemies lurk in the strangest places, and even when they don’t, she still feels their eyes.  it’s how she sees another candidate approaching, eyes staring at her as she cautiously makes her way towards her cat.  xiii’s grip tightens on the leash, but she says nothing until she’s too close.  “ what are you doing?”

spectre inhabits the edge. he lurks in a state of in betweens, balancing on the line of good and evil, dark and light, shadow and spotlight, where many others pick a side. he’s been doing so ever since kim jonghyun died, and he chose his state between life and death-- known and unknown. he has a certain infamy about him now for it. he is spectre, the ghost, the shadow, the one that’s hard to pin down, (and yet to some, he isn’t as mysterious and hard to find as he’d like to be.)

and then there are the ones that don’t know, like the girl that sits next to him at his table at the shack, over his bowl of noodles, eyes full of curiosity. (he doesn’t even come here often. it ruins his image, he thinks. enigmas don’t suit eating at the candidates’ local canteen; usually he just cooks for himself, but sometimes...)

he’s noticed her around. he thinks her name starts with a v-- short-- von, is it? maybe he’ll ask her, if she gives him the chance. he doesn’t know her, but from what he’s seen, he thinks she toes many of her own lines. she lurks on the sidelines too, watching and listening instead of speaking, like so many of them do, and this, he can respect. 

maybe it’s why, when she asks him why he goes by spectre, he swallows his food and thinks over his answer, instead of just looking at her with blank eyes and deciding not to entertain it. (at least she knows his name; he makes a mental note of that, too.)

“i’ve been in between dead and alive for a long time now,” is what he settles on, voice quiet, as always. “even before.”

w. @blckvon

gemini did not realize how long she had been observing quietly at the girl, lingering around the training room with her back against the wall. they all have their weaknesses and for her, close combat was one of them and agility was more so her strong suit and the other could possibly dodge strikes while the basis of strength was what she lacked it seems. 

“you’re not going to get any better when you’re fighting like that. quick movement but your punches could use a bit of work.” gemini crossed her arms in front of her chest tightly, striding towards von, making her presence known.

‘though i guess we all have something we do lack.”

she wasn’t one to give advice, especially to someone whose clearly her enemy, an opponent, especially one from heliotrope. from a distance, the girl doesn’t look at that intimidating tough given the faction she was in nor based off her strength so it wouldn’t matter how good her movements were if she couldn’t counter properly which was what gemini could make out.