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@lcwless Tae-Moo

The irritation he had caused The Entity has been profound. Going from one of her best to a man who could barely kill two a trial. And now this. The suffering he had provided from that mortal tryst was delicious, undoubtedly, but it did not make up for disobedience. For failure. Sitting in his realm unmoving instead of bringing her sacrafices! She stripped his fanciful wardrobes away. His realm. His makeup. She twisted his body little by little into something misshapen. She tortured him brutally. Still he denied her. The Entity was convinced by this point that it was not a matter of will any longer, but a matter of impotence. Ji-Woon had become more trouble than he was worth.

Just as easily she could have tossed him into the void, snuff him out into cessation. But that was what he wanted, wasent it? He hadent earned her generosity anymore. Just as well. He had plenty to offer as a survivor in her trials, though she doubts he will last long at all. Pay your debt Ji-Woon.

Smothered in darkness, then next he knew was of the broken street of Haddonfeild. The police lights blared around with no sound to accompany. Dead silent. She dragged him into a trial. Instantly, his hands ran over his body. He looked...normal. She reverted him? That was oddly...kind. he felt delighted for it though, despite how unsettling that was. It didn't really start to click how bad this situation was until he realized he could pull forth no blade or bat. The idol went pale. He wasn't....

Panicked, Ji-Woon dashed into the closest house and out the back. Fuck. Oh fuck. He hid behind a palette with no intention of moving. Let those other bastards get themselves killed. One rang off. Another. Mmm. Fine. He can't stay here. It was only a matter of time. He turned on heel and sucked around the corner, slamming right into him.

"Tae-Moo..." His name came out in a whisper, like a holy prayer. How long had it been? His concept of time had been warped. Trial after trial completely slipped. Second after second at the mercy of the Entity. It felt like years. Ji-Woon grabbed a handful of Tae-Moo's suit and pulled him into himself. Let me live inside of you. Speak for me. Think for me. Die and live for me. Never let me go.

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"Hey, Whiskers." Ji-Woon brandishes his colorful knives. "You want me to carve that shit off of you? I can be nice sometimes." Not that carving into Wesker wouldn't bring him immense joy in the first place, but he doesn't speak that part.

Something ripples underneath the blight pustules, like something is trying to break out, and Wesker slowly turns his head slightly toward Ji-Woon.

she  isn’t  blind  —  amanda  can  see  it,  the  way  that  the  rookie  cop’s  eyes  drift  down  as  she  speaks.  it’s  endearing,  actually.  amanda  cannot  stand  cops  ;  they’ve  wronged  her  too  much  in  the  past,  framed  her  for  things  she  did  not  do,  yet  leon  kennedy  doesn’t  necessarily  trigger  her  ire  the  same  way  as  the  others.  there  are  other  officers  in  this  realm,  ones  she  would  rather  DIE  than  associate  with,  but  this  one  ...  he’s  sweet.  in  a  way,  he  reminds  her  of  someone  she  knew  before,  a  photographer  who  just  wanted  to  take  her  picture.

   a blade is lifted to his lips, a gesture to shush the rookie cop. oh, how wonderfully simple does leon think. kill him? as if he’s earned an easy death? hell, he’s lucky to catch will on a good day! this could be much worse, after all. disbelief raises dark brows, and the smallest of smirks piques at his lips.

   “what? really? use your head. i know you got a brain in there, i can hear it rattling around.” a hand fastens into the other’s hair, tugging his head back to hold the blade to his throat. 

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@lcwless​ Tae-Moo

​Kang Hee-Soo adjusted her son’s tie. No matter how many times his maids had done so, and he himself as well, nothing would ever be perfect enough unless she did it herself. “This is a very important client,” she reminds with a smile. “Don’t forget what’s on the line. Make me proud.” 

Gu Joon-Pyo’ expression remained blank. Unchanged. Witch. She was only happy when she was getting her way. If it weren’t for his father, he wouldn’t give a shit about this. He definitely didn’t care about making her proud, rotten woman that she was. 

Hee-Soo didn’t seem to mind that lack of response. In fact, she rather preferred it that way. The more quiet and compliant, the better. The elevator dinged. Doors opened. Her hand slipped behind his back as if to push him along. He walked just fast enough to where her touch wouldn’t connect. 

Escorted to Kang Tae-Moo’s office, they entered after being introduced and gave a professional, humble bow. Hee-Soo gave a brilliant toothy smile emphasized by her blood-red lipstick. “I’m very excited for you two to meet. I hear that you became CEO at a very young age, much like my Gu Joon-Pyo.”  As if rehearsed, Joon-Pyo followed up much more flatly. “It’s my pleasure to meet you. You’ll find business between Shinwa Group and Go Food will be a very profitable decision,  대표님 (CEO).” His gaze hung equally flat. Cold.