Awooo.

“Get out of the way!” 

&& here, accepting.

The discreet sound of sirens from emergency vehicles pervaded the city, flashing lights illuminate the night ridden and attract the attention of local civilians who just so happened to be passing by. Luhan, having just returned from one of his missions, carries the faint scent of tainted copper along with him as he ventures down the sidewalk in a slow, sluggish pace. He didn’t expect the streets to be so full, so filled with life, and so crowded at such a time one day, one in which dark hours were just beginning to creep into an early morning, but even so, there wasn’t much to expect when it came to Seoul. It wasn’t much different from his hometown back in China. He shakes the thought off his mind as he comes to a stop just inches away from the yellow police tape and peers around the area. 

”Get out of the way!” 

He hears someone shout, but doesn’t bother to turn toward their direction. Instead, he pivoted on the heels of his feet - a swift turn to the left - and encircles his fingers around the throat of whomever tried to ambush him from behind. Luhan pushed them back against the nearest tree, hard enough to hear the sound of bark tearing due to the forceful impact. He doesn’t say anything as dark orbs wander to their darkened features, overthrown by both the cast of the moon and black cap they’re wearing. His victim is clutching onto his arm, desperate to free themselves from beneath his hold as they spew an onslaught of profanities at him. "Don’t underestimate your opponent because of their docile image,” he begins, tightening his hold of their slender neck. “Some appear to be they sheep, when in reality, they’re wolves in disgust.” And with that, he releases them from his hold, before removing their hat and grasping their hair, smashing their head against the tree and watches as they slip into unconsciousness. 

“Seventeen lines total to react the summoning circle needed. A large circle with a small square in the middle embedded with another circle and five triangles dotting the outsides. On each triangle, an object must be provided to link the physical world with the other realm -- the realm of demons.” 

Miyuki does as the instructions told, her hands tracing on the ground with the magic-imbued chalk she had created in order to carry out said summoning. The air lay still around her, thankfully, her hand steady as only the steady pulse of the candle flame lit the dark room of her apartment’s storage unit in the basement below the crumbling rooms; she was poor, yes, that was a given considering her occupation and rather lavish lifestyle, but the room was cozier than most and she preferred having a small area anyhow. It would mean less to take care of when moving spontaneously.

Anyhow, the summoning spell was one she had refused to test after the death of her late father -- an unfortunate mistrial, an accident to say in plain words -- and merely uttering the same words she had years in past left a vile taste upon the tip of her tongue. Nevertheless, she braved forward in her plan to prove to herself -- to her relatives -- she was hardly useless in the trickery of runes and energy called “magic.”

And with a simply incantation of Latin, the forgotten language spilling off her tongue as one would speak in their native speech, Miyuki waves her hand over, the chalk-drawn circle glowing with power as the dimensions of the worlds ripped and melded in two in that tiny space she had claimed as her own.