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Sinful Wishes (Magio/Jett Ryu)

“Maybe, maybe she’s cruel. She could also have killed the Fae first?”

On the quiet, grey streets, with no drive by witnesses or, at best, the recounts of a heavily drunk businessman, Mimi’s own aura was a short, but expectant flash. Drab garments gave way to a regal pastel-pink coat, lined with white buttons and frills.

“I don’t know about any other girls, that’s why I’m here. I did ask you if you’d like to watch each other’s backs while we find out who’s doing this, after all.”

A more strict, white corset with an extravagant, frilly bow down the middle. Equally pale, finger-less gloves, and rosy skirt followed suit, brought together with a pink bow sat promptly at the small of her back. Gone was mousy, plain hair.

Long, pink tendrils that were twin-tails flanked a rather small, off centre crown. It was clear what her theme was. Royalty, a Queen, something along those lines. Straightening out the creases of her skirt, Mimi took a few precursory steps away, pushing her glasses slowly up the bridge of her nose.

“So what’s your answer going to be, Kizuna? I’m a busy girl, I'm sure you can relate."

Sinful Wishes (Magio/Jett Ryu)

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Sinful Wishes (Magio/Jett Ryu)

“Like I said, I’d keep an eye on the news. Someone dying so young, it’s bound to show up.” Mimi craned her head upwards, solemnly looking towards the sky, the moon shimmering amidst the twinkle of millions of dead stars. Hands held stiffly on her hips, she listened, nodding slowly in deliberately agreement.

“Personally, I’d say the latter. If it were territory, whoever did this would have snapped it up. Letting me move into the neighbourhood would have been completely pointless… unless our foe isn’t a particularly sharp one~?” Mimi chuckled, ears idly picking up on one of the subway trains screeching painfully to a halt in the course of a few moments.

“Maybe her Fae died then. Killed, even. It’s sounding more and more like no one got out of this to tell the tale, a troubling development, don’t you think? I want to know why. Why would killing magical girls outweigh killing demons?”

Her brown orbs narrowed onto Chi, a brow raised in an almost suspicious manner.

“Do you know why? If anyone would be able to tell, it should be you.”

The Erusean Mail Service

Dae Hyun Kim

D A E H Y U N K I M

" I don't want to talk about the football incident. I had glasses, and that... that ball had purpose. It was an assassin in football form."

_Name

Dae Hyun Kim.

_Age

20.

_Gender

Male.

_{Physical Description}

A touch on the shorter side at 5’8, Dae-Hyun makes up for his lack of vertical presence with a swaggering gait and cheeky smile, often evolving into a bright grin. His chocolate coloured hair flicks up here and there in lazy cow-licks, and narrowed, similarly toned eyes sparkle with untold mischief. Tanned and sun-kissed, Dae Hyun holds masculine form, enough to suggest he’s a fan of practising a sport or two. While in public, he buys into stylish brands and labels, but rumour has it his true fashion sense, the one kept hidden in great secrecy, shrouded in mystery, is… in a word, lame.

_Personality

Dae Hyun likes to think of himself as a cool, rugged, brotherly type. However, his inability to stay particularly serious and penchant for messing around swiftly shoots him in the foot. At heart he is a child. With this ceaseless sense of fun, however, there are inklings of maturity, particularly in closer friendships (although maybe that’s his wish to be more mature.) Left to his own devices, he can be a bit of a work shirker, and if he can’t find ways to make a game of something, Dae Hyun struggles to flourish. At his worst, it wouldn’t be inaccurate to call him a bit shallow and concerned with appearances more than the substance of a person.

_{Likes & Dislike}

• Loves video games, has invested a lot of time and energy into boosting his internet connection.

• Selfie obsessed, will take a picture with anyone he deems good enough to be seen with him.

• Has a cat called Bae that he adores. He thought it was female when he adopted it, but he was wrong. It was too late to change the name, however.

• Despite his spontaneous nature, hates being caught off guard (visitors, socially, ect.)

• Despises football, due to a very tame incident involving his nose and a wayward ball.

• Suits make him uncomfortable, almost visibly so. Like throwing a wet towel on a fire.

_Biography

Dae Hyun was never truly given the chance to grow up. After a cruel natural disaster shook his family, his older sister took on much of the burden of running a household. Dae Hyun’s focus for many years was studying, which he did with a tired, dogged determination. He made friends easily but failed to make the right kind of friends. Despite this short-coming, it never dampened his enthusiasm for following in his big sisters’ footsteps, to hold a military career, something that she greatly opposed.

Thus, he was dragged (or more accurately, sent) screaming and hissing to the small island of Erusea to live with his uncle, where the two do not see eye-to-eye. Dae’s big city nature conflicts with his more rural uncles’ values, and with his unwillingness to get a job, an application was hastily sent, with a CV to do anyone proud.

Dae Hyun was silently horrified.

However, the ambition of wearing his big-boy shoes and continuing his swiftly (and perhaps unfairly) cut-down education, was certainly attractive to Dae-Hyun. Perhaps he could make the worst of a bad situation, perhaps he could prove to his sister back home that yes, dammit, he was prepared and ready to choose what he wanted to do!... and failing that, she couldn't stop him if it was HE who held the purse strings...

_{Relationships}

To be determined later throughout the roleplay.

_Other

N/A.

I'm sorry I don't know how to centre things and make them look cool. (/)_(\)

I've LEARNT MUCH.

Clockwork & Anima

I am captivated by this. Wow, sign me up!

The Erusean Mail Service Wants You!

My interest is... p i q u e d. 9.9

Sinful Wishes (Magio/Jett Ryu)

“You’re very quick on the draw, but I can’t say I blame you. I kind of like it.”

Footfalls drawing to a stop, Mimi threw her own gaze over her shoulder. It had to be said, while calm, her smile had certainly been wiped away, replaced by the most subtle, neutral of frowns. Safely, it could be said that no-one liked being held at point-blank. “Hm…?” Who had died. Her head lopped to the other side in quiet deliberation, eyes scanning the rooftops of the towering buildings that stood darkly in the distance, intimidating.

“I think she had dark hair, not sure about when she was using her magic. I’d keep an eye on the news, that’ll probably release a photo and name, right? All I know is that a spot freed up. When you come from a small town like me, you don't waste time scrambling to come here.”

Spinning around to face Kizuna, Mimi’s brows furrowed, lips tugged downwards into a much more apparent, serious scowl. Arms folded tightly across her chest.

“I have heard rumours that I can share. Apparently, she had navy hair when she used her magic, but more pressingly, we think another girl took her out. That’s why I’ve come here, there’s no point getting picked off one by one. We could work together, find out who’s doing this… and if they plan to keep doing it.”

One hand extended outwards, invitingly, towards the fellow magical girl.

“What do you say, Kizuna?”

Sinful Wishes (Magio/Jett Ryu)

S'all good! I'd rather you get a sleep! @~@

Sinful Wishes (Magio/Jett Ryu)

‘She won’t come down here, you know.’

“Yeah, I suppose it looks a little suspect.”

Amidst the flickering, fluorescent lights that bathed the old station in a cold, failing light, Mika turned her gaze to the tracks for a few, brief moments. Lidded eyes regarded the stained track, poker faced. Dark, wet growth spread from one of the abyssal tunnels, black against the rust of the steel lines.

“I shouldn’t be so rude, let’s go see her.”

Scuffed and scraped trainers lead her up the stairs to the city, as deceptively quiet as it seemed to be. What presented itself to Kizuna was plainly dressed, plainly presented, like a student returning home from some night-classes. A smiling, unremarkable girl clutching a pastel pink satchel. Unassuming, with a smile printed on her lips, they parted to speak, in a tone as though this were some pre-planned business meeting.

“Evening. I didn’t want to just barge in unannounced, but… it is the quickest way to draw attention, isn’t it? Ah, my manners though. You can call me Mimi. Care to walk with me?”

Her arm raised to thumb backwards, towards the now barren school grounds in the distance. It stood as a silent sentinel, ready to bustle with life in the morning, but for now, it lay at rest.

“I’ve recently taken over for someone. Poor girl. I’ll get to the point, though. I think we’d benefit watching each other’s backs around here.” A bold thing to ask, and done so with a painfully blank smile, fingers curled tightly around the strap of her bag. Eyes drifting to the side, Mika quickly added;

"I don't mean from the demons, of course not. I'm sure you're more than able to take them down. I mean from the real dangers around here."

Sinful Wishes (Magio/Jett Ryu)

It was foreboding as one could expect, the location of the little blip on the system. While Kizuna’s outpost had been perched higher up on the city-scape, this creature hid, stationary, below the city. The ever-evolving subway lines, in their efficiency, left a few discontinued stations, abandoned. The trains still ran through, but never stopped. It was in such a station that young Mika stood very expectantly. Hands clasped in front, back straight. Unremarkable and plain, what must have been a boys hoodie draped over her petite form in navy waves.

‘What are you expecting her to say? She might not take kindly to you even being here!’

The soft, open smile Mika had been holding onto crippled immediately. Her brows drew down, narrowing her gaze at this unwelcome nagging. It was always unwelcome, it had been since she’d chosen the life of a magical girl. Her lips were whetted and parted to produce the subtlest of whispers.

“I’m not that fresh. I know how this could end.”

‘It’s a bit bold, though? Just waltzing into another girl’s territory, you’re asking for trouble… you don’t even have an advantage, she’s ranged, like you.’

“Mm, you did give me lacklustre magic.”

‘I didn’t choo—’

“It doesn’t matter. I don’t need blaster-beams, cannons or time-travel.” Mika supplied, her hair whipping to the side as a train ripped through the old, musty station like a bullet. Pushing her thick, square spectacles up her nose, the mousy girl regained that smile, eyes watching the stairs expectantly. A few steps were taken towards a tiled pillar, which she pressed her back to, head hung low with her hoodie pulled up to obscure her face.

“What do you think? Do I look mysterious and cool?”

‘…No.’