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Happy Birthday to my dear friend, @rfaparty-jumin!

I’m sorry I couldn’t hand your gift over in person, the secretary said you were in a meeting when I came. 

But you should have gotten it by now, I hope.    

And I sincerely wish that today goes well for you. 

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Do you ever wish you could take a self portrait?

Yes, it would be quite nice. It is unfortunate that we don’t show up in pictures. If any of us really feel the need of that, Jumin and I do have a few contacts for having painted portraits done. 

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HALLOWEEN M.M. RP EVENT

This will hold all of the details and what this event is!

-Credit for this beautiful gif would go to our member Vee, also known as Sharon

Hello and welcome to your worst (or best) nightmare!

What is this event?

Both MCs (Sharon and Lena) stumble across a grand mansion only to find… vampires!? Yes, you heard that right! Both RFA and Mint Eye members are vampires. Now they have to find a way to escape in one piece!

What are the details about this event?

This event will last from October 1-October 31 since this is a Halloween Event. This event will be based around this roleplay. Asks for Vampires and MCs will be limited. This means that you may asks them asks but they may or may not answer. It all depends on the person answering.

There possibly will be updates coming along in the future; keep your eyes open!

-Mod 707 & Mod Ray

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rfaparty-jumin‌:

rfaparty-yoosung‌:

Yoosung continued to cover his face in his hand. It made his stomach churn, thinking about how close things had come to disaster. If he hadn’t been quick enough, if the waves had been even worse… He shuddered once again, harder than before. If it hadn’t been for how quick Jumin’s assistance had come they might have- he might have-… His chest constricted tightly. He had many reasons to be thankful that response team had come as quick as they did.

Was this… really the way Rika had died? He could feel pressure building up behind his eyes, glimmers of wetness that threatened to spill over into his palm. It couldn’t have been quick, not like that.

Who would choose to go like that?

He had been about to speak up again, answer the other male when instead a different voice cut across the silence. V was awake now too? The blond’s attention returned more fully to the room.

“V? Why are you- are you okay?”

His first words both concerned and confused the boy greatly. V thought he was in hell? Why would he think something like that?

His next words however, caused an entirely different effect. Yoosung stiffened, slowly turning his head to fix the blue haired man with an intense stare.

What.

Had he just heard what he thought he heard? Had he been right all along?!

“V? V! Wake up, what did you mean by that?!”

But it was no use, even calling out to him loudly like this didn’t seem to cause a stir in V. The feelings of guilt that had tightened around his chest was now being washed away as instead disbelief and outrage took shape. Had he been lying to them this entire time?!

He couldn’t leave things like this, he needed to find out the truth. No more secrets, no more lies. Now, while V was actually willing to talk.

Abruptly Yoosung had pushed himself out of the bed and onto his feet, stumbling forward. Suddenly moving around like this was causing him to feel extremely lightheaded, and even with whatever he’d been given to treat the pain it still grew far more notable as he stepped forward.

It was only a short distance from his bed to V’s. Reaching down he gripped the older man’s collar with his uninjured arm. Red rimmed eyes glared down at the still sleeping figure, frustration and rage dancing across them as he began to shake him.

“V, wake up and answer me! Where is Rika, tell me!”

     Watching the other’s reaction pulled at something again in his chest, something unfamiliar and the Han wasn’t sure what to do, this sense to lacking control in a situation uncomfortable. The younger Kim clearly distressed yet there being Very little the Han could do but perhaps establish a therapist for the Kims.. someone more experienced with such things.     If he had sent the men just a little later.. would it have been too late then? Should he at least be thankful he made it in enough time to save the two when he did then dwell on having lost a moment more? If he could only have done such for.. her..     The Han’s chest aching painfully to the thought of loosing any others to a similar event, eyes feeling heavy and strained with exhaustion that felt unfamiliar to him. He had stayed by the men’s bedside since they arrived, spending moment in his thoughts just waiting for them to wake, hoping dearly that they would.     At another voice breaking through his thoughts, he found himself moving to stand up before he even set it into thought, his body moving on it’s own as Jihyun awakened. Their words highly concerning and confusing yet the Han found little time to think as the younger Kim slid from their bed abruptly. Brows furrowing at the creak of the bed and the knowing situation coming to unfold. “Yoosung.” He called a bit more harshly than he intended, placing a careful hand on the other’s own to keep them from shaking the other Kim awake again. “Let him rest..” He commanded tiredly, having little energy left to salvage, his body feeling heavy on its own as he moved, especially so upon having to act quickly.     “I am certain he is only confused.. Let him rest and we can come to question his words when he awakens.” He attempted to reason. “Let him go, get back in your bed and rest yourself.” He commanded, his emotions rolling like a coaster as he spoke, a protective nature coming to without much thought.      “There is little purpose of straining yourself now.” He urged, fairly a bit exhausted himself in a way that felt unfamiliar and broken. His thoughts uncertain at Jihyun’s words, but their being was of importance now. He could not lose another friend due to another’s antics, he could not stand aside and let situation arise in threat between the two while both are injured and recovering. 

Jihyun had gone back adrift, away from the lights and the forms of others. He was alone again, as he had been for a while now, until he had reached them.

Now they were gone. It was all gone again. Light, sound, thought. They were just concepts now. They meant nothing here.

But then something broke through. More sound. Something jostling him around harshly. It pulled him back towards the lights he had just left behind. It willed coherency from his swirling mess of a mental state.

His eyes have barely opened. He can't see. It's just bright. The forced motion upon him does nothing to bring the world to focus. He's staring ahead, right into Yoosung's eyes, but not at all seeing the boy.

He was being prompted to say something. Something about her. He can tell that much, but the voice is just nonsense. He’d been forced back again too soon to quickly understand anything. 

He didn't know who he was talking to. Jumin had just been there. Was it Jumin calling to him again? Did Jumin need to know more before he could go back?

The voice wanted to know where Rika was. But there was so much surrounding that, so much that V knew, that he had kept quietly to himself. So much that he could not right now make any sense of nor summon to his mind clearly. But Jumin needed this, to get back to earth, to talk to her again. He had to give up something of that to Jumin, and he had to do it fast.

He could tell didn’t have much time. He could already feel himself slipping away from the grasp of whatever had summoned him here again, back to the calmness he had fallen towards previously. 

His voice came even quieter than before, a mumbled whisper, fast and hardly intelligible as he spilled out what he could immediately remember for Jumin. “Had to lie, to protect her. ... Distance RFA from what she was doing. It's not her fault... don't be mad at her, please. It wasn't her fault... It was mine. ... Off in the mountains... that's where..."

He couldn't finish. He was dragged away again, back into the abyss he had just been pulled from. It would not be so easy to wake him again.

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    Watching the other closely as the spoke, the Han took note of their words and explanation to how they felt, his mind racing to a solution but pushing aside the need to call for another’s assistance for the other’s better comfort. They didn’t want a doctor now so perhaps later if the feeling continues.. “They have. If you continue to feel uncomfortable, do let me know.” He insisted, crossing arms over chest and leaning back against the seat as the other laid back against the bed.     Listening intently to the other’s words, the Heir felt his chest tighten with anxiety of some sort. The information received circling in his head with confusion as to why bees were chasing his companion.. Perhaps a better explanation would be stated when the other awoke, yet for the meantime he tried his best to be comforting for the other whom was clearly traumatized from the experience.

    “You will never have to do such again, Yoosung, I will make sure of it.” He assured, already planning to send additional security to the RFA’s homes with all that was occurring, hoping forth that an incident like this or another would never happen again.      Seeing the other react the way they had, Jumin felt apologetic; felt as though he should have been there sooner or before the incident so that he could prevent it. Though instead he had been in a meeting, handling business and prepping a surprise for the blue-haired man which never came to light due to the incident.       “I’m sorry..” He murmured, the sound coming from him mindlessly before he could stop the apology from leaving his lips and sounding shaken. The Han with urge to stand and rest a comforting hand over the younger Kim and reassure them but staying instead stuck in his seat with uncertainty of the action and whether they were still pained with the welts and further injuries. 

It was a while later before Jihyun would open his eyes. When he did, he understood very little. His own mind was in a heavy haze both due to the medications he had been given, and the fact that he had a bit more than a minor concussion from that hit to the head during his fall. He was deeply confused.

There were bright lights in this place. His eyes didn't want to come into focus. It hurt. It was a familiar hurt though, and that was somewhat comforting. Something was special about that pain... something he missed...

Her. That's right, this is from her.

His eyes do slowly focus themselves, but it doesn't even register to his mind that this is... a room. He feels like he's floating. He's... floating somewhere. Just a soul again... like when he met her... And this? This is another realm entirely. This isn't the same place that they met... No this... should be where he really belongs, right? Right? He thinks that’s right. He knows very little. He doesn’t even know who exactly he is at this moment. 

There's another face. Another body. It's close to where he's floating. It also hits something within him, just as the pain his eyes gave him did. He realizes that he knows this person, knows him well.

Seeing him sparks a bleeding trail of memories, and he's no longer so unfamiliar with himself. He stares blankly at this person for a few moments as his thoughts piece themselves together.

When they finally do fall into some semblance of a place, he addresses the man.

"Jumin?" Jihyun's voice is raspy and barely above a whisper. It makes for a somewhat concerning sound to be produced when he gives a small, somewhat amused laugh, before quietly continuing. "You... You shouldn't... be in hell. You belong... back on earth... with. Rika." His eyes close as if he were to drift back to sleep, but then they open again, just slightly, and he speaks once more. "Tell her... for me, please, Jumin. Please tell her that... I'm... I'm sorry for saying that... she died....I'm sorry... for..." This time, as his eyes fell once more, his body relaxed back into the bed and he was asleep again.

Clearly he needed more rest before he would be able to awaken more coherent.

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rfaparty-yoosung‌:

The sky had been overcast all day, but Yoosung had not been expecting the downpour that started. Now regretting not bringing an umbrella with him, the blond stepped off the bus and into the wet, foggy air and onto the pavement.  As he headed along the path he wondered yet again if he really wanted to do this. More than a small part of him blamed the man and suspected him for what had happened to Rika. The constant secrets and withdrawn behaviour only helped to degrade any of the trust he had once held in the man. Yoosung sighed. Those bitter, conflicting feelings urged him to turn back, forget about this whole idea.  ”Let’s see, should be somewhere around here right?” Though he entertained the idea of turning back, that was as far as it went. He’d already decided to come here, and the next bus wouldn’t be coming for a little while anyways. He aught to do this- it’s what Rika would have wanted, righ-?! Yoosung jumped, startled at the sudden familiar scream. His head snapped up just in time to watch as a figure that looked to be V- chased by some kind of dark looking cloud, toppled over the edge of the cliff.  ”V!!!” Instinct taking over the blond broke into a sprint towards the edge of the cliff. As he got closer he could now make out that the dark cloud was a swarm of bees. Most looked to be heading back towards the direction of the house, but they were still thick enough in the air that he could hear the buzzing around him, with several landing on and stinging the boy. He yelped, trying to swat them off of him as he looked over the edge with eyes the size of dinner plates. ”V-V?, are you there?!” No answer. No sign of him. In panic Yoosung dropped the small package wrapped in shiny paper, pulling out his cell phone. With fingers shaking so hard that the message may be neigh unreadable he sent a couple texts before flinging that down as well.He looked down one more time, trying hard to ignore the increasing number of stings he was experiencing. No rocks at the bottom… He took a deep breath. And then, before he had too much time to think about he would do next Yoosung backed away from the cliff, took one more deep breath… and ran for it. For just a few seconds he would soar through the air before plummeting down towards the water below with a scream of his own. Moments later he was shocked by the feeling of icy water against his flesh that knocked the breath from him. Coughing and choking on a mouthful of water he forced his eyes open, looking through the waves to see if he could spot any sign of the man.

V continued to sink downward, but was not far enough that Yoosung wouldn’t be able to sight him if he glanced about. His body was in terrible shape, full of swollen stings from the bee attack. The water around him was dyed a slightly different tint as blood leaked both from somewhere on his head and the hand he’d torn skin from during his fall. 

The water suddenly surged and V was pushed away a bit faster as the storm caused the sea to become more turbulent. The wind had risen, waves were beginning to crash against the cliff now, and the pouring rain became much harsher.  

As soon as the knife begins to cut into it the pieces of the cake around the knife begins to crumble inwards, revealing it's hollow form. The buzzing noise has gotten louder, angrier- almost like an electric fan. And from that hollow pocket they come. Flying, swarming through the air and around the air- bees bees so many BEES! A seemingly endless stream of them is pouring out into the air and swarming the blue haired man, chasing him and frantically attempting to pierce him with their stingers.

V realizes too late that something is wrong as the knife quickly slammed down through a material that was not at all like cake.

He’s in pain before he can even but together what’s happening. That buzzing from before had swiftly become a near-deafening angry cacophony to match the agony being inflicted upon him.

That’s how his mind can sort it. Bees. He was being stung multiple times by bees. That’s what the noise was. He thinks no more on it. He needs to get away from them. He needs them out of his house.

He’s running, fast and hard as he can bursting through his door and into the now-pouring rain. It must have just started recently. His body jolts at the new sensation now assailing him along with the constant stings. The rain did nothing to deter the bees, however.

He continues running, mind racing to find a way to get them off of him. The rain made it hard to see, and as he had lifted an arm to shield his eyes from the onslaught, his visibility was even more diminished.

Once he finally realized where he was heading, he quickly tried to turn himself away. But as he turned, the wet ground caused him to slide ahead rather than what he was aiming to do.

His body tensed as his foot met open air and despite his efforts to keep the other grounded, it slid away as well.

V cried out loudly as the bees became the least of his worries. The irony of this flashes in his mind as he tumbles over the cliff near his home, trying desperately to reach out and grab for a rock-face to hang onto. He’s falling too fast to grip it. His hand is torn as he continues his way down, and the side of his head knocks hard against a jutting rock he hadn’t seen.

I deserve this, don’t I? He thought as his mind became shrouded in a relaxed haze. This is karma for what I said happened to you.

I’m sorry, Rika.

There are fresh tears in his eyes as they fall closed. Now, now he’ll never get the chance to save her…

But at least he won’t be a burden to anyone any longer. He can’t hurt her anymore now. He can’t hurt any of them anymore now Perhaps this was for the best…

I’m sorry, everyone. Don’t forgive me.

Darkness engulfs his thoughts completely as his body pierces through the waters below. The last thing he’s conscious of, is the feeling of water rushing into his lungs…

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You can't leave me! You're not allowed to... - Rika

[rfaparty-v]

O.o why you dead!? 😭

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rfaparty-707‌:

@rfaparty-v

Hey

You alive?

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[rfaparty-v]

Can't believe he died 😭😩😩😩😩😩🙏🙏🙏

[rfaparty-v]

Rip v

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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoo

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wHY?!

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As soon as the knife begins to cut into it the pieces of the cake around the knife begins to crumble inwards, revealing it's hollow form. The buzzing noise has gotten louder, angrier- almost like an electric fan. And from that hollow pocket they come. Flying, swarming through the air and around the air- bees bees so many BEES! A seemingly endless stream of them is pouring out into the air and swarming the blue haired man, chasing him and frantically attempting to pierce him with their stingers.

V realizes too late that something is wrong as the knife quickly slammed down through a material that was not at all like cake.

He's in pain before he can even but together what's happening. That buzzing from before had swiftly become a near-deafening angry cacophony to match the agony being inflicted upon him.

That's how his mind can sort it. Bees. He was being stung multiple times by bees. That's what the noise was. He thinks no more on it. He needs to get away from them. He needs them out of his house.

He's running, fast and hard as he can bursting through his door and into the now-pouring rain. It must have just started recently. His body jolts at the new sensation now assailing him along with the constant stings. The rain did nothing to deter the bees, however.

He continues running, mind racing to find a way to get them off of him. The rain made it hard to see, and as he had lifted an arm to shield his eyes from the onslaught, his visibility was even more diminished.

Once he finally realized where he was heading, he quickly tried to turn himself away. But as he turned, the wet ground caused him to slide ahead rather than what he was aiming to do.

His body tensed as his foot met open air and despite his efforts to keep the other grounded, it slid away as well.

V cried out loudly as the bees became the least of his worries. The irony of this flashes in his mind as he tumbles over the cliff near his home, trying desperately to reach out and grab for a rock-face to hang onto. He's falling too fast to grip it. His hand is torn as he continues his way down, and the side of his head knocks hard against a jutting rock he hadn't seen.

I deserve this, don't I? He thought as his mind became shrouded in a relaxed haze. This is karma for what I said happened to you.

I'm sorry, Rika.

There are fresh tears in his eyes as they fall closed. Now, now he'll never get the chance to save her...

But at least he won't be a burden to anyone any longer. He can't hurt her anymore now. He can't hurt any of them anymore now Perhaps this was for the best...

I'm sorry, everyone. Don't forgive me.

Darkness engulfs his thoughts completely as his body pierces through the waters below. The last thing he's conscious of, is the feeling of water rushing into his lungs...

[rfaparty-v]

Inside the package is a very large cake, covered in light blue and white icing. Upon the top the words 'Happy Birthday V' are scrawled, along with a smiley face. But wait... is this cake humming? ...It is! There's some kind of light buzzing noise coming from it! How very odd.

Oh, perhaps this was from the person that mentioned throwing cake before. V was glad that instead, they did just go ahead and leave it with him normally.

Hm? Was there a noise coming from it? 

Curious. What could that be? Did they leave something else inside of the cake for him? 

He wastes no time in cutting into it to find out. 

[rfaparty-v]

A knock sounds against V's door. Upon going to check there is no one to be seen, but a large package has been placed against the door.

What could this be? 

[rfaparty-v]

I'm going to throw a cake at you.

U-um. 

I would prefer it if you would just hand it to me normally...