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atxasteria‌:

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“i actually packed a lot of snacks myself. i wasn’t sure who i would be sitting with…so i kind of grabbed everything,” she states a bit sheepishly, pulling her bag onto her lap and displaying the array of snacks she brought. gummy worms, cans of chips, sour candies, chocolate- there wasn’t a single category she missed. “whatever you want, just tell me.” 

she offers him a dazzling grin, adding another topic to the soon to be growing conversation. “are you excited? like to be attending the academy? or to be able to explore the city?” 

there isn’t enough good in his life to make him a trusting person yet, but he’s genuine now. genuine in the way he looks at her, the way he listens -- like she could talk for years on end and he wouldn’t mind, like she could talk about nothing at all and still hold his attention.

it’s that smile, too, he thinks. he thinks it’s blinding the way the sun is when you’re young and curious about the world and nothing can stop you from looking directly at it.

so, he looks at her, at the snacks on her lap and he can’t help the little chuckle that escapes him. “these were my favorite,” he says, picking up a packet of gummy worms.

“yeah, you? the--” he replies, barely done speaking when -- “ouch,” touching his jaw and laughing when the sourness makes it hurt.

* atlas

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atxjisoo‌:

( ... )

she’s not surprised when the instructor decides to split them up, but seeing who she’s put against next - she’s not sure she trusts their instructor, but this doesn’t help. the guy may have been a little excessive with his staring but she knows damn well anyone who stands like that isn’t going to know how to throw a punch, much less take one.

jisoo lets the carbon melt back into her, shifting back into fallible skin and bone. “you. you know how to do this?”

he hasn’t seen much of the world, so he doesn’t expect much from it. still, the universe manages to find newer and newer ways to surprise him. a new school, new people, a girl who looks more stardust than skin -- surprise always takes the form of something new, always takes him off guard.

and it’s too late to say sorry when she starts talking to him. he shakes his head no, eyes wide and waiting for what’s to come. it’s just that he never had walls to cage him in and force him to fight. sure, the streets were tough -- but they were just that: streets. and there was always one more street to run to after another, always another dark alley to hide in.

but a classroom is a classroom even if the sky is beating on his skin and the ground is grass, and there’s nowhere to turn. and he hates this -- confrontation and facing problems. but there’s too much time on the clock to pretend he can’t see her, and it’s there: a desire to learn something new. a realization that he wants to know these things for himself, “can you teach me?” 

lesson number one

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atxvertigo‌:

( ... ) five minutes pass, then ten, and finally — finally! — she sees her friend in sight, tall and stupidly awkward as he squints through thick-rimmed glasses and hyerin’s hand shoots right up, waving frantically. the bus ride into the city was lonely enough with him groveling at jung iseul’s feet like a lovesick puppy, and hyerin literally doesn’t have any other friends save for maybe taeho, but that’d be pushing it. either way, she has her target locked on sight, and she sends him a scorching glare from the back of the bus that sends the ever-so-clear message of: get your ass over here right now. 

their gazes click, and like a switch on his back being flipped, doyoon walks faster along the aisle. really, he almost trips over his own feet. bag hitting someone in the face, elbow bumping into someone’s jaw. it’s just that he has too many limbs and he doesn’t know how to count them, let alone what to do with them.

however, the walk is short and doesn’t give him time to apologize. as all sorry’s dissolve on his tongue, he thinks: there are more pressing matters at hand, anyway. like reaching hyerin, saying hi, taking out the water bottles he bought for the trip back.

“how was it?” he asks of her trip, voice ever deep and quiet -- and now, still riding the happy high from sitting with iseul, almost jolly. attentively: “do you want some water?��� 

&; — consistency.

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atxasteria‌:

a soft gaze glances over the numerous groups, a feeling of loneliness pooling in the pits of her stomach. it wasn’t often that iseul felt the bitterness of jealousy grip onto her, but today seemed to be an exception. orientation was great; it was fun meeting new people and she flourished in these types of situations. but as people began to board the bus, and she felt to much of a burden to ask anyone to accompany her, she found herself loathing it entirely. 

the chatter of everyone sounds distant, her eyes glazing over slightly as she loses focus. would it be too much to leave this plane in that moment? to be anywhere else but there? perhaps. but it would bring a bit of comfort to the girl. 

as she grips the straps of bag, which was nearly bursting from the amount of snacks she had packed, she prepares herself. it would only be for a second. just enough to clear her senses and get a grip. it was all she needed. just a quick jump.

but it seemed fate had other plans for her.

the baritone voice instantly catches her attention as she glances towards the source, her eyes widening slightly. she had been caught. however the question presented proves the exact opposite. and it causes a bright smile to appear on her lips as she nods excitedly. iseul you fool, you’re supposed to shake your head no! it’s a tiny mistake, but it causes her a bit of distress as she stumbles over her words in reply. “i mean no! i’m not sitting with anyone. i’d love to sit with you, if you don’t mind it! i’ve got snacks and everything.” 

he’s easy to read, really. eyes lighting up at the confirmation of a yes, mirroring her smile. and there’s an inclination to move his hand or his arm, a twitch to say he should hold her hand or something. something.

really, it’s always there. a magnetic pull.

so, he stuffs his hands into his jacket’s pockets and walks beside her. the bus fills up quickly, and in a moment, everyone is seated. with the tour guide still standing outside, there’s quite some time to while away.

“have you eaten?” he asks the way people ask when they actually want to know. “i have-- ...” he zips his bag open and looks inside only to see the sandwiches squished and deformed. pausing long enough for a pout to form on his lips, deciding the sandwiches are far from presentable, he blinks sadly as he reaches for the yogurt drinks he had packed. “well... the sandwiches were squashed... sorry. ... here ~” he hands over the drink served with a small smile.

* atlas

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* plop

@atxghoul​

he feels as if he has seen all of this before, but somehow doyoon still marvels at everything. at the walls, the doors, the stairs and the chairs. the tables and the screens and he has seen this before, but he can’t keep his eyes off of the ceiling.

inevitably, it happens in one of the classrooms. with the tour guide talking, and doyoon staring and nobody paying attention. with the students too busy chattering -- excitement and nervousness and anticipation and all. 

with doyoon’s eyes glued on something far away from what’s in front of him. a paperweight on a shelf drops and breaks, and doyoon doesn’t stick around long enough to be seen by anyone but the one girl in the crowd. tiny toes in tiny slippers scurrying far, far away -- tripping not too far away from the door.

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* atlas

@atxasteria

it takes a lot of courage and even more time bottling it all up to do this. as he lines up for food, and heads outside, and walks around looking for her -- he’s distracted. mind running too fast and too on his feet, he doesn’t even think to stop when he puts the sandwiches and the yogurt drinks in his bag. he just keeps walking and walking and walking, because it’s still too early to learn anything else.

there isn’t much time left before boarding when he finds her. it’ll take a few steps to reach her, he knows. and in all his time thinking about how many steps that will take exactly, he almost talks himself out of it. 

“hi.” yet, he arrives at his destination -- hoping with all of his fast-beating heart and sweaty palms and little smile for something good, “are you sitting with anyone yet?” his eyes flicker from her to the bus, to her and his shoes, and back to her -- somehow always finding their way back.

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* intro

greetings im yuri and i come bearing a nerd🖖.......his name is doyoon aka change --- a shapeshifter, ha. he’s the biggest nerdiest nerd there ever was. anyway bio is here and plots will be under the cut, heres all u need to know tho: (like this to plot?or....im on discord @ osh#9308 x)

doyoon (aka change) -- 23, shapeshifter

a libra

poor control of his powers...virtually useless....can only turn into a grandma or a child

pushover doormat shove him against a locker step on his throat all that

wears glasses b/c his eyesight is inconsistently wonky....he’s as clumsy as he is big

very keep to himself awkward aloof doesnt know what to do with his hands or where to look when he’s talking to someone kind of guy

trying his best

his life in a nutshell: orphan ofc he is.....bullied all through his life, was homeless for a couple of years before xavier took him in, HES HERE NOW<3

plots!!!! these are some preset plots off the top off my head B U T i’d love to brainstorm things w/ u all to shape his experience at the school and make it more idk personal, like he’s being given a clear slate here but he still doesnt know what to do with it u know.....so like is he still gonna be the ugly duckling or are people gonna be nice to him or whats gonna happen he just doesnt know yet! 

also fair warning that the stronger the connection w/ him(either negative or pos), the more likely he is to develop the ability to copy someone’s form so....,much to think about. without further ado:

mi casa esu casa: the one or three friends he somehow managed to make while he was virtually homeless. they gave him a place to stay, maybe some food. you might not remember him. he might have come to you as a 60 year old nun or a chubby 6 year old child, neither of whom look like him at all. but he remembers you all too well.

off putting: first actual friend he made at xavier. you initiated, of course, with a hello or how are you or do you want to have lunch? you were all too friendly and he was all too quiet. and although it went all too well, it freaked him out that someone was being so so so nice. out of the blue, he just started avoiding you

bad lands: people aren’t inherently good -- it’s an idea that doyoon tosses around. sometimes, he likes to think it’s a lie. but then people like you come along, shoving and pulling and pushing, and he starts thinking about it again. (id love a mean prank type of thing during any one of the school events tbh......like bus prank or homecoming prank idk something publicly humiliating and mean spirited is the vibe here....)

hike: on a whim, or because you don’t have friends as well, you decide to go with him to the city. subsequently, his sense of direction and street smarts exceed your expectations (which were: none.)

quiet: you sit in comfortable silence, and you might be the best friend he’s ever had.

uncharted: love!!! feelings!!! what is it????!!??!? he has never felt it before!!!! he’s very much the type to be so shaken up by someone being nice to him that he overthinks it and gives himself problems. so this could just be a nice one sided someone being nice to him and hes being in his head about it, or someone actually liking him, or....idk w/e its something ab soft feelings.

innocently, softly: youre not malicious, maybe you even actually like him. but you’re a big personality and he’s just a wee cricket waiting to be smashed under your shoe -- gladly, though. (a rel to emphasize how much of a pushover he actually is tbh)

why are you me, im me: he likes pictures and buildings and baked goods....somehow you like a lot of the same things.

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