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book theif —- eunae.

the library, in some way or another, is a brand of window shopping that gives both the fulfillment of acquiring what one wants while cutting out the con of spending money on it. it’s the best of both worlds in more ways than one; it’s heaven on earth for avid book lovers that can’t quite push themselves to purchase a book without being absolutely sure that it deserves a spot on a bookshelf back home. 

eunae is, in simple terms, a library-loving menace. 

if the library were to ever place her photo on the wall with a warning label dictating to deny service until all debts are paid, no one could blame them ─ the stack of books in her apartment, abducted and never returned to their home (’yet,’ she’d claim ─ after all, it’s still ‘borrowing’ if the intention to eventually give them back is still present, isn’t it?), attests to her crimes well enough. the responsibility of being a upstanding adult has yet to settle fully on her shoulders in this way ─ amusing, given what other pressures she is used to.

but that is besides the point. the point of today is to, once again, travel the aisle of books specializing in common magic, peering at titles as though she were hunting for her next victim. 

(or, she would, had interruption not startled her slightly, pulling her from the focused bubble she’d slipped into.)

the accusation is a gentle-sounding one, but an accusation nonetheless ─ one that was correct in its assumption, even. eunae blinks slowly, mind putting together the most acceptable of responses before speaking. 

“… no.” if it sounds like a lie, that’s simply because it is. “… they come back.” she adds a few moments later in a mumbled sort of defense.

          jisoo’s eyebrows furrowed in thought, this had to be the girl that wasn’t returning the library’s books. her denial sounded convincing ( but jisoo was suspicious anyway ), and the girl’s defense labeled her with suspicion because it was clear that the books didn’t come back. it might’ve been a good lie to someone that didn’t work in the library and could, and had to, keep track of books coming in and out. and never had she seen the books that the girl claimed to have come back, actually come back. 

         ‘ uh... ’ she thought about how to put her next accusation in the nicest way possible. after a few seconds, she finally said, ‘ the books don’t come back... so if you want to help your claim that you aren’t the one basically stealing our books, you have to try better than that. ’ the words came out a little harsher than she intended it to, and she realized this, letting out a soft sigh. 

          ‘ i’m sorry, that was rude of me. but... ’ there was a reason why jisoo was getting slightly annoyed, ‘ the library is a place of knowledge, and most of the books we get here were donated or bought with the funds given to the library. ’ if the library lost all their books, she couldn’t imagine what would happen. no one would be able to go there to study or find books to help their studies, and all the money that went into the facility would’ve been basically a waste, ‘ so please give the books back. ’

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—- curiosity killed the cat; @obshaechul

      there was a feeling of terror, but the want to laugh at the situation at hand. she had been walking home when suddenly... she saw fire in front of her. there was no reason for it, it was just there. to a human, it would probably make no sense and they would run in the other direction, but in her case, she knew it had to be some magic. the weather wasn’t particularly hot enough to start any random fires, and the street was pretty much empty, so no person could be the reason as to why the fire started, so it had to be magic. 

       she stopped, looking at the fire, looking around her, but not seeing anything. ‘ listen, i know this isn’t real fire, ’ she started, still looking at her surroundings, ‘ so i suggest you come out and stop this illusion before someone else sees and calls the fire department. don’t want to be exposed as a witch, right? ’ she gripped the bag that was over her shoulder, waiting for a response from whoever was creating the illusion. 

        she wondered, it had to be a witch, right? she had read a few times about other creatures who could do similar magic to witches, but she had never encountered one. so why would she encounter one now? ‘ you are a witch... right? ’

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vandalist —- dongwoo.

The images flash behind closed eyelids – crumpled fairy wings, skinned wolf pelts, dragon-blooded strung up by their necks like Christmas lights. He rubs his eyes, scrubbing and scrubbing until they’re swollen. He hasn’t slept in days.

Dongwoo rolls out of bed. His bare feet trample over the mass of paper accumulating by his bedside, drawing after drawing of each atrocity he’s come across. He thought that transferring the memories to paper would lessen the shock. Somehow, charcoal and watercolor pencils will make the supernatural deaths seem like they’re from a book of fairy tales. The illustrations belong in a Brothers Grimm collection, he supposed at the time. They’re gruesome enough to be included with princes blinded by thorns and step-sisters slicing their heels to fit in glass slippers. What crimes did he commit to make him belong in the villain category? It makes him angry. 

Papers crinkle and crumple underfoot as he tramples over the mess. He stumbles until he finds the light switch, flicks it on, and blinks at the mess. The only thing organized is the stack of TPP flyers on a desk. He’s halted the search for his sister until the string of supernatural murders was under control. After all, he doesn’t want to get a call from The Chaos Controllers. He just hopes that they’ll reunite before he finds her strung up by the neck. He has nightmares about it – about finding her pale and blue and with a bloated tongue. 

Dongwoo is headed towards the kitchen when he accidentally trips over his backpack. Inside, a collection of aluminum spray cans rattle and clack together. He stares. He blinks. He picks it up, slips on a jacket and dust mask, then heads out the door. 

He’s not stupid; he won’t vandalize a political building or a hunter’s headquarters. But, the coffee shop with an anti-magic sign on its window? The shiny, new Lexus of an upcoming politician that wants ‘restrictions’ on the supernatural? The overpriced bakery that really doesn’t deserve it, but their cookies are overpriced and he’s angry? 

He shakes the cans, alternating between reds and purples and greens. On the brick wall of a public building, where the world could see come morning, he declares his message: 

LONG LIVE THE SUPERNATURAL

         step, step, step. sleepy figure swaying back and forth, walking back to the place she called home so she could climb into bed, falling into deep slumber. it was fairly early, or rather super late, where the sun still hadn’t come out overlooking the town with its brightness. she wished with all her might that the local bakery was open so she could grab something to eat ( she hadn’t eaten in a few hours ). but, unfortunately, she knew there was no way it was open at that time. 

        yet she found herself walking the route that would take you to that bakery, knowing that it wouldn’t be open. honestly, she probably wouldn’t even go in because of how expensive it was to just get a small bag of cookies ( but boy, were they delicious ). maybe with some magic, she would be able to break in and grab a few bags to eat before she slept, but she wasn’t sure if she would want to do that ( it was still a business, so they counted on people paying for those cookies ). 

      she stopped in front of the storefront, looking at it, deciding, in her mind, if she should just a little snack and leave some money. in the end, though, she decided against it because she didn’t want any security cameras to see her and she didn’t want to never be able to go to that bakery again. right when she was about to leave, the sound of spray paint cans filled her ears, the sound of the clicking when you shake it, then the actual spraying. 

      curiosity washed over her, following the sound of the spraying sound, looking around the corner. she saw a man there, using different colors of spray paint on the little bakery. the feeling of anger replaced her curiosity, suddenly very awake ( at least compared to how she was before ), ‘ excuse me, but you shouldn’t be doing that ! ’ she spoke, hands on her hips, pointing at the wall. 

       her eyes followed where she pointed, reading the words that he had left on the wall. “long live the supernatural”, her expression changed from angry to one of surprise, wondering why out of every place he could vandalize with those words, why the bakery that stayed out of most of the magic talk? there was some worry that they had said something about hating the supernatural and wanting to keep them out because she actually really loved the bakery. she looked back at the man, ‘ did... the bakery say something bad about the supernatural? ’

rotting away ; open

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—- they’re not yours to keep; @obsxeunae

       there was something about the library that jisoo loved. it was the place that she went to to read up on magic, and the fact that she worked at a library ( not for the whole day, but for most of it ) was more than what she could ask for. however, when she strolled to the section that usually had most of the books on magic, she found that most of the books were missing. there were only so many people she had seen actually check out those books, in fact, she always saw the same person checking out those types of books. weirdly enough, though, she had never actually seen that person come back. 

      walking over to the ‘magic’ section of the library, eyes scanning over the books on the shelf before turning to walk away. that was when jisoo saw her, the person that always checked out a book in the magic section, but never seemed to check them back in. she wasn’t sure if the person spotted her or not, but jisoo tried her best to walk up to her unnoticed. she softly tapped the girl on the shoulder, giving a small ( and innocent ) smile. 

      ‘ um... excuse me? i’m a volunteer here at the library, and i was thinking... are you the girl that doesn’t return her books? ’ it was a simple question, and she tried her best to sound like she wasn’t annoyed that the books weren’t returned ( even though she was slightly annoyed ).

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