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seekingluckynumberseven · 5 years ago

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Day 6: Welcome to My Life

Blech. Over-steeped tea was the absolute worst. Years of listening to Thunderpants lecture about the proper way to brew a cup couldn’t compete with the mystery in front of her. She wrinkled her nose and shoved the offending cup aside to stare at the email posted in the chat. The black headphones pumped out music, drowning out the random thoughts of a certain red head so she could focus on the puzzle. If she danced a bit to the beat, at least no one was here to see… or yell. The movement in the notes and her body always helped with the nervous energy that came along with investigations. Decisions formed from her analysis became ones of life or death in too many situations.

Mint Eye. Well, they at least stuck to a theme. The colors… the gradient flower background; she snorted. Someone in their marketing department needed to go back to school in this decade. Her playlist may have a lot of 80s and 90s music in it, but the rest of those years could stay right in the past. Especially the colors.

The words screamed “come to my crazy cult party; Kool-Aid for all!”. The ironic choice of the word magenta made her want to dismiss it as spam. A place where everyone is happy, of hopes and dreams, almost as real as the color that didn’t exist. Only manufactured by humans’ brains to make sense of a world gone mad. But over and over history showed how people cling to those contrived ideals and how far they’d go to make them a reality. That was part of the reason her shadow world even existed.

What really made her pause from out and out dismissing it staring back from the small screen. A quick flip of her wrist revealed an eerily similar designed etched into pale flesh. Seven had figured out this was tied to the mysterious hacker. Was it a coincidence that the Seeker’s Eye in the center of the sword was a simpler version of the stylized green and black eye of this Mint Eye? That this “Unknown” had lured a Seeker to this apartment out of all of the targets walking on the street. Coincidences just didn’t happen in their line of work.

There was a small chance that whoever had created the design had been exposed to a fictionalized version of their organization. The tattoo that adorned her arm was very different from the rest of the Swords. In a way it was a prototype, it’s artist a designer on a very popular video game franchise. He had “borrowed” and modified the idea of their organization to fit the game world. To say that Juno had been unhappy was an understatement. Even more so when Kali had asked him to design a new “sword” to fit her. But the artwork could hide in plain sight because of the game. The old guard truly didn’t understand the need in a world where secrecy was becoming rare. Where unknown hackers could breach the defenses of an organization like theirs without breaking a sweat.

It was a bit rude that they hadn’t invited her or Seven to drink their Kool-Aid. Happiness was in short supply in the secret agent biz. If anyone deserved a few hopes and dreams, it was the red headed hacker. Her imagination was very good at creating dreams that involved him. No cult help needed there. Too bad there truly wasn’t a paradise that could make them into reality. The smirk on her face was wiped off at the now cold, bitter taste of the tea. Ugh… she’d forgotten in her daydreaming. A message popped up in the chatroom before she could empty dump offending brown water.

707: Kali…

707: It’s late. You’re still up?

Kali: Yeah. Don’t sleep much.

Kali: Anyway, I was thinking about you.

707: Me?

707: Oh… Were you thinking about me because you’re nervous?

707: I’m sorry I can’t do anything more for your safety.

Kali: No sorries. Not that at all.

Kali: That wasn’t at all what I was thinking about tbh.

Kali: Really, I can take care of myself. Any word from V?

707: I tried…

707: But it seems V doesn’t have any service right now.

707: But I left a voice message, so he’ll call me as soon as he hears it.

707: All the RFA members, including you…

707: must be careful for the time being…

707: Please… I hope no one gets hurt because I wasn’t good enough…

Kali: Hey. It isn’t your sole duty to keep everyone safe. We have some responsibility too.

Kali: Plus you’re trying really hard. I’m sure we’ll be fine.

707: That’s… that’s not always the case….

707: You can say that because you don’t know much about me.

707: Kali….

707: I don’t think I’ve told you much about myself.

707: what kind of work I do for the agency…

707: And dark things like that.

707: To be honest…

707: I wanted to show people in the RFA

707: only my bright and fun side.

707: Because the work I do is nothing but dark and filthy.

707: I didn’t want to tell anyone about that.

707: But…

707: now that this is happening… I feel like I should talk about it a little.

707: Because if anything happens…

707: if anything bad happens because of me…

707: you… and all the other members

707: will be in so much shock…

Kali: Nothing bad will happen because of you.

Kali: I’d like to know about your workplace tho

707: To be honest, the place I work for

707: is a complete shithole

707: where even a mindless joke can get you killed

707: So it’s actually weird

707: for me to say that nothing bad will happen.

707: It’s the only path I could choose, so I don’t want to whine about it.

707: But… I want you to know this.

707: Nothing good will come out of you knowing,

707: but I’m not a clean and bright person…

707: And

707: since you can be put in danger because of me,

707: we need to keep our distance…

707: If we’re like how we are now, where we can’t meet

707: and you’re neither friend nor family, you’ll be safe.

Kali: Not even friends? That’s really sad.

707: I don’t know.

707: you and me…

707: did we ever have any kind of relationship?

707: We just talked a bit

707: here in this chatroom…

707: And of course, I enjoyed all those conversations… but even those are pointless for me.

707: You know…

707: I only tried to laugh as much as I can in this chatroom,

707: because of the dark place I’m really in.

707: This shithole… is probably the place that suits me best.

707: I hope the members,

707: and especially you, aren’t harmed because of me…

707: but I don’t know.

707: I’ll be more careful from now on.

Kali: Seven, you need to think about yourself too.

Kali: I’m always here to listen and I’ll do whatever I can to help you.

707: You are always so kind.

707: I wasn’t wrong.

707: You are an angel.

707: You are so kind to everyone,

707: and even though you just found out about the RFA,

707: you fell for my ridiculous threat,

707: and told us you’d help.

707: If I had just let you go then…

707: told V that this isn’t right,

707: convinced him to send you away…

707: you could have just deleted this app

707: and be free…

707: But it’s already happened now

707: so all I can do is be more careful…

Kali: I don’t regret this Seven. Especially getting to know you.

707: Kali…

707: Thank you,

707: but those words will have heavy consequences,

707: so please be careful of what you say.

707: Please don’t think I’m such a good person.

707: Of course,

707: I’ll take care of everything that’s already happened.

707: I’ll try harder for you because I involved you in all this.

707: Whatever happens,

707: I’ll make sure you’re never in danger.

707: but…

707: once this hacker deal is taken care of,

707: there’s something I have to do first…

707: so things might go a bit slow.

Kali: Seven… the agency, are you in danger working for them? Are they threatening you?

707: Don’t worry about it, Kali ^^

707: I’ll just go back to the Seven I always was, and come back after everything’s finished.

707: I’m sorry for being slow.

707: Please tell me

707: if anything strange happens

707: while I finish up my agency work.

707: Alright, Kali?

Kali: I’ll be fine. Just focus on yourself ok?

707: I really hope so…

707: ^^

707: I have to go now.

707: I plan to finish the agency work in a blink of an eye.

Kali: Seven, be careful. And thank you for protecting me.

707: I don’t deserve to be thanked.

707: I’ll come back soon. Take care of yourself.

707: Then… Good bye.

<707 has left the chatroom.>

Tears hadn't fallen when the bullet pierced her thigh, nor all the times when Juno would beat her within an inch of death as a “test” of control. But they fell for him, hot wet trails down her checks. Sadness and anger warred to take dominance. Anger won. The phone hit the wall with a solid thunk, a dent left behind in the white drywall. This… this was what their whole organization was formed to monitor and clean up. The Seekers weren’t fulfilling the duty her grandparents had lived and died for.

What could she even say to alleviate any of the burden on his shoulders? “Don’t worry about me, Seven. I’m the dangerous one, not you. My bad, the people who own my soul aren’t doing their job. Sorry.” He wouldn’t believe her. No one ever would. And that made her one of the Seeker’s most effective tools, a weapon hiding in the body of a young blonde woman with a sad smile and the eyes of a demon.

#msyme fanfic #mysme oc #day six

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seekingluckynumberseven · 5 years ago

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Day 5: In the Arms of an Angel

The Sandman just wasn’t coming to visit Seven. His mind was replaying the image of Kali’s grin and the three numbers over and over. It wasn’t like him to obsess over someone like that. Why was she different?

With a groan Seven sat up in bed and flipped open the laptop to check on the programs that were chasing the hacker. Nothing still, goddamnit. Everything was just piling up. If there was one thing he wasn’t use to, it was failing. And that seemed to be the only thing he was good at right now. Throwing the laptop aside, he picked back up his phone. There had to be something to distract him. Messing with Yoosung would be welcome right now. Hell even watching a fight between Zen and Jumin would do. But the RFA chatroom was empty. Not even Kali.

Kali. Damn her. His mind always went back to her. Grinding his teeth in frustration, he gave in opening the folder that contained all the information that he had scraped on her. Including the pictures from her Fakebook.

One folder caught his attention: “Comiket”. Really? Wasn’t that Japan’s big comic fest? Unlike most of the folders, this one was full of pictures. Seven had always thought jaw drops were just for cartoon wolves, but his was firmly on the floor. Every single one of them were of her in cosplay. There was no mistaking those bright aquamarine eyes. The girl from the CCTV was always dressed in dark clothing with long sleeves even though the days were beginning to get too warm. That Kali couldn’t be more different than the one now in front of his eyes.

His mind couldn’t even keep up as he flicked through the images. Samus, Sailor Moon, Sophitia… Was that her in a Star Trek corset with Darth Vader? Did they trade weapons? As someone who often found himself dressed up, he had to admire her choices and execution. Each costume highlighted what made her stand out: the golden blonde hair, those long lean legs, and her… assets. Skin, so much skin. Way more than would be socially acceptable pretty much anywhere outside a cosplay event... or the bedroom. In the pictures where her arms were bare a tattoo of a dragon wound itself around her forearm. He’d never seen anything quite like it. It looked as if the serpentine was sleeping, waiting for the right moment to strike the unwary. Bonus points to exoticness.

The ones that really caught his eye were marked the most recent. The timestamp put them at around Christmas last year. This character wasn’t immediately recognizable like the others. The whole costume gave off a medieval fantasy vibe, maybe some type of rogue. The silver and blue corset and black leather pants fit her like a glove, giving the impression sleek strength. Knee high boots and a blue velvet cape emblazoned with a rearing silver griffin added a dramatic flair. Clasped on her arm was a blue bracer with bottles complete with liquids that glowed. Dual dagger alternated between her hands and the belt slung across her hips as she posed for the picture taker.

It was the final picture that stopped his swiping fingers. The image burned into his mind and soul. The cloak and daggers were discarded; instead a long sword was balanced across her shoulders. Arms wrapped around to pin it in place. The curved blade of the katana was wrong for the costume, but the smirk of challenge she threw over her shoulder at the taker just made it oh so right. Bright blue eyes dared someone to take the gauntlet thrown down.

That wasn’t even the most shocking or even sexiest thing about the picture. The honor went to the tattoo that started at her shoulder blades, plunging down to be hidden by the laces of the silver corset. The black angel’s wings looked as if they had actually sprouted from her back. He had started to call her angel as sort of a joke based on how she was bringing their dreams of a party to fruition, but this… Each feather looked so realistic, delicate as if a gust of wind could set the fluttering. Seven’s fingers brushed the screen as if it would allow him to touch the beautiful scene. Were they as soft as they looked? His heart raced as he stared at the angel until his body finally shut down.

“Seven... Luciel...” Soft black feathers fell as a golden woman tenderly called his name, her hand extended. All he wanted to do was touch that pale ski, drown in the eyes the color of tropical waters. Everything would be ok if he could just reach her. Just as his fingertips were to brush her arm, the dragon tattoo came to life. The dark coils wrapped around her body and its head swiveled to hiss a warning. Reality tore the fantasy to shreds. Someone that brilliant was never meant for his dirty hands

#mysme fanfic #OC MC #dreams #cosplay

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seekingluckynumberseven · 5 years ago

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5th Day - Red, White, and Boobs?

KALI: Heya Yoosung. How’s school going?

Yoosung:

KALI: Lollol

Yoosung: You just graduated didn’t you Kali?

Yoosung: How?!

KALI:

KALI: Just clicked my heels together and POOF!

KALI: ACCIO DEGREE

KALI: And i wasn't addicted to gaming.

Yoosung: I'm not addicted.

KALI: …

KALI: right...

<707 has entered the chatroom>

Yoosung: Hi Seven.

707: Hiya Yoosung. Hello, beautiful angel.

KALI: lol

KALI: Hey secret agent man.

707: Hacker God, that’s me!

Yoosung: …

Yoosung: Anyway… what did you major in?

KALI: I told you, magic!

707:

707: WITCH!!

707: How do you go outside when it's raining?

KALI: Are implying that I am bad, Seven?

707: mmm… such a bad girl.

Yoosung: o_0

KALI: Lolol. So innocent.

KALI: Masters in psychology. BAs in Psychology and International Relations.

KALI: Seoul National alum! WootWoot!

Yoosung: Wha?! Masters?!

Yoosung: Aren’t you my age?

KALI: Year older.

707: LOL She’s got 3 degrees

707: u can’t even do one

KALI: My thesis was on Transgenerational Trauma and it’s expression through domestic violence.

707:

KALI: hahaha

707: But not an American University?

Yoosung: Why would Kali go to an American university?

707: ‘cause she’s a cute little American girl.

Yoosung:

KALI: Dropping all the bombs.

707: BOOM!

KALI: but yes, American… not little though.

707: True...KALI: Are you spying on me?

KALI: Pervert!

KALI: And I trusted you about the cameras…

707: Me?! A pervert?!

707:

707: Only camera’s in the hallway.

707: Cross my heart… hope to die.

KALI: Stick a needle in your eye.

Yoosung: Wait, backup! What are you doing in Korea?

KALI: Born and raised!

Yoosung: Then aren’t you korean?

707: U never pay attention in class lololllol

KALI: My parents are Americans.

KALI: Automatic citizenship.

707:

Yoosung: But why are your parents here?

KALI: They work at the US embassy.

707: Ohhh… Spies?

KALI: Spy v. Spy.

KALI: But… mom’s a doc so spy v doc?

KALI: And dad’s in IT.. so IT v Doc.

Yoosung: …

Yoosung: Are you going to be a doctor too?

707: PhD Hanlon!!!! MD

KALI: Maybe after I plan the most awesomest party ever!

707:

707: The BOMB

KALI: Off the hizzy

707: Fo’ schizzle

Yoosung: You two are made for each other.

707: We should get married on the space station!

KALI: THAT WOULD BE AMAZEBALLS!

707: Right?!

Yoosung: I’m going to go play LOLOL

KALI: Yoosung, Don’t forget to study!!!

707: ( ˘ ³˘)♥

KALI: Fo shizzle? Really?

707: My nizzle.

707: i'm curious…

707: What do your parents do at the embassy?

KALI: Work stuff.

707: Sekret stuff?

KALI: Super duper sekret.

707: You won’t tell me your sekrets?

707:

KALI: You already spy on me!

707: ha

707: Ha

707: I want to know all your sekrets, but soooo much work already.

KALI:

KALI: Cheer up! Mystery adds spice to relationships.

707: Oh ho ho… relationship?

707: My life’s too dangerous for that, pretty angel

707: Getting close to me will hurt you.

KALI: I can take care of myself.

KALI: hey seven, look at the camera.

Seven glanced over at the screen, the sight of Kali bringing a smile to his own face. This had easily become the best part of his days. Every time she’d pass the camera there was a smile and wave for him. A cheeky grin lit up her face, but what really caught his attention was the paper being held across her chest. If he ever got around to the confessional there were going to a lot of rosaries needed for just how many times his eyes had strayed downward. The camera was just at the perfect angle. It really wasn’t his fault at all. Golden eyes narrowing to read the writing. 42-32-38. What the heck? The numbers repeated over and over as his brain sought for solution. RGB for a really dark purple? No, that couldn’t be that. They weren’t right for coordinates either. The answer caused his mind to blue screen. There was only one thing women used three numbers like that for. Seven.exe has stopped working. Wait or Close Process. His mind quickly recovered and he sputtered. Brown liquid dripped down the screen. Vanderwood looked over at him disgusted before throwing a cloth at his head.

“Something wrong with the girl?” “Big Boo..ugs. Big bug on the lens.” He spun around in his chair quickly to hide his rapidly reddening face from the “maid”. Damn woman already was dominating his mind… this did not help at all.

Kali walked back into the apartment laughing. Well, he wanted secrets. She expected a text scolding her for stepping outside, but nothing. Kali 1 : Seven: 0.

#mysme fanfic #OC MC #day 5 #original chatroom

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seekingluckynumberseven · 5 years ago

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Day 5 : I’m Watching You... Every 2.35 Seconds

Author Note: This contains a chat and a phone call. Trying to keep them in a format as close to the game as possible with Tumblr’s lovely editors. Also, all chats with Seven need more memes.

Kali tossed her handheld console to the side and flopped back on the couch with a heavy sigh. Even romancing 2d pretty boys was getting boring. Sorry, Nat-chan. Not even his beautiful voice could lure her back. She stared up at the ceiling. If someone would have told the girl from just a few months ago who was frantically trying to juggle her thesis and Juno’s crazy demands that she’d be bored, that girl would have died laughing. Her brain just couldn’t come up with things to keep it occupied. V may have given them a date for the party, but other than emailing the growing list of ... eclectic... guests, there wasn’t much to actually do.

Everyone was worried about her safety with the new hack. Seven, especially. No matter how much she tried to reassure him, all he could do was beat up on himself. So she was staying put for his sake. Not her’s. Yoosung and Jaehee had both expressed amazement at how calm she was. It was a hacker, no one was pointing a gun and pulling the trigger. Her fingers ran over the soft cloth covering the pock mark on her thigh. She knew what that was like, how the pain of a bullet piercing flesh felt. This was nothing. “Freaking out never helps in situations like this. I can’t do anything and I trust Seven.” The redhead had seemed flattered

The apartment was to tiny for her to work out, especially with the gift her uncle had slipped into her backpack with the wink that always promised chaos. Seven kept reassuring her that there were no cameras in the apartment, but still. The rest of the security system was an unknown and she couldn’t risk the power signature of the weapon being picked up. That and with her luck recently, she’d likely trip and end up slicing the couch in half or something.

A chime on her phone drew her attention. The memelord had emerged. Kali found a smile growing on her face for the first time that day.

<707 has entered the chatroom>

707: alkgj;aelj

JAEHEE: Seven, hello.

707: @tlj3oj3$

707: ;3piu9jqt’ae’of

707: (Utp9iotjkj

KALI: 8h;aw4ietej

707: 9e;itj3;jf

JAEHEE: Please stop there ^^

707: dlkjg

707: eoipk

JAEHEE:

707: ..

707: .

707: ok

JAEHEE: Have you found anything about the hacker?

707:

707: Not yet…

707: I have so much work for the agency…!!

707: can’t focus…

707: Sorry KALI T_T

KALI:

KALI: Cheer up!

707: T_T

707:

707: I’ll work harder

707: just for you, Kali!

JAEHEE: Nothing’s wrong with Kali for now then?

707: Nope.

707: I checked the CCTV

707: and nothing strange happening!!

707: I’ve been looking at it

707: every 2.35 seconds

707: just in case something happens.

JAEHEE: 2.35 seconds?

707: Ya.

707: But just looking at the screen

707: makes me so frustrated…

KALI: I knew it! I felt as if you were looking at me every 2.35 seconds!!!

707: We even locked our eyes once, right?!

707: You seemed to be going to the convenience store earlier.

KALI: I was! Food resupply time.

JAEHEE: ….Isn’t it a bit strange to communicate through CCTV?

707:

707: I want to go and protect her myself!

707: Can’t believe there’s nothing I can do…!!!

KALI: It’d be so great if you could come! Pretty lonely here

JAEHEE: Unfortunately, Seven says he’s busy… What can you do.

707: Ya…

707: I can’t give you a body guard… and I can’t go…

707: So…

707: I’d like to make a body guard robot for you…

707: But I guess that would take a long time. T_T

JAEHEE: you could simply finish your work for the agency and catch the hacker.

707: Body guard robot…

JAEHEE: Or, go there yourself to protect her…

707: Maybe you’d like that…

JAEHEE: ;;;

KALI: I, for one, welcome our robot overlords

707: Ooh!

707: Me too!

707: All hail, B.B. Rodríguez!

JAEHEE: I see you two have managed to find another thing you both have in common;

707: Because we’re the awesomest!

JAEHEE: Are you listening to me?

707: To be honest, I was planning on creating a small watch dog just to test it out,

JAEHEE: You are not listening to me.

707: I’m not confident enough to send it to ur place.

707:

KALI: Ermahgerd~! SO KEWT~!!

707: really!?

707: I’m glad you like it lololol

JAEHEE: It is cute.

707: Ms. Vanderwood did tell me to just work

707: if I have the time for that….

JAEHEE: I completely agree with that…

JAEHEE: But it does seem to have turned out nicely. It’s very cute.

707: +_+

707: Right? It’s so cute!

707: So lovely~

707: So adorable~

JAEHEE: Yes… You could almost sell it.

707: It spits fire from its mouth. Do you think the government will approve? ^^

KALI: Growlithe has come to life!

707:

707: OMG YOU LIKE POKEMON TOO?!

707: So perfect...

JAEHEE: …No, I doubt you’d be able to sell it.

JAEHEE: You might actually go to jail for creating such a hazardous product. ^^

707: ;;;

707: But still, isn’t it pretty?

707: I thought

707: it would be perfect for Kali

707: while making it.

707: Since both of them are cute…!

KALI:

707: Haha.

707: You caught my cute side!

707: I feel like my great secret has been revealed;;;

JAEHEE: Okay…;;;

JAEHEE: Well;

JAEHEE: I’m jealous that you’re the only one who knows how Kali looks like.

707: Haha…

707: B

707: U

707: T…

707: Even if I make things like this,

707: it won’t help Kali….

707:

JAEHEE: Yup.

KALI: It does help! Growlithe, use flamethrower!

KALI:

707: it also might explode because of the gas tank T_T

KALI: Explosions be no bueno.

707: I should create a cute version that doesn’t spit out fire lolol

JAEHEE: Why don’t you simply work if you have the time?;;.

707: Yeah…

707: I should just work…

707: Why did I do that??

JAEHEE: Because sometimes you simply cannot work.

707: ...

KALI: Sounds like you need to clear that noggin. Go take a walk or something.

JAEHEE: I agree.

JAEHEE: People do say that you should take your time the more anxious you are.

707: The more anxious you are… smell your time.

JAEHEE: It’s take your time.

707: okie dokie

707: I’m gonna clear my head a bit

707: and come back.

KALI: I’ll be waiting for you! Cheer up!

KALI:

707: Yup!

707: I’ll be keeping an eye on you even while I’m taking a break

707: so don’t worry!

JAEHEE: …Is that really taking a break though?

707: It is.

707: See u later!

JAEHEE: Good bye.

<707 has left the chatroom>

JAEHEE: But…

JAEHEE: How did he manage to create that robot in just a few hours? ;;

JAEHEE: No one can deny that Seven is a genius.

KALI: Hacking and engineering genius. Amazeballs!

JAEHEE: I think if he really puts his mind to it… he’ll create the body guard robot in a couple of days…;;

JAEHEE: Besides, he made it just for you, Kali….

JAEHEE: He is being very kind.

JAEHEE: Luciel may seem quite ridiculous

JAEHEE: because he likes to joke around all the time

JAEHEE: but sometimes even I get surprised at what a genius he is.

JAEHEE: Oh.

JAEHEE: I’d like to talk more…

JAEHEE: but Mr. Han’s meeting will end soon.

JAEHEE: I must go.

JAEHEE: Anyways… Please take care of yourself, Kali.

KALI: Hurry and go! I hope he doesn’t mention anything related to cats!

JAEHEE:

JAEHEE: You understand how I feel.

JAEHEE: Thank you.

JAEHEE: Good bye.

Kali opened the picture of the “Growlithe” robot and stared up at it in utter disbelief. Who the hell was this man? Not even her uncle who built things that went into space could put a robot together that quickly. And one that could be used as a weapon? Shit. The Seekers needed someone like him badly. She needed someone like him badly. No one had ever made her smile and laugh quite as much and with a brain like that, Seven could probably stop the demon in its tracks. And he was super cute. Ugh... why was she thinking about that? People like her didn’t deserve cute, smart, funny guys nor deserve to be loved. It wasn’t like they’d even met yet. Already she was beginning to suspect that the face in the chatroom was a mask. Probably a lot like her own. But what was it hiding? As if her train of though was a summoning spell, the phone started vibrating; Seven’s picture filling the screen. The sudden call was startling and Kali bobbled the phone in her suddenly clumsy hands. Ninja reflexes a total fail as the heavy piece of technology smashed its screen against her nose.

K: “Fuck... Hello?”

S: “Oh! Potty mouth!”

K:“I dropped the phone on my face.”

S: “You... dropped...” *hysterical laughter*

K: “Not funny. That shit hurts.”

S: “Sorry.. sorry. You ok?”

K: “My pride is mortally wounded.”

S: “Oh do I need to kiss it better?”

K: “Please.”

S: *sharp intake of breathe* “Oh... hahaha. Don’t tease me. My heart can’t take it. Anyways, what did you want to talk about?”

K: “Umm... you called me and rudely knocked my phone out of my hands.”

S: “Oh so now it’s my fault your hands can’t hold a phone?”

K: “I’ll have you know I’m good with my hands.”

S: “Phew. Is it getting hot in here? ...Hey Kali, I’m really sorry about the hacker. I promise I’ve reinforced the security system and am hunting him down.”

K: “Do I need to come over there and spank you until you understand?”

S: *unintelligible muttered words*

K: “What did you say, Seven?”

S: “Ahhh... nothing, nothing. I’m going to take your advice and have a date with my babies. If anything happens...”

K: “I know I know, send you a meme.”

S: “A call, Kali. A call.”

K: “Call? You can use phones to call people?” *laughter* “Drive safe, Seven.”

S: “Laterz.”

Seven ran his hand through his hair, staring at the dark screen of his phone. Had “yes, please” really came out of his mouth at her spanking joke? Thank God, Jesus, and Buddha she hadn’t heard. This woman was different than any other he’d met in his entire life. A mixture of kindness and sarcasm with just a hint of dirty that was all too intriguing. Someone who appreciated his jokes and gave back as good as she got. Nothing in her dossier had prepared him for this. Kali was beginning to get under his skin and that was dangerous.

Groaning, his attention turned back to the screens that lit up the bunker. Better get back to work before Vandy starting waving around the taser again. His babies would have to wait. Too many people were relying on him. She was relying on him, trusting him, and he was terrified what would happen if he failed her.

#mysme fanfic #chat #2.35 seconds #phone call #day 5

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Days 2-4: Analyzing...

Kali ran her hand over the fogged up mirror to study the person that it reflected. Unearthly pale blue eyes stared back, just like normal. A blessing and a curse all in one. Her features had made her stick out in the fairly homogeneous Korean society. Many of her classmates over the years had called her a “viking” and they weren’t far off. At 5’8” with a chest that involved buying bras from online boutiques only, she certainly wasn’t your petite Korean beauty. But there always had been a smile on her face, a hand willing to help out, and an ear willing to listen. People had flocked to that, if only superficially.

Her sensitivity always perturbed Juno. A flaw that seemed to always come hand and hand with the demon. Tarnish to the weapon that they all wanted yet feared. Over the years, she’d learn to suppress it. To be present without really making any lasting connections. It had led to a slightly warped sense of humor and a lot of sarcasm, but that was better than actual caring, right? Fuck that shit. How could they protect without caring? Perhaps only balance really mattered to the rest of them, but the five year old had agreed to a life of darkness to protect people. Kali closed her eyes with a snort. That was the problem with having time on her hands, her mind started analyzing itself. Past experience had shown how dangerous idleness could be. So refocus. Redirect to a new target. The RFA members. Her mind turned to the weirdos that were becoming friends as she pulled on her clothes.

They were an interesting group: the corporate heir, the assistant, the flirt, the missing leader, the gamer otaku, and the mysterious redhead hacker. It was like an otome game come to life. One of them always seemed to be in the chatroom or reaching out to her. The psychologist side of her brain wanted to go into a deep analysis on each of them, but she wanted to know what it was like to have real friends for once. The Kami, well at least Dragonboi, would probably be hurt to know she doubted their friendship. But knowing that really they had been placed with her from a young age to watch and cage the demon… there would always be doubt. How could you be friends with someone knowing that someday your hand would have to end their life?

So she let her mind do the job it was so good at.

Zen was constantly flirting. Never had she met someone so narcissistic, not that he didn’t have a reason to be. Handsome wasn’t a strong enough word to describe the actor. Damn pretty boys. It never occurred to him that a woman wouldn’t be totally enchanted by him. More than once she wanted to reach through the screen and shake him, but had to settle for a verbal slap down. Normally ending with a swing and a miss. A mask of self assurance, actually constantly seeking outside validation. At least one thing was checked off the bucket list: know someone paler than her.

Jumin was a robot with an unhealthily obsessed with his cat. Elizabeth the Third, indeed. That cat was so spoiled not even the British royalty could come close. Not an ounce of emotion escaped the tailored suit. The man lived in a totally different world than the rest of them. Juno would thrilled if she could control her emotions to the same degree. But one day his suppression techniques would fail… and the explosion would be spectacularly devastating to anyone involved. That wasn’t an option for her, nor did she ever want to not love, at least someday. Life was empty enough without giving up that.

Jaehee was starting to warm up a bit. Honestly, it was the first time that Kali might count a woman as her friend. She was still trying to decide if letting the buttoned up assistant know that she, too, was a fan of musicals had been a good idea. It was very clear that Jaehee was MOSTLY interested in musicals with Zen in them long before Seven pointed that fact out. Zen had been tickled pink when she had agreed to accompany Jaehee to his next musical after all this was all done and over.

Then there was Yoosung, little innocent, game addicted Yoosung. It really took a lot of self control on her end not to throttle him for constantly comparing her to his dead cousin. They may have the same hair color, but there were no other similarities between her and this “sainted” woman. Instead she channeled all the frustration into being Seven’s accomplice on the way too easy game of “punk Yoosung”. The chocolate milk gag was a total chef’s kiss moment. When she had sent him a picture of a dictionary page of “gullible” with his picture photoshopped in, he actually cried. Torturing him was just too fun.

Now Seven outing himself as a secret agent had been startling. Her own identity and that of her family so shrouded in secrecy, to have someone so casually mention it was mind-boggling. Neither his handle or his real name had set off any alarm bells as one that her parents had been keeping an eye on. That either meant he was beyond good or, more likely, one that really didn’t “choose” to be in the profession. In just a few chats it was very apparent he was not “Unknown”. The anger and frustration was evident through the network at HIS program being hacked despite the jokes they were trading. Her family had enough hackers in it that a genuine response was easy to spot. The only puzzling thing was the fact he wasn’t tearing off after them. Even fairly cool headed Raiden would’ve been off like a shot. It was becoming apparent that he was one that her parents should have been helping, but the Agency hadn’t crossed the line in the sand yet... at least Juno’s line. Shield or not, she’d be looking into it once this was over. No one should have to live their life in fear like that... no one except her.

#mysme fanfic #days 2-4 #common route

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seekingluckynumberseven · 5 years ago

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Prologue Part 3: Sure, why the hell not?

The power this “V” helped drew her interest, the fact that there was classified information within her grasp even more so. Kali’s main specialty had always been infiltration and her fingers were almost itching to put those skills to use. If she hadn’t nuked the most of the special features off her phone, those alarms wouldn’t even likely be a problem. Looking around the apartment nothing immediately screamed “SECRETS HERE”. Bingo. The small desk that had a lock in the drawers. A frown crossed her lips. Oh well, some secrets would have to stay secrets for now. She was only half paying attention to the discussion about her “fate”, but the name Rika kept popping up. Maybe the “R” in the RFA that was etched on the door? The faint lingering smell of a floral perfume had made her sneeze as soon as she walked it. The apartment did have a feminine feeling with its light pastel color scheme and way too many pillows on the couch.

Kali: Who the hell is Rika?

Zen: Can we tell her?

Kali: … nevermind. I’m not interested.

The whole fundraiser party thing was compelling, but the mention of business connections threw up red flags. Many organizations used just that sort of a thing as a cover for much more nefarious deeds. That had actually been why she had attended that C&R party a few years back. Watching, learning, practicing. Leaning back into the soft couch, she wracked her brain, filtering through the long list of monitored organizations memorized over the years. Nothing even close. A lull in the constant barrage of messages drew her pale blue eyes back down to the screen.

Oh shit, they were waiting on her answer. Join them? She bit her lip. Literal party planning, a laughable use of a very expensive psychology masters. But it was perhaps the only way to figure out why this “Unknown” had target her. And the last true free time she’d probably have for years. Once they found her Shield, what little freedom there was would be lost. When she’d fled the family home a warning had been left with its inhabitants. Leave me the fuck alone so I can be somewhat normal for a little while. Her mother had predictably frowned while her dad and uncle predicable laughed. She had made no firm plans, not even with the Kami. Video games? Riding her bike out to the middle of no where? Sleep, glorious unconsciousness until naturally awakening? The world should have been her oyster. No one would miss her for a while. Would anyone even really if she did disappear? Just a tool, a weapon, and an unstable one at that. She shoved back at the dark thoughts that encroached, the demon needed to stay firmly chained.

Kali: Alright. Sounds fun. I’ll give it a go.

And now the woman who had been heralded was the “next big thing” in the field of trauma psychology and the first “Blade” of the Seekers since World War 2 was stuck in a stranger's apartment planning a party for a group of people who were even odder than she was.

It should have been surprising how easily they accepted her, but the psychologist knew better. People longed to have everything in order, normality in a world of chaos. That and there was nothing out there for the hacker extraordinaire to find. The “Kali Hanlon” the world saw was a fairly boring nerd. School consumed most of her visible life over the last few years. Only Jumin and Jaehee seemed to be a bit suspicious of her. Not that she was at all offended. She sure as hell would be, but the paranoia was needed the world Kali was born into. Luckily for them… she wished them no ill will.

No expectations or fears were being directed her way. Well, except for putting together an amazing guest list. No snide comments about unearthly eyes or the demon that hid behind them. It was almost too easy to shove that voice that warned her about keeping distance from your targets. Getting close to people was dangerous for people in their line of work, doubly so for her, but at least here, the distance was built in. Maybe, for just a little while, she could be as close to real Kali as a lifetime of training against just that would allow. Her sleeve scrunched up as she tossed her phone to the side black marks catching her eye. She pushed it up to fully expose the newest “art”. The eye in the center of the sword stared back up at her, dark to her light. No… she’d never escape the sentence decided at the moment of birth, etched into her skin and soul. The soft fabric of the sweater slipped back down to cover her secret much like the smile on her face hid the pain that came along with it.

#mysme fanfic #Prologue Part 3 #prologue

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Prologue Part 2: No, Who the Hell are You?!

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Seemed that not all the “members”' were in agreement with each other, especially about her appearance. That was an interesting fact Kali filed away for use later. A dark chuckle bubbled out at the threats from the “assistant”. If it came down to that, she could be gone long before the cops got there, along with all physical evidence for her presence. And once she got back in contact with her family, they could probably take care of the CCTV footage too. The only problem with involving her family meant that she may have to take care of all these weirdos too, especially if Juno was in one of her paranoid moods.

Her eyes followed the chat. One name and picture stood out to her immediately. Jumin Han, heir to C&R, one of the better corporations in the scheme of things. They did do some weird cat projects every once in a while and now it made a lot of sense. She’d actually met the heir a few years ago attending an event with her parents, even danced with the stiff ass on his father’s instance. Tall, dark, and handsome with not an ounce of real personality. He had been utterly polite during their short interaction. Every ounce of it was so fake that even a beginner psychology student could have written a paper on it. Utter robot then, utter robot now. And they thought SHE was an AI. He had been an exact foil to the chairman. That man had a woman on his arm that made even Kali’s own ample chest look small. She had spent most of the night trying to figure out just HOW the tiny black dress was holding in those fake balloons. Gaffer’s tape kept her own inside the cleavage baring blue dress that night but the amount of skin that the woman was showing didn’t allow for that secret helper. Her mother had not approved of the investigation, dragging her away when she had gotten a bit too close trying figure out the sorcery for a future costume. Looks were a weapon that Kali knew she had to wield efficiently and the party had given her a lot of inspiration. Still no answers on if helium could be injected into fake boobs to give them gravity defying lift she had seen that night. The cosplayer wasn’t the only one at work. The future psychologist wasn’t at all surprised to see Chairman Han in the newspaper just a short week later with new arm candy. Now the rest were unknowns, something that she was already sure would disappoint this “Zen”.

Phd. Pepper burned his nose as Seven laughed at her answer to Jumin. Just from the short interactions, he already liked this girl’s sense of humor. Witty, with just a hint of sarcasm, something that Mr. Roboto probably wouldn’t pick up on. God, how long had it been since he had genuinely laughed out loud? His fingers flew across the keyboard chasing after the hacker while his algorithm pulled up data on the young woman on the other screen. He'd already pulled up the CCTV history and watched as she entered the apartment. Tall, pale hair… it was impossible to tell what color through the black and white, but just the quick glance told him her looks weren’t the Korean norm. She had hesitated, running her fingers over the etched relief. Then she seemed to make up her mind punching in the numbers as she looked down at the screen. Just that moment of hesitation made him feel she was telling the truth. An agent or a burglar wouldn’t have had that uncertainty. Nor would they have been dumb enough to come through the front door.

Bingo! He gave himself a mental pat on the back for how quickly the algorithm had mined her information. Not Korean confirmed. Kali Hanlon, age 22. American, but born in Korea. Interesting. Ahh... her parents worked at the embassy. Dad, in IT. Mom was a psychiatrist. Masters in Psychology, recent grad. Social media accounts normal, if under-active for a girl her age, but seeing how she had 3 degrees... He snorted, nerd. Cute though. From the pictures on Fakebook at what looked to be a college party, red cups and everything, she dwarfed her Korean female friends. The hourglass figure seemed out of place among the other petite women, but he wasn’t going to complain about that. It was… very nice to look at. Much better than Mary Vanderwood the Third’s manly one. Seven figured she was only an inch maybe two shorter than him. The pale hair from the CCTV footage was actually a golden blonde. Out of everything, her eyes were the most striking feature, an icy pale blue. Not a color you saw very often outside of movies and anime. Even in just the picture on the screen they seemed to pierce his soul, as if scrutinizing every sin etched on it. He shook his head; sometimes his imagination ran a bit too wild. Back to work. Ahh... here was the important bit. No ties to criminal organizations or intelligence agencies here or back in the US. Clean as a whistle. Not even a speeding ticket. There was no way she could be this Unknown. His heart felt relief that they wouldn’t have to do something to the pretty girl. The hands on the keyboard were already dirty enough as it was. The call was still ringing to V. Hopefully he’d pick up soon before Seven’s mind went any further.

#mysme fanfic #Prologue Part 2 #gif

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Prologue: Who the Hell are You?

There was no reason that her phone should be vibrating. The select group people had the number and not a single one of them should be contacting her right now. She pulled out the phone, pale eyes glowing from the light of the bright screen. Unknown? Fuck. A multilingual tirade spilled from her lips. The mother sitting in the bus seat next to her covered her child's ears and glared. A muttered half apology was all her racing brain could come up with at the moment. How had someone hacked into this phone? Her next apology was silent, directed to the family as she quickly nuked all ties back to them. A hacker that could break through their security was too big of a threat. This had to be taken care of now, with no outside involvement… active agent or not. Tapping out an answer, she slipped down the rabbit hole.

The lock was engraved with something? RFA… never heard of it which was odd seeing as her family was aware of most of the secret organizations in the world, let alone Korea. Who the hell would truly believe the crap this “Unknown” was feeding her through this weird messaging app? But she had to play along to find out how this group was tied with a hacker in the world. who get through the combined efforts of someone of the best engineers in the world. Was she ready for this, especially going in blind and alone? Her hand hesitated as she looked down at the numbers on the screen. Enter them and there was no turning back, but wasn’t that the theme to her entire life? Always forward. The lock click and door swung open admitting her into the secret. Again, an black and green screen disrupted her phone before being replaced by the fancy messenger app. This time the chat was filled with people. It took them a moment to recognize there was an interloper... her.

Who are you? What a question. Who was she? A woman, a recent graduate, a daughter… some would say a weirdo, other's, a dangerous weapon.

The people on the other side of the screen seemed to be just as clueless as she was.

#mysme fanfic #prologue

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Classified: The Seekers

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....the seekers....

Symbol: Open eye surround by sunburst

The Seekers are an ancient group tasked with keeping the balance between greater society and secret organizations. They have tended to be a grey organization throughout history, siding with none unless the great good of the world was at stake. The Seekers have their own moral and ethics code not shared by others, viewing humanity as a whole instead of disparate groups.

The group is headed by one sword and shield pair chosen by the members when one of the current leaders becomes fulfill to do their duties. These leaders set the tone for the organization. Some have been more active in geopolitics, protecting those who are being preyed on by secret groups while others have only acted minimally, only when an organization was deemed as a threat to world balance. Either way, the group is known within secret circles, even feared by government sanctioned groups.

Seekers work in pairs, a sword to a shield. Shields are information gatherers and analysts, engineers, and in the modern world, hackers. Swords haven’t changed much from ancient times. They are the boots on the ground, the spies, assassins, and ones who carry out punishments. These pairs are scattered throughout the world, leaving no centralized location as a weakness.

While they may call upon each other, the pairs tend to work alone after getting instructions from their leaders. Seekers do have autonomy and may take on missions without leadership approval if time or secrecy is of the essence. Each member knows that mistakes that go against the goals of the group can cost them their lives.

Seekers are marked with tattoos upon becoming a full agents. Individuals may decide on placement and design as long as the basic imagery stays the same. Families have added their own embellishments throughout generations.

Codenames are given by the training pair, though the trainees input is sometimes taken. A select few agents have more than one codename due to their ranking and/familial connections. For example, Agent Freyja is more commonly called “Angel” by her peers due to a childhood nickname. She is also know as “The Blade of the Seekers” due to her position and abilities.

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