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@choixanderβ // SING, O MUSE, OF THE RAGE OF ACHILLES
he spends his spare time ( when not locked away in a tiny fishbowl ) reading. there are books he likes to search for of non-fiction:Β The Noma Guide to Fermentation: Including koji, kombuchas, shoyus, misos, vinegars, garums, lacto-ferments, and black fruits and vegetables, ORΒ Entangled Life: How Fungi Make Our Worlds, Change Our Minds & Shape Our Futures,Β and books he knows he will find: The Odyssey,Β The Aeneid,Β Medea,Β Oedipus Rex, Antigone, and well, Homerβs The Illiad. itβs nowhere to be found in its spot upon the shelves. his first pickββ his preference ofΒ the great Greek warrior Achilles slips away from his grasp as he bringsΒ The Breath of a Whale: The Science and Spirit of Pacific Ocean GiantsΒ to the front desk. heβd like to tread waters of whalefall, he decides, if his romantic tragedies are unavailable. he meets his favorite librarian, or rather assistant librarian. though, in his opinion, Han preferred Lex above the others. perhaps it was their similar demeanors or the slight deja vu he felt when speaking to him.
he greets the other with a casual smileββ before peering behind the desk. he doesnβt speak his concern immediately ( the lack of copies of The Illiad ). Han Jae Song beats around the bush. he settles for small talk, despite how nonsensical it truly is to him.Β βHavenβt seen you around lately. Is this a me issue, or a you issue?β it was likely his own faultββ prior engagements have limited their regular check ins.Β βItβs good to see you, nonetheless.β
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@grxmincvdescxnceΒ·Β· // BEGIN QUEST 003: THE WARNING OF A GODDESSΒ
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the dreams of Han Jae Song could be considered entirely far too iniquitous for that of a normal human to understand. behind door number one lies the whale fallβ a debris of carnageβ the terrors of the fractured mind. clattered around them are broken and rotting picture frames, scattered and cracked skulls, aΒ foliage of blight ridden herbs and leavesβ they all float their way down, down down, until they meet the end of their journey. scuffed leather loafers fall next as broken bottles of kombucha create another melody just behind his head.Β Han is certain the so-called niece of his is used to these dreamscapes.Β though, he canβt remember the last time sheβs visited. he greets jasperβs friend with a tug of his hat β a tentacle with beautiful blue rings pull at itβs brim.Β βWhen it rains, it pours.β a soft little chuckle spills from lips as he sits upright at the chess table.Β
βLetβs play a game of chess, dearest Liggies.β he extends his neck out to ensure her safetyβ to watch her as she takes her steps forwardβ to alert her to not step on his precious things.Β βCareful for your ballerina slippers, dear, there is glass everywhere. Itβs all falling apart Iβm afraid.β he canβt hide his frown.Β βWinner gets the first bite of the other. Deal?β
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@ofthcshvdes // Β before you left your spores ( π¦π’π§π’ ππ―ππ§π πππ )
"Thankfully they aren't lickshrooms." he says this because lickshrooms are known for their toxic saliva that can terminally paralyze others. instead he senses a dance fever- a hallucinogenic spiking of the food. hopefully it wouldn't be the case of spreading disease, otherwise he'd be subjected to working after hours. he continues to grab specimens, a gloved hand intrudes the formal wear he'd shown up in. and in the magical disappearing briefcase he has, he continues to set those samples of cakes and tarts. only after shutting the case closed, Han Jae Song, fixes the glasses at his nose, and he peers into his champagne. "I wouldn't eat anything, if I were you, but the drinks are very pleasant" he's looking after Val, his almost husbands, well, he didn't quite know how to put it- his rival, his coworker, his friend. "But now that you've provided lookout for me, I'm at your service. I suspect there is a valuable piece of treasure we are to find in these hallways?" he gives her a mischievous smirk.
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@chocalafolieβ // SONG - MUHN RESIDENCE ( EX -SONG ) MONDAY NIGHT
the irony in thinking that being a dreamshade was the worst thing in the wordβ makes Han Jae Song laugh at himself now. little snorts, chuckles, exhales through his wrinkled nose pair with eye rolls when he so much as entertains that notion. he doesnβt find this ironic, nor does he believe in those happily endings he was once deluded into graspingβ soiled hands out of reach, sore arms outstretched and muscle aching. the fact that the younger self-hatred he felt for his conditions of filth and all that he could manipulate from that muck within could be cured with with spoiled veins and golden flecks of putridity was an unfortunate circumstance. like the days old, of torture and experimentation, he can feel the ghosting of wounds blighting his skin. the newer of those scars would be the bite mark still present upon his armβ a bite mark heβd only sustained about four weeks ago... and so yes, his natural born gifts were nothing compared to hating the curse within him. when he so much as leaves his home now, heβs certain to cover the glowing mark upon forever tainted skin. but for Gil, honesty is given. for Gil, masks are unworn, and he greets the other with his back flesh in the opposing armchair the cursed mark in plain view for the best of friends to see.
βI didnβt want you to think that I was ghosting you, or that I didnβt value our traditions...β it had been exactly four mondays since heβd last seen Gilbert. he was expecting and yes, he missed their banter.
βLooks like you saved my life for nothing, huh?β he licks his teeth as ABC continues to tease the double bachelorettes in the background. he owes his life to Gilbert Gladstone. but he had never been at liberty to speak that in its full entirety. now that his life seems irreparable perhaps it was time for that real spin class moment.Β
βI could use some advice.β he takes a brief pause,Β βAnd I donβt mean for at home remedies for dandruff.β
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@vicioushauntingsβ // THE SONG - MUHN RESIDENCE ( EX- SONG )Β
there was something about watching from behind the smaller glass that pulled harder at the heartstrings within the blue ringed octopus. it seemed as if he had more than enough arms, but those appendages could never reach that family of his ever again.Β
the little girl with her curls and winsome decor clutches her notebook against her chest. johannaβs medical notes have grown from scribbles to fragmented sentences about her twinβs conditions, and how her days transpire. the medical diary converges between both her pretend doctoral life and her real life. jasper begins chasing her with a pill bug, it coils and recoils in his hands as she smacks her brother with that black composition notebook. good girl, Han thinks to himself as he cheers on from afar. the twin boy then sticks his tongue out at her, but her glares tell him to scram. were Hanβs beak able to speak heβd have instructed the two to settle down and wash up before dinner, but he no longer has the luxury of working as a team with his partner, Simon Muhn.Β muffled by the surrounding water, instead he can hear static from plastic bags of take out and a baby sitter chattering on about dinnertime before Simon gets homeβ heβs running late.
instead the pair of children gravitate to himβ Han Jae Songβ as his tentacles flourish and he floats in the water of that small aquarium tank. he spins for his childrenβΒ a razzle dazzleβ sneaking attention from their curious eyes. the babysitter calls him repulsive and slimy. she also makes a note to tell Jasper that in some places people eat live octopus, and that octopus tastes just like chicken but slipperier. Han makes a note to instruct Simon to fire her once he transforms into his full form, and to also look up the word slipperier in the dictionary. Jasper soon rewards his dad with that pill bug. the rollie pollie sinks down, down, down, and though itβs no tasty crustacean, Han Jae Song, the blue ringed octopus, eats his treat.
the rest of the evening is slow, but as the clock ticks and the sitter takes her nap upon the couch, Han realizes itβs now or neverβ if he wants to speak to his children he has to disobey his husbandβΒ crawl out of that aquarium and slide upon hardwood floors.Β he leaves trails of mildew and goo as he sneaks and slips. the bathroom is his first stop. bones grow and crack to frame flesh and blood as he shuts the door behind him. the cephalopod transforms from tentacles to two arms and two feet upon the ground. he takes Simonβs robe to cover the water marks and golden bite upon his forearm. he doesnβt stop to dry his hairβ he walks the halls of his home as a ghost would. he haunts in the same somber manner as pale pruny skin grows clammy from the high ceiling fans. he was only a part of that home in the enchanted picture frames of smiles and laughterβ that revelation hangs his head lower. Jasperβs room is the next visitation.Β
the young boy holds his finger out in the middle of his bedβ a bead of blood bubbles over as he explains, βLiggies bit me !!β furrowed eyebrows glare at his pet lizard. Liggies, the reptile, scurries towards the door to make her escape. the scent of blood drowns out anything else for the cursed bloodβ Hanβs vision blurs, he grows faintly dizzy, his throat itches in rawness, and he canβt stop himself from reaching out to his son. ( he definitely doesnβt hear the front door openβΒ he misses Simonβs entrance completelyβ he isnβt keen enough to notice the babysitter exchanging loud words about children tucked safely in their beds- he doesnβt know Liggie is heading out to essentially tattle on him )Β
the horrible happens, truly disgusting event worsens once Jasper approaches. jumping from his bedβ and holding out his boo boo to his father, the little boy airs his whiny complaints, βDad, I need a bandaid nooooow.β the child drones on as Han holds back a menacing snarl. leaving his tank was, a mistakeβΒ though he didnβt wish for Simon to be right in his admonitions. finally he speaks, βJasper, you know where the bandages areββ he doesnβt inhale as he tries to redirect the boy to the bathroom across the hall. βI believe the last time we were at the store, Johanna picked out a set of Pokemon ones for you.β he pinches the much tinier finger between his own as he takes a moment to investigate the wound. eyes hyper fixate on the mortal blood as it continues to taunt him. thankfully he Simonβs scent enters the room to stop him from the inevitable...
βThat lizard needs to be put down.β
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@ofthcshvdesββ // GIOVANNIβS BOUTIQUEΒ
Han Jae Song has exactly fifteen pairs of shoes in a closet that he shares with Simon Muhn, which isnβt exactly the problem. ( if you asked his almost husband, though, youβd learn that Simon would complain about Hanβs shoes taking up too much space, but shh )Β the problem is that he hasnβt had access to that home heβs shared with Simon, since they both agreed that his presence wasnβt helping alleviate certain fears that he wouldnβt try and eat his family.Β the human children heβd adopted, fathered, and homed had potent mortal bloodβΒ blood that Han Jae was meant to stay away from until he could learn to control his thirst and intrusive bloodthirsty thoughts. the automatic magical doors open to the boutique and he begins his steps, squeaking his way between aisles and displays. heβs never looked worse. a work tie is loosenedβ his button up is slightly wrinkled and there is a pen stain at the pocket of his already disheveled appearance. work is hard, but living in general is harder.Β
he squeaks his way into a cornerβ wet, waterlogged soles that smell of mildew infiltrate the choices and selections of moccasins, loafers and leather oxfords. perhaps he should try aΒ brogue pair or a nice set of ankle boots. heβs also conflicted by colorβ but alas, what is the point if he ruins them with water?Β βExcuse me.β he calls out to anyone whoβll listen. his tone is of pesky annoyanceβΒ βattendant?βΒ Β
shuffling to a walkway, or perhaps any open space, he asks,Β βI need something water proof.β he doesnβt know how to even begin to describe the recent plague upon his life, but he thinks the mess heβs created ( involuntarilyβ it may be stress induced at this point ) suffices.Β βSize 11 preferably no laces... they tend to fray...βΒ
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