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unmiso:

 “if i may ask,” looking him in the eye, miso began to speak, her voice calm. “why is your korean pronunciation so.. bad ? it’s just really bugging me, not to be rude or anything.”

immediately after slumping into the little chair, kousei contented himself with examining the table. his mind had immediately jumped to the worst possible scenario if he kept his head up - accidental eye contact with a stranger, who would find it offensive for a reason kousei couldn’t fathom, and then he would be attacked, or something, and die an awful death right here on the street, even before he got the chance to try the dish he’d ordered. the more logical parts of him knew that this sort of thing happening to him was next to impossible, but he was not in the mood for it no matter how unlikely, so he kept his eyes on the table’s smooth but slightly stained surface.

kousei brought a hand up to rub at his eyes, feeling suddenly uncomfortable. watched, almost. 

plop.

there was a plate of barely-eaten kimbap across the table. a steaming cup of tea. a pair of hands.

he looked up, slowly, finding himself face to face with a girl. she looked young, but in the big-eyed kind of way that made her age hard to guess. there was a determination in her face that was a little intimidating. 

she was speaking to him.

he took what she said as quickly as he could, mind going from korean to japanese and back again. there was a word at the end there he didnt really know, but he got the general gist of her question. “uh,” he began, then faltered, not finding the right words. “i’ve only been here, um, korea, for three weeks?” in case he was saying the words wrong, he held up three of his fingers, holding that hand with his other, and said in his japanese, “three weeks.” at the very least that should get the point across.

proper enunciation.

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off duty.

@unsua

even approaching sundown mudang-ri was full of life.  hundreds of wizards and witches moved from store to store, completing their final errands of the day, enchanted lanterns floating overhead keeping the darkness at bay.  the entirety of wizarding seoul had been unusually busy today, as if the same urge to be as productive as possible had struck the city all at once.  

for kousei, who was now primarily handling small tasks at the front of the shop, such as organizing the inventory and keeping records of the wands needing to be repaired, this demanded as much energy as he could give.  the store had finally closed its doors, so he slunk out the back to avoid the masses.  he’d seen too many people today, had to talk to too many people.  at this point, he wasn’t even sure if he wanted dinner.  

for a moment, he sat there on the stoop, cradling his head in his hands.  even this usually abandoned back alley was seeing some foot traffic, the few who didn’t want to have to fight their way through the near-chaos of mudang-ri.  as kousei sat there, letting the ache standing on his feet all day melt into the concrete he was sitting on, a peculiar but specific feeling crawled up the back of his neck - he felt like he was being watched.  he shook it off, at first.  this sort of hyper-awareness used to appear whenever he was feeling self-concious, and he knew from experience that usually, there wasn’t even anyone looking his way.  but this time the feeling persisted. he raised his head, slowly, and began to search the street for the person who must have been staring at him.

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guidebook.

@unyohan

an aggressive sneeze bursts out of kousei, echoing throughout the empty shop and disturbing the fine layer of dust covering the shelves upon shelves of wands waiting to find their wizards.  his mentor of the moment, an ancient wizard currently holed up in the back of the shop, banged on the door.  “excuse me, sorry!”  kousei replied, whispering a simple charm right after so his voice would carry to the old man’s ears.  korea’s wandmaker was a stickler for proper manners, habits kousei had admittedly let die during his travels.

at least he had something to look forward to today.  the wandmaker’s grandson, yangheon (or something along those lines, kousei hadn’t quite caught the name) was supposed to be coming around soon to both relieve kousei of his shop-watching duties and provide a tour of wizarding seoul.  mudang-ri, at the very least.  kousei was excited to meet him, excited to have someone who could possibly be a friend.  he wondered what the wandmaker’s grandson would look like - would he hold the same traditional values as the wandmaker himself?  would he be the exact opposite?  kousei hoped they could get along, no matter what.  worst case scenario, he was one of those extremists customers gossiped about, and in that case kousei wasn’t sure what he would do.

no matter what the wandmaker’s grandson was like, the waiting was killing kousei.  the shop had been empty all day.  he glanced at the clock on the wall.  ten minutes ‘til he was scheduled to arrive.  this was going to feel like forever.  more than anything, kousei hoped the wandmaker’s grandson was the type to show up early.

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proper enunciation.

@unmiso​

after a while, seoul doesn’t feel all that foreign, but this only makes its differences from tokyo all the more arresting.  something in the air is just a little off, the heartbeat of the city always just a second slower than what kousei expects — even a year around the world and he can’t help but compare.  the greatest difference is the look of the city itself, wizarding seoul stone and ancient where all of tokyo is ever-shinier.  for a moment kousei will close his eyes, and he’s so close to home he can almost fool himself into thinking he is, only for a rapidfire sentence in korean to catch his ear and bring him back to reality.

he can’t say he’s disappointed, though.  there’s plenty of cheap food right near the wand shop, so he never has to stray far.  he’s grown fond of a particular street vendor who’s managed to gain enough control of the street to lay out a small army of plastic tables and chairs.  it had taken awhile for the vendor to figure out what kousei was trying to order, when he’d first found the place. now he only has to wave and take a seat for the vendor to begin preparing his meal, a relief for the both of them. 

it’s a nice touch of familiarity kousei can really appreciate, but today he’s feeling adventurous and wants to try something else on the menu.  he pauses in front of the stall, staring down the hangul.  he really shouldn’t feel this intimidated by an alphabet, but here he is.  thankfully, there’s pictures accompanying the words — a new beef dish is sizzling in the most appealing way, but he has no idea how to pronounce its name, the combination of consonants and vowels not one he’s encountered before.  he doesn’t want to resort to pointing, but he’s not in the mood to embarrass himself, either.

he swallows his pride, and extends a finger.  “can i get, uh, that? that one?”  even this is rough, his pronunciation shaky and accented.  he thinks it’s passable, though, because the vendor only raises an eyebrow and nods.  kousei sighs, thankful, and places the appropriate change in the vendor’s outstretched palm before finding himself an empty table.

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this is just me jumping on the wizard chess train!! yall know what to do !! capping at three-ish, maybe more? also expect these back in around two days because i’m traveling tomorrow!! pls send me some names tho

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hey yall!! im evey n this is fukui kousei, the apprentice of the japanese wandmaker. uhh he's basically in korea to learn the language and some tips from the korean wandmaker in order to become a full-fledged wandmaker himself (check out his bio here for more detail) but he just ended up in korea at a very unlucky time. he rlly doesn’t want to get hurt n he’s just a friendly kid tryna find his place in the world. anyway, i'd love to plot with everyone so !! there's some of that under the cut! i've got a profile/basics page over here and feel free to like this or shoot a message my way n we can get on our way!!

so kousei is new to korea and maybe there’s someone the korean wandmaker got (probably someone his age who could b his friend??) to give him a tour of seoul and keep him company??

or if ur character is also involved w/ the wandmaking business pls let’s plot something (i promise i will go through bios and check this myself asap)

there’s the possibility that someone from one of the big 4 families/other upperclass pure bloods could have known him from the past/childhood bc his family/niche would be pretty well known

maybe ur muse is just really curious about the world and comes to interrogate him about what he’s seen on his travels!!

he’s a neutral party, so a really Passionate muse could come and try to convert him to one side or the other and just make him Nervous

he does have his own set of beliefs tho (he’s all about that casual equality) so if your muse can dig it out of him their points of view can be a bonding point or source for an argument

he just needs friends, enemies, (romance??) the usual connections

dramatic plots / plots that could logically keep him in korea longer are also really wanted!!

but anything is good just tell me ur ideas if u have anything!!

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i’m asking my hands to turn into midnight, into timber, carefully carved out cliffside, i don’t wanna hurt anyone, i don’t wanna run. at sunset i get graceless, my body hurting like a snow fall & making ugly shapes. nothing gets remembered, i paw at the dirt & hear myself howling, the neighbours tremble kindly at my fear. early morning touches my face like a burn, i apologize profusely. every shard of sun revelatory; it says forgiveness is arbitrary, what we do to ourselves doesn’t matter.

SPECIFIC AFFLICTION / agooduniverse (via agooduniverse)

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