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━ twisted fate

@krxjieun Kyungsoo walks in a fast pace down the corridor, pretending to know where he goes and each corner of the palace as if he’s been living there all of his life. He has always been good at hiding his intentions and keeping a poker face, so he supposes he can do that in this world as well. 

He’s been hearing rumours, people talking about the third princess, which he hasn’t set his eyes on ever since he woke up in his new body. One of the maids have been going around with clean robes, back and forth from the princess’s room, so he inquires about all that fuss. She bows her head when she sees him and he has to admit that he likes the power that he holds against those of lower status or hierarchy.

The princess is being groomed. In a few days, she will be sent to her soon-to-be husband. He is from a different city and the agreement is merely political, he understands, mainly made to reinforce the power of the current king. She is just a bargaining chip and he is feeling bad for her.

Something compels him to stand outside of her room after sending the maid away. He’s not there to calm her or to make her feel better, but maybe that’s exactly what he’s there to do. “Princess? May I be allowed to enter?”  

Confusion dawns upon those who have been betrayed by their surroundings, clouding their minds. Nothings seems to make sense anymore, but can you make sense of these?

The second riddle is here. For those participating in the event, your job is to answer correctly to each riddle and unlock the tasks & clues that will be behind it. Submit or answer on this post. The first one to answer correctly, will be given something that will be helpful for their quest later. To the one answering correctly, a clue will be given. Don’t forget to reply to it or use it as a plot to make your character advance in the game.

‘Old Moons’

@yoonaxkr

Jieun awoke to the blinding white light flooding through the pulled back curtains. She didn’t dare to move as she heard the steady footsteps move around. Jieun was sure she fell asleep last night in her own bed with the front door locked. This visitor was suggesting otherwise. She began to note other strange differences from how she fell asleep the night before.

The overwhelming scent of incense burning, the unfamiliar duvet covering her, and the strange feeling of dissociation from the body that was physically interacting with all of this. As the footsteps continued to grow further away from her bed, Jieun sprang up in bed cause the other to jump. There she saw a woman a few years older than herself trying to collect her startled self. She had dropped a pile of linens which she scrambled to recollect before bowing to Jieun, “Are you alright, Princess?” Her tone was clearly concerned.

Princess? Jieun slowly looked around at her surroundings. “Where am I?” She muttered absentmindedly. The woman piped up again, “You’re in your room, Princess Jisoo, are you sure you’re feeling alright. I can go fetch the medic. It will only take a minute.” The woman quickly bowed and exited the room.

Jieun sat in shock for a moment longer. Why was she being addressed as a princess? Who is Jisoo? Where was she? Jieun head began swimming with so many questions she felt a dizzy spell overcoming her.

Bounding to her feet, she ran out of the door that closed off the room. Jieun creeped around the hallways of the expansive house, falling into deeper confusion about what had happened to her. The low rumble of voices began to build from one of the corridors. Eye’s widening, Jieun chose the first room she saw and threw herself into it, shutting the door behind her.

Jieun turned to see another girl staring back at her. Quickly pushing herself against the door, she began to apologize profusely. “I didn’t mean to disturb you, I’m sorry I’m a little…lost”

the observation of the mudang...

@minseokxkr

>>                             Imperial Palace Dining Hall, 8:35 p.m.                              <<

To say she was terrified was an understatement. Although it had been hours since she had awoken in this dream, each moment felt less and less like a dream and more like reality and the thought panicked her. It didn’t help that she was hardly ever alone and many people kept poking and prodding, asking questions she couldn’t answer, and calling her by a name that was so old fashioned she wanted to giggle every time she heard it. 

Her day had started with her being woken up, “washed”, dressed, and led to various parts of the Palace to...sit. At first she was confused as to why everyone who walked into a room kept caressing her as they entered, the close proximity giving her just a glimpse into their emotions, her eyes glazing over, but it was too many people at once and the daze she felt receded and ushered in the pain so by the time it was dinner--she had perked up at the sound of that, surely she could have her meal in peace, only to be disappointed it wasn’t her dinner, but the royal family’s--Mihyun felt like she had been hit by a truck, or at least a horse drawn cart as she was lead to the dining hall. 

It was appropriately grand and excessively massive. Everywhere she looked there was decoration and colors so bright it made her feel dizzier and the damn headdress just made her neck cramp and her head hurt from the sheer size and weight of it. Then it started again, the people, only this time Mihyun recognized them from the few historical dramas she had seen: ministers. They chattered incessantly until a door was thrown open somewhere to her right--she couldn’t see much through the beads of her headdress--and the royal family was announced. 

Mihyun, annoyed, reached up and parted the beads to gaze upon the King, his wife, and the princes and princesses, unable to suppress the “woah” that issued from her lips. A hand reached out and slapped hers, causing Mihyun to hiss. Her gaze met the stern priestess who looked murderous and Mihyun choked back a retort, knowing she’d pay for it later. 

running bait || kjd&mh

@krxmihyun

People around him doesn’t seem to be helpful at all. They all look at him like he’s nuts once he starts talking and ask him to repeat himself twice and thrice when he adds a word they never heard off. He doesn’t understand nor does he understand some of the words they use as well but when he does, he recognises how archaic they are.  Maybe it’s the smell or the surroundings, but he seems to be assimilating that world as he walks down the street -- or path because there are no words and he wonders how they’d look at him if he tried to explain what those are. They travel on animals’ backs, on self-made carts pulled by donkeys or cattle and he has not seen a horse just yet. The friend who woke him up before stares at him when he gets annoyed with the lack of mobility around and asks for a horse then. Apparently, horses are only for nobility.

He plays the man’s game, asks for the year and the king’s name. He is told, but his brain takes time to process the information because he remembers reading those in history books. The theories start forming immediately in his head. He’s hallucinating; he probably is sick and dying somewhere and that is the result of a deadly fever that is making him delirious. That would explain a lot, but everything seems so real that he can’t find the flaws in what he thinks is a fantasy world.

“You need a priest”, the man says, mocking Jongdae’s despair, but soemthing actually clicks in his head and he stops on his tracks. “That’s it!” He utters as if the words made all the sense in the world. It’s probably weird, but he thinks he remembers something or there is this weird sensation when the suggestion is given. “Where do I find it?”

“She’s busy. And I thought you told me she got you into trouble?”

She? Jongdae tilts his head like a puppy and his newly found long locks follow his head’s movement. He doesn’t know where he’s getting into, but he is given an address that he has no idea how to find and another warning.  Somehow, he manages to only get lost twice and there are no guards in sight, so he didn’t have to run for his life just yet. He’s there, but he doesn’t know what to do so he claps outside to call whoever may be inside. He’s seen it in old movies and that feels historically accurate. He just hopes she’s around. 

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‘lullabies’

@krxsandara

zeus can’t even count the number of times he has fucked things up. in the whole of history, he’s fairly certain that he’s managed to ruin at least 98% of everything he’s ever even touched, so it’s no small surprise that he’s already messed up the situation between him and hera. not that there’s anything intensely emotional going on between the two of them ( or is there? maybe? no? he’s not sure—he never is, so what else is new ) but he doesn’t like when she’s angry with him. regardless of whether or not they could ever mean anything to each other again—persephone’s eyes and lips and laughter still ringing in the back of his mind—he still would rather not make an enemy of his…. former wife.

he comes to her apartment with his heart pounding in his chest, his cheeks burning, the guitar case firmly in his grasp. it’s a little rainy unfortunately, but he’s used to that by now and it shouldn’t interfere too much with his plan. it’s not pouring, just getting over a little sprinkle. he comes over to where he knows her window is, the first floor of the nanjin duplex and sniffles a little bit at the chill. autumn is setting in and trying to bite at his fingers. he ignores it and starts strumming the guitar. he’s never been super musically inclined, but he has always liked the guitar and been able to play a few tunes. this one is a lullaby, sweet and simple, but he sings it loud enough for the whole damn neighborhood to hear. including hera, wherever she is inside.

he knows she’s home, and she can’t hide forever.

                                                         — there’s a light at the end of the tunnel  ...

It ends just as it began: quietly. You can hear a strange bell in the distance, steps and a jingle of keys. Every room without exception is invaded by a blinding light that does not allow you to see your surroundings, but you feel an unexplainable tiredness and sleep taking over you. Eyes heavy, bodies fall onto the ground, you can’t feel the hand hovering over you, allowing your consciousness to go back. A mix of surreal images form in your mind, mix and turn into what you may remember as the weirdest dream you’ve ever had in your life. A door opens. It’s an inviting exit which you will take, whether you want or not and when the door closes behind you, there is the echo of a laughter in the distance. You are free.

Your muses have finally been released from their collective dream. After the last piece of the puzzle was found, the riddle was deemed solved and the white rabbit “found”. No, no one saw a little white bunny hopping around, but who knows, maybe  the white rabbit stood for something else... ~

IC wise, your muses will wake up exactly where they fell asleep (supposedly in their beds if that’s where they were when they went to sleep). Time seems to have passed normally as if all that happened was nothing but a very strange dream. They would however, have thought that, except all the bruises and injuries sustained during their ‘dream’ are very real and much more painful now that they are fully conscious. 

OOC wise, we ask that you don’t start any new event threads after this point, however you are allowed to continue with your ongoing event threads if you want, of course. Thank you all for the participation and for all the wonderful threads and solos throughout the event and to all its appointed tasks! You guys made this event a true success! ~

;Lured

continuation of: Crystallized

What did I do to deserve this? Mark could have sworn he said the words out loud, if it weren’t for the thread tightly hugging his lips, stained with blood and not even bothered to be knotted at one end. They must taste like rust, but this was not for him to know because his tongue was swollen and numb, and never in his life did he felt like his mouth was this crowded. Despite being light headed, the man’s head pounded and felt like exploding the moment it touches anything. It does not help that even if his neck was completely upright and he was not leaning on anything, it felt like he was hanged upside down and all his blood is clotting in his brain.

When Mark finally took in the image of his surroundings, he realized that he never had his eyes closed in the first place. They were unfocused and all over the place, but they never closed, even once. Mark found this disturbing, along with the fact that he was bound to a chair. He also noticed that despite being in a room, his back is slowly-from the top- is feeling a breeze, but that’s a story for another time.

His chest was puffed out like a robin, painted red not because of feathers but because of the dripping blood from the lousy stitches across his face, or maybe he vomited blood? He can’t recall at all. His arms are hanging behind him in a way that his left arm was sewed on top of his left, making him unable to move them at all.

Like two pieces of chalk against a board, Mark felt his eyeballs screech against something as he tries his best to look at his feet. Failing miserably, the man could only make an unintelligent sound when the pain at the back of his head became unbearable, as if his brain was on a riot and pushing his eyes out of his skull, it was as if every cell in his body was full of hatred and decided to rebel against him. It was wise for him to give up looking at his feet that he can’t move anyways. Instead of ripping his head from his shoulders, Mark decided to infer his feet’s condition by feel and boy was he wrong to do this. He decided to wiggle his toes and immediately stops because every time he does, his muscles felt like tearing apart, his legs unable to move just like the sewn arms behind him. His thighs and legs were glued to each other, with only the now familiar lousy thread hugging them, drenched in crimson blood.

Bloody fucking hell.

He stayed still for what seemed like hours, or even days. The stitches were becoming more and more infected eating away his flesh and the thread that hugged him was slowly rotting in time, until what was left was his bare skin and holes of what can only be described as hideous hollow wounds. Mark still can’t move his body, and his head is still on a mission of making his life a living hell, but he now can tolerate the screeching pain whenever he moves his gaze from one point to another.

It felt like a week when Mark finally took notice of the slither of light in front of him. The room was always pitch black so he always assumed that there was not a way out, but now he can see that he was just sitting across a door, and the said door is now slightly open, welcoming a warm blinding light. It’s now or never Tuan, it’s now or never. Mark repeated to himself in a chant, a voice unheard but at the same time ringing loudly inside his head and echoing all over his body. Basking himself in the newly found adrenaline, Mark rips his right leg off the floor, then his left one, following it with both of his arms. The adrenaline gave him strength and courage, but adrenaline is not morphine. It did not sugarcoat the pain of tearing tissues, making Mark shout in a mixture of terror and pain. He ran with all his might, every movement bearing pain that came at him like thousand papercuts and the breeze on his back was already felt until the base of his spine.

Mark’s eyes shot open, his breathing was uneven and puffs of smoke ghosts every time he exhales. He found himself laid on his stomach, his right arm stretched in front of him as if reaching for something. It was still freezing cold and it felt like everything that is exposed was peeling off, as the pain from the previous hallucination still has not gone away. “That is definitely in the top 5 for being the worst one”, he commented, savoring every vibration of his voice as if it was a lover he has not seen since the second world war. Mark carefully pushes himself up for his arms felt like shattering in the slightest force put into them and his jell-o legs did not help.

The memories of what seemed a century ago (but was actually few hours? Minutes? Who knows) came flooding back into Mark’s mind, a series of events that felt like a paradise compared to what he experienced while his physical body was frozen. With the temperature slowly rising to normal, Mark curses his past self for even thinking that anything will not try to kill him in his hallucinations.  Fucking egg, followed by a string of profanities that would make a nun cry when heard.

The pain was almost gone when he finally arrived in a place that was in proportion of his size because that damn house and its big-ass furniture felt like it gave Mark abs just by trying to get out of it. “OH THANK GOD”, the man exclaimed at the sofa that was beautifully in the center of the living room, as if it was made for him. He then continued to whisper compliments to it as he lay down just as a man would do to his wife after a nightlong of making love.

He was falling asleep when he noticed that the center table had a drawer and the cat inside Mark whispered honey into his brain again, taking control of his body and instinctively opening it, only to shout “Aw hell no” lace with a series of fuck you’s and not again’s. This was because inside the drawer was an egg, similar to the one that welcomed him in this hell hole and to the one that burned his eyes and froze him rock solid.

He tried to sleep it off, believe me, he did. But of course, Mark Tuan just have to be 20% reason and 80% instinct. He grabbed the egg container and opened it, remembering to curse his stupid ass now for he might be dead later. He was ready for death, for the temperature to drop, for a flood, for a fucking alien invasion to happen, but instead, he was met by a jigsaw piece. He took it, surprising himself how disappointed he felt, and plastered a childish smile across his face as he takes out the only thing in his pocket (the note from the 2nd egg got wet and torn).

It started from the pit of his stomach, then it boiled until the fumes rose and went to his lungs, and before long Mark was breathing it in and out of his system. The whole nightmare was actually one massive game.

Mark lived and is willing to die for games.

> surprise!

@krxjieun

continued from >looking down

the minute jimin hit the ground he feels his forearm shatter, and hears a girl. he’s in too much pain to comprehend anything the girl is trying to say, but thank god his arm was the only thing that hurt so badly. the impact knocks the breath out of his lungs and he can barely scream, only letting out a small exclamation before rolling off his arm and onto his back. he’s trying to blink away the stars slowly clouding his vision, but it’s no use as once the stars disappear, his vision goes black.

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S i n k i n g

@krtaemin

Everything turned upside down in a blink of an eye. She had been now trailing through that endless maze for what seemed an hour and she only stopped once, when her eyes contemplated a very familiar thunderstorm miles away. She froze in her place as she watched with disbelief. This is a dream, he's not here, he cannot be here. She shook her head, still deciding to investigate whatever was beyond those lightnings and thunders. The walls that led the way were too smooth and trimmed for her to be able to climb them, annoyed at every turn and outraged at every dead end. Until she finally managed to be closer to the nature show and she slowly peeked at the end of the wall, her eyes widening when she saw his figure. 

Taemin... Zeus....  She dashed to hide herself, repeating words of skepticism as her body slide to make herself sit against the wall. If this was a dream, well it had to be a dream since it was the only logical explanation behind this messed up situation. Yuju had never dream, not after Hecate awakened and yet, she wasn’t surprised to find him in her very first dream. Her mind rushed to find a way to make sense in any of that, still an illusion, she wasn’t able to face him so suddenly and it was only with the brief sight of a sparkle of light in the distance that she manages to calm slightly. 

Yuju turns into a stand by mode, being focused on the little odd shaped object behind of the rusty door she had completely missed. She goes closer and closer and her eyes recognize the object as an egg. Her hands reach for it but yet her feet feel like sinking through the floor and her voice fails her to speak but she vocalizes a panicked echo, followed by screams as she tries to find a way to stop her body from getting swallowed.

Confusion dawns upon those who have been betrayed by their surroundings, clouding their minds. Nothings seems to make sense anymore, but can you make sense of these?

The first riddle is here. For those participating in the event, your job is to answer correctly to each riddle and unlock the tasks & clues that will be behind it. Submit or answer on this post. The first one to answer correctly, will be given something that will be helpful for their quest later. 

{ the riddle sounds frighteningly impossible, like something out of some fairy tale or an impossible reality yet, look around, nothing makes much sense there, does it? the improbable and the impossible walk hand in hand and even what is surreal can’t be questioned. you have never felt like this, heavy and anguished. as the minutes pass, it only gets worse, as if something in you is breaking, as if something is being taken from you. time runs against you and as the clock’s arm slowly goes over the number three, what was once a beautiful gift, becomes a curse. beware of what you touch, little lady, for during the next hour your hands will cause nothing but pain and death and as flowers wither in your hands and in your wake, so will other lives … }

These words don’t taste right existing on her lips.

“your hands will cause nothing but pain and death”

She keeps skimming those letters, hoping the order will change. It can’t just make her capable of that, can it? Her knees meet the icy ground, but no part of her reacts. Nothing can, she’s too busy trying to fully comprehend the likelihood of the eggs note. As if on cue the edges of the note begin to fade to a dark brown color. Jieun lets the paper float to the ground in front of her and charred edges begin to chip away from the sheet. So, again, she picks it up with her nimble fingers. More speed takes to destroying the paper and the slip begins writhing in her hand till every word turns crisp and falls away to ash.

She stares at the ghost of what her hands held being whisked away, unable to sort out the pit settling in her stomach. It began crushing Jieun until she thought she might as well fall through the earth itself. Her hands began to feel discolored. Her mind tries to catalogue every negative response but they’re in rapid fire and she can’t keep up, so instead everything shuts down. Far too steadily, she rose and began to walk. It was the only thing her body knew to do at that point because, although each and every step got heavier, it felt better than the piercing feeling of staying still.  

Then her landscape began to shift. Dizzying colors began to speckle the sickening landscape ahead and Jieun found herself walking directly into a field of flowers. She smiled, a sort of crooked smirk that her eye’s clearly didn’t feel, anticipating the healing effects a blooming spring brought upon her regularly. Slowly, she lowered herself amongst the flowers, removing her mind from the reality of the situation and reaching out her ruinous hands for a blooming blue hydrangea. The soft petals played at her fingertips momentarily. Jieun’s breath shallowed as her hands began to involuntarily tear the vibrant color away from its owner. She watched, emotionless, as it greyed and sunk to an unrecognizable muddle of decay.

Bewitched, she grasped another flower only to watch it match the last ones fate. Again and again, Jieun stole flowers from the garden only to watch each one die quicker than the last. Every pigment stained her hands but the colors no longer held beauty in her eyes. Each stem began to sting and it wasn’t until a cool crimson blood began trickling down her right thumb that she would stop picking.

Looking down at her hands all she saw was a cacophony of destruction painted onto her palms. Jieun started clawing at her neck only to feel the burn of her own fingers imprinting themselves all over her soft skin. Nothing in her was able to scream or cry so she began to laugh, just loud enough to hear her lungs pull and push air - just to make sure this was real. Digging her fingernails into the heel of her hands, Jieun began wishing for them to just disappear altogether. If she was plagued with killing flowers whose to say this destruction wouldn’t end any other life. If Jieun could not gift life there was no meaning to her own.

It began as a slow scratch, building in pressure as she tried frantically to tear away her own skin.

over and over again...

@krxsandara

>>                                Allure Nightclub, 10:15 p.m.                                           <<

Mihyun shifted her glass slightly as someone squeezed beside her from her perch at the bar to order a drink automatically. Once again, she had volunteered to spend time with one of her co-workers outside of work because she felt something. Was it only women who made her feel this way? Did she need to re-evaluate her life? What if Eve was right, and she had confessed? Mihyun sighed and took another swig, nose curling from the bitter taste of the beer. 

She didn’t like it. It was too fancy for her cheap tastebuds to handle, or maybe the drinks here were just over priced...Mihyun didn’t care as long as it continued to dull the throbbing headache and keep her irritation at bay. The person grabbed and paid for their drink and moved away revealing the newest dating specialist at Magical Arrangements, Sandara Park. Much like Eve and Dahyeon, the woman was stylish, but in a chic way that was more muted and mature, which was an odd feeling to have towards a woman who wasn’t that much older than her. Mihyun waved her glass a little to get her attention. 

“Where did you go to school again?” Mihyun asked, since the answer was drowned out by the thumping music that reverberated through her chest.