kibounovaiorin | (no subject)

Maybe one day. Maybe never.

[well, time to put his business stuff on hold]

Enter.

[ Despite the casualness of her texts, Madsen's at least polite enough to wait until he gives her the go-ahead to actually open the door, giving a small wave before shutting it behind her. ]

You know, it's sad when the one who was called a hardass in her old squad is the one telling someone to loosen up.

[she has manners, he will give her that]

What has the world come to?

[he gets up from his chair and gestures to take seat on one of the sofas while he sits opposite of her]

You said you had questions?

Great fucking question.

[ She takes a seat, though surprisingly she doesn't sprawl out or slump, back ramrod straight before she crosses her arms. Old habits. ]

A few. Granted I'm not sure if it'll work, but I'd rather at least try to see if I can get any more insight into ... this.

[ She lifts a hand up, flames dancing around it for a moment while her eyes flash gold before the flame's snuffed out. ]

When did you find out you weren't ... y'know.

[he looks at the flames dancing around her hand, face neutral as he stares before looking up at her eyes, seeing the change from gold back to it’s natural color.

taeseok remains silent, unsure whether he should tell her. it’s clear she’s just as confused as he is about what they are, seeking answers from any source they can find.

he won’t be much help to her and vice versa but he can take comfort in knowing he’s no longer alone]

When I was a child. My powers awoken as I slept. I woke up to find the home I was living in on fire and the family burned alive.

[he remains emotionless, refusing to show the pain that night still causes him but he can’t stop the way his hands are shaking on his lap]

[ She watches him intently, the good humor from before already melted away into rapt attention, brows furrowed slightly. When he's done talking, she lowers her gaze slightly, frowning. ]

... I'm sorry.

I can say my case wasn't as tragic in that regard. I've known I've had powers since I've been a kid, it's a bloodline trait on my dad's side. But the other half of it ...

[ She almost slumps over, but immediately catches herself in the motion and straightens up, hands in her lap, though her hands are nearly white-knuckled in the process. ]

You're technically talking to a dead girl walking. Only reason why I'm even still here is because my partner saw to it. Though I doubt his intent was to cause me to become not completely human anymore.

Don't be.

[he can't help the small smile forming on face when he notices how she tries to sit proper]

If you want to sit comfortably, go right ahead.

[he gets up from his seat and heads over to where his alcohol is stored, grabbing a bottle of whiskey and two glasses before returning, pouring some in each]

At least you know where your abilities come from. I don't. It took years for me to figure out what I can do and how to control my powers.

[ There's a few seconds pause before she relaxes, frowning still - she's sprawling out a little as she rests an elbow on the armrest, tapping her fingers against her cheek. ]

You don't have any ideas?

No. The only lead I have is a young college boy by the name of Kiyong whom I briefly bumped into while in America. Whether he has the answers I'm looking for, that remains to be seen.

It's worth a shot. What was it about him that's got you so sure he might have leads?

[ Madsen takes one of the glasses before sitting back down, crossing her legs. ]

My powers were reacting to him. Something it has never done before.

[he lets out a big sigh]

Approaching him without scaring him off is going to be difficult.

... fair point, that's usually a good reason to have a sneaking suspicion.

[ She stares down her glass for a moment, swirling the whiskey in it before taking a quick sip. ]

I take it the reaction your powers had freaked him out a little bit?

No, I took control of it before he or anyone else in the vicinity took notice. I was nothing more than a random person he bumped into.

[he takes a sip from his glass]

It's tiring not knowing what you are and even with a lead, it feels like I'm not any step closer.

Well, it doesn't help when you don't actually approach the guy, either.

[ She gives him a look over her own glass, raising an eyebrow. ]

Though, now that I think on it, I might be able to help out a bit too. Or at least get you in contact with someone who might know. Hell, you two would probably even get along well, you both act alike.

He's a young student and from what information I was given, naive to a fault.

[he sees that woman and raises his own in return]

One, who exactly is this person you want me to meet? Two, keep hanging around people like me and I'm going to start to think you have a type.

... okay fair point, you'd probably scare the kid.

[ :) ]

My boss. Also happens to be my old partner's younger brother. Honestly, if there's any kind of connection you have to being something like us? He'll know.

[ After all, it was through Amadi that she's at least starting to figure things out, as vague as he liked being some days. ]

And trust me, it's not like I try seeking out you grumpy assholes, you just seem to come to me most of the time. My type's more tall, dark and snarky. Difference, because they actually have senses of humor.

[:|]

I would hope so. I will take any clue or lead given to me.

[he can't help but chuckle]

Maybe you're a magnet for grumpy assholes which I take offense to by the way. Though I wonder. Is there someone who fits that bill or do I need to help you find your perfect man?

It's worth a shot, at least.

[ Madsen rolls her head back and lets out a groan. ]

Only speaking the truth! Also no, I don't need to add you to the list of people who need to stay out of my dating life.

[ She looks back to him with a halfhearted glare ]

Or lack thereof. I'm fine being single.

Give me his contact information or I can give you mine and you can hand that to him. Whichever way will work best for you.

[alright, now he's laughing]

Very well. Though I guess to be fair, I am probably not the best choice to help you find a boyfriend. I don't have much experience in the dating field.

Give me what contact info you're comfortable with. I've got to head back there later anyway, and if you try contacting him, can't guarantee he'll call back. It'll be easier this way.

[ She runs a hand through her hair briefly before lounging back again, taking another sip. ]

Honestly the only upside is that I know you wouldn't be half as obnoxious about it as some of the others I know. Either way, appreciate that you're staying out of it.

Fine by me. I'll give you the necessary information before you leave.

And why would I? What happens in your dating life is your business. The only thing I can hope is that you make good choices.

[ Madsen gives a sardonic grin, free hand tapping her temple now instead while she recrosses her legs. ]

You'd think that would be enough to keep some people from meddling in it, but nah. I get their worry to a point - I'll admit I throw myself into my work more times than not - and they want me to be happy, but ...

[ She shrugs. ]

I think figuring out just what exactly all came with this is more important. I don't want people to get hurt because of me. Kinda goes against my whole job anyway.

[god, he wants to laugh because he gets her, understands where she is coming from.

whether or not if heʼs immortal is something he doesnʼt know. what he does know is that he has a long, long lifespan so getting involved with a human will only end in sadness. not that he wants to but even if he got with someone who can live just as long as him, what guarantee does he have that he wonʼt hurt them? he doesnʼt know what he is. he has control of what abilities heʼs aware of but is there more he doesnʼt know of yet?

one thing is for sure, he doesnʼt want a repeat of that night]

Ever tried telling them you have a "boyfriend"?

Tried once. Fuckers doubled down. And I panicked.

[ She slumps forward, shaking her head before sipping the glass and knocking the rest of the whiskey back. ]

So that ... kinda isn't gonna work.

[he grabs the bottle of whiskey and pours more into her glass. meanwhile, he’s drinking his slowly]

Should’ve figured. Thinking about it now, it doesn’t really have a high success rate, does it?