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Oh sweet, she said she’d love to.
Love to!
“Okay, see you in two hours then.” Except he wasn’t really going to leave and instead, would spend his waiting time chatting with the old man who owned the repair shop.
Uncle approved of the date, and only warned him to return Basil home at an appropriate time, to which Gale agreed to.
“Do you think she knows it is a date?” Now that the excitement of having gotten the yes was beginning to fade, Gale thought of a point of concern. Basil had answered too quickly…too easily…did she even know he was asking her out instead of this being one of their usual hang outs? “Is Basil usually sharp about this type of thing?” The old man shook his head in response to Gale’s question. It made sense, because for as long as they knew each other, Gale wasn’t sure if Basil actually properly dated.
Oh boy, maybe he’d need to hammer in his message, but that can wait until later.
Two hours passed and Basil was really to go. Gale stepped up to greet her and presented a gift - a bracelet made out of grass and flowers. He got bored near the end of the two hour wait and started making something. Like all of his other DIY projects, the bracelet was sort of crooked and questionable looking, but it was the thought that count.
Basil was able to leave her shift an hour early after being shooed away by her old boss who overheard the entire exchange and whose gruff and proud smile made her incredibly flustered as she rushed upstairs to get ready. For some reason she was...very nervous for the evening. Which she wasn’t too sure why given the fact that they’ve spent plenty of time together outside her work place before in the past.
But...for some reason tonight felt different...in a way she was almost too spared to think about.
After showering the grime and grease of the day off her body, she found herself staring at her closet, hands on hip, and a scowl on her face. Spending so much of her time in the garage didn’t really provide her ample opportunities to build up a fancy wardrobe, which consisted mostly of jeans, hoodies, and t-shirts. With a frown that looked suspiciously like a pout, she dug through the dregs of her sad closet until she found...something. Clothes she had once borrowed from a friend and never returned but would suit her purposes for this evening.
Basil finished getting ready, feelings the nerves returning as she locked her door behind her and descended the staircase--a part of her feeling.....almost shy. Which was a feeling she was not used too, and quickly shook off with a grin as she rushed towards her friend who had been waiting patiently for her.
“Sorry for taking so long.” She apologized as she stopped in front of Gale, eyes drifting to the DIY bracelet in his hand, “Pretty! Is that for me?”
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U1 Muse intro:
Hello Hello!
Better late than never, eh?
For this universe I’m so excited to switch my fc to the lovely hwasa!! I can’t wait to plot with everyone.
Here are some background details about her..
Name: Kim Minji
Alias: Queen B
Background: Both of her parents were prominent members of the mafia. Her dad, a well trusted hit-men and her mother, a spy. But she never really cared about what her parents got up to, because as a little girl all she cared about was computers. She was good at them too, and her parents, realizing they had a little prodigy on their hands, encouraged (forced..) her to hack their enemies..and eventually their boss. You see, her parents wanted out. But leaving a Mafia family was...not something you did. So they thought the next best thing would be to steal as much money as they could and then flee--but their plan failed and they were soon slaughtered in front of Minji’s very eyes. She was 10. Instead of killing her though, her parents former boss decided to recruit her and exploited her talents. Having no choice---she agreed. She would spend the next 10 years becoming more talented in computers and hacking...and more dangerous as well. At 14, she started working as a honey pot spy/assassin, and grew a reputation as being a ruthless, borderline sadistic killer who had gained the trust and favour of the boss.
However, what he failed to realize is that her loyalty never belonged to him. Killing her parents filled her with a lust for rage and a need for revenge and she had carefully, and meticulously planned her revenge. Weaponizing her sexuality to gain supporters and loyalty, she waited until just after her 20th birthday before exacting her revenge, Killing her former boss and executing the old loyal crew.
She was now...the new boss...and the world shivered in fear.
Minji was effective too, and build an empire on-top a pile of bones.
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What can I do because I’m loney? I even swallowed my hatred. I don’t have the strength to be angry and I don’t have the time.
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warmth✮
the way she perks up at the mention of food doesn’t fail to make him laugh, shaking his head slightly in amusement. daeho can definitely understand having a long day at work, although he also have an inkling of why she’s scowling as she is. “oh no, what happened?” he asks. her old man’s probably messing with her again at work, or maybe basil was borderline overworking again so she’s been kicked out. either way, when it comes down to it, they’re both rather cute, if he’s going to be honest. they’re both good people, too. it’s one of the many reasons why he likes them.
“mango chicken does sound good,” daeho comments with a smile as he locks the doors, turns around and pulls the apron off with a relieved sigh, he’s officially off duty. “i think we have enough ingredients to make you a decent mango chicken dinner. i’ll just go change, tidy up a bit and then we can go?” he says, already on his way to the back of the cafe to where he the lockers are. he changes out of his work clothes, tells a few of the staff on closing duty goodbye and walks back to where basil is.
“shall we?” he asks as he waves over at basil. “mom went home early today, too. you guys can chill while i prepare dinner? you both need some time to relax.”
His question caused her to let loose a loud groan, verging on a whine as she rested her head on the table dramatically. “Old man thought it would be cute to test my skills on this impossible engine. Rusted to all hell and looking like it hadn’t seen the light of day since 1960. He wanted me to get it up and running.” She ranted, pouting at him--not admitting that she was looking for sympathy for being a bully victim, but her pouting and deliberate doe eyes gave her away, all the time.
“Yes! This is why you’re my favourite.” Basil grinned, jumping up, and heading to the door--waiting for her friend to do his usual closing routine. Well used to this routine as she had demanded food from him plenty of times in the past that it was commonplace to her by now.
“How is she doing? Not working too hard I hope?” Daeho’s mother was an angel of a women. But she always worked so hard that it worried Basil. Hopefully she’d be able to relax this evening. “You’re such a filial Son~”
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Destruction;
The sun was shining when the world ended. Basil remembered it clearly because Chromos had a period of rainy weather just prior to the event, so when she woke up to clear skies and a bright sun, she knew it would be a great day...or so she thought.
Honestly, looking back at it, nothing really stood out as different or strange about the day. She woke up at 6am sharp, stumbling into her small kitchenette to start the coffee machine as she prepares herself for another day of puzzle solving and car repairs. The shop opened at 8am sharp, and it was 8:05am when she stumbled her way down the old wooden stairs, hair pulled back and wearing her cleanest pair of overalls, as she greeted her boss with a grunt.
Her plan for the day had been simple: work till 6pm, head over to Daeho’s place to pout until she was fed, then head over to Gale’s to watch the sunset. It had been a perfect plan for an otherwise normal day.
....how she wished she could turn back time.
It was about mid day into her shift, and the old man had sent her on a hunt for food. Basil had made a point to grumble under her breath, but grabbed the offered cash and left with a small huff--the old man’s chuckles ringing free behind her.
..The darkness is what surprised her first. When she had woken up the sun had been shining and no clouds were un the sky--but only a short few hours later the sky was covered in a dark cloud, How odd...the forecast didn’t predict rain.
She had made it half way down the street when a giant force hit her, causing her to fly back into a parked car. The last thing she remembered was her eye sight going blurry...and then nothing.
The world was different when she woke up gasping for air and in a panic. Afterwards recognizing the pain in her ribs and arm--but it was an afterthought compared to the devastation in front of her once her head cleared enough to take in her surroundings.
Somehow she was able to stand up, body slumping against the car with the exertion, but she couldn’t...wouldn’t rest. She needed to make sure her boss was ok. The grumpy old man who took a snivelling brat into care when she had no where else to go after aging out of care. ....He had to be okay.
Every step felt like death she slowly and painfully made her back back towards the shop, getting closer and closer until the sight of the building caused her to stop. Eyes widening in horror as she took in the destruction around her, “No....This can’t be happening.” She whimpered, stumbling into the shop.
“Old Man!!!” She yelled, tripping over debris as she made her way through the rubble, searching desperately for any signs he was still alive, desperately holding onto hope, until she spotted the blood and gore.
.....She always was a bit of a naive thing.
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Letting go of things was hard for Gale. He still had his plush animal (only one, because he was loyal to Monsieur Beary) and worn out blanket from his childhood days. “I’ll stop riding it after this final repair.” With great heaviness weighing down his heart, he resigned to his fate. The bike may join Monsieur Beary and his blanket in the attic, where they would be kept safe and comfortable in retirement.
“There’s actually another thing I wanted to ask you.” And that was the difficult part of this visit. See, Gale had been thinking about this for a while now and the chat with Kiha gave him the push he needed to actually shoot his shot. That said, exactly how he would approach this topic was still something to struggle over.
He wished he could be calm and collected about it, but that simply wasn’t his personality. Sexy was also out of the window because…let’s face it, that smoothness was reserved for dramas and Gale was certain he’d screw it up. There were enough cringe worthy moments in his memory bank, no need to add another to it.
_Just follow my heart, right? _
Gale waited for Basil to look up from her work before putting on his usual smile - the one she should be very familiar with…the one she saw on his face the first time they met. Granted, he’d done a lot of growing up since then, but when you are raised in a world like Chromos, surrounded by love, your smile doesn’t change much. Same openness, same honest happiness.
“Want to go see a movie with me?” He revealed two tickets. “Today, after you are off work.”
“So stubborn.” Basil shook her head, exasperated at the other’s foolishness, though a fond smile peeked through her tough facade as she worked on his bike. Since he wasn’t going to stop riding it--she would do her best to make this death trap as safe as it could be, if only to give Gale’s bike the last hurrah it deserved. Just like that--30 minutes passed before she finished it, carefully putting her tools away and wiping off oil on her dirty coveralls.
“There we go. I did my best.” She stood up then, placing her hands on her hips as she eyed the bike critically, “The metal around the tires is almost completely rusted, so don’t go too fast, and avoid hills if possible.” She explained to Gale, making sure he understood the need to be safe, “If you act recklessly--you will injure yourself, so be careful, alright?”
Her voice drifted off once she took a good look at her friend--his bright smile almost enough to leave her speechless as she blinked owlishly at him. _What’s gotten into him? _Hiding her flushed face with a cough, instead she focused in on the movie tickets he held in his hands, “Ahh! I’d love to. It’s been awhile since I’ve been to the cinema.”
She smiled at the other boy brightly, before checking the time, “I’m off in an hour so give me....two hours?”
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∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹Breathe⊹ — U0
There were very few people that Kiha even let his guard down around, very few that he even allowed himself to care for really. Maybe it was due to the fact that his father taught him and his older brother not to trust too many people, especially not to trust others so easily, or maybe it was because he just preferred his social circle to be smaller, either way there were mainly two people he truly trusted enough to relax around. One of those people being Gale, his best friend who he had even gone to school with and often spent time with, the other being Basil who he was in fact someone that he felt the need to protect.
It was this reason, or at least one of the reasons at least, that Kiha had decided to teach her some combat skills, in case she ever needed to defend herself when he wasn’t around. Even though he had times where he would slack off during his own lessons with his father, he still paid attention enough to memorize certain things such as defending himself against another. Don’t get him wrong, just because he had a tendency of slacking off, he still was very capable of taking someone on easily if needed, he just preferred avoiding physical conflict as much as possible.
He stands there, meeting Basil’s gaze. “Try coming at me once again, this time try harder to attack me. Make sure that you don’t hesitate for even a split second.” His tone is stern as he speaks, different than his usual gentle and caring tone he uses with her and even Gale. Kiha positions himself, planting his feet firmly to the ground as he continues. “Pretend i’m a stranger who is trying to harm you. If I were actually someone else and you were to hesitate, well there’s a chance that they’ll kidnap you and all of this would be for nothing. Clear your mind, Basil and just focus on taking me down. Okay?” He says this before motioning for her to begin.
∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ @cr-amethyst ⊹
Basil never considered herself to be a fragile person. Growing up in the system, you learned to take care of yourself from very little. Protecting yourself from cruel words and hidden acts of violences commonplace amount the orphans as they all grew to adapt to a world that offered them no protection. Some of her peers finding strength in the Deity–though Basil never could prescribe to such strong devotion, the message given to her just another hidden mark on her toughened skin.
It was people who eventually softened her. Gale–with his unwavering kindness, waking feelings inside of her she didn’t dare name, Rue–an older sister figure who held her hand tight and never let go, Daeho and his mother–treating her like one of their own and enveloping her with kindness. Yes, in many ways Basil was blessed, and as she stood in front of Kiha who was determined to teach her physical resilience, she couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for her life.
Basil listened to his instructions, taking a breath in to centre herself as she mentally prepared herself to do what he asked–counting down in her head, feet sprinting towards him as the countdown finished. The only thing left on her mind was a desire to take him down, to protect herself–though she knew he’d never do anything to harm her. She moved her body into the poses previously practiced, swinging her leg up to kick him.
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interrogation
Basil had been over to this house many times over the years--ever since baby Gale found her forlorn on the side of the streets and invited her into his life. Part of her used to feel guilty at accepting his kindness, guilty and suspicious--as if suspecting that this kid, this gullible kid who could befriend a turtle if you left him alone long enough, had ulterior motives for approaching her. She grew out of this over the years as she got to know him. To the point that she no longer grew apprehensive when invited over to his house for supper.
..Though, it was slightly weird that the person who invited her wasn’t even at home at the moment.
Basil had arrived one hour after getting off shift, expecting to find a full house of people but instead the only person home had been Sil---which wasn’t exactly a bad thing. She liked Sil, and appreciated all the times he’s fed her treats and food in the past. But Basil has also never been alone with him before and it was...more than slightly awkward.
Drumming her fingers lightly against the countertop, as she glanced at the clock for the third time in 5 minutes, the silence awkward as she watched the older man move around the kitchen with a grace she couldn’t dream to replicate.
...She was going to kill gale for putting her in this situation
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working in a cafe has always been something daeho enjoys. people tell him it’s because he’s conditioned into it, “it’s your mother’s business, so of course you’re going to have to enjoy it!” was what they usually tell him, but really, there’s something fulfilling when he sees their patrons’ smile when they take that first sip of coffee, or when he hears their satisfied hum after that first bite of their cakes and bread. he’s a simple guy who enjoys the simple joys. people just tells him he’s weird.
daeho sends off their last customer for the day with a smile. it’s been a positively busy day for the cafe, and for that he’s really happy. still, the knots in his shoulders are starting to act up, and his legs are finally starting to hurt from standing for too long. he’s more than ready to call it a day, really, luckily, his mom tells him maybe they can close early for the day, much to his delight.
the bell on the door chimes a moment later that has him straightening up, revealing basil looking all pouty and adorable. daeho chuckles. “why the long face?” he asks, moving to unwrap the apron around his waist and walks towards the door to flip the store sign to closed. “mom said we can close early tonight. what do you want for dinner?”
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Basil adored working at the mechanics shop, she really did. The old man was the only person in town who took her seriously once she aged out of foster care and had to fend for herself, offering her a job and the spare flat over his business--despite the fact that she had no formal training in the field. She will forever be grateful for his generosity and compassion.
...But damn it if he wasn’t annoying as fuck.
He took great pleasure in assigning her the most difficult fix ups that came into the shop as a way of ‘teaching’ her. But in reality, he just stood back laughing to himself as he watched her struggle until having to let go of her pride to ask him for help. Which is exactly the situation Basil had found herself in today.
..Which was why she found herself stumbling into her favourite cafe after work, a scowl on her face as she sunk dramatically into one of the chairs, eyeing Daeho as she let out a long sigh, “long day at work, old geezer hates me.”
At the mention of food, she perked up a bit---some of her previous annoyance seeping away at the thought of a home cooked meal. “I would kill for some mango chicken.”
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He smiled, and then he pouted.
“I am also amazing, right?” It wasn’t fishing for a compliment, but a blatant demand. Gale loved it when people complimented Sil, but when it came to Basil, he wanted to hear her praise him instead. It was so difficult, having a crush. When it didn’t exist, everything was so nice and easy. His chest would always feel light and fluffy, and now, sometimes it felt heavy…also warm.
Actually…his face also felt warm, but maybe that’s just from grease melting under the sun. Gale caught a bit on his cheeks earlier when they hugged. Totally worth it.
“Help me fix this bike?” He presented her with the grandpacycle. In its late 30s and having travelled through mud, up dangerous hills and trees, this one was a real survivor. Gale got it passed down to him from his dad and would have loved to be able to give it to his future son. Unfortunately, grandpacycle didn’t seem to have any energy left. “One last time. After that, it might have to go into retirement.”
With a sad sigh, Gale petted the worn basket on the front of the bike. “I just need it to be able to run for…60 more kilometres.” As reward, she can pick the popsicle flavor for tomorrow. Gale was thinking about trying to make a batch on his own anyway, it might be a nice surprise.
Like clockwork. The sight of his pouting face unravelled the ball of stress that had been winding up throughout the day, and replaced the strain with a much coveted sense of warmth and peace---which has become an ever growing presence the more time she spends with Gale. But that was never really a shock--his gentle nature has always been able to calm her scorching fire. Lately though it has intensified--which was curious, but something she couldn’t quite explain.
“I suppose you’re kinda swell.” She chose instead, a smile crinkling her features impishly, as she licks the popsicle, the flavour and coldness a refreshing balm to an otherwise hot day. “Even if you are fishing for compliments that are undeserved the more you bring that monstrosity to the garage.”
Finishing up her treat, she grabbed her discarded toolkit and crouched down in front of the bike, eying it critically, a bit of worry hitting her as she took in the poor state of things, “This is an accident waiting to happen. I don’t want you to foolishly keep riding this thing until you get hurt.” She scolded him even as she got to work fixing up the bike---like habit t this point. “I know you are attached to it, but it’s time to let it go.”
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basil was under the hood of a particularly stubborn old Cadillac when she heard the familiar sound of a bike way passed its heyday--which meant a delicious treat for her. Quickly she finished what she was working on and rolled herself into the open. Squinting at the ceiling before she jumped up and set her tool down on the table next to her, a smile teasing her lips as she watched her friend enter the shop.
Gale had spotted her on a day when she was having a self pity fest after yet another couple passed on adopting her. Basil remembered running away to the nearby park after the nun shared the sad news, trying desperately not to let the tears fall down her face as she lambasted her life. It was after a short while that a young boy, a little older then her had offered her a treat---and each day afterwards until the young stranger became her best friend--and like the saying goes, the rest was history.
“Grape?” She called back, eagerly accepting his hug, squeezing him tight in thanks, almost gleeful at the thought of his clothing becoming a greasy mess, before pulling back and taking the offered treat, humming as the fresh fruity flavour hit her taste buds, “Your brother is amazing.”
repair shop.
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Last time, he promised himself. After this, he shall retire this bicycle for good! Gale won’t throw it away, of course, for it has too many memories associated with it. He’ll clean out a nice spot in the garage and make it the bicycle’s retirement location. Then make sure to visit it every so often to make sure it wasn’t feeling lonely.
“I hope you can stay with me five more months though,” he asked the bike as he arrived at his destination - the mechanics.
The repair shop owner knew him by now. Partly because he came in often with this old bicycle, but also because he showed up often to bring treats to the girl working here. Before you get the wrong idea, Gale had been doing these treat runs since he was a child. One day, he spotted a girl sitting sadly at the side of the road and decided her mood may be significantly improved by a popsicle. It was strawberry flavoured, that first popsicle he offered her. She liked it so much and smiled, which prompted him to bring her more treats next time. They established a bit of a routine over the years.
“Is Basil in?” He asked, but managed to spot her before the owner got to answer. The old man chuckled and left them alone. “Hey!” He waved with a grin. “It’s grape flavoured this time!” Lovingly prepared by Sil, the best big brother on planet earth.
Gale walked excited towards Basil, towing along his poor, dying, screeching bike. “How have you been?” He opened his arms to give her a hug, not caring she was covered in grease.
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Hello everyone! Gabby here. I’m so excited to start making connections with all of you and rping! Feel free to follow me on twitter @KlTTENARMY if you wanna get ahold of me, but I also am pretty good at checking my tumblr dms as well.
Some background information about my girl Basil:
She is 19 years old. An orphan who was never adopted. She never excelled in school but is really good with a tool belt. The kind of person who will know what’s wrong with your vehicle after a quick glance kind of a person. Very good with her hands., and unafraid to get dirty if need be. She’s a spitfire with a chip on her shoulder after spending her entire life fending for herself, and quite lonely too. However she will always greet people with.a smile, as the Diety promised her a good future if she fought through life’s challenge’s.
Possible connections for her:
-Older brother/sister type of character who is super protective of her and whom she’s really close too. She doesn’t have many people in her life who she trusts, but she can trust them.
-Bad influence--someone who wants to get her into trouble with them. Basil’s reputation is already not the best--mostly because of how snarly she can get. And this person wants Basil to her their partner in crime.
-Best Friend, could be connected with the older sibling vibe, or could stand on its on. They are platonic soulmates.
-Someone who gets Basil to fix their stuff. Basil curses at them for ruining their engine yet again, and they pay her money. A mutual beneficial relationship.
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@周也yeah(Zoey)回到故乡☂️ // Zhou Ye posted these stunning shots of her in costume against the backdrop of rivers and lakes….. an AU to Word of Honor where Gu Xiang lives a happier life in another world…. she also holds a wooden flute and umbrella just like her past life…
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I made a tree pendant with a beautiful amethyst gemstone.
Available at my Etsy shop: https://etsy.me/3wDEGF7
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