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thebellamybarnes​:

           Bella would readily be a child if it meant making him suffer for what he had done. Now was, obviously not the time, as his guards and security were there, but Bella had little worry in her that she could rally her own to her side to destroy the faerie that had wronged her. This was not vengeance enough and, in the moment when her emotions took hold of her completely, she felt that nothing ever would be.

             Rather than respond to Yeon-Jin however Bellamy looked to Raya, hand still dripping with her blood that Bella carelessly flicked over the lounge, spots of blood staining it. “His lack of honour will be your death and it will be the least significant horror I inflict upon him,” she offered up to the woman who translated his words even as she suffered, in Bella’s mind, because of her employer. Her eyes focused intently on Raya, attempting to draw her in, her weakened state and the fact she was human while Bella was in her vampiric form making it easier for her, almost impossible to not work. “You know he is vile and malicious and whenever he is weak you will know you are the only one who can stop him from inflicting himself onto others, and you will make him suffer for it.”

             Then Bella was gone, unaware if her influence had worked though confident it had. The door to his hotel room clicked as it opened, swinging wide with no one to show for it. The box was gone too, what remained was the clarity that Bella would not leave this hurt lightly.

Raya’s weakened state meant nothing in regards to Bellamy’s vampiric influence because this was not the first time a vampire attempted to poison the minds of his staff against him and so they all wore an enchanted item to prevent mental manipulation. Therefore, Bellamy’s attempt to influence Raya was fruitless and the woman only clung to her employer to help her and keep her safe from the future wrath that Bellamy may intend to inflict. Even still her words held no meaning, his honor remained intact, he had kept his word, and shown he was not vile or malicious in his care for her safety and she knew him better than most to know his coldness was a front and once Bellamy had exited the room, he took tender care to ensure she was okay. She was shaken but she would live. 

Yeon-Jin sighed heavily and pressed his bloodied fingers against his lips, not worried about her apparent threat to make him suffer for her imagined wrongs and only exhausted at the prospect of all the work it would mean. There were preparations that needed to be done now. 

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thebellamybarnes​:

           Bella was too trusting, too reckless, too dependent on her emotions and was frequently hurting herself or others because of it but this felt…malicious in ways she couldn’t fathom. Unaware of his reasons for why he’d done as he had all she could see was an act of cruelty for no purpose. And quickly those tears that had been open to justification did fill with anger when she was met with none.

             She didn’t care for the guards outside, she could smell the wolf at least on her nose and suspected another though the scent was not nearly so strong. One moment she was a girl in tears listening to his words and the next her eyes had swollen with darkness, black taking over them, looking wide as her false lashes illuminated their size, and her fangs were descending in her mouth. She should not have been so trusting, she should not have given this man who had only shown coldness a chance and all of her being wanted him to suffer.

            Fortunate that he could not move as fast as her, and that his guard were too far to stop her immediately Bella’s anger was directed at punishing him, and because of this redirected themselves at punishing another. ‘Future’ escaped Raya’s lips just in time for Bella’s false nails to tear open her throat, box she’d been holding clattering on the floor only after her nails had gone through Raya’s throat the moment was so fast. Easily lost in the blink of an eye because Raya was so near to her. Blood dripping from her fingers Bella could already hear his doors opening as his bodyguards made themselves more visibly known. His translator could be saved, could be healed, if they focused their attentions on her and not on Bellamy but, considering how cold he was Bella wasn’t sure he really cared about her as more than a box for his own voice.

           “You will never stop suffering for this,” Bellamy threatened, dead eyes looking directly into his, the tears that had come to them still remained but they seemed so very separate to her expression now that was dead and cold. 

Perhaps she was more than a simpering emotional woman. She’d moved too quickly for his eyes to register the movement but was acutely aware that Raya’s body fell to the floor, blood staining the hardwood that gushed from her throat, precious few minutes left before she bled out completely. His two guards had materialized in an instant, the werewolf pulling Yeon-Jin from his seat on the couch to the far end of the room and stood between him and Bellamy with a low growl, the vampire standing close beside but Yeon-Jin quickly hissed, “그녀에게 피를 줘, 바보 야.”  The vampire guard moved quickly to rip at his own wrist with his teeth and poured his blood into Raya’s gaping mouth.  Yeon-Jin looked at Bellamy coldly and tapped the shoulder of the werewolf who stood in front of him to move aside a bit so he could speak to her directly, “You are a child. 당신은 당신의 분노로 무고한 사람을 해쳤습니다,” he clicked his tongue to the roof his mouth and crossed the room to kneel beside Raya and his vampire guard, not caring that the blood soaked into his pant leg as he knelt, his hand cupping the side of her face as he inspected the wound on her neck, her bloodied hand grasping at his hand and arm, staining the cream colored shirt he wore red with her blood. “Impulsive,” he said as he watched the wound slowly begin to heal and the blood flow stopped. 

“I am done what I was making promise for,” he said to Bellamy, only looking at her from the corner of his eye, his vampire and werewolf guard standing close beside him and Raya. “당신의 불만은 내 부담이 아닙니다,” he spoke in Korean and looked into Raya’s eyes as she dutifully translated into English, “Your complaints are not my burden,” her voice hoarse but still capable of speech, in a few moments time the vampiric blood in her system would completely heal her and she would be as she was before. “You have the translated pages. Do with them what you will. Their state was a necessity you may come to understand but between the two of us, you are the one who will suffer from your actions,” Raya’s voice coming out stronger as she continued to speak. 

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nickymatheson​:

         Only when the man first spoke in Korean and then English in a slower manner did Nicky realise perhaps he’d gone a little too quickly. “If you’re opening a cafe they’d probably be minimal competition,” he offered, taking a pause before he spoke again so his words could be processed. “They have delicious coffee but location does matter. Where will yours be? If I may ask.” It was then that the truck came into view, a line of construction and factory workers mostly, a few hungover people who had been at some clubs too, waiting, Nicky joining behind them.

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Yeon-Jin did not know the names of the city sectors yet, at least not by memory. He was certain his secretary knew and his operations manager but they were not on hand. He then pulled out his phone and simply held it up for the man to look at the store front as it was purchased, its current appearance had altered somewhat as he had begun construction and the storefront was being repainted but perhaps that would answer the question of location for now as they both stepped into the line of customers. “What is your favorite?” Yeon-Jin asked the other male and also pausing to note what the people ahead of them were ordering as he looked over the menu marked on the side of the truck.

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thebellamybarnes​:

           She barely heard his answer, though the word ‘worthless’ definitely stood out as quivering fingers held the box, unable to truly process anything, especially as he confirmed that her sire’s journal was also in the box. The pages of her, the ones about what she was, were destroyed, shredded into hundreds of slender pieces that she didn’t believe she would be able to reassemble. “How could you?” she asked, eyes welling up quickly and suddenly. Being angry wasn’t yet within her so the gold of her eyes covered in her tears rather than disappearing into darkness. “Why…why would you do this?” Bella said in another way, eyes moving from him to his secretary as though she might be more understanding.

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The tears were unexpected and he clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth with disapproval. “You are too trusting,” he said back to her cooly, unaffected by her display of emotion, “Why would you hand out the original journal so willingly to a stranger you know nothing about?” He muttered in Korean, “바보 소녀,” which Raya did not translate but the rest she did, “You should have known not to give up something so valuable. Consider this a lesson for the future.” He had anticipated some retaliation and had placed two bodyguards in the room behind him, a vampire and a werewolf who would spring to action at the first sign but perhaps they would not need to as she seemed to be crying instead. 

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nickymatheson​:

         “No, just…trucks in this area aren’t so much about bringing people to them so much as going to the people,” he said as he wandered with the far more elegantly dressed male. “Mostly it goes to where ever the largest construction crew is, or the factory with the most workers for whatever time period. There is a new warehouse being built so the truck is going to be there. I know the fancy ones in the city have like twitters that tell you where to go and stuff but this isn’t like that. How come you came out for the coffee?” 

The man said so many things and Yeon-Jin followed about half of it and had to fill in the rest on his own, guessing at some of the words and nodding as if he understood it all. “그들은 내 경쟁자입니다,” he replied and then repeated in broken English because his brain processed translating verbally better than in his head, “They are competition. I am opening a cafe. I am wanting to know appeal.”

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thebellamybarnes​:

           It was strange to keep meeting in his hotel, potentially he would have a home or an office soon enough but she didn’t no how permanent his presence was going to be. He’d mentioned a business when he’d been trying to purchase the same land as her but that didn’t mean he’d stay once it was completed. Fortunately meeting at his hotel was so formal she didn’t overly mind going a second time, especially once she saw the food on the table, immediately popping a piece of pineapple into her mouth as she sat down.

            “Was my blood what you needed?” Bellamy asked, figuring it didn’t completely invade whatever personal purpose he had for it to just know if it had worked for him. She asked this however as she reached for the box, excited to see what could have been said. The vampire always had hopes for her sire, that maybe deep down a part of him wanted to do what was right, that he had cared about her in a way, but mostly she just hoped to know a bit more about why she was the way she was. “Part of me was worried it wouldn’t be enough since so far as I can tell the vampire blood in me is like every other vampires, it’s only the black eyed creature stuff that does anything different and it never does anything to do with healing.”

             She kept speaking as she opened the box only to find the slivers of paper, face immediately falling from her usual politely happy demeanor, heart almost breaking as she presumed these were not just the translations but her sire’s journal itself as well. Her whole body seemed to tremble looking at it, unsure if this was a joke or something cruel, unable to even form words because she just so completely could not understand.

“No,” he said to her plainly, “Your blood was essentially worthless to me but I appreciate the willingness to volunteer it.” She was prattling on excessively so and he had honestly stopped listening to the translation that Raya provided for him to explain whatever she was saying. Her blood didn’t work so the rest of what she had to say about it meant nothing. 

Her reaction to the shredded pages inside the box was everything he had expected it to be, the shock written so plainly across her features it was almost comical but he did not laugh but the corners of his mouth turned up into a ghost of a smile. “Yes, there was an unfortunate issue with the journal,” was all the explanation he offered to her about the state of the pages in the box. 

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nickymatheson​:

         Nicky smiled at the way the male said the word ‘coffee,’ one corner of his mouth turning up as he heard it. The guy definitely did look too nice to be in the neighbourhood, his dark blue slacks an immediate give away since most were warehouse men in their stained pants that were not nearly as well fitted. Guys that dressed as this one did usually came at night when the club had just opened and even then there was usually a fake sort of elegance to it all, like it was worn for the sake of coming to the club and not as general attire as this seemed to be. “I’m headed that way, I can show you, tends to move around so it’s not always the easiest to find,” he offered, gesturing with a hand before shoving both of his own in his pockets.

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“Thank you,” he responded and began to walk with the man down the road. “It is always hard to find?” It seemed like an odd business model to be constantly moving from one location to the next but perhaps it was that mysterious appeal that drew customers to try and find it and be rewarded once they did.  

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the deal - yeonjin+bellamy

It had been many weeks since their last encounter. He had delivered the pages to the library in the fae realm to be translated from the old fae language and he had tested her blood. Both things resulted in his disappointment. Her blood was not viable and the translation of the pages from the journal were... in a word... concerning. He had held onto them for quite some time after the translation had been completed, contemplating how he should proceed. He did not want this truth to be revealed to her or anyone else, even the old fae who had completed the translation had been reluctant to give the pages back to him. But Yeon-Jin had given his word that he would translate the pages for her and return them to her, so specific in his wording that he was now looking for a way out of it. Yes, he had promised to return the pages to her and so he would but there was no stipulation about the condition of the pages. 

Yeon-Jin set the meeting, calling Bellamy to once again meet him at his hotel that was serving as his temporary housing until he was more permanently settled. Raya had learned from the previous meeting and had already set out a plate of fruit with small bamboo forks and napkins along with some drinks as refreshment and once Bellamy arrived, she led the young vampire woman to the same lounge area where he was sat waiting, a small wooden box laid in the center of the table. 

“Bellamy-ssi,” he greeted and wasted no time in motioning toward the box, “All the pages you have given me have been translated as requested,” as he spoke in Korean Raya translated into English, “They are there for you to review.” Inside the box she would find slivers of paper, all mixed together into a pile of unreadable shreds and he steepled his fingers in front of his face to prevent the glimmer of amusement from showing. 

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nickymatheson​:

Coffeeeee || Nicky&Open

        “Are you lost?” Nicky asked as he locked the doors at the end of the evening, well actually it was the early morning and Supernaturals was finally closing. Most of the dancers had left already but Nicky had been trying to finish running through payroll for that fortnight and he’d run into some errors with their point of sales system that listed private dances and who they’d been given by. It meant the sun was up though, just up but up, and so people were actually living their lives, Nicky just didn’t understand why anyone would be in his neck of the woods except…

         Flicking the edge of his flannel shirt, covering his torn Metallica tee beneath, he lifted a hand. “Are you looking for the coffee truck?” he asked. It was one of the better places to get coffee in this area of town and was known for having a caffeinated kick to their drinks.

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Perhaps he did look lost as he wore a black cashmere t-shirt and dark blue slacks in a part of town where that sort of business casual attire looked out of place, but he was here for the exact reason the frumbled looking man in front of him stated. Yeon-Jin was looking for the illustrious coffee truck. He couldn’t fathom how coffee from a truck could be so highly rated but he had to do his due diligence and find out. He probably could have tasked someone else to do it but he wanted to experience it first hand, that would be the only way to determine if he could beat what they had to offer. 

So, Yeon-Jin nodded in response, “Yes. Keopi truck,” his accented English coming out mostly on his pronunciation of the word ‘coffee.’ “Where?”

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mayarparker​:

Occasionally taking a sip of her drink, Maya focused on the jars of honey in front of her. Several of the jars were plant specific with the one in her hand currently being made only from the pollen of heather. She was trying to decide if she should go with the flavor she knew worked well in baked goods or take a risk on a different one when the man spoke again. Setting down the jar she was holding momentarily, Maya took the one he had asked about. 

She read it and took a moment to figure out how to effectively communicate it across the porous language barrier. “It was made by bees that only ate buckwheat,” Maya explained, “So yeah it’s pretty strong and spicy.” She held out the jar for him. “Are you looking for a specific kind?” she asked. 

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Yeon-Jin took the jar of honey she had, presumably, read out for him as requested but that word was not in his vocabulary. The one word that would have explained what made the honey spicy. Buckwheat. His brows furrowed together slightly as he again inspected the label and the lines and curves of the letters that undoubtedly revealed the mystery but alas could not make any sense of them or what she had said. “What it is?” He should have anticipated needing his translator at the market but also didn’t want to rely on her services if he was going to remain in this city to conduct his business and open his cafe. “Buckeu...” he made an attempt at the word. 

“Not a specific kind. I am looking for,” he perched his fingers against his chin as he thought about how to say it in English, first saying it in Korean and doing his best to translate it afterward, “계속 먹고 싶게 만듭니다. Something that is make you want to have more. I am opening a cafe so I want to know what is good flavor.”

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Do you like anyone you've met in Opulence?

“No.”

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mayarparker​:

Not for the first time in her life, Maya felt bad that she only spoke English. She knew just enough to recognize the language as East Asian, but not much more. While she had spent plenty of time in Allston, it wasn’t enough to register that he was speaking Korean. 

When he insisted that it didn’t have magic, she took a tentative sip. It was good, sweet too; although she could feel the burn of the alcohol. “Oh yeah, that is good,” she agreed, “Thanks.” Taking another sip, Maya’s gaze fell on the other products. She picked up a small jar of honey, similar to his, and inspected it. She could use it for honey cakes. 

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He nodded in approval after she tried the drink and seemed to enjoy it. He probably would have not spoken to her again but since his reading comprehension was worse than his speaking, Yeon-Jin couldn’t actually tell the difference between the jars of honey that were on display. He’d been going off of smell and appearance, figuring the one he held in his hands was infused with lavender but not knowing much else beyond that it was a jar of honey. 

“What does it say?” He asked her after a moment of silence, indicating to the label. “You may read it to me,” he picked up another jar that had caught his interest and offered it to her as well, “This one is spicy. What it is mixed with?”

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mayarparker​:

Wild Honey//

After weeks of having to rely on crutches to get around, Maya was finally healed enough to walk unaided. Her ribs still protested too much movement and she had trouble reaching her shoulder to apply the magic lotion that had so sped her healing. She still limped a little too, but all things considered she felt pretty good. Her long red hair hung freely as her semi-busted shoulder made braiding it difficult. Even with the last days of summer sunshine, she’d opted for jeans to cover the scar on her leg. 

Now she walked carefully down the wide aisles of Opulence’s open air market. She stopped at the stall of a newcomer to the market, a fairy beekeeper with stacks of honey and beeswax. Bumblebees hummed around the stall, occasionally bumping into a customer before flying back off. With a cheery smile, the stall keeper offered Maya a free sample of wild honey mead. Maya took it, but didn’t drink it right away. Instead, she waited until the fairy was in talking to another customer. In a low voice, she asked the person next to her, “Its not, like, magic mead, right?” After the last couple weeks, she was not game for any fae surprises. It smelled delicious, but she was still cautious. 

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Yeon-Jin tended to take great pride on his use of local ingredients and sources when it came to the food and drinks he liked to supply for the cafes he opened, so this market had been the ideal location to find out what sorts of flavors the locals were familiar with and what would work well at his cafe once it was opened. He was rather dressed down considering his normal attire was a crisp suit and instead wore a soft polo and slacks as he perused the stall in front of him. 

His attention was redirected from the small jar of honey in his hands to the woman with red hair beside him, holding the sample that had been offered to her. “뭐?” He looked at her curiously as his brain struggled to translate that word she’d said, “Mideu?” But since he had a grasp of what she was referring to was the sample in her hands he responded in his broken English and heavily accented, “No magic. Just alcohol. It is sweet. Good. 잘 마셔요. 그것을 만드는 데 많은 작업이 필요합니다. Drink,” he motioned with his hands for her to try the drink.

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thebellamybarnes​:

          Bella took the napkin from Raya and gently dabbed at her face, trying to avoid getting too much of her make-up on it. All the while she watched Yeon-Jin. Bella trusted him, but in a strange way that she trusted as much as he was saying and nothing beyond it. It seemed so purposeful what he said and what he didn’t say and certainly he wasn’t one to share. It was so foreign to Bellamy. 

          Holding her fork, not yet picking anything she looked down at the fruit before finally at him. “Someone I used to give my blood to frequently found themselves addicted to it. Addiction is a demon I wouldn’t wish on anyone,” she answered of what damage her blood could do. She would only be giving him her normal red blood after all. The black blood…well it could do some damage all it’s own. “I haven’t looked into it but the healing aspect seemed to be one with the addictive side of things.”

            A small vial and she would get what she needed, not concerned really if he kept pages for himself. Usually she handed out Valentin’s journals to anyone who was interested in various parts of his life, things that might help them know a little more, so if he could translate it then it seemed only right he kept a copy. “Do you have a syringe?” she asked, assuming that he wouldn’t want her to just put it in a glass.

He had encountered some humans who became unstable and addicted to vampire blood because of the euphoria it tended to offer their mortal minds. It would be curious to determine if her blood had a higher possibility of addiction, something else he may have to test but for now his only focus was on its healing properties. “상자 가져와,” and Raya responded by stepping into one of the side doors that led to his bedroom and returning momentarily with a thin black box. She set it on the marble coffee table in front of him and opened it before stepping back to her place beside his seat. 

Yeon-Jin positioned himself beside Bellamy and held his hand out for her to place her arm there so he could apply a tourniquet to her upper arm to ease the blood drawing process. She could not get a disease but he wanted to preserve the blood as much as possible anyway, and so cleaned the inside of her elbow with an alcohol pad while Raya prepared a sterile syringe, removing it from its packaging and affixing a glass vial to the base for the blood to flow into.

He looked at her to determine if she was ready to proceed and then pierced the vein in crook of her elbow with the syringe, blood flowing almost immediately into the vial and filling it completely with the dark red substance. Yeon-Jin released the rubber band around her upper arm and removed the syringe, quickly pressing a cotton ball against the puncture wound which he was certain would heal fairly quickly, but he didn’t want to get blood on the leather couch. He passed the blood to Raya who made sure it was sealed and then created a label for it and began to clean up the mess and put the box back into his room. “Send me pages,” he said to Bellamy while Raya was still in the other room. “I will contact you after it is done.”

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What do you think of Amara?

“She is so far the only one I’ve met that I respect. The vampire woman who fancies herself a businesswoman is too naive and silly to be taken seriously or trusted.”

@amara-ryland @thebellamybarnes

[oh-yeonjin]

What are your dreams for the future?

“I don’t dream of the future. I make the future happen as I will it.”