Post by LβEΜα΄Κα΄Ι΄Ι’α΄Κ on Sept 8, 2018 1:08:26 GMT -5
Ghost Story - Coldplay
"Just a whisper in a path of smoke."
"Just a whisper in a path of smoke."
For as long as they can remember, Muse A has been a hunter. Hated by the law because of their killings, disliked by the supernatural community because of...their killing. They're essentially a contract killer - but for monsters. Need a werewolf putting down? Call them. A vampire with too much bloodthirst? Call. A strong god that has placed a curse upon your family? Sure.
Muse B hires Muse A. That's how it starts. They get them in with the claim of imps in their basement (a true fact, but not something that bothers them) and once the job is done, they offer Muse A a job.
They explain that it's a hit, that it's something important. But they don't spare details, and Muse A assumes that it's a monster of some kind, so they agree. What they don't realise is that Muse B is an influential leader of a criminal organisation, and that they've just agreed to a hit on a human. If they succeed, they could be looking at a better existence than just hunting down monsters that people tell them to.
plot by @aconite
plot by @aconite
Lee "Yvonne" Ying Yue
"This has to be some sort of joke."
If someone were to ask her if she chose this lifestyle or if this lifestyle chose her, Ying Yue would find herself in a compromising position. Since youth, her family took great pride in heritage. The Lee family were hunters, through and through. Born and bred for the sole purpose of ridding the world of monsters, from run off the mill jiangshi to the rarer creatures, the odd ones out of a more passive species, like centaurs. She had, of course, been given the choice to take up the family name or leave it behind and pursue a studious life - one that promised a life of normalcy.
Ying Yue was neither interested in normalcy or duty. For as long as she could remember, her father had always wanted her to accept the Lee family's heirloom, a blade forged from meteorite with the sole purpose of killing the supernatural. If he had been a more traditional man, he would have opted to hand it to Mo Chou, her reckless younger brother.
But he had insisted that she, as the eldest, deserved the family sword. It was a heavy burden she wanted to cast aside to live a more carefree life pursuing excitement. She and Mo Chou were opposites in every way but similar in those very differences they shared. Mo Chou had an attitude like fire, easy to ignite and reckless to boot. But when it came to duty, he was passive and resigned, even eager to prove himself as a hunter worthy of the Lee name. Ying Yue on the other hand was like water, flexible and calculated, but for her she always wondered about the grander scheme of things. The matters that laid outside matters such as family and duty.
Her father would say that allowing her to study abroad had ruined his daughter. It had made her forget her roots and her duty, as a daughter of the Lee family, to the way of hunters.
It was a humble life without many merits. The law hated her and the supernatural hated her. Though there was brief moments of excitement when she was high on the thrill of the hunt, tracking down the trails left behind by careless monsters or caught up in the heat of battle, the life of hiding she led between those moments weren't worth it. The Lee family used to be prestigious when people were more believing of the supernatural. As times changed and the creatures under the bed gotten better at hiding their fangs, the estate and prestige that came with being a hunter had vanished.
Her father spoke of it often. The big family house that he used to live in in his childhood, the house that was torn down to make way for some new attraction. It was something that stung, knowing that once their kind were revered and acknowledged, thanked for their deeds and now they were no better than the common petty criminal.
She would have preferred to follow her mother's footsteps and move to Europe, pursuing a degree in economics or some equally boring field of study if it meant she wouldn't be stuck in a motel room for three days eating cup noodle as she waited for the investigations to blow over. She knew how to cover her handiwork. It was a necessity nowadays, otherwise she would find herself behind bars the way her uncle ended up when he was caught for killing a pair of werewolves in South America.
It was terrifying in a way how familiar removing all traces of evidence from a crime scene had became to her. She was always prepared and she never left prints - even partial prints - during her hunts. Her handiwork was clean and even if there was a lot of blood from the target, it was rare that any would be found on her clothes. And if it was? Well, she had gotten used to not becoming fond of anything when her father had taken the family dog out back and shot it in the head after it had gotten bitten by a feral raccoon. He had been uncertain if the creature had been rabid or not, but he knew their small family of three could hardly afford to put a roof over their head much less pay for the veterinary fees.
As day break came, she glanced out the window certain that the gang of vampires who had more than likely lost her trail and would know better than to cause trouble with the locals lest she came with Mo Chou in tow, she knew it was time to leave. She had gotten too comfortable here and as nice as it was to have some peace and quiet once in awhile even if it was in some dingy motel, she would probably be needed elsewhere. That and she had no intentions of playing with fire without reason. She wasn't going to test the resolve of the police and supernatural here.
Sitting up from the creaky motel chair, she stretched her back lazily before grabbing her two suitcases. One was filled with clothes and the other weapons. The rest of the weapons, family books, and whatnot were in her ugly 1992 mitsubishi lancer that she had fetched at a nice price. It wasn't the type of ride she would take pride in, but beggars couldn't be choosers. Especially when she funneled most of her funds in looking as striking as humanly possible at any given moment.
Yet another difference between the Lee siblings, given Mo Chou's stinginess.
Picking up the suitcases in one fluid motion, she headed out the motel room and beelined straight to her car, noting the soft buzz of radio chatter by the front desk as she passed by. She glanced briefly towards the office area seeing a uniformed police officer, but a second glance confirmed that he was just flirting with the desk attendant.
Nothing of worry then, she decided.
Securing her two suitcases in the back of her car, she entered the driver's seat and wasted no time going on her merry way. She didn't have anywhere to be nor did she have a backlog of jobs as per usual, so it was possible that she could just go home for the time being. Mo Chou would undoubtedly be there considering how often he got hurt and had to recuperate between jobs. And - though she wasn't exactly fond of the conversations that followed - there was no place like home.
As she drove down the interstate 85, her phone started to ring. It was a simple call, an obnoxious ringing that wouldn't stop from a unknown contact. She could tell from the basic ringtone. She contemplated ignoring it for the briefest of moments, glancing over in annoyance at the phone on her right before finally sighing and giving in.
Snapping the phone open, she held it to her ear before answering in Mandarin without much thought. "Hello?" She waited for some sort of answer.
Ying Yue was neither interested in normalcy or duty. For as long as she could remember, her father had always wanted her to accept the Lee family's heirloom, a blade forged from meteorite with the sole purpose of killing the supernatural. If he had been a more traditional man, he would have opted to hand it to Mo Chou, her reckless younger brother.
But he had insisted that she, as the eldest, deserved the family sword. It was a heavy burden she wanted to cast aside to live a more carefree life pursuing excitement. She and Mo Chou were opposites in every way but similar in those very differences they shared. Mo Chou had an attitude like fire, easy to ignite and reckless to boot. But when it came to duty, he was passive and resigned, even eager to prove himself as a hunter worthy of the Lee name. Ying Yue on the other hand was like water, flexible and calculated, but for her she always wondered about the grander scheme of things. The matters that laid outside matters such as family and duty.
Her father would say that allowing her to study abroad had ruined his daughter. It had made her forget her roots and her duty, as a daughter of the Lee family, to the way of hunters.
It was a humble life without many merits. The law hated her and the supernatural hated her. Though there was brief moments of excitement when she was high on the thrill of the hunt, tracking down the trails left behind by careless monsters or caught up in the heat of battle, the life of hiding she led between those moments weren't worth it. The Lee family used to be prestigious when people were more believing of the supernatural. As times changed and the creatures under the bed gotten better at hiding their fangs, the estate and prestige that came with being a hunter had vanished.
Her father spoke of it often. The big family house that he used to live in in his childhood, the house that was torn down to make way for some new attraction. It was something that stung, knowing that once their kind were revered and acknowledged, thanked for their deeds and now they were no better than the common petty criminal.
She would have preferred to follow her mother's footsteps and move to Europe, pursuing a degree in economics or some equally boring field of study if it meant she wouldn't be stuck in a motel room for three days eating cup noodle as she waited for the investigations to blow over. She knew how to cover her handiwork. It was a necessity nowadays, otherwise she would find herself behind bars the way her uncle ended up when he was caught for killing a pair of werewolves in South America.
It was terrifying in a way how familiar removing all traces of evidence from a crime scene had became to her. She was always prepared and she never left prints - even partial prints - during her hunts. Her handiwork was clean and even if there was a lot of blood from the target, it was rare that any would be found on her clothes. And if it was? Well, she had gotten used to not becoming fond of anything when her father had taken the family dog out back and shot it in the head after it had gotten bitten by a feral raccoon. He had been uncertain if the creature had been rabid or not, but he knew their small family of three could hardly afford to put a roof over their head much less pay for the veterinary fees.
As day break came, she glanced out the window certain that the gang of vampires who had more than likely lost her trail and would know better than to cause trouble with the locals lest she came with Mo Chou in tow, she knew it was time to leave. She had gotten too comfortable here and as nice as it was to have some peace and quiet once in awhile even if it was in some dingy motel, she would probably be needed elsewhere. That and she had no intentions of playing with fire without reason. She wasn't going to test the resolve of the police and supernatural here.
Sitting up from the creaky motel chair, she stretched her back lazily before grabbing her two suitcases. One was filled with clothes and the other weapons. The rest of the weapons, family books, and whatnot were in her ugly 1992 mitsubishi lancer that she had fetched at a nice price. It wasn't the type of ride she would take pride in, but beggars couldn't be choosers. Especially when she funneled most of her funds in looking as striking as humanly possible at any given moment.
Yet another difference between the Lee siblings, given Mo Chou's stinginess.
Picking up the suitcases in one fluid motion, she headed out the motel room and beelined straight to her car, noting the soft buzz of radio chatter by the front desk as she passed by. She glanced briefly towards the office area seeing a uniformed police officer, but a second glance confirmed that he was just flirting with the desk attendant.
Nothing of worry then, she decided.
Securing her two suitcases in the back of her car, she entered the driver's seat and wasted no time going on her merry way. She didn't have anywhere to be nor did she have a backlog of jobs as per usual, so it was possible that she could just go home for the time being. Mo Chou would undoubtedly be there considering how often he got hurt and had to recuperate between jobs. And - though she wasn't exactly fond of the conversations that followed - there was no place like home.
As she drove down the interstate 85, her phone started to ring. It was a simple call, an obnoxious ringing that wouldn't stop from a unknown contact. She could tell from the basic ringtone. She contemplated ignoring it for the briefest of moments, glancing over in annoyance at the phone on her right before finally sighing and giving in.
Snapping the phone open, she held it to her ear before answering in Mandarin without much thought. "Hello?" She waited for some sort of answer.