The Dark Room

@† ♕ Hendery "1,2,3,4,5," He counts in small calming breaths while lying down in the lightless room. It's an empty crypt built under the Sovereign's catacombs. Its foundations of edge on the mist balanced scale. Birth of by the Cosmos the triplets gods of life, death, and the dreaming. Surely, its place must be real on based on that principle alone, right? His breath heightens and his abdomen begins to tighten and untighten restrained by an unseen force. Bloody long slashes split the flesh of his chest in stomach when he tries to move. He tries not to move too much. This isn't the first time Sun's mind has been here. It's visited this unconscious compartmentalized state of his mind before, but was long ago. For if it unconstructed of his mind, therefore equating to what he deems as reality. This must be real.

"43,44,45,46,47," and he counts on. The smell of iron, rusted copper, and gas lamps tickles his nostrils. Lamps flicker one by one illuminating the vampiric chamber one by one. He has been beckoned here ever since he was a child. It's not exactly as he remembered it but it was safe. A personal escape whenever his father beat him and his mother. It was here when he watched his father and uncle executed. It was here when he elected to serve as penitence to the royal family not only as their advisor but as their slave. A fair exchange for his mother's life. The dim lighten is comforting, he doesn't want to see beyond it. This is his safe room after all, what could be lurking in the dark? "88,89, 90,91."

His body is abnormally, warm also more downright hot to the touch. His arms spread out in a T formation pressed on his back forcefully pressed into concrete. He does mind the pain and pressure, its soothing. His throbbing painfully hard from the Prince's blood coursing through him. He want more. It taste like fire, rage and power. Shameful guilt filled him for a moment. Just a moment, when he remembered this was a safe place. Apprehension threads through him sensing ominous presence. But it felt so damn alluring. More, he wanted more. Bloody fingers clenching and unclenching in the pools of blood when the scent of something pulls Sun deeper. A tender hum vibrates through his core catching the attention of every toned muscle. "98, 99, 100." Sun shield falls breaking down cages to primal lustful need giving in. "It's okay you in the dreaming now. You're safe~"

[forgive me I got carried away. you dont have to make me. I'm just extra AF. XD]

@† Sun Soons ¥✔ Lost in his own sea of pleasure, the Prince continued his movements slow and steady. The feeling of the diplomat's sizeable member draging inch by inch in and out of him only drove Hendry more wilder. A wave of europhic please shuddered through his body watching Sun below him sleep through drugs yet remain erect enough for the Prince to use him.
Ruby eyes shot down towards the mumbling slave. Guess he was fighting to stay conscious. "Ah-" Hendery hissed after Sun's small jerk of his hips. His bloodied hand slides up the older's chest only to cup around his throat- applying pressure.
"Shush shush.. I'm almost done."
The movement gradually became more faster resulting the Prince to become more vocal. Heavy breathes freely fell between crimson lips laced with short moans. "You're forever mine, Sun. Do you understand? Say it." Nails like claws threaten to pirece through the soft gentle skin of the slave's neck.

Speech muddled to all Hell as a result of every muscle in Sun's being was no longer within his realm of control. He mumbles something unintelligible, lost in his unconscious state. His hand digs into the bed's cushion, and his hips jerk up slowly against his will. "M-master-" Sun manages to heave out, gaining a momentary lap of awareness. Slowly his slides in and out of the prince with grave resistance and held onto the last thread of free will he'd possessed. "T-this isn't right-t~." (part2)

@† ♕ Hendery Vibrant warmth pulsates through the diplomate's loins. He winces at the pinch of keen canines puncturing his flesh. Possessed in the rapture of inexplicable euphoria, Sun relished in rippling waves washing over him. The heating ignited the blood of the undead man. Veins pressed to the surface of his skin, and beads of sweat coated his skin for the first time in over 400 years. Conscious flickering in and out of his vision before submerging back into the oblivion of ecstasy.

Pools of blood now coagulate in that satin sheet of the bed. Sun, the vampire, bleeds from the multiple pierced places in his neck, chest, and thighs. His eyes rendered to nothing but a wide-eyed vacant stare. His once auburn eyes are now absent of color, leaving them a blank, pale pearl white. Blood sips from the corners of his lips. He lays there like a lifeless puppet, and the blood only flows to his stone-hard , the one place the prince deemed usual.

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@† Sun Soons ¥✔ And so, Hendery felt your stiffen against him. It caused a shudder to ripple down his back know Sun was his toy to play with. Sun being belonged to him and his heart pulsed with even the slightest thought of the diplomat being.. his. Fingertips danced along your form, starting from Sun collarbone to his firm toned s that could make even the most fearless ghoul wither upon the touch. He must worship and possess every muscle, every skin, joint, nail, cell, even the strands of hair that decorated around Sun's face. Owned. Yes Sun his slave, his pet, his... toy. Nothing more, nothing less.

It was then Hendery's sharp fangs brush over the delicate part of skin just above Sun's . Tongue like a snake slither over the harden bud and he couldn't resist a bite. And as the blood poured into his mouth, the prince drank with greed. More bites and made their way down to the rippled muscled abdomen inflating and depressing with each breath Sun took. Such a delicious sight to behold. Finally we reach between Sun's legs. Thighs presenting themselves like a four course meal. Stained crimson nails painted tan thighs as he bright one towards his matchly painted lips and not hestant to take a bite. Just like from before your body didn't disappoint the rich blood flow. Hendery swallowed every drop. Red eyes like swirly pools of blood focused on the stiff hard on before him. Sun certainly weren't shy or even tried to hide his shame. Red colored palm circled around your lengthen staff started to pump as if the blood he was using was a makeshift lubericant he was coating amongst his ministrations.

He couldn't wait no more. The prince stopped just to shift up onto the diplomats' lap. Reaching behind he rubbed the bloodied mushroom head of the diplomats' against his eager awaiting hole. Slowly... Slowly... Hendery closed those lustful eyes and moaned quietly once Sun had full invaded his body. Flesh to flesh, Hendery started to rock his hips. A painted red hand roamed the stoned torso under him leaving no skin, no ripple or curve untouched. ... Sun felt amazing. Hendery needed more.

@† ♕ Hendery Small pools of blood collect around your fangs, causing Sun to jerk upward. His tan skin slowly went pale, displaying green and blue veins pressed against his flesh. A low groan and wheeze run to and from him with each inhales and exhaled breath. Small ticks and twitches convulsed his uncontrollable limbs. His chest heaves up and down from his labored breathing.

To the unconscious mind of the Diplomate Sun was in a more pleasant state. He was joyful radiating warmth that he'd never felt. The black water no longer appears populated but is more transparent than the Crystal Sea itself. Soft, delicate sunshine settled him, and he immediately attempted to shield his nature frame. It was only a matter of seconds before he realized that he hadn't been burning at all. If fact, he found it rather pleasant. So pleasant that it sent a pulsating heat to . He felt silly for being shy about it when he reminded himself that he was the only resident in these comfort waters, as much as he hated to admit it. It felt nice. He reasoned with himself that there was no harm in indulging in his dreams. What's the worst that could happen from pleasuring himself?

@† ♕ Hendery ccess ()

@† Sun Soons ¥✔ (tagging to test)

@† Sun Soons ¥✔ Surely Hendery knew Sun was lost in a different realm at this point. This was good for him. The prince pull himself away from the drugged vampire only to pull Sun off the floor and over his shoulder. He teleported them both into Hendery's chambers and laid Sun onto the bed. A hand brushed through the darkest locks of his slave's hair as he leaned down to press his lips against the other's forehead. "What shall I do with you..." Hendery whispers as hungry eyes lust down to his 'pet'.

The prince stepped back and started to strip, letting the fabric hit the floor pooling around at his feet. He let Sun drown in his own high state while he got himself ready. Once he was bare, he started to strip the diplomat of his fine suit and neatly put both the pants and overcoat on a chair far from the bed. He didn't care about the delicates as they were only toss over the prince's shoulder. Hendery straddled the slave's bare lap and stared down at the blissful high vampire. Perfect. Simply perfect.

"My Sun.."

Hendery whispered as his fingers dragged along the vampire's unclothed chest before leaning forward for red stained lips to press against soft flesh. Fangs elongated and pierced into Sun's skin. The first drop of Sun's blood diliated Hendery's pupils making a soft growl escape from him. Now he was too far gone.

@† ♕ Hendery TW: Overdosing, Blood

His body twitches, contours then going perfectly still for one moment back to spasming in the next and flat-lining. Sun’s body is perfectly cemented to the cold tiles. His eyes roll in the back of his head, and his tongue slaps to the side of his open mouth. Consciousness slips from him as he enters a hallucinogenic state, diving into the darkest pools of his ego. No longer seeing the reality of his world, the diplomat floats into a deep mirage of a dream-like state. No longer did he feel the coldness of the public restroom tile nor the lingering sting of waste. It was all starting to fade far away.

Panic breath flees from Sun accompanied by a frightened gasp. A shrive rattles down Sun’s spine when he finds himself and alone. He sits in a dark empty dome with a thick sticky lukewarm liquid all around him. Pushing his body from the floor, he recognizes the substance as blood, puddles, and puddles of the riches blood. He runs his fingers through the pool around him, scooping just enough to cup a mouthful to sample the plasma. A moan and a swirl of s delight sweep through his being, radiating through every cell in his body. His lips were stained a dark crimson, and his tongue curled around his fingers, humming from the divine taste

@† Sun Soons ¥✔ TW: NON-CON, BLOOD PLAY, DRUG USE

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@† ♕ Hendery His head began to ring, causing his nose to bleed and staining his white dress shirt. “Ahh shi__AH!” Breath caught in Sun’s lungs when he peers at you in the shadows behind him. “My Lord, please forgive me. I-I don’t know become of me this evening.” Another blood drop splatters on the floor as Sun tries to get himself back together. “My Lord, I think the refreshments have been compromised. Pl-please don’t” The politician falters to his knees and rolls onto his back. His veins pulsated, and his body contoured controllably. His blood is red hot, and his muscles constrict, releasing only to tighten even more. “Don’t drink it.” [to the dark room?]

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Hendery's red eyes shined seeing the drop of blood now stain Sun's perfect dress shirt. They followed when his slave dropped to the floor. In Hendery's mind the dipolmat was being dramatic but his face twisted with false concern. The Prince's knees touched the hard tile ground watching Sun now convulse.

"I drank some and I'm perfectly fine." Hendery guided Sun to lay on his back, both palms trapped the vampire's cheeks. Still ruby orbs locked into Sun's uncontrolable pair. This is where he wanted- no, needed him. "My sweet poor Sunshine..." His thumb caressed the softness against his slave's forehead.
Hendery then gently held Sun's head up to place it on the prince's lap. Leaning down, tongue ran just above Sun's upper lip where the blood had stained. Hendery felt his heart rate increase in that second then withdrew away only to bring his wrist up to his lips.

Fangs pentrated Hendery's skin then quickly drew back to bring his blooded wrist over Sun's lips and let the dark red beads drip into his pet's mouth. Just when Hendery's blood started to drip over Sun's chin, he pulled back his wrist only for him to quickly lean down and connect his brims to the red painted ones, deep and slowly kissing the politician.

@♦ Christopher Bang The thing about obsession was that it was all consuming, like an addiction. Once Hyunjin focused on something new it was the only thing that occupied his mind. He didn’t even want the hair color for himself, he just wanted to own it. He wanted to know there was nothing in this world that he couldn’t re-create, the he couldn’t become master of. The magic in this human was fascinating. As the hours bled into days he poured over his test results, sifted through the data, ran simulation after simulation. He’d finally isolated several aspects of the magic; he knew part of it was elemental in source. That had been the easy part. He’d been a faerie in the far distant past, he knew elemental magic. The other type of magic had taken much longer to identify, shadow. Light and shadow weren’t unheard of, in fact he’d been affiliated with light magic himself once upon a time when he’d been alive. They were more elusive than the elements though, a little more tricky, a little harder to pin down. Now that he knew it though, it opened a whole new realm of possibilities.

Just what was this human? His blood samples suggested he was powerful. He clearly came from a prominent line of magic users, but something wasn’t adding up in the test. There was a piece of the puzzle that Hyunjin was missing. He hated missing pieces. He needed new samples. Ideally he needed a live specimen to study and dissect, even if he had to do it cell by cell until he understood exactly what created this human. He would have loved to do it with the dragon too, but he had a plan for that and his dear naïve little Yooa was going to help him with it. For now this human would take the edge off, as soon as he had new samples to work with.

Standing up from his computer he made his way over to his toy collection, looking through the different vials, knives, inconspicuous little baubles that were far more deadly than they appeared. He picked up different vials only to put them back until he decided on what he wanted. A sleeping agent, and a paralyzing agent. Holding out his arm he pressed a spot just beneath his left wrist and the synthetic flesh pulled away to reveal a small compartment with the needle already loaded. He inserted both vials and the flesh of his arm knitted itself back together again.

It was just as he was finished that he heard the alarms going off on his computer. Walking over he tapped the screen, projecting the map and frowning slightly as it showed a familiar area lighting up in red. That was Chris’ little dwelling and his computer was registering a massive earthquake in the area. Interesting. He knew that wasn’t some kind of coincidence. Straightening up he tapped the screen of his watch, inputting the coordinates and hitting a button on the side. A portal opened up in the space in front of him and he stepped through, finding himself right in the middle of Chris’ home. He wasn’t surprised to find it utterly devoid of life, he barely had to scan the room to know the human wasn’t inside. Exiting the house he almost immediately spotted the trail of destruction. There was blood in the air, a lot of it. Hyunjin was well aware of how much blood a human could lose before it was life threatening and even without finding Chris’ body he knew that he was going to die.

He did find the human, propped against a tree. His heart rate dangerously low. How perfect. He couldn’t have planned this better. Tapping his watch he inputted the coordinates to his lap and hit the button to bring up another portal. Leaning down he carefully lifted the human into his arms stepping through the portal and getting straight to work. He strapped the human down first with anti-magic restraints so he couldn’t do anything stupid when he regained consciousness and then began the process of setting up the IV to start replacing the blood that was lost. The synthetic blood he'd created was designed to match the typing it encountered, it made it far easier to keep living things alive and took up much less space in his laboratory. He was nothing if not the peak of efficiency. Disinfecting and closing up the wounds was his next step. The human’s body was nearly in shreds but he’d inflicted far worse before and he had more than enough technology in his lab to bring the human back if he did die. Now that he had Chris exactly where he wanted him, he had no intentions of letting him go.

@〄 Hwang Hyunjin ¥ Unexpectedly, the door was slammed shut. It made Christopher give a brief pause of confusion but he otherwise decided not to dwell on it or even bother investigating right now, now when his abilities were already triggered; he needed to get back to his hide-out and redo the runes on his arms again. The seals keep breaking - he's not well versed spells, he only knows the basics as of right now (listen, it's not like he has a /teacher/ guiding him through this, alright? He's learning this all on his own as he goes). Christopher was struggling to learn the ways of magic due to the tragic timing of everything; they had only shown up after he lost everything. Ironically, that was when he actually became of use. That's when he became "significant" to the world, in better terms; what would he be if he were not just a simple broken man?

It was raining on the walk back. He could easily summon the Shadows that were always at the ready, at his dispoal nonetheless, yet he didn't call upon them. Instead, he chose to feel the rain as he walked in it, wanting - craving - the cold shiver running down his spine as his body temperature gradually began to decrease. 'It's been a while,' the mage thought to himself and, as if responding back, thunder gently rumbled above. To others, it made be an ominous sign of an upcoming thunderstorm. To Christopher, it was his mother's soothing voice whispering back to him, her eyes so full of warmth and love. Much like him, his mother was able to control the elements however she studied heavily on storms - specifically anything that had to do with rain. And when she died in his arms that fateful night, her voice became the thunder and her soothing touches were the droplets of rain; cold, now, though because she was no longer a living breathing body that could reach out and touch and feel the warmth.

And when his father passed away, he became the strength in his veins, the unyielding fight in his eyes that never left him no matter what condition his body was in. It was like the second Christopher would put on the mask of Vagabond, he would become his father for a little while. His father, the master of the katana. A fierce and fearless Knight that was hailed and terrifying at the same time. Brutal yet graceful. Merciless yet forgiving. They both were gentle souls that had rougher exteriors, having to be born men in a powerful family meant that they too had rise up and be what a man - what a /real/ man - would be. And a real man would never let anything harm their loved ones, even if it meant breaking their oath of "never shedding the blood of sin, for the wolf that feeds is the wolf that wins." Killing someone was considered to be a vengeful act... something done out of personal spite. Something that rose someone's emotions up /so high/ that something in them just... snapped. And a little piece of whatever humanity they had left would shatter into a billion pieces.

Christopher became just that, hardened in so many ways after the tragedy he faced. Alone, nonetheless. Having to bury everyone - even those whose bodies literally /burned/ into ashes and could not physically be buried with their families - was... considerably more heavier than anyone could possibly comprehend. The silent oath he took afterwards to never let anyone hear his screams of gut-wrenching heart break and sorrow would never be heard. Not ever. Not by a single living soul. He would kill them if they heard him /weep/ in such a way, for he will never ever want to be weak in someone's eyes - because he is /not/ weak.

He is /not/ weak.

He just... breaks sometimes, that's all.

[ little time skip uwu ♥ sorry for the novella, muse is peaking i am HIGH AS HEEEEEELLLLLLLLL love you bye ]

Funny. Was he laughing? He was. He totally ing was. This whole thing was just... hilarious to him, really. Absolutely /ing/ hilarious.

He's dying.

Christopher is laying bloody against a tree and he's ing /dying/. Literally dying.

Blood was /everywhere/. It was staining all of the snow around him in giant circumference that also included heavy debris and significant damage all around. There was one hell of a struggle here. In the dead of night, somewhere way deep in the forest... right in the backyard of his own hideout, actually- now that the realization duly hits him. Something ing found him. Something angry. Which is, well... understandable given his profession.

Karma. That's what this is. It's karma biting him in the .

Someone somewhere must have gotten very angry that he had killed their special someone because that was very much bound to happen regardless if they were considered to be "innocent" or not. Either way, they died in Vagabond's presence and the blame was on him for not doing better or for being the one to end it himself, even in the act of mercy. There had been a few times where a poor soul was hanging onto a thread and there was nothing the assassin could do but obey their last wish. They would beg for it sometimes, too. And in their last moments his true nature would show. His helmet would come off. He'd reveal his identity to them. He'd be willingly vulnerable to them. He'd gather them up so carefully in his arms and he'd hold them quietly.

He wouldn't let them die alone, cold, terrified and forgotten. There had been a case where he wasn't able to save a little girl that reminded him of his younger sister, Hannah, when he sobbed when she died in his arms.

There was still some humanity in him. Despite what everyone - including himself - says about him. There was still something in him that made him ask if he truly deserved this. Because yes, he did... he truly did. At least, in his point of view he does. He deserves to be laying here like this, battered and critically bleeding. There was a nasty giant bite mark that consumed his entire left shoulder - a ing /ghoul/ tried to eat him alive. Appearing out of ing nowhere when Christopher stepped out to get rid of some trash when he was suddenly blind-sided somehow (how did it get past his wards?! How did it even /find/ him?!) and was /dragged/ into the woods so deep that his screams of agony were never heard until everything went dead silent. Not a cricket would even make a noise. Not a frog either. Not even a moth was in sight now or even a lightning bug. It's like every life-form fled the scene and got as far away from it as possible to witness the savagery that would unleash upon the unsuspecting mage.

And yet... somehow... he managed out live the damn thing. It took forever to be able to gain the upper hand when something nearly 3x time the size of you is trying to take a chunk out of you like you; so angry that they were practically rabid. Their teeth and their fingers - sharp like claws dug into his fragile skin like a knife through butter. It was so easy... /So/ easy. One minute he was minding his own business and the next he's fighting for his life after being slammed with whiplash.

If anyone could smell emotion through scent... they'd be able to smell his fear.

He was absolutely terrified fighting that thing.

But now, as he feels his heart dropping critically low, his eyes - dull and empty - slowly lift to find the body of the ghoul. Or, well, what was left of 'em at least. Something primal snapped in him when he realized he would not be walking away from this; and he knew damn well he was not about to do it alone. If he was going down, he was going down swinging. And he damn well crushed that er into a pancake after ripping the earth open beneath it to make it fall into a crevice then - the entire woodland trembled when brought the walls together with a ferocious /slam/. Anger. An 7.0 level earthquake erupted with from the blow with /him/ being the epi-center.

Don't worry, he's paying for the damage all of that costed, too. People probably died with that... and Christopher's laughing. Weakly, but he's laughing nonetheless as his head lolls back against the tree behind him to stare up at the stars, knowing damn well this will be the last time he will see them. It's blurry to all hell but he manages to catch sight of a certain star that seems to shine brighter than the others around it the longer he stares at it.

"...Lucas?" Pathetic. You don't need to say it. Christopher knows it's pathetic to sit there, dying and looking up at the stars and seeing his baby brother in them like he's in some cringey movie. But his brother's name left his lips in a shattered whisper, so broken that it could barely even be counted as even a mutter. He was choking on his own blood at this point, talking was out of the question - but he actually spoke. Out loud. With his actual voice this time. And it sounded just like it did when he used telepathy yet... more human.

Because that's what he was. Human... Temporary.

And - tick, tick, tick - his time is up.

@♦ Christopher Bang Hyunjin was kind enough to give the human a minute to consider his actions, however when he only proceeded to back up further Hyunjin saw no reason to indulge in his silly little game. So he promptly closed the door to the lab, the locks sliding back into place as he turned and headed back down stairs. He already had his samples, the human was easy to find, he didn’t need him now. If the human cared so much about his eye then it was easy bait, he would come back for it and Hyunjin had infinite patience.

Returning to his lab he settled back at his computer, pulling up the new test results and scanning them. He was working on new updates to his body. This one was still fine, but he liked to remain optimal and he liked variety. He knew he was beautiful already, but there was always room for improvement. Perhaps vanity should be strange for a machine, but it was one of the very few traits that had been translated over from his life as a faerie. His memories, his life, his personality, all of it was safely tucked away in the files of machines locked securely back in Circuit City. This lab was a pathetic mockery of his laboratory in the city, but it did what he needed. He made it work at least.

@〄 Hwang Hyunjin ¥ Christopher backed up even more when the door was opened wider, and especially when an invitation was given. Where was the strange hospitality coming from? He's not easily fooled and he is most certainly unlike anything Hyunjin had come across, that much he will make sure. There was a considerable amount of distance now between them. Daemon seemed to have calmed down though appeared to still be somewhat antsy, hopping back and forth between branches as if signaling him further and further back. He has learned to trust that bird over the years. If Daemon was telling him to move, he ran. It was a unique bond, yes, however Christopher never considered it a familiar or even a pet; hilariously enough, he considered Daemon a dear friend. If anything happened to that damn bird, they would face the wraith of a mage and the swiftness of an assassin.

He hoped the message got across, nonetheless. The mage was not dumb, he knew what was going on in there. He had already been warned when he went out seeking information. If Hyunjin thought Christopher would just saunter on in no questions asked like a ing fool, he thought wrong. So he was not stepping any closer to that place, he's already close enough. His abilities were able to tell him that he would not be able to defend himself well enough if he did make the mistake of going in. Not to mention the drugged him so bad it put him out of commission for days. There's no way in hell he's ever going to get that close again nor will he ever let Hyunjin close enough to touch him with a ten foot pole. His presence alone was off-putting and Christopher wanted nothing to do with it.

Outside, however, he can defend himself. The elements are at his command and the magic as at hisi fingertips. He places a hand behind him, ready to defend himself if need be, but now his patience was running thinner and thinner. Why couldn't things be easy for once? Why couldn't he just get his damn eye back and leave with no problem? Of course it had to be an issue and of course Christopher had to handle it alone. The mage was wise not to trust the cyborg's hospitality. He knew if he went in, he'd never be coming back out.

'I'm not asking.' The veins in Christopher's arms appeared as the runes inked into his skin began to subtly glow a dull blue hue; having ties with his magic, it's what helps keep his other... more devestating abilities at bay so he doesn't get out of control. Said abilities were now being summoned. The sky was startening to get darker, the wind was picking up gradually, signaling his rising anger.

@♦ Christopher Bang His empty gaze flickered from the human to the raven that was perched not far from the entrance to the lab. Interesting, a familiar of sorts if he had to guess. Those gifted with magic were known to have them, but the bird was irrelevant. If he got ahold of it he would enjoy running some tests but for the moment his target was the human in front of his door. Tipping his head in a mock gesture of confuse a slow smile spread across his face. "Oh I don't think so. You're welcome to come and get it if you like?" He offered, stepping back and holding the door open for Chris. The lab was specially designed so that magic wouldn't work in the building, every lab was designed that way, it kept the accidents to a minimum though there were a few individual labs in the building where magic could be studied and better understood.

He had all of zero intentions of returning anything he'd taken from the human. His only intention was to take more. Humans were weak and disposable creatures, they were only good as lab rats at the best of times. This one was a bit more stubborn than most, but no matter, he would be easily broken as all humans were. All living things were, really. That's what made them so imperfect, and what made Hyunjin so much better. Nothing effected him that he did not want. He was the master of himself fully. This pathetic little human could do nothing to him, even ripping him to pieces would only be a temporary nuisance. Perhaps once upon a time in the depths of his clockwork heart that might have brought him some semblance of joy. Now those emotions were long since disabled. "It's cold, come in if you're coming or stand out here and freeze."

@〄 Hwang Hyunjin ¥ The longer he waited for the door to open, the more he realized he should have never came here alone. Who knows what that crazy man had going in on here, but that's not what Christopher came here for; he came here to get his damn eye back. There was no way in hell he was about to leave and go do contracts with /one/ eye. Well, it would be possible, just incredibly inconvenient. He wouldn't be able to see that well and that would hinder his chances of being able to get out of there with minimal to no injuries sustained. And the longer the assassin stood outside in the cold, the less it took for him to realize that it definitely was a bad choice to come here alone.

As if on cue, there's a caw somewhere behind him. He turns around and sees Daemon flitting around in the trees just a few yards away. It seems distressed. While Christopher could never communicate with animals, Daemon was always unnervingly expressive in a... weirdly human way. He's always had this theory was some poor soul shapeshifted without knowing how to revert back and was stuck in the form of a red-eyed raven. If the theory was true, who knew how long Daemon was trapped in there. Then again anytime Christopher had tried to use his magic to be able to revert it back, thinking that would bring the bird some peace, it didn't seem to work that well; Daemon appeared to be very content with being at his side like always in this form. Daemon would return his companionship with guiding Christopher down the right path - and right now... Daemon does not want him to go into that building.

The door is pulled open, making the mage jolt a little as he was ripped out of his reverie. Then there he was. The man he was looking for, but now has a feeling to run away from. Christopher steps back to slowly create more distance. He's not going inside, he can wait out here while his eye is retrieved. 'You have something of mine.' The mage stared at him, shoulders tense, ready to either fight or flee. 'Give it to me and I will leave.'

@♦ Christopher Bang Hyunjin had spent several days holed up in his lab, analyzing the samples from the human and separating the magic from his genetics. Magic was always tricky when it mixed with genes and it was always a bit unpredictable, however he was able to isolate which gene was responsible for the hair color and which type of magic and how much was needed to successfully re-create the color in a controlled environment. Exactly the results that Hyunjin had been hoping for and he was quite pleased to have been able to do it. The rest of the samples including the blood and the flesh had been used to create a new chemical cocktail that would target the human's nervous system and paralyze him, if it worked correctly it would take effect immediately. With the blood samples and the magic he was able to isolate he was certain this particular mix of chemicals would bypass his magic's ability to protect him. Of course it would need real world testing, but that would happen soon enough. Hyunjin had no intentions of letting the human go forever.

It turned out he didn't have to wait all that long to get the chance to test out his new drug. The knock at the door to the lab surprised him and when he checked the cameras he was much less surprised to see a familiar human at the door. Exiting through the security doors he made his way up the stairs to the front door, opening it but taking care to keep his distance for now. "Took you longer than I expected, Christopher. I've been waiting for you."

@〄 Hwang Hyunjin ¥ Well it's certainly not... what he expected to wake up to. A bandaged head and a missing eye. Someone ing took his eye? That created more questions than answers. The last person who caused any suspicions was the man from earlier, the one who was fixated on his hair color for whatever reason Christopher could care less about. The drugs in his system probably made his portal less secure than it should have been, however he was in no condition to be able to cast spells properly - plus, he honestly didn't think the guy would somehow be able to follow him. It astounded him for a little while. Christopher had to take a few days to vegetate in his room in order to finally gather enough strength to move around - and by then, his head was pounding.

The first thing Christopher did, instead of finding food like he should have, was immediately initiate manhunt for the man who took his eye. Problem was, he never got a name. It took a lot questions and a lot of patience to be able to finally land a lead: Hwang Hyunjin. A cyborg who seemingly took an acute interest in anything unique or pretty. Unique, sure. Christopher's natural hair color was definitely unique. But pretty? Did the guy think he was pretty or something? Doubtful. That's not what he's focused on anyways. Getting his eye back was the main priority. Sure, Christopher took his eye but what did Hyunjin expect? The guy /drugged him/. Of course he was going to defend himself somehow. Going quietly wasn't exactly his forte. Reaching up to knock noisily on the door to make sure he would be heard and stands back to wait. Was Hyunjin even home? He better ing be. Christopher has bone to pick with him.