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[kadeuxhyeonju]

A LEAP THROUGH TIME ~ When do we begin to hope?

5 October 2021

Idris,

I’ve arrived back in Kadeu safely. I have firmly planted the Vega Gem’s doors shut for the last six months and it is taking everything in me not to swing them wide open this very instant. I’m sure you’re chuckling now, insisting it would have been like this anyway given that that ridiculous winged oaf threatened me into keeping it closed for at least four of those months. Nonetheless, you silly creature…it’s good to be home.

Home. I’d never thought I’d say that about Kadeu without all the vitriol I’ve always—and still do—feel for this gods forsaken continent. Especially after the tensions of that civil war that was brewing in Club earlier this past summer and the other factions’ subsequent reactions to such chaos. But it is. Home. I’ve come to terms with this truth. In part thanks to you. I still laugh thinking of your shocked expression when we met face-to-face after decades apart. It seems that all it took to surprise my favorite, silly Fae was to sail across the sea in search of your whimsical heart. And look at all the trouble it’s caused me. I have dreams now, Idris, you bastard. I have hope.

How close was I to staying by your side, across the sea so far from these lands? Remembering the ever-so-slightly faded tattoos marring my skin—far closer than anyone can imagine. So much hope born in me partly in thanks to you and the realization that even these marks were not permanent.

Perhaps, it is also partly due to my mother no longer having a hold of me. After all, how can the dead grip us with rotted fingers? No longer, Idris. No longer. I want to forget that part of my life, and with her gone I hope that I can. But this ache…what is this ache? I have discovered so much in that time I was by your side, but it seems I have still more to learn.

’Til next time Old Friend,

Hyeonju

25 September 2022

Idris,

I can’t help but think of our time together during those six months. Those apprenticeships I took on simply because I could. Not for survival. Not in your name or honor, nor anyone else’s. Doing what I wanted for the first time in my 153 years simply because I could. It was…freeing. I’ve never used that word for myself. Gods, I sound so whimsical. I sound like you. 

That time has changed me. It makes me want to open another shop, maybe two. For clothing. Creating fashion suited for any rank. Clothes that compliment the jewelry I craft with such care and adoration they might as well be my blood-born children.

Idris, what have you done to me? I tell you this in every exchange and in every exchange you mock me in that knowing way of yours, but I’ll say it again. You have ruined me to the life I had grown accustomed to in Kadeu. I thought this feeling would die naturally on its own after a few weeks. But here I am still dreaming hopeless dreams.

Hopeless because that bastard of gold has set his sights on me. Or rather, he refuses look my way. He hasn’t said in so many words, nor does he need to. He no longer uses my shop. He walks around in gaudy jewels fashioned from jewelers of far lower caliber than you or myself—all for his pride. All because he knows I despise him. So be it. I rose to this rank without him. And while he may set the precedent for much of Heart, I take pride in knowing I set the precedent for its continued refined appearance.

Ah. I’ll end the letter here. Another letter from Luke has reached my doorstep. I should answer before he thinks I’ve all but cast him away again. And before you put quill to paper, Idris, no I have yet to forgive him for Lita.

…but I’m not adverse to having him in my life again.

’Til next time Old Friend,

Hyeonju

7 July 2023

Idris,

It is so quiet and calm this year. Boring, even. Yes, I dare say that despite only being halfway through. The Resistance is silent. Clubs are far more reasonable and less prone to violent tantrums in the street. Spade is as dull as it’s always been, stiff and musty like waterlogged wooden planks. I daresay the Diamonds have become almost bearable in attitude (the low and midrankers, at least) thanks to Ms. Moon’s much needed hand to guide their wayward, gaudy souls.

They still dress like they fashioned clothes from their grandmother’s lint balls and bags of misshapen enchanted confetti, though. In other words—there’s room for significant improvement. But it’s better than it was just a few years prior.

I wish I could say the same of Heart. Idris, my friend, that beast in gold has been starting up Fae-run businesses and education. That in itself is not a bad thing. In fact., I’d welcome it from any other person if it didn’t originate from the mind of someone as calculating and cruel as the one I shall not name. But because these wonderful ideas were founded by him I do not trust them. I do not trust his motives, nor do I trust the gradual influx of Fae migrating under his rule.

From what you’ve told me of Fae and their realm, I’m suspicious of why they’d come here despite preferring their own realm. I doubt they’re all like you--actually enjoying and preferring the company of this world. What his he up to? I don’t like these murmurs of his guards growing in size and strength. I worry for Heart—and the rest of Kadeu with it.

I’ll spare you more morbid talk. I know how much you dislike it. Let me tell you instead of the of all the plans I’ve made for those shops I’ve spoken of so many times. Wonder at the names I’ve created for each…!

**The rest of the letter’s writing is faded with time and illegible.**

9 August 2024

Idris,

This heat is no good for my fur. Even my ears are frizzing in this humidity. The customers and Alexei have told me I look “cuddly”. Disgusting. A child with her mother waltzed right up to me and began to give my tails too-hard thumps with her little Strongarm fists. You will be proud to know I did not growl at the sudden and violent touch. I am better at reminding myself not every hand coming at me will bring me harm. Still hurt like hell, though.

I am finishing up a commission today. It’s beautiful and will fetch a high price. The money is being set aside, as always, for my new shops. I hope to open the first one by the end of this year if all goes well. I’d ask for you to wish me luck, but we both know it’s my blood, sweat, and tears that have gotten me this far and will continue to do so.

Idris, you silly creature. My old and dearest friend. I hope this letter finds you well. That you are taking in the world. That you find what you have been looking for all these years. Just as I know you wish the same for me. And as always I hope even if we should meet again many, many, many centuries from now we are still comfortable companions in whatever way it takes shape.

Now excuse me while I go and chastise this overly energetic Shapeshifter trying to tell tall tales about ghosts haunting my jewelry. For a Spade, I’m amazed I see her wandering this faction so often. Shamelessly even. I like her. As much as I can like any Spade, I suppose. But she needs to stop alarming my customers.

’Til next time Old Friend,

Hyeonju

#kadeu: task #kadeuxhyeonju #Headcanon #: a leap through time #a look into the idris' box of letters from juju he keeps in a special chest #yes i said chest #this took me way longer than it shouldve #juju has gotten just a tad soft #A TAD i said #it's called getting away from your toxic environment and gaining perspective #he still dislikes most diamonds tho sorry #and spades #and clubs #and joui #what #i really like this letter style #maybe i'll this for eva and idris too #oh god im seeing double im so sleep deprived #off to bed i go gnight #hashtag 14 to 16 hour workshifts are not recommended #self para

[lukef]

if you give a fox a cookie

⌖ @kadeuxhyeonju

“parsley! fresh parsley! spices! fresh spices!” 

the fire elementalist hands the young boy a silver coin, even though he only asks for one bronze. when he tries to give him the change luke shakes his head and takes the parsley, all while saying “you need it more than i ever will” before the boy’s mother can protest and give the money back. it takes him a while to get to the vega’s gem, given he likes to frequent poorer areas to give the lowrankers his money, instead of supporting those that usually already have enough. he doesn’t mind the looks that he receives and if a kid pulls on his coat or hoodie and asks for a few coins, luke gives them what they ask for and more.

he hasn’t seen hyeonju in three years. a few exchanged letters every month, every year. luke is up to date with the things going on in the other’s life and so is hyeonju - but what he doesn’t know, is that luke has returned. but, as one can tell as soon as he steps into the vega gem - he’s about to find out. 

the first thing luke looks for as soon as the enters the shop, is other costumers. he doesn’t really need nosy people that see him reuniting with his long lost best friend. not even hyeonju’s friends. he decided to settle for some more comfortable clothes for the day, nice dress pants and a simple shirt. the weather is still nice enough to go out without a jacket (as if he has to go out with a jacket, he never freezes anyways).

along with the parsley, he has brought vegetables of all sorts, some meat and other things that can be used to cook what luke's mother used to make all the time when they were teens - dumplings and soup. 

“hyeonju.” luke isn’t exactly yelling, but he’s not being very quiet either. “if you’re not here on the count of four, i’ll make sure to get your vega gem a nice little makeover, fire included.”

#psa for admins: don't make luke broke. don't make luke broke. this is not to give you ideas #* looking for: kadeuxhyeonju. #* call: 017-if you give a fox a cookie. #* pull a card: thread.

[zuihuojoui]

🥮 — What is your favorite meal to eat at this time of year?

“I would say I don’t have one”, he says then looks from his junior butler to Uzuki who has his eyes closed but a smile birthing across his lips. “These beings would disagree wholeheartedly yet in silence”, he said then laughed, looking back to the junior butler who chose to close his eyes than look at the High Fae. He laughed again then relaxed into his chair. “I recall how many of those candied fruits treats I can make vanish. I have had the staff replicate it with our own fruit and liquors and then, worse, I can not control myself”, he said pointing to the empty two-tiered tray on the table before him.  He smiled and drank from his glass before extending it to be refilled.

#kadeu;meme #kadeuxhyeonju #ab:a look within #ab: a glimpse of the mindset

[croupiex]

⋯　pretty in pearls

( a starter for @kadeuxhyeonju )

Cassius’ most recent meeting with Emmeline had left him with three things: a limp, a weighted pouch of golden coins, and instructions on exactly when, where, and how to spend the money. When? Immediately after leaving her home. Where? A jeweller in the heart territory. How? A commission for ‘something pretty’ for his neck and the two piercings on his chest. Some might find the instructions demeaning, but Cassius is used to them and quite frankly, he doesn’t mind the insinuation that he’s more eye-pleasing object than person; it strokes his ego rather pleasingly.

(what he does mind is the fact that he won’t be able to stop by a healer until after he’s made the trek to the jeweller).

Upon entering the store, it’s easy for Cassius to identify the owner, the man hunched over an ornamented worktable in the middle of the display floor, busy at his craft. Acting as if the remnants of Emmeline’s physical work on his body weren’t there, Cassius takes confident (albeit uneven) steps to the central figure, trying to put on an act that he belonged in the clearly highranking landscape. He has yet to properly see the other’s face, and briefly the human wonders if the craftsman’s looks match the calibre of their jewellery.

Possessing a grace he does not truly feel, Cassius sets the satchel of coins onto an empty area on the workspace countertop, providing proof of payment before the jeweller could even question the lowranker’s ability to pay on account of his rank. Cas clears his throat and casually glances over the display cases in the shop, admittedly rather impressed by all the glitz and glam. “I’m interested in commissioning two pieces, built to be rather… sturdy if possible. Let’s say, an item that could withstand a strongarm’s interest”. It’s a polite way of saying that he’s looking for something that Emmeline won’t be able to break upon first tug, it should last for at least two.

#『 thread: pretty in pearls 』 #【 with: kadeuxhyeonju 】 #[ to keep the alliteration i wrote pearls... i really hope jujuice works with pearls on occasion ]

[cherrykadeu]

Yeon Nen Highranker Ball;

Despite the severe complications that Nari endured due to a temper tantrum thrown by the infamous Ace of Diamonds Lee Valentina  that had her has the main target of her cruel actions. The results of the said attack were not in Nari’s favor, some of her servants had died in order to protect her from the imps and others, just as Nari, had ended up injured.

The Kumiho had been confused as to why that had happened, not understanding why The Villa District had been her main target since she could not recall a single time in where she had crossed paths with the demon. Fortunately, she was still alive and recovering, as well as the rest of those who had got injured, the damage to her surroundings could be easily fixed, but the deaths of those who had jumped in to defend her had yet to be forgotten and it left a bad taste in Nari’s mouth, a cruel realization that she was still weak and that she had failed to protect those that needed her. That she had failed to protect herself.

That coupled with her encounter with King of Hearts Sayge Ko (ongoing) and the re-emergence of her past now marked in her skin in the form of a club defector tattoo were all reminders of how the 10 in her wrist meant nothing if she did not prove herself worthy of it.

And what a better way to start proving herself than attending a ball, looking her best, appearing strong as if nothing could her knock her down? 

Outfit;

Nari picked her clothes with a great deal of thought. Once she became a 10 of Hearts, she believed that it would somehow magically erase all that she had ever lived until then, that Cherry would be long forgotten and that Nari would finally have her time to shine. But the truth was that her alias did not bring any change in her behavior, sure certain situations required different sides of her, but Cherry was still Nari and she was not prepared to say goodbye to her just yet.

She arrived dressed in an extravagant red coat, black and gold details making her stand out in the crowd, attracting all the attentions towards her, just like Cherry demanded. Still, she was sure that someone powerful would wear something like this and Nari hoped that one day, she would not need any clothes in order to feel that way.

Taking off her coat, reveals a beautiful long red dress, a plunging neckline that guides the attention to her chest and to the necklace she received as a gift from her dear Zuihuo Joui (@zuihuojoui​) and crafted (ongoing) by her long time friend (@kadeuxhyeonju), delicate butterflies and flowers make the central piece of her entire look, perfectly matching the silver details around the waist of her dress and the small silver flowers decorating her hair.

There is not much covering her face, in spite of her usual reddened lips.  

Toy Drive Gift;

Nari took her time to think about her childhood, which is something that she did not like to do very often. Then she thought about the day when she had decided to change factions and how rough it was for her to thrive in a new and unknown territory, alone in such a cruel world. Still, there were things that were able to bring her joy, things that made everything easier.

As a small fox and even now, she always liked thick, soft blankets where she could hide herself in during cold weather, so she picked the best ones she could find. Hopefully they would bring enough warmth to whoever received them.  

Nari never liked reading, sue her. So, she bought a few coloring books and pencils, which was something that she used to like doing in her younger years and something that helped her pass the time. But, that was not all, inside of the still uncolored pages, she hid a few tickets for the next play (Lion King) that would take place at The Palace for the first two week of January, as well as some small detailed cards that she came up with before talking with her mentor about her idea, anyone who received them would be able to read:

Trade this card for a free meal at The Fox Den. Heart Territory. No expiring date.

Lastly, Nari decided to arrange a collection of skin care products of good quality. She had always believed, since very young, that a good part of taking care of oneself and feeling good had a great deal to do with the way you treated your own skin. Makeup was great fun but that and rough weather were enough to damage your skin. Besides, it smelled good and who didn’t like to smelling good? 

#event; Yeon Nen Ball #outfit #:') ma baby

[its-max-okay]

Friday, 5 March 2021; late evening Hearts Territory; a bar @kadeuxhyeonju​​

It’d been months since she’d seen Hyeonju last -- a busy handful of months, and what scant free time Max had in the interim had been devoted to the exact reason why she was here to drink tonight. She supposed she’d be looking at an uptick of unoccupied free time in the months to come, time she hoped to fill with nights like this one.

The two of them never skipped a beat when they were apart, falling back into the same comfortable habits and conversations they always did when reunited. Gossip and smalltalk came easily with the first couple rounds of drinks, parked in the dim corner of a highranker bar -- one that seemed to suit Hyeonju’s elegance far more than Max’s brashness, but one that they both always enjoyed all the same.

Despite the ease of company there was still a distinct melancholy in the air between them tonight, and they each appeared to have independent reasons to drink that they were happy to indulge together. Whatever the reasons were they’d both kept dancing around them for the past couple of hours, and only as Max slammed another shot glass face-down on the table did she point an unsteady finger across the table at her old friend.

“Hyeonju. Darling. My sweetheart.” That pun was just for him, considering the last time he’d made so stupid a joke and Max had called him out for it.

“Are you finally drunk enough to tell me what the fuck is bothering you, or do I need to buy another round or three?”

#lee hyeonju: stage three; bargaining #lee hyeonju.

[kadeupromo]

LEE HYEONJU AKA. ATLAS IS LOOKING FOR HIS RESISTANCE LEADER!

This character has no recommended faceclaim! They are a leader in the resistance

Hyeonju found himself at an all time low. Succumbing to the slums of Hearts and his lot as a low ranker with no bright future, he was ready to give up. Then he came across the resistance. He met you, leader of the resistance. You convinced him there was more to be had, but only by changing Kadeu’s corrupt and ill-balanced system. Hyeonju has followed you blindly for years. You are the only one who knows all his struggles from the Spades to the Hearts, to his rise to Ten. You are the only one he confides in because he believes you are the only one who understands the pain and struggle he’s endured all his life. He’ll follow your orders without question. His trust and faith in you in rare and abundant. The real question is: Are you deserving of it?

Mun Note: This muse can be anybody really. I’m just asking for a pre-established relationship with one of the leaders of the rebellion. This not meant to be romantic, but a deep bond. Your muse could be someone who just sees Hyeonju as a tool or maybe you genuinely like him. It’s an important connection so if you’re interested please dm me! @kadeuxhyeonju

#krp ad #fantasy rp #dark rp #spn rp #established rp #bio rp

[kadeuhq]

this might be a dumb question, but is there anything special one would have to keep in mind if they were making a muse that's part of the resistance? and although i myself am trans masculine and see no issue with it (considering the general lack of resources, mostly) how does the main feel about, for example, a cis male fc for a trans dude oc? sorry for the bother, but this rp looks SUPER neat and i wanted to be clear on it all!

Hello anon; these are totally not dumb questions at all, and thank you so much for the compliment! There’s nothing in particular that comes to mind when I think about our resistance members but I’ll list some general thoughts and ideas below:

Resistance members are split into two groups. Muses like @junganton who live in resistance hideouts and are largely supported by the resistance; and muses like @kadeuxhyeonju who have lives outside of the movement. Hyeonju owns the Vega Gem and has a substantial presence in highranker circles while Anton is more of a shadow the resistance sends out whenever they need to

The majority of the resistance is comprised of lowrankers or those that hold a grudge against how Kadeu is run. Members who try to join without a clear reason would be kept in the dark for a long time due to inherent distrust

It is more likely for resistance members to be defectors than it is for regular citizens. If the leaders need someone with an unknown face at a Jack rank, they’ll likely ask someone to defect to the Clubs and then either train them or have another member lose to them on purpose to raise their rank

It is more likely for resistance members to be falserankers. Again, this pertains mostly to those in the Club faction but they may have their more skilled fighters lose to a lower rank on purpose in order for them not to stand out. Anton is a falseranker, he was at the Queen rank before the resistance made him lose to a Seven

The resistance foothold in Spade territory is almost non-existent. Many of the ideals the Spades uphold are in-line with the Resistance

Also, I’m fine with a cis male faceclaim being used for a transgender muse!

Admin G

#answered; #Anonymous #lore update;

[kadeuxhyeonju]

A LOOK INSIDE;

MBTI: ESTJ-A (Executive)

Enneagram: Type 3; Wing 2 (The Achiever)

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Spirit Animal: Fox

Pop Culture Character: Elim Garak (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine)

#kadeu: task #kadeuxhyeonju #: a look inside #Headcanon

[lukef]

〄☾— young forever

⌖ @kadeuxhyeonju​

the sun was starting to set when luke left work and begun his way home through the hearts territory. half of the sun was already hidden behind the horizon, but only the most residual trails of light peaked through the roofs and houses. it seemed to become a night full of stars. some patches of grey clouds covered the sky here and there, hiding the orangey and slightly violett tones - but he knew the faction would provide the light nature would keep for herself later that day through bars, clubs and the likes. even though the day would soon come to an end, the streets weren’t quiet at all. the contrary was happening, all movements seemed to concentrate outside of the buildings, not even pulling a line between those who were running errands and those who party. and between all those people, bars and clubs, one particular shop seemed to pull his interest. 

the vega gem, he had often passed the jewelry but never entered, not due to the lack of money, but rather because of the faction the shop was located in. luke stopped his bay dun, moucha, on the sidewalk and got off her back, before tying her cord at the intended ferrule on the wall of a house. “i’ll be right back.” he said, as if the horse could understand what he was saying. he crossed the street, removed a bit of dust from his work uniform and checked out the display windows for a few seconds. when he finally entered the jewelry, he was greeted by both silence and an elegant interior, something you would expect from the jewelry owned by a highranker, probably a facecard. the owner was nowhere to be seen, so he simply spent some time in front of the showcases, inspecting the jewelry displayed inside. a few of the things sparked his interest. fully lost in thought, the elementalist didn’t hear the approaching footsteps of the owner, only looking up when he sensed his figure in the corner of his eye.

he felt as if a wall made out of fire hit him, a wall of fire that sent sparks down his whole body. the sparks didn’t stop until they reached his toes - and they brought immediate nervousness over him. luke stopped right in his tracks. the face he looked into was a face he hadn’t seen in a few years, or rather decades. a face he could never forget - and it belonged to lee hyeonju. memories flooded his brain for a few seconds, memories of ivy and juju, sitting on a bench, laughing about a way younger luke. a way younger luke who was not so much in control of his powers, a younger luke who often burned down things and later on burned down plants, and someday ivy which wrapped around lanterns, ( he still heard ivy say ”not that you burn me down one day, lukey! be careful with those hot hands of yours!” ) before he finally burned down friendships. the second wave of memories hit him right after. and most of them were not happy at all. they contained shocked faces of parents, students; they contained tears and pain. and even though he had coped through the years, a wound was ripped open the second he opened his mouth.

“hyeonju. how have you been?”

#not me naming the thread young forever because ivy will stay young forever #* looking for: kadeuxhyeonju. #* call: 004-young forever. #* pull a card: thread. #sentimental hours with luke lol

[lukef]

soup stains

⌖ @kadeuxhyeonju

backdated to august 28, 1976

“pretty displays of wealth. how can your short life spans allow such narcissism?” luke mocks his words, all while making an exaggerating motion with both of his hands. it’s late summer, horribly hot in his room and if it wasn’t for hyeonju being there, too, he would have probably walked around naked. “how dare you highrankers show that you have enough money for light.” he emphasizes every other word. his back leans against the cold and white wall ( in this case, the wall being cold is nothing more than an illusion. he feels like if it got a little more hotter, it would start burning, too. ) they’re both on his bed, in the middle of his room, surrounded by a few book shelves, random plants and just dirty laundry lying around. he’s comfortable enough with hyeonju to not clean his room before his best friend comes over. there’s a bonsai ( ben ) on the left side of the bed. it looks a bit dry, but at least it still has all of it’s leafs. 

luke continues his theatrical monologue about highrankers and crystal lamps for a bit, before ending it with an attempted bow and a few ‘thank you’s. then, he breaks out into a fit of laughter, holding his stomach with one arm before pressing his hand against the right wall, in an attempt not to fall onto the wooden ground. it’s when he suddenly turns and attempts to tickle hyeonju that his mom barges into the room, flowery dress on, glasses on her nose, hair open and wavy. from her position it must look like they do something else, with the way that his shirt has ridden up a bit and hyeonju’s hand is on his chest in an attempt to push him away. luke stares at him for only a few seconds before immediately jumping away, turning around while he did so.

“oh my god, mom..!” luke nearly yells, panicked expression on his face. his mother looks equally panicked, doorknob still in her hands. she pulls the door close as soon as she “realizes” what’s happening, all while trying to hold in a laugh.

“nice to finally meet you, hyeonju! dinner is ready in five, you two better be down by then.”

#please im yelling #* looking for: kadeuxhyeonju. #* pull a card: thread. #* call: 012-soup stains.

[lukef]

eyes shut

throw your heart to me

let it fall and hit the ground

your timing was so wrong

well, nothing's gonna hurt me with my eyes shut

tw; death

being born in kadeu probably came with a huge stack of terms and conditions. thing was, no one ever read the terms and conditions, and if they did, they most definitely spared the fine print. when luke was born, he was never offered to read terms and conditions ( he wouldn’t have done it, anyways ). kadeu changed to quickly to even have some. if someone told him what was to come, he would probably have considered regressing to the egg cell and sperm he was created from. creator of said egg cell, his mother, halmeoni, currently looked through vegetables portrayed in front of a booth. she wasn’t as weak as most humans in her age, strong on her own legs without support. but she still linked arms with her way taller son after paying for lettuce and tomatoes ( luke complained about them being sold with the vegetables, knowing very well that they were considered fruits ).

“how is dear cassius doing..?” his mother asked, rather focused on listening than walking, something that nearly caused her to trip. his mother loved the fellow diamond, probably as much as her own son. he chuckled about her question, carefully grabbing her arm a bit stronger when she was close to tripping. “cas is doing just fine. i’m planning on taking him to the academy around next week or so, he really wants to see my powers in action. i have to save some mana for that.” “so no quickly heated up meals and tea today..?” the old woman sends a smile in his direction, then turns around and looks at another booth, this one displaying bread. “you should bring him over more often..! he is such a sweet young man. i should make him food more often. tell him that he’s free to come join us eat anytime he wants. i can make some jjigae this weekend..!” she huddles closer to some soup bowls placed on a table next to the bread. “these are so pretty. i should get cassius some.” “mom.” her talking is interrupted by her own son, who has tears in his eyes from trying to suppress his amused laugh regarding her love for his friend. “you gifted him about five soup bowls for yeon nen, i think he’s fine for now.” he gently pats her shoulder, taking over her bag as she pays for the needed bread and stuffs it between tomatoes and lettuce. luke is distracted by a few bystanders arguing over the last bread, so he turns around for a few seconds and tries to talk some sense into them. in that short amount of time, his mother buys two of the bowls in secret. she’s right, they’re gorgeous, with colorful flowers painted all over them. luke doesn’t notice as they disappear in the bag. when the argument is solved, he offers her his arm again and they wander off in the direction of downtown diamond.

“actually, there’s something i have been wanting to tell you about. you remember hyeonju..? i mean, juju..?” halmeoni scoffs loudly, sending him a gaze that comes close to a glare. “how wouldn’t i?” something in her tone is reproachful, but he got used to it after all the years. “when have i last seen him? twenty, thirty years ago..?” luke shakes his head. “around forty, should be it. so, what i have been meaning to tell you, i recently met hyeonju. he is now a successful jeweler and-”

luke does not get the chance to finish what he was about to say. his mother shushes him, shaking her head. “hyeonju can tell me about it himself when you two are close again.” she smiles, leaving a surprised and confused luke behind as she takes a turn right, in the direction of their grandfather’s house. he hurries after her. “uh, mom, i didn’t say anything about us possibly becoming close again.” “oh, dear luke. fenris. you have always been two great minds that think alike and always will be.” with these words, she cuts him off before he has the chance to say anything else. now he’s the one to scoff, helping her up the stairs while thinking about what she just said. 

he sleeps over at their house that night, with it becoming to late to travel home and his father convincing him to stay. his grandfather leaves them alone for the evening, something he is slightly disappointed but not mad about. he has more time left with his grandfather than he probably has with his parents.

and as his grandfather comes home the next morning, he’s lucky to have him there. because who else would have been able to control the fire that emitted his chest in the middle of the emotional outburst he experienced in his parents bedroom when he went to check on them that morning. he is now sitting at the kitchen table, hands wrapped around his favorite mug, one with painted owls on it. the coffee in it is strong, too strong for luke. his eyes are too dry, his cheeks top puffy to speak clearly. and while he knew that it had to come someday, that he would live longer than his parents, he never prepared himself for the day he’d find them both, arm in arm, hand in hand, asleep.

forever.

[ mentioned: @kadeuxhyeonju | @croupiex ]

#the song is eyes shut by years and years- just slightly modified #luke's emotional outburst is something likely only cas will have to deal with sooo; he's gonna be fine in a week #* behind the hourglass: solo. #i did not proofread this but uh here yall go #just a little character developement for my man out of fear that the admins will f him up otherwise c:

[cherrykadeu]

@kadeuxhyeonju​

Money controlled everything in Kadeu, even if the members of the other factions were trying to constantly convince themselves that they valued other far more noble aspects, the truth that was so hard to admit was that without money life could be a lot more difficult.  However, even though having money was a very good thing, keeping stolen money under your mattress at home was not the smartest thing, so Nari knew she had to get rid of it as soon as possible, before it could get her into trouble. .

And what was the best way to continue to display a certain wealth even without having money? One should spend it on things of value. She was planning to send some to her brother, of course, but for now she was more excited about her visit to Vega Gem, for some time now she had thought about visiting her friend Hyeonju, but now it seemed like the ideal time.

Entering that space, the Gumiho let her eyes rest on the beautiful jewels that were displayed and that begged for every clients attention. She could see an apparently young woman talking to Hyeonju and so she occupied herself for a few moments by looking around. As soon as the women left, Nari turned to Hyeonju with a smile on her face.

“Do you have a minute for me? I promise it will be worth your time” she knew how busy he could be, but even so she had too much that she wanted to tell him, she really couldn’t wait.

#hyeonju1; #hope this is enough to start this off!!

[zuihuojoui]

as hearts do

December 31, 2020 Joker; Highranker’s Ball 9:55pm

The looks upon his opulence were a natural reaction to such beauty. Joui as his given elevation declared, filled the space with his radiance. The moon’s gleam beneath the glass panels and the crystals lit within only amplified his glistening. He walked and greeted those around him, glass of his welcome drink swirled, the aroma inhaled, then passed to a midrankers tray. He could not be given to over consumption that eve, his state healed some, raised from migraines and bloody noses, but delicate still, far too delicate for his typical games.

He would spend not one more day within his chambers prodded watched like an invalid. So care to his consumption there would be. 

Exchanged compliments passed between he and a facecard were interrupted with the turn of his head. Joui followed his eyes to crimson silks and a figure unworthy of him. With a chuckle he stepped to his side, hand going to his shoulder to bring his eyes back to the High Fae. “I have not yet decided if I intend to have the likes of you look at my Nari that way. Remove the lust from your eyes or I will remove them”, he said lifting his hand, nails guards passing to his cheek before the Ace moved off towards the beauty in red.

“My sweet”, he said extending his hand for her own, eyes passing over her marvelous presentation. “you, pull the eyes so effortlessly and make it hard to look away”, he said lifting her hands to his lips. “I may have to start collecting them.”

@cherrykadeu   @kadeuxhyeonju

#event: Yeon Nen. Highrankers Ball #jwp: as hearts do #cherrykadeu #kadeuxhyeonju #am i forgetting a tag #i feel i am #welp

[kadeu]

Explosion During Orientation!

In the early morning hours of Thursday 10 September 2020 an explosion rocked The Academy during their orientation! The entire front entrance as well as some of the surrounding hallways have been destroyed. Though no one died during the explosion, several of the professors received severe injuries that had to be healed by the Academy’s Emitter. 

Thanks to some quick actions from staff and student alike the flames were suppressed within the hour. The Academy Dean had this to say, “Despite this act of terrorism our excellent Academy members were able to put out the flames despite the accelerants used. We will be investigating this matter thoroughly. That being said, some of our Alumni have already reached out and thanks to their kindness we expect The Academy will be repaired and ready to accept Students by Start of Term on this Monday the Fourteenth.”

A group has stepped forward to take credit for this explosion! They sent the following statement in a letter shortly after the event: You have ignored the state of our city for far too long. You sit in silks, swaddled in your own ignorance, complaining you do not have enough as we starve in streets. You think your factions will divide us but we know our enemy and it is you. We are the Resistance. We are Kadeu. 

We will free ourselves from your tyranny.

A bit dramatic in this reporters opinion but how do you feel about it? We’ll be taking quotes from citizens, anonymous and otherwise. Look forward to those, dear reader! See how the city really feels about this bombing. Do you think there will be another?

ooc; If your muse would like to make a statement for the deck please send the statement in to the npc blog. Anyone who had reason to attend may participate in this event! Delivering something, singing the Diamond anthem, etc. If you’d like your name added to this list just message the main

Witnesses;

@merirobin professor

@phoenixkadeu student

@junganton hidden; perpetrator

@kadeuxhyeonju hidden; perpetrator

#the deck; #kadeu: event

[kadeuhq]

Accepted — Lee Hyeonju

♥ Lee Hyeonju aka. Atlas looks like Jung Hoseok ( BTS ) ♥ He was born April 25, 11868; making him 152 years old but he appears mid-twenties ♥ This Kitsune Strongarm is Pansexual and a Ten of Hearts ♥ He is a Revolutionary and the owner of The Vega Gem, working there as a Jeweler

Biography

Lee Hyeonju was born to Rank 10 parents—a Spade Strongarm mother and a Hearts Kitsune father. As a child he was full of life, a smile ready at his lips, curious, and opinionated. Hyeonju was too soft for the Spades, too passive for Clubs, too average for Diamonds, and too honest for Hearts. That didn’t mean he didn’t give his best effort to be what his parents expected of him.

Raised under a strict household, Hyeonju was confined to a set routine that involved intense training in combat and magic. What he lacked in strength, Hyeonju made up for with agility and perception. He could read his opponents like a book, predicting their next attack. He used his Kitsune abilities to his advantage, conjuring small illusions to provide enough of a distraction to get a strike in. When he wasn’t training, Hyeonju was forced to spend his hours studying military drills, history, politics of the districts. He became well-versed in how the upper-echelons of the Factions worked—he found no pleasure in knowing these things, though.

Hyeonju was a skilled fighter, but he was too kind. Whenever the opportunity arose for him to strike the winning blow, he’d hold back. He allowed himself to lose. His illusions would never last long enough to keep the enemy at bay. In class, his lack of interest in his subjects led to failed tests and mocking jabs in his directions from the other children. He’d face a severe scolding from his mother.

By the time his mother forced him to enlist at 10 years of age, Hyeonju was good enough to remain a high ranker. Unfortunately, because of his reluctance to follow the expectations and laws of Spade, his tattoo labeled him a 7 and from then on, the Lee estate was filled with disappointment. The only solace he found was in the Hearts district.

There everything seemed carefree; everyone was blessed with immense wealth, so much so, Hyeonju believed with it he would never have to worry about playing to other people’s rules. It was in those weekend visits tailing his father while the man collected debts from low rankers that the boy came to the decision to defect. It was a mistake that would change the soft, kind-hearted boy forever.

Hyeonju spent 35 years struggling to reach the status of high ranker. When he first started, he was unable to feed from humans, taking pity on the living—his mother only ever fed him pre-killed humans. For years he depended on his Spade training, but malnourished and alone, Hyeonju barely survived. Reaching a high enough rank, he turned to prostitution in the low ranker quarters. His personality made him well-loved by coworkers and clientele, but inside Hyeonju was losing what little light he had managed to keep alive in the dregs of Hearts.

It was only after accidentally coming across a group of revolutionaries that Hyeonju’s perspective changed. Listening to their dissatisfaction with the system, he resonated with their words, the pain and hopelessness that came with trying to adhere to the rules, to be punished for looking for a place to belong, and thinking death was the ultimate freedom—the final choice. He didn’t want to think like that anymore. Hyeonju wanted to be part of their world—their ideals—but he was useless as is. So he made a decision.

With time and effort, Hyeonju learned to hunt for humans on his own, gradually gaining back his abilities, even getting stronger because of the fresh kills. He used his illusions and Kitsune characteristics to appeal to clientele’s deepest fantasies, learned to draw their secrets out from them with his sweet smile and sunshine laugh. 35 years since he left Spade and finally Hyeonju had found a purpose. Here in his prestigious jeweler’s shop, “The Vega Gem,” Hyeonju was now a proud Rank 10, serving the wealthy public. Under the table, he was a financial backer to the revolutionaries he called friends and comrades. He’d given up so much of himself to reach this point. He no longer smiled carefree.

But he hoped one day, he’d be able to once more.

Personality

Hyeonju, a victim of the Factions, their laws, expectations, and judgement, hopes that by aiding the revolutionaries the Faction society will come to an end. Until then, he plays the perfect role of a Rank 10 Hearts to the public, dripping honey-sweet words to clients and high rankers, looking on with disgust at those below 7. In reality, when the night comes and there are no eyes on the jeweler, Hyeonju uses money hidden away to aid his fellow sex workers who were not as fortunate as him to escape the low rankers. In return, they feed him information they hear from their clients that he then passes on to the revolutionaries. His smile is genuine for those who earn his trust. One thing that remains true for him is that he still has a playful little boy hidden beneath, but years of struggle and pain have made him hard, distrustful, and desperate to hold onto the wealth he’s accumulated. After all, this is the only way he can change the world and set himself free.

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