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@✦ Cameron "Well, it's not smart," said Calvin,. He just nodded, not knowing what else to say. "Uh, yeah... exactly. I-I'd best be going..." He had never seen the dude before and had no idea if he should trust him. What if he was crazy? Or a villain? Or a...crazy villain?! He turned to look around to try to maybe see if he could get himself...unlost...but realised he had no idea how deep into the woods he was. "Uh oh"

@✧ Calvin "I guess then I would have something to do if I get attacked." Cameron shrugged it off then a faint grin creeped on his lips after he threw the bud on the ground and stomped on the flame. "That nakes two of us. I wanted time away from the world for a bit. Think. Pounder. Contemplate. Woods is the best for that... For me at least."

@✦ Cameron Calvin stood and brushed off his clothes. "You know, if you keep that up, one of these days, you could get yourself hurt. You'll scare the wrong person and they'll attack or something." He just shrugged, still a bit shaken, though. "I'm not l..." He looked around. "I guess I kinda am. I mean, I was just walking because..." How could he explain why he was walking in the woods? Even he didn't know. The woods just called to him. "I just wanted time to myself. But I guess I got carried away."

@✧ Calvin A small soft laughter left thin lips after the ginger took a drag from the lit tabacco stick. Seeing the reaction from the other just humored him. Reaching out, Cameron patted the male's head then slipped a hand into his pocket.
"I won't hurt you. Just wanted a laugh. Relax." Cameron leaned against a nearby tree, one leg up with his foot pressing against it for support. "You seem a bit lost. Are you? It is kinda dark isn't it... People disappear in dark forests sometimes because fear takes over them and paranoria."

@✦ Cameron Calvin was just minding his business, the woods tugging at his heart, enticing him further and further. The young man didn't know about how the woods flowed through his very own veins. "And deeper and deeper I go," he began, reciting his own poetry on the spot, a habit he got honest from his father, "Paths winding and winding. Passing the cold, unwelcoming trees, branches bare like my heart, just hanging out where all can see. People can see all of me and poke their needles into me, I-"

Someone jumped out and frightened him! "Ahhh!" he yelled, ducking down, covering his head with his arms.

@✧ Calvin Finding the time away from the world, Cameron liked wandering without thinking. There are times where he would drink just enough to feel a buzz then walk it off. This time green almost edging to blue eyes had their attention on nearby woods. Perfect to get lost for sometime.
Sitting on a stomp, the ginger lit up a cigarette then took a deep inhale while looking around at his surrondings. It was then when Cameron notice something moving through the woods. Now it wasn't known that Cameron was scared of anything physical. Something unknown moving about just made him curious and well, now he has to go check it out. When he stood up he soon moved behind a tree seeing a figure having no sense of a direction like he did. A small twisted sense of humor sprung into him. The instict of 'Oh I want to mess with this one' popped into his mind. Just a little scare.
The red-head stood behind a thick large tree and waited for just the right moment. Closer. Closer.. Closer... and pop! Cameron jumped out from behind the tree with hands shaped like paws and playfully growled at the stranger.
"Roar-"

@✦ Cameron It was going to be evening soon, but Calvin didn't care. Here he was aimlessly walking around. Well, not really aimlessly, as he had a reason, but no goal. Every now and again, the young man's heart would pull him along and send him into a strange longing to go to the woods, no matter where he was. Calvin, ironically enough, hated the woods. Something about them were just...unsettling. And not because there were wild animals or because they looked spooky. It was...something else. For some reason Calvin always felt like something was wrong with the woods...like something may have happened in a forest in his past life or something. But as much as he hated the woods, the darkness creeping in his heart that he was unaware of always urged him to go. And so he did. He felt his heart trembled as he stood at the edge of the forest. He entered, and walked for an hour or so, not knowing where he was going, or how lost he was getting.

@✦ Minsung When Minsung's body collapsed, Alex's arms immediately wrapped around his waist and held him up. Though Alex was in pain, he didnt care about that right now. "Minsung!" He winced a bit but moved to carry him. Alex looked around their surroundings and carried him to an area away from the path they were on. He nearly dropped Minsung from the injury he received, but he didn't, all he could think about was to get them to an area where no one could spot them. It was the only way he could make sure that they were safe, at least for now. "Hey, how are you feeling?" Alex asked as he caressed the Male's face.

@✧ Alex They were finally safe, Minsung did it, he made them both safe. That's the only thing Minsung could've thought, looking at his friend while everything else was blurry, his heart beat going fast against his chest, giving Alex a small smile even though he felt drained, powerless and exhausted, was it too much? did he really use all of his powers? Never in Minsung's life it came to that, and he never really stood in front of the outcome. All magic comes with a price, what was the price for that? "Yeah I'm ok..." he lied and suddenly he took a Palle look, as if he'd been painted with white-wash, even his lips were barely there. Then with one step backwards the crumpled just like a pupped released of their strings.

@✧ Dongyoung Kyuhyun walk into the woods searching for whatever items and ingredients that he could use for his alchemy potion and pills. For being from the universe he is from, he is wearing a bright red hanfu as he travel the place which making him more careful to not tores the clothing. Though being careful, he still moving fast in between the trees as his eyes darting around to search for anything he could use but being a clumsy self he is. He gotten himself in trouble when a wolf appear and obviously have been preying on him. Being a alchemist, his fighting skill would be horrible but he still manage to get some vine plant to help stop the wolf from attacking him too much. Though, he still get hurt and ripped his clothes during his struggle to get away from the wolf.

@✦ Minsung One minute they were in the cabin, the next they were somewhere that Alex hadn't the slightest clue about. However, he wasn't worried about that. Instead, he rushed to Minsung's side, ignoring the pain and checked the wound on his neck. "Minsung, are you okay?" He asked as he gently wiped at the blood with his thumb. He looked back at Minsung and let out a sigh, "i know you're stronger than me... but you used up most of your powers on me already... what ..." he hated the fact that he was powerless to help his friend. He hated to see him hurt and unable to do anything.

@✦ Taehyung “I do not lack brain,” Minho said and looked at the man in front of him. “I lack luck, clearly. But only partly, as I had you coming around and saving my .” He snorted amused and shook his head. Yes, he clearly had been lucky. He could have gotten killed but the other male had saved him. He owed Taehyung, definitely. Though he was not sure if he should been happy about that or something alike. After all he was not sure how the other was, if he would use this to trick Minho or if he would end up being completely genuine. Everything was possible after all. “How did you recognise me though? Is my face known here?” That was a surprise after all. He knew he did not look that much like his parents though he was well known in Euphoria and people recognised him. But being recognised here was new after all. Then again it was his first day ehre anyways.

For a moment Minho even considered taking the male’s hand but then eventually decided against it as the amount of blood was not exactly little. Though Minho did have some blood on his face and clothes now so there was that. He blinked a little confused when the other suddenly turned around and started to get away from Minho and for a long moment the Stark kid just stood there, watching the other get further away before he followed him. “Is it even safe to keep your blade in your boot?” he asked curiously though the other seemed to be a lot luckier than Minho was so the answer was probably easy to guess: yes.

“So… you can get in prison in here?” he asked surprised but then again there was a lot Minho did not know about Malum. It was a secret of its own and even though he usually made sure to know as much as possible, his parents tried his best to keep him and everyone else away from Malum. Though he really wanted to learn more about this place. Why was it like this? Could it be better? Where the people really that evil? Well, Taehyung might have just killed three men but they had clearly been with evil intentions and Taehyung had also saved him. So there was that. “What does the witches broom do though? Or is it just to let people think it was someone else?” There were many answers to it after all.

Looking around curiously Minho still followed the older male. Or at least he guessed he was older by a little bit. Not much, but a handful of years maybe. “I’m here for knowledge,” Minho said and shrugged then. “Just wanted to figure out how to cross the path and, well, I wanted to see this place. Get more knowledge about it and see what it is like.” He knew people found this a lame explanation but to Minho it simply was the truth. “Where you never curious of the other side?” He stared at the water and then started to wash his face, grimacing. “, that’s cold.”

@✧ Jimin After the teleportation I feel kinda sick like Im gonna throw up at any minute but I gulp down my saliva and Im happy enough it works as Im breathing normal tempo, just grabbing on the bed when Im sitting on it all scared and shocked. Who would have done this to me? Who? I have some enemys but not to the point that they will shoot me... is it about you? Who are you exactly? I only know youre from high ground, knowing something in here and there and you have some information that I need to receive yet youre being yourself and I cant get to you. Hisses at the pain and just shakes on your bed, falls down on it as my head is too weak to handle. I mumble some words towards you, meaning for you to help me heal up quickly. - whats your name?

@✦ San Jimin sniffs the air coming across a string of blood and looks around, he was tall which wasn’t really helping since the trees were blocking his field of view. He crouches down and continues to explore until he sees a rabbit start to guide his way. He quickly follows after it and comes across his body. He pulls up close to the other and sniffs and tilts his head, his big hand reaching over to the other and gently helps him up. “I’ll help.” The voice sounded demonic and yet soft, his bright glowing eyes looks around before putting San in his hand and quickly engulfs the other in the darkness and teleports to his hideout, dropping the other on his bed. He used this spot as a hideout whenever he wasn’t in the city. The darkness around Jimin shrank and melted away revealing a beautiful boy underneath all of it. He adjusted his glasses properly and go to mending his wounds quickly.

@✧ Jimin My gun aims at you while I knee on the ground near the tree just watching your every move. I put my gun down I know Im here for the kill if something will not came to my like, but I need information rather than blood. So I quickly to not make any sound follow you into the woods. There is something different in the air this time, when I haunt I feel at peacebut now? Something strange radiates around. Then suddenly I hear a whistle coming through to hit me in my arm. I fall down on my knees with a loud thud, I dont see well, clenching my fist I grip on my arm and look around the place with furious eyes but I see no one, that mutherer must have run away already but what am I supposed to do now? I clench on my arm before dropping everything on the ground as I drag myself over a tree and places myself over it as I take a deep breath. Feeling the blood running away from me.

@✦ San Jimin was doing one of his many many rounds of searching the woods, he was this giant menacing creature with antlers and glowing white eyes that walked around the woods for hours and hours in search of something. It was a strange phenomena because apparently rumors were going around that a giant beast was roaming the same forests, he knew it was him but didn’t know how to go about it. He couldn’t really trust anyone with his real image, he’d be killed he was told. He hums and looks around before he hears a sound. ‘What was that? sounded painful…’ He turns in the direction of the noise and walks toward it looking for where the sound came from. He catches a squirrel and looks at it listening in on what it was telling him only to find it was useless so he continued on his little search of what the sound was.

@✦ Felix It was such a nice day filled with glee and beautiful sunshine and even the birds were singing and everything was shining with the spirit of spring and honestly who am I kidding. The day just as all the others… Kris kicked a stone with his foot strongly against on of the trees scaring of a flock of birds that had been screaming their throats hoarse for some attention from the ladies. An angry growl leaving his own throat as he kicked the next stone. This annoying everyday tranquillity where nothing happened and no one was even around. How could anyone take it. Unable to survive even a minute longer he was about to just make his own evil plan to bring calamity over all of this peaceful world when a sound of chaos found their sweet wings of hope to his ear. A smile on his face he turned to follow the sounds voices talking horses making a fuss and something that sounded like an accident had caught his attention.

He couldn’t help but laugh seeing what had happened. Someone’s carriage had fallen over. Who in the world would still use a carriage…? He thought before shaking his head. That was beside the point. They had used on and the horses went out of control causing the carriage to fall over. So here he was standing looking at the scene with a bright smile on his face happy that finally something was disrupting the tranquil every day or dangerous boredom when suddenly something was like thunder exploding right next to his ear. That symbol on the carriage… it couldn’t be him could it?

With a put-on nice face and faked concern, he walked over to the carriage looking inside. “Are you all right in there? Can I assist you?” Kris asked the person inside giving him his best good Samaritan impression. At first, he had just wanted to confirm if it was who it thought it was but then he saw the whole situation up close upon approaching and somehow, he couldn’t help himself. He was going to help where ever he could… Nostalgia was really a frightening emotion. Or was it revenge. Well either way he was here to help.

@✧ Minho In the midst of coming down from his adrenaline kick, he spares the outsider a galance while wiping the blood of his victims off on one of their shirts. It’s absurd and rare for a euphorian to cross over the river and into the land of darkness. The boy didn’t even seem the slightest bit fazed at what had transpired, talking as if this happened ever other day, which Taehyung is certain did not happen in euphoria. He shakes his head with a gruff chuckle that follows. Once he’s cleaned off most of the blood from his hands, he slowly rises to his feet and turns to meet the other male face to face. “Minho Stark, son of Tony Stark. Real genius, I’ll give him that but you lack some brains no?” The comment was void of any real scrutiny as a slow, cheshire smile stretches across his lips. “Could’ve gotten yourself killed, tsk tsk. Anyways, yeah I’m Taehyung the one and only. Don’t forget it. And you’re completely welcome for saving your .”

He offers a hand out but immediately retracts it. “Where are my manners, I should probably finish washing my dirty hands.” He begins to continue on which the path he came before the little squabble- not before remembering to tuck his switchblade back safely into his boot. He leaps over a couple stumps and dramatically dodges tree limbs with ease. He turns his head back, casting a glance back at Minho and beckons him forward with a nod of the head.

“Come on now, we don’t have all day. I’m sure someone’s gonna stumble across the bodies within the next hour or so and by then I need to squeaky clean and nice alibi so my doesn’t get prison time.” He doesn’t seem all too concerned and truthfully he isn’t. The laws in Malum meant little to nothing; however, if on a rare occasion that anyone should care, they’d face quite a long sentence. He steps out into the clearing that separated the village and the woods. He could already see the lights of town illuminating the the slowly darkening night. “And don’t even bother worrying about the bodies, I used the witches broom for a reason.” He gave Minho a cheeky little grin.

Instead of going completely across the clearing, Taehyung decided to stay close to the outskirts of the woods and travel upwards to a small pond in hopes of no one seeing him. “Why are you even over here anyways? Snooping? Meeting a forbidden lover,” Taehyung asks once they’ve reached the pond, hands plunged in the icy cold water to rid of the rest of the evidence.

@✦ Taehyung While Minho had heard twigs breaking under someone’s feet, he had not expected for anyone to come forward. Of course he knew that the people of the evil side where a lot more risking as they grew up in this place. They were used to having to stand up for themselves while many of the good kids were put into bubble wrap and protected. Something Minho would never entirely understand. People needed to learn how to take care of themselves or they would end as failure. Something he should better not say out loud as he could already imagine the uproar the kings and queens would cause. But it was the truth. Minho had never been fan of all the good stuff after all.

So seeing someone come out of his hiding spot and confronting the men in front of Minho was a surprise, but a pleasant one. An almost inaudible snort left his lips as he heard the twinkle toe comment – this guy had guts. And funky hair, for sure. He was taller than Minho but still smaller than those guys. And while Minho was still halfway in his thoughts about that guy and what he could do, blood started to splatter. And that right into his damn face. With wide eyes he could only watch what was happening as the newly arrived guy started to fight the three men that had threatened now both of them.

A few times the knife got a little too close for Minho’s liking so he had to duck away, only to end up with one of the guys elbows in his face. Now, it was not that Minho had never fought. In fact, he had caused quite some trouble from time to time, causing some broken bones and ugly cuts, but this place was an entirely different level and while Minho had the brains, he also knew very well that he would lose if he fought properly. So instead he only helped the boy as good as he could with making the men trip over his leg and push them away, towards the guy with the knife. Something Minho would definitely make sure to keep with him next time as well. Because he might have gotten himself right into a problematic situation, yes, but that would definitely not stop him from coming here again. He was Minho after all and his father was Tony Stark and even if he sometimes hated it, he had the sense of adventure from his father.

“Look out-“ was what Minho started but the blue haired guy already had cut the man’s skin and made sure he would die on his injuries. Something Minho should probably be shocked about but he wasn’t. It was not the first time he saw someone die in front of him though people did not suspect someone from the good side to have a few secrets like this. “Thanks,” he said and stepped over the dead bodies, looking at the man in front of him. He was young, probably just a little older than Minho himself and he had a slightly familiar look in his eyes. That was enough for Minho to recognise the young male. He had read about him just like he had read about most people in this world.

“You are Taehyung, right?” he said and then tried to smear the blood away. “I am Minho. What do we do with the, eh, bodies?” On the other side people could not easily get murdered nor easily be hidden, a huge punishment would end up upon people doing it anyways so there was that. But while Minho had read the ‘rules’ that existed here, he was not sure if anyone even cared. Those guys had been ready to harm him as well, no matter if intruder or not. So this would be quite interesting to figure out. “Thank you again for saving my . Didn’t think I would get myself into trouble this fast.” Well, he was not always that unlucky.

@✧ Minho ‘, , ,’ Taehyung mentally cursed as his hazel eyes flitted around the darkened forest frantically. Goddammit , if only he had left his hair black instead of electric blue, he wouldn’t have any issues with sticking out like a sore thumb in the forest to take refuge. His hand clutches around the broomstick even tighter as he makes a hasty plan to hide in the shrub of sticks; he winced once or twice as the sharp end poke at him but he does his best to lay in them and to hide his entire being.

“Where do you think the little street rat went?”

“I don’t know, Agatha. How did you let a mere boy steal your broomstick anyways?”

From what he could see through the small opening of the layered sticks, the two witches were flying on one broomstick, slowly circling the area though the opening wasn’t big enough to see much other than a few fleeting seconds. He could hear something akin to a smack followed by a yelp and a loud cackle. “I don’t see him anywhere and sundown is approaching let’s just call it a day and buy you a new one huh? Dinner is waiting.” Taehyung wasn’t surprised that the witches were giving up the search, they had been hunting the young male down for nearly two hours. Silence filled the area and Taehyung waited another ten minutes before he rose from his hiding spot, a wide boxy smile of triumph proudly resting on his lips.
“Ha, ers. Stupid witches.” Now, Taehyung has nothing /against/ witches per se; however, those two in particular like to loiter around his moms bar and cause some trouble. That’ll show them.

Twirling the broom in his hands, he begins his journey out of the woods as it was becoming dark and the woods were not the place to be seen after dark. He hums to himself with extras skip in his step and he was close to the edge of the woods when he hears the sounds of voices. Not female voices of the witches and it causes him to stop in his tracks. Ever as curious, Taehyung takes light and careful strides closer to the voices. He peeks out from behind the trees, eyes immediately recognizing the men. There were three. He didn’t know them by name, only by face as Taehyung didn’t care enough to learn their names. His gaze shifts to the unlucky victim that was about the be the target of either a mugging or a beat down. Taehyungs eyes bugged out of his head in disbelief. What the hell was Minho Stark doing here at all let alone at this hours? Did the kid have a death wish? ing Euphorian people, big balls but oh so little brains. He carefully reaches down into his black combat boot for his switchblade that he kept strapped to his leg at all times, courtesy of his mother.

“Don’t you low life’s have anything better to do than be scumbags,” he speaks in a bored tone, stepping out into the open with hands behind his back to reveal himself. Upon his presence, the three men turned their heads in unison and sneered at him.

“Do you wish to die, boy? Mind your business or you’re next.” Taehyung was smart enough to know that these men were not bluffing and that’s exactly what he wanted. “Oh yeah? You wouldn’t be able to touch me twinkle toes, you’re a weak-“ he doesn’t get to finish his taunting before there’s a fist colliding with his cheek that sends him staggering back a couple feet. He shook his head in a daze and he could feel his stomach coiling in as the anger began to simmer which quickly manifests into pure outrage. He flicks his switchblade open and charges towards the three men. Of course they were bigger than him and much stronger;however, Taehyung is quick and agile and an opportunist.
He uses the broom to his advantage hitting the larger male into the gut and breaking the stick over his neck. He fell into the grasp of another to which he slices a gash across his face and he’s dropped back to the ground witha cry. He makes a show of baseball sliding through one of the men’s legs and quickly jumps on his back and takes the blade to his neck and successfully makes a mess of slicing the males throat open. As the bigger man falls to the ground choking on his own blood, Taehyung lets up and steps away. After moment of silence and enough time for him to catch his breathe Taehyung turns to the intruder when there’s a groan that sounds from one of the men. Taehyung slowly approaches him, he’s on the earth floor crying in agony. There’s a large gash that cuts diagonal from his eye to the other side of his bloodied face. “Oh I must say, you’ve never looked better.” A sinister smirk curls at the corners of his lips as he reaches for half of the broken broomstick and without any hesitation, he pierces the jagged edge through the mans chest.

@✦ Taehyung A “don’t do anything stupid, Minho-sweety, while we are gone” always ensured certain ‘Minho-sweetie’ to do exactly the opposite. Not that his parents didn’t know that Minho was up for some adventures, though they probably never guessed what adventures exactly it were. For example, right now Minho was in the middle of a wood he had never set foot on before – and not because he was not someone to get around. No, in fact he had been everywhere in Euphoria. But this, this was not Euphoria, this was Malum and Minho was actually not supposed to be here.

People had spread rumours that one would not be able to enter Malum without crossing the bridge and passing the gate and just as challenge-loving as Minho was, he had accepted it and found his way towards the area he was not supposed to be in – the evil world. And it was as dark as people had said it would be. It made Minho sad. Euphoria had so many beautiful places, so many areas to be, but Malum? Malum was dark and dirty and looked so abandoned, how was anyone supposed to grow into a good creature if this was their hometown?

A sigh left Minho’s lips as he walked around, hood in his face as even though his face might not give him away immediately, he really was not here to risk it.

“Aren’t you the Stark kid?”

And he had been wrong with that assumption, damnit. In front of him were a few people, tall men if he was not entirely wrong but while the good side had people with magic and monsters hidden inside, he was pretty sure this side was not much different. “I don’t know what you are talking about,” Minho just gave back, huffing slightly as he took a step back but one of the guys grabbed his wrist. Annoying, they did not even know personal space.

“No no, it is his kid. Why would Tony Stark sent his kid over though? Or did he send you away? Did he got bored of you?”

Minho rolled his eyes, annoyance filling his brain while he just stared at them. He knew they wanted to make him speak but Minho was none who would easily speak with people like those. They were below him, not because they were evil but because their bad intentions were so clear as daylight. “I am not here for your entertainment, so please just leave me alone,” Minho instead said, grabbing his hand away from the man and looking up at him. They were all taller and broader and while Minho knew he had the brains he also knew that they had the strength.

“What do you think you are doing? Where do you think you are going, huh?” a guy said and got a little too close to Minho. He could even smell his nasty breath and Minho pushed him away, knowing way too well that it was not the best idea. If he had to fight, he was definitely going to be the loser.

“Just leave me alone, I’m not interested in you guys.”

“That is not for you to decide,” one of the bigger ones said and took a step closer to Minho, lifting up his chin. Just like in those really bad movies and it annoyed Minho. A huff left his lips as he looked into the male’s eyes – but there were none. Just empty holes that were filled with infection and puss. Disgusting. Minho just wanted to bolt.