[ he's never been huge into reading or writing, truth be told. he was an actor, in this life, and the price he'd even paid to get inside the library to look around--for reasons other than reading, as a base--had been a boxed set of the very TV show he'd been famous for before he had to fake his own death.
He'd stopped to rest his feet and his eyes in the literature wing, and that's where he sits now... a pile of books slowly starting to grow around him as a number of cats have decided he's their favorite person.
It's worth noting that Jinwoo, as he is now, is covered in black cats. There's two in his lap, one curled up at his feet, one in the half-down hood of his usual black cloak, and one sitting on the arm of the chair he's currently sunk into, while flipping the page of a book called 'The Necromancer's Companion.'
Upon approach, he's definitely going to cast your character a look that is halfway between 'help me good god' and 'i dont know why this is happening.'
What can he say. He's found his kind in the library. ]
They'll bring tea or cookies if you ask...
ii. __record wing // OTA
[ once he'd finally escaped the cats that wanted so badly for their kin to stay, jinwoo finally makes his way to the wing that his main goal had been: the records hall. both for his job with the order, and, honestly... for his own curiosity.
There's a... part of him that knows this is dishonest. That he absolutely should not be reading a story based on his own life, his life before this one--the 'Sung Jinwoo' that he'd taken his current alias from.
But there's always a part of him that wanted to know more. Shun--the person he was born as--was always a little resentful of the man he'd been remembering for the last ten years. Sung Jinwoo was such an impressive figure. A strong man who led an army 30, 40 strong--shadows like his own Tank and Igris who kept getting stronger the more he fought and the more he trained.
This was a mistake.
He should not have started reading.
Maybe if he'd focused on the mission, finding out about the things the Order talked about, rather than his own previous life, he'd not have a look of terror on his face, as line after line, it becomes apparent that the man he used to be wasn't merely a man who was a strong monster-bounty hunter. No, he was much more than that. Dangerously. An army of 30 to 40 behind him was a joke. The man led an army in the millions. He stood at the head of the shadow army, as a man known as the Second Shadow Monarch, a godlike being with two hearts--fighting alone with his army of the undead to protect the world from those who sought to turn in into a battleground where they could devour all life on it for their own purposes.
Maybe you'll find him while he's mid-reading, feverishly turning page after page.
Maybe you'll find him when he slams the heavy tome shut--shoving it away from himself as if continuing to read it would burn his eyes.
The pale man seems paler than usual, and he's up and pacing. A deep, unsteady fear in his gut as a dozen questions batter up on the sides of his skull.
This isn't good. ]
iii. __bad moon rising // closed to Lapis
[ he doesn't want to call. He has that same feeling he did, weeks ago, when he'd called Zhongli--that fear that he was asking for something so, so unreasonable, disgusting. But he remembers the sound of Lapis' voice, the smile on her face as she assured him it was okay. They were friends, she'd not see him suffer.
The moon outside his apartment reflects in glow-purple eyes as he turns his face towards it. Feeling hungrier than he had when the sun was in the sky.
And he's sure. he's sure it's the fault of that large, taunting orb in the sky. His teeth... itch.
He's calling Lapis without another thought to run through his mind. Quietly apologising already, before she answers. ]
...Lapis. I am sorry if it is a bad hour. Shameful a call as this is, I.
...I need your help. I fear the moon is ... causing some sort of upset with me. [ hungry. He's really... really hungry. and pig's blood wasn't cutting it. ]
sung jinwoo - solo leveling - ota
[ he's never been huge into reading or writing, truth be told. he was an actor, in this life, and the price he'd even paid to get inside the library to look around--for reasons other than reading, as a base--had been a boxed set of the very TV show he'd been famous for before he had to fake his own death.
He'd stopped to rest his feet and his eyes in the literature wing, and that's where he sits now... a pile of books slowly starting to grow around him as a number of cats have decided he's their favorite person.
It's worth noting that Jinwoo, as he is now, is covered in black cats. There's two in his lap, one curled up at his feet, one in the half-down hood of his usual black cloak, and one sitting on the arm of the chair he's currently sunk into, while flipping the page of a book called 'The Necromancer's Companion.'
Upon approach, he's definitely going to cast your character a look that is halfway between 'help me good god' and 'i dont know why this is happening.'
What can he say. He's found his kind in the library. ]
They'll bring tea or cookies if you ask...
ii. __record wing // OTA
[ once he'd finally escaped the cats that wanted so badly for their kin to stay, jinwoo finally makes his way to the wing that his main goal had been: the records hall. both for his job with the order, and, honestly... for his own curiosity.
There's a... part of him that knows this is dishonest. That he absolutely should not be reading a story based on his own life, his life before this one--the 'Sung Jinwoo' that he'd taken his current alias from.
But there's always a part of him that wanted to know more. Shun--the person he was born as--was always a little resentful of the man he'd been remembering for the last ten years. Sung Jinwoo was such an impressive figure. A strong man who led an army 30, 40 strong--shadows like his own Tank and Igris who kept getting stronger the more he fought and the more he trained.
This was a mistake.
He should not have started reading.
Maybe if he'd focused on the mission, finding out about the things the Order talked about, rather than his own previous life, he'd not have a look of terror on his face, as line after line, it becomes apparent that the man he used to be wasn't merely a man who was a strong monster-bounty hunter.
No, he was much more than that. Dangerously. An army of 30 to 40 behind him was a joke. The man led an army in the millions. He stood at the head of the shadow army, as a man known as the Second Shadow Monarch, a godlike being with two hearts--fighting alone with his army of the undead to protect the world from those who sought to turn in into a battleground where they could devour all life on it for their own purposes.
Maybe you'll find him while he's mid-reading, feverishly turning page after page.
Maybe you'll find him when he slams the heavy tome shut--shoving it away from himself as if continuing to read it would burn his eyes.
The pale man seems paler than usual, and he's up and pacing. A deep, unsteady fear in his gut as a dozen questions batter up on the sides of his skull.
This isn't good. ]
iii. __bad moon rising // closed to Lapis
[ he doesn't want to call. He has that same feeling he did, weeks ago, when he'd called Zhongli--that fear that he was asking for something so, so unreasonable, disgusting.
But he remembers the sound of Lapis' voice, the smile on her face as she assured him it was okay. They were friends, she'd not see him suffer.
The moon outside his apartment reflects in glow-purple eyes as he turns his face towards it. Feeling hungrier than he had when the sun was in the sky.
And he's sure.
he's sure it's the fault of that large, taunting orb in the sky.
His teeth... itch.
He's calling Lapis without another thought to run through his mind. Quietly apologising already, before she answers. ]
...Lapis.
I am sorry if it is a bad hour. Shameful a call as this is, I.
...I need your help.
I fear the moon is ... causing some sort of upset with me. [ hungry. He's really... really hungry. and pig's blood wasn't cutting it. ]