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Irenaeus Zolnerowich

"Are you in fortune's favor?"

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a character in “Ataxia”, originally authored by Verix, as played by RolePlayGateway




❊|N A M E |❊
Irenaeus Zolnerowich

❊|A G E |❊

❊ B I R T H . D A T E |❊
December Twenty-Sixth

❊| G E N D E R |❊

❊|S E X U A AL . O R I E N T A T I O N |❊

❊| T I T A N E S S |❊

❊| S I D E |❊

❊|P O W E R |❊
C O S M I C AWRENESS ; The ability to know what will happen to them on a universal scale. This includes threats of pure speech or disease that will or might happen. However, she is only able to see seven hours ahead into the future.

P R O B A B I L I T Y ; To manipulate the chances of something happening and is done so by rolling dice. Evens the probability goes up and Odds it goes down. The chances of this power actually working however is thirty percent, should we roll the dice to up that chance?

ENHANCED V I S I O N ; More than 20/20 vision he can see very far and in the dark it's as if the lights never went out. Being the Titan goddess of brightness and radiance it's only natural. However because of this his body can never tell the difference between day and night and as a result he's an insomniac.

❊|A P P E A R A N C E |❊

      _____Irenaeus doesn't see himself as beautiful, in fact he would say quite the opposite. He's tall with deathly pale skin and has no muscle to fill him out nicely. Many have been tricked to think he's what dreamers dream about in nightmares, and however cruel that may sound he knows it to be true. His eyes, while some may say are unique, he loathes the most for the simple fact that they weren't what people expected them to be. Unlike his family he was born with gray eyes that's never seen the bleakness of night. Jealous as he may be, he can't help but admire what should have been his - bright green irises with flickers of gold and hair that isn't snow white, but rather blonde that in a certain sunlight would seem to gleam. However if there was one feature that passed though all generations would be the constant bags underneath all their eyes. For his mother is stems from the early years of her life she had to be on constant alert, and his father was naturally an insomniac. Sister though spent too much time up at night, and Irenaeus had his internal clock messed up from the lack of darkness.

      His appearance, while almost all would say is messy, is actually an organized chaos. With no one to impress Irenaeus doesn't find it necessary to 'clean up his act' as his mother so eloquently reminds him. No, button up shirts were never his favorite, and dress pants made him look like he was twelve all over again. However, despite his disproportional sizes when he was younger he somewhat grew into - not a man - into his body and as such doesn't look utterly ridiculous.
      He wields no weapons other than that of a simple pair of die and his mind. His powers aren't for the benefit of the world but rather himself and while he regrets that his abilities are selfish, he'll still use them no matter how much they don't matter to others. The die are of course used to control the probability of events going in favor of him, but more often than not they won't work that way.

❊| P E R S O N A L I T Y |❊


      A sort of of calm settles over him and rather than panicking he sees to it that every decision he makes is thought out. He knows the future is pre-determined, but it’s not unstoppable and with a single action it can be changed. One could call him a pessimist, but he would whole heartedly disagree with that. Not seeing the glass half empty or full, he pays more attention to the state of the glass.

      Even though the future he sees is one only held for himself he feels a deep sense of responsibility for the preservation of others. Life would mean nothing if not shared with the people you love, and for that reason he’ll do whatever it takes to make those around him happy and well taken care of. But actions speak louder than words and sometimes when it comes down to it he doesn’t feel a need to change the outcome of something. Call him lazy, but really he thinks if the future isn’t too bad why change it?

      Although, with that being said words do hold a certain meaning and he is in all honesty, very sincere. Every word he speaks will be his own thoughts and it’s for the simple reason that he feels that lies leave a bad taste in his mouth. Sickeningly sweet and rotten to the core, it’s addicting and he doesn’t want to grow too attached to doing it and so he never does.

      It’s not a rare sight to see him lost in his own thoughts though. Whether it be because he’s having a vision of his future, or simply day dreaming of a better today you can count on him to ignore all the important things. It’s not intentional though, he’s simply too self-absorbed to notice the words of others. However, this doesn’t mean he’s a bad listener - it’s only when he’s thinking and that’s most of the time.


D I S L I K E S ||
F E A R S ||
S T E N G E T H S ||
W E A K N E S S E S S ||


❊|H I S T O R Y|❊
Russia is where our scene is set, and the birthplace of one descendent of the Titaness Phoebe. With snow white hair and a stare that seems to haunt you in sleep, his family knew something was different - off even. He did not cry, nor did he sleep, but rather watched the world with a sort of detachment. Despite all this though his family never once thought of him as anything less than theirs. He was the offspring of love and should be showered in it as well.

Throughout his younger years while his outer look may not reflect it, he was quite a happy child. He had an older sister who, like every other older sibling, teased him but loved him nonetheless, and two parents who absolutely adored him.

His mother came from Germany to Russia after during world war two, not as a Jewish refugee but rather to flee from an unsafe environment. However, she if she had the the choice America would have been her destination, but the pressure from family in Russia ultimately made her decision. It was there though that she met who would soon be her husband, and three years after their meeting they married and had their first child.

However, at the young age of five Irenaeus and his family moved to South Korea where a job opportunity too good to be true came from out of nowhere. Not wanting to miss their chance though for a better life they packed up their bags and moved to Seoul. Russian was still his first language, but soon Korean came more naturally to him, and it was because of school that he learned how to speak English well enough. Having two languages already under his belt it was much easier for him to understand the structure of learning a new language because of that.

Age thirteen he and his family went back to Russia to visit family, but it was there that by a lake he found a pair of dice. Now, Irenaeus didn’t particularly care about cards or gambling as so many are wont to enjoy but there was something about the way how the die seemed to shine and glimmer that he took them and never looked back.

Looking back on it now his realization of who he might be started with picking up the die and just rolling it. Fragments of what will happen to him made him think himself to be crazy, and an enhanced sight made him almost become so. And though he trusted his family with his life, he didn’t - no - he couldn’t tell them what was happening because it all seemed too surreal to be true. And as an added benefit it seems as though his speech patterns are becoming less colloquial and more

So now, at seventeen years old, he’s been living for four years knowing that the future is no longer a secret but rather a pre-determined thing.

// NOTE: He’s currently looking for a place to go to college and as such would be visiting places over the world aka New Orleans and could go there to interact with the rest of the group. But right now he’s in South Korea and will be part of Eva’s group. Swag. //


| F A C E . C L A I M |

|H E X . C O D E |

So begins...

Irenaeus Zolnerowich's Story


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It was just like any other day really in this lovely little place called New Orleans, at least it would have been had the circus not stopped by. The sun was beginning to dip its lower half under the horizon, splashing the sky with various colors of red, orange and yellow. Street lights were being turning on in the darker areas of the city whilst the many people of New Orleans slinked about into the evening light. Quite a few of them were simply going through the usual routine of the night life they were known for. On the other hands others had a different idea on how to spend their evening hours in a way that even if it took them into the late hours of the night they wouldn’t be disappointed.

Already the hours were ticking by as families, groups and individuals prepared for their night. The coming of sunset would signify the start of an amazing sight that could only be found under an immense tent in the City Park. The tent was meant to house hundreds of people but anyone could tell you that it couldn’t possibly fit the amount that wanted to see the show. Preparations had taken about a week to do, trying the patience of just about everyone in the Big Easy. All those structures that had been erected during the night and the multitude of carts that were hidden under the tents closed flaps piqued the interest of many.

From the looks of it this particular circus would make a good amount of money despite the fact that this was their last performance in the city. Soon they would have to finish their tour of the Americas and head back to Germany, their birth place, to think up new ways of striking awe into the hearts of their audiences. If one were to look at the City Park from the ground level, they probably wouldn’t be able to figure out where everything was as there wasn’t just one big tent but there were a couple of others albeit smaller tents and booths. These were set up to ensure that those who were waiting to enter or had already seen the show could have something to do while the Cirque du Eliaze was there. There were a total of four smaller tents, one for fortune telling, the second had smaller act consisting of animals, the third tent with a magic show while the fourth tent consisted of various daring acts. Scattered through the area were various booths for games while at the center of the whole thing was the picnic area that also had food stalls.

The biggest tent was where the majority of people flocked towards however due to the maximum capacity it had, quite a few were turned away and encouraged to go to the other tents or booths. In the next ten minutes the show was too begin. Once it started the lights would go incredibly dim to the point where it was all around black inside. Lights would then flash as a single figure slipped down from what could be assumed was the ceiling of the tent; their pale silhouette cutting through the inky black. They were suspended in the air by nothing but a gauzy strip of brightly colored clothe. Many in the tent gasped upon seeing this lonesome figure as they knew there was no net to catch them lest the clothe rip or they fall. Suddenly various silhouettes erupted into existence as they danced and move, both in air and on the ground. The show had finally begun.

The setting changes from New Orleans to Seoul


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Seoul, South Korea | Kiyota's Apartment

Darkness, everything is total darkness. At first, the universe as we know it is a complete void, with nothing but the blackness. Such things as space and time didn't exist. It was cold, cruel and ruthlessly stiff. Just like a completely blank paper with nothing on it.

And then, sparks appeared from nowhere as Chaos came into existence. Star dust particles and racing atoms collided with each other and the universe soon turned into such madness and haywire that not a single living beings could have ever imagined of. Gigantic stars were created, only to be diminished into nothingness. After such a dreadfully long period of time that is beyond everyone's comprehension, risen from the deaths of the supergiants came the most powerful of planets and stars. And the one known as Gaea, the creation that is completely different from what Chaos has ever created, was born. It was said to be the beginning of everything.

Different from the pandemonium that Chaos has brought, Gaea was kind and warm. Despite being so powerful herself, she decided to embrace all the violence and the opposing elements that have existed into her arms. But bored of the loneliness in the vastness of the seemingly-endless universe around her, she gave birth to the Uranus. And from their love came the creation of the Titans, the creation of them.

They were amongst the most powerful of beings that had been brought to pass. They were omnipotent and Gaea loved them more than she's ever did with anyone before. And her love were reciprocated as they also respected her with all of their hearts as they ruled over the universe with the absolute powers that were given to them in their own specific fields. Their reign were one of the best reigns ever. But alas, it doesn't last as long as they have expected.

So came the existence of the Olympians, the selfish sovereigns who acknowledge themselves as the supreme Gods and Goddesses. Their reigns were nothing compared to the reign of the Titans, as they soon actualized the wildest of their creation - humanity. And the Titans, no longer needed, were thrown into the deepest depth of the Tartarus, where they have been suffered in what seems to be even longer than eternity.

It was hell, no, worse than hell could ever compared of. They were chained and stripped of their absolute powers. They have to suffered from fates that are worse than death. And yet, they watched on as the world lived on and waited until they are eventually freed from this prison, waited for a chance to set their wrath and annihilate everything.

The alarm clock goes off as loud as it could when it ticks 6:30 AM, waking Kiyota up. Flinching, he reached for the table next to his bedpost and turned of the alarm clock. Lazily sitting up, he yawned and stretched his arms. Staring into the corner for a moment, he thought about the dream that he has just had. Lately, it has occurred quite often and he pretty knew that Rhea was the one behind it.

She always reminded him how important his 'mission' is and that he has to followed their ideals, so that one day they can brought their vengeance upon humanity for what they've done to Gaea, their supposed 'mother'. But Kiyota knows that he's not the one who would be defeated that easily and he will make the decisions when the time is right. He has swore that he has his own moralities and no one, not even some oh-so-almighty Titans, can make him change.

Putting his feet into the pair of slippers, Kiyota fixed the bed's sheet before walking to the window and unveiled the curtains, letting the light. Slid the window opened, he poked his head outside and took a deep breath before observing the scenery in front of his eyes. His apartment was on the 15th floor so from the altitude here he can see pretty much the whole Cheongdam-dong under him. It was a really nice morning.

The morning sun was shining gently, the sky was so blue and the white clouds lazily drifted like boats floated on the surface of a pool, the birds were chirping and the morning breeze was blowing gently. Kiyota is well-aware that he wasn't born here, but he considered Seoul to be one of the best places to live. Despite being one of the most energetic and prestigious cities in the world, it is still very peaceful in its own ways. The crime rates were low, the living standards are high, the people are friendly, helpful and warm. If it wasn't for the high living expenses, the city itself might be really a heaven on Earth.

Kiyota's apartment was only medium-sized, but it was quite spacious just for one people to live with every facility that he needed. For him, it feels nice to have your own cozy place where no one can disturb him or bossing him around. Although at times he did feel lonely for not having someone to talk to, excluded Rhea, he was happy with his life as it is now and there's nothing that he'd wished more than it will stay that way forever. He went to his wardrobe and grabbed his uniform before headed into the bathroom.

After taking a long, nice shower, Kiyota dried himself up before putting on his clothes. He then proceeded to brush his teeth and fixed his hair a bit before grabbed his bag and exited his room. Headed for the kitchen, Kiyota made some espresso and toasted some loafs of bread as he put the pan onto the stove and made some sunny-side eggs. He knows he isn't the best chefs in the world, but having to lived all by yourself for a long time, cooking is one of the most basic things you have to be good at. After the coffee and the breads are done, he carried and placed them on the table with the eggs.

He then eat away his breakfast. After he finished, he put the plates and the cup into the sink. Kiyota can wash them later when he got home. He then looked at the clock and realized that it was about time that he should made his way to the bus station now. With that thought, he took his bag, wrapped his scarf around his neck, exited his house and locked the door.

Upon getting out of his apartment, Kiyota came across the middle-aged woman who lives next door to him. Kiyota smiled as he gave her a respectful bow, "Good morning, Mrs. Hwang." He greeted her as he straightened himself up. "Are you headed for the market?"

"Oh, good morning, Kiyota." The woman smiled back to him, "Today is a great morning, isn't it? And yes, I'm planning to run some errands. You're headed for school?"

"Yes, I am." He said as the two of the them made their way towards the elevator. They continued to chat until they parted ways as they exited the building. Most people who lived on the same floor with Kiyota knows that he only lives alone and are very kind with him and he really appreciate their hospitality. Headed for the bus station, Kiyota got on a bus as it headed towards the direction of his college somewhere in the Samseong-dong. So far, Rhea hasn't bugged him yet so he's hoping that today will be a normal day for him.


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      Taeyang for fuck's sake why does she have to text me all the time about him no one even likes him okay she does but is it really that big of a deal? She's obviously trying to fish a birthday present out of me when I clearly said I had something in mind?

      Is she really all he thinks about?

      "Hyun? Are you even listening to me?"

      "What? Oh yeah, you wanted to go to the Taeyang concert for her birthday right?" Hyun asked.

      "What? No! I said that I asked if you wanted to go to the cafe after school."

      Crap how'd he know?

      "You're so obvious when you aren't listening."

      "Yeah right, sorry," she grinned sheepishly, "I can't come though. I have to cover Mom since she's going to a parent-teacher conference."

      "Oh come on! It'll be fun."

      "I-" Hyun paused, "we'll talk after class."

      Hyun's friend nodded before walking back to his desk. The teacher came in, ready to shatter their self-esteem in the form of a pop quiz, which meant that no one had studied...including Hyun. Yes, while she focused her attention on the teacher yesterday, things like pop quizzes were often unplanned and students simply had to know the information or having enough precognition to study the night before. And it wasn't like she could read that old guy's memories either. She needed to maintain eye contact to properly draw full memories and they typically walked around the entire room. The best that the man could offer were his topical thoughts. By reading his mind, she could try fishing for clues to the answers.

      She narrowed her eyes at the sub-forty year old, seeing if she could draw anything out of him but found no such luck. He kept going on about how he wasted his life trying to change the children of the future and how his wife cheated on him. Well even if she knew the outcome it was worth a try. Her next tactic was reading the questions and drawing forth old memories of the material she studied the night before. She only read this book once but remembered enough quotes that she could start answer the comprehension portion of the quiz.

      Now there was the interpretation. Though the quiz only asked for fifty words, it also asked for exactly fifty words which meant that no amount of memorization could help her here. She either needed to suck it up and work...or cheat.

      "Five minutes left!"

      Yeah she was going to cheat.

      The rest of class (and school in general) ended up being rather boring so Hyun made a game of deciphering people's thoughts while simultaneously paying attention to the various teachings of class. Unfortunately, most of what she gleaned was gossip or teenage angst over not being treated as an adult or love triangles. Honestly, it was nothing but drama. At least the Greeks had cool powers to go with their infidelity, she thought with a sigh.

      After finding out about her powers, she started discovering more about her past self through dreams and research regarding the Greek Titans and found that she was Mnemosyne reincarnated essentially. Yes, a Greek Titan reborn in South Korea of all places. If Gaea and Chaos were still around, she had to question their sense of place. But because they weren't in the immediate area she settled on simply using her power for her own benefit, which today, transitioned from cheating to entertainment, now to convincing her Dad to let her bike to the Han River.

      "But Father! We need to do this for a school project."

      "I don't believe you."

      "Why not?"

      "You used that excuse last time."

      "Well I...mean it this time! Don't you remember had to do your book report for English class? You said your parents let you run free whenever you wanted."

      If she had any dignity she would have refrained from attempting the "puppy dog eyes" that seemed popular in American television but she did. She did, and she created enough awkward tension for her father to simply let her off.

      "I told you it would work," she grinned.

      "Sometimes you disappoint me and other times I just learn not to question."


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A normal morning for Nagi was comprised of a good Western breakfast, including scrambled eggs, bacon, and steaming, golden pancakes. The Tachibana household was a normal, suburban one, but his stepfather owned a small restaurant chain. Taking a small bite out of the food on the platter, Nagi continued to chew until half the plate was gone, without his notice. Was that why the breakfast was so good? Was it just because he was a good chef? Although Nagi didn't really get along with this man, his siblings did.

"Father! I got a promotion at work!" yelled his brother.

"Dad, I'll treat you out for lunch today. It's on me!" yelled his sister.

"Dad, I want to burn that man walking near our house! Is that fine with you?" was exactly what Nagi thought every day his siblings acted so childishly. It wasn't really enough to get him angry or annoyed, or even anything of the sort, but it was almost definitely pesky.

It was then when the Tachibana siblings left for their jobs, when Nagi hopped on his bike and rode to the newspaper company's office. It wasn't a terrible wage, being a newspaper boy. For the work needed, it was definitely enough, as no prior experience of anything was needed to do something that simple. After gathering up a good 30 to 40 newspapers in the bicycle basket, he set off on the 'wonderful' journey on wheels that was his job. Of course, to save time, he pedaled faster and threw more, but he did it anyway.

After a good half hour, a little more than a half of his load was given to the public. Nagi got off his bike and sat at the curb, small beads of sweat rolling down his cheek. "What do they even write in these things...? He grabbed one of the rolls, and opened it up. No one really cared if they didn't get the news paper. It wasn't like he was delivering these to retirement homes for old men to do a crossword. Upon opening the paper, Nagi quietly read the large red headings. "Endemic avian flu traps over 500 under quarantine, Bundang. Thieves steal over 500,000 won from high end store, Cheong-dam-dong." He shrugged, and hopped on his bike again. There wasn't much danger. Bundang wasn't even remotely close by, and thieves? Their asses would literally be on fire if they tried to steal from him.

Plus, he couldn't say much himself.


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Беда́ никогда́ не прихо́дит одна́.

If it hadn’t been for his childhood Irenaeus would have probably never have known what the color of night was - or rather lack of. It wasn’t like anything was different though, he still had sleepless nights and tried mornings, and not even an ocean size coffee cup could wake him up. It was hopeless, and he had grown used to it.

“Still up I see,” his sister cracked a smile at him to which he could only slightly scoff at. It was a light jab of half hearted mockery for she suffers the same fate he does. As it turns out, insomnia isn’t all it’s romanticized to be, rather it’s a living nightmare. The world isn’t cut into ‘day’ and ‘nigh’ but rather the feeling of what should and should not be, and it was only his sister that could even fathom what it felt like. “Please go to school today, you’re going to get in trouble with the administration,” so that was the reason she was visiting him.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll go,” he lied easily - sincere as he may be Irenaeus was still human despite what his past life may indicate; and yet as he watched his sister walk away a pang of guilt stabbed him in his heart.

The door shut from downstairs and he knew that for the next seven hours he’d be free. Quickly he slipped on his shoes and grabbed his bike from beside the door, but before he could do that something clouded his vision and down he fell. The die he always had inside his pocket fell out, but he was in too much pain to check and see what the numbers were. From a bystanders view he wouldn’t be surprised if they called the priest, for he knew that his gray eyes were nothing more than swirls of white. Visions didn’t normally impair him of sight, but rather they played scenes in his head of possible scenarios, and he’s learned that the more aggressive the vision the more likely it is to be bad.

First, there was a girl. Her brown hair framed a thin face nicely, and her stare made him think she could see right though him. It wasn’t so much perverse as disturbing for the feeling of having all his secrets laid out in front of her made him want to shut his eyes - as if that would do anything.

But just suddenly as she appeared the image changed and a male made himself known. His eyes were like the sun, and although Irenaeus knew looking at something so bright was bad for him but he just couldn’t stop; it was as if there was another unseen force making him watch something painful.

Irenaeus reached his hand out in a stupidly unconscious move, but luckily for him the boy with the sun in his eyes vanished and in his place stood another boy, this one more or less serious looking than the last.

His body dropped to the floor and he looked up to see the boy above him walking as if the gravity didn’t just increase. Irenaeus called out for help, but the words never made it past the first syllable. It felt as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders, literally, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

And just as it became unbearable he woke up with a jolt and noticed that the sun had moved substantially from when he first passed out. Still shocked by what he had seen it took him minutes to locate his phone and when he saw the time the only thing he could do was be amazed. Three hours he had been gone, and for three hours no one’s tried and help him.

Not wanting to think about it anymore than he had to Irenaeus picked up the die from the floor and grabbed his bike from the stand, not noticing the die landed on 12.

[ H A N . R I V E R ]

Why he was there was a mystery even to himself. From the moment he woke up he should have run up to his room and hid there to feign sickness. But he hadn’t and as a result he rode himself to a river where he had no clue how to get back.But it wasn’t all intuition, rather somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that the water always made him feel calm - no matter how many bad memories he associated with it.

However another one was about to be added, he just didn’t know it yet .


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Seoul, South Korea | Cheongdam-dong University

After getting off the bus at his university, Kiyota went to his own class and sat at his usual seat. The lecture is about to begin and honestly, sometimes he's just bored to death with them. But still, he got to study well enough to earn a Ph.D and find some sort of career, especially since the living expenses are getting higher everyday. He sighed as he was wondering if anything interesting will happen. He sighed as he took out the books and notebooks with his pens as he was waiting for the Teacher to turn up.

"Hey, Kiyota." Another male student who sat next to Kiyota greeted him, "Still as bored as ever, huh?"

"Hi, Young-min." Kiyota smiled as he replied to his classmate, "Well, there isn't anything to do recently besides working part-time and going to school so I pretty much stay home."

"Heh, sounds so much like the typical you, huh?" Young-min chuckled as he remarked.

"So? How is the thing between you and Hee-ki going?" Kiyota leaned his head onto his hand and asked.

"We were doing just fine, thank you for asking." Young-min scratches the back of his head as he responded, "We're planning to gather some friends and go on a barbecue tonight, wanna go?"

Kiyota leaned back a bit and thought for a moment before nodded, "Sure. I don't have to work tonight so count me in. Looking forward to see the others since it's been a while."

"Great. I'm sure some of the girls might want to hear this." Young-min grinned as Kiyota just shook his head, "Yeah, I know I'm actually lost count of the time you said that you don't want to fall in love just yet but you're 19 already, are you planning to stay as a virgin forever?" Then, he smirked as he said teasingly, "Or, did you really swing for the that team?"

"That's none of your business, and you're going a bit too far, Young-min." Kiyota sighed, "Shut up for now. Teacher's here."

With that said, the lecturer entered the study hall as the students all stood up as the lecture began. It lasted for a couple of hours or so and Kiyota actually almost dozed off a couple of time, but eventually, it went on uneventfully. When the lecture is finished, he fixed his scarf a bit before gathering his stuffs and made his way towards the library. He had some unfinished homework since a few days ago and he better hand them in for the professor before he bugged him.

He grabbed some of the necessary books and went to sat at a table nearby and began to work on what he was tasked to do. But for about half an hour later, he was soon interrupted by another student. This time was a senior one year before him.

"Kiyota ~" The man hummed as he wrapped his hands around Kiyota's neck, "How's things going?"

Kiyota sighed before pushing his senior away, "Kang-hyun hyung, how many times did I have to tell you not to be so close? Some of those fangirls are starting to pair us up already."

"Well, just suit them and their imaginations. You're still my best junior ever." Kang-hyun grinned as he sat down next to him, before clasping his head, "Can you do me a favor?"

"What is it, hyung?" Kiyota said as he continued to focus with what he was doing.

"I need some supply for our next project that involve around some of the scenery around Seoul. You were the best and only photographer that I can trust around here. I promise that I'll treat you so, can you help me?" Kang-hyun asked with a genuine tone.

"Sure, why not?" Kiyota turned to his senior with a smile. He was one helpful individual after all and he's not going to turn down his friends' requests if he's capable of doing them, "What's your deadline?"

"Well, it's the end of this week. So please send me as soon as you got some, okay?" Kang-hyun grinned before standing up, "The next lecture is up so see you around, Kiyota."

Kiyota nodded, "See you later, Kang-hyun hyung." He said before turning back to his homework. Smiling a bit, he guesses that today's going to be a fun day, after all.

Seoul, South Korea | Han River

After the lectures in the morning had passed, Kiyota has the some couple of hours to spare before going on with the lessons in the afternoon. So, he decided to get on with the favor that Kang-hyun has asked him. He was looking for some famous locations around Seoul, but somehow, Han River was the location that popped up in his mind after a while deciding. Although this is just out of his instinct, he has a strong feeling that he's going to encounter someone or something will happen there. But he can't really tell that this is his own instinct, or it was Rhea's doing.

Getting off the taxi which took him there, Kioyta carried his camera and made his way towards the river bank. There are some people here and there but they're all just strangers to him. No one really seemed to be intriguing. But he just shook the thoughts off as he began to chose the best scene around the river and began to take pictures. So far, Rhea still hasn't surfaced and he's grateful for that. But she's a part of him, a part of his soul, so he pretty much understood what the Titaness was thinking and plotting.

But after all, he is not the one who'd easily be influenced and though he still shows hesitation, he will definitely decide what is the right thing to do for this world. He doesn't have any intentions to brag, but at times Rhea did compliment him for being born with such strong will. She also said that it might be the reason why although he's nowhere as powerful as the Titaness in the past life, he can control his power in a stable way and it is keep growing everyday, though very little. But he wasn't sure if he really enjoys to be complimented by her.

What he isn't really expected that life is just a synchronicity, and that soon he will encounter with the person, or persons, whom he had never met before but still had a strong connection with him, both in this life and in his previous life. He hasn't a clue of what to expect if he ever came across with a fellow Titan or Titaness just yet, but he still had to be a bit wary after the incident that has happened in the past.


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      The Han River proved to be a longer bike than expected, although Hyun blamed traffic for that. She would have much preferred to disobey red lights and proper lanes but she didn't have a death wish. If she did, she would have just worked at the liquor store. That place was a stranglehold even in thought form. She shuddered to think about being confined to the stockroom or cash register while her parents went to pick up her brothers or took their rare, one hour breaks from working.

      "Hey what's supposed to be over here anyway?" she asked as she scoped the area.

      "They say there's a ghost that comes out at night."

      "No way man, ghosts aren't real."

      "Then how do you explain the missing body of the suicide that happened a few months back?"

      "That wasn't a suicide! She clearly got murdered."

      "You guys are both dumb," Hyun sighed, "if you both wanted to hang out that badly you should have just said so."

      Her two friends, Byun-Hun and Chang-Min were the two best friends she could ever ask for but only because they always knew when to give her space. They did not however, when not to give her space. She acted as somewhat of an enigma when it came to social interactions, constantly pushing forward and pulling back like an uneven game of tug-of-war. Granted, most of it was pushing forward but only at her convenience. She supposed it also didn't help that she never showed any semblance of romantic interest toward other people. It made her seem almost inhuman, which she was.

      I did, I said I wanted to go to the damn cafe and you turned me down, Chang-Min thought with a pang of annoyance.

      "Well you know I thought it would be more fun this way," he shrugged.

      "Why don't you go ask that guy? He seems like he might know a thing or two," Byun-Hun asked, "looks weird enough. He's like Nero's illegitimate brother."

      "Wasn't he an orphan?" Hyun retorted.

      Nonetheless, she nodded and approached the man with white hair, putting on a smile before she tapped him on the shoulder.

      "This is going to sound weird, but my friends and I are doing a book report so I was wondering if you know about any ghost stories or legends of the Han River."