“Who am I? There are a lot of people in the scheming words of the Dark Age, but I am not one of them. I was saved by one, and become someone close to that level.” Mi-Yung tells while releasing her hand on her chin and pulling it closer to the gem in her chest.
Glowing in the azure light with the mixture of gold and white. A sense of sun is within her chest that beams to the face of William. He looks forth, the complexion of Mi-Yung not one bit different apart from the gaze of particles and pressure of the powerful Walker. Her eyes look striking, with a complex matter of light coming from them in a strange sight.
“Although I am Rank 6 already, I am nowhere near the level of your father.”
“W-what?” William blurts out, as the sudden light already disappeared.
“Y-you father... I owe him my life. Can you guess the moment I found out that he went missing and after 10 years, I found he even had a son? No. No. It is not like I wanted his child... Nonononono... Don't get me wrong, I admired him like a person admires a sun or moon.” Mi-Yung mumbles in embarrassment and rapid uncertainty.
William is somewhat unsure what the deal with her is, but he feels like he can trust her words. At least she seems more talkative than Luke.
“W-where are they? Why went they went missing?” William's complexion darkens while remembering the certain day when he reaches his hand for the hand of his mother, for the last time. It is still a lingering memory in his mind, even though many years passed, and he moved on. No... he did not move on at all.
That day, and the following days afterward, were one big nightmare that he would never forget.
“Will... I am sorry to say... But I don't know the answer. Even after 10 years of pushing this issue forth in the Assembly!” she says in a bit dose of anger and disappointment toward herself, and her peers.
“I did not expect the answer anyway. Once someone goes missing Outside, they are most often than not, dead.” William smiles, what could not be called a smile.
Frowning, Mi-Yung is feeling the same.
“Cheer up! Will you!?” Mi-Yung all of sudden slaps his shoulder, and the force pushes William out of the chair.
“Oh! Sorry. Sorry.” Mi-Yung gets up to her feet and comforts him as he gets up.
“What was that? I got him by a freaking motorcycle!” he assumes in a breathless manner.
Getting hold of himself, he is in the care of Mi-Yung's lap. Sitting straight up, he apologized for whatever happened, while Mi-Yung feels even more sorry than him. Sometimes, she doesn't even know she is stronger than any regular man. Even without summoning a speck of her Emblem.
Finding an excuse for tiredness, William grabs the sudden chance and fled for his life to his room.
In his room, William pants and gulps down. Freaking out in the middle of the closed door, he guesses he is finally safe. not like he complains... NO! He definitely does. NO! Perhaps he looks forward to living with her? Yes? He is unsure.
“I am dead tired.” he scowls again while undressing himself, before a quick shower and an awaiting bed.
In the kitchen, Mi-Yung keeps her smile, while reminiscing about something. She, as a young girl, in the middle of the apocalypse. The last stand, between the horde of Jawrans. A man stands there before her while remaining firm as if he could not falter amidst the incoming storm.
And he did not. He survived, while they could not even count casualties. It was a time when Korea was lost. At least in an official manner. Of course, there are still survivors out there, no matter where, or the reason.
Humans are, after all, versatile and resilient in the flow of time and pain. Their apex rank was kept short, while their history is only a drop to the ocean of the time. There were uncountable species that survived the speck of millions or tens of millions of years.
It is basic statistics, where humans are overpowered in this speck of timeline. A droplet of a few tens of thousands of years of what could be considered a modern human. The amount of stuff they managed, is incredible, and of utmost shocking to any standard. All things considered regarding the flow of time, that is.
This knowledge of the flow of time, while not important in the current time, is still recorded. They are keeping their dust since no one cares to read them. There is no need, after all, to care about the distant past.
Mi-Yung knows Victor is her savior, while she hopes she would be his son's savior. It could even be called her karma, that she discovered his son out of nowhere, where no one would bother her about it. Though, there is still a small variable that is in her mind. A person in the Assembly other than herself.
“It almost feels like fate, to get to know his son like this.” she thinks as she gets up. Gulping down a cup of water to quench her thirst, a small droplet falls down to her rose-like lips. It turns to mist, as her face undergoes a massive face.
“Luuuukeeee...” A smirk of expectations is left on her face. She will enjoy her time tonight, or it would be another way around? She knows the answer, though.
Mi-Yung gets you from her seat and walks straight to the room she shares with Luke. There, for all eyes to see, is cross-legged Luke on the bed. Full nude and showing off his shimmering Emblem. It dies in comparison in a while, but the dark room makes up for it.
He looks at the incoming guest with a smirk on his face. Mi-Yung closes the door, and without a speck of anger from before, the towel drops in its own violation.
“I won't be polite, Luke,” she says with a bewitching smile while leaning her back against the door. They are very familiar with each other... Perhaps a bit too much if one is too curious.
“I won't lose to you, unlike before,” Luke says in a relaxing tone.
“I would expect nothing less from you... Heheh. ” she giggles and pounces forth. Their night would not be so boring after being apart for a while. They would both enjoy it in their own ways.
This fight, though, does not go for an entire night. For whatever reason.
A new light shines in the Federation. A new day, as usual, with peaceful times that are very common here, apart from the hefty amount of work. People don't dislike it, since they are glad for this safe place.
Since the very beginning of the Federation, there have been only a few occurrences of the Dark beings. Hordes or not, they would not go into the city, as the army of Walkers and military machines are in high numbers throughout the perimeter of the whole archipelago.
The Federation is a safe place, and everyone knows it.
Although some would find this place rather limiting and dull. Others would be so happy to enter this place, for even slave-like conditions, which would be fine in their opinions.
William is yet to experience this place to its full capacity. Although he would not mind, not to do so, to begin with.
Stretching himself in the light of the morning sun in the bed, he could not hate the mornings any less. He could not understand the people going with their lives at such young hours.
“I feel like this place is never going to be something I would dare to call home... But what place in my life could even be called one?”
“None so far.” William extends his right hand into the air while laying in the softest bed he has set in.
The shimmering light of the Emblem within his forearm left much to his satisfaction. He could not say that it is something nice to have since growing up.
Very few benefits provide the Rank 0 Emblem. There is nothing to it that he thought would be great.
Wrong.
Clenching his fist, he gets up to the window, in the same manner as yesterday. Bare chest, but this time, with underwear. Just to be safe. There is a lady in the house, after all. Not like she is one... to be a proper one... NO! She is.
William thinks of the last night with some questionable intentions. The way he imagined Mi-Yung was different from the last night. Not like he expected something extra.. but... that could still be called extra.
Shaking his hair in the morning sun, he puts on his new set of clothes and gets out of his room.
In the kitchen, the Mi-Yung is already there. Although with clothes this time... NO! That is completely normal. William disagrees with himself while greeting the pondering face of Mi-Yung.
“Good morning, miss Mi-Yung.”
“Morning Will. Already up this late?” she asks after noticing his presence.
“It is still morning.”
“I guess. It is 9 am. What are you planning?” she playfully leans on the kitchen table and asks something that she is curious about. Wearing a thin white blouse, with a long skirt of black color, it goes well with her black hair that has a silvery accent to it. The hair leans behind her back and a bit around her front shoulders.
“I plan to spend the next 6 weeks preparing for the examinations, as well as spending time in the Library which is in the Central District.”
“That is not bad thinking at all. Broadening your horizons is better to be done now than later when you won't have better opportunities.”
“That will depend on the incoming opportunities that I will see. I still have no idea what sort of future will be up for me.”
“Do you regret having been born with an Emblem?” Mi-Yung asks with meaning and emotion of a sudden question. Maybe she means something different with such a question, but William has not met with his fate yet.
“I don't.”
“Me too. There is nothing there to even regret. Instead, is it not exciting to be a person who has been granted the Emblem? Especially when no people experienced this sort of thing before the Dark Age. We are one of a kind. Each and every one of us.”
“I am sorry, but I am normal as a normal person can get,” William replies with an honest nod to himself. Oblivious to the grand meanings of the Emblem, that he is unaware of, for now.
Mi-Yung could not help but chuckle at such a stereotypical response. It almost feels melodramatic for such an exchange to occur between them. She gets up on her feet and stretches her body in a few strides of stretching.
“I bet Luke has not shown you the city? Can I have this privilege?” she asks.
“I already have someone familiar with the city. It has been a few days already, so I will get used to this city in these times.”
Mi-Yung, in secret, grunts in displeasure but does not show it outside at all. Instead, she welcomes it, since she doesn't even know where to start with taking care of the karmic ties with William's father, Victor.