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Mankind knew that they cannot change society, so instead of reflecting on themselves they blamed the beasts…
Otherwise known as Gears; a magical creature once made with earth's magic in hopes of human advancement now twisted into weapons of hate. They revolted against their masters as a price for playing god. They nearly wiped out all of humanity, until 3 women stood against the tide overturning waves into humanities favor giving them a push forward before its brink of extinction.
It set in motion for a set presence in generations to come when humanity hits the wall 3 heroes would rise up from the ashes. brandishing their respected sacred treasures, slaying gears until they were nothing more than a memory.
Despite this perceived peace there were still ghosts echoing humanity's past as there were still remnants of gears that roam with. No orders since their command gear ceased function they had no destination, only to go one direction even if it were to destroy a town that was just collateral damage on their part and a mess to clean on the hunters part.
Today was no different within the backwaters of Seoul a pack of smaller gears were terrorizing a local neighborhood sky rocketing property taxes on. Some unfortunate homeowners let alone a sunk cost fallacy for their car payment. Nothing was spared that morning until something heavenworth struck true between a gears head cleaving it perfectly. A glint of gold hit juuuust right blinding another gear’s sensitive eyes, just for a Shin-kal strike true.
Leaving no wiggle room the message was clear; scatter as if they were roaches instead of the pack that was once there had evaporated like a memory as they went in different directions. Poor choice, a last choice really just meant easier to pick them off one by one.
They would be cut down like a common weed in the cracks of pavement. “Like hell you're going anywhere freak” in a clean striking motion Mira’s Gok-do cleaved another gear effortlessly as usually for someone like her. Precision was top priority and she wasn’t going to settle down for scraps handed to her; she would rather throw it back in life’s face with same day delivery.
“gross” acting like she didn’t just sliced a scraggly gear just now as she flicked her wrist splattering gear blood on a nearby wall, while lost in thought she didn’t react in time for another gear behind ready to avenge its fallen brethren with brandished claws. Only for it to be dangled midair on Rumi’s recovered Saingeom before dropping with a hard thud unceremoniously from her sword “you good? got a little close for comfort Mir” Mira sucked in a breath as Rumi approached her as if she didn’t just kill a gear that was a little too close for comfort beside her head.
And was now being checking on by her slightly shorter part- friend just friends Mira chided her thoughts when clearing her throat “yeah, I’m good could’ve been worse” she admits as her eyes followed towards their third Zoey who was playing cat n mouse with every Shin-kal she threw the gear would change direction trying to avoid its demise. That was until Rumi’s sword was tossed in front of it giving Zoey her golden opportunity to take out the last gear “Unnie! Mira-nim was amazing!” her eyes twinkled with undisguised whimsy as if they weren’t putting Gears through the Huntrix blender moments ago.
“Suppose that’s one way to start your morning” Rumi tried to make light of how they started this morning as she briskly cleaned off of her sacred treasure before willing it back to dormant mode. Didn’t want to create more of a scene when the neighbors would be waking up torn up lawns, cars with deep scratches that someone could think a very vengeful ex was in town trying to find the man who broke her heart.
Mira on the other hand was already on Zoey’s side giving her a tight squeeze of approval “If mornings could start with kicking ass with these things then I’m here for it!” Mira gave Rumi a all knowing grin that it gets a reaction out of their leader who was pinching her nose bridge creating a small crease of skin
“I’m here with Mira Unnie! knowing we save people with these sacred treasures your aunt gave us is gonna be a lot more fun than doing those fan signing events!” Zoey sighs dreamily knowing this is the highlight of her life as an idol, slaying gears and slaying fans (with their songs of course). Interjecting her dream Rumi chimes her thoughts “I would personally rather suffer smelling marker fumes than hacking through gears at 5am” there was a sigh resting on her chest watching Zoey and Mira deflate slightly as if she kicked a puppy. “Besides these guys are small fry for now, because the ones that Celine, Mi-yeong and Hana had fought gears twice the size. They were lucky to even see another day!”
Saying it felt foreign on her tongue saying Celine’s name is commonplace but her enomma’s? Imo Hana? felt like weighted sand. on her tongue, moreover her inner thoughts this wasn’t them training under her Imo Celine anymore back on Jeju this was the real world and it doesn’t hold back punches. So it came to no surprise that Mira would break up the silence “Total buzz kill Rums hope you know that” Mira jabs Rumi with only to be greeted with a well earned eye roll “yeah yeah whatever you say spice queen we haven’t even eaten breakfast yet” Mira was gonna say something before her stomach spoke for her stead
Tapping at her cheek Mira had a wicked idea “Alright, how about this? last one back to the penthouse has to make breakfast” she squeezes Zoey tighter causing the younger woman to yelp in surprise “ooh! to make it fair we get a head start before our fearless leader”
That earned a chuckle out of Rumi “alright you guys got a 30 min headstart before you guys kiss my dust” Mira smirked before freeing Zoey in a sprint. “No fair! your legs are longer than mine” she whined as she followed behind Mira leaving Rumi behind giving enough time to fix her contacts
Almost revealing her warm brown eyes were not their natural color but a very red gear shade that could make her look like Deviantart users character dream come true if it took the form of one Ryu Rumi. Who briefly rolled a sleeve to look at the sigil decided to spread out more to her dismay. Normally a gears sigil doesn’t spread out like this making Rumi the most specialist girl in the world she would joke when no one was around. But this is concerning to say the least with knowing she had to report back to Celine about it and record it in her journal with a photo for the sake of documentation. Thanks to Celine for drilling into Rumi since they day she could even talk.
Yeah this was gonna be a long day and she felt it in her bones