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Okay so this was awkward.
Before he’d even turned away from the sight of Jinu being absorbed into a fucking sword (What? Who does that?), Mystery had disappeared from his side. His head snapped around as Mystery sprinted towards a hunter like a fucking idiot.
Cursing under his breath, he teleported away before the hunter could catch sight of him. He wasn’t an idiot, it was obvious he would leave, especially obvious as she swiped her blades across Mystery’s neck.
He reappeared deep in the crowd, disguised by the hypnotised fans. He watched on as the purple one ran at Gwima with the Jinu-sword (Again- what the actual fuck?) and sliced him in half while singing. Terrifying. When did they even prepare that song? It fit the situation too well to be pre-planned. Did they improvise that whole thing? And also somehow improvise the backing track too? He didn’t understand women.
With a deep sigh, he teleported away again. The hunters were starting to emanate blue light that looked suspiciously like a new special Honmoon. And if he was going to be kicked out of this realm, he may as well have some ice cream beforehand.
He morphed his angsty attire into something more casual and dropped by a store on the side of the road.
The attendant, a young man wearing an embarrassing amount of Huntrix merch, stared at him as he approached. Baby ignored him.
“I’ll take 2 scoops of chocolate with a waffle cone then another waffle cone with a scoop of salted caramel and a scoop of cookie dough- you know what, also a tub of pistachio? Do you sell tubs? I’ll pay whatever.”
He nodded slowly then blinked furiously for a few seconds, “Um… Chocolate, caramel, cookie dough and pistachio? Tubs? …Yeah okay.”
In a daze he received four tubs of ice cream from a massive cooler behind him, haphazardly placing them on the counter. He glanced obnoxiously between the stadium, still bursting with noise, and Baby. “Aren’t you supposed to be doing a show right now?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Baby said innocently.
The attendant looked pointedly around at the several billboards and posters and signs advertising the Saja Boys special show that was technically taking place right now.
Baby smiled tightly, “We’re going on a hiatus for a bit. Creative differences, you know how it is.”
“Right…”
The two stood there awkwardly for a while until Baby prompted, “...I’m just gonna go then.”
The attendant nodded, not even bringing up the matter of payment. Baby snagged a spoon as he walked away languidly, tubs tucked under his arms.
As he was walking over to the park in hopes of a couple of minutes of peace before probable imminent return to the underworld, he was accosted by a still fully demoned out Romance.
Panting, Romance said, “Baby, you’re alive!”
“Not really,” Baby reminded him dryly. “Still a demon.”
“But you’re here!” Romance said with relief, pulling him into a hug. It was extremely awkward considering the four tubs of ice cream but Romance made it work somehow.
“Mira got Abby, Jinu sacrificed himself or something and I can only imagine what happened to Mystery!” Romance said in a rush when he pulled back.
“Who the hell is Mira?” Baby asked, having placed three of the tubs on the ground and started on the pistachio. Shit, they would have to refrigerate soon. Wait, did he even own a fridge? That was probably in that apartment Gwima got them. Good.
“Who- Are you kidding me?” Romance exclaimed, “The pink-haired hunter!”
Baby nodded, “Right, that one. Well Mystery was sent back to the underworld by the rapper one.”
“Zoey,” Romance offered.
“Yeah, sure, that one.” Baby grimaced, looking over at the light now cascading out from the stadium in waves, “Let’s go to the apartment.”
Romance nodded and the two appeared in a magenta cloud in their soulless white apartment Gwima bought them but they never stayed in. Instantly, Baby put his ice cream in the fridge. Then he sat himself on the counter with the pistachio as Romance paced.
“Well, I’m pretty sure they created a new Honmoon and we’re still here so…” He said, mind thinking of Jinu, Abby and Mystery. Abby and Mystery were probably okay, just in the underworld. Jinu though… He had no idea. In his defence, he’d never known anyone that was sucked into a sword soul first before!
“They killed Gwima,” Romance added, looked amazed and horrified all at once. Baby agreed internally, the lack of that weird whispering in the back of his brain was strangely blissful. Then, Romance added, “Without the power of a demon lord, demons can’t get through the tears in the Honmoon.”
“Ah, shit,” Baby said simply. “So Mystery and Abby are stuck down there.”
Romance buried his head in his hands, “This is why we had Jinu, he would know all this stuff. But no he just had to become a sword. Who does that?!”
Baby nodded sagely, “Exactly. It was obvious he had a thing for the purple one-”
“Rumi.”
“Sure- but he didn’t have to sacrifice himself and donate his soul to a sword. That was a bit much.”
“Totally! And he says I’m dramatic.”
Baby hummed, “Your name is Romance.”
Romance glared at him, “Says ‘Baby’.”
Baby sighed, “Lets just blame Jinu and move on.”
Romance nodded sagely. “Anyway, we need a game plan.”
“For what, though?” Baby asked, voice muffled by the spoon in his mouth.
“Well for one, our souls are still trapped by Gwima’s magic even if he did get killed by sword-jinu. That’s another thing, Jinu’s in a sword now and Mystery and Abby are in the underworld right now!” He gestured wildly, looking indignant and confused and desperate all at once.
Baby found it interesting, how they’d come to care for Jinu, accepting him as part of their group, even the new leader. Even he admitted he would rather Jinu not be a sword now.
“Well, if those are the issues obviously what we need to do is-”
“Continue being idols to get close to Huntrix again so they can free our souls like they did with Jinu pre-swording and then get them to un-sword him and free Abby and Mystery too.”
“Become sorcerers and break Gwima’s magic and Jinu’s sword shit ourselves, then break through to the underworld or contact a god to help us out.”
The two stared at each other for a moment, each in judgement.
Baby scoffed, “Really? Continue being idols? How are we even gonna do that? We’re missing 60% of the group.”
Romance transformed into his human form again and said, “Well you’re the main rapper and I can sing so it could work. We can say the others are on a break.”
Baby sighed softly, “I did already tell that ice-cream guy that we were going on hiatus. But this seems like way more effort than just reaching out to a god or something-”
“Way more-” Romance scoffed. “How do you even expect us to get in touch with a god? That’s not something you just do.”
“It’s worth a try.”
“Is it though? If there are gods, they’re probably pissed at us for stealing souls all the time.”
“Because they’re so perfect,” Baby rolled his eyes bitterly.
Romance ignored him, “Wait, these new songs wouldn’t steal souls anymore would they?”
Baby blinked, “I guess not. If Gwima’s not doing that with… whatever demon king powers he has. We really don’t know much about this guy. A shame,” He deadpans.
“Truly,” Romance grinned. “That’s good, though. I can write our songs again, don’t need Jinu to imbue them with magic or whatever he was doing to Soda Pop that whole time.”
Baby smirked, “It’s minorly terrifying to see you revert to your leader roots.”
Romance grinned, “This is going to be fun.”
“Especially when I get in contact with that sorcerer guy and get him to teach us magic,” Baby said, not inconspicuously at all.
“You’re really hung up on this sorcerer thing, aren’t you?” Romance sighed.
“It’s only fair that if we’re trying your thing, we try mine.” Baby looked up at Romance with puppy eyes.
Romance facepalmed, “It’s evil that you have that face with such a disgusting soul.”
“Idol sorcerers, then?” Baby asked innocently, outstretching his hand.
Taking it, Romance agreed, “Idol sorcerers.”