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The hiatus was so sorely needed.
Rumi groaned as she settled into the couch. The one on their brand new private jet wasn't as comfortable as the one back home but it never would be comparable. As she attempted to stretch out like a lazy tiger, Mira lifted her legs, sat down on the couch with her then plopped Rumi's legs back down on her lap.
“This is going to be so exciting!” Zoey's attention was mostly on her phone as her fingers flew across the screen. “We’ll have to visit Disney and Universal! Halmeoni will insist we do a big family dinner too so we might have to worry about cousins.”
“Zoey, breathe.” Mira chuckled. “We have months , it's not like the last time when we visited for Christmas.”
“Oh my god, that was the worst.” Zoey flopped back onto the floor, splaying out like a starfish. “Why did you bring it up?”
“Because it was funny.” Mira laughed. “I'm positive your cousins are now Celine's sleep paralysis demons.”
“It really wasn't.” Rumi muttered and Mira cackled. Zoey eventually picked herself up off the floor and leaned against the couch by Mira’s legs.
“So, how do we want to spend the time?” She asked and Rumi smiled as she stretched. “Not all of us can sleep an entire flight, Tiger.”
“I'm pretty sure I saw you pack at least three LEGO boxes.” Mira pointed out and Zoey pouted, crossed arms and all. Mira rolled her eyes. “Fine, how many videos do you have lined up?”
“357.” Zoey answered immediately. “All of them are about turtles!”
“Don't ever change.” Mira smiled as Zoey hugged her legs.
It was probably halfway through the flight when Rumi found herself rousing from her sleep. The cabin lights were dim and the plane itself was oddly silent, all she could hear was the wind howling.
Where was the sound of the engines?
She figured it was the silence that woke her up, her demonic nature sensing the change in the environment. Mira and Zoey were also asleep, either having gotten through the video playlist or the long hours tiring them out. Rumi shifted to sit up as she nudged Mira awake. Mira grumbled and swatted at Rumi before actually opening her eyes.
“What?” Mira growled.
“Something’s wrong. Can't you hear it?” Rumi whispered and Mira frowned.
“Hear what? I don't hear anything.”
“We should be hearing the engines.” Rumi muttered. “Wake Zoey. I'm going to check on the pilots.” She slipped off Mira and made her way to the front of the plane. Their flight attendant was oddly absent so she knocked on the door to the cockpit. “Hello?”
She didn't get an answer, so she knocked again. It wasn't uncommon for their attendants to sit in the jump seat in the cockpit to chat with the pilots when the girls slept, but usually they answered rather quickly. She rapped on the door again. “Hello?”
Mira walked up to her and Zoey was still rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Rumi looked at them before summoning Sain-geom and slicing it through the lock on the door. She pushed it open to find the cockpit empty. “The fuck?” Mira asked as Rumi stepped inside. “Where is the crew?”
Before anyone could say anything, the Honmoon rippled around them and they all spun around with their weapons drawn. There wasn't anything behind them, but the plane jerked, it wasn't going to glide forever with no power and no one at the controls. “Grab our backpacks. We might have to jump.”
“Jump where?!” Zoey blinked as she rushed to get their more important belongings. “We're probably over the ocean by now!”
“You won't be jumping anywhere.” A new voice hummed and the girls turned again. A demon was standing in the cockpit now and was slowly stepping out. The girls stepped back as the figure filled the doorway. They were clearly not a servant of Gwi-Ma, for the demon was different from everything else that had been fighting over the last several years.
The demon massive blue skinned creature with the head of a bird, their digitigrade legs were covered in bronze armour. Their clawed hands were ready to act at a moment's notice and in all honesty, despite the demon being a new breed they had never seen before, the girls were neither impressed nor intimidated.
Sure, they had rebuilt the Honmoon but it wasn't sealed. Gwi-Ma’s demons had stopped cropping up on the regular so the girls had believed it was safe enough to take that well earned hiatus. Clearly they had been wrong.
“Fuck? Really? Listen.” Mira huffed. “We just want a vacation man. Can you like, at least give us a break until the new year?” she asked, mostly as a joke but the demon seemed to consider it
“Like really, really.” Rumi sighed. “We did the plane fight thing already and I really don't want to explain to our manager how we lost another private jet.” She pointed Sain-geom at the demon, after Jinu, a conversation like this wasn't as unbelievable as it used to be. “So can you like… turn the plane back on, land us safely, then we can fight to the death?”
“I’ll grant you one of those requests.” The demon hummed after a moment of deliberation. Zoey had handed them their backpacks so they would have at least more than just the clothes on their backs once everything went to shit. The demon raised their hand and snapped their clawed fingers.
Instantly a wormhole, or something that could only be described as a wormhole, appeared behind them and started to suck them in. Immediately Rumi slammed Sain-geom’s blade into the floor of the plane to give her something to hold onto. Mira did the same with Gok-do before reaching back to grab Zoey's arm.
“I'll give you three a break until the new year . Toodaloo.” Massive wings unfurled from the demon’s back and then pushed them with a powerful gust of wind. It was enough for the weapons to slip free from their cuts and throw Huntrix into the void.
Mira decided then and there, she would never joke with full blooded demons again.
The Honmoon had been acting weirdly all day. All three of them could feel it, to Celine, it was an itch on the back of her hand that she couldn’t soothe, to Jiji it felt like a pinched nerve, as for Miyeong it felt like the Honmoon wanted her to be anywhere but here. Unfortunately the Sunlight Sisters couldn’t cancel their fanmeet because the Honmoon was acting a little funny. Sun-Hui would hang them by their toes; faults and fears could never be seen, and all that jazz.
Celine smiled and waved goodbye to a mother and her daughter after signing the well loved jacket to the vinyl of their debut album. When they shuffled away, she glanced across the table to see how the other two were holding up. Miyeong was distracted posing with a couple teenagers who were taking turns taking photos with her with their instant camera. Jiji turned her head to catch Celine’s gaze and made a quick gesture with her hand to point towards the crowd without rousing any suspicion of their fans or security team.
Celine followed the direction that Jiji had pointed and saw what she had noticed first. A woman who looked sorely out of place, partially because of the way she dressed, Celine would never be caught dead in a jacket that loud . It was more on how confused she looked, that she couldn't believe what she was seeing.
The next set of fans distracted her and Celine went through the motions. Greeting them, asking who she was making it out to, answered a couple questions and sent them on their way. When she looked back up the strange woman was now talking to two others. One was wearing a grey hoodie with the hood drawn up over their head and the other had a black baseball cap over her magenta dyed hair.
Then it was the next group of fans. Quickly signing what was placed before her and smiling as they stumbled through their praises. Celine glanced back up and swore that the girl in the outlandish jacket was looking right at her. Then she smiled, and waved.
“Celine?” Miyeong whispered in confusion, having clocked in on what was going on around her. Celine gave a quick nod of her head and Miyeong made a confused noise when she saw the three girls. “I don't understand?”
“They're being weird.” Celine muttered and Miyeong rolled her eyes.
“All of our fans are a little weird, darling.” Miyeong smiled. “Tell me something new.” Celine glowered as Miyeong moved onto the next fans, all sunshine and daisies as she greeted them. Celine worked through the line for the next several minutes before looking back up at the crowd, trying to see if she could see where that odd trio was in the sea of people.
They were gone.
The Honmoon had not calmed, it was still skittering under her skin like ants. Just a few more hours and then they could go and investigate what it wanted from them. It just needed to be a little bit more patient.
As long as demons didn't attack they would be fine.
It wasn’t like Gwi-Ma’s goons were smart enough to come up with anything different.
So this was how HUNTR/X’s story went.
After being sucked into the void by that unknown bird-faced demon they had lost consciousness. Only to be woken up by a police officer nudging them awake and telling them that they couldn’t sleep here . Confused, and having no desire to be arrested, they quickly apologized and scampered off.
They knew they were in Seoul, but something about this Seoul was different. Everything felt off, like someone had gone in and moved everything three centimetres to the left. When Zoey pulled out her phone to try and contact Bobby she got confused when it told her that she had no signal. The device itself still worked, but it had no cellular and no data to work with.
“Are you guys noticing this?” Rumi asked as she watched cars travel through the streets. “All the cars, they’re old.” Mira stepped beside Rumi as Zoey tried to find a nearby public wi-fi signal. Mira hummed to herself before looking down the street to where a corner store was. Grabbing both Rumi and Zoey she dragged them down the street.
“Mira? What?” Zoey protested as she slipped her phone in her pocket. “What’s going on?”
“Humour me.” Mira grumbled as she walked into the store, the clerk at the cash greeting them. Mira immediately made a beeline for the newspaper stand and grabbed one of the local papers. The front page news itself wasn’t what Mira was after, it was the date.
Saturday, September 19th, 1999
The dates were right, but the year, the year was terribly wrong.
“Do you have any coins?” Mira whispered, Zoey blinked and opened up her fanny pack to pull out her small turtle shaped coin pouch. “I need coins stamped 1999 or earlier.” It took a moment, but Zoey was able to find enough old coins to be able to pay for the paper. Mira took the small handful of coins and went up to purchase the paper as Rumi and Zoey browsed the aisles.
“Everything is so cheap.” Zoey muttered as she continued to sort through the coins, even Rumi pulled out her own pouch. “We have enough to get some ramyeon!”
That put them on a street bench a little bit later with three steaming cups of instant ramyeon and the newspaper for the day. From what they could tell, they were 26 years in the past with nothing more than what was stashed in their backpacks. Their phones barely worked, all of their bank cards and credit cards were useless. They knew not to bother with their banknotes, and their coins were separated. Those minted in the ‘future’ were to be used in vending machines, and those with acceptable dates would be given to cashiers.
It gave them virtually nothing to work with, it was embarrassing.
“Hey.” Mira pointed to something in the paper. “Says here that the Sunlight Sisters are doing a fanmeet not too far from here. I think we should go.”
“What, why?” Rumi looked up from her cup of ramyeon.
“I want to see if the Honmoon does anything.” Mira hummed. “Like how it drew us together, I want to see if it does anything with the Sunlight Sisters nearby.”
“You do realize we’re asking Rumi to snoop on Celine and her Mom right?” Zoey pointed out. “We shouldn’t just drop that-”
“No. Let’s do it.” Rumi agreed as she opened her backpack and pulled out her hoodie. “But let’s be discrete? I want to see them, then decide what I want to do from there.”
“Okay.” The two girls agreed.
So that’s what they did, the Sunlight Sisters were popular, and the line to get in had not been cut off for the day. Zoey slipped in ahead of them while Mira and Rumi slipped in a couple minutes later. Zoey was standing off to the side where she had a perfect view of the table, but wasn’t interfering with the line. Rumi and Mira slid in next to her and looked over and Rumi felt her heart stop, right there at the table was a younger Celine and her mother. When Celine looked up, right at them, Rumi turned her head away and Zoey just awkwardly waved back.
The Honmoon curled around them like a housecat, trying to get them towards the Sunlight Sisters and Rumi pulled away.
“Can we leave?” She asked, and the other two didn’t protest. They stepped back out onto the street and Zoey immediately hugged Rumi after she had pulled her hood down. “Sorry, just seeing them suddenly like that. It was a lot.”
“It’s fine, we probably don’t need their help to figure out how to get back anyway.” Mira commented. “But we do need to figure out how we’re going to get money. I don’t know about you two, but I cannot live the homeless life.”
“We should busk.” Rumi suggested. “We have the skills, we might as well use them.”
“Wait, hold up, you, Ryu Rumi, are suggesting that we pull a Saja Boys on the Sunlight Sisters ?!” Mira exclaimed the moment those words left Rumi's mouth. Zoey clearly didn't see an issue with it because, why would she? Rumi chuckled and nodded her head when the realization hit her as well. “What would we even sing?”
“It sounds like you're implying that we shouldn't sing our songs.” Rumi stated and Mira was starting to wonder if she was the only sane one here.
“Twenty years before our own debut?! You cannot be serious!” Mira huffed but Zoey just pulled on her arm to get her attention.
“I don't think it will really matter.” Zoey pointed out. “Social media isn't a thing and the phones of this era can barely take a good photo, let alone record a video.” She hummed. “If someone does get a recording with a digital camera, there is very little chance that they’ll remember they even have that video twenty years later.”
Rumi pulled her backpack off her back and started to rifle through it until she pulled out a familiar yellow racing jacket. They all had one of their easier stage costumes packed away along with pajamas and a change of street clothes. “As much as I like to believe we won't need their help. We have no idea who or what that demon was, we’re going to need the Hunter Archives.”
“We know where they are, we can just go there and break in!” Mira protested back and Rumi rolled her eyes.
“You know we need money to get there, right?”
“Touché.” Mira sighed as she leaned back on the bench and punched her nose. “If this all blows up in our faces and the Sunlight Sisters come after us thinking we’re demons, ‘I get to say I told you so.’ ”
Zoey squealed and jumped on Mira to hug her. “So how are we doing this? Just pick a place and start signing? Or are we going to do some sort of advertising like the Saja Boys did?” Zoey squirmed off Mira to get into her fanny pack to pull out a jump drive and sheepishly chuckled.
“Unfortunately, no computer here will be able to read our files for about… seven years?” Zoey hummed as she flipped it in the air and it disappeared back into her bag. “Aside from not being able to afford an on the spot printing service in the first place.”
“How do you know this?” Mira asked and Zoey laughed.
“Late night hyperfixation spirals. You’ve caught me during my ocean liner disasters spiral the other week.” Mira couldn’t help but shake her head in exasperation. “I think we should pick one of the nearby squares near the fanmeet to do our pop-up live show. We have to try and get the Sunlight Sisters' attention one way or another.”
Rumi glanced at Mira and Mira sighed in defeat and relented. “Fine, so how are we doing the music?” Zoey grinned as she swung her backpack off her back and pulled out a decent sized Bluetooth speaker, at least that would still work with their phones and give the Honmoon something to amplify. “Nice.”
“I thought that was never gonna end!” Jiji groaned, stretched her arms above her head as the girls left the venue through one of the many back exits and into a small alleyway. The three of them were dressed in civilian clothing now with hats, glasses and face masks to help hide their identities. The intention now was to slip away to their favourite family owned hole-in-the-wall restaurant for dinner. “Those strange girls, they never made it to the table, yeah?”
“I never saw them.” Miyeong answered, pressing a hand against her heart where the Honmoon had been pulling at all day. “Was it the same for you two too? After we saw them the Honmoon wasn't as… antsy.”
“Do you think we should ask Sun-Hui?” Jiji asked and all three of them shivered at the idea.
“You know what she'll say.” Celine rolled her eyes before clearing her throat and pitching her voice upwards. “We are Hunters, voices strong. Our faults and fears must never be seen.” She smiled when Miyeong giggled. “In seriousness, we should figure this out first before bothering the old windbag.”
They turned the corner, all of them following the steady beat that the Honmoon was giving them. When they crossed an alley that had a clear view of the square their attention was firmly caught. Loud music was being played out on the street and the people were gathering. The trip glanced at each other and silently agreed to go and investigate while the Honmoon rippled around them, threads wavering like a playful otter had just swam through them. “What?” Celine questioned.
Adjusting the key items to their disguises, they scrambled to the corner and peeked out. The crowd had formed around three girls who were busking. Celine frowned when she recognized two of them from the odd trio that was at their meet earlier. Meaning that the third one in the yellow jacket with unbelievably long lilac hair had to have been the one in the hood.
These girls were not the average street busker. They were moving around like formally trained idols, interacting with the crowd here and there with small smiles and the odd wink during the instrumental as it crescendoed to it's peak. Then the lilac haired one started to rap.
“Yeah, something about when you come for the crown, that's so humbling, huh?” She pointed at one fan while the magenta haired woman took the next verse. Celine was positive the crowd was swooning as the three of them pushed further into the thick of things.
“Nothing to us, run up, you're done up, we come up. From sunup to sundown, so come out to play.” The dark haired member of the trio rapped in the style that was popular in America and Celine didn't know how to feel about that. The girls continued to dance well designed and practised choreography and the original compositions of the song had Jiji wondering out loud why these clearly formally trained girls were busking.
It was when the lilac haired one started singing again that she saw it, they all saw it. An iridescent glow across her skin that betrayed her nature.
“Demon.” The three of them grumbled as the girls continued to perform. Was this what the Honmoon was quivering about? It wasn't like how it acted when demons were usually flirting about.
“Need to beat my face, make it cute and savage. Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the baddest?” The rapper pointed out at the crowd and they could hear an ‘ Us, hello? ’ in the backing track.
“Okay. They're good, like. Really good.” Miyeong complimented them.
“Incredible, but a demon girl band?” Celine questioned and she felt Miyeong tense.
“Better sit down for the show
'Cause I'm gonna show you
(I'm gonna show you)
(I'm gonna show you) ”
“I don't care! A demon is a demon! We're killing them.” Jiji grumbled and took a step forward. Just before she could weave the Honmoon into her favoured staff, Celine pulled her back.
“How it’s done, done, done.”
“We can't, not here, too public.” she hissed.
“And if they try to kill all of these people?” Jiji snapped back.
“I don't think they're here for that?” Miyeong seemed a little distant as her attention was fixated on the lilac haired woman as she stepped forward from the other two for her solo part.
“Hear our voice unwavering
'Til our song defeats the night.”
Makin' fear afraid to breathe
'Til the dark meets the light!”
The lilac haired demon hit an incredibly high note and some of the crowd stopped and stared at each other before going completely ecstatic. The Honmoon rippled around them in a rush of energy that didn't feel quite right. “They're going after the fans!” Celine growled with her realization before starting to push through the crowds to get closer to the demons.
“What are we doing? What's the plan?” Jiji hissed and Celine paused when the lilac haired demon made eye contact with her and smiled devilishly as the last verses were sung.
“We hunt you down, down, down, down (down)
We got you now, now, now, now (got you now)
We show you how, how, how (show you how)
Huntrix don't miss, how it's done, done, done”
They posed, the music ended and the crowd around them roared. The lilac haired demon was still fixated on Celine as she scowled back. “Thank you for the warm welcome, Seoul!” She projected her voice over the roar of the excited crowd. “That’s it for now but we’ll be back!” She punched her hand up and the crowd cheered.
“We’re Huntrix!” the dark haired demon shouted. “Now for the embarrassing part.” She laughed sheepishly as she held up a black baseball cap and a yellow bucket hat. “If any of you are generous enough to part with a couple won it means we'll be able to order Kimbap tonight!”
Celine wasn't expecting the mass of people to move in to part with their small bills and spare coins. It made it much harder for the Sunlight Sisters to get to the demons and eventually Celine felt herself being pulled back by Miyeong and Jiji.
“We can’t do anything about them right now.” Miyeong hissed in Celine’s ear. “Let’s just go get something to eat and make a proper game plan. They said they’ll be back.”
“But the fans.” Celine tried to protest and Miyeong shook her head.
“There is nothing we can do right now darling.” Miyeong repeated. “Not without making us look like the villains and that will be even worse with our fans.
Celine looked back at the girls seeing how some of them were interacting with their new fans, they were comfortable, well practised. These demons knew what they were doing. “Fine, but I won't be happy about it.”
Miyeong lowered her face mask just enough to place a kiss on Celine’s cheek before pulling the fabric back up over her nose. Jiji gestured for them to follow her as they slipped away from the crowd and towards their favourite restaurant. With peace and quiet they could at least sit down and process what had just happened. They opened the door, the bell happily jiggling and the old chef smiled at them happily and pointed that their preferred booth was free.
They sat down, Jiji groaning the same way the vinyl cushioning did under their weight. “So that really just happened? We all saw the same thing?”
“A demon girl band jabbing at us with their blatantly hunter themed name? Yeah.” Celine placed her head down on the table, Miyeong reached over her to grab one of the pens and pads used for ordering. Celine watched as Miyeong started to write onto the pad and when it was clear it wasn't their usual order Celine raised her head up slightly.
Hear our voice unwavering
Til our song defeats the night
Making fear afraid to breathe
Til the dark meets the light
“Their lyrics?” Celine asked, Miyeong was their primary lyricist so she would notice a theming or a pattern in a song rather quickly.
“For some reason, they unsettled me.” Miyeong hummed as she tapped the pen next to the words. “On our way here I kept repeating them in my head trying to understand why and then it clicked.” She started to write a new verse right underneath the Huntrix ones, Celine recognized them before Miyeong even finished writing.
We are hunters, voices strong
Slaying demons with our song
Fix the world and make it right
When darkness finally meets the light
“It's our mantra. Why would their song have the Hunters’ Mantra?” Jiji was looking over as well. “Why would demons want to sing that?”
“We don't know all of their songs, but if I didn't know better. I would say it's to call us out.” Miyeong tapped her finger on the paper. “Their style and sound is completely different to ours or anyone else's, current and upcoming. Whatever they were doing in the demon realm, they came up with something insanely catchy.”
“Which is something we absolutely, definitely, do not want!” Celine growled, leaning forward. Jiji took the opening to grab a second notepad and start filling out their usual order. “If they start taking fans from us it will be harder for us to strengthen the Honmoon!”
“See! I told you that this place would be here!” The door opened with a jingle and the girls looked over to see what rabble had just walked in. “She always took me here as a kid!” It was the Huntrix demons still in their performance clothing, all smiles and laughter as the dark haired one clung onto the arm of the lilac haired one.
The chef greeted them as well, and the trio sat at a booth right by the window with a perfect view of the street. The dark haired one was bouncing as she slid into the booth, and the pink haired one sat down beside the lilac haired one. “Isn’t it great? We don’t have to be so secretive right now!” She picked up the menu and grinned. “Oh! It hasn’t changed!” She hummed and started to focus on what was offered, the lilac one shifted in her seat to face the pink one a little bit better.
“So, what was our takeaway? I really don’t want to be sleeping on a bench tonight.” She asked as the taller demon through a rather hefty bag that rattled with the telltale sound of coins. She pulled out a few stacks of cash but based on the colours it was mostly small bills. The girls knew that they really shouldn’t be watching this but they needed to know.
Why did the demons need the won? Why were they here eating normal food and complaining about needing a place to sleep?
“Probably enough for a night at one of the cheaper places if we only get one bed, and a good breakfast tomorrow.” The pink haired one hummed as she counted the bills. “If we do two shows tomorrow and they both make the same amount as today, we can afford the bathhouse and thrift some new clothes.”
There was a sudden celebration over the idea of the bathhouse and the Sunlight Sisters glanced at each other. These weren’t the typical wants of a demon, not when they could easily go back to the demon realm and do whatever it is that demons do there. Then there was that constant excitable energy between them that demons were just not known to have. Miyeong made the action to rise from her seat but Jiji snatched her wrist. Miyeong snapped her attention back to Jiji who just glared back.
“So, what’s the plan if we don’t get their attention.” The excitable dark haired demon leaned forward and Miyeong settled back in her seat. “Like, what do we do if we go all week and they don’t do anything.”
“Well, at that point we should have enough money to get where we want to go.” The lilac one responded. “Or we try Plan B.” The pink one made a noise like she was shivering.
“I really don’t like the idea of causing them more problems.” She groaned, Celine looked over the back of her seat to see that the pink one was filling out the order sheet for her table. “I’m sure once they’ll come for us once they notice what we’re doing.”
That was the problem, they didn’t know what these demons were doing!
Celine turned her head back to the other and they shrugged, clearly at a loss. The only thing they could think of was the Honmoon, it did react only when the crowd cheered for them but it wasn’t negative, it was just… weird. When the dark haired one made a noise Celine turned her head back. “The problem is that there is a lot we probably want to do but can’t do because the-”
“Zoey.” The lilac haired one hushed and Zoey zipped her mouth shut, comedic action and all. “Okay, but Rumi. We're banking a lot on the fact that they’ll react to us positively. We’re pulling a Saja Boys and if you remember, we ended up in the men’s bathhouse last time.”
“Please don’t remind me.” Rumi groaned, placing her face in her hand.
“Well, if they do react like that, we have a way to get around it and probably not end up at the men’s bathhouse.” The pink one reached over to take Zoey’s hand. “Then once everything is fine and dandy, we’ll find that fuck and beat his teeth in until he takes us home.”
“Don't ever change Mira.” Rumi smiled from between her fingers.
Celine settled back down in her seat when the food was delivered to their table. She didn’t waste any time digging in so the others wouldn’t have to wait on her. She could see that Miyeong’s notes had grown to a second page, hints picked up from the conversation they had blatantly eavesdropped on. She had written down the demons’ names, ‘iridescent demon patterns’ was written beside Rumi’s name and she was writing down ‘American?’ beside Zoey’s.
“American?” Jiji asked, reading Miyeong’s notes upside down and their lyricist nodded.
“Her name, and if you listen closely, you can detect a faint accent in her Korean.” Miyeong tapped her ear with her pen. “Then, the way she rapped earlier, that’s the American style if I recall correctly.” She set her pen down and picked up her chopsticks. “Also, just listen to their conversation and try to convince me that they're Gwi-Ma’s demons.”
Jiji opened her mouth just to do that and Zoey suddenly squealed.
“Let me take a photo before we eat!” Zoey exclaimed, Celine, forever nosey, looked back over the edge of their booth just as Zoey pulled a green rectangle with rabbit ears from her pocket. She watched as Zoey moved it around like a camera and she could hear the snaps of a couple photos being taken. Celine knew she had never seen a digital camera like that before.
Miyeong's pen was already sprinting across the paper as she chewed on her food.
“That was quick thinking, you know?” Rumi spoke up while eating, they were clearing through their plates rather quickly. “Changing that line?”
“Well, ‘mirror mirror on my phone’ wouldn't hit the same way when cellphones here take photos that are like… sixteen pixels.”
Wait? That bunny camera was a cellphone?
“Oh! Let's take a selfie! It would be fun to put this on the wall when we get back!” The girls crowded closer as Zoey lifted up her weird bunny phone and then they all smiled before the shutter sound happened again.
“I think we should talk to them.” Jiji hissed. “This is embarrassing. We're Hunters! We shouldn't be afraid of these girls!”
Celine was about to say something but the Honmoon gave them a warning ripple. Demons, the soul sucking kind. Quickly they pulled out their wallets and dished out the cash with some extra to apologize for dining and dashing yet again.
They were fortunate that the family knew who they were and were respectful enough not to advertise that they were the Sunlight Sisters’ favorite place to eat. They were familiar enough with their antics to just disappear and never complained, sometimes they joked about it when the days were quiet enough. They shuffled out of the booth and saw that the Huntrix girls were gone, a pile of cash sitting on the table with an apology note.
The doodled turtle was kinda cute.