Magical Wednesday
Hello, everyone. I’m stilldreammaidenn and today's theme is magic. Fantasy settings and fandoms, magical creatures, witches and wizards and bubbly cauldrons are a go! Prompts can be anything and you may interpret the theme any way you want.
Just a few rules:No more than five prompts in a row ( Read more... )
Just a few rules:No more than five prompts in a row ( Read more... )
The young man nodded earnestly.
Moonsik sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He glanced over at Detective Shim, who was taking notes but looked skeptical.
Jangmi looked like he wasn’t sure if he should be skeptical or not.
Lieutenant Jeong looked serious. Moonsik was concerned that she looked serious.
“What’s the name of the flute?” she asked. “It’s not Manpashikjeok, is it?”
The boy shook his head. “No, it’s called Chenqing. It’s Chinese, not Korean.”
Moonsik said, “You’re not Chinese.”
The boy sighed. “Look, I’m ethnically Chinese, but my nationality is Thai, and - my roommates all are Chinese, all right? I speak Chinese.”
“You speak really good Korean,” Jangmi offered finally.
The boy smiled briefly. “Thank you.”
Finally Shim said, “So this flute can be used to raise the dead and turn them into zombies?”
“The more accurate term is fierce corpses,” the boy said. He’d insisted they call him Ten, as his real name was difficult to pronounce.
Moonsik peered over Jeong’s shoulder at her notes and - yeah. He couldn’t pronounce that.
“They don’t eat brains, and they can retain their personalities,” Ten said. “I need to get that flute back. Because someone used it to try to kill my roommates.”
“As in...someone tried to stab your roommates with the flute?” Jeong asked.
Ten stared at her.
Shim stared at her.
Ten said, “As in someone used the flute to raise a fierce corpse and it attacked our dorm and nearly killed my roommates.”
Jeong nodded. “Okay. So this flute - can it also cure illnesses? Repel enemies? Bring rain? Strengthen or calm the wind? Subside the ocean waters? Allow someone to traverse the space-time continuum or to parallel worlds?”
“Lieutenant!” Moonsik hissed.
Jangmi was taking notes.
Ten said, “Not that I’ve heard of. Although it could calm someone’s troubled spirit, I think? If the right tune was played. And it could maybe summon ghosts. But it all depends on the tune.”
“Is the flute ever personified by a boy or young man playing with a yo-yo with a red string?” Jeong pressed.
Ten said, “No.”
Moonsik broke in. “Thank you for your cooperation, Mister, ah, Lee Ten. We’ll call you if we have further questions or any news about your magic flute. Jangmi, show him to the door.”
Jangmi nodded and offered the boy a lollipop on the way out.
“This case belongs to Vice, because clearly these college kids are on drugs,” Shim said.
Moonsik turned to Jeong. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
She shrugged. “Just being thorough.”
Six hours later, Moonsik had emptied an entire magazine into a very fast, very intelligent, very sarcastic zombie, and the entirety of Violent Crimes Squad Three was scrambling to take it down, because bullets weren’t really working.
“It’s called a fierce corpse, sir!” Jangmi said, tossing him a new magazine.
“Somebody get Lee Ten on the phone right now!” Shim shouted.
Moonsik ducked behind a car. “Jeong! You weren’t surprised about magic flutes! What else do you know?”
“Wrong kind of magic flute, sir,” she said. “I’ve got nothing. Except maybe that rope over there might be useful. If he can’t move, he can’t fight. Cover me, sir.”
“When this case is over,” Moonsik said, “tell me everything you know about magic flutes.”
“Is that an order, sir?”
“You bet your ass it is.”
“Yes, sir. Cover fire, sir?”
Moonsik nodded. “Cover Jeong!”
There were shouts in the affirmative, and Moonsik took a firing position.
And then strange flute music filled the air.
Someone else started whistling, a counter-melody, a not-quite harmony.
The fierce corpse roared.
Jeong lunged for a coil of rope on the other side of the car.
Moonsik fired.
Ten hours later, sore, up to their ears in reports and complaints, Moonsik said to Jeong,
“So, magic flutes.”
Jeong said, “Let me tell you about my boyfriend first.”
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Love how Jeong takes the flute thing seriously, while everyone else is like...these kids are high. ::grins:: Thank you so much for the fill, friend!
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Jeong's boyfriend has a magic flute. She takes it seriously.
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