Hop, Skip and a Jump Away

"Hop, Skip and a Jump Away" is a [SEASON NUMBER] thread written on [IRL DATE].
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Yun: Yun was barely awake when he flapped his hand around for his phone and then pushed the lid of his laptop open, squinting at the screen and fumbling to type in the number he had typed into one of hundreds of tiny notepads scattered across his desktop screen in a chaos of multiple shades of teal. He rolled back into bed, wiping at his eyes as the dial tone sounded once, then twice, then thrice. “Oh my god, please pick up,” he mumbled at the blurry ceiling.
Jin: Right before the call went to voicemail, it clicked and Jin’s voice crackled through the speaker, “Jin speaking.” Yun heard a couple of pops in the background and a shout, then silence.
Yun: He blinked in surprise. “Uh–oh–hey, Jin, sorry, it’s Yun. I–can you talk? You sound busy.”
Jin: “Oh no, yeah, it’s fine. All’s good, I just finished,” Jin adjusted the communicator in his ear, turning off all other channels. He leaned over the railing as he spoke, watching Akira holster her gun and step over something on the ground, “What’s up?”
Yun: “Right.” Yun sat up in bed, trying to remember where he’d left his glasses last night before bed. He started digging through his sheets, still half-asleep. “So, here’s the thing…it’s a lot to explain why and how, but…I get a lot of my…weird, supernatural information when I’m asleep. And I…man.” He rubbed his face and continued pulling his bed apart. “I think I met Milae last night.”
Jin: He raised his eyebrows in interest, “One sec.”
Jin pressed his communicator again to open a channel, “Hey Akkey. Cleaners are on their way, so I'mma dip. You good?” Akira waved a hand in the air in response as she pulled her hair out of its ponytail, knowing that he could see her. Other agents were already packing up around her. He stooped down, flinging his hardcase over his shoulder and returning to Yun’s call, “Okay, yeah. What do you mean you ‘met Milae’?”
Yun: “He’s a goat guy, right? I’ve never actually seen him but…” He pressed the back of his hand to his mouth, momentarily overcome with emotion again. “He looked just like me. If I was a goat, I mean. But he wasn’t supposed to be there. Right? That’s not an easy line to cross. The boundary between our world and his. I told him to get out of there before the Norns found out.” He finally extracted his glasses from the foot of his bed and used the sheet to rub them clean. “I don’t…I don’t know what it means. I just felt like I should call you. Maybe something to record. I dunno.”
Jin: “I’ve never seen him either, but he’s always described with a hood and a staff,” Jin said thoughtfully as he crossed the road to his motorbike, turning the machine on. His mind was racing excitedly, flicking through forum entries in his memory, “And that’s never happened before with any of the Milaes. I don’t think he even understands the existence of our universe, so yeah… that’s actually really weird.” This is gonna be a sick post.
He zipped through traffic, trailing behind him red lines of light, “What else did you guys talk about?”
Yun: “He said right before he got into my dream, he saw a wall? Or something? Made of light? And he walked through it, and ended up there.” He swung his bare feet out of bed and crossed the room to his dresser, looking for a clean shirt. He glanced up at the mirror on his door, eyeing his tattoos. “Said it did something to his seal. And then I told him to scoot so that we didn’t break something. Then he was gone.”
Jin: “His seal?” A horn blared beside him as he cut off a car, and he grinned annoyingly to himself, zooming through the city, “Hm, okay… I’ll take a look if anything happened in the Aidorin archives. You’re okay though, yeah? Any other updates?”
Yun: “Not really–but–hey, Jin, don’t breathe into the phone so loud? I can’t hear you very well. The motorcycle’s fine, but…” He made a noise of disgust, tucking the phone in between his ear and his shoulder as he shook out his chosen shirt. “Not heavy breathing like that.”
Jin: He raised a brow as he turned onto another street, “Huh? The fuck you talking about?”
Yun: “That noise? Ahh, it’s getting louder, one sec–”
On the new street Jin had turned onto, there was a sudden blare of horns as a car that had idled in the middle of the crossroads got t-boned by a truck that hit it’s brakes too late, and there was a sudden shaking rumble that shot through the pavement and made the power lines and street lights jitter. In his apartment, Yun gasped and gripped his dresser to regain his balance before sprinting to the bathroom, gripping the phone and ducking down into the bathtub. The entire building felt like it was shuddering. “Jin!?” he pleaded, eyes wide. He could escape if he needed to. His new friend couldn’t. “Are you okay!?”
Another pulse rocked the street, and the traffic lights sparked as they blew out and threw sparks over the pavement, and there was a sudden weird quiet as every engine on the street died. There was no electricity anywhere on the street, but Jin’s phone was still somehow on the line.
“Jin, holy–say something!!”
Jin: Yun heard nothing from the other end for a few more seconds. Then finally he heard a groan crackle through.
“What the…” Jin pushed himself off the ground, shaking his head to clear his vision. He looked up to survey the scene before him. The truck and the car had come barreling down the street, and he had swerved to avoid it, throwing him off his bike. The vehicle was now pinned under both machines, and he cursed under his breath. That was new, goddammit… For a weird mini earthquake-like event, the aftermath was dark and eerie and unnatural.
He carefully stood, noting the pain in his shoulder that would definitely leave a mark the next morning. He took off his helmet and started heading towards his bike, “I’m here, I’m fine.”
Yun: Yun clutched his heart, slipping down almost to flat on his back in the bathtub. “Þakka Nornir…that was the worst one yet.” He started to climb out of his tub and opened the bathroom door, dismayed at how much had fallen to the ground in the short amount of time the earthquake had taken place. His laptop had fallen on the ground, too, and he quickly scooped it up, heart thumping. It seemed to be in alright shape for falling so far, but the hinges were slightly bent, and he twisted his nose, setting down on the desk again but keeping a hand resting on it. “I’m gonna need to run that one over a few times and find out what started it. Are you sure you’re okay?”
Jin: “Yeah, just a little battered,” he crouched and peeped a look at motorcycle, “If you could save my bike that’d be sick…” he sighed, only half joking as he stood and glanced towards the truck and the car, scanning for its passengers. He was itching to get back home and peruse the forums.
Yun: “Oh, no…is it busted? I can try and save it in the other timelines…”
A  dirty, clawed human hand slapped its palm against the driver’s-side window of the truck, and then a second, curled into a fist, slammed against the window, shattering glass outward that tinkled against the asphalt like chimes. A woman lifted her head and leaned halfway out of the window, snatching Jin’s arm and dragging him closer. Her hair was incredibly long, unkempt and awry, and her face and neck were strapped with bloody bandages, hiding her throat and her eyes. The tattoo-like markings on her face twisted as she bared her sharp teeth and hissed at him, squeezing her hand almost impossibly tight around his wrist.
“Jin? Was that the bike!?”
Jin: His breathed hitched as he was pulled up, almost standing on the tips of his toes. His shoulder flared in pain as he struggled to pull himself away from the woman’s grip.
“The fuck–!” he grunted in effort, ignoring Yun’s panicked voice in his ear. He fumbled around with his free left hand towards his opposite hip, trying to reach for his hand gun as the woman dragged him nearer.
Juro’s feet left the ground, glass cutting skin as she dragged him up, before he finally managed to pull the gun out while cursing his dominant right handedness. He pointed it towards the woman, finger on the trigger, “Let go!”
Yun: She opened her jaws wider, baring her tongue at him and making a hoarse, wordless noise, and then her other hand came up and dug its claws into the side of his head. There was a jarring static shock that traveled from his earpiece through the rest of his body, and on the other end of the line, Yun suddenly yelped and gasped as a painful buzz radiated from the hand holding his phone through to his other arm, which seized up and dug into the keys of the laptop involuntarily. A bright glow passed over one of his inked sleeves, and then the other, and then it was gone.
The woman in front of Jin disappeared. The truck was empty.
“Ow! What the hell was…?” Yun flapped his free hand while setting the phone down on the desk and wrung out his hands to dispel the pain he still felt. “I think the lines in the apartments got fried. That hurt.”
Jin: It jolted him and he involuntarily pulled the trigger, but the bullet missed and embedded itself into the back of the seats as the woman disappeared. Jin fell to the ground heavily, glass crunching beneath him as he struggled to pull his buzzing communicator out. His head pounded as blood dripped down the side of his face, momentarily blinded and ears ringing, laying on his back as he struggled to stay conscious and get his bearings back. “The… fuck…”
Yun: “Okay, that’s it, you can’t keep making noises like that, my guy. One sec.” 
The line went dead, and after a moment, a set of footsteps approached behind Jin and then stopped. “What on earth…? Jin!”
Yun raced up to the man and dropped to his knees, wincing as the glass chunks pressed into his skin. Changing into street clothes before he jumped was a good call. “Hey, stay with me. Do you need me to call an ambulance? What happened??” He was officially completely freaked out by the situation. He’d checked two other identical timelines. Nothing like this had happened after the earthquake. He carefully inspected the cuts on the side of Jin’s face, his brow furrowed and serious, and he made a sympathetic grimace.
Jin: “M'fine…” he mumbled, struggling to sit up, “That truck hit the car, and then the earthquake, and I was checking it out for civilians and a crazy woman with bandages all over just fucking grabbed me…” He took off his glasses, blinking multiple times as he tried to clear his vision; it was bleary but slowly improving. His ears were still ringing
He glanced up towards the truck and his bike, and grimaced, “This is gonna be a mess to explain to the local PD…” He gingerly took out his phone, and with a struggling effort managed to ping his location to Akira.
“You okay? You kinda sounded freaked out over the phone…”
Yun: “Y-yeah…I…”
He knew he probably needed his inhaler, but he was shaking just a little too hard to trust his own hands. He bit his lip, looked up at Jin, and quickly threw his arms around his shoulders, squeezing him tight. But the smell of blood and burned rubber and gasoline quickly snapped him back to the present and he shuffled backwards, leaning back on his heels and holding his hands out to help Jin to his feet. “Maybe you and I shouldn’t be on the scene, then.”
Jin: Jin was admittedly taken aback by the sudden embrace, but he shook it off as he grabbed his hand. He stood alright for a moment, but stumbled as he still struggled to keep himself upright, "I have cleaners on the way, so we shouldn't have any traces left behind... but yeah, we should still get outta here." He glanced back towards the wreckage, squinting as he tried to see it clearly, "There's nothing--no one there. Right?"
Yun: Yun craned his neck as he stepped forward to give support to Jin’s arm, a little stunned at the empty seats in the vehicles. “Yeah. That’s...weird.” They were starting to be surrounded by bewildered people getting out of their vehicles and vainly attempting to start them, or even push them out of the way, for when the inevitable first responders would arrive at the scene of the accident. A tall woman nearby with messy brown-and-auburn hair, ripped jeans and a dangerous expression kicked at her car in fury, a sleek red thing that had its hood hastily covered in duct tape. A man stood next to her with short dark hair in a black leather jacket and a simple white t-shirt, leaning an elbow on the roof of their car, wearing a suspicious expression as he scanned the surrounding damage from the quake. He mentioned something to her, and she turned to look over her shoulder, surveying Jin and Yun briefly before turning back to him, smacking him on the shoulder.
Yun sucked in a breath upon sighting them. “Let’s go. Now.”
Jin: “Uh, okay…” he gripped Yun’s arm, following his line of sight. He could’ve sworn that the two were familiar, but he couldn’t be sure. He blinked again, the ringing in his ear finally subsiding. They were starting to attract attention, and he was sure Akira was on her way.