(Ok I finally finished reading through Sukuna's wiki page and about cursed energy and stuff, and I think I'm ready to start the roleplay. Hopefully I portray Sukuna's character right š
Also I'm gonna be using true form Sukuna so he's not in the body of a minor. Plus he's hotter in that form heh heh š Muzan is about to get those malevolent backshots)
(Also I can't wait to see Muzan's reaction to Sukuna. I mean, just the aura of his cursed energy is terrifying to people who can sense/see it.)
"Huh?" Sukuna blinked in surprise when he noticed the area around him had changed. He had just reawakened his true form and was facing off against Yuji and his allies when an unknown portal of cursed energy opened up beneath his feet. And now, he found himself alone on some mountain, completely surrounded by nature, when he had previously been standing in a destructive battle field.
'Well this is certainly new...' he couldn't help but think to himself.
While part of him didn't mind getting away from that brat, he had been enjoying the thrill of the battle with his allies and had hoped to crush him. But now he couldn't do that.
Not to mention Uraume was no longer with him.
He wondered just where he was and if he was even in the same time period anymore. He also wondered if he was even in the same dimension.
But then, he realized that now he was alone, no one could stop him from doing what he wanted. Not even those pesky sorcerers and his bratty nephew. He could roam freely. He could kill, torture, and fight whoever he wanted!
And maybe he could even find new worthy opponents.
A manic grin spread across his face as evil, disastrous plans ran through his head.
(I ended up going with a portal of cursed energy opening up beneath him because I couldn't think of any way to add a character that could transport him during the time he regained his true form since he was in the middle of a battle.)
Muzan was in the area for unrelated reasons, most likely donning some disguise or another and masquerading as a petty human in his latest attempt at tracking down that cursed flower he had been seeking for a millennium.
When he suddenly sensed a strange burst of power nearby, something otherworldly and powerful, his attention was caught, the demon king making his way towards the site in order to satiate his own avid curiosity. New things had always fascinated him, though he was not prepared for the sight he came upon.
He found himself in the middle of a dark forest, only a mile or two away from the city he had been bushing himself in. Standing somewhat far back from the strange, borderline gargantuan, pink-haired, and very non-human man, Muzan stared unabashedly, half deeply confused, and half highly intrigued. If he hadnāt known better, he would have guessed this was a demon, but he knew easily that this was not a being he had created. He would have sensed his blood running through the manās cells instantly.
The raven-haired male cocked his head, finally speaking after studying the other for a short while.
āWho are you?ā he asked slowly, his voice monotone and deep as always, showing no sign of confusion or wariness. āOr, better yetā¦ what are you?ā
