Demon of God

“They say HE who has REJECTED his demons badgers us to death with his ANGELS —now let the demons R I S E ! " DGM-Based RP Indie Jiao Kumar Selective

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                   ☓ – ·                  “Yeah, something like that,” She could call him what she wanted; whatever words came from the mouth of something that festered the Brand didn’t bother him much. Here, at the eye of a busy market street, Guts’ options were limited, but he was always one to improvise. With his cloak as his cover, the struggler made sure she felt the cold bite of the iron fist digging into her back in a bid to usher her somewhere beyond public sight. 

   “This thing’s loaded, so you ought to turn around and move as I tell       you and maybe I won’t slaughter you in front of all these people.”

Real fucking specific. What, he expecting her to dig through over a decade’s worth of brawls and battles to try and remember his hyper-masculine ass — assuming he himself had even been present for whatever she’d done to cross him?

Well, whatever. If need be she could rip him limb from limb...

“Yeah, yeah,” Jiao snorts, only resuming her walk for the sake of the onlookers. To fill up the time she mentally checks off the proper weapons she has stashed on her person, though if they get away from the public eye there won’t be any need to hide her true capabilities.

“Well, whatever,” she sighs, keeping her hood up with one hand and scratching her inner ear with the other. “Got an actual destination in mind before you make your first move or am I just gonna have to try ‘n’ hear you take that wall of iron off your back?”

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DIVEBOMBS INTO JIAO'S LAP!! ❝ nEEE-CHAAAAAAN!! hi! ❞

“Xiǎo mèimei!” she cheers happily, pulling the small girl up and cuddling her close. “How long you been up?”

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Her, using her inability to get drunk to scam a bunch of idiots out of anything they dare to wager? Yes. The only cost to this easy money is the sharp tang from the alcohol on its way down.

“...Now, pay up!”

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@ex-mercenary

Being eyed for a reason she can guess is one thing, but this has been absolutely fucking ridiculous. She scowls and whips around to face him, features tight.

“Got a fucking problem, asshole? What, think I did shit to some of your buddies or some shit?”

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fxrtem:

✦ - He had to be somewhere and he had to be there yesterday. That was the whole reason of him rushing through the streets the way he was. People who were in hiss way were either accidentally bumped, or avoided with his surprisingly nimble feet. There was a crownsguard meeting, and since he was within their ranks for a good while now, he needed to get there so that he didn’t get a lecturing from his father; which was still going to be the case, since he was actually already late.

He didn’t mean for it to be this way. He didn’t mean to bump into the girl that hard, but with the force that it was given, it seemed differently. Before he could even open his mouth to apologise, the shield was grabbed and shook about like a ragdoll… by someone much smaller than him. What was going on here?

❝I was about to apologise until you grabbed me.❞ He said to the other, irritation upon his voice as he spoke. ❝What’s up with you anyway?! All I did was accidentally bump into you.❞

He had no idea who this girl was, or what he problem was, but my god she had an attitude. Well, Gladiolus believed so anyway. Even with her monstrous strength, Gladio was still standing his ground, talking to her as straight as he could. Now all he needed to do was get out of this situation so he could get to that meeting.

The young woman scoffs, pushing against the towering male rather than simply let him go without protest. “Yeah, sure, ya damned prick! Isn’t that what you all say?”

What even is up with her, anyway? Is it how his build reminds her of far too many cocky assholes to count? Is it because he, if only because of his sheer size, would be the one to gain proper respect through combat and the like? Hell, did she just wake up on the wrong side of her bed?

Maybe she had another damned nightmare when she slept; she doesn’t always remember them.

Though her lips are pulled into a sneer and she could go for a trip outside of the city to chop up some beasts, she has important shit to do rather than waste her breath on this cocky fuck. Jiao readjusts her priorities as best as she can, shoving her hands into her pockets.

“...Whatever, asshole. I’ve got a job to get to.”

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Berserk Starter Call

//Because I made a Berserk verse on here now that I’m all caught up with the manga. For the sake of convenience ‘n’ all that, the verse description/info will be below the cut!

Believed to have been from another land, she was born with a twin to a mother who had survived an Apostle's attack and fled to a different town. Despite their father's deeds they were loved by their mother, up until their home was raided and the children were taken into slavery. Though their monstrous forms and capabilities shielded them in some ways, it made them targets in others.

After years spent in the hands of countless owners, the demonic twins were purchased by Kushan. At that time, the two were given new names: Alma for one, and Jiao for her. The Kushan magic-users, curious as to their origins and abilities, put the twins and others believed to be like them through various gruesome experiments; inevitably, the majority of the Kushan's test subjects were killed. Some like Alma and Jiao, however, survived thanks to incredible healing rates.

Having watched many friends die and enduring relentless agony every day, within months Alma snapped. Surroundings and people alike were destroyed without mercy, up until Alma was finally killed by another test subject. Jiao survived Alma's butchering of her, and fled as soon as she was physically capable.

Only eleven and alone for the first time in her life, she survived primarily through thievery and deception. Sometimes she worked odd jobs or ran errands for others, but once she could she began picking up mercenary work.

In order to minimize the chance of being recognized she often presents herself as a male under the name Jun and typically hides her face with clothing regardless of her current appearance. Nonetheless she has still earned the name of "the Savage Raven" for herself, if only because of her shining dark hair and nightmarish use of her claws.

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backupexorcist:

     “i’m a year old, i can make these kinds of choices for myself.”

“AND I’M TWENTY AND I SAY YOU CAN’T! YOU’RE! NOT! GOING!”

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@backupexorcist

“WHO THE FUCK SAID YOU’RE GOING TO JAPAN—!?”

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"Shut up already, you Cross-wannabee."

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❝  I don’t wanna be Cross. No one wants to be Cross. I’m not even sure Cross wants t’ be Cross, he’s just sorta stuck with ‘imself otherwise he’d probably be not Cross if he could help it, but he can’t cuz he is himself. I’s probably why he drinks and whores so much, t’forget he’s Cross. I bet’cha he even roleplays as other guys in bed, like “darling, please, that’s so not sexy, don’t call me Cross, call me Larry!“  ❞

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//Tfw u could just... feel everyone losing interest in you?? Maybe it’s bc slow activity (and/or those bouts of notably high activity???) or smth but like... this last year or so I’ve actually made A GOOD AMOUNT of friends rather than just one or two but??

I feel like totally old news, lmao. Not in a good way (obviously); in the way that if I were to leave or smth it’d get an absent “so sad, too bad” from everyone rather than any real GENUINE, DEEP-SEATED sense of actually missing.

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//Who here, tho

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Victoria Efremova

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//1 & 2?

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//insert internal angst :)

[49scribes-a]

Second Survivor || doubleheartcd

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49scribes:

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A few stray coughs still escape the red-haired apprentice, patting his chest to kick up anything else that might still be trying to clunk around in his lungs after being so mercilessly brutalized by his very own mentor! Rude.

His eyebrow – the only visible one – rises up towards his hairline in an unimpressed show at her scathing words, actually doubting his ability to survive a skirmish. If he was so easily baited into a temper, he might actually be offended. Maybe he is just a little.

He thumbs at himself, wearing a self-confident smirk.

❝  Ye of little faith! It’ll take more ‘an that to kill me! I’ll have you know I’ve already seen fort–  ❞

Before he can even finish another syllable, his face is trying to dent the table, and losing. Thanks Bookman.

❝  –OOOOoooooooow.  ❞

“Loudmouthed fool,” Bookman mutters under his breath, disapproving, before turning sights to Jiao. “You won’t have to worry about us, miss Kumar. We are quite capable of taking care of ourselves, and should all else fail, I’m always here to keep this idiot in line.”

Rubbing his head, Lavi gave Bookman a sideways dirty look, rubbing his face but saying nothing to contradict the old man.

❝  Yeah, I’m a great survivalist,  ❞ he adds in at the tail of Bookman’s assurances, wincing faintly and gingerly probing around the outside of his nose. ❝  …really hurt, y’old coot.  ❞

“Sure,” Jiao sighs, single word dripping with sarcasm. “Isn’t that what they all say, up until they get offed? God, I bet Bookman watching your ass is the only reason you’ve lasted so long here...”

Already, she’s sick of Lavi — of both of them, really. In hindsight, Jiao’s sure Klaud would be just as irate for her doing this shit, but she likes her mentor. Hell, she even likes Klaud’s Innocence better than either of these two...

“Fool indeed,” Jiao huffs, briefly fixing her gaze on the old man. “I’ll hold you to that, Bookman. We need every Exorcist we can get, and I’m sure as hell not covering his ass for him.”

The redhead pipes up again and, begrudgingly, she looks back toward him. “I’ll believe it if I ever see it, dānyǎn. Just try and keep your ass alive.”