"Game Over."

This is a semi-selective RP (side)blog for Raekai Ikuto, an OC from The World Ends With You (Subarashiki Kono Sekai) --- Spoiler Heavy Probably (follows from def-march)

[def-march]

A little update for you guys, since ya’ll deserve it after literal months of radio silence and me only really being on twitter and discord since like, March, really.

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[hyperdrivehearts]

fallen-phxtxgrapher‌:

          Joel was honestly surprised he even found out about this place. Sure, he had overheard conversations, but he could barely understand what everyone around him was saying in the first place.

                     So the Canadian kinda just…stumbled upon this.

          Though, the first thing he noticed when walking through the doors wasn’t his surroundings, but the reaper lounging on one of the couches. The reaper that was looking at him.

          Something about whoever this was felt…off to say the least, it was unsettling. Even the way the reaper spoke, it put him on edge, even if he couldn’t understand what was said.         Though the way the reaper spoke gave off a pretty foreign vibe.

“…i…uh…um….”

“…’m sorry…i uh….i don’t really speak Japanese”

          His Japanese was still really rocky, struggling on the first few words before giving up and speaking in his native English.

“English?” Raekai blink, eyes uncannily wide as a Cheshire grin slowly spread itself across his face. The smile was too wide, and his eyes too excited, but hey, what could he say when it’s been a while since he’s spoken his preferred language?

The Officer decided to peel himself off of the couch; people weren’t as fun to look at when one was upside down (as much as he enjoyed the rush to his head.) He let his hands fall to his head, palms against the cool glass flooring. Some fish even rose up, bumping their noses against the glass in curiosity. Slowly and eerily, he pulls himself off the couch, but not in the way one would normally do.

Raekai pushes his feet into the air, bringing them back and around his head. First, he balances on the couch, and then effortlessly with his arms and hands, before letting his feet expertly drop to the ground once again with a thud, sending small fishes scattering. The rest of his body follows, a languid and smooth mass of muscle and power as the reaper straightens himself out upright.

What a freak.

Raekai’s grin only seems to grow as he peers down at Joel, eyes shining with menace (although, it wasn’t directed at the newbie, thankfully) and a certain kind of curiosity. Intimidating would have been the correct word to describe him, but not enough to fully capture his vibe. It was sinister, in all sense of the word, yet there seemed to be an underlying friendliness to his gestures. (perhaps it was because he couldn’t hear the city so far underground?)

Regardless of the reason, the Officer held out his hand/ It was gloved, but fingerless, some spirals of black and white twisting around lightly tanned fingers that ended in pointed nails, painted a deeply unsettling shade of red. “M’name’s Raekai. Raekai Ikuto,” he greeted, fully in English (although there was a struggle to enunciate his own last name properly.)

“Who’re ya, crawl’n around like some li’l bug?”

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fallen-phxtxgrapher‌:

“…uh dude…”

“…i’d ask why you know that but um….i don’t think i wanna know”

“Don’ worry, don’ worry. He isn’ alive to tell the tale anyways.”

“It’s a lo’ of s’atic t’lis’en to. All tha’ soul leak’n ou’ of a single wound... Music t’my ears...!”

[mundanemiseries]

“So um....purely hypothetical question I swear”

“But uh....what would happen if part of a reaper’s wing ever got cut off...?”

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fallen-phxtxgrapher‌:

“So um….purely hypothetical question I swear”

“But uh….what would happen if part of a reaper’s wing ever got cut off…?”

“Aye, now, tha’s a good ques’ion! All I know is tha’ if ya rip th’whole thin’ off, i’s like, ins’ant Erasure.”

[dynamopsychism]

brb gotta go darken my clothes and strike a violent pose

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its been a hot minute since i drew this dumpster fire but i doodled this up and im hella happy with it so I’ll probably finish it at a later date

what that tongue do

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Raekai adds packets of sugar to his ramen because its never sweet enough for him. Ken Doi just got so fed up with his behaviour, he just started making specialized sweet ramen for Raekai to eat. If Raekai wasn’t a regular at Ramen Don, he probably would have been banned from the restaurant for not respecting the ramen.

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Not many Reapers are missing their entry fee’s; its usually always the ones who joined before finishing their week, such as Raekai. Raekai’s own entry fee was his rationality and calmness. To ensure this, he had a handicap during the game: chronic migraines. When Raekai tried to think, to plan, they blasted through his mind like a ticking bomb that just went off, interrupting his thoughts.

He quickly adapted, but the headaches don’t stop of course. The pounding is directly tied to how loud the city is; if there’d a festival going on, it can almost be certain that Raekai locked himself in his room on the top floor of Pork City, shrieking in pain.

like any normal person, he just wants the pain to go away, to subside, and will distract himself as best as he possibly could. (Pain medication didn’t really work well with the missing entry fee, if anything, it make the throbbing worse.) With his body distracted by the thrill of Game Week, coding, bouncing around the city, it does of course lessen for the most part. (However, they can flare up.)

After Raekai had the sigil branded into him from the incident, there was a minor war in his head. The sigil often at times had a mine of its own; it never outright controlled Raekai, but definitely influenced him enough for him to rely on it after it became a permanent part of his body. As it had burned into the reaper, it mutated itself to form itself off of his Noise form.

 Every sigil was different, but all demanded sacrifice of some sort to satisfy it. All sigils were illegal, Taboo or just generally strong noise, or perhaps something else: it was sealed away for a reason.

To activate the sigil, it needed one thing: blood. Raekai’s solution to this was biting into his left hand as hard as he could, drawing blood and smearing it over the markings, and that generally would be enough– it was small afterall, and only summoned the arm of Noise, not the full body.

The sigil isn’t an infection, its a parasite. Unlike Taboo, the sigil doesn’t “spread’, or change by any large degree, it remains in the same place it always has been, however it shares a body with the person hosting it, stealing off their life force.

Sometimes Raekai swears he hears a voice from the sigil, inside his mind.

The migraines won’t allow him to hear it, though.

There is a battle in his head, but it is not between good and bad, but between two equally terrible things.

[insomniacxt]

Raekai can’t control his vibe easily. Unlike like 777 who has absolutely no problem adjusting his vibe, Raekai has tremendous difficulty, nd essentially only has three “levels” of a controlled vibe.

The first being when he’s in the RG, and essentially his lowest and starting point. The next being when he’s in the UG, wings hidden. The impact he feels everytime he moves to and from the RG to UG is akin to being hit by an F150 going at 60 kilometers an hour, which is why he prefers to stay in the UG (or if he goes to the RG, he plans to stay there a couple of days.)

The jump to his final “level” is a lot less harsher on his body, as it is only the release of his wings. (The only way his sigil affects his vibe is just generally amp up the volume, so to speak. It’s loud.) It releases every note of his vibe, as it un-cages the animosity of his vibe that is almost always repressed in some shape.

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tumblr just. wont let me search my own blog for all my headcanon posts so fucking rip, i guess.

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@sextilleon :|| these teeth are made to bite

“I don’ recall ya ever hav’n a pen’house up ‘ere in Pork Ci’y.” The taller Officer huffed to the other. He was going to go home for the night and tap away at a keyboard until sunrise, but he had to suppose that duty called sometimes. A smirk pulled at his lips, revealing a mouthful of teeth that was common amongst the undead of the UG.

“So wha’ is i’ tha’ ya need? Fake ID? 3D models? Need someone t’hack in’o a governmen’ websi’ and pos’ memes?” Raekai rested his chin on his hand, the smirk only seeming to grow. “I doubt ya’re here for some of my other...services.”

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raekai: *opens his mouth*

me, immediately: im so so so sorry

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@fallen-phxtxgrapher :|| trust no one

The officer never seemed to have a damn care in the world outside of Game Week (during Game Week however, as a different story, and one had better un before they ever found out.) Heavy platform boots were placed on top of the glass coffee table in the center, leading all the way back to a tall and muscular frame lounging on the nearby couch.

No one could say anything against his presence, he wasn’t really doing anything (which normally would be a cause for worry, but Raekai seemed at peace for once,) and besides, Dead God’s Pad was free reign for Reapers-- it was sort of like the break room from your work in purgatory, although there was no Game being held at the moment.

Of course, there was a Game not long ago, and it would have only been a matter of time before fresh meat heard of the pad and human curiosity got the better of them. Raekai felt the other before he saw him.

Chuckling darkly and pushing himself from the table to lay upside down across the back of the couch. White, poofy hair fell down, touching the floor beneath him and a mischievous fire burned in his eyes. There was something so deeply, unsettling inhuman about his vibe, that one could wonder if he was even a Reaper at all, if not a demon.

“Oho? Ya’re new, eh?”

If Joel was lucky, someone would have given him a warning about the Blood Cat and his antics.

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@the-composer

“Eh!” A loud voice called out, a long shadow standing at the doorway to Dead God’s Pad. As the being walked closer, it only seemed to grow in height. There was no question as to who it could be, the loud voice, thick with a heavy accent, and the massive silhouette really only belonged to one Officer..

And when Raekai waltzed into the light, strutting along as if he owned the place, it was only confirmed. He loved giving everyone a hard time, especially Megumi; the Officer would push and push buttons, enjoying the face that was steadily growing more and more irritated with every word, until he moved (or was pushed aside) by Raekai himself whenever he wanted to pop in.

“Go’ my paperwork for ya, Admin. I’ was a good Game Week, eh? No’ too many Players made i’ through my games.” Raekai smirked, handing the paperwork out to Joshua, gripping it with red manicured nails that were closer to claws.

“As usual, ‘M pre’ty sure I go’ th’ mos’ poin’s out’a everyone, righ’? Go’ t’ keep up my rep of have’n th’ mos’ poin’s.”

[buckykingofmemes]

‘your hair looks great!!’ thank you i havent brushed it in three days