The one who takes Debts

Roleplay blog for Gyuutarou of the Kimetsu no Yaiba Series. Affiliated with Isola.

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I have been...absent for a little while. SIckness hit. I am back tho

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@infinimist​ Wanted a Starter

Well. That's the third pillar in a while he had met. To think that he would meet a good portion of the pillars AFTER he had died, hah, what a riot. But the man stares without as much as the hint of a smile. He stood surprisingly straight. The boy. He didn't remember much about him. But he could feel the energy of a pillar right away. The youngest one he had ever seen before. And he had seen quite a bit of them. After all, a good number of them were killed by either him or his sister. A moment later, as the unblinking eyes stared at the eyes of the teenager.

"Well...Ain't that awkward. Maan, do you all, just, randomly come out at night, to do shit, or am I just lucky to meet half the population of demon hunters in a few days?" There is a bit of humor to his voice. As far as he is aware, almost none of the encounters actually lead to any fights breaking out. Hilarious, but it seems like they could speak! What a funny thing to note! They usually died before they started seriously considering to speak with him before. A new perspective was needed all along! (and the lack of his powers. That also played into the decision to not attack.)

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kudarizuki‌:

he hadn’t expect to see the other child here as well, gyuutarou … he isn’t surprised to see the annoyance ( and possibly undoubted frustration ) on the  other’s face either. kokushibou merely passing by only to sense the presence of another upper moon. this place was odd in its powers to remove a person of a strength they’ve earned on their own, only to slowly work towards redeeming something that was naturally theirs? the thought baffled kokushibou at first, unsightly, belittling. 

❛   so you’ve finally arrived … gyuutarou …   ❜   he speaks in a sense of wonder, to say the least, kokushibou, at first, expected both daki and gyuutarou to arrive together. but that ended up not being the case in the end, but perhaps now she would find delight in this matter of events.    ❛   yes, i have … been here for quite some time … many of the other upper moons … wander this city as well …   ❜   he takes a step towards the other.    ❛   by the look on your face … you are confused …. aren’t you.   ❜

He takes a moment to think of his next response. Honestly, Gyuutarou was still quite baffled. That familiar voice of the Upper Moon One that he heard back in his world, however, managed to calm him down. Focus Gyuutarou. You need to focus. Focus and think. And learn as much as possible from the source that seems to be willing to disclose the information. Find your sister if she is here, then move on with the situation as it goes along. A sigh escapes his lips, as he scratches the back of his head, still with the wooden sickle in hand.

"Hm...you could say that. Maan, nice to know I ain't stuck in this dump with this toy alone, maan. Do ya know if...uh...That guy is here as well? That'd be kind of a mess...Can't imagine him being all too pleased 'bout his powers being stripped away." He laughs a little, shallow laughter. He was used to Muzan throwing his tantrums, but, at least, they have never been directed at Gyuutarou himself. A moment later, however, his frown deepens. Other Upper Moons.

"Is my sister...?" What? He didn't quite finish the sentence. Is she around, is she alright? Does she feel well? Every single question a worried sibling that was inseparable (quite literally) from her for the majority of their hundred and more years of life pushed into a single one. Oh, how worried he is. Not for himself. For her.

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 brackenprincess‌:

He was far too calm for his own good.

It was a given, out of the siblings, he was the more calm for the sake of the more emotional little sister. She yelled, screamed and cried without a care when possible. Perhaps, she held the brunt that Gyuutarou hid for her sake. Daki– no, Ume’s face immediately brightened upon the sight of her beloved brother in a whim. 

However, it lasts little. She does not waste anymore time in rushing next to him. Fists raised, she starts punching his chest in the most pathetic fashion. It was the tantrum of a mere child, upset at how much she missed him. 

“Don’t leave me alone again, you meanie…!!!” Her punches were awfully weak, she had no energy to pretend being angry at him. Ume was relieved, happiness filling her rotten heart to the core. Tears of joy streaming down her cheeks, unable to contain any more her bursting feelings. Burying her face on his chest, the demon clings onto him. He was real, she could feel him close and was scared of the possibility of letting go. In case this was an illusion, she’d break apart reality itself just to have him nearby. 

“I was so lonely and had no idea what to do anymore… I thought… I thought you abandoned me… like Muzan-sama… like mom… I’m sorry, onii-chan… I’m sorry, please don’t go…”

What a stupid joke. Did those who create the city really wanted this to happen this way? Did they want both sister and brother to experience the fear of being separated? The fear that they thought they would never feel because they were together even in their demise? How silly. How awful.

He could swear he feels his eyes getting hotter but no tears stream down his face, sharp teeth clenching, feeling the impacts of her fists on his chest, no pain, nothing other than just feeling them connect. A familiar feeling mixes with the raging storm of happiness and anger. Anger at himself, anger at the people of this city. No. He mustn't show that. Not right now. Not when they just met each other, finally. And then she cries. And the man has no other choice but to bring her into a tight hug, his hand slowly ruffling that perfect hair of hers as the other pulled her closer by the waist. 

Abandoned. He would never forgive anyone who abandons his dear sister. Not even himself. His head slowly lowers down, as he nuzzles his nose into the top of her own. That connection. Even without power, he could feel it. Stronger than ever.

"Don't say silly things Ume. I would never abandon you, remember? I tried. Back then. But you cling so hard, I couldn't do it even if I wanted to. I don't. I won't." His voice is stern, but she would know he does that just to hold in the storm within his soul. just not to break down just like she does so freely. But she could feel a slight tremble to his body, as he holds her close.

God, he was afraid he would not see her anymore.

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uchihacycs‌:

The shinobi’s expression fell slightly; still masked by darkness. “Nekomata..” As soon as he uttered that word, the cats looked up at him, as if they knew exactly what or who he was speaking of. “She’s been terrorizing this district. Taking people. I don’t know if she’s a demon or a spirit, but it doesn’t matter. I’m going to kill her.” He hadn’t spoken this boldly in a long time; but right now he was determined. There were people relying on him to fulfill this mission. 

He reached down and began to gently pet one of the smaller cats. “They say she appears after dense fog rises and her bell chimes. Whoever encounters her is never seen again.” He’d grown up hearing stories of spirits and demons from his family, but Sasuke had never been the superstitious type; even as a young child. All he cared about right now was taking down this ‘nekomata’ and ending her reign of terror over the people of this district.

Nekomata? He could swear he heard the name somewhere before. He would say that it was something related to mythology. What a funny thing. A subject of myth thinks about something as mythological. It's strange and yet, he doesn't seem to pay attention to the strangeness of the thought. He was focused on the man in front of her. Take people. It sounds like a demon. A demon that retained some semblance of her abilities. He didn't know anyone who had properties like that. And he knew all of them. Not one of theirs, then. Shame. He could ask her about how she got her powers back.

"Well, maan. Not like I can help too much...But I did came to feed the cats, So I guess I'll stay. Can't beat a demon with tha' thing, so I'll probably jus' stay outa yer way." He shook the wooden sickle he always carried around, showing the fact that he won't much of help during the battle. Can't really bludgeon someone with that. More of a toy, really. How annoying. He will stay for the show. If the Nekomata even shows up, really.

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@demoneating​ Wanted a Starter

The man slowly shifts his eyes to the side. Strange feeling. This particular boy got a very strange feeling about him. A Demon Hunter, he could see that..but he also reeked of demons. This scent was strong. Strong enough to, perhaps, mistake him for one. But Gyuutatou knew better. He always knew better than to assume things about someone he encountered. 

Why? The boy had scars. Fresh ones as well. At least from what he can tell. But not fresh enough to be considered acquired in this city. Demons do not have scars on them. They always revert back to their fully healed state. So the conclusion he draws...is inconclusive. A Human that smells like a demon. He couldn't help but observe him for a few more moments.

"You look interestin' maan. Tell me, are you a demon, or a human?" The words came out as the man suddenly approached the slightly shorter boy. The impressive height of the former Upper Moon six was heavily concealed by the terrible posture, as even if he was taller, he still looked at the other male in a slightly upward manner. He didn't come much closer. The eyes spotted the same wooden blade that he had found on the thunder boy and the Hashira of wind. Yup. Fresh face around here, then. 

"Just curious, man." He added, grin widening now.

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“Still here, huh...Guess that wasn’t a dream. Well. Let’s make the best of what we have, I suppose...” For Ume was a phrase left out of even his own words. He wasn’t going to just say that. 

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donneratem‌:

As much as he’s frightened of facing a powerful opponent from the past again all alone, there is one thing he knows for sure. He’d never put his friends into any kind of danger in any way. Never. Even if that means to actually confirm his own identity now after all. He can’t let that guy go around and look out for them as well. He values his own life, but he values his friends and loved ones even more. His answer comes promptly, and surprisingly firm now.

“No, they’re not. If you want to waste away your second chance with fighting, then— then I’m going to be your opponent.”

He is laughing now. Ah. This frightened bird has some balls, eh? A strained, hoarse laugh, filled with the hate he experienced, still. The emotion of watching his sister turn to dust with nothing to save them. Oh, he will remember that for a long long time. And this boy triggered the memories ever so strongly. The sharp teeth gritted together. He was resisting the urge to lunge at the boy. Just as he was before.

"You are angry, maan. Way too angry. I'd be pretty calm if someone I care about wasn't really here. Tsk Tsk. Emotions are tough, eh, man? Thanks for confirming it for me." Bluffing. He isn't sure if the other was truly angry because the people Gyuutarou was after were here...or did he just strike a nerve. But his own anger continued. With a tinge of laughter bubbling from within.

"Ah, the people of the city kinda made that a bit weird, eh? I'd totally try to bash your brains in, but that's not somethin' I can do that with." A wooden sickle in hand now. As he showed it. "Ya probably have something similar. Wanna spar thunder boy?" He is simply ridiculing him now.

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rinnosuke-morichika‌:

“Not one for talking to people, huh? I can relate to that on a spiritual level.” Rinnosuke muttered in agreement. “I’d much rather just be left to my own devices. But you know the optimistic types out there, they always want to be in your business.” 

He extended his hand in greeting, wanting to at least make a friend in this ward. 

“My name is Rinnosuke Morichika. And as you’ve probably sussed out based on your confused reaction, I am neither human nor inhuman. I am both. I am a Half-Youkai, born to a human father and a youkai mother.” 

"Well...I haven't encountered those...thank the heavens." Yet. he hasn't encountered those YET. He knew that there were all manners of people around here. And if there were so many slayers and demons from his world around, there was a chance that some of the more happy-go-lucky members of both his and not of his world are also here. And a sigh lets itself out of his own throat.

"Gyuutarou...just Gyuutarou. That's my name. Not sure why ya need it, maan." A handshake is accepted, with his own hand having a stronger grip than one would expect from a hand as thin as his. The words said by the other person were a bit more interesting and preferable than the talk about the happier kind of people within the city.

"A half-breed, eh? We don't have those, maan. Just. Either human or demon. 's Weird but ya know, not like we control that stuff." He lets out a very harsh chuckle. Hoarse in its nature, almost. He still had some remaining pain in the throat from his head being cut off.

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Well. Now that my big ass Promo is out of the way. 

Lemme start this. Please give this post a heart for a starter. Uncapped. Pretty permanent. Have fun! 

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“Smile, kids!”

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uchihacycs‌:

Perhaps Sasuke did look dangerous in this light; or lack thereof. Having his sharingan activated probably didn’t help either. Devil eyes, demon eyes made of crimson, a monster’s stare; this bloodline trait was infamous in his world, and outside of it people assumed Sasuke to be some kind of demon once he displayed the ability. 

As Gyuutarou posed his question; Sasuke reached into the sleeve of his shirt. What was he going to pull out? Another weapon? …Ah, no, nothing so dramatic. It was a small baggy that contained something…mysterious. The young shinobi then brought a index finger up to his mouth and lightly pressed it against his lips; signaling for Gyuutarou to remain quiet. “You’ll scare them.”

Out from the shadows of a nearby alleyway appeared a group of cats. They began to clamor around Sasuke’s feet, meowing as they did so. He reached into that mysterious baggy and pulled out pieces of boiled chicken, then knelt down to feed the kitties from his hand. Although this sentiment was kind, Sasuke had another reason for befriending these alley cats; and that reason is why he continued to keep his sharingan active. 

Eyes drift to the side where the animals came from. The surprise could be seen in the features of the demon. How strange. You wouldn't expect someone to come for the sake of feeding the cats armed with such a stare as he had. Eyes. Those eyes. Strange eyes. Dangerous eyes. The intuition of the one who dealt with the more dangerous folk as both humans and a demon was screaming that feeding cats wasn't something he was here to do. Not exclusively.

Strange. It didn't seem like the aggressiveness was directed at the demon himself. Despite that insignia on his back, he didn't seem to be a slayer. Well, regardless of that, Gyuutarou didn't intend to mess with anyone's business quite yet. patience is a virtue. But he can't help but admit a single thing. He was curious about what exactly the other man was there to do. Besides feeding the cats. To be fair, the Demon had a small bag of treats himself.

"Hm...what'cha lookin' for, man? Can't say...I can't see why ya lookin' all ready to rumble jus' for the sake of some cats." He wasn't very aware of just how many kinds of people were in the city. And besides, maybe he was just imagining things. He didn't really think about the possibility that the guy is here to, really, feed the cats. Scary eyes he has, then.

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@soryustyle​ Wanted a Starter

The top three was all here, then. That thought came to the elder sibling of the Upper Moon six when he finally witnessed another figure with a familiar pink hair approaching him. Honestly speaking, Gyuutarou had no idea what exactly did the other need from him.

Nor he really cares. It's been a while since any of the Upper Moons talked. It was surprising that he had managed to remember Kokushibou's name in the first place, whenever he had noticed the man that approached him back when he was just appearing within the city. Well...Not like too much time had passed since then...

"Akaza...was it? Maan, That kid from the train was more trouble than he's worth, eh?" He assumes that all the demons he had been seeing are all dead. Not that they disclosed it. But he certainly was. As was his sister. They died at the same time, after all.

"What'cha want, anyway. Ya seemed to come closer with some intent in you." He didn't really care that this man was ranked above him. He was the third. Gyuutarou was the sixth. Akaza was notorious for staying in the third spot for god knows how long, after all. Since Douma came along anyway.

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donneratem‌:

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No. Just No. Zenitsu still remembers the days in the red light district. They were awful. That entire fight— was awful. He still can’t believe they made it out alive. And now he’s running into this guy again. He’s really not in the mood for this. He needs to stop going out after the sun has gone down.

“… you’re mistaking me for someone else. I don’t know what you’re even talking about, because I’ve never seen you before in my entire life.”

This guy. This one. Oh, how he loathed understanding that this piece of shit became one of the reasons he was dead. If only he wasn't there to cut off Daki's head. They could have bounced back, could have saved themselves from this situation. An oversight. He remembered. His sister didn't kill the thunder pipsqueak and he came to bite them in the ass. Hand instinctively grips the handle of the wooden sickle. No. Not now. Patience. He won't be able to fight the other. But he is angry, that much is certain. Just not attacking.

"Don't. Bullshit. Me...maan. I am not really in the mood to do that. I just want to know. If you are here, are the other three as well? Just answer me. maaan."

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scrapgunner‌:

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               what did this guy want? he seems like he doesn’t want to talk to anyone, good. neither did roadhog. silently he sits himself down, going to look about at everything, and staring in silence, it’s a quiet day which isn’t normal for him, the air is a lot fresher, it’s doing wonders for his lungs, he keeps the mask on though. 

and there’s also no where else to sit, damn. with a shift and a huff, he sets himself down next to the other man on the bench, small package in hand as he looks over, wonder where the fuck this guys from.

‘ hey. ’

that was his only greeting.

"Hey."

Honestly, he didn't quite know why he even replied. Out of all the days and nights within this place, he wasn't still sure what exactly he needed to do here. Find work? Was there even any reason to do so? Try to find some people to bond with? That's just stupid. Or was it?

He never liked to do that in the first place and yet here he is, seemingly with several people he knows throughout the city, but he still couldn't quite call them actual, legitimate bonds that he formed. And so he was in a bit of a pickle. Boredom appeared soon after the peace has set it.

"Quiet place, eh? Maan, it's good but..kinda borin'." He wasn't sure why he continued speaking either. perhaps the giant was appealing to his mind? Perhaps he was just bored out of his mind. Well. The time will tell.

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harimenuis‌:

“On a scale of 1 to 10—with 1 being ‘super cute’, and 10 being ‘the cutest thing in the universe’—how cute am I~?”

“Maaan, If there was a scale like that, you’d be minus 900. It’s the leven that responds to - god stop being so creepy.” 

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