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@ragingfangs-blog
Hiatus until I get my life gets sorted out. Anyone that's interacted with this newbie has been great and I value you, but I need to work on some non-rp stuff.
This is my post on another blog. I just need a break to sort of some real life stuff.
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Genya ↠ Nemi ( @galebreath)
“ Shut up and stop complaining already. “ —– May hap the other was a tad too young but he had remembered the times they would go out and retrieve their own pumpkin. That what made it special even though its been YEARS since the last time. A huff as he steered and navigated through traffic, even though it was painfully quiet. “ The stores are over-priced and shitty anyway. “
@ragingfangs askedc ❝ do we really need to go to a pumpkin patch? can’t we just buy one at the store? ❞ ( autumn / halloween )
“Fine, whatever.” It was hard not to complain. Pumpkin patches where usually filled with the things he couldn’t care less about, bugs and people. If it had been anyone else that asked to go they would have brushed them off. Although it had been years since his brother offer to pick him up to go do something. Despite being ecstatic earlier when he had called him out, the ride over had left an awkward tension in the air.
“So are you gonna crave a dog into yours...since you know...you love dogs.”
Genya ↠ Hisakawa Toshiro (@yeonban)
Sometimes he wonder if the effort was worth it. The amount of time he put into cooking his breakfast compared to just getting the inns keeper to make it for him was tedious. However, she just couldn’t make it the way he wanted, and she always added something sweet into the mix. He had always been particular about his meals, even refusing to do so if it wasn’t to his liking.
After taking his first bit he noticed the blond haired man pop his head into the door way. “This isn’t the dining hall, go away.” he muffled the words while chewing.
PSA: IF WE’RE IN A MUTUAL AND YOU WANT TO THROW A STARTER AT ME BECAUSE YOUR MUSE WANTS MINE OR YOU JUST WANT TO ROLEPLAY IN GENERAL —- JUST DO IT. I PROMISE, I’LL SCREAM WITH HAPPINESS IF YOU DO. YOU’RE NOT BOTHERING ME ; I WANT TO ROLEPLAY WITH ALL OF THE PEOPLE I FOLLOW. OKAY, YOU’RE ALL WONDERFUL. PCE.
I have been blessed! They have given me a cute smiling Genya icon. Who every can make me use it first, in an rp setting, will have my eternal love and gratitude.
Yes this is a competition. One galebreath could easily win by simply hugging his brother. Unlikely, but one day i’ll rp Genya so good i’ll deserve it.
I have been blessed! They have given me a cute smiling Genya icon. Who every can make me use it first, in an rp setting, will have my eternal love and gratitude.
Genya ↠ Kurookami Tazz( @bexstpillxr)
Her brow twitched at his harshness, an unamused look coming to her face. Oh, great. Looks like she’d be bunking with an irritating little twerp. She rolled her eye at his callous attitude, taking another sip of her sake as she watched the elderly woman shuffle away. She lifted her brow and returned her attention to him, her eye narrowed, “I’ve only had two cups. Don’t be a baby about it.”
She huffed as she emptied her saucer before setting it aside, taking hold of the bottle next to her before she stood. At her full height, she was only an inch shorter than him and the way she held herself implied that she wasn’t someone to screw with. Various scars were visible on her skin that was exposed from her slightly open yukata as she leveled him with a stern look, “You really don’t have a lick of politeness, do ya? Must’ve been so much fun for the others to join you at the Final Selection.” She turned and set her drink and saucer aside before going over to the two futons in the middle of the room, taking the one on the left before moving it away from the other a bit.
He eyes her saucer, the only other person he knew that drank was he’s father. That loser had always drank from the bottle so Genya had no idea how much sake it would take to get drunk. At the mention of the final section he lowers his head. That time had been a rude awakening for him, learning about his ability in the worst possible way. As he remembered the details of that time he could feel his eyes gloss over and his heart start to pound. Although it was his ticket to gaining power, including being recognized by Himejima, he was disgusted by it. He took a few deep breaths before raising his head back up and snapping, “Yeah I got a sparking personality. People love me. Made a bunch of friends.”
He huffed while watching her move the futon away from the other. Walking over to the one on the right he pulled it across the floor. Making sure to have moved it a greater distance than she had with hers. Taking a seat on top of it he stared the women up and down. He reflexively started tracing a thumb across the scar on his face. She had all kinds of scars herself, he shot his glance away before too closely examining the ones hidden behind her yukata. Whoever she was she had dealt with her fair share of demons. Not that he would have said so, but he began to regret picking a attitude with her. He had no idea how she would react if she heard her ‘roommate’ ate demons. It was supposed to be a secret. “So what are you, some sort’a retired Kinoe?” He asks before glancing at the saucer and bottle she set to the side. “What’s it taste like?”
extending her hand & placin it gently on top the others head with a soft smile. ' thank you for saving me. '
What was she thanking him for? If she hadn’t shown up in the first place he would have been mince meat. It was thanks to her own strength that he was given given a chance to repay her. He wiped at the left over blood on his mouth. Even after consuming part of the demon he still wasn’t strong enough to handle it own his own. In that moment he felt so powerless and weak, perhaps those feelings where why he didn’t mind her hand against his hair. One top of that he could still feel it active, the demons power ruining through his veins. Which meant his appearance hadn’t reverted back. Yet she still smiled at him, was still kind to him.
“Don’t mention it…and you too. Thanks.”
Genya ↠ Kurookami Tazz( @bexstpillxr)
As she had been resting at the Wisteria house, fully relaxed in a yukata and lounging between the opened doors of her room as she held a saucer of sake in her hand, a scent reached Tazz’s nose and she hummed. She could smell a bit of blood and a hint of a demon’s scent, but not enough to signal that there was an actual demon near. A demon surely wouldn’t have been able to make it past the wisteria barrier anyhow, so there must’ve been a slayer that arrived after having recently fought one.
She leaned out from her room with a mildly curious expression as she smelled the scent getting stronger, indicating that the person was coming closer. She blinked when she saw the elderly hostess round the corner with a young man right behind her. Well, he certainly looked harsh with the glare he had on his face as well as his wild black mohawk. She hummed again as she watched, sipping her sake as she rested her head in her other hand. When they got a bit closer, Tazz tilted her head, “Haven’t seen you around before. You aren’t new, are ya?”
The old women had been moving so damn slow. He had the urge to just rush past her and go there himself. They had always stuff him in the same room, so he knew where it was. What stopped him from doing so was the presence of a women coming out of the door to his room. With a sigh he did his best to keep a cool head. He wasn’t picky after all, it didn’t matter what room they put him in. It didn’t have to be the usual one. This didn’t bother him...
Her question came as the old women had started leading them passed the room. “No. Buzz off.” He lied shrugging off the strangers question. He had no intention of interacting with so random drunk hag. The place must have had more guest than usual today, so the quicker he got to his new room the better. He grunted as he attempted to continue to follow the old hostess, but she had stopped moving. Instead she smiled while meekly gesturing to the open door the other women stood in front, “You have to keep joking...” the old women guested to the room again before walking away. “Fine damn it...yes i’m new.” He said glaring at the one eyed women. “You reek of sake...you gonna move?”
Genya ↠ Yuuto ( @shuoshuzhe)
He hated coming to the wisteria house. It seemed rather pointless to him, he could regenerate his wounds after all. It was Himejima that insisted that he go after ever mission. His abilities seemed to worry many, unsure what long term effects they would have on his body. Genya didn’t care though, if it meant one day reaching his goal he’d sacrifice everything.
“Yuuto! There you are!” He shouts as the boy enters the room. “What the hell man!? It tastes like dirt and grass!” Jolting his hand forward he presents the cup to him.
“What do you mean...I have to talk to people?”
Like this for a starter! It will mostly be a short one. So I can get use to writing as Genya.
bexstpillxr:
//If anyone, literally anyone, sticks their hand out towards Tazz in a certain way, she will rest her chin on it and yes she still does it even as a demon
“Well…come on then.”
bexstpillxr:
//If anyone, literally anyone, sticks their hand out towards Tazz in a certain way, she will rest her chin on it and yes she still does it even as a demon
“Well...come on then.”
Genya ↠ Kurookami Tazz ( @bexstpillxr)
She gives a hum when the boy came out of hiding, examining him as he aims at her, “A gun? You’re the first slayer I’ve heard of that uses a gun…” She tilts her head curiously, her eyes narrowing a bit as she mumbles to herself, “Looks like more interesting people joined the Corps…”
She blinks at his questioning, her lips pursing as she looks down at her uniform, “I should probably get rid of this, huh..? But.. it has too much sentimental value to me..” She reaches a hand up to fiddle with the collar of her shirt, a bit of a melancholic expression coming to her face, “I… I didn’t want this..”
She sighs and closes her eyes for a moment, “It happened by complete accident when I had been saving a family…” She opens her eyes again and looks at the slayer once more with her arms spread in a ‘what can you do?’ gesture, “I just wasn’t strong-willed enough to resist the hunger. It’s very convincing…” She shrugs a shoulder and reaches a hand up to lick the blood off if her fingers with her long tongue, “Once I started, I couldn’t stop.. A damn shame for a Pillar of all slayers to become what we’re supposed to kill, right?”
She snickers at his rebuttal at her ‘little’ comment, smiling a bit as her head tilts once more, “That ruffled your feathers, did it?” She slides her gaze from his face to his gun, her lips pressing into a thin line. Would he be able to kill her? As much as she liked the whole regenerating part, it was a pain trying to find enough humans to satisfy her hunger. After a moment, she opens her arms in invitation, a somber smile on her face, “Come on, pup. Show me what you can do…”
His hand began to shake forgetting to counterbalance the weight of the gun. Instead he drew his focus elsewhere. Tranced he watch watched as her tongue made contact with the blood on her hand. The memory of its taste filled his mouth, his lips trembling in anticipation of their turn. Pupils danced around as he continued to watch that hand sway about here and there as she spoke.
Blinking vigorously he breaks the hungers hold on him, regaining his focus. With a roll of the shoulder that held his weapon he reaffirms his target. Earlier he had been wrong, she was something more complete than he was. He began to grand his teeth. Their similarities still pissed him off though and what was this pillar crap? “Pillar my ass!” he made an annoying clicking sound with his mouth. “What kind’a damn pillar just gives up.” To him it didn’t matter if he became a full blooded demon or never learned a single breath, he’d claw his way into being a pillar. Seeing one, if she wasn’t lying, like this just ticked him off to no end.
Inside he could feel it turning about, the thing that made him abnormal. The more she spoke the more it made his blood race, and her taunting wasn’t helping him fight against it. His upper lip started twitching as fangs began to grow and sharpen. The vessels in his eyes felt like they would burst at any moment, but he let it take over. They flooded with a darkness just like the women's’ before him, and he bellowed “Shut the hell up!” he roared as his finger pressed down on the trigger. With a thunderous crack it released a number of small pellets. In an instant they collided with her arm, the same one he was so fixated with earlier.
“Being a Pillar, sentimental outfits, protecting people! If you can remember all that, than wake the hell up!” His breathing became heavy. Being quick to rage was normal to him, but this time felt different. His chest felt heavier than usual and as if trying to swat these feeling way he whipped his gun to his side. “You’re not allowed to end up like this...” It was foolish to take his eyes off her. Perhaps even life threatening to do so, but he couldn’t help but advert his eyes away from her sight. “We...can’t end up like this.” He whispered, letting he shoulders unintentional slouch.
frost blue, tea orange, raspberry, and baby blossoms
frost blue: does your muse enjoy the snow and cold? or are they the type to enjoy summer more?
He despises winter! It doesn’t matter how many blankets he gets, he can’t ever seem it get warm enough to fall asleep peacefully. Don’t even get him started when it comes to traveling in the snow! Summer? He despises summer! Everything too hot and he hates how much it makes him sweat. Not to mention all the damn bugs around!
tea orange: what is something that your muse is fascinated with?
Even before training with Himejima, Genya has always been interested in the study of religion. After everything that has happened, he doesn’t exactly believe it, but he is overly fascinated with the history and stories that coincide with religion. His even gone as far to memorize some of his favorite sutra and stories by heart.
raspberry: what food and/or drink can your muse not get enough of? do they indulge in it often, or is it something reserved for special occasions?
His not too picky, he’ll eat just about anything if he gets hungry enough. Although if he had given a choice most of his meals would resemble breakfast. If he has to cook for himself it is usually some type of combination of meats, rice. and eggs. He’s not too crazy about sweet things, so if he did have pancakes they would probably be plain. Although his very good at making matcha and ohagi, because that had always been something his siblings always bothered him to make. (He did most of the cooking at home while his mother worked.)
baby blossoms: does your muse have a favorite scent? what is it, and why?
He wouldn’t say it and avoids thinking about it, but it’s slowly become blood thanks to all the demon eating his been doing. Other than that he enjoys earthy/natural smells. The kind you can’t really put into words, but have to experience.
Genya ↠ Kurookami Tazz ( @bexstpillxr)
@ragingfangs | liked for a demon verse starter!
There was the sound of crunching and chewing echoing in the still night air, the sound coming from a female form hunched over a male. The woman was none other than a demon and the man, her prey. She feasted on him before a scent reached her sensitive nose. She wasn’t alone.
She stood up and looked around, her orange eyes giving a slight glow in the dark as she searched for the source of the strange scent. She could only assume it was a slayer come to end her. She disliked fighting slayers since she had been a Pillar before she was turned, the Beast Pillar to be specific.
Her eyes searched the area before finally finding them, her slit pupils along with her black sclera and the markings on her bloody face making for an unnerving expression, “I know you’re there, little slayer…”
A muffled curse came from behind the tree. He had hoped to have finished this in a single shot while the demon was distracted. While stepping out into the open he raised his sawed-off up and kept it trained on her. With a few steps he moved forward before stopping. Making sure to keep a generous distance between the two.
He was no stranger to the scene before him, but it never failed to send a chill down his spine. Gritting his teeth and tightening his grip on the gun, he did his best to mask the fear inside. Instead he would do what he always did to combat his nerves, he’d get angry. An easy enough goal as he viewed the carnage behind her. The heavy metallic smell overwhelmed his senses. A rage quickly built up inside him, but not because of some righteous furry for the slain man. No, what angered him was how pleasant he thought it smelled.
Narrowing his eyes he began to focus more intently on his target. It was only then that he noticed her outfit. Their was not mistake the uniform, but those eyes. A demon slayer that became a demon. The anger dissipated as he took her form in. Is she like me? If I continue to devour demons...will I stay a demon one day? As his thoughts clouded his mind he lowered his weapon for a moment. Panic swept throughout him as he pondered the idea of one day become just like her.
“Why!? Why did you eat him! Aren't we suppose to protect them!” He shouts, raising his weapon up again while speaking sharply. “And don’t call me little damn it!”
