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@shieldedmage
Reviving a old blog that has been inactive for years. Indie Juumonji Katsuto of Mahouka series. themes of magic nobility, spells and barriers and high school. All that classic stuff. multi verse because press f to doubt theres actual other rp blogs of this series.
mun is 28
written by nugget
current verses- fate/ Jujutsu no Taisen
Verses
Mutuals are free to like starter calls or send in asks of anything!
mmm
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starter call---
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nya.
clan drama!?
...records everything.
"No, that's alright," Kaede said, his tone softening. "I think I'll walk."
Perhaps he'd been a bit too...tense, on edge, throughout the evening. Unfortunate, considering his recent attempts to be more approachable, friendly even. There were just some aspects of his history that seemed inconducive to this, lives he didn't want to be responsible for, an unwillingness to embarrass himself, and other such insecurities; Joint missions really stressed him out. He was adult enough to admit that - to himself.
Sheathing his katana, he made an attempt to dust the ash from his clothes, heaving a quiet sigh. He didn't want to be so cold or aloof, but it made things easier to deal with in an objective sense. Such as it was, he straightened once he was satisfied, offering a polite bow.
"Thank you for your assistance tonight," he rasped. "I'll have my report written by tomorrow morning."
He shook his head at himself and rolled his shoulders.
"Look, I'm sorry - I'm not used to working with other sorcerers. It's pretty rare this happens for me."
"Its fine. My conduct has been rather frustration as well." the constant missions, the constant presence of being alone for everytime he goes into the school. Being the only 3rd year left because some of them were stupid enough to lay hands on a elder...it was annoying. It was lonely, it was maddening depressing. His performance has dropped, his training increased.
"Perhaps..."
He takes a chance!
'We can practice talking with other people! We can go for ramen as well! or a sushi bar."
It seems like he's reaching and he kind of is, after all he can't talk with non jujutsu sorcerers, normal people would only hold him back. The kind of ingrained elitism that makes him loneliness by purpose.
Juumonji knows all your secrets but he's very polite about it.
A little annoying that the other sorcerer couldn't finish the job himself, but Kaede would wordlessly handle the rest anyway. He inhaled sharply, passing through the barrier in one easy instant, swinging his blade in tandem with every elegant pivot, sway, and twist of his body, cutting through the curse's bizarre anatomy like butter and employing his Execution to burn what was left. The satisfying crackle of accursed flesh sang in his ears, squealing and popping until naught but ash remained and the job was done. It was always like this, with or without a sorcerer like the Juumonji on the other side of the barrier.
He wondered if he would ever tire of it, the near constant death-dealing in the name of...well, what was he really doing this for? Money? To maintain the Shikabane clan's current reputation? He hardly knew, these days. But one thing was for sure, he couldn't stop it now. Do or die, sink or swim, and do it all again the next day until bones shattered and organs were shorn away. This was his lot in life. So he turned on his heel and slipped through the barrier once more, only glancing Juumonji's way to indicate the danger had passed with little issue.
"It's done," he rasped, confirming as much as he wiped his blade clean with the sleeve of his haori, forever tarnishing gradiant silk. "Call Ijichi-dono."
in truth, he could have done anything. Use a barrier to squish the curse, but he had read somewhere that inclusion was important for young sorcerers who needed , or he assumed, wanted to do something. It was a annoying thing for Juumonji, a habit of his to always accept whatever he reads as truth from books since they were less bias than whatever comes out of mouths.
"Thank you, I will."
And then he drops the veil, the remnants of the dozen other curses, their cursed blood splattering across the pavement finally disappearing.
It was a lot of curses.
"Do you need me to call a car?"
The Juumonji family were certainly rich enough to afford their own car. They were as rich as the Naobito clan and that said something, but alas they were responsible. the mirrors of that clan, so to speak.
One liner starter call.
starter call.
Juumonji does wear nice suits.
staring at you...
"Destroy that curse!"
Though the barrier was set in place, and he had successfully captured the curse. It was useless in that Juumonji had lacked the curse energy to do any more at the moment, hence relying on others to be more offensive. His curse technique of barriers trapping the curse in one corner.
@inun4ki
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panda where.
