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『 ┍━━━━━»•» @undcrtakiing // with Tengen, contd. «•«━━━━━┑ 』
『 ⚛ ∞ 』 ━ “.....” An acknowledgement from a human? Strange. But this Hashira had been intentionally led to him. This one.. was the sound hashira if he was remembering correctly. Strong but not too strong. He’d fit in with the other one. The Rengoku. He could at least remember that name--the name of a family that had been a minor thorn in his finger, nothing too big... but..
With a thought, the demon stood at his side.
This would hurt the other hashira. He was sure of it. “You see... I’m amassing a collection. Of Hashira. Strong humans.” His grin was particularly vindictive. “And you’re the one I’m after this time. Next time--well, who knows which one I’ll pick.”
He folded his arms over his chest.
Ah. That movement was painful today--another slather of lily balm would do the trick, though.
“I’m a clean eater. White and black... and red... always look good together. Especially when I’m wearing the blood of those that wish to kill me. Even you can acknowledge this, can’t you? Look at your own face--fuchsia eyes and white hair. Dark clothing. It’s truly the same difference.” He sniffed. “I hardly need to be taking fashion advice from a human that doesn’t even know what a good print is.” ━ 『 ∞ ⚛ 』
#undcrtakiing#❛promise me a place in your house of memories❜―「replies」#❛of one mind we unite to write a code❜―「rp」#❛watch how the moon sits in the sky on the dark night﹐shining with light from the sun❜―「main」
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@undcrtakiing said: "Sakura..what a pretty name. It reminds me of the very beautiful cherry blossom trees.."
“I mean, that is what I’m named after. The blossoms on the trees. Thank you though.”
What a weird person...
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@undcrtakiing:
"My my. Aren't you a hot headed one."
“Yeah? What of it??” He asked; eyebrows furrowing (per his hot-headedness). “Doesn’t have to be like that.” And yet, it happens. More often than not.
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@undcrtakiing continued from xXx
A small growl left his mouth, not at the man, but at how hard it was to rub blood off his hands. Eventually he managed to wipe most of it off from his blue fingers. “A man who actually shares my opinions.” He commented as his golden eyes shifted to the man.
Step by step, Akaza walked out of the river. His pants were bundled up higher up his thighs to avoid the water to touch them. “I would only eat a human if I was truly starving and had nothing else to eat. We are all animals and humans happen to have a lot of meat on them.” It was forbidden to eat humans, he knew that, but sometimes when he bites, some flesh comes off. So Why waste the meat when he can simply swallow it?
Bare feet pressed along the ground as he left wet foot prints behind. “From what I can tell, you’re not an ordinary human, or then you’re just messed up in the head.”
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@undcrtakiing asked: "Mm?" The British scarred man looked up at the vampire with a still smile. Hair covered his upper face. Hiding his eyes from view as he sat idly on that one bench along the park. So close to the cemetery to notice the loan figure approach. Merely walking by as the Undertaker smiled." A late night walk, mm?" He asked. Tilting his head as soon as the man got close enough.
It was a voice that broke him from his thoughts, emerging through the fog. At first, he can’t discern where it came from, until he turns his head to meet a peculiar stranger. He recognizes the attire- a mortician? Well, he is next to a graveyard.
“Yes. What of it?” he asks, pausing in his tracks. Usually encounters this late in the evening were never good; after all who else was out and about during the witching hours, aside from the supernatural?
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"I'm afraid I must be in the wrong building. My apologizes!"
"Not so fast. No one accidentally makes it all the way up to my office suite." In the blink of an eye, Rufus's gun is in his hand and leveled at the intruder. "Who are you and what are you here for?"
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@undcrtakiing continued from x
"Ah!" He said with a high pitched tone as he snapped his fingers. His long black fingernails clicking together to make a distinct noise before taking his place before him. He wasn't cocky. Or at all intimidating himself. Truthfully his vision was hazy. Not because of the hair that hid the upper part of his face. But because he was extreamly nearsighted. He could see. But noticing the other he could still make out his size and facial features just enough to share his own smile." King mm?"
"Kings self proclaimed or not aren't all that uncommon now a days now are they?" He asked." What makes you think you're king?" He asked as he tilted his head. Asking an honest question. Not intending to be rude or mocking of the larger man in front of him. He was of course whenever he walks into a pirate. Curious of the stories he had to tell. And since this one like many others was a self proclaimed king. He was curious as to what made him think he had that title in the bag.
Taking a gentle sit on a bench in front of him he kept his smile up. It barely flinched as he removed his dirty old top hat. Placing it next to him to admire the sun and the breeze. The wind pushing his hair aside just enough to share a glimpse of his emerald green eyes.
"Forgive me for my curiosity, your grace." He bobbed his head respectfully to show he was willing to treat him as such." I'm merely a curious lad when it comes to coming across pirates."
“Phrasing. I do not think I am a king. I am the king of Dressrossa. I own this kingdom.” If the other was not intending to be rude, he would be better to turn his tongue twice before speaking. The way he said that, it was like he implied that Doflamingo just gave himself the title without a reason.
He had come, he had conquered, and he established himself on Dressrossa, an island that was always under the Sun’s light, perfect for a man that held a title comparable to that of a fallen angel. The Heavenly Demon not only owned the kingdom, it had always been his from the start. The moment he’d decided to make it his, it belonged to him.
No wonder this kingdom fell to him in less than 24 hours and nobody managed to get rid of him for so many years.
The undertaker’s attitude was grating his nerves. He had no time to deal with peons who thought they could engage him in a battle of wits over whether or not he had true ownership of this place.
“Don’t you know curiosity kill the cat? Don’t do it again. I’m in a sour mood and though I’m a king, I have no qualms resorting to pirate methods to deal with you. Now, state your business. There must be a reason you’ve come to me. Your lack of manners and questioning of my authority aside, you could still prove entertaining. So do better.”
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[DANCE]
[ DANCE ] : our muses dance together in close quarters.
She didn't expect to be asked to dance with a stranger and yet she complied to his request. An odd guy was the first thing that came to her head then came in questions about his motive and his reasoning to dance with her. Especially in a small space.
"Should I ask why?"
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@undcrtakiing asked: "What are you doing with them? Their humans!" [[Demon Tengen]]
‘ - what is nezuko doing with them?!’ nezuko screamed right back as she was before her brother and the others who all were confused with how the tables had turn before them. this man who gave his life to protect was one of those they fought against. granted with her situation - she swore that any one who needs her protection will get it!
‘ doing what you easily gave up on!’ she was angry. fuming angry. how dare he speak to her in such a manner. did he not know how many of them he made cry! how many lives at lost because of this change! yet he dare point at her and ask why she was with them??
‘protecting them from the likes of - you.’
#undcrtakiing#🌸. answered ask#🌸. I LOVE THE ANGST PLS GIMMIE MORE#🌸. twist of events ; unknown verse!
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continued. @undcrtakiing .
Doflamingo had little respect for anyone, and he certainly didn’t have any to spare for the dead. He found dead people to be even more worthless than living ones, because in death, people couldn’t be USEFUL to him anymore, and thus losing what little value they had. He found himself growing annoyed with the stranger who kept speaking as if his words weren’t wasting Doflamingo’s time. He was by no means a ‘ humble undertaker ‘. Humble men never CALLED themselves ‘ humble ‘.
❝ I would. ❞ Doflamingo replied calmly, his smile staying on his face, but he was truly vexed. He hated it when people presumed to know his mind. It was one of the things that made Doflamingo so terrifying - the fact that one could never be certain of what he was going to do. He had a good mind to get rid of this annoying person. Certainly, the world would be a much better place without such stupidity walking around. ❝ The humble and the dead are both equally worthless. ❞ It was strange to Doflamingo to talk with someone who didn’t know who he was. Even children would know who he was. Not KNOWING who you stood before when facing him was as much a crime as anything. Who didn’t know the sky was blue? Who didn’t know the sea was salty?
#undcrtakiing#[ i don't rp in ask-format posts ]#[ so i moved the thread here. ]#[ also I'M SORRY doflamingo can be v difficult to work with! ]#ʰᵉᵃᵛᵉᶰˡʸ ᵈᵉᵐᵒᶰ ;; ic.#ᵉˡ ᶜᵒᶰᵠᵘᶤˢᵗᵃᵈᵒʳ ;; verse.#ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ;; queue.
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『 ┍━━━━━»•» @undcrtakiing // continued from here. «•«━━━━━┑ 』
『 ⚛ ∞ 』 ━ Muzan’s eyes flickered up and then down. It was quite similar to a rolling of his eyes, but not quite so obvious. This person seemed just as childish as the ones that he had run off... but perhaps there was more to him than what met the eye. With these types there always were. He, too, wore a good façade once he was around humans.
He watched the other pick up around the grave and place things back exactly as they were. He wouldn’t have bothered doing it, himself. The children would probably be back later.
Muzan didn’t really care for the dead... but he did respect graves. As bad as he was he’d never dug one up or desecrated one quite like those children had. And then--there was the killing intent. Muzan knew how to recognize it, as he’d seen it in himself and his demons.. but this was quite a bit stronger than what a regular human would have.
“Interesting,” he commented, “That someone else would have killing intent. You’re no regular human, are you?” He came right out and said it.
There was no one else around. Why would he bother dancing around the topic?━ 『 ∞ ⚛ 』
#undcrtakiing#❛promise me a place in your house of memories❜―「replies」#❛of one mind we unite to write a code❜―「rp」
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@undcrtakiing sent: "Tell me dear. Do you believe in the grim reaper..?"
“Hmm, well, I’ve seen demons, and I punched a supposit god... I suppose if those things exist, a grim reaper wouldn’t be out of the question. Why do you ask?”
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@undcrtakiing: "My my that sword is quite the weapon~"
❝ 𝖨𝗍 𝖺𝗂𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝖾, 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝖺' 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍. ❞ He’s been asked once, perhaps twice; even if the world came crashing down, or he is to remain broke, never would he part with his most faithful companion.
#undcrtakiing#& — 𝒊 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 ( v : future )#guts vc: can offer me a million and i'll still say no#lmao!#thanks for sending this in#was fun answering it
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@undcrtakiing asked: "You must be one of thoes demons that Rengoku had told me about. You might be able to satiate my need of a worthy battle. The only thing that won't die by my sword." [Dracule Mihawk]
Not any normal demon, Akaza was one of the strongest one’s. Was he the first demon the man met? If so, he was going to be sucked into quite the battle if he decided to challenge Upper Three. “You have a great fighting spirit, unlike the many weaklings that normally challenge me. Maybe you can satiate me in return.” Interest peeked in the Demon, his golden eyes gleamed in the darkness of the night.
“I’m Akaza.” He introduced himself with a grin on his lips. “What’s your name?” Worthy to know, he could tell before he even crossed fists with the man. The name the man mentioned earlier, made him wonder if he talked about the very same Rengoku he crossed paths with in the past. But so far it didn’t sound like the man came here for revenge.
So far Akaza looked relaxed, his posture full of confidence. He didn’t expect to find a man with such a strong presence, but he also wasn’t wearing a demon slayer corps uniform, which made it all the more strange. Not a Hashira, but a strong man, he can’t wait and see how it feels to collide his fist with the man’s blade.
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@undcrtakiing sent: Mihawk meets mihawk but who will be THE Strongest Swordsman-?//
That’s enough wine for one night.
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[Akainu from Mihawk]
"I'm afraid that you are making a grave mistake."
With hands in his pocket and cigar between his teeth, the admiral's gaze was focused on the sight of the sunset reflecting on the sea's water from his office's balcony. He just got out of one of the unpleasant meetings with the government and their allies.
Suggesting he was going to evacuate a whole island on the west, with force if he had to, just because many pirates take its cities as hideouts. Of course his idea was opposed by the government and their allies. He still warned them that it is what's going to happen if they don't come up with a better plan on how to deal with the issue.
He heard the door behind him opened and shut, the strong haki stopping him from sensing if it was Kizaru, Kuzan or someone else. But he doesn't turn to face him till the other starts to speak.
"You.." he frowned turning to face the other. The last person he'd expect to approach him was Mihawk. Despite him being a pirate that is allied with the government, the other probably knew that Akainu despised him to no end. Mainly for being a pirate and other reasons. They both have completely different styles of handling things and for a long time they both preferred not to talk or interact with each other for the sake of not destroying their surroundings perhaps.
"Sneaking into my office to tell me this..." At this point Akainu was tired of having everyone coming to tell him what he should and shouldn't do. "You heard me at meeting! If you have a better idea to deal with it be my guest." Akainu's words might sound calm but he was about to snap if he was provoked any further.
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