Posts by Tomomo

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    Mukuro, to put simply, is bored as hell as he looks over the list of jobs, he finds nothing that is hard enough for him to break a sweat or easy enough for him to do alone. Does he really need to go running around with a piece of cardboard saying "FREELANCER FOR HIRE" again? (the last time he did that, there were a lot of apples, children, and insanity. He resolved never to trust a young Pichu ever again.)
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    You don't remember anything at all from your past life--not until the Fated Day, the same day you and your companions sacrificed your lives to save your world. Not the world, but yours, because this world you find yourself in is loud and chaotic and confusing. There are cars and computers and trees are far and few in between and above all--you are alone.

    Of course, you know how to navigate it. You've been living here yourself for about two decades, after all, but now you have two conflicting sets of memories--one from this Earth, and one from the other, the one you originate from, or the Origin. At least you still have the same name, so that helps a bunch.

    But you've regained your memories for a reason, evidently, because monsters from the Origin are starting to show up, causing trouble, and you have to stop them--and you have a sinking feeling that your old nemesis is around here somewhere, wearing a new face.

    Then again, so are your old friends, and you've found them, even if in unexpected places.







    PLOTTING

    RP THREAD

    Self-Inflicted Achromatic


    Falling is more painful than you'd expected it to be. Adjusting to being a fallen angel in a world of humans is harder than you thought, and you've only been here for a few days when you meet the demon with the sly smile. You don't trust her at all--old habits die hard, after all--but you accept her deal: in exchange for keeping her company, she gives you what you need.


    if you want to rp with me please be:

    ♥ open to lgbtq+, races, disabilities, etc.

    ♥ active! one post a day at least, if that's okay? (i am usually most active from 3PM - 12AM PST!)

    ♥ semi-lit to advanced, please.

    ♥ okay with swearing bc i have a rly dirty mouth im sorry

    ♥ okay with non-graphic mentions of darker topics (specifically: suicidal thoughts/tendencies/actions, abuse, death/tragedy, or mental health issues) and potentially semi-graphic violence.

    ♥ okay with this remaining below M, and not going further than kissing.


    My character:

    just drop your character below and we can start.

    It's a nice day out, but unfortunately, Nocte, living up to her name, much prefers the nighttime. Nevertheless, she sits under the blazing sun (it's only 70 degrees, actually) and plays mindless games on her phone. Even if humans are ever so annoying at times, they're creative, and their technology is great.


    Then again, they can also be terribly cruel at times, too, she thinks forlornly when she fails at her game again. She may be an avid gamer, but she never claimed she's any good at it.

    [ they've been alive for at least a few centuries, but angels don't tend to spend much time on earth. ]


    Nocte chews her lip, frowning at her screen slightly. She's terrible at rhythm games, which is hilarious, since she's actually decent at singing. Brushing a lock of hair out of her face, Nocte sighs and closes the application, finding her own playlist of music before shutting her phone off.


    Standing up, she stretches slightly, casting a glance around. She's in a shopping center; she may as well go off and do some shopping, right? Nocte briefly checks her bag--okay, good, she has her money--and heads off.

    Spotting a young woman standing and staring at one of the televisions playing an ad for... is that Speedo? Nocte gives a small laugh as the stranger stares at it with some confusion before looking around. On a whim, Nocte approaches the young woman with a cheerful smile. "Hello!" she greets her, coming to a stop next to her.