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          † ›› Arms crossed as eyebrows rose to the nonchalance of the question asked. On most days, he wouldn’t think twice about it; however, he had always come to expect surprises or sorts on this particular day. ❝Do I...- che, is this a trick question? ❞

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   〢▸ ❝Kanda, there you are! I was wondering… Did you make any specific plans for today?❞

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          †›› Blue eyes squinted, attempting to view more than just a figure in the fog. He could assume from the stranger’s exclamation that he might have attacked an innocent person. The glow of the creatures that were expelled from his weapon only further proved his hypothesis as a faint light shone on a startled female. 

          Perhaps it should have evoked a more apologetic response, but he offered a look of confusion before dispelling the insects. A sorry should have been in order, but the word wasn’t natural for the swordsman to say. Apologizing had never been his strong suit. 

          Besides, maybe she wasn’t entirely free of guilt. It did appear as if she was following him, after all.

          He withdrew his sword, placing it to his side- ready to get straight to the point. ❝Why the hell were you following me?❞

hazy.

Nightmares had forced the mage to wake to soon. Her apartment was stifling, simply a constant reminder of what she had left behind. Sector 6 had always been Mirajane’s favourite, certainly over her own placement in 2. 

The fog did not deter her, though had slowed her progress between the two sectors due to the remaining rubble from the earthquakes that had shattered the city some weeks before. 

In the early morning, very many people were out, experience told the mage this. Normally it was drunkards, those returning from or going to work or those who, like herself, who simply couldn’t bare to be inside any more

The last thing she expected was to be ambushed by glowing bugs that looked like they could be the pets of her Satan Soul. 

“Kyaahh!”

Bugs were the one thing Mirajane has a true aversion to - even when they didn’t look like they had just crawled straight out of hell.

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@savarnani

          † ›› The hot springs were, surprisingly, less chaotic than the other locations available within the festival’s ring. Naturally, he carried an appearance of apathy; occasionally, irritated features would make themselves known upon observing nearly any being who came within a close distance to him. Countenance didn’t differ from his usual one, however, rosy cheeks were a contradictory embellishment to a look of stoicism. 

           Perhaps due to an abundance of life experience, other than his life in the order, he remained unaware of the effects that alcohol possessed upon immersing oneself in a hot spring. After all, his regeneration had always worked in his favor in this aspect. The exorcist, naturally, had partaken in a “few” drinks upon placing himself in such an environment. Quite frankly, it didn’t make him anymore pleasant. Therefore, the effects that t he springs had on him were far from soothing. 

           A short-lived experience, he lifted himself up from the springs. Clearly, due to a sour disposition, it was time to leave- 

          Right after lying down for a bit.

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Harassing Kanda 2k16

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         (AGAINST MY BETTER JUDGMENT, I am going to gently slide an rp ad on the table for one liners or minis even though I can’t stand Kanda Yuu. I’ll cap this at 3 likes and cute castmates are exempt ofc! )

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           †›› Blushing wasn’t so uncharacteristic of the shaman, yet the surprise that she displayed was different from the one that he expected to encounter. The fact that she seemed startled at the fact that his words were directed to her was slightly peculiar. ❝Che, who else would I be talking to?❞  

           He would shrug it off for now.

           Observing timid, subtle actions, brows raised ever so slightly. There was something apologetic about her words, yet she refrained from offering any unnecessary apologies. Ever so briefly, nostalgia was triggered as he remembered a time where apologies were rather abundant. He recognized that she would settle with watching others dance, but never would she inconvenience another by pursuing her own, small desires. 

           He recognized the small compromise she had made- refraining from apologizing to him. While the male was growing accustomed to making compromises of his own, his personality made it rather difficult to do so naturally or with ease. 

           After some hesitance- after a brief silence, he placed  his digits around her own while lacking any eye contact whatsoever. ❝You’re making it painfully obvious that you want to dance.❞  Ever so slightly, he tugged her closer to the gathering of people and away from the outskirts.

   〢▸ Grey eyes grew wide with genuine surprise as a stranger made a direct beeline towards her and when he spoke, embarrassment provoked pale cheeks to shift to a bright red. Nervously her gaze wandered towards the party, then she cast a cautious glance behind her shoulder, before finally gathering the courage to look back at him. ❝Oh!- You were talking to me…?❞

   The shaman flinched at the grab of anxiety on her throat, pink lips pursed tightly over the jumbled words lingering in her mouth. Faith played an important virtue in her development and in an odd pursuit of trust, she found herself delicately offering him a piece of truth. ❝Well-… I wouldn’t want to bother anyone and… I-… I’m afraid to go alone. I can tell everyone willing is already paired up and I’m a terrible dancer anyways…❞ She realized her admission might have not sounded very uplifting, and for a moment she thought to apologize but the idea of doing so, to him anyways, plucked at a soft, vulnerable spot in her heart. It didn’t feel… right.

   Instead she made an attempt to bring a smile to her lips, but there was a delay. It wasn’t until seconds later that the command registered to her mainframe, albeit not as successful as she had hoped, appearing more meek than she intentioned. ❝Watching others isn’t so bad… I mean, at least now, I have company…?❞

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           †›› The phone alarm briefly rung, only to be stopped by fumbling fingers. The exorcist didn’t normally set alarms for himself; he always woke up on his own at a uniform time. However, this alarm was set with a specific occasion in mind. The date only occurred once every four years; it was formerly important, but the same might not have held true in current circumstances. Still, he would hesitantly send a short, straightforward message at the hour of !2:00 am. 

to: Sera from: Kanda time: 12:00 AM message: I don't know if you remember. But, happy birthday..

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hazy.

          †›› The artificial sun had yet to rise, leaving Sector 6 embellished by fog that was brought upon spring showers. Being placed back in the city hadn’t proven itself to be a smooth transition; how could it? While there were remnants of his first stay present, various alterations made themselves known quickly. 

             Still, the swordsman still stuck to a routine. Early mornings consisted of training; they always consisted of training. While he wasn’t necessarily wasn’t fighting the same war that existed in his own universe, he still felt the need to assure that his swordsmanship didn’t falter any. 

             Always, he preferred to train alone. Rarely would he voluntarily train with others unless such an action were to stem from a competitive, stubborn nature that he possessed. Naturally, when he heard another’s footsteps in this instance, irritation was triggered immediately. The exorcist stopped in his tracks, looking behind his shoulder. The fog had masked the person, and the swordsman didn’t quite feel like calling out to them. He would handle this in the most reasonable manner possible.

              In the same motion, the swordsman unsheathed his sword and slid his finger across the edge.  ❝Hell’s Insects.❞ He lacked the intent to harm the unknown being; however, the gleaming insects that left his sword would surely be enough to assure that they would reveal themselves. 

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@maledictisummis

               †›› District Beta was the new location in which the scientists had placed him. While the ominous tunnels were far from inviting, it had provided the male with a sense of solitude that he happened to tolerate. However, he wouldn’t stay in the district often due to its ultimately inconvenient placement. Currently, he began his trek to the Sectors- passing a seemingly older gentlemen wearing an expression that the swordsman interpreted as perplexed.  

                    ❝Che, it isn’t smart to wander around aimlessly, you know.❞

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@swallowcutter

              †›› Gloved digits had momentarily released his hair from the tie that held it together after his training. While he wasn’t one to focus on his outward appearance, the off centered ponytail had proved itself to be quite bothersome. The process should have been a quick one, but the distraction in a form of a mobile phone had drawn his focus elsewhere momentarily. This diversion wasn’t too extended; however, in a short amount of time the hair tie managed to disappear. While he could have lost it, the swordsman’s gaze had fallen upon a male with a suspiciously similar piece of fabric. Naturally, this wasn’t going to slide. 

                 ❝Hey-! that thing is mine.❞

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                   †›› Here he was yet again placed in the familiar environment that had managed to host the swordsman for an overabundance of time. His absence wasn’t long- or so he believed. The swordsman’s return was inexplicable; he didn’t know why he had been pulled from the city or why he was drawn back. It provoked a sense of grogginess that was portrayed through irritation. It was almost as though life had deliberately robbed him of any sort of stability that others possessed. 

                   The place still possessed a sense of unfamiliarity- that was, until he saw her.

                   She was still here. By the looks of it, he had unintentionally left her behind upon a sudden departure from the city. His memory was hazy, but he recognized that he had broken a promise. However, the male wasn’t one for apologies or normal reunions. His actions meant far more than the words he spoke. He actively sought her out in a crowd despite his disdain for such events; blue hues locked onto pale features. ❝Were you just planning to watch other people dance for the rest of the night?❞

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   〢▸ All of the guests twirling around to the music created a mesmerizing display in jewel toned satins, spangled silks, and embroidered velvets, seemingly filled with nothing but bliss in their spirits. The shaman was breathless and besotted with the mere beauty of the hour, like a child who first saw moonlit snowfall. How different she felt in this environment, as if in that moment she could set her worries aside and live in the world anew. As soon as she took a step forward, hesitance laced her features, disarranging the cycle of her own determination. She didn’t even have a partner…  

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              (whOA, so I accidentally disappeared off the face of the earth um! I’m not sure where I stand with my old rp ad/ if people still want to thread so here is a new ad for this dumb test tube baby. The starters will be pretty small and I’l cap this a 3 likes. Castmates and people who liked my past rp ad are exempt though! )

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✎ What do you wish the author would reveal/had revealed about your muse?

The first thing that comes to mind is I WISH that Hoshino would have delved into who Kanda was in his past life? Or at least how he looked in his past life... For example, they showed how Alma had appeared before; I just wish she did the same for my kid?? BUT idk maybe that was intentional. 

❀ Share a headcanon you have not shared.

DESPITE probably receiving drawing lessons from Tiedoll, I have a headcanon that Kanda is really not good at drawing- or creating art in general. He’s very graceful in battle, but not with a pencil, pen, paintbrush, etc. He ALSO isn’t very creative and lacks the patience, as well. It’s just not a good combination!

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♤ Has your muse developed to be different from their canon selves through roleplay?

Yes, it has slightly! For example, my first ever post in citta was very (in my opinion) true to canon. He was angry and I think kicked something and was just SO LIVID. However, after having him in citta for a few years, he really mellowed out? I also had worked on a relationship with @savarnani and that caused some major developments even though we took it very slow (we worked on their relationship for two years and they only kissed like once lol). So in this way, I was able to play a more sensitive side that he has only displayed a few times in the manga and under specific circumstances. 

❀ Share a headcanon you have not shared.

Because of flashbacks/memories of Kanda’s past life’s lover, I have a headcanon that he has a strong focus on people’s smiles, frowns, etc versus other features. While some people focus on eyes when it comes to conversation, he doesn’t really take much notice to this. For example, he probably couldn’t recall acquaintances eye colors by memory. I also have a headcanon that his past self was very much in love with his significant other’s smile. v u v 

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✘ Any unpopular opinions about your muse?

*DGM SPOILERS*

As much as I love my kid, I think that he is going to kick the bucket before the manga ends? He has so many death flags and I wouldn’t doubt that he won’t make it all the way to the manga’s finale. I think it would provide a good impact too. Either him or Allen. :-)

Another opinion that I have about him that I assume is unpopular because of certain fanart and fanfiction is that I think Kanda is definitely asexual? I don’t see him having interest in getting saucy u feel me. I do see him as panromantic though, but he is so grumpy and regularly uninterested in anyone so.

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♚ Do you agree with fandom interpretation of your character?

♤ Has your muse developed to be different from their canon selves through roleplay?

✘ Any unpopular opinions about your muse?

♧ Any part of their canon portrayal you dislike?

☯ Is your muse liked or disliked by fandom? Does this affect your portrayal?

♢ What's your opinion on different interpretations of your muse?

✦ Has your own interpretation changed from when you first began playing the character?

✍ Has new canon material ever forced you to adjust your headcanons?

✎ What do you wish the author would reveal/had revealed about your muse?

✿ Why did you decide that they [insert headcanon here]?

❀ Share a headcanon you have not shared.

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✝ Flexes my muscles. IT IS TIME for an rp ad for this emo test tube baby. These will be regular minis- probably winter related because hoo boy I love the winter. ALSO he will probably be curt and rude either intentionally or unintentionally! (ര̀ᴗര́)و ̑̑  

OH it’s also important to note that he has been in citta before and has had all of his powers uncapped! I would love for him to thread with people he knew, castmates, OTHER GRUMPY MUSES, etc.

I’ll cap at 5 likes! (castmates exempt)