#mcmcntomorii

[ltsharpshooter]

@mcmcntomorii -- SC

Piers was sitting up against the wall, his abs and thigh wrapped in bandages. His skin was paling and his eyes were glazing over from the pain he had been in the whole time. The slightly visible dark circles under his eyes showed just how tired he was. They had been in hiding for a while and with Piers refusing to go to the hospital, the situation was only getting worse.

His hand was shaking from the lack of strength he had even holding it, shaking the gun in his hand as a result. He was trying to stay aware at least. His job was to protect Mukuro and get her to her father. He wasn’t about to die in the process. Afterwards, maybe. But he had a duty to fulfill. 

[dogkillmoon]

here comes the moon, @mcmcntomorii​

   always on his day off, h’uh. and an unobligated gig, too-- meaning the victim of whatever lunar anomaly was going to take place tonight had no idea he was going to arrive, nonetheless the fact of that they were in actual danger. luka usually handles this shit, not him. regardless, at the very base of this towering, high-rise condo complex, the wolf taps a clawed finger against the buzzer. 

   ‘ hello-- if you could please phone in for one. . . ito? ito mukuro. tell her it’s an imperative visitation. ‘ butchered pronunciation might give him away. here comes the tricky part-- getting into a private residence where the anomaly is hosted.

[xamassed]

⟬ @mcmcntomorii / s.c ⟭

"This is boring. . ."

She generally preferred physical activities, but the annual health check-up always had her dreading this time of year. It was tedious and yawn-inducing, especially since she knew she was in pique health. The fact that she had to help someone else with their evaluation only made her all the more eager to end the day.

Sitting there on her knees, she held onto Mukuro's feet just to be sure they didn't lift off the ground. "How many sit-ups do you think you can do? Like, realistically?"

[houseshihouin]

Continuing with @mcmcntomorii:

The affirmation that the sakura-haired woman before her was indeed 3rd Seat of 5th Division immediately put a beaming smile on Yukari's face! What fantastic news, it'd save her having to canvas up and down this headquarters building for—the next remark immediately made her expression falter into an unmistakable look of what before her brows rose in both confusion and surprise at the next clause. Huh?

To not have the hanko was one thing, but to be so casually invited along to the woman's quarters... Well, since she was the 3rd Seat, Yukari could hardly just leave and go try her luck with the 4th Seat or some other Seated Officer now... With a sigh, she forced her expression back to neutral.

"... I'll go with you," she acquiesced. It just seemed like the fastest option at this point. Though... She felt her stomach silently rumble and tilted her head a degree before chuckling faintly and asking, "Is there anywhere good to eat along the way? I'm Yukari, by the way! Shihōin Yukari."

[midnightactual]

Closed Starter for @mcmcntomorii:

Hollows were annoying—not any real kind of challenge, but more like pop-ups that made one do simple puzzles to close them out. In a densely crowded area like Shinjuku, the reasonable solution was usually to take them up. Yoruichi had hurled this latest irritation toward the moon and incinerated it with Hadō #54: Haien to make sure that nothing came back down. The lunar glow plus the glare from the city’s skyline hid the flash easily.

With that distraction eliminated, she permitted gravity to take her most of the way back down, only arresting her fall a few moments from impact on a clear area near the top of a high-rise. She landed with all the grace of a cat, lightly tapping down against tile before she surveyed her new surroundings. This particular place appeared residential rather than commercial. Some sort of penthouse balcony? She studied it only momentarily before checking herself over. She hadn’t felt any hits or any other such thing but one could never be too cautious.

She’d just finished when she heard what sounded like a sliding glass door opening and momentarily glanced over a shoulder to check. It shouldn’t be a problem—she was in her spirit form, after all.

[escalaregalia]

hump day starter for @mcmcntomorii

“Your body is 70 percent water… and I’m thirsty.”

[burnxngslash]

“A what?!” It sounds like a date if he ever heard one. Hell, he found it suspicious that the mercenary would come to him with such a proposition. Probably just something that’s a job in disguise but he’s seen that spending time with her was never a waste either so of course he had to be cocky even for just a moment. A hand glides over blond locks before a smirk was seen on his face. “Fallin’ for me already huh. I’ll go out with you.”

like for a valentine starter / @mcmcntomorii​

[resolute-casualties]

@mcmcntomorii asked:

❛ so... what did you want to talk about? ❜ ( Aizen :3 )

Nothing goes without notice, Aizen's observational prowess is second to none as far as anyone should be concerned. So she may have been trying to obscure it from him but now would be the time where he'd test her trust in him. Perhaps she'd maintain some foolish notion that hiding the truth from him were wise. With that in mind he wished to see precisely where she stood when given choices and the percieved ability to decide for herself, which was best.

"Yes, Mukuro-san, I've noticed that you've seemed a bit distressed—as of late. Tell me why."

[emystic-a]

cont. from [ x ] / @mcmcntomorii

"Hold on!---I'm going to try and fix this, give me your bottle again Miss. It'll reward you this time."

Holding his hand out expecting, his visible eye was focused and driven despite how silly the reasoning was. He seems determined to make his invention work; though all it was recycling machine, all it did is spit back out bottles.

[shouga-nai]

@mcmcntomorii replied to your post “As Setsubun approaches, this Oni dares you to...”:

mukuro vc: hypothetically speaking how /hot/ will the consequences be?

​"Why don't you come and find out..~?"

[galeforged]

starter for @mcmcntomorii​ || Bleach-focused starter call (open!)

The Wandenreich were merciless, even more so now that what remained of the Gotei 13 after the invasion found themselves in the enemy’s home territory. While the Sternritter, veritable forces of nature that they were, turned to wiping out Shinigami top brass, that did not make their own foot soldiers any less fearsome by comparison, especially those roaming in groups.

Any straggling Soul Reaper on the opposite end of these Soldat would be outnumbered and slain in moments, overwhelmed whether by blade or bow. The Wandenreich were definitely not playing fair, but alas, there was no such thing as honour or fairness in war. All that mattered was who would still be left standing after all the bloodshed, and now this one squadron cornered another hapless Shinigami. 5th Division, 3rd Seat, she was. She certainly held her own well thus far, given the number of Quincy corpses already laid at her feet, but that was the funny thing about waves: they were relentless and simply kept on coming with no signs of stopping. Any Quincy that had fallen would find itself replaced with another before long.

All right, so maybe it wasn’t so funny in this case, and it was about to be even less funny with the sight of another masked Soldat charging towards them. But unlike the ones attempting to run her down to exhaustion before finally taking her life... this one clearly wielded a zanpakutō, judging by the vortex of wind coiling around the blade.

In came running a Shinigami who was crazy enough to steal one of the enemy’s uniforms, bloodstains ruining its otherwise pristine white fabric. Wordlessly did he leap for the skies, the tornado at his side intensifying in gale force and size, outgrowing the man himself as he focused his reiatsu into it. By the time the Quincy attempting to kill Mukuro where she stood finally looked up to notice?

The storm already came crashing down onto them. There would be no mercy, and no restraint, as these men found themselves swept off their feet and flung about like ragdolls. As some flew and hit the ground while others collided hard against the walls of surrounding buildings, they all fell the same and never stood again. As for the Soldat uniform-clad Shinigami? Once it was only him and Mukuro, he removed his face mask while his back remained turned to her.

“GAH! Shit, I can hardly... breathe with this thing on...-!” Short of air and exhausted from exerting himself for so long, he took the time to catch his breath... “How the hell do these guys even manage-?!”

[chernozemic]

@mcmcntomorii  ∕ 📝

"Hmm... No, no. This simply won't do-- not at all." Tongue clucked itself in aggravation, one leg extending outwards in order to nudge the other's slouched form with the tip of his foot. "Get up," he demands (and it's only that: a demand.) with firmness in tone, refusing her passage to do anything else until she does what was required. His foot was swiftly retracted, too, for sake of ease. "I can't fix you if you're face down in the dirt--" an exaggeration, perhaps, but he recalled that "tough love" was sometimes a better option, "--fifth seat."

[tvstarkuma]

@mcmcntomorii Continued from here {Beta Editor Time}

“A few blocks isn’t too lost, right?” He held a coy smile like someone testing the waters before telling a joke.

Hearing directions from an actual local instead of his smartphone put the bear more at ease than before. Something about mature voices like hers were always compelling. It reminded him a little of Mit-chan in that way. Her voice just oozed experience. Whatever directions she was giving to lead him to the restaurant he felt compelled to believe.

“You are?! Looks like today’s my lucky day. I’ve got a city expert to show me the way.” He had a celebratory way of speaking. Occasionally his voice become a bit more high pitched amid his cheer. At the end, the blonde gave the stranger a happy nod.

“My name’s Kumakichi, but all my friends call me Teddie.” He winked at the name ‘Teddie’.

[criticalcrux]

@mcmcntomorii closed starter

"Yer either gonna tell me somethin' useful or yer gonna get th'fuck outta my way."

He stood there, an univiting scowl, hands in his pockets, seemingly annoyed by her presence, mostly due to the fact that he was prone to a surly demeanor. One that most learned early on was better to keep a distance from.

[nostomannia]

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[casketcat-archived]

@mcmcntomorii || starter call !

“You’re… Mukuro, right?” Tamami approached the taller woman, raising a hand to cover a yawn that left her lips. “Sorry, kid kept me up all night. My current boss told me to meet up with you.. said you had some info for me,” Tamami gestured towards the phone she held in one hand, exhaustion clear on her face as she continued to speak. “I typically don’t like working with others in this profession much. Lot are annoying as all fuck. I’d rather stab myself than listen to them go on and on and on sometimes. He said you were good, though. So, whatcha got?”