Thump

THUMP

BLAM!

Muffled explosions ring out, a battered body flying through the thin walls of a small building. Busted bricks and dust cascade down her body, Terumi's broad frame dressed in gradually more and more tattered clothing. She pulls herself from the rubble and rips the torn sleeves from her jacket, staring down the cursed spirit lingering down the street.

"am... ammmMMmm i prettty..?"

A hoarse voice asks, the spirit's slender hands timidly clasped at her chest. Terumi takes a stumbled step forward, then begins a lumbering march up to the spirit when she regains her footing. Soft ripples skirt across the road with every step, as though she was walking on water. She clenches her reddened knuckles and prepares another blow, but is interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Fuuuck no! Ugly bitch!"

Poppy yells out with a laugh, a yo-yo shooting from a nearby rooftop. Cursed energy radiates off of the weapon, but it whiffs the now raging spirit. The neon green string is snatched in taloned hands, and the pink-haired sorcerer is yanked off of the building. Before she lands, a bright pink line is left in place of her whiffed yo-yo, a line that slices a good chunk off of the now-sprinting cursed spirit.

"tell me i'm pretty!! i'm pretty, i'm pretty, i'm-"

The spirit shrieks out, severed left arm regrowing grotesquely, and just in time for her reformed body to get hit by Terumi's blue illuminated fist. The spirit stumbles, and ripples roll across its gangly frame, joined by more ripples when a secondary strike is hit at its stomach. Those two ripples collide and create a third burst of energy, earning Terumi a face full of purple blood.

Before it can regain balance and strike back at Terumi, a punch from behind slips through its chest, the surrounding cursed flesh turning into a discolored putty. That fist, belonging to Mie, cleaves upwards to slowly corrode through the cursed spirit. It collapses forward onto Terumi, who shoves aside it's disintegrating body.

"Really? Aggravating it?" Mie snarls out, looking to her slightly taller cohort with similarly colored hair. Poppy just shrugs her tattooed shoulders, and the trio stand in a little huddle around the disintegrating curse, left with no clues why there's such a flare-up of curses...

whew! hope i didn't lose you in all of that!

this rp will be exclusively with ocs, and will be taking place at the very end of Season 2/the very beginning of non-animated content. i hope to avoid spoilers beyond that, i'm personally on Chapter 180ish and will of course keep you updated if you're further ahead than me.

potential contextual spoiler? it takes place during the Culling Game, but our characters just won't participate

anyways! i want to only use OCs, but someone who's really good can convince me to let them play someone who's available by that point in the story.

send me your character idea, kinks and limits, your favorite character, and ideally, a writing sample.

hope to hear back!