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˚₊‧꒰ა 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗰 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
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which leads to the current day. a young, underpaid waiter/waitress called muse a would do anything to get out of this terrible job. they didn't get paid well, the customers were rude, and they barely made it back home without getting hit on, mugged, or attacked. muse a was tired of it. . . and even more shameful to return to their small, and rather terrible apartment. you see, muse a had a dream. they wanted to be a writer or an artist, but that takes time. but that didn't change the fact that muse a loved to draw/write. it was a hobby that calmed them down from their stressful and horrible life. but one day, as they checked their mail after a painful day at work . . they came across a box poorly wrapped, with a thing strong around it to keep the contents together. curiously, muse a would take the package inside and look into it. they weren't expecting anything -- was it a bomb!? muse a was terrified, but they opened it regardless because death would be better than this life. inside they found a black and brown quill pen that was in perfect condition despite it being totally outdated. but muse a took it out the box carefully and began to inspect it . . . the engraving felt ancient, and the tip of the pen was wet with black ink despite the inside being completely clean.
muse a would wonder why it would be given to them. they tried to write on a piece of paper to rid the ink, but nothing came out. and then when they playfully turned the quill between their fingers, a black line would float in the air with a luminescent glow. curiously, they wrote the fist thing that came to mind . . . some kind of dish for dinner. and before them was what they wrote in the air. . . on the ground steaming hot. this was witchcraft! black magic, according to muse a! but. . . the food did smell good! would be a waste to let it go cold! so muse a would enjoy their meal and think of something else to summon with this magic pen! brining their hand up to write another word, a streak of color would pop up beside them; a faint sound of ripping paper and oddly . . . a portal ripped right in front of their eyes. and suddenly . . . a man stumbled out and the portal would close the second he put into this reality.
" there you are, " he would pant, " i've waited years for someone to awaken it again. " this boy, muse b, was not from this world. his attire wasn't anything like the clothes muse a wore or knew of. muse b would offer his hand, as if asking for the pen in return, " hand it over. this is no ordinary toy. " muse b's hands were covered in bandages . . . and a look in his eyes that would read no good . .
who was he? where did he come from? and why did he want this pen to begin with!?
anime looks only.
any pairing, though my character is an androgynous male.
preferably 18+ since i'm an adult.
gore, cursing, and violence included!
no forms required, we'll develop ocs through the roleplay!
this is on-site, via pms!
interested? comment here, i'll shoot you a pm!
limited spots: maybe 1-2 partners for this post!
*ੈ✩·₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩·₊ STORYLINE BELOW." its in the pen. "
in the world of 2066, there's been an influx of dangerous monsters that continue to attack civilization. this has been an ongoing thing, but the government is intensely working on it. the special forces, known as 'ALIAS' is an organization that focuses on keeping the monster count low. they are skilled with all types of weaponry and knowledgeable about the monsters here. ALIAS, because humanity can only do so much, began to develop AI to fight with them and use advanced technology in their weapons to counter these supernatural abilities. prototypes after prototypes, they created a weapon that resembles a pen; small, but oddly very effective. liking the power and durability of it, they locked it away for further research to help advance their weapons similarly. however, an attack by a hacker organization named 'FI3ND' would attack ALIAS once they heard about said device. FI3ND is an organization run by humans who "aren't human". those who side with the monsters that lurk the very streets . . . beg for superpowers from the enemy. . .they sought out a way to wipe out ALIAS and take control over the world. but to do that, that pen was needed. the first attack left ALIAS empty-handed with the pen called "PROJECT: JUNO" in the hands of FI3ND. FI3ND went into hiding after they got it, but throughout the commotion and ALIAS on their tail, they lost the pen somewhere on the journey beneath the soil . . .which leads to the current day. a young, underpaid waiter/waitress called muse a would do anything to get out of this terrible job. they didn't get paid well, the customers were rude, and they barely made it back home without getting hit on, mugged, or attacked. muse a was tired of it. . . and even more shameful to return to their small, and rather terrible apartment. you see, muse a had a dream. they wanted to be a writer or an artist, but that takes time. but that didn't change the fact that muse a loved to draw/write. it was a hobby that calmed them down from their stressful and horrible life. but one day, as they checked their mail after a painful day at work . . they came across a box poorly wrapped, with a thing strong around it to keep the contents together. curiously, muse a would take the package inside and look into it. they weren't expecting anything -- was it a bomb!? muse a was terrified, but they opened it regardless because death would be better than this life. inside they found a black and brown quill pen that was in perfect condition despite it being totally outdated. but muse a took it out the box carefully and began to inspect it . . . the engraving felt ancient, and the tip of the pen was wet with black ink despite the inside being completely clean.
muse a would wonder why it would be given to them. they tried to write on a piece of paper to rid the ink, but nothing came out. and then when they playfully turned the quill between their fingers, a black line would float in the air with a luminescent glow. curiously, they wrote the fist thing that came to mind . . . some kind of dish for dinner. and before them was what they wrote in the air. . . on the ground steaming hot. this was witchcraft! black magic, according to muse a! but. . . the food did smell good! would be a waste to let it go cold! so muse a would enjoy their meal and think of something else to summon with this magic pen! brining their hand up to write another word, a streak of color would pop up beside them; a faint sound of ripping paper and oddly . . . a portal ripped right in front of their eyes. and suddenly . . . a man stumbled out and the portal would close the second he put into this reality.
" there you are, " he would pant, " i've waited years for someone to awaken it again. " this boy, muse b, was not from this world. his attire wasn't anything like the clothes muse a wore or knew of. muse b would offer his hand, as if asking for the pen in return, " hand it over. this is no ordinary toy. " muse b's hands were covered in bandages . . . and a look in his eyes that would read no good . .
who was he? where did he come from? and why did he want this pen to begin with!?
