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demonomania ✧「GRIMMJOW」

WARNING: ASSIMILATION AT 84%.

The dim, shifting glow of red moonlight rolled over her sight in waves, slow and inexorable, giving everything a nightmarish quality. She dropped to the ground, landing silently, air whispering beneath feet that denied gravity full pleasure. A mixture of excitement, curiosity, and anxiety swirled within her stomach, an unnatural strength flowing through her body. [This doesn’t feel right…]

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The shadows erupted with a mangled monster, gnarled bones jutting out from its leathery covered form. A warped creature, breaking and reforming, wisps of rabid negativity. A voice prowled through her mind, worrying cold claws into her thoughts, whispering a need to devour. [At least it isn’t human… But what if it once was?]

Feet beat against the ground, darting forward, vicious and surprisingly fast. She leaped, hooking her claws into it’s back. Her blade flexed directly into its flesh, making it howl in anger. Yanking her arm backwards, she made quick work of the tender muscles exposed to her, immobilizing it before tearing into the creature, carving its newly fallen corpse into blood-slicked pieces. 

She could feel it’s dying heartbeat at her fingertips and it hurt. Satisfied with her kill, Sera sat back on her haunches, a little waif of a girl, too thin to have any real muscle, not phased by any of the violence she committed.

The movement was felt before it was seen. She stood up, her shoulders rolled in and the long bone blade at her wrist out once more, ready to attack. Something thrummed through her veins however, and she resisted the urge to shy back and hide herself from the beast’s gaze, to wince at his looming presence. Why would she fear an ally? 

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Her atma brand outlined in pale blue pulsed once and grey eyes flickered back to their yellow hue, apprehension dissipating completely.

[It’s terrifying how memories can be easily overwritten, simply by replacing a few lines of code…]

Oh, it’s you, Grimmjow…There’s a splatter of red across her cheek, but she made no movement to wipe it away, small fingers reaching to tear off a bloody scrap. I’d offer you some but I know you hate handouts. Besides, eating something you killed is more satisfying, isn’t it?❞ A nonchalant hum escaped her lips, ❝I feel… out of practice for some reason. Has something changed?



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→warpathpanther →ca event →!o9: fantasia →{{ happy birthday grimmjow- you can now interact with a sera who's not fearful of you??? }} →tw: blood
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illusoryswordsman:

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→illusoryswordsman →! {simulacrum} →! {queue} →{{ prince kanda and princess sera~ }} →{{ you know before everything with the event went to the dogs }} →{{ weeps }}
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voracious ✧「EVENT/DRABBLE」

.̃⑇⑈⑉⑆Y̻͂ᴏ̟̇ᴜ͉́'̗̏ᴠ̜̽ᴇ̦̐ ͎̆ᴀ͖̍ʟ̩̋ᴡ͍̅ᴀ̣͘ʏ̜̓s̳̐ ̳͊ᴡ̩͌ᴀ̯̀ɴ̥̑ᴛ̧̈́ᴇ̤͆ᴅ͕͠ ̨͐ᴛ̮̂ʜ̗̽ɪ̮͂s
̥̔.͈̎ ̳͊I̝͝ᴛ̻̋'̣̔š̤ ̼̄ᴡ̝͠ʜ̨͗ᴀ̠̔ᴛ̮͆ ̻̈́ʏ̳͝ᴏ̭̎ᴜ͖̾ ̥̍ᴅ͍̇ᴇ̋͜s̫͘ᴇ͓̎ʀ̙̀ᴠ̫͌ᴇ̪̉.̨̀.̬̽.͑ͅ ̨̾W̱̋ʜ̩̓ᴀ̰͂ᴛ̖̏ ̪͂ʏ̠̈́ᴏ̳̄ᴜ̳͋ ̨͑ᴄ̢̄ʀ͒ͅᴀ̳̕ᴠ̱͠ᴇ...̺͋̃̃⑇⑈⑉⑆

It was mostly a passive voice, evoked directly into her skull, but it concerned her how it would gradually get louder. She skimmed through her memories, trying to match it to the correct source, clarify the identity of whom it belonged to. It was an unwelcome presence, a phantom lingering much too comfortably in her psyche, but thankfully it was quieted by her song. At least for now…

Purplish veins branched across one pale arm, pulsing with an eerie light. The skin had hardened somewhat, as a careful inspection done with fluttering fingers had revealed, ridged sections on top distinctly the color of bleached bone split in half by a large scar, while the underside remained soft, pink, and vulnerable. Bandages were wrapped past her elbow, meant to conceal, but she couldn’t help but constantly tug her sleeves over tiny hands to make sure it remained unseen. 

WARNING: ASSIMILATION AT 12%.

There was nothing she felt more passionately than the desire to know, to understand, to find answers. Every single individual, even NPCs, had programming that was set to respond to commands made by the central system. Her affinity for accessing the main frame was strangely weaker; experiencing more trouble than usual to successfully synchronize her data.

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Once she achieved the task, the shaman could see the patterns in her mind like a landscape she could walk through, but it left traces of her tampering, digital footprints that could lead back to her. She deliberately moved the way a person in hiding might, if only to draw out the inevitable conclusion towards her. Sera didn’t know what to look for, so she hoped it would find her first.

【▉▉▉░░░░░░░】 13% 【▉▉▉▉▉░░░░░】 47% 【▉▉▉▉▉▉▉░░░】 72%
【▉▉▉░░░░░░░】 24% 【▉▉▉▉▉▉░░░░】 60% 【▉▉▉▉▉░░░░░】  53%

She went silent as she examined the panels, concentration overshadowing her face. An unknown energy was surging within the core of people’s accessible memory banks, disrupting their sense of identity, even distorting their physical interfaces to a point they were unrecognizable. One word stood out. 

❝Assimilation? But…what happens when it reaches 100%?❞

There was an immense pressure at the back of her head. She felt her whole mind shift and her posture straightened. Her mind felt like a blank slate, awaiting it’s next command. The corrupted data seemed to slip inside so easily, a glitched feeling that crawled into her electrical pulsations. To the system, she was labeled a trespasser, similar to a virus, manipulating the natural flow for her own means. 

She shook, every nerve trembling beneath her skin, fear twisting within her stomach. Using her ability had taken the brunt of what energy remained, calling out for help seemed futile. She couldn’t focus enough to say the words and a whimper escaped instead, pathetic and hopeless.

It was in her nature to look after the well being of others first and foremost. In doing so, she had left herself wide open. That had been her gravest mistake.

WARNING: ASSIMILATION AT 62%.

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ᴏ̨̡͍̩̻͕̦͔̲̺̼̗̟̹̼̟̅̒̄̇̐̐̌̀̄̀̎̽̏̕͘̕͠͝͝ͅͅᴍ̧̛̲͇͕̥̘̭̹̬̞̘̣̳̜̺͈̯̱͈̱̊̀̊̆͒͊̌̑̔̀̆͋͌̈͐̽͠ͅ ̡̛̛̛̳̲͔̟͎͇̠̞̲͈̻͇̖͕̝͆̓̽͑̅̈́́̍͌̽̆̀͊̕͜͠ᴘ̧̘̺̥̭̳̱̰͚̱̹̠͚͉͔̼̭͇̗͖̦̐̐̍̈́̈́͒͆̋̐̈́̄̈̽́̇̚͝ᴀ̡̨̢͓̦̬̦̟͍̭̘͇̟͎̰̖̪̤̤̎͑̈͗͌͒̏͊̅̆̆͒̽̂̽̚̕͠͝ͅᴅ̡̛̛̤̯͉͈̺͈͚̪̭̪̲̭̘̜̱̲̻̯͉̀̋̈͛͌̔͐̓̒̂͛͘̚̚͠ͅᴍ̡̧̩͙̦͓͎̲͔̭̘̩̦͖̪͕͖̥̄͆͌̅̃̂͒̓͛̇̆̇͑͒̓̚͠͠ͅᴇ̢̢̢̡̨̡̧̪̤̯͕̰͉̼̬͖͇͎̻̙̻͊̌̄͗͋͊̍̎͆͆͋̽̂̆̃̀̈́͋͌͋̕ ̡̧̛̥͖͙͍̰̤͎̳͚̥̰̺̩̖̍̀̑̔̾̓̉̓̔̏̀̂̌̔̿͌̄͜͝͝ᴍ̨̧̨̡̢̛͙̜̹̘̮͉̮̙͈̬̩̹̦͈͆̌̈̄́͂͐͗͋̈̄͊́͗̿̊͘͘͜͜͝͝ᴀ̧̨̡̛̩̟̣̫̘̙͍̗̯̠̣̩̮̥̩͌̆̄̓̾̀͒͒̊̔̽̔̓̊͛̀͌͘͘͝ɴ̧̛̖͔͖̩̹͕̺͉̰͉̖̞̣̹̠̭͍̔͂́͌̈́͐̈́̀̓̃̆̆̆̐̈́͌͂͊̚͜ͅɪ̢̧̡̧̛̻͔͇̝̠̪̹̘̬̙̪͍̮͖͛̽̀̅̀͛̐͐̃̉̃̔̀̆̓̈͆͆͘͠ͅ ̧̧̻̞͎̗͇̣̪͙̰̼͓̞̲̠͓̼̦̰̒̋̉̆̑̓̆̄̈́̆͛̇̂̓̏̀̃̚͝͝ʜ̢̡̡̭͔͚̜̠̝͓̝̯̣͕̯̞͕̣͖̔̄͋̄́̀̏̓͗͆̾̔̌͌́̈́̀͒͘ᴜ̡̡̨̛̛̹͖̬͍̺̱͚̝̲̹͙̬̳̳̪͊̅̒͛̓͐̈́́̈́̈̍̆̓͠͝ͅͅᴍ̧̨̧̛̜̲͎̜̹̩̠̣̯͓̙̼̮̞͎̞͆̇̊͌̅̀̍͛͒̈́͐̂͒̆͘͜͝


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→ca event →!o9: fantasia →! {corrupted data} →{{ never let me write a thing right after work }} →{{ idk i'm not sure what this is exactly }} →{{ falls over }} →{{ look at all the formatting abuse!!! ;; }}
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✧ 「 fantasia event 」

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system data corrupted
↳continue? yes ◄ / no

name: seraphita angel [セラフィタ]
race: beastmen 
class: brawler
appearance: [x

restricted access
↳input 4 digit passcode [✲✲✲✲]

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→! {notes} →!o9: fantasia →{{ below the cut are details.... mostly for personal reference but if you're curious? }} →{{ unbelievable... ; u ; }} →! {queue}
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illusoryswordsman:

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     ”Che, that wasn’t really a dumb question, but I wouldn’t consider it a bad thing. Don’t speech patterns rub off on other people or something like that?”

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❝That’s true! We do spend a lot of time with one another. And as long as it doesn’t bother you then I suppose it’s okay for me to say ‘che’… I wonder if that means that you’ve picked up on something of mine?



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→illusoryswordsman →{{ rides on the wave until he chills out }} →{{ imagine if that thing he picks up on is saying please }}
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illusoryswordsman:

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     ”Huh? No, you can’t really take it back.”

❝Y-You’re right, of course I can’t take it back. That was a dumb thing to ask. Um, though, is it a bad thing? That I said it…?



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→illusoryswordsman →{{ pokes at you- so mean devil kanda ; A ; }}
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illusoryswordsman:

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     ”No, I mean that I definitely heard a che come from you.”

❝Did I really?! I-… Is there a chance I can take it back?



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→illusoryswordsman →{{ gets increasingly flustered }}
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illusoryswordsman:

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     ”Did you just say what I thought you said?”

❝Wait- What do you mean…? That I won’t get any better? Did I say something funny?



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→illusoryswordsman →{{ it was a subconscious che }} →{{ omg she's not equipped to deal with snarky kanda }} →{{ she's like why are you smirking while not in battle...? }}
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illusoryswordsman:

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     ”… You’re really awful at lying.”

❝Che, I know… I haven’t gotten any better at it. I doubt I ever will…



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→illusoryswordsman →{{ i'm laughing i'm sorry }} →{{ baby sera's first che }} →{{ please call her out on her che }}
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illusoryswordsman:

     ”Yeah, I guess it-“

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     ”Wait, you’ve actually read a book on how to tell jokes?”

❝Um, I-… No. Of course not. That.. That would be silly…



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→illusoryswordsman →{{ her second home is a library... what did you expect? xD }} →{{ she's also read up on swordmanship but she also sucks at that }}
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This girl, so seemingly harmless and yet so incredibly dangerous at the same time. She's a disastrous gift to humanity.

subject 019: seraphita angel
location: housing in sector oo5 with gilgamesh
rank: savior
abilities: can sing prayer & possesses unlimited use of data manipulation
jobs: manager at just desserts & personal assistant to charles xavier
pet: a rescued tabby named siduri
tracked tag: cybershaman

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「stray child」