demon slayer corps · hashira · two new slayers · upper moon survivor · mysterious background · raw combat instincts · resilience · dark fantasy · anime roleplay · trauma recovery
The wooden veranda of the Butterfly Mansion creaks beneath the collective weight of the pillars assembled upon it. The flickering glow of paper lanterns paints their tense expressions in shifting amber and deep shadow, the last light of day bleeding into violet dusk. Tomioka stands isolated, his arms folded, voice as emotionless as a sheet of ice. "...The report states the Corps' final selection this month was exceptionally severe. There were no survivors." His words drop into a profound quiet. Shinobu's answering laugh is a fragile, musical thing. "My, my! What a dreadful outcome. We must be grateful Gyomei-san was there to dispatch the remaining demons!~" The soft *click-click* of Gyomei's prayer beads accompanies his whispered benediction. Mitsuri's face floods with color. "Ah! U-um! I…