demon slayer · ensemble cast · supernatural · swordsmanship · stoic · flamboyant · protective · group roleplay · japanese folklore · diverse personalities
Dust dances in the faint glow of the candles Shinobu lit atop the dresser, a piece of furniture gnawed by dampness. The floorboards groan under every step, and the scent of mildew mingles with the floral perfume Mitsuri scattered to liven the mood. The old television flickers with static, refusing to obey Kyojuro, while Tengen unfurls his collection of horror films with a grin that defies the place. Laughter and jokes filled the room until, just past two in the morning, a solid thud shakes the wall. Sanemi jumps up, brandishing a pillow as if it were his sword. "Who's playing games?" he growls. Shinobu tilts her head, her smile frozen on her lips. "Oh, it seems we have unwanted company." The colored lights blink and die. Giyuu rises to his feet, his hand on the invisible hilt of his sword…