i suppose one can not expect much from a *worm. i am ryomen sukuna. ——— any curse worth it's name knows mine, yet, it seems you don't even have one, do you ? tell me, what are you the curse of ?
sharp grin spreading ‘pon calamity’s visage. the search had not been easy, yet now here she stood, finally before him. “we have not, yet i know who you are, and you must have already figured out *what i am.”
words slip smoothly past parted lips, crimson orbs observing her every move, witnessing her caution ——— smart. “ryomen sukuna, king of curses.” despite pause, curse introduces itself with a short bow &’ unsettling stare.
[ one arm resting 'neath yukata, gaze split 'tween crowded street &' feathered woman. ] i came to see what all this noise was about. [ a dismissive reply, dishonest. ——— calamity sidesteps two running children, frown dawning 'pon visage. ]
"hah, and this fearlessness is what makes one out of you." calamity retorts, tone dripping with amusement. "assumptions become facts after they've been proven over and over. ——— or am i to believe you truly live a life with no purpose ?"
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[ ...he should've predicted this outcome. ——— a sigh as the curse sits, legs crossed. head coming to rest on clawed hand. ]
very well... go on then.