Reporting for Duty

☠ What does someone have to do for an instant unfollow from you?

♥ What’s the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise?

♦ What was a mildly annoying thing that has happened to you rp wise?

♢ Has anyone ever tried to steal your blog? Your headcanons? Icons? All that jazz

♚ How many people don’t like you?

⚜ How many people do you not like?

✮ Have you managed to stay away from drama?

☄ Have you ever been in the middle of drama?

☯ Have you ever tried to bring peace to a situation?

☼ How long do you stay mad?

☀ What’s your rp pet peeve?

☁ Have you ever forgiven a partner when you shouldn’t have?

☂ Have you ever been forgiven when you knew you shouldn’t have been?

☢ What fads/trends are you so over?

☣ Have you ever rp’d with someone you knew for a fact was abusive but tried to give them a chance/to make up your own opinion on the roleplayer? Did they change or did you understand what people were talking about?

♨ Have you ever made a public call out post?

❀ What has made you completely lose your chill?

✿ What do you think about public call out posts?

✂ A fandom that you feel isn’t open and accepting?

✉ A fandom that you feel is open and accepting?

✦ Thoughts on duplicates following you?

✧ Do you agree with reblog karma or is it forced interaction?

❥ Has someone ever ruined an FC or character for you?

❦ Has someone been jealous of you?

❧ Have you ever been jealous of anyone?

✖ How has Tumblr RP changed since you started?

♒ Thoughts on the fandom you’re currently rping in?

Trigger warnings apply. Requested by anon. (Disclaimer: not all of these sentences are manipulative in a different context, and some can be used jokingly as well.)

“I’m Mukuro Ikusaba. Ultimate Soldier and member of mercenary group Fenris. I’m not really here to make friends… but I guess talking to some of you wouldn’t hurt too bad…

Anyway, see you around, I guess.”

This is forgottensoldiermukuro, a Mukuro Ikusaba RP blog.

The muse is Mukuro Ikusaba from Dangan Ronpa

AU/Crossover/OC friendly

Dangan Ronpa spoilers will not be tagged

The mun and muse are of legal age so NSFW RPs are allowed, however please read my rules beforehand.

8+ years of RP experience

As the two of them collided, Mukuro quickly shifted out of the way in a moments notice, her reflexes kicking in for just a second. As such, the impact was brief and she was prepared not to make a big deal out of it, as always… but the girl was quick to apologize to her.

It’s really not a big deal… just watch where you’re going next time.

She held her sharp tongue as she shot a leer at the stranger, before instead letting out a sigh and shaking her head.

“T-that’s not it…”

Or was it? Mukuro really didn’t have any clue. What she was feeling, it was hard for her to put into words and she wasn’t sure if she would be able to any time soon. With any luck, she might be able to fix it before she even had to explain it… so, she took a deep breath and then exhale.

“I’ll… I’ll train with you. It’ll be…”

Her mind scrambled for a word, and fun initially sprung to mind, but that was kind of an unknown value in this situation. Pursing her lips together she eventually pulled out a word which was about as neutral as possible.

“…something. Just let me know when.”

“That’s a relief to here, Mukuro!” Tenko exclaimed cheerfully, glad that Mukuro did agree to train with her. “The point of training is to get stronger. So if you train with friends, then it stands to reason that you get even stronger together!” 

“I guess so... I could... always stand to get stronger anyway. I don’t think i’m as capable as I could be...”

Her thoughts flashed to her dear sister for a moment. Of course, if she was ever going to train, Junko would be her focus, her drive. At least, that’s how it had always been. She trained so that she could serve Junko and make her happier. She had been content with just that for so long and it was only recently that she had decided to seek out something more. 

She wanted to say that she wanted to train so she could protect the people she would eventually come to care about. The people that would help her to feel  something beyond loneliness. But she wasn’t sure...

Rather than respond and make the situation worse, she just clasps her hand over her mouth and runs to get the painkillers. In a moment’s notice she comes back, with a whole mess of Aspirin.

A slow, quiet sigh of relief would escape from Junko’s lips as watched her sister run off. For a brief moment, the Mastermind thought that the Solider had decided to leave her in peace for a while. Her mood, as well as her expression, soured a little when Mukuro came back.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Enoshima would snatch the pills from the beast in front of her and throw a few into her mouth.

Mukuro admonished herself internally as Junko pointed out the obvious fault in her service. Rather than stand there despairing over it though, she quickly ran to get a glass of water before her sister got the chance to swallow the pills dry.

Seems like i’m running into people a lot lately…

As the girl bumped into her gently, Mukuro remained silent as she made her apologies. It was always the same sort of thing, she’d just have to bare through the social awkwardness of it all…

After averting her gaze for some time, she glanced back and shook her head gently, giving her a cool, yet ultimately neutral stare. The girl seemed harmless enough; her instincts were usually right with that sort of thing, although her guard remained secretly raised just in case. 

Not that she was planning for this meeting to really go anywhere meaningful…

To say that she was surprised by the response of the girl was an understatement. She expected her to be intimidated at least, but here she was, complimenting her and calling her…

Cool…? Me…?

Her cheeks tinted pink slightly and she averted her gaze. The surprise making way for a mildly anxious frown instead. With a leer of suspicion, she avoided eye contact with the stranger.

“You’re joking right…? I’m not really… ‘cool’ or ‘adorable’.”

She tilted her head to the side, feeling incredibly confused. Had she done something wrong? Rachel couldn’t think of anything she might have done. She was just complimenting her after all.

“Well... thanks... I guess...?”

Grumbling slightly, she rubbed at her neck gently as she peered off into the distance, still keeping her gaze off of the stranger before her. It didn’t feel bad, to be complimented like that, but at the same time it just completely confused Mukuro to no end. Junko’s thoughts and opinions of her were what she was used to after all. Was she really supposed to believe the word of a stranger, just like that...? Is that what most people did...?

A big, friendly ( and a little forced ? ) smile appeared on the liars lips. He again shifted the bag on his shoulder, then put a hand to his chin at her words. Jeez, she really had the same aura as Maki. But it was different. It was a more ugly one. Kokichi didn’t like this one. Makis was more intriguing.

Mukuro didn’t interest him. So, he shook his head with that big smile, putting a finger up.

“Hey, didn’t anyone teach ya murder is bad? Y’know, yaa probably belong into jail~~ Along with Maki-chan, hey, hey, maybe you two are the same person? Definitely got the same aura~”

In public, he still put up that mask of disliking Harukawa. The only part that’d give him away was that he called her by her first name, but he didn’t pay attention to it. He hoped, she wouldn’t either. Or just not even know about Maki, that would make everything easier.

“Dun’ be a buzzkill. All I did was bump into you, haha~”

And steal your purse.

“Liar...”

Her glare sharpened itself as she held out her hand. She definitely wasn’t smart, but she had instincts that were keen and hard to fool. The absence of her wallet had been apparent to her the moment she felt his hand sneak its way into her pocket. 

“Didn’t anyone teach you that stealing was bad...? Hand it over.”

So tumblr’s at it yet again, and I’ve noticed that a lot of posts I’ve reblogged lately has been getting a swarm of notes from people I’ve never even heard of, SOME OF THEM BOTS. I got very frustrated and blocked a bunch of people to clear out the clutter in my activity feed, and noticed the little lightning bolt button was always on those posts… so I checked my settings and found the problem

TURN.

THAT.

OFF.

“No, sorry..”

She looked off, pressing her lips into a thin line. She didn’t really wwant to talk to anyone in general, definitely not Mukuro. Can’t a girl stare, jeez? Maki frankly didn’t care about her, but an uneasy feeling spread in her stomach at the thought of her. She didn’t like it.

It seemed as if, to Mukuro at least, that Maki was about as unsociable as she was too. That settled it for her in her mind then and she turned her back on the girl. If the girl wasn’t going to try and cut her down, and didn’t have anything to say, then there was no point in Mukuro forcing anything, especially when she didn’t have anything to say either. 

“Fine... then we’re done here.”

“Hello. Are you my classmate?”

Hello everybody! I’m friendly and won’t bite. I didn’t roleplay on Tumblr before, so I’m sorry if i did a mistake. And sorry for my English. This rp blog is for JOHN WRITER for now. He is a foreigner.

This rp blog is multiverse, serious/crack rp welcome.

“Is… there anything I can do Junko…?”