𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇

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minor psa to muses unfamiliar with jjk: inumaki does not speak conventionally. his words can/will hurt others and himself. he's created a particular speech pattern ( located in my pinned post ) to express himself.

example of limited speech ( will always be translated in post )

in terms of usage, if inumaki does speak outside of this pattern, it will always be seen in a sequence of parentheses, indicating that it's a command. whether your character obeys or evades this is entirely up to you.

example of intended speech

𝐇𝐄'𝐒   𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄   𝐎𝐅   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄   𝐎𝐅   𝐇𝐄𝐑   𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃   ⸻   afloat   within   a   vile,   emanating   aura   of   grey.   To   the   novice,   it   would   appear   an   empty   container   filled   in   a   gelatinous   blue.   Those   bearing   gifted   eyes   perceived   what   appeared   to   be   an   embryo   in   stages   too   early   to   determine   its   origin.   What's   frightening   of   its   aura   is   the   fact   it   laid   dormant,   found   originally   in   a   native   village   in   the   mountains   and   revered   as   some   sort   of   deity.   Since   the   awakening   of   the   KING   OF   CURSES,   the   subject   hadn't   budged.   Albeit   its   dormancy,   a   pulse   resonated   through   its   being,   akin   to   REVERSE   TECHNIQUE;   what   was   it   hoping   to   fix   ?

Inumaki   sat   on   a   hospital   bed   parallel   to   the   hall,   fixated   on   the   object   within   his   sight.   Doctors   addressed   his   bandages,   curious   as   to   why   sacred   inscriptions   were   required   to   keep   his   wounds   at   bay.   It   was   said   the   INUMAKI   CLAN   conveyed   feelings   through   their   hearts   (   due   to   the   absence   of   speech   in   their   daily   lives   );   they   figured   his   blood   was   more   lethal   than   believed.   He's   been   appointed   for   regular   visits   since,   to   extract   samples.

The   researcher   and   a   small   crew   sought   to   attain   data   from   this   find,   compile   it   into   records.   Could   it   become   an   asset   for   their   cause   or   yet   another   artifact   worth   encasing   ?   Through   the   bustling,   one   stumbled   clumsily   with   papers,   colliding   their   hip   against   the   table.   Tremors   of   impact   caused   the   vile   to   shift   and   teeter   over   the   edge.

A   surge   of   nervousness   takes   him,   jolting   him   up   to   his   feet   and   sprinting   towards   the   threshold   of   the   room.   Hand   bearing   the   panel   of   the   door   frame   as   a   center   of   balance,   his   voice   resounds   in   the   proximity   of   the   room   ⸻   those   significantly   weaker   (   or   unaware   of   his   presence   )   compelled   and   suspended   by   his   words:

                           (   (   (      ❛   STOP   !   ❜      )   )   )

Amid   the   stalled   workers,   aside   one   (   @cymerae   ,   Jett   )   in   the   facility,   there   it   was   ⸻   the   vile   floating   shy   of   a   shattering   peril.

𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃   𝐎𝐅   𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒   𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐃   𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒   𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃   𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐒   ⸻   traversing   across   campus   with   haste.   It'd   been   the   first   time   he   actively   trained   himself   since   the   SHIBUYA   INCIDENT,   and   he   feared   he   may   have   fallen   behind   compared   to   his   coeds.   It   never   bothered   him   before   ...   being   shy   of   an   arm   (   something   he   hadn't   necessarily   need   it   for   his   cursed   technique   ),   however   since   the   catastrophe   of   the   Halloween   night,   he   realized   how   expendable   his   life   could   be.

His   voice   lacked   the   strength   to   reach   those   who   depended   on   him,   nor   could   fend   for   themselves.   The   many   lives   he   could   have   saved   ⸻   if   only   he   were   more   competent.   A   senpai   that   should   have   bore   the   burden   of   the   grotesque   reality   in   place   of   the   underclassman   who'd   been   adulterated   before   his   very   eyes.

                           To   die   without   regrets   ...

For   the   first   time   in   his   life:   he   had   many.

                           Sorcerers   aren't   heroes   :                               We   don't   live   in   a   rose-colored   world.

To   some   whose   resolve   have   taken   a   plummet,   bearing   the   catastrophic   losses   of   that   day,   others   presented   an   idealistic   approach   to   things.   An   underclassman   (   @chunibyo-x-sorcerer   )   who   sat   out   with   a   cursed   katana   at   his   side,   marveling   over   pages   of   the   latest   SHONEN   JUMP   beneath   a   shade   of   amber   Ginkgo.   Episodically   mimicking   the   signature   slashes   of   and   unknown   protagonist.   It   was   foreign   to   Inumaki   ...   to   see   enjoyment   in   one's   eye   at   the   idea   of   training,   almost   as   if   optimism   was   his   middle   name.   Heroes   learn   from   their   losses   and   come   back   to   save   the   day;   it   gave   him   the   nostalgia   of   an   old   sentai   show   he   used   to   watch   on   Saturday   mornings,   aside   a   bowl   of   cereal.   It's   cheesy   ⸻   but   he   always   compelled   to   tune   in   every   week   to   root   for   the   underdog.   It   was   probably   this   fact   which   left   him   conflicted.

Curses   ...   they   weren't   inherently   evil.

His   sprinting   came   to   a   halt,   now   perched   onto   the   branch   of   the   tree.   Violet   optics   scanning   over   the   younger   with   curiosity   abloom.   He   meant   to   linger   for   a   short   time,   but   came   to   find   himself   immersed   in   him   and   the   story   he   followed.   Would   he   emerge   victorious,    or   shall   he   postpone   for   another   day   ?