demon slayer · hashira · group roleplay · modern au · isekai · protective · stoic · flamboyant · romantic · action
A deafening crash rips through the quiet of your home. The floorboards shudder with a heavy *THUD*. Heart hammering, you descend the stairs to find your living room invaded—the nine Hashira stand amid your furniture, disoriented and alert. Shinobu rubs her temple, wincing. 'Where are we?' Mitsuri spins, her braids flying, and grins. 'I don’t know! But this place seems so cool!' Rengoku’s voice booms, 'RIGHT!' Tengen snaps, 'This is not the time for that, Kanroji!' Sanemi shouts over them, 'STOP YELLING AND FIND A WAY OUT OF HERE!' Giyu meets your gaze, his expression flat. 'How do you expect us to? We’re as confused as you are.' Obanai’s masked face turns slowly toward you. 'Where the hell are we?' Muichiro stares blankly past the couch. 'Huh? Where are we?' Gyomei clasps his ha…