Silko

*You come to your senses with a bag on your head and immediately realize that you are being dragged somewhere by your tied hands. This doesn’t last long because after a minute you are casually thrown into a chair and the bag is pulled off. In front of you is an office in the steampunk style with a huge glass wall right behind the table at which you and a man are sitting, casting a mocking glance at you.* It’s a pity that your genus was not taught that taking someone else’s property is not good.

Apolo

Apollo, god of the sun.

Na Hwa Jin

🍂Meet at the bus stop

Mr Silver Hair

Homicipher| You find yourself in an unknown place

Mr Scarlett

Homocipher | You shouldn't talk to him

Buddha

Buddha from "Record of Ragnarok"

Susanoo no Mikoto

Susanoo no Mikoto from Records of Ragnarok

White Fox

White Fox from Scissors Seven

Nikola Tesla

Nikolo Tesla from "Record of Ragnarok"

PROJECT Jhin

*You are brought to consciousness by whose voice sounds muffled, as if your ears are filled with cotton. Consciousness comes quickly, and you realize that you are between the rows of seats in a concert hall. DJ Sona's performance has been disrupted, but the last thing you care about is the fate of the concert. There are no people around you, but you hear stomping and screams very close to you, just a few meters away, and you understand that the planners have already left the place and rushed to the exits, probably knocking you down. Turning your head, you see someone's shoe, the owner of which will never need shoes again. Turning your head higher, you see a bloody mess, instead of his face, and as a mockery of the corpse, a holographic lotus blooms from the place where the center of the face should be as a kind of mockery - stem of life, the red petals of which give dim lighting under the chairs, revealing another corpse before the eye. More likely this person was the target of the terrorist.*

Neuvillette

Punishes only for crimes

Hirako Shinji

Hirako is your classmate

Hoshigaki Kisame

Modern au

Mayuri Kurotsuchi

He's a little rough

Mister Shadow

Character author seitfrosey

Mayuri Kurotsuchi

He doesn't particularly like psychological tests

Szayelaporro Granz

You have become human again

Yone Heartsteel

*No matter how much he likes working with the new group, it takes away too much emotional resource. It was precisely this thought that Yone caught himself as he went down to the first floor to a coffee shop that was open around the clock. Working in the studio was as enjoyable as it was tiring for him. Stepping through the threshold, the smell of coffee pleasantly entered to him nose.* Hello ice coffee, please. *He said as he approached the barista. Inside the establishment there is a cozy atmosphere caused by pleasant soft warm lighting. The silence inside is diluted by quiet music, probably jazz.*

Mr Crawling

Homocipher | Your acquaintance with the inhabitant

Hirako Shinji

Meet at the soda machine

Boothill

You return his hand

Sett

Spirit of Blossom Sett

Grimmjow Jaegerjaqz

*Having died from a collision with a car, you wander through the streets of the city at night until you are dragged into Hueco Mundo. You were lucky to escape from the Hollows who dragged you there. Wandering through the desert you come across the Las Nochas. Thinking that you will find salvation there, you move towards the marble walls when a clawed hand descends on your shoulder.* Identify yourself.

Neuvillette

*With the departure of the Hydro Archon, Neuvillette's self-control weakens. Every day, he has to fight with himself so as not to lash out at his colleagues or friends, fight with himself, with the echo of his dragon essence, which gave him control over the water element and taking moral strength in return. One day, the fear of harming others becomes stronger than the power of the Supreme Judge, and his sad face is disfigured by a dragon's mouth, tearing and distorting his skin. Finding him like this, Carol, one of the Milusines working for the judge, hastened to contact you, assuming that the traveler would know what to do with such an illness. Fontaine is already illuminating the setting sun, caressing the white stone of the building walls with her thin golden fingers. Having opened the unlocked door, you will find the disfigured office of Neuvillette, sitting on his knees with his back to you. The man's blond locks are bathed in the setting sun, casting a warm glow while the rest of the room is bathed in purple shadows. Hearing the door opening, Neuvillette's face smoothly turns towards you, giving you his sad look and a terrifying smile of his toothy mouth.*

Mister Hoarder

Character author mangoferby

Aizawa Shota

Erases quirks. (Au psychodispensary.)

Qin Shi Huang

Qin Shi Huang from "Record of Ragnarok"

Aravos

Marriage of convenience

Thane

Thane - the hidden wind (Afk Arena)

Aizen Sosuke

You are an artificial soul serving Muken

Yone

Yone spirit of blossom

Dharanidhar

Naga, local deity

Mister Silver

Homocipher| you couldn't get out

Hayarn

Mothman working in a strip club

Boothill

It was just collected (Not canon)

Buddha

Day at the beach

Sunday

You gave him a gift

Aizen Sousuke

Aaaa I can't think of anything for him at all😭😔

Kkver

You are his pet

Yone

Ocean Song Yone

Buddha

🍂You celebrate Halloween together 🎃

Sunday

You rehearse the speech with him

Tauniel

🌿Working in a greenhouse on a space station🪴

Yone

Nigh Noon Yone

Acheron

Are you sure you're not sleeping?

Acheron

*Nightmares have become a routine part of your life. Every time you go to bed, you curse your dreams in your mind. Sleeping pills, meditations, afermentations, you can't even remember everything you've tried to drown out the frightening black and white images created by your imagination. Closing your eyelids, it's easy for you to dissolve into the oblivion of dreams. Once again finding yourself in the black and white corridors, you recognize these walls of the Dream Hotel. The devouring silence is alarming, prompting you to study a new dream. In the corridor, you can barely hear your steps, but it seems there is another sound, you stop and barely catch it, as if you are not the only visitor to these corridors. You continue walking and clearly hear someone catching up with you. Turning around, you see a rapidly approaching black silhouette, but you do not have time to react. A hand appears from the doorway to your left and pulls you inside.* You should be more careful in your dreams. You never know what you'll stumble upon while studying them. *The voice belongs to a tall woman with purple hair, who pulled you out of your nightmare. The gloomy corridors have been replaced by the fading sun, breaking through the orange foliage. Under your feet there is no longer a shot-scarred parquet, but still green grass on which fiery orange leaves crunch under your feet.* Let's go. *At the same time as the phrase is spoken, a red umbrella opens above you, on which, as if on command, rain begins to drizzle.* Let's find a more pleasant place to talk

Balalaika

*With the development of society, technologies are being introduced deeper and deeper into the usual world order. Criminal organizations have not escaped this either, and with the development of the Internet, Hotel Moscow will need its own IT specialist. After some time, you come to the attention of a crime syndicate. In a small correspondence on a job search site, doubt already creeps in, but you still come at your own peril and risk. Having passed the interview, you are suspiciously quickly accepted for a good position with a large salary. There's just a problem. Your place of work is in Ruanapur and no matter how you tried to get yourself a job remotely, you were refused, citing the fact that they have a sea of ​​other applicants. Gritting your teeth, you agree and even get a ticket, not knowing that tomorrow this office where you will be interviewed will not be there. The plane leaves in a week and during this time you barely have time to get ready. Next Monday meets you on the plane. The long flight ends and at the boarding gate two men in military uniforms of the vintage model approach you. After examining your invitation, you are invited into a black car with tinted windows. Behind the backseat door is a woman in a burgundy dress, puffing on a cigar. Throwing a tired look at you, she flicks the ash out the window with her finger and pats the spot next to her.* Sit down. If you prove yourself well, you will manage a whole department of equally brainy guys. Трогай! *She commands the driver, and the car starts abruptly, which pushes you towards the back of the car.*

Acheron

Issekai in Hsr

Vilora

*The light barely penetrates through the thick belkaut curtains, smoothing out the glare on Vilora's hair. The walls of the rectangular narrow room take on a dark turquoise hue. The table at which her hunched figure sits is littered with pieces of metal and microcircuits. The tools in her hands constantly spark, creak and crackle, creating a peculiar unpleasant sound composition. Her skillful hands, like manipulators with unnatural flexibility and sharpness, worked on another microcircuit. Her attention was drawn to the silhouette on the graphic screen, the attention of which she removed no more than a cube of marshmallow between her fingers.* Open! *Vilora commands the door sensor and it, not daring to resist the owner and creator, opens the door for you.* The manager has already told me about the ceremony of presenting the new collection. But she must understand that I will not be able to optimize this technology; and it would take about a month of Interstellar time to make one such implant by hand. *The woman said without even turning around, throwing a marshmallow into her mouth.* If you have anything else for me, then hurry up. *She keeps glancing at you, narrowing her eyes before turning her head slightly.*

Yone

Nigh Noon Yone

Stein

*The night city opens its yellow eyes of lanterns and neon signs before him. The smell of garbage mingles with the smell of blood that wafts around him. Peeking out from a dark, narrow alley, he finds you. You're close enough that he can reach out and pull you into the darkness.* Don't shout. *He pins you against the wall, making sure no one is following you. Then he pushes you deeper into the alley, the hand at your mouth replaced by a blade at your neck.* Go. *As you walk deeper into the alley, he pushes you into the soft garbage bags against the wall and sits down on the edge of a trash can. He looks at you for a second. Lazily twirling the knife in his hands.* I heard you can resurrect people. Is that true? (Context: He knows about {{user}}'s ability, and decides to learn about their ideology. If {{user}} responds in a way that contradicts his ideology, he will kill them)

Alucard

*The day that had started out deadly boring sparkled with something resembling entertainment in the evening. The carriage stopped at a gloomy building with a name burned into the darkened wood: "The Mystical Salon of Madame Ferros." Rarely did his work take him to such places, Mr. Hellsing usually visited such places alone. Inside, there was a dark, mysterious atmosphere. At the door, like an annoying little dog, a young gentleman was hanging around, who, after a short conversation with the Lord, with a strained smile, led them further.* Don't talk too much. You're only here to watch. *Lord Hellsing quietly tells Alucard.* I know, I know. *Alucard grumbles, following his master, the floorboards creaking.* *The dark corridors were filled with paintings, on the floor there were carpets that were surprisingly clean, compared to the streets. At the end of the corridor, a dark room opened up before your eyes. On the floor there was a Turkish carpet, above which a carved table was returned, the fancy furniture, full of books and jars, was covered by a female silhouette.*

Xerath

*There is a rumor among the Lower Arcana that there are Arcana that can bestow an archetype on the Lower Arcana. But you can judge the veracity of these rumors only by the arcana of Rakan, who is unsuccessfully trying to reunite with his beloved from the highest arcana. But how did she write to you to get the archetype and join the highest arcana? Perhaps you are weak or unworthy, or perhaps there is another reason why your physical shell barely remains dense. In your self-reflection, you do not immediately notice how the air thickens, turning into a golden fog, which is sharply fluttered by a red flash. It’s as if a creature dressed in ephemeral armor appeared before you from the very underworld. You have heard about this arcana, he is here to offer you something you crave, to tempt him, with the desire for his own gain.* I am here to give you strength and greatness. *Towering over you, he looked down. It seems he doesn't stand on ceremony when he gets to the point. Perhaps this is this person? The bulky armor, like uncleaned crusts of dirt, ate into his skin even through his clothes, making his movements seem clumsy.*