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This is something to brainstorm with your KNY OC(s), maybe even to do a little bit of roleplaying in the comments of this post. It is up to you. In this scenario, your OC is invited to, or hosts, a traditional tea ceremony. If your OC is a Hashira, they are more likely to host one.

1. Where is it set?

2. Who hosts the ceremony and brews the tea?

3. Who is the potter who made the dishes?

4. Who are the guests of this ceremony?

5. Bonus Question: >!Who ruins the ceremony?!< 🍵

CONTENT WARNING: Mentions of serious illness, death, injury, and xenophobia.

!It was an epidemic. It was strife, felt by those most vulnerable. It crept along Honshu, coming along in droves on ships, on wheels, on legs, and on feet. It came at the most inopportune time, and yet, the most opportune time of all. The white of one’s face, choked. The skin of one’s teeth, bubbling with blood that is or isn’t their own.!<

!Foreigners…!<

!...foreigners…!<

!...they all bring it here. And they will all suffer it, just as I did - just as we all did.!<

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If your OC is affiliated with the Corps…

!Your OC has been assigned a mission to slay a demon. Ordina

!​!<Once it had been in his system, all was askew. The shapes of the shadows were wrong. The movement of the wind was wrong. Everything was sharper, less dull, brighter, even louder. He heard chirping from nowhere.

K’SMAK!

The demon threw a hand up and slapped the floor, the sound of his palm whipping tatami causing the slayer sitting nearby to flinch.

“What are you doing?”

The words did not register in his mind. The demon lowered himself onto his hands and knees, crouching low, his amber-red eyes focused on a singular point on the tatami mat where the shadow of a potted bamboo stalk swayed in a rogue breeze. He looked every bit a cat whose hunter instincts had been t