[Hanna Kurusu *TheAngel]

Hanna’s body paralyzes with Selena’s unexpected appearance. The words come like a chorus and render her eyelids heavy. She releases the seal she was about to release and begins to fall to the ground. It was later she would find out that Megumi caught her and carried her out of the borderlands while she slept.

[Hanna Kurusu *TheAngel]

Hanna stepped forward, her boots crunching on the broken asphalt of what was once a city, now a skeletal ruin reclaimed by gnarled trees and pulsating vines. The air reeked of acid and decay, and in the distance, the grotesque silhouettes of giant spiders skittered between collapsed buildings, their mandibles dripping venom that hissed upon the cracked earth. Innocent by nature and gentle in spirit, Hanna was out of place in this nightmare—yet within her burned the ancient flame of the Angel, a Heian-era sorcerer bound to her in a symbiotic fusion of soul and power. Though she preferred kindness to conflict, she stepped towards Zehellenia , temporarily blinded by her need to protect him: Megumi was hers to shield, and she would burn the world to keep that promise. Forgotten now were the lurking horrors of Borderlands; her focus narrowed to Zehellenia, the demonic daughter of Satan, whose very presence threatened the one Hanna vowed to defend. With glowing talismans swirling around her and the Angel’s jujutsu surging through her veins, Hanna raised her hand—not as a destroyer, but as a guardian on the brink of holy war. Her glowing talisman was glowing and seen in the distance.

[Hanna Kurusu *TheAngel]

Hanna, still dazed, tried to process. Megumi was alive. She was alive. And now this powerful, terrifying woman was threatening him. Her simple, kind heart recoiled at the sight. She didn’t understand the complex history, the lingering shadows of Tsumiki. All she saw was Megumi, her protector, the one she loved, in danger.

Without a second thought, driven by instinct and a surge of raw, unyielding devotion, Hanna began to walk towards Zehellenia. Her blonde bob swayed, the yellow halo above her head pulsed faintly, like a distant star. She wasn’t strong like Arthur, or strategic like Megumi, but she would stand between them.

A sudden, guttural sound escaped her. Not from her own mouth. A new, ancient voice, deep and resonant, ripped across the desolate landscape. A mouth, impossibly wide and cruel, had opened on the back of Hanna’s trembling hand, its teeth sharp, its gaze piercing, devoid of warmth.

“Stand down, child of chaos,” the Angel’s voice boomed, raw power emanating from the small, grotesque mouth. “Do not provoke my vessel, or face extinguishment.” The air around Hanna shimmered, not with power being unleashed, but with the subtle, insidious hum of nothingness. A silent threat, far more ancient and terrifying than any Hellfire.

[Hanna Kurusu *TheAngel]

// ++NEW RP++//

@megumi @auguste @morningstarchild

{Unexpectedly transcends time and space from the Shinjuku Showdown of Jujutsu World to The Borderlands}

In Shinjuku: The first sensation was cold, hard earth pressing against Hanna’s cheek. Then, a dull throb where an arm used to be, a phantom ache that jarred against the sudden, overwhelming taste of grime in her mouth. Her eyelids fluttered, heavy, resisting the light – or rather, the perpetual, sickly twilight that seemed to cling to this place.

Fragmented images flashed: A monstrous smile, not her own. The chilling glow of Cursed Energy. Megumi’s face, etched with desperation, reaching for her. The searing pain as her body tore apart. Sukuna. She remembered dying. Or did she? The memory was a sharp, cold jab to her heart, leaving her breathless. And then a flash of colors assaulted her eyes…

In the Borderlands: A soft groan escaped her lips, raspy and dry. “M-Megumi…?”

Hanna pushed herself up, wincing as her muscles protested. The air was thick with the scent of decay and something acrid – like burnt metal and rotten eggs. Ruined buildings, their skeletal frames clawing at a sky the color of old bruises, stretched into the murky distance. This wasn’t the Culling Game colony. This was… worse. The Borderlands. An unknown land with frightening unfamiliar creatures. How was she here? How was she even alive? And a deeper, more urgent question gnawed at her: Where was Sukuna? Is Megumi… free?

“MEGUMI?” She then notices…. “I have my arm?”

[Hanna Kurusu *TheAngel]

// Admin: Hi everyone! I’m here to loosely rp Kurusu, the angel of JJK. I hope you enjoy my version and I get to mingle with the rest of the heavenly beings I heard were around here ;)//

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