Welcome to KIRA's Kingdom!!
It's been nearly a decade since KIRA nearly controlled the entire world. His influence has all but faded, except for in the memories of his most devout followers. Some who remember his reign and wish it'd come to pass...
Yet there are still those who wish to never see that happen again as well...
There may be Spoilers ahead...so BEWARE!!!!
Yes! This is a Death Note RP! Really, I just want everyone to have fun playing around with what they'd do in certain situations! But so you know, there will be no Original Death Note Characters. I want each person to have their OWN CREATIONS and build them up themselves.
You can join a couple different factions as follows.
KIRA Supporters
Anti-KIRA Task Force
Police/Detectives
F.B.I
Normal People
Reporters/Newscastors
Duties
KIRA Supporters-Must eliminate targeted criminals and threats without leaving traces of evidence. Become familiar with Leaders and show their support for KIRA's actions. (NO KILLING INNOCENTS!)
Anti-Kira task force-Open up case files and investigate any connections between old and current murders. Must try to build a case against the new Kira...investigate any strange murders pertaining to the Kira case.
Police/Detectives-Choose whether to side with Kira or not. Can be some dirty cops...those who destroy evidence from within the system!
F.B.I.-A separate division, investigates in secret.
Normal People-Offer Kira or police support through encouraging messages. Also can tip off either the police, or Kira...
Reporters/Newcastors-Find your stories and let the people of the world know the truth! Take bribes or not...help KIRA or the police...you decide!
Roles
KIRA-Support_KIRA
Second KIRA-The Bone Snatcher
KIRA Supporters
Kill Sasuke
Sorajen
Dark Smile
LancelotConquista
Rexikat Rhapsody
shadows of hatred
cheriblosomchibi
Lyanti
Anti-KIRA Task Force
Lunar Oblivion
Turok Evolution
Wolfangkun
Madison2294
Luna Chan
AnCiEnT OnE
Police/Detectives
Soichi
Dangodumpling
F.B.I
SecretMusic
chessy sensei(Closet KIRA supporter) >X3
Normal People
Quiet Noise
SojiRem
omocha omocha
akira56
Reporters/Newscastors
Sole Storyteller
If you'd like to join pm me with the division you'd like to be in!!
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30 January, 2023 Mon.
" You Offer Me A Branch... Then I Will Take Of This Branch And Work My Way Up The Tree... I Will Give Of Myself To Shield The Tree From The Harshness Of Its Environment And Meet The Farmer With The Knife. This Partnership Will Flourish As The Field Does With The Rain... This...Will Be One Decision You Will Not Regret Making Mrs. Kaori... "
That's what he'd said...with such an intense gaze...I thought over and over as I sat alone on the bench seat of a cafe table...close to the window as I stared out. It was a crisp, and beautiful day; very cold outside though. I was waiting for Remu to show up, I guessed that maybe she'd had something to take care of after school...but I didn't mind waiting. At the moment I felt incredibly peaceful. I'd asked her to meet me here...in an attempt to make up for the craziness I'd probably been putting her through. Now more than ever before...now that...the task had fallen to me.
"...another cup....Ma'am?"
I broke away from my self-imposed trance to find the waitress staring at me, waiting for a response. "Oh...yes please." I smiled. As she left, the door opened and a flood of people entered, one of them with distinct green hair. My Remu had arrived. I stood up and waved her over.
She threw her bag into the booth and sat down heavily. "Ugh! I am SO sick of all this Kira-hype!" She began.
"......" I tried to search my mind for some sort of response. "Yes well...I suppose since the reporters of the 'Kira-era' garnered so much fame back then, they're all hoping for a repeat this go-round. Little do they know...that'll NEVER happen."
Remu didn't answer...she hadn't even heard what I said. She was too busy placing her order with the woman who'd brought me back my tea. When the woman departed she turned back to me. "What'd you say?"
"Oh nothing..." I took a sip from my glass. "Don't worry about it all. I'm sure it'll die down once the public grow tired enough of it. Tell me, how was school?"
I listened as she talked about her day, and for awhile things seemed completely normal for me. As though nothing had changed...as though it were just another day... By the time Remu finished her meal, she seemed somewhat happy. And then, the moment was broken by the sound of the television's volume being elevated...a news reporter on the screen.
"We've gotten word that elite detectives from Interpol have arrived here in Japan! We are unsure on just WHERE they intend to make their headquarters, or if they'll even be staying here...but we DO know that actions are being taken to suppress this "KIRA-threat". The police want the world to know they will NOT allow another repeat incident as 10 years past." The woman spoke seriously in her 'reporter-tone'. "There is also speculation that this is not the act of KIRA at all. Speculation of this was brought about by the recent deaths of several "Kira-supporters". The Group of Young Men had been rioting in the streets in the name of KIRA...and had harmed several bystanders in the process--or so claimed by the police. We are unsure just WHY they died, or even if it was the cause of this new KIRA...but this reporter thinks they WERE punished by KIRA. After all, KIRA does not accept crime in any form...and--" The report was cut off, fading back to the newsroom.
Remu was holding her head in her hands. "You see what I mean...they can't go a single day without bringing him up..."
I smirked. "Like I said, they're all just wanting a piece of fame. Maybe like that reporter there...they just want to get on KIRA's good side." My mind faded back to the day I had written their names...those fools...making KIRA look like a 'common-killer'. I would not stand for such blasphemy. KIRA was a threat to CRIME. Not a BRINGER of death to those who were innocent. And I held no grandeur dreams of worship. I was just fine killing from the shadows. Being a silent hero to those truly good and worthy. "Remu, I'm gonna go now. I have to make a stop before I head home, so I'll meet you back there alright?"
"Yeah, alright. See ya."
I left the cafe on my way to SK's place. I didn't want him to panic by this new development...and the last thing we needed was to do something rash. As I passed the market, I noticed a sale on apples. I meant to continue walking...but it became increasingly difficult.
"CoMe On!!!! HoW cAn YoU pAsS tHaT uP?!! I know you HEAR me.....come onnnnnnnnn........."
"UGH! fine!" I shouted walking in. I came back out with a full bag. "You OWE me Ryuk..."
"I'm a Death God...I don't OWE you NOTHING Human." He snickered as we walked. Now I had a full bag of apples to lug around. My phone rang...and I went for it...my eyes went wide as I lost balance of the bag and it careened to the ground. "NOOOooooOOOOOO!!!!!" Ryuk screamed as the bag hit the ground. It was though the greatest tragedy in the world had just occurred.
What a baby... I thought as I bent down to gather the apples. Then I noticed two sets of feet directly in front of me. I was...'blocking traffic' now. So I tried to hurry and clean up. I forgot all about my phone...which was also lying on the ground.
"What a mess, I hope that phone call wasn't important." The man before me commented.
"Yeah, it's a MESS. You could HELP...geez!" The other man stated quickly bending down to help me.
"Uh, you don't have to.." I started.
"Just ignore him...he's like that to everyone. Even me." The man helping me commented with a slight laugh.
The first man handed me a single apple, I looked straight into his unfeeling eyes. "We're GOING." He commented loudly and walked around me, continuing on his way. He seemed extremely irritated.
"Auron dammit!" The man helping me shouted. He put the last couple apples in the bag quickly and jumped up. "Here's your phone...sorry about him." He apologized and took off in an effort to catch up.
"Uh...thank you!" I called out after him. I didn't even remember to ask his name...but it was too late...they'd both disappeared into Tokyo's overcrowded sidewalks. I was still slightly shocked that anyone would help me at all...not in this city. They must've been foreigners.
I walked on until I got to SK's building. Ascending the stairs I finally came to his door. I wondered if he would panic by me visiting without warning. He'd seemed slightly panicked the other day...but perhaps that was only around a lot of other people. There was still much to learn about him...
Taking a deep breath I knocked on his door and waited.
-Kaori
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I'm trying to catch up in everything once again. -_-' Sorry ppls... T.T
January 29th, 2023 – 9:30 PM
Tokyo Airport
OK, I’m finally here. Tokyo. And to think that, 15 years ago, I’d have done this trip with much more joy. Now, only to think at what I’ll have to eat for the next months… Yuck!
Kira… Is it possible that he has returned? It’s all I can think at while I drag my luggage across the airport, trying to find the way out, and a cab. I enter the first one I find, and collapse on the passenger’s seat. A long trip, crossing no less than seven time zones… It’s not easy.
“Where to, sir?” the driver asks in poor English.
“Juyoh Hotel, please. No need to rush”, I answer in Japanese, better than his English. He seems unamused. I try to break the ice with the most interesting subject I can think of at that time. “So… Kira, uh?”
“Yes”, he answers, unenthusiastically.
“Is that true?”
He faces me when he stops at a red light. “Yes. That’s me.”
What?! Have the long flight damaged my brain or something? Only after a while, I look at the driver’s license right in front of me. “Kojiro Kira”. I laugh.
“God, you’ve scared me! For an instant I thought...” I look back to him, and he continues to face me with that unique Japanese gaze, capable of making you feel the most idiotic person in the world. “Stupid gaijin”, that’s what he must be thinking right now. I shut up for the rest of the ride.
Finally at the hotel’s room – a tight cubicle with a so-called bed on the floor – I drop my luggage and start thinking. Has Kira really returned? And, if he did, why would he be on Japan, again? Why to start looking for him here?
Smiling, I remember why. I was still a dumb teenager by then, but I learned that well. How did that “L” guy pinpoint Kira’s location at the first time? He went after the first mysterious death, and assumed that was a test of Kira’s powers. And I found the same pattern. Well, almost. Natsukiho Takamura. After being declared innocent by the Japanese courts, he walks out through the front door. And then, out of randomness, he attacks a reporter and dies in an orgy of blood. Quite the exquisite death. Is that a good clue about Kira’s whereabouts? Well, it’s better than nothing.
Anyway, here I am. First step: interviews. A small essay, just for start. What does the Japanese people think of the rumors of Kira’s return? First impressions, just so that the boss doesn’t think I’m doing nothing around here. Then, maybe I’ll contact the police. What will they do about it? And, one day, who knows? A one-on-one interview with Kira himself? Imagine that… I could write a book out of it! “Interview with Kira”!
I think of it for awhile, and then start laughing at myself. OK, it’s official: jet lag has damaged my brain. Wearing the same clothes, I collapse on the bed, hoping that my body clock will be back to normal by tomorrow.
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Finally, I’m a part of this RP! Sorry for taking so long, and for any English mistakes! Marco is up for a slooow start, LOL.
It’s been a long time since I last tried first-person narrative, so I’m open for critics and suggestions.
Hello All. I See That It's Become Rather Dead Here In The Kingdom And I Can Asure You That Both KIRA And I Have Not Forgotten About It All Now I Can't Say For Sure I Know What's Up With KIRa But I Know That Her And I Have Been Rather Busy Recently And Haven't Had Much Time For Things. I Apologize For This Seeming Deaht Of The RP But Hopefully We Will Be Able To Put Something Up For Everyone Soon Once Things Calm Down And Aren't So Heacktic On Our Ends
~ The Bone Snatcher (( SK ))
I am looking for any police or detectives that would like to help me start the new task force
"Try it again and the next place you are going to stay is prison!" I repeated her words sarcastically. God, she was so . . . childish and posessive. She thinks she's hot shit. I rolled my eyes and started to restack the piles in front of me.
Not even an hour later, the door opens. I look up, expecting to see the 'She-wolf' carrying a bag of groceries, but, unfortunatly for me, I don't. Instead, I see the guy I smacked with the frying pan and a few others like him. Total, there were four, big, greasy looking guys standing in front of me.
I stood slowly and they turned their attention to me, then to Frying-pan Guy. Frying-pan Guy and I looked at each other for a short moment before I jumped onto the couch and landed behind it. At the same time, Frying-pan Guy juumped at me, and opne of his lackeys rounded the couch, knives drawn.
"Aw, come on you guys!" I called. I hoped I sounded steadier than I felt. "I don't even have a weapon!"
Frying-pan guy laughed crudely and went back to the kitchen. He returned a second later holding the frying pan. How ironic. He tossed it to me without a sound.
"Kay," I said uncertainly. "Let's go."
I held my frying pan aloft, waiting for one to strike, but they all stared either at me of Frying-pan Guy. So I sighed, stretched my arms and jumped to the right. One of the lackeys took my fake and jumped forward as I jumped back. He landed on the floor in front of me and I whacked him hard across the side of the head. He lolled forward and fell onto his stomach.
"Next!" I called as I ran around the couch and swung my frying pan at another lackey. He ducked and came back up with his knife drawn. I stared at it, waiting for him to swing, and he did. Just before the blade caught my ear I brought the pan up again and heard the blade break on the iron. The sound practically shattered my ear drum. I brought the pan down on the top of his head and he too, fell on his face.
Now there was only one lackey and the originial Frying-pan Guy. They stood side by side. I considered my options, then quickly decided to go for the Frying-pan Guy. I thrust the pan at his hip and he brought his blade down on my wrist. I felt it cut through my shirt and into my skin.I gasped in pain and icked him in the side of the knee. As he fell, I smacked the lackey in the shoulder with the flat side of the pan. He jumped back after the first blow and I took the opportunity to grab Fying-pan Guy off the floor.
I readched for his hair, but my finger raked his bald scalp, so I settled for the collar of his shirt. I dropped the pan and twisted his arm until he dropped the kknife, which I snatched off the floor and held to his throat. T remaining lackey stood steady with a level stare.
"Start takling," I demanded. "What the hell do you want?!"
Just as I thought I was going to get an answer, the door opened once more and in walked the She-wolf herself.
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Wow, took me for EVER to get this in, my bad. Hope this was as good to read as it was to write. ^^
Elizabeth
