[center][h2][b]Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo[/b]

[color=8882be][b]Asoka "Mercury"[/b][/color][/h2][/center]

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Asoka squinted at Takumi's poor attempt at comedy. Seriously? She was offering him free sex, maybe even a threesome, and he risks a complete catastrophe? Absolute degenerates indeed. Before the emergence of their new issue, Asoka would have already retreated her hand from Takumi's pants, quickly balling it into a fist before smacking it against his abdomen. Was it hard? Relatively speaking, no, but we'd be talking about a Ghoul with advanced hand to hand skills. He'd feel it alright. 

Her expression melted to one completely dull. She was turned off by the clear resistance of both, despite Hana's previous display of questionable impulses. Asoka wanted to dominate them, but it wouldn't be fun if she had to rape them as well; too early! Not that she ever needed to forcefully get someone in bed, excluding intoxication. Her frustration would be put on pause however as the 'ding' coming from the elevator having hit its destination floor seemed to catch everyone's attention, including the tyrant's. And what came out would make the little thug get on her guard immediately. 

Miyako looked exactly like these little street shits she'd recruit for temporary muscle. Temporary due to the fact that their life expectancy was absurdly short, especially when tasked to do certain trade operations. No, unlike the other two who seemed to welcome Miyako with open arms, for some reason, Asoka simply narrowed her eyes and remained quiet for a second. While her ghoulish smell did trigger an annoyance in the shortest's mind, the foul odors of someone who hadn't showered for a while  quickly overwhelmed her before anything else. 

"[color=8882be]Really, guys? You let this shit in but refuse let [i]me[/i] in?[/color]"

Rolling her eyes, she approached the masked ghoul. Asoka had no idea of her relations with Itsuki, and as far as she knew, it had little relevance to what was to come. She was not going to let this bum of a ghoul settle in while she was residing in the clinic, and heck, she could even use the kids as an excuse to keep away such strangers. 

While not intimidating with her size, her body language and frozen gaze would be enough to display a large difference of power between Asoka and her siblings. She was the dominant, or at least had the traits of one. And if anything wouldn't please her, Asoka would be the one to deliver judgement when she saw it fit. No fear came out of her; it seemed she was quite used to homeless ghouls begging for help. He disgusted look made it all the more clear she had no interest in helping Miyako in the slightest. 

"[color=8882be]What's your deal? Coming here during the day with some fucking gay mask? What do you want? Dope? Food? What is it? Why the fuck would you come to this shit ward? Get this garbage off.[/color]"

With that last order, she'd be quick to take a violent initiative. Her hand would reach out to nab the mask out of Miyako's face as only a meter separated them. The girl would notice how swift Asoka was in such a range, how well coordinated and precise her movement would be. Fighting would be the worst alternative in this case, but between Asoka's pride and need for control, and Miyako's current exposed position, this could go wrong in so many ways.