[color=#E34234][b]Takumi Minamoto - Responder[/b][/color]
[i]Third Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor[/i]
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Takumi jumped a bit when the second, unused syringe was pressed into his hands, like it was a deadly allergen - which it was, in a way. He was well-acquainted with the function of intravenous red child cell suppressants (...and the gases...and the bullets…); though the only time he’d been on the receiving end of them was during the frequent check ups the coats in the Garden subjected him to. As a result, the application had been ingrained in body as well as mind. In that doctor’s voice, the applicable locations of insertion were mentally recited and methodically matched to locations on both the kakujas’ bodies: [color=#E34234][i]’Eyes, nasal passage, oral lining, tongue, throat, reproductive tract, anal canal.’[/i][/color]

He paused, then omitted the final two. How did the quote go? “Hurt not others in ways that you yourself would find hurtful”? Having a needle shoved up his ass or worse was not Takumi’s idea of a fun time; he was a nose guy, personally. Casting aside that digression of thought, he planned a course of action best suited to neutralizing the threat of either of the two. When finished, he  turned the syringe between his thumb and index finger, just as he turned to face Hana, fresh-faced and offering a drink of her strange potion. 

[color=#E34234]“Erm, yeah. It’s definitely awesome. In a lot of ways.”[/color] He answered awkwardly, his heart going out to his fellow humans. He received the bottle in an odd two-handed grasp - his mangled hand serving as the base, and the hand holding the syringe serving as reinforcement so as not to drop the thing. He stared into its murky fluid, unsure of whether he should or shouldn’t drink it in spite of his wounded state. Like the Yakuza from the night before, he had made a point of ensuring he ate only those who deserved it like some kind of spirit made vengeful-by-proxy. It was only when Hana pointed out that she hadn’t figured out a way to preserve them that he resolved on trying to consume this concoction. A trembling, two-handed grasp brought the brew to his mouth - it was almost as if he’d been the one most heavily injured. 

And then he drank.

Typically when eating a corpse or the flesh of a charitable human, Takumi had to fight back the urge to gag so ingrained in him by his time with the CCG. Despite compatibility issues, he felt more at home eating regular food; plus, the deliciousness of cannibalistic indulgence just made it feel all that much [i]worse[/i]. [color=#E34234]“Uwuu…”[/color] he groaned, swallowing down the last bit, and watching his healing factor rapidly assert itself. He turned to Itsuki, deciding to answer his rhetorical question to the best of his abilities, as Hana was attending to her patient.

Takumi shrugged. [color=#E34234]“That’s not really my call to make,”[/color] he admitted, displaying the extent of his abilities to answer the question in a single sentence, [color=#E34234]“Actually- I think everyone, especially family, deserves a second chance. But in my experience, those don’t come easy; all actions demand karmic reparation.”[/color] He stretched his rapidly regenerating hand by closing and extending his fingers.[color=#E34234] “Ah, look at me. I must  sound like a temple monk,”[/color] he laughed, [color=#E34234]“Well I’m pretty obviously a big softie, and not the one you’ve wronged, so how this karmic rebalance is gonna go is all up to onee-san!” [/color]

It seems the thought of it not being a possibility hadn’t even occurred to the jolly brunet. 

[color=#E34234]“Anyway, I guess we should get to the bottom of all of this, huh?”[/color] Takumi turned to the teary-eyed kakuja girl, gesturing wildly with his hand, [color=#E34234]“You’re all good now, right? Everything intact-ish? Regen working well? Is it okay if I ask you a few question?”[/color] He spoke patiently; there was something in his voice that suggested a 911 responder speaking to a distraught victim. [color=#E34234]“You mentioned earlier that you didn’t come here for this.”[/color] He gestured to the wrecked room, [color=#E34234]“So what did you think you’d find here?”[/color] He steepled his fingers; it was clear that he was preparing to ask something a bit more troubling.

[color=#E34234]“And for the sake of everyone’s safety, how well can you keep your kakuja at bay? Things we ought to avoid, that kind of stuff? We’ve children here, after all.”[/color]