Jacque whistled lowly as he sauntered about one of several suspected feeding grounds in the Nerima ward in his search for ghouls. Thus far nothing had cropped up, which to him was fine considering he was more so interested in mapping out the other wards on his way back in case such information was ever needed. With him being given clearance to patrol a bit outside of his designated sector, the mercenary took the time to thoroughly comb over the areas he hit, although not so thoroughly as to not keep track of the time. After all: He was being paid to patrol ward eight, the other wards were merely being checked for future personal gain rather than for the sake of him going above and beyond in the name of duty. With yet another section turning up neither useful tidbits or signs of ghoul activity, Jacque pulled out a small tablet like device from one of his coat's interior pockets and hefted his weapon up to support it while he typed. His fingers were a blur across the screen as he brought up his notes section and started to type, 'Ward 20 notes: Rumors of the docile nature of the Nerima ward are thus far appearing to be true. Strangely the ghoul activity here appears to mirror that of the Kōtō ward. CCG patrol units appear to be equally scarce, making the lack of ghoul activity all the more of an oddity. Places of interest: Antieku coffee shop (pretty good coffee; given the diet of ghouls this might be a popular place among their kind) and Shakujii Park (large; plenty of places to hunt and hide).'.
Satisfied, the mercenary restored the device to its resting place and allowed his weapon to dangle at his side once more before spinning on his heel. He was stopped in his tracks by the sight of a familiar form blocking his path. "We meet again. I don't suppose you're here because you forgot to ask my name earlier, did you?" He asked the old man, "I'm afraid not son, though I suspect you already know what's coming next, you being with the CCG and all.', the man retorted with a gesture towards the weapon in Jacque's hand. Jacque exhaled loudly through his nose and rolled his head a bit, eliciting a series of pops from the vertebrae in his neck, "I just want you to know son: This isn't personal. It's just you or me, and a guy's gotta eat." The man said as the sclera of his right eye turned black and his iris red, "I understand, so long as you understand that i'm not going to make this easy for you.". Jacque extended his thumb and pressed the button on the handle of his quinque as the old man began to rush forward. The blade of the weapon lit up a vibrant shade of orange as part of the blade swung out and unfurled to its full length. The old man meanwhile prepared for battle himself: His left arm exploded into a red mass of Rc cells before reshaping to form a massive two pointed claw in the shape of a double helix.
Jacque hefted his weapon up as the ghoul bore down on him with the tip of his kagune. Knowing full well that he was no match for a ghoul in a match of strength, let alone a koukaku user, Jacque lunged to the side, leaving the pointed tips of the kagune to pierce the asphalt rather than the soft flesh it sought out. The old man grit his teeth and ripped his kagune out of the ground at an angle to block Jacque's molten rhapsody just before it could cleave into him, leaving the two staring face to face momentarily, "One eye huh? That means you were human originally, right?", "You know yer stuff.".
The old man quickly overpowered Jacque, forcing the mercenary to bend a knee as he continued to press his quinque against the kagune to avoid being impaled "This weapon means you're a rank two, right? How long've you been working with the CCG?" "Two years, but i'm a bit of a special case." Jacque growled through grit teeth "Oh? How's that?". Jacque pulled his weapon away and rolled to the side, but not before receiving a blow to his shoulder for his troubles, "Sorry-" He began as he reached up and grasped the bloody mess of shredded clothing and flesh, "I'm not at liberty to discuss my job. Orders are orders.. The old man nodded knowingly before he charged again. This time Jacque waited until his quarry got in close, then, as the old man reared his kagune back to begin his assault, Jacque placed both of his hands back in his quinque and twisted to the side as the old man lunged with his kagune. Despite his ghoul nature the old man was still affected by the ravages of time; as he struck out at the open air, he was too slow to pull back as Jacque's weapon came down hard on exposed flesh. Were Jacque not injured the cut would have been clean and precise, the quinque would have sliced vertically through flesh and bone and left a relatively neat stub in its wake. That was not the case here: Jacque's injured shoulder forced him to alter his cut, to angle it part of the way through to mitigate the pain in his shoulder he received for his action. The result was a mess: The kagune dropped off, exposing torn flesh and the shattered remains of the old man's humerus, topping off the gruesome display with a splurt of blood as his arties attempted to pump blood into a limb that was no longer there. The old man shrieked in both surprise and agony as he fell forward onto the ground thanks to his momentum. Jacque wasted no time waiting to attack again. He pressed his foot on the small of the old man's back and brought his weapon down twice, the first time; at the man's neck, both to allow an efficient kill and end the man's pain filled struggling swiftly, and the second; below the man's shoulder blades, ensuring that the there would be less weight to carry when someone came to cart off the body to extract the man's kagune sac. His work done, Jacque stepped back and fell onto his rear before fishing through his pockets for the small hand radio he'd been issued by the CCG. With a wince he pressed the 'all call' button to broadcast to all available CCG radios, "This is rank 2 officer Jacque Marrow. I've just dispatched a one-eyed koukaku type ghoul and am in need of both a clean up crew and medical attention. I'm currently located in the sublevel of a parking garage in Ward 20, approximately eight miles due east of the Anteiku Cafe. I repeat, eight miles due east of the Anteiku Cafe, parking garage sublevel". With his message delivered, Jacque dropped the radio and gripped his bloody shoulder before gingerly bringing a knee to his chest to prop up his arm.
