[IC] Tokyo Ghoul ∑ [Reboot]

[AtomicNut]

Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo

Hana Kurosawa

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Hana hummed ever so slightly as she cleaned her plate, neatly picking up the dirty dishes and not-so neatly dumping them into a washing pile next to the basin. Her head tilted so slightly, she grinned upon hearing Kazuya's comment. She gave a complicity stare to Mii, and then the twins.

"More the reason to teach her to do so. She has to know when to whack one to naughty kids who... let's say, wreck rooms ceded with kindness from a senior... no, Ka-kun?" She added folding her arms in an autoritative pose, her entonation dropping significantly in the more obvious attempt to scold the two. Her grin turned quickly into a faux evil smile.

"How should we punish them, girls?" Hana cheered, eyeing Mii, Ginmaru and Kinmaru.

"The hell of tickles!"

"No, no, make them eat loogies!"

"I...think...maybe they should sleep in the wrecked room?"

"You heard your sister... I hope you learn the lesson not to scuffle in the clinic. Or next time, Hana-chan will submit you to the hell of tickles and make you eat loogies!" Hana added, waggling her finger.

Meanwhile, downstairs, a very panicked Yoko failed to utter any kind of words, before gasping wildly and harken. "Doc-doctor Shen!" Obviously, she had failed to recognize Hana's first name, or maybe she pretend she had heard nothing. After all, the man that called himself Itsuki was drawing a lot of attention towards himself.

"Oh, what do we have here? Some beggar who jumped in a trash compactor? Hmm...?" The bald middle aged doctor extended his arms in a mockery of welcoming, helpful gesture. "Worry not, you came to the right place..." The doctor said, his hands tracing for Itsuki's shoulder, when a third voice was heard.

"I think we oughta leave it to Kurosawa, you know she loves to take in destitutes under her wing." The croaking, hoarse voice of CB, also known as the Carrion Beetle, came from behind a closet. The crude, slightly hunched man came into scene, bearing a mop and a bucket.

"Oh yes... After all, she needs to clean her own messes once in a while. Get it, messes? Eh? Yeah, no use of humour in this late hour. Ah well... I have more patients. CB, you take it from here, yes?" The human doctor added, taking a sharp turn, before the elder ghoul grabbed the young one and led him to the elevator, using his key to grant him access to the fourth floor.

"Kids these days. No tact nor wits. Next time use the fire exit, you dumbass. This isn't the 24th ward, you know. And now I'll have to work extra hard to wipe out the trail you left." The old man whispered a final grumble, before closing the door and sending Itsuki upwards.

Hana tensed so slightly, the smell of ghoul suddenly hitting her nostris, and of Ghoul blood. Without thinking, she interposed herself between the five kids, the corpse and the two supposed lovebirds, her gaze peeking into the figure that would stumble through the elevator.

"Ikki! You're hurt!" She broke in a small sprint towards her sibling, obviously concerned about his state. She shouldered the male ghoul as best as she could, her eyes scanning the wounds. Kagune wounds, and more than one source.

She paused. "I'm sorry kids. Hana-chan has a little job to do before we all can go to bed. Okay, first of all, Itsuki, eat a bit. It'll activate your regeneration and help me stabilize all those wounds."

It was then when Hana, expertly reached for the dead yakuza's corpse... and produced the poor victim's manly jewels complete with apparatus before showing it into Itsuki's hand.

Totally on purpose.

Who said Asoka could be the only jerk?

[Grey]

Takumi Minamoto - Enter: Itsuki
3rd Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor

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Takumi was suddenly struck silent upon hearing such harsh words from Asoka. 'Degenerate, huh...?' the brown-haired youth thought, face struck with a rather grim expression. He rubbed his eye with his left hand. "Guh... I think I feel my heart breaking already. I might actually cry!" he joked, wiping a way a non-existent tear and flashing a grin to indicate to the others that he was just feigning his distress. He returned back to silence quickly afterwards, and remained that way for quite a bit of time as he stared at the gap between the seventh room's door and the tastelessly decorated floor. As true as the suggestion might have been, that didn't mean it was painless. "...That's a really troublesome mindset, heh..." he quietly remarked, speaking more to interrupt his prolonged silence than to make a true comment to anyone else. He exhaled and quickly turned back to the next center of everyone's attention: Rin departing and the poor fellow made into ghoul grub.

Well, first thing he'd have to do was deal with Rin. She had addressed him after all, and it'd be rather rude not to reply in a timely manner. "Mmm.... Maybe next time," Takumi answered as noncommittally as he could, "I've got all my stuff set up here and it's nighttime and the weather's not all that good and it's the third ward and... Um..." Ever since he was younger he'd had a hard time saying 'no' to people he was well acquainted with, and this situation was hardly any different. Although thinking about it, that wasn't exactly asking for a push on the swings or his share of the cookie jar. At any rate, his style of answering questions in the negative was still as equivocal and excuse-ridden as always. He rubbed the back of his headsheepishly, having now decided to stop making paper-thin excuses. After he'd silenced himself, Hana piped in with a concern about the unsavory individuals running amok. For someone as lawful as Takumi, the idea was a bit worrying. "What's the problem with just staying here anyway? It's probably a lot safer." he asked whilst simultaneously making a mental note of possibly having to address the issue personally.

Finally, the tone of the conversation turned to something more child-oriented, or at least as child-oriented serving a corpse with finesse could be. He didn't understand the need for theatricality; they were ghouls, so what was wrong with just eating the thing and being done with it? And although Hana had asked him to watch, he doubted that there was much he could learn from Hana's way of preparing choice cuts.

After all, if there was anything Takumi knew, it was how to cut apart a body.

...But he decided to watch anyway. It's not as if he had anything better to do, and his nee-chan might feel bad otherwise. He eyed the tiny knife that his elder sister ejected from her kagune. An unorthodox use of ukaku projectiles, but he knew that he really shouldn't be talking considering how bastardized his own kagune use was. Of course, such a display was only the introduction to the upcoming performance. She was fast, as ukaku ghouls tend to be, and very precise in her work. Unfortunately, there was a particularly annoying seed in the back of his mind wanted him to tell her that she was doing it wrong. 'Too inefficient. Too many wasted, shallow cuts. Too much preoccupation with cleanliness,' Takumi thought, measured breaths the only sound from his person. There was a mental pause as the children reacted with delight. '...It's not real. Just a show,' he reminded himself as he scratched at an inch on his elbow. "Nee-chan's really smart, isn't she?" he commented thoughtlessly. He couldn't analyze an autopsy with such precision, but he did know a few ways of... But that's not the sort of thing you think about in this kind of company.

Of course, now they were serving food, and that was not something Takumi was all that comfortable watching. As such, Takumi turned his attention to anything else. "...?" He heard the elevator moving up before it dinged on arrival. Then there was the smell, like flowers in the garden. 'RC cells, blood, Ghoul,' he turned his attention to the door. He reached for his back, stopped, and relaxed his arm. 'Wait, I know this one,' he thought, easy peering over the top of the shorter vanguard. He wasn't entirely surprised to see Itsuki here since Rin had told him he was still hanging around, so his reaction was a bit less wonderful than it was with the girls. Similarly, he regarded his brother's condition with blithe indifference; he was, after all, supposedly a man of many enemies. Takumi regarded his wounds: the small puncture wounds peppering his body suggested fast piercing attacks. Considering the nature of his kagune, Takumi was inclined to assume a ukaku attacker. Despite all the blood loss, he knew he needn't worry since there was a body ready for-

Takumi made a strange choked noise somewhere between horror and laughter as he recoiled backwards, eyes falling upon the "present" that Hana had prepared for him. He locked eyes with Itsuki, and communicated the unspoken message of: 'Good luck.'

[Savato]

Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo

The next day?!?!

Asoka "Mercury"

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What an awful night that was. Not the sleep, no, the whole mess that occurred before she finally got to reach the merry world of dreams. If she were to be completely honest, seeing her past relatives could be considered a small plus, but interpersonal relations were always so volatile with Asoka that it barely even mattered. A dreamless sleep, perhaps, but a very soothing one as she awoke with a fresh face when her phone's alarm rang to indicate it was time to wake up. It'd be in the middle of the morning, on a school day mind you, but it appeared as though the small tyrant didn't have that in mind right now. Her slow and calm mannerisms emitted no sense of urgency or anxiousness whatsoever. Asoka would take a nice, warm shower before heading to the dining lounge of this makeshift hotel, dressed up with her plaid shirt and jeans from last night.

The remains of blood that was poured here, ghoul blood no less, gave Itsuki up. She could tell he was back, not that she expected him to be dead or anything. But it'd be unfortunate that she could not witness the stunt pulled by Hana on the male. If Asoka were there during said event, or heck if someone were to inform her, 'Dick eater Itsuki' would follow the poor lad for at least a month, or a year. Nah, let's not kid anyone here, it'd follow him forever.

"Morning y'all."

There'd be no real enthusiasm in her greeting, her voice giving the impression that it was just a routine courtesy rather than her wishing her 'friends' a good morning. The female ghoul made herself at home and served herself some warm coffee from the machine every ghoul probably had in their household by now. A mug filled with cappuccino, not her favorite but whatever, she needed something to start her day up. Though oddly enough, she didn't seem to desire any form of nourishment. Having not eaten since yesterday night, it could warrant some worry from the more nosy of people that would be enjoying some breakfast. Or Brunch.

"Issei Sagawa finally apprehended ... HAH! I knew he was a fucking attention whoring Ghoul! Someone's going to be buying me a new camera today~"

The sudden random claim made by Asoka would just be her reading the headline of today's daily whatever. It was a newspaper, and being the typical millennial, she only bothered with news on the internet, so the physical paper didn't mean jack to her. The crazy cannibal was finally arrested despite legal loopholes and was proven to actually be a ghoul. A glorified one too. Maybe the French were just not used to ghouls, or maybe that Dutch girl was more important than the shits ghouls ate on a daily basis.

She'd often check her phone, keeping an eye on the time as events flew by. She had a class later today, but for now she felt a bit too lazy to move or do anything productive. Though that wouldn't help her image as a freeloader.

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Ward 5, Bunkyo, Tokyo

Our Good Ol' Friends, the CCG

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At a far too familiar spot for our young heroes, the doves had laid their venomous nest on the remains of what was once a beautiful mansion that housed many innocent children. Just a few hours after the orphans had left the Hayasori building, the CCG had managed to find the place and declare it as an official 'crime scene'. No crime was committed, evidently, as no body or traces of well anything could be found. And yet, access to the perimeter was sealed off with a couple of run of the mill agents made sure to enforce the barrier while an investigator conducted their work.

"So, why are we stuck with sniffing duty when a hot pot was detected down in Ghoul city?"

"Hell if I know, but they moved more than one special class on that case. Knowing that, I'll tuck my tail between my legs and gladly pussy out over here."

"Wow, the years haven't been kind to you, Tendo. I mean ... At least seventy bodies found ... Some are human, but most are ghouls. They don't know the details but aren't you at least a little curious?"

"No."

The two officers were dressed in the typical armored uniform, looking a lot like local peace keepers. One was pretty young with long, blonde hair (most likely fake) while the other who was the least enthusiastic of the two looked middle aged with short, brown hair and a goatee. They weren't the only ones in the area however, as they only served as backup for the associate special class conducting this investigation inside the house. In reality, this case would be better suited for lower levels, but certain conflicts within the establishment ended up with the investigator in question stuck with bottom of the barrel cases like this.

Enter Shinji Hariyama Trusdale, child of a westerner married to a Japanese native. A young investigator in his mid twenties who has displayed great efficiency multiple times in the past. To end up in such a dead end job must be a result of heavy dishonor, a mistake that could not be easily forgotten. Nonetheless, he took it without ego and accepted it fully. He'd conduct his work as usual, paying attention to the finest of details. By the books but also a fresh new pair of eyes for the older special classes, he'd always be early on the spot with his reports ready for his partners' arrival. Speaking of which, he would meet his new assigned co-worker on this specific case.

"Oi Tendo, he say anything to you?"

"Sure did, one of their captives gave this place away real fast. Must've been some kid, because if I were in their place, I'd milk my time there as fast as possible. Once you spill the beans, well, you know how cost effective they are in those places."

"Kids huh? Jeez, kind of makes you think how bummed you have to be during orientation day to end up here, aye?"

"No."

[Raijinslayer]

Itsuki, Takeshi, and Kazuya

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The Previous Day

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Itsuki looked from the offered body part to Hana, staring her in the eyes, before taking it and flinging it right at the face of Kazuya, who'd look like he was on the verge of bursting into a fit of laughter. Instead, he let out a sharp and slightly girlish scream as the appendage smacked him full in the face, which was soon followed by a crash as he fell over in his attempt to avoid the flying meat, moving backwards too quickly and smashing into the body, sending the dead Yakuza over so that it fell on him, as well as covering him in all of the blood that had been caught by the bag.

As this happened, Takeshi, simply minded his own business, now glad that he had decided not to antagonize the scary man from before by laughing at his misfortune. He couldn't stop himself from shaking a bit, however, as Itsuki walked over, though the activation of his Kakugan was a sure sign that he was ready to fight the older ghoul if need be. But all Itsuki did was tear off a good amount of the meat and set into it, eating at a slow pace as his gaze fell on each of the kids, before he set the cart up right and put the corpse back on it, earning himself the glare of a pissed off and blood-covered Kazuya, which was promptly ignored.

"Considering I had to actually eat those during my time in the 24th, where food could be particularly scarce, I'm sorry to say I must decline. Also, if anyone here tells Asoka about this, I will kill you before she has the chance to annoy me to death." While it sounded like a joke, with Itsuki's dry delivery, it was kind of hard to tell. As he continued to chow down, he finally noticed the two familiar scents that were present in the room, turning his head to see Takumi and Rin. He gave them a nod of greeting, his mouth to full of food to speak, before turning around to speak to Hana.

"No need to bother with me too much, these will be fine soon enough and you'd just waste good bandages. I've dealt with much worse than these pinpricks in the past couple years and besides, ghouls don't get scars." Taking another couple of bites, he could already feel his wounds closing up as his regeneration started going. "Now, if you'll excuse me, while I'd love to know where you found Rin and Takumi after all this time, I'm tired and will be claiming a room. Night."

And with that Itsuki opened a random unclaimed room and went inside as he finished the last of his meal. Closing the door behind him as he walked in. He'd then strip of his clothes, laying them out on a nearby table before he fell asleep nude on the bed. As he felt the softness of the sheets, he took a second to simple marvel at the feeling of softness that enveloped him. It had been years since he'd slept on an actual bed, and it felt absolutely divine. Rolling up in the sheets, he formed some form of coccoon, with only the bottom of his feet and the top of his head being truly visible as he allowed himself to fall into the cool embrace of sleep.

Meanwhile, Takeshi would offer to clean up the blood that had spilt before he went to sleep, not wanting to just laze about and do nothing while him and his family were getting free food, shelter, and care. Kazuya, pissed at having to take another shower, would simply click his tongue at his younger sibling for being such a tryhard, before cleaning up and heading to bed in his and Kazuya's shared room, not caring if it was slightly messed up. Takeshi would follow eventually, sleeping next to his brother out of habit, as they tended to huddle together to stay warm in the cold of the night.

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The Next Day[/hr]

Itsuki awoke slowly, having been unused to having an actually deep sleep in some time. As such, he was rather groggy when eh awoke and thus seemed to forget where he was for a moment. As such, when he got up, he forgot that he wasn't dressed in his clothes and instead just walked up to the door draped in the sheets from the other day. He'd see Asoka making coffee, another luxury he'd been apart from for so long, and walked over to where she was, getting a mug for himself while he raised an eyebrow at her outburst.

"Who the hell is this Issei guy?" He asked, a bit curious as he looked over her shoulder to read the newspaper article she was apparently looking at.

Takeshi and Kazuya were both still asleep.

@Savato@Grey@AtomicNut@Liferusher

[DELETED7282737]

Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Rin

Takumi declined Rin her offer of staying at her appartment instead. Rin gave a single nod of the head of understanding his situation. He tried to convince Rin into staying here too saying it wasn't such a bad place. Rin averted her eyes to the right without turning her head but said no more. She walked further and talked to Hana a little before she wanted to head off on on her own. Hana seemed a little pissed off at her it seemed. She didn't know Hana could be like this too instead of always sweet and carring. It was only a slight hint of the emotion but it was definitly in there. With a straight face she stared at Hana. Rin didn't see much problem in going past a few ghouls. Her own ward might be more dangerous than here but she couldn't say. A short flashback reminded Rin off a few moments she was still defenceless against a lot of other people and ghouls. She was in a few cases of sexual abusement but suddenly stopped thinking about it before she could space out completely.

Rin knew Hana was gonna be worried about her if she went out on her own. It made her feel kinda warm knowning someone was still thinking about her safety. It was a long time ago a feeling like that occured to be honest. Rin gave a short nod at Hana for taking her advice and staying for the night. She didn't want to get spotted too much by the CCG or they would get to know her to well.

Rin's hips and shoulder blades started feeling warm and enveloped in glow. Blood, she could smell it. There was a ghoul comming towards them but who could it be. Upon seeing Hana she knew who it was. It was her nii-san Itsuki. He looked like he was in bad shape. Scraps and all the likes over his body. Rin was a little concerned seeing him like that but didn't show and sympathy whatsoever. Instead she sat back down in the corner and watched the drama unfold.

Itsuki greeted Rin without saying anything but she did not reply and just gave a simple glare at him. She couldn't really trust him yet. He had changed so much over the years she almost didnt recognise him. After that most of them went to sleep. Except for Rin who remained staring at the front door for as long as she could. She didn't trust this one bit. Being with so many ghouls in the same place would surely give them a penalty. Eventually she also went to sleep.

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A small dark haired girl was lying bundled up on the ground on her side with her face facing the room. She hadn't pulled out any of her clothes but with a fair amount of effort her underwear could be seen from under her skirt. Her short arms were lying close to her chest with one of her hands balled up like a weak fist with one of her thumbs sticking in her mouth. She was peacefully panting and looked like the cutest thing ever at the moment. She had fallen asleep while watching the door but wasn't planning on taking one of the rooms anyway.

[AtomicNut]

Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo

Hana Kurosawa

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Stretching lazily, Hana moved carefully, trying to get a mental recap of what had trascended yesterday before going to sleep. Itsuki had reacted in a poor sloppy manner, scared the kids a little more, and then chowed down on a corpse, filling it with all of his slobber and wasting away some edible parts in an unsalvageable mess. Then, he barged into a room as if he had owned a place and did not leave an option to even be questioned.

He had thrown the body part at one of the kids. Really now. Well, it was still fairly edible, so she put it in a tupperware as a treat to her receptionist. She really LOVED that specific bodypart, that Yoko.

Really, that dirty mouthed brat of Take-kun was even more polite than him. And that was saying something. His offer to clean up the blood had been rather cute, so Hana gracefully accepted the help of the little one with a sigh. She was too tired to scrub it all, so she merely left the yakuza corpse in a manageable state, before carting it away to the basement freezer in a silent, stealthy trip. She then handed a couple of rooms more, for Mii and the twins, figuring out the little ones would not part away with eachother.

Rin for the most part... stood in the entrance. Ah well, she figured given her nature she would take a key on her own eventually. She pondered on inviting Takumi to her bed aswell, but decided that it could be too soon for that. And the fact Rin was making moves on him could be seen as jealousy.

"Do you want to share the room with Hana-chan, Takkun?". She eventually teased. Well, victory goes to the bold. And besides, he was earning more points than Itsuki at this point. By virtue of shutting up and playing along with the flow.

And then it came the hard part, as Hana obviously did not go to bed at the same time as the others. Instead, she spent a couple of hours typing e-mails and figuring out an schedule for the clinic to run temporally without her. "Familiar matters" as she excused it away. Organization. Schedules. Food. Clothes. Schooling. Those five little runts needed all of that, and it would be neglectful of her if she didn't plan for all contingences.

Somehow, the short-time arrangements were made without a fuss, although it'd make that Shen smug as fuck, CB concerned, and Yoko a bit jumpier than usual, plus some 3rd ward ghoul authorities raise some eyebrows, but it was acceptable."Haha, you did it, Hana. You. Rock." She said to herself, before her ghoul senses caught some faint knocking.

She doubted it was Itsuki saying sorry for being a jerk. Probably one of the kids having some sort of trouble. Well, she had to play mother hen now, had she not? And there they were. The twin cute girls that even made that brash Asoka melt. Staring at her with lost puppy eyes, shifting and grabbing each other's clothes, their stares on the ground.

"We couldn't sleep" said one of them.

It was then when she noticed Mii was tailing the both of them, also embarassed.

Hana displayed a tired smile, and tapped their heads, before raising the sheets on her bed, and allowing them to nest there, with the tired doctor in the middle.

And that's how she spent the rest of the night, with other three presences on her sides. They didn't move much, only to cling even further towards her. Apparently, her breathing and body heat seemed to work like a wonder drug for the kids, and after a little muffled sobbing, they were resting peacefully. She couldn't help but empathize. She still remembered those first nights sleeping alone, when taken under the Old Man's care.

Wriggling herself out of the dogpile, still in some kind of ridiculous banana pyjamas, which somehow couldn't hide all of her curves, she gave a small kiss on the forehead of the twins and Mii, which shifted, still asleep, before taking some definitive strides towards the coffee machine, black circles in her eyes.

She spotted both Asoka and Itsuki, clothed and wrapped in sheets, respectively. There was some random comment about a certain Issei ghoul. Probably someone who thought themselves untouchable, as it were.

"Hana-chan thinks he's a guy living on borrowed time." She chirped back, before doing a double take at the machine."...A-chan, that's the cheap stuff for the normal visits. Let me correct the mistake..." Hana said, pulling a bag with a gaudy text about a Super Colombian Flavour Bomb. It pressumably contained coffee, but with the way the bag was sparkling it could've been gold.

Fixing herself a really aromatic coffee, she then eyed Itsuki. And then Asoka."By the way, Ikki has told Hana-chan not to mention he has eaten a lot of ghoul dicks in the 24th ward." Hana herself blurted out with a candid smile."He refused the one Hana-chan offered yesterday. And then he threatened Hana-chan...Waaa, Ikki, you're mean~!"

[Grey]

Takumi Minamoto - House of the Rising Sun
3rd Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor

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Time slowed down as the flaccid appendage soared through the air like a majestic eagle. With mouth agape, Takumi watched as it crested its arc and began its quick descent into the face of a poor, traumatized - well, more traumatized than he was before, at least - youngster, impacting his forehead with a loud, wet smack. The cramped entry space of the hotel-turned-clinic-turned-hotel-again soon became filled by the cacophonous sound of screaming child and blood and bodily scraps flying everywhere. Takumi plugged his sensitive ears and simply looked on with mildly entertained interest as he waited for all the noise to finally die down. Of course, he'd also be caught in the crossfire considering his close proximity, but a little bit of blood never killed anyone. Besides, if he didn't want to stain the sheets, he could just change back into his old clothes.

And if there was anything here that might kill someone, it was Itsuki. Sure, he wasn't the sunniest guy before, but these past eight years did little for Itsuki's good humor. Honestly, Takumi wouldn't even be that surprised if the white-haired kid shat himself, what with the bestial gait and the savage consumption of the human body. At this point, the commotion seemed to have died down, so the half-ghoul dropped his arms and released his ears. Which was fortunate, because that meant he was able to hear the gem about the topical sacrifice that life in the 24th Ward mandated. Takumi pursed his lips and looked off to the side, a bit second-handly embarrassed as it were. 'Bad call, Itsu-nii. There are some memories that are best kept to oneself,' he thought, looking at the wallpaper like it was some kind of modern art. "Promise I won't," Takumi nodded, earnestly unwilling to subject his elder brother to such humiliation. He gave a little wave to Itsuki as he retreated into a vacant room like some kind of creature of the night.

He stood in place for a few moments and processed the surprising stream of events that had happened so far. Then he boxed those thoughts up and filed them away in the depths of his mind before helping the white-haired kid and Hana clean up. There was no good in idle hands, after all, and having "child labor" do work for him was just something he couldn't abide by. Blood was a bit hard to get out of this kind of flooring, so it was a bit of an uphill struggle in that respect. A little bit of the ways in, the kid left to go to sleep. It was as he was diligently cleaning the carpet, that he was posed a certain question by Hana. He was sure she was teasing him, but he wasn't all to good with reading into these sorts of things. T'was a good thing he wasn't directly facing her, then.

"..............................................................................................................................I...have my own....Um...Thanksfortheofferthough."

Takumi pursed his lips and began scrubbing more vigorously. This was going to be a clean place by the time he was done, goddammit. With that said, did it come as any surprise that he didn't manage to finish?

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Next Morning

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Now, to say Takumi Minamoto was a morning person would be an understatement. Ever since he was a child, he had been waking up bright and early with fastidous dedication and an unhealthily high amount of energy; today was no different. Of course, he didn't go around waking everyone up like some kind of asshole; he just went out for a nice little walk. His return was heralded by the sound of the elevator rising and opening. "Oh, you're awake now," he commented before switching to a more chipper tone, "Hope everyone's having a good morning so fa~a~ar..." The pitch of the last word changed as he slowly stepped over Rin, doing his best not to disturb her. He slipped off his battered shoes and set them to the side before approaching the dining area where the other adults had gathered.

Instead of the absolutely delicious smelling coffee, Takumi opted for a simple cup of water. Why he only drank coffee on special occasions was a mystery? Maybe there was some kind of defect in the experiment that ghoulified him, or maybe he was just a masochist. Who knew? Who cared? Exactly. He took a seat across from Asoka and Itsuki. True to his promise, he hadn't at all remarked on the dick eating fiasco even as it came up in conversation; all he did was drink. "...So, uhh, with that bombshell dropped..." Takumi began, "...What're we doing with the kiddies?"

[Savato]

Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo

Asoka "Mercury"

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The first one to emerge from their cave would be none other than Itsuki. The one with the most threatening presence, really, because expressing a callous disregard for the lives of kids, clumsy at that, sure made him go up high in the douchebag scale. But nonetheless, he'd also be first in line to have her respect. Well, not as equal, no, he'd fit the profile of henchman she'd fodderize for better trade deals between territories. She'd respect his lack of any attempt to look 'normal', because they weren't, around each other. While still oblivious to Hana's game, it was clear that her behavior was either insane or some kind of defense mechanism. As such, a weakling.

The two others, she knew little of really. One is silent, kind of creepy, maybe she'd be like the super terrifying archetype ghoul they'd display in future fear propaganda. The other literally just popped in and had tits on his face a few moments later. Formulating an opinion on that would be way too taxing.

"Sagawa? Some idiot who went to France, killed a Dutch girl, ate her, abused laws in Japan to avoid conviction, wrote a retarded comic about his murder, thought he was untouchable. I bet with my friend, Ellie, that he was a ghoul. LO AND BEHOLD I JUST MADE 1000 YEN!"

Clearly excited, she failed to notice the very strange coffee Hana was suggesting to the little dictator. What the hell was this brand? Why would they name such a tame treat such as coffee like that? This smelled like scam, but her cup was already being filled. While surely ungrateful, she wasn't bad enough to outright tell Hana to shove it since it was kind of a free meal. She'd just stare at the mug, completely disinterested in consuming that thing.

Something else would lighten the mood, however, and it'd be Hana's very crude joke. Though at first, Asoka's eyebrows furrowed, unsure what to think of what she said. But realizing that she was actually VERY SERIOUS, a large grin would form upon her features while her index finger ascended before waggling at Itsuki's direction. A massive 'OHHHHHHHHH' followed. Itsuki was condemned at this point. There's no way he was going to escape from this one, Asoka would make it her duty that this would haunt him for the rest of his life.

"Ooooohhhhh Itsukiwi is a curious little boy isn't he?! Mmmmmmmhmmmm, Itsu-pee-pee is in the house! Tell me, do you curious boys eat your own horns to release tension? 'Cause I knew a few humans who'd do a lot to be able to suck their own dick. HAH! You're living proof some people can achieve their dreams! Be proud, Fellatuski!"

While she continued on to pretty much destroy Itsuki's patience, the emergence of the second male of the gang would prompt Asoka to raise an eyebrow. While all the glee she got from today's news and inflicting misery upon her unsuspecting brother, this guy just appeared. All happy and cheery on a WEEK DAY. Heck by his appearance and his smell, he just came back from a walk, or maybe a run.

'Wow, why are the guys I'm supposedly related to look so fucking douchy?'

Asoka wasn't a morning person, at all. Quite the contrary, she was allergic to the morning and quite the night gal. Upon seeing her opposite, she couldn't help but react negatively. But that would be just the start. The young man would have the audacity to engage in the conversation involving the kids Asoka had completely zoned out. To that, she'd righteously reply.

"Way to break the mood. Jeez, are you going to ask us all to do a bunch of push ups as a morning ritual? Though that could help Itsuki build some biceps~ Boys at the gym sure like that, don't they?~ But seriously, the kids are YOUR problem, not this gal's who so happens to have Macro-economy this afternoon."

And with that she immediately established her complete lack of care for these kids. Or the situation her supposed 'family' had gotten itself into.

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Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Rin

The last one of the group had slowly risen from her slumber. Her eyes were squinted as she tried pushing herself off of the ground. She carefully gazed around her and gave a bit of a confused look to where she had fallen asleep. It was right before Takumi his door close to the hall towards the exit of the apartment. She didn't remember what she was doing but she assumed she had been watching the hallway. Her clothes were all ruffled and stinked a little from having worn them for at least 2 days now. Just like her hair that was ruffled like someone petted her like crazy. The so called morning cut was displayed on her head.

Rin stood up from her spot and quietly wandered towards the kitchen with her body half hanging because of the sleep. Rin slacked over towards the coffee and made herself one black cup of coffee. She shoved herself over towards the corner of the kitchen area and sat down like she did before, on the ground. Rin gazed in front of her as she lightly sipped the coffee from time to time. Every time she sipped a little she tried to suppress the face of disgust she made because of the bitterness. She still didn't like coffee it seemed. Rin softly rubbed her eye and gave a wide jawn. Her eyes fell on Itsuki who was wrapped in sheets. She wondered why that was. Was he that cold? It wasn't assumable that that was the case. It was pretty warm in Hana's place to Rin's taste so she doubted that was it. Maybe she would find out why he was dressed as this. She moved her head a little towards the floor at her side trying to look under the sheets if he had something to hide maybe.

[Raijinslayer]

Itsuki

If looks could kill, then Hana's head would've exploded into a billion tiny little chunks the minute she opened her mouth in that annoyingly playful tone of hers that alert Itsuki to what she was going to do before she even got it all out. It was a short-live glare though, followed shortly by a sigh as Itsuki simply counted down from three, pointing toward Asoka as she finally understood that Hana was in fact serious, his sighs only getting deeper as she continued speaking, his eye twitching ever so slightly as he tried his best to shut down any responses he wanted to make. There was simply no point in playing her game, as he knew he wasn't nearly witty enough to beat this Asoka in wordplay and would simply just dig his hole deeper and have to deal with all of her annoying nicknames at a more frequent rate. Instead, he turned his attention back to Hana, his gaze narrowing a little, though this time in more of an annoyed fashion than one of any actual anger.

"Not mean enough, apparently. You just couldn't help yourself, could you?" He asked half-heartedly, not really needing answer. As much 'fun' as them poking fun at his rather traumatizing and painful memories of desperation were, he wasn't really in the mood to humor them by getting upset by their dumb antics. He walked over to the coffee maker, sticking a random thing into it and waiting for it to brew, looking over at Takumi as he asked them about the kids. Before he could reply, however, Asoka beat him to it, and, though he hated to admit it, she shared a similar mindset to him.

"Whatever you guy's decide to do with them, it's got nothing to do with me. Only offered to take them in out respect to the old man, but since Hana seems to have things well in hand, then I'll be washing my hands of them. Besides, I'm sure you've noticed how I'm not much of a people person anymore." Itsuki cracked his fingers as he spoke, a bit of a habit he'd had since he was young whenever he was feeling uncomfortable. The feeling of his knuckles popping always seemed to get his mind of off what ever it was that was bothering him. "Moving on from that, I'm going to be going out in a bit. Have to go visit a . . . friend of mine that I haven't seen in some time."

Itsuki expression became unreadable as he mentioned this 'friend', but he seemed unlikely to say anything more on the subject, reaching put from his wrapping to crap his cup of now brewed coffee and taking a slight sip before he once again turned his attention to Hana.

"Hana, do you have any nice-looking clothes around that you're not using? The place I'm heading to is probably going to be okay, but it's best if I don't roll in there dressed in my blood-stained rags."

As he spoke, he would be too busy with talking to the others too notice Rin's attempt to look under his blankets, and while he held them reasonable close together, she would be able to tell that he was likely either naked, or only wearing underwear due to the fact that his legs were completely bare.

@AtomicNut@Grey@Savato@Liferusher

[AtomicNut]

Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo

Hana Kurosawa

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Hana's sight rythmically followed each and everyone of their responses, taking small thoughtful sips of her coffee while it. Itsuki's murderous stare made her tense so slightly, not because of the stare but more of a concern of being self-aware of his finicky overblown responses as of late. Her lips curled in a smile upon seeing the sleepy-faced Rin fumbling for coffee. Seriously, Rin, how could you act so cute despite being completely antisocial.

"Rinrin...good morning. You might want to have a shower. I also have some old clothes of me which could fit you if you want to." She cooed, her eyes then resting on the other three ghouls.

"Hana-chan is a mother hen sort, so relax, she has that part covered." She said in response of Takumi's question, and Itsuki's and Asoka's negative."It's not like Hana-chan had faith in either of you in first place. I'm sure inflation models are waaay more interesting." She finished, a hint of poison in her voice, before clasping her mouth with her hand."So much vitriol in the morning. Might be because Hana-chan underslept quite a bit. Hana-chan apologizes." She said, drifting towards Itsuki, her arms wrapping around his shoulders from the back, her banana pajamas against the blanket, and her lips inching closer to his ear.

"Hana-chan missed all of you, bakas." She said, in a whisper that would make Rin proud."But you can't expect Hana to not be mad at people threatening her charges at her clinic." She added, her finger tracing for Itsuki's nose before gently poking him."Stupid"

She breathed slightly, her eyes flickering towards the lot."I intend to school the kiddies, just like the old man did. This clinic could use some inheritors and more ghoul staffers. I hope they don't object too much." She said in a more serious tone, weighing her options."First, though, an unpleasant business must be taken care of. I need to shake the doves for information on that Tooru the kids mentioned." She said, biting her lip, finally adressing Itsuki once more.

"I do have clothes, but you're not going anywhere like this, Ikki." She said, her eyes staring into his. "You were hit by at least two kagunes yesterday, one of which I suspect was a quinque, rather, by the unnatural straight nature of the cut." Her grip strenghtened all of a sudden. "Plus you're in very poor mental state. At any moment, you'll break down and snap at everything. You need rest, counselling, and talking with people. And I could use some pointers on what I'll find in the fifth ward."

She paused, was she forgetting something? "About the clothes, well, they're Ward Leader Tsurugi ones, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind if i explain it pretty please. Don't make this an habit, though."

[Grey]

Takumi Minamoto - Call to Action
3rd Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor

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"Pfft. Like morning push-ups are going to help," Takumi waved that suggestion away with a gesture of his hand, "No... The only morning ritual going on here is the one I use to absorb everyone's energy and good cheer in the morning!" He made sure to tilt his head to the side like a cute anime girl, and to enunciate his words with the utmost brightness. He took a sip from his drink before setting it down to listen attentively to the rest of his answers to his inquiry. Once most of the concerned parties had spoken, the young man began idly swished the remaining water in his cup, apparently pondering his siblings' answers to his question if that look on his face was anything to go by. At least Hana could see that he'd taken that 'relax' bit to heart; so far his reaction was as benign as could be expected.

'On the bright side, nobody can say I didn't try,' the half-ghoul quickly downed the last bit of liquid in his cup before standing to get a refill. He supposed that it was only natural for most of the answers to be in the negative; Everyone else seemed to have civilian lives to return to, so it's not as if they could suddenly take on a great responsibility like this without a major upheaval in their daily lives. 'Yikes,' he thought, a realization coming to him for the nth time, 'What have I been doing all these years?' If the Old Man was alive, he'd probably be kinda pissed. But thatt was fitting, in a way; he'd always had a knack for somehow managing to disappoint people when it counted the most, ha. He hummed a jaunty tune he'd heard on the radio as he filled his cup back up. Turning back to his compatriots, he spoke up. "Well, I guess you guys gotta do what you gotta do," his voice carrying just enough awkward airiness and genuine sincerity to make it seem, well, genuinely awkward, "S'not like I can fault you for it."

Granted he hadn't committed to contributing to the upbringing of these kids either, so that was as much a statement of mutual understanding as it was an absolution of any guilt. That isn't to say it hadn't crossed his mind but, like most things, Takumi would cross that bridge only if he had to. While he didn't like how Hana was taking on all the responsibility, he knew there wasn't a whole lot he could do to help. Fortunately it seemed she had everything covered to a satisfactory degree, so he could tuck that decision into the recesses of his mind. With that in mind - or rather, not in mind - he returned to his seat just in time to register the first item on Hana's agenda.

"I wouldn't be surprised if he's dead," the ex-CCG commented, taking an unconcerned quaff. From what he could infer, this 'Tooru' was one of the kids, which really didn't help his chances in Takumi's mind. Children are known neither for possessing information of great value or powerful kagune to farm for briefcases. Best case scenario was that this kid knew how to bluff, or that the agents with ownership rights feel uncomfortable with the situation and are currently trying to delay it. "I'll help how I can, but I'm not hurting any investigators," he was very adamant about that; although maybe not for the reason that he himself thought.

He perked up quite a bit when Itsuki mentioned visiting a friend of his. "S'it some kinda lady caller?" Takumi asked innocently, setting down his drink and looking to Itsuki with surprised wide eyes. Itsuki himself said that he hadn't been much of a people person, so this friend was obviously someone who'd torn down his walls. And combined with that 'tall, dank and mysterious' aesthetic that he seemed so fond of...

Yes, this was obviously the correct conclusion.

Takumi was now invested in this situation, but whether this was a good or bad thing was up for debate. "Oh, I've got some spare clothes handy," he piped up. Considering that Itsuki was only about two centimeters taller than he was, what fit him should, in theory, fit the other. "I'm not sure black's your color though."

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Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Rin

Rin drowsily stared at Hana for a moment. Rin didn't seem like she was much of a morning person and looked pretty uninterested at Hana her advice's. After Hana mentioned the possibility of getting some old clothes from her Rin's sight slowly wandered downwards. She glared at the rack of Hana for a moment and looked back at Hana's face again seeing if she was really serious about that. From which age did Hana have clothes for Rin, it made her ponder. With a somewhat annoyed look she slacked to her corner while half muttering.

"I don't like baths."

Like a shark RinRin silently approached her prey. She was lying half across the floor as her line of sight only widened into the world of the blanket. She could tell Ikki wasn't much of the shaving type by his hairy legs. She was pretty much lying with her head against the blanket now but still had to venture deeper. It was truly magnificent seeing true nature under the blanket. Rin lifted the blanket up a little with two of her fingers but as soon as she got a peek of his naked bum she let go of the blanket gently brushing the blanket over her face as it fell into place again. She moved her head away and sat upright with her legs crossed. Her face was a little red as she stared down at the ground.

Apparently Ikki was gonna go out soon to meet friends. He was acting so casual about it, it was almost like he didn't even care that he got hurt that badly yesterday. Rin glared at him in disappointment. He was thinking too much of himself. She averted her sight to some nearby wall and was reminded on why she never liked to do stuff with Ikki, too pushy.

Still she felt a little bit of responsibility to help her dumb brother out. Takumi offered his help so would Rin do the same. She gave a quiet nod and pointed at herself.

"I can help too..."

[Raijinslayer]

Itsuki

"Yeah, yeah."

Itsuki was unfazed by Hana's comment on him and Asoka's lack of desire to care for the brats, though her following whisper did draw a slight look, though he chose not to say anything, though he did look a bit annoyed at her poking him in the nose, he wrinkled it a bit before readjusting his coverings a bit. As Hana went on top give a spiel about her plans for the kids, he kind of spaced out, lacking interest in what she had planned, only to have his eyes lock on to hers as she expressed her desire to keep him there to enact more treatments on him, something he found unnecessary and bothersome.

He was about to give Hana a piece of his mind on the topic when Takumi chose to comment on Itsuki's desire to meet someone, unintentionally hitting a bullseye, though not in the way he thought. The dark haired ghoul immediately froze for a second, his eyes seeming to fade out as he remember his lover, his teeth gritting together before he let out a sigh, feeling the usual depression falling over him that always came when he thought back to those times. He looked from Takumi to Hana to Rin, who seemed to be red in the face for some reason, before he decided to speak.

"Thanks for the clothes Takumi, and black will be fine. Perfect, even, given that I'm visiting a graveyard." Itsuki spoke in a low tone, the depression not really showing through as he tried to act nonchalant about it, though whether he was successful about it or not, he wasn't too sure. He turned to Rin, giving her a slight grin, empty and lacking in real emotion, in response to her request. "I'm sorry, I doubt there's much you can help with in this regard. If you really wanted to, you could come with. It might do to have someone watching over me, so that Hana doesn't throw a fit over just cause I got a few scratches." Itsuki pounded on his chest to show that he was just fine, and he suceeded in not wincing as the pain hit him. He wasn't hurt bad enough that he couldn't fight if need be, but he wouldn't be able to fight at his best, less he reopen the wounds. Still, he'd be damned if he was going to stay here a second long. He'd been putting this off long enough, and he knew he'd likely lose his nerves again if he didn't do this now.

"Is that good enough for you, Hana? I know you have my best interest at heart, but this . . . it's something I need to do, okay?" Itsuki's voice caught in his throat a little as he took another breath, a memory flashing in his mind at the time that almost brought him to tears, but he continued on, refusing to let himself breakdown here. "I'll let you give a check-up when I comeback, alright?"

@Savato@Grey@AtomicNut@liferusher

[Grey]

Takumi Minamoto - Not That Kind of Morning
3rd Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor

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"KHHF-" Takumi restrained the sudden urge to spit take, and swallowed down the water and air caught in his mouth. "Wait... What." he sputtered, as if his surprise needed any additional establishment. His earnest heart had been expecting a cute, shoujo-esque blushu-blushu kiss-kiss-fall-in-love kind of thing, not something as dour as early morning grave visitations. Jeez, and Asoka said he was the one who was killing the mood this morning? Unfortunately, that's just how these things go; at least he could roll with the punches. "Shit. Sorry about that, man," Takumi stated, though more for the common courtesy than for actually expressing any legitimate regret over the loss. It wasn't like he knew the dead person at all, and he usually shied away from sentiments like that. Bad for morale - case and point. "I'll... just go grab that shirt..." He stood from his seat, did a little 'I'll be back' gesture of his hand, and headed for 'his' room to pick up the promised black shirt.

His quick return to the central living space was heralded by the aforementioned shirt flying at the back of Itsuki's head. This roughly coincided with the final few statements from Itsuki, begging to be allowed this one chance at mourning his loss. Awkwardly, Takumi rubbed his forearm and cleared his throat. "I think you ought to just let the poor guy go," he agreed, trying to improve Itsuki's argumentative footing. As much as the idea of visiting a graveyard - and suggesting that someone else do so - contended with his worldview, watching his brother stew in eternal lamentation was no good either. "...Mental health's important," he added as vague and also rather flimsy justification considering Hana had already brought that issue up. It was clear that he wasn't entirely sold on the idea of sending Itsuki off, and was probably just doing this out of pity. "I'm sure he can hide from the CCG for an hour or two." He swiped his cup from the table and gave it a few contemplative swishes. "Could always use the buddy system to keep safe, like nii-san said." He took a sip. "Umm... Yeah. I guess."

Takumi shrugged and craned his neck side to side, getting out the kinks with audible pops. "We should see about getting info on that kid first, whether nii-san goes or not," he thumbed at the clock, "Time's a wastin'"

[Pirouette]

Miyako
Awaken from Slumber - 3rd Ward

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The harsh bang of fresh garbage being tossed into a metal dumpster along with the rotten smell of yesterday's catch stirred a slumbering monster from her accidental snooze. Ideally in a stakeout, the person who was spying would never fall asleep lest something important happened at the location that they were staking out. For example, letting that Rinkaku Ghoul slip away undetected or even worse, being discovered after that certain side of you willing exposed your identity. But it was no use now, as what was done was done. Groggily, Miyako rubbed her eyes in an attempt to wake up and focus, even rising to her feet and shake herself from head to toe to stave off the exhaustion from last night.

Last night... That had hardly gone the way Miyako, the real Miyako, had hoped. As it turns out, killing a bunch of lower ranking, uninformed ghouls to lure a higher ranking, informed ghoul was not the best strategy when you have an internal struggle for control with an inner demon. Despite not being in control, she could remember the entire night. The fight, the CCG showing up, the Rinkaku's flight, and the very long night Miyako had to track that ghoul. Rinkaku's dripping wounds was eventually the trail that she picked up. Unfortunately, she didn't manage to find her stakeout spot, an alleyway just down the street from the Clinic, until after the sun began peeking above the horizon. It wasn't her first experience this late, in fact, she was rather conditioned to it, but despite her supernatural powers she is still mortal.

While recalling last night as if it were all a drunken stupor, Miyako stumbled out of her hiding place and made her way to the "mouth" of the alleyway and leaned weakly against a building while she kept her eyes glued to the front door of that Clinic. It was at this time the question of "Was this all really worth it?" flashed through Miyako's head, but the question was quickly dispelled. In truth, she did not know if this was worth it but she was on a detective case and this was a lead. Her only lead at this point. Up to this point, Miyako had been having a tough time cracking into the Tokyo Underground as she was a fairly new to this changed Tokyo. Of course, she wasn't deterred by it. She knew what had to be done and her experience from Italy was paramount to her work now. But first thing first, Rinkaku had to be found.

Last night, Rinkaku made the mistake of answering Miyako's summons and as a result, she thought he would know something. However, Rinkaku may not even be that important anymore as there was clearly some significance to this Clinic. Miyako could have followed Rinkaku's scent trail inside with all the blood he lost last night, but she didn't dare. Her back still ached from being thrashed and she was exhausted at that point. Regardless, this Clinic appeared to be pretty ordinary so it made it all the more stranger that a very strong ghoul would wander in seeking assistance. His wounds must have been clearly identified as caused by a Kagune, so why risk exposure for this particular clinic? Clearly something was inside, but as to what, Miyako did not know.

A trip inside could provide Miyako useful information but it had a hitch. Rinkaku was likely to identify and compromise Miyako if he was still inside which meant it was all the more important she know if he has left or not. Thus, the stakeout continues.

[AtomicNut]

Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo

Hana Kurosawa

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Hana stared at Itsuki, then Rin, then Takumi, then Itsuki again. She sighed, tilting her head sideways. She let out a pained smile, nodding in acceptance. "Hana-chan understands, Ikki... just be...safe, alright." Her stare met the floor as she shuffled around, looking dejected, trying to cope up with the fact Itsuki was stubborn as a mule.

And as if on cue, her stare shot upwards once more. And she was smiling. But it was not the usual cheery and bubbly smile from Hana. This one was full of cynicism and cruelty. As if on cue, her usual upbeat voice dropped an octave all of a sudden."You'd love to hear this from me, no? After all Hana is a worriwart, and a fool, and whatever she says, she doesn't understand the need of Itsuki, the great Kakuja ghoul who is still weeping because some ghouls killed her whore." She dropped, staring intently at the Kakuja.

"The needs of the many, Itsuki, the needs of the many. Turns out you know valuable intel...because a ghoul capable of sending you to MY clinic in THIS ward, could upset the carefully laid out status quo? Do you even know what that word is? Of course not. You only built your strength, and cared about your shiny kagune."

She shrugged. "But I'll spell it out so you can understand. Tell me who your attacker was, and then you can drop dead on your lover's tomb. That is my condition and fee, non negotiable. And don't even think of dine and dash." She said, her eyes now displaying both Kakugan.

[Raijinslayer]

Itsuki

Itsuki looked at Hana with a sort of restrained calm, not overtly reacting to what she said. The only way you could tell that he was pissed off was that his Kakugan was fully active, the white orbs clashing with Hana's crimson as they begun their clash of wills. After a few moments, he took the shirt offered by Takumi without any words, taking a seat in order to put it on while still keeping his dignity. Once it was on, he did find it to be a bit on the short side, but not too much that it was unwearable, just a tad uncomfortable. He then returned his gaze to Hana, not really seeming to intimidated by her ultimatum.

"You're right about one thing . . . I don't give a flying fuck about your damn status quo. It has nothing to do with me, because I was only here to have a place out of the rain to sleep. I don't know jack-shit about the crazy bitch who attacked me back at the warehouse, but I do know the only reason she's still breathing is because the Doves came around, and while I could've dealt with them easily, dead doves just bring more of their flock. The only reason I'm telling you this is, simply put, because i respect the operation you have here. You try to pick a fuckin' fight with me, and you'll see what a Kajuka can do personally. I might now win, but I'm certain I;ll make enough of a mess to bring the CCG to your doorstep." As he spoke, his Rinkaku began to slithered out from underneath the blanket, the jagged scales seeming to clatter against each other in warning. With his Kagune still out, he'd get up and head to the room where he'd stayed the night. If Hana or any of the others tried to do anything, he'd strike with out mercy or compassion, but if they let him pass, then he'd pass without incident into his room. After a few moments, he came out with the same pants from last night, the new shirt, and his over-coat. Still looked shady as fuck, but at this point, he didn't care.

"Enjoy your day, enjoy the kids, and have a good fuckin' life. Hopefully, you don't end up in someone's stomach or briefcase."

And with that, Itsuki would leave the building, not feeling like he needed to stay anymore.

[Savato]

Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo

Asoka "Mercury"

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Some people got salty, some remained cheery, it was all too mundane for little ol' Asoka who simply wanted heads to fume and mornings to be a little more ... Action packed. Sans the CCG of course. They were just general party poopers. Though she couldn't help but feel more and more sickened by Takumi's radiating positivity. Hana was one thing, with her attempts to belittle her brilliance as possible, but this was too much. Sleepy Rin stood in the middle, leaving angsty Itsuki to counter balance the other two. The great lord Asoka, goddess of Asokaism, would have to restore balance by being one hell of an antagonist in this little clique.

There was this focus on the elder's activities, the reasons why he was wounded and what he was out to do now. He was a ghoul so inquiring such a thing would seem to be somewhat redundant for Asoka. Entering this conversation would seem as enticing as watching Rin attempt to formulate a sentence longer than ten words. As such, Asoka would simply peer her attention over to the newspaper set on the table, next to her mug of coffee. She'd skim page after page as revelations came to be in the exchange she overwatched with very little interest invested.

"Lady friend? I thought we established he only ate dick ..."

She added, her eyes remaining dawned over the various headlines in the budget piece of paper. No signs of snickering however, perhaps she thought a tad bit of seriousness would add more to the humor. She didn't want this to end up being a dead horse already now did she? Not that she'd mind, as long as it tormented Itsuki.

"... But maybe you prefer ghoul dick? I mean ... It regenerates so ... Wow, we may be onto something, Itsukiwi! Maybe we can patent it once Ghoul porn becomes an actual thing~"

Her eyes were finally driven back to Itsuki, the snarky and condescending tone back and shit eating grin as big as ever. At exactly the right time too, as the graveyard mention made the whole story clear. Would it change Asoka's mind in the slightest? No, not really. Ghoul mentality was strong in her, and as such she would have little to no regard for the loss of loved ones, especially if it involved not so brilliant, violent man eaters.

But then ... It happened. She snapped, not Asoka, but the supposed dim witted sibling of her's. Hana was showing some interesting development here, something that would make our little tyrant abandon her read in order to confer her whole attention to the two in conflict. Eyes glimmer as she blinked, pleasantly surprised by this turn of events. Biting her lower lip, it made her all the more excited to see Itsuki react accordingly to it all. Were they going to fight? Was the nerdy doctor going to continue affirming her dominance? Would the angtsy one leave after attempting to slaughter all he considered family? She hungered for a euphoric conclusion.

"Mmmm fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!~ When did you get so hot, Hana-Banana?~ Screw Rin, lemme in that bath if you promise to keep that trashy, shit mouth of yours running! <3"

Ascending from her seat, she approached the hot battlefield they had laid out. Casually stepping on the still dormant Kagune Itsuki had displayed for intimidation purposes. Kakuja or not, he wasn't exactly doing the smartest thing here. One had home advantage, one had unknown abilities and one could rip at least a portion of his kakuhou from her position, not to mention crush parts of his Kagune from the get go. And only with her hands and feet.

"Shit. I'm horny now. Either let him go or I'm ripping that dick-like tentacle of his. I am oh-so getting rid of distractions."

Eyes were lazy as she stated such a blatant fact about her libido, lips pursed afterward. Her gaze remained on Hana, however, or rather her always so enjoyable cleavage. The monster's little tongue could be seen cleansing her thin lips as her desire ceaselessly grew. Only one thing could turn a power monger like her to that point, and that'd be a immense display of authority in the most unexpected of circumstances.

[AtomicNut]

Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo

Hana Kurosawa

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Hana's semblance tensed visiblely, as her fists clenched. To the observant eye, shifting could be seen underneath her banana pajamas, a sure indicative of her kagune about to be activated in response to the heavy handed threat. Her eyes darted to Asoka's comments, who found the whole thing amusing. One thing Hana she agreed with the little mischievous brat was that Itsuki's tentacles were gross as male bodyparts.

And then out of a sudden, she inhaled once. Her kakugan disappeared in a single blink, as well as the shifting, but the angered expression was there. "So that's what you really think. That everything thing is about fighting your way in the world. Even to prove the fact your way is the only right way, and that you are never wrong. That only your base cravings matter. And for that, you're flailing your kagune about, directing threats against your stepsisters and stepbrother, and attempting to bring ruin to a place who is a beacon for both humans and ghouls in this rather hostile ward. Not to mention the fact that you're aware we have children there."

She paused, her arms planted on her hips firmly."You know what those people are called? Trash. You're just a trashy, shitty bully wannabe who wants to feel special, who wants a tap in the shoulder and justify yourself that you did it for the right thing, for the right way. Because you killed a lot of people, and you can't handle being a wantom murderer. You. Make. Me. Sick. "
The female ghoul finished, not before curling up and tensing up a last time, readying her attack. And out of nowhere it went, a glob of spit landing square on his face.

"There's the ration for your travels, you Kakuja trash. You know where the door is." Hana stated, before composing her semblance once more, the cheery, ditzy visage people were familiar with.