[IC] Tokyo Ghoul ∑ [Reboot]

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Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Rin

Rin averted her eyes when Asoka started talking shit about Itsuki. She didn't really care about what she said about him and didn't want to get involved with it either. When Rin declined the bath offer Asoka seemed to take it. She made some ridiculous lovers comment only she could make. Rin pouted beneath her scarff and let out a soft nonserious unphased voice.

"Baka Aho ka"

She averted here eyes once more. Itsuki replied to the offer of her help. He didn't sound to fond of her joining his little trip to his friends at the graveyard. Rin shifted her eyes to a more glaring look pointed right at him. Why couldn't she trust him. It was a weird feeling. She wanted to but she knew he wasn't gonna be okay on his own.

"Still coming..."

Hana finally agreed to let Itsuki go. There was something. She could smell. It was near them. Hana noticed it too. Rin carefully sniffed the air. Unfamiliar. Hana knew her though. She stared at Hana as she clearly broke down. It was over with her business that she had ran it seems. She had seen Hana like this before, rarely though. Maybe only once or twice. Hana was a good person.

The extra limbs Hana had were full out spread across the room. She was mad at Itsuki. Itsuki likewise, he didn't take it from Hana. Were they gonna fight? Rin wasn't sure. Itsuki's personality took a change when Hana had mentioned the ghoul from outside. He still seemed rather collected and calm about the situation. He threatened to hurt them though by pulling out his kagune too. Rin was unphased.

When Itsuki got dressed and all he suddenly decided to leave. Hana had her last painfull words with him and decide to make him leave instead. She didn't want any more scum in her house. Rin kind of wondered if this would be the right thing to do. Hmm she felt a bit gloomy for Itsuki though.

[Grey]

Takumi Minamoto - Stop! You're Tearing This Family Apart!!!
Third Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor

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In a single moment, the atmosphere of the room became electric. The kakugan of two beliigerents flared to life, and kagune unfurled, threatening each other and any interlopers. This was certainly a volatile situation. Takumi held held his hands underneath the table, bunching them up into trembling, white-knuckled fists. He did nothing more than watch as Itsuki crossed the room like a mad dog and Hana dispensed her venomous invective. Civility was thrown out the window as threats were loosed against the bystanders, and more insults were said than proper responses. To be fair though, Hana's sudden, angry change was understandable, given the uncooperative nature of the eldest male, who was dealing with his own emotional problems in turn. But despite his rationalizations, Takumi's disdain for it all was readily apparent on his face, as much as he tried to maintain a hard line with his mouth. His instincts were screaming at him to do something about it, to put down this anarchic dick-measuring contest, but he couldn't muster the will to move - not out of fear, but out of ambivalence.

As much as he wanted to lose his shit and shout angrily about how this farcical mid-morning conflict was tearing their family apart in a desperate attempt to create a semblance of harmony, he understood that the damage had been done. There was no changing the past, and the underlying issues here were beyond his comprehension and ability to deal with. Thus, instead of adding fire to the flames, Takumi just breathed out a long, heavy sigh and slouched back into his chair. It was far too early to for him to deal with this sort of melodrama, so he did his best to tune it out. He swiped the newspaper that Asoka had left behind and began perusing the articles as the two - now three - continued their little scuffle. If there was anything to be said about his past antisocial reading habit, it was that it left him with a particularly useful skill for the purpose of not liberating oneself of the outside world. He was now in his own little realm of Dutch cannibal serial killers, trashy celebrity romance, and political bullshit that required more context to understand than he cared for, even if he was still going to read through it like he knew what was going on.

'What am I doing? Even I know this is bullshit.'

Takumi tossed the newspaper across from him. It was like a constant noise in the back of his mind, urging him to do his part against his best judgment. If only to appease his own conscience, he would say something. He trained his eyes on the family and rested his elbows on the table. "To think, eight years pass and we're already this close to tearing each other apart. Damn, the old man's probably rolling in his grave right now," he commented, halfheartedly playing it off as an offhand comment. "Though I guess that means we really are a family if I know my shows," he joked - an obvious attempt at bringing a bit more levity to the situation. He was having a hard time repressing the expression of equivocacy. "...We... are family, right?" he asked, hesitation in his tone, "Doesn't really seem like it right now." He didn't think anything he could really say would make the situation any better, so he decided to quit there. "...Well, if you ever need help, you can just find me," Takumi said, giving a little goodbye wave, "Stay safe, nii-san."

[Raijinslayer]

Itsuki

Hana and Asoka were ignored for the most part as Itsuki walked past them, taking a moment to stare at Hana as he wiped off the wad of spit she had launched at his face with his sleeve. He seemed like he was about to respond to her, but kept silent, not wanting to escalate things more than he already had. He was getting ready to just leave the group to their own business, when Takumi suddenly spoke up, seeming rather shaken up by the breakdown between him and Hana, He stopped for a second, contemplating his brother's question, offer, and farewell, before he decided to respond.

"I'll do my best, Takumi, but don't hold your breath on seeing me again. It's probably better for your health if that doesn't happen. Have a good life." Itsuki, his face having reverted to an emotionless mask, sent a small nod towards his half-ghoul brother, before moving out the door and up the floors. After a few minutes, he was out of the clinic, taking a deep breath as he slowly began his walk away from the building. While he didn't show it, Hana's words had cut rather deep, further supplementing his own doubts and increasing the self-hatred he'd been feeling in himself. What is wrong with me? I had finally reunited with my old family and the first thing I do is fucking get myself kicked out. Hana crossed the line, but I should've . . .just . . .

The thought ended with both an internal and external sigh, his hands curling up into fists as he looks down, wondering why he didn't just end it already. What did he truly have to live for anymore. His fiance was dead, his vengeance had been more than sated, and his siblings may as well be strangers for all he could relate to them, not to mention how little control he had over his own demons. Hana's right, I'm nothing but trash that can't handle the life I've chosen. I should've just stayed in the 24th ward till I ended up dead. . . why did I even leave? What was I hoping could be accomplished by coming back here? I'm not even close to strong enough to attempt to live a normal life. . . so again why do I even keep trying? What is the point in my life anymore.

At this point, Itsuki would be a couple blocks away from clinc when he turned his head around, looking at the little mute that had decided to follow him, his eyes cold and emotionless, showing nothing of the inner turmoil he was feeling. Regarding Rin with a silent gaze, he turned back around without a word of complaint of thanks, leaving it up to the girl to decide whether her continued presence was welcome or not.

@Grey@Savato@Liferusher@AtomicNut

Takeshi

The sounds of voices raised in anger, discomfort(and lust in the case of one Tiny Tyrant) drew the attention of a half-asleep Takeshi, who crawled away from his still slumbering brother, who was mumbling something in his sleep as he curled up, apparently having a nightmare of some kind. Frowning slightly at this, Takeshi sighed as he reached out to rub his brother's head, immediately calming him as his body slowly uncurled and his breathing became more even. Takeshi still wondered what had happened to his younger sibling before he had met the group to keep on giving him nightmares nearly every night. He'd been like that for as long as he'd been in their little family, and usually it fell to their missing eldest sibling or Mii to comfort him when he got like this, but since neiher where options right now, he had filled the position of Kazuya's current dream catcher.

Once that was done with, the silver-haired ghoul came out of the room into the main area, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Looking around at everything at this moment, he was aware of two things: Somethign seemed to be bothering Hana . . . the Tiny Tyrant was giving her supposed sibling a look that made him feel very uncomfortable. Enough so that he actually took a very roundabout route around the edge of the room to avoid having to go anywhere near her at the moment.

"What was all of that yelling for? And what's wrong with her, cause she's creeping me out right now with that look on her face." Takeshi half-mumbled, still feeling a bit tired after just waking up, gesturing to Asoka in junction with his final statement with a wary look on his face, as if the diminutive ghoul might jump either him or Hana at any moment.

[Savato]

Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo

Asoka "Mercury"

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Blah blah blah ...

Is all she heard, really. All this bickering, while it did show some true colors all around, was getting really tiring for our controlling friend. She was horny, this shift in paradigm and exposition of who Hana really was made her want to dominate her person, to crush this assurance she displayed all the while delivering the most intense of pleasures. What a fucked up mess Asoka was, and yet she seemed to be the most level headed of the gang.

Itsuki was bailing, Takumi seemed to be a bit torn between the two sides and Rin just went with it. How polarized this all was, the competition, it'd make a power monger like Asoka drown in euphoria. With Itsuki gone and Rin following, only the little kids would serve as barriers between Asoka and her need to 'release' her bottled up desires. Well, not so bottled up; one could say she was a very ope individual, very expressive. In her own, perverse way.

Though one of the children would address her in particular. Great, kids while mummy and daddy were going to screw, the biggest of turn offs in the various series she indulged in instead of studying. Her eyes shifted from side to side, trying to find something, anything to get them out of her way. Maybe just answering his question would help? She just wanted them OUT!

"Hana-Banana is having a little breakdown~ Don't worry, Aunty-Asoka will fix that! Right?~ Just enjoy the stuff in the fridge, yeah? And uh ... TV! Gte the remote!"

Her malicious and seductive gaze would cross both Takumi's and Hana's, her intentions becoming clearer as she went along. Perhaps they would have the idea that she was simply being provocative, a little shit trying to add her little person into the conflict. But the truth was she truly wanted to have sex with them, here and now. Was it unusual? Sort of, but as a university student with the libido of a hare, it came to no surprise that she treated it as something as easily accessible as candy in a vending machine.

"If you're into that kind of shit, we sure are, ol' big brother of mine~ <3"

Her twisted response to his inquiry whether they were family or not was oh so typical of her. Though what came next would likely surprise even those completely accustomed to her. Raising both her hands just above her head with fingers waggling, he'd quickly plunge them both into the edge of both Takumi's and Hana's pants. In more detail, she'd essentially clamp her palm and fingers on the opening of their pants, most of her fingers actually diving INSIDE while her thumb remained locked on the button or belt they maintained on their leg wear.

With that swift and beyond socially acceptable initiative, she'd tug on their piece of clothing as if she were to drag them through the corridors once more and toward the room she had appropriated herself. All she needed was ONE to follow, the resistance of another would only be met with more force as long as they didn't downright free themselves from her grasp. Once in the room, however, there'd be no escape! As for the kids? Hah! Any interference and a kick to the gut from the most physically brutal ghoul of the group would be their reward.

"Be back in thirty, more or less~"

[Pirouette]

Miyako
Impulse - 3rd Ward

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Time passed as Miyako continued her quiet vigil down the street from the clinic. Judging from the small level of activity, the place seemed pretty mundane as what Miyako assumed were regular humans shuffling in and out of the doors occasionally. But nothing was guaranteed at this vantage point and after carefully considering the variables, Miyako decided to approach.

Since last night, she found the time to change her clothes before falling asleep in that alleyway. A large gray sweatshirt completely encompassed her small upper body, with the sleeves stretching past her hands and the bottom just barely stretching past her shorts to make it look like the sweatshirt was the only thing she was wearing. Her distinct gray hair was lazily cloaked by a ball cap and a newly acquired surgical mask hid her face somewhat. The whole thing made her look younger than she actually was especially considering her size, but overall, it was a pretty weak disguise. All things considered, however, beggars couldn't be choosers as Miyako acquired all this stuff through various frowned upon means.

Miyako eventually ducked into a small shop across the street and using the storefront window, she put on the act of analyzing the merchandise. In this case, she was holding two umbrellas in her hand and held both up as if trying to decide which color suited her best. The gray one, obviously, but at least she made the whole act somewhat convincing.

Enough time would pass that Mi would have to try to browse other items but shortly after her internal umbrella debate had ended, she saw movement across the street. A man was walking out the clinic and while he appeared no different than other physically, he didn't look content like the others. No, it wasn't a sad, bad news from the doctor, look but it was one that looked as if he were brimming with rage. Anger was definitely not a common thing to feel after a clinic visit. As the man stormed out, Miyako eyed him carefully as he walked, studying him carefully for anything recognizable.

In all honesty, Mi didn't have much to go off of but she did remember the man from last night being slightly larger than the average Japanese male. Also there was a faint hint of the man's true injuries that he was trying to conceal. He looked nearly healthy but there was a slight disruption each time he took a step. As Mi continued to weigh her evidence, she noticed a small (very small) girl in pursuit. Had they recently held a verbal dispute? If so, that debunked a large part of Mi's evidence that this was the Rinkaku.

Curious about the two, Mi stepped out and followed them for a bit until Mi's subject turned to face the small female behind him. Mi waited for a yell or anything to indicate anything concerning what happened in the clinic, but nothing came. The man was silent and suddenly, Mi felt a very eerie reminder of last night. It's him..., croaked Mi's other half almost sounding hungry causing Mi's mouth to water. The Rinkaku from last had also been speechless. It was poor evidence but everything considered, Mi felt a little better about her next move...

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The clinic looked very modern and just reeked of the classic clinic clique. Plenty of humans were both staffing and visiting the place making the place very convincing, but not enough. The air had a tinge of Ghoul in it and as Mi continued inside she could already smell the receptionist, who reeked of being a Ghoul. She was preoccupied with some of the human visitors but Mi didn't need to trouble her, she knew she was in the right place.

Miyako, in her current appearance, looked as if she were some lost kid but surprisingly, no one gave her grief over it as she poked around the first floor briefly before slipping up the stairs to the second floor. Again, Mi briefly poked around but did not get a sense there were any Ghouls present outside of the still faint whiff of Ghoul stench. Continuing she did the same and found a hotel-ish floor. For the most part, Mi did her best not to confront people and stay out of sight. It was better to avoid attention in this case. But again, Mi didn't find any presence of Ghoul activity but only noted that the Ghoul stench felt slightly stronger as she went up.

Fourth Floor. Mi could smell it. Smell them. Ghouls. The air was so pungent now, Mi could feel her stomach churn and growl in excite as if her other half had began to chant inside her. Following the wafting scent, she eventually stumbled upon a scene that you couldn't really describe all that well. A Ghoul with pigtails had her hands tucked inside the pants of two other Ghouls. There was another Ghoul but he was largely overshadowed by the whole hand ordeal.

"Excuse me..." Mi called softly to the others from her spot. Her other half was figuratively devouring her internally as she watched the other Ghouls. Her mouth watered and she could just taste their flesh. Mi would have wiped her mouth but she was still wearing the mask and could feel herself slobbering on it. "... I was hoping someone can help me..." She continued, her voice slightly muffled by the mask. She was really laying on the innocent thing and tried sounding as far from a threat as possible. It was a little too early to get into a spat right now, despite her other half wanting it desperately.

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Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Rin

Rin left after Itsuki without a word. She looked as calm as ever, a little tired though since she had been up for most of the night and wouldn't have woken up so early on any normal days either. She needed some more caffeine or something but she doubted Itsuki would stop for something like that. Rin kept on his tail for now with nothing really interesting happening. He gave her a look but she kept gazing forward looking quite unmoved by it.

It was only because Itsuki looked hurt and not only physical that she had decided to stay close to him. Back then he used to be more cheerful and such then how he looked now. He looked like an emotional wreck if she would have to say so herself. Was there a way to make him feel like the old self he used to be? Rin would absolutely like to try if she knew how. Rin buried her chin in her scarf as she continued following Itsuki without a word.

[Grey]

Takumi Minamoto - Action
Third Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor

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Hearing Itsuki's response, the young halfling closed his eyes and inhaled. "I understand," he said. For someone who had been so tense about it earlier, Takumi's sudden relaxation was rather unexpected. He stood up, yawned and stretched his arms, getting a few cracks out of his joints as he did so. Silently, he watched Rin and Itsuki make their leave from the floor. And with the closing of the doors, he was back to his usual, less morose and more careless self.

"...I wonder if I'll get my shirt back," Takumi mused once he heard the elevator hit the bottom floor. Slowly, his mouth morphed into a grimace of wry amusement. "Well shit. That means all I got is this one." He laughed, before he turned his head to the door of one of the kids' rooms. He had heard the sound of rustling bedsheets, and figured that one of the kids had been woken up by all the commotion. Not long after and the white-haired boy - Taki-or-Taka-or-something-or-other - emerged, immediately questioning the current state of affairs within the clinic's residential area with his mumble-y, half-awake tone. He opened his mouth to answer the question, before being cut off by someone rather unexpected. Of course, his hope for the appearance of a helpful, less in-your-face Asoka quickly ended up being for naught what-with her rather unhelpful answer and her strange, hungry gaze directed at her two remaining elder siblings. 'Understanding people is hard,' Takumi shrugged before opting to rectify Asoka's flawed explanation the best he could.

"Han- The banana doctor and..." Now, Takumi didn't expect this kid to know anyone's name, so he paused to think of a proper designation for Itsuki, "...the shady sad dude had a fight about their differences in priority, which ended in the guy striking it out on his own with scarf girl." He shrugged, figuring that that was a sufficient explanation without delving into details that weren't appropriate for an outsider like Takeshi.

"As for her..." He looked over to Asoka, assessed her desperate condition and everything she'd said up to this point, and it all clicked. His eyes widened, indicating that he had finally came to the conclusion that what he had earlier considered to be a joke was very much not that. "...Err...I wouldn't worry about her. She's just taking it in her own way," he didn't want to have this kind of talk right now. Or ever again, for that matter. "Just... Just stay away and don't bother her and things'll be peachy." He hoped so, at least. 'Think of the children' and all that.

It was then that some kind of deathly hiss echoed throughout the hotel as a quartet of Asoka's fingers suddenly entered the boundaries of his jeans. Takumi bent his body at an awkward angle, doing his best to keep the fingers away but being unable to free himself of her grasp as a whole. This... was a dangerous situation indeed. Still, he was taking it surprisingly well despite that initial dying animal screech, especially compared to how he'd reacted to previous intimate-ish touching. "Come now Asoka, whatever happened to 'please'? Besides I hardly think this kind of thing is appropriate considering the situation," Takumi chided in a low, quiet tone, looking to Hana with the expectation that she'd talk some kind of sense into this situation.

Just then, Takumi heard the familiar sound of moving pulleys and cables; the elevator was moving up. A burgeoning seed of hope began to grow in Takumi's chest. Was Itsuki coming back to apologize? To give back his shirt? To make everything the same as before? He looked expectantly to the doorway as he was pulled along by the tiny tyrant. His brow furrowed as he scented someone or something rather unfamiliar to him. 'Not an investigator. One of the kids, out on a morning walk?' he thought, focusing on the sound of the kids sleeping and deciding it wasn't that either. "I guess Itsuki didn't lock the door on his way out, huh."

Once the door had slid open to reveal the tiny form of a short, shady-looking ghoul girl, he was inclined to think that neither of those hypotheses was correct. The missing one was supposed to be a guy if he remembered correctly, but this was... female? The voice requesting help sounded female. He quickly became conscious of the hands down Hana and his pants, and found himself reddening a bit. Not a good first impression, probably. "Depends on what'cha want, but I'm sure we can help," Takumi answered, "As you can see, we're pretty handy people." There was a short pause where he gestured to the two girls before he began laughing at his own terrible attempt at humor; he wouldn't even be mad if someone punched him at that point.

"But seriously, what did you need help with? I dunno about these two, but I'm willing to try." Of course, to those familiar with him, this wasn't exactly such a surprising turn of events. Always the diligent honor student he was, it would be far too against his personal sensibilities to not offer his assistance. He pointed to his face and twirled his finger around, "And if you don't mind, can you take off the whole hat and mask get-up? I don't like when people see mine and I don't see theirs."

[AtomicNut]

Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo

Hana Kurosawa

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Hana's breath became regular once more, as she let go of her indignation, much like one lets go of a worn cloth. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she noticed how the youngest of her sibling group had decided to bite in the "bad guy" charm that Itsuki so desperatedly wanted to cultivate. You're foolish, Rin. Itsuki just cares about Itsuki.

"Takkun, we are family. If you think the bonds we share can be so easily broken, you are sorely mistaken." Hana added with a grave voice as she folded her arms, looking at the both of them go."I shall allow him back once he's reflected on what he has done and asks for forgiveness. But he might never do it."

Hana sighed, and it was then when one of the kids popped up. Take-kun, the rude, knowitall which somehow was resembling Itsuki more and more.

"Well, the ghoul who tried to attack you lot is no....NO!" It was at this moment when Asoka's bold movement caught her slightly off guard, letting herself a yelp as the mischievous female ghoul made her way into... delicate parts. Hana's initial fluster (and squeak) began to turn into a serious frown. While the medic ghoul wasn't above a good nature tussle, her rational thoughts dictated her libido. And Asoka's current display was a phenomenal bad idea.

"This really isn't the time, Asoka" said Hana, sighing tiredly and making a phenomenal effort to block out all the ticklish signals coming from down under. It wasn't the first time, after all, she had to curb her hunger while studying medicine and having all those tasty corpses in display. The so-called "torture" of the Mercury ghoul was light by comparison.

Luckily, things didn't devolve further, as a new presence rendered whatever claims of it all moot. A prospective client, female, ghoul. That somehow had found her way in the fourth floor without being noticed. That was rather odd, but Hana didn't show any kind of suspicion, as she tilted her head, and gracefully pulled Asoka's hand out of her pyjamas.

"Now, now, Hana-chan seems to have work it seems? Take-kun, could you please go to your room? The medic has to work."

This newcomer was wearing really baggy clothes, and as Takumi noticed, a mask. That alone was ominous, but pretty normal for a ghoul. What didn't add up was the fact that if she really needed the help of a medic, she would've gone towards the first ghoul she encountered in the clinic, the receptionist. Which then would've warned Hana.

Instead this person had figured out how to reach the fourth floor on her own. Not to mention she was... slurring her speech? Maybe slobber? It was hard to tell because of the mask. Also, there were no visible signs of the ghoul woman even being wounded.

"I suppose Hana-chan could help you, but at least remove the mask. Hana-chan doesn't treat strangers." She said, wisely deciding to omit anything that could be more than simple polite suspicion of masked people.

[Savato]

Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo

Asoka "Mercury"

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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.

"Really, guys? You let this shit in but refuse let me in?"

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.

"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."

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.

[Raijinslayer]

Itsuki

The two would walk in silence for the rest of the small trip, quickly making their way past a few gardens where Itsuki took the time to pick a few flowers from people's gardens, a majority of them being white roses that he'd had the good fortune of finding. At the end of the walk, the two would find themselves in the relatively new section of a graveyard, walking down a row of pristine looking gravestones until they came upon one that was a bit different from the others. Breaking the uniformity of the other stones, this one was shaped slightly differently, with stone flowers engraved all along it's sides. Along side these decorations, were several handprints of varying sizes, each one a different color. Upon seeing it, Itsuki couldn't help but chuckle ever so slightly as he looked down upon it, filled with a mixture of amusement and sorrow.

Laying down the flowers he collected next to the grave, Itsuki didn't have any words at first, his eyes glazing over as he remembered distant memories of happier times. Reaching out, he'd silently stroke the name engraved their, a silent sigh escaping his breath as he looked over the words.

Here lies Hiyori Tachibana, A loving daughter, An honest friend, and a brilliant Investigator
May her spirit find peace, and her service be remembered

"Hiyori . . . I'm sorry for not attending your service. I'm sure your father probably cursed my name five times over by now,as well he should have. I was just. . . so lost without you." Itsuki's semi-bright tone soon faded away, his head falling down as he felt tears begin to make their way down his face. "You were the best thing to ever happen in my life, and when I lost you . . . I just couldn't handle it, I still can't. I thought that finding the men who killed you would help me come to terms with it, but all it did was make me fixate on my faults, on my weakness. It drove me to the brink of insanity, and I still don't think I've pulled myself back. And now . . . now I just don't know what to do with my life. I'm sorry for still leaning on you after all these years but . . . please, just one more time . . . help me."

Itsuki would stay in that pose for a while, his shoulders shaking ever so slightly as he just allowed himself to grieve, having held back these emotions for far too long.

@Liferusher

Takeshi

Takeshi currently had no idea what was going on at the moment, and decided after a moment of still half drowsy thought that it was probably better that way. He was getting ready to leave all the 'adults' to their business when he heard an unfamiliar voice from behind him. He slowly looked over towards her, his face forming a frown as he gave her a very unwelcoming glare. This glare only intensified as the others didn't seem to know the ghoul in question, and while Asoka made her move on the ghoul, Takeshi only took a few steps back, watching carefully in case something happened. However, he could hear some stirring coming from the rooms, as it seemed that Takumi's shrill shriek early, among the accompanied commotion, had waken up the rest of his family. The first to come out was Kazuya, who was looking as grumpy and ill-tempered as he usually was in the morning, but one could tell that he was ready to fight or run from his general stance. He gave a look towards Takeshi, who shook his head slightly in response, motioning for him to go back inside. Kazuya proceeded to glare at his brother, but retreated none the less, having noticed the newcomer and taking on a similarly suspicious look on his face.

Giving a slight sigh of relief, Takeshi turned his attention back to the confrontation, backing away ever so slightly, ready to head to where the Twins and Mii were incase things got ugly.

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Rin

With Itsuki picking flowers from nearby patched Rin was able to buy herself some coffee. Satisfied in her own way she continued trailing Itsuki with the large coffee in both hands. She still looked tired despites all the coffee, she doubts she would be able to react like she normally would in this state. Plucks of hair that stood upright happily bounced around with each step she took. The morning sun was just about warming her face over the top of a building. It felt pleasant though so she didn't complain about the rest. Maybe she should lecture him that people planted these flowers for reasons and one of them wasn't picking them.

She was to tired to scold him so she didn't really mind either. After a long walk they ended up at a graveyard which was to be expected. Itsuki stopped by one of the graves and Rin headed in closer. She stood close by him, about 6 ft so that he still had some space. The gravestone was one of a kind. Probably had it made just for her. Must have cost tons of money. Rin sipped her coffee lightly afterwards looking rather unfazed by the scene. Itsuki was doing some sort of speech towards the dead girl. It was kinda sweet seeing this side of Itsuki.

After that incident at Hana's he showed a whole different side of him. Perhaps she should get a picture to remind him later of how sweet he can be. After a few sentences he stopped and just cried. He was shaking like crazy so it must have had a lot of impact on him when this person had died. His fiance? Rin watched him as he cooled down a little. She them proceeded to get closer to him and stood besides him softly rubbing his back while gently smiling at him. Well for as passionate as she could be of course. It might have still looked like a half ass smile but she tried. She waited for the emotional boy to finish and waited for what he was gonna do next.

[Pirouette]

Miyako

Meet & Greet - 3rd Ward - Hana's Clinic

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There was a moment of relief for Miyako when the male had finally responded, offering something akin to a warm welcome, which Mi appreciated. She smiled under her mask but not because of the male's joke, sadly, but because the prospect of finding her information and getting out seemed a lot easier. The pajama-wearer, Hana-chan, was the next to respond and offered a more neutral response, which was fair given the circumstance. Interestingly, Hana called herself a medic and at the mention of that, Mi felt the sore vertebrae pulse in a sonar of previously suppressed pain, reminding her that she was still bore damage from last night's squabble.

The promise of this situation was looking up for Mi and she let herself relax just enough for the third, Pig-Tails, to waltz on up and nag and curse at Mi. In all honesty, Mi did not like this one, which had even surprised herself as she wasn't typically one to care all that much. Maybe it had been the restless night or perhaps her other side was really chomping at the bit to get out. Regardless, Pig-Tails, did not help the situation at all, testing Mi's already weary patience. But Mi weathered it... up until Pig-Tails reached for Mi's mask...

Events transpiring at that point seemed to happen so fast. Pig-Tails "sneak attack" had caught Mi completely off guard as she didn't expect the other to move that quickly. Instinctively, she tried pulling herself aware but her conscious awareness of events faded quickly after that. As Mi was trying to turn away and take a step back, Asoka had managed to grab what she wanted, Mi's mask. The moment that happened, Mi sort of lost control as her other half took charge of the situation. Her eyes sparked to a Kakugan state and her Ukaku sprouted from her back, fanning out as a bird of prey. Her Ukaku "wings" looked a bit ragged compared to usual but this was only temporary from last night's battle as they were damaged. In the midst of all this, Mi's hand had swung around and grabbed a hold of Asoka's wrist of her outstretched arm. Then, she stopped....

Mi came back around the moment her other half had committed too much. Mi was frozen as she stared at Pig-Tails, appearing emotionless, but really hiding her worry and anguish from the realization that had just happened. What had happened was that she lost control and there were way to many excuses for her to blame. So now here she was, to try and pick up the pieces while her stomach beat internally like a whole drum ensemble, completely with the imaginary music filling her ears. Oh! How it would feel so good to indulge in those little bony fingers that were sauced with the inside another Ghoul... Mi's mouth was already slightly agate but she couldn't help but run her tongue across her lips as she stared intently at the Asoka.

Mi winced and took a heavy swallow as she snapped out of her delusion, but she couldn't move. She wanted to just slowly back away but with Asoka's wrist still gripped, she didn't want to...

[Grey]

Takumi Minamoto - Xenia
Third Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor

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"Ouch, you guys are brutal," Takumi sighed, rubbing his slightly stinging stomach as he gauged the reactions of everyone in the room to his masterful comedy. There wasn't even a single suppressed smile in the crowd - not even from the white-haired prepubescent! How utterly disheartening. 'It was perfect timing too! Hands, handy. It doesn't get much better than that!' Nevertheless, the half-ghoul resolved to maintain composure in front of the newcomer. Say what you will about his ability to conceal his emotions, but his ability to at least seem kind of professional was quite adept. Granted, projecting such an air and maintaining one were two very different things; case in point, his "professional cool dude" image was immediately broken by literally everything Asoka did and said in that few second span.

"...Erm...Letting you in? From my understanding high-school biology, it should be the other way around, right?" Takumi tilted his head as he intoned his lewdly innocent inquiry, his voice faltering as his sense of dread increased with each step Asoka took towards the newcomer. He could understand why she was doing it - the newcomer's everything was really, really weird - but such an overt display of aggression was no way to greet a guest. He was confident he could deal with any trouble that could arise as consequence, but he'd much rather prefer to avoid that sort of offense to his sensibilities in the first place. Of course, he didn't really banked on the best of anything, so his reaction to what happened next was surmisable as 'disappointed but not unexpected'.

Takumi puffed out his cheeks and exhaled, deciding that he'd seen too many kagune in one day. Based on the appearance of the ukaku sprouting from her back, she was looking to recover from an earlier conflict and- 'Nice, nice. RC cells on the carpet.' The newcomer ghoul's wings seemed to drip with liquid every now and then, making hell for whoever would be cleaning. And if last night was any indicator, that would probably be himself and one of the kids.

At any rate, Takumi was sure Hana could recognize the problem here - the clipped wings that is, not the carpet (even if that was a problem in and of itself) - but he decided to give his two cents on the issue. "Not straight, not swiss cheese," he said, giving his elder sister a little nudge for attention, "I'm gonna go ahead and say it's probably not quinque." As for the face beneath the mask, it wasn't really anyone he knew - though the stoicism kind of reminder him of Rin. Her agape mouth and that drying drool was a bit upsetting; so being the good, reasonable host he was, Takumi figured they'd ought to remedy that. "By the way, there still leftovers of last night's dead guy?" he asked Hana, his implication being rather obvious. He turned his attention back to the girls...

...and began walking forward. The longer he looked at the scene, the more anathema it became to him; he was going to do something about it. "Oi, Asoka. Back off. Hospitality is sacred you know," Takumi scolded with arms crossed, having at this point made his way over to where the trouble had erupted. Honestly, and she had been the one calling him a degenerate? Perhaps his actions might be seen as overreaction, but he was a traveler; mutualism between host and guest was very important to him. "And you, newcomer. I apologize for her rash actions, but I'd like you to put that away," he gestured to her wings, "Nobody's going to be hurting you, so long as you conduct yourself properly." He then cast his enforcer's gaze on Asoka, "Right?" His demeanor suggested that wasn't a question.

Of course, now that Takumi was up close, the distinct smell of human would be wafting into the two belligerents' noses in 3... 2....

[AtomicNut]

Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo

Hana Kurosawa

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Hana stood there for the briefest moments, wondering about the lack of self restraint that had erupted forth from her younger sister. Takumi of course, had more things to worry about, like the fact nobody had paid attention to his jest. At least the kid seemed to understand the tension and her wishes, and wisely decided to step out of the way.

Are all ghouls attention whores? She thought internally as she witnessed how Asoka berated the newcomer in her clinic. Such a spoiled princess. The reaction was, to be expected, quite explosive, with the unknown person, upon seeing her forceful approach, decided to unleash a second Kagune in her clinic.

She certainly seemed more than it met the eye, and now with the mask removed, and the Ukaku kagune revealed, she felt off more than ever. An unstable one, almost feral ghoul. Whose breath reeked of ghoul flesh.

Crazy Ukaku Bitch Hana remembered the words that their eldest brother proferred. It made sense, in a way. The avoidance of her receptionist minion, the injuries, the lack of self control... She really did want to stay unconspicious, but she had erred of trying to be careful in excess. And thus, Hana gambled.

"Uhhh..." She wailed slightly, her arms and legs shaking somewhat as she carefully took several steps back, instinctively shielding her head and neck beneath her elbows and put her hands in her shoulders, as she avoided contact with the Ukaku ghoul while still stepping away. "...D...don't break Hana's clinic, please...calm down." She said, her voice cracking (or seeming to) in a panicked expression.

Of course, while the position she had assumed was that of fear, desperation and shielding, it also contained a hidden meaning. Her closed eyes disguised the faint activation of her Kakugan, as well, as how her shoulders protuded several daggers which slip into her hands, all while she was stumbling on a nearby cupboard.

Now, if she's the one who attacked Itsuki, she'll surely take the bait.

"...P...please with sugar on top? We d...don't know anything, anyway, ha...ha" She sputtered, feigning a fit of verbosity.

[Savato]

Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo

Asoka "Mercury"

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The mask was off and Miyako's face exposed. With the pitiful state she was in and Asoka's overwhelming need to set herself higher than her neighbor, condescending remarks would be inevitable.

"Wow ... You even look like one of these fucking junkies. Dope it is huh ..."

She was ready to spit on the woman's face, but of course, the victim of this particular scene would respond as any average ghoul would. The emergence of the Kagune out of the blue got the controlling one of the gang on her guard. An Ukaku, the speedy pieces of porcelain she could shatter in one swing if she could actually grab a hold of them. It'd be easy to break this newfound assailant and be done with the issues for the day, perhaps even serving as some sort of substitute for her other cravings. But something would force Asoka in a state where the desire to assert her absolute dominance would fade.

Miyako would have actually grabbed the short one's wrist. An act of defiance that would only provoke a silent glare from Asoka, one that translated nothing more than barely bottled up rage. She'd only exhale from her nose, her nostrils dilating with every cloud of searing steam Asoka released. By then she had zoned out her siblings; she wanted to rip the Kakuhou right out of that woman's chest and be done with this ghoul that looked all too familiar to the typical nobody she'd hire on the streets for degrading jobs only the desperate would agree to.

He free hand would be pulled back slightly, fingers stiff and in hooks, ready to stab right into the opposing woman and finish her in one swipe. However Takumi's presence getting ever so closer would put her current uncontrolled state on hold. His words meant nothing, they went through her left ear and ventured through her right one the second after. But the fact that he got closer would pause her upcoming lethal initiative.

All he'd receive would be a murderous glance, a swift one, as she didn't want to leave the freak out of her line of sight, especially as an Ukaku. Nothing would be said until Hana would add her more cowardly two cents into the mix. What a weirdo this woman was, acting all tough to some unstable sibling but absolutely submissive to some worthless stranger? She'd truly be a unique experience in bed, that's for sure, though whether it'd be a good or bad one would definitely warrant a try.

"... Fuck it."

With her herculean, she's simply wave her hand to forcefully worm it out of the Ukaku ghoul's grasp. Considering their RC types, it was a no brainer that she could effortlessly dominate Miyako without the help of a Kakuja form. She made that little fact very clear. With her hand free, she'd toss the mask over Miayko's head, the piece flying through the corridor for her to fetch.

Meanwhile, Asoka would make a complete U-turn before making her way back to the kitchen.

"You have five minutes."

She expressed with a scowl, disgust in her tone. These words concerned all those involved. What she would do beyond ten minutes would be quite the silly question to ask themselves after what she displayed. The killing intent was there, and the complete disregard for Miyako's life was an undeniable fact they would have to consider if they wanted to actually help the lost ghoul.

[Raijinslayer]

Itsuki

Itsuki didn't say anything as Rin attempted to comfort him a bit, but as he rose from the grave, wiping his face clean of the tears, he did give her a slight nod of appreciation. Then the two would head off, though to where, Itsuki had no real clue. He wasn't going back to Hana's clinic, and he could stay around here for very long either, especially with nowhere to really bunker down. He would probably have to leave the ward soon, lest he risk discovery from an Investigator.

The thought gave him pause as he looked around, having smelled something as the wind changed. His eyes narrowed as he turned his gaze in the direction the smell was coming from, seeing a familiar white jacket makes it's way down the headstones. He didn't make any sudden or threatening moves, simply observing them before continuing on his way. Once they were out of the graveward, however, Itsuki would speak up again, having regained his composure after his earlier breakdown.

"Rin, it's probably best if I take you back to the clinic, but I'm only taking you to the entrance. I'm not going back down there, not now, maybe not ever. I doubt it would end any better this time, not to mention that I can't say I'm completely over it either. Still, I want to make sure you get there safe, so let's get moving, kay?"

@Liferusher

Takeshi

As soon as the other ghoul's kagune came out, so was Takeshi's as he suddenly took a low stance, glaring at the intruder with his Kakugan active. He'd stay like that even as things began to slowly calm down, not trusting this new comer in the slightest. He couldn't quite tell what it was about her that made him feel so on edge, a gut feeling that reverberated through him from his very core. He looked from the tyrant, who was walking away, to Takumi, who was still trying to calm the situation down, to Hana, who seemed to be acting really meek and weird for some reason.

His Kagune still out, but held slightly less at the ready, he continued making his way back into the room, looking back to see Kazuya, who was mouthing to him in order to get a message across without alerting any of the adults. Something along the lines of 'What's going on?' In response, Takeshi flicked his Kagune two times, one of the codes they had created to communicate without alerting others. It meant that situation was calm, but to err on the side of caution. Seeing this Kazuya went back inside the room, with Takeshi being quick to follow, keeping his eyes on the woman in case she decided to try something, his kagune, reaching out while his body was half-way in the room to wrap around a nearby lamp.

@Pirouette@Savato@AtomicNut@Grey

[Pirouette]

Miyako

Meet & Greet - 3rd Ward - Hana's Clinic

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There was a fleeting feeling inside Miyako as she watched the others react to the sudden tension. The man was certainly the most interesting of the bunch. His soft, diplomatic nature was very much unlike what Miyako had come to expect from others and the little bit of her that was left found it very... endearing, but there was something else about him. That smell was unmistakable now as his concentrated musk reached Mi's nostrils. One-eyed. Uniquely delicious and that thought didn't really help Mi's struggle and certainly the panicked screaming from the pajama-ghoul. It was all lining up to be perfect for her carnage-loving other side, and she was losing, badly as her vision narrowed as she felt herself distancing from reality. It was coming and Miyako had lost...

...But then suddenly, nothing. Miyako snapped back into full consciousness again as she watched the pig-tailed ghoul before her pull away with nothing more than a curse. It was as if cold water had been dumped on Mi and put out her raging libido to cleave and maim. Mi was utterly bewildered as she watched Pig-tails strut off to another room and for a moment, it seemed like things would pass without incident. In a perfect world, Mi would stand down, get her information and become great friends with everyone here, including Pig-tails.

But that wasn't how things worked. In fact, this wasn't the first time Mi experienced a sudden relief only to be deceived mere moments later by an unprompted relapse. It was if Mi's other side had also relished in torturing its host with moments of false security before violently stealing control again.

Miyako closed her eyes and took a deep breath. In the pit of her stomach she knew that this was another instance of false hope and it was useless to believe she could retain control now. She opened her eyes again and turned to face One-Eye. She knew what her other side was craving and felt a pang of pity for the seemingly nice man. Her expression likely matched that for a moment as the two each others' gaze. Mi wanted to say something but how do you apologize to someone you know that you are going to eat...

Once more Miyako closed her eyes and her face tightened as if fearing to be struck at any moment. Mi felt as if she was floating away from everything. She didn't realize that her other side had seized control once again and suddenly leapt towards Takumi. He might be the victim of his own undoing getting that close as Mi's speed was allowed her to close in quickly. Mi's hands shot out and tried to grab ahold of the man's arms, but she didn't stop there. Her salivating mouth sought out the One-Eyed's nearest bit of flesh she could see and found herself going for the man's cheek to bite and rip a chunk of his face off if he, pajama, or the others proved to be too slow to stop Mi.

[Grey]

Takumi Minamoto - In The End
Third Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor

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Takumi was feeling really good about himself right now, which obviously meant something was going to go wrong. Still, such a possibility, though acknowledged, was placed as far away as possible from his current train of thought. After all, it was rare that his attempts at diplomacy actually appeared to have worked; although as much as he'd hate to admit it, that was because diplomacy was rarely the first thing on his mind. At any rate, Asoka wasn't stoking the flames and had even allowed a short grace period, Hana hadn't become how she was with Itsuki, the newcomer was playing nice... If this weren't the middle of Tokyo, he'd have expected birds to be chirping and woodland creatures to be frolicking about. But this was no children's movie, and there were important points to go over before they could skip the formalities and be all buddy-buddy. "Thanks Asoka," Takumi called out gratefully before turning back to the girl.

"Right, so," Takumi began, scratching the back of his head before lowering his arms to his sides in a show of non-aggression, "I guess the first thing is-" He raised an eyebrow at the girl's strange gaze. The overwhelming sense of desperation was something he'd been on at least one end of before. "Everything alright in there?" he inquired as the girl's expression changed to something more resembling a sparring partner, flinching before the first strike. Did she think there'd be a fight erupting? "Don't worry, I'm not- Oh!"

Then she pounced at him with the celerity associated with ukaku ghouls. Though he figured he should have been surprised, he was by far more excited by the girl's sudden change in demeanor. He'd needed to blow off a little steam considering recent events; so as much as this sudden assault upset him, he'd happily accept the opportunity to go with the flow as it came For a moment there was a vicious, merry grin that flashed across his face, which was quickly replaced by a focused expression as he set his plan into action, and like flicking a switch, he turned off his brain and let his body do the work. First, a step inward to disrupt her trajectory. At the same time, he would grasp her arms in turn; her attempt to provide leverage for herself had done nothing to stop him from gripping back at her forearms. It was a strange action to say the least, but the intention behind it quickly became clear.

"Real sorry," the one-eyed ghoul quipped, tone sounding quite embarrassed with himself. Whether it was to Hana and the kids for being a terrible role-model and judge of character, or to his combat partner for what was to come next, was left up to the air. Knowing him, it was probably both. But if she'd come after him thinking his concern made him the weak-link, she was in for a surprise. "HRUH!" With zero hesitation, Takumi pulled her in and slammed his head forward with his all the force of his ghoulish strength and all the sturdiness of his bullheaded-tenacity. Though he was fairly confident that his headbutt would go through, he followed up by leveraging his larger build in an attempt to force and pin her down.

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Rin

Her comforting seemed to have helped some bit at least, she was happy that she could be off help to someone at the moment. With a slight smile and blush on her face she looked up at Itsukiwi. He looked like he was in some kind of distress. Rin glanced around too just like he did and sniffed the air to know if there was anything dangerous nearby. She could faintly feel something, that was for sure. Itsukiwi than made the stupid suggestion to get Rin back to safety of the clinic. Rin lowered her head a little and looked a little mad at Itsuki.

"I'm not out here for myself you know... Do what you need to do."

He would probably get mad over the persistent twat but she did not care. She wanted to protect him from harm for as far as she could. She knew from the start he would get in the same kind of trouble as yesterday. She was prepared for something like this even if it would cost her something.

[Raijinslayer]

Itsuki

Itsuki didn't reply, merely rolling his eyes in exasperation as he headed in the direction of the clinic, sparing another quick glance in the direction of the white clad individual he saw in the distance while Rin wasn't looking in order to be sure they weren't following the two. While he was confident he could deal with a single Dove easily enough, there was always the issue that it would only bring and more of the white coated bastards on them faster than you could blink, especially in this ward.

Luckily, the Dove didn't seem to pay them any mind, and thus he was able to relax a little, though not too much. Turning back to look at Rin, the two would head back to the clinic in silence, as Itsuki couldn't really think of anything to say. Words were never his speciality, even when he was younger, he usually showed how he felt through what he did rather than what he said. While he didn't necessarily mind the quiet, he figured from the girl's comment that she wasn't happy with him, and while he couldn't think of why she'd be angry with him at the moment([i]she wasn't this annoyed on the walk over here, so it couldn't be because of the fight. . . could it?[i]), he didn't want the two to leave this walk on bad terms.

"So . . . how've you been?"

Moments like this almost make me wish I was back in the 24th. At least there, I didn't have to worry about this sort of crap, just whether or not I'm about to get jumped when I turn the next corner.