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@GrafRoy Zeppeli Read it wrong.
@Raijinslayer No it was good.

@Zombehs Pretty sure Itsuki is a male brother, Unless I read your post wrong. Could happen.
One big hug for Suzu.

A close enough ass feel for Asoka.
Asoka "Mercury"


Hayasori Mansion Remnant


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'This is stupid.'

At the back of a white Audi SUV travelling through the fogging afternoon of Tokyo, Asoka drowned herself in her thoughts as the vehicle got closer and closer to the 5th Ward. There wasn't enough traffic in her taste, not as much as usual anyway, as such being fashionably late was going to be tricky to perform without trying too hard. Of course, she could just tell her devoted driver to take the long way since the guy in question owed her quite a few services at the present and was in no position to just say no to the lady. But the foul smell of 'new' that was the inside of the 4x4 coerced her to just deal with it and go as is.

As Asoka stared out at the gloomy Tokyo, earbuds on to pretend she was zoned out whilst listening to music, but she was too concerned about this ridiculous idea of retracing her roots to be content with anything else by the sounds of the car rolling. Going back there was irrational, and irrational things were what got her into the shitter in her realm of expertise. But something deep down compelled her to, Asoka needed this for reasons she barely understood, like how people have this compulsory need to feel better about themselves all the time. It irritated her, of course, but the little Ghoul went with her heart on this one.

"That's close enough, Kaien."

"I can get clo-"

The driver, appearing to be in his thirties, was cut off when he seemed genuinely ready to help her get closer. She didn't speak over him, Asoka just opened the adjacent door while the car kept running. Kaien quickly slowed down and stopped, giving a very confused glance to his passenger as Asoka just stepped out, leaving her Umbrella and handbag in the vehicle. After all this driving, even if it wasn't even an hour long drive, the fresh air was rather relaxing to the little shit who was once raised in these very grounds.

Now exposed to the light of the outside, it was clear as day that no effort in concealing herself was made during this little excursion. She wore the typical Burberry trench coat with tailored black jeans and black, high-healed boots to go with them. A pair of black leather gloves were also routinely used by her when going out, though they served a purpose that went beyond just looking good. Finally, Ray Ban sunglasses during a not-so-bright day made it evident she was just showing off for the occasion. She never did hide her vanity ever since they separated. Her hair was the usual dual ponytail, a style she never really let go of since she was little.

"I'll be back in ten, tops. You can fap or play Gameboy while waiting."

Asoka turned to face him, lowering her head just a bit so he could see her green, round eyes before she'd give him a wink. With that, she'd kick the door closed behind her. And she was off, walking through a deserted street, the one she was given the location of via one of her mystery siblings who couldn't help but to cross the line. It took her a couple of minutes to finally meet the rotting house once again. The nostalgia was indeed strong and emotions would be flaring deep inside. Asoka stood for a good minute in the front yard of the edifice before she'd mutter to herself the exact feeling this place gave to her.

"Mouldy."

Completely unimpressed with this vestige of the past, Asoka didn't have the spark many would when revisiting such a crucial part of their lives. To her, this just looked like overvalued garbage that would serve better as compost than anything else. Well, since she was here, she may as well, find which one was daring enough to find her and drag her out into such a place. The little ghoul didn't use the front door but one of the many shattered walls of the building to get in, making her end up in what was the kitchen before it burned away.

'Smells like mold too. Ugh.'

Her overpriced Lavender perfume couldn't dissolve the foul odor of humidity completely rotting away the wood. Walking away from the more exposed areas, she quickly captured a new scent, on that was more familiar than the unholy loser ghouls she'd work with on a daily basis. This was interesting, finally she'd confront one of the ghosts of her past. Asoka was indeed not going full on stealth, not even minding the creaking floorboards that were at the verge of shattering anyway. The heels pressed deeply against them and made almost a crescendo effect as she got closer and closer to Suzu.

And then they stopped for a few seconds. The girl introduced herself and Asoka recognized that curious little munchkin from way back. Finally, she emerged from the door frame and walked in as if she were a guest in a talk show. All that was missing was the clapping. She stopped once more to lower she pointless sunglasses, exposing her very green eyes to scrutinize the positive female before her. She focused her attention on the face and hair, but dedicated a bit on breasts and ass too, or what she could see at least. Smirking, she could barely recognize Suzu as a young woman, let alone the fact that she was taller than Asoka.

"Holy shit. Well haven't you blossomed into a pretty little thing, Suzu."

With that comment she removed the glasses entirely, setting them in her collar before approaching the pink haired ghoul. The taunting smirk and the provocative tone did give off unclear signals. As Asoka got in arm's reach, she'd jump in for a hug with her younger sister. A sign of affection, perhaps, but one should not look too deep into the crooked ghoul. She captured Suzu's smell while making a very good impression, things she could use to her advantage later on.

"Damn. What have you been up to all this time, Suzu? You look pretty freakin' good, man. You know who I am, right?"

While keeping the hug as long as possible, she did separate their bodies while keeping her hands on Suzu's waist, gabbing a good feel in the process, so she could at least look at her in the face. A lot of people she worked with didn't like that, especially in business, and that's what made this a lot more amusing.
If you want my character's position in both past in present, she was the shy, daddy's little girl. Extremely dependent and somewhat introverted. Now she's the most opportunistic shit around. Her siblings being interchangeable as any other ghoul. Though, a one eyed ghoul and a ghoul with weird white eyes would likely please a fucked up clientele and she could bank on that. Yes, Asoka would maybe go as far as to sell them if they inconvenienced her too much.

So yeah, like many ghouls she is unscrupulous and incapable of finding any value in the three other than her own materialistic gain.
But yeah my internet seems to be less clunky now so, your weeb levels are safe.

For now.

Also how did she jump from Kiwi Desk to badass on a throne?! How can one pick on her now?
I would.

If you stopped being a weeaboo.

lolwut internet glitched ignore
@Zombehs *cough*

Is Poison.

*cough*
@GrafRoy Zeppeli Oh good then! Similar to Touka and Ayato I suppose? Since crystals seem to be what the Rc cells take.

Cuz Ukaku have also been shown to be pretty diverse, like Hoji's Quinque that hurled massive spear bombs. lel
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