Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Asoka "Mercury"
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.