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Caffeine Freak
Two Thousand Club
Hato glanced at his sword, then back at the instruction manual. In the field, he was rather thankful he'd decided to work with such an versatile weapon, but the thing glitched up so often that some days Hato wondered if it was indeed worth the headache. After several minutes of twisting wires and fiddling with dials, Hato eventually sighed and plucked the Habesuta from his desk, sheathing it back into his pack leaning close by.
His recent promotion to Rank 1 hadn't changed much either in the officer or on the field. Really, the shiny new rank seemed more like an excuse to pile him up with more paperwork, though his position wasn't without its benefits. Still, it mattered little, considering Squad 36 more or less had the same authority over eachother.
As far as ghoul activity went, it was a pretty average day, and Hato didn't expect anything too exciting when his shift came up. Straightening out his shirt, Hato stood from his desk, wondering if any of his squad mates had any more luck in their investigation.
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Entity.Eclypse
The 'White Bread' of the Rp Game
- Ide EizouThe rain kept coming down, however Ide didn't mind this one bit since he'd come prepared. The rain was almost delicate as it punctured the air only to land upon the fabric of his umbrella and join the rest of it's kind off the edges and to the earth below. There was a cool dampness because of the rain, a slightly earthen tone trailing up his keen nose. Others passed him by, either wielding their own umbrellas or walking with a hood upon their heads. Each of them just trying to protect themselves from the rain, he studied them. Their ability to move so carelessly on the sidewalks, knowing that at any time a threat come come their way. Whether it be in the form of a taxi, or a criminal.
Personally he was most watchful for any white coats, the kind that the investigators wore. If he ran into them, it was only a matter of time before they'd start accusing people of being a ghoul. They wanted to make the world better by removing the 'threat', he was considered one of the members who were a threat. Shaking the thoughts from his mind Ide could think clearly once more, a calmness taking control of him. His eyes patrolled the street he walked, of course he didn't have all day to be walking around and doing god knows what. He was on break, meaning as soon as he got back from his little journey he'd have to go right back to work. Of course that was assuming that people would be purchasing a plant in the middle of a rainy day.
The peacefulness of the day had been that they had this rain to begin with. He was never one to turn down the opportunity to deal with less people, it just meant he would have more time for his books. Soon enough he had arrived at his destination, the bookstore. Practically the place he went every chance he got, today however was a special occasion. Opening the door he was to be greeted by a gentle chime of the bell, "Welcome!" The receptionist called out to him from the counter of the smaller store. There was an area for sitting, multiple shelves lined with copies of purchasable books. A small, and yet tasteful section for mature audiences, and finally the thing he had come for. A rectangular mahogany table, piled high with the new releases from upcoming hit-authors. He could feel the joy leaping up to embrace his heart as it seemed to skip a beat from the sight.
Looking down to his watch he made a quick note of exactly how much time was left on his break. If he counted it right then he'd be arriving three minutes before his break was up, which would give him some time to stash the book away. Closing his umbrella he made his way over to the table, two of the 'new' novels were some he'd purchased the week before and read through. The authors of those two were, quaint even a bit distasteful with their writing. The style didn't match with what they were intending to create, however he had no room to push his opinion onto those who didn't inquire it from him.
The other two books that were in stock happened to be, Between Shattered Skies and Oblivious of the Sea both from authors that Ide happened to be quite familiar with. Both happened to draw a substantial amount of inspiration from Takiyoki Shido, an author who typically wrote with an underlying theme. One that was obscured from the untrained eye, those who didn't read his works would never understand that though. It would be too out of range for another to identify, which is why Ide loved his works. However these two authors didn't share that feat, instead they held their own positive traits.
Carefully considering the options he chose the latter of the two and brought it to the counter, "Good afternoon Mr. Eizou. Quite the bit of a storm we're having isn't it?" The lady spoke before taking the money he offered her for the book. "Just a little. I enjoy it though, it's good reading weather" He offered a small smile to the lady who simply smiled in return and waved as he left the establishment, umbrella at the ready. Taking the plastic bag that contained his parcel of brown paper, though this was merely he conatinment for his real purchase an unbroken copy of Oblivious of the Sea, he continued now heading back to Eden. The little flower shop, he held a small amount of pride working there, though his position was nothing to turn heads.
Continuing at this pace he would be there in no time, then maybe if business was slow he could put it off and instead enjoy a few chapters.
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Caffeine Freak
Two Thousand Club
Location: City Streets, entering Eden
Shadow rippled as a crow rapidly flapped its wings atop Hane's outstretched arm, the bird leaned in and clicked into the boy's ear, who in turn shifted his gaze back onto the door he'd seen the girl enter through. There didn't appear to be any trenchcoats in the surrounding area, and there were no signs that the girl had been ambushed from inside. Hane clicked his tongue, contemplating whether the risk was even worth it.
A minute passed. He sighed through his nose.
Stepping off the rooftop, Hane's kagune flared, impeding his fall to a slight tap on the wet concrete of the deserted street. After sizing up the entrance, he stepped forward, flinging open the door and stepping into the breadth of Eden.
Inside was the girl he'd spied entering earlier, but other than that it seemed like a closed shop.
"-You here for Eden too?" Hane turned his head slightly to eye the girl suspiciously.
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Looking at the sky this late afternoon, I couldn't help but think about how useful these white coats were turning out, now adding that kept me from getting all wet when it started raining cats and dogs like this afternoon's natural shower (except without the nasty parts of showers). I made a couple mistakes at first, namely leaving the CCG blood unlicked, but ever since then I was on a roll. Before I started wearing one, people would shoot me glances all the time, now they seemed to avert their gazes, and didn't ask questions as often, except to ask if I wanted sugar with my coffee.
Which only made it all the more annoying when someone DID come and ask questions. People who were also wearing these white coats, for the most part, like the two standing before me in the crowded street.
"Know me? Nope, I don't think so?" I stated with a head tilt, turning my eyes away from the sky to the investigators, carefully puling my hat further down to make sure to keep my ears covered and my eyes exposed. I was taught to keep my eyes exposed at all times. It was rude not to look people in the eye when speaking with them, after all. "My name is Hana Yamamuza. Does that help?"
The two white coated dinners looked at each other with grumping noises. One scratched his beard and closed his eyes while the other simply glanced around the coffee shop, before finally concluding they didn't, in fact, know anyone with my face and the name I just made up. They sighed together and smiled, the woman waving her arms in front of her in apology.
"No, we apologize. We've been a little worried since there is appearantly a ghoul that goes around with an investigator's attire. Have you heard of the Siren impostor?"
Naturally, I shook my head. I loved being praised.
"It seems they don't kill a lot, but when they do kill, it's always in a bundle. They haven't killed any major investigators so far, except for one, but it seems there was a major involvement of a group of ghouls targeting that investigator. Not that it matters to us common folk, we're nobody important. The branch is busy with something else, so they barely send anyone to deal with minor threats like the impostor."
We said our goodbyes after a while, and I returned to the rain as did they, smiling as if they weren't dinner anymore. Maybe they would be dinner another time though. My stomach growled a little at the thought, so I opened my mouth a little. The salt tasted horribly, but it was nice getting a little water before a meal. I shook my body, and sniffed the air. It felt almost a little hazy with teh rain dampening my sense of smell, but even then, my trusty nose was still good enough to help me remember where I left one of my reserves. While I preferred my meals fresh, you can't always have what you want. Even I knew that much. If I didn't I would not bear the horrid smells that filled my nostrils with every breath, the typical rotten, crappy smells of human dinner. It was nice though that admidst all that there was at least the saving grace of a the scent of people. My stomach growled a little again. Looking down to hide it, I licked my lips.
As soon as I was in an area with less of a crowd, I decided to sprint a little. I swooshed past a couple of pedestrians, a little too fast to tell of which type they were in this rain, but I was sure to avoid rushing near crowded areas, centers where the white coats gathered or anywhere that would be too exposed, like leaping. As i approached a forestal area, I allowed myself to indulge in skipping and splashing in the puddles, sniffing the air in between to guide myself towards that place, until at last I reached the little mound, completely unnoticeable if one wasn't looking for it or trying to smell it out. I dropped my knees into the ground, removed the gloves and began excitedly digging into it, until I found that little purple dagger I'd been chewing lately, and some leftovers from a couple of weeks ago. I grabbed them directly with my teeth, the leftovers that is, and picked up the quinque. With this kind of weaponry, no wonder those low-class investigators kept dying. Well, it WAS nice of them to always bring desert though.
Satisfied and still chewing on my meal, I decided to head to my temporary home. I could never stay in one place for too long, CCG wouldn't allow it, but that parking lot had been a surprisingly fitting place for me. Maybe I should make it into a castle of my own? Nah, it sounded fun to have a castle, but making one sounded like a hassle.[/div][div class=Ghoulback style="display:none"]
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Looking at the sky this late afternoon, I couldn't help but think about how useful these white coats were turning out, now adding that kept me from getting all wet when it started raining cats and dogs like this afternoon's natural shower (except without the nasty parts of showers). I made a couple mistakes at first, namely leaving the CCG blood unlicked, but ever since then I was on a roll. Before I started wearing one, people would shoot me glances all the time, now they seemed to avert their gazes, and didn't ask questions as often, except to ask if I wanted sugar with my coffee.
Which only made it all the more annoying when someone DID come and ask questions. People who were also wearing these white coats, for the most part, like the two standing before me in the crowded street.
"Know me? Nope, I don't think so?" I stated with a head tilt, turning my eyes away from the sky to the investigators, carefully puling my hat further down to make sure to keep my ears covered and my eyes exposed. I was taught to keep my eyes exposed at all times. It was rude not to look people in the eye when speaking with them, after all. "My name is Hana Yamamuza. Does that help?"
The two white coated dinners looked at each other with grumping noises. One scratched his beard and closed his eyes while the other simply glanced around the coffee shop, before finally concluding they didn't, in fact, know anyone with my face and the name I just made up. They sighed together and smiled, the woman waving her arms in front of her in apology.
"No, we apologize. We've been a little worried since there is appearantly a ghoul that goes around with an investigator's attire. Have you heard of the Siren impostor?"
Naturally, I shook my head. I loved being praised.
"It seems they don't kill a lot, but when they do kill, it's always in a bundle. They haven't killed any major investigators so far, except for one, but it seems there was a major involvement of a group of ghouls targeting that investigator. Not that it matters to us common folk, we're nobody important. The branch is busy with something else, so they barely send anyone to deal with minor threats like the impostor."
We said our goodbyes after a while, and I returned to the rain as did they, smiling as if they weren't dinner anymore. Maybe they would be dinner another time though. My stomach growled a little at the thought, so I opened my mouth a little. The salt tasted horribly, but it was nice getting a little water before a meal. I shook my body, and sniffed the air. It felt almost a little hazy with teh rain dampening my sense of smell, but even then, my trusty nose was still good enough to help me remember where I left one of my reserves. While I preferred my meals fresh, you can't always have what you want. Even I knew that much. If I didn't I would not bear the horrid smells that filled my nostrils with every breath, the typical rotten, crappy smells of human dinner. It was nice though that admidst all that there was at least the saving grace of a the scent of people. My stomach growled a little again. Looking down to hide it, I licked my lips.
As soon as I was in an area with less of a crowd, I decided to sprint a little. I swooshed past a couple of pedestrians, a little too fast to tell of which type they were in this rain, but I was sure to avoid rushing near crowded areas, centers where the white coats gathered or anywhere that would be too exposed, like leaping. As i approached a forestal area, I allowed myself to indulge in skipping and splashing in the puddles, sniffing the air in between to guide myself towards that place, until at last I reached the little mound, completely unnoticeable if one wasn't looking for it or trying to smell it out. I dropped my knees into the ground, removed the gloves and began excitedly digging into it, until I found that little purple dagger I'd been chewing lately, and some leftovers from a couple of weeks ago. I grabbed them directly with my teeth, the leftovers that is, and picked up the quinque. With this kind of weaponry, no wonder those low-class investigators kept dying. Well, it WAS nice of them to always bring desert though.
Satisfied and still chewing on my meal, I decided to head to my temporary home. I could never stay in one place for too long, CCG wouldn't allow it, but that parking lot had been a surprisingly fitting place for me. Maybe I should make it into a castle of my own? Nah, it sounded fun to have a castle, but making one sounded like a hassle.[/div]
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[div class=Humanback]Kojinu Koganiku
Looking at the sky this late afternoon, I couldn't help but think about how useful these white coats were turning out, now adding that kept me from getting all wet when it started raining cats and dogs like this afternoon's natural shower (except without the nasty parts of showers). I made a couple mistakes at first, namely leaving the CCG blood unlicked, but ever since then I was on a roll. Before I started wearing one, people would shoot me glances all the time, now they seemed to avert their gazes, and didn't ask questions as often, except to ask if I wanted sugar with my coffee.Which only made it all the more annoying when someone DID come and ask questions. People who were also wearing these white coats, for the most part, like the two standing before me in the crowded street.
"Know me? Nope, I don't think so?" I stated with a head tilt, turning my eyes away from the sky to the investigators, carefully puling my hat further down to make sure to keep my ears covered and my eyes exposed. I was taught to keep my eyes exposed at all times. It was rude not to look people in the eye when speaking with them, after all. "My name is Hana Yamamuza. Does that help?"
The two white coated dinners looked at each other with grumping noises. One scratched his beard and closed his eyes while the other simply glanced around the coffee shop, before finally concluding they didn't, in fact, know anyone with my face and the name I just made up. They sighed together and smiled, the woman waving her arms in front of her in apology.
"No, we apologize. We've been a little worried since there is appearantly a ghoul that goes around with an investigator's attire. Have you heard of the Siren impostor?"
Naturally, I shook my head. I loved being praised.
"It seems they don't kill a lot, but when they do kill, it's always in a bundle. They haven't killed any major investigators so far, except for one, but it seems there was a major involvement of a group of ghouls targeting that investigator. Not that it matters to us common folk, we're nobody important. The branch is busy with something else, so they barely send anyone to deal with minor threats like the impostor."
We said our goodbyes after a while, and I returned to the rain as did they, smiling as if they weren't dinner anymore. Maybe they would be dinner another time though. My stomach growled a little at the thought, so I opened my mouth a little. The salt tasted horribly, but it was nice getting a little water before a meal. I shook my body, and sniffed the air. It felt almost a little hazy with teh rain dampening my sense of smell, but even then, my trusty nose was still good enough to help me remember where I left one of my reserves. While I preferred my meals fresh, you can't always have what you want. Even I knew that much. If I didn't I would not bear the horrid smells that filled my nostrils with every breath, the typical rotten, crappy smells of human dinner. It was nice though that admidst all that there was at least the saving grace of a the scent of people. My stomach growled a little again. Looking down to hide it, I licked my lips.
As soon as I was in an area with less of a crowd, I decided to sprint a little. I swooshed past a couple of pedestrians, a little too fast to tell of which type they were in this rain, but I was sure to avoid rushing near crowded areas, centers where the white coats gathered or anywhere that would be too exposed, like leaping. As i approached a forestal area, I allowed myself to indulge in skipping and splashing in the puddles, sniffing the air in between to guide myself towards that place, until at last I reached the little mound, completely unnoticeable if one wasn't looking for it or trying to smell it out. I dropped my knees into the ground, removed the gloves and began excitedly digging into it, until I found that little purple dagger I'd been chewing lately, and some leftovers from a couple of weeks ago. I grabbed them directly with my teeth, the leftovers that is, and picked up the quinque. With this kind of weaponry, no wonder those low-class investigators kept dying. Well, it WAS nice of them to always bring desert though.
Satisfied and still chewing on my meal, I decided to head to my temporary home. I could never stay in one place for too long, CCG wouldn't allow it, but that parking lot had been a surprisingly fitting place for me. Maybe I should make it into a castle of my own? Nah, it sounded fun to have a castle, but making one sounded like a hassle.[/div][div class=Ghoulback style="display:none"]
Paws/Siren Impostor
[div class=floatright][/div][div class=floatleft][/div]Looking at the sky this late afternoon, I couldn't help but think about how useful these white coats were turning out, now adding that kept me from getting all wet when it started raining cats and dogs like this afternoon's natural shower (except without the nasty parts of showers). I made a couple mistakes at first, namely leaving the CCG blood unlicked, but ever since then I was on a roll. Before I started wearing one, people would shoot me glances all the time, now they seemed to avert their gazes, and didn't ask questions as often, except to ask if I wanted sugar with my coffee.
Which only made it all the more annoying when someone DID come and ask questions. People who were also wearing these white coats, for the most part, like the two standing before me in the crowded street.
"Know me? Nope, I don't think so?" I stated with a head tilt, turning my eyes away from the sky to the investigators, carefully puling my hat further down to make sure to keep my ears covered and my eyes exposed. I was taught to keep my eyes exposed at all times. It was rude not to look people in the eye when speaking with them, after all. "My name is Hana Yamamuza. Does that help?"
The two white coated dinners looked at each other with grumping noises. One scratched his beard and closed his eyes while the other simply glanced around the coffee shop, before finally concluding they didn't, in fact, know anyone with my face and the name I just made up. They sighed together and smiled, the woman waving her arms in front of her in apology.
"No, we apologize. We've been a little worried since there is appearantly a ghoul that goes around with an investigator's attire. Have you heard of the Siren impostor?"
Naturally, I shook my head. I loved being praised.
"It seems they don't kill a lot, but when they do kill, it's always in a bundle. They haven't killed any major investigators so far, except for one, but it seems there was a major involvement of a group of ghouls targeting that investigator. Not that it matters to us common folk, we're nobody important. The branch is busy with something else, so they barely send anyone to deal with minor threats like the impostor."
We said our goodbyes after a while, and I returned to the rain as did they, smiling as if they weren't dinner anymore. Maybe they would be dinner another time though. My stomach growled a little at the thought, so I opened my mouth a little. The salt tasted horribly, but it was nice getting a little water before a meal. I shook my body, and sniffed the air. It felt almost a little hazy with teh rain dampening my sense of smell, but even then, my trusty nose was still good enough to help me remember where I left one of my reserves. While I preferred my meals fresh, you can't always have what you want. Even I knew that much. If I didn't I would not bear the horrid smells that filled my nostrils with every breath, the typical rotten, crappy smells of human dinner. It was nice though that admidst all that there was at least the saving grace of a the scent of people. My stomach growled a little again. Looking down to hide it, I licked my lips.
As soon as I was in an area with less of a crowd, I decided to sprint a little. I swooshed past a couple of pedestrians, a little too fast to tell of which type they were in this rain, but I was sure to avoid rushing near crowded areas, centers where the white coats gathered or anywhere that would be too exposed, like leaping. As i approached a forestal area, I allowed myself to indulge in skipping and splashing in the puddles, sniffing the air in between to guide myself towards that place, until at last I reached the little mound, completely unnoticeable if one wasn't looking for it or trying to smell it out. I dropped my knees into the ground, removed the gloves and began excitedly digging into it, until I found that little purple dagger I'd been chewing lately, and some leftovers from a couple of weeks ago. I grabbed them directly with my teeth, the leftovers that is, and picked up the quinque. With this kind of weaponry, no wonder those low-class investigators kept dying. Well, it WAS nice of them to always bring desert though.
Satisfied and still chewing on my meal, I decided to head to my temporary home. I could never stay in one place for too long, CCG wouldn't allow it, but that parking lot had been a surprisingly fitting place for me. Maybe I should make it into a castle of my own? Nah, it sounded fun to have a castle, but making one sounded like a hassle.
Kojinu Koganiku/Paws/Siren Impostor
Looking at the sky this late afternoon, I couldn't help but think about how useful these white coats were turning out, now adding that kept me from getting all wet when it started raining cats and dogs like this afternoon's natural shower (except without the nasty parts of showers). I made a couple mistakes at first, namely leaving the CCG blood unlicked, but ever since then I was on a roll. Before I started wearing one, people would shoot me glances all the time, now they seemed to avert their gazes, and didn't ask questions as often, except to ask if I wanted sugar with my coffee.
Which only made it all the more annoying when someone DID come and ask questions. People who were also wearing these white coats, for the most part, like the two standing before me in the crowded street.
"Know me? Nope, I don't think so?" I stated with a head tilt, turning my eyes away from the sky to the investigators, carefully puling my hat further down to make sure to keep my ears covered and my eyes exposed. I was taught to keep my eyes exposed at all times. It was rude not to look people in the eye when speaking with them, after all. "My name is Hana Yamamuza. Does that help?"
The two white coated dinners looked at each other with grumping noises. One scratched his beard and closed his eyes while the other simply glanced around the coffee shop, before finally concluding they didn't, in fact, know anyone with my face and the name I just made up. They sighed together and smiled, the woman waving her arms in front of her in apology.
"No, we apologize. We've been a little worried since there is appearantly a ghoul that goes around with an investigator's attire. Have you heard of the Siren impostor?"
Naturally, I shook my head. I loved being praised.
"It seems they don't kill a lot, but when they do kill, it's always in a bundle. They haven't killed any major investigators so far, except for one, but it seems there was a major involvement of a group of ghouls targeting that investigator. Not that it matters to us common folk, we're nobody important. The branch is busy with something else, so they barely send anyone to deal with minor threats like the impostor."
We said our goodbyes after a while, and I returned to the rain as did they, smiling as if they weren't dinner anymore. Maybe they would be dinner another time though. My stomach growled a little at the thought, so I opened my mouth a little. The salt tasted horribly, but it was nice getting a little water before a meal. I shook my body, and sniffed the air. It felt almost a little hazy with teh rain dampening my sense of smell, but even then, my trusty nose was still good enough to help me remember where I left one of my reserves. While I preferred my meals fresh, you can't always have what you want. Even I knew that much. If I didn't I would not bear the horrid smells that filled my nostrils with every breath, the typical rotten, crappy smells of human dinner. It was nice though that admidst all that there was at least the saving grace of a the scent of people. My stomach growled a little again. Looking down to hide it, I licked my lips.
As soon as I was in an area with less of a crowd, I decided to sprint a little. I swooshed past a couple of pedestrians, a little too fast to tell of which type they were in this rain, but I was sure to avoid rushing near crowded areas, centers where the white coats gathered or anywhere that would be too exposed, like leaping. As i approached a forestal area, I allowed myself to indulge in skipping and splashing in the puddles, sniffing the air in between to guide myself towards that place, until at last I reached the little mound, completely unnoticeable if one wasn't looking for it or trying to smell it out. I dropped my knees into the ground, removed the gloves and began excitedly digging into it, until I found that little purple dagger I'd been chewing lately, and some leftovers from a couple of weeks ago. I grabbed them directly with my teeth, the leftovers that is, and picked up the quinque. With this kind of weaponry, no wonder those low-class investigators kept dying. Well, it WAS nice of them to always bring desert though.
Satisfied and still chewing on my meal, I decided to head to my temporary home. I could never stay in one place for too long, CCG wouldn't allow it, but that parking lot had been a surprisingly fitting place for me. Maybe I should make it into a castle of my own? Nah, it sounded fun to have a castle, but making one sounded like a hassle.
Looking at the sky this late afternoon, I couldn't help but think about how useful these white coats were turning out, now adding that kept me from getting all wet when it started raining cats and dogs like this afternoon's natural shower (except without the nasty parts of showers). I made a couple mistakes at first, namely leaving the CCG blood unlicked, but ever since then I was on a roll. Before I started wearing one, people would shoot me glances all the time, now they seemed to avert their gazes, and didn't ask questions as often, except to ask if I wanted sugar with my coffee.
Which only made it all the more annoying when someone DID come and ask questions. People who were also wearing these white coats, for the most part, like the two standing before me in the crowded street.
"Know me? Nope, I don't think so?" I stated with a head tilt, turning my eyes away from the sky to the investigators, carefully puling my hat further down to make sure to keep my ears covered and my eyes exposed. I was taught to keep my eyes exposed at all times. It was rude not to look people in the eye when speaking with them, after all. "My name is Hana Yamamuza. Does that help?"
The two white coated dinners looked at each other with grumping noises. One scratched his beard and closed his eyes while the other simply glanced around the coffee shop, before finally concluding they didn't, in fact, know anyone with my face and the name I just made up. They sighed together and smiled, the woman waving her arms in front of her in apology.
"No, we apologize. We've been a little worried since there is appearantly a ghoul that goes around with an investigator's attire. Have you heard of the Siren impostor?"
Naturally, I shook my head. I loved being praised.
"It seems they don't kill a lot, but when they do kill, it's always in a bundle. They haven't killed any major investigators so far, except for one, but it seems there was a major involvement of a group of ghouls targeting that investigator. Not that it matters to us common folk, we're nobody important. The branch is busy with something else, so they barely send anyone to deal with minor threats like the impostor."
We said our goodbyes after a while, and I returned to the rain as did they, smiling as if they weren't dinner anymore. Maybe they would be dinner another time though. My stomach growled a little at the thought, so I opened my mouth a little. The salt tasted horribly, but it was nice getting a little water before a meal. I shook my body, and sniffed the air. It felt almost a little hazy with teh rain dampening my sense of smell, but even then, my trusty nose was still good enough to help me remember where I left one of my reserves. While I preferred my meals fresh, you can't always have what you want. Even I knew that much. If I didn't I would not bear the horrid smells that filled my nostrils with every breath, the typical rotten, crappy smells of human dinner. It was nice though that admidst all that there was at least the saving grace of a the scent of people. My stomach growled a little again. Looking down to hide it, I licked my lips.
As soon as I was in an area with less of a crowd, I decided to sprint a little. I swooshed past a couple of pedestrians, a little too fast to tell of which type they were in this rain, but I was sure to avoid rushing near crowded areas, centers where the white coats gathered or anywhere that would be too exposed, like leaping. As i approached a forestal area, I allowed myself to indulge in skipping and splashing in the puddles, sniffing the air in between to guide myself towards that place, until at last I reached the little mound, completely unnoticeable if one wasn't looking for it or trying to smell it out. I dropped my knees into the ground, removed the gloves and began excitedly digging into it, until I found that little purple dagger I'd been chewing lately, and some leftovers from a couple of weeks ago. I grabbed them directly with my teeth, the leftovers that is, and picked up the quinque. With this kind of weaponry, no wonder those low-class investigators kept dying. Well, it WAS nice of them to always bring desert though.
Satisfied and still chewing on my meal, I decided to head to my temporary home. I could never stay in one place for too long, CCG wouldn't allow it, but that parking lot had been a surprisingly fitting place for me. Maybe I should make it into a castle of my own? Nah, it sounded fun to have a castle, but making one sounded like a hassle.
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You faker than some Sweet 'N Low
"Do you want to die? ... Just kidding!"
Kaito hummed as she rearranged the figurines she kept on her desk. All cutesy anime characters from Manga and anime that she had taken a liking to, they were one of the few things that she could stave her boredom off when she was stuck in the office. She silently pouted it the colourful toys, as if that would fix the fact that she was bored and had a stack of paperwork that she probably should've gotten around to doing. She walked one of her Nendoroids across her desk, which in turn caused one of the arms to fall off of it. Why was it always the damn arm that was popping off, out of all the pieces that could come off?
"Wonder if they'd say something if I stepped outside... " Kaito mused as she picked the arm up and shoved it back into the joint. She didn't have a particularly bad craving for nicotine, despite the fact that what she would do if she went out was light a cigarette. She just didn't fucking want to work. She'd done enough paperwork already, more could definitely wait until... Later. When she felt like doing it. She put her Nendoroid back on it's stand.
Kaito looked up for a moment when she heard somebody moving nearby- Hato, who she... Didn't precisely talk to very much. Maybe today would be a good day to actually start communicating with him? She mused over the idea for a moment. This was her teammate, she should probably actually get to know the man. Then again, was she truly that concerned about him? Could it hurt to talk to him? Asking her teammate if he wanted to eat lunch with her wouldn't be considered strange. She was sure that they had talked to each other enough for it to be percieved as friendly instead of creepy. It wasn't like she was asking to go to a bar with him.
"Hey Chase-san!" She cheerfully chimed at the man, waving at him so that he'd look toward her. She couldn't help but momentarily think about how much taller he was than she was- if he tried anything, she'd aim for his legs. Despite her friendly demeanor, she didn't yet trust him as far as she could throw him. Scratch that, she might actually have been able to throw him if she tried hard enough. Maybe, she wasn't sure, she didn't typically throw people.
"You wanna get lunch with me, man? I'll buy. Think Hattori might be getting tired of eating with me," Kaito chuckled at the end of her statement, brushing a few strands of white hair out of her eyes. Maybe this would be good encouragement for her to eat something other than just cake for lunch? No, she didn't care if Hato judged her for eating just sweets, but realistically she'd be hungry again within a couple hours if she did only eat cake.
"Wonder if they'd say something if I stepped outside... " Kaito mused as she picked the arm up and shoved it back into the joint. She didn't have a particularly bad craving for nicotine, despite the fact that what she would do if she went out was light a cigarette. She just didn't fucking want to work. She'd done enough paperwork already, more could definitely wait until... Later. When she felt like doing it. She put her Nendoroid back on it's stand.
Kaito looked up for a moment when she heard somebody moving nearby- Hato, who she... Didn't precisely talk to very much. Maybe today would be a good day to actually start communicating with him? She mused over the idea for a moment. This was her teammate, she should probably actually get to know the man. Then again, was she truly that concerned about him? Could it hurt to talk to him? Asking her teammate if he wanted to eat lunch with her wouldn't be considered strange. She was sure that they had talked to each other enough for it to be percieved as friendly instead of creepy. It wasn't like she was asking to go to a bar with him.
"Hey Chase-san!" She cheerfully chimed at the man, waving at him so that he'd look toward her. She couldn't help but momentarily think about how much taller he was than she was- if he tried anything, she'd aim for his legs. Despite her friendly demeanor, she didn't yet trust him as far as she could throw him. Scratch that, she might actually have been able to throw him if she tried hard enough. Maybe, she wasn't sure, she didn't typically throw people.
"You wanna get lunch with me, man? I'll buy. Think Hattori might be getting tired of eating with me," Kaito chuckled at the end of her statement, brushing a few strands of white hair out of her eyes. Maybe this would be good encouragement for her to eat something other than just cake for lunch? No, she didn't care if Hato judged her for eating just sweets, but realistically she'd be hungry again within a couple hours if she did only eat cake.
Kimona
Watermelon king
OOC: Out of curiosity I may or may not have stolen your template Entity........ Yup. Just wanted to see how these things worked.
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- Ishikawa Touma
Touma was sitting at the 11th ward branch office. He was relaxing in a chair, his feet on the table ask he read a book. he had an earbud in one of his ears, with classical music playing, while he left his other ear unplugged so that he could listen to the rain. He liked the sound of the rain, rain was nice. He always loved rain, less people went outside when it was raining, and it left places nice a quiet. He liked quiet places, so of course this was a time he enjoyed most. He paused reading 'Norwegian Wood' to look at the lump crawling up the inside of his shirt. He smiled a little, as a small white creature pops it's head out. "Did you hide inside my pocket again Silver?" he asks the mouse which was now crawling across his chest. He shifted his book to one hand, and scooped the mouse, apparently Silver, up with the new-free hand, and lifted him up. "I guess you can hang out in my pocket today." he says with a smile before carefully dumping the white mouse in his chest pocket before sitting up a bit straighter and continuing to read his book from where he left off.
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Lo and behold, it is I!
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In the investigator office of Squad 36 sat Sora Shirakawa- recently promoted first-class ghoul investigator, hardened fighter, and newly changed man.
He stared deeply at his soulmate, her perfect brown eyes crinkling as she smiled that girlish grin that would make any straight man blush. It was those springy black pigtails, those lips the color of licorice, that body the shape of a fine Tang-dynasty meiping vase- oh! What Sora would do to make her his!
The tortured man let out a long sigh filled with pain, reaching out to stroke her glowing cheek.
What he touched instead was the cold, unfeeling glass of his computer monitor, which was emblazoned with the words FIND-YOUR-KPOP-SOULMATE.COM. Underneath it was a smiling girl, who sang and waved her pixelated arms in a complicated dance routine forever captured by a low-resolution gif. The caption was in hot pink.
93% MATCH: Kim Nara, main dancer of TYL Girl Group. BUY MERCH HEREà
In the distance, Sora heard the voice of his colleague Kaito asking Hato if he wanted to go out for food. This brought the forlorn man back from his fantasy land. With another sigh, he closed the webpage with the click of a button. Nara’s face flickered and disappeared, leaving Sora with nothing but a dark reflection of himself on the screen- sad, defeated, eyebrows creased.
What a curse it was, to fall in love with every pretty girl he would never have a chance with.
Get yourself together, man! Sora slapped his cheeks a couple times before turning towards Kaito in his plush swivel chair, raking back messy spikes of red hair with a gloved hand as he smiled as brightly as his new k-pop queen.
“Can I come with, dude? Or… dudes, I guess. If Hato’s gonna come too.” He looked questioningly at the serious investigator.
He didn’t really know enough about either of them to make any real judgments, but if he had to guess, they had both come from tough backgrounds and were just making the best of it. Like they all were. Eating with people you knew was a good way to blow off steam.
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In the investigator office of Squad 36 sat Sora Shirakawa- recently promoted first-class ghoul investigator, hardened fighter, and newly changed man.
He stared deeply at his soulmate, her perfect brown eyes crinkling as she smiled that girlish grin that would make any straight man blush. It was those springy black pigtails, those lips the color of licorice, that body the shape of a fine Tang-dynasty meiping vase- oh! What Sora would do to make her his!
The tortured man let out a long sigh filled with pain, reaching out to stroke her glowing cheek.
What he touched instead was the cold, unfeeling glass of his computer monitor, which was emblazoned with the words FIND-YOUR-KPOP-SOULMATE.COM. Underneath it was a smiling girl, who sang and waved her pixelated arms in a complicated dance routine forever captured by a low-resolution gif. The caption was in hot pink.
93% MATCH: Kim Nara, main dancer of TYL Girl Group. BUY MERCH HEREà
In the distance, Sora heard the voice of his colleague Kaito asking Hato if he wanted to go out for food. This brought the forlorn man back from his fantasy land. With another sigh, he closed the webpage with the click of a button. Nara’s face flickered and disappeared, leaving Sora with nothing but a dark reflection of himself on the screen- sad, defeated, eyebrows creased.
What a curse it was, to fall in love with every pretty girl he would never have a chance with.
Get yourself together, man! Sora slapped his cheeks a couple times before turning towards Kaito in his plush swivel chair, raking back messy spikes of red hair with a gloved hand as he smiled as brightly as his new k-pop queen.
“Can I come with, dude? Or… dudes, I guess. If Hato’s gonna come too.” He looked questioningly at the serious investigator.
He didn’t really know enough about either of them to make any real judgments, but if he had to guess, they had both come from tough backgrounds and were just making the best of it. Like they all were. Eating with people you knew was a good way to blow off steam.
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Entity.Eclypse
The 'White Bread' of the Rp Game
- Ide EizouTaking a moment to himself as he continued down this dreary side-walk his thoughts began to wander. Coming to Eden had been an odd situation for him, not so much to learning about about it being an establishment to help ghouls. He had joined because he figured it would be an easy job for a college drop-out like himself. Not one that could endanger his life occasionally. Despite this he grew an attachment to this place, a little inconspicuous flower shop, honestly the idea for a place more perfect than this slipped his mind. A bookstore could work but then they wouldn't have an ability to really hide the ghouls, since they'd need much less workers in that scenario.
A familiar scent hit his nose, the one of freshly brewed coffee. It was a delicate aroma, one similar to an earthen element. His heart skipped a beat at the mere thought of how a cup of coffee would go over right now, he might need one of those in a little while. He jotted it down somewhere in the many notes he kept in is head. Some were quotes from books, page numbers, or even dates in time. Continuing on his pathway he arrived quickly enough to a little ways off from the exterior of the building. Staring through the window from the distance he could see three bodies standing there.
Great... He thought to himself before moving forwards again, treading quietly despite the slight splash of water that came with each footstep. He reached the door in no time and pulled it open, glancing around at each of the new faces and then back to Haru. He merely had to enter the room to get the scent of the two new ghouls, which replaced the freshly roasted sensation he had moments earlier. He had merely heard the tail end of Haru's greetings as he placed his umbrella into the basket by the door.
He gave a moment for the door to shut behind him before shaking his head for a moment at his dirt-coated coworker. He cleared his throat as he continued inside, "Two ghouls. They're probably here on either rumors or to deliver a message, humor them for a bit. I'll go grab the boss" Ide spoke and continued past Milos. Offering only a moment to brush some of the dirt off his accomplices shoulder. It merely hit the floor in the dried and crumbled mess it was, that would be something he'd need to sweep up later as they did daily. For now there were more important matters to tend to, Such as the two ghouls who had shown up. Maybe, if he was lucky, the boss would have orders for him.
Maybe he'd have to track down some rumored ghoul or another unknown entity. Ascending the staircase he made his way to the second floor, pulling the key from his pocket he unlocked the door and entered it quickly after. The door shut with as quiet a thump as Ide could manage and the male locked the door back once more. Moving down the darkened hallway he soon approached a room, the floorboards sounded off ever so gently as he moved. Releasing a small squeak on one specific floorboard, Ide hated that floorboard, it was something to be fixed at a later date. Getting outside the boss's door he rapped his knuckles, the knock coming off as one typical enough, not one of urgency and not one of weakness. "It's Ide. We had two new ones show up, plus I figured I should come and see if you had anything I need to do" He spoke simply enough, placing the book down on the hallway table he waited for a response.
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Kimona
Caffeine Freak
Necromantic
You faker than some Sweet 'N Low
"Do you want to die? ... Just kidding!"
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Caffeine Freak
Arne
faith-syndrome
Kaito used her foot to turn her chair a bit as she heard a third voice chime in, asking if he could go to lunch with them. It seemed Sora wanted to join eat lunch with her, even if Hato said no. She couldn't think of any objections that she'd have in regards to spending some time with him- Sure, him fawning over every woman he saw could he a tad bit annoying, but she was sure the same could be said in regard to her tendency to gawk at attractive men. She didn't even need to worry about him trying to hit on her, she'd... never corrected anyone in the office on her gender. She was pretty sure that Associate Special Class Kiro knew that she was a woman, but that was only due to the fact that he would've had to look over her papers.
"Of course, the more the merrier!" That was, if Hato went with them. If he didn't, Kaito supposed it would just be her and Sora. Maybe Guren if she asked him. "Aw, how many times do I need to tell you to call me Kaito, Chase-san? You don't need to use my last name. And I eat more than sweets!" Kaito pouted up at Hato, though she soon snickered at the statement, breaking her temperamental façade. "What about Yakiniku or Curry? Those sound good right now."
If Hato wanted to doubt her health, maybe she should show him the handful of supplements that she took every day. Then she was pretty sure he'd have something to doubt.
Kaito's expression changed for a moment when a hand unexpectedly grabbed her shoulder and ushered her out of her chair, her right hand shooting up to take hold of the wrist attached to the offending hand. Guren's voice caused her to blink, snapping back to reality before she could try to break his arm or worse. Oh, it was just her partner grabbing her shoulder, and she could very well pull away from him if she needed to. The urgency in Guren's voice told her that not following him wasn't exactly an option at this moment.
"... Field work." Despite her boredom at the desk, Kaito had actually been hoping that she wouldn't need to go out to investigate or, worse yet, fight. While she wouldn't show it to her teammates, she didn't feel well at all, and even standing up as quickly as she had made her light headed. If Guren had come after she had eaten, maybe it would be a different story- then she'd have at least had something in her stomach to boost her sugar and iron some. This was apparently at a mall... Probably not a situation where she'd be stationed somewhere with her sniper rifle. If it came to a fight, she would definitely be using a Quinque or handgun. ...As long as the fight was ended quickly, she was pretty sure she could manage.
"Well, we don't have time to waste then, do we?" Kaito replied, her voice, while still as cheerful as ever, had a more serious edge to it. The fact that she took her work seriously despite her light hearted personality was one of the things that had assisted in getting her promoted to First Class as quickly as she had been, though her violent reactions to other people touching her had been something that prevented her from being paired up with a Junior Investigator. Sometimes, she was pretty sure that she was just paired up with Guren because the higher ups thought he could survive her violent outbursts. It was just convenient that she actually liked him.
How could Guren remain standing after she punched him? She'd been trying to figure that out since she first swung on her partner. Was he also Half Human?
"Of course, the more the merrier!" That was, if Hato went with them. If he didn't, Kaito supposed it would just be her and Sora. Maybe Guren if she asked him. "Aw, how many times do I need to tell you to call me Kaito, Chase-san? You don't need to use my last name. And I eat more than sweets!" Kaito pouted up at Hato, though she soon snickered at the statement, breaking her temperamental façade. "What about Yakiniku or Curry? Those sound good right now."
If Hato wanted to doubt her health, maybe she should show him the handful of supplements that she took every day. Then she was pretty sure he'd have something to doubt.
Kaito's expression changed for a moment when a hand unexpectedly grabbed her shoulder and ushered her out of her chair, her right hand shooting up to take hold of the wrist attached to the offending hand. Guren's voice caused her to blink, snapping back to reality before she could try to break his arm or worse. Oh, it was just her partner grabbing her shoulder, and she could very well pull away from him if she needed to. The urgency in Guren's voice told her that not following him wasn't exactly an option at this moment.
"... Field work." Despite her boredom at the desk, Kaito had actually been hoping that she wouldn't need to go out to investigate or, worse yet, fight. While she wouldn't show it to her teammates, she didn't feel well at all, and even standing up as quickly as she had made her light headed. If Guren had come after she had eaten, maybe it would be a different story- then she'd have at least had something in her stomach to boost her sugar and iron some. This was apparently at a mall... Probably not a situation where she'd be stationed somewhere with her sniper rifle. If it came to a fight, she would definitely be using a Quinque or handgun. ...As long as the fight was ended quickly, she was pretty sure she could manage.
"Well, we don't have time to waste then, do we?" Kaito replied, her voice, while still as cheerful as ever, had a more serious edge to it. The fact that she took her work seriously despite her light hearted personality was one of the things that had assisted in getting her promoted to First Class as quickly as she had been, though her violent reactions to other people touching her had been something that prevented her from being paired up with a Junior Investigator. Sometimes, she was pretty sure that she was just paired up with Guren because the higher ups thought he could survive her violent outbursts. It was just convenient that she actually liked him.
How could Guren remain standing after she punched him? She'd been trying to figure that out since she first swung on her partner. Was he also Half Human?
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- Ishikawa Touma
Mentions: Mice. always the mice. [USER=56687]@faith-syndrome[/USER] | At this point I don't know who else is nearby and so on.Touma eventually finished his chapter in his book and closed it after putting a bookmark in it. He then removed his feet from the table and stood up heading into the area where some of his other co-workers were. He didn't even glance at them as he headed to his desk, putting his book down onto it. "Well if they can't come, I'd certainly be happy to join you for lunch." He states simply in his flat tone of voice, only turning to look at them now, with his right hand on his hip. He was a bit hungry as is, and if he went with co-workers he might get the chance to learn a bit more about them, and that was always helpful.
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Two Thousand Club
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Entity.Eclypse
The 'White Bread' of the Rp Game
- Ide EizouIde had stood there for another moment before he heard movement. That's when the door opened he could feel the presence of the ghoul on the other side of the door. However he noticed her hand, more precisely her fingers, before her face. There was almost an eeriness to the way she had presented herself to him, as the face seemed to materialize from the nothingness he could see. Though he showed no fear towards the squinting expression, she was either having a bad day or a hard time seeing him. Either way crossing her was not on his to-do list. "Not to my recollection, probably some under the radar." He shrugged as she had exited the room.
Her moving past him was enough for his eyes to follow her instinctively, though telling him to follow her seemed a bit excessive given the number of people they had on staff to handle the situation. Asking question was once again not a priority of his, so he followed along with her to the lower floor. Honestly though, she seemed to show less enthusiasm than he did towards this whole situation, for someone who matched his age he didn't know where her energy went. She had gotten down to the nursery a little faster than he did, and she already seemed spiteful.
His frame allowed a small sigh to depart, "Did they already piss her off?" He muttered to himself and moved around her to the back room. Wasting no time he grabbed the broom and dustpan, returning from the room he began to sweep up the dirt that had been scattered about earlier by his coworker. Keeping the shop tidy was never a bad thing since it allowed for a better presentation to any patrons they may have. As if it was predicted they had a customer, though it seemed he was addressing Ishi. He glanced around the room to assess the mood overall, a customer. Two new ghouls, and one of the shop-owners. Main feelings he got from this was that it was far too crowded for his liking.
The sound of the hairs on the broom swished against the floor, dragging dirt and miscellaneous flower petals towards a pile. The wooden shaft of the broom was rugged and quite sturdy, it would take a decent bit of energy to go out of your way and break it. The request for a bouquet of orchids though, that was something he didn't usually hear at the shop. Typically they'd want a varying arrangement just to add flair to the gifts, however the newest ghoul had asked for strictly orchids. He let an eye linger in the direction of their customer, studying him, he seemed rather well off. Ide was pretty decent at identifying people's type by examining them, of course this was influenced by his time spent reading day in and day out.
However, he didn't speak of this. The other two ghouls who had made themselves known, the one who seemed most on edge. The male, if Ide had to guess he'd say the male was either quite chatty or trying to feel out how each person in the room was. Either way he seemed a bit too dense in that regard to be a threat to them, if anything he'd just put himself in a bad spot. Being in the center of the nursery put him at risk from all sides, the female who had accompanied him seemed to have remained towards the door. Not a bad choice if combat were to arise, however given the number advantage it was likely she too could be easily stopped.
Having felt out the room now he swept the pile of dirt and petals into the dust-pan, making his way to the trash-can behind the counter he dumped the pile into it and moved to the rear room again, where he stored the broom and dustpan. This had been a good opportunity and he made his back out into the nursery again, where he leaned on the counter, though he couldn't have a customer be overshadowed. "Sir, I'd say that if you add some diversity it could make your bouquet pop. Maybe adding a few roses, lilies, or even some peonies. That could catch your ladies eye, of course if you just desire orchids that's easily arranged" He spoke with a rather upbeat voice, as he did want to make the sell happen.
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Kimona
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The Pun Tyrant
OOC: Click the button to switch between the ghoul and disguise sides
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"I'm home!" I shouted to nobody in particular. Maybe I would need to worry about someone overhearing me and just happening to be at that parking lot, but then again, nobody ever came unless I brought them here. Except for kids. Kids sometimes came and played here. Then again, kids were pretty yummy. But not even kids could match a good old kagune, the best part of a ghoul.
It tasted horrible though, I considered for a moment. Immediately I felt a sharp pain piercing each extremity of my body and shivered, already knowing the obvious answer. I shook my head.
Because it was the best part, naturally. I took the turn into the downwards ramp, marked with a large 1 in white paint on the grey wall, while biting into the small purple quinque I just dug up.
"One." I counted. Then another complaint popped into my head. Why then was I the only one that seemed to eat them? Some of the ghouls I had encountered even seemed revolted that I ate the agunes. What if I could get sick? Should I really take such a risk? Why? I scratched my extermities and shivered, once again realizing the answer was right in front of my nose:
Because it was the best part, naturally. I wondered why such silly thoughts were coming to my head today. Maybe there was something in the air? I closed my eyes and took a deep sniff. No, the rubble and broken cars that populated this human tunnel retained the same stentch of dry blood, dust and leaked oil as before. The cracks on the walls, the eroded pillars keeping the parking lot as separate floors, the leftover scratch marks and bloodstains from the warring ghouls and investigators, none of it had any different. It could be that I had been here for too long indeed, as I suspected earlier. That being the case, I'd need to figure what direction to go towards, and be sure to pack a lunchbox as well. What it should contain was a good question...
"Three." I counted, having finally reached my destination. There were actually four floors underground, but I always stopped at the third because it was more confusing.Now before me were several metallic lunch boxes, also known as "cars". Humans used them to go fast, but I could go fast anyway, so I found a more fitting use for them. I opened the hood of the lunchbox and plucked an intestine out. It seemingly belonged to this food-eating competition 2nd place champion or whatever, so it was full of pretty nice fat. I was saving it for a special occasion, but since I might be leaving soon anyway... And it wasn't like there was nothing else great around here either. While not in all the cars, the battles had made some of them crash into each other, form piles or circles, and so on... those were great places to put my food, like digging a hole in the forest, but done in metal lunchboxes. Someone's guts in the hood, someone's eyes in the gas tank, someone's head stuffed into the back seat beneath the baby chair, a leg in the trunk... Who'd bother search wrecked cars? I wasn't hungry anymore though, and since night was gonna fall soon, I might as well take a nap. Maybe I'd get to hunt if I woke up early enough. Or at least, I could think about what to do next better. I gazed to the ventilation shafts and sewer pipes that "decorated" the ceiling in the parking lot's floors, I yawned. I leaped to my usual spot among a certain cluster of cars and laid the coat on the floor like a comfy newspaper. My eyes turned red as my ukaku part emerged from my back.
As I waited for the acids inside to make the kagune camouflage, and I yawned again, my thoughts drifted. I was good at hiding, it seemed. Why did I go through the trouble of hunting other ghouls, when mere humans were much easier? Why was I still chewing on that hard piece of purple semi-metal, that wasn't even actual food? Why was it so more satisfying than the delicious succulent intestines earlier? I rustled in my "newspaper" for a second, before recalling the obvious answer.
"Because kagunes are the best part, naturally. Woof!" I reassured myself with a bright joyful smile, before proceeding to nibble into the quinque some more until I drifted to sleep asleep.
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"I'm home!" I shouted to nobody in particular. Maybe I would need to worry about someone overhearing me and just happening to be at that parking lot, but then again, nobody ever came unless I brought them here. Except for kids. Kids sometimes came and played here. Then again, kids were pretty yummy. But not even kids could match a good old kagune, the best part of a ghoul.
It tasted horrible though, I considered for a moment. Immediately I felt a sharp pain piercing each extremity of my body and shivered, already knowing the obvious answer. I shook my head.
Because it was the best part, naturally. I took the turn into the downwards ramp, marked with a large 1 in white paint on the grey wall, while biting into the small purple quinque I just dug up.
"One." I counted. Then another complaint popped into my head. Why then was I the only one that seemed to eat them? Some of the ghouls I had encountered even seemed revolted that I ate the agunes. What if I could get sick? Should I really take such a risk? Why? I scratched my extermities and shivered, once again realizing the answer was right in front of my nose:
Because it was the best part, naturally. I wondered why such silly thoughts were coming to my head today. Maybe there was something in the air? I closed my eyes and took a deep sniff. No, the rubble and broken cars that populated this human tunnel retained the same stentch of dry blood, dust and leaked oil as before. The cracks on the walls, the eroded pillars keeping the parking lot as separate floors, the leftover scratch marks and bloodstains from the warring ghouls and investigators, none of it had any different. It could be that I had been here for too long indeed, as I suspected earlier. That being the case, I'd need to figure what direction to go towards, and be sure to pack a lunchbox as well. What it should contain was a good question...
"Three." I counted, having finally reached my destination. There were actually four floors underground, but I always stopped at the third because it was more confusing.Now before me were several metallic lunch boxes, also known as "cars". Humans used them to go fast, but I could go fast anyway, so I found a more fitting use for them. I opened the hood of the lunchbox and plucked an intestine out. It seemingly belonged to this food-eating competition 2nd place champion or whatever, so it was full of pretty nice fat. I was saving it for a special occasion, but since I might be leaving soon anyway... And it wasn't like there was nothing else great around here either. While not in all the cars, the battles had made some of them crash into each other, form piles or circles, and so on... those were great places to put my food, like digging a hole in the forest, but done in metal lunchboxes. Someone's guts in the hood, someone's eyes in the gas tank, someone's head stuffed into the back seat beneath the baby chair, a leg in the trunk... Who'd bother search wrecked cars? I wasn't hungry anymore though, and since night was gonna fall soon, I might as well take a nap. Maybe I'd get to hunt if I woke up early enough. Or at least, I could think about what to do next better. I gazed to the ventilation shafts and sewer pipes that "decorated" the ceiling in the parking lot's floors, I yawned. I leaped to my usual spot among a certain cluster of cars and laid the coat on the floor like a comfy newspaper. My eyes turned red as my ukaku part emerged from my back.
As I waited for the acids inside to make the kagune camouflage, and I yawned again, my thoughts drifted. I was good at hiding, it seemed. Why did I go through the trouble of hunting other ghouls, when mere humans were much easier? Why was I still chewing on that hard piece of purple semi-metal, that wasn't even actual food? Why was it so more satisfying than the delicious succulent intestines earlier? I rustled in my "newspaper" for a second, before recalling the obvious answer.
"Because kagunes are the best part, naturally. Woof!" I reassured myself with a bright joyful smile, before proceeding to nibble into the quinque some more until I drifted to asleep.
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[div class=Humanback]Kojinu Koganiku
"I'm home!" I shouted to nobody in particular. Maybe I would need to worry about someone overhearing me and just happening to be at that parking lot, but then again, nobody ever came unless I brought them here. Except for kids. Kids sometimes came and played here. Then again, kids were pretty yummy. But not even kids could match a good old kagune, the best part of a ghoul.It tasted horrible though, I considered for a moment. Immediately I felt a sharp pain piercing each extremity of my body and shivered, already knowing the obvious answer. I shook my head.
Because it was the best part, naturally. I took the turn into the downwards ramp, marked with a large 1 in white paint on the grey wall, while biting into the small purple quinque I just dug up.
"One." I counted. Then another complaint popped into my head. Why then was I the only one that seemed to eat them? Some of the ghouls I had encountered even seemed revolted that I ate the agunes. What if I could get sick? Should I really take such a risk? Why? I scratched my extermities and shivered, once again realizing the answer was right in front of my nose:
Because it was the best part, naturally. I wondered why such silly thoughts were coming to my head today. Maybe there was something in the air? I closed my eyes and took a deep sniff. No, the rubble and broken cars that populated this human tunnel retained the same stentch of dry blood, dust and leaked oil as before. The cracks on the walls, the eroded pillars keeping the parking lot as separate floors, the leftover scratch marks and bloodstains from the warring ghouls and investigators, none of it had any different. It could be that I had been here for too long indeed, as I suspected earlier. That being the case, I'd need to figure what direction to go towards, and be sure to pack a lunchbox as well. What it should contain was a good question...
"Three." I counted, having finally reached my destination. There were actually four floors underground, but I always stopped at the third because it was more confusing.Now before me were several metallic lunch boxes, also known as "cars". Humans used them to go fast, but I could go fast anyway, so I found a more fitting use for them. I opened the hood of the lunchbox and plucked an intestine out. It seemingly belonged to this food-eating competition 2nd place champion or whatever, so it was full of pretty nice fat. I was saving it for a special occasion, but since I might be leaving soon anyway... And it wasn't like there was nothing else great around here either. While not in all the cars, the battles had made some of them crash into each other, form piles or circles, and so on... those were great places to put my food, like digging a hole in the forest, but done in metal lunchboxes. Someone's guts in the hood, someone's eyes in the gas tank, someone's head stuffed into the back seat beneath the baby chair, a leg in the trunk... Who'd bother search wrecked cars? I wasn't hungry anymore though, and since night was gonna fall soon, I might as well take a nap. Maybe I'd get to hunt if I woke up early enough. Or at least, I could think about what to do next better. I gazed to the ventilation shafts and sewer pipes that "decorated" the ceiling in the parking lot's floors, I yawned. I leaped to my usual spot among a certain cluster of cars and laid the coat on the floor like a comfy newspaper. My eyes turned red as my ukaku part emerged from my back.
As I waited for the acids inside to make the kagune camouflage, and I yawned again, my thoughts drifted. I was good at hiding, it seemed. Why did I go through the trouble of hunting other ghouls, when mere humans were much easier? Why was I still chewing on that hard piece of purple semi-metal, that wasn't even actual food? Why was it so more satisfying than the delicious succulent intestines earlier? I rustled in my "newspaper" for a second, before recalling the obvious answer.
"Because kagunes are the best part, naturally. Woof!" I reassured myself with a bright joyful smile, before proceeding to nibble into the quinque some more until I drifted to sleep asleep.
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Paws/Siren Impostor
[div class=floatright][/div][div class=floatleft][/div]"I'm home!" I shouted to nobody in particular. Maybe I would need to worry about someone overhearing me and just happening to be at that parking lot, but then again, nobody ever came unless I brought them here. Except for kids. Kids sometimes came and played here. Then again, kids were pretty yummy. But not even kids could match a good old kagune, the best part of a ghoul.
It tasted horrible though, I considered for a moment. Immediately I felt a sharp pain piercing each extremity of my body and shivered, already knowing the obvious answer. I shook my head.
Because it was the best part, naturally. I took the turn into the downwards ramp, marked with a large 1 in white paint on the grey wall, while biting into the small purple quinque I just dug up.
"One." I counted. Then another complaint popped into my head. Why then was I the only one that seemed to eat them? Some of the ghouls I had encountered even seemed revolted that I ate the agunes. What if I could get sick? Should I really take such a risk? Why? I scratched my extermities and shivered, once again realizing the answer was right in front of my nose:
Because it was the best part, naturally. I wondered why such silly thoughts were coming to my head today. Maybe there was something in the air? I closed my eyes and took a deep sniff. No, the rubble and broken cars that populated this human tunnel retained the same stentch of dry blood, dust and leaked oil as before. The cracks on the walls, the eroded pillars keeping the parking lot as separate floors, the leftover scratch marks and bloodstains from the warring ghouls and investigators, none of it had any different. It could be that I had been here for too long indeed, as I suspected earlier. That being the case, I'd need to figure what direction to go towards, and be sure to pack a lunchbox as well. What it should contain was a good question...
"Three." I counted, having finally reached my destination. There were actually four floors underground, but I always stopped at the third because it was more confusing.Now before me were several metallic lunch boxes, also known as "cars". Humans used them to go fast, but I could go fast anyway, so I found a more fitting use for them. I opened the hood of the lunchbox and plucked an intestine out. It seemingly belonged to this food-eating competition 2nd place champion or whatever, so it was full of pretty nice fat. I was saving it for a special occasion, but since I might be leaving soon anyway... And it wasn't like there was nothing else great around here either. While not in all the cars, the battles had made some of them crash into each other, form piles or circles, and so on... those were great places to put my food, like digging a hole in the forest, but done in metal lunchboxes. Someone's guts in the hood, someone's eyes in the gas tank, someone's head stuffed into the back seat beneath the baby chair, a leg in the trunk... Who'd bother search wrecked cars? I wasn't hungry anymore though, and since night was gonna fall soon, I might as well take a nap. Maybe I'd get to hunt if I woke up early enough. Or at least, I could think about what to do next better. I gazed to the ventilation shafts and sewer pipes that "decorated" the ceiling in the parking lot's floors, I yawned. I leaped to my usual spot among a certain cluster of cars and laid the coat on the floor like a comfy newspaper. My eyes turned red as my ukaku part emerged from my back.
As I waited for the acids inside to make the kagune camouflage, and I yawned again, my thoughts drifted. I was good at hiding, it seemed. Why did I go through the trouble of hunting other ghouls, when mere humans were much easier? Why was I still chewing on that hard piece of purple semi-metal, that wasn't even actual food? Why was it so more satisfying than the delicious succulent intestines earlier? I rustled in my "newspaper" for a second, before recalling the obvious answer.
"Because kagunes are the best part, naturally. Woof!" I reassured myself with a bright joyful smile, before proceeding to nibble into the quinque some more until I drifted to asleep.
Kojinu Koganiku/Paws/Siren Impostor
"I'm home!" I shouted to nobody in particular. Maybe I would need to worry about someone overhearing me and just happening to be at that parking lot, but then again, nobody ever came unless I brought them here. Except for kids. Kids sometimes came and played here. Then again, kids were pretty yummy. But not even kids could match a good old kagune, the best part of a ghoul.
It tasted horrible though, I considered for a moment. Immediately I felt a sharp pain piercing each extremity of my body and shivered, already knowing the obvious answer. I shook my head.
Because it was the best part, naturally. I took the turn into the downwards ramp, marked with a large 1 in white paint on the grey wall, while biting into the small purple quinque I just dug up.
"One." I counted. Then another complaint popped into my head. Why then was I the only one that seemed to eat them? Some of the ghouls I had encountered even seemed revolted that I ate the agunes. What if I could get sick? Should I really take such a risk? Why? I scratched my extermities and shivered, once again realizing the answer was right in front of my nose:
Because it was the best part, naturally. I wondered why such silly thoughts were coming to my head today. Maybe there was something in the air? I closed my eyes and took a deep sniff. No, the rubble and broken cars that populated this human tunnel retained the same stentch of dry blood, dust and leaked oil as before. The cracks on the walls, the eroded pillars keeping the parking lot as separate floors, the leftover scratch marks and bloodstains from the warring ghouls and investigators, none of it had any different. It could be that I had been here for too long indeed, as I suspected earlier. That being the case, I'd need to figure what direction to go towards, and be sure to pack a lunchbox as well. What it should contain was a good question...
"Three." I counted, having finally reached my destination. There were actually four floors underground, but I always stopped at the third because it was more confusing.Now before me were several metallic lunch boxes, also known as "cars". Humans used them to go fast, but I could go fast anyway, so I found a more fitting use for them. I opened the hood of the lunchbox and plucked an intestine out. It seemingly belonged to this food-eating competition 2nd place champion or whatever, so it was full of pretty nice fat. I was saving it for a special occasion, but since I might be leaving soon anyway... And it wasn't like there was nothing else great around here either. While not in all the cars, the battles had made some of them crash into each other, form piles or circles, and so on... those were great places to put my food, like digging a hole in the forest, but done in metal lunchboxes. Someone's guts in the hood, someone's eyes in the gas tank, someone's head stuffed into the back seat beneath the baby chair, a leg in the trunk... Who'd bother search wrecked cars? I wasn't hungry anymore though, and since night was gonna fall soon, I might as well take a nap. Maybe I'd get to hunt if I woke up early enough. Or at least, I could think about what to do next better. I gazed to the ventilation shafts and sewer pipes that "decorated" the ceiling in the parking lot's floors, I yawned. I leaped to my usual spot among a certain cluster of cars and laid the coat on the floor like a comfy newspaper. My eyes turned red as my ukaku part emerged from my back.
As I waited for the acids inside to make the kagune camouflage, and I yawned again, my thoughts drifted. I was good at hiding, it seemed. Why did I go through the trouble of hunting other ghouls, when mere humans were much easier? Why was I still chewing on that hard piece of purple semi-metal, that wasn't even actual food? Why was it so more satisfying than the delicious succulent intestines earlier? I rustled in my "newspaper" for a second, before recalling the obvious answer.
"Because kagunes are the best part, naturally. Woof!" I reassured myself with a bright joyful smile, before proceeding to nibble into the quinque some more until I drifted to asleep.
"I'm home!" I shouted to nobody in particular. Maybe I would need to worry about someone overhearing me and just happening to be at that parking lot, but then again, nobody ever came unless I brought them here. Except for kids. Kids sometimes came and played here. Then again, kids were pretty yummy. But not even kids could match a good old kagune, the best part of a ghoul.
It tasted horrible though, I considered for a moment. Immediately I felt a sharp pain piercing each extremity of my body and shivered, already knowing the obvious answer. I shook my head.
Because it was the best part, naturally. I took the turn into the downwards ramp, marked with a large 1 in white paint on the grey wall, while biting into the small purple quinque I just dug up.
"One." I counted. Then another complaint popped into my head. Why then was I the only one that seemed to eat them? Some of the ghouls I had encountered even seemed revolted that I ate the agunes. What if I could get sick? Should I really take such a risk? Why? I scratched my extermities and shivered, once again realizing the answer was right in front of my nose:
Because it was the best part, naturally. I wondered why such silly thoughts were coming to my head today. Maybe there was something in the air? I closed my eyes and took a deep sniff. No, the rubble and broken cars that populated this human tunnel retained the same stentch of dry blood, dust and leaked oil as before. The cracks on the walls, the eroded pillars keeping the parking lot as separate floors, the leftover scratch marks and bloodstains from the warring ghouls and investigators, none of it had any different. It could be that I had been here for too long indeed, as I suspected earlier. That being the case, I'd need to figure what direction to go towards, and be sure to pack a lunchbox as well. What it should contain was a good question...
"Three." I counted, having finally reached my destination. There were actually four floors underground, but I always stopped at the third because it was more confusing.Now before me were several metallic lunch boxes, also known as "cars". Humans used them to go fast, but I could go fast anyway, so I found a more fitting use for them. I opened the hood of the lunchbox and plucked an intestine out. It seemingly belonged to this food-eating competition 2nd place champion or whatever, so it was full of pretty nice fat. I was saving it for a special occasion, but since I might be leaving soon anyway... And it wasn't like there was nothing else great around here either. While not in all the cars, the battles had made some of them crash into each other, form piles or circles, and so on... those were great places to put my food, like digging a hole in the forest, but done in metal lunchboxes. Someone's guts in the hood, someone's eyes in the gas tank, someone's head stuffed into the back seat beneath the baby chair, a leg in the trunk... Who'd bother search wrecked cars? I wasn't hungry anymore though, and since night was gonna fall soon, I might as well take a nap. Maybe I'd get to hunt if I woke up early enough. Or at least, I could think about what to do next better. I gazed to the ventilation shafts and sewer pipes that "decorated" the ceiling in the parking lot's floors, I yawned. I leaped to my usual spot among a certain cluster of cars and laid the coat on the floor like a comfy newspaper. My eyes turned red as my ukaku part emerged from my back.
As I waited for the acids inside to make the kagune camouflage, and I yawned again, my thoughts drifted. I was good at hiding, it seemed. Why did I go through the trouble of hunting other ghouls, when mere humans were much easier? Why was I still chewing on that hard piece of purple semi-metal, that wasn't even actual food? Why was it so more satisfying than the delicious succulent intestines earlier? I rustled in my "newspaper" for a second, before recalling the obvious answer.
"Because kagunes are the best part, naturally. Woof!" I reassured myself with a bright joyful smile, before proceeding to nibble into the quinque some more until I drifted to asleep.
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