Fandom Tokyo Ghoul ❀ EDEN

[QuirkyAngel]

Eden -- Setagaya (12th Ward)​

“Yes,” Akira’s reply to the leering ghoul was short and simple, not feeling the need to go into detail about his personal life. Nor did he lie. Reiko did hold a special position to him, compared to other humans at least, because she’d be the one to carry his offspring. The end goal for all biological organisms was reproduction. It was no different for Akira. He couldn’t say he held any romantic feelings for her, nothing like what novels described, but he wasn’t completely unattached either.

They’d met when his adoptive parents introduced her—the daughter of a family friend. They’d dated for two years. She proposed. He accepted because, well, why not? He was at the age where he ought be married by human standards. A human wife wasn’t a bad option. It would be harder to keep his race a secret…but Akira had been doing that his entire life. Therefore, he wasn’t particularly worried. In some ways, Reiko was easier to deal with than his adoptive parents. She understood and respected the fact that he had secrets.

She didn’t try to pry.

She knew she was a terrible cook (not that he could tell) and didn’t go out of her way to do it too often.

She had her own job in a financing company that she loved.

Overall, Akira felt like he could live with her.

Meeting the younger ghoul’s leering gaze, Akira returned the favor, coolly assessing the boy just as he was assessed. Brown hair. Blue eyes. A mask that covered his mouth. There was no way for him for Akira to tell what sort of Kagune he possessed, but, judging from his size, he probably carried a lighter variety of RC cells. Ukaku or possibly Rinkaku. “Are you trying to become a florist?”

He knew the rumors regarding Eden, of course. It started in the 12th ward and made its way around certain circles. A powerful organization against the CCG. A fabled sanctuary for ghouls. A place where humans and ghouls could live in harmony. There were all sorts of tales spreading from one ghoul to the next—especially popular among his non-human patients, the ones that had become too weak to hunt. However, whether such a haven existed or not, was of little consequence to Akira.

Young ghouls that threw their lot in the wrong crowd suffered the consequences.

Akira had watched how ghoul gangs recruited. They aimed for the desperate. They made false promises. They started battles. Then they sacrificed their own in order to escape. Akira had no desire to be a pawn in such a game.

He was a bit surprised when the teal-haired shopkeeper addressed him, having expected the female behind the corner to prepare the bouquet—since she’s been the one he’d spoken to. But, in the end, it didn’t really matter which of the employees prepared the the flowers. They just needed to be prepared in a timely manner. Silently studying the young ghoul at the counter, Akira nodded. He seemed to know what he was talking about.

“So long as the orchids remain the centerpiece of the arrangement, I’ll leave the rest to you.”

Or her.

Whichever.

It wasn’t as if Akira knew his way around flowers. Or what females found appealing nowadays. Stepping away from the counter, so other customers could make their purchases if they so wished, Dr. Horiyama let his gaze wander to second conversation going on. It was certainly a curious topic they were discussing. If it was meant to be a private conversation for an initiation into a secret organization, they weren’t doing a very good job of it. Akira checked his watch.

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[Purity]

< Commission of Counter Ghoul Branch Office – Ota (11th Ward) >

“Siren’s going to have to wait for now, along with lunch. Anyway, if I remember correctly, the higher-ups finally acknowledged Imposter and are going to assign a couple squads to its capture. We’ve got a new job on our hands.”

Kiro walked into the room and dropped a tablet on the table. It was a report simply titled “Priority,” but that wasn’t the most attention-grabbing thing on it. What instead immediately caught the eye was the picture included at the beginning of the report. It was a scene that even the devil would likely shudder at: an alleyway entirely splattered in blood, with entrails gruesomely trailing crisscross on the ground and half-eaten corpses laying in a myriad of positions. You could barely tell that the corpses had been investigators, the only sign being torn parts of their coats. Any other features looked like they had literally been ripped off the bodies.

Even worse, the entire scene looked like it had been decomposing for a few days. An obvious swarm of flies had settled on the dried stains.

“This happened right here, in Ward 11. That squad could’ve been us, if we’d been caught as off guard as the analysts guess. Maybe some of you even knew people in Squad 54. Over 20 investigators were found killed at this scene. It’s our job to find out by who.” Kiro picked up the tablet and started scrolling through other reports. He was glad no one on the team was uncomfortable with such hellish scenes. It would only serve to fuel their emotions instead.

“We have some information to work off of. It was by a group of ghouls that the brains think is a piece of Leviathan. Groups like this one have become increasingly common in the last couple of months, even though it was originally believed that Leviathan had completely died with the attack on December 7th.”

Kiro went to the flat-screen in the room and turned it on with his tablet. He then flicked some images onto the screen. They all showcased a group of people in black cloaks and completely white masks, aside from holes for the eyes.

“This particular branch calls themselves Zeal. Unfortunately, that’s where our information ends. We don’t know anything besides their name, what they did, and what’s present at the crime scene. So, it’s time to investigate.”

Kiro set the tablet aside and sat down in chair in front of the room. He turned to face everyone.

“Any further questions about what we know, you can ask Himiko. Speaking of which, where the hell is she? Ah, whatever. She has the rest of the details, so make sure if you want to know something you get an answer from her. But for now, I need everyone to start preparing. Understood?”

 

[Kimona]

• 石川 冬舞-Winter
• Haku
• Echo-北

• Ishikawa Touma

  
  Mentions: Mice. always the mice. [USER=32049]@Purity[/USER] [USER=31131]@The Shadow Realm[/USER] Touma nods, "Thank you for your consideration Akaiyama." he nods before picking up one of the cups of coffee and took a sip of it. He listened to them talk for a moment before looking over when Kiro entered. Alright, he could wait for food for a bit. He looked over at the 'priority' file as it was plopped on the table. His eyes were immediately drawn to the photograph. What an unseemly sight. whatever ghoul, or group of ghouls had left quite the mess for them to clean up. He continued to listen, Oh. It was squad 54. No wonder that bloody mop of ginger hair looked so familiar. It's such a shame, he really liked their newbie Hiroshki. He looked promising. Such a bright kid for sure. He'd have to make sure to go pay his respects for them later.
  
  Leviathan? maybe it was just some groups who was trying to impersonate them. He was sure they had gotten all of them. Hmmm. They should probably first investigate area where large groups of ghouls could hide then. Like abandoned buildings. It may nor be a lead, but at least it was somewhere to start right? At least thats what he thought. Though he didn't voice these thoughts either. He just looked back at Kiyo. "Yes sir." he nods before turning to b=go back to hos desk with the coffee in his hand. It would be best if he started now, then they just might find them sooner. Personally he did like the idea of maybe avenging Hiroshki. But that wasn't really his style either. Iy just would be nice to get back at some disgusting ghouls, for any reason really. Then maybe he could pay his respects to Hiro.
  
• Milos Hakugure

  
  Mentions: @ anybody who he spoke to or would likely interject him because my @'s are failing to work properly.Milos smiled, he has pretty happy with himself right abut now. He was also wondering if maybe he could get some pictures of these ghouls. He bet the had cool kagunes!!! He continued to listen to them for a moment, fidgeting the whole time before just asking, "Oh hey!" he starts, "what type of kagune's do you two have?" he asks. As he waits for an answer from his sudden question he turns to look at the door as a pink haired man enters. he felt like he had seen the man before.... maybe the man had come here on occasion? He continued to watch him walk up to the counter. Ah, Ishi could probably help him with those flowers.... but maybe he could help too? He decided to wait and see. He watched the pink haired man for another moment before turning back to the ghouls. He looked around at them, they weren't being careful about the conversation in the slightest. He looked back at the pink haired guy, normally he'd think ghouls would try to be careful around humans. did that mean the pink haired guy was a ghoul too? Awe man!!! he hated being left out of the loop like this!! why couldn't he tell who was a ghoul too!!
  
  Then again it wasn't like he could do anything about that either. He wasn't a ghoul and that was that. It's not like he could change that after all. Not that he would want to. ... Or would he? He had to admit that kagunes were pretty damn cool, but.... Oh well he could think about that another time.
  
• Hibiki "Yuri" (bottom)

  
  Mentions:BEEEP BEEEP BEEEEEEEP Lettuce, i'm waiting on yoooooou XD
  

 

[Inconstant]

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Sori shrugged and spoke with the tone of one who was only slightly amused. “We prefer sacrificing goats, if you can find them, but I suppose virgins work too.”

She inclined her head in greeting as a returning customer (though not a frequent one) entered the shop to the light tinkling of bells that hung from the door. This ghoul never stayed for too long, using Eden as what it was- a flower shop- instead of as a beverage lounge, as many others did.

Not that he needed their help. From his unruffled expression and sparkling clean clothes, whatever he was doing to survive was working.

Ide came to take the Doctor ghoul and his overly vague request for an orchid bouquet off her hands(good boy) before she even asked. She turned to her clerk. “Milos, if you could run and fetch three cups of coffee, that would be just peachy. If you want to join us after that, you can.”

A single eyebrow was raised at him, making it clear that this was optional. After all, if she were Milos, hanging around strangers that liked to consume human flesh might be slightly disconcerting.

So that was that.

Sori ungracefully sank into one of the soft, worn couches that were positioned around the store, usually near delicately made little tea-tables. This particular couch had a couple of chairs opposite of it.

“First off, why don’t you both have a seat.”

Like most of those who first entered the nursery, these two ghouls just couldn’t make what they knew about Eden out in the open. Everything had to be cryptic, everything was withheld, and the worst part about all of this was that they had good reason to be cryptic and withheld. For all they knew, Eden could be ghoul bait.

On the other hand, Sori couldn’t just give all the information away to a couple of mysterious strangers. There was that thing she had to do- what was it called again? Get to know people? She ran her hand through her hair with a faint look of annoyance decorating her features, making her untidy updo even untidier.

Hanae was probably better at this stuff than she was.

She directed her lazy blue gaze at the male ghoul who was speaking, voice casual. “I want some introductions. What’s your name and where you’re from and the like- hopefully don’t need any instructions on that.”

“And maybe after that, if we have extra time, you could even tell us what you already know about my little flower shop establishment. I’m simply dying of curiosity.”

Kimona Caffeine Freak QuirkyAngel (indirectly) Entity.Eclypse

 

[S n o w]

Eden – Setagaya (12th Ward)

Ishi looked around, and was startled when she caught someone looking at her. She caught his request, luckily, but it still embarrassed her that she didn't notice that an actual customer came in. She had been too busy watching the other two, afraid that a fight was about to break out.

Ishi didn't know what she would do if that happened--not only would a fight between ghouls heavily damage the shop, but she also didn't want anyone getting hurt. Even the two that would have provoked the fight--but she would do something. Try to talk them down, maybe.

She relaxed slightly when it became clear that the two seemed more interested in what Eden was and the possibility of joining than tearing it apart. Ishi didn't like the jokes that the masked ghoul and Sori made, but dark banter was better than the alternative. She nodded at Ide, wordlessly thanking him for the assist before she stepped out into the open.

"I'll take care of it for you," she told the customer, shooting him a brief smile before she went back to make the bouquet he wanted. Considering the way he responded to Ide's suggestion, she didn't think questioning him further about what he wanted would yield different results. He seemed to be in a hurry anyway, by the way he kept looking at his watch.

Ishi disappeared into the back for a few minutes, humming as she put together the orchids. Since she was given mostly free reign to arrange it, Ishi added a few lilies, sorting them so that they didn't overshadow the orchids. She looked over her work when she was finished, tying the stems together and wrapping it.

Ishi went back out with the finished product. Seeing Sori inviting the ghouls to sit with her on the couch made her smile. Since Milos was occupied and she didn't want to ask Ide if he wanted to handle the sale in front of the customer--since he was the one to suggest diversifying the flowers in the first place, she went up to the front counter herself.

"I hope these are to your liking," she chirped. "If there's anything else I can help you with, let me know." Ishi plucked a card from a small stand on the counter while she waited for him to pay, "Would you like a card to go with that? Since this is for someone special, a card could help make your purchase more meaningful."

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[Caffeine Freak]

Hane huffed as he slumped down into the nearest chair, wherein he folded his arms and crossed one leg over the other. Looking at no one in particular, he started, "I'm..."
But paused before the rest of the sentence could leave his mouth. Was giving these people his information the best idea? Real names held power between ghouls, a name in the wrong hands could very well mean that his severed head would find its way to those same hands sooner or later. Still, he figured that if he wanted these people to trust him, then the least he could do was cough up a name. A sigh later, he finished, "...Hane Yatagarasu. Or, Crow - as if that name has any meaning on the street whatsoever." Hane rubbed the back of his neck. His status as the dude who was followed around by birds all the time didn't exactly put him too high on the radar, though he couldn't exactly complain - the lack of notoriety was probably the reason he was still walking the Earth.

On the topic of street cred, however, Hane felt a pang of recognition as his eyes brushed past the female on the couch across from him. Though, despite her awfully familiar aura, he found himself incapable of placing her. Eventually he just shook it off and moved on.

"My kagune's a ukaku-type," Hane was about to elaborate on the extent in which his particular kagune functioned, but for whatever reason decided to finish there. "I was originally from the First Ward, until the CCG... well - y'know." He waved a hand, some things were just better left unsaid. "So I kept moving South until I was in the Eleventh Ward. As for how I found this place-" Hane paused mid-sentence, realising that admitting he'd picked a letter off the body of a dead ghoul probably wouldn't go down too well. "-I heard rumors. Something about a place called Eden. Something about a flower shop. Couple flower shops later, here I am." He braced his hands on his knees.

So much for being honest.

Inconstant Kimona Entity.Eclypse

 

[Entity.Eclypse]

• Origami
• Wither

• Akuro Kinoshita

  Akuro glanced around the store again now, deciding that there wasn't much point in even trying to get information out of these people. The customer just seemed to be some ghoul attempting to bait in a woman to make his prey soon, with flowers, maybe he was doing more than that. She hoped he was doing more for that girl or the guy was probably going without dinner for the evening, the fact that other people had to develop the gift made her snicker. Causing short choppy breaths to come from her nose as she laughed quietly compared to everything else. Afterwards a single sigh escaped her mouth, from such she looked at the woman who seemed to be the owner of this establishment taking a seat upon the couch.
  
  It seemed the other female happened to be unladylike in her demeanor, perhaps this was a front though. Regardless of that Akuro couldn't care less to how the people here acted, she wasn't coming to apply for a job in this flower shop so it's not like she cared for the people or their plants. Though the demand for her to sit was something.. odd. She figured this might be some sort of a trap to lower their guard. That or maybe the coffee that had been ordered.. it seemed too fishy, especially with all the ghouls who were getting rc suppressants on the street. So she walked over to one of the other couches and looked at it for anything weird as she walked.
  
  Nothing seemed too off so she sat down on it with her own caution, she seemed to sit carefully and tucked her skirt beneath her legs. He legs were held close to one another, so much so that it would be difficult to find much space between her knees. The other male introduced himself, she hadn't heard of him obviously. That may be due to many things, but she just chocked it up to never seeing him in the place she stayed. Of course with him finishing his, she supposed she'd need to speak of herself now. "Typically it's impolite to ask ones name before stating your own. But I guess that's just a rule in the eighteenth" She leaned back and sat a little taller before crossing her legs.
  
  "I'm Akuro Kinoshita, or as i'm better known. Origami." She spoke simply enough, there was no need for her to hide her name or what she had done since she was just the ideal ghoul. She was what humans had always said ghouls were, and she accomplished their ideas.. she fueled them. "As for Kagune, i'm a Rinkaku. Back where I came from, the eighteenth ward, I was given some... insight onto this place existing. A little flower shop filled with ghouls, won't you know it and here it is" She spoke this with lack of concern before uncrossing her legs and then putting her opposing leg atop the one that held the higher position. From here she looked to the others glancing around each of the other members before her eyes landed on the female in charge once more and stayed there.
  Mentions: Caffeine Freak Inconstant
• Ide Eizou

  Ide watched from the corner of his eye as Ishi made the bouquet, his entire suggestion had just been to buy time for his coworker so doing the work himself hadn't been on the agenda. Thankfully it seemed she had taken the hint when moving on with the sale by her own initiative. He let off a friendly smile as his hand lifted to about his chest in height, giving Ishi a thumbs up he moved back and walked off from the counter to better see what was going on with the ghouls who Sori was dealing with. He had heard their whole conversation which considerably... wasn't very hard due to the lack of caution. Based off of how they spoke alone he could tell this Akuro character might be a bit.. for lack of a better word, bitchy. Along with such the Hane fellow gave off a sketchiness to him, just based off the way the man had hesitated when he spoke. Ide didn't trust it.
  
  Glancing between each of the new ghouls his attention eventually landed upon Sori, he trusted her. But her judgment for them may be something to help push the envelope per say, otherwise he may not be as willing to accept their introductions. As it seemed both were telling partial truths to him, he didn't plan to voice that as it would likely just stir up controversy between them. Given the location they shared he had to ensure that no one messed up the place, if they did it would be hell to repair it and recover from the damages dealt to the flora around the room.
  
  If the bosses sarcasm hadn't been so on-point to the comments made earlier he would have assumed she really cared about their discovery of the place. Ide was used to going out and finding the lost souls among the crowds, ghouls who were desperate or struggling. So far though none of them really mattered to him, each of them were just another face in the crowd. So he moved over now and leaned against the wall, watching and waiting for any further orders from Sori.
  Mentions: Inconstant Caffeine Freak QuirkyAngel S n o w
  

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

Ikiru Nomichi
Mentioned: Idea
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With an umbrella as her sword and cellphone as her shield, a lone knight sat atop a building. Actually, that was probably the wrong way around. It was an unbecoming sight, her silver armor striking a stark contrast against the cheap plastic of the umbrella, but she'd learned the hard way to waterlogged metal boots were a pain not worth bearing. Not even if it cost her some of her 'cool points'. Her gear, a Q Steel Sword and Shield, sat snugly on her back as she flicked through the phone in her hands.

Plundered from the dead, naturally. She'd been lucky enough for it to come unlocked and generally untampered with. The Ghoul she'd taken it from seemed to be using it for not much more than a notebook, the phone void of apps, contacts, and only having a few old notes about something called 'Eden'. From what she'd read, it wasn't particularly interesting. Her own uses for it invovled snapping a few photos of her 'investigation board' for the road and finding a more reliable internet connection than the usual one that he leeched from the elderly couple across the alley from her room. In part, because she felt bad about it, but mostly because video buffering was a hell she'd do anything to escape.

On her screen, a news report was playing. Something about an incident in the 11th Ward that she was definitely too late to intervene in. A shame. Judging by the scale of it, whatever had happened there definitely would have been a big enough deal to get her some media attention. But, she supposed, the culprits were still out there, so there was definitely going to be an addition to her board tonight. But for now, she was more interested in one of its already-existing inhabitants.

One 'Siren Imposter'. If the rumors were to be trusted, which they probably were, they were a Ghoul that preyed on Investigators by disguising themselves as one of their own. Absolutely cowardly, is what Knight would describe them as. She obviously hadn't much insight into the CCG's status on their investigation, but as a Ghoul herself, it'd surely be easier for her to track the culprit down. At least, that was what she told herself. Her own notes on the... 'Suspect' had her marked as some kind of gourmand; Probably one who enjoyed the well-trained flesh of an Investigator. But, also, as someone who fought with trickery and lies. In other words, someone who she could take down on her own.

That said, she didn't really have many leads beyond that.

Unlike the ones in the movies, Ikiru's investigation board was adorned with only a handful of photos and didn't even have any string on it yet. Really, truly embarrassing. It was a good thing she'd chosen to be a knight and not some sort of hard-boiled private eye, or she would probably be needing to look into a change of image right now.

With a sigh, she flicked the phone off and tucked it into her poc-

Actually, this outfit didn't have any pockets. Definitely a design oversight, she thought for the hundredth time. So with a heavier sigh, she crushed the phone in her hands and tossed it from the building. What a waste. The next time she got the chance, she'd definitely need to add a pouch or something to this outfit.

That was also something she was thinking for the hundredth time.

Probably because instead of heading back home she was, as usual, electing to go out on one of her 'patrols'. It wasn't often that she, or rather that Knight got the chance to roam the city by day, and the weather gave her the perfect cover. Quite literally. Not only did it obscure the vision nearly as well as the cover of night ever did, but the citizens of the city tended to not want to look up when it likely meant having their eyes filled with polluted water; And she liked to stick to the rooftops anyway. That her vision would be just as obscured by the rain, or that the cement rooftops of Tokyo would be even more dangerous than the norm wasn't of concern to her. Rather, the thoughts hadn't even crossed her mind.

Not that they would have stopped her if they did.

 

[hosaki]

Aoki Haruto
Location: Eden, 12th Ward (Setagaya)

If it weren't for the rain, Haruto likely would not have picked himself from his tangle of bedsheets and gone down into Tokyo proper. His realm was that of rundown complexes housing 3 AM drunks and illegal prostitutes; Tokyo proper meant pleasant storefronts, colorful signboards, and residential neighborhoods. With this came the droves of people that he saw to be businessmen, housewives, and schoolchildren, but his instincts declared to be prey. Yet the rain thinned their numbers, dulled their scents, and blurred their figures until they were only passing shadows. Haruto always felt more like himself when it rained.

Well, there was work to be done. He'd been hearing of things lately (there were always things to hear) of a group called Eden. But he didn't much care about that. Sanctuary... it was an impossible notion. What he cared about were the monsters still roaming the alleys, biding their time: rumors abound of Leviathan resurrecting from the grave, serial killing ghouls operating unopposed.

Haruto watched for the puddles, silver slivers of the sky above occasionally tinted gold by passing carlights. These were mesmerizing, and distracted him enough from the creeping tension he felt as his target looked around the narrow street. Hopefully, the rain masked his smell so that if night came and he decided to strike, he would be unrecognizable. Clad in a thin hoodie drenched through with rainwater, he stepped into the small flower shop that Origami had entered.

He only suspected the young woman of being that notorious killer known for their gruesome kills. On again and off again he'd investigated their suspected handiwork and it had only gotten harder since they'd stopped leaving their calling card -- which was why he'd intended to conduct more thorough observations of his Origami candidates. Apparently, this ghoul was interested in Eden, judging from the shop's signboard. The lack of subtlety there didn't fly over his head, but he mainly thought the name a coincidence.

However, he hadn't expected to see Doctor Horiyama standing by the shop counter when he pushed open the door. Though the doctor was a ghoul, he lived quietly and that was palatable enough to a self-designated exterminator like Haruto. Not to mention, the doctor had treated him a few times after his more dangerous run-ins. He nodded in greeting, eyes drawing naturally to the bouquet the doctor held in his arms.

"Ah." Gossip had it that the doctor was engaged to a human woman now. "Congratulations."

Part of him wondered if the doctor loved his fiancee -- if ghouls could truly love humans.

He looked about the small shop, marveling at the quaint potted plants and delicate flowers. The faint smell of coffee... he inhaled appreciatively.

"Sorry for dripping water all over your floor. It's a nice place," he said to the young miss filling the doctor's order. "Truly an Eden."

There was a human here too, he could smell it. The scent staved off his fear of so many ghouls all clustered together here in one place, though that unwanted hunger was returning again. He glanced at the young, red-eyed woman he'd been following.

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[QuirkyAngel]

Eden -- Setagaya (12th Ward)​

Akuro Kinoshita. Origami. Rinkaku

Hane Yatagarasu. Crow. Ukaku

Akira took in the name of the ghouls new to the area simply because it was good to know one’s neighbors. Whether they joined Na Sori and Tsukinawa Hanae’s flower shop mattered little to him. He didn’t have any idyllic visions of a sanctuary for ghouls. Eden, as far as he was concerned, was a simple flower shop. A gathering of ghouls that worked together to survive.

“Yes, thank you. My fiancé would appreciate it.”

If there was one thing he could appreciate about the workers of Eden it was that they did their job well. Both the teal haired shopkeeper who practiced good customer service and the female who finished the job. Both seemed quite young—either in college or fresh out of college. Then again, their employers were young as well. Ghouls in their prime. Akira paid for both the card and the bouquet. Lilies. He wondered if it was a personal favorite, or if the girl simply thought they complimented orchids. Oddly enough, the fact that he’d been tricked into paying extra when he’d only intended to buy orchids didn’t bother him as much as he’d thought.

If only his nurse were so efficient.

Glancing over at the two new ghouls from different wards, the one who leered at him and the one who quietly snickered (as if a ghoul couldn’t hear), Akira nodded. “Welcome to Setagaya.”

So long as they didn’t eat too much or draw too much CCG attention, Akira had nothing against them.

Inclining his head farewell at the shop’s owner as well, Akira was about flower shop called Eden when a dripping wet ghoul entered. Aoki Haruto. The ghoul that couldn’t quite accept being a ghoul and killed other ghouls. Akira knew some of the younger man’s history, but not the entirety of it. He was simply a sickly-looking ghoul that occasionally stopped by his clinic. Akira watched Haruto’s eyes land on the bouquet in his arms, his lips curving upward at the congratulations he received.

Haruto was the first ghoul to do so.

“Thanks,” Moving to leave the flower shop, Akira nonetheless placed a brief hand on Haruto’s wet shoulder. “You should take care of your health, Haruto-kun.”

Mental health wasn’t his expertise.

Akira opened his umbrella as he stepped out into the rain. It wouldn’t do to keep Reiko waiting too long. The sight of a suit of armor moving along the rooftops with an umbrella caught Akira’s attention, but only briefly. Ghouls, as a whole, were a strange lot. Akira lived among humans. He learned to be like them. However, he’d never once forgotten that he was a ghoul. Nor did he desire to be anything other than what he was.

S n o w , Entity.Eclypse , Caffeine Freak , Inconstant , hosaki

(mentioned: The One Eyed Bandit )

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[Arne]

CCG Branch Office – Ota (11th Ward) ~~~> Parking Lot - 12th Ward
Interacting with: Kaito ( Necromantic ) Hato ( Caffeine Freak ) Kiro ( Purity ) Nearby: Sora ( faith-syndrome ), Ayume ( The Shadow Realm ), Siren-Impersonator ( Idea )

"Sorry for disturbing your lunch, boys, but we have to be quick. Don't want to get caught before boss comes back and forced to do some boring invest-..." Guren playfully commented as he started to make his way towards the elevator, stopping only as he was greeted by the view of Ayume helplessly tripping around, something that would most certainly get a few chuckles out of him if not by the fact that her appearance was immediately followed by Kiro's, who immediately voiced the exact orders that Guren expected as he immediately vetoed their decision to go after the Siren Impostor, presenting one hell of a virtual dossier about a gruesome crime scene as well as the information about their perpetrator, a supposed surving branch of Leviathan ironically named as Zeal that was currently active in the 11th district - aka their turf - and directly gave them orders to investigate the actual details about the gang, since the main office was painfully oblivious about anything other than the name of the organization.

"Ok, Boss. I get it. We'll do away more good taking care of a whole organization rather than a solo ghoul." Guren immediately said, loudly sighing as he seemingly exposed his resignation to how the situation demanded him abandoning his previous case and thus kept him from going after the chance of receiving substantial rewards. "With your permission, I'll immediately go to my office and see what I can get from my files." He said in an unusually serious tone, directly walking past Kiro as he seemingly made his way towards his office, seemingly completely concentrated in the new task ahead of him... Or so one would've thought, but the fact was that he immediately made a couple of small, seemingly insignificant gestures as soon as he was sure Kiro couldn't clearly see him, doing his best to transmit a small yet significative message to his partner: See you downstairs.

~~~ Plenty minutes later ~~~​

"Like I was saying, the chance of this being one of the Siren's stashes is fairly high, so there's some chance we may actually directly encounter her." Guren voiced to his partner as he left the car parked in front of the underground parking lot that supposedly housed their current target, once more repeating his previous words as if trying to make sure that Kaito understood everything that he was saying - a clear indication of how serious he was when it came to keeping his partner safe. "Hopefully, everything will work out well and we may actually get a raise this time, but we can never be to careful while hunting ghouls with an uncertain qualification." He muttered as they came close to the entrance of the parking lot, raising the band he previously wore as a necklace up to his forehead as a way to keep his bait from falling over his face and taking hus currently minimized quinque out of his scabbard as he slowly made his way to the entrance, his now fully visible countenance demonstrating a seriousness that was only truly demonstrated when he was about to go into a potentially dangerous situation. "Ready?"

 

[Inconstant]

N a___S o r i​

Sori leaned back into the plushness of her couch, listening more to the pitter-patter of rain on the roof than to the reluctantly told backgrounds of Kuroshita and Yatagarasu. Occasionally, something peaked her interest and she drifted out of her stupor to consider it more carefully, though she made no outward signs of having done so.

For example. Hane Yatagarasu’s identity, Crow. It was in The Book somewhere, probably near the end, and all that was written down for him was that reports of Crow always mentioned an ‘unusual kagune’.

She would have to ask him about it later, when Eden was more secure. More specifically, the Doctor had to get the fuck out before she even touched any sensitive information. In her eyes, she could trust the guy about as far as she could throw…(wait, that allegory didn't quite work) …him up after eating him (?), especially if that rumor about the man getting engaged to some poor human lady was true. Creepy motherfucker.

Akuro Kinoshita- Origami- was a different story, and one that featured more prominently within The Book. Now this was a ghoul’s ghoul, killing indiscriminately for little more of a reason than today I’m just feelin’ it, and a living justification for all human hatred of ghoulkind. Ghouls like Kinoshita were the ones that made life so obnoxious for ghouls like Sori.

Sori studied the girl and her two, uh, stupid pigtails from under half-lidded eyes. Yeah, no. Fuck this chick. If Hanae weren’t so insistent on her little sunshiney Open Arms for All! policy, Sori would kick that ass out onto the curb. All relatively well-known ghouls spelled trouble for Eden, especially in comparison to the obscure ones that frequented her lobbies.

Pearly drops of rain crept down the window opposite her. She watched them trickle faster and faster like little flashes of fluid light as the rainstorm began to pick up the pace, considering what to do with the two ghouls she had here. Kinoshita said something about being from the 18th Ward, though this barely registered with Sori.

Crow?

Obviously not one for wanton killing sprees, as he hadn’t made the local news yet. Probably a nice lad. Though to be fair, the bar wasn’t set very high.

Origami?

Basically the nightmare fuel all human mothers fed their children before bedtime to keep them from wandering around at night. Not at all in line with Eden’s philosophy, and probably not one to learn it either.

Annoying. It was all annoying.

Tick, tock, the cuckoo clock chirped from the wall as Kinoshita went silent. The faintly buzzing (and fairly irrational) irateness that had been building up in Sori’s eardrums ever since the two walked into the shop at this ungodly hour finally reached a tipping point.

She found herself saying in a more irritated voice than she had intended to, “So what is it then? You wanna stay or what?”

“Or are you here to just check things out? Because that’s just dandy too. Eden is open as a sanctuary 24/7, from the thick of night to the buttcrack of dawn. If you’re in a tough spot and the CCG are on your sorry ass, you can come on in. If you want a warm drink and a soft bed to sleep on tonight, you can come on in. If the llama apocalypse has finally begun and your mother just married the head of the CCG, then guess what?”

Sori spread her bandaged hands in what she liked to call the double starfish.

“You can come on in. And there ain’t no charge, either. You follow our rules, you’re welcome in our house. Speaking of which…Ide!”

She waved her hand at the ghoul, who was standing so stilly by the wall that he looked more like a plant than the gingko tree did, and activated Mile-a-Minute Mouth to speak at machine gun speed.

“Hand me the fuckin’… the fuckin’ packet on my desk, please. The one-that-looks-like-begonia-watering-and-care-instructions-but-actually-isn’t. The one-that-contains-the-rules-and-shit-that-all-those-who-stay-at-Eden-must-abide-by-or-be-kicked-out.”

The packet was a useful little thing, handy for a quick introduction to Eden’s outer workings, and had taken Sori only a single afternoon to write up.

Sure, yeah, it was a bit risky having Eden’s rules down on paper. But then again, so was having a compendium of every ghoul Eden had ever met or heard of- and they weren’t getting rid of The Book anytime soon. Much like the packet, its usefulness outweighed the risks.

Speaking of the goddamn newcomers and the Eden Packet. Sori rolled her cerulean eyes so hard that the sockets holding them in physically hurt when the silvery clinking of bells sounded again. Mumbled curses poured from her mouth as some poor rainwater-soaked fop trickled through the door, his apologies for basically recreating the Niagara Falls upon Sori’s nicely dried floor barely assuaging her annoyance.

Another newcomer? What was up with today? It was like God decided he'd been going too easy on her as of late. When it rains, it literally pours.

She sniffed the air and wrinkled her nose, parsing through the aromas of the different ghouls in the room, variety of floral aromas, and the metallic smell of wet cement to zero in on the new ghoul. This one’s scent was faint- undoubtedly washed out by the storm- and would be difficult to trace, but it was most definitely not human.

“What the hell do you want?” Sori called sourly from the couch. She couldn’t be bothered to get up and move, or at least not until Kinoshita and Yatagarasu were familiarized with Eden’s rules. “Flowers, I hope?”

Kimona Caffeine Freak QuirkyAngel (indirectly) Entity.Eclypse hosaki

 

[S n o w]

Eden – Setagaya (12th Ward)

Fiancé?

Ishi smiled, even as she secretly wished she'd known who it was beforehand. From the conversation between him and Ide, she'd known it was for a girl who was special to him. But a fiancé was beyond a simple girlfriend, or someone he was taking out on a date.

She wasn't sure what she would have done differently about the arrangement, but it would have been nice to have the information beforehand. "I hope it goes well," she said as he left, turning to the newest customer.

It wasn't until she looked at him that she realized how soaked he was. "Oh, no, it's fine-" almost immediately, she was interrupted by Sori, who's tone told him just how not fine it was. If the way she asked the first question didn't tip him off. Ishi winced, shooting him an apologetic look. She hoped he wasn't put off by it. Ghoul or not, he was still a potential customer. And if he was another ghoul that was interested in the non-flower side of Eden, she wanted to make a good first impression on what they were about.

Ishi left her post for a few seconds to grab two towels from the back. One, she handed to the newcomer. She used the second to mop up the floor before it could spread and become an even bigger mess. While she was cleaning up, she thought about Akuro and Hane said about themselves. Admittedly, she didn't know much about the ghouls beyond the walls of Eden, but she did know the names of the ghouls she should stay away from.

Origami was one of those. A ghoul who worsened the relationship between humans and ghouls. She didn't want peace. How could a ghoul like her want anything but violence and chaos? Ishi frowned slightly. Though, if she wanted to join Eden, that meant that she was trying to change herself, didn't it? Ishi wanted to think so. A ghoul like Origami had to want to be different. Why come to Eden at all if she didn't?

She snuck a glance at Crow, but neither his name or appearance was familiar. That was a good thing. It meant he was less dangerous, and probably the friendlier of the two. Ishi straightened, but left the impromptu mop on the floor. It would stay there until he either dried himself off or left. "Alright," she said with a smile. "Anything I can help you with?"

Entity.Eclypse QuirkyAngel Caffeine Freak Inconstant hosaki ​

 

[Caffeine Freak]

Hane shifted in his chair. Everyone seemed to be glancing at him, and pretty soon he began to feel rather uncomfortable. What's more, another ghoul popped in on it, dragging in water like he was about to wash the store's populace of their sins. Hane's eyebrow was already arched. "There some sort of hanami party here that I didn't get the memo for?" He grazed his bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, staring out the newcomer. "I've never seen a flower shop this busy." After several seconds of prolonged eye contact, Hane dragged his eyes back to the bundle-of-fun on the couch across from him. He had to admit, the girl was a little intimidating. Something about her aura unsettled him a little, though Hane couldn't quite put a finger on what, exactly, that was.

"So we just agree to this rule-book thing you're about to read out and we're signed? That's easier than I thought it was going to be." Hane rolled down in his chair, propping himself up on his lower back and extending his legs outward. "Alright then, let's hear 'em." He nodded a little in the newly-appeared ghoul's direction. "Soon as this dude picks up his flowers or grabs a seat, that is."


Inconstant Kimona Entity.Eclypse S n o w hosaki

 

[Kimona]

• 石川 冬舞-Winter
• Haku
• Echo-北

• Ishikawa Touma

  
  Mentions: Mice. always the mice.Boop da boop, he is still at his dexsk doin reseach.
  
• Milos Hakugure

  
  Mentions:Milos nodded and jogged off to grab some coffee. After all It was only polite. So the albino jogged in back and started up the coffee machine. After a few minute he began preparing the coffee, and a few minutes after that, he had at least three piping hot, fresh cups of coffee. He put them all on a small tray and began quickly, but carefully carrying them out to where the ghouls sat. He then put a cup in front of each of them. "There you go!" he says with a grin, "I didn't know if anyone wanted anything added to it, so it's all black." he explains, "If there anything anyone wants added to it?" he asks. glancing around before looking at the door when someone enters. "Hello there." he greets, though he briefly glances back at his boss when she is rude to the guy, "That's not very nice." he huffs before looking back at the guy. "Would you like a towel to dry off with?" he asks, "Or maybe a cup of coffee?" continues, "I just made some so it is fresh." he adds. HE was smiling.
  
• Hibiki "Yuri" (bottom)

  
  Mentions:Text here
  

 

[Entity.Eclypse]

• Wither
• Origami
• Lil' Vampire

• Ide Eizou

  Ide continued to stand against the wall, his body practically becoming one of the smaller trees within the store. He felt at peace like this, being secluded from others, giving him a nice escape from the randomness of the current night alone. He could understand if maybe one person showed up tomorrow, but in the middle of a storm like this.. it just seemed unnatural to him. Or maybe this was the best time for them, under the cover of the storm. Hearing the bells of the shop cling together he turned from the three conversing ghouls to the soaked subject who entered rather nonchalantly. If Ide hadn't been attuned to the scent of the shop he would almost have certainly missed the faintest hint of ghoul to the male. Getting soaked to mask your scent... that's a new one He kept these thoughts under wraps.
  
  This was his automatic assumption given that the male seemed a bit dodgy given his... well his choice in attire definitely didn't compliment the rain. Along with the noticeable direction his eyes were seemingly held towards. As to what interested the male, who apparently went by Haruto, about the other ghoul was beyond him.. maybe it was the infamy that came with her name. He was fished out of his thoughts after Sori called out to him, his hair shook slightly as he turned to face her. After a second he connected the dots and began his approach to her, his body seeming to emerge from the foliage around him. Then again he was uncanny at blending in around here, an ironic gift with the hair color.
  
  Her motioning for him to do something was typically a thing of importance. After all he knew that she was probably the one who hated to use any more energy than was necessary. With that in mind he was slightly worried for her health if that was the case.
  
  "What's u-" He was cut short in his words as she spoke with the speed of a bullet train. Taking in what she said he offered a small smile before nodding in return and turning to the stairs, "Right away. I'll be back in a minute" He said and made his way back up the stairs again. Running errands was one thing Ide was good at, whether it be going to pick up 'lunch' or to pick up a ghoul who sought assistance.
  
  His form entered the dark hallway of the upper layer once more and he began to make his move towards the room whose light had died off again, the shadow that was himself moved quickly enough. But he wasn't going to run since there really was no point, except for removing wait time for the boss. Maybe there was a better reason to run than he had originally thought there to be, entering the room he slid through the darkness and over to her desk. Looking for the light he realized he would probably need to go back to get the light, and the search through the darkness caused him to step back over to the light switch. The room lit up in a flash and he was momentarily blinded, left rubbing his eyes, maybe bracing for that would be the better choice. He hissed quietly as his eyes opened once more to meet the enlightened room.
  
  The desk was easy enough to look over, his eyes peered at everything he could notice. Some papers of unnecessary clutter... one was a about the water bill. Which expected enough was pretty high compared to his apartment payments, After a second he found the paper and lifted it with both hands to contain it as best he could. The fact of the matter was that someone had managed to create this in one day, which disregarding the creator, would be an impossible task for a normal person. As he lifted it a sticky note fell from the desk and he used one hand to retrieve it, placing it back on the desk he decided to prod the evidence. "What's this?" He muttered beneath his own breath. The note itself talked about some ghoul who had made a reputation for themselves, Siren? He wasn't for sure but the name Siren was probably a ghoul that was considered for investigation.. or maybe it was just a ghoul who was on watch. Either way he figured it was likely none of his business until he was approached with such.
  
  So he made his way to the exit and turned the light off as he exited, the door almost shutting completely behind him. He looked around the darkened hallway before making his way back down the stairs again. Noticing that the coffee had finally come out he felt that maybe some sense of reason could return and that the situation might tame, though that was too optimistic.
  
  Honestly he figured that the situation would devolve until eventually becoming a clusterfuck. Origami was a name he'd heard on the news quite a bit in the past, up until a month and a half-ago. Where it seemed that there were bigger fish that were covered and the ghoul had become overshadowed. He approached Sori and sat the packet gently on the couch beside her with a little nod, "Is there anything more for me to handle right now?" he spoke politely. That said pretty much indicated he was respectful of the boss lady, meanwhile it seemed that the others were attending to their newest guest. So Ide made his way near the stairs, so he'd still be in earshot of both situations. Just to ensure he could tackle anything that required his assistance.
  Mentions: Inconstant Caffeine Freak hosaki S n o w Kimona
  
• Akuro Kinoshita

  Giving a half-attempted wave as thanks for the welcome she had her attention quickly pulled back towards the lazier woman. Surprisingly the woman who she perceived to be careless and laid-back had already been wound up, though it seemed that the anger only stemmed past the introductions they had given. Based on that idea she figured that the reason the woman was upset had been because either herself or 'Crow' has upset her. So with that she could make note of the gaze she was getting from the woman, the look-over was enough to prompt a smirk on her face.
  
  The angered tone and the way she had been examined led to the assumption that she was the cause of the woman's agitation. If that wasn't enough to put a smile on your face then you probably didn't live to cause mischief. This was when the human came back out to them and sat coffee down, naturally she took a cup of it and flashed a smile to the male, "Thank you" she chimed towards him before taking a moment to blow some cooler air over it. The temperature itself didn't change much internally but it would allow for that first sip to be a few degrees cooler, taking a small drink she had heard the bells chime.
  
  She sniffed, and beneath the floral scents and those of the others she could tell more or less who this one was. The same scent she'd noticed on her way here... that must have meant this one was following her. However rather than acting harsh towards him, it seemed that the other female was a step ahead of her. Turning around her eyes caught with his for a moment, the male had been watching her as it seemed.. or he was gazing at her for some reason. Deciding it was best to ignore him but stay on guard she turned her attention back to the newly angered woman.
  
  "I take it that you aren't the fondest of me and my... record?" She asked before taking another drink of her coffee. Keeping an ear listening she was prepared for if the newcomer attempted to attack, If he comes at me... well we can leave what happens then up to chance. She couldn't help but find her own satisfaction in the idea as her attention drew back to the ones on opposing seats to her own. This was when the teal-haired male approached again and she sighed, that was probably where her turn to speak ended. Based on what she understood earlier, this packet was going to be some long and obnoxious list of rules to keep them under control.
  
  The dark color of the coffee swirled ever so slightly as Akuro rocked the cup on her hand, some moments threatened to send a portion of the coffee cascading over the rim. Though it was noticed and easily avoided by another short drink, beyond this she sat on the couch. Holding a professional appearance as though she'd done this elsewhere, which she had.. despite it being in less friendly company, and stared at the 'employer' expectantly.
  Mentions: Caffeine Freak Inconstant Kimona QuirkyAngel hosaki
• Mae Sugiyama

  Mae sat there at her desk, staring out the window. Well maybe staring out the window is the wrong way to explain what she was doing, she was observing each drop entering and then escaping her view. The rain itself was nice as it coated the world in darkness and peace. Silent peace was nice but there was something enchanting about rain, at least in her opinion there was a small amount of genuine awe she felt for the event of falling water. You could call it a childish fascination if you wished, but if you truly noticed the patterns they moved in you'd see many fantastic things.
  
  The droplets of the water scattered down the window pane, following their predecessors. A few deviants raced off to other locations, but in time it seemed they all met in the same place. Away from Mae's vision, it was the sad truth of life. Everything eventually disappeared, it could make a resurgence but seeing that was far less likely. Everything seemed to be going pretty calm, and all her paperwork was done... really she had nothing else to do.
  
  Leaning back in her chair caused it to roll a tiny amount, the other members were probably in the same place as her or maybe they had something to entertain them. Curiosity took her over and she pushed back with her feet, they'd barely touched the ground, and sent her chair moving a bit. The wheels scraped the floor softly before ceasing as she put the breaks on herself, stopping at the sound of the tablet connecting with the surface. She stood up and pushed her wheeled chair back into it's spot before making her way closer to the screen.
  
  She observed the situation closely and couldn't help but consider the situation a bit odd, "It seems that they're trying to make an example of the deaths. I mean, look at the bodies and the alleyway. Making a mess that big is hard to do unless you try." She thought aloud and continued to look at the picture of the cloaked people, how the picture of them had been taken was something odd to her but efficient to leave an imprinted picture. Leviathan couldn't be behind this.
  
  She stared at the screen for a moment and came to her own mental consensus, "Maybe it's a new group. Someone who came up like fanboys or something" She muttered to herself more than anyone else. Her face held a quizzical appearance as she stared down to her feet now, considerably that wasn't too far though. Turning back to the other members in the room she counted them in her mind, maybe some were like Himiko and just absent for the moment. She moved back down the table to her portion where she lifted the suitcase up to her desk, it was light to her after lugging it around for so long. "I'm ready when you are" She exclaimed with a gentle and seemingly innocent appearance on her face as she looked to the other members in the office.
  Mentions: Kimona Purity Caffeine Freak faith-syndrome The Shadow Realm
  

 

[Necromantic]

"You'd think by now that I would've learned not to play with fire if I don't wanna get hurt."​

Location: 11th Ward CCG CCG Branch Office
Mood: She's p concerned fam
Carrying: Emain Ablanch, like three guns
Arne @idea

Kaito looked at Kiro when she heard his voice. Why did they need to stay to go over mission details when there was something they could do more immediately? She might not have wanted to fight right then, but she also didn't particularly want to sit back down to do paper work. She reached up to move Guren's hand, hugging his arm to her chest and grumbling under her breath. She knew that it would be best if she did stay away from combat, but at the same time she didn't really fucking care.

The images Kiro showed them were gruesome. Kaito's grip on Guren's arm tightened at the sight- The pictures had definitely caught her off guard. It was a good thing she wasn't squeamish, else she was pretty sure that she would've vomited at the sight. She'd put money on the deaths of the investigators actually having been relatively quick, no Ghoul with a survival instinct would just leave Investigators alive so that they could rip them limb from limb. The multilations had to have been done postmortem. It was an entire squad, keeping them alive to slaughter them would've been a death sentence.

At least, that was what Kaito was telling herself. It would just be inconvenient if she let her mind get the best of her right now. They didn't need to deal with her breaking down. Her grip on Guren's arm tightened further, in an attempt to soothe herself. If he hadn't had some absurdly durable bones, she may have broken his arm.

How the fuck were this man's bones so durable?

For a moment when Guren started to walk away from her, she considered jerking him back to her side. She wasn't done clutching that arm yet, he shouldn't be leaving. Despite that, she willingly let him go- There had to be a reason that he was leaving her side, and she didn't want to risk him getting mad because she got possessive while he was planning something. He said that he wanted to go look at the file...

He was lying. Even if it wasn't immediately apparent to everyone else, this was Kaito's partner. If anyone could read him, it was her. He wouldn't have pulled away from her like that if he had been telling the truth about wanting to go look into the files. He probably would've asked if she wanted to look with him, if he had actually been intent on looking into it. They needed to be on the same page when it came to investigations after all, and Skype just wasn't the best way to stay up to date with one another.

His discreet hand motions confirmed her suspicions, he was planning on leaving against their Boss's orders. It was a bad idea to say the least, but Kaito wasn't exactly known for her good listening skills. She'd go along with it... She'd just need to wait a couple minutes so that she didn't rouse any suspicions. She twirled a couple locks of white hair around her finger as she sat down at her desk. She couldn't help but wonder just how much Guren was gambling on her happening to see his hand motions.

--------- Plenty of minutes of not giving a fuck about authority later---------

A light blue cardigan was tossed into the back seat as Kaito got ready.

She untucked her dress shirt as Guren pulled into the parking lot, pulling one of her guns out of one of the holsters situated in the waistline of her pants. Her revolver wasn't as practical as her pistol, given the fact that it could only hold six bullets, but it was easier to hold in her small hands. If she wanted to keep Guren from realizing that her health wasn't doing well and going back to headquarters, she needed to do all she could to make fighting easier on herself. If only she had her other Quinque with her...

But the Quinque she had left in Guren's car was Emain Ablach, and she hadn't gone to her car to grab Tir na nOg to prevent people from realizing they were sneaking away to hunt a Ghoul. Whatever. She was sure that if she needed to, she could still fight with her Warhammer. It may have been so heavy that no normal human could even lift it....

... Whatever, she'd make it work.

"Of course." She said as she popped the barrel out of her revolver and started thumbing bullets in. The words were more cut and dry than her normal tone; walking into a scene that could potentially be their death would definitely be considered a bad time to joke around. "If she's here, we can finish her and get lunch later..." She mumbled, more to herself than Guren as she snapped the barrel back into place and pulled back the hammer.

'Here's to hoping six bullets will do the job...'

She picked up the briefcase that disguised her Quinque and followed after Guren. "You know it's take an SSS class to take us down," Her tone had a bit more humour in it than her previous statement. "Unknown qualifications might actually be a bit of a challenge...," If Siren was actually a strong Ghoul and not just particularly good at baiting people, she really would've preferred to just put a bullet in her head and be done with it. Save the Ghoul some unnecessary suffering. Fights couldn't always be that easy, though.

"Yeah, I'm ready. I'll stay behind you and see if I can put a bullet in her skull, but if I run out of bullets I'll join you close up," What were the odds that Siren would be wearing a helmet and she wouldn't be able to score an easy kill?[/color]

"But I'm a pyromaniac and your veins are full of gas."​

 

[hosaki]

Aoki Haruto
Location: Eden, 12th Ward (Setagaya)

Haruto stared blankly at the doctor for a moment, as if uncomprehending, before nodding and waving farewell. Then the door swung shut and Haruto found himself alone with four ghouls he didn't know and one suspect. He shivered slightly, pulling his hoodie closer. His face grew paler; though to the watcher, it was unclear if he was feeling unwell or just cold.

Did he want flowers? He rooted around in his pockets with stiff fingers, as if he expected to suddenly find some money there. Of course, there was nothing. He shook his head. "It was raining too hard and it looked warm in here. Sorry for imposing," He bowed in apology, dripping more water in the process -- a rather sloppy bow, all things considered. Now that his presence was accounted for, he expected them to turn their attentions back to more important matters as he hung out to dry in some obscure corner. Yet when the young miss unexpectedly left her post from behind the counter to approach him, he tensed. Did she- did the ghoul want something?

...Oh, she'd only wished to clean up his mess. He thanked her for the towels and attempted to dry himself, albeit clumsily. Satisfied that his hair was relatively dry now, he shook his head at the young miss's offer for help. "...I'll just be staying until the rain stops." Since it seemed that his standing around was a problem, he took up the flippant male ghoul on his offer to seat himself. He couldn't buy flowers without any money after all. He laid down his towel and perched himself precariously on a free chair, appearing utterly at unease in the way he compressed his limbs against his body as his eyes roamed around the faces in the shop.

All three of the ghouls seated around the table looked a shade of annoyed and he didn't know if it was because he'd interrupted something or if they were all naturally inclined to surliness. One of the shop helpers looked like he was trying very hard to blend into the scenery, while the other two bustled around helpfully. He liked those two, for a reason that was quite unrelated to their treatment of him. He tried to pinpoint what it was exactly. Their cheerfulness? Their industriousness? The way they didn't seem to hold themselves above life?

At the mention of coffee from the human, he stopped mulling over this question and nodded with a wan smile. The expression looked rather out of place against his sickly complexion and thin lips. "You are very kind. What's your name?"

Inconstant Entity.Eclypse S n o w Kimona

 

[Purity]

< Commission of Counter Ghoul Branch Office – Ota (11th Ward) >

Kiro nodded as Guren and Kaito left. Just as Guren had known what Kiro was going to assign them to, Kiro also knew that Guren would likely completely ignore the orders. Kiro might not have an idea of what the gestures meant, but they definitely didn’t escape his notice.

He sighed. At some point, they’d learn that following orders and making yourself exemplary amidst the group was what earned raises. Kiro somewhat hoped they’d prove him wrong, that they’d manage to get a promotion by doing their own thing, but from his experience it was unlikely. He turned to the rest of the group that was left.

“Our first order of business is to take a look at the massacre, see what we can find. Aside from RC samples and surface level analysis, the crime scene’s pretty much untouched. It’s also heavily guarded, so rest assured we’re not getting ambushed there.” Kiro stood, grabbing a briefcase from under his desk. His quinque.

“As you might expect, the incident happened close to the outskirts of Ota, so we’d better get moving if we want some daylight remaining when we get there.”

Kiro paused in front of his desk. He realized how suddenly he'd forced the job on the squad, without much warning, and now he was expecting them to move out immediately. Kiro didn't want to be a slave driver. He didn't want his squad to be a strictly professional setting, he wanted a more familial connection that he'd observed in successful squads. Not that success had anything to do with it. Kiro wanted his squad to feel genuine.

Thinking about it reminded him of his former squad, the one he'd been promoted out of. They'd made it sound like a huge accomplishment, the way he'd single-handedly defended his injured superior and the rest of the relatively green squad, but really he'd been scared. Scared of being killed, yes, but even more so was the overwhelming feeling of responsibility if anyone died while Kiro could still move. People asked for details on the fight, tips they could use when they became outnumbered, but really Kiro didn't remember much of what directly happened. Everything had been pure instinct.

Kiro grimaced. Reminiscing always made his amnesia feel worse. A phantom pain where the memories should've been, trying to recollect anything always triggered headaches. He was about to go into field. He didn't have time for headaches. But he could at least make time for his current squad.

He smiled slightly. "If we have time, I can pay for dinner."

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Random Park, Setagaya (12th Ward)​

Day offs were wonderful.

A rare treat for a hard worker such as himself.

Therefore, Yujin fully intended to enjoy his day of not being a CCG agent to the best of his abilities. His rank didn’t really permit him to be anywhere out in the field anyway. Not without a partner. Or a even quinque to protect himself with. He’d asked Natsumi-chan for one once…right before being handed to Squad 36. Ghoul Investigators were supposed to have one, right? All he’d gotten in response was a baleful stare that said ‘earn your own damn quinque’. Except how was he supposed to do that when all he was given were desk jobs and menial tasks befitting of his rank?

Bureaucracy for you.

At least it meant less stress.

Yuji had requested a day off because he had a doctor’s appointment. Even had the note in his pocket to prove it so his so his squad mates couldn’t complain he was slacking off. Chuckling at the memory his earlier visit to the Doc’s office, Yuji had to admit, he enjoyed going to see Akira Horiyama more than he ought to. Really though. Compared to First Class Hattori, Yuji was a diligent grunt. Did what he was told most of the time. Only complained some of the time. Compared to when he was his own boss, Yuji would say he adapted fairly well to his new position.

Squad 36, led by Special Associate Nishihara Kiro.

He had guesses as to why he was practically shoved into the amnesiac investigator’s new squad. However, they were only guesses and, in the end, Yuji Hachimaru couldn’t say he cared one way or another how the higher ups did things. An investigator was an investigator. Whether identifying ghouls or locating the mastermind of a drug ring, Yuji’s job was the same.

To solve mysteries. To uncover lies. And to find the truth.

Driving the metal part of his shovel through earth softened by rain, Yuji took a moment to observe his wet surroundings from the shade of a particularly large oak. It was…empty. No kids in the playground. No couples taking walks or making kissy faces at each other. Nothing but a single stray mutt taking shelter underneath the slide. As to be expected given the dreary weather. However, for Yuji Hachimaru, it was the perfect day to go out looking for buried treasure.

Getting into the mindset of a glutinous canine had been no easy task.

Yuji couldn’t even say he cared about catching her. He just liked solving puzzles. And since Natsumi-chan herself had asked him to find the missing quinque of a dead friend—whenever he found the spare time to—how could he say no? Investigator Hamura Daisuke. MIA during a routine inspection in the 12th ward. Just another victim of the Siren Imposter’s trickery. For Yuji, it was a side project. Sneaking a peeks at Guren’s notes when the First Class wasn’t looking. Identifying the location of Siren’s many stashes. Deducing where “dessert” would be buried give the time and area of Hamura’s death. It was like a game.

A game that was nearing its end.

Sleeves rolled up, so the stitches along his arm were visible, Yuji hummed along to the song of steady raindrops as he continued to dig.

 

[Arne]

CCG Branch Office – Ota (11th Ward) ~~~> Parking Lot - 12th Ward
Interacting with: Kaito ( Necromantic ), Siren-Impersonator ( Idea )

"An SSS to take us down even though you only have 6 bullets? Now that's baddass." Guren couldn't help but softly chuckle for a bit while hearing his partner's boast, the seriousness in his face loosening for a bit as the words of his partner blew away most of his tension - something that only the ever so casual Kaito managed to do during missions, even though those where usually the moments when Guren was the most stiff.

"Well guess we can easily solve that like this.
Ghouls aren't exactly well known for caring much about bullets until it's too late after all, so this plan should work fin-..."" Guren didn't even have the time to finish his sentence before his enhanced sense of smell - one of the many perks of being a CCG guinea pig - detected something that made him instantly shut up: The overwhelming smell of blood coming from multiple individuals, so many that he couldn't even make sense of the quantity by smell alone. His reaction was - as expected from a professional - instantaneous, as he immediately gestured to Kaito, letting his partner know that it was most likely than not that they actually found the Siren's most recent stash and proceeding to follow the smell towards the third floor of the parking lot with an special caution, trying his best to identify the smell of the ghoul amidst all the mix of specially pungent aromas.

Obviously, that failed.

It didn't take more than two minutes for him to realize how futile it was to try identifying a specific smell amidst the infernal perfume of the parking lot's third floor, and it took him even less to think of one specific course of action that may be more successful than doing so. "Guard the entrance to the third floor. I'll make some noise to attract the bitch." He quickly relayed, his voice so low that he had to effectively lean towards his partners ear before speaking for it to be intelligible - clearly demonstrating how worried he was about alerting the ghoul about their presence.

He'd only wait long enough for Kaito to reach the entrance - cutting away the sole escape route the ghoul had - before actually starting with his plan, swinging his hammer shapped quinque towards the nearest car with such an strength that it actually left the ground for a couple seconds before crashing against another vehicle, the crimson colored liquid escaping from it's now partially smashed trunk letting clear that it contained quite the gruesome content. "Hey Siren, guess who's visiting!?" He exclaimed loudly while making no effort to hide the anger in his words, demonstrating such an unusual fiery temper that one would almost wonder if he didn't actually lose his mind due to sheer anger... If not by the exception that was his sole visible eyes, that is, for the emerald colored iris showed no signs of being clouded by rage or anything of the genre, only reflecting a deadly coldness that would send shivers down the spine of even seasoned veterans. It was time for the hunt for the Siren to start.

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Yoshibara Restaurant -- Ota (11th Ward)​

“Oh! These are beautiful, Akira. Thank you!”

Taking a seat in the table Reiko had reserved for them, Akira watched as his fiancé inhaled the scent of the bouquet he’d purchased for her. She had chosen a fairly classy place for them to dine. A 3-star restaurant in one of Ota’s many skyscrapers.

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long, Reiko-san.”

“No, no. The food’s only just arrived. I hope you don’t mind that I went ahead and ordered for us.”

Akira shook his head, smiling at the human. No. It didn’t matter to him because all human crafted meals tasted the same. Disgusting. There was only a certain amount of human food he could take before it started to negatively affect his health. Meticulous as he was, Akira had calculated the exact amount his body could endure. Then he force-vomitted the rest. Every ghoul was different. His digestive system was strong—built from years of learning to adapt to the human species. But even so, there was only so much his body could take before his RC cells started to decline. Before he lost control.

Truly, he would’ve preferred shopping, watching a movie, anything other than eating for their date. If it had been anyone other than his fiancé he would’ve probably declined.

Did he love Reiko?

Of course not. How could he love someone who knew so little of his true self? Who looked much tastier to him than the garbage he was currently putting in his mouth? But then, marriage for him had nothing to do with the fantasies cooked up by romanticists. Akira settled for conversation as an excuse to limit his eating.

“I remembered that you liked orchids.”

“I do! They are very pretty.” Reiko studied the flowers. “Oh, but the lilies are gorgeous as well. Did you come up with that yourself?”

“No. The credit goes to the shopkeeper, I’m afraid.”

“Shopkeeper?”

“From the little store near my clinic,” Akira answered vaguely. To be honest, he didn’t even know her name, having never bothered to pay attention. Just another ghoul Na Sori or Tsukinawa Hanae took in, he imagined. It wasn’t as if he knew much about the flower shop’s owners either. Ghouls. Likely strong from the scent they gave off. He could tell from instinct as well. Wouldn’t survive as long as he had otherwise. “The card was her idea as well.”

Reiko giggled as she read the card. “You know, I’ve been looking searching high and low for the perfect flowers for our wedding.”

“Have you?”

“Oh yes!” Reiko brought the bouquet back to her nose. “You wouldn’t believe how hard it’s been. Not too many people actually know their way around flowers. Nor do they show so much care in growing them. Flowers wouldn’t blossom so beautifully otherwise.”

“I’ll be sure to relay your compliment the next time I see them.”

“Do you think the shop takes large requests?”

Akira didn’t like where this was going. “I wouldn’t know.”

“Well can you ask for me?” Reiko looked to him with hopeful eyes. “This is your wedding too you know. I can’t do all the work. Besides, I have to attend a business trip with my Boss next week. I don’t have the time.”

As tempted as he was to say no, Akira knew better. Reiko was a level-headed woman. Girly certainly, but never pushy. She understood that his work was important to him. Sometimes he even felt like she could see through his mask of kindness/love, but the barrier had never been broken so he had no way of knowing for sure. She never really asked much of him. Therefore, when she did, she was usually serious. Besides, he didn’t have a reason to say no.

“Of course,” Akira replied smoothly. “I wish you a safe trip, Reiko-san. Don’t work too hard.”

She laughed at the last part. “I can say the same to you, Sensei.”

If he weren't a ghoul dinner might've been an enjoyable affair. Sad to say he was. Therefore he couldn't wait for the farce of a meal to end so he could return home and dine as he should. Spending an entire day in human company only served to wet his appetite.


(mentioned: S n o w , Purity , Inconstant )

code by Purity , background edited by Inconstant​

 

[Necromantic]

"Come with me and be mine, my love."​

Location: 12th Ward
Eden
Mood: Eating Eichi's lunch on a flower display. Probably p average for him going into Eden
Carrying: An umbrella, a phone, a lunch box
@anyoneineden

Rain drummed on top of Akihiko's umbrella, though it wasn't as if he could hear it with a pair of earbuds crammed in his ears. He hummed merrily as he walked, though he couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't chosen to take the car. It would've been a much faster trip had he decide to drive to the flower shop... But he always felt so energized when it was raining. He didn't have a specific time he was supposed to get there... Or did he? Did he have anything scheduled? He was pretty sure that he didn't, but if he had some something that he needed to attend he was sure he would just get an angry phone call demanding to know where he was. Nothing new.

Or did he have a photoshoot today? He couldn't remember... He'd text Takumi.

Takumi

me

takumi~!(❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ*

me

did we have anything scheduled today? (*′☉.̫☉)

me

i cant remember ( ≧Д≦)

me

if there is, would you mind picking me up at eden? ❤⃛ヾ(๑❛ ▿ ◠๑ )

me

im taking eichi his lunch rn ☆～（ゝ。∂）

Eden should be just around the corner. Maybe he'd actually buy some flowers today, or a corsage? Would they braid flowers into his hair and then let him pay for them like that? No, from past experience they... wouldn't let him do something like that. The flowers were far too big to be braided into his hair, anyway. He didn't really want flowers, and a corsage would just be wilted by the time that he actually got around to wearing it, so neither of them would actually do him any good. He didn't want to just keep going into Eden and doing nothing, though... Maybe he could... Give his managers some flowers?

Or... Maybe that idea was even worse... Aki wasn't really sure. Yuuto always scolded him for bringing him flowers, so he supposed that it wasn't his best idea. Still, he didn't want to go in as frequently as he did without actually buying anything. Well.... Maybe he wasn't in there that frequently... Or... Takumi? Was that any better of an idea, though?

He'd buy some flowers and just figure out what to do with them later, he decided as he pulled a sucker out of his pocket and bit the wrapper to pull it off. The dark red colour of the candy might have made it look like it was made using blood, it was really just a cherry flavoured one that he had picked up at the store. Not that the colour would fool the Ghouls working in Eden, it just made him feel better to think that it looked like he was eating something that looked like it wasn't ruining his health.

He pulled the earbuds out of his ears as he got to the door to Eden and collapsed his umbrella before walking into the doors to the flower shop. The flowers smelled nice, he guessed, but flowers were never his favourite scent so the first scent to hit his nose was pretty unremarkable.

"Hey-o~! Is Eichi here? He forgot his lunch again~!" Aki called in a singsong voice, it not occurring to him that doing that was probably kind of rude until after the fact. Of course, he already knew that his roommate wasn't in the building. While Eichi's scent still hung in the air, it wasn't prominent enough for him to actually be in the building. Had he already gone to eat? Aki took a look at the lunchbox dangling around his forearm. Should he just... eat it himself? Leave it at Eden just in case Eichi was hungry during his next break?

If Takumi came and saw him eating more human food, he might just kill him...

He put the lunchbox on the side of a flower display, pulled the bento box out of it, opened the box, and picked up a cherry tomato to eat it. Takumi couldn't kill him if he wasn't there yet.

"Stay and break my heart."​

 

[Inconstant]

N a___S o r i​

Sori raised her eyebrows at Origami.

“You can guess that I’m not the fondest of you. Ha. Greatest deduction of the century, everyone.” She leaned forward in her seat, hands clasped and voice sardonic, as if she were doing a méthode Stanislavski take on some Scarface type character.

“It’s not that I don’t like you. It’s just that ghouls who make messes in the middle of my ward get pummeled one way or the other, either by the CCG or by Leviathan or by me. You keep doing what you’re doing, and I guarantee that Eden’s gonna have to pull your sorry ass out of some totally preventable catastrophe further down the line.”

Sori waved her hand carelessly.

“So yeah, I guess what I’m saying is, I don’t like you. Unless you rethink casual murder, that is. Stop killing everything you don't like and we'll get along just fine. Thanks for the coffee, sweetie.” She took the mug from Milos with a smile. “No additives for me, obviously- you know I like my coffee black. I don't know about our guests, though."

Ide came jogging back with the rule packet, and Sori shook her head when he asked if there were other errands to complete. Poor kiddo; she had him doing all the boring shit and yet here he was, so well-behaved that he was asking for more. She honestly couldn't have asked for a better ghoul to come to Eden. Ishi, maybe.

...Eh, they were both perfect in her eyes. Anything to take interaction with customers off of her hands- ghouls, humans, whatever. If they genuinely came here to buy live fucking plants, they were all insufferable, as far as she was concerned.

“Nah, you can stand back now if you want.” Lowering her voice to a dry whisper, she jerked her head at Rain Boy (who was being assaulted with fluffy towels, courtesy of Ishi and Milos). “Maybe keep an eye on those three. Step in if anything happens.” Her eyes slid to Rain Boy’s magnificently wet visage. “I trust your judgement on that sorta thing, yeah?”

Because ghouls didn’t just wander into Eden without a reason. What the hell kinda ghoul spent his weekends shopping for tulips? Besides the Doctor, of course, but he was a special case. A special nutcase.

The Rules Packet was decently sized, mainly because the first and last thirds of it were entirely care instructions on begonias. The only parts of substance consisted of a single page whited out and written over at the very center of the packet. Sori flipped through it, thumbing the tatters left behind by hungry garden snails with distaste. If Hanae weren’t so hipster about the slimy buggers- don’t kill
them, put them outside- Sori would’ve salted their sorry tentacles long ago.

“Read it to you? When I've written everything down so nicely?” She tossed the folded packet like a Frisbee over to Hane. “Share it with Missus Murder over there. Past the entire water when top inch of soil is dry bit- see, it’s just two pages long.”

WATERING INSTRUCTIONS ON BEGONIAS
Outdoors, rex begonias like part- to deep shade, ordinary potting soil, and water when the top inch or so of the soil is dry. WELCOME TO EDEN, home and/or convenient shelter for over 50 ghouls and counting, rated the best (and only) ghoul hotel in all of Tokyo. If you’re reading this thing, chances are that either Hanae or Sori have authorized your stay here, and you are free to come and go as you please- as long as you don’t have the CCG following less than ten feet behind you. Beds, private rooms, food (I know, right? We’re too generous) and other accommodations for your stay will be provided upon request.

Before you become a part of the Eden family, we’ve got some rules you have to follow. Please read the following very carefully:

1. Don’t cause a ruckus. Kill one ghoul or dove too many, and we’ll have a talk. Yes, Sakazaki - that means no binging sprees either.
2. Eden believes humans are just like ghouls, except that they happen to be softer and tastier. In other words, disrespect of human customers and workers at Eden is not tolerated. Treat them like you do your fellow ghouls. Better, even, if you treat your fellow ghouls like shit. Again, looking at you, Ayaka.
3. Don’t be an idiot. We’ll treat you like a traitor even if you get the CCG on our tail unintentionally. Consequences are the same either way, right?
4. We’re not superheroes. You can’t call on us if you’re in a pinch halfway across the Ward and expect us to show up. Eden staff does occasionally offer bodyguarding services, however- contact Sori if this is of interest to you.
5. Humanely harvested donations are always appreciated (DEAD, not ALIVE, AYAKA). Drop off food around back. Unfortunate ghouls across the Ward thank you for your service.
6. Snitches get stitches. Stitches to hold their decomposing bodies together while we mount them on the CCG gate. Watch your fucking mouth. (Remember Ayaka? She broke this rule too, and you won’t be seeing her around anytime soon.)
7. Those who break any of these rules will be summarily hunted down and executed, depending on the severity of the rulebreaking. TLDR; we’ll kill you in different and creative ways. As long as you're not totally stupid, you'll be fine.
8. Use your common sense, I guess? Sorry, I'm just bad at coming up with this shit. Hanae has a different, more complete rulebook, so if you want to be a pretentious ass then go ask her about it. This should do for guests, though.

It didn't take a genius to figure out that Sori didn't usually play front-of-house- Hanae, her infinitely politer and agreeable partner, usually took this spot- and it was also pretty plain that Sori was godawful at it. Greeting guests, explaining the rules, this just wasn't up her alley. With a sigh, Sori scratched her dark hair.

“So, then. Any questions?"

Where the hell was Hanae when you needed her.

Kimona Caffeine Freak Entity.Eclypse QuirkyAngel (mentioned) hosaki (mentioned)

 

[Kimona]

• 石川 冬舞-Winter
• Haku
• Echo-北
• Sour Devil~

• Ishikawa Touma

  
  Touma listened to his co-workers. Specifically Sugiyama and Kiro. When Kiro spoke up again he stood up pulling hos coat on, followed by lifting his coffee of the desk to take another drink from it, "I guess I'll come along to." he states simply. Research was important, but sometimes you could learn more from the scene itself. At least that's what he had learned from experience. Still holding the coffee, he carefully(quickly) zipped up his jacket, trying to be careful of thew mouse in his breast pocket.
  
  Mentions: Mice. always the mice.
  Purity Entity.Eclypse
  
• Milos Hakugure

  
  Milos smiled at the remark about his kindness from the stranger, "My name is Hakugure Milos." he introduces himself. before quickly skittering off, to return a moment after with a cup of coffee. It was a little surprising how the clumsy boy didn't spill it with how much the cup had been shaken. He offered it to the wet male, "Here you go!" he offers with a smile. In the back of his mind he really wanted to take a picture of the wet stranger, but then again, he liked taking pictures of everything. Though he may be particularly fond of ghoul pictures, he still liked everything else too.
  
  Mentions: hosaki @ anyonewhowouldlistenin/hear
  
• Hibiki "Yuri" (bottom)

  
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• Saitou (斎藤 ) Takumi (工)

  
  Takumi was walking through the rain under his umbrella, on his way to a cafe that he frequented. He often liked to read there. It was nice and quiet and had a very calming atmosphere. He scanned the streets around him, watching figures run, or walk, by. He wasn't particularly fond of rain, but he liked how closed off everything felt compared to normal. He liked how alone it made him feel, He definitely liked being alone. Being alone meant no one was bothering him, and there were no annoyances in sight. He glanced down when his phone buzzed. He stopped in his tracks as he pulls it out, looking at it. He immediately felt a wave of stress, just at seeing Akihiko's name.Bbut quickly responded all the same.
  T: Did you already forget about the photoshoot at 3?
  T: Fine. I'll come get you.
  T: I'll be there in a bit.
  He turned off his phone sighing. Sometimes he wondered how someone in Akihiko's position became such an airhead. He would have to put the cafe on hold it seems. He tisked as he turned around. He had been really looking forward to relaxing for an our or two as well. but it seemed he would have to babysit Akihiko instead.
  
  Mentions: Necromantic