Mitsu looked over the two with widened eyes not seen behind the mask, mentally praying to herself that her attempts to diffuse the situation had actually worked in her favor. Only when his Kagune lowered the stranger onto his side did her own decidedly retract into her shoulder blade, vanishing alongside her worries. "Drunken stumbling is to blame for that." She reasoned for a decent enough sounding excuse with a shrug of her shoulders, somewhat as a test to gauge the after effects of bringing it out. It had been almost two months since she found good reason to unveil her Kagune, and it certainly felt like it with the way her limb almost seemed to ache in its absence. Nevertheless, as time was of the essence, she wasted no time in motioning for the other to follow her lead, pivoting on her heel in the opposite direction and proceeding at a measurable pace, as to not leave the other in the dust. "Not much further from here. Scanners claimed he was last seen in the general area northeast of here, which was ten minutes before I bumped into you. I can't imagine he's gotten very far since then." She explained, matter-of-fact, looking back at her company with eyes now reverted to their usual shade of mauve-purple. Noticing the faint crimson splotch upon his palm, she would have assumed it belonged to his recent victim, if not for the fact the man in question was currently sleeping sound as a baby on the sidewalk street corner. "You should get that looked at, by the way." She added on, seemingly out of nowhere.
Victor walked behind of the woman, listening to her explaining what she had heard about the criminal. He looked down at his feet briefly as he walked, 'What if the person we're after ends up being a ghoul?' He wondered, keeping the comment to himself. Pushing the thought into the back of his mind, Victor continued to walk, casting glances around the area until the woman in front of him made her last comment. "Looked at?" He echoed, confusion sweeping over him for a few moments. "If everything goes well, it'll be gone soon." He said, stuffing his hands into his pockets and wiping the spot off. At the mention of it, Victor began remembering random moments over the month in which he had felt sore, or had gained a cut that had taken more than a few minutes to go away. It all seemed very odd since he was used to things simply bouncing off his skin when attempting to puncture it.
Thankfully, he had never experienced any serious wounds, but he had heard of ghouls being horribly wounded and even killed once they had reached a certain stage in their starvation because of things that normally would not phase them.
"Yeah, looked at. Taken care of?" She repeated with her own audible confusion, not realizing that the wound was likely to heal on its own once this was taken care of, as she had never once been injured while enduring starvation. As a result of keeping to herself, Ghoul playground talk rarely ever reached her ears, and when it did, it was mostly false propaganda spread by those with a blatant bias; eating disobedient children as punishment for their arrogance, stealing people in the middle of the night, and other such scare tactics. In addition, most of the time, when she was finally able to locate her next meal, they were too exhausted from evading the authorities that they barely put up a fight at all in their final moments. Hopefully, this next one wouldn't be much different. Although they did have the advantage of strength in numbers, even if the two weren't at their strongest. Suddenly, after crossing an unlit intersection and walking into an alley way as dark as the night sky itself, she quickly outstretched her arm to the side, urging the other Ghoul to stop as her free hand gestured for a shadowed figure further down the alley from their current position, his back turned to the duo. Even from afar, the description provided over the scanner matched with that of the man before them; messy black hair pooling down his lower back, muscular, wearing a white jacket, and if that wasn't incriminating enough, there was fresh blood splattered on the back of it. He didn't seem to be in any rush, despite the considerable bounty looming over his head for his arrest, although that could be attributed to the fact that he also appeared to be limping. "Do me a favor; loop around the other side of the alley, so we can corner him." She swiftly informed Victor through a hushed whisper.
Muffling his footsteps by placing his feet a bit more softly on the ground, Victor walked around the building as quickly as he could. As he arrived at the other end of the alleyway, his eyes lit up and soon began to show the black sclera and red iris that indicated a ghoul. Making sure to keep his Kagune contained once he was in front of the man, Victor stood as still as he could. What was the man doing, anyway? Victor's thoughts were briefly filled with all of the reasons he could possibly be running from the police. (Sorry that it took a while for me to reply, I got caught talking to someone)
Just as soon as she caught sight of the other Ghoul standing on opposite ends of the alley way, showing that he'd held up his end of the plan, she broke into a sprint as she had when she first tackled the other, footsteps as fast and light as a spring hare. By this point, the criminal in question was aware of the presence standing in front of him, eyes widened in aggression at the sight of the other's. "Can't say I've ever killed a Ghoul before." He remarked with a hearty chuckle, sounding more amused than scared, which was immensely odd. "How's this for a first?" By the time he had managed to whip out his revolver, but just momentd before he had the chance of aiming it at the blond, his torso was suddenly severed from his lower half in a flash of red. In one swift movement, Mitsu had called upon her Kagune just as she encroached upon the criminal, allowing the scythe-like limb to enter its fixative stage and effortlessly slice through his upper half without even needing to strain herself. His pained wailing emerged as gargled coughs as blood pooled from the pit of his throat and spilled out of his mouth, staining his otherwise pale complexion as well as the pavement beneath his disembodied halves while his last remaining moments ticked away. Even at the sight of a fresh meal just inches from her grasp, she retained an ounce of self-control in addition to her manners, in spite of the aching in her chest only strengthening with her increasing hunger. Instead, she motioned for the other Ghoul to have first dibs, considering she had just used him as bait, which entitled him that much privilege. (it's all good, you're fine)
Despite his distance from the man, the white surface of Victor's mask was spattered with a few drops of blood. Everything around him seemed to become more fragrant as if the man's death had opened his nose more. He noticed the woman wave her hand through the darkness, and padded over to her and the man on the ground. Looking at the white jacket, Victor let out a half snicker, mocking the man even though he was dead. "How do you expect to get away from anyone looking that guilty?" He wondered, feeling a bit less guilty of his words since the man had been a criminal. He crouched down and looked up at Mistu, "Which parts are you taking?" Victor asked, putting a hand on the ground in front of him to keep his balance as a gust of wind pushed its way in between the walls of the alleyway. A feeling of relief washed over Victor as he looked at the man, knowing that at least he wouldn't starve to death.
Taking the time to look down at her most recent kill, a subtle wave of pride coursed through her. She didn't fashion herself as some sort of masked vigilante bringing justice to an unfair world, as much as she would have humored such an idea in the innocence of her youth, but when all was said and done, she was still committing atrocities at the end of the day, in a fashion no different than the criminals she'd slain. But if it meant killing two birds with one stone, effectively staving off her hunger while indirectly cleaning the streets as a result, then even she could find enjoyment in her work. Taking a deep inhale through her nostrils, she let the smell lingering in the air fill her senses, then exhaled from her mouth, quietly. "You get his left half, I get his right?" She offered, a casual proposition regarding their portions.
Victor gave a nod and dragged the man's upper half over to his feet. Releasing his kagune, Victor worked the sharp ends through the middle of the long-haired man's torso. Clearing his throat, and looking up at the multiple eyed mask, Victor spoke again. "What's your name?" He asked, returning to dividing the torso, "it doesn't have to be your real one, it's just weird not knowing anything. Especially since you lead me over here." He finished, staying crouched. The pavement in this area seemed wetter, somehow, and Victor tried not to sit down; switching the foot he put weight on every couple of minutes.
Watching him split the deceased criminal down the middle of his torso, she cast a brief glance to their blind side, staring down at the other end of the alley way opposite of them, in case there was anyone else aside from them. "Is that weird?" She inquired as she looked back towards him, answering his question with another question as she didn't fully understand how it could be considered weird. "Well, it's Iris." She quickly settled, using her given alias as opposed to her real name, since it had already been established that it wasn't expected of her. "Or, at least that's what the doves call me." She tacked on in addition, referring to their residential boogeymen by their own nickname in a vice versa. "What about you?"
(Also, I may add a dove/investigator character of mine, I haven't decided yet. If I do add her, she'll be there to cause problems for the ghoul characters in the RP)
Victor's hands reached inside of his hoodie, and off to the side where he kept a folded messenger bag, which was larger than average since he had made it so. He unfolded it, and took out some plastic wrap, "Oh, what the doves call me is a bit odd. They call me the Petal Ghoul in the reports they have of me, as far as I know." He paused in speaking but continued working with his hands. Slicing off the man's left arm, Victor wrapped it up in plastic before sliding it into the grey bag. "I guess it's because of the shape my mask is in, they're supposed to be moth wings though." The last of what he said was barely audible. By the time he had finished speaking, Victor had the man's left half packed, and struggled briefly in zipping it up.
(ooh, sweet! that'd be cool, if you decide to add 'em)
"Huh. So that's what that is." She mumbled to herself as the realization washed over her. "I'll probably just call you Petai, then. You know, like the bean? Assuming we ever meet again, that is." As the other allotted the appropriate portions, Mitsu approached what still remained of the corpse, kneeling down in front of it with both knees planted, regardless of whatever muck and grime layered the ground. She hadn't thought ahead of how she would safely store the remainders, as she most often helped herself to whatever her stomach allowed of her and abandoned the leftovers for any other Ghoul sharing a similar struggle as she. "I got mine for obvious reasons." Gesturing for the blatant eye pattern painted across her mask briefly before she turned her back to the other, she lifted the ridge of her mask the slightest bit, just barely revealing what lay underneath as she forced the chunk of flesh through the small gap and took a hearty bite from it, careful not to spill it over her clothing. Both the texture and taste seemed enhanced somehow, which she wagered had to do with her recent starvation.
Staring at the bag for a moment, Victor imagined unpacking everything once he was home and finally eating. This had been the first time he had ever experienced truly starving, and it was definitely something to steer clear of. Victor stood up the rest of the way and leaned back, what he felt now after using his Kagune was similar to what he felt the first time he had ever used it. Soreness. Dusting off his hands and arms, the blonde adjusted the straps of the bag on his shoulders. "Well, thanks for this. I'm sure that man would be thrilled if he understood…" Victor took his phone from a side pocket in the bag and checked the time. "Well, I've got to go," he said, stretching his arms before starting to walk off.
Walking still, he held a hand up and gave a single wave, "If we end up meeting again, hopefully, it isn't under such negative circumstances." Victor pulled his hands out of his pockets and removed his mask, glad that he was finally breathing in cool air; rather than air that had heated up under the leather and metal. The bag was heavy on his shoulder as headed towards the end of the alleyway. Something was always happening if you just so happened to be born a ghoul, whether it had to do with losing those around you, or being in trouble yourself.
Name: Hiyori Takada
Age: 29
Gender/Sex: Female
Race (human or ghoul): Human
General Appearance: Hiyori is a lightly built black-haired woman, who weighs around 120 Lbs and stands at 5'4. Her eyes are a very dark hazel and like most of her family, she has very light skin. However, one blemish on her skin is a scar that rounds her left ankle from a Ghoul attack.
Attitude Towards Strangers: Hiyori is very trusting of strangers in general, but is of course always looking out for Ghouls. On many occasions, this has ruined friendships because they felt she was too suspicious.
Attitude Towards Friend and Family: Unlike with strangers, when it comes to friends and family that Hiyori has known for a while, she is completely trusting. She constantly keeps her friends and family updated on Ghoul attacks, (as much as her job permits) because she wishes to keep them safe.
Kagune info: Not Applicable
Mask info: Not Applicable
Investigator Status: Rookie
Nicknames: Clover, because of her small stature in comparison to the other investigators
(There she is! There isn't much to her yet, since she is quite new to me as a character.)
Although the plan normally was to leave behind a generous portion of her remainders, she couldn't recall a time where she had felt this utterly famished when it wasn't during her earliest adolescence. Little by little, few bits remained of the criminal that once was, though the identity of whom they belonged to would hardly be discernible, if she hadn't left the head and face in-tact. True, it might have been morbid to leave him as he was, but it's not like it was any different from how he treated his own victims. In a way, this was karma at its finest. "Try not to die!" She warned as way of goodbye to her company through a mouthful of human flesh. If the time ever did come for the two to meet again, hopefully, it also wouldn't be boring.
(ooh, i like the sound of her!)
Looking down, Victor noticed with a sinking feeling that blood was leaking through the grey bag. Everything had gone so well in the end, and yet there was this one thing that made it seem as if all of the air had been sucked out of the city. Victor looked up, and kept walking, 'Maybe if I act like I don't see it, other people won't pay it any attention either.' Every time since he had been on his own, taking meat back to his apartment had been an anxiety-inducing process for Victor. Sometimes the bag would leak, and other times he had to work with what he had on hand, hoping nothing would fall out onto the street. Taking in a deep breath, Victor walked a little faster; after all, his apartment was only one street away.
When it came down to it, though, the thought of the distance between him and his apartment was becoming suffocating as blood began to fall to the ground, splattering when it hit and making sticky red polka dots.
Licking the blood from her lips, traces of which lingered to resemble cherry-colored lipstick, the flavor was lasting enough to sate her taste buds alongside the emptiness in her stomach prior to her feeding. The only remaining evidence of the crime was the disembodied head of the culprit, followed by the nearby blood splatters. At least now he was actually helping someone in a way, not hurting them, if only in death. She brought her fingers underneath her mask to clean them off, before unfastening the object from her visage, embracing the fresh air brought about with a deep sigh. Eventually, she'd have to make like a tree and split as her company did, especially now that she was loitering at the scene of a crime. For the time being, however, she allowed her body the needed rest it desired after feeding, the hunger being replaced by her strength slowly but surely coming back to her.
Finally walking down the street on which his apartment complex was on, Victor jogged up the stairs and unlocked his door. He threw the bag onto the light blue couch that rested in the middle of his living room, 'I don't care if it stains…I'm too tired to care.' Flipping on the lights, Victor plopped down on his couch beside the bag and unzipped it. Instantly the smell wafted around the apartment, hanging in the air as if it had been the smoke from a candle. Briefly, the thought of coffee crossed his mind but was quickly pushed away as he took out the left arm of the man and turned on his TV. Unwrapping the heavy limb, Victor began biting pieces off of it, happy to have food for the first time in close to two months. Plastered at the corners of the news were kanji headings promising "Justice Served To Ghouls in the 17th Ward!" and things of the like. Drops of blood fell to the hardwood floors of his living room, and yet he paid no attention to them; this too was something that could wait.
When the time came where her strength had all but returned to her, it was at the same moment as the distant blare of police sirens rung through her ears, life's way of reminding her that she couldn't afford to linger any longer. She had a feeling she'd be seeing his name and face on the news in a few hours from now, hopefully, not alongside her own mugshot, if they even granted her the mercy of imprisonment and didn't just shoot her down dead first sight. Taking a deep inhale of the crisp night air, she returned the mask to her face and stood upright once more, kneeling over to pat her knees free from any dirt stuck to her kneecaps. It was then she realized just how rejuvenated she felt, like a bear emerging from its lengthy hibernation just in time for spring. Giving her legs and arms a much needed stretch, Mitsu looked both ways, as though preparing to cross a busy street, before treading down the path left of her, opposite of where she had first entered from.
Victor caught a glimpse of himself in the blackness of his TV as the news flashed to a commercial, allowing him to see a ring of blood around his mouth. Quickly wiping the fast drying substance away, he stood up and padded into his kitchen.
~Hiyori~
Tightening her grip on the handle of her suitcase, Hiyori walked down the sidewalk in a cloud of people. Her eyes were wide open, and fatigue threatened to creep its way back into her limbs. For a few hours now, the black-haired woman had kept herself going on cheap vending machine coffee and the idea that maybe she would be able to stop a Ghoul from hurting someone before it was too late. As she walked, trapped in her own thoughts, Hiyori imagined the black and red eyes of the vile creatures as they devoured whatever poor person happened to be passing by. 'How can they bear to do such horrible things?' She wondered, narrowing her eyes for a moment. Suddenly, the tangy scent of iron floated over to her; her sense of smell had always been something her fellow investigators had been surprised by. However, to Hiyori it was normal, and she couldn't possibly imagine having something as important as smell buffeted. How did everyone else deal with it? Did they not feel suffocated?
Following the sharp smell, Hiyori found herself walking towards a dimly lit street that cut in between a set of buildings. "Great…" She muttered, stopping and gazing into the blackness.
Upon reaching the near end of the alley, she dared a peek over her shoulder, mainly out of fear of being followed. Paranoia was a state of mind frequented between Ghouls, and for good reason, given the circumstances. While her eyes had yet to make sense of anything through the darkness, she couldn't shake the heavy feeling that eyes were trained on her, waiting for the moment her back was turned, that brief second of vulnerability to sneak up from behind and.. - with a sudden sense of dread, she quickened her pace further down the alley, placing quiet footsteps.
(so sorry about the wait on that)
Hiyori quietly padded along, her finger tensing on the release button of her Quinque case. Her heart rate picked up in pace, this was the second time in her career so far that she had encountered a Ghoul. But then again, this could just be someone in a hurry home. Hiyori's eyes became fixed on the woman's back as she neared her, suddenly, her foot became entangled in something. Looking down to examine whatever it was, Hiyori's breath caught in her throat. On the ground lay half of a head, hair matted with blood. A few feet away, in addition, were the person's clothes, namely a white jacket. Realization crept over her as she realized that this had been the man the police were searching for. If it hadn't been for his clothes, she wouldn't have known. Shaking the remains away, the woman forgot for a second the original reason she was there.
