Tokyo Ghoul : Rise of The Spider

[The Morrighan]

Time : 2 am

Setting : Tokyo, 13th Ward

Month : October



It was a cold night in Tokyo's 13th Ward, the overcast sky beckoning humans into the warmth and safety of their homes. Those who remained outside moved quickly from place to place, eager to keep to the shelter of the heated buildings all around them. The streets seemed almost unnervingly empty of the usual teenage crowds that tourists loved to watch during the daylight hours, and the air was silent save for the faint, familiar sound of sirens screaming in the distance.

And while the humans took to hiding from the cold and oncoming rain, the Ghouls of Shibuya were only just coming out to play.

Ayako could tell already that this would be the perfect place for her to make a name for herself. She was strong, ambitious , and had nothing to lose. The ward was home to the city's young and foolish ; a perfect hunting spot for any ghoul worth their salt. There would be no scrounging for scraps here.

Pulling her scarf down from over her nose, the young Ghoul drank in the scents of the city. Even with the streets as empty as they were, she could smell how alive it was. It had been nearly a week since she'd fed, and it had been a piss-poor meal at that. Being on the run made for rushed and sloppy dining, but she'd made do. Here though?

Here she could hunt for real.

The simply backpack she carried - in which she carried every single thing she could call her own - seemed to get lighter at the very idea. Sure, she had nowhere to go, no one to turn to, and hadn't a single clue what threats the resident Ghouls here would pose, but wasn't that exactly what made it all so exhilarating???

With a smile that felt real for the first time in a long, long while, Ayako made her way into the shadows of her new home and began to hunt.
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[Phaedra]

Akira POV ​

It had been around a month since Akira set herself up in the glistening city of Tokyo, growing under the hooks of Wilson, a ghoul from the 7th ward who took her under his wing via sweeten hollow words in an attempt to manipulate and use her for his own gain. It took her great courage and strength to finally escape his clammy hands and into the new world of Ward 13, a place Wilson would hopefully stay away from. He was twisted and abusive, caring for nobody except himself, especially human life, which he viewed as disgusting and miniscule. He was against her own morals, and thus she needed to leave, especially after the beatings. Her mother would be so ashamed with what she had allowed herself to become, a punching bag, zilch, worthless. However, that was now in the past and she was now free of all chains to settle down in the 13th Ward, which was run by some apparent figures. She either needed to find a group to join, or stay out of everyone's way without getting killed or devoured in the process.

With a heavy sigh, Akira rolled off from her average bed, in her average apartment, a completely different lifestyle to what she was raised in. Having been raised in a large house with luxury and a loving family, this just reminded her of everything she had lost, but it also reminded her of what she had gained. Life. She was given the gift to live on and live free by her mother, and she gave her life so that Akira could live on, she would not soil that gift.
It hadn't been long since moving to the 13th Ward, but she had done relatively okay for herself, working at a nice little antique shop on the weekdays, a small treasure nestled between a convenience store and a small, old book cafè, however she preferred the quiet, and quite frankly, the peace and privacy she received from working in a rather dead store, not many visitor's, but that also meant slightly less pay.

The young woman pulled herself out of bed, dragging her feet behind her as she proceeded to the smallish sized kitchen, something she didn't really need, however it was used. She gathered a box of cat food from one of the cupboards, using a single finger to tear open the top of the box, shaking the contents into several bowls littered on the kitchen floor as five cats greeted her vocally, chowing down on their late night feed. They got at least two proper meals a day, very well fed cats compared to her own feeding schedules, they were certainly spoilt. Once they had their food, she made her way to the kitchen table, taking a seat as she flipped open her old yet trusty laptop, delving deeper into her current conquest. A serial killer, known for targeting female prostitutes. He was definitely human as none of the bodies found were ever nibbled on, not even a little, and his killings were much more mundane than that of a Ghoul, so she scratched that off her checklist. She now knew his hunting grounds and his targets, all that was left was the hunt. Like a full on Vigilante, except she ate them afterwards.

She was quick to get ready, her hair undone from her messy ponytail, wearing a black bodysuit which clung to her curvy form like Saran Wrap, easy to move in, and to clean. Blood never really showed up on black, plus it was easier to hide in darker clothes. Her mask matched the black theme, however it adorned red accents and four golden bells, two on each side that chimed softly to certain movements, it reminded her to be careful, and it reminded those she hunted that they're never alone, their due was coming. Once she was ready, she'd slink out from an open window like a cat, hopping onto the railings of her tiny little balcony, making sure to close the window behind her before she began her descent, moving elegantly with purpose, her long hair flowing behind her like a waterfall of dark coffee. Thus began her hunt.

 

[Lisianthus]

Yasaka Toru
The Jackal

Interaction: The Oni - @Phaedra
Location: Kyu Asakura

Stab. Muffled scream could be heard bouncing off the walls of the dungeon room. Blood trickled down from the wound of the lodged dagger, staining the pale skin.
"Shhh. Shhh. It's alright, it's alright." A soft, soothing feminine voice would penetrate the screams, her knuckle lightly carassed the cheek of the trembling lamb in front of her. She proceeded to sit on top of his lap, lips lightly trailing his jaw line, one hand trailing along his naked torso.

"It will be over soon, my love." She dragged the dagger from it's initial position, cutting through the skin along his abdomen as she whispered sweet nothing into his ears, tongue flicking his earlobe.
Blood splattered, hitting her upon her cheek and she'd pull back, a smile upon her face as she stared at his contorted face, his muffled screams continuously filling the room.
Her tongue darted out to lick at the blood that landed upon her cheek and she let out a soft groan.
"Your blood tastes really delicious, I'm glad I chose you." she'd shove a hand into the open wound, caressing the organs inside as she wiggled her hand about, causing his bound body to thrash about in the chair. "I wonder how the rest of you will taste."
She shivered at the thought as she extracted her hand before she stood up, her face turned stoic. She turned away from him before walking towards the other male that stood waiting for her against the wall.
Upon reaching him, Yasaka Toru would lean her face close to his, lips slightly skimming his before she headed towards the door.
"Finish him up. I'll wait for you upstairs."
Turning towards him slightly before she exited,

"Don't make me wait too long. I can't wait to taste your food again."

 

[Phaedra]

Daiki POV​

A small smirk graced the lips of the tall, dark man known as Daiki hidden amongst the shadows of the basement, one wouldn't have noticed he was there without him announcing himself. The screams of Yasaka's current male victim sounded like music to his ears, slowly lifting his gloved hands as he tweaked at their fitting, awaiting the head gourmet to finish having her fun.
He was currently adorned in a black turtleneck sweater, black pants and a crimson red apron to protect himself from any unnecessary messes, being the man that he was, he was rather peculiar about personal hygiene, and that requires him to stay clean, especially in the presence of such a respectable and refined woman. Speaking of such, here she was now, directly in front of him, his structure leaning down ever so slightly so that he may enjoy a particular closeness to her, his tongue darting across his lips after hers shadowed them.

"Of course, please make yourself comfortable." His voice was deep yet soft in her presence, slowly making his way to the not-quite-dead-yet victim, who still managed somehow to hold onto whatever pathetic life he had. "Now now, you shouldn't frown, it causes wrinkles." His face gave away no hint of emotion as he placed his hand underneath the victims chin, turning his head slightly to get a better look at him. "You should feel blessed that such a beautiful woman took any interest in you at all. Be grateful." His words would feel heavy as he began to softly hum to himself, sorting out his collection of carving knives, so many to choose from.
His gloved fingers traced the knives slowly before gently plucking one from the metal table that sat beside the chair of the victim. His strokes were swift and precise, making sure to capture as much blood into the buckets below as he began to carve the skin with a skill a medical professional would be proud of, he was a chef after all, always using the freshest of ingredients.
Daiki wasted no time in cutting, carving, scooping and butchering the now very dead corpse, placing it all into a cooler full of ice to keep everything fresh as he made his way out of the basement and onwards to the kitchen, waving a hand towards one of the cleaners. Nobody liked a mess.

Upon arriving in the pristine kitchen, he began to work his magic, preparing several courses with what he had, noodles made from intestines with a blood and bone marrow soup along with the eyes and some chopped liver. Another meal consisted of flayed lung, poached kidneys with pickled brain slices, and for dessert he prepared a lovely 'finger' platter along with the tongue, ears, toes and a thick blood dipping sauce. And of course, the beautiful untouched wine, nothing more and nothing less than AB+ blood. His voice rose with authority to one of the other workers, a waitress. "Start delivering the food to the table, and make sure to change the old bottle of wine for the new one. I would hate to have another mix up." His eyes bore holes down into her very soul at the last part of his demands, almost like venom secreting from a snake's fangs. It had happened once before, and this lowly ghoul was lucky she didn't have her neck snapped in the process, so dissatisfactory.

Once the preparation had been completed, Daiki would enter the private eating quarters, making sure nobody had stayed behind as he would pour Yasaka a glass of 'wine'. "I hope it is to your liking, darling."

 

[Lisianthus]

Yasaka Toru | The Jackal | Rank A

Location: Kyu Asakura.
Interactions: The Oni - @Phaedra

Yasaka peeled her stained dress off her slender form. Another expensive piece of clothing to be thrown away. Blood would not wash easily. They would have to burn it away. Not that it mattered. Her wardrobe was bursting with designer clothes she had collected from her past victims.

With an shrug, she sunk into the hot tub, a soft groan escaping her lips as she felt her muscles unwind. She would have to thank the humans for inventing the bath. And the bath bombs. If it was not for them, they would not be able to get such luxuries in life. A ghoul would have no need for such, but it was useful. And she quite liked pretending to be human.

Her eyes fluttered to a shut as she recalled her most recent lamb; Vicktor Yamasaka. A half japanese man who's life goal was to have someone to bed in every country. An ambition he would not get to fulfil. How regrettable. He was... cute, she had to admit. Although frivolous, but he was one of the more special ones. She raised her right hand, staring at the 14.23 cut perfect pink diamond that rested upon a white gold band. Can you see now how special he was? No one else could afford such a gift.

She could only let out a sigh, her hands back to hanging lazily on either side of the tub, head thrusting back, resting against the tub. Still, his blood tasted exquisite. His face that was contorted in pain, his screams, his tears. The delightful sounds that came from him. It made her shudder. His squishy insides felt so soft in her hands. She wanted it. She hungered for it.

She climbed out the bath, and deftly unhooked a silk robe and wrapped it around her as she stepped out of the bathroom. She padded into the dining area barefooted just as Daiki was pouring the sweet scented 'wine' into the glass. She walked forward, slipping her hands around his waist as she hugged him from behind, a soft kiss placed in between his shoulder blades before she let go and took a sit.
"You did well."
She tugged at his one with one of hers, while using the other to pat the seat next to her.
"Sit with me, Daiki."

 

[RiddL]

'The hunt becomes dull' Karuido thought to himself as he flipped one of his signature coins on fingers, looking down at the pitiful ghoul below his feet, whimpering at the hunter above him.

Staring with disdain at the young man under him Karuido let out a discontent sigh, "You acted like such a fun little wolf before when terrorizing the humans, I almost thought you'd at least give me a small warm up, who would have thought that you're just another sheep playing predator, as soon as the Apex Predator arrives you're suddenly weaker than a human fleshbag" he muttered, barely loud enough for the terrified young man to hear him.

Without another word, Karuido reached down and lifted the ghoul by his throat, meeting him eye to eye before ripping his mask off and seeing his terrified face, "Pl..ple... please let me go" the young ghoul whimpered as the hand gripping his throat started digging into his flesh.

"Prey has no right to beg of the predator, survival of the fittest is the rule of the world, only the strong get any say, it was like this at the beginning of time, it'll be like this at the end" Karuido replied with a sinister grin spreading across his face, before ripping the head off and letting the body drop to the ground.

Taking his time to pick clean the body of all the delicious meat, the hunter began eyeing the city and wondered if there was anything that could truly get his attention. As he got to his feet he removed his mask picked up the head of the dead ghoul, placing his signature coin into its eye socket, then placing it in a bag and began making his way to the local CCG building, leaving the bag in a place where the cameras couldn't see him.

"This ought to bring more dangerous game for me to play with" he said, letting out a sinister laugh as he left, the night framing his body as redonned his mask and left via the rooftops.

 

[Phaedra]

Daiki POV​

Daiki couldn't help but feel a sense of pride upon feeling the slender arms wrapping around his firm waist as Yasaka entered the dining room after presumably cleansing herself. She smelt nice, like a type of flower he wasn't quite familiar with. As she made her way around him, sitting at the head of the table he would swiftly follow suit upon hearing her request. "It would be my pleasure." As they were seated, a waitress would quickly serve up their meals, making sure to stay quiet and unseen so as to not disturb the two. "Shall I hunt for a new victim later on?" His eyes examined her beautiful facial features, his own expression rather stoic, however it was always much lighter when he was around her. She was after all, utter perfection. As he awaited her response, he'd slowly swirl a spoon into his own small bowl of soup, filling the silverware with a singular eyeball with some red fluid, opening his mouth slightly as he entered the contents into his mouth. Not bad, not bad at all.

 

[The Morrighan]

Ayako

Humans were fascinating creatures. Some ran banks, some delivered food, and a small few - easily the best of them all in Ayako's opinion - wandered the streets like pretty blossoms just begging to be plucked. Of course, the fact that their time and pleasures came at a price meant little to her - not when the reward far outranked the cost. During the year she'd been free back before her recapture, it had been all she could do to keep from enjoying them every night. The men and women she chose were gems, their bodies precious treasures only she could enjoy so long as the cash kept flowing. And when their magic faded?

They made the best meals.

Here and there she'd found someone willing to enjoy her for no other cost save her company. They were the ones she remembered most fondly, their purrs and their screams in the end. Nothing perfect could last, but she always made the moments before their finale sweet enough to drive out the agony that came after. At 19, she was beginning to get quite good at her craft.

And so it was an easy thing to catch the sweet scent of desperation that always followed them. Sweat, a little fear, and that intoxicating aroma of their pounding heartbeats.

She was clearly one of the better-paid blossoms. Her skin was clean, her hair well-tended, and the bits of lace and leather covering her best bits of a nicer quality than the usual flimsy ensembles worn by the majority of prostitutes. The way her brown skin glowed beneath the neon lights adorning the building sheltering her, mixed with her sweet aroma, had Ayako certain of her choice at once. She was perfect.

The skin of innocence she wore like armor melted away as she shed the bulky coat and scarf concealing the cropped sweater and tight leggings beneath it as she stepped from the shadows of an ally. Everything about her, from her posture to the way she moved, shifted in the span of a few steps. As she approached the woman, she ran a hand through her long hair. With a grin, the woman took in Ayako's hungry eyes and sauntered up to meet her.

"Hello, gorgeous," the prostitute purred, ran a hand down Ayako's arm. "Here for company or just to watch the show?"

So the building was a club, then. Interesting.

The Ghoul ran hungry eyes up and down her body, eying her curves and silken skin with a smile.

"I find crowds rather dull, don't you?" Murmured Ayako, drawing closer. "You must be cold. Surely you'd rather enjoy a break from standing out here as eye candy. A women as pretty as you deserves better than that."

"I suppose a little break couldn't hurt," She pretended to concede. "I know a place not too far where we can both warm up, if you'd like to join me?"

"It would be my pleasure."


🕷

The Fun

Ayako was going to cum. She was going to cum and she hadn't even gotten to hear the human really scream yet. She'd made a host of other wonderful noises, but even after she'd nearly bitten off her nipple all she'd gotten were moans and little shouts. She wanted to hear her beg, but she was too into the pain to give Ayako the satisfaction.

With a hiss of pleasure, the Ghoul grabbed the human by the throat and choked her out, all the while fighting to keep from exploding at what was happening to her clit. It took every ounce of control for her to keep from ripping the girl open right there, or bringing out her Kagune to pin her down and really show her pleasure.

"Fuck, you're good! Fuck!" She moaned, releasing her hold to grab the human by by waist and forced her closer, harder, faster.

"Bite me," Pleaded the whore. "Fucking bite me."

Ayako couldn't help it. She started laughing.

But then the bitch grabbed her clit, and she fucking came.

And her Kagune exploded from her back.

"What the fuck?! Holy fucking shit, holy FUCKING SHIT!!!"

The human practically flew off of her, her whole body shaking as she sprinted to the exit in nothing but her skin, screaming for help.

Well, fuck.

Ayako wanted to strangle herself for scaring off her plaything before shit even got good, but settled for a short huff of annoyance before grabbing her clothes and bag. She let her Kagune carry her as she threw on her top and some underwear before smashing through the window and climbing through to the street outside. Already, her prey was on the street, still screaming for help like a fucking nuisance. As if Ayako would have killed her right then, without even letting her cum? Honestly, it was insulting.

Her long, black legs ended in deadly points that let her scale buildings and travel along the high brick walls of the alleys, and it didn't take long for the ghoul to catch up to her prey. The human girl was sobbing, which was extremely disappointing as it totally ruined her makeup and pretty face.

"Honestly, you didn't need to fucking run like that," She huffed annoyed. "I wouldn't have had to finish you off this fast had you just fucking given me the chance. You never even got to cum. Do you have any idea how annoying that is for me? I wanted to make this enjoyable, but you had to fucking go and ruin it."

She spoke from the shadows high up near the roof tops of the alley, her kagune supporting her weight as she stalked the girl through the maze of buildings and filth.

"Please...Pl-please d...don't ki-kill m-me!" Begged the whore, shaking from the cold and her own useless terror.

So now you beg? Fucking pathetic.

But before she could rush the girl and end it, she caught a strange scent that made her pause, assessing. Another ghoul?

Another human.

Someone had crept up while she'd distracted hunting the girl. She hadn't even fucking noticed the other scents in the rain and her own annoyance.

There he was, a shadow in the darkness, creeping up towards her prey. She tensed to pounce - to end him before he could take the life she'd claimed - only for a second shadow to wrap him in her embrace and rip out his throat.

 

[Phaedra]

Akira POV ​

The brisk night air kissed Akira's curvy form as she ran bare-footed atop building roofs, leaping across the wide gaps with ease, her bells chiming sweetly as her form worked itself up, her nose taking in the overwhelming amount of smells the city had to offer. Only up here would she get a much clearer route to follow.
As the young Ghoul bound her way towards the well known killers hunting grounds, she'd begin to slow down, crouching lowly like a true apex predator, hands and feet caressing the rubble atop the taller buildings as she came to a stop. Here, he was here, he must be, everything led to him in this street, in this moment.

Her head tilted to the side slightly as she watched bodies intermingled together as the Tokyo Nightlife bustled with the younger generation of party-goers and late business-men and women, her eyes scanning each and every single form until they finally laid upon one man in particular. He stood out like a sore thumb, if you knew what to look for that was. They all had the same aura about them, a look, as they scouted for their next victim. She found him, and just in time as he seemed to have his views set on a particular alleyway that harbored the sounds of a screaming woman, most likely a prostitute. Wether she was already having fun or not mattered not, it was now or never.
She stretched her body out in her skintight bodysuit, Kagune sprouting from her lower back like a flower in blood, nine tendrils that formed into the familiar shape of a fox tails. With a sigh of relief, Akira would pin-drop into the alley after one last scout to make sure he wasn't followed, allowing the wind to guide her as she gracefully landed directly behind him, licking her lips in anticipation. She allowed herself to become so consumed by her desire to hunt and to feed that she no longer seemed to notice anything around her except this one man, who was just about to turn around. She stopped him quickly by leaping onto his back, her tails coiling around her form, twisting to point their tips directly in front of him as she leaned her head back, her back arching as she let out a soft mewl, her bells clinking together in an almost calming manner. One of her hands curled around his throat, the other lifting her mask up past her lips ever so slightly before delving forwards, her mouth wrapping around the soft flesh of the side of his neck, teeth sinking into it like melted butter, her free hand moving to cover his mouth as she ripped out his jugular from the side. Blood spurted outwards, onto the cement, onto her, down her throat, her hands and down his own body, which was fighting to get away. Again, she'd tilt her head backwards, her wet tongue darting out from between her reddened lips, swallowing her mouthful whilst grazing her tongue around her lips, slowly, tasting the sweet nectar of blood.

It wasn't long until she snapped out of it, her head lowering as her eyes squinted from behind her mask, now she saw her mistake, they weren't alone. And thus, she'd watch carefully and wait, still clinging to the man's back as he gasped for air, choking on his own blood while falling to his knees before landing smack bang onto his face.

 

[Lisianthus]

Yasaka Toru | The Jackal | Rank A

Location: Kyu Asakura
Interactions: The Oni - @Phaedra

There is always something flattering when a man decides to devote his entire life to you. And Yasaka was definitely not imperviouarra o this charm. Although she definitely took it for granted. Whilst she knew of his devotion towards her, she never exactly reciprocated it. Sure, she gave him a little something here and there, just to keep him satisfied, but she never really did set her heart on him.
It was a pity, really, she thought as she watched him eat. He was a handsome man, with qualities any sane woman would fall for. But well, she was not sane, was she? And well, she quite liked it whenever he would go all feral for her.
She fleshed him a smile before shaking her head, looking at the array of food in front of her.
"Extravagant as always." Not that she was complaining. Daiki had a way of presenting his food that made it highly appetizing.
"We have enough meat at the restaurant. I also heard that a ghoul wants to start selling us meat. Why not go meet them? It'll make your job easier for you."
She'd pick up the knife and stab into of the delicacies in front of her. She was about to eat it before changing her mind, her eyes flickering to him as she handed him the utensil.
"Feed me."

 

[Phaedra]

Daiki POV ​

Daiki remained quiet as he consumed his meal with clean and steady motions, his eyes flickering to Yasaka at her words of him going to purchase from another seller. He swallowed his mouthful, blinking half heartedly, it would be so much easier having a 'middle-man' to do some of their bidding rather than Daiki going out to find potential victims as well as preparing their flesh into glorious meals, amongst an array of other tasks he attends to on the daily. However, he expected nothing but the best quality, so he'd much rather see what this other Ghoul truly had to offer before making any solid deals with them. But, if the Head Gourmet wished it so, then he would simply comply.

"And whom is this seller? It would put me at ease to know they've been in the business long enough to know what true quality meat looks like, rather than to just sell us thugs and street rats." His voice purred like the engine of a quality car, low and smooth, yet deep. He'd place down his silverware, a slender hand moving to pluck Yasaka's from her pale digits as she offered them to him, telling him to feed her. If it were anyone else, he'd simply tell them to feed themselves, but he really did enjoy tending to every one of her needs. She was in fact the only one, however she was not his, which was fine by him, she was free-spirited, not to be tied down by such mundane titles and relations. He honestly wasn't a believer in monogamous affairs, that was humans play, and he, they, were not human. They were above such trivial things, however Yasaka often enjoyed playing pretend from time to time, and he was perfectly okay with that, even admired the fact that she could connect with their way of life so well, he had tried, but felt as though he were a being amongst mindless ants. Although, there were a few humans that sparked pleasant and intelligent discussions. So he wouldn't write all of them off, not yet anyways.

Despite being so deep in thought, his hands had already moved for him as he proceeded to feed her, his dominant hand steady as to not spoil her clothes or her skin as he delivered each mouthful of food to her.

 

[The Morrighan]

MENTIONS : @Phaedra



Seeing the human man slump to the ground, slowly drowning in his own blood, broke the hold over Ayako like ice water. When she hunted, she changed into the piece of her she hated most. Sex and blood and...and skin. The thought made her fight off the darkness, made her look with tired eyes towards the human woman cowering naked on the street.

She still needed to die, and Ayako was still plenty hungry enough to not mind the deed in the end.

She dropped down from the shadows, her long legged kagune catching her weight effortlessly. Through deaf ears, she listened to the whore beg for her life a final time, but speared her kagune into the soft flesh of her throat anyway. Enough begging. Enough tears.

Ayako just wanted to eat, to feel the rush of pleasure human flesh always brought her. She wanted to feel normal, to feel free.

As she shook the corpse from her kagune, Ayako took in the scene before her. The human male - now very, very dead - smelled of sweat and bad intentions. Something wasn't right with him, especially when she noticed the butcher's knife at his side.

So he had been hunting her meal...

"Prick." She spat on his corpse, then looked up to study his killer.

Through the darkness which fought to conceal her, Ayako studied the other ghoul. The light of the night sky, as polluted by the electric lights as any metropolis, allowed her eyes to pierce the shadows and see more of the stranger than any human could have. She was dressed all in black, with a lovely mask still pulled up to reveal pretty lips coated in her victim's blood. From her figure and slight build, it was clear she couldn't be much older than The Spider herself, a fact supported by her sweet scent and quick kill. There was something about her that made Ayako curious, made her want to draw closer.

So she did.

"I suppose thanks are in order," she said with a grin, a bit of her usual self rising through the darkness. "I'm not usually so careless, but this is my first time hunting in quite a while so I got sloppy. That may have turned into a real mess had you not come along, so thank you. I'm Ayako."​

 

[Phaedra]

Akira POV​

Akira examined the female Ghoul in front of her, having snapped out of her hunger spree fairly quickly, her body crouched lowly over the deceased serial killer. A singular Kagune tail curled around her form almost protectively as a second drilled into the man's back. She stayed quiet, head tilting slightly to the left as she listened to the woman's rather sweet sounding voice. She certainly hadn't expected to bump into another Ghoul tonight, infact she hadn't ever expected it. She was usually so good at hiding and keeping to herself she had allowed herself to miss meals for the sake of avoiding confrontation, she couldn't fall into the habit of starving herself because she was afraid of bumping into a certain someone. Despite having left, his words rattled inside of her skull like a constant reminder 'You can run, but you cannot hide my little Fox.' She shivered slightly at the thought, pulling herself away from it as her hand suddenly delved into the man's now open back, shuffling around as she grabbed hold of a warm, squishy and slippered Liver, pulling it from his body and outstretching her hand in a sort of peace offering to the other woman.

Though Akira spoke no words, her intentions were well behaved and somewhat shy, like that of a beaten dog, however she wasn't always like this, she was simply being extra cautious. Her tongue slipped out from between her lips, slowly cleaning the sticky blood from them as she kept her form low, truly like an animal, as she gestured her hand with the liver still sat in her grasp, her voice coming out as soft and smooth as silk.
"Hello Ayako."

Unbeknownst to her, this would be the start of something truly exciting for both of their futures.

 

[The Morrighan]

Takuya was exhausted, his eyes already feeling the tell-tale ache that meant he needed a break from the computer screen and head upstairs to bed. He missed the era of his youth, when Investigators were out on the streets and not cooped up writing up reports. Of course, it had been some time since he'd been the one writing the report instead of the one reading them.

The broad-shouldered man leaned back into his comfy desk chair, his gaze dropping to view the little clock on his desk for the first time in what had to have been hours.

Shit. He'd overworked again. Had he really been sitting there five whole hours already? It was the middle of the night, and he would need to be up early tomorrow if he wanted to get to Headquarters in time to prep for the meeting. It had already been three months since the breakout at the Ward 7 facility, and there was still no sign of the majority of the escaped subjects. Most had been low-risk, but the fact that Subject 13 was still on the run concerned him. her file had stated she had shown the most promise of all the captives ghouls, even after her escape the year before, but it seemed the girl was a good actress. Seven causalities were left in the wake of her escape, each a man or woman with families left grieving and demanding justice.

He didn't blame the creature for running - not when he'd seen himself the horrors the subjects endured at the hands of the CCG's researchers - but he intended to do his job and ensure her capture.

But he was getting on in years, and this ghoul was young and dangerous. He couldn't take her on his own, not with his body slowly beginning to slow down. No, he needed fresh blood at his side. It had been over a decade since Jun's death. It was time to move on, and to realize that there was nothing he could have done to save the boy.

Takuya just hoped the girl he'd chosen wouldn't make the same mistakes.

With a heavy sigh, the old man stood to stretch his muscles before switching off his computer and the little lamp on his desk. With heavy steps, he climbed the stairs up to his bedroom, where his wife Kyoko slept soundly. He smiled softly down at her sleeping form before getting himself ready for bed. He had a long day tomorrow, so the handful of hours he could salvage would be welcome.

Because tomorrow his hunt began.​

 

[The Morrighan]

MENTIONS : @Phaedra

Ayako wasn't entirely sure what to make of this stranger, with her soft voice and cat-like movements. Something about her felt strangely familiar, or perhaps her general demeanor simply brought Ayako back to the years when she still knew how to trust someone else. Everything about the girl's posture screamed discomfort - maybe even fear - but she never backed away, never made a move to flee.

Instead, she held out the closest thing to olive branch a ghoul could understand. A peace offering. Something to show she meant no harm.

It was easily the kindest thing anyone had done for the ghoul in years.

Ayako let her body lower itself to the ground, then allowed her kagune to shrink from eight legs to two that stayed dormant at her side. Keeping her movements slow, she reached out and took the gift from the stranger's hand, the feeling of their skin connecting sending a tiny pulse of warmth through her arm. Strange. Ignoring it, though, the taller ghoul raised the morsel to her lips and bit into the hot flesh without looking away from where the other girl crouched.

It was delicious. She smiled.

Her companion stayed quiet, her eyes barely visible from behind the shadows of her mask. Ayako wasn't sure what to make of it, but she wanted to show the girl that she wasn't a threat. After a brief moment of thought, she realized that the solution was lying in a pool of blood behind her. With slow steps, she backed away from the other girl and crouched down beside her own corpse, she cut into the human's chest with her kagune. She chose her favorite piece - the heart - and carefully tore it from the prostitute's body.

Then she held it out with both hands - the last of her kagune fading away - as an offering to the stranger.

"Would you like to share a meal with me? It seems we both have quite the feast to enjoy, and I'm new to these streets and have no idea where I'd find another friendly face. It would be nice to spend some time with another ghoul. May I ask your name?"​

 

[Phaedra]

Akira POV​

Akira kept her Carmine eyes locked on the other woman, flicking her chin downwards towards the meat in her flesh slightly as she watched and waited, a slight head tilt to the side as she almost purred in delight once her offering was accepted. That was a good start, perhaps this could be the start of an alliance, or even a friendship. As soon as Ayako's Kagune began to retract into a smaller, less threatening stance, she would offer the same, her tails slowly retreating into the small of her back until she was left with just one, she would remain cautious, however she'd also show that she was literally the last thing from a threat right in this moment.

Akira watched her curiously as Ayako moved back to her own victim, digging around in her chest cavity until she too made a peace offering. A human heart. A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she gracefully accepted the organ, taking it carefully from her hands as she inched it towards her face, licking the thick red fluid from the squishy flesh before taking a bite.
Delicious.
Her tail wiggled in delight as she slowly rose to a more natural stance, standing at a slightly less height to her newly found companion, her Kagune completely retracting now, leaving her looking like an average human. One with blood stained upon her cheeks, chin and hands.

"I am Akira, I've only just recently moved to this ward, you're the first Ghoul I've had any contact with since then, so this is also a first for me as well." Her voice was sweet like thick warm honey, with another small smile to top it off. She took another bite of the heart in her hand, honestly rather enjoying the new company as well as a meal. It was nice, it reminded her of home. Perhaps if this new Ghoul had nowhere to stay, she could offer her spare room, she happened to have a two bedroom apartment. It was small and not very nice, but it was a roof over her head.
She was hesitant, but she slowly found herself asking anyway. "Do you have a place to stay?"

 

[Lisianthus]

Advent Pro
Economica

Yasaka Toru

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Location: Kyu Asakura || Interactions: The Oni - @Phaedra

Her tongue flicked out, wrapping themselves around the meat before sinking her teeth into them. She chewed slowly, savouring the chewy texture of human meat. Blood filled her mouth at every bite, the liquid trickled down her throat and she groaned in satisfaction. Sweet like honey, she could taste his fear, the face he made as her knife cut into him flashed in her mind. It made the food more enjoyable to eat.
"I am not sure. But I do trust that you will only pick the best of meat."Her voice was barely above a whisper, fatigue fogging her mind. Taking the last bite, she stood up, a palm covering her mouth as she yawned,
"Come with me. It is time for bed."

 

[The Morrighan]

MENTIONS : @Phaedra

Of all the responses Ayako might have expected, that certainly hadn't been one of them. What sort of ghoul was this gentle, this...kind? Not even her parents would have opened their doors to a ghoul they'd just met, not with Ayako at risk.

Unless...unless this girl really was alone.

Alone, just like her.

She didn't know how to respond, how to react to that kindness, so she made herself comfortable beside her meal. The taste of that liver was beginning to drive her crazy, the darkness creeping back in more and more the longer she ignored her hunger. Still, even as she dug into the corpse, Ayako couldn't ignore the heaviness in her heart.

"Akira..." She murmured to herself, tasting the name as she swallowed a bite of lung.

Akira said nothing, just watched her with hidden eyes and that soft, careful twist of her lips. She still wore her mask, concealing the truth of her appearance. Normally, seeing another Ghoul's mask made her nervous, but Akira felt...safe. As stupid as it was, Ayako couldn't help but stare at her, trying to piece together the face behind the mask.

Her own had been lost years ago, stolen by a Dove who'd taken it as a trophy. She'd need a new one, and soon.

With a sigh, Ayako gestured for Akira to sit. She hated seeing the other girl on her feet when she could be comfortable. After all, they might as well enjoy this meal.

"I just got here yesterday. Been on the run from Doves in Ward 7 for a few months now. I...I don't have anywhere to go. Do you know of a place that may take me? I can pay in labor in need be."​

 

[Phaedra]

Daiki POV​

It was almost natural to feed Yasaka in an almost intimate way, eating each mouthful with a grace not many ghouls could keep. With each swallow of food, his eyes trailed down her neck before returning to her face. As he fed her, he'd make sure to get a few bites of his own food until they were both satisfied with their meals. It was certainly delicious, if he did say so himself.

He'd slide his chair backwards slightly, standing to his full 6'5 height, towering over most ghouls, a hand splayed out for Yasaka to take after she had mentioned bedtime. "Then let us rest my love." With a gentle, almost shadow of a smile, he'd take her soft, delicate hand and soon leave the dining room, signalling for one of the lower ghouls to clean up after them. It was a lovely end to a night indeed.

 

[Phaedra]

Akira POV​

It was nice, this was nice. Despite only just meeting, they had both managed to make the other feel a little more comfortable. Sure, there was still a little discomfort and caution, but that was only natural, it was smart to keep your guard up, and so they did, however, it was nice.

As Ayako returned to enjoying her meal, Akira would follow suit, proceeding to chow down upon the corpse of the man she'd spent hunting for a little while, he tasted pretty good, like victory. Whilst they enjoyed their meal in relative silence, Akira couldn't help but finally really notice the other young woman, she was slim yet she had slight curves in all the right places, her face delicate and beautiful in a sort of innocent way. She had this aura about it that made Akira want to get to know her more.

Suddenly her ears perked up to the sounds of her voice penetrating her thoughts, giving her something else to think about for the time being. Doves. She hadn't exactly had the 'pleasure' of meeting a Dove yet, but she had heard plenty about them from Wilson in the past.

Wilson.. She shivered at the name, dark thoughts trying to claw their ways into the very depths of her mind. Go away. She bit back a sound of slight fear. What if he found her again? She wasn't important enough for him to go out of his way to desperately look for her, but he often traveled between Wards to cause up a stir. It was amusing to him, a game. Akira almost became lost deep in thought again before remembering she had to respond to Ayako, it would be extremely rude to just ignore her.

"I know a place. But it's small and not in the best conditions." Her voice hesitated for a moment before continuing to speak. "Do you like cats? Because there are cats there."

Anything to not be alone anymore.