[center][h2]Bisuto Ketsu[/h2]
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Phew. Looked like he was in the clear. Graye had looked a tad hostile, but that could be taken fairly simply as being annoyed about how she'd been taken out immediately, only for Ketsu to rapidly defeat the ghoul himself, with assistance from Seto. Nobody liked to be shown up, and she'd absolutely been unconscious whilst he was feeding, with no good way for her to show that he'd drained the ghoul's blood to his knowledge; suffice to say, Ketsu would be receiving good marks for this affair that Graye had been denied by the sudden assault.

As for Seto, he'd been a tad suspicious about the body, perhaps the inevitably lesser amount of blood it was spewing after Ketsu's ministrations, but seemingly shook it off at the end of the day. Ketsu had responded appropriately to each of his statements: 'Maybe I'll even get it in tonight, sir!'; 'Will do. I could use something to calm me down.'; and 'And I thank you for pushing me, Seto!', this last call to Seto half-yelled in his direction as he walked back towards the HQ. Afterwards, with all said and done... frankly speaking, Ketsu saw no special reason not to do the same, though he figured he'd go at his own pace. He had the time, after all.

A few short minutes later, and Ketsu had found himself just in front of Ward 8's CCG building, a little ways away from... Grant. One of the few people other than Seto he paid particular mind to remember, though it was hard not to remember a face like his. The half-ghoul half-admired the man's dedication to, amongst other things, his willingness to push the bounds of what was known of ghoul psychology to their limit. And yet, Grant really didn't seem human in mentality half the time, and half of that was apparently due to not caring for the pretense. His physical deformities hardly fased Ketsu, to wit- he'd already seen far worse sights by the tender age of four- but his attitude was... something of a threat. At the end of the day, he had little doubt that the man would try to dissect his brain, both metaphorically and most likely very literally, if he ever found out about Ketsu's heritage. Plus, he was just plain nuts.

And then there was the poor girl who had begun chatting to him after stepping out of the building. He recognised her as... his best guess was "Miss Scatterbrain", who if he recalled correctly had only "graduated" a little while after Ketsu himself, after co-opting in at Rank 3 and receiving years of additional training under a Senior Investigator; admittedly, that was hearsay rather than affirmed fact in his mind, but it nonetheless intrigued him to figure out what a regime of personally-tailored battle education did for an investigator. In a way, that partnership made sense, with brains leading brawn, but it didn't make it a much easier affair for the Junior. Maybe he should go over and help break the ice a little...

'Good morning, my friends!' he called, smiling lightly and speaking with a carefree tone as he strolled over to the two investigators. 'I take it you two are just getting to know one another? Grant, it's good to see you again; ma'am, I don't think I've had the pleasure yet. I'm Bisuto Ketsu, and you are...?' He offered her his hand to shake, adding a bit of flourish just to better draw her attention.