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Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo

Hana Kurosawa





"Good, Takkun." answered Hana in a curt manner, her attention suddenly drawn at the two impatient fellow female ghouls who had taken the initiative to already trudge into her clinic like they owned the place. I oughta teach those two a little of pattience and manners. She added, clasping her hands to tend of both twins and made signals to Mii-chan and the other two kids to follow.

The automatic sliding doors opened revealing the full spectacle of a bunch of wounded human flesh, and in the middle, a ghoul undertone. The mousy, pink bleached petite receptionist had also picked the scent of the other two female ghouls who had trudged inside the clinic, and that had made her more fidgetty than usual. She looked at her employer, Hana, unsure what to do.

"u..u...miss, you can't...go...uhh...there!" She addressed the umbrella maniac, obviously with a trembling, intimidated voice. She also positively blanched as she eyed Takumi, probably thinking the clinic would be overrun by strong ghouls in any moment.

"Don't worry, Yoko. They're personal acquaintances. I bumped accross them" Hana smiled at the receptionist. Other staff members could be seen around, shuffling, and nodding at the supposed owner's voice, before continuing. Most of them had earrings, scars and tattoos, probably coming from rather unsavoury backgrounds."Takkun is with me aswell, and um... we found a bunch of lost kids. Rather weird night to jog." Hana chuckled so slightly, waving the awkwardness of the situation. "Do tell Shen and CB that I might get a little busy..."

The receptionist nodded sagely, and scrambled a few moments before resuming her work, Hana strutting towards where Asoka was. And someone had, besides the weak yelp of the receptionist. The medic on duty. He was a rather tall middle aged man, with a toned constitution and a shaved scalp. But what set him apart were his dark, piercing eyes and a rather unnerving expressive smile in his face.

"She's right, you know. I am afraid waggling that umbrella will spread germs accross the other floors... and those are for the surgical equipment and select personal." The human looked down on the petite little tyrant ghoul. "It could mean rather hefty material and personal cost..." He said, crouching so slightly, his voice whispering in Asoka's ears."I wonder if your kakuhou would cover it in the black market." The doctor said, before retracting and smiling. "Ah, chief, Hello... those are your acquaintances, yes? Welcome, welcome! I'm doctor Shen! And now if you excuse me I have a shift to finish... and um... is it too late to ask for a rise in pay, Hana...chan?" The medic added, a shit eating grin plastered across his face as he belittled his boss in front of everyone.

"I'll think about it." Hana said, before producing a ornate, secure key and opening the rather large elevator, ushering everyone inside. "Fourth floor, here we go. The first and second floors are for normal people. And the third is for...guests who appreciate privacy, and are still human..." Hana blurted when the doors closed unto the group.

After a short while the doors opened, offering a rather eerie display of old felt and tasteless decoration. The fourth floor was still pretty much a love hotel in structure, save the reformed room of the end, Hana's own dwelling. On the plus side, there were showers and rooms for everyone involved, if they wished to take a nap.

"Hana-chan really needs to change the decoration of the floor someday." She announced as she began walking towards her room. "My room has the bathtub thou--- oh my' looks like Rinrin is a smart kitten who found the alternative ghoul entrance." Hana added as she smiled. "Knock yourselves out. I'll be...washing these two." Hana said to both kids, as she patted their heads."Mii-chan should help too! But Hana-chan thinks you boys can handle a shower by yourselves."
Okay, doing a post. Imma flesh some of the staff, please do tell if it's too much.
I'm pooped,might take a day to reply.
@AtomicNut Yes, My Joslyn knows your person... she goes to him for her forgeries when it comes to ID and what not.


@FosterApparently Kokushi has made contradicting statements.
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And the one Miro met at the junkyard was Joy.

Joslyn (Cherry) is ordering a fistful of whiskey.


I had thought they were acquaintances, as Kokushi stated before they knew eachother.
Bleh shitpost.
And a week passed by. Sigma found most classes trite, an encore of what she had been implanted with the memories of Spanova, but it wasn't a bad encore. After all, knowledge was best kept better if taught twice. She even allowed herself to cast furtive glances during the briefings to other pilots, to see how they were doing.

By learning their behaviour, she could probably learn to be less stiff, although some cases, like Mai...were not good test subjects. And Iota, her fellow clone, was not one either. Unsurprisingly, the higher ups had made a "you spared her, you bought her" approach when dealing with the clone, stating that it was up to recruit Sigma to provide lodgings to the fellow clone.

The two strawberry cakes were lost in the struggle, but the noble sacrifice allowed them to convince people (namely Ritsu) to let Iota and Sigma share a room. Even if it was just one bed. It made sense, as they simply were two shades of the same template, and in that regard, clones did have a tendency to huddle up together in the facility before.

Star fist was a real workout, although Sigma lamented that her memories and creation had artificially bumped her skill way above her age, and as much as she loved to give Elora or Katya some sparring, she was too afraid to break someone's nose in that regard. As such, Sigma's technique was often tested against the more experienced male soldiers, whose brawn and size offered a clear handicap against the young but talented pilot. It would also force them to keep their guards up, and probably dent their patronizing attitudes a bit more.

And there was Iota... Well, suffice to say those matches were intense. Perfect mirror matches, that scalated to their fullest... and at some points had to be forcefully stopped by the instructor. Iota's goddamn feisty nature, taking a leaf out of Spanova did not certainly help.




The lesson was rather interesting for once, if Iota wasn't hellbent to start a paper ball war with Sigma at the risk of being decommissioned by Lorenzo. Sigma's inside boiled, but she was still decided to not retaliate. Until the paperball hit her nose with force.

Oh now you've done it.

Sigma began to crumple a paper...and the alarms all rang out at once. Startled for the briefest moment, she left her notebook go, and then Lorenzo's prompt shook her into her senses curtly and quickly.

"Yes sir." Both clones said in unison, looked at eachother, and then ran synchronized towards the briefing room.
And posted.
Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo

Hana Kurosawa





Hana let out a dejected look at first, finding herself victim of Asoka's vitriol once more. You know, you impertinent little brat, I was trying to be nice. No need to shove me your bacteriological weapon albeit lovely foot on my face. Rin's younger than you and she's more mature.. However, she quickly recomposed her face, obviously weathering the blow with grace and dignity. "Waah, A-chan, that's mean ~!". Hana squeaked so slightly upon the gesture. It did warrant a reaction. Just simply staring stoically at the foot would not do it.

Allowing herself to stretch slightly still in her jogging sweatsuit, she contemplated how Asoka had decided to make japes about Rin's job. Any work is good, considering we, as a whole are not likely to find many jobs..

Her sight immediatly rested on the boy's scuffle, and resisted the urge to facepalm. It didn't look serious, and even bystanders would just turn their heads away, as long as they kept it to the fists and not their Kagunes. Fortunately, the fight died as soon as it had started, although she wasn't sure if Asoka's attempt at being creepy had something to do with it. It just needed a good finisher.

Hana knelt beside Mii and the twins, resting her arms in the children's shoulders. "Boys...my sweeties. They never learn. Getting into fights is not a sign of strenght or bravery, it's a sign of being dummies. And we don't like dummy boys, don't we? What girls appreciate is reliability. Besides, Take-kun... I might be mistaken, but...if you want Rinrin to be your oneechan you must know that she likes peace and being quiet." She stood upwards, raising an index finger. "Alright, let's go in straight to my house in the fourth floor, being abandoned is an ordeal...huh" Hana stood there frozen, as a new person entered the premises.

That smell...between ghoul and human. A CCG investigator and the quinq- no, wait... I remember this one. It's...

"Takkun!?" Hana let out a soft gasp. Now that was a curve ball she wasn't expecting. Takumi was probably one of the most fascinating protegees' of the old man. She didn't know the specifics, but he had a human upbringing, and Hana always stuck to him whenever the old man wasn't around to pester him with questions, and he was always willing to follow his big sis antics, once he had been brought out of his shell. Hana forsake her previous intention, as she opened her arms wide, and ran towards Takumi, beaming a smile under the hood she was wearing.

"IMMA EAT YOU!" She yelled, as she tackled Takumi, all overexcited. Her legs firmly clamped around his waist in a deadlock as her mouth went for his tender neck...

...Only to produce farty sounds with her lips on Takumi's neck.

All the tension, and all the worries of a masquerade breaching quickly dissipated in one of the silliest ways imaginable. Hana giggled as she then faced Takumi, face to face."Where have you been? No, scratch that, you're alive!".

It was then when she leaned towards Takumi's ear, her voice soft, but with a solemn tone in her whisper." Fifth ward is going to be a battlefield and they lost their guardian. Have you tracked us down? Depending on your answer...I might have to...take action." She commented, as she let Takumi go of her grasp, her semblance serious for a moment before quickly reassembling in a smile.
It's not threatening. I just gave you a several thousand dollars bribe to shut up. The threatening happens if you decide to decline the bribe and call the spooks. It's more of a 'here's the carrot but let me show you the stick just to let you know it's there' type thing.

And yeah, atomic now that I think about it aren't you getting joy and joslyn mixed up?


Pretty sure the one tending tables is joslyn.
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