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Euh. It's been a hot minute. Things are rather different for me now, and I don't know how that translates to my presence here.
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I don't *think* I'm a bad person. I might be wrong there. I try not to be, even when I screw it up for want of social awareness.
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Harambant, who once went by Harambe, now only recalled in light of what followed.
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RAIN OF SPIDERS (SPIDERS spiders)
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It seems today, that all you see,
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Hello, I am me from the internet. I migrated here from Kongregate's Forum Games Forum, so feel free to look for me there if you wish to follow a career in internet stalking people. (ಠ_ಠ) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
“I really don’t follow how your faith believes its perfectly acceptable to doom 4,000 years plus of sentient beings, on a pre-set path of no escape from sin, just so their descendants can be offered the ‘chance of salvation’ when the god murders its own son.” ~vikaTae
“Don’t be an ass or a pussy, ’lest you get screwed by life. Being a mouth or a hand is somewhat safer, and an eye socket is pretty much sacred in this regard, so always keep a look out.” ~BCLEGENDS
...well, Decoy was right. They had time to kill, for sure. Probably not as much as Alessa would like, but certainly enough to do everything Decoy had suggested - ironing out the kinks in the plan if possible; practicing using the holodisks in a tactical manner, including sliding them around as appropriate; Margrave of course preparing his own equipment as necessary; and examining the details of the warehouse’s layout to figure out, for example, secretive routes into the place that Lily could exploit. And a full squadron of PRT troopers to accompany them to boot… Messiah had never been in charge of actual soldiers before. The thought was enticing, if only because it’d give her the opportunity to fulfil her mission that much more effectively.
‘No questions on my end, Decoy,’ Alessa confirmed, before glancing over at Lillian again. ’I’ll come with you, Lily. We can all talk tactics whilst we train, I think, and- well, I should make sure everybody examines the warehouse’s layout anyway,’ she uttered, raising her voice just enough to grab everyone’s attention, ‘but to be clear, I don’t think anyone would appreciate getting lost in there in a pinch, so please get it memorised, just in case something happens to our electronics. Worst case, we can regroup near the front entrance if we all recall where it is. Okay, guys?’ she concluded, a mild grin spreading on to her face. Oh, was she hyped to get this show on the road.
Raymond Haywood: Trainyard
And that was what the layman called “good timing”. Both guards went down almost simultaneously, and shortly after that, they had both been tied up by Heartless and Thunderbolt, Raymond lowering his weapon and joining them as they did so. Much as he considered his earlier question to be foolish, he had to admit that the shadow-walker was quite skilled indeed, and returned his thumbs-up just before he began scouting atop the roof of the building.
In the meantime, Thunderbird had made sure - not too quietly, it was worth noting - that those guards wouldn’t be getting out of their container any time soon. He offered to toss Sofia up to the roof, only to be granted a counter-offer of having her ride on his back, ignoring whatever he told her to. And that had its merits, certainly… he had been about to point out her mass being an issue, before recalling that Thunderbolt’s abilities made that matter entirely irrelevant. What a coincidence, and what a way to make a fool of himself if he hadn’t remembered the major powers of one of his team members. In that case…
‘Worst case scenario, you can throw her at a crowd, and she can ignore them into the floor or something,’ he joked, morbidly and with very little humour. ‘Otherwise, I suggest you two take the front entrance; Chatterbox and I can enter through the back; and Heartless can sneak in from up top if his scouting goes well.’ Looking to Chatterbox and jerking his head toward the warehouse, he began to trudge to the right of the building and round the back, keeping the morph gun in its FN P90 form for the time being. This was perhaps the most likely case for its use: close-quarters fighting, but of the sort that required rapid firepower, not focused shots from a high-power handcannon. And with his designated partner apparently bearing close-range and mid-range weapons of his own to boot, they’d be quite set up in the likely event that they were attacked within the place.
...well, shit, Seto really was the Lead Investigator here. And he'd not figured that out until now? What, had he zoned out the day that was announced? Or maybe he just hadn't ever been put under the man's command, but it was nonetheless an untenable lapse of knowledge. He would not be one of the stupid people of the world, damn it.
That said, and as expected, Tanaka came with bad news, namely that Ward 11 was being evacuated wholesale. "A little harder", indeed, but at the end of the day, all it meant was more food for Ketsu. He did so detest pretending to consume and digest normal food... though he'd long since learned to surpress his vomit reaction until an appropriate time, occasionally he just had to suck up the impure nutrient substance and take the hit to his health for a little while.
But not today. Today, he surmised as the one-eyed investigator continued to speak, would be a good day to feast. Shame about the ghouls banding together in 20th Ward, where he had no particular influence, but a random binge eater, who nobody would notice had been a little bit drained of blood? It was practically an invitation! So long as he could figure out how to get at the body whilst his partner was distracted. Wait too long, and the blood began to coagulate. That was the woooorst; it meant he had to take bites of his meal, and that was DNA evidence waiting to happen.
And of course, his partner was none other than Seto Tanaka himself. Of the others in the room, Unbalanced Sora remained with Kobayashi McDaggerthrow - as usual - whilst Remi the Airhead was assigned to Katsura Scissorgay. No offense was meant to any of them with those internal nicknames, but it was the easiest way to remember roughly who they were in his mind, given that none especially stood out otherwise, and he generally avoided becoming too close with any of the other investigators for obvious reasons. Seto was the exception, rather than the rule, given their mildly-shared past, and even that was tenuous.
Still, it sounded like Ketsu would definitely be the lucky one who got to take out this particular ghoul. And if he succeeded here, showed Tanaka exactly how skilled he really was, perhaps he'd be seeing his way up to an early promotion to Rank 1 Investigator. And only a few weeks into his tenure, too, oh how impressive his fellows would says... and what better justification to gain ever more privacy in his working hours, perhaps, than by increasing his rank? T'was the idea all along, to be sure.
'No questions from me, sir,' Ketsu obliged, a bland smile crossing his face. 'I expect the details of our special trip will be relayed to me en route, if they aren't directly related to finding that ghoul - and might I say, I'm honoured to be taken under your wing this time around? I shan't let you down!' And just to complete the image, a quick salute, because why not? After all, he was feeling enthusiastic about this next mission.
@Renny You know what, I'm not 100% certain, but I'm pretty sure we've been in an RP together in the past. If it is the one I'm thinking of, good to see you again, man; otherwise, disregard this post.
@knifeman As a child, he was bad at hiding his ghoulishness, and humans kept trying to attack him because of that; as a ghoul, he always came out on top, increasingly so as he grew older, until eventually a large gang of ghouls beat the crap out of him, using the number of gang members he incapacitated before going down to decide whether or not he should be allowed to join them. And so he did, and now he's part of a ghoul street gang, and still bad at hiding the fact that he's a ghoul. Boom.
Ketsu entered the boardroom that day not expecting much positivity. He'd already seen the news regarding the state Ward 11 was in, and frankly, he felt sorry for the poor bastards duking it out over there... well, he felt one side or the other were bastards, and in the end, wasn't that really the same sentiment? He'd certainly make a joke along those lines if anybody asked.
For now, it seemed he was the first to arrive... pardon him, he was the second to arrive. And wasn't the other man a familiar face, or at least a familiar scent? Special Class Investigator Seto, if he wasn't mistaken - the very same he'd made his bet with less than two years ago. And from the looks of things... hang on a moment, was he... no, surely not! Wouldn't that have been more obvious? But maybe...
'Sir, it's good to see you again,' Ketsu began jovially, internally wondering how to ask his question, and eventually just deciding to be direct, as he'd be expected to. 'And forgive me if I haven't noticed until now, but the fact you're here before me means you were either the Lead Investigator running this Ward all along... or you're very punctual when it comes to the Lead Investigator's meetings! Heh- Heavens, I never knew,' he quipped, a slight grin crossing his face. Was he being too friendly? No, no... and he was sure Seto wouldn't be too harsh even if he was being too friendly. The man wasn't quite that uptight, to his knowledge.
Personality: As far as ghouls go, Ketsu is uncommon in that for the most part, his human masque is dominant over and substantially more developed than his "real" ghoul persona, an outcome of his worldviews and a necessity considering his job. In his pretense of humanity, he maintains a well-meaning, albeit forceful outlook, apparently desiring greatly to help cleanse the world of those ghouls who would kill innocent humans so heartlessly, and will apparently go to any lengths to achieve the destruction of such vile foes.
When he drops this pretense, much of his well-meaning nature vanishes with it, as well as his consideration of most ghouls as anything more than food, albeit intelligent and dangerous food - for some reason, his opinions on how humans and ghouls taste is almost completely reversed. In this mindset, he prefers to act as a stealth hunter, trying to get the drop on any given target rather than attacking them head-on, though this does not mean he is not an effective warrior in his own right.
Either way, he maintains a healthy distaste for "stupid people", though depending on when you ask him, who exactly counts as "stupid" will change entirely. On top of this, he has a bit of an unintentional charismatic streak, and often manages to be surprisingly charming, even romantic in spite of himself.
Appearance: Physically, Ketsu seems to be about as regular and unassuming a guy as you can get, at least for a Ghoul Investigator. Whilst certainly well-built, his foreign ancestry shown off through a lightly-toned complexion, messy brown hair, and a height of 172cm, he does not appear to be exceptionally muscular by the set standards, only reaching about 75kg for muscle mass, and you wouldn't exactly guess that the leftmost of his dark blue eyes would turn solid black with red iris when he releases his kagune. Naturally, he does not frequently manifest it, save when he manages to find some time alone with the body of a defeated ghoul.
Ketsu's ghoulish heritage has blessed him with a kagune. His Rc type is bikaku - supposedly the trump card, though he considers it a moderate advantage at best considering how it ties into the kagune RPS cycle - and so his kagune manifests as a trio of half-mottled, half-smooth, blood-red tails, each ending in a sort of needle-like cap with a different colour and texture to the rest of the tail. Rarely will the mottled surface of the kagune bear toothy mouths rather than the usual pattern, for Ketsu's primary form of attack involves impaling his target with the needle-tips of his kagune and draining them of blood and Rc cells, nourishing himself and tasting the victim as if eating their flesh whilst killing them in a way that leaves minimal hints as to how exactly they died. Preferred targets for these precision strikes include major arteries and the kakuhou of ghouls, for these are where the flow of blood and Rc cells is strongest.
When he does need to wear a mask to enact a kill, he prefers a smooth but solid plastic helm, designed to fold down for easy storage within his suit, with a distinctive design of sharp, stylised teeth in a mocking smirk across its width; the mask is almost entirely black, down to the wide lens covering his eyes, save for the solid white inside of the "mouth" design.
As a Ghoul Investigator, Ketsu also has access to the usual ghoul-slaying weapons of the CCG, and in fact has managed to acquire for himself a very specific quinque: that of his own late father, Zonbigōsuto Tarō, the ghoul formerly known as Wrecker. A koukaku-type kakuja quinque, Wrecker's inactive state is essentially a necklace with a metallic circular pendant attached to it; when activated, it takes the form of crimson crustacean-like armour covered in spikes, the helm crab-like with its eyeholes and antennae, and completed with two oversized crab's claws for hands, fitting over Ketsu's entire body when activated as both superior protection and an offensive boost; he is able to bear this armour's stamina-draining effects and substantial weight far longer and more effectively than most might anticipate, thanks largely to his own ghoulish strength and vigour. Better yet, it bears the capacity to alter its colour and texture to match the surrounding environment, effectively acting as active camouflage when necessary to let Ketsu maneuver into more favourable positions.
History: Sometimes, people do bad things for good reasons. Jane Doe, an English teacher working in Tokyo, fell in love with codewriter Zonbigōsuto Tarō despite knowing he was a ghoul, and likewise in the opposite direction, though both were at least somewhat driven by the knowledge that they'd likely not have children. When it then turned out Jane was pregnant, both did what they felt was best for the child: Tarō went out and began cannibalising ghouls, developing a kakuja and the codename of Wrecker in the process, and bringing back their flesh for his wife to feed upon, and Jane engaged in this pseudo-cannibalism that their child might acquire the nutrients it needed to live to childbirth. Apparently, both parents acquired the same odd sense of humour about names as their parents had had, and thus the resulting progeny was named Kyūketsuki.
It was never clear why, whether there were wires crossed in his hybridised brain or whether his mother's pregnancy diet had altered him somehow, but Kyūketsuki's tastes were essentially reversed from birth. Far from enjoying human flesh and blood, even when draining them with his kagune, he found them bland, almost bitter, and much preferred the flavour of ghouls that most others detested, even his father. Tarō, knowing full-well that his own cannibalistic tendencies were already a major threat to a family such as his, never mind those of a young half-breed who might achieve half-kakuja and get himself killed in his madness, decided early on that this preference was not to be indulged unless it couldn't be helped.
Thus, whilst Kyūketsuki was trained in the usual ways of ghouls - hunting, hiding one's ghoulish side, combat, and so on, and in his case the stealthier methods of finding and killing prey that his father preferred - he was also told in no uncertain terms that his nature as a one-eyed ghoul, and much less a ghoul who found other ghouls delicious, was not to be revealed to the world; hidden under a full helmet of a mask, Kyūketsuki eventually acquired the name of Needlepoint, for the wounds left behind by his particular brand of attack certainly seemed to have been dealt by oversized needles of some sort.
This, in turn, helped shape Kyūketsuki's worldview quite a bit. He never quite got over his view of ghouls other than his father as food, but at the same time understood the need to keep things on the down-low... and one day, it struck him that there was one group who consistently hunted the creatures down: the Commission of Counter Ghoul. And since the ghouls hunted by this organisation were already on the kill list, it wasn't as though they'd miss any of their blood... naturally, it was Tarō who pointed out that he'd be detected as a ghoul the moment he walked through an Rc scan gate, making his dream nearly impossible to achieve.
So too was it his father who further developed his kakuja into a form of active camouflage. So was it that Tarō acquired and translated to code a sample of his son's Rc cells, only to head out with a final farewell and the suggestion that if he didn't return, Kyūketsuki should approach the Commission and get himself that job as a Ghoul Investigator. Three days after that, his wife and son accepted that he had passed away, and with what Kyūketsuki imagined might be his own final goodbye to Jane, he headed to the nearest Ghoul Investigator Training Academy at the age of 19, only to find that somehow, he was able to pass through the scan gates as if he were human rather than ghoul.
Joining the academy, under the alias of Bisuto Ketsu, was the easy task. Making sure he didn't out himself as a ghoul was surprisingly harder, even with his years of practice to draw upon - not least because he had to consume "normal food" in the presence of his peers, only to vomit it up later on - though he did manage to place himself at the top of the class physically, if not mentally. Happening across a high-ranking Special Class Investigator midway through his first year, then, was sheer dumb luck, and it was with this individual that he made a deal:
'I have my ways of knowing that the Ghoul called Wrecker has been slain by CCG within the past year. He made my childhood quite difficult, and if I can't pay him back, then if possible I'd like the next best thing: his quinque.' All technically true, if one took the words in a certain light. 'You seem like the right person to ask about acquiring it, and there's a lot I can do for you if you'd be willing to get it for me.'
'...I'll give you this much: you're very bold. You're lucky I know who you're talking about, and that he had a quinque made out of his kakuhou... not a weak one, either, but I'm sure you know that too, however you got the information.' Suspicion was clear, but also intrigue. 'Sure, I'll get that quinque, but I'm not interested in what you can give to me. I want to see what you can offer the world. Graduate as one of the top five students in your year, and I'll hand it over. Else, I'll break it in front of your face.'
'...make that the top ten-'
'No no no. You want to make a specific request of me, then I get to make a specific request of you in exchange. Take it or leave it, Bisuto.'
'...fine. It's a deal.'
Suffice to say, this was more than enough motivation for Ketsu. His academy years passed in a blur of social interaction, feverish studying, consuming food only to throw it back up later, and the occasional murder of somebody outside the academy who wouldn't be missed; whilst his physical superiority over every other classmate was assured from the start - though only just enough to maximise his grades in this regard, based on the percentage of his true strength, speed, and precision he ultimately offered up - it took an extraordinary amount of effort to further ensure that his coursework and theory was up to scratch too. His final grades ultimately put him in fourth place, granting him a reputation among the staff as an overall powerhouse of a young man: very strong, yet smart and dedicated too, with much knowledge of Ghoul Countermeasures Law and few notable flaws. The thought he often mused upon after being told this was "If only they knew how much of a powerhouse I am."
He expected to be transferred to the CCG Main Office, where in between his usual missions, he would ask to talk to the Special Class Investigator who he'd made his deal with. Much to his surprise, he was instead transferred directly to the CCG 8th Ward's Branch Office, under the command of that samesaid investigator - apparently, somebody had been keeping an eye on him, and the man running Ward 8's daily operations was very impressed that Ketsu had actually pulled off his end of their bet, though Ketsu remained unaware of the man's actual position. With minimal pomp, Wrecker's quinque was handed over to the man who was secretly his son, and in the few weeks since then, Ketsu has shown little sign of slowing his roll. Not to mention, he now seems to have all the food at his disposal that he could ever want - albeit with the caveat that feeding himself covertly is sometimes a touch more difficult than expected.
Skills:
Combat training with both a bikaku kagune and various types of quinque
Incredible precision both on and off the battlefield
Compartmentalisation of mental states, specifically the divide between human and ghoul personas
Stealth hunter tactics, his preferred form of attack as both a dove and a ghoul
Exceptionally potent physical abilities... compared to humans
An overall nice guy... or so you'd think
Equipment:
Wrecker, a koukaku-type kakuja quinque, described above.
Hello, I am me from the internet. I migrated here from Kongregate's Forum Games Forum, so feel free to look for me there if you wish to follow a career in internet stalking people. (ಠ_ಠ) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
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“I really don’t follow how your faith believes its perfectly acceptable to doom 4,000 years plus of sentient beings, on a pre-set path of no escape from sin, just so their descendants can be offered the ‘chance of salvation’ when the god murders its own son.”
~vikaTae
“Don’t be an ass or a pussy, ’lest you get screwed by life. Being a mouth or a hand is somewhat safer, and an eye socket is pretty much sacred in this regard, so always keep a look out.”
~BCLEGENDS
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Hello, I am me from the internet. I migrated here from Kongregate's Forum Games Forum, so feel free to look for me there if you wish to follow a career in internet stalking people. (ಠ_ಠ) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)<br><br><a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/173815-static-tabs-do-not-take-up-internet-bctheentitys-character-links/ooc">A link to some of my past characters, which I need because static tabs do not take up internet.</a><br><br><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-u">Infamous Quotes From People Who Exist</span></div><br>“I really don’t follow how your faith believes its perfectly acceptable to doom 4,000 years plus of sentient beings, on a pre-set path of no escape from sin, just so their descendants can be offered the ‘chance of salvation’ when the god murders its own son.”<br>~vikaTae<br><br>“Don’t be an ass or a pussy, ’lest you get screwed by life. Being a mouth or a hand is somewhat safer, and an eye socket is pretty much sacred in this regard, so always keep a look out.”<br>~BCLEGENDS</div>
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