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Tokyo Ghoul ∑ [Reboot]

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Tokyo Ghoul ∑ [Reboot]

Should I wait?

Katekyo Hitman Reborn!: Rekindled Flame

On one hand he would go find a wild beast and secure dinner, and forget about the bot because he's only got a knife that he's borrowing, but on the other hand that bot is on it's way to the main camp based on direction, and it might be in his interest to stop it...

We got anymore on the bot?

@Sho Minazuki

It looks like a bulky humanoid with a fly-ish face.
You can see its head turning back and forth like a surveillance camera.
By the speed of its movement, it's either having trouble with the terrain, or very heavy. Maybe both.
By the way it walks straight through obstructions, you can guess that the head and chest areas are pretty sturdy as a result of the thickness in those areas. The thin areas are the parts connecting the extremities to the torso.
It walks around the trees and jumps over taller obstructions. It takes a long time to jump.
Doesn't seem to have any weapons on it, but it has weird looking fingers.
By the footprints, you can tell that its feet have hollow, circular bottoms around where the heels are. They appear to be hot, if the slightly scorched ground is anything to go by.
As far as size goes, it's about 230cm.
Also, it appears to react to sudden movements and sounds coming from nearby, and will stare in the direction of source for a few moments before continuing on.
You don't know if it's seen you.
...There's a non-zero chance it knows you're there. It hasn't taken any aggressive action if it has, though.

Dear Anonymous. . . [Relaunch]

Ava Johnson - Hello. It's Me.
Day One (Sept 4, 2015) | Grade 11 Biology Classroom

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"That's not what a dog would say..."

Ava's mouth was downturned as she stared in horror at what had become of her beloved creature. Instead of the entertaining dialogue she had been seeking, there was only this... this... this violation of the sacred, unspoken pact between man, woman, and beast. Deep in the depths of her maidenlike heart, she shed a single tear. Slowly, her gaze rose from the desecrated image of her hound and fell upon the form of her so-called "friend", Samuel Childers as he made his way out of the classroom, violating the rules like he had violated her art. She stared straight into the depths of his black-hearted, Trumpian soul with all the rage of a doujin protagonist who was getting NTR'd by the horde of gross old men defiling his qt3.14 waifu. She would remember this, and she would seek her vengeance!

...Probably not, actually. God, school was boring if she was being driven to dank thoughts such as those. Honestly, she didn't give two shits about the dog picture's failure in granter her respite from this droll scenario. Unfortunately, Sam's message was something that she would have to decline for now. Ava was a law-abiding citizen who would not stoop so low as to join these hooligans in their strange behaviors. Besides, what if she got in trouble? It would be like those educational videos she had watched said: first you skip class, and then you're taking a pipe in the crack for some crack in your pipe. That was not the life that Ava wanted, no siree. She was going to graduate, get a PhD in some Fine Arts course, make a bazillion dollars, and then off herself doing something radical instead of growing old in a nursing home. So she crumpled up the picture of badly drawn dog (rest in peace badly drawn dog, may god have mercy on your soul), walked up to the front, and dropped it into the paper recycling.

Then she waited. And waited. And waited. If she had to make a comparison, time was moving like a snail on a treadmill at max speed. That is to say, it wasn't. Because it was dead and slammed against the wall, guts oozing from the shattered remains of its shell as the life slowly and painfully disappears from its eyes. Did the snail have a loving wife? Beautiful children? Grandchildren? Nobody would know, for its death would simply be washed away by a disgruntled custodian who told administration that they need to invest in better doors because small creatures kept getting into the goddamn building.

And like that disgruntled custodian, Ava would quit. She got up, requested that she leave for womanly purposes, and met up with Samuel Childers and his "Wilson" friend, who hopefully was not secretly some kind of drug addicted junkie who gathered them to steal their money and stab them between the ribs. After all, he was the basketball guy right? Drugs weren't good for cardiovascular health, she was pretty sure. And more importantly, he was dating Ashley.

...Hmm...

"Hello," she greeted the two upon catching sight of them outside, "It's me. I am here. What is happening?" She looked at Wilson. "It is nice to meet you," she greeted, holding her hand out for a shake.

Katekyo Hitman Reborn!: Rekindled Flame

Alright, I've been absent way too long, but it's late af so I'mma stick to administrative stuff for today.

@ChronoBovino's not been seen for a month, so I'm gonna move that side along. Hope he's fine, but if worst comes to worst I have contingencies.

Glad to see you two are still here though. Things would be more inconvenient otherwise.

@Sho Minazuki You mentioned summin' about this earlier so: Bot or beast?

@Demon Shinobi Look at me. Look at me. I am the captain now.

Bot Reporting 2.0

roleplayerguild.com/topics/125556/ooc#..

Tokyo Ghoul ∑ [Reboot]

I've assignments I need prioritize but I'll see about getting something up around tomorrow or monday.

Tokyo Ghoul ∑ [Reboot]

Takumi Minamoto - Enter: Itsuki
3rd Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor

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Takumi was suddenly struck silent upon hearing such harsh words from Asoka. 'Degenerate, huh...?' the brown-haired youth thought, face struck with a rather grim expression. He rubbed his eye with his left hand. "Guh... I think I feel my heart breaking already. I might actually cry!" he joked, wiping a way a non-existent tear and flashing a grin to indicate to the others that he was just feigning his distress. He returned back to silence quickly afterwards, and remained that way for quite a bit of time as he stared at the gap between the seventh room's door and the tastelessly decorated floor. As true as the suggestion might have been, that didn't mean it was painless. "...That's a really troublesome mindset, heh..." he quietly remarked, speaking more to interrupt his prolonged silence than to make a true comment to anyone else. He exhaled and quickly turned back to the next center of everyone's attention: Rin departing and the poor fellow made into ghoul grub.

Well, first thing he'd have to do was deal with Rin. She had addressed him after all, and it'd be rather rude not to reply in a timely manner. "Mmm.... Maybe next time," Takumi answered as noncommittally as he could, "I've got all my stuff set up here and it's nighttime and the weather's not all that good and it's the third ward and... Um..." Ever since he was younger he'd had a hard time saying 'no' to people he was well acquainted with, and this situation was hardly any different. Although thinking about it, that wasn't exactly asking for a push on the swings or his share of the cookie jar. At any rate, his style of answering questions in the negative was still as equivocal and excuse-ridden as always. He rubbed the back of his headsheepishly, having now decided to stop making paper-thin excuses. After he'd silenced himself, Hana piped in with a concern about the unsavory individuals running amok. For someone as lawful as Takumi, the idea was a bit worrying. "What's the problem with just staying here anyway? It's probably a lot safer." he asked whilst simultaneously making a mental note of possibly having to address the issue personally.

Finally, the tone of the conversation turned to something more child-oriented, or at least as child-oriented serving a corpse with finesse could be. He didn't understand the need for theatricality; they were ghouls, so what was wrong with just eating the thing and being done with it? And although Hana had asked him to watch, he doubted that there was much he could learn from Hana's way of preparing choice cuts.

After all, if there was anything Takumi knew, it was how to cut apart a body.

...But he decided to watch anyway. It's not as if he had anything better to do, and his nee-chan might feel bad otherwise. He eyed the tiny knife that his elder sister ejected from her kagune. An unorthodox use of ukaku projectiles, but he knew that he really shouldn't be talking considering how bastardized his own kagune use was. Of course, such a display was only the introduction to the upcoming performance. She was fast, as ukaku ghouls tend to be, and very precise in her work. Unfortunately, there was a particularly annoying seed in the back of his mind wanted him to tell her that she was doing it wrong. 'Too inefficient. Too many wasted, shallow cuts. Too much preoccupation with cleanliness,' Takumi thought, measured breaths the only sound from his person. There was a mental pause as the children reacted with delight. '...It's not real. Just a show,' he reminded himself as he scratched at an inch on his elbow. "Nee-chan's really smart, isn't she?" he commented thoughtlessly. He couldn't analyze an autopsy with such precision, but he did know a few ways of... But that's not the sort of thing you think about in this kind of company.

Of course, now they were serving food, and that was not something Takumi was all that comfortable watching. As such, Takumi turned his attention to anything else. "...?" He heard the elevator moving up before it dinged on arrival. Then there was the smell, like flowers in the garden. 'RC cells, blood, Ghoul,' he turned his attention to the door. He reached for his back, stopped, and relaxed his arm. 'Wait, I know this one,' he thought, easy peering over the top of the shorter vanguard. He wasn't entirely surprised to see Itsuki here since Rin had told him he was still hanging around, so his reaction was a bit less wonderful than it was with the girls. Similarly, he regarded his brother's condition with blithe indifference; he was, after all, supposedly a man of many enemies. Takumi regarded his wounds: the small puncture wounds peppering his body suggested fast piercing attacks. Considering the nature of his kagune, Takumi was inclined to assume a ukaku attacker. Despite all the blood loss, he knew he needn't worry since there was a body ready for-

Takumi made a strange choked noise somewhere between horror and laughter as he recoiled backwards, eyes falling upon the "present" that Hana had prepared for him. He locked eyes with Itsuki, and communicated the unspoken message of: 'Good luck.'

Welcome to Arcadia

Cityscape RIP - Arcadia Wilderness, Mid Night

Night had fallen upon Arcadia, and with the setting of the sun, the atmosphere of the city had completely changed. It was a night life in the purest sense of the word. It was in these liminal hours that the heartbeat of the land could truly be felt. The congregate shine of glowing neon signs, streetlamp halos, and illuminated rooms cast the city in an artificial daylight; the time was distinguished only by the full moon above like an eye of god, staring down on the world below. Droves of people below walked the streets like flowing blood. Their destinations were unknown, each following a different sort of indeterminable desire. It was through the vein-like streets of the city that Kayla wandered, her magical beasts at her side. Peculiarly, such an odd sight was one nobody noticed. Or perhaps, did nobody care?

As this stranger in a familiar land traveled onward, the city streets made way for beaten pathways, the buildings made way for trees, and the only light shining was the moon above. Far behind her were the city lights glimmering off in the distance, looking all the world like the stars had descended to earth - beautiful, and yet at the same time, grotesque in its nature. The forest directly east of Arcadia was a far cry from this image of underlying abnormality, but it too was a peculiar place, loud, lively and enchanting in its own ways. It was here that Kayla found herself wandering. The lunatic moon cast the world in silver light, increasing the ethereal quality of this enchanted wood. However, the wilderness was not at peace. These woodlands were not a safe place, and this was something Kayla's wolves picked up on quickly.

But considering that fact, Kayla was assuredly very fortunate person to have had traveled this far into the wilds and remained unharmed. But still, there was something wrong: it was dead silent. There were no chirping insects, no rustling leaves or light breeze. There was only the eerie repetition of her footsteps upon the beaten trail and her increasing awareness of her own heartbeat. Soon, however, the sounds of nature began rushing back in. Just what was that peculiar experience? Before she could dwell on it for too long, her senses began picking up on things that she hadn't noticed before. The sounds of something quickly tearing through branches and leaves, the crackling of a glowing campfire off in the distance, and a voice crying out from the wilderness: "Hey! Hey you! Over there!" Considering the implicit nature of her surroundings, Kayla opted to explore the latter option.

Now as far as voices went, one could describe it as melodic, childlike, and definitely female. It was also rather easy to pinpoint by virtue of being rather loud, so Kayla followed a deer trail towards the source. "Yes! Closer... CLOSER...ASFERWJTRWFUDVRCFSHCDUSIFEFEFUEGW!!!!"

The cacophonous sound of the being's strange... cry..? was left hanging in the air as Kayla was left to look upon the speaker. It - or rather, she - was a creature reminiscent of a tree in the rough shape of a short - shorter than Kayla, at least - humanoid figure. Under the moonlight, she could note green skin on a fairly normal looking face and torso. However, that was where the truly human qualities ended. The being's arms and legs became more and more tree-like as one got closer to the extremities. Her trunk-like legs ended in what could most aptly be described as a child's attempt at drawing human feet by putting a circle with five lines around it. In comparison, her hands looked rather normal, even if the fingers were a bit clumpy and vine-like. Though unclothed, her "hair" - really a mass of vines, branches, and a flower or two - protected her implicit modesty - if that even meant anything for a creature that obviously wasn't human.

Oh, and she was also trying to make a scary face, which didn't look all that scary. @Arista

Tokyo Ghoul ∑ [Reboot]

@Savato Aight, I'll see about putting summin' up sooner or later