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Takumi Minamoto - Not That Kind of Morning
3rd Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor

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"KHHF-" Takumi restrained the sudden urge to spit take, and swallowed down the water and air caught in his mouth. "Wait... What." he sputtered, as if his surprise needed any additional establishment. His earnest heart had been expecting a cute, shoujo-esque blushu-blushu kiss-kiss-fall-in-love kind of thing, not something as dour as early morning grave visitations. Jeez, and Asoka said he was the one who was killing the mood this morning? Unfortunately, that's just how these things go; at least he could roll with the punches. "Shit. Sorry about that, man," Takumi stated, though more for the common courtesy than for actually expressing any legitimate regret over the loss. It wasn't like he knew the dead person at all, and he usually shied away from sentiments like that. Bad for morale - case and point. "I'll... just go grab that shirt..." He stood from his seat, did a little 'I'll be back' gesture of his hand, and headed for 'his' room to pick up the promised black shirt.

His quick return to the central living space was heralded by the aforementioned shirt flying at the back of Itsuki's head. This roughly coincided with the final few statements from Itsuki, begging to be allowed this one chance at mourning his loss. Awkwardly, Takumi rubbed his forearm and cleared his throat. "I think you ought to just let the poor guy go," he agreed, trying to improve Itsuki's argumentative footing. As much as the idea of visiting a graveyard - and suggesting that someone else do so - contended with his worldview, watching his brother stew in eternal lamentation was no good either. "...Mental health's important," he added as vague and also rather flimsy justification considering Hana had already brought that issue up. It was clear that he wasn't entirely sold on the idea of sending Itsuki off, and was probably just doing this out of pity. "I'm sure he can hide from the CCG for an hour or two." He swiped his cup from the table and gave it a few contemplative swishes. "Could always use the buddy system to keep safe, like nii-san said." He took a sip. "Umm... Yeah. I guess."

Takumi shrugged and craned his neck side to side, getting out the kinks with audible pops. "We should see about getting info on that kid first, whether nii-san goes or not," he thumbed at the clock, "Time's a wastin'"

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Takumi Minamoto - Call to Action
3rd Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor

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"Pfft. Like morning push-ups are going to help," Takumi waved that suggestion away with a gesture of his hand, "No... The only morning ritual going on here is the one I use to absorb everyone's energy and good cheer in the morning!" He made sure to tilt his head to the side like a cute anime girl, and to enunciate his words with the utmost brightness. He took a sip from his drink before setting it down to listen attentively to the rest of his answers to his inquiry. Once most of the concerned parties had spoken, the young man began idly swished the remaining water in his cup, apparently pondering his siblings' answers to his question if that look on his face was anything to go by. At least Hana could see that he'd taken that 'relax' bit to heart; so far his reaction was as benign as could be expected.

'On the bright side, nobody can say I didn't try,' the half-ghoul quickly downed the last bit of liquid in his cup before standing to get a refill. He supposed that it was only natural for most of the answers to be in the negative; Everyone else seemed to have civilian lives to return to, so it's not as if they could suddenly take on a great responsibility like this without a major upheaval in their daily lives. 'Yikes,' he thought, a realization coming to him for the nth time, 'What have I been doing all these years?' If the Old Man was alive, he'd probably be kinda pissed. But thatt was fitting, in a way; he'd always had a knack for somehow managing to disappoint people when it counted the most, ha. He hummed a jaunty tune he'd heard on the radio as he filled his cup back up. Turning back to his compatriots, he spoke up. "Well, I guess you guys gotta do what you gotta do," his voice carrying just enough awkward airiness and genuine sincerity to make it seem, well, genuinely awkward, "S'not like I can fault you for it."

Granted he hadn't committed to contributing to the upbringing of these kids either, so that was as much a statement of mutual understanding as it was an absolution of any guilt. That isn't to say it hadn't crossed his mind but, like most things, Takumi would cross that bridge only if he had to. While he didn't like how Hana was taking on all the responsibility, he knew there wasn't a whole lot he could do to help. Fortunately it seemed she had everything covered to a satisfactory degree, so he could tuck that decision into the recesses of his mind. With that in mind - or rather, not in mind - he returned to his seat just in time to register the first item on Hana's agenda.

"I wouldn't be surprised if he's dead," the ex-CCG commented, taking an unconcerned quaff. From what he could infer, this 'Tooru' was one of the kids, which really didn't help his chances in Takumi's mind. Children are known neither for possessing information of great value or powerful kagune to farm for briefcases. Best case scenario was that this kid knew how to bluff, or that the agents with ownership rights feel uncomfortable with the situation and are currently trying to delay it. "I'll help how I can, but I'm not hurting any investigators," he was very adamant about that; although maybe not for the reason that he himself thought.

He perked up quite a bit when Itsuki mentioned visiting a friend of his. "S'it some kinda lady caller?" Takumi asked innocently, setting down his drink and looking to Itsuki with surprised wide eyes. Itsuki himself said that he hadn't been much of a people person, so this friend was obviously someone who'd torn down his walls. And combined with that 'tall, dank and mysterious' aesthetic that he seemed so fond of...

Yes, this was obviously the correct conclusion.

Takumi was now invested in this situation, but whether this was a good or bad thing was up for debate. "Oh, I've got some spare clothes handy," he piped up. Considering that Itsuki was only about two centimeters taller than he was, what fit him should, in theory, fit the other. "I'm not sure black's your color though."

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Try a rain dance.

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I will post a thing today.

Katekyo Hitman Reborn!: Rekindled Flame

Kannopening
Save for the sound of their jets, the 1st Mosca were silent as their programming began going through the motions of identifying the target that had appeared atop the trees. From the moment that the robots had caught sight of Sachiko's face, they stopped moving and had started the process of cross-referencing the facial scan with their database of known mafiosi. Once they had ascertained the identity of the mystery flame user - Sachiko Kanno, a remnant from a famiglia that had been marked for death - they resumed moving, but instead of continuing their flight path, they had altered it. The target was armed, aware of their presence, and had a history of hostility. The job of a Scout Mosca was simply their job to acquire as much information as possible, no matter the cost. Disposable robots were good for that sort of thing.

A short distance away from Sachiko, the first Mosca stopped. The sudden pause in action was very conspicuous. However, once whatever it had been doing had come and passed, the Mosca lifted its arms, and from its fingertips, fired at Sachiko. With the thruster speed it had displayed, perhaps more damage could be inflicted by ramming into the tree and forcing the assassin to fall. However, programming had determined that this was the best offensive course of action for whatever reason.

A Romantic Moonlit Walk Chaperoned by a Baby
Meanwhile, the 2nd Mosca abandoned its comrade in favor of discerning the nature of the two individuals it had sighted nearby. Normally, such a contingency would be unnecessary and the presences be written off as simply civilians. However, the path of the two individuals was drawing closer and closer to Sachiko - almost to a suspicious extent, especially considering that at that point in time, the first Mosca had yet not engaged Sachiko.

It suddenly landed in front of the two youngsters in a pose commonly known as "the superhero landing". Slowly and imposingly, it stood and regarded the two - or rather three, upon closer examination. While it wasted little time pondering Yoshi and Rei, it appeared to be staring at Fon. Unfortunately it was an expressionless machine, so the underlying intent behind this action remained unknown. (Half-way across the world, Vongola technicians were going utterly ballistic)

Throughout this all, the baby remained silent, meeting the machine's steely gaze with his own. A few moments in stillness later, and Fon saw fit to produce a container of some sort, which dispersed a very small, cyan-colored sphere that closely resembled a radioactive jawbreaker. He tapped Yoshi's head and gestured for him to hold on to it, before whispering the requisite instructions into his ear. Mere moments after he had spoken, a sound resembling rapidly detonating firecrackers could be heard echoing through the air. The Arcobaleno regarded this like he would a particularly pretty wall. "If you two appear to be in dire straits, I will intervene," Fon said, hopping down from Yoshiaki, "But for now, I leave the rest to you two. Defeat it however you see fit." With that phrase, Fon appeared to have initiated hostilities between the two teens and itself. Now no longer still and statuesque, the bug-headed machine seemed to tip forward like it was about to fall...

...Before it activated its thrusters and flew at Yoshi and Rei, arms raised like some kind of man of steel.

Rules of Nature
As he followed, Hisaki had learned some other stuff. Upon closer examination of the sounds it was making as it trudged across harder ground - and at one point fell over - it sounded distinctly hollow. But that wasn't the most obvious thing. No, that title went to the small but obvious resulting dent in the front of its chassis. Likewise, he could tell that this was not an advantageous place. With jutting stone formations, uneven ground, and trees as far as the eye could see, it was having a difficult time navigating. Well, more so than it had before; if it was a snail's pace before, it wouldn't be wrong to compare its current speed to the same snail, except this time trying to make progress against a treadmill. They were definitely close to camp though. Hisaki could see light from a fire and... were those silhouettes of tents? When the hell did those get there? If he shouted someone could probably hear it. Of course, that would mean exposing himself. There was probably a better way of going about that.

Especially since the voyeuristic machine decided just to cut its losses and spectate from here. It wasn't even paying attention to its surroundings at this point. Just... watching. Hopefully nobody was up to lewd things at camp.

It's a Hard Knock Life
The final Mosca was facing its toughest enemy yet: an unexpectedly large swath of mud. It was struggling to navigate the warped terrain due to its clumsy movements and weight. If a robot had feelings, it would probably feel self-conscious. Everyone else was working hard and here it was, struggling against nature itself like some kind of loser. Unfortunately, automatic self-destruction was not within its capabilities, so it just had to keep trying hard to get out of this sticky situation.

Do your best, Mosca-tan ;~;7

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Where are teh posts?!

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Takumi Minamoto - House of the Rising Sun
3rd Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor

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Time slowed down as the flaccid appendage soared through the air like a majestic eagle. With mouth agape, Takumi watched as it crested its arc and began its quick descent into the face of a poor, traumatized - well, more traumatized than he was before, at least - youngster, impacting his forehead with a loud, wet smack. The cramped entry space of the hotel-turned-clinic-turned-hotel-again soon became filled by the cacophonous sound of screaming child and blood and bodily scraps flying everywhere. Takumi plugged his sensitive ears and simply looked on with mildly entertained interest as he waited for all the noise to finally die down. Of course, he'd also be caught in the crossfire considering his close proximity, but a little bit of blood never killed anyone. Besides, if he didn't want to stain the sheets, he could just change back into his old clothes.

And if there was anything here that might kill someone, it was Itsuki. Sure, he wasn't the sunniest guy before, but these past eight years did little for Itsuki's good humor. Honestly, Takumi wouldn't even be that surprised if the white-haired kid shat himself, what with the bestial gait and the savage consumption of the human body. At this point, the commotion seemed to have died down, so the half-ghoul dropped his arms and released his ears. Which was fortunate, because that meant he was able to hear the gem about the topical sacrifice that life in the 24th Ward mandated. Takumi pursed his lips and looked off to the side, a bit second-handly embarrassed as it were. 'Bad call, Itsu-nii. There are some memories that are best kept to oneself,' he thought, looking at the wallpaper like it was some kind of modern art. "Promise I won't," Takumi nodded, earnestly unwilling to subject his elder brother to such humiliation. He gave a little wave to Itsuki as he retreated into a vacant room like some kind of creature of the night.

He stood in place for a few moments and processed the surprising stream of events that had happened so far. Then he boxed those thoughts up and filed them away in the depths of his mind before helping the white-haired kid and Hana clean up. There was no good in idle hands, after all, and having "child labor" do work for him was just something he couldn't abide by. Blood was a bit hard to get out of this kind of flooring, so it was a bit of an uphill struggle in that respect. A little bit of the ways in, the kid left to go to sleep. It was as he was diligently cleaning the carpet, that he was posed a certain question by Hana. He was sure she was teasing him, but he wasn't all to good with reading into these sorts of things. T'was a good thing he wasn't directly facing her, then.

"..............................................................................................................................I...have my own....Um...Thanksfortheofferthough."

Takumi pursed his lips and began scrubbing more vigorously. This was going to be a clean place by the time he was done, goddammit. With that said, did it come as any surprise that he didn't manage to finish?

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Next Morning

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Now, to say Takumi Minamoto was a morning person would be an understatement. Ever since he was a child, he had been waking up bright and early with fastidous dedication and an unhealthily high amount of energy; today was no different. Of course, he didn't go around waking everyone up like some kind of asshole; he just went out for a nice little walk. His return was heralded by the sound of the elevator rising and opening. "Oh, you're awake now," he commented before switching to a more chipper tone, "Hope everyone's having a good morning so fa~a~ar..." The pitch of the last word changed as he slowly stepped over Rin, doing his best not to disturb her. He slipped off his battered shoes and set them to the side before approaching the dining area where the other adults had gathered.

Instead of the absolutely delicious smelling coffee, Takumi opted for a simple cup of water. Why he only drank coffee on special occasions was a mystery? Maybe there was some kind of defect in the experiment that ghoulified him, or maybe he was just a masochist. Who knew? Who cared? Exactly. He took a seat across from Asoka and Itsuki. True to his promise, he hadn't at all remarked on the dick eating fiasco even as it came up in conversation; all he did was drink. "...So, uhh, with that bombshell dropped..." Takumi began, "...What're we doing with the kiddies?"