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Takumi Miyamoto - Overgrow
Third Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor
Takumi’s eyes locked on his opponent, ensuring that even the slightest of her movements could not escape his vigilant gaze. Naturally, the fact that she had suddenly been sent reeling by the sixfold set of blades lodged into her back did not escape him either. Still, the surprisingly hurt - almost regretfully so - nature of her reaction captivated him for a few scant seconds. A look crossed his face, looking not too dissimilar to the confusion painted by his enemy's expression, before being erased by a mental shake of the head. Inwardly, he chided himself for failing to seize the opportunity and growing so dreadfully soft these days. He was all too aware of the impact that mere moments could have on the tide of battle. He quickly glanced to the knife thrower himself.
The look on Hana’s face and the preparatory sounds of her kagune gave Takumi an inkling as to what would come next. He quickly let go of the girl, and crossed his now-free arms protectively over his exposed body parts - the face and upper torso - as he dug a heel into the carpet - all to brace himself for the coming attack.
“...Kuh...!”
He’d been expecting something big, but perhaps not quite as explosive as that. Of course, he was larger than the target, and inaccuracy was an unavoidable consequence of initiating such a high-yield offense, so he couldn’t fault Hana for the flechettes cutting into his arms, and leaving shallow incisions along the outline of his body. Fortunately, his opponent took the brunt of the blow for him.
Takumi let out a long, hiss-like exhalation before straightening back out, ready for another round. In that moment, it was as if he had exhaled pain rather than breath. And with crimson spatter across his face and arms dripping in sanguine, he was looking more and more like an implacable monster.
The irony was not lost on him.
‘Damn it,’ the half-ghoul thought, pulling shrapnel from his arms during the unspoken ceasefire between himself and the girl. He bore an expression of visible discomfort - not from pain, but from the increasing awareness of his own stomach churning. He took another breath to center himself. This pause wasn’t doing him much good; all these feelings and thoughts were throwing him off. Right now, the only things he needed to concern himself with were his opponent and the people he had to defend. Everything else could come later.
But first, there was something he had to do.
“Hey, Ukaku Girl,” Takumi called out to the wounded ghoul, “It’s fine if you wanna call it quits. I’m not particularly in the mood for murder tonight.” It was true enough, even if they had, based on any rational assessment, clearly already gone beyond the point of no return. There wasn’t even an inkling as to what the terms of such a surrender were; to everyone else it would seem like he was talking out of his ass - or maybe that he was just naive enough to not account for anyone else’s less scrupulous ideas.
But Article 13, subsection two of the Ghoul Countermeasures Law stated that an investigator wasn’t to cause a ghoul any more harm than necessary, and although he wasn’t operating in any official CCG capacity, not offering would’ve left a bad taste in the young man’s mouth.
“Alright.” The resulting sound of bone crunching into place, and the first glimpses of the crimson crystalline exoskeleton were the silent answer he needed, but wasn’t necessarily looking for. ‘Kakuja? Suits me just fine,’ he thought cockily. The more ghoulish an enemy became, the more well-suited to fighting them he’d be. At least in theory.
“In-ter-es-ting,” Takumi half hummed, “And I thought the Tengu would be the only bird of prey here.” While Miyako was busy showboating her new form, the half-ghoul began assessing her kakuja for weaknesses. If he could land a good strike on her core vitals before the ribcage fully extended, he’d be golden. With the armor up, she’d be faster and tougher than before. He’d have to adjust his timing to compensate for the speed deficiency. Subtly, he took a slight step forward and-
“Bang.”
-was promptly assailed by the pain of a thousand needles. ’Shit, kagune trap,’ he cursed, huffing and staring down at his punctured body.
...In the back of his head, he could hear her voice scolding him, telling him that he was doing it wrong.
Fortunately, the nature of their positioning during Hana’s attack ensured that the RC cell spread was kept away from his core vitals and his brain. Instead, the brunt of the crystalline needles dug into his obliques, posterior forearms, and thighs. Perhaps not as directly crippling as his opponent had hoped, but sufficient to disrupt his mobility.
It was a shame; he’d really have preferred freedom of movement right now.
“Grrh…” Takumi threw his torso to the side inelegantly, causing spikes in one side to dig deeper and spikes on the other to be shorn short. But even if it hadn’t hit his head, it had still brought him to the floor. He brought a hand to his side, where once circular pinpoints were now torn flaps of flesh, slowly regenerating. “Neat... trick...” With every pause and breath, he grabbed a fistful of spikes and snapped them into stubs, allowing for freer movement. He still had the spikes embedded into him, but he could deal with pain easier than a mobility handicap.
That decision certainly came in handy when he rolled out of the way of the talon aimed to crush his face.
He caught the kakuja ghoul turning her attention to the children, and for the first time in this fight, he begun to fear. In a fraction of a second, he replayed the battle in his mind’s eye, and in doing so, he began to realize how he’d been brought so low by such a diminished opponent: he’d grown complacent. Although he was of superior condition, he had underestimated the strength of a cornered rat. And now the kids would pay.
Although it might have been too late, he refused to allow others, let alone the children, to suffer in his stead
Takumi steeled his expression, and in these tumultuous seconds, found himself turning to comforting familiarity. He was unobtrusive in getting to his feet. His left eye went dark and a metallic slithering sound emanated from his shoulders. ‘The target is ~SS-rate “Crazy Ukaku Bitch”. ‘ With her attention focused on the kids, her relatively unarmored back was laid bare to him. He broke out into the fastest sprint he could muster in his condition. The metal tentacle became a polearm in his hands, and his mouth uttered two words that would chill the blood of any ghoul:
”Begin extermination.”
From behind the charging she-ghoul came Takumi, aiming to levy a powerful koukaku slash across her exposed back before she could reach the kids, followed by a quick thrust to the heart. No, that was wrong. He would hesitate - but from which kind of weakness, he couldn’t tell - and the trajectory of his thrust would be altered to strike towards the right lung instead.
Third Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor
Takumi’s eyes locked on his opponent, ensuring that even the slightest of her movements could not escape his vigilant gaze. Naturally, the fact that she had suddenly been sent reeling by the sixfold set of blades lodged into her back did not escape him either. Still, the surprisingly hurt - almost regretfully so - nature of her reaction captivated him for a few scant seconds. A look crossed his face, looking not too dissimilar to the confusion painted by his enemy's expression, before being erased by a mental shake of the head. Inwardly, he chided himself for failing to seize the opportunity and growing so dreadfully soft these days. He was all too aware of the impact that mere moments could have on the tide of battle. He quickly glanced to the knife thrower himself.
The look on Hana’s face and the preparatory sounds of her kagune gave Takumi an inkling as to what would come next. He quickly let go of the girl, and crossed his now-free arms protectively over his exposed body parts - the face and upper torso - as he dug a heel into the carpet - all to brace himself for the coming attack.
“...Kuh...!”
He’d been expecting something big, but perhaps not quite as explosive as that. Of course, he was larger than the target, and inaccuracy was an unavoidable consequence of initiating such a high-yield offense, so he couldn’t fault Hana for the flechettes cutting into his arms, and leaving shallow incisions along the outline of his body. Fortunately, his opponent took the brunt of the blow for him.
Takumi let out a long, hiss-like exhalation before straightening back out, ready for another round. In that moment, it was as if he had exhaled pain rather than breath. And with crimson spatter across his face and arms dripping in sanguine, he was looking more and more like an implacable monster.
The irony was not lost on him.
‘Damn it,’ the half-ghoul thought, pulling shrapnel from his arms during the unspoken ceasefire between himself and the girl. He bore an expression of visible discomfort - not from pain, but from the increasing awareness of his own stomach churning. He took another breath to center himself. This pause wasn’t doing him much good; all these feelings and thoughts were throwing him off. Right now, the only things he needed to concern himself with were his opponent and the people he had to defend. Everything else could come later.
But first, there was something he had to do.
“Hey, Ukaku Girl,” Takumi called out to the wounded ghoul, “It’s fine if you wanna call it quits. I’m not particularly in the mood for murder tonight.” It was true enough, even if they had, based on any rational assessment, clearly already gone beyond the point of no return. There wasn’t even an inkling as to what the terms of such a surrender were; to everyone else it would seem like he was talking out of his ass - or maybe that he was just naive enough to not account for anyone else’s less scrupulous ideas.
But Article 13, subsection two of the Ghoul Countermeasures Law stated that an investigator wasn’t to cause a ghoul any more harm than necessary, and although he wasn’t operating in any official CCG capacity, not offering would’ve left a bad taste in the young man’s mouth.
“Alright.” The resulting sound of bone crunching into place, and the first glimpses of the crimson crystalline exoskeleton were the silent answer he needed, but wasn’t necessarily looking for. ‘Kakuja? Suits me just fine,’ he thought cockily. The more ghoulish an enemy became, the more well-suited to fighting them he’d be. At least in theory.
“In-ter-es-ting,” Takumi half hummed, “And I thought the Tengu would be the only bird of prey here.” While Miyako was busy showboating her new form, the half-ghoul began assessing her kakuja for weaknesses. If he could land a good strike on her core vitals before the ribcage fully extended, he’d be golden. With the armor up, she’d be faster and tougher than before. He’d have to adjust his timing to compensate for the speed deficiency. Subtly, he took a slight step forward and-
“Bang.”
-was promptly assailed by the pain of a thousand needles. ’Shit, kagune trap,’ he cursed, huffing and staring down at his punctured body.
...In the back of his head, he could hear her voice scolding him, telling him that he was doing it wrong.
Fortunately, the nature of their positioning during Hana’s attack ensured that the RC cell spread was kept away from his core vitals and his brain. Instead, the brunt of the crystalline needles dug into his obliques, posterior forearms, and thighs. Perhaps not as directly crippling as his opponent had hoped, but sufficient to disrupt his mobility.
It was a shame; he’d really have preferred freedom of movement right now.
“Grrh…” Takumi threw his torso to the side inelegantly, causing spikes in one side to dig deeper and spikes on the other to be shorn short. But even if it hadn’t hit his head, it had still brought him to the floor. He brought a hand to his side, where once circular pinpoints were now torn flaps of flesh, slowly regenerating. “Neat... trick...” With every pause and breath, he grabbed a fistful of spikes and snapped them into stubs, allowing for freer movement. He still had the spikes embedded into him, but he could deal with pain easier than a mobility handicap.
That decision certainly came in handy when he rolled out of the way of the talon aimed to crush his face.
He caught the kakuja ghoul turning her attention to the children, and for the first time in this fight, he begun to fear. In a fraction of a second, he replayed the battle in his mind’s eye, and in doing so, he began to realize how he’d been brought so low by such a diminished opponent: he’d grown complacent. Although he was of superior condition, he had underestimated the strength of a cornered rat. And now the kids would pay.
Although it might have been too late, he refused to allow others, let alone the children, to suffer in his stead
Takumi steeled his expression, and in these tumultuous seconds, found himself turning to comforting familiarity. He was unobtrusive in getting to his feet. His left eye went dark and a metallic slithering sound emanated from his shoulders. ‘The target is ~SS-rate “Crazy Ukaku Bitch”. ‘ With her attention focused on the kids, her relatively unarmored back was laid bare to him. He broke out into the fastest sprint he could muster in his condition. The metal tentacle became a polearm in his hands, and his mouth uttered two words that would chill the blood of any ghoul:
”Begin extermination.”
From behind the charging she-ghoul came Takumi, aiming to levy a powerful koukaku slash across her exposed back before she could reach the kids, followed by a quick thrust to the heart. No, that was wrong. He would hesitate - but from which kind of weakness, he couldn’t tell - and the trajectory of his thrust would be altered to strike towards the right lung instead.
If you want I can still make a short thing where Sasaki has to explain to Kotori that she could pretty easily kill everyone
O.o
This would be comical to see. And Koto would be horrified with herself.
She would go out of her way to avoid killing at all, at that point. XD
With Great Responsibility: A Short, Non-Canon, Not-at-All-In-Character Omake
"You're all dismissed."
With the end of the hour came the end of Kotori's masterclass on responsible ability use. One by one the students filed out of the room, looking more shell-shocked than a stereotypical Vietnam veteran (save for Mika, who instead bore an expression of uncomfortable familiarity). She nodded to herself, knowing that that was the kind of reaction she was aiming for. Ability abuse was a dangerous thing, after all.
Once they had all left, Kotori puffed her chest out proudly and reclined at her desk, knowing that she had done good today by teaching these unruly university students some civility. It was actually almost nostalgic, talking about all the dangers that irresponsible espers and mages posed to the world. It reminded her of a fond memory. Of a friend who cared enough to ensure she did not walk down a dark path
And with his 67th and final apocalyptic scenario concluded, Sasaki Kirima slammed his hands down on the desk in front of him, blue eyes staring holes into the timid, newly-christened Level 10 telekinetic. "That's right Namashiya Kotori," he stated firmly and with zero relent, leaning uncomfortably close to the young lady, "Everyone dead. And it's all your fault."
The Songbird was seeing songbirds. All these nightmarish scenarios were making her head spin, and not in the sexy, kiss-me-now-senpai kind of way. "B-But all I said was- What abou-"
"Everyone."
She sighed fondly. Good times.
Day 24 - Cover Song
Yeah I did Drake earlier so this violates my "one artist one day" policy, but it's a cover so it doesn't count.
Anyway, I like Arctic Monkeys' music a lot but I chose to use them for today because, of all the cover's I've listened to, their cover to Drake's Hold On, We're Going Home is one of the few that manages to retain the essence of what I liked in the original song while simultaneously putting their own unique touch to it - or maybe it's just because Alex Turner's vocal style is that distinct.
I am getting swamped with schoolwork, but I've something in mind for my next post. SHOULD be up sometime soon. Probably. I've got a general outline, all I've left to do is make it look all purty-like
*Doesn't play Overwatch because they are a console peasant and you need PS+ for Playstation ;-;*
I too main minimum wage and crippling single-player restrictions
Alright then I'll see about writing a Mika post sometime wtihin the next few days since I gotta get caught up on two other RPs too. AAAAAAAAetc
Day 22 - The Theme Song to a TV Show About Your Life
She said at night in my dreams
You dance on a tightrope of weird
Oh but when I wake up
You're so normal that you just disappear
You dance on a tightrope of weird
Oh but when I wake up
You're so normal that you just disappear
Thinking about it, a show about my life would be really boring and would probably get canceled real quick. That's brutal; I won't even get royalties in my own fantasy scenario.
...Actually, I wonder what genre my life would be. I hope it's like a light-hearted superhero show and I eventually get protagonist powers to save the world and my hypothetical show's profit margins. (Though considering the song, maybe I'm more suited to being a supervillain?)
I mean like how much time has passed between the two periods of intro and free roam, not if it's freeroam right now
EDIT: Wait no I'm dumb if class starts at 8:00 and it's lunch that means I've a few hours
EDIT: Wait no I'm dumb if class starts at 8:00 and it's lunch that means I've a few hours
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