Pirouette

Tokyo Ghoul ∑ [Reboot]

Miyako

The Brink - 3rd Ward - Hana's Clinic

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Mi quietly sobbed without further protest as she watched the man lift his hammer. Blood continued to gush out from her open abdomen, pooling around Mi's broken form. Her Ukaku flowing like a dwindling fire. She closed her eyes, hiding her kakugan. This was it. Her Kakuja had finally put her in a position that was going to cost her life, just like she had always figured. Mi's only solace was one that she was hopefully getting a quick, painless death. She couldn't continue to bear the idea of her failure to David and with her death here, she felt responsibility for his demise. She needed to be there for the older American, but alas, it seemed fight decided to take another turn....

Miyako laid there waiting for any indication for her impending death but nothing came. She was so attuned to everything around her at the moment that her eyes opened when she heard the quiet breath of hesitation from her executioner's mouth. She focused on him and his hammer as he slowly withdrew it. Was he sparing her? It didn't make sense according to Mi's own sense of twisted morality. She had caused harm. So she thought that maybe she was being left to die slowly from her wounds. Tortured until her last breath by her constant reminder of failure. But then, again, she was surprised by an unprecedented act of charity that would ultimately save her life for the moment.

Miyako watched the man flay himself and drop his bit of flesh into Mi's agate mouth. Without hesitation she swallowed the chunk whole, tasting the decadent taste of the half human flesh. Feeling rushed back into Mi as smoke billowed out from her open wound and around her back from the various wounds she received earlier, indicating a sudden acceleration of healing. The man promised a return after giving a psuedo-order that Mi quickly identified with. Mi watched the man until he disappeared in the other room and was left alone with her thoughts.

Her thoughts quickly circulated around the idea of that guy. He.. saved her. He was going to save her, at a cost to himself, and the strangest part was it was for seemingly no reason. While her thoughts continued to ponder why her savior was returning, deep in her unconscious, she started connecting with her familiar notion of servitude. It was all subtle but Mi was slowly identifying her role under the command of her savior. “Just. Just try to stop thinking about dying. Or just. Try not to die in general, please?”
She wasn't going to die. The thought of mortality, in fact, hadn't crossed her mind since the order was given. Her body passively healed where it could to also prevent that, though that was probably due simply to natural survival instincts.

The man returned with a bundle tucked under his arms, Mi couldn't really identify it as he went over to seemingly nurse his ally. It appeared Mi was next and despite how difficult it was, she had to hold on, but if things remained, she would keep her life and have that man to thank.

But what Mi couldn't have predicted is that the whole reason for her finding this place was due to that Rinkaku Ghoul. It hadn't even crossed her mind that he would return but the moment she heard the elevator door creak open, she had a dreadful feeling that she knew who it was before even looking. She leaned her head back and confirmed her sense of dread as she saw a flurry of Rinkaku converge on her. Mi quietly yelped as she was grabbed and slammed into the wall, scales digging into her flesh and crushing what was left of her armor. Her mask fell of from the impact of the wall and the agony displayed her bare face, stained around the lips with her own blood, was plainly visible to all.

Mi gasped as a hand went around her throat while the sounds of her armor cracking echoed in the room. She hung their limp for a moment, realizing that she was likely to die again. However the thought was brief and interrupted by her current orders. “Just. Just try to stop thinking about dying. Or just. Try not to die in general, please?”

She wasn't going to die. She wasn't going to just accept it this either, which was a vast change considering moments before she had accepted her death. One of her legs was free enough to where she started kicking, fruitless albeit, at one of the tendrils while her she tried to slip her good arm out of a coiled tentacle. Her arm scraped across the scales, cutting itself down it's length until it was finally withdrawn. She started to punch Itsu's side but she was very weak at the moment and the man had likely not even felt it in his blinding rage.

Her ears kept attuned to everything else but she could feel her senses fading, blurring in and out as the continued abuse she was receiving was putting her closer and closer to death's door. A sudden crack in her chest alarmed her that the squeeze of the Rinkaku tentacles had just cracked her rib and with her insides already delicate, she gargled and spat out another spray of blood in a muted yell of anguish.

She could barely make out her savior's words, but heard enough to make out what he had said. She was.. like that girl.. The meaning was cryptic but somehow, Mi's cheeks warmed hearing hearing that, especially because the pressure around her body was relieved considerably. She gasped a fresh breath, coughing shortly after with each exertion of her lungs causing a spittle of blood to come out.

Released, she collapsed to the floor. She was in a bad state at the moment as she couldn't feel anything anymore. Her body felt heavy and tired and all she wanted to do was rest. She hadn't even realized that the female Ukaku had awoken and began poking around inside her abdomen. Her head bobbled as it drooped a bit as she closed her eyes, passing out briefly before suddenly jerking up again in shock. Whatever was going on, Mi had just barely been able to recognize that passing out here might just well be her passing on for good and she still had a command to follow.

Kosei Academy

@Jedly

Oh ya. Look at that.

Kosei Academy

Aaaahhh I just started watching this tonight! I had no idea what this was but I want in!

One Punch roleplay, anyone?

<Snipped quote by Pirouette>

Heya, is that interest? c:

@Entropsy

That would be an interest, yes.

One Punch roleplay, anyone?

@Entropsy

Hi there.

Tokyo Ghoul ∑ [Reboot]

Huh. That's a pretty secure clinic you got there. Hana likes her privacy, I guess. Taking all bets that the staff have tried to sneak into the restricted zones before.

Tokyo Ghoul ∑ [Reboot]

You know, the elevator only goes to the fourth floor with a key which only ghoul staff and helpers have. Everyone is missing that fact.

I let Miyako slide to not halt the rp in a meta sense, but one cant just strut to hanas penthouse just because. The actual staff has to let them in, otherwise she would have been discovered long ago.

@AtomicNut

I might have had Mi take the stairs though. She did inspect every floor.

Tokyo Ghoul ∑ [Reboot]

@Savato@Grey@Raijinslayer@AtomicNut

Tokyo Ghoul ∑ [Reboot]

Miyako

Finishing Touches - 3rd Ward - Hana's Clinic

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There was something to be said about the tenacity of that pajama wearing freak. To have sustained such injuries at this point, scalp herself, and still going was nothing short of remarkable but this was a detail that was completely missed by Mi at this point as Hana plunged her hand down into the Mi’s open wound. Mi wailed a pained cry as she felt the reckless butchering inside her abdomen that slowly was cutting upwards towards more vital regions.

It was honestly better that Mi, herself, had taken the backseat at this point to her other side as the amount of beastly adrenaline and psychosis had prevented Mi from passing out. Mi spattered blood from her mouth as Hana’s dagger found some sensitive organs. Feeling threatened, Mi used her now free hands to grab ahold of Hana by her bicep, talons sinking in as she tried to hold Hana’s arm in place in order to prevent it from sinking in further. Although weakened, Mi was still capable of holding Hana at bay, perhaps even to remove her arm from her stomach as well. However, there was that other one to contest with as his looming shadow was finally noticed by the struggling Mi, but a moment too late…

Takumi’s koukaku hammer was in mid-swing by the time Mi had realized what he was doing. At this point, her options were a bit limited with Hana’s arm elbow deep in Mi’s abdomen, so she let instinct take over. Hana’s resistance had slowed, even halted now as the pajama-wearing butcher had fainted. Mi still kept one hand around Hana’s bicep but felt safe enough to use the other to withdraw and protect her face.

Perhaps there were better plans for dealing with this, but the only one Mi had confidence in was the swiftness. Her arm could be in a better position to protect her head than her Ukaku, which would have taken considerably longer to swing around and harden before the hammer came down. Time, Mi probably didn’t have. So she positioned her forearm to protect her face and closed her eyes hoping for the best.
Full force of Takumi’s hammer came down on top of Mi’s armored forearm. It shattered her armor as it continued its swing down to Mi’s arm, which trapped between the hammer and Mi’s armored forehead, broke in a nauseating crunch as her ulna was crushed underneath the head of the hammer, ushering a pained grunt from Mi. Despite the damage, Mi’s head was protected as the remaining force from the hammer only managed to slightly crack the boney head plate around the eye socket. But she survived and now wasn’t too pleased.

Mi’s Ukaku hardened and she turned just enough to fire a point blank volley to Takumi as she delicately pulled Hana’s arm from her midsection. Once free, she pushed the unconscious Hana aside and quickly tried to scamper away and put some distance between her and Takumi in addition to returning to her feet. However, she only managed to turn over onto her healthy hand and knees before she pretty much vomited blood from her mouth as the shifting remains of her organs rattled inside. Blood had also began to pour out of Mi’s midsection as severed arteries leaked her fluids. With all her damaged sustained, she collapsed down onto her stomach before managing to roll to her back. Her healthy arm reached around and tried to cover her midsection.

A keen eye could see some faint smoke creeping out of her stomach as her Ghoul anatomy allowed healing wounds at a rapid pace but at this point Mi was too depleted. She could feel it and had to prioritize the regeneration of her damaged internal tissues in order just to survive the next few minutes. But this was it. Even Mi’s Kakuja could see how grim the situation was. Even if Takumi had sustained serious injury from that short burst of fletchette fire, the kids or that other naggy ghoul could easily finish Mi off. She was pretty much spent. Thus, Mi’s other side resorted to a tactic that prioritized survival, at least that’s how an outsider might see it. To Mi, it was just another cruel trick that it liked to play on poor Mi.

Miyako, the real Miyako, had suddenly rushed back into focus as her Kakuja relinquished control to her. Almost immediately, Mi felt the agony of her insides and whimpered as she painfully leaned up just enough to witness her blood (probably some of Hana’s, too) drenched in the remains of her clothes and pooling around her at the moment. Mi fell back down onto her back as her mind quickly tried to catch up with everything, trying not to panic as the increased breathing rate pained her each time she heaved in and out. Mi was so distressed, that she hadn’t even noticed her arm was broken as she moved it over her midsection, her lower part of that arm hanging limp as it flopped onto her abdomen.

This was it, Miyako thought to herself. She was probably going to die here and despite all of Mi’s very controlled and quiet nature, this was the one thing that broke her. Realization that she was going to die. Mi’s chest heaved as she stuttered while her eyes began to water. “I-I-I di-di-didn’t w-want this!” She cried out as she began to quietly weep as she turned to find Takumi, remembering his earlier good nature. “P-p-please…I-I don’t want to.. B-but I couldn’t help it. I-I just don’t.. want to die.” Mi begged, trying to recover from yet another disaster that her Kakuja had put her in.

Pokémon: Start

@Pirouette

So, if you want I can have Claire derp around on route two for a bit if you want to catch up.

@Rune_Alchemist

Up to you. I'm suuuuper late in writing a post so I'm probably pretty slow. I imagine Erika can easily catch up after the battle is done, though.