Raijinslayer

S: TCD [cancelled]

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Yakushi Residence, Konohagakure
Daybreak, Present Day

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"Uggggggggggggggggggh. . . Why does it have to be raininnnnnnnnnnnngggggg!!!!!" Bright red eyes glared at the dull gray sky above as it heaped a seaming endless downpour onto Konoha as if trying to dispell the clouds with nothing but sheer force of will. Unfortunately, the clouds remained and rain continued to spill from the sky, ruining her routine. With a sigh, Tsume let the bag of equipment fall to her side with a dull thud, running a bandaged hand through her scarlet hair as she thought of what to do with the rest of her morning. She'd wanted to get a quick bout of warm-up exercises in before she had to attend the ceremony, to get herself all jazzed up for meeting her Sensei and teammates. But thanks to the weather, she couldn't help but feel bummed as she turned away from the doorway to venture back into the house, failing to stifle a small yawn as she stretched her arms upward. "Bleh. . . I guess I can go see if Sawako-san is up yet. . ."

Making her way down the hallway with a hand trailing along the wall, Tsume made her way to her guardian's room, sliding the paper door open to see the woman still laying on the floor beneath a mound of blankets. A fringe of brown hair could just be seen peeking out of one side of the mound, emanating soft snoring as the woman seemed to still be deep asleep. She must've been working pretty hard at the hospital last night. . . The girl wondered, quietly stepping over to the sleeping figure before kneeling down by the mess of hair and gently pushing at the mound.

"Sawako-san. . . Sawako-san. . . Sawako-san." She spoke in an urgent yet hushed whisper, not wanting to disturb her care-taker too much but still wanting to talk to her. After a few minutes of persistent bugging and groggy false starts, the mess of hair rose up to reveal a single half-lidded brown eye staring at the prepubescent girl with an annoyed glare.

"Yes. . . yes, I'm up Tsume-chan. . . despite my best efforts," With a drawn-out sigh, the woman rose up into a sitting position, still swaddled in her blankets as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes before stretching out her arms as she sat up more properly. ""What is it you seem to desperately need me for, my little hanabi?"

"Sawako-san, how long are you going to call me that?" The young yakushi gave her guardian a small pout at the pet name, even going so far as to turn away from her with a huff, though the smile playing at the edges of her lips betrayed her true feelings about the title. "Don't you know I'm going to be a genin after today!! A true shinobi, just like Noriaki-san!!"

" Yes, so you've been constantly saying ever since we got confirmation that you passed the exam." Sawako chuckled as she ruffled the Tsume's hair, who weakly fought her off with weak slaps and laughter. Once that was done, Sawako got up with a groan, likely from the aching muscles that often assaulted her after her more exhausting days at the hospital. Tsume often made her a special kind of tea on these days, she had forgotten about it in all the excitement and as she watched her guardian slowly get up, she couldn't help but feel a bit of her joy fade a bit, though was quick to shake it off as Sawako turned her attention back on her. ""So, what is all the bother to get me up this morning, hmmm? Normally, I'm lucky to catch a glimpse of you these days before you go off to start your little training routine."

The redhead couldn't help but flush slightly as Sawako's voice took a bit of a pointed tone when it came to the subject of her training, wishing that Noriaki-san was here right now. He always knew just what to say to get Sawako-san off her back when it came to her habits now that she had learned to pace herself a bit better, but right now she was all on her lonesome. "I just. . . wanted to enjoy a meal with you, Sawako-san. Ya, one last meal before I become a true shinobi!! Who knows when we'll next get time to eat together when I become a genin!"

""Hmmm. . ." Sawako raised a single eyebrow at that statement, giving Tsume a look that seemed to spear right through her. But there was no way that she could possibly guess tha- "Is that why you're dressed in your training clothes and not the kimono I had bought specifically for this occasion?"

Oh. . . shoot. Tsume's face shifted from one of shock to one of disgust as she remembered the [s]torture device[/i] kimono that Sawako had forced her to pick up a little while ago for the ceremony. It was admittedly rather pretty, Tsume could admit that much, but the way Sawako set it up on her made it feel way too tight and constrictive than she liked. Perhaps waking up Sawko-san for breakfast was a mistake.

Tsume's silence proved all the answer that Sawako needed, as she let out a sigh before getting up, grabbing the rambunctious tomboy by the collar as she started dragging her towards the door. This quickly broke Tsume out of her slight stupor, and as she realized what was about to happen, so to began the kicking and screaming as she was determined to fight putting on that damn thing as much as she possibly could. It was a fight that she knew to be ultimately pointless, but she would never give in to such a fate without a fight.

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Tsume once again looked up at the sky with a glare, though this time her gaze was blocked by the taut folds of her umbrella as she slowly made her way to the Academy beneath the pouring rains. She looked down at the fancy kimono Sawako had forced her into, a fiery orange thing with specs of red dancing along the hems. Again, it was pretty, but each step she took reminded her of how restrictive and tight it was around her body. She was glad that Sawako-san was celebrating the event, given her feelings on Tsume's decision to be a ninja, but the redhead wished that her guardian would accept the fact that things like this just weren't for her.

"I bet I'm going to be the only dressed so needlessly fancy today. Ugh, it's going to be so embrassing, and I can't even complain to Fukuchan about it."She pouted, imagining what her noble friend would likely say about her plight. Most likely something to the tone effect of 'suck it up and don't complain'or 'a real shinobi wouldn't be bother by such trivial things'. Tsume loved her friend with all her heart, but she could be so annoyingly practical sometimes. "Uggggh. . . just bear with it Tsume. Soon, you'll meet your sensei, your teammates, and be one step closer to catching up to Noriaki-san and show how awesome you really are."

With a huff, Tsume half jogged-half waddled along the path with renewed intensity, ready to take on the whole of Konoha if she had too. Today was her day, and no amount of tight dresses, snide remarks, or stupid rain was going to put a big damper on her spirits. She couldn't way till she saw Noriaki-san again and showed off her new headband to him. She was certain that he'd be really happy, even if he didn't show it. perhaps she could even convince him to stay and partake in the dinner her and Sawako-san had planned on making tonight(after they finished thier little scuffle with the kimono). "Noriaki-san should just come with me and Sawako-san already, and leave his stinky clan of meanies to be stinky by themselves. . . oh, except for Riachan. Ria's fun, even if she's a bit weird, and she takes me to the theatres every now and then."

And with those little random thoughts, her mind would continue to trail off as she netered a daydream of cool ninja stuff with all her, as well as Noriaki-san giving that mean short Uchiha lady a stern talking too about how he and Tsume and Sawako were all family and were going to start living together and that there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Vault of Rising Thunder.

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Yakushi Residence, Konohagakure
Daybreak, Present Day

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"Uggggggggggggggggggh. . . Why does it have to be raininnnnnnnnnnnngggggg!!!!!" Bright red eyes glared at the dull gray sky above as it heaped a seaming endless downpour onto Konoha as if trying to dispell the clouds with nothing but sheer force of will. Unfortunately, the clouds remained and rain continued to spill from the sky, ruining her routine. With a sigh, Tsume let the bag of equipment fall to her side with a dull thud, running a bandaged hand through her scarlet hair as she thought of what to do with the rest of her morning. She'd wanted to get a quick bout of warm-up exercises in before she had to attend the ceremony, to get herself all jazzed up for meeting her Sensei and teammates. But thanks to the weather, she couldn't help but feel bummed as she turned away from the doorway to venture back into the house, failing to stifle a small yawn as she stretched her arms upward. "Bleh. . . I guess I can go see if Sawako-san is up yet. . ."

Making her way down the hallway with a hand trailing along the wall, Tsume made her way to her guardian's room, sliding the paper door open to see the woman still laying on the floor beneath a mound of blankets. A fringe of brown hair could just be seen peeking out of one side of the mound, emanating soft snoring as the woman seemed to still be deep asleep. She must've been working pretty hard at the hospital last night. . . The girl wondered, quietly stepping over to the sleeping figure before kneeling down by the mess of hair and gently pushing at the mound.

"Sawako-san. . . Sawako-san. . . Sawako-san." She spoke in an urgent yet hushed whisper, not wanting to disturb her care-taker too much but still wanting to talk to her. After a few minutes of persistent bugging and groggy false starts, the mess of hair rose up to reveal a single half-lidded brown eye staring at the prepubescent girl with an annoyed glare.

"Yes. . . yes, I'm up Tsume-chan. . . despite my best efforts," With a drawnout sigh, the woman rose up into a sitting position, still swaddled in her blankets as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes before stretching out her arms as she sat up more properly. ""What is it you seem to desperately need me for, my little hanabi?"

"Sawako-san, how long are you going to call me that?" The young yakushi gave her guardian a small pout at the pet name, even going so far as to turn away from her with a huff, though the smile playing at the edges of her lips betrayed her true feelings about the title. "Don't you know I'm going to be a genin after today!! A true shinobi, just like Noriaki-san!!"

""Yes, so you've been constantly saying ever since we got confirmation that you passed the exam." Sawako chuckled as she ruffled the Tsume's hair, who weakly fought her off with weak slaps and laughter. Once that was done, Sawako got up with a groan, likely from the aching muscles that often assaulted her after her more exhausting days at the hospital. Tsume often made her a special kind of tea on these days, she had forgotten about it in all the excitement and as she watched her guardian slowly get up, she couldn't help but feel a bit of her joy fade a bit, though was quick to shake it off as Sawako turned her attention back on her. ""So, what is all the bother to get me up this morning, hmmm? Normally, I'm lucky to catch a glimpse of you these days before you go off to start your little training routine."

The redhead couldn't help but flush slightly as Sawako's voice took a bit of a pointed tone when it came to the subject of her training, wishing that Noriaki-san was here right now. He always knew just what to say to get Sawako-san off her back when it came to her habits now that she had learned to pace herself a bit better, but right now she was all on her lonesome. "I just. . . wanted to enjoy a meal with you, Sawako-san. Ya, one last meal before I become a true shinobi!! Who knows when we'll next get time to eat together when I become a genin!"

""Hmmm. . ." Sawako raised a single eyebrow at that statement, giving Tsume a look that seemed to spear right through her. But there was no way that she could possibly guess tha- "Is that why you're dressed in your training clothes and not the kimono I had bought specifically for this occasion?"

Oh. . . shoot. Tsume's face shifted from one of shock to one of disgust as she remembered the [s]torture device[/i] kimono that Sawako had forced her to pick up a little while ago for the ceremony. It was admittedly rather pretty, Tsume could admit that much, but the way Sawako set it up on her made it feel way too tight and constrictive than she liked. Perhaps waking up Sawko-san for breakfast was a mistake.

Tsume's silence proved all the answer that Sawako needed, as she let out a sigh before getting up, grabbing the rambunctious tomboy by the collar as she started dragging her towards the door. This quickly broke Tsume out of her slight stupor, and as she realized what was about to happen, so to began the kicking and screaming as she was determined to fight putting on that damn thing as much as she possibly could. It was a fight that she knew to be ultimately pointless, but she would never give in to such a fate without a fight.

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Tsume once again looked up at the sky with a glare, though this time her gaze was blocked by the taut folds of her umbrella as she slowly made her way to the Academy beneath the pouring rains. She looked down at the fancy kimono Sawako had forced her into, a fiery orange thing with specs of red dancing along the hems. Again, it was pretty, but each step she took reminded her of how restrictive and tight it was around her body. She was glad that Sawako-san was celebrating the event, given her feelings on Tsume's decision to be a ninja, but the redhead wished that her guardian would accept the fact that things like this just weren't for her.

"I bet I'm going to be the only dressed so needlessly fancy today. Ugh, it's going to be so embrassing, and I can't even complain to Fukuchan about it."She pouted, imagining what her noble friend would likely say about her plight. Most likely something to the tone effect of 'suck it up and don't complain'or 'a real shinobi wouldn't be bother by such trivial things'. Tsume loved her friend with all her heart, but she could be so annoyingly practical sometimes. "Uggggh. . . just bear with it Tsume. Soon, you'll meet your sensei, your teammates, and be one step closer to catching up to Noriaki-san and show how awesome you really are."

With a huff, Tsume half jogged-half waddled along the path with renewed intensity, ready to take on the whole of Konoha if she had too. Today was her day, and no amount of tight dresses, snide remarks, or stupid rain was going to put a big damper on her spirits. She couldn't way till she saw Noriaki-san again and showed off her new headband to him. She was certain that he'd be really happy, even if he didn't show it. perhaps she could even convince him to stay and partake in the dinner her and Sawako-san had planned on making tonight(after they finished thier little scuffle with the kimono). "Noriaki-san should just come with me and Sawako-san already, and leave his stinky clan of meanies to be stinky by themselves. . . oh, except for Riachan. Ria's fun, even if she's a bit weird, and she takes me to the theatres every now and then."

And with those little random thoughts, her mind would continue to trail off as she netered a daydream of cool ninja stuff with all her, as well as Noriaki-san giving that mean short Uchiha lady a stern talking too about how he and Tsume and Sawako were all family and were going to start living together and that there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Tokyo Ghoul : ΩRevive

Quinque Quinx W.I.P

_{PERSONAL FILE}

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Name

. Tegumi

Gender

Female

Age

25

Personality Profile

Tegumi is an. . . eccentric individual, to say the least. While constantly upbeat and cheerful to a fault in even the most dire(and inappropriate) situations. To most, this overt cheerfulness quickly loses any chance of being seen as endearing due to the woman's proclivity towards invasions of personal space and privacy, not due to a lack of understanding such things but simply a lack of care. To the young scientist, such concepts are archaic and regressive to society as a whole, among a few other societal norms.

The most prevalent quirk one will come to know about Tegumi, however, is that they have an insatiable desire to understand ghouls, or more to the point, how they function on a fundamnetal level. She wants to know how they're able to commit suchinhuman feats of physical power, to rapidly form biological matter in the form of their kagune, to know the extent of their mutative and adaptable physiologies, and countless other questions that surrounded the mysterious beings that they knew as Ghouls. And the core of this interest, she would tell you, has nothing to do with how her parent's passed. Nothing to do with the traumatic even that lead to her being dropped off at the CCG orphanage. But to those that saw the look on her face the moment a certain ghoul turned up on the operating table infront of her during a live dissection. . . the amount of seething, burning vitriol in her gaze as she continued on like it was just another day at the job was enough to make the other doctor's fear she was going to take a one of the scalpels and stab it right into the victim's throat.

Background

Tegumi's interest in ghouls began early in her life, with a small girl wandering away from her parent's apartment in the dead of night to meet another small girl scrummaging around in the alley. This girl was a ghoul by the name of Kasumi and, for the next 5 years of their life, she was Tegumi's best friend. Even as a child, Tegumi was always friendly and welcoming and even though she had heard of how terrifying ghouls could be from her parents and teachers, the girl before her looked like any other. . . even if she was a bit smelly.

Despite some early misgivings, the first meeting between the girl's ended in a somewht tepid promise to meet again, Tegumi happy to have a new friend to share things with and enjoy the secretive nature of their relationship. And so the two continued to meet every other night or so in, talking to each other about their days, their troubles, and often doing what they could to help each other through dark times. As Tegumi grew older, she became more aware of the danger that Ghouls presented, but still couldn't find it in herself to distance herself from Kasumi. In truth, the more time she spent witht eh ghoul, the more she felt a certain. . connection between the two. A spark that she couldn't desecribe but made every instant apart from Kasumi all the more sad and lonely, and every moment that more joyful. The two lived in a peace safe from all the bigotry and hatred, uncaring of what the world thought. It was around the time when they were both around 13 years old, however, that everything fell apart.

First was the death of Tegumi's mother in a mugging gone wrong that left her bleeding in the street. The scene of the crime was identified along with her belongings. . . but the body had vanished by the time that authorities had arrived. Needless to say, this put a strain in their friendship, but the girls tried their best to work through it. Bad things happened, but it was no reason to blame Kasumi for the actions of some other ghoul. And the one slight upside is that the two got to spen dmore time with each other, as her father often wasn't home due to his work, leaving the house completely unattended except for Tegumi for long periods of time. Kasumi basically started to live with her around this time, they hung out so much, doing the things that young girls often did when they got together. Talking about dumb things, doing each others hair, watching movies, playing games. Honestly, despite Tegumi's unease over what happened with her mother, she was certain that without Kasumi, she would have fallen into a deep depression.

_{CCG RECOGNITION}

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CCG Investigator Rank

Rank1

Quinque

Description of your Quinque weapon.

Experience Profile

Brief summary of experience in CCG enlistment or academy.

Quinx Qualification

"Along with my previous experience and track record as an active ghoul investigator, I am also quite knowledgeable in the functions of ghouls and quinque due to my assistance in numerous experiments regarding the former and the high number of high-quality quinque I have made during my time with the Research division. This makes me special capable in managing the physical health of the others in the squad and make sure none are endangering themselves or others.

_{QUINX PROFILE}

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RC Type

Rinkaku or Ukkaku.

Kagune

Kasumi

I will try to finish this out in the next day or two, but here's a bit fo the basis and I think you can get the general idea from what I have so far. still need to decide on the Quinque and the Kagune though

also why are half-ghouls just edgy saiyans. . . And does that make kaneki a super-saiyan

perhaps even The Legendary Super Saiyan

:: Dragon Heart ::

Argus

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"You're not the first to say something like that, but you'd be surprised by what a few parlor tricks can do." Argus said with a chuckle, keeping his eye on his foe even as the man seemed to dismiss him. He was an arrogant fuck, that was to be certain, and the red-haired mage planned to take full advantage of his over-confidence the moment he made a mistake.

Until then, however, he had to deal with his team doing almost everything in their power to be liabilities it seemed. Sara had decided to become nothing but deadweight it seemed, Damian had made himself a sitting duck doing whatever the hell he was doing, and Trixie had decided to try and tackle the speedy guy that had cut through her hammer like it was butter. He knew asking for some form of cohesion from a bunch of guys who had never really worked with each other before was probably asking for too much. . . but the fact that a base level of intellect seemed to be missing as well proved to be more than a little irritating.

Sparing the celestial mage little more than a disgusted look, Argus took advantage of Damian's support spell to make his own move, but instead of going after Jean, he decided now was a perfect time to go after one of the others while they were distracted by Damian. Rushing towards the two, he'd pull out the pepper bombs he'd first toss his dagger at the fat one, quickly followed by the two pepper bombs, causing a huge cloud of thick, choking smoke to surround the two, causing their eyes and throats to burn intensely as the special pepper mixture in the smoke came into contact with them. Following that, however, Argus quickly dodged to the side, anticipating an attack from one or both of his foes, and summon forth a pair of explosive bombs to toss into the air while their vision was obstructed. Taking advantage of the puppeteer gloves, he'd make them plummet down on top of the two from directly above them in the hopes of getting around any defense the woman put up, the bombs triggering with a sizeable Boom the moment they made contact. They were strong enough that a direct hit should be enough to take out a mage with no reinforcing magic, so with luck the clown would go down with this . . . but he doubted things would turn out so well.

All of this becuase the damn airhead didn't take two seconds to thing before heading into an obvious trap. And Juno wonders why I prefer to work alone.]

@Esran @pkken @Quincy @Hitman

Tokyo Ghoul : ΩRevive

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Rengoku

Korrey Brooks

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"Tch. . . How can anyone just up and bail like that just because he heard they weren't going to get any cash?" Korrey kicked a rock as he traveled down the forest path, his staff slung over his shoulders as he recalled how Jacob had cut and run before they had even started. He'd thought it was a bit odd when the guy suddenly asked the doc for some kind of payment for what was essentially just a short errand, but to just leave after seeing the state of all of those people was unforgivable to the red-haired giant. "I should've knocked his damn teeth in."

Needless to say, he was more than a little pissed off by this turn of events, and was considering taking it out on some nearby trees when he noticed a figure ahead of him. It was a weird little guy, and while obviously not a person, was just human-looking enough to give him the creeps. Not only that, but it was giving him a look that he was more than familiar with. That was the look of someone who wanted something and wasn't too bothered about taking it. Now whatever it was this short green midget though Korrey had, he for damn sure wasn't about to roll over and let him take it. So as the thing came at him, he was quick to meet him, intending to use his range advantage by lashing out with a heavy kick to the goblin's middle and essentially punting it away. After that, he'd whip around his staff and ready it up to start wacking the little fucker if he tried to come at him again.

"Listen here biddy, I"m not in the best of moods right now so. . . if you don't wan tme to turn you into to green paste, I suggest you run along before I really start laying into you."

@Ammokkx@Burger

Vault of Rising Thunder.

Quinque Quinx W.I.P

_{PERSONAL FILE}

[hr.]
Name

. Tegumi

Gender

Female

Age

25

Personality Profile

Tegumi is an. . . eccentric individual, to say the least. While constantly upbeat and cheerful to a fault in even the most dire(and inappropriate) situations. To most, this overt cheerfulness quickly loses any chance of being seen as endearing due to the woman's proclivity towards invasions of personal space and privacy, not due to a lack of understanding such things but simply a lack of care. To the young scientist, such concepts are archaic and regressive to society as a whole, among a few other societal norms.

The most prevalent quirk one will come to know about Tegumi, however, is that they have an insatiable desire to understand ghouls, or more to the point, how they function on a fundamnetal level. She wants to know how they're able to commit suchinhuman feats of physical power, to rapidly form biological matter in the form of their kagune, to know the extent of their mutative and adaptable physiologies, and countless other questions that surrounded the mysterious beings that they knew as Ghouls. And the core of this interest, she would tell you, has nothing to do with how her parent's passed. Nothing to do with the traumatic even that lead to her being dropped off at the CCG orphanage. But to those that saw the look on her face the moment a certain ghoul turned up on the operating table infront of her during a live dissection. . . the amount of seething, burning vitriol in her gaze as she continued on like it was just another day at the job was enough to make the other doctor's fear she was going to take a one of the scalpels and stab it right into the victim's throat.

Background

Tegumi's interest in ghouls began early in her life, with a small girl wandering away from her parent's apartment in the dead of night to meet another small girl scrummaging around in the alley. This girl was a ghoul by the name of Kasumi and, for the next 5 years of their life, she was Tegumi's best friend. Even as a child, Tegumi was always friendly and welcoming and even though she had heard of how terrifying ghouls could be from her parents and teachers, the girl before her looked like any other. . . even if she was a bit smelly.

Despite some early misgivings, the first meeting between the girl's ended in a somewht tepid promise to meet again, Tegumi happy to have a new friend to share things with and enjoy the secretive nature of their relationship. And so the two continued to meet every other night or so in, talking to each other about their days, their troubles, and often doing what they could to help each other through dark times. As Tegumi grew older, she became more aware of the danger that Ghouls presented, but still couldn't find it in herself to distance herself from Kasumi. In truth, the more time she spent witht eh ghoul, the more she felt a certain. . connection between the two. A spark that she couldn't desecribe but made every instant apart from Kasumi all the more sad and lonely, and every moment that more joyful. The two lived in a peace safe from all the bigotry and hatred, uncaring of what the world thought. It was around the time when they were both around 13 years old, however, that everything fell apart.

First was the death of Tegumi's mother in a mugging gone wrong that left her bleeding in the street. The scene of the crime was identified along with her belongings. . . but the body had vanished by the time that authorities had arrived. Needless to say, this put a strain in their friendship, but the girls tried their best to work through it. Bad things happened, but it was no reason to blame Kasumi for the actions of some other ghoul. And the one slight upside is that the two got to spen dmore time with each other, as her father often wasn't home due to his work, leaving the house completely unattended except for Tegumi for long periods of time. Kasumi basically started to live with her around this time, they hung out so much, doing the things that young girls often did when they got together. Talking about dumb things, doing each others hair, watching movies, playing games. Honestly, despite Tegumi's unease over what happened with her mother, she was certain that without Kasumi, she would have fallen into a deep depression.

_{CCG RECOGNITION}

[hr.]
CCG Investigator Rank

Rank1

Quinque

Description of your Quinque weapon.

Experience Profile

Brief summary of experience in CCG enlistment or academy.

Quinx Qualification

"Along with my previous experience and track record as an active ghoul investigator, I am also quite knowledgeable in the functions of ghouls and quinque due to my assistance in numerous experiments regarding the former and the high number of high-quality quinque I have made during my time with the Research division. This makes me special capable in managing the physical health of the others in the squad and make sure none are endangering themselves or others.

_{QUINX PROFILE}

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RC Type

Rinkaku or Ukkaku.

Kagune

Kasumi

:: Dragon Heart ::

Argus

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Argus didn't dare tear his eyes from Jean as Vali suddenly burst into action, ignoring the sounds of explosions as he waited for any shot of an opening to try and strike this bastard. Luckily, the marksman opened one up as the swordsman swiftly dodged a bullet. The moment Argus noticed this move, he launched a knife straight at the pretty boy's face while he was mid-sentence, not expecting it to hit but hoping it drew the man's attention enough to keep him focused on Argus. As the knife flew, so to did two smoke bombs from those the red-haired mage had summoned, these ones aimed at Jean's feet in order to create a thick cloud of cloying smoke around him, cutting off his vision as Argus summoned 3 more daggers and prepped to throw, a small grunt escaping him as he heard Sara tell her spirit to prepare.

"The only thing that's 'insane', Sunshine, is that you're still fucking standing there!" Argus said as he prepped to throw only to be cut off as he suddenly felt something touch his ankle, followed soon by a burst of power flowing through his body as a green aura surrounded him. He glanced towards Damian and offered a brief nod before turning his attention back to the cloud of smoke, his De-obfuscator goggles appearing on his head as let the brace of knives fly towards it. Only one of the daggers was actually heading towards the swordsman, however, the other two appearing to go wide at first, only to turn around in the smoke cloud and attempt to get the fucker from behind, aiming for his back.

Meanwhile, Argus summoned forth another dagger, as well as two pepper bombs, planning a rather nasty surprise for his opponent if he ever decided to close the gap. He also decided to lecture Sara a bit, because she obviously lacked the wherewithal to understand the amount of danger she was in. "Sunshine, if you want my advice, you and whatever the hell you summoned should take a second to back away from Warlock Weekly before you both end up like that idiotic cow. Not knocking your skills, but last I checked, summoner types like yourself do better when you're not right in the thick of things!!"

@Hitman@pkken@Quincy@Esran

Tokyo Ghoul : ΩRevive

Tokyo Ghoul: Kosei