ONE-EYED KING

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gardenwreath‌:

The beach was so full of lively and lovely scenery. Hairu had come to take pictures, so that she could try to emulate the scenes her cellphone captured onto paper. With her pants rolled up to her knees, Hairu stood in a tide pool, her bare feet in the wet sand. Idly, she knew of a certain someone that would scold her for such behavior, saying that she would drop her phone into the water. Yet, she wouldn’t do that, she would be careful.

She giggled as she watched wild life went about their business in the tide pool, eagerly taking as many pictures as she could. Hairu was so easily distracted that she almost did not notice the approach of another until she saw the shadow he cast. Looking up, Hairu did not expect to see the face of Arima Kishou staring back at her.

“Ah!” Hairu squeaked, and dropped her phone, just as she had formerly thought not to do.

“Arima… san…”

Arima watched Hairu’s face with a certain impassiveness. It’s not that he didn’t care about her, it’s just that this kind of behavior from her is almost... expected. He tilted his head as he watched her expression, his eyes on hers for just a moment before he very calmly reached into the water and picked up the phone, handing it back to her.

“You dropped this,” he said, his face still so neutral. It always was hard for him to show his emotions, and even moreso when he didn’t have any particular reason to. He knew she understood him well enough.

He paused for just a moment more, then offered her the tiniest of smiles. “I don’t think that your phone will work anymore. Luckily, I think they might give you a new one for free.”

[justarimakishou]

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@rexerrat​ || starter call.

His hands are itching for battle, for the familiarity of it. Half of him doesn’t want to fight, to kill, but there’s a part of him that almost needs it -- like a compulsion.

There’s blood on his face and he holds his weapon close to himself, readying himself for another wave. His attentions were drawn to the monsters of all varieties that he didn’t notice the other at first.

He turns, the juxtaposition of blank expression that is covered in specks of red might be unsettling to some. He inhales. “Shame we’re all caught up in this.”

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@tezcatlipocc​ || starter call. 

Arima looks up at the tall... man? It doesn’t matter, he looks up as he holds his weapon in his hand and keeps his expression neutral.

“They’re not human,” he says, even though his companion clearly isn’t either. “They will harm us if given even the slightest chance. They cannot be reasoned with.”

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@uchihacycs​ || starter call. 

Arima’s gaze is steely, his jaw set in determination. This is what he was made for, this is what he was bred for, and for the first time in a long time he didn’t feel bored.

He holds his briefcase at his side and stands straight. “Are you going to fight?” he asks the boy next to him. “Or are you going to stay where you are?” There’s no judgement in his tone, but he asks anyway; it’s imperative to whatever plan he may need to formulate.

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I’ve been insanely busy as of late, but as the semester winds down I’ll be able to be more active !! so here’s a starter call, event related, specifically for part two. If you’re not familiar with his canon, he’ll be fighting ghouls, which means heavy trigger warning for cannibalism. I’ll cap this at.... hm... three! with castmates exempt as usual.

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muzuikashii‌:

Although this month is not as cold as the previous months, Miu still feels like she has to wear thick clothes anywhere. She still cannot handle the temperature if she goes out without wearing any jacket, so she has to.

She parks her new bike near the bench, as she takes a seat and takes a phone out from her pocket. The money she has is becoming lower and lower, even though she has minimized her outcome after a while staying here. She still cannot find any job–or rather, she does not feel like to find any–that will suit her. She is just a highschool girl with average singing skill, after all.

But it does not matter to her. She checks her chat application to reply the messages from her little sister and her mom far away from here. She cannot help but to smile ever so slightly when she is chatting with them, and she does not realize that someone is sitting beside her. She believed was alone before, though.

Her smile disappears as she reflexively puts her phone on her lap, puts it on standby mode, as someone talks to her, starting a conversation. “Y-young…?” She asks, to confirm that she is not hearing it wrong. Why does he ask so? There are many people that are in the same age as her, right? Besides, it is not strange for teenagers to live away from their parents.

Though, for Miu’s case, it is against her wish.

“I-I guess not…?” She says, with questioning tone, unsure of her own answer. Not that she can answer surely that young people in this city are as young as they seem like, after all.

Arima tilts his head a little as he looks at her. He’s not sure how to act around children, he’s never been sure about that sort of thing. He is a man with one mission, one track mind: focus. His mild concern for the other comes and goes without much thought, and he sits up straight and leans back, his head towards the sky.

“Ah,” he says then, mostly to himself. He was on his own when he was young as well, sort of, in a way. It’s not something he wants to think about too long and hard about, so he tilts his head back further and closes his eyes. 

“I’m sorry for bothering you, then,” he says after a moment, his hands folded on his lap. He sits here with a certain tension, just from being on edge. It’s not his fault, it’s just how he’s always been. “If you think that you’re old enough to be on your own, then I should believe you.”

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moveextras‌:

Groceries in hand, he was more than ready for dinner for the next few nights. Luckily his mother beat it into him to be able to cook and cook well. Junk food only had it’s the appeal for so long till it became boring. A bag in his free hand, opening the door as he opened it a bit wider than intended as it hit someone. He stopped for a second, looking up a bit to see this man looking down at him. 

Those words…and the glare, as if it just ignited his agitation. 

“Or maybe you could fucking move, tree-trunk. Leave the damn branch out here if you are headin’ inside.”

Such anger. Arima watches the other with a degree of indifference, his fingers still pressed against his glasses. He’s thinking, and though he’s been someone who has always fought, a weapon of the CCG, he doesn’t necessarily want to start petty arguments with people in front of the grocery store.

“Hm,” he hums, and pulls his hand away from his face. “Tree-trunk is an interesting insult.”

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fierydaggers‌:

@ccgsking​ SAID: ❝ Our own selves make us most unhappy, and that’s why we’re so anxious to lose them, don’t you think? ❞

                    * . ✧ THE SECRET HISTORY✧ . * - STARTERS - (NOT ACCEPTING)

“I’m sure you’re right about that,” Ignis agrees easily, his lips quirked upward into a smile at the other man’s words. Those words are a little too on the nose, he thinks, and though he’s smiling, it’s something of a sardonic expression. He would be lying if he said he could not relate to what is being said.

“But cut yourself free of yourself and what are you left with?”

Arima thinks on that for just a moment, and tilts his head curiously in the direction of Ignis. He watches him, passively, for just a moment before picking up his sandwich and taking another bite. “In some circumstances, I believe freedom from yourself is the most important thing you can give yourself.”

He thinks of Kaneki, Haise, a combination of the two. “Or perhaps you will create a whole new reality, separate from who you were originally. A fresh start.”

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holybclt‌:

The coffee was a afterthought to pleasant company that he could get from a coffee shop. Mostly lazy and sleepy university workers from around here. Being in casual clothes for once so he could enter into polite society to get a somewhat bland coffee, there was a pause once he entered and heart the other statement. 

 “It can’t be truly that bad…can it?” his eyes open, revealing how unseeing they are to the situation and life itself. 

“It can,” Arima says, taking another sip of his coffee. He’s not going to waste his money, even if the coffee is pretty dreadful. His eyes slowly scan the mostly empty coffee shop and he puts the cup down with a sigh. “I have put sugar and milk in as well. It doesn’t seem to be helping.”

In truth, Arima is bored. There’s a lack of ghouls around here, and he’s not sure that he’d even want to engage with them even if there were. The coffee is just another disappointment for him.

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@mcircnyu​ // x

Arima’s eyes are on the water in front of him, his expression completely empty even as something caught his attention in the distance. He raises an eyebrow -- the only sign of his curiosity -- and takes a step closer to the shoreline. “Hello?”

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@koorisenpai​ // x

Arima’s body has always been steady. His hands steady with a weapon, a quinque has always been an extension of himself, and his mind is steady with determination and calculation. Now it comes into play in a very odd way, peaceful almost if it weren’t for the fact that it was Kishou Arima. He sits down, legs bent as he kneels on a small picnic blanket, his eyes focused up ahead as he watches the foxes move through the Bamboo Grove.

It’s calming, sometimes, to watch how they move. Arima watches them dance around each other, almost like a fight; it reminds him of times when he himself would train and have to be that careful balance between graceful and deadly.

It doesn’t spark anything in him, though. He’s watched them, the foxes here, on a few different occasions and there’s still nothing. Nothing thrums in his chest, and no longing and no disdain despite the fact that he’s drawn a correlation between his days as an investigator and the hierarchy of foxes. It’s not surprising, and at this point it’s not upsetting.

He doesn’t move when he hears someone else approaching, still watching with mild interest at the scene in front of him. It’s only a feeling in the back of his mind, something familiar to him that makes him tilt his head upwards to meet Ui’s eyes. “Special Class Investigator Ui,” he greets, his expression completely blank. “I see you are well.”

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@looking-for-four​ // x

“You do seem to know what to do with that,” Arima says, motioning towards the violin. He’s been bored as of late, and it means that he’s going to speak with strangers. It hasn’t backfired on him yet, though he’s aware he’s not the most sociable. “Do you play, or is it simply for show?”

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@gardenwreath​ // x

It’s not everyday that you see a ghost. Yet, here Arima stands, with his expression not betraying the surprise he feels inside. It’s intriguing, really, how so many from his past have appeared in different forms. Here he’d thought he’d seen the last of Hairu Ihei, lost during the Rose Extermination like so many others.

He shakes the thought out of his head as he makes his way down the sandy beach to where she stands, and stops short beside her. He lets a moment pass in silence, his own mind pondering the meaning of all this (after all, he’d died as well, how could it be odd to see someone here who had predeceased him?) before he looks out over the ocean.

“I am glad you are safe, Hairu.”

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@bubonem​ // x

Of course he’s recognized her. Anyone who had ever crossed paths with Eto Yoshimura would remember her. The impact she left on everyone’s lives that she encountered, for better or for oftentimes worse, cut into them in such a way that made her impossible to forget.

Arima was no different, of course. The tale that they’d weaved about a One-Eyed King influenced his life and ultimately contributed to the end of it. It’s not as if Arima was going to hold that over her head; it was their combined scheming that led him to slitting his own throat. Arima had felt that the time was perfect for him to let go and pass the mantle onto Kaneki. He believed Eto would have felt the same.

His eyes watch her from a distance, but only for a few moments. That’s all it takes for him to straighten up a little and approach her. “Eto,” he greets, bowing his head in a show of politeness. “I am surprised to see you here as well.”

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@ccgscythe​ // x

Suzuya’s hair is not supposed to be white. That’s odd. He distinctly remembers the investigator coming into the office one day with a shock of black atop his head: something Arima noted, and then moved on from. It mattered very little to him, as there have always been more pressing things to take care of over aesthetics.

Arima is glad to see someone familiar, a person who maybe has been here longer and has a little bit of an idea as to how to continue onwards in this new city. From what he knows of Suzuya, he would have gotten himself into some sort of trouble by now.

He’s also, for all he knows about his fellow investigator, not surprised to find him on the beach. He probably has pickpocketed enough people that someone was bound to notice soon -- from what he’d heard from Shinohara before the coma, and indeed what he’d witnessed thus far, he was quite the handful. 

Perhaps not the best person to see here, but he would take it. Arima approached from the side, his expression completely neutral as he greeted Suzuya with a very slight bow of his head. “Hello, Suzuya.”

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@susserose​ // x

The museums are quite fascinating, he has to admit. There’s a lot of free time on his hands -- something he is most definitely not attuned to having -- and as such he figures perusing different exhibits will do well to ease his boredom. He’s left his weapon at home, having figured that even if he were to face a ghoul a wooden sword would do nothing to help him.

Pondering this fact he wonders how and when he will get his quinque again, and he doesn’t notice as another man stands next to him close enough to touch. Arima turns and takes in the sight; he’s of slightly below average height, average build, and he has quite the sense of fashion. Arima takes all this information, processes it, and immediately goes on to think of other things. That is, until he notes the look of concentration on the other’s face.

“Are you familiar with this work?” Arima asks, polite. He’s not at all knowledgeable about Spirale art or history. Perhaps he can be enlightened. “You seem impressed.”