dark winged.

Without power the weak can only be snatched away. Insurgent rank & housed in Sector oo2.

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"That's it, huh? We just watch the world fade out around us and hope that whatever comes after next is a happier ending? I always hated that about you people, I really did.

But that's also what I found admirable, I guess. That you weaklings somehow were able to stick together through all of the bullshit and come together when it really mattered. Maybe I'm even a little bit jealous.

Anyway, it's not my style to get sappy. I have to go meet Wendy, she's waiting for me. See you on the flip side, or maybe not."

[consumat]

This isn't necessarily a goodbye message, but I suppose it's something close? More like a "moving on" type of thing. 

I've had a lot of fun playing Ayato as he is, he's been very fun to get into the mindset of and I've done so many good things for him in these past two years, but recently I've run into a roadblock. It's not...as thrilling to write for him now as he is. I love him to death, but I can't think of much to do with him anymore.

What does this mean? Well, as most may have known, I was playing him purely from a post Tokyo Ghoul canon point! I had been ignoring all of the recent Tokyo Ghoul:RE developments for this. Though I've thought about it and I've come to a conclusion, as much as I had wanted to keep with where I stand, I find that it may help my troubles in writing him if I were to up his canon point to Tokyo Ghoul:RE. I'm hoping that with the moving of his canon point, new interactions will be able to open up for him.

So, as it stands I'm going to abandon this blog for a new one to accommodate his new canon point. He will no longer be fifteen years old, he will be aging up to nineteen, as is his current age! I hope that everyone here who has written with me or followed me will follow me to the new blog I plan to make. If not, that's fine. Either way, he will be vastly different from his younger self. I hope that doesn't deter anyone from wanting to write with him. I should have everything up and ready within the next few weeks. For now, I’m taking a short break to revitalize myself (hence my hiatus notice). I hope it’s understandable.

Anyway, with luck I'll see everyone soon! I’ll be keeping this blog up for memories mostly, but consider it abandoned once the new one comes.

[tinyfists]

“I thought you started scavenging!?”

[consumat]

          ❝ Well yeah, but you're not gonna be pissed if I kill an asshole or two, are you? ❞

[tinyfists]

“Or… OOOOOR… Everyone could get along and no one could kill anyone!” It was wishful thinking, she knew that.

[consumat]

          ❝ I have to eat. ❞

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          ❝ People always come here thinking they can save something or play hero, but they'll learn soon enough. ❞

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          ❝ They just let anyone wander the streets, huh? ❞ He'd think people would be a little more smart than to just walk around sector three nonchalantly, especially a girl like this. And then she trips, setting off the laughter of a couple of thugs that'd been watching her and for him to sigh. ❝ Beat it, klutz. You don't belong here. You'll get eaten alive in this sector. ❞ Especially if she can trip on nothing but thin air.

@damefidele 

[consumat]

          The one time he wants to get coffee. The one time he decides that he's going to have a somewhat nice day and then someone ruins it. ❝ Oi, asshole. How long are you gonna keep kicking the vending machine? I'd like to get my coffee today, not ten years from now. ❞

@superiorquirk

[consumat]

Siblings are stupid.

[tinyfists]

It was a gentle throbbing that had stirred the girl back to reality once the world around her had been claimed by the unknown. Light, darkness, then as if her very soul had been plucked from her body. That was, aside from the pain she’d endured. 

Yet as soon as the world had disappeared, it had reshaped. While she’d been in perfect health prior, as the cool sensation of rain pattering against her skin was felt, it was accompanied by a dull pain that suggested her body exhausted, if not sick. Brown eyes darted around her, noting a cityscape that she could not recognize.

It wasn’t until she realized that she couldn’t sense the atmosphere around her that panic set in. No good had ever come from her magic malfunctioning in Hive City. Still, her heartbeat slowed as her eyes eventually met Ayato, and she clung to his arm for support. 

Ready to vocalize her concerns, she was cut off by the sound of a stranger that cut through the sound of the rain, and he pulled her away into the darkness.

“Ayato!? What’s going on!?” She could only call out, unaware that her body was even different. Hair darker, stitches across her torso… though cloaked somehow, it naturally wasn’t obvious. “Something’s wrong, I can’t use magic!”

@bubonem

[bubonem-archive-blog]

It had happened quickly, like she’d taken a step forward into a different life; one moment she was walking through Sector Three’s underbelly with bandaged feet, and the next she felt the patter of rain on her cloak, and smelled the familiar scents of the city she’d grown up in.

Not like there was much difference between a ghetto and Tokyo in her eyes, anyway.

She clung to the alleys the same way, she watched and observed the same way, and she hated the scent of disgusting, troublesome Doves the same way, too. She’d almost forgotten how much Hive City was like Tokyo, just different pawns with different names; they were all still playing the same role, and she was still there. Watching, waiting, putting her pieces out one at a time.

At least she had more in Tokyo.

Look, she thought, there goes one now. The rush of steps, two figures running from others. It was shameless. Without so much as a word, her kagune, cruel and wild as she’d shaped it, shot out from the dark, quickly making bloody work of the Doves. That was nice, to have it at her disposal again. That might have been the only thing she liked about Tokyo.

One red eye, one green, stared at the two teens, waiting, pondering how the girl had gotten here. Then, just as quickly as her kagune had come and retracted, the cloaked figure turned. An arm extended as the rest of her body moved, beckoning the two others to follow.

“Let’s go.”

@consumat·

[consumat]

          The overwhelming sense of dread he'd felt moments earlier are quickly forgotten, his only priority to get the both of them somewhere safe for now. Somewhere they could talk, somewhere that they wouldn't be bothered by outside interference. How had they gotten here? Not even the foggiest idea can come to mind. One moment he's somewhere, then another he's back home in Tokyo, the only difference being that Wendy, unfailingly, is at his side. Something that he'd be comforted by usually, but not here. Not where it's much different than hive city, the investigators chasing after the both of them prove it to be so.

          Just as he's trying to figure out a plan, a quick solution for them to get away--and there doesn't seem to be one in sight at this rate--out from the darkness comes a kagune, much to his surprise. The doves are picked off easily and as much as he's grateful for the sudden intrusion, he can't help but wonder who's exactly come to their rescue.

          No sooner than he'd thought of the question, an answer is then presented to him in the familiar form of someone he's familiar with. And he's not too surprised to see her here, relieved if anything. Eto's eyes stare at the both of them and she turns, beckoning them closer and to follow. 

          And he follows, still keeping a tight hold on Wendy's hand all the while. 

          Through all this time, a word has't been spoken to the dragonslayer. She can’t use magic, that’s what he heard her say. And there’s only one thing that pops into his mind that can explain why. He’s terrified to death just thinking about her having to go through it again. But he still doesn’t say anything. It's not as if he has nothing to say to her, it's just that he doesn't know how to say it, how to put that they're back where he comes from. Hell, Eto probably knows more than he does. ❝ Thanks. ❞ Is all he says, just loud enough for the woman leading them both to hear.

@tinyfists

[plisetski-deactivated20171009]

Ayato Kirishima ✗ :re 65

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          Darkness is all he sees for a long time, no matter how wide he opens his eyes, as far as the eye can see there's nothing. It had all started when he had went out to find Wendy because surely she's somewhere out there trying to play hero with whatever's going on. And then a strange feeling overcame him and his surroundings began to become distorted. The sky was no longer the sky, the ground beneath him was no longer the ground. Everything had become..pixelated, as if reality itself were distorting. And before he can even do anything, he's enveloped by darkness all around.

          Only after a few more moments does the scene change and it's pitch black yet feels familiar all the same. A light drizzle could be felt on his skin, police sirens sound in the distance, voices and the sounds of hurried footsteps in his direction could be heard. An overwhelming feeling of dread overcomes him as he realizes just where he is. There's not a single doubt in his mind. Tokyo, the city he'd long been able to call his home. 

         It's only then does he realize that he hadn't come alone. Only now does he take the time to come back to whatever reality this was to see Wendy at his side, holding his arm and looking very confused as to where they are. He's not sure what to say, when he tries to open his mouth to speak nothing comes out.

          The silence is only broken by the hurried running of many people he heard earlier come to a halt and it's only then does he look to one end of the alleyway to see two men dressed in overcoats, briefcases in their hands, does he finally know what's going on. "There he is, don't let him get away! Get the girl too!" he can hear them call out before they began to rush towards the both of them.

        Without having any time to explain or fully understand just what's going on or how the both of them got here, he takes a tight hold on Wendy's hand and runs. There's no time to talk now because even if he wanted to, they can't.

@consumat ↪ @tinyfists ↪ @bubonem

[consumat]

running through the six.

[bubonem-archive-blog]

Spreading the word was easy, of course; flyers were cheap but mostly effective, word of mouth was still the best however. Mass texts and the use of the internet was also a fun advantage, one that was mostly thwarted by the CCG back in Tokyo. But here, in this city, there were hardly masses of Doves monitoring such things.

But, of course, it wouldn’t be long until the familiar faces of those she’d found here from her own world took note of her plans. They’d discover, too, her seeds – but none would stop the sapling’s growth once it started.

That’s why, when she sees him from a distance, then up close, she wasn’t surprised. She stood there underneath a flickering street light, almost as if she had been waiting for him. In some semblance of truth, she really had been.

“ – You say that like anyone else would have,” she wasted no time in responding, her words directed exactly at him. He looked relieved. Good, she wanted him that way.

“I’ve been here about five months now.” Was there any point in lying? If there had been, it wouldn’t have mattered. She knew that he’d been in this city longer than she had anyway.

“So, what brings you here? Just wanted to catch up?”

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          Five months was a long time to hide, especially when there was no real need to do so due to the lack of doves here. He didn't question her reasons, why should he? Surely there was some significance to having to have laid low for so long and while he couldn't say he understood, maybe it wasn't for him to understand.

          And then comes the question of what he's doing here. Truth be told, he doesn't exactly know why he sought her out, it's just something inside of him clicked when he had seen the flyer for the organization. Memories of the organization he'd washed his hands of ever since he'd become involved with a certain someone had began to well up inside of him. 

          He had questions, Eto has answers. ❝ Something like that, I guess. ❞ Catching up? Not really, more like he wants to know the motive behind bringing something like this to the city. As much as he's for it, there's hesitation there. ❝ Why start it now? Because the doves showed up and you wanna show them that we're still here? ❞ 

          ❝ Because believe me, as much as I think that's a good idea, have you thought about this? ❞

[tinyfists]

“…” Wendy blinked for a moment, somewhat confused by the expression she was now looking at. A young man who only knew how to scowl and glare at her, even as a couple, was smiling genuinely. Were she not a nicer person, she might have described it as unsettling. Then again, he might have considered her the same way after watching her tear into a Tartaros demon or one of the Spriggan.

“Well, of course I would. Even if we weren’t t-together, I’d still be there for you.”

Click! Out comes the cellphone. Photo taken. Smile protected. “Besides, I’ve got the only gift I need now! Heehee!”

[consumat]

          Smiling has never really been his thing, but since she had made an effort to drop the honorific that he felt was going to be attached to his name forever, even when they were older, he could at least try to...smile. Which he had and she had looked visibly stunned by it. ❝ You know, you could look a little less surprised-- ❞ the sound of a click makes him stop and he stops smiling, realizing that she'd just taken a picture of him.

          ❝ You can't just take pictures without permission, delete it! ❞ Though hearing her say that it was the only gift that she needed made him just a little bit embarrassed. 

          ❝ Just shut up! And delete that, if you want me to smile more just say so or something! ❞

[flamefly]

TG:re chp 68 || Ayato Kirishima

[consumat]

          ❝ Same shit, different day. ❞ He’s not too concerned with this whole thing, if anyone who’s important to him needs him, they’ll call.

[ginnotkin]

“I’m.. I’m not powerful to stop D*nald Tr*mp.. I thought it would be funny. I thought it was a joke. Now he’s out of control. I’m.. I’m sorry.. Forgive me.. Bernie.. San..”

GIN-SAN IS FUCKING DEAD.

[consumat]

          ❝ Overdramatic asshole. ❞

[godlightning-deactivated2019112]

“The hell is a chuckie?”

[consumat]

          ❝ An annoyance, like you. Now beat it, kid.❞