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In that moment. All he could think to do was stare at the woman.
隻眼の梟-- “Hello again, Koutarou-san! What’cha staring at? Finally gone slack-jawed due to my beauty?” She teased, pointing her pencil accusingly at the Dove.
“Heh, just kidding! Still, it’s odd to see you in casual clothes... it’s a Saturday so it’s probably your day off and you come to this cafe? How odd...”
隻眼の梟—
[How cute…]
The twin-tailed woman was petite and seemed a tad bit skittish— it brought a warm smile to the writer’s face as she embraced her human persona. It was only during these times that she gave any thought to empathy or expressing genuine emotion.
It was when the girl came closer that Takatsuki’s expression shifted minutely. She smelled similar to a half-ghoul, but there was something missing, replaced by a scent similar to that found in hospital wings.
[Ah, almost like an artificial half-ghoul…]
“Hello, dear! You’re very cute; I see you have a limited edition copy of one of my books— how nice! It’s always humbling to see people going the extra mile when it comes to my writings. Ah, anyway, apologies for the rambling; I just get so excited when I see adorable people such as yourself. Now, whose name should I write this out to?”
“It’s not my copy actually, it’s my superior’s he really really likes your works and he’s always so busy so i thought i’d get him one of his books signed….”she trailed off, her hand tugging on her hair lightly, how enthusiastic this woman seemed it was a bit reassuring to saiko, she seemed very kind.
Continuing to play with her hair she continued to talk to her “It’s no problem really, and t-thanks i don’t get compliments like that very often,” saiko found the author very pretty as well but she kept her mouth closed instead reesponding to the matter at hand.”Um it’s for sasaki haise, and thank you very much for doing this.”
Saiko bowing her head polietly to the woman before remarking what she had meant to do before.”u-um you’re really pretty!”
隻眼の梟-- “Ah, thank you! Though I can’t imagine why you wouldn’t get lovely compliments-- you’re as pretty as a rose!”
[a white rose dyed blue-- perhaps innocent and then immersed in tragedy]
Taking the book from the girl’s pale hands, the writer gave her a business card in return. “Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I sense such a sadness from you; take it as a writer’s gut instinct, but when you choose a profession like this you end up pretty good at reading people. I’d hate for a little rose like you to whither just as it began to bloom. If you ever need anything, just call the cell phone number. I know that sometimes all we need is someone to talk to.” She winked, scribbling the name Sasaki Haise on the inside cover in red ink.
A sneer briefly formed on her lips as she hid her face with the book, presenting it back to the girl.
[I’ve found one of your friends, dearie~]
eto-the-owl
(♟)-
Matsumae’s small hands ran over the table at the coffee shop, she was waiting for someone, more specifically a woman to meet up with her. She had used her status as a teacher, She wanted to interview the writer of the The Black Goat’s Egg. Even though this was something she had done for her students, Matsumae was still star-struck when she saw the woman walk in.
隻眼の梟-- Running twenty minutes late was normal for the lithe woman-- running twenty minutes late in the pouring rain and not having an umbrella, however, was a new incident for the writer.
Water dripped from her long sea-green hair as she gave a bow in apology, taking a seat opposite of the teacher. “Sorry for the delay, Matsumae-san! My alarm didn’t go off this morning!”
♨
♨ Our muses both have the same favorite coffee shop. Today it’s unusually busy and they are forced to share a table
隻眼の梟-- The little coffee shop is surprisingly crowded for a weekday. The writer plops down in her usual spot by the window, relieved that her seat is free. It takes a single glance to realize that it was the last open table.
Just as she pulls out her laptop and notepad, another female enters, looking around the room before making eye-contact with Eto. Moments later she slips innocously into the opposite chair, looking carefully at the short menu of drinks and pastries.
[Ah, interesting...]
With a wide grin, Eto speaks, assuming that this girl could make for an interesting companion, if her appearance was any predictor. “Hello, dear! Have you been here before? If not, I’d definitely recommend the iced coffee; it’s not too sweet and fairly cheap for a little shop like this. Ah, apologies for the rambling; my name is Takatsuki Sen. Pleased to meet you!”
Meet-Cute Starters
Send a symbol for our muses to meet:
(^._.^)ﾉ A stray cat made its way into my muse’s house. Going to the address on the cat’s collar they end up at your muse’s door
♓ Both of our muses have been stood up in the same restaurant - seeing yours, my muse suggests they eat together
(*_*) My muse had fallen for yours - literally! Too busy staring, they weren’t looking where they were going and tripped right in front of your muse
☎ My muse has been locked out and your muse is the only neighbor at home
♒ My muse wasn’t looking where they were going and just bumped into yours, spilling their coffee everywhere
✈ Our muses are both booked on the same flight which has just been delayed
♨ Our muses both have the same favorite coffee shop. Today it’s unusually busy and they are forced to share a table
(✖‿✖) Our muses have been set up on a blind date together
/(◉౪◉)\ Our muses pass each other as they are both taking their dogs for a walk. Apparently having made best friends, the dogs refuse to be parted
؟ Your muse left their bag somewhere. My muse used the contents to locate the owner and return the bag
ooc: spring break is over, bleghhh i’ll be on less often now tho my replies are always sporadic lol so thanks for understanding, guys~ talk to you lovelies later :3
;; [headcanon]
Before the war in the 20th ward, Eto had seen her father only a handful of times. Yoshimura was the ‘thorn at her side.’ He had been absent from her life until well into her teenage years where the horrors of being a naturally born half-ghoul had solidified her hate for both sides-- at this point, no amount of kindness or good intentions would keep her off the path to chaos and revenge. She grew up thinking she was a monster, having to live like a monster to survive, and eventually, submitting to the monster inside of her-- losing her ability to empathize.
The first time they met Yoshimura told her was that he loved her short hair-- that it suited her. As such, Eto stopped cutting her hair, which is why it reaches the small of her back and is so messy and unkempt. She despises her father with every fiber of her being and will do anything to make him suffer for ‘abandoning’ her as a baby.
We Are Family ~
Artist ~ あやとき
Mama Haise and Baby Kanekis..!
[mercy]- closed rp w/aoichusu
隻眼の梟-- Walking down the near deserted streets of the 20th ward’s ‘ghoul district’ the young writer hummed without fear, glasses perched harmlessly on the bridge of her nose. She had a late conference with her publisher, leading to the half-ghoul to be more interested in crawling into bed instead of a midnight snack.
Still, as she passed by one of the darker alleyways she heard quite the commotion; screams, a few profanities-- the scent in the air was strictly ghoul. As such, her curiosity got the better of her as she skipped along, finding a younger ghoul being pinned down next to a pair of dumpsters.
Wordlessly, she pressed a finger to her lips, hoping that the ghoul in distress would take the hint. He did and remained quiet as she crept behind the violent ghoul, easily kicking off his head in a fluid decapitation manner.
“You alright, dear?” She questioned, offering a hand to the startled ghoul with a wide grin.
[Perhaps I’ve found another member for Aogiri Tree...]
aoichusu
tuecayo would seidou wear these?
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“It is such a pleasure to meet you! I’m sorry, I’ve been reading all of your books lately. Your books are the first that I remember reading and wow! I can see why you’re a best seller. Sorry, am I rambling? Ah, I think I’m rambling. That tends to happen when I get really excited.” It was quite obvious that Haise was over joyed to make it to this book signing with the famous author. He scratched at his cheek nervously, holding his book close to his chest.
隻眼の梟--The writer gave a wide grin, shaking her head. “No, I like your enthusiasm. It’s not everyday that I come across someone who really enjoys my books. Nowadays, people speak to me simply due to the notoriety around my name.”
There was a glint of interest in her eyes, highlighted by her observance of the man. His hair made him stand out, a mess of white and black curls which framed his face rather nicely. Yet, she couldn’t help but think that she had seen his onyx eyes somewhere before...
Breathing in a soft breath, the scent hit her immediately.
[I’ve found you, Kaneki-kun]
She laughed, settling a hand to her cheek. She pointed expectantly to the book clutched by the inspector. “Now look who’s rambling; it’s my turn to apologize. Anyway, who should I sign this book to? Kanji and meaning would also be appreciated, dear!”
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Despite the fact she’s bad with social situations and people generally she wanted to do something nice for sasaki, so upon finding out one of his favourite authors was around signing books she took it upon herself to go get him a signed book. she was next in line now tapping her cheek nervously as she waited her turn to be called up.
She was about to meet a fairly famous person after all. clutching the novel to her chest she stepped forward upon hearing the next and shuffled close to the table she was at.”Um h-hello,”
隻眼の梟--
[How cute...]
The twin-tailed woman was petite and seemed a tad bit skittish-- it brought a warm smile to the writer’s face as she embraced her human persona. It was only during these times that she gave any thought to empathy or expressing genuine emotion.
It was when the girl came closer that Takatsuki’s expression shifted minutely. She smelled similar to a half-ghoul, but there was something missing, replaced by a scent similar to that found in hospital wings.
[Ah, almost like an artificial half-ghoul...]
“Hello, dear! You’re very cute; I see you have a limited edition copy of one of my books-- how nice! It’s always humbling to see people going the extra mile when it comes to my writings. Ah, anyway, apologies for the rambling; I just get so excited when I see adorable people such as yourself. Now, whose name should I write this out to?”
隻眼の梟— What an obedient pet!
Unlike a certain group of mask-wearing Clowns, Eto was the type to keep her promises. The poor man deserved a brief respite— from Tatara, anyway.
Dark eyes watched the boy eat his own limb while tears fell from his cheeks. The sound of bones crunching against teeth echoed in the dimly lit torture cell, the only other sound being his sobs and Eto’s gasp of surprise. Looks like the organization was right in picking Seidou-kun, even if he had seemed weak. Truth be told, he had almost died during the operation to turn him into an artificial half-ghoul and Eto had lost all interest in him.
But now he had definitely proven himself. “Good boy…” She cooed, gently ruffling his hair as he fed on himself.
“I’ll tell Tara-kun to leave you alone for a week. That’s how long it should take for your arm to regrow, after all. I’m proud of you, Seidou-kun. What a brave little D O V E~” She giggled, continuing to run her fingers through his course hair.
A week. That didn’t feel as long as it was. It felt like she was promising a minute to breath rather than a week to recover. He’d spend the week healing, holding onto the numb of an arm as it regrew. It was such an unholy sight. He had witnessed it once before but he still hated the idea of it.
“M-my family…?” he sobbed as she ran her hands through his hair. He felt so pathetic as if he gave into the devil’s offer. He shouldn’t get her compliments and affectionate attention. She was a monster that would soon enough devour his friends without a second thought.
隻眼の梟-- “They’ll remain unharmed. Do not worry, little one~” She promised, pulling his head into her lap. She continued to stroke his hair in a surprisingly gentle manner, humming to herself.
“You know, I really like you, Seidou-kun. Such strength and courage is hard to come by, even among ranking officers in Aogiri. If only you weren’t cursed by tragedy...” She mused, thoughts drifting to Kaneki Ken. Seidou was supposed to be a new tragedy-- a replacement for their lost toy. A much more obedient pet.
[I like you much more than Kaneki Ken-- you’re much easier to manipulate]
“ Oh! I’m incredibly flattered, Miss Takatsuki, but I probably— I mean I really shouldn’t— “
The Blind Owl? Her next book sounded interesting in its title alone. Then again, he had been a huge fan of her works, from The Black Goat’s Egg to The Hanged Man’s MacGuffin. This was honestly a tantalizing offer in its own, and though he shouldn’t, his curiosity was getting the better of him. After all, it was for only a half hour, right? No longer?
“ Well… If it’s only half an hour, then I should be able to oblige you, Miss Takatsuki. “
隻眼の梟-- Eto grinned widely, reaching to shake the Dove’s hand in earnest. “Thank you, Sasaki-kun! Trust me, you won’t regret this!”
Ushering the boy into the coffee shop, she pointed to one of the tables by the window. “This spot is my favorite; you can do a lot of people watching. It really helps when I need inspiration.”
Settling into the chair opposite of Sasaki, the emerald-haired woman waved down a waiter, getting an iced coffee for herself.
“What would you like, dear? I’ll pay for your drink since I’m taking up your valuable time.”
[crowned jester]- closed rp w/polycoria
Everything about how they were could be a lie, and even the truths could be deceitful.
They knew how to mislead, had been doing it all their life.
Even those closest to them didn’t know the whole truth behind them.
They saw that in Eto, as well. Though they had ideas as two what was beneath the bandages. Theories, really. But theories were always where one should start~
They carefully wrapped the masks; there were quite a few of them, all set up back here.
“…music, mostly. I find myself in concerts, sometimes. Though I also work on art projects that aren’t masks, you know.”
They swipe off dust from a particular mask before wrapping it, passing it off.
“And the occasional date, and the less occasional ‘date’.”
隻眼の梟-- A curious look befell the petite woman as she hopped off the desk, taking the wrapped masks from the ghoul’s hands. Their ‘hobbies’ were to be expected-- music, other forms of art, but what really stuck out was their final sentence. Just what was the mask maker implying? Did they mean dates of the sexual nature... or of something more akin to ghouls-- that of luring in prey to eat.
Briefly, Eto remembered a time when she did that. It was oh so easy to act like a frail or wounded girl, perhaps slipping in the deep pitfalls of snow that happened around this season, or simply looking lost. It gave her a buffet of people to partake in--
it was a shame her tastes had changed to only truly enjoying ghoul flesh. After enough cannibalism, something had occurred, warping her taste-buds into craving only the flesh of other ghouls.
Instead, she pressed the mask maker on a different subject.
“Ah, so what sort of art project are you working on now? Perhaps using the blood of humans to create paintings? I saw something like that hung up in an art gallery-- it was really beautiful.” She rambled from beneath the bandages, remembering the art exhibit well.
[starter-call]
working on drafts, but feel free to like this post if you want a starter; i’ve gotten a few new followers that i really wanna rp with but i am a shy pineapple soooo *drops post and runs away*
