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@etosen
// ...... hello
❛❛ Young? Well I wouldn’t say that, if we’re talking age you don’t look a day past eighteen. I wish I knew your secret. ❜❜
After handing the book over and watching her sign it. He had to admit he was quite excited for this. He’d probably have to put it somewhere safe and away from any possible damage.. Let alone someone stealing it. Though it wasn’t like anyone in the Quinx would want it that badly.
❛❛ Haise Sasaki, it’s a pleasure to meet you. ❜❜
❝ My, a flatterer! Sasaki-kun, huh? What a cute name. It suits you. ❞
| | She hummed, writing a little note under her autograph addressed to one Haise Sasaki, including a small tidbit about how it was nice to meet him and how she hoped to see him again and such-and-such. Her quaint demeanor quickly took a more enthusiastic approach, and she grinned, pointing her pen at him inquisitively.
❝ Now, tell me, is that your natural hair color?! ❞
❛❛ Takatsuki Sen correct? My name is Haise Sasaki, I am quite the fan of your work. I do have something to sign.. ❜❜
Well, obviously he had something to sign. It was a book signing. Reaching into his bag, Haise pulled out one of the books she had written before opening up to the front cover’s page to sign it.
❛❛ If it’s not too personal, this book is one of my favorites, I was wondering what gave you inspiration for it. ❜❜
@etosen
❝ Welcome! Oh-- yes, yes, of course!
Ah, The Black Goat’s Egg? My, a fan of dark themes, aren’t you! I draw inspiration from the places I go, the people I meet. Every person, every place, has a story to tell. I just try to put it into words, if that makes sense? ❞
| | When the next guest arrived at her little table, her eyes widened, bright and enthusiastic. Head propped upon her folded hands, she leaned forward curiously, fixated on the book he brought out. Of course Eto knew who he was, she’d noticed his presence the moment he entered through the door. Little Ken Kaneki, the poor dear, corrupted once again and turned into another one of the CCG’s henchmen. He would do much better under her own organization, she thought. Pulling the book towards her, she signed Takatsuki Sen, and looked up at him.
❝ Now, young man, what might your name be? ❞
(( guess who’s back, back again, eto’s back, tell a friend ))
did u assassinate jfk? askin for a friend....
-- Whistles --
IF TAKA MEANS "HAWK" OR "EAGLE" AND TSUKI MEANS "MOON" COULDN'T IT JUST BE LIKE "MOON HAWK" AS A REFERENCE TO A FUCKING OWL. HER NAME COULD BE JUST A STUPID WAY TO SAY OWL.
(( I COME BACK AFTER NINE MONTHS TO SEE THIS IN MY INBOX ))
.another signing
sxlamente
; Next in line, please!
❝ Hello-- Ah, sir, are you alright? You look deathly ill. ❞
.manners 101
He simply stares at her for awhile, not fully comprehending what she was saying. He had started to calm down in his manner of speaking compared to three years ago, and he deemed himself of having good bonds. Bonds that will help him during Aogiri raids or just obtaining information.
”Isn’t talking considered a way of bonding?”
❝ Jeez, when Kaneki-kun broke your bones, was one of them by any chance your skull? ❞
| | Of course it was meant as a joke, but the harshness was still there. Eto had a twisted sense of humor-- in her mind, as long as he hadn't died, it was a perfectly acceptable thing to tease about. Even she had formed bonds with some of the Aogiri members, particularly those among the upper ranks, like Noro and Tatara.
❝ It's not bonding if you don't bond from it! Talk to her, ask her about her favorite things. Not everything has to be business, you know. Live a little! ❞
-- ooc; [ like this post for a short starter! mutuals only please! ]
.manners 101
Eto never seemed to fail in confusing Ayato. Apparently he did everything wrong despite being 17. He’s nice enough to her, and they are in the Aogiri Tree. Getting along is good enough.
"Isn’t it enough that we talk?”
❝ 'Course not! Even if you don't think you need to make better bonds with people, she does. If you aren't gonna do it for yourself, at least do it for her, okay? ❞
| | Sheesh, kids were tough. In all honesty, she just wanted them to have what she never did. Growing up alone is incredibly taxing on the mind and body, and while independence is good in some situations, cutting yourself off from the rest of the world was no way to live.
What or who followed was there and gone in the space of seconds. It was terribly unnerving. On the wood lined street even more so. But the culprit certainly didn’t wish to be found, so he finds himself forcing his back straight, moving on as if nothing odd was occurring at all.
Or that he didn’t feel like there was someone or something watching. Granted that could always be paranoia but it was unpleasant nevertheless. He could at least keep going about his shopping…he supposes. Whatever chose to follow, or not, could. Tag along.
Stop looking over your shoulder Yomo there is no-one there.
| | Pretending that nothing's there, so she noticed. But that didn't seem to distract him from the fleeting inclination of her presence, which filled the kakuja with a form of twisted amusement. Such was the life of an enigmatic creature. He was nervous, she could tell, despite him putting on airs of indifference. Eto reached over to snap a small twig from the branches she perched on, then flicked it in his direction. Should he fall for the distraction and turn his attention to the location it came from, the bandaged ghoul would not be there, but rather a few meters ahead on the path before him, staring with wide, shadowed eyes.
For a second, the brunette ends up believing she’s misheard the other. Asking her for suggestions? The child is no writer, indeed her mind is crafted from the vocabulary of books but to untangle it from her tongue as words and to shape and mold it into a possible story. It sounds so fancy, inked letters a word beyond hers.
❛ Hmm what if, ❜ voice quiets down, eyes shifting here and there as she genuinely falls into deep thought. What does the girl like? Tragedies. For they were so easy to relate to - maybe that was why Eto herself wrote them more than anything else. A ghoul’s life could only be tragic, it seems like the decision that fate has cast on every single one of them.
❛ I always like the idea of two people becoming close…and not realizing that in the future they are forced to be enemies…hate each other, ❜ such a story was always so bittersweet - invigorating her with so much happiness as she feels like a proud guardian of the duo only to sap everything away without a thread of mercy.
| | Forced enemies? Honestly, Eto found that trope a bit cliche. It sounded a lot like that story popular in the western cultures, Romeo and Juliet, was it? But they didn't wind up hating eachother in the end. They did die, though. Mulling the idea over a bit in her head, she hummed to herself and kicked at tiny rocks on the ground as the two walked. In fact, it sort of reminded her of Kaneki.
❝ For such a cute and innocent-looking little girl, you sure do enjoy morbid things, huh? Maybe...❞
.manners 101
Eto should know fully well that Ayato had a hard time understanding gigantic words despite how old he is. But apparently she’ll use them anyways. He acts as if he understood what timorous meant by not questioning it.
”Still, it should be fine the way it is, right? It’s not like I’ll harm her if I don’t need to.”
❝ Oi, see, there you go again! ❞
| | A light whack towards his shoulder would be the physical manifestation of her exasperation. He just didn't understand, did he? What a stubborn little baby.
❝ That's not the point, dummy! You've gotta be her friend! ❞
.the rose whisperer?
Usually other’s wouldn’t ask many questions about the flower and would brush it off as him being slightly insane or left the conversation. This woman however, seemed rather interested in the rose’s marvelous abilities. Kanae, gullible as he was, was unaware of the sarcasm that couldn’t be told through her tone.
❝It speaks too - only the wisest of words.❞
❝ Really? Like what? ❞
| | Alright, now she just sounded downright excited. Like a child who had just won the biggest stuffed animal at the fair. This guy wasn't the brightest, in case the whole talking to flowers thing wasn't evidence of that enough. Removing the glasses from her face, she hooked them into the front of her shirt before clasping hands together.
etosen
He’s observed on many occasions how the movements of people change from day to night. What is usually a cheerful gait is suddenly much more hunched, careful of where they step. Voices bright and carrying become hushed. Do they (humans) automatically sense danger in the night?
Or just become more aware of it.
Truly it walks among them, regardless of the timestamp. If one were ever to pay attention you could clearly see the things that go bump in the night (or day) by the way they remain unchanged. Monsters fear nothing but other monsters, and they know what to look for.
Granted that moniker could be applied to those who don’t eat flesh, but that’s another matter entirely.
For tonight, Renji finds himself preoccupied, remunerating a few odds and ends he needed to complete before Monday, pick up a few bodies, get some coffee beans. You know. The usual.
The cold wet weather clings to his jacket like a lonely cat, feet splashing here and there in puddles on the sidewalk. A scent in the air catches his attention for a split moment…and then it’s gone. Hm. His eyes go to slits as he turns off the beaten path into something far darker and, with luck, less easily seen.
Errands can wait for a moment.
| | That was him, right? Right? The one who recaptured Rize from Kanou's lab. Eto observed from a distance, rocking lightly from side to side in a childish manner. He seemed to be able to detect her presence, and as such, she moved to a more secluded location. Leaning over to stare from the branches of a tall tree, the damp wood was hardly given any attention from the bandage-clad ghoul.
-- What a strange man... --
.manners 101
A moment was taken to think, letting Eto’s words slowly seep in. He never thought much as to why he didn’t have much interactions. It was mostly his and other executive’s subordinates who were reluctant to go near him.
”It’s fine if I only talk to a few people, isn’t it? Hinami doesn’t seem to be afraid of me.”
❝ Perhaps afraid isn't the right word. She isn't afraid of you, per se, but rather of talking to you. A better word might be... -- timorous. ❞
| | While it was true that Ayato really didn't need tons of friends, he could stand to strengthen some relationships here and there. Especially with people his own age.
.sweet dreams
"Who would want to return something as amazing as you?” Ukina smiled and placed her hand on her chest. “I definitely wouldn’t. Then again, I’ve never really been like everyone else. Uniqueness runs in your genes.”
❝ Dad would, apparently. ❞
| | Eto scoffed, avoiding her mother's gaze. It's not as though she really cared what Ukina thought about her relationship with her father-- after all, this wasn't real, right? Just a dream, or a hallucination, or maybe some combination of the two-- but there was a fleeting sense of shame, if only for a moment.