we are different than them.

shuu tsukiyama of tokyo ghoul, aff. with isola radiale

[shouty-y]

[gourmetsucre]

@perfectblackrose​ // starter call. 

He leans in, a hand reaching out to touch the flower that grows in one of the gardens. He’s thinking about too many thoughts, including but not limited to those beginning with Kaneki, Aogiri, Kanae. It feels so far away to him at present, but still within reach somehow. He doesn’t mind the constant reminders of them everywhere he goes -- those that he’s fought, those who fought for him, those who he would lay down his life for. They blend together, sometimes.

He’s broken from his thoughts as he looks up, a small little smile on his face. His head tilts and he extends a hand in welcome. “Are you enjoying the dying flora as I am, mon cherie?”

[gourmetsucre]

reosceni​:

||  █ ▌— yuri glances up from the notebook he’d been writing in and smiles back, though his expression is more guarded. he’s a naturally paranoid creature, a bird perched on a ledge about to take flight at the slightest sign of danger.

not that this man seems particularly… anything, just yet. yuri can’t tell from a glance, after all. still, he’s a naturally paranoid thing. his smile doesn’t show it, though. he’s all confidence. ❝ good afternoon. i’m sure there’s a reason you wanted to sit and chat with little old me, right? ❞

His smile is bright and cheerful -- not guarded, not in the least. He resists the urge to run his tongue along his teeth, to feel the deceptively harmless shape of them. He doesn’t though, instead he breathes through his nose and --

Ah, something different. He smiles more.

“I noticed your notebook,” he lies, and rests instead his cheek on the palm of his hand. Eyes blink slowly in flirtation, he looks down at his own index finger still tracing the patterns on the table. “You are the only one sitting alone, did you not want company?”

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@inaydoshi // starter call.

He shifts his weight, one leg goes over the other as he sips on his coffee. It’s rather bland and rather tasteless, this one, but it’s better than when people put sugar and milk into the beverage without asking first. How rude! As if Shuu wouldn’t know his own tastes, or perhaps it’s to mask the plainness and overly bitterness of their own brew. For shame.

He sticks an arm out and blocks another man from entering the cafe. He sips his drink again before popping off the lid and pouring it into the grass nearby. “Mon amie, if you know of any place that will serve simple, basic brew, one with more flavor than here -- please show me!”

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@lxnarprophet​ // starter call.

Eyes shift, narrow, and his head tilts up. He pauses, one hand to his chin and the other wrapped around his warm coffee. There’s nothing in it, it’s black not because he hates the taste of sugar and milk, but because as a ghoul he cannot drink it with any additives. It’s never bothered him before -- it’s not as if he's similar to sweet Kaneki, where he was able to have human food before his transformation, and now cannot.

Though, with what little he can eat, Shuu does get by. And he does so with class and elegance.

He lets out a soft little sigh and tilts his head back, listening. He sniffs the air but it just smells like coffee, oddly it’s his hearing that gives away that someone is approaching. He hums and steps back, turning and smiling with a flourish of his hand.

“Ah! A companion, I see! Come to enjoy an evening stroll as well, mon amie?”

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@reosceni​ // starter.

Shuu’s hungry, of course. He’s always a little hungry, and very willing to get in trouble if it means finding the most delectable of meals. His palette is so refined that only the finest will do, of course -- so it makes sense that he finds himself in search of such a meal.

He finds what he’s looking for, and immediately slides into the seat across from the stranger. Leaning his head in his hand he smiles and begins to draw on the table with the tip of his finger. “Hello, monsieur.”

[nicostiel]

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*does a backflip* back at it again at krispy kreme isola! like this for a starter on shuu <3

[isolaradiale]

hello hello! I'm here to reapp Shuu Tsukiyama of Tokyo Ghoul. His app is still under /app. Thank you so much!

Welcome back to scene Isola Radiale, Shuu!

You will be housed in HOUSE 116!

You will retain everything you had previously!

-          ⋆ Aspidiske

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gardenwreath‌:

“Uhhhhhh.”

Oh, this was hard. Hairu really didn’t know what to say. She wasn’t an investigator, she didn’t have a proper job. She had no label, at least not one that she could tell a stranger.

“I’m… Hairu?” Well, that was probably good enough.

A change of subject, thank goodness; Hairu was grateful, since she could at least talk about clothing. A sheepish smile highlights her features.

“Eh, uhm, well… there’s a lot of shops I like at the mall in Golden Ward. Have you been there?”

Shuu didn’t seem to pick up on the nervous energy that Hairu was giving off. Instead, he just offered a hand and a smile, his eyes closing as the expression lit up his whole face. “My name is Shuu. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

He opened his eyes as he watched her. “And I’m very happy that I’ve met you, oui! If it means I have someone to show me around, that is. I’d very much like to see these shops, if you’ll take me. How long have you been in the city?”

Shuu’s whole demeanor was one of friendliness; the casual vibe he was giving off definitely something that he practiced, but still felt natural -- like a second skin. 

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@harliquinn​ || starter call.

Under different circumstances, he might note how fun her outfit is. He might compliment her, ask her to tell him all her fashion secrets over coffee. Perhaps he would have given his own opinions, depending on how the conversation went. 

As it stands, Shuu is holding his side where a quinque had cut into him. It’s deep enough that it would have harmed a normal human but Shuu is neither human nor normal. His eyes, red and black, stare into the stranger’s and a slow smile creeps across his face.

“Do you mind helping me?”

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@redmooned​ || starter call.

He’s not one to reach out and protect others. He doesn’t go out of his way, and even after Kaneki helped him to see humans as complicated creatures with feelings he doesn’t see the need to be someone’s savior.

So it does surprise him when he summons his kagune and it wraps around his arm, ready to stand between the onslaught of attackers and the woman. He realizes, a fraction too late, that these white coated, brief-case holding people are perhaps more interested in him than the other.

He falters only for a moment. “Can you fight, mon amie?” he asks, arm forward as he readies himself to attack. 

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@perfectblackrose​ || starter call. 

Everyone has to fight their demons. Shuu has had to on multiple occasions, sometimes they came in the form of friends turned enemy, sometimes they emerged with white coats and briefcases.

Shuu had known something was wrong when he saw the first of the doves. He’d seen them from a distance, far enough away that he could hide and not be seen. He hadn’t tried yet to summon his kagune even if he could feel it, like a limb that was missing and now returned.

Another one comes so close, and Shuu ducks into a mostly-empty alley. He could take on one by himself, surely, but the fact that there were multiple had him worried. His eyes grow wide, and he stares at another resident with mild panic.

“Excuse me! Do you think you can help me?”

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i probably won’t get to them before tomorrow, but !! starter call for the event, specifically part two !! for those unfamiliar with his canon, Shuu is a ghoul and his powers have some heavy cannibalism / body horror tw. i’ll cap this at three, with castmates, as always, exempt !!

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gardenwreath‌:

Hairu watches, trying to understand the expressions this man makes. They were so… so full of emotion, so much so that she struggled to truly gain meaning from them. People who could be so very expressive, she found it so very endearing. Thankfully, her admiration of such characteristics ensured that Hairu listened to what this man had to say properly. Of course, even if she heard all that he said, that did not mean she understood it. In fact, Hairu had absolutely no idea what this man was talking about.

“What.”

“Hairdresser? Me? No, I’m…” Wait, she wasn’t an investigator anymore, so that wasn’t right. “I’m just… uh. I’m not a hairdresser… Do I look like one?”

Hairu didn’t consider herself especially stylish, but maybe he thought so. How nice of him, she thinks.

Shuu gasps in surprise and puts a hand to his chest, as if this shocks him to his core. The woman had given him the impression that she very much was a fashionista, someone who helped others achieve their ideal self through the art of haircutting. He could have sworn. 

Regardless, even if she wasn’t -- he thought she had talent. Maybe she didn’t have as much of an eye for things like patterns that he did, but he wouldn’t rule out the possibility. 

“Well,” he says, eyes a little wide with surprise. “If that is the case, and you’re not a hairdresser, then what are you? I really do like your sense of style. It’s unique.” He offers her another smile, a genuine one at that. “You have to show me where you’ve gone shopping, I’ve only gotten here recently and I am at a loss as to where to start.”

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fierydaggers‌:

      the series of dance parties in the fibonacci ward isn’t where many would assume ignis to be, lest they knew him particularly well. despite his uptight demeanor, he was the type to wish to relax from time to time, and where better to relax than at one of the few events at this festival that didn’t require use of one’s eyes. he also enjoyed dancing, and the atmosphere of a party like this. nightlife here is different from the insomnian flavour, but it’s interesting.

      he likes it. that’s really what it comes down to. he enjoys dancing, moving. he’s getting less clumsy without his eyesight and, moreover, there are enough people dancing inelegantly that he is hardly in the way by comparison. he, at least, has grace.

      he’s getting himself a beverage when he feels a tap on his shoulder, and smiles at the familiar voice. shuu was a friendly enough individual when last they spoke–it was a pleasant conversation. he isn’t here looking for conversation, per se, but he’s glad to hear someone familiar regardless.

      “ i am. the music here is delightful–i even think i heard a song from my own world, one that was popular a few years ago. ”

Shuu’s smile is so wide at his new friend’s words. It’s good to see him in high spirits -- Ignis had given him the impression that perhaps he didn’t ‘let loose’ as much as he should be allowed to. Shuu flings his arms out, motioning to the party around him though his companion cannot see, and smiles even wider.

“Isn’t it, though? Oh! I’m having a wonderful time,” he sighs, then brings his hand to his face and rubs the bridge of his nose. “It’s just a shame I haven’t found anyone to dance with yet. I had wished to show off some of my skillset.”

He half turns and looks at the scene before him, with the myriad of dancing styles that people of different worlds had brought. An idea comes to his mind and he inclines his head in Ignis’ direction. “Care to show me how a Lucian advisor dances, mon amie?”

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@kizuatto​ // event!

Shuu watches as the other people make the latte art -- it’s something he never attempted, in part because he simply could not drink the creation, but also because the coffee shops he tended to frequent never made lattes. It’s interesting to watch, though, and it’ll definitely help cure his boredom. “Hm,” he muses, looking to the person next to him. He motions to one of the competitors and tilts his head. “What do you think they are trying to make?”