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Kenaki Ken // Tokyo Ghoul Roleplay Blog // Wishful Crossing affiliated

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This is goat-ing out of hand. 

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Oh, look. More food-based festivities that Kaneki can’t participate in. ...All this obsessive shit is annoying. People really are emotional eaters. It’s almost sickening, and sad, in a way.  Kaneki continues to lament, until he notices an egg twitching--and beginning to hop. Not expecting anything in particular, Kaneki cracks the plastic open to reveal a small frog. He can’t help but smile at the little creature’s confusion in its predicament, and he hurries off to deliver it to a water’s edge somewhere so it won’t dry out.  “To think some imbecile would have probably eaten you.”  Frogs are cool. 

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Kaneki clutches at his head, his shaking fingers clenching tight around white strands, threatening to pull them out in clumps with each shallow breath as he hunches over on the floor. It has been too long. He hadn’t found anything he could eat this month. Akio may as well have disappeared, Midna had left without a trace, and anybody else who Kaneki could reasonably turn to had made themselves scarce--which is quite fortunate on their part. Kaneki’s grip on himself is slipping and anyone who is foolish enough to get close isn’t safe.  Even the hospital was short on anything--any cadavers left behind were preserved with formaldehyde, which may as well be like eating cardboard soaked in poison.  In his fatigue and panic, Kaneki had ended up in the community center with a last ditch hope that maybe some coffee could help him calm down long enough to think--but his kagune were out of control by this point, swinging around, knocking things to the floor with a loud crash and even puncturing through the stove top and cabinets. His own senses are so saturated with the overwhelming desire to eat something, that the presence of another startled him and he stops moving all together. Horrified, he turns to where he thinks they might be--of course, this is bad--he can’t let anyone near him now. By no means are they safe. 

“Please, go away!” Kaneki’s voice cracks, weak with fighting back the desire to act on his instincts to hunt down the savory smell.  “J-just go away...don’t make me do it...” 

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If it were up to Kaneki, he wouldn’t be stalking the seemingly unsuspecting woman as she went about her daily routine–

Who is he kidding. Nothing has been up to Kaneki; not ever. There’s no sense in rationalizing his own will to survive--if he even wants to call it that at this point.

It had been a week, though. He had learned this woman’s name is Lucina, and that she is very close to someone named Severa. She is of royal descent and very kind–almost too much for her own good.

And it drives Kaneki mad how good she smells.

That’s all he can allow himself to do. He had sworn since the beginning to never go down that path. He accepts his monstrous nature, sure, but if he has control over anything at all anymore, it’s his resistance to become like the garden variety ghoul and begin killing humans, even for his own survival. Look--or in this case, smell--but don’t touch. 

God, that scent–

It was one regular evening that Kaneki had taken to following Lucina’s usual path. He is careful to stay far enough away to avoid detection, but close enough to be within the thresholds of smelling ambrosia--it must be a ‘royal blood’ thing. In his slight intoxication, he almost missed it--but they weren’t alone. Someone had peeked out of a parked car window, appearing to shift around in their seat before producing a knife. Seriously? Kaneki could almost roll his eyes at the cliché, but the man is moving quick, opening the car door and springing out to catch Lucina by surprise. A second man is fast approaching from the other side, also carrying a knife. They both resembled the gang members Izaya had described, itching to do whatever arbitrary act of violence suited their fancy.

Kaneki doesn’t wait. In moments, he sprints to Lucina’s side, moving in front of her with his kagune exposed and striking down both men in one sweep. One moves to crawl away, as the other reveals a gun and begins unloading it in Kaneki’s direction. He almost laughs in response, as kagune stretch to grab the fleeing man by the ankle and swinging him right into the man with the gun, before stabbing right through the abdomens of them both.

Then again, to make sure they’re dead.

Once more, just for fun.

“Disgusting…” he finally says, before turning to make sure Lucina is still okay and hadn’t tried to run away or kill him herself now that he’s completely exposed what he is.

“…You okay?”

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( Kaneki needs activity sooooo starter call! no caps!

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“Please, don’t come any closer.” 

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      Wandering the night was normal, to her. Though she had tried many times to become more accustomed to the presented schedule for sleeping and waking, she was a nocturnal creature. She just couldn’t force herself to sleep through the night and use all of her energy during the day.

      She hadn’t expected naturally diurnal beings to wander as she had, however. She was aware that there were some of the race that would refuse to sleep, or couldn’t find the ability to sleep or stay asleep..but the one she’d stumbled upon seemed to be..almost completely active. Curious, she’d silently followed them–until she was noticed.

      She did stop, when instructed, instead moving to tilt her head and body to try and get a better look at the “human” she’d followed.

“…Why awake..? Human sleep during night, yes..? You..okay?”

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Why did it have to be a little girl...

The isolation that the island perpetuates makes it all too easy to grow complacent over a great number of things: Kaneki is not in the same hostile environment, no disputes over territory or competition, no ghouls to worry about in general. Without that same established community, though, Kaneki has been left to fend for himself-- something he had never been good at or even willing to do. This has left him in a bind now that the inevitable had taken hold, that Kaneki would get hungry. 

In a bout of famine-induced mindlessness, Kaneki struck down the closest human--a middle-aged man, unassuming and alone--without discrimination. It didn’t take much for the hunger to satiate. It never does. All this effort, all this grief, for a measly mouthful. 

Kaneki recedes further into the shadows, kicking away the corpse that lay at his feet, delivered with a dull thud as a bony limb hit the dumpster behind him. He only grunts at first, casting his eyes away. She may be a little girl, but she does not seem to be human from what Kaneki can sense and that means that she is safe from him. That does not mean Kaneki is wiling to let another hapless soul learn of his own monstrous nature tonight. 

“I...” Kaneki croaks, bringing a hand to cover the blood that surely splashed across his face. He almost doesn’t recognize the sensation, as it had been so long but Kaneki had begun to tremble.  “Don’t even look at me. You should go.” 

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“Please, don’t come any closer.” 

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Yo.

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Kaneki didn’t sleep. He had stayed up all night, reading books, playing Tetris and drinking can after can of coffee. He had since stacked them into a five-sided pyramid. 

He’s so proud. 

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Is Midna absolutely certain because it involves having people over for dinner–

That was terrible. Try again.

He has no reason not to ask for her help, though. Everyone else falls within the spectrum of batshit and fucking insane (Kaneki being no exception, especially now that he has gone a couple of weeks without eating anything) but Midna might be one of the few people–beings–who fall outside of that.

“I literally eat humans.”

     Oh… Well that’s a bit of a shock. Then again, Midna’s seen some things that no individual should witness. And Kaneki is not a bad person either, so she can only feel a bit indifferent towards the sudden statement.

   “ I see. Well, then I suppose we’re in a bit of a predicament, aren’t we? ” It’s not that bad actually, considering this realm’s customs might be slightly different from anothers– “ I mean, you surely must have a hard time finding willing humans for such an obstacle…

      “ But I will still help you nonetheless. With whatever I can, that is. ”

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He really did just throw that out there casually--but hunger does motivate him to loosen his inhibitions and usual composure. And, as resistant as he had been to trust Midna, she has shown him nothing but kindness. It would be shameful to not, at the very least, reciprocate with some faith in the Twili. She’s not one to judge, after all; actually, she is taking this better than Kaneki could have hoped which is a blessing in itself.  “I don’t...I won’t kill them myself. The ones who die by accident are fine, but suicide victims are preferable, as they have forfeited their lives willingly.” As sad and macabre as that is, it is the option that has the fewest strings of guilt attached. 

“And it’s not like I need to eat a whole human, either. My digestive system is efficient enough that a few bites will suffice and sustain me for a couple of weeks at a time, you see,” Kaneki explained, his expression plain at first but then gradually formed a sincere warmth towards Midna. 

“I...do appreciate your offer to help. Truly. It’s...dangerous for me to go without eating, for more than the obvious starvation.” This is so morbid. 

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Organ donors put their heart into it. 

…On a similar note, he is getting kind of hungry. 

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      Well, she can’t cook hearts but she can find something along the lines of proper sustenance.

   Just ask and you will receive.

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Is Midna absolutely certain because it involves having people over for dinner--

That was terrible. Try again. 

He has no reason not to ask for her help, though. Everyone else falls within the spectrum of batshit and fucking insane (Kaneki being no exception, especially now that he has gone a couple of weeks without eating anything) but Midna might be one of the few people--beings--who fall outside of that. 

“I literally eat humans.” 

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Organ donors put their heart into it. 

...On a similar note, he is getting kind of hungry. 

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Kaneki gladly seats himself in the chair opposite, composed on the outside while struggling internally. He has yet to grow used to being treated like a person all over again–it’s almost culture shock at this point, but it is a welcome change. 

“The smell, that’s how…” he mutters, twirling his pen between his fingers. That sounded much better inside of his head. “Sorry. That’s weird. Anyway, I’m interested in the social dynamics of humans and nonhumans and how the different species mingle…” Kaneki rattles it all off as if he were doing this his whole life, which honestly surprised him. He only just took this up moments ago.  “You could say it is a sociology project of sorts. We are living in quite the melting pot, the perfect environment for a social experiment. We can hope to gain new perspectives through research, and possibly leaving something behind for future island-dwellers…At the very least, it will be nice way to pass the time.” Kaneki shrugs but his lips stretch into a subtle smile. Technically, he isn’t lying. This ruse he has going is giving him the opportunity to be social without coming across like the little weirdo he is–at least, not as much of a weirdo. 

“I appreciate your interest. You can remain anonymous on the blog, but I would like your name for my own personal reference.” That is a very formal way of saying acquaintance, but this has turned into an interview, after all. “The first major question I have is, how has your life changed since living here?” 

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          Eyebrows raise at the other’s reply. Smell, huh? At the very least, Mikleo’s not surprised; passing comments from hellions before already told him he has a nice smell, but as unsettling as the idea that this stranger could tell Mikleo’s being nonhuman by his smell because of past experiences, the seraph merely shrugs and takes the answer in face value. Mikleo’s yet to feel malevolence in this island, and in turn, find hellions.

          Most likely, this guy isn’t out to eat him.

          There’s a smile on Mikleo’s lips—this might be the stranger’s lucky day. Mikleo grew up hand in hand with another human, after all, couldn’t even imagine his life without the human. Er, well, in the end, both Mikleo and Sorey didn’t know a thing about human society that it probably doesn’t even count. Not to mention Mikleo used to be practically invisible to the world—only seen by only two people.

          This research the stranger has going is really interesting, though. Mikleo’s glad he gets to take part in it.

          ‘ i see. that’s interesting. you’ve got a point; the mere fact this place is teeming with both species is enough to spike interest, ’ Mikleo says, ‘ i don’t mind having my name put on your, uh, blog, either. my name is mikleo. ’ He takes his cup to his lips, sipping coffee as he thinks of an answer. To be frank: it changed everything, both good and bad. Does he have to elaborate on his answer, though? Maybe he should just stick on the good part.

          ‘ hmm, it changed for the better. mostly, i suppose, ’ he answers as he puts down his cup, ‘ from where i was, my race is mostly invisible to humans. we are revered as beings of legend, i guess. ’ And he remembers clear as day when he found out that everyone could see him without the Shepherd’s aid, when Sorey came and Mikleo showed him this miracle, and it brings a tender smile in the seraph’s face.

          Sorey’s smile that day was more blinding than usual.

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It is interesting how people--humans--will either revere or fear the beings that are unlike themselves; that is, humans like to see themselves as the standard. Anything outside of that narrow spectrum is to be shrouded in fables of human-centric interpretation. Kaneki has had both the blessing and the curse of experiencing both sides, and he can safely say that he is more at ease living alongside those that fall outside human and ghoul society. 

While that has wildly changed his perspective, Kaneki wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest if this being named Mikleo had curses and blessings of his own. In fact, he anticipates it, but won’t press unless given the consent.

Kaneki listens politely, jotting down a few points that interests him--which, quite honestly, has been what Mikleo had shared thus far. “It is nice to meet you, Mikleo.” Kaneki kept himself poised, careful not to write when Mikleo happened to be speaking as well as offering full eye-contact complete with a smile. He cannot easily remember what it felt like to be interacting like a regular person, but he supposes that he can fake it until he makes it. 

“That is fascinating, yes...Would that be invisible by choice, given your legendary status, or is it because of a human’s inability to see...? It must have been an abrupt change to come here and be seen by other humans either way, heh.” Kaneki has to stop and quietly appreciate what a good thing Solitude has been for him, and hopefully for Mikleo as well. 

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“I like to think I am very...organized...”

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"I wasn’t expecting the graveyard to be so quiet..." 

 "...because of all this coffin...”

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Thank goodness for living amongst people again. Isolation would have probably been what driven Kaneki madder. The best thing about Solitude so far had been the conglomerate of humans and non-humans living together, no big deal about it. Everyone has their own brand of weirdness and destructive tendencies  that for once Kaneki didn’t feel out of place.  Out of cautionary habits, he hadn’t gone out of his way to make friends–at least not with humans, although he has already connected with a few. Kaneki is certain that he won’t lost control again, but his own anxieties create vivid images of himself eating his friends. Keeping his distance would be best, but that’s not a way to live, either. 

What the hell. He could make a blog out of all of his ghoul problems.  Ghoul Problem Number One: Having friends over for dinner 

Tch…how tacky. 

Kaneki spots an odd looking fellow–well, odd by standards that aren’t his. His clothes stand out to him more than anything else. White-ish hair, slightly taller and not human by the smell of him. Piqued by curiosity, Kaneki made to approach but then stopped himself short. There’s probably something wrong with him to be going out of his way to meet people, no matter how similar they may be. Kaneki had also forgotten, he doesn’t have the best social skills. To impose himself on someone based on appearances/scent is rude and uncalled for. 

But then again, he had been toying with the idea of creating a blog. That could be his angle, even if it were on the juvenile side. Boredom and desperation had clawed at him long enough.

“Excuse me. My name is Kaneki Ken. I am writing a blog about the non-humans of Solitude.” He even has his pocket journal with him out of habit, so this is oddly official. Looks like he really will be starting that blog. “Would you allow me to borrow a few minutes of your time?” 

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          Mikleo didn’t really fancy coffee before, but letting himself be more adventurous in Solitude has made him change some of his opinions, slowly but surely. It’s great that this coffee shop is near the neighbourhood his and Sorey’s house is in. The seraph had been frequenting the place since they moved in, and Mikleo really had to give it to the barista—the coffee is amazing. There’s just something to the smell of newly brewed coffee that draws Mikleo in, and he has to admit that it’s the smell itself that invited him into the shop in the first place.

          He’s just sitting in one of the tables situated outside the shop, enjoying the cool morning air and his coffee, when a stranger approaches him. At this point, Mikleo’s grown used to it, and he looks up from his coffee to blink at the stranger. White hair, eyepatch, and he’s asking if Mikleo could entertain him for—

          Oh?

          ‘ blog? ’ He’s never heard of that word before. Something from this world again, perhaps? Then again, three months of stay here sure isn’t enough for him to learn everything about this curious place. It’s fascinating—focus.

          Mikleo blinks. ‘ sorry, um, how did you know i’m not, er, human? ’ He puts down his coffee, and he beckons at the other to take a seat across him. ‘ but anyway, to answer your question: sure, i don’t mind. what’s the purpose of writing it, if you don’t mind me asking? ’

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Kaneki gladly seats himself in the chair opposite, composed on the outside while struggling internally. He has yet to grow used to being treated like a person all over again--it’s almost culture shock at this point, but it is a welcome change. 

“The smell, that’s how...” he mutters, twirling his pen between his fingers. That sounded much better inside of his head. “Sorry. That’s weird. Anyway, I’m interested in the social dynamics of humans and nonhumans and how the different species mingle...” Kaneki rattles it all off as if he were doing this his whole life, which honestly surprised him. He only just took this up moments ago.  “You could say it is a sociology project of sorts. We are living in quite the melting pot, the perfect environment for a social experiment. We can hope to gain new perspectives through research, and possibly leaving something behind for future island-dwellers...At the very least, it will be nice way to pass the time.” Kaneki shrugs but his lips stretch into a subtle smile. Technically, he isn’t lying. This ruse he has going is giving him the opportunity to be social without coming across like the little weirdo he is--at least, not as much of a weirdo. 

“I appreciate your interest. You can remain anonymous on the blog, but I would like your name for my own personal reference.” That is a very formal way of saying acquaintance, but this has turned into an interview, after all. “The first major question I have is, how has your life changed since living here?” 

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@lefayete

Thank goodness for living amongst people again. Isolation would have probably been what driven Kaneki madder. The best thing about Solitude so far had been the conglomerate of humans and non-humans living together, no big deal about it. Everyone has their own brand of weirdness and destructive tendencies  that for once Kaneki didn’t feel out of place.  Out of cautionary habits, he hadn’t gone out of his way to make friends--at least not with humans, although he has already connected with a few. Kaneki is certain that he won’t lost control again, but his own anxieties create vivid images of himself eating his friends. Keeping his distance would be best, but that’s not a way to live, either. 

What the hell. He could make a blog out of all of his ghoul problems.  Ghoul Problem Number One: Having friends over for dinner 

Tch...how tacky. 

Kaneki spots an odd looking fellow--well, odd by standards that aren’t his. His clothes stand out to him more than anything else. White-ish hair, slightly taller and not human by the smell of him. Piqued by curiosity, Kaneki made to approach but then stopped himself short. There’s probably something wrong with him to be going out of his way to meet people, no matter how similar they may be. Kaneki had also forgotten, he doesn’t have the best social skills. To impose himself on someone based on appearances/scent is rude and uncalled for. 

But then again, he had been toying with the idea of creating a blog. That could be his angle, even if it were on the juvenile side. Boredom and desperation had clawed at him long enough.

“Excuse me. My name is Kaneki Ken. I am writing a blog about the non-humans of Solitude.” He even has his pocket journal with him out of habit, so this is oddly official. Looks like he really will be starting that blog. “Would you allow me to borrow a few minutes of your time?”