Nec possum tecum vivere, nec sine te. - Martial, E

Independent Uta of Tokyo Ghoul / Tokyo Kushu Roleplay blog. Warning: Spoilers and triggers, especially of gore, blood and violence will be present here. Though will be tagged accordingly as the best as I can.

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       Hesitation does not show in her movements; legs dragging wearily from exhaustion, not nerves. There is a level that she appreciates in his aptitude for discerning her mood, unquestioning and discernible from the lacking syllables she spills in small talk. He had always been good at such things — obviously inquiring will bare itself as she pulls her round-faced mask up for him to behold, pressing it down into palms barely greedy for new work to be done before she plops down on an offered seat.

                      ❝ Yes.  It’s torn, as you can see, at the left side.                                             No thanks to a CCG’s quinque. ❞

     A close call it had been, merely her making subtle rounds, and perhaps satiating the itching in her bloodstream for a touch of aggression. And oh, how it found her in revelry. Licking chapped lips, a sigh parts from them woefully, darkened irises ( lo, still humanistic in nature ) peer up at the mask masker with an almost apologetic glance. His work is beautiful and she had been ultimately careless with it. 

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           In guidance of his gentle prompt, he waited patiently for the damaged mask to be handed willingly. The pained and tattooed hands closed around the sides in a tender manner, gingerly cradling it as he felt the female sit beside him. His perceptive gaze roamed across the personalized mask he made upon her request, recalling how she seemed to have a silent fondness for the adorable animal design. Lithe and agile digits skimmed over the are she pointed out; noting the deep gash and gap left from the fatal blow it met. 

            "I see, they seems they're stepping up in their aggression." And their weapons, fortified more so and possibly enhanced to keep up even with Touka's agility. Angling the mask from side to side, tilting it in his grasp at assorted angles to inspect the other areas, able to find the scratches and parts that'd need to be painted or adjusted. Not at all angered or miffed at the damage done to one of his creations. "It's fortunate you weren't fatally injured, it seems the 'Dove' was quite close to stabbing your eye." That is his only concern mostly, her safety. 

           "Best be careful then, it seems they're growing restless. More are leaving their nest," he pointed out kindly in his quiet tone. A swivel on his seat to reach for one of his notepads to record down this request to keep track. "Would you like any other alterations made as well? I can add something more cute for you~" Even quirking his lips with the cant of his head. "After all, you are the 'Rabbit' of the 20th ward." Yes, he has heard of word spreading of the Rabbit's aggression.

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  The violet haired ghoul moved closer, leaning over from behind the other to take a look at what he was working on. It was no surprise that he was working on another design for one of his masks, but it was always interesting to see all the different designs he could come up with.

"Did you not want me here Uta-san? It almost sounds like my presence is not welcomed here to be honest."

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           The invasion of personal space not at all perturbing as the ghoul continued to scrawl across the pages to add the finishing touches. Another one unlike the others already made and displayed across the walls and stands. With the flourish of the pencil lead dragged across the page, he finished it with a mark to remind him later. 

            "Not welcomed? A ghoul is a ghoul, guest is a guest as well as possible customer," he added in pleasantry with the usual enigmatic quirk to his pierced lips. "A surprise, that's all as I've heard you've settled quite comfortable at the 20th ward."

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  How dare he. Uta had the audacity to give him this pathetic excuse of a treat. The mask maker might as well feed him scraps while he was at it. He supposed not every ghoul can have the polished tastes of a gourmet like himself. Raising a hand up he refused the offer, “Please Uta-san, I appreciate that you would share—but I can’t eat something as dull and undignified as a jarred eyeball.” 

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          "Is there anything wrong?" concerned query poised as the elder immediately perceived the other's displeasure at the offer. "Ah, that's right, must not stain your reputation, is that right?" Innocently recalling only then and there of the Gourmet's preferences and selective tastes when 'dining' on human flesh and entrails. Never fails to bemuse him, but then is reminded he is not less different in regards to his fondness to certain parts. "I see, maybe there's another colored one here. The portion given to me was quite generous-- Ah, here's one of a lovely shade of cerulean blue or would you like one of viridian green-- oh, it has light speckles along the iris." Quite keen to ensure his guest is well taken care of. 

          "So, what business may I help you with? If not here for a mask, then what for?"

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     ❝Good. Because you sounded horrendously pathetic,❞ commented the auburn-haired ghoul; taking another sip from the dark-blend coffee that the other so fortunately decided to carry with him. The fourth ward is still quite a walk away, but the tattooed ghoul managed to meander back-and-forth on his own time. Perhaps visiting the cafe or deliver custom masks around the encompassed area; not that he’d imagine the visitation was solely for his benefit. ❝That’s utter bullshit,❞ comes the second half of his response, abruptly cutting off the mask-maker as he swatted his free arm towards the situated male.     One could say that Uta’s assumption isn’t too far off from the undeniable truth. It’s getting to a point that it made the younger a little too uneasy; perhaps he’s too transparent.    ❝People can take me as I am, or leave me the hell alone. That’s all there is to it.❞ He corrected, another quirk upon his lips as his fingers smoothed down the hem of his pantsleg. Nudging one up towards his opposite knee and situating himself in a rather poised position. The chilled liquid sliding down his throat is pleasant; nice for a warm night, better than drinking someone’s coagulated blood. 

   ❝No offense, but you look like someone who’s never held a sense of responsibility in any world,❞  combatting him in another battle of wits; though it is not aggravation nor distain that propelled his semi-invasive interrogation. ❝Tch,❞ the university student goes silent. For a moment, the nighttime is stilled with that poignant vacancy; his digits trailing down the condensation on the sharp contour of the aluminum can. ❝Really—? Of all available animals you’d choose a common feline.❞ At least make it ferocious and intimidating, and god forbid when he creates another mask that it’s not some cutesy shit.    ❝You’re hopeless, weirdo.❞ Casual conversation indeed, not that he’d trade it out for another night spent alone with his computer analytics course.

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            "Pathetic you say?" The slight rise in tone and pitch the only indication of the occurrence of amusement from the mask maker. "That seems to be your favorite perception of everyone as of late, perhaps it's you who'd like to widen your perspectives a bit more," shared the elder without the intention of malice nor mockery. Simply quite intrigued and perhaps rather concerned of the younger's constant belittling of other's own opinions -- especially that of his own kind. 

            With the nonchalance of his stance, allowing his entire frame to settled along the pristine and crisp sheets as he eyed the tidy and simplistic surroundings. Quite unexpected his visitation maybe, but it had simply been a chance too tantalizing to miss upon, especially when he had been in the area to deliver some masks. "That's all there is to it," repeating it with quite the hollow tone before his own lips regressed into the faint curve. "Is that truly what will satiate you? Especially when gifted, obviously gifted for being perhaps one of a rare handful to enter a prestige institution. Settle for the tightrope to venture and blend with the society of humans." He does not criticize or make play of the younger's achievements because to this day, he has eluded all suspicions and yet excelled in such difficult studies. "You're very hardworking as well."

               "You're quite admirable, Nishiki-kun. Even if you'd like to think I have no sense of responsibility," is the softened and yet goodnatured response to the other's sharp tongue. Sprawled out along the edge of the bed, he reached out to rummage through one of the bags he had been carrying to pull out one of the masks. One of his latest creations, though not exactly his favorite, its design is of his style; grotesque with the thick stitches across the leather, metal studs along where the mouth would be and large 'X' marks along the eyeline though slits are present for the wearer's sake. 

                "We all have our roles, it's a matter of how we fulfill them and whether or not do we wish to continue to bear them for a time. Don't you think?" Cupping his own face with the mask, a silly and ridiculed, childish thing to do but he thought the effect had its purpose on his words and conversation. Or he simply attempted to amuse the brunet with the gesture. "And how careful we are as we walk upon these delicate grounds."  

                   "If you wouldn't like a feline, then perhaps a kitsune~"   

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Nec possum tecum vivere, nec sine te → I can live neither with you, nor without you. —Martial, Epigrams XII, 47 Uta (requested by sanjl)

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I’m just so damaged, I hold my breath and freeze.

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outofink: Drafts-- will try to attempt them now! Hello~ Uta desu~

[ishidasui]

The meaning of Uta’s tattoo (Chapter 113)

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toxka

           "Ah, Touka-san, it's nice to see you again," greeted the tattooed ghoul with his usual pleasantries. Midway through stitching thick leather skins together to form the shape of his latest mask for a client. The studio quiet as usual; with that same ambience that the owner exudes so easily. "Here for a repair? Oh, or perhaps you'd like me to add some adorable accessories to your mask?"

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キトリ（希鳥)

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banjou-san

          "Hmmmm....." Quite intent to gaze and marvel at the male's intricately shaped facial hair around his chin. Even going as far as to lean in close, slanting his face side to side, drinking in every curve and contour of it before he reached out to tap the strong chin. "Does it ever grow beyond this shape? Do you use special stencil to keep it groomed? Does the amount of meat you eat affect its growth?"

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"Non possum vivere, nec sine te"- Martial Epigrams XII 47 

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lepxs

          "Touka-san," his abrupt greeting, casually swaying to the side in a precarious manner as his face loomed in close to the young ghoul's. Peering and blinking quite blankly so as he examined the vacant expression of the waitress. "You're the only here today?" A sweep of his gaze surveyed the quiet cafe, save for a fellow ghoul here and there sipping their coffee. So quiet--. "Perhaps we should liven up the place a bit."

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ravenousrinkaku

           "Mnn..." Little chewing motions made as he took his sweet time in devouring and gnawing on the fresh eyeball. Immersed within the new sketches being drawn across the page as he finalized the designs for some latest commissions sent to him -- until he heard the entry and sniffed the scent of a familiar ghoul. "My, wouldn't expect you to come back this far, Rize-san."