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&&. TUMBLR RPC BROKE, BUT THIS IS A SMALL RUNDOWN ON WHAT’S HAPPENING

Most of you have already seen this, but any posts done with Icons are messed up. The text is entirely gone and all that’s left are the icon and the tags. Now, some people have been saying that they can see still the full posts on their blogs & drafts while very few other people on my dash have been saying that the text was messed up even in both those places. Please go check your blog / drafts to make sure you can still see your threads and texts with Icons on it! Feel free to reblog this for your mutuals & add any new information you may get. Let’s all try and keep calm and hope this gets fixed soon.

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tailoredtokill:

The tailor had prepared to brace for impact, steeling himself and holding his arms out in an attempt to protect himself from the rogue vehicle headed his way. Having not the speed nor the protection of his regalia, he could only hope to survive the outcome through sheer willpower alone… But no pain followed the sound of the wreck. Only a familiar shadow stood before him, arms broken and bleeding.

“…Perfectly fine.” Came a short answer, as the tailor slowly exhaled the breath he had been holding.

“I would ask the same of you, Amon, but I see that isn’t necessary. A visit to the hospital should be your immediate priority.”

“I’m fine. I just need something to hold them up for a while.” Blood covered his arms but the wounds that the exited from looked to have closed up already. His right arm however looked mutated, like exposed muscle hardened like armor. Amon noticed Iori’s eyes staring too long as with the forming audience around them.

“You seem to have some questions. Follow me.”

He sidestepped, and led the other away from the scene, as if nothing had happened.

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kishou-san:

Arima looked up from the floor where he usually kept his eyes. Most of the time he did not look up at others, but this one familiar person had drawn his attention. 

There was something different about him right away. Even a blind man could guess that. However, Arima already decided he would not comment upon it. He would not even remark on their long absence. As always, it was as simple as accepting everything in front of him passively. 

“You took too long, the dog got fat while you were gone.”

He said in a dry voice. 

"I figured.” A small chuckle came from him, but it goes flat and somber as there was still something vexing that made it hard to breathe between them.

“I’m back, well...most of me that is.” His fringe, now longer, made it easy for him to hide away those eyes of his, avoiding to look directly to the other. “I can take him out to exercise again.”

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nezhai:

It was time to jump. To face his fears and take the plunge, but the situation was made all the more awkward with someone so close by. He perched, looking anywhere but at the ground to avoid any anxiety. Still, his shoulders trembled slightly. 

     “In my land, I am the King of the Eagles. But I found myself here…with all these strange and mystical objects and people surrounding me. I can see something similar in you–you have the eyes and patience of a Hawk. I know not your name, but I respect you, friend, aha!”

Focusing solely on the man, he’d finally allow a shaky smile, still warm and welcoming as ever. 

     “Do you like…h-high places as well?”

“Thank you for your thoughtful words, your highness.” Well, he did had perfect eyesight, so the comment wasn’t too far fetched, thought it sounded too abrupt than thought about though.

“My name is Koutarou Amon.” A curt smile presented itself on Amon’s lips as he graciously acknowledged royalty before him, if it’s true or not. His brows knitted itself however once he’d sensed a slight discomfort from the other.

“I’m indifferent to it, but I like the view...but you don’t seem to be the same.”

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@kishou-san

Amon had been lounging for quite some time by the desk, idly picking on his fingers, until the sound of the door opening had broken him from his day dream. 

He budged but only to turn his seat towards the one that came in, giving the other man a higher view than him as he sat there looking up at him. He would have liked it this way anyways, Amon thought.

“I brought dog food...” Were the only words he can say that time.

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@thexj9

CRACK

It only took one try for Amon to reset his jaw back, but the noise it made will stay with them forever, and maybe also how he looked before this. 

“If you’re going to practice fighting, do it in a larger area, not an alley.” He said smoothly, as if half of his face wasn’t broken earlier.

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@nezhai

"Being who I am now, I suppose I’d be compared to a bird too.” Amon said to the other, as a chill breeze passed by them. Both were perched on the building’s ledge, almost like those stone gargoyles, as they watched everyday pedestrian life happen below.

“But I didn’t think that it would go this far.”

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@psycupcake

“Excuse me?” He waved at the other, his brows knitted to a worry but a small sheepish smile present on his face.

“Do you know where the pet store is? I know I’ve been in this city before, but my memory’s in a haze.”

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@tailoredtokill

The dying sounds of an engine which was followed by steam came out of a car that was completely totaled after it went out of control. Amon’s reputation as a brick wall became almost literal after he’d stop the car before it could do more harm. No casualties happened because of his valor, save for a ruined car and broken arms on his part. 

It’s alarming how his arms seemed to dangle aimlessly, he’s more concerned about the civilian right behind him.

“Are you alright?”

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so hello, does anyone want to rp? just short starters for now

capping at 3 save for castmates

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hey uh i dont like this ghoulification, i want a refund

     omae wa, mou shindeiru.

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何???

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iburned:

Yang could literally feel her blood boil as he thoroughly explained what led him to this point. Duty or not, her window is broken, and she really didn’t appreciate the new decoration with brains and blood. This place is her dearest possession. Metallic fingers retrieved the card and quickly read through its content - he wasn’t lying.

The huntress sighed, heavy and loud, before returning to her spot behind the counter and retrieving the tequila bottle she had stored a couple minutes ago. She took a long swig straight from it. Okay, she’s calmer now.

“They better, because I’m not cleaning someone else’s mess.” wipe your goddamn own ass. It’s clear that she’s still not happy about this situation. “Sit, we have a lot to discuss.” she motioned to a booth in front of the counter. “And pick your poison because I’m not doing this sober.”

Amon made a face when Yang downed that bottle of tequila, it was both in horror and in awe. He began to wonder if his co-workers felt the same thing when they watched him down a concoction of energy drinks and coffee. Well, might as well add more poison to the batch swirling in his gut.

“Just beer, please.” He said as he slid into the booth. Nothing too extreme, something familiar, plus he might get in trouble with someone since he’s probably breaching a lot of protocols right now. He should at least finish his drink before the cleaning crew arrives.

He would’ve made that ‘aren’t you a little young to be drinking’ comment, but he learned how to read a room! Good job, Amon.

“Nice bar...” Bad job, Amon. You’re bad at small talk.

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kishou-san:

“In this city there’s no V and Washuu, but I’ve been pretending like there is because that’s all I know.” To Arima the past still mattered even if it did not to Amon. He did not know how to put it any other way.

He sighed his eyes closing as he leaned his head forward. Only a small amount, perhaps two degree of an angle more, but in Arima that was an astounding amount of movement still. He looked like even the invincible reaper might buckle under the weight of something heavy. “There is a V in this city, no matter how much I don’t want to be… I am V. It’s all I was raised to be.”

The silence lingered on for a while, with small sighs coming from Amon. 

“You know this. I was raised by a ghoul, and I-” He started out fast but then faltered. Even though it’s been long enough, he still had difficulty in talking about it. He quickly changed the trail of the sentence, to lessen the weight. “I did a lot of horrible things too, things I can’t forget, things that I won’t forget, but I don’t let them define who I am. I’m not that kind of person anymore. I learned how to break away from the path, I had help along the way but I’ve managed to do it eventually.” He held Arima’s hand tightly into his own, as if he’s trying to transfer his strength to him. 

“You can live your life differently than what you were raised to be. You may have some help along the way but it’s you who has all the power to change yourself.” Also counseling, he wondered if they could try couple counseling too.

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kishou-san:

“Oh, yeah I suppose it’s like that. I never considered it to be taboo…” Arima stopped for a moment to think. He did not really know what counted for normal anymore.  “Furuta Nimura was my half brother, Tsuneyoshi’s direct son just like me. All of us, the half breeds, we made up the organization known as V. We were the ones who were responsible… for what you were always talking about, we were what made the world wrong.”

"So there really is a conspiracy in the CCG." It proves that he really isn't crazy, but he could really make a better reaction to this. He has since moved on from his past and focused more into his life here in this city. It was cowardice at most, really, when has Amon not run away from his problems before? But there was some serenity to find a place to just be at peace. "Kishou, I honestly don’t know how to react to this. Being in this city had shown me more things to worry about. Perhaps when we're back in Tokyo I would've given you a more...enthusiastic reaction? I'm sorry, but thank you for talking to me about this."

He propped himself up and scooted closer to Arima.

"This is all in the past, right? Right now there's no V, no Washuu."

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kishou-san:

“I don’t think family is the word for it. The closer word would be pedigree.” Arima gave a sidelong glance through his eyeglasses. It was the first time he had even looked at Amon. However, there was nothing particularly warm about his gaze either. He didn’t seem to be looking at Amon, but some far off place behind him.

 "There are three roles in the Washuu family, the pure blooded ghouls who lead the family, the half blooded failures who serve the family, and the wombs, who reproduce in order to create the next two. Matsuri was the first, I was the second, Rize, is one of the third.“ 

He had been sitting slumped down on thr couch when Arima relayed all of this to him. His face could show confusion and unpreparedness when he began to speak about the Washuu in great detail. It had been a while since they had a talk this serious and he thought he'd be prepared for it. Not lile this though, him in his pajamas still and having peanut shells on his chest.

"So...some incestious inbreeding had been happening?" Like Egyptian royalties back then, he thought.

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iburned:

Just another night at the Golden Gun. The old jukebox tried it’s best to keep a certain mood going on. What’s the mood, you may ask? The mood where everyone goes the fuck back to heir homes. Please, it’s almost 4 in the morning and unlike some misguided souls in this place Yang actually values her sleep.

She might as well drink while waiting, right? Of course she can, she owns this place. Just a shot of tequila should be enough to keep her through the remaining waiting hour, she’s really close from kicking those drunkards out anyway.

The salt is gone in her mouth, tequila following shortly after, but it seems like the lemon will have to sit this one out because a person… no, two people, came flying right through the bar’s window and startling everyone with the sudden commotion. Yang instinctively readied herself to take on the threat, but everything happened too fast and Harold is gone and splattered all over her precious bar.

“…” Yang walks from behind the counter and over to him before gently inquiring. “Excuse me, but what the fuck is this?” well, at least the drunkards she wanted to get rid off are gone? Her gentle demeanor is also gone, anger seeping that very brief veil as her eyes flared bright red. “Not sure if you noticed but you just murdered a man in my bar!”

Amon straightened himself up when confronted by the barista. This happened in Tokyo quite a lot but since ghouls were quite common knowledge, they all just take it to stride, but common decency should always be present wherever you are.

“I apologize about the damage.” He deactivated his quinque, reverting it back to an easy to carry suitcase. From his pocket, he presented a business card to Yang, though it’s a bit stained with blood.

“I’m Koutarou Amon from the Commission of Counter Ghoul of Hive City, and our job is to apprehend criminals, namely ghouls, and take them into custody and or exterminate them when the situation goes out of control.” He motioned to the pathetic state of the ghoul that was known as Harold before continuing on.

“A clean up team will be dispatched to this location immediately, and we will cover all the expenses for any repairs needed.”

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@iburned

A loud CRASH woke up the drunken patrons of the bar as this man goes right through the window and into the empty tables. He didn't get much of a breath when another guy goes through the hole that he made, carrying a large sword like weapon and just the intent to kill.

"I told you, Harold, we didn't have to do this. We could've just gotten you to the station quietly and go home early but nooooo, you just had to bite that guy's nose off and set the police car on fire." Amon wasn't this much of a talker back in Tokyo, but being exposed to such a diverse environment in Hive City, he proved that over time, you can learn to loosen up a little from time to time. Though he isn't really loose here than he is sleep deprived and just...deprived in general, so that resulted into this large cranky buff man wielding a huge ass sword.

"Well, how about I give you a little nose job of your own??" Then he brought down Kura onto the ghoul’s face, cutting his life short and also giving him his promised nose job.