The falling Raven
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What was this feeling?
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Crimson erupted from his stomach, his dim gaze trailing downwards as he merely kept walking, ignoring this odd sensation. Months of experimentation, years of a numb washing of his brain had led him to feel nothing. For some odd reasoning, he was failing to heal, his lace of eating biting him since the missions had increased. .He had no time to eat.
This would prove to be damaging, but not life threatening, he would ache, though by no means of showing it. Steps would be even as he ventured through the ward of cannibals, his masked and trenched body finding it’s way to a very certain alley. Digits were blood coated and yet he remained silent so as to remain sane.
“……………”
He would plop against the nearest trashcan, a single can of coffee within his grasp as he took it from his pocket. He opened it up, moving his mask upwards as he drank it quietly.
laughing-fiend
ウタ-- He had followed the bleeding ghoul for a few blocks, curious gaze from the rooftop above contorting to a frown.
[Hmm... looks like Noro-san is in a bit of trouble]
The mask maker had met the rather silent Aogiri member a handful of times-- usually without a single word being exchanged between the pair. Even when he had a mask commissioned he had answered his questions via written word, disappearing after a conversation of roughly ten minutes.
The times he’d come into the studio for a repair were few and far in between. Usually, he’d just drop off his alabaster mask with little fanfare, not giving Uta the chance to really look at his face.
It was so interesting for the ‘no face’ to meet another who embodied the CCG’s tag-- though for a very different reason. Noro was interesting. Uta had never stumbled upon a ghoul quite like him in all his time as the resident mask maker. And it was on that interest that the Clown decided to have a little fun.
Perhaps the wounds were greater than the visage of calm let on-- Uta was able to jump rather gracefully to the ground, giving Noro a wide grin.It seemed that the male had not even sensed him.
[Odd...]
“Hello, Noro-san. What’s an Aogiri official such as yourself doing, wandering the 4th ward? Were you looking for a snack? I don’t mind sharing.”














