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Clownunion pt 1.

Roma was minding her own business, rummaging through a poor human’s innards(as you have to really look for the good stuff) when she smelled a familiar scent wafting through the air.

No, it was not foe, nor friend, just someone she knows and reveres as a member of his group. Out of excitement, she scooped out whatever she could manage from the corpse and run towards that scent.

“Dona-chan!” She cried out as she brandished the human intestines over her head, just getting blood everywhere. “Dona-chan! What happened? Here, eat, it’s good for you. I haven’t cleaned it yet though so it might have poop, but that’s still extra protein if you think ‘bout it.”

@pater-vanidicus

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“...” What in the world... why did he have to run into her out of all people? There was an old saying about not being able to chose one’s family (which was incorrect considering how easy it was to snap someone’s neck and replace them with someone else) but the worst was that in his case it wasn’t a pick your ally, instead he had to accept that she was someone he had to put up with. 

“... Roma... my dear calm down, aren’t you a bit loud? We don’t want to attract any attention... do we...?”

It seemed as if she took the title of clown incredibly serious as really tried to live up to it. Or maybe it was just her personality but that wasn’t something he wanted to spend a lot of time thinking about, especially since he had to decline her humble offering. “No, thank you I have already... eaten something.”

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sodasexual:

“Other creatures, huh…” Yet, the man talked in a way that indicated that there were no Pokémon in his world either. Could the ‘creatures’ he refers to be more dangerous? Perhaps he comes from a Shin Megami Tensei game or something involving demons. Those surely seem far more prone to violence than the fluffy children’s series.

“Is that so… Were you some sort of teacher in your homeworld, oji-san?” Shintaro isn’t honestly a big fan of children. Not that he’d chastise them for existing ot stuff like that, but if anyone else would enjoy taking care of them, he sure wouldn’t complain.

When the man started approaching Shintaro with a creepy tone, it was as if a bucket of water went down his spine. He didn’t know what it was, but something… something about this guy was giving Shintaro the creeps.

And Momo too, as she rushed to protect the boy. All of a sudden, she and Shintaro swapped places, him on the floor and her facing the ghoul, courtesy of an Ally Switch. She might not have offensive moves yet, but damn if she won’t protect her trainer.

@askyourscientificgods

“Yes, yes... nothing you should be scared of though, I don’t think that any of them roam these cities.” As if a normal human even had an idea of what his kind looked like, while it was true that ghouls and humans weren’t too different in their, what he liked to call, defensive state, anyone who had never seen one before would think of them as shinigami. 

“Hm... not quite. I used to run an orphanage but due to unfortunate circumstances it shut down.” There was a distaste in the boys words and it was more than just amusing to Donato. It seems as if he wasn’t a dull one, maybe his senses where sharpened in a city where it was less convenient to one’s survival to be a human. 

“Oh dear, it seems as if your little companion doesn’t trust me.” 

“I can assure you, both of you, that I don’t mean any harm.” Not in during midday when the parks and streets were filled with all sorts of living creatures, it was by far too dangerous and luckily for the two strangers, he hadn’t yet fully regained his strength. “I’m merely an old man, there’s not much damage I could cause.” 

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bubonem:

The tiny author hummed, two orders of coffee arriving as she listened to the other speak.

“Oho, but you know, I’ve had the pleasure of meeting some folks here who do not even think of this place as a cage at all.” She took a cup of coffee, noting the warmth of it in her hand; it felt real, but was it perhaps as artificial as she could surmise the sky above them to be?

In this city, it truly seemed like anything might be possible.

“Some more optimistic people are inclined to look at this place as if it is a new beginning for them, a place of freedom. How nice.”

To be able to fly as one wished, to not know of the cage that one was forced into from birth – really, how nice. 

“There are reports of people coming and going at random intervals, sometimes returning with no memory of their prior stay. Isn’t that fascinating?”

“Yes, this city is perfect for all sorts of things – why, even a circus.”

Surely a clown would delight in a place like this, she thought. It would only be a matter of time before he learned of the branch of Aogiri that she had planted here, if he hadn’t already.

Once again, the author nodded. “It is quite the shame, but, it’s amusing as well. The CCG means nothing here. The only thing that matters is power.”

“I assume that only humans and ones that are trying to imitate their kind are trying to hold such a positive and optimistic outlook on things... in a situation like this.” He had always been in prisoner of the circumstances he found himself in, so maybe he was just bitter, but personally he preferred to call it being realistic. 

“Is that so...?” When he was honest that did sound a little unsettling, maybe he himself had been here before without any memories of it. “I wonder how and why these... scientists work... they seem to enjoy their research so it seems.” Even though it seems as if it wasn’t too successful considering how many specimen they needed. 

“A circus you say? My dear, that’s a wonderful idea but as far as I am concerned there are not too many clowns around and we don’t want to present the audience a boring show, do we?” 

“Mhm... that’s most certainly true...” But she might have been mistaken, the CCG hat never meant anything anywhere, power had always been the core motivation of all things. “Maybe they haven’t yet accepted their fate, that they all just were part of a game, but let the children play... just for a little while longer.” 

[animuras]

He had been on a real live CCG patrol, just like a real CCG agent, walking the streets of Hive City with his superior officer, on the look out for dangerous ghouls (et. al.) like a real civil servant. How thrilling. 

“Let’s split up. You take the left side of the neighborhood, and I’ll take the right. We’ll meet up again near the entrance to the next area.” Wonderful. Of course, Amon-senpai. Like something out of a police procedural.

So he wandered around, which was more or less what he was supposed to do, walking only something vaguely resembling a systematic path through the area. Life here wasn’t exactly pleasant, and it was somewhat boring, but it was always fun to be allowed out to play this role. 

Amon was much more obviously A Man On A Mission, and it was always thrilling to see how people reacted to someone like that in their midst. How the subconscious understandings of roles and responsibility took over before people had time to think about what they were doing. Society was a wonderfully, dreadfully efficient machine like that.

But on his own, it was easy enough to mostly melt into the throng, especially in a place like this. Hive City, unlike Tokyo, was not conditioned to admire its ghoul investigators, but enough of them came from a place with something similar enough, even if it was just the generic police, that there was a residual… something, when they realized what role he was playing.

Of course, it meant he had to act appropriately when he heard shouting. It was his job to be responsible now, wasn’t it. Even a human would have been able to hear that. It wasn’t coming from his half of the area, but, well, Amon would want him to go check it out. And besides, he was curious.

By the time he got to the source of the commotion there was quite the crowd built up. It took some time to make his way through, until half way when he heard what was unmistakably Amon’s voice.

Furuta had, of course, heard the man scream like that before, but only because he’d stopped by to check in on Kanou’s little experiments. Certainly wasn’t the sort of sound one expected the upstanding First Class investigator to make.

He was never the best at this part - or rather, this particular mask of his was never really the one making this move, but ah well. A first time for everything. 

“Clear the way! CCG!” Even if they didn’t know what was going on, or what the “CCG” was, it seemed he’d managed to convey the urgency and authority needed to trigger that conditioned response. The crowd parted. He was pretty sure the quinque sword didn’t hurt matters.

What he saw when he made it to the front was quite a sight to behold. But he was in a role, and that role here was to be shocked. Almost frozen.

“P-please stay back!” he called to the crowd, cautiously moving towards where his superior sat collapsed on the ground.

“First Class Amon!” He said, still giving the man a good berth. When Amon failed to respond, lost in whatever fit had gripped him, Furuta came to the annoying realization that he really was the only other CCG officer around and he’d have to play this role all the way. And with all these people watching. Oh well, he was a talented actor.

“I’ll… I’ll call for medical.” 

He could call Arima directly. That certainly would have been interesting, but there was something familiar about the smell in the air. He wasn’t so sure he wanted this in the Reapers hands just yet.

So dispatch it was. “This is Rank One Furuta. Requesting backup and medical assistance for First Class Amon.” Oh, now he also sounded like he was in a police procedural, didn’t he.

What would the good subordinate do now, though, he wondered. There was a clear trail of blood leading away. Kijima would have wanted the ghoul followed, and this was a mask made for Kijima, after all

“I’m heading after the suspect.” He said, before rattling off his approximate location and running off.

Running at least until he was past the eyes of the crowd. The blood trail was faint now, but the smell was plenty to go by. And yes, he hadn’t been wrong before, this was most certainly a familiar smell.

Making sure he wasn’t being followed, he sighed, relieved to be free of that role for the time being.

The man certainly liked to watch, so he was probably around here somewhere still. Especially if Amon was involved.

Someone as inept as Rank One Furuta wasn’t really expected to catch a ghoul that could slip away from the Great Amon Koutarou, anyway.

“If I’ve run into you at a bad time, I can always leave my card, Mr. Crown.”

@pater-vanidicus

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“... you Washuus are really everywhere... aren’t you...?” They multiplied like rabbits and just like them they were as much of a pest. “... I can’t say I am happy to see you here, knowing that the CCG thinks they have at least one more of them roaming these streets...” He tried to get up but it was hard, the pain mixing with the scent of his own blood made him dizzy, how amusing this feeling was, being completely vulnerable and scared. 

“I suppose things aren’t going as planned for either of us, or correct me if I am wrong.” After a while he managed to stand up and lean against a wall, supporting himself as much as he could. Speaking of seeing him was just as ridiculous as the circumstance of them meeting at all, in this strange city. His face was beyond mutilated and there was no way that he could tell when and how he would be completely healed again. “... but speaking of a bad timing I supposed I should be happy to see you here.”

Knowing him, now Donato actually had a chance to track the actions and plans of the CCG thanks to Furuta. Still, he couldn’t help but feel unwell in his presence in the state he was currently in. “I won’t ask you for help... but I do need your assistance now.” Asking the devil for a favour was not an option for a priest, but if Furuta managed to track him down, who knew who was going to follow. “I can’t stay here forever and I am not too familiar with the city, I also can’t go back home... it would be a little too suspicious. So give an old man shelter, would you?” 

“... but there’ll might be something else you could also do for me... but it’s not important now.” How ironic, all this time he had put himself first but in this moment, the moment where he should only focus on himself getting out of this dilemma, his mind was focused on anything but himself. 

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gluttonx:

Annoyance was sure to show within her expression as soon as some man dared mentioning one of the few people Rize has considered important, but such expression was soon replaced by a feigned smile. Turning around to stare at him, an arched brow complimented her sharp gaze. This man- No, this ghoul…  She’s never seen him before, but to know Shachi to this degree, they must have been somewhat close.

What’s more peculiar is that she’s never seen this man even in here, which means he’s fresh meat in the city. There’s no reason to fear him for now. While assuming this assertive and aggressive stance might earn an enemy in him, Rize is sure that he won’t be much of a threat for some reason.

                  “Rather than speaking your mind about my self, memories and whatnot, why don’t you give me your name? Surely you don’t wish to come off as just some creepy old man that knows everything about a complete stranger, do you?” 

Though his words left her curious, Rize knew how and when to ask the real questions. Caring about one’s opinions or thoughts about herself has never been a concern for Rize. Caring takes up too much time.

Regardless of how ungrateful she had been, there’s no doubt that she loved Shachi. But taking people for granted is what she does best. But something about this party tells her he’s not here just to chat.

                  “I don’t have the entire night to waste on you. Be forward, ask what you want, answer to my questions, and refrain from talking about Shachi if you know what’s good for you, my old man.”

“Oh my dear, what sharp words coming from such a gentle face. My name is Donato Porpora... you could say Sachi and I spent a lot of time together, so it feels like we have already met, Rize.”  

How sweet she could smile, but pretty girls were the ones the sharpest tongues, they always were. “It seems like I am easier to read than I like or your father didn’t take his time to raise you right.” Did she never hear of respect your elder? 

“But you are not mistaken... I don’t want to pretend that it’s you I am taking interest in... all that concerns me is, Kotarou... I am sure you call him Amon. You seem to be around him quite often, which surprises me. You’re a ghoul, he works for the CCG.” 

The worst about speaking those words out loud was that they came with the realisation that in this place their species weren’t separated as they were in Tokyo, knowing that this little brat got to spend her days by the side of his son was somewhat painful, but also... reassuring. 

“I hope you don’t have any ill intentions when it comes to Kotarou.” Maybe he could do nothing in the past that his son could benefit from, he knew that it was his fault that he was robbed of happiness and even his sanity but the least he could do now was to watch over him. 

“I am not in the place to speak out any threats and by all means, I don’t need enemies... so all I can do is to ask you to be a good friends to him. He was alone for far too long.” 

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sodasexual:

“Okay, Momo, let’s see what you can do. See this can? I want to see if you can levitate it, just like you do it with yourself. It’s already empty, so it’s pretty light. In one, two, three!”

“Aaaabraaaa…“ Without even lifting a finger, the pokémon easily kept the object on air as soon as Shintaro let it go from his hand. He hums in satisfaction and feeds her a few beans in satisfaction.

He’s been observing what his Abra is able of doing the past few days. Originally, he intended to raise pokémons for the sake of battling but, recently, he has noticed that they may have much more practical uses in Hive City. For someone without any sort of power besides super memory, the creatures’ special powers could be a handful for survival here.

The parks in Sector 6 are a good place to run such tests, as are they’re wide and peaceful, yet they have this annoying problem of people getting to stare at him. He didn’t know what was up with this old man in particular, but Momo started looking agitated as soon as Donato paid attention to them. What’s up with that…?

"Iiiiiiii suppose so…” Shintaro sighed and patted the Abra’s head to calm her down. “You didn’t come from a world where they’re real either, huh?”

“Oh no, my son. They aren’t... where I come from...” Donato smiled amused he wouldn’t disclose his true identity any further, it seemed like this boy came from a by far more peaceful place. “... there are other creatures roaming the cities. In my world they’re merely an idea someone had at one point, but I suppose the same would apply to me in your reality.” 

Maybe it was a little cryptic of him to talk like that. “I suppose it must feel like a childhood dream come true, hm? The children I used to take care off loved pokémon so much they wouldn’t talk about anything else.” How blissful and nostalgic it was to talk about them now. “You seem to take good care of her.” It was a little like taking care of child, but looking at this boy... no he wasn’t one to take of another living being, he was way too young for such responsibility. 

Even though he had sworn to himself he would behave, it tickled in his back of his back, this urge to make a remark that would break the boy, scare him of going to sleep at night... but then again, wasn’t it enough that he already scared so many other children? “In a city like this it must be pretty handy to have something like a guardian...” Then he laughed. “You’re still young, not as fragile as me old man, but who knows who or... what you run into at night.” 

Well, even though he was telling a lie, it was only half of a lie. Since he still felt weak since this godforsaken scientist had stripped him off his power. 

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iustixia:

Amon was nonetheless ready to fight, he expected the ghoul to be the same. He even braced himself for an attack as he watched the ghoul rise from the debris. What he did not expect however were those words of surrender, something the investigator himself couldn’t brace himself for and it pierced him harder than any attack he had taken before.

“Don’t fuck with me.” The words escaped his lips.The mixed emotions that built up inside him made his voice hitch, but it was barely audible to anyone besides him. 

Though a passive reaction, it was more than enough to fuel Amon’s rage that sent the investigator to a berserk and his consciousness into the dark.

When he came to, Kura wasn’t in his hands anymore, but rather the neck of the ghoul tightly grasped in one hand while the other formed a fist and mercilessly came down onto the priest’s head continuously. Even as blood and flesh clung tightly between the investigator’s knuckles, he did not stop. It didn’t take long until ‘they’ began to call out to him.

Voices of the children that he himself took the lives of with his own hands. Their anguished cries of help, pleading to Koutarou for help, for him to stop, to his reason why he was doing this to them.

“Stop” he said, mimicking the children, but the voices only gotten louder. 

“Stop!” 

Cried out pleading, but again, no result. The blood stained hands now gripped the skin of his face, trying to tear it away as if it will make the voices stop. In between his fingers, a dark kakugan shone through.

Predator became prey as Amon writhed on the ground in pain, pleading repeatedly to the unseen children to stop and be reduced to the same status as they were, vulnerable.

Whatever was to come next, he knew that he would endure it. Was it ironic, to think of it was a punishment was well as redemption? He felt his son’s bare fist crash into his body, again and again it felt as if the anger and the pain that he had bottled up for years now rained down on his father. 

It was numbing, incredibly numbing. The pain shot through his body and filled his eyes with tears but... no, no he didn’t cry because of the pain, there was something in Kotarou’s eyes that made him worry, this conflict he had to face seemed to be lying deeper in the past and must have left a deeper trauma that Donato ever wanted to admit. 

This was his fault, his responsibility, he should have protected Kotarou but instead he hurt him, destroyed him. “K-Kotarou... my... dear... Kotarou...” He tried to lift up his arms, comfort his crying child, he shouldn’t cry now, papa was here... 

... but he had to get away. Was it his survival instinct? What in the world was more important than staying by his son’s side? Was he really this selfish? 

He felt his legs move on their own and he hid in away in the shadows, his face was merely a bleeding mess and he knew that it would take a long while for him to recover, but out of his hideaway he could still watch Kotarou, watch him cry out in pain and confusion, in anger and desperation. 

“How ironic... for a priest to start praying now...” But all he could do was to ask God or whatever deity hurt him to take care of his son in his place. 

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bubonem: 

Information, much like time, would flow on its own pace. Only those who controlled it could ever truly affect it, but the strands of information, golden and harsh like the cruelest ray of light, that had held together Tokyo were still so easy to cut. Had she not done the very same with one little novel?

Thinking back on it, it really did make her smile.

Others could do so too, knowing what they did and making themselves so valuable. Knowledge was truly power, and saved a few some from being such easily broken pawns. Such like-minded people would naturally hear and learn about one another, so the appearance of an older gentlemen was akin to a pleasant surprise rather than a concern.

She watched him for a few moments, until she was noticed, and then somehow the two of them came to be seated at an outdoor cafe. They hardly looked suspicious, and drew no wandering eyes.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that question, father?” She chuckled. “Though, this city is a better alternative to a cell, even if it is a cage. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Beggars couldn’t be choosers – what bird didn’t like a bigger place to enjoy themselves, even if they were still confined? Some people went their whole lives without realizing they were chained, after all.

Who would have thought that it was such a delight to find a like minded person? He couldn’t say that she defied his expectations of her, as he did not have any to begin with, she was a riddle, but it was most certainly a pleasure to finally have the chance to lead a proper conversation with her. 

“Oh my dear, after years and years in the same little cube I must say it is oddly refreshing to enjoy my stay in yet another prison cell, I have to admit I like this one better though.” 

A blissful smile formed on his lips as he looked around. “Isn’t it delightful to watch everyone rush from place to place? It feels like after a while you can forget that you’re also just a prisoner in this place, maybe they think it’s a visit... but can’t visitor decide when they want to leave?” 

“As for this place I highly doubt we’ll ever get a chance to leave... at least not when we wish to. So why not settle down here, hm?” He heard of Aogiri, of course he did, the only question was whether or not Eto intended to build up her own little army in a place like this too. Of course he had seen a few ghouls, but not too many, the ghoul population was rather restricted to a few unlucky, which also included the opposing side, or so he heard. 

“Too bad that the flying rats also found their way here...” The old man murmured under this breath, not that they were his main concern at the moment, but knowing they were around and aware of his existence was bothersome. 

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@sodasexual

Maybe it wasn’t a good idea just to sit in the park over a lonely cup of coffee in a cheap paper cup, but what could he do...? It was even a bit reckless of him just to go out in public, but today he didn’t do it because he was looking for any sort of trouble or someone to taunt, no, today he was lonely. 

He sighed and took a look around, as usual he didn’t spot anything out of the ordinary. Some couples were going out for a walk, other people were rushing around, their phones pressed against their heads, their mouths moving but nothing they said was of any importance. Why were humans always so hectic? 

Their small meaningless lives already passed fast enough on their own, no need to fuel their own decay any further. Should he go back home? There was really nothing interesting, that’s what he thought until he spotted a young man and his... Pokémon? In his reality they were only fictional but he was probably just as fictional in other dimensions. 

Donato smiled absentmindedly as he watched them play. The children as the orphanage would often talk about Pokémon, that one was a... Abra, that’s what they were called. 

It seemed like the young man had noticed that someone was watching them, so Donato smiled at him, using his free hand to wave at him, he really didn’t look for trouble right now, so he decided to give it a shot and be nice. Even if it was just for a few hours. 

“Please don’t let me disturb you, it’s just the first time that I see an Abra.” 

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@gluttonx

It took him way days to fully recover after what Kotarou did to him, the wounds healed slowly but steady, but the things it did to him on a psychological level were things we wouldn’t be able to shake off easily. He felt like a beaten dog that still followed his master, how the roles were switched all of the sudden... but he couldn’t approach Kotarou, he wouldn’t take any risks now. 

Instead he now followed one of the people he always saw being around his son, a girl. A young woman. She was pretty, but there was something cold about her aura, maybe she was a threat but he didn’t really care at this point. Anything to just get a little information about Kotarou was worth the risk. 

“Who would have thought that Sachi’s protégé would also end up in this city.” 

Donato had seen her before, but now up close he got a better impression of the young woman. “You look nothing like he described you. You know, he always loved talking about you, all day and all night.” 

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“Oh my dear, have you finally found your humour in the end? I am glad to see that you’re not as stoic as you used to be.” 

“... but you even remembered my birthday. I’m glad... thank you, Kotarou-kun.” 

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iustixia:

Too bad that dream of a sanctuary was cut short by a quinque flying towards the priest. It knocked the priest back and drove him into a wall, which was something that would have killed a human, but as far as he and the thrower knows, he’s barely hurt.

The child’s face showed terror, not because of the priest, but from the man who approached him. Concern nor worry for his safety was not what he got from the stranger, but rather bloodlust oozing from the man himself, and though he was not the target of these ill feelings, being just around the man scared him stiff.

‘Initiating demolition phase.’

The voice made the child snap back to reality and gave him enough time to run away. His cries freed the pedestrians as well from being frozen in fear from the sudden violent act. They knew too well when a fight begins between the people who had been placed in their home city, and that all they can do is either run or watch while in the risk on the crossfire.

The investigator was too blinded by his rage to even count the civilians nearby before he had thrown his quinque, worse that he may not even had noticed the child, only the face of the monster that haunted his past.

“Clear the road! It’s dangerous so leave immediately!” He’d finally spouted, a little bit too late as most of the bystanders had already hightailed out of there.

The impact was more than painful, pain, something that was a foreign concept to him when he still lived in Tokyo. Over the years he had gotten to so used to it, his body had adjusted so well that he could barely been bothered. Yet... he couldn’t deny that the root of this pain lied somewhere else than the impact of the quinque forcing his body against the nearest brick wall. 

No... this pain was rooted in something else. How many years had passed since he had last heard this voice? He had always taunted him, his dear, precious son, but deep down inside he knew that there was a fire slowly burning and consuming him. A fire that only grew bigger with each year that passed, his time was running out, he wasn’t a young man anymore and he had wasted most of it now. 

Should he fight back...? 

How foolish to even assume he would be able to do any harm to this child. How many nights did he spent awake now, asking himself what the true extend of his feelings were... his mother had loved him, but he never understood her. Foolish woman, that was all he could think of her, a stupid woman that chose to die for him... 

Donato slowly rose his head, Kotarou-kun was blinded by rage. Anger. He was falling apart, it was clearly visible in his eyes. There was no internal struggle or fight he had to win, no. He was determined. Determined to bring this to an end and for the first time in his life, Donato understood his mother’s motivation, the sacrifice she made for him. 

“... if it brings you peace...” 

“Don’t hesitate to kill me... my dear Kotarou...” 

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@bubonem

The city seemed to be dirty enough for rats of all kind to gather around, he was still recovering from the initial shock of running into the CCG in a place like this... no. He was recovering from the shock of running into his son, but that was a small detail he wanted to ignore, a detail he wanted to forget and vanish from his memory. 

But speaking of these rodents... where they lived there were also natural enemies, bird of prey. Donato had heard the hushed whispers on the street, even though this city was still unfamiliar to him he didn’t lose track of what was really important. And that was, no matter in which time or place, information. 

Even back in Tokyo she was nothing but a mystery to him, an enigma. There was only so much she let the people know about her, which made her either a thread or an ally he could use now more than ever before, but he wasn’t in the position to play with fire. No. Not now. Donato still wasn’t sure what happened to him, but he was most certainly weaker and worn out. 

Still, the temptation just to approach her and test his limits was too stronger than the fear he felt. How delightful, fear... it had been ages since he last felt something like this. 

“So the famous one eyed owl finds herself in yet another cage, isn’t it getting a little tiring at this point?” 

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@iustixia

“Finding myself yet in another social experiment.” An amused smile formed on Donato’s lips as he waltzed through the yet unfamiliar streets of the by far most hostile and interesting city he had ever seen. The smells and noises were numbing his weakened senses, it was a little sad that they had to take such a large amount of his strength away from him, he felt like an infant again. 

Just as when he held his mother’s hand for the first time. Ah yes... his mother. It wasn’t the time to think about her now so he tried to focus on other things. This was a new start for him, a new chance to create another sanctuary for himself. Passing by a sea of unfamiliar faces he noticed that not many of them were humans, but they weren’t ghouls either. 

Some held hands with others and shot them glances that a man of his profession shouldn’t understand in first place. But did that mean that there were children around...? Not that anyone would get the false impression of him, by God he would never harm the name of the church in this way, no... his only plan was to sink his teeth deep into the flesh of a little lamb.  

And just then light sobbing caught his attention, how fortunate, it seemed like he would enjoy his stay in this city more than he expected at first. 

“There there... no need to cry.” 

Not yet. 

[pater-vanidicus-blog]

Hello naughty children, grandpa is here. Since this blog is new I want to make a fresh start so everyone who is interested in getting a starter from your friendly neighbourhood priest like this post and slide in my DMs either here on tumblr or here x to plot with me. I won’t write starters without a clear plan for the plot!! No cap, you’re all welcome to interact with pops.