♕ ┆ life's walking irony

❝ to be crowned in death...❞ ( AUTOPLAY )

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♕ ┆ooc. hey guys! sorry for being gone-- my muse for uta’s been really finicky as of late, so i’m taking a bit of a break from him. however, i am fully active on my oc/anubis blog here (x) if u wish to rp sometime~ 

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Eccentric. Unconventional. Artistic. Cultured. Imaginative. Charismatic. Charming.  

These were all words that Hanako knew she could use to describe her boss of three months; a business mogul in the artistic side of Tokyo. His galleries spanned across the wards, amazing establishments filled to the brim with artistic endeavors which showed only a glimpse of the inner workings of the artist’s mind; for not only was his own art displayed within these premises but also art from around the world that had captured his imagination or attention.

Hanako couldn’t help but smile as she stepped into the pent house that served as both her bosses home, office and work space, warm brown eyes falling on the familiar walls lined with the paintings and masks. Her boots clacked softly against the polished wooden floor as she stepped about one half finished sculpture and nearly step right into an easel complete with a half painted canvas. Shaking her head the young woman came to a stop in front of the old black leather couch (of which her boss was very fond of) watching as the man slept soundly on the worn fabric, still dressed in yesterdays clothes.

“Wakey wakey Uta-san” Hanako sang softly, one hand on her hip and the other perfectly balancing the drink tray that held both hers and her bosses morning caffeine boost. “C’mon, you’ve got a really busy day ahead of you and I won’t be held responsible if you’re late to the meeting with that art collector from Europe that wanted to look at your Ghoul inspired series”

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♕ ┆”Mhmm...” The man mumbles drowsily, dark eyes peeking through a fan of even darker eyelashes. He is unable to repress the small smile that stretches against his lips as he gives a great yawn, stretching out his limbs like a feline. 

Blinking again through his haze of sleep, he sees the woman clearly now, short brown hair resting elegantly against the slope of her neck. 

( ‘ what a sight to wake up to... ‘ ) 

“Good morning, Hanako. Can you hand me my paintbrush? It’s sitting in that cup of water there. I’ve finally decided what color to make my lovely muses’ eyes.” He motioned to the half-finished piece of art splayed against the canvas. Dreaming always did help him cement his thoughts, funny enough. 

Smoothing out the creases in his button-up (though he abhorred most pieces considered business-casual, he did enjoy the two stitched skulls that rested against his wing-tip collar), he gazed forlornly at his state of dress. 

“I’m going to need to change. && bathe. After I finish up this last piece I’ll run a quick shower. In the mean time, I need you to stall my client. Any lie will do.” 

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    It almost hurt to see him throw his mask away so carelessly – he’d been wearing it ever since he got out, it was almost a a coping mechanism for him; who’d known he’d get that attatched? Briefly looking away, he opted to focus his attention to the mask maker instead, watching as he walked away.

    "Not at all.“ He reached out and grabbed the jar, opening it to grab his snack. The temperature had no matter in that – if something, the coldness made the taste quite fine. Silently doing as told ( wasn’t it always like that? ), he moved himself to the stools. Iori sat in one near Uta – close enough for him to work, but still, one stool away both would have their personal space if desired. 

    He nodded in acknowledgement on the other’s words. ”Alright, ask whatever you need.“

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♕ ┆Uta hummed as he picked up his sketchbook, nimble fingers gripping the drawing pencil in his dominant hand. “Alright, Iori-san, first off: what are your thoughts on humans? Honesty’s very important. It helps me decide just what part of your head to cover in a mask-- whether there should be a gap for your mouth, your eyes, nose, it all depends on this question, believe it or not.” 

Though Uta had never truly studied any form of psychology-- or the special field of psychology for ghouls that was surely being braved in universities everywhere, he knew a crude form of the social science. && he’d be using his past encounters with his customers && the information he did know vaguely of the ghoul thanks to Itori’s information-broking. 

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“Let me guess” Hanako said as measured out just the right amount of coffee for the machine, “You like it black with an absurd amount of sugar right?”

As the machine started is soft rumbling Hanako busied herself with unpacking her groceries from earlier. Soon small plastic bags of leaves with hastily scribbled labels, plant food of various kinds and other seemingly random pieces of shopping were being put away in their proper place, though the clutter of the kitchen would lead anyone to believe that it was hardly organised. It was only when Hanako started prepping herself a nice cup of rose leaf tea did she turn to her unusual house guest.

She wondered how observant he was; would he make a remark, like so many had, about her rather obvious alter? Would he comment on the various note books that seemed to lie on almost every available surface? Or would he keep his opinions to himself?

A loud meow pulled the brunette out of her musings and with a laugh the young woman finally gave the giant fluff ball of a cat its long await treat. She almost smirked as she watched Hoshi take hold of the treat and retreat to his favourite indoor perch, the love-seat in her make-shift office just across from the kitchen.

“Please, feel free to make yourself at home, Uta-san; the coffee should be ready soon, this old machine takes a bit longer than the newer models I’m afraid but it’s more eco-friendly so I haven’t bothered to upgrade”

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♕ ┆The human’s house was interesting to say the least. 

His gaze traversed the mess of notebooks && writing supplies, falling onto a table with an elaborate altar. 

( ‘ hmm... someone who still worshipped old gods or spirits... rare to find in this day && age ‘ ) 

“You have a beautiful home. I’m quite fond of the altar. Are the crystals real?” The ghoul questioned, returning to the woman’s side as she began to prepare the coffee. 

“Ah, a good guess. I am fond of black coffee-- && at least two spoonfuls of sugar, but you can’t tell anyone. Everyone thinks I just drink black sludge.” Though his tone was almost deadpan, he had meant it as a joke. Sort of. 

Leaning against the counter, Uta waited patiently for his coffee, lips quirked upwards. 

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Kell glanced at him as they walked. “The name’s Kell. I’m new around these parts. So if I make any dumb mistakes, it’s because it’s  hard to read japanese when you’re an American.”

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♕ ┆The ghoul nodded. “I’m Uta. Don’t worry, I won’t be too harsh on you. Learning a second language is difficult, after all. 

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“Your studio?” He repeats curiously, looking up at him with a questioning gaze. Being told to follow him should raise all sorts of red flags and bring to mind every lesson that he had ever learned about not trusting strangers. But, whether it’s from knowing that the man is right or that he doesn’t feel allowed to decline, he ignores those warnings this time.

“Eh? For me?” He blinks in faint surprise at the offer. He feels like all he’s asking are questions, but he’s still trying to let this whole situation process. He’s in the presence of a ghoul who wants to take him back to his studio, where he apparently makes masks, and the one condition for keeping him safe is to let said ghoul make him a mask. This is dizzying.

“I… Yes.” He hesitates for just a moment, but he answers honestly. If this is what will keep him alive and safe, then he’ll do it. It seems harmless enough, and he just hopes that he’s not making a grave mistake by trusting him. “Yes, I will go with you. I will let you make me a mask.”

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♕ ┆The ghoul smiles, clasping his hand together. “Great, I look forward to learning all I can about you. I go by Uta, by the way.” 

Shrugging his black jacket further onto his shoulders, Uta pointed in the general direction of his studio. “It’s just a few blocks away. Though, I must warn you; I can smell other ghouls near us. They’re interested in your scent. So, I’m going to need you to perform for me-- become an actor just for a little bit, alright? Pretend that you don’t know I’m a ghoul. We won’t talk about anything ghoulish, no bloods, guts, cannibalizing, nothing. I’m going to pretend to be luring you back to my studio. Tomorrow morning, when most of the ward is still asleep, I’ll escort you to the nearest bus stop. I apologize for the inconvenience, but It wouldn’t do my reputation here very good if I just allowed humans to waltz in && out of my shop, would it? I used to run this ward, after all.” 

Uta didn’t give a rat’s ass about his reputation-- what he really cared about was whether the boy would actually follow his lead-- or if this would be where they would part, with the human most likely finding himself in the grasp of a much more malicious ghoul than Uta if he were to run away right now. 

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Puck’s eye went wide, “A bunny? Holy shit what’s it doing so far in the city?”

He walked over, a smile creeping over his face as he reached over to gently pet it, “Awfully friendly, isn’t he? Think he was someone’s pet?”

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♕ ┆Uta nodded, grinning. 

“Yeah, something like that I’d imagine. Since he was in this ward, he might have belonged to a human who was eaten-- or a ghoul who was killed by Doves. Either way, he’s gonna stay here from now on. I haven’t had a pet since I was a kid; it was a lizard. Ah, those were the days...” 

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Puck blinked. Once. Twice. He flinched away a little as the Dove laid a coat around his shoulders and stared at the man

This was some joke. Some sick joke. Had to be, “…If you’re just dragging this out, I don’t see a point. I’ll humor you only ‘cause I like being on this earth. But this is some kinda sick joke.” He sighed. His accent had gotten thick with his exhaustion, and he almost wanted to lapse into full Italian. Fuck this Japanese nonsense. But as it was…

He closed his eyes and focused on breathing. Ragged and painful breaths dragging through his lungs as he regained the breath he’d lost while laughing. He adjusted and put a hand on the dumpster, slowly dragging himself up.

“Yeah, I can walk. The fuck you want to help me for anyways?” The kid maybe? Why? Ghouls sacrificed themselves for their own children lots of times. Was it because the girl was human? Maybe because he didn’t heal like the others? Whatever. He wasn’t gonna look a miracle in the mouth. Or what the fuck ever that saying was. Something about a horse? Fuck, he was getting g delusional.

“You know what, fuck it. I don’t need to know. You said you’re helping me, beggars can’t be choosers. … you said your name was Uta? Huh. Almost sounds familiar. Can’t place why.” His form swayed and his arm shot out to catch himself on the wall, “You might wanna hurry, I’m loosing a lot of blood…”

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♕ ┆The Dove helped support the ghoul’s weight, having him lean against his frame && off the brick wall. The ghoul’s face was precariously close to Uta’s neck, closer than he had let any other ghoul get to his vitals during a fight. He could feel the man’s shallow breaths against his throat. All he would have to do is lean in, take a single bite, end Uta’s life in a flash of red, carotid artery torn to sinews. 

In a way, they were both risking their lives-- so Uta pressed forward, wrapping an arm around the uninjured shoulder of the ghoul. 

“In case anyone sees us, it’ll just look like I’m helping my drunk friend home-- if the person is far enough away && doesn’t see the blood pouring from your wounds.”

The CCG Agent turned his head, taking another quick glance at the man. “So, what’s your name? I feel like calling you ghoul all the time would just be rude.” 

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The others presence hadn’t even registered, till the weight of an arm was felt around his neck. No reaction, no acknowledgment or care that the other shared the same room. Gone for what seemed like years, who was he to care what events had transpired. As far as he was concerned, his supposed twin was nothing more then a specter. A memory of what had been. Still he was not one to pass a chance, might as well humor the other.

“It’s hard to say.” He mused, fingers taping at his phone screen. “Maybe I did….maybe I didn’t. Who’s to say what the exact events, that transpired in your absence were. You might hear whispers from beyond the walls, tales your mind wishes to take for false when they are true. I can not tell you these things, for part of the fun is finding out.”

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♕ ┆Uta gave a sigh. Of course it wouldn’t be that easy. But to be fair, he really didn’t mind. Unraveling secrets was always quite thrilling.

“Fine, I understand. But, could I have a few hints, dear brother? I truly am curious as to what transpired while I was away.” 

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A combination of hearing, smelling, and seeing the other approach bring Wylan away from the close of his business. A severed finger is stashed in his pocket before the quinque is spun in hand and sheathed under his coat behind his back. Perhaps the last visage of any seriousness he’d have for the rest of the evening. Job’s done. And now he had a visitor! Someone to deal with? Well, they’re not outright violent or challenging. Yet. Simply curious. And wow who could blame them after all! When Wylan turns to address them he’s all grins and playfulness.

“Ah hello! Well it’s kinda funny you ask! Because the whole reason this poor sap is dead is a rather funny story.” He coos, hopping away from the body. Normally emerald hues are crimson as the black fills his sclera. He’s behaving pleasantly but not yet off his guard just in case. “The question is, do you have a problem with me killing someone here or are you… interested in hearing the dirt? Because oh is it dirt.”

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♕ ┆Uta shakes his head. Despite having been caught killing a man, the ghoul was surprisingly jovial. 

(  ‘ i think i’m gonna like him... ’ )  

“i have no problems-- this used to be my ward, but I honestly don’t care what happens here anymore. I am curious though, on just what this poor fool did to get a hit placed on him.” He eyes the body before him, expression blank. It was best to keep his feelings buried deep-- not that he had any for the man slain on the ground. 

“You are a hitman, aren’t you? No ghoul would be killing with a knife unless it were for other reasons.” 

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Maiko watches carefully as the ghoul appraises her mask, looking rather quiet as he glances over the large crack in the center.

However, when he comments about her motive she can’t help but blush. Perhaps part of the reason is out of a desire to spend time with someone familiar. After all, Uta is a wonderful conversationalist, and is easy to speak with, but to be so openly called to attention makes her shy.

❝Well…not entirely Uta-sama!❞ she says sheepishly, her toes scuffing together not unlike a scolded child, ❝I mean seeing you is always a big plus! But I’ve just had to hunt more! I’m always hungry lately!❞

It’s true, Maiko often finds herself desperately craving food, and has been attempting to eat at least a little better to keep her strength up, but she’s no longer as skilled as she was as a teenager, which is more than disheartening.

❝I’m just not as fast as I used to be! Sometimes a human manages to get the better of me!❞

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♕ ┆The mask maker gave a chuckle, lips pulling into a grin. 

“If you’re hungry, you can always ask me. I’ve got plenty of food stored in the fridge. && you’re always welcome to it.” He started, gathering up his mask-making supplies. It was necessary as an artist-- often Uta would get caught up in his creations, only realizing he hadn’t eaten as much as an eyeball for two weeks when he felt the uncomfortable emptiness in his stomach. It was better to stock-pile meals so he’d not need to worry. 

“Come sit in the bar stool, Maiko-chan. I’ll get your measurements. We can even continue our chat from last time. We were talking about board games, if I remember correctly. You’ve never played chess before, have you?” 

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      Neo bent down to pick up the fallen sunglasses. A smirk spread across her lips as she handed them to the stranger. “That’s alright.” She spoke in a quiet tone. 

      Oh she knew that those weren’t tattoos. After all, she was a ghoul as well. Although Neo was surprised that he didn’t catch onto her sent right away. Her smirk was still visible. 

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♕ ┆Wow, he really must be getting old-- it’s only then that her scent  hits his nose && he’s ready to laugh at himself. 

“Sorry, guess I’m not as young as I thought, miss ghoul.” 

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She always felt more comfortable in the dark–                                    the sun burned her EXTREMELY sensitive skin, and if exposed for too long she would in fact  p e r i s h. That was the life for a vampire, one in which they were condemned tolive in darkness. Not that Nasa minded, when outside of the city, the night wasthe MOST BEAUTIFUL sight to behold.

Turning her head slowly, her eyes met with someone who looked just as peculiar as she did.

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♕ ┆The ghoul tipped his head, surprised that the girl hadn’t screamed at the sight of him. 

In the dark of night, his ghoul eyes were akin to the color of dying flames. Surely she knew what he was? Uta took a deep breath. Ah, so the odd woman wasn’t exactly human either. 

( ‘ interesting, indeed...’ ) 

“Hello there, miss. It’s a nice night, isn’t it?” 

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  “Well I can levitate. So it wouldn’t do much hair to me in the long run.” Plus if he wanted to he could also open up a portal to another location. Though he had a feeling that would have been to much. Would it? 

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♕ ┆The nonchalantness stunned Uta into silence. Well, that was a first. 

“...Are you saying your a supernatural creature of some kind? Because I haven’t met any humans who could levitate.” 

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                                ❝ I’m fine… ❞ She retorted, arm pulled from still warm corpse. The scent that lingered pulled her eyes closed - it was him… KANEKI KEN. Or at least, what became of him. This must have been a friend of his, or someone close enough to him to wear his aroma like a necklace. She pulled a deep breath, slowly exhaling before her focus could then be captured by the artist. ❝ We should keep moving. ❞

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♕ ┆It was then that Uta understood. 

While his hands were currently buried in some lackey-level ghoul, he had smelled something quite familiar. The scent belonging to Kaneki Ken. 

“Alright, Touka-san. If you ever want to talk about anything, I’m here.” He said in an aloof manner, hoping he wouldn’t tip off the other ghoul. She was a secretive person-- && while he was normally the type for jests or jokes, this was clearly not the time.

“Let’s go slaughter more of these guys. That always lifts my mood.” A ploy at throwing the woman off his line of thought. Hopefully she’d be more willing to talk about her past with Uta’s favorite customer later, when they weren’t currently in the throes of battle. 

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Uta-san.

“ Business that I don’t see any need to tell you of. ” Her voice is curt and harsh; she has no patience for those who play games or speak in riddles.

“ But I need a mask. ”

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♕ ┆The ghoul raised a brow. 

“Fine, fine, I was just making small talk. As for a mask... the process is quite long and ardous. Are you willing to stay still && answer my questions as I design it? Otherwise, you’ll have to go somewhere else. I hear gas masks are quite stylish if you’re looking for something easy && cheap.” 

Oh yes, did Uta love his taunts. 

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water roars past his ears, through a blanket of warmth in sheets that ricochet off surfaces like bullets, soak the bottom of his jeans and fill up his shoes so full he might as well not be wearing any. to say it rains is to understate the tonnes of water that pour overhead. is it an entire ocean? just … getting dumped on this side of tokyo? yes. definitely, with the way eyesight lasts all but the length of his arm. 

CASE IN POINT: when he falls flat on his butt after a run-in with a stranger in an attempt to escape the downpour. his umbrella hits the ground before he does and his clothes show it, soaked to the bone within seconds  ( as if he wasn’t soaked before ). whiplash has him whirling but he sits upright despite, “ sorry, sorry !  are you alright? ” he shouts over the rain. 

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♕ ┆The vampire is amused at the boy’s apology. Uta hadn’t been the one to fall yet the blond was the one apologizing. Extending a tattooed hand, he gives a tight-lipped smile. No need to scare the human... yet. 

It’s as he leans forward that he smells it. 

Blood, though diluted from the copious amounts of rainwater falling down on the pair, eases through the air. He scans the ground-- finding the pinkish rivulets that escape from the man’s palm as he sits cross-legged on the ground. 

“I’m perfectly fine-- but are you alright? That was quite the tumble. Sure you haven’t hurt yourself?” 

He almost thought to invite him to his studio-- it was actually only a few blocks away. He had originally gone out for a bite (yes, a thousand years could pass, && Uta would still be making shitty jokes), but this human was intriguing. Though he was definitely hungry, he could hold back. He’d suffered much worse-- though the slight tightness in his chest was a bit of a mood killer. 

So Uta would play this one out, see if the boy was as interesting as he first thought. If so, he’d invite him to his studio, get to know him, perhaps make a new human friend. If not... well, at least he’d have a meal for the night.