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affialated Kuzen from Tokyo Ghoul, roleplay blog. indie friendly. District Zeta retain strength 

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Its been fun but I’m dropping Kuzen as a muse .thanks for the fun!

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WHAT...is love. 

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@ladybrandxsh liked your post “Kuzen dreams of blood, gore and meat. if your interested in the state...”

Do you know how messy a ghoul out of control can be when they hunt? 

No one ever wants to know, but it did happen, at least in this dream. Entrails were everywhere, a ridicolous amount, perhaps it was Kuzen favorite body part to feast on. In any case, there was too much organs scattered, all looking so fresh and pulsing. 

A glare at the other as he feels approached. 

One hand wiping off blood from his mouth and in his other hand, a heart. 

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Kuzen dreams of blood, gore and meat. if your interested in the state where Kuzen was still hunting people and eating from the graveyard. well like this starter call? Anyways it will be bloody, also short. 

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I’m going to use Kuzen in all my team set ups even if it makes me super weak!!!

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I finally got Kuzen in dark wars!!!

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starter ca// for anyone alive. 

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thespianprince:

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“Ah… I think I’m lost.” More like hopelessly lost. Kashima had decide to go and look around the other sectors, and decided to come and look into sector one. The problem was getting herself out to move over to the next one. “This is weird. I don’t have a bad memory. I remember the stop sign being here after I made two right turns. Now going back, it’s not here. What does this mean.” The Prince thought to herself out loud before she continue walking. “Ho! Maybe if I just continue walking straight, I’ll make my way out!” That was the plan she was set on accomplishing. At least, that’s what she hoped. 

It wasn’t long before her own feet were getting tired. “Man I’m exhausted. I think this would be a good time to rest… but I really want to get out.” Well, it looks like there’s no use. She would resort in the method of asking someone for help. “Excuse me, sir.” He seemed like a helpful guy. “Mind telling me how to get out of this place. It feels like I’ve been walking for hours and now I feel pretty lost.” She let a small smile cross her lips of how true her statement was. “You wouldn’t happen to know a trick on getting out of here, right? Unless…you’re also lost.”

Looking around other sectors without a map is rather dumb, because honestly, there were so few places to actually look. But if someone wants to get hopelessly laugh, than its their choice. But if its a young person who gets lose, than there is no stopping stupidity from happening at all.

Ruins were part of every day life, its here where he can peacefully hunt for people. People who had given up on life, their corpses left to be eaten. Its only a matter of getting to it before it decomposes.

So far nothing.

“Ah…yes. I believe if you go north, you can reach the exit. But what are you doing here all the way from the main districts? Do you...need help getting out?”

He heard.

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starter ca// for anyone alive. 

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There is a figure darting around the roofs with no effort. Its him. 

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widcwbit:

it’s been … far too long since her last outing with another individual ; in terms of being somewhere others could notice. it would make her self conscious to pay mind, thus she chooses not to. best to focus on her appealing company. 

having only glanced over the menu, the widow is fairly certain of her decision. it wasn’t often she found this option available on menus, but it was about as close to a human dish as she could get ; without having to order a normally cooked dish as raw ‘ i see a beef tartare … i might do that. have you decided? ‘ she also planned on still getting a cup of joe.

He calls a waiter in, only ordering the plain coffee while he gives her order. Thats done he makes sure to put the menu down [shouldn’t he have done done before?] as he tries to make things less awkward. 

 “Do... you want to talk about...anything?”

He tried at least. He tried. 

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widcwbit:

if only she had a hair tie to pin back her long atramenous silk ; though she’s never found much use for such a contraption. he’s sweet to dismiss being whacked in the face by her hair, nothing that could have been done about it. she tips her head forward, a demure bow, and shifts her hidden gaze in the direction of his gesture. quaint simper adorns her budding lips whilst giving a faint nod—-

‘ really? ‘ how kind of him! ‘ if i’m not imposing, yes … i’d enjoy grabbing a cup. ‘

Women were still people, and theres nothing strange with interaction with one. Their both young adults, so the image of two going on a date might occur to some people, but all in all he makes sure to not be so ...awkward this time around. 

He enters the cafe first, finding two seats available and sitting down. Menus were handed out but even if he made a show of looking through the items. Some items were written in kanji that he could barely read. 

 He peers over his menu. 

 “...What will you have?”

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bobbrawler:

[⚡] - What’s he so tense over, Oga wonders? Is it Baby Beel? Can’t blame him, if that’s the case; a kid with neon features and a strange delight in dark matters tended to unsettle most. It was probably the hair.

“Yeah, that’s Baby Beel. Kaiser de Emperana Beelzebub IV, but nobody ever uses that goddamn mouthful.” Oga just wanted to show off a little, that he remembered the full moniker (this time). “I’m Tatsumi. Tatsumi Oga.” Oga didn’t ask for the man’s name. He’d give it if he felt like it, and if he didn’t, Oga didn’t particularly care. He was more concerned over the fact Baby Beel was tottering closer to a particularly thick patch of blood, and Oga didn’t want to bathe him tonight.

Baby Beel was nudged away from the blood with Oga’s foot as the delinquent frowned in confusion. “Look, gramps, I already said what you do is your business. I ain’t no snitch.” He’s a delinquent, sure, but he’s got his own code of honor. “Beel ain’t a snitch either. He can’t talk yet, but he wouldn’t be a snitch either way.”

The toddler gives a proud “daa buu!” in affirmation. What a respectable child. He already knew nothing good happens to those that rat out others. He reached out a hand to grasp at the man’s pant leg demandingly, but Oga stopped him with a stern look and a barrier in the form of a foot. “Beel. Men don’t grap up on strangers. We ain’t that rude.”

This teen is so devoid of morals its too funny, but he can’t laugh. If he did he’ll give his position away and more people, less kinder people would see the mess he had made. 

 “You..won’t?” A sinner is a sinner, and all ghouls are sinners, especially those who kill in order to survive. Corpse picking didn’t leave him with much strength to protect himself, especially when the taste was different. He could do it, but he knows thats not a option, where strength is concerned. 

 “..”

He shakes his head. 

 “Its ok. He is just a baby. Let him have that few moments of innocence.”

He kneels down, blood covering his entire hand and all. And holds it out for the baby to grasp. 

 “Here. I am...Kuzen.”

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Arima? Don’t know him. 

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widcwbit:

‘ oh, how adventurous! ‘ perhaps he wouldn’t mind sharing his experience with how that goes, she would love to discover other various flavors of coffee. unfortunately, this wind was something else ; amidst taming her loose tendrils, the breeze forced her hair to flick in his face. commanding her silken tresses to control themselves, she bundles all of her hair into her grasp.

‘ i’m so sorry– i seem to bring bad weather every time we meet! ‘ she’s never had this much bad luck before. perhaps they shouldn’t stand around outside anymore.

Awkward again. It seems he brings nothing but awkwardness. And yet, there was a growing comfort that came from her. He didn’t have to show his true self yet to her. And he feels...happy. 

 “Its fine. “ Its stupid to stand still in a windy day like this, where it keeps getting stronger. So he looks around before pointing towards the nearest cafe right there, how convenient! 

 “I...can threat you if you want. “

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widcwbit:

the gust of wind kicks up the weightlessness of ebony tendrils, hand ascending to brush the silky strands from her mien. 

‘ oh yes, of course i am. can’t go a day without it. ‘ she chuckles whilst the breeze fights against her hair once more. ‘ i see you’re stocking up, any particular brand you favor? ‘

 “..No. Trying new ones. “ While he still had money of course. There was a lot of brands under his little baggie. 

More wind blowing it was practically become annoying. 

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widcwbit:

it is a small world after all, as the saying goes. the familiar sound of his voice is the cause of tilt, cranium turned toward him.

‘ indeed, has yours been well? ‘ if he is getting coffee then it must be. 

The wind blows, its like a scenic romance novel. Expect there wont’ be romance , and both eat people. 

   “...Yes. Are you here to...get coffee too?”

more wind blowing.