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Hello mods! It breaks my heart to do this, but for the time being I'll be dropping Rize Kamishiro from Tokyo Ghoul; housed in Hummingbird Hotel #507. My apologies to everyone I was threading with, and thank you for putting up with vore mom until now.

Oh no… vore mom, you will be missed :(  Rize Kamishiro has been dropped for you, but she will remain in our vore-y hearts… forever.  We love you and may you return one day.

♈ aries

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aletta.

“I don’t know about surreal, but it sounds doesn’t seem very sinister.” As she spoke, she eyed one of the sheep wandering about in the midst of the guests. “It sure as hell don’t come from my dreams. I was dreaming about retiring early at a tropical island without a soul in sight.”

“I don’t know if enjoy is the right word. But sometimes you just have to do your absolute best with what you’ve been given to spite the fact that it was given to you in the first place, you know? When life gives you lemons…” Then she gave a shake of her head, chuckling. “Mmm, never mind. That sounded too depressing for such a nice occasion. So, did you come with a date?”

Her gaze averted elsewhere, looking back to the ball that was flooding with life to its brim. Being human sounds good, social even, but you know what’s better than that? Being left the hell alone in peace on a Saturday night; but that’s not happening. Despite the entire controversy of not wanting to be here, Rize can’t disagree with this woman. Is she... sympathizing?

“It’s quite alright, I feel the same way,” once tossed to the floor, a heel crushed the cigarette. “I wouldn’t call it a date She’s more like... Someone I owe a favor,” haha, no homo Rize. “She saved my life and all... Hm, maybe it is a date.” she shrugs. “What are you doing after this? I’d invite you, but something tells me you have other plans.”

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sen.

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It was the smell of blood that made her stir from her slumber. She thought it to be her own at first, but it was too faint. As if it was on a different floor of the same building. What building was she even in? This wasn’t the Cochlea; this wasn’t the place where she had finally parted from this fucked up world.

And when she opened her eyes, she found herself in her own bed. In her (Takatsuki Sen’s) own room. Except it smelled too clean to be her real room. A cheap parlour trick, if anything. Her brain tried to rationalise who would do something like this, but absolutely nothing came to mind.

To make things a little more complicated, that smell was making her realise how hungry she was.

The place was quiet. Or quiet in the sense that there were no terrified screams mixed in with the sounds of living, no stench of death. The ghoul thought about this as she waited for the elevator to stop at the fifth floor of the hotel she found herself in. She wasn’t naive enough to believe this was what she had long hoped for, be she would soon find out.

The elevator opened with a cheerful ding! and the woman with messy hair stepped out. For a second, she stopped and smelled the air, then walked toward the source. She was getting closer now. 

Room 507.

She was sure this was it. A petite fist reached up and rapped on the door. Eto put on her sweetest smile. “Hello? Anyone home~?”

And it’s after another uneventful day that the ghoul finds herself locked up in her room. Day after day, she’d fight against the urge to do something that’s second nature to her, no no, more like instinct; she missed the thrill of stalking, gulling, killing and eating. But due to... recent events, it’s for the best that she lays low, even if the boredom is insufferable.

Flopping back on the couch, she popped a container's lid open ( another mysterious delivery with no shipper’s address ) and hummed in content. Even with Takemi’s help and all Rize still craved more than necessary, bad habits die hard, but at least she’s not killing anyone. Well... not directly. 

While taking the fork to her mouth, she couldn’t help but think about Tsukiyama and his gourmet discourse; ah, so she is a hypocrite now? No, not really, she simply desires to keep her outfit clean for once.

But the lounging didn’t last long, not with someone by her door. Suppressing a groan, the ghoul popped the lid back in before getting the door. “What do you-”

Oh shit. Shit, shit shit. That’s- That’s Takatsuki Fucking Sen.

“...Sensei?”

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hinami.

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The first emotion that registered was surprise. She hadn’t ever met the other ghoul, but she knew enough to immediately know her upon meeting her. She wasn’t sure if she should be cautious or not, given the history, what had happened to Kaneki. 

It was even more concerning, given they were both going to be working in the library together. Hinami swallowed nervously as she moved up to the counter.

“You’re…Kamishiro-san, right?” she asked, trying not to look too nervous. Her time in Aogiri had given her more of a backbone than that. “It seems like we’ll be working together from now on.” 

“I, ah…look forward to working with you.”

She’s always been good with names and faces, but sometimes however certain moments of one’s life make it impossible to register everything; her recovering time, to be more precise. So many things had happened, she’s well aware that they have, but her memories barely made any sense. Rize clicked her tongue.

She can’t be blamed for reading the letter delivered to her over and over again. It was brief, offered a name and a forewarning that they are to join very soon. Nothing more, nothing less! But she’s curious about this name, so deep in thought that it surprises her when her name’s called out.

“Oh!” and the mystery is solved. Feels good to actually remember a thing or two, and Rize’s smile might have let it known that she’s somewhat relieved. “Fueguchi-san, it’s so good to see you. Life sure is different in here.” no lies so far “I’m sure you’ll love Stella City... it’s quiet and peaceful, very much like your new job! And a certain someone is also in town.” folding the letter and placing it away, Rize moved from behind the balcony with a perfect brow arched up. “Oh well, enough talking. I’m here in case you need guidance.”

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takemi.

“Yes, well, that was before you were saying annoying things.” Takemi stated irritably. It was only her first glass of wine and she was starting to feel that glow. It had been a while since she had anything to drink –during her long period of depression, drinking could have become a habit– and so one glass was hitting her a bit harder than usual.

“Hey, what are you–” Takemi began to protest as the ghoul snatched the empty glass out of her hand, but feeling the gentle warmth of her arm around her waist put an end to that. She had seen this woman’s skin turn steel scalpels and needles, and yet it still managed to be so soft.

“That’s…probably for the best, I’ve never really danced like this before.” The doctor replied sheepishly. Her body stiffened as Rize held her closer, but soon she felt herself relax against the other woman and followed her lead as well as she could manage.

And it was at that point she felt like there was nowhere else she’d rather be.

Against popular belief, it seems that Rize can actually feel! Although unexpected and unsettling, this isn’t her main concern; this is a human that she’s holding right now, pulling closer and moving to the sound of the melody, gambling on a game she has no chances of wining whatsoever, they’re so close that drinking into the other’s scent turns out to be impossible. This is dangerous, and the fact that Takemi didn’t protest or pull away made it all the more interesting to Rize.

They danced for an entire song. Bodies pressed and thoughts scattered, she couldn’t be more detached from a moment that demanded so much from her. Even so, everything feels very much real... The only thing more real than the acknowledged situation, is how Takemi is dragging herself to follow up; toes were crushed in the process, suppressed groans and ignored tears - she has experienced worse than this. Takemi couldn’t be any more drunk. Yes, after just a single glass of wine, pathetic, Rize knows!

“Hey, hey...” hands steadied the doctor by the waist, voice soft despite her aching toes. There’s concern there, but she doubts the doctor would notice. “Are you feeling alright? Here, sit down just for a while. Do you want some water?”

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mom why’s mickey mouse is telling me what 2 do.

He shouldn’t have had his ears pressed to the wall because her belch rattled Mickey to his very core. He had to pull away to gather himself again before going directly back to the wall. His knuckle once again knocking upon the wall. 

“Uh…I don’t think they make earplugs for my specific body type. But…Oh boy how do I say this. Neighbors should treat each other with compassion and love. That includes not sucking on meat so late in the night. So please….” He paused to see if she was still making sounds. “Not maybe do it so rough.”

This is really happening. For real. Someone legit has just told her to stop sucking meat. With these exact words. In the middle of the night. No meat sucking. Okay.

If only she’d realize that Mickey is talking about literal meat and not some other connotation.... Hah, well she’s pretty sure he’s clueless about what kinda meat she’s having anyway, so they are even.

“I’m sucking all the meat I want, whenever I want, for as long as I want,” and up she goes, calmly taking her time to settle next to the wall. “I hope you can understand that, my sweet neighbor!” cue another slurp. “Compassion? Love? I don’t know her, sorry.”

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holy shit mom it’s mickey.

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The sound was quite suspicious. A gurgling, greedy, cacophony from the room over. It was late at night and Mickey was trying to get his beauty rest. It was obnoxious and quite frankly was making him slightly hungry. 

He was tired of it. Pressing his ears to the wall he listened. It was sounded like a feast. A sound of chewing and moaning that could only represent one thing. She was having barbecue. However no matter how great a barbecue. It was way too late to be munching that much. The mouse rolled his hand into a fist and rasped his knuckle along the knocking. 

“Golly! I don’t mean to be a bother but I’m trying to sleep. Couldya possibly be a pal and suck on those ribs just a bit quieter? I’d greatly appreciate it oh-ho!”

Enjoying the little pleasures of life such as eating in the dead of the night is easily one of her favorite things. No rules, nothing to care about no one to bo-... She spoke too soon. Perhaps her eating wasn’t the only loud thing, and her thoughts might have attracted this. Good job on jinxing yourself, Rize.

But of course that meant nothing, she rarely cared about the consequences of her actions or people’s well being. Rize allowed silence to sink as she focused, a smile to her lips before she’d let an obnoxiously loud burp escape in response.

“Whoopsy daisy, how rude of me!” and a chuckle followed right after it. “Buy some ear plugs if it bothers you so much.”

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saxy vampire.

                                           ``Ka ka~“

      The slither of laughter tugged at her tongue, spilled through the very cracks of her lips that would then tilt at the corners in her amusement. Yes, she could see her now, emerging from the shadows that had so clung to her; as she had been borne of them. And, oh, indeed, the smell of her was a thing of great curiosity! Foul, heavy and near suffocating—very much like her own presence, the sort that would surely send another scattering through these streets as if a rat attempting to escape its hunter. Yet how soft in her manner…from the curve of her face to the amaranth of her hair, carrying about in appearances none would ever find cause to fear but to trust; she was beautiful. All the more to make her dangerous.

            The wiser man would turn upon their heel and carry on with a regard for their life.

      Alas, she was no man nor had she much care for her own longevity.

      She had always been a beacon for creatures such as this, hadn’t she? As if moths drawn to a flame, the supernatural were never too far off from her heel. They came to her unwilling, unknowing; naught but lost lambs lining up for the slaughter, left to fall by her blade and satisfy an insatiable hunger. Such was the nature of the iron-blooded, hot-blooded, cold-blooded Vampire. Foolish of her, perhaps, to have ever entertained the thought of this place being an exception to the rule. Much time had she to contemplate the nature of those living behind the closed doors of this city, however. 

      Smothering the natural, incorrigible lift of her lips, Kiss-Shot softly clicked her tongue to the sharpness of her teeth, ”How fortunate for thee, then, that I am not one for frivolous pleasantries. I wast but making an observation, was all.“ Careful to keep her hostess well within her line of sight, the blonde took an idle step forward, and then another, and another—approaching and yet going nowhere in particular; as if testing the very limits of her apparent trespassing. ”I cameth to see the sights and hath found myself wandering these streets, I hadst no intention of staying long. At ease, girl,“ and then a pause, ”I has’t little interest in what vermin thou has't tucked away here.“

            You, however…

      Softly, she canted her head.

      ” … humor me: what art thee?“

For a hunter to realize that they’ve become the prey the situation in which they are must be precarious. Never in her life had Rize met with such entity, for the way she speaks to the way she walks, even her beauty, everything served as a warning: that woman is trouble.

She can’t help but find irony in her own thoughts and assumptions... beauty can be misleading, she knows that but not better than the ones who have fallen for it; this woman however, she is not a single bit misleading, no, the threat is very much there for Rize to see and run off. But something keeps her there. Is it the thrill? Perhaps, but her hands are shaking. Is this what fear feels like?

How foolish of her to stay there, to allow the other step closer and closer, curiosity might get her killed at some point. She hopes it’s not tonight however, and something tells her it might be for the best to exchange secrets instead of leaving like she always did. Instincts....

A thin line formed when her lips pressed together, carefully choosing the words that’ll better convey what a monster like her is. A sigh as delicate as her image whisked past her lips, tongue running over them for a brief moment.

 “ ... a being often referred to as a man eater. Cannibal, ghoul... Whichever you choose will suit me, I’m not picky with names.” locking eyes with the other, Rize dared to offer a smile. “I ask you the same question, my dear.”

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yukio.

Yukio scribbled her name on the cup with a flourish and set it to the side to take her money.  He offered her a dazzling smile as she handed it over; he punched the drink into the cash register to come up with her total before handing over the change.

“Aw, don’t be shy!  I don’t bite.”  He didn’t mean to tease, but she was making it awfully easy.  Besides, maybe she wasn’t the type to get asked out often which would make it more fun.  Turning around, Yukio approached the many machines behind him.  He hadn’t made a double espresso yet, but it couldn’t be…that hard.  Could it?  He’d just do what his coworkers did.  Simple.  Easy.

He pulled the level down just a little two fast and managed to spray himself with the steaming drink.  Pausing for a moment, he reassessed his life choices while he could feel the espresso burning his legs.  No matter, sometimes you gave yourself second degree burns with near boiling coffee.  It happens to the best of us.  Giving it a second go, he managed to make the drink properly this time.

Trying to ignore the large wet stain spreading from his mid chest all the way to his knees, Yukio handed Rize her drink.

“Yep, uh.  Here you go.  One double espresso created with as little crying as possible.”

Refraining from laughing or even smiling has never showed to be more difficult as it is right now. It’s not her fault that karma has bitten him faster than she could; a shame, but even so Rize manages a straight face, feigning a somewhat concerned expression once the coffee’s ready. A true actress.

“Oh dear, are you alright?” the corners of her lips did a subtle upturn that quickly faded away when she pressed them into a thin line. Keep it together Rize, people shouldn’t find joy in people’s misfortune! “I - I’m so sorry, you got scalded because of me!” briefly rummaging through her bag, Rize pulled a handkerchief from it. “Here, I know it’s not much but.. but...” with reddened cheeks, she took hold of a notepad and quickly wrote something on it before  handing it along with the handkerchief. “I hope I’m not being too bold... but that’s my number. Perhaps we can meet some other time..?” her eyes fell to the handkerchief, a coy smile adorning her lips.

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takemi.

Dammit, this was annoying. Everything about what Rize was seemed to be wrong, and Takemi’s intuition was telling her as much. Why was it so hard to just walk away?

No, for the last time, she was going to stop thinking about this and at least enjoy the ball. 

“You know what, forget it. I’m just glad I don’t have to treat another one of your injuries. Let’s just just have fun for tonight. That’s what we came here for, right?” She tilted her head and smiled gently. “Just a good time with a friend.”

At this point she wondered if that was how she really felt. Did she really think of this woman as her friend? Every time she looked at her, Tae felt a tightness in her chest that she hadn’t really felt for anyone before. The alcohol was definitely not helping, either.

“What do people do at these things anyway?” 

Talk about annoying. Rize thought that by now anyone in their right mind would be gone, but not this woman. It’s like Takemi’s challenging her, inviting her to show more of her true self, only to brush it off and stay put, like as if being a ghoul is nothing to be scared of. Very much annoying, indeed.

Winning or losing hardly matters. As long she’s getting something out of a situation, she couldn’t care less about titles. Winner or loser. But the ‘challenge’ in question meddles with issues that Rize is trying her hardest not to think about.

“Awh, as far as I can remember you were very much enjoying my presence! You were so heartbroken when I left a week earlier than predicted, remember?” she teased. “You’re right, we should stop talking and...” taking the glass from the other’s hand, Rize put it down along with her own unfinished one. An arm snaked around the woman’s waist soon enough, her grip firm and gentle. “...dance with me! That’s what people do at parties,” she offered a smile whilst slowly pulling Takemi close, voice lowering considerably. “I’ll lead...”

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aletta.

“It’s all part of my charm.” It seems being stuck the resident of a strange city has no effect on her sarcastic quips. She watched the smoke she exhaled catch the light before disappearing. Then, she turned to the other, giving a quick upturn on the side of hr lips.

“Hmm, and what gives that away? You’re right, I arrived just some time ago. Figured I could at least check out what the fuss is all about. Seems like the people here are nice.”

Well, she likes it. It’s not everyday she finds someone who’s not a complete waste of time or a stick in the mud. She takes another drag, face turning the opposite way before releasing the smoke.

“You can say I have a knack for reading people. But yes, this is a very peaceful town, like the ones you’d dream of, it’s almost surreal in my opinion.” she tips the cigar, getting rid off of the ashes, “Are you enjoying it so far? I didn’t leave my room for a day when I first arrived.”

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kaneki.

His two hours alone in the library were spent thinking more than reading. Once Rize had left and he’d found a seat, he had a chance to consider what meeting her here meant. She had been surprised to see him, and she hadn’t appeared suddenly in a field of spider lilies or in a dark, checker-tiled room, or with manicured nails digging like claws into his shoulders, so he’d treated that bizarre meeting like it could be real.

But it was foolish, to trust his broken mind that much. Rize was trapped in a lab of Kanou’s somewhere, not moderately well-adjusted working in a library run by sheep. Just thinking of it to himself was absurd enough.

Imagine his surprise then when Rize really did meet him in the cafe, and spoke with the barista, and carried a cup of coffee back to the table. For a moment he was sure he did feel a hand on his shoulder and a chuckle in his ear (or were those dozens of scraping legs?), but she sat down in front of him and the world reoriented itself.

“Wait, you’re really real.” Shit, why did he say that out loud. He cracked a finger and looked off to the side awkwardly. “I mean - how are you here? Even once we knew to look, none of us could find you in Tokyo.”

Rize stopped for a moment, eyes blinking in confusion as soon as those words left the other’s mouth; if only she knew for how long Kaneki’s suffered with tormenting visions of herself... but she’s clueless about his mental stability, for now at least, and things like that might make her suspicious of him sooner than expected.

Reaching for her own cup, Rize briefly shook her head before studying Kaneki with a perceptive look she’s sure he’s never seen her wear before. She takes a sip.

“Are you out of your mind? Of course I’m real,” that’s annoying, and she can’t just ignore the fact he tried correcting the phrasing, “I know you went through a lot, it doesn’t take much to realize that, but I’m as real as I can get.” placing the cup back on its saucer, Rize calmly took her glasses off before speaking, “...But I’m thankful. For the fact you’re the one I’ll be sharing a space with.” she knows that’s not how Kaneki feels, but he’s better than many ghouls she knows, so... “Shall we begin?”

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azula.

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Apart from military strategy and history books, Azula had never taken to reading for only the pleasure. To her, it was a hobby taken up by those that were as boring and dull as her uncle, who was so lonely and friendless that he found solace in tea leaves and written word. Disgusting. But reading was calming not boring, apparently, though she’d yet to really experience that herself. To her, if she wasn’t learning it was a pointless waste of time.

Finding the library had been easy enough, but the task of actually finding a book to enjoy was absolutely monumental. Not that she tried that hard at it. After mere moments of glancing around, Azula found what she believed to be was the front desk and put a hand on her hip. “Can you tell me which of these would actually be enjoyable to read,” she said with an annoyed sigh, “I don’t have time to skim.” 

Rize’s work is far from stressful, with plenty time to read as she waited for customers to show up; the perfect job for someone who can barely stand humans. And finally, someone showed up to disrupt her quiet moment. Sliding a bookmark inside the book, Rize clapped it shut before turning to the other with a submissive smile; that’s annoying considering this girl’s attitude, but she sucked up it for the sake of keeping the job.

“Good evening. I’d love to help you, and I will if you tell me what you’re looking for. Do you have a genre in mind?”

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“Are you…genuinely excited about puzzles?” She smiled. How amusing. “That’s pretty cute actually.”

“I sure am! I’m a mysterious girl of many qualities,” and many secrets as well. “I know you’re often busy, but... if you need recommendations, you should drop by at my place...”

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“I thought this couldn’t get any better, but then we got puzzles!” and here you have a rare sight of vore mom excited over something other than cronches.