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✘ TOKYO GHOUL RP ✗ independent suzuya juuzou ✘ MULTIPLE PARAGRAPHS - NOVELLA ✗ mature|triggering themes ✘ OC|CROSSOVER FRIENDLY

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            Now that Haru’s all fixed up, I’m looking to get some new storylines/plots going, so like this and I’ll come to your inbox to plot when I get off work!

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          My little revamp is complete! I’ll be working on replies, but please like this if you want a starter, or come to my inbox so we can plot! 

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I’m going to be modifying this character a bit! Any changes will not have any effect on current threads, I just wanna make a few changes and solidify his background a bit! I’ll post updates when I’m all done. 

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           Working with Kudo, huh? Just the idea -- although it wasn’t accusatory -- made Haru sick to his stomach. His actions alone were horrific enough, but that fact that he had people who stood by them was even worse. Just how many sick people like him were there in this world? Thinking about it too much left the strain snarling a little in disgust as he turned his head away to hear the rest of the answer, his teeth gritting as he tried to restrain any comments until he was finished.

          “I don’t have any,” he finally spoke under his breath, more like he was speaking to himself at first. Going in for questioning would be useless since he didn’t even know if Kudo was still alive. Therefore, why would he know anything other than what Scepter 4 had already obtained from other strains? Perhaps those who were even closer to Kudo? “You probably already know everything I could tell you...” But soon, the King’s motives became clear. Even off-duty, he still had responsibilities, and while Haru understood that to some extent, this encounter didn’t exactly inspire him to suddenly start co-operating. 

          If he went in for questioning, Scepter 4 would have his records. It was his long-standing goal to stay off their records entirely, to stay out of the system. He didn’t do anything wrong, so why should they have such extensive tabs on him? Abruptly, Haru pushed himself off the wall and stepped away, shaking his head. His features suddenly sharpened, eyes narrowing. “I won’t go.” He blunted. “I’m not doing anything wrong. I don’t see why I should have to.” 

“I’m off-duty, at the moment–so I feel comfortable informing you that this incident is, in fact, unprecedented for myself as well.”

Thus far the information he’d given the boy was a matter of public record, or, at the very least, what was accessible in the newspaper records of the time.

But, to speak of this any more–to tell the boy any more facts of the case–would constitute rather a few breaches of classified information. And yet, Reisi found himself curious–and perhaps even a little bit sympathetic.

Koshi Mizuchi, Kudo Osamu–these figures had loomed over Reisi’s early months of ascension to Kingship. He’d read and reread the files on them, and vowed that his Scepter 4 would never permit such things to happen again. It would be safe. I myself was a strange child, he’d told Mr. Fushimi and Ms. Awashima once. Aihara Haru, too, he thought (as he often did around Strains), might have been so.

“As you said, ANNEX 4 and USAGI could watch you. I think you would not find it so uncomfortable as you expect. You could be brought in for questioning regarding the whereabouts of Kudo Osamu–indeed, if he is still at large, and assuming you are not working for him and trying to put me through some sort of… game. Given that, if you have information, it may lead us to him no matter how little you think you know, we have the clearance to do that.”

…It would be a vehicle to create an actual file on Aihara Haru, as well–and, perhaps even, the ‘us’ that he’d just mentioned. But Reisi would let that slide for the moment.

“Given that we are talking about a man who is not in custody and who has been accused of some very violent crimes, Scepter 4 has grounds to procure a warrant for questioning you.”

“But I would prefer not to do so. I would prefer to have you come in voluntarily, if at all possible.”

It was a generous offer, indeed, to Reisi’s mind. Depending on the boy’s powers, and the risk that he had posed by remaining unsupervised for the past few years… he might have been in quite a lot of trouble indeed.

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          He wasn’t much of a traveler, admittedly -- at least not in the sense one would think. In a technical sense, being on the run counted as travelling as one could never remain in the same city for extended periods of time. However, it wasn’t the first of possibilities that came to mind. 

          To Haru, that was the only way he knew how to do it but when Riku brought up a trip to Hokkaido, he couldn’t help but smile at the pleasant imagery forming inside his head. It must be nice, he thought to himself, being so detached from everything. The city strengthened his bonds to a world he hated. If not for the fact that he was starting to build somewhat of a home in Shizume City, he may have opted for a place more like Hokkaido. 

          “Maybe my brother and I could go one day.” If they ever saw each other again. At his own answer, he looked to her with a smile on his face. “Could be fun to see something new. I’m pretty sure he’s never been either. You could come too.” Was that odd? She brought him in, no questions asked, to her festival idea, so it seemed wrong not to invite her, right? Nope. It was definitely weird. Haru scratched the back of his neck, trying to brush it off with a small chuckle. “ --- I mean, if you want to, that is.”

Even with such a surprised noise coming from the other, Riku kept her smile. Yes, it was a a bit of a gamble to hand over something so important to someone you’ve met only awhile ago. But, honestly, she didn’t really worry about it. There’s no use in stealing a PDA that can be shut off or track via cellphone, it’ll just be useless with one tap to her phone screen. Oh, the marvels of creating original programs!

Once it was handed back, hazel eyes scanned over it, a small “Oh~” of interest being heard. Yes, yes, this’ll be just fine! Simple was best, since this will probably be a very small gathering. Later, she’ll have to ask around and get a permit to hold a mini festival in a public place…That’s it, right?

      “Mm~ I understand where you’re coming from. Sometimes I do wish I can go back to see the springtime in my hometown, enjoy how slow it was.” Although, a small town can either be a blessing or a curse, depending on how you are seen in other’s eyes. But, she never really talked about such a thing; because it’s a downer.

      “—Saa, why don’t you go visit Hokkaido one day?” 

If Haru was the type to like it, then she should at least suggest the island she came from, right? There can never be too many people in that tranquil place known as Hokkaido, since it’s overlooked so much.

      “It’s snow is plentiful and has a lot of mountains, and it doesn’t get too humid, even in the summer—It’s perfect for someone who doesn’t care for the fast-pace life. There’s lots of untouched nature and sights to see, the flowers are beautiful, and the air is very clear.  Away from the more populated areas, someone can live very quietly there!”

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banks // drowning

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          ------ LIKE FOR A STARTER --;

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Anonymously insult my muse for their reaction.

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The 15th icon in your folder is your Muses “I’m calling you out on your shit.” expression.

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bold what applies to your muse: angst edition

when reacting to extreme pain or trauma (inflicted on themselves) your muse feels: helpless | angry | afraid | shocked | defeated | detached | unreal | nothing

when reacting to extreme pain or trauma (inflicted on others) your muse feels: helpless | angry | afraid | shocked | defeated | detached | unreal | nothing

in a life-and-death situation, your muse would: save themselves first | risk their life for someone else | risk their life only for someone they care about

has your muse done any of the things mentioned in the third question (above) and regretted it? yes | no 

has your muse ever: lost a loved one | lost a family member | personally seen someone close to them die | personally seen someone close to them commit suicide | attempted to/successfully commit an act of suicide | been in a war

regarding past trauma, your muse is: indifferent to it | sensitive about it | keeping it bottled up | insecure about it | afraid of others finding out about it | accepting of it

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“As much as I hate your guts, we’ll die here if we don’t work together.”

“Let’s put our differences aside for now. There are bigger issues at hand.”

“Why must I stoop so low as to cooperate with the likes of you?”

“Looks like there’s someone else I hate more than you. Go figure.”

“Alright… I’ll help you, just this once.”

“Let’s get one thing straight here: I don’t like you.”

“This is a one time deal only.”

“Don’t get used to this. It won’t be happening again.”

“I’ll kill you later, when our lives aren’t in danger.”

“Look, we both want the same thing here.“

“Hey, I’m on your side this time!”

“It’s just a matter of overlooking our differences.”

“What do you say?… Truce?”

“Give it a break for once, this is more important!”

“I’ll take the left, you take the right– No arguing.”

“Stop yelling at me! I’m only trying to help!”

“Ugh! I hate having to work with you!”

“I’ll be glad to be rid of you once this is all over.”

“’Hate’ is a strong word… let’s settle for a ‘great disliking of’.”

“I don’t want to do this as much as you do… but we have to.”

“If you want to make it through this, you’re gonna have to trust me!”

“How can I trust you when not only five minutes ago you were trying to kill me?!”

“I can’t take your sass. I’m calling this alliance off prematurely.”

“Please, for once in your life, just listen to me! We’re all in danger!”

“I don’t like you, but this is for the greater good.”

“It’s either us or them, and quite frankly, I could kick your ass any day of the week.”

“As much as I’d hate to admit it, we’d be powerless on our own against them.”

“Just because I’m helping you doesn’t mean we’re friends.”

“Don’t even think about calling me your friend. We’re not. End of story.”

“Just this once, I’ll help… For a price.”

“If I’m going to team up with you, I want something worth while out of it.”

“I can’t wait til this is over… Then we can go back to killing/hating each other.”

“If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do this right, and I won’t let your petty grudge against me ruin it!”

Reluctant Allies -- Sentence Starters

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SEND MY MUSE ONE OF THE FOLLOWING

“You. Me. Cuddle. Now.”

“Don’t move, I just got comfy.”

“I’m scared, hold me!”

“I bit my lip. Will you kiss it better?”

“Tickle war has been declared!”

“Bunny pyjamas, really?”

“I’ve never seen so many kittens in one place.”

“Come on, just one bite.”

“How do you accidentally buy sixty birthday cakes?”

“I never imagined you were so… ticklish.”

“You’re so huggable.”

“You’re under arrest for being too cute. Put your hands where I can hold them.”

“Have you fallen asleep on me?”

“Am I dead?”

“Another one?”

“And what if I don’t?”

“Are you afraid of God?”

“Are you crazy?”

“Are you lost?”

“Are you really that shallow?”

“Are you sure it’s okay?”

“Are you sure there were no…

“How do you really feel about me?”

“Can’t you pretend to love me this once?”

“Would you care if I was gone?”

“Don’t you know the hell I go through to keep you safe?”

“I can’t take this any longer. Help me.”

“Deep down, you’re scared. Aren’t you?”

“You’ll stay alone if you push others away.”

“How many lives have you taken with your own hands?”

“Just for today. Please.”

“You’re the only one who’s never called me that…”

“We can make it work! Let’s run away together, you and me!”

“I… have loved you this whole time.”

“Treat me as you see fit. I’ll still protect you. It’s my role after all.”

“Maybe it’s too much for me to expect kindness.”

“You give me meaning, even if you take it away.”

“Please… hold me. Don’t say anything, just… hold me.”

“Woah, when did you get that?”

“Who did this to you?”

“How many time have I told you to be more careful?”

“You’re saying this was an accident?”

“What a shiner!”

“If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy.”

“I’m not buying it, you don’t walk into a door and get a bruise like that!”

“Does it hurt when I touch it?”

“Let me kiss it better.”

“If you don’t rest, you won’t heal.”

“Another fight?”

“What happened to your face?”

“I don’t think your arm is meant to bend like that…”

“Let’s get you to bed.”

“Let’s get you to the hospital.”

“Why are you so calm about this?”

“You’re bleeding!”

“What are friends for, ey?”

“So, instead of helping you, they ran off the moment they saw what was happening?”

“You need to look where you’re going.”

“I’m not accusing anyone, I’m just saying it looks suspicious.”

“Do you want to tell me what really happened?”

“Don’t move! You’ll faint!”

“I’ve got some bandages, wait a sec.”

“You’re the clumsiest person I know.”

“I won’t let you be on your own, not when you’re like this.”

“How could you be so careless?”

“I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!”

“H-how many of them were there?”

“Do you want to build a snowman?”

“The past is in the past.”

“I’m where I’m meant to be.”

“I know you!”

“A dream is a wish your heart makes.”

“People down here think I’m crazy, but I don’t care.”

“For once, it might be grand to have someone understand.”

“Just look at the world around you!”

“Someday my prince will come.”

“If you had the chance to change your fate, would you?”

“If you cut it down, then you’ll never know.”

“But you’ll never know me.”

“Don’t you dare close your eyes.”

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"Don't die... Don't die on me. Please."

Dying RP Starters

          Don’t die... Don’t die on me. Please. 

          Haru was standing before her, his knees visibly crumbling underneath him while she spoke -- pleaded. Blood escaped from every crevice -- his nose, his mouth, eyes, and of course the horrific gashes leaving bits of exposed skin mangled and even unrecognizable as human skin in some places. The stitches running along his arm had been forcibly removed, but pain was far away at this point. His whole body was numb. His eyes were numb as he stared at Elodie, illuminated only by the moonlight overhead, catching her eyes as they glistened. He wanted to tell her not to cry, but requesting such was almost the equivalent of her telling him not to die. There was no choice. 

          Reaching his arm out, each attempt to speak was met with a bloodied cough, yet there seemed to be an endless supply caught in his throat, choking him. if he didn’t pass out from loss of blood, it would be suffocation. More than anything, the Strain wanted to offer reassurances, even if they were hollow ones. At Kudo’s Orphanage, Haru was a top fighter. But this new world of Kings, and Clansmen, and even other -- stronger -- strains was one he could neither mentally nor physically account for. So he didn’t. When faced with a challenge, he went all in, regardless of the outcome, because it was all he knew how to do. He’d rather die than chicken out, so there he was, fighting -- for what? 

          “I’m... I -- “

         Another attempt cut short, but this time not by choking. This time, his wavering knees finally buckled and gave out, but not before blood-coated fingertips brushed along Elodie’s cheek, a streak of blood left behind on porcelain skin. Haru collapsed to the ground on his side, his entire body going numb. He felt weightless almost, like the concrete suddenly gave way underneath him, and he was now simply floating in an unfamiliar abyss. Blood was matted into silver strands of hair that fell into his face as he curled up, holding onto his midsection where a horrific gash was creating a pool around him. Now that he was no longer able to face her -- now that he wasn’t able to move -- he could finally get his word out. 

          “Sorry...”

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