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♢     Take

 Arms cross in response, head lightly dipping down. “Hm. Either way, Kishou has the information you want. I can only provide bits and pieces as of now.” There was much that would find itself discussed in meeting currently held. A meeting to hopefully authenticate results they’d be expecting, presenting definite conclusions. And then the next stage could be moved on to. Soon, soon. Soon he would be able to discard his swiftly ageing body and steady himself. Live alongside his partner without further disturbances. “So you can ask questions if you have any on your mind. But there are no promises.”

 An intriguing question. One he could easily answer. “He’s been told.” It would be near impossible not to. Kishou’s scent was not that of a human, a fact the other should’ve detected near immediately upon awakening following his retrieval. Better to get it over and done with before an outburst of fury could happen. 

 Reactions had proved themselves quite amusing, however. The confusion that had washed over his face when the truth was exposed.“Not that he was keen on accepting the truth.” The man seemed all too willing to throw himself into denial; He had done upon becoming a ghoul and would continue to do so ‘till someone gave him a wake-up call. “Hard to believe you had a hand in raising him.” Truly, it was. Whilst the one standing across from him was calloused and brutal in his ways, there was also an undeniable intelligence. Perhaps even a calmness about his demeanour. 

And though Amon carried the first two within him, the latter? No. Certainly not. “But the CCG would’ve done much worse to him hadn’t Kishou intervened when he was younger.” 

♢         How swift was the child not in discarding any words that would have stirred and searched for more than those few bits he was willing to offer to the Priest? Trained well, but what else to expect from someone being quite so close to their King as this very specific one? Undeniably growing ever closer past the very place of a mere underling like he had heard the lamenting about before [ they are truly surprisingly lacking in intelligence, these investigators, if they really believed it as such ]. "I will~ You seem eager enough to have me stop the prying about these topics so I will let it slide for now. He should arrive shortly if your words are correct." And he assumes them so.

♢         Assumes as well that speech about his dear son's reaction would have offered themselves to find entertainment in the different nuances of it, no matter how much Koutarou would be reluctant and overcome white fury shall the topic fall upon the clown. But, in the end, the half-ghoul was correct.

♢         "Is it now? You should know well enough what the CCG can do to an impressionable child that had just 'lost' their 'father-figure'." Months upon months just told quite that? Before the truth had come to light with Arima Kishou's aiding of the matter [ and might they not loathe that fact ]. "And true enough, they would have. In any other time, he might have been so surely unable to free himself out of clutches that close around neck like a snare---" As he painted these pictures with the shortened darken of eyes alone. Ah, there was something hidden in this calm demeanour of his, something that could scratch and roar, desire for this world to completely burn. "---I need to visit him, perchance. I assume he is around somewhere?"

#cxrtus #♢ rp #♢ [ 01 ] cxrtus #[ ramona voice: Let me see what i have lying around #ramona voice: OOOOH RIGHT ]

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♢     Furuta

FURUTA SCOURED THE MAP of Donato’s face for telltale sign that he was toying with him. C’mon, old man. Throw a dog a bone. Calm, but not stone-faced. There was a hint of amusement in there somewhere. Business as usual, then! With a saccharine smile, his head canted, ‘ Oh? He’s upset? I never would have guessed, Dona-san. ’ 

If the 3 text messages left on ‘Seen’ and 10 unanswered calls were anything to go by, Furuta definitely got the picture. He was being ghosted. ‘ If that’s the case, then I think he needs to grow a thicker skin. ’ Like you, you leathery old fool.

♢          "That passive-aggressive notion will heed you not in your tries, dear Furuta~" To be shut down the moment just the child would act up and against him [ he didn't favour youths to act out of order--- ]. But it wasn't and would never be like a father chiding his own offspring - it mattered too less and frankly, he was only here to be entertained.

♢           So hands do fold beneath his chin, that smile of ridicule just rising that littlest and most needed bit higher. "Does he now? What I heard from him, you are quite so desperate to get back in his good graces." And with all that was known to the Crown? That would be such a hard place to re-assume. "So, I ask once more: what did you do to upset him so~?"

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♢    Yori

@crown-of-clowns - ★

The actor had been confident that he’s properly isolated himself. It appeared to be the most appropriate to simply separate himself and to merely… let go. This charade (it’s enough to grate on one’s own nerves. he’s trapped himself. he’s truly dug a hole for himself, hasn’t he?) has gone on for long enough, and it was time to bring it to its end.

He’s slouching, perched in casual sit on metal, rusted over bench with arms crossing at the wrists while resting on thighs. Glassy eyes stared at nothing, he himself unsure where to begin. Expression was weary, almost as if he was truly and utterly exhausted.

(this pitiful existence i’ve built up for myself. is this truly what i want?)

“… Hhf.”

A mere sigh was all he could do before being interrupted. The higher powers surely thought their pranks on him were humorous.

(–who’s there? god. i don’t want to do this.)

However, he’s quick in reacting. The moment he’s heard implications of another’s existence drawing near, he’s already sweeping one hand through messy hair and slapping yet another smile upon his visage.

“Ah, I’m sorry. I did not expect company. Do you, perhaps, desire more space…” a mild pause in speech to allow for him to look up, “… sir Donato? Ah, maybe I should take my leave regardless.”

♢     It was odd, perchance, that this man had been so easily in the Priest's favour from the first day on presented to him [ it might be a play with fate - so to speak ] and still, he would be regarded like everybody else prancing before him. Putting on an act. Engaging in their plays - it wasn't like he had a hard time seeing through all of that the moment it would be caught by the shine of attentive eyes. No.

♢     That could be a lie in its own. Marginally entertaining enough to be maintained for a few moments longer.

♢     Why he was here after that younger man? It should remain a mystery for only as long as acknowledgement of his own intrusion would be drawled out, head rising a little bit higher and then curiously tilting to the side. "I see no reason for you to vacate the premise, after all - I am the one disturbing your peace~" How amicable - perchance [ if the Crown hadn't been aware of the intricacies of a certain peculiar problem ].

♢     So he moves as well to sit. Leaves enough space between them before once again taking up the curious angle of inquiry, as if waiting for something that should stay hidden [ stay in the depths of a twisted and tangled mind ] to be dragged out into the light. "If I may, you seem a little bit tired~?" How obvious of a realisation - and he could have laughed about it the moment it left his lips.

♢     Easy just. With how he keeps his distance and is not distant sure at all. "Is there something bothering you? You may confide, if you so please, I am all ear."

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♢     “Playing cat and mouse with me~?” Idle, idle. Stark calm. He knew just enough to be entertained by predicament of the child. But not all quite yet - to even be remotely willing to help. "If you want me to do you a favour, you sure have to speak to me directly."

♢     A warning, of sorts. "What did you do, to upset him so?"      || @daturida | love me ♡

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o-tabescere:

@crown-of-clowns​ - short starters, i said. i am a fool. 

  Weekends off from investigations oftentimes lead him towards HySy studios, incomprehensible though it seemed. After all, what good did it do? It would not aide him in his mission to terminate the ghoul whom butchered his sister in cold blood. Rather, it would surely hinder it. Halt it in its tracks for another day. But he knows. Knows there’s something deeper running within, an attachment to the mask maker he cannot quite seem to shake off. Sleeping together was one thing. But affection? The roots of desire beginning to take hold? That was another topic entirely, and though he would not admit it aloud, it frightened him a tad. 

 Yet there Renji sits, awaiting for Uta to return from wherever he’d squirrelled off to, encircled by soulless masks that almost seem to follow him across the room { How unnerving }, when front door clicks open. Could it be? Had he returned at last? 

 Alas, for eyes snap up to observe an older man standing there. One whom promptly transmits feelings of apprehension, a nervousness he cannot quite place. Yet calm he remains, despite mind pushing forth the impression that this is an individual he should perhaps recognise. Not a being of position or wealth, though others would unquestionably presume if they had such thoughts, but rather one to be cautious ‘round when spending time with. 

 Regardless, his demeanour leaves him with no doubt that this is a close acquaintance of the mask maker. They always held a certain air encompassing them, a novelty he could not quite place. The woman chatted to at the bar once visited had been no different. Tumultuous and teasing, questioning Uta about the man sitting right beside him ceaselessly, before at last turning to Renji himself. Demanding information, yearning to learn more about him and his life. Information that would not pass tight-lipped mouth, disappointing her further and further. “… One of Uta’s friends, are you? He’s not in right now.”

♢     And as it was: one could surely assume it to be fate that himself had been able to lay eyes upon that very one that now was so openly presenting himself in the middle of HySy and seemed to be sure at home in the vicinities of one of his comrades who would be so unwilling [ usually ] to give up his personal space without being around. Alone this, that much is for sure, was a curiosity he couldn't quite shake off to be an amusing one. Leading, that he would later on question the creator a bit more thoroughly about the what and the why that was now circling his mind and never quite left his lips past the smile edged on elderly features.

♢     Now then - this was an encounter well-worth to behold. "Hm~ So I see." Obvious, the man he had sought out just moments prior had been absent, busy for sure, with this or that little appointment or mission to commence for a hidden course of events not to be dragged to light until time was just ripe for all these small intricacies to fall in place like perfect puzzle pieces slotted into one another. So he wonders, after taking a step, then another one upon checkered floor, what it truly had been to bring a human inside the studios - or to let him wander free, that is.

♢     "But it's quite alright. He lets me occupy his place whenever I have the time to be around - you could say we are friends, indeed."

♢     Another step, just a bit closer, before his hand reaches out to one of these uncountable intricate creations, feeling the fine and skilfull arrangement of metal and leather beneath his fingertips. One would - and could - call these objects haunting. For the Priest himself, it does have quite a chilling beauty to it all. "I didn't expect someone to be around~ He didn't speak about having a comrade he would leave here while he's absent. You see, Uta is a bit peculiar when it comes to his shop~" An understatement, of course. "But he seems to value you quite high~"

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"-- Father. We need to talk."        | @coercitxr 8|

         And so it was easily enough to make him stop in tracks as far as shifting movement had only been commenced. Lifting a hand, long fingers that hold a match delicately with its little red tongue dancing in the barely shifting shyness of travelling air. It’s only a split-second short of lightening another one of these uncountable candles placed around the Priest in the subtle quietude of a churches’ sanctuary. And it’s a breath later for the soul of another one long deceased to be brought to life on a quickly blackening wick enveloped by the thick white of a holy light.

         “So I see, my son.” That word itself falls softly from his lips that twitch up to a barely perceptible smile and finds itself still turned away and obscured by broad back only moving once with exhaling softness of a well-hidden delight. He does not perceive, nor know, what brought up such abrupt changes in one that seemed forlorn and quite so lost towards the brutality of unrelenting lies and forces corrupt by believing what should not dwell in beliefs of pure and honest souls [ and shall it not be a flickering turmoil’s everlasting rage? to stand here now, and offer thoughts and prayers for those soon damned? ].

         Turning the same breaths exhaled later it took for one - two - three more holy vessels to illuminate otherwise darkened grace - smiling still the same way softly, and awaiting with bated desires what there would need to be spoken about. “I am here to listen to you. Be free, I shall not turn you away and have you leave my home. For it is yours as well.”

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♢     Uta

❛      ha ha   …   ~     ❜     tuneless and soft like a practiced mantra ,  his laughter seems to fade away as quickly as it came.  but , the bemusement in his voice still persists. 

his eyes shift from beneath his lashes.   ❛    things would have gotten  A LITTLE BORING  otherwise ,  don’t you think  donato-san   ??    ❜

♢     And how easy it was to read what would be hidden away by telling amusement cracked in fading laughter. How interesting [ games would never cease to drawl themselves even before those 'cared' for ]. But a smile of his own spreads upon visage, slowly, profoundly tearing itself open, but still staying surprisingly---

♢     ---calm. "Oh, but of course. But pray tell - what is your interest in that particular one~?" Specific, different - the boy was something else. "For you to throw yourself into an unknown play?~"

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♢     “You sure are a reckless one, now aren’t you~?”          || @falsequerade ♡

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♢     Take Hirako

 Impossible to disagree when comment was so entirely on point. “It is. Should’ve been more careful in my kagune use.” But how was that possible? When he was out there fighting alongside those from Aogiri? { Deceitful, he knows. Humans close to him would never forgive should they find out }. “Need glasses sometimes now.” There was a sense of thankfulness expressed towards the fact Kishou seemed to find him rather delightful when wearing them. 

 “… Ah.” Ridiculous how acute this man’s mind could oftentimes be. A shame the priest’s adoptive son hadn’t been able to quite pick up on that himself. “Sharp as always.” Little point hiding it now he’d dug his claws into the truth. 

 Hands find pockets, gaze flicking towards the ceiling. “Can’t say how far it’s progressed, but it’s looking positive.” Experiments committed to getting that far were wholly immoral. Perhaps a few years ago he’d have found himself against them. Now he merely shrugged it off. Those chosen were going to die of their injuries either way. Why not attempt to give them a second chance, though they might loathe the outcome? “Might help Amon too.” 

♢     How discouragingly calm the child truly was [ for everybody, but himself ] with such serene acceptance of the inevitable and the notion of a certain finality in a happening that would completely turn over life - as if it hadn't already happened with the surgery entangling just the very strings this boy had had to a clean attachment to human form. How amusing, indeed. And how easily would the Crown smile about it all.

♢     Arima really had gotten himself an interesting one here. "How neglectful would it not be of me, to not realise these little hints spoken about with a voice that lacks recollection of the fact just how 'vile' this undertaking is?" Amused. Beguiled. It's nothing he had expected now stepping up to a short conversation with one quite so close to their King, but nothing he would find wasteful to his time offered.

♢     And that mentioning of his own adoptive son was enough to make his eyes turn a smite softer in exchange.

♢     How interesting. "Ah, my thanks for your reassurance, child. But it is not needed." For he knows just well enough that Take Hirako would look upon the rambunctious boy with an eye of suitable annoyance. One would want to think that serving beneath a ghoul of all of them---

♢     ---ah, there was a thought. "Alas, does my son even know about the fact and true nature of our leader? I sure assume and hope he would, but I never held a need of conversing with him over this very fact."

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♢     Take Hirako

 “… Something is being worked on to help beings like me. Ask Kishou about it when he shows up. He’ll tell you.” No doubt. Strange how a clown was someone his lover trusted, however, Take would not complain.

 How was he faring? It was a difficult situation. “– I’m doing fine, mostly.” Fine, as in he was beginning to notice the changes. The deterioration. Even consuming ghouls wasn’t helping balance out his kagune use at this point. In its own way, it was rather frightening. Knowing he might soon succumb to a fate far worse than would’ve been dealt in begrimed building all those years ago { He doesn’t want to leave Kishou behind }. “Eyesight isn’t what it used to be, though.”

♢     "I see, I see. I will inquire more deeply once he arrives." And how little moments of a time passing might that not be - but sure enough, the Priest found himself otherwise entertained. Piqued notions of attention, kept easily by the child that seemed a little too out of his own comfort zone [ but they needed to grow so surely ].

♢     "Your eyesight." Interesting, easy to realise what this meant with the very few words the little half-ghoul decided to offer him, and soon enough head tilted slightly to the side. Observing and analysing, and not really meaning anything with it. He merely listened--- "Imbalance of the body, with one part eating the other alive. Quite a frightening spectacle, isn’t it?" Trying to get into his interlocutor's mind? Far from it, at least for once. "So easier it would be to have you become an actual ghoul? Ah, I see, I do have my answer then. What a humongous project the King has decided upon~"

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“Not sure how much longer that status is gonna apply.” They’ve been looking into things. Ideas. Something that would make him whole rather than merely half. It’s complicated, certainly. Could end in disaster should it find itself spread ‘round Tokyo. But within the confines of a laboratory? Then it might come to fruition without problems blooming. “Kishou’s currently in a meeting. He’ll be out soon.” 

          “Hm~? Now, you got my attention child. I haven’t heard about anything that might change your ‘status’.” As referred to that of a half-ghoul nature, eating away at body, only to be stopped if mind was placed in perilous danger of madness drawing ever closer. He could make due with these minutes they could now spend. He had perchance said more than wanted or need-be. “I see. Alas, then I suppose he sent you to bide my time, tell me about your plans and how you fare.”

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 "It won’t change. They’ll never realise.“ Kishou was far too good for them. Far too clever. Thus the humans would continue to stumble blindly in the darkness, uncertain as to whom their true enemy was. “Why are you here?” 

          “Oh, the little half-ghoul. Now it has been a while~” Quaint to think that King would not arrive personally - but alas, he does not mind. This one was entertaining enough for a few moments to spare. “Business, boy. Nothing else. Where is your leader?”

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          “How interesting. But for how long may it stay that way?” Not long enough.

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          And he's oftentimes not really willing to work with the likes of another organisation [ for they were, if some would have the right to announce, quite a peculiar 'elite' troop ]. But dutifully done - be it by need, be it by sheer and simple 'interest' that exceeds the very words travelling from mouth to mouth in the information provided by all but rumours and tales. That just was the main reason why, after he had been let out and freed, the Crown was left to wander. Was meant to find out the smallest bit more when it came to a new 'common' enemy that collects bits and pieces from the masses of discardable ghouls and humans---

          ---'Goat' is what they were called [ such a fitting little rhyme and verse, upon 'Sen Takatsuki's work ] and the main ‘enemy’ of the CCG.

          "Hm~? Oh, I do believe we have met before - at least in passing, is that not right?" Or he had heard of the youth, would purposefully draw information out and in the open to present them in an upheaval of thoughts that made no sense par to him. Seeing what would happen, with a hand that rises and cradles at his chin for a moment, debating on the step to take when the Priest finds himself approached so carefully [ as carefully as possible for this one ].

          A snap of fingers in the air, fetching away momentary knowledge--- "Naki. Ah yes, I know. You were a subordinate of Yakumo Oomori - working for the Aogiri Tree." Speaking still towards nothing in particular, before turning around with an all-telling smile. "Approaching me from behind will work for nobody, dear child~"          || @lacrimoso

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With a light, playful tilt of the head, Ren smiled at him with a sort of… transparent pride. It’s a tight-lipped smile with intense eyes, not once leaving the strange man once he’s made his presence very clear to the mayor. Gaze would lax the moment a step was taken, politely yet firmly informing Ren of the other’s and wills. Brow would raise inquisitively, as expression began to show signs of waning. As if on cue, he’s taken a step forward as well. Was he being challenged? No, not quite and not yet, though his interest has been piqued.

(do you know who i am?)

For a moment, he wondered if he’d be recognized. Pathetically, he childishly hoped that he would.

(WHO AM I?)

“Are you just saying that to be nice?” flies forth the question, canting his head to the opposite side as he chose to take one more step forward before beginning a casual stroll towards the dumpster. “How funny you are!”

(–smells like a ghoul. ah, that stench! that repugnant stench!!)

Fingers clenched, digging further and further into the bag’s plastic material before he’s tossed it into the dumpster after lifting its lid. It’s a careless action, even having ended with a somewhat comedic thump sound of solid hitting flat ground. Hand once in possession of his kill flicked down, letting the lid fall down on its own accord as he rolled his shoulders in lackadaisical stress relief. Once focused gaze found its lids falling halfway as he couldn’t help but to giggle at the prod of intentional discomfort.

“Mmhmhmhm~! I’d just kill them, too!!”

He’s far too arrogant, far too enthralled within himself, and far too gone to care.

Would he truly stand a chance against the Doves? It’s certainly up for debate, but Ren was confident enough to hardly concern himself with such trivialities. As long as he could take one down with him, he’d be fine with dying. 

Now leaning comfortably against the large, rusted bin, he tipped his head upwards and put the tips of his prey’s fingers lightly against his cheek. Dragging them down his skin in such a lavish (he’s enjoying the questioning! he loves the conceptual shame!) manner, Ren could not help but allow for his eyes to expose true excitement within the confines of strained politeness. He’s silently contemplating exposing him– forcing open that can of worms that he knows matters not. Had he been a human, he would have run. Had he been any other ghoul, he would have been sickened. No, no. He was different, and Ren could not let him go. He couldn’t!

“You tell me,” he’s immediately shot back, carelessly tossing the body part aside in purposeful oblivious nature. He knows he will not be caught, but he desires to leave a clue all the same. “Are you one for begging? For pleading? I could kiss your boots– maybe then you’ll let me go.”

“Ah, but no… I have a feeling you wouldn’t. You might just try to kill me.”

He’s since grown more comfortable in his position, to the point that he’s crossed his legs at the ankles to lounge. One arm propped up upon the lid by its elbow, he’s resting his cheek within his palm as brows started to knit close together in pensive thought. It’s obvious he knows of this one’s nature as a ghoul yet says nothing about it, choosing to let it hang loosely within the air.

“What would you do, then, if I tried to run?” asked in a calm, almost light tone as other arm splayed out to motion towards his otherwise immobile form. “Hypothetically, of course.”

          And there is certainly an endless construction of amusement upon the bubbling arrogance one may find in moments of certain pride. The way it shines and echoes and still finds itself so truly useless before the Crown and would be discarded with the mere motion of a hand waving in stilled air that was such tense and rigid with stench of blood. Pleasurable scent - that it brought him to hum and breathe in deeply as if he was to be set to inhale the freshness of freedom for a good amount of time that had passed by. The step that was taken closer to him? Ignored. The body disposed of in the engaging amount of haughtiness? Boring - in the ways that it had been spied by attentive eyes times and times before.

          He couldn't care less just who this one was [ for surety - voice would announce it in a few discardable moments just ]. He couldn't even begin to imagine finding a flicker of regard to the very 'what' this person had been, past the absolute obvious of this one being a predator, a ghoul. The smell, the look, everybody else would have set to flee and leave this place. Not himself, for he would just scrutinise, just wait and watch and see. "How amusing, indeed. Do you truly believe I would not be aware of a handling of such a situation? It does you not well to wager with me, unknowing to your 'companion's position'." So he wanders and all but seems to get 'lost' in the moment.

          Doves mean little to Donato.

          The child before him means just as little in said regard. "Begging or pleading? No, not quite, it finds itself not even remotely my style. Those around, ah--- how to say~?" A hand comes mockingly to his chin, cradling it with the soft strokes of a thinking attitude, leisurely strolling past the other man, to take a glance at the object dismissed so carelessly.

          "---those around me." He begins again. "Are just made of a material far different than yours. So only such, I enjoy my time talking to you in this manner to see what unravels the one that seems far too wrapped up in their own personal pride." And pride all as much was the downfall of those who couldn't handle the loss. He kneels now, sweeping up the dropped hand in a swift movement, coming to a stand betraying older age [ unmoving, he was a bastion of calm ] and turning the soiled reminder of a monster's hunt, back and forth just slowly in his own palm.

          "What would you do if I proclaim that my desire is indeed to see if I could kill you, dear Sir?" Speaks politely in ways that are sickening, revolting. In ways that betray the danger in itself, with how he politely phrases words in the upcoming storm of a desirable catastrophe. "If I would just wait for you to run. To try and hide from me?" Is he alone, so how he speaks, was he truly alone in this endless dissonance of well-placed ridicule?

          Was the Priest truly alone?

          "What would I do? Oh, perhaps I might chase you. Perhaps just track you down a later moment in time - when least expected, least assumed. I am quite capable of such a feat. For a gaudy being just like yourself---" Held higher and higher, watching the creases in the palm of cooling remains of flesh and skin. "---will be surely easy to find. That might be of an interesting favour, shall it not?"

          Discarded as well - thrown towards the entrance of their current 'conversational ground'. "Ghouls are so simple to hunt down, and what would you not give for being still a little bit more hidden~?"

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cachinnavi:

@crown-of-clowns

It was quiet. It was a methodical sort of quiet.

Back was turned and hunched, like he was scrounging around. In this moment, he was a scavenger– much akin to that of a vulture. To bystanders, it appeared to be that he was simply digging around in trash.

(shit.)

He’s down on his knees, and there’s the occasional… noise that sounds nothing like common trash. From behind, his shoulders are giving a random bob as his arms move. Now he’s started to move faster, limbs reacting as if he were in the middle of digging. If one were to look beyond, they’d see glimpses and parting glances of someone, even if they looked closer to a something now.

It was a body, made up of mismatched body parts and shredded skin. There was a small puddle of blood pooling close to him, and it almost appeared that he had scooted lazily backwards to avoid most of its touch. In one hand he held onto an indistinct part of anatomy while in the other he gripped a big, black bag. Soon, he’s shoving what remained intact into it.

“Ah, what a mess,” he’s close to mourning for his suit, knowing that even the smallest of stains won’t come out easily. It could nearly bring a tear to his eye, but he’s been through worse he supposed. “This is what I get, I suppose.”

Steadily, his legs start to straighten out, so he’s standing but still bent over. Fingers quickly fumbled for a moment before a jerk cuts through his actions. There’s a familiar sort of tearing before he’s in possession of a hand. Dismembered yet miraculously, suspiciously dry. He gave it a little baton twirl before shrugging.

“Use this for later, I guess.”

The bag’s hastily tied into a secured knot, and it’s tossed over his shoulder as gloved fingers delicately pinch its makeshift handles. There he stood, tall and proud as he stared straight ahead.

(… how annoying. you creepy, little rat.)

“… Oops, I guess I’ve been caught,” he murmured, turning around gracefully with the heavy bag over his shoulder and his other hand firmly wrapped around the deceased’s wrist. Eyes quickly scanned the surrounding area, taking note of the dumpster just a few steps away.

“I don’t remember inviting anyone to an on-the-spot alleyway meeting, you know.”

          Such a mess indeed. But how amusingly long had it not taken for this one to finally realise he was watched by a bystander completely unmoved and unfazed by the gruesomeness of an act rarely to find a comparison for even in his own kind. He's finding it amusing without any delay and finding it entertaining enough to stay put until being recognised as what he truly was [ and he guesses that this man was at least partially capable of such ].

          "Truly, such a mess."

          With how he spoke with the faintest sorts of lilting ridicule. Watching drench of fine twine with the remains of a once-human-being [ so he supposes, it might have also been a ghoul as well ], and whatever little sorts of fluid might paint pure colours in the wretchedness of unassuaged greed. A hand and arm to lift from their crossed state before his chest, the way he would wave just once in the air upon being greeted so 'simply' was all the more telling that there was not even a smidgen of regard just for 'what' or 'who' this man was---

          ---all that interested him was the slaughter and carnage cracked open like an egg in the birth of a morn.

          "It is not quite, that I have to be invited to simply stumble upon such a masterpiece~" A step further taken down the alleyway, a movement to step above whatever remains may linger in this hallway that were surely unrecognisable for any but him. He had seen ghouls faint upon such massacre, but the Priest himself? He would merely smile. "Be glad that I am not beyond alliance, or else the Doves would find this view quite remarkable and exciting~" For he could call them, have them come here in a few seconds passed.

          But he wouldn't, as the Crown was far more thrilled in what there was hidden in eyes as sharp as a sword's edge. Should he back off and away? [ No never. ] Something told him leaving behind what such freshly unfolds before him, would have him miss and lack an amusement for hundred little one's worth. "Now then, dear Sir~ What shall we do with your predicament? For I am not leaving, even that you truly want me gone."

#cachinnavi #♢ rp #♢ [ 01 ] cachinnavi #[ yes all well and good 8)) #this will be fun lm ao #fun for everybody but Ren MAYBE #or maybe he will be good with Donato WE NEVER KNOW ]

[crown-of-clowns-blog]

          And the elder is quite so seldom so favourable to a person only known for a few meagre weeks. He’s only rarely so easy to talk to as with this young female that now roams about in a way that the Crown finds all the more entertaining. Nothing to really ponder upon [ it is the background that makes Donato so compliant ] but for a moment just the children cared for, in the midst of war that was brewing on the horizon [ beautiful, he does anticipate the ends that dawn surely upon this world ].

          He’s calm in sitting amongst other people, waiting, leaning closer to this or that child upon his reach in figuring out what they would want to murmur in quiet explanations of fairy-tales thought up and in desire to be shared. Strange of a place, he usually does not frequent bars hiding in plain sight amongst despicable humanity.

          “Alex, come here a moment.” So he speaks and glances towards her in sure expectation. What did he want? “I have a bit to discuss with you, it’s about the money, and the possibility to bring the children to a better hideout.”          || @blessedfate

#blessedfate #♢ rp #♢ [ 01 ] blessedfate #[ AYE we talked about that ages ago and i finally managed to type up a lil thing 8) #so here you go~ #♡~ ]