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"It's rarely a matter of what good one can do. After all...what you did certainly wasn't good, right? Then therefore it's obvious that it's not the best thing I can do because simply, the best thing one can do to someone is not to kill them. And the fact that I didn't try to kill you means that I am  a good person yet a lousy fighter, right?" Staggering to the side, Graham coughs out blood. Dancing through his crude swings she was able to land powerful hits upon his body, leaving him with one less arm.

"But you know...as with all things I'm not very much into being or looking my best, right?" A hand softly clasped his face, his deep blue eyes reddening as his kagune shone, wrapping around his still-usable arm. The mechanic tried to finish the fight without using his hunting claws...now that he unleashed them, he truly was motivated.

"Is that the best you got?" asked Touka, walking towards the person. "How do you plan to kill me if that’s the best you can do?"

#unprettyxtouka

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"What I am saying is never as important as the message I am sending, right? After all, in a world so FULL of misunderstandings and double entendres it’s so hard to tell what you truly mean! Of course I just wanted to use entendre in a sentence but you know what I mean!"

"But let’s put it another way. Allow me to end all of your vital life signatures for my own glee, profit and the completion of my book! Simple, right?"

[A starter from my Sideblog?] "Did you want to hear a sad, sad story?"

❝I don’t really like sad stories. ❞

#exspirxvit

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"What happens next? BRAIN SPLATTER! WABASH! WABOOOM! KAPOW BLAM BOOM!"  

"Now…can you kindly die so I can finish writing this sad, sad tale?"

[A starter from my Sideblog?] "Did you want to hear a sad, sad story?"

❝I don’t really like sad stories. ❞

#exspirxvit #Fail #Posted on my main #D:

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"Oh, there's no story more tragic than this one, honest! It starts like this...A girl, a Ghoul and a Wrench walk right into an alleyway..."

"Want to hear what happens next?"

[A starter from my Sideblog?] "Did you want to hear a sad, sad story?"

❝I don’t really like sad stories. ❞

#exspirxvit #HEya! #Posting on my sideblog

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Graham: YOU ARE NOT THE BOSS OF ME VOICE IN MY CELLPHONE!

Graham: YOU KNOW WHAT I'LL JUST CALL A PRIEST TO EXORCISE THIS THING.

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Touka: WHY ARE YOU YELLING?! DON’T YOU KNOW YOU OWN A CELL PHONE?

Touka: YOU DON’T NEED TO CALL THE COPS! JUST CALM DOWN, SIR!

#unprettyxtouka #wat #Just happened #crack?

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"It's a strange yet sad, sad story, isn't it?" The attempts of a boy to woo a girl with the sounds a Humpback whale can make upon surfacing! Ooohh..such a sad, sad story. No story in the world sadder than that!"

"But on the contrary you are as fat and old as I am human and flawless! But the lack of the flaw is a flaw in itself! Speaking from a totally realistic point of view, no one is perfect. Therefore having no flaw when everyone else is flawed is definitely a flaw itself! So why is it that I am saying his sad, sad story?"

"I know. It's because you're so beautiful I would gladly moan your name as a Humpback whale would!"

[Cuz sideblog?] "You've a beautiful name, wanna hear me moan it? You might not know but I've well versed in Whaleian. I can moan like a Humpback whale and like a Sperm Whale too! That obviously means I'm born of the whales, right? STILL YOU GUYS NEED TO KNOW THAT I AM INTO OLDER WOMEN! Or maybe older Whales then!"

Hit On My Muse (?) 

【♚;;          — "I am so confused and I feel like you’re calling me fat and old.”

#cxnfictura #Sideblog from my Kuzen main #He's a Ghoul #Pretty crazy one at that

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Graham: WHAT?! WHY IS THIS PLASTIC BRICK TALKING TO ME?

Graham: HELLO ARE YOU TRAPPED IN THE CELLPHONE? I WILL CALL THE POLICE TO GET YOU OUT OF THERE

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Touka: Uh, you left your number on this napkin before you left the cafe. Touka: I’m Touka from Anteiku. Who are you?

#unprettyxtouka #If you don't mind a Tokyo Ghoul OC...thing?

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“…Lemme tell you a sad, sad story.

Ain’t a sadder one in the world, no joke. It was a starless night, black as ink, the night I met Boss Ladd. Wait, hold up. No stars? At night? Now that’s sad. This yarn’s already too sad for me to bear. I mean, think about it! No stars! No stars at all! Can you think of a sadder thing in all this wide world than a night with no stars? We’re done for. We’re finished. Kaput. I’m so sad I can’t even speak anymore. That’s how sad it was, the night I met Boss Ladd. No, I can’t go on. I don’t have the will to keep on living anymore. Kill me! Give me stars, or give me death! How could there be no stars on a night when I met someone as awesome, as incredible, as astounding, as ab! so! lute! ly! out of this world as Boss Laaaaaaaa…. La? Laaa… Yes! Yes, that’s right!”

Baccano! 1934 Alice in Jails, Prison episode

#ooc

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#unbuilder #Tokyo Ghoul OC

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Tag and name change.

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I will now reply to all Roleplays and meme replies.

#ooc #Tokyo Ghoul OC

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"UGHAAAH!" Graham jumps slightly from the force of the punch. The blonde surely can throw a powerful hook. Definitely why he lost that battle a few nights ago. Since then, he had been dogging around, almost trying to get her attention. "If sense is just nonsense then what is truth then? It's the trivialities in life that turns perfect sense into nonsense...for example...the status of the diaper industry and all but what's important is...I want to be wicked to be kind! And to be kissed of course, but who wants that knd of commitment?! HAHAHA! WHAT A SOCIETY, PRAISE THE LEWD AND THE UTTERLY UNFILIAL! WOOOHOOOO!" The boy rants as he paces around her.

[apartapartapartapart] "Can I kiss you? Of course that would mean a total per-requisite as a reason for such a kiss. Marriage, right?! DAMN! I don't even like older women, you know! But, as we all know marriage is incredibly important to society. I mean, what will the Diaper industry be without it?!"

Akira delivers a swift punch to his stomach before saying, “What nonsense are you talking about?”

#investigator-mado-akira #Hahaha #Yep. #:3 #Changing my tag as well

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The scent of human flesh was marred by blood. Copious amounts of it trailed a badly mangled body that a mechanic wearing a jumpsuit carried with him. But it was not mangled by kagune nor teeth; if anything severe blunt trauma destroyed flesh and battered bones into powder. Limbs were bent in unnaturally sickening ways, the body that was utterly brutalized. The sound of metal against concrete sounds out as the Mechanic notices the interloper, lowering his wrench.

"You want to know my name? But what is a name! Personally I think my name is Sir since everyone uses that word more than 'Graham'. Does that mean...my name is Sir, then?" The blonde holds his wrench closer, glancing idly at the ravenous ghoul. "Oh? You're a bad character too, huh? Sorry but I think mister Policeman here has a lead to investigate in my stomach!" Turning around, Graham feints by pretending to have let his guard down leaving her unawre that his kakugan flared with bright killing intent.

                                                                   ”i’m…                                                                            so…                                                                                   hungry.”

It has been such a long time since Touka had lost control like this. She could barely even remember when she had went on such a spree. Had she not promised herself she wouldn’t do this?

The girl took a whiff and smelled something absolutely divine; a human. Without even noticing it, she followed the scent. “Who’s there?”

#unprettyxtouka #Heya! #:3

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A shallow attack like that had no chance of hitting him, even without his Bikaku. In a moment of clarity Graham easily ducks through the swing, careful to slide right past her as he rolls instead of opting for another counter attack. And while he was a powerful Ghoul in his own right, facing a CCG officer was always a bad idea, even if it was someone as confident as her. Instead, he stands perfectly still and glances into her eyes.

"This..t-…this…this can’t be…" His mood rapidly sours into sadness, as tears began to flow from his eyes. "Y-…you want to play with me too?! But I don’t even have my toy airplane yet! Unless you want to trade for my Tonka truck!" Graham babbles more nonsense, holding his wrench close, banging his head with it. "So…THIS MUST BE WHAT FUN IS! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA! LET’S PLAY FIGHTING!" Tears suddenly stopped flowing as Graham throws his wrench towards the CCG officer, sprinting right behind it also.

Akira frowned, “I don’t have time for this.” She says it more toward herself than him, and quickly pulls out her quinque. Even if she’s just a ghoul investigator, she couldn’t just let a murderer go free.

Akira swung at him quickly, a slight grin forming on her face. She liked nothing more than a battle.

#investigator-mado-akira #Sorry about that #Not used to sideblogs yet #D:

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The mechanic stopped all action upon hearing a voice inquiring what he was doing. Jerking to a halt the young man tilts his head to face her, a neutral look displayed in contrast to his manic smile moments before. "You...you want to know what I'm doing? You want to join in? WELL TOO BAD! I AM THE BARRISTA HERE, OKAY?! I! AM! THE! ONLY ONEEE! *SPLAT*" Battering the corpse to exaggerate his words, he sends a badly mangled arm flying deeper into the alleyway, cracks forming beneath where the murdered man's shoulder used to be.

His anger paved way into elation, as he drops the wrench and begins to prance about, stepping into puddles of blood as he laughs with manic glee. "But you know...if this is a dog eat dog world...and it's about...coffee...then is it a Bean roast Bean world?! I DON'T KNOW BUT IT MAKES ME FEEL SO..bitter about it. GET IT?! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH!"

The young blonde seemed too 'normal'. A killer yes, but outwardly he seemed like just another lunatic serial killer.

Akira paused, pulling out her quinque before moving closer. She took a deep breath before moving out into the open. She froze in confusion at the sight of the wrench. Was this a ghoul?

"What are you doing?" she asked in a cold voice. She wasn't used to dealing with anything other than ghouls. But maybe this was a ghoul, and she would be allowed to kill him.

#investigator-mado-akira

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SPLAT! "WHAT'S THAT?! You want more sugar?! Why certainly master! AHAHAHAHAHA!!" Unable to stop battering the bashed skull even further, squelching noises could be heard as his wrench makes impact against flesh. Breaking bone in two, the mechanic in a jumpsuit continues to bash the dead corpse with his wrench, unaware of Akira's presence.

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Akira was walking home from the CCG. It was dark out, but that wasn’t a big deal. She was beginning to grow used to going home at this time.

#investigator-mado-akira

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It wasn't very hard to notice Graham. In fact, he made no attempt to hide his footsteps as he drags a bloodied corpse behind him, wrench slung over his right shoulder. Hearing a voice from above the Ghoul in a jumpsuit stops briefly, before looking up to the sky. "DA DA DA DA DADADA DA DAH DAH DAH DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA DADA!" In complete ignorance with her warning the ghoul begins to obnoxiously yell out the melody to Ode to Joy while he continued to walk closer. It was almost disturbing, his lack of attention and his disregard to her warning.

Perhaps his willful ignorance meant more than just mere idiocy. To flaunt a warning meant a challenge; did he Ghoul insinuate he confident that he was her match in combat? Probably not. Rational thinking was absent , for the most part, from Graham's mind. "DAH DAN DAH DAN DAN DADADAADA DAN DAN DADADADA DADADA DAAAAAAAAAAANNN!" Smashing the wrench along the pavement, cracks form as he accidentally breaks a few ribs from the corpse he dragged along, blood spurting from the impact reddening slightly the blue jumpsuit he wore.

Only after his manic rendition of Ode to Joy did he begin to laugh, raising his arms in joy. "And that...was my wonderful performance. Are you here to give me a thumbs down?! I NEVER SIGNED UP FOR THIS! I AM NOT EVEN THAT GOOD AT MUSIC! HRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" Graham glares with deadly intent as with a quick flick of his wrists he sends his bloodied wrench flying towards Elin.

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              — She had no place to call her own, no place that was called home, not in this world, not in Asgard or Jotunheimr, not anywhere. Yet there was a part of her whom no longer cared much of ‘home’ perhaps she was meant to travel around the worlds as her fate. A chill ran down her spine, causing her to shiver and come back to reality, to the dump that she was staying for the night; apparently, this place was to be demolished due to all the ghouls which fought over ‘food’ and ended up nearly destroying the place.

                          She almost laughed, a ghoul was nothing in comparison to what she had seen on the other nine worlds, so she had no fear of them. However, it was soon that her ears picked up a noise, the scent of blood was all too familiar on her nose and within seconds, Elin used the metal beams above for height on the stranger. "You have three seconds to leave before I shoot." The twine of her bow stretched, cool air dancing around the arrow made of ice.

                   "Do not underestimate me, I am a much better shot than you may think." Even if the suspended beams were moving, she would still be able to hit him without fault.

#elementaas #Sorry #Was in the mood to Graham

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"Let me tell you a sad, sad story. But it's more of a funny story really. I mean, a sad yet funny story. So...howdoesitgoagain hmmmm...! Ahh yes! A man, a ghoul and a wrench walked into deserted alley." For a moment, silence persisted, until raucous laughter from the blonde shattered it. "WAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! Get it! Walking, wrench?! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" With a strong swing, the monkey wrench embeds itself onto the wall to his right, the blunt and blood-stained head leaving a depression where it made impact with the brick wall.

What would have been just a normal Saturday evening changed upon the familiar scent of blood. Everyone sheds blood: everyone's been cut once in their life. Barring that, even a nosebleed would suffice. But has anyone ever bled enough from a crushed skull and lived? Probably no one. Atleast death was sudden and quick; the pained surprise on his face was etched permanently, facedown his caved-in skull lay on a pool of his own blood. Shattered bone stuck right from his ankle, leg twisted and battered in a way that was not considered normal. If there was any solace to be had in this morbid situation, it was that at least the indignities to his body was done after he died.

Which then brings you to the matter at hand: him. He stood no taller than 6feet, though judging by the poor lighting in the alleyway you were uncertain of his precise height. Clad in a navy blue jumpsuit you take note of a black undershirt evident from the unzipped collar. The deep red of the blood splattered a bit against his cheeks contrasts well with his turquoise blue eyes, his smooth and youthful face giving off a sense of twisted charm. Slung over his shoulder was an oversized adjustable spanner standing only a few inches shorter than him after he pulls it out from the wall. It was hard to read what was in his mind or lack thereof, but one thing was certain. He wasn't going to let you go without a struggle.

"But putting that gut-buster to the side, you've offended me quite a bit." From manic laughter to a dead serious tone the blonde mechanic switches moods in the blink of an eye. "My mother always said never to look at people's food when they are eating. So does that mean...do I get angry enough to punish you for looking at MY FOOD?! OR DOES THAT MAKE ME YOUR MOTHER NOW?! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH!" The Blonde goes on and on with his diatribe, speaking to an audience as though he ignored your existence. "But putting that aside for awhile, I definitely think Mommy will have to tuck you into bed now. Don't you think so, it's way...PAST...YOUR BEDTIME! AHAHAAHAHHAAHHAH!" With lightning reflexes and unmatched agility, the mechanic twirls the wrench on one hand, before throwing it up and catching it with his right hand. Lowering the wrench, he then points it right towards you.

#open #Tokyo Ghoul RP #tokyo kushu rp #Graham Specter side blog #OC...ish?