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vidhir:

centartus:

he could feel their fear, could feel his fear, carnal and compartmentalized as it was, shrinking his better half into a corner. the shadows thrown by walls and colossi around them resemble the state of his mind as the garbled lines along his wrist stretched through his inner nervous system and became the illegible whispers of his thoughts, punctuated by the repeated sounds of his own bones cracking under invisible pressure in the air, of the rustling of hundreds of miniscule legs in the canals of his ears, of the feather touches left by their marches across his skin.

against the garbled words and tangled thoughts of his inner world, there was something etched in light, a sentence he could grab onto on the inside as his outer self was momentarily driven to nothing greater than a shaking kakuhou iris and twitching, blackened fingernails. protect. he had fought against this aspect of himself to protect them. he had dove back into his own shadows to protect them. because splitting himself and his conscious into a hundred different segments, growing a hundred fracturing limbs of his psyche, spreading himself too thin, that was his weakness.

kaneki’s breaths were heavy then, thick as the pressure of the air weighing down upon them, falling from his lungs like the drafts and wingbeats from overhead. he’d undergone an rc shift, his shaking right eye stained black by something thick and inhuman, his iris blood red, yet, try as he might, he could not reach in to reach out with that power, could not extend the limbs of his insanity … he could not draw upon his latent power. instead, he was left to come to his senses, to ease into his reaction time as he was struck down not only by his initially garbled mind, but a reeling sense of confusion, the sort that sent his neck snapping back with whiplash thoughts.

it was a familiar voice that strung his thoughts taught once again, pulled together a sense tension through their pact that left him clear enough, let him break the focus on the feeling of those hundreds of legs crawling up his skin just long enough to jump out of the way, to see a golden set of wings clouding his view of the ceiling, but to watch a metamorphosis of a girl into a butterfly as yet another set spread wide to protect him.

he’d promised touka kirishima he’d be the one to take care of her, he remembered that much, but here he was, reduced to this, all of that strain for nothing.

he’d an inkling that the frustration that tugged at the edges of his senses, cut clear through the fear, was not his own, but that of the ghoul who spread herself wide to shield him from harm. but, that wouldn’t be enough, it was never was for him. he paid not attention to her first question, and instead took a sweeping inventory of the area, the walls, the ceiling (as high as he could see), the raptor that took another screaming dive down, talons spread, to take another shot at them.

another in the area caught his eye, he who’d called out so soon before, whose shoulder had been torn open by the scoring of claws, was already experiencing the phenomena of knitting flesh. in a split second, the half ghoul’s eyes narrowed. two ghouls … no, he could smell and sense a third, could recognize that voice. hinami? four regenerators in an area, plagued by a giant eagle.

a beast whose feathers shone in the dim light like bronze, whose movements were wholly mechanical, things that were easy enough to notice even in a session of observation limited severely by time. the next time it dove was for the woman whose wings were spread wide like the petals of a poison flower, and, after grabbing for a rudimentary weapon upon the ground, kaneki too dove, this time, to repay the favor for the woman who wished to be his shield.

( now isn’t the time, touka-chan! )

( i’ve read about this! it’s the eagle! the caucasian eagle! from the heraclean myths! it’s programmed to go after regenerators, and right now we’re chopped liver! )

vidhir

Going off of the general atmosphere, Eren immediately understood that at least two of the people surrounding him knew each other—to some extent, at least. Kaneki, Touka? If he was matching the voices with who they were calling to, he assumed that the white-haired one was Kaneki, with the other being Touka. The one who had said something about his shoulder remained unnamed, so he couldn’t really make a response to her at the moment—besides, in the heat of getting assaulted, who calls out to a kid for help? That’d be reprehensible.

His left arm from the shoulder down wasn’t able to be controlled. At the moment, it’d take a bit longer to get back to decent movement, but even then, he’d have to rely on his right for now. What the white-haired guy—Kaneki, supposedly—was talking about was something he’d learned while researching Greek mythos.

It was mostly a curiosity, namely due to the fact that it frequently mentioned Titans, but never the less, if this was the “Caucasian eagle” that feasted on Prometheus for eternity, then that’d mean Eren himself would be naturally targeted. Though, he had a very strange inkling about those last few words—Kaneki made it seem like they were all able to regenerate like him—but that would make them something similar to himself, wouldn’t it? Does that mean they were Shifters, like him? It wasn’t the time to dwell on that. He’d ask later, but for the moment, he—

“Hey, you two!!” Indignation built up in him. He didn’t want others to get involved with his fight. “Stay back, I’ll get rid of this thing!”

I’ve got experience fighting in mid-flight, anyways.

The eagle itself was circling a couple dozen feet away from him right now—likely making a turn for its next pass. This time, it probably wouldn’t miss. But then again, neither would he.

Pulling his feet back, getting a grip on the ground, and jumping, he shot out a pair of hooks into the walls, pulling his speed up to over eighty miles an hour, flying straight at the damn bird with all he had—only to get his face rammed into an invisible wall.

Stuck there in midair, he could only watch in wonder as the bird pierced with its beak directly at the area below his chest, clawing at his abdomen and repeatedly digging into his breast ferociously.

Realizing that staying above ground, distanced from others and getting gored would do no good, he pulled back the hooks and kicked the bird off of him, locking his arms around the thing as he feel half a dozen feet.

Fuck, fuck, this hurts, damn it—!!

He had likely cracked a rib from getting hit and his tailbone from falling in such a bad way. His chest was torn up and his stomach was scratched deeply—it was fair to say he was bleeding everywhere. Luckily, though, his healing had been graciously returned to him before this had all happened, so he was also steaming fervently.

“AHH, DAMN IT. HEY, I, UGH, FUCK, I TAKE BACK, KILL THIS DAMN THING, HELP…!!”

He was struggling to hold the thing against his chest, the over-sized bird clawing away at his muscles and chipping away at his composure with each second. This was fucked, this was so damn fucked.

filiapallidum

❀ — ˃ Her reasoning wouldn’t clue those in who didn’t know her, she’s fine with that. Her mind remained preoccupied upon the matter— she might seem useless, but she isn’t. Her only thought is how she can be of use, while screeches from the avian above rattle, causing the ghoul to bounce to the side. Knowing two ghouls to be near, her sense of smell is the only rational and important sense at this moment.

❝Onii-chan? Onee-chan—?❞ Lightly calling she’s relieved to know they’re both here, within her presence. Keen to not make a stranger her meal, she struggles with the ideal of hunger— soon pushing the thought away best she can.

For the first time in months she stands tall, knowing now is not a time to worry— certainly she isn’t weak by any means; but her pacifist nature might only become a problem. She wishes for their party to remain safe, not knowing the true consequences of what this fight might entail. Slowly she ducks, falling back into the wall as she evades the bird; brushing against the brick— then she stops.

Scorching pain sifts through her stomach, doubling over to breathe deeply through her nose. Sclera turns black, her iris now blood red as her Kakugan activates with no warning from the ghoul. She isn’t certain of pain, nor if the two remaining ghoul’s experienced the sudden burst of pain. As uncomfortable as it is— Hinami rests on her elbows, the familiar metallic taste itching her senses; tones remain calm, yet a reminder to not do so again.

❝D-Don’t do that—! It hurts, it hurts!❞

— Why was she experiencing such pain while her team member was the one hurt? Next she speaks to the two the closest to her, the only family she has left, ❝Please be careful—!❞

shuunenbukai

AND when it pierces through her flesh she can't view it by any means. She whips her head from left to right, head thrust down at her stomach that feels as though it's been ripped open, blood pouring, chest cleaved and jabbed once, twice... A thousand times when it isn't, seething pain roaring over her confusion and frustration when it is clear that the infliction of pain is being dealt upon the idiot that had the nerve to tell her to stay back. This fight isn't just his, and if he'd so chosen to protect them like he'd wanted, then he'd have better done a damn good job of it. Which he did not, only getting himself hurt in the process and now he begs for them to assist. When it begins it's clear she isn't the only one. Hinami's cries are difficult to miss, and so was her voice of warning.

She hasn't got the time to make sense of all this; why she's in pain, why Hinami's in pain and why he would be in pain, too. Though it's clear she needs to act; even if she wills it to distrust she knows his knowledge comes from where it rightfully should be taken. Who knows if they'd live again if they fail to survive? Can't take her chances now. All she's got left is to grit her teeth through the ordeal; the only way to stop the damn pain is to get rid of its source attacker. She looks to Kaneki, as if to communicate what she wishes spoken. Without intention of voicing her thoughts, I'll wear it down and you go for the finishing blow, assuming it isn't dead by then would have been communicated in the second that passes. A burst of speed takes wind at her running form, blood red irises piercing daggers at the targeted beast so intent on killing them all through this guy--

"Haaah!" Wing spread out when she takes to the air, bashes its crystallized form against the beast thrown down to the ground, with the intent to be swept in Kaneki's direction.

centartus

-- LABYRINTHINE { team literal ass eaters: event }

#centartus #vidhir #filiapallidum #Event: Ariadne #kaneki01 #eren01 #hinami02 #t: labyrinthine #ca event

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anon asked: touka or rize | Kirishima Touka | 東京喰種１話と２話

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You can mess up my mind, break my body shatter my soul;

I don’t care.

But if you harm, The people that I love. If they shed a single tear? A drop of blood?

[I WILL DESTROY YOU.]

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Adorn me in feathers From dead birds and Contemplate the size of Leather pelts to wind me in Put shutters on my eyes

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vidhir:

There it was again—that sense of urgency that was like a foreboding, eating away at his peace and apathy like it was an unstoppable erosion, and before he knew it, he was waking up in another place he had no prior knowledge of. Yet, he could tell. It had been a while since the scientists had toyed with them—hadn’t it?

“…And we’re just entertainment for them. Ugh.”

An audible groan released; he was irritated. Not at the people who might have began this show, event—whatever it might have been called—but rather at himself, for being unprepared for this. His mind, his discipline, and his courage—where had it all gone? It had been lost in his laziness, and that was a loathsome act upon himself. Gritting his teeth was all he could do at the moment, the blood ringing in his ears reminding him that he had to get a grasp on what was going on.

…He had been so caught up that he didn’t even notice the fact that his right arm was glowing faintly, at least up until letters he could barely read showed themselves dimly. He was sitting, so his hand was at his side. …He felt three different warmths at his back, but he didn’t really take too much note of his. Focusing on the characters, trying to make legible sense out of them—

cout « “experiments:” « “aΓiadne’s thread will lead you from the labyrinth, though not ” « “you alone” « endl;

cout « “experiments: ” « “your lives are “linked”” « endl;

cout « “experiments: ” « “fight your way to the “core” and the answers you seek will be revealed” « endl;

—He garnered that this A…upside down L? Iadne-person was likely the person who had instigated this whole thing. As a result, he couldn’t help but feel a bit of fervent passion at the irony of this entire deal. Meant to fight to the core? How many times had he heard of this challenge—far too many times, actually. It didn’t seem like something possible, but who was he to give up simply because of that? Either way, he realized he had people at his back, after looking where the incandescent string on his arm led. They all seemed fairly normal, the only standout being a head of white hair directly at his back, which was incredibly odd-looking, to say the least. His gaze lurking on that for just a moment, he supposed he should actually stand up and get going.

Having thought that, he pushed himself up to get moving, but just before he stood up in totality, he got knocked down with force like a jackhammer.

‘Ow.’

He couldn’t comprehend what had hit him. Perhaps because his eyes hadn’t yet adjusted to the light, or maybe because he wasn’t prepared enough, but something—something that was flying—struck him straight back into the ground from which he just stood up. His shoulder was steaming, and thought it would be fine in a few moments, blood was flowing out. He was wounded, and it was clear there was an enemy around.

It was pretty obvious that this was going to be one tough fight, all the way to this supposed “Core.”

filiapallidum

❀ — ˃ Locked in a daze, as quickly as the words had appeared; left her side. Pivoting on her heel, she realises now she’s locked in large maze-like walls. A sense of urgency, downright nervousness enters; rubbing her eyes while taking a gander to her surroundings. As a ghoul she presents no threat, her talents are grounded— as she is.

Surrounding her thumb, the back of her neck heats up— as though she knows there’s someone there, rather connected to. Curiously the hint of blood, metallic and rusty in nature; a smell the ghoul was accustomed to smelling on a regular basis. Her heightened sense of smell never proves a bother, as slowly she follows her nose— knowing someone to be near.

Sooner does she follow down the winding path; gleam and brilliantly lit maze, does she come across her final destination. Flashes of red which catch her eyes, the ever familiar smell which she urgently craves. Knowing there was someone there, she needs to call out; simply so they know she’s there.. waiting.

❝Your shoulder…❞ she begins, taking a moment to watch the blood drip.

She has nothing to say, flashes of open flesh cause the ghoul to feel a sense of excitement; withstanding her figure walks closer— firstly understanding she didn’t know the male from a bar of soap, literally.❝I-I’m not sure what’s going on, but I think we should leave.❞ Hinami knows it isn’t safe, especially while she has no means to fight; nor with an injured person at her wake.

shuunenbukai

IT'S A DULL FORCE that wakes her. It pains her, her shoulder, and she isn't certain why. Realizing now from the voices that reach her ears, that she may just have been the last to wake. Her head throbs, and she feels a growth of irritation, a strange sort of anxiety that falls and confuddled she certainly is, doesn't understand completely where the hell it comes from, but maybe she's about to find out. Head turning to the closest individuals she finds familiarity, eyes widened in particular when she thinks the voice to be familiar, and her face confirms just that. "Hinami!" Hurriedly she rushes over to her side, intending to ask if she was fine, if any bastards had come to harm her she'll make them pay--and where… Where the hell even were they? But there comes yet another familiar scent, a shade of crimson upon someone's shoulder, trail of sight following Hinami's own.

Instinct precedes her suspicion, though it exists. The scent of human blood would tease her to devour, but she'll take care to discard the thought when they clearly have something much larger to worry about. The flapping of wings would sound from above, a harrowing screech with volumes compelling that she cover her ears…but that would give it just what it wants, wouldn't it? She wishes she knew what the hell was going on, but she knows well enough she's no longer defenceless in this fucking hell of a city she's forced to live in.

So her head's turned up and she watches where it's headed, and when it makes for another dive to strike… No, that wasn't--"Kaneki!" It's only then she notices; his presence is the least to be expected and here of all places, but she only has a second to react before it makes to attack him. So it rises, abrupt as her movements, black flames resembling her wing--flightless though it was she runs, leaps from where she stood and strikes. The monstrous eagle screeches once again; Touka can't be certain of the amount of damage done but it glides back as if in surprise, rises further into the skies away from where they stood and she lands, just before the white-haired male. And she knows their time is limited. It's only a matter of time before it strikes again, before she's able to say enough of all that she wishes to say. So for now she's to make do with the most obvious question she isn't even certain he can answer.

"Where the hell are we?"

...And where have you been all this time?

@centartus

-- LABYRINTHINE { team literal ass eaters: event }

#centartus #vidhir #filiapallidum #t: labyrinthine #Event: Ariadne #i hOPE THIS IS ACCEPTABLE #ca event #kaneki01 #eren01 #hinami02

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canatim:

she circled as a beast would, dancing with a high gait on the edge of some blade, for her motions were fine-tuned, acts of instinct in a situation where feral motions won out over all, and thought needn’t a reason to provoke action. her patience was thin, taught and fine, the wire the other balanced on, and in the den of the beast, the cornered should have been trying quite hard to balance on the edge of fear.

this brat did not, that was cause for some form of respect. nina tilted her chin upward by a breadth, far from a notion that the other was worthy, far from acknowledgement, but it lended a tone of causality to the conflict. still, a threat was made, and the light reflecting off of blades ejected from muscular sheaths in crossed forearms shone clarity onto the lethality of such a promise. it was no jest.

“ rules? there are no rules in this hellhole. this territory is mine because i made it so, because i crush anyone who’ll think otherwise. ”

“ compare me to a human and lose your tongue first, pup. you’ve got no rank over me, you’re nothing but a child. no use speaking higher of yourself when the one that can snap your neck outranks you by so much. you’ve got guts, but i don’t respect that, so you’d better watch your words before you lose them. ”

IT ISN'T HER SCENT, nor her actions nor her words that would alter the absence of fear she still holds. Eyeing the blades ejected as a threat she stands her ground watching, fully aware of her own limitations that maintains she must hold her ground. Within the depths of her mind she knows it's her own curiosity that's brought her here, but she's not about to admit that. There's hardly a point to--when maybe she's about to get herself killed, anyway. Caution precedes the bubbling of anger that threatens to rise, but she isn't afraid to fight, speak out the words that threaten to spill. She's never really been one to hold back; speaking her mind against another who thinks they've got authority just because she was older?

"Ah, so I'm in your territory... Fine, then. My bad." Spoken with nonchalance, and she gets that. Her mistake, right? Doesn't mean she has to comply, or stutter out apologies driven by fear. "So why's an old lady like you so worried about me standing here? I don't care about your stupid territory."

"If you think you deserve my respect just because you 'outrank' me, you'd better think again, obaasan." And this should be the part where she runs away, except her pride would never allow it. She'll go down fighting if it ever comes to that, wouldn't she?

#canatim #.ic #nina01

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pain. there`s pain in her stomach, a wave of nausea coming over her.

SHE wishes she knew how to settle this. Human physiology was something she's yet to ever study; taking care of one's never been something she's ever had to deal with. Except maybe, that one time Yoriko had a fever and she'd opted to stay at her side. That alone was enough, that comes to be the extent of what she knows how to do. If only she knew what was supposedly the cause of all this--

"Can… Can you tell me how this happened? Do you know why? Tell me something, because I don't know how to help--!" Except to bring her someplace, maybe she needs to lie down or something and this isn't the place to be. Too public. "Tell me where you live. You probably just need to lie down." And she raises the girl's arm to be placed over her shoulder. She's had greater strength before the scientists had messed with her system, but this girl can't be too heavy.

"C'mon, time to get up."

entry 05; what am i?

#.ic #petoral #did i srsly take a month to reply to this im gonna....#petra01

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TEAM "LITERAL ASS EATERS"

kaneki ken & fuegichi hinami & kirishima touka & eren jaeger

#ca teams #reblogs this too for reference #....and maybe replies soon unless i fall asleep like i almost had on the bus #i have all starters and replies drafted i believe #pls forgive me for being slow friends

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TEAM "LITERAL ASS EATERS"

#best team i approve of this name tbh #no bUT RLY IM ACTUALLY SO PUMPED THIS IS GONNA BE GREAT #senpai more like pls u guys are all fab ok i'm honoured to be part of the team *-*#.gallery #Event: Ariadne #ca teams #this photoset is fab 2

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You’ve got a dirty mouth there, Kirishima-san. Make me choose: Touka or Hideyoshi asked by anonymous

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seen as i am { touka & fetch }

IDIOT is all all she can think of this guy whose steps followed her own. She likes to think she's mastered the art of blending in. Feigning ignorance to being followed? Maybe. If it weren't for her strengthened inclinations to show this guy just who he was dealing with so he'd stop, maybe she wouldn't have bothered. His persistence was infuriating, wishing now more than ever that she'd killed him in time so he wouldn't live again (or at least, so she thinks... Unless they'd have brought him back to life again). She wouldn't like to think again how damn fucking annoying it was to have a guy following her around making his failed attempts to get rid of her permanently, which settles today's plight for vengeance. She's only just heard that the scientists restored the system and that killing this guy wouldn't do much if he were to live again… But she won't back down now. This time she'll show him just who he was dealing with in hopes that he'll give up once struck with fear. She stops in her tracks when she reaches the end of the alley and doesn't move. Even when the guy's scent draws closer and closer… Too close he is now that she can hear his footsteps, doesn't even flinch when the idiot reaches for her neck, holding her close, knife at her throat with his stinking breath.

'Heheh, time to end this once and for all, huh? Die… You monster!!' And he makes to slit her throat, except it does nothing. Draws no crimson of blood that he expects, only the slow shift of her eyes into its colour and she turns. Facing the guy who looks from his knife to Touka again, horrified. Still she does nothing, only looking at the man like she'd been so bored all this time. The knife bends sideways when he takes another stab at her abdomen and finally, she speaks. "Oh, haven't you heard?" And from her shoulder rises a dark shadow. Fire resembling that of a wing as it rips through her clothing to reveal itself. Charging forwards abruptly it shifts, crystallized so it's thrust forward, stabbing clean through the man's chest.

"You don't even stand a chance. Stop wasting your time, you fucker." He'll find out he gets to live again soon enough. She just wishes he didn't have to. But when the body drops dead to the ground she's faced with another… The scent of a human that's followed this bastard? A woman with pink hair. Her wing unfurls, slipping itself back into her shoulder, eyes restored from its crimson shade. This isn't the first she's been seen to kill…nor is it the first that her wing was seen by a human. So she stands unmoving, waiting for a reaction from this other woman before she presents her own.

#neonxistic #.ic #t: seen as i am #still way longer than it was meant to be but throws it out finally #fetch01

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tinyfists:

The borders presented by race weren’t really something that weighed much on Wendy’s mind. After all, her best friend back home was an Exceed, which was a talking, flying, cat. “Well, he kind of hurt my wrist, but… nothing major…!" She rubbed her right wrist with her left hand unintentionally, the dark bruise very apparent against her alabaster skin. From the sound of things, her encounters with him could have gone far worse. But then… why hadn’t they?

“…Why would I be afraid?" Her expression showed the earnest confusion her words carried, as if it was the most natural reaction in the world. She’d had time to mull over issues like these long before ever meeting a ghoul. "You’re living, breathing individuals, just like everyone else, right? You have feelings and hearts, right? That’s what’s important, in the end, not what you eat, or what kind of powers you possess.”

“Whether you’re good or bad, scary or not, those aren’t things that should be decided by what you were born as. At least… that’s what I believe!”

AND she looks down at the girl's wrist. Easy enough to notice what she'd done, and even easier to take notice of the bruise. It's met with a disapproving gaze; she's never thought Ayato to play down his violence when wrought upon others, at least not that she can assume for those that he doesn't care about. "You sure about that?" Eyeing the bruise she's evidently got marked on her wrist.

And maybe she would've asked why this girl isn't complaining, why she says nothing so negative like most probably would if they'd been hurt by Ayato enough to show marks on their skin like this, and yet… Silence follows the girl's words. Truth is she's confounded, and it must be showing. "That's what you believe…" Repeating her words, as if to mull over the thought. It's just what everyone should believe, but it's too optimistic a thought for things to be that easy, and she knows well enough it never will be. So is it really so strange that her words are enough to bring forth a small smile?

"If everyone just thought like you did, the world probably wouldn't have been so bad. But unfortunately… That's not the case. I know it can't ever be." Too many assholes. Bitter thoughts bringing forth a sigh to escape her lips. "And what's Ayato got against you?" Nodding toward the bruise. "Why did he hurt you?"

#tinyfists #.ic #slowest rper it is me and im sorry this keeps getting longer i just welp #wendy01

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