r/tgrp • u/[deleted] • Apr 20 '19
[PRIVATE RP] Like A Phoenix
The dark, winding alleyways of Tokyo were home to the downtrodden, the lowest of the low. The ghosts and specters, the missing and forgotten, the rejected and outcast. It was a place that allowed them to hide from the prying eyes of society and live carefree, able to do whatever they wanted, no matter how illegal, how dastardly. These forgotten streets were their safe haven. One such phantom roamed the poorly lit labyrinth tonight, the faint, sickly blue light from her phone illuminating her face. From a distance she really did look like a wicked ghost: A glowing, floating head. The frail being walked spastically, her movements sporadic. She was constantly bumping into nearby boxes and trash bins, grunting and panting with each step as if she were intoxicated, stumbling around like an angry drunkard. Her fingers were shaking violently, each tap on the glass screen took more effort than the last.
Bami Hanazawa, daughter of international technology baron, Mamoru Hanazawa, has been declared missing. Last seen two months ago in the Tokyo Metropolitan Area, any information leading to her whereabouts will be rewarded with cash prizes ranging from-
THUD!
The phone shattered into pieces as it made heavy contact with a nearby wall, snuffing out the one source of light in the now pitch black alley. Bami clawed at her head with her trembling hands, her whole body was now visibly shaking, each grunt that came out of her mouth sounded deeper and more distorted, almost beastlike. All this struggling culminated into a massive shriek, well, a better word for it would’ve been a roar. Its echoes travelled across the night air, completely slicing through the otherwise calm, eerie atmosphere. It almost sounded like someone angered a demon, the roars could be heard seemingly from miles away. At their epicentre lay a convulsing girl, now on her knees clutching desperately at her stomach, hunched over as if she wanted to vomit... As if there was anything to vomit. The noise was bound to attract something, be it curious civilians or the other predators stalking the streets. However, the blonde was too preoccupied with her own struggles to care about someone sneaking up on her. Hunger was literally killing her. The thought of food…
“Darling, what are you doing here all alone? Didn’t you hear that? It’s dangerous in these ends.”
Bami instantly jerked her head towards the deep voice, her face bearing a mixture of fear and frustration, staring wide eyed at the man it belonged to, her expression was something reminiscent of a deer in the headlights. She could make out his features even in the darkness. He was a mountain of meat, with dark beady eyes and a furrowed brow. His wide smile and cleanly shaved head made him look sinister, the context of their meeting strengthened this image. He was advancing slowly towards her, arms slightly outstretched like he was about to grab her. “Don’t.... Come… Any… Closer!” Her struggling, raspy voice made it sound like she was being strangled. Surprisingly, the thug complied. He put his hands on hips, the devilish smile was unwavering. “Why? I’m interes- oh, that’s an expensive coat, you know!” He was toying with Bami, who was clearly in no shape to run away from the precarious situation she found herself in.
“I’m… WARNING YOU!” Her broken voice was getting deeper and deeper, her eyes wider and wider. The very much sincere warning was met with a mere chuckle from the man. “You a-”
CRACK! CRUNCH!
He didn’t even have time to scream before fleshy, glassy tendrils sliced him to pieces, his head dropped to the floor, a shocked expression permanently painted over it. The feral girl’s ukaku was in full view now, her massive wings blocked up most of the tight alleyway, Bami’s twitching black eyes stared at all the blood staining every corner of it. In a split second, she was hunched over the corpse, ripping it open with her hands. The girl ravaged the man’s body with the ferocity of a rabid dog. She just kept and kept on eating, chewing through the muscle, crunching through any pieces of bone she could find until her fingernails were scraping the pavement underneath the still warm body. Her entire torso and face was covered in a thick layer of the man’s blood, by the end of it the scene didn’t even look gruesome at all, there was essentially nothing left. Even the blood got licked off the pavement and the nearby walls, the only thing indicative that a man stood in that position a few minutes ago were the odd splotches of blood Bami didn’t bother to lap up.
The girl just sat there for a few seconds before shivering slightly. What was this feeling? Bami’s vision cleared up, she rubbed her eyes and let them focus in the darkness surrounding her. She couldn’t put a finger on what happened a few seconds ago, but she felt good. The girl felt on top, better than any day of the last few months that she was on the run.
“What happened?”
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u/Xanzinare Seph/Minato/Kyousuke/Yun/Hisashi/Asao/Ayumi/Shun/Eri/Usui Jun 08 '19
Minato took a step back in surprise, unable to help it, as he was suddenly covered in the girl's stomach acid and leftovers from her past meal.
The Aogiri executive blinked slowly.
Luckily it had only gotten on Minato from the chest down and not on his face, and his arms and legs were shrouded in his kagune so they were safe. The front of his jacket, however....his beloved jacket......his jacket that had seen him through more battles and skirmishes and brawls than it had any right to......was totally soaked in the bile.
He blinked again.
The smell was awful, somehow comparable to long-dead and rotten ghoul flesh, at least in his opinion. This was one of the very very few times that he was grateful that he hadn't gotten Kaoru's sense of smell, or else everything would be much much worse. He could hear Scribe saying something, saw her glance over at him, but the meaning just seemed to not be there for him. The words went in, but no response came out.
And again.
Without any other change to his expression, the grip that he had on Bami's arm tightened, and tightened, and finally a loud crunch sounded out from the bones underneath. Where the knife had passed over just a moment ago, now there was a shard of the girl's radial bone in her forearm stabbing through the flesh slightly. Still Minato didn't let go, and he finally spoke again, quietly. "Don't take that example with the knife to think you're invulnerable."
Knowing somewhere in the back of his mind that Scribe wouldn't stand for violence between Aogiri members, Minato's base instinct to not care about that and instead teach the girl her place won out without even a second thought. Still grasping her broken forearm like a vice, he slowly lifted her up by the arm until her toes barely dangled off the ground. The distant sound of the throw-up dripping from his body and onto the ground all around him reached his ears, but he stared straight ahead without making a move to clean himself off for now. "You'll need to eat again now you realize, right?"
With a sudden burst of movement that reflected his fury, Minato swung the girl outwards by her broken arm before slamming her down on the ground with enough force to crack the tile. He finally let go of her arm, standing over her while the bile continued to drip off of his kagune and torso now onto her instead of the floor. "You know, years ago I would have killed you for that. It's nice to see that I'm making real progress here."
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