Takumi Minamoto - Pause
Troisième quartier, clinique Sakura, quatrième étage

La bête avait finalement été vaincue. Il avait senti son bras et son armure se briser avec une croûte écœurante sous le poids de son attaque. Il avait ressenti la faiblesse défiante de sa dernière attaque, dont les rafales se déchiraient dans son abdomen comme des abeilles piqueuses, mais étaient autrement incapables de le faire tomber. Maintenant, le coup final était à lui.
Mais il ne pouvait pas le prendre.
Takumi avait le marteau levé sur sa tête, prêt à sortir le ghoul de sa misère. Si ses instructeurs du Jardin étaient ici, ils appelleraient cela un exemple de manuel de pourquoi la GCC a dit à leurs enquêteurs de ne pas parler avec des goules. La sympathie était une arme puissante contre les non-initiés. C'est eux qui ont forcé la fille à adopter une position plus conflictuelle, n'est-ce pas? C'était leur faute, n'est-ce pas?
Le marteau de Takumis est tombé, mais lentement et au sol.
Incontournable, incassable et inarrêtable - c'est comme ça que Takumi devait se sentir au lendemain, n'est-ce pas? C'était une bagarre. Non seulement cela, c'était un combat qu'il avait émergé victorieux (du moins d'un certain point de vue). Il aurait dû se sentir bien, même bien. L'ébullition du sang et le choc des bras étaient censés être la seule constante dans laquelle il pouvait se consoler, peu importe la mauvaise ou la confusion du reste de sa vie.
C'était l'idéal. Malheureusement, la réalité est beaucoup plus inachevée que cela. Après tout, la suite de la bataille est quand vous commencez à compter vos pertes, quand vous léchez vos blessures, et quand vous regardez bien les conséquences et les merveilles. S'il était dans un meilleur état d'esprit, peut-être qu'il aurait pensé que c'était drôle - ou dégoûtant - qu'il savait seulement que la situation était hors parce qu'il n'y avait pas de catharsis ni de frisson de rencontrer un tel adversaire merveilleux à trouver là. Pas le visage éviscéré de son frère, pas la fille avec le bras suspendu et les yeux de plaidoirie, mais le fait qu'il n'avait pas laissé satisfait du résultat.
La seule chose qu'il lui restait, c'était l'orage.
Takumi clignait, regardait à blanc verrouillé sur la fille kakuja en pleurs et la sœur avec le visage déchiqueté. Il a dit doucement. Il était complètement à la perte de ce qu'il fallait faire, même avec le mince et toujours craquant placage de sérénité. Pour tout ce qu'il y a de poétique sur la justice et le sacrifice, il n'a jamais vraiment sauvé une vie, du moins pas de cette façon. Lentement, sa respiration a commencé à s'intensifier. "Calme-toi, calme-toi..." Il pensait qu'il se tapait de sa stupeur, "Je suis mieux que ça. J'ai besoin de réfléchir!
Le temps était essentiel. Takumi n'était pas médecin, mais même il le savait beaucoup. Mais Takumi n'était pas médecin, donc il n'en savait pas assez pour faire quelque chose de bien. Mais il savait une chose importante. Il a regardé son bras gauche. Un demi-ghoul était effectivement un humain dans la composition, ou alors on lui avait dit. Si c'était vrai... peut-il faire quelque chose à ce sujet? Presque inconsciemment, son kagune s'est détaché de son omoplate et se connecte à son marteau, transformant la forme en un court et méchant bord.
Justice et sacrifice, n'est-ce pas?
Si Aso, alors ça l'a frappé. Asoka. Cuisine. Je mange de la viande de Dick Itsuki. Des restes humains. Les restes. Régénération. L'engrenage de son coup de maître tournait. « Nee-san va désapprouver cela, » Takumi s'est rapidement tourné vers la cuisine, sa dernière source d'espoir en ce moment inquiétant, « Mais c'est beaucoup moins inutilement masochiste de ma part. » D'après son apparence, les choses commençaient enfin à aller à son chemin! (...Trier de.) Mais la question était : la fille ukaku pouvait-elle attendre? Il regarda son visage dérangé, et retourna dans son bras. C'est une assurance. Il soupira, fit un visage, et coupa un morceau de chair de sa main gauche. J'ai compris. J'ai des choses à faire, a-t-il expliqué, sa voix vacillante et son sourire nerveux faisant de leur mieux pour apporter de la lévité à cette situation sinistre, juste. Essaie juste d'arrêter de penser à mourir. Ou juste. Essayez de ne pas mourir en général, s'il vous plaît? Il a appelé, se précipitant dans la cuisine aussi vite que son corps blessé pouvait le porter.

"Rien ne va mal," Takumi a expliqué calmement à Asoka alors qu'il saignait une piste vers le congélateur, "Vos frères et sœurs aînés ont tout sous contrôle." Il a ouvert le congélateur et a retiré le récipient avec la partie conservée d'hier soir. Il a fermé le container et l'a mis sous son bras - celui avec la main galbée - avant de se tourner vers Asoka, pas besoin de s'inquiéter pour nous.Il a donné un pouce particulièrement pathétique, puis il est revenu tout de suite à la fraye, laissant des traces sanglantes dans son sillage.

S'élançant sur un bassin de sang, Takumi dérape sur ses genoux devant le corps de Hana. Son corps tremblait, mais sa main droite était ferme et raisonnée, car elle ouvrit doucement le contenant et leva l'appendice. Puis, assez inélégamment, il l'a forcée dans la bouche de Hana et dans sa gorge pour démarrer sa régénération. Maintenant, il a dû la réveiller. D'abord venu une gifle avec toute sa force - probablement pas un bon appel donné son état, mais il était désespéré - puis le cri: -WAKE UP!- Il était presque si absorbé que ses oreilles vives n'ont pas attrapé l'ouverture de l'ascenseur.
La tête de Takumi s'est hurlée à la porte, où il n'y avait autre chose que Itsuki lui-même. Même avec son incapacité auto-perçue à vraiment comprendre ces gens, il savait ce que signifient ces yeux. Il les avait déjà vus, aux yeux de l'enquêteur et de Ghoul. Une rage débridée, alimentée par un désir de vengeance contre la jeune fille. Il était impuissant et il ne restait qu'à regarder les événements se dérouler. Puis une autre présence. Il regarda Rin, les yeux contenant une combinaison de désespoir, d'espoir et de confusion.
Takumi a crié - il ne voulait pas, mais il n'y avait pas beaucoup de place pour le contrôle en ce moment - à Itsuki, essayant de passer à l'esprit de jeune homme. Sauf qu'il ne pouvait pas expliquer, pas vraiment. Mais il ferait de son mieux, parce que la fille certainement. Elle est venue ici pour obtenir de l'aide! » a-t-il dit, voix enroulée et crue, « Nous l'avons provoquée. C'est notre faute! AAAAAAAH!!!! AAAAAAAAAH!!!!Ça n'allait pas marcher, même il pouvait voir ça. Il n'était pas assez intelligent ou charismatique pour cela. Il a scanné la pièce pour quelqu'un ou quelque chose, n'importe qui ou quelque chose, pour que Itsuki lâche. C'est Itsuki. Il pourrait utiliser Itsuki. Appel à son intérêt. Qu'est-ce qu'il savait de son frère... "Je l'ai amenée ici!" Takumi rampait en avant, cherchant pathétiquement les deux, "Elle est... Elle est comme votre fille, mais pour moi. Laisse tomber. S'il te plaît."
Name: Minamoto, Takumi
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Height & Weight: 180cm, 76kg
Sexuality: Hetero until proven otherwise
CCG Rating: B~
CCG Title:Tengu
Vigilante Ghoul

Mask: A bird mask paired with a matching eyepatch
Kagune: Takumi's kagune is rather simple in appearance. It takes the form of two elliptic tentacles about twice the length of his leg, maroon in color with the smooth, slightly-metallic texture characteristic of koukaku kagune. Though its end is tapered by default, he is capable of fashioning his kagune into armaments for attack and defense in close-quarters. Similarly, he is capable of condense his tendrils (either sections of the same or the tendrils themselves) for additional reinforcement and the ability to form more elaborate shapes. While very straightforward overall, it does possess a sole unique point in its detachability. Unfortunately, this detachment does not come with any wall or trap-spawning additions, and is literally just a piece of detached kagune that doesn't evaporate as quickly. This is not as useless as it sounds, and he occasionally jokes that a detached kagune is "the closest thing to a quinque he can get".
And in that respect, it can be considered a kagune of the utmost compatibility.
RC Type: Koukaku
Special Quirk: One-Eyed Ghoul
Born a human and raised as one until he volunteered for an experimental kakuhou transplantation. With an ample natural RC cell factor, he was deemed a suitable subject. However despite all precautions and the resounding success of the results, he was ultimately judged a failure and forced to flee for his life. Possesses a leftward kakugan.
Personality: The crux of Takumi's personality is based around the question of "How can I justify myself to myself?" It's equal parts his primary coping mechanism and his driving motivation, as well as the reason why there seems to be a hypocritical dichotomy between his actions and his personality. So long as he's capable of answering that question in a way he's satisfied with, he's willing to do pretty much anything he needs to. However, he does have standards of conduct that he upholds himself to, granted those standards have nothing to do with what's commonly values and everything to do with his personal interpretation of "right" at the time. That said, he only really cares what impact something has on the present. Even if something ends up having terrible consequences, that's just something he can deal with at a later point.
Now as far as outward appearances go, Takumi's a very open person. As useful as being cooly stoic and emotionally constipated is, he's very intense when it comes to expressing himself. Save for legitimate distress, he doesn't really make an effort of hiding any of his emotions, and even when his is distressed, you can usually tell by the weary, "oh not this shit again" look in his eyes. But he doesn't really get too upset a lot, and when he does he gets over it just as quickly. His way of life is built around aggressive acceptance and avoidance; as far as he's concerned, what happened in the past ought to stay there. Likewise, when he talks about his past, it's a lot like he's talking about someone else entirely. Takumi's nonchalant attitude is most easily seen when he actually gets around to talking to people. He's super informal and friendly with others, even to people who're supposed to be his enemies. Though that isn't to say Takumi treats his friends the same as he does everyone else. He worries and cares a lot about them, even if they don't seem obviously special to him. He's a proponent of the golden rule, and typically tries to help others find their own satisfaction. He's kind of a straightforward person like that.
As for battle, Takumi and fighting have a bit of an odd relationship going on. While he'd much rather play the part of a peace-loving weakling and resolve a conflict without having to break any kneecaps like the old man told him, he really does get a rise out of fighting. It's not the act specific that he cares about though, but rather the cathartic feeling of the opportunity to throw himself wholeheartedly into something. It's a lot like his relationship with taking orders. He doesn't mind being ordered around because it means that he knows exactly what he needs to do, and that the consequences are Not His Fault. That said, he dislikes being beholden to coercion and debts.
Backstory: Invariably, whenever Takumi talks about his past the first and foremost matter of contention is the fact that he was raised by the Commission of Counter Ghoul.
Ever since he was but a babe, he was living under the cold and utilitarian wing of the doves. What his life was like before that - or even if he had a life before that - is completely irrelevant. As for his parents, he knows for a fact that they're CCG affiliates of some variety. Maybe investigators, maybe scientists. Maybe dead, maybe alive. At any rate, it's not as if he has much of a connection to them, and he isn't willing to try and make a point of keeping up to date on their situation. Likewise, he can't say that he resents them for abandoning him to his fate, for a such a thing is simply the natural course of action. After all, education and safety are key to the proper development of a child. But while plenty children raised in the CCG Junior Academies opt to pursue jobs unrelated to ghouls and generally live a lifestyle of mundanity, becoming a normal person was never on the table for him.
After all, the Sunlit Garden has no place for normal people.
Publicly, the Garden is known for producing talented investigators. And although the precise details of the human side of his childhood are murky at best, if there's one thing Takumi can remember it's all the bloody training. Even as the passing days became months and years, blending into the same incomprehensible mass, the one constant throughout his growth the Garden was the endless deluge of training. Training and conditioning of the body and mind was the focus of the program. No general education, though; that was unnecessary for the intended role of a trainee.
While this was not the kind of lifestyle that offered him much in the way of freedom, Takumi's clearest memory is of a choice. From somewhere out in some CCG think tank, the idea of implanting kakuhou into humans in order to create superior investigators arose and eventually, that idea made it to the Garden. To choose the life of a half-ghoul for the sake of the people was the last true choice he'd ever made by himself. Even if he were to lose all rationality or purpose, that is the one memory he could never allow himself to forget.
At first it was fine. Everything seemed to be going to according plan. Unsurprisingly, that was simply a short respite before everything went wrong real fast. RC suppressants weren't sufficiently effective, the limiters they'd designed weren't limiting anything, and he was getting hungrier and less restrained as the days passed. As far as anyone could see, the worth of keeping someone like Takumi around was becoming lower and lower despite his improvements to his body surpassing the projected data. So they quietly axed the Quinx Project and scheduled Takumi for disposal. Understandably, he was unwilling to accept such an ignonimious death when he overheard people talking about it. So he ran fast and fought hard, and fell somewhere around the edge of the Fifth Ward, completely exhausted, heavily wounded, and still being pursued by a particularly puissant flock of doves. When the streetlights were eclipsed by the shadow of a man, he was ready to accept the limits of his newfound power. But instead of the cold touch of quinque steel, there was only five words: "Do you want to live?"
Cut to the Maison de Hayasori. Despite having been there for quite a while at that point, Takumi still hadn't really adjusted well. And although his time with humanity was ultimately shorter than expected, the mentality of the Garden still had buried its seeds in his mind. It was not surprising that having to live with five true blue ghouls was not exactly very compatible with his anthropocentricism, which manifested itself as avoidance and rejection rather than lashing out. He would grow out of his loner habits fortunately, and would truly integrate himself into the family unit upon managing to center himself and accept everything as it was.
For Takumi, most of the old man's mentorship was learning to live on the other side. As a more-or-less well-adjusted "human" being, a tutorial on how to live like a human would be rather redundant. So he learned the rules of the ghoulish social contract, the correct application of kagune, and other such related topics. To say he adjusted rather quickly would be an understatement considering his anthropocentric upbringing. However, his personality of passive acceptance was well-equipped to handle such a vast change, even if he was a bit more volatile and callous than he is now, and more inclined to hide away in a study reading books. It took a while, but the old man's etiquette training began bearing fruit, and he started spending more and more time with the others. Since his age was dead in the middle of the group, he mostly just did what older kids told him to and what the littler kids asked. He wasn't displeased with this arrangement; all this following of orders kind of reminded him of his home-before-home, and all the busy work was a welcome distraction.
But, like all good things, his time there came to an end. Old Man Hayasori kicked the bucket and there was nothing Takumi really could have done to save him. It was just a fact that he had to accept. While he stuck with the group for as long as he could, they inevitably began to grow apart. This too was something he simply accepted. Now that he was alone in the world, he had no idea what to do. He wasn't used to having power to decide for himself or the responsibility that came along with it, and he still at that age where he didn't quite understand the unfairness of the world. Simply put, he was hardly ready for independence.
So Takumi began wandering around Japan in order to get away from Tokyo and find himself. He wanted to try living like a human as best he could in order to respect the old man's wishes. He was actually quite successful for a time, taking up oddjobs here and there, and even making a few buddies. Early on, he lived off of scavenging as some kind of desperate cling to the human ideal, but soon took to live prey. He isn't 100% sure why he kept up a criminal-only diet, but he just dismissed it as a remnant of his CCG "protect and serve" programming. Besides, it's not like he was ever good at anything else. Of course he was never the most subtle of guys, so the CCG got wise to his habits rather quickly. Fortunately they never connected him to the escapee from way back when, or he might have really been in trouble. Instead, all he got was a B~ for his indeterminate strength in relation to his nonhostility towards investigators and innocents, combined his infrequent hunting schedule and choice of prey. Takumi is okay with this, even if he isn't as highly regarded as his peers.
He returned to Tokyo a few days ago.
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