Takumi Minamoto - Le deuxième costume sexy d'Halloween
Troisième quartier, clinique Sakura, quatrième étage

Quelques secondes après sa dernière déclaration, le monde a été laissé dans un repos tendu. Les yeux à moitié ghouls - maintenant à la fois une nuance très humaine de vert - sont restés fixés à la vue de son frère aîné et le vaincu mais toujours défiant kakuja. Itsuki... Takumi ne savait pas quoi penser d'Issuki, de sa rage imprudente et du calme soudain qui lui était arrivé. Il était vrai que des temps désespérés appelaient des mesures désespérées, mais il se sentait encore comme un gaspillage absolu de la vie humaine pour avoir utilisé ce morceau de munitions contre son frère aîné non haï.
C'était un geste impulsif, probablement l'un de ses plus impulsifs à ce jour, mais c'était son seul coup. Les doigts de sa main ont creusé dans le tapis ensanglanté. Si Takumi pouvait se mettre dans des chaussures Itsuki, il savait qu'il ne se sentirait pas si chaud en ce moment. Les échecs passés, les manques de jugement, la faiblesse personnelle... personne ne voulait se souvenir de ceux-là. Surtout pas quelqu'un comme Itsuki, qui n'a pas semblé être en mesure de laisser aller trop facilement.
Mais à l'agréable surprise de Takumi, Itsuki a laissé partir la fille. Tomber en avant sur le tapis ensanglanté, l'homme a respiré un soupir de soulagement, seulement maintenant conscient du fait qu'il avait été laissé sans souffle par l'anticipation. Il a forcé les rires douloureux et heureux, se éteignant seulement sur le son de son nom dans Itsukis voix irrité. C'est l'heure de payer, Takumi a pensé tristement. Il allait vraiment l'avoir maintenant, il était sûr. Il a gagné; d'une certaine façon, la possibilité d'être blessé était beaucoup plus douloureuse que toutes les plaies de crevaison. Lentement, il se tourna pour regarder son frère, la culpabilité s'écria sur son visage comme le jour. Je comprends, onii-san,,, Takumi a baissé sa tête,,, ça n'arrivera pas encore., Pourtant, il avait le sentiment qu'il ne serait pas en mesure de tenir cette promesse.
Alors que Itsuki se déplaçait pour parler à Rin, Takumi plaça sa bonne main à plat sur le sol à côté de lui, et se poussa jusqu'à ses pieds. La chaleur de la bataille s'en alla, et ne fut remplacée que par la douleur des flochettes et des pointes, il semblait. Il regarda sa main mutilée et la laissa pendre contre son côté. Je ne pense pas que c'est très nécessaire, il a rétorqué en entendant exactement ce que Itsuki avait ordonné, elle a dit plus tôt qu'elle ne voulait pas nous combattre. Je pense qu'elle était juste folle parce que c'est un truc de kakuja.
Peut-être qu'il aurait pu le dire un peu plus élégamment, mais il voulait dire exactement ce qu'il voulait dire. Ce n'est que maintenant que Takumi est arrivé à la réalisation, mais il a donné à Itsuki le bénéfice du doute pour beaucoup trop longtemps. Il ne pouvait pas le laisser rester sur son chemin actuel. Même après toute la charité qu'on lui avait montrée, le kakuja avait montré un mépris blasé pour tout le monde et tout sauf ses propres caprices. Et autant que Takumi ne voulait pas le croire, il était sûr que c'était une sorte d'aventure égoïste. Une façon de justifier les résultats de ses actions à lui-même, et de rectifier les conséquences de ses actions.
- C'est quoi, ça?
La bouche de Takumi est devenue une ligne dure, et pendant un moment, il a respiré un peu plus rassasié qu'avant. Il s'est tourné vers Itsuki et Hana, dont ce dernier avait heureusement interrompu son train de pensée en faisant une déclaration subtilement sarcastique sur le fait de pousser des organes génitaux dans sa gorge. Il s'est excusé de ses moutons, en frottant involontairement du sang dans l'arrière de ses cheveux avec ses extrémités blessées, Guess I ne fait pas de grands appels sous pression, hein? La bataille était terminée, donc il était préférable de revenir à la balançoire des choses rapidement; inutile de gaspiller le temps. Mais ça a marché pour le mieux, n'est-ce pas? En quelque sorte.
Cependant, Takumi a été repris par l'éblouissement en colère. Autant qu'il voulait dire quelque chose comme "Vous n'avez pas vu ce que j'ai vu!", il s'est abstenu. La dame kakuja pourrait s'expliquer plus tard, et ce n'était pas comme si Hana n'était pas coopérative en ce moment. Alors qu'il regardait le médecin faire son travail, il l'entendit citer un passage familier. L'Art de la guerre chapitre 12, il a rappelé avant de confirmer la question rhétorique de Hana de Hana avec un simple : "Mhm."Tout semblait aller bien jusqu'ici, de sorte que Takumi a pris place sur le sol - obtenir du sang sur son cul dans le processus- et a décidé de le prendre facilement dans l'intervalle.
Il s'est mis à l'attention en entendant son nom d'un ton étonnamment impératif. Il a tourné l'oreille à Hana, qui émettait des commandes à un rythme rapide. "Affirmatif," il a hurlé et, avant que Hana ne puisse même terminer sa dernière phrase, était prêt à exécuter ses ordres comme un bon soldat. Mais il y avait quelque chose qui le dérangeait. Il a serré son bon poing autour de l'objet métallique et s'est dirigé vers l'ascenseur.

Dans le sens inverse des aiguilles d'une montre, il a poussé la clé dans le trou et a tourné vers la gauche. Ses doigts ont parcouru le dessous du panneau de contrôle, avant de rencontrer une bosse. Le bouton "Secret". Immédiatement l'ascenseur a commencé à descendre. Il a commencé à nommer hors de la liste des choses à récupérer. Cinq flacons de GBP, et deux doses de... Il n'y avait pas moyen que cela signifiait ce qu'il pensait qu'il avait fait. Pas du tout! Ce truc était généralement trop cher pour même les hôpitaux, et la seule autre façon était...
Avant de pouvoir hypothéquer, l'ascenseur s'est dingé et s'est ouvert à une pièce froide remplie seulement avec le bourdonnement des machines et des rangées d'armoires esque-boîtes. C'est comme une morgue, a-t-il remarqué lors de sa recherche du congélateur avec le clavier. Ici vous êtes... Il a commencé à frapper dans les chiffres. 5-4-2-1-enter-mécanique-rotation-clic-ouvert. "Bingo," il sourit, s'empare des flacons bien étiquetés et les met dans le simple petit panier qu'il avait fait avec son kagune. « Maintenant pour le RCS... » Bien sûr, il n'a pas fallu longtemps pour qu'il le trouve ; cette boîte de seringues était incontestable.
La voix de Takumi était une combinaison d'horreur et de stupéfaction, comment t'es-tu mis la main sur ces bébés?

L'ascenseur est arrivé le quatrième avec un autre ding, et sortit l'infirmière désignée pour aujourd'hui, tenant un panier cadeau pour le pauvre patient. Malheureusement, il n'y avait pas de cartes de bien-être, de fleurs, de fruits, ou quoi que ce soit qui fuyait. Juste deux objets pointus et des bouteilles d'étrange fluide. Takumi l'a posé doucement à côté de Hana, l'air plutôt maladroit comme il l'a fait. Doit-il prétendre qu'il ne savait pas ce qu'étaient ces seringues? La boîte était étiquetée, mais...
C'est l'heure. C'est le truc, ouais?"Il a demandé comme une confirmation finale avant de tourner son attention sur la forme vacillante de Miyako. "Je suis de retour," a-t-il plaisanté avant de faire quelques pas en arrière pour donner la salle Hana et Rin au travail.
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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