voicetest | canon: tokyo ghoul | no spoilers past chap. 87 please

[trashprince]

Bellissimo! These icons, this journal, what fine work. I am so grateful that you've chosen to write me, dear player. I know I am not your usual fare, but consider me something new and refreshing-- a palate cleanser for your voracious, creative spirit.

[what's that, shū's player is feeling? immediate regret? yeah. that's the exact sensation.]

Don't be so bitter. I think we can have a grand time together. We can do whatever it is you like.

[what the player likes? playing protags or anti-heroes or not you. playing you is the worst. this is the worst.]

If I was to have one complaint... this username you've chosen. 'Trash.' That isn't to my tastes.

[lo and behold, nobody cared.]

What will Kaneki-kun think if he sees such a thing? You should change it immediately. I need to look my best.

[yeah, getting right on that.]

Grazie.

Comments

I am so happy to see more Tokyo Ghoul here.

[scythestitches]

Hmm~ You must be someone interesting, because my Mun is making a lot of noise suddenly.

i marathoned all the chapters i could find the last couple days. i'm obsessed with this loser.

[trashprince]

Your 'mun' must have extremely good taste.

Haha Tsukiyama is great and important.

[scythestitches]

I think she's mostly amused by the "trash" part. It seems fitting.

[He smiles innocently.]

he agrees of course

[trashprince]

[you wanna go, motherfucker???

no no, keep it together, shū. there's no reason to pick a fight, even if this guy does smell kinda nice. no match for kaneki, of course, but...

while he's not a beggar, he doesn't always choose so well, and--]

I can assure you it's not. May I ask your name?

Of course!

[scythestitches]

[Oh PLEASE bring it on, Juuzou has been itching to test out his new Quinque. Fighting a person or ghoul would be fine either way, he's not choosy when the mood strikes him.]

You may, but I usually don't go around telling shady strangers that sort of thing.

[trashprince]

Shady? You must be mistaken. I am a gentleman, young monsieur. Nothing more or less.

[he is gonna tear you apart, boo. or try.]

[scythestitches]

Really? You don't smell like much of one to me.

[Oh, he's excited to see him try.]

[trashprince]

[this

bitch]

Then perhaps you should come a little closer. Something else may be confusing your senses.

[scythestitches]

[Steps riight up to him, standing on his toes a bit before giving another angelic smile.]

No, it still seems the same from here.

[trashprince]

Does it really?

[going to just tear your cute, li'l ol' head off--

okay, no he's not. because unfortunately, dear_mun is a bit of a public arena instead of the private he would need. he wants to, though.]

You're a very rude little tart, aren't you?

[scythestitches]

[He doesn't particularly care about the place- thanks to his promotion fewer people at the CCG put up a fuss with his tactics so even making a mess in public should be fine. Unlike Tsukiyama he has no fronts to put up.]

I thought honesty was a virtue?

[trashprince]

[leaning in veeeeeeeeeeeeeeeery close.]

Think again, mon cher.

[scythestitches]

[And he'll just stand his ground because yeah in a fight of creepiness he would win.]

So you like lying, then?

btw plz forgive as i figure this muse out

[trashprince]

If the only things your petite self can provide are atrocious words when 'honest,' I would prefer you lie and lie well.

It's fine, I'm still new to Juuzou as well!

[scythestitches]

Mmm well sorry, I'm not a good liar at all~

[Which is a lie.]

you're doing great! sorry i disappeared. work + life

[trashprince]

That is why we practice.

I understand that. I'm actually doing frantic con prep right now.

[scythestitches]

Sounds boring~

[alwaysgrumpy]

...What's with all the fancy Italian? Are you tryin' to come off like some sort of intellectual?

[trashprince]

A civilized man need have knowledge of all the world, shouldn't he? It is not simply Italian-- [and Japanese which translates to English in dear_mun]-- that I know.

*sobbing*

[kafkaesk]

[What would Kaneki think? He is thinking that he needs to find the nearest exit post haste and that no force in the world should have brought him to this very spot. Not to mention the fact that Tsukiyama seems to be okay and is talking like nothing happened WHY IS THIS HAPPENEING TO HIM

Don't mind the poor guy speed walking wandering away from the vicinity as inconspicuously as possible.]

my king! you've come at last!

[trashprince]

Is something bothering you, Ka~nek~i-kun?

[He's going to be especially affectionate today because it took you soooo long to show up and he missed you, darling! His favorite. His perfect. Little. Treat. But you're back to black hair, hm? Or is that just the icon? He's not used to dear_mun and time shenanigans.]

what are the consequences of what i've just done...

[kafkaesk]

[YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE UNALIVE THAT IS WHAT'S BOTHERING HIM -- but mmmmmmaybe he should play it cool. Right? The worst already happened, right? It's not like Tsukiyama could do anything worse than he has already done. That and maybe he was done being crazy. . . . . UNLIKELY.]

No! [He spoke a little too quickly. He must remain calm, even in the face of danger.] It's ... [ NOPE HE CAN'T SAY "it's good to see you" BECAUSE REASONS] ...Tsukiyama-san. You're ...alive. [HOWWWWWWWWWW] And healthy... [DEBATABLE]

[NO IT IS NOT GOOD PLEASE GO AWAY WHERE IS THE HOLE IN THE GROUND HE COULD JUMP INTO AND HIDE IN. Time shenanigans say he has yet to experience that Yamori guy. Think of it as a good thing, Tsukiyama! Kaneki might be a bit more ... gullible.]

getting married? it's okay, honey, hush shū will wear the dress. you just have to be bound for life

[trashprince]

Why wouldn't I be alive?

[better if you didn't speak at all, Kaneki. Better to have kept your trap shut and allowed your dearest to greet you with open arms and mouth. instead, there you went, blabbing, and now he has something to latch onto. the dark hair, the not knowing he's alive.

the lack of control.]

Ah, you've gone back to-- and here I thought you were finished maturing. You always surprise me, Kaneki-kun. Yes, I'm very much alive. I had to return to your side, didn't I? You're simply too delicious to ignore.

HOW ABOUT NO WAY IN THIS LIFETIME and wear a white tux the dress would clash with your style

[kafkaesk]

[He's as tense as a deer caught in the headlights. Kaneki is ready to flee at any given moment, at any sign of danger. He knows he can fight if he has to, but he's none too confident in a rematch with this particular opponent. Not now, not ever. To make matters worse, Tsukiyama wasn't making much sense. Forget finding a hole. He'll get a shovel, dig his own hole, and bury himself.]

I-I don't understand... [Just keep backing away, Ken. Make small talk, distract him, and when the moment is right, run for the hills.]

Touka-chan and I -- we saw you. ...You're not making any sense, Tsukiyama-san.

[And that was, frankly, far more terrifying than when his intentions were clear.

But.

There was one way it could make sense. Just one. Ken didn't have the stomach to even consider it.]

You were ... -- you couldn't have -- !!

a white tux for him, a black tux for you... a honeymoon in paris... he'll take your name...

[trashprince]

[It's sweet, this Kaneki. He's different from the one that Shū is becoming used to, so radically dangerous. This is the half-baked version, he's realizing. Delicate and sweet, with none of that deep, earthy richness. Without the seasoning of danger, oh, he still wants him, but his mouth doesn't water quite as much. In a sense, this is good for Kaneki; knowing what he could become, he'd never eat him as he is now.

In other senses, it's horrific and he should run.

But it's too late. Shū is fast and has an arm around his shoulders.]

I thought to taste a new delicacy. My own flesh helped me survive-- and soon I come back to you. I become a knight for you, mon cher. That must not have happened for you, yet. How unfortunate.

[Hand. Clenching. Tight.]

a kick to the shin, a punch to the gut... but paris sounds decent... (sorry for being late!!)

[kafkaesk]

[For one horrible moment, Ken felt absolutely defenseless.

As the weight of Tsukiyama's self-professed actions settled over their conversation, Ken tried even harder to shy away from the other man. He could feel his body tremble, though he refused to acknowledge it this time. He had to be strong - he had to be brave - he -- he had to! He -- he -- needed to get away from this dangerous man as soon as he possibly could he -- ]

Wh-why?! [It was a dangerous question. It would give him too many answers, too many terrible thoughts to dwell on. He knew it was the wrong thing to say the moment he voiced it. There was nothing he needed to know from Tsukiyama - nothing that could be gained.

. . .

. . . come to think of it, there was nothing to stop Kaneki from defending himself. Nothing but his own weakness. And he didn't want that to stand in the way anymore. ...Okay.

First, he had to stay calm. Then, he could go ahead and try to break Tsukiyama's grip.

He thrust his arms outward, and tried to duck out of Tsukiyama's way. ...Now, if he remembered that technique, maybe he would have a better chance... ]