Board Thread:Tokyo Arc's/@comment-27973212-20160711014945/@comment-28238325-20160727200003

Sooner than later after an announcement from the lady of the night mounds and mounds of steaming entrees burst forth from a pair of doors that led to what must have been a kitchen. Each man and woman bearing the dishes wore masks similar to the other attendants for the party and once they had revealed the feast to the audience whom were already salivating due to catching the familiar scent, they disappeared from whence they had come.

A bountiful meal it was with meat the obvious ‘star’. From slabs cooked to perfection to various different designs and plating there was the flesh of some unwitting creature laid before them for all to devour. Takamori watched the ghouls shuffle about to their prospective seating arrangements although she did not approach herself just yet. She was considering a number of things that included the very real and probable fact this food before them was suitable for only their unique palate. For lack of a better term the dinner prepared for them was not of a cow, pig or chicken but instead, this was human or rather the remains of one or two..or twelve. The woman felt the onset of a shudder approaching but she fought it until it was no more. The situation was clear, currently she was surrounded by a mass number of man eating fiends and to show any sign of weakness or irregularity would be all that was necessary to destroy any ounce of work that had gone into the mission at hand.



‘Oh it smells delightful, she never fails to present the best of the best.~’

''‘Truly! An artist!’''

To a connesuier it may have looked exquisite the way it had been prepared. Instead of being presented with the usual lack of a thorough cooking marinated by copious amounts of blood.. each piece looked finely tended to and glistened because of different glazes and steamed the results of being baked or fried but Mayu saw through the veil and could only describe it to be a pile of grotesque slop.

They were ecstatically crowing their praises as they settled in and began to eat. None of course removed their masks completely to do so and it became evident that the aspect of hiding their identities from one another was of high importance still even as the gluttons tore apart what could have been a leg or an arm of an innocent person. It was repulsive, it was disgusting and as she found herself escorted to her seat it was becoming excruciatingly clear that she the ghoul Kaiyo was expected to partake in the gourmet experience.



All around the sounds of juice and tendons being grinded beneath teeth became a symphony that she desired nothing more than to tune out. The crowd had become a pack of ravenous monsters in the eyes of the commissioner and with each bite they took the flame of anger grew inside her core. She could not fool herself however, this was a dinner party after all. At one point or another in order to prove that she was not someone they may have thought she was not she needed to participate in even the most vulgar of customs. This included eating human flesh as much as she detested the idea, it was one of the major ideals that made a ghoul what he or she was..what made them the enemy essentially. Her plate was set before her and emitted a pungent aroma dulled only by a small amount of seasoning but was none the less unappetizing. A second look to Kin may have raised flags..there couldn’t be a moment of hesitation on her part or the seeds of mistrust may have been laid more so than they had been already granted if they had at all. She was the unmoved, the one with resolve that made her capable of overcoming any adversity put into her path, the woman who would spare nothing to ensure the completion of the mission and yet..as her right hand took hold of a piercing utensil seemingly with a mind of it’s own and the left gently helped her mask to retreat so that only her jawline and lips were exposed then sunk the fork into a small portion of pre-cut meat and lifted it toward her open mouth with not a quiver afforded to her limb she could think of doing nothing else but casting the filth away. Inch by inch it came closer until it was but a meter away from being ingested..its juices pooling below her fervently upon the plate where it had come from.

Time seemed to come to a stand still for Takamori although it was the same for all in reality. It slowed and her mind focused on a single property.

Would she do it? Would she, to possibly save the life of another victim besides the one hanging at the end of her fork force herself to consume the body of what anonymous corpse was offered to her? A human..like herself, like the thousands she had sworn to keep safe by any means necessary? Inwardly she felt as if something might have died inside of her, how far could she take this facade?