OF JUSTICE.

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hello!! my dash is awfully dead these days, so if you’re willing to rp with a minor character from a minor fandom, a.k.a. the knave of hearts from the drama cd/manga series are you alice?,  please give this post a like and (preferably) reblog and i’ll check out your blog!! tysm!! ;w;

–that’s why I also intend to do anything I can possibly do with all my might, even though I was brought here mistakenly…

     AND HER FATHER’S words echoed in her mind: Be proud, be confident.  Don’t disgrace the family.   She chewed on the inside of her cheek, gaze averted from her senior.  Her eyes were clouded with uncertainty: Was she sounding too meek?  Nervously, she cleared her throat before continuing to speak with more confidence.

               ❝I mean, I— I’m sure I can handle any bar you set,                                               Amon-san.❞

     AND SHE OFFERED a grin of false confidence before turning her attention towards the streets that surrounded them, that confident look soon turning to one of seriousness.  Her brows furrowed slightly as she analyzed every face that passed by.  Any one of them could be a Ghoul waiting to strike.  The thought sent chills down her spine and caused her grip to tighten around her brief case.  

      “Unfortunately, yes. We’ve yet to be discreet about that. That’s why we need to raise our guards all the time.” If Chigyou, or Susumu, or any other technicians manage to come up with a way to improve the design of an unactivated quinque and make it more portable and less noticeable, it would be a huge feat for the CCG. Nevertheless, so far there were no reports of the briefcases significantly hindering an investigator, so the quinque’s redesign might not be the technicians’ main concern.

     Amon figured he would brief her with the ropes of information gathering. “Because our briefcases and coats give out our identity right away, it’s alright to come clearly as a ghoul investigator, both to a witness or a suspect. Even if they lie during interrogation despite our extensive intel, there are clear signs that ghouls can’t hide.

     “For example, the tendency to go to the restroom after a meal - when coupled with the amount of coffee drank, the amount of food eaten and the faint traces of water near their mouth after they came back from the restroom - these are possible signs of a ghoul. Of course, simply deducing their identity with those signs isn’t enough; and that’s when your intuition comes to play.”

“Papers don’t provide much on that,”  ey said, hitting eir head with the heel of eir hand as ey flipped a page,  “Uhm–there’s not much on you.  Looks like they had high hopes for you, but they didn’t pan out…  I think we’re the two ‘best’ if we’re talking success rate…  But even then…”

Seidou shook eir head,  “When it’s a ‘you came out messed up, I came out okay, everybody else is dead’, the success rate is pretty crappy.”

Seidou bit eir lip,  “They want to try and remake the ghoul known as Centipede?  Which means kakujas.  I don’t know if we’re going to be able to–”

Why, oh why did Amon smell like eir mother’s best home cooking?  Why did everything about the man seem mouthwatering–in the way that was more how one would eat the best steak, seasoned to perfect, and it would melt in one’s mouth, rather than in the way that involved other desires.

     Aogiri could throw them out for all he cared (if anything, it was for the better), but... 

     ...considering the low success rate, Amon could sense that Aogiri clearly lacks resources in these goddamn experiments. They might need to use the few remaining results they have, as shitty as they were. 

     In the end, what a shitty predicament.

    “Eyepatch.” Amon blurted out in reflex, as if to correct em for using the ‘wrong’ term. Realisation dawned on him: the puzzle pieces were falling together into one large, sinister picture (’Binge Eater’. ‘Kaneki Ken’. ‘Yasuhisa’. ‘Kanou Akihiro’… the center of the picture. It all makes sense now). Still full of holes, but Amon managed to connect the dots. His lips thinned into a grimace. “No, that’s not it,” Amon shook his head, his gaze directed a little too forceful at Takizawa, frustration tugged his eyebrows sharp.

    “If they’re planning to create more kakuja, why didn’t they kidnap ghouls and feed them ghoul flesh instead? A kakuja is a normal ghoul once– …But no, they specifically targeted ghoul investigators. They need something that ordinary ghouls do not have—”

     Human attributes. “--human attributes.” Amon’s words fell. “... they are planning to make more artificial ghouls. One-eyed ghouls, so to say.”

         “ Well, let’s just say in this place, it’s hard to NOT get attached. ”

     Soon, it appeared again - that slightly nervous smile he was so accustomed to wearing. “ I see. Hearing you say that really puts me at ease. ” Either way, Yoh couldn’t help but RELAX ever so slightly around this guy ( even if he hadn’t known his name yet. ) At least he knew for sure the man wouldn’t start an ILLICIT relationship with Minatsuki, right? He seemed too earnest for that. 

     Sure enough, the moment the other male mentioned G Ward, his expression DETERIORATED into a more a serious one.

“It’s nice to hear that,” he remarked, both at the siblings’ bond and the brother’s newfound ease. Amon let the faintest of smiles tug his lips. He was not naive; he knew that the more inmates he could befriend - or, at least, get to their good side - the better. It guarantees his safety--

     -- if they did not violate his principles. Amon would rather fight and suffer for his morals than turning a blind eye to them (perhaps he’s naive after all). And this is where his skills from military training kicks in: he's built well enough to defend himself from other inmates (in which those fights were rather frequent. God, he made more enemies than he could every wish here.)

     He’s pretty sure MInatsuki thought of him as an enemy, but Amon hoped he could at least get acquainted with her brother.

     “In G-Ward, yes. But I don’t belong here, my cell’s upstairs. The wardens have allowed access into G-Ward-- I didn’t know it existed prior to this.” Except from what I overheard from Major Aohi, but Amon kept quiet. 

“It’s Enma, then,” he settled. “You can call me Amon.” Being addressed as ‘buffy’ felt weird anyway.