#cosmocoded

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           THE GHOUL WAS haunting, a cloak of darkness from behind each wall. Talented, Kaneki could admit. But loose in his actions — too sloppy, too thirsty. The halfling could easily watch the hunt from above, a food chain so prominent before him. He, at the TOP of it, an eased and confident hop between rooftops. But the white haired boy, mask pressed into his face, had been too leisure. For only a glance away would warrant an attack, and the preying cannibal was too slow to immediately stop it.

Below, he heard the ghoul speak. A male, in his late twenties perhaps, seething with hunger. Whatever he said was lost to the youth’s ears. The ghoul wore a mask over his eyes, black with fake feathers outstretched beyond his face. RAVEN, they called him, a wild and unpredictable ghoul, calling too much attention to his ward. Kaneki was meant to eradicate him... to prevent further injury to the innocent. And yet, he was a step too late. Raven had already lashed out, red eyes glowing, the craze rising.

                           ( —— Another one. That’s already three today. )

Once ENTHRALLING, the souls of the dead  — despite most being uncorrupted — bore a new weight never before seen by ancient eyes. ...And, as of late, they seemed to be as common as the stars in the heavens. He’d never seen such a large-scale, indiscriminate loss of human life... by a force that differed drastically from the centuries of WAR & TRAGEDY that enveloped the world he once knew. 

Traditionally a god of CALAMITY, the raven had chosen to follow a path that led to the fortune of others, in a mindset that seemed to live in a bygone era. All around him, seemingly overnight ( though, it probably encompassed years, decades, or even more ) the world he once loved TRANSFORMED — a world divided, a world looking SKYWARD.

And thus, as patterns would show, all care shifted from their own planet; leaving the world to ROT, while reconnaissance efforts dominated much of the unseen mechanisms of this world of the ‘ future. ‘ The deity never cared much for these advances in particular — as religion, in the traditional sense, had already long been abandoned as it was deemed superfluous in such a society. In fact, they borne a foreign sense of ANXIETY within the god.

Even though he had found a foothold within the outskirts of what was called a ‘ UTOPIA, ‘ championing the unfortunate, his capabilities had noticeably weakened; and who knew what would happen, should they be ELIMINATED altogether, or made to MIGRATE to another planet? Surely, such a relic of a dead world would no longer linger.

Mikoto's eyes were usually half-closed with his lids, making him look as if he was always tired. Which, of course, needless to say was not completely incorrect... But it did probably add to the image of his ' directionless ' appearance at the moment -- legs splayed wide in front of him, feet flat on the ground, his hips forward enough so that he could slouch his back against the park bench, one arm laying dead over the edge of it, & the other propped against his knee, holding a cigarette easily. His head had lolled back a bit, eyes focused on the sky as he continually breathed out smoke.

& he'd only left the bar because it was too loud ( rowdy teenage boys mixed with his seemingly ever-present hang-over was not a great combination, he discovered ) -- now, here, in a park of silence, he felt as if he might just fall asleep anyway.

However, when he lifted his head to take another drag from his cigarette, his eyes opened in wild confusion -- was that... a fucking astronaut ?

mY EYES