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Entry tags:
- jaime reyes | blue beetle,
- † alistair krei | n/a,
- † chrollo lucilfer | n/a,
- † clark kent | superman,
- † dorian gray | n/a,
- † grey | n/a,
- † hank pym | giant-man,
- † hank schrader | n/a,
- † john watson | n/a,
- † kate bishop | hawkeye,
- † ken kaneki | one eyed king,
- † kristoff bjorgman | n/a,
- † matthew lin | abduxel,
- † the red plains rider | n/a,
- † will graham | wolf trap
[OPEN] you see, i am the wolf, and this dirty little piggy lives inside of me
WHO: Will Graham + YOU!
WHERE: All over
WHEN: Month of May (he will not be around the 15th-19th)
WHAT: Making friends. Losing friends. Getting experience with his shadow stag power. Aggressively playing pool. Fishing. Stuff and things, Coral.
WARNINGS: Standard Hannibal warnings apply (cannibalism and murder and sadness and season 2 spoilers). If anything else crops up, I will edit to add.
NOTE: Everything's been written up in prose, but if you'd prefer to do action, just reply with it and I'll match! And if you'd like a specific starter, shoot me a PM or something and I'll write it up in comments.
I. AROUND NONAH: Are we out of the woods? Are we in the clear yet?
He'd have gone to De Chima, had he not been there so recently for work, had he been sure he could keep himself from stopping by the old house. Worse, going into the old house, seeing if Mike Parker was there, perhaps checking in on his religiously conflicted roommate. Going to Virginia for leisure time is bound to end poorly, bound to have him finally giving up and checking in on this universe's version of Wolf Trap. Better to avoid all that inevitable mess by going somewhere else entirely.
So he opts for Nonah, and after going through the city itself, finds a nice patch of woods that doesn't seem too used. Seems more like the place where joggers go for morning and evening routines than anything popular, where parents might bring their children or couples might take to for a quiet, slow stroll. Once the noises fade to nothing but nature, he loses his shadow to its new, stag self, to get a better feel of how it works. They'll walk side-by-side as much as the stag decides to explore, bolting for a particularly playful squirrel, scraping his antlers on a nearby tree for reasons Will doesn't want to think about. Same with any rolling in mud. Probably just enjoying his freedom to be a strange, shadow stag; that's the story Will chooses to take on and believe as true. Every now and then, it might smack as more dog than deer, stumpy tail wagging, but Will doesn't pay that any mind, either. The thing's never far out of his sight—until something (or someone) truly interesting and not yet in Will's line of sight comes around, of course. Leave it to Will to not find this of too much concern and continue to take his time, walking fashion disaster that he is. Don't worry! That shadowy creature means no harm, and the guy following after who doesn't cast a shadow at all despite whatever sunlight is around has covered himself in a truly terrible plaid shirt and jeans that are two or three wears from being worn out. No threats here.
II. HEROPA: have you been herring a lot about the hook line and tinker?
Will doesn't work at the bait shop anymore, not technically. He is, however, still the owner, and that means he has to be involved. He's a little more involved than some of his employees might actually like, but at least whenever there's a minor issue plaguing the place, he can generally take care of it. If he can't, he knows who can. So every now and then, for anyone stopping by (or just looking in), they'll find a still plaid-clad Will Graham sporting a ridiculous hat that's clearly been worn by him for a while, however off and on. It fits his head, and the fishing hook stuck on the brim of it has been there so long it's created a dent. But Will isn't behind the counter or going through the shelves to fix them. Nah, he's the guy in the corner on a stepladder fixing some busted part of the ceiling or wall, or fiddling with wiring. He rather looks like the repairman.
If someone stops by to see him, specifically, here he is. If someone stops by with a question that the staff either can't answer or doesn't feel equipped to answer as well as Will can, he'll be pointed out as well. Yes, go ask the guy making an effort to center the WRIGGLE ROOM sign after it last fell about fishing seasons. That guy who's cleaning the front windows in the wake of the Flare and dragons alike will know far better than the person behind the counter why the hell the lures are different colors. Go pester him, he has the answers, he's the owner.
III. HEROPA 2 NAUTICAL BOOGALOO: We ain’t only fishin’
Will owes plenty of people fishing trips. Want to go fishing? Who the hell wouldn't? His preference is for standing around all day in waders, but if someone would rather go out, he'll get a boat. How accommodating.
IV. HEROPA 3 RETURN TO THE HOMELAND: Flowers and trees depress and frankly bore me
There is a house with a yard that's well kept but not much to speak of just yet. The dogwood tree in the center of it is in need of some nourishment and time without the world being in ruins to get back to its former glory, and the scattered beds of flowers weren't in any particular order. Until today, that is. Will's out with his sleeves rolled right over his elbows, bearded dog providing help by doing the best thing he can in this situation: lazing underneath some shade and taking a nap. He's got all the tools he needs, pots with plants waiting to be transferred over, dirty hands bare instead of covered with gloves. He's not dealing with anything too thorny or prickly, so there's really no need for that, is there?
Except for the fact that the soil he's using contains manure, and says so right on the bags waiting to be tossed out with the rest of the trash. Whatever, it's all as organic as organic gets, he'll just wash them more thoroughly than usual and everything will be fine.
V. MAURTIA FALLS LIBRARY: Take a look, it's in a book!
He isn't even certain if he can check out anything, considering where he lives and all, but he's been through the Heropa library more times than he can count. It's good to expand one's horizons, isn't it? Maurtia Falls could have something on their shelves Heropa doesn't, so while he's there and following the rule of minding his own damn business, he stops by just to see. Curiosity isn't always a bad thing, after all. Will pointedly avoids any sections that have to do with crime, true or fictional. Fiction is supposed to give him an escape, and hopefully nonfiction will teach him about something that isn't his usual. Why even bother looking at books that won't do either? It's always much better to bump into someone who has a stack of books that relate to dogs, fish, the history of railroads, and what appears to be the first in a series about magical cats that can travel through space and have kept their secret from humans for all of eternity, isn't it? Because that's what Will's going for. Magical alien cats.
VI. BARS, BARS EVERYWHERE: He drinks a whiskey drink, he drinks a vodka drink
Will keeps a rotation of bars in his head, places with a little more shade than usual. No loud and booming music, no crowd of youths looking to get their groove on. Will's more comfortable in the quiet sorts where the jukebox plays "oldies" and no one has any complaints about it. These are the nights were he slaps his watch over that tattoo to keep himself as much of a nobody as, well, everybody else in the dim, sometimes smoky lighting. His pool game isn't anything to write home about, but he's steadily getting better, with the goal to one day wipe the floor with Hank Schrader. And because some of these bars are the places that don't ask questions, or have family members of the owners (or their friends) coming through just a year or so shy of the legal drinking age, Will keeps his job and this aspect of his life completely separate unless there is a real need for someone to step in. He's not a complete hog at the pool tables, though, and some affable competition is bound to only help improve his game. Loser buys the drinks—what a great deal.
WHERE: All over
WHEN: Month of May (he will not be around the 15th-19th)
WHAT: Making friends. Losing friends. Getting experience with his shadow stag power. Aggressively playing pool. Fishing. Stuff and things, Coral.
WARNINGS: Standard Hannibal warnings apply (cannibalism and murder and sadness and season 2 spoilers). If anything else crops up, I will edit to add.
NOTE: Everything's been written up in prose, but if you'd prefer to do action, just reply with it and I'll match! And if you'd like a specific starter, shoot me a PM or something and I'll write it up in comments.
I. AROUND NONAH: Are we out of the woods? Are we in the clear yet?
He'd have gone to De Chima, had he not been there so recently for work, had he been sure he could keep himself from stopping by the old house. Worse, going into the old house, seeing if Mike Parker was there, perhaps checking in on his religiously conflicted roommate. Going to Virginia for leisure time is bound to end poorly, bound to have him finally giving up and checking in on this universe's version of Wolf Trap. Better to avoid all that inevitable mess by going somewhere else entirely.
So he opts for Nonah, and after going through the city itself, finds a nice patch of woods that doesn't seem too used. Seems more like the place where joggers go for morning and evening routines than anything popular, where parents might bring their children or couples might take to for a quiet, slow stroll. Once the noises fade to nothing but nature, he loses his shadow to its new, stag self, to get a better feel of how it works. They'll walk side-by-side as much as the stag decides to explore, bolting for a particularly playful squirrel, scraping his antlers on a nearby tree for reasons Will doesn't want to think about. Same with any rolling in mud. Probably just enjoying his freedom to be a strange, shadow stag; that's the story Will chooses to take on and believe as true. Every now and then, it might smack as more dog than deer, stumpy tail wagging, but Will doesn't pay that any mind, either. The thing's never far out of his sight—until something (or someone) truly interesting and not yet in Will's line of sight comes around, of course. Leave it to Will to not find this of too much concern and continue to take his time, walking fashion disaster that he is. Don't worry! That shadowy creature means no harm, and the guy following after who doesn't cast a shadow at all despite whatever sunlight is around has covered himself in a truly terrible plaid shirt and jeans that are two or three wears from being worn out. No threats here.
II. HEROPA: have you been herring a lot about the hook line and tinker?
Will doesn't work at the bait shop anymore, not technically. He is, however, still the owner, and that means he has to be involved. He's a little more involved than some of his employees might actually like, but at least whenever there's a minor issue plaguing the place, he can generally take care of it. If he can't, he knows who can. So every now and then, for anyone stopping by (or just looking in), they'll find a still plaid-clad Will Graham sporting a ridiculous hat that's clearly been worn by him for a while, however off and on. It fits his head, and the fishing hook stuck on the brim of it has been there so long it's created a dent. But Will isn't behind the counter or going through the shelves to fix them. Nah, he's the guy in the corner on a stepladder fixing some busted part of the ceiling or wall, or fiddling with wiring. He rather looks like the repairman.
If someone stops by to see him, specifically, here he is. If someone stops by with a question that the staff either can't answer or doesn't feel equipped to answer as well as Will can, he'll be pointed out as well. Yes, go ask the guy making an effort to center the WRIGGLE ROOM sign after it last fell about fishing seasons. That guy who's cleaning the front windows in the wake of the Flare and dragons alike will know far better than the person behind the counter why the hell the lures are different colors. Go pester him, he has the answers, he's the owner.
III. HEROPA 2 NAUTICAL BOOGALOO: We ain’t only fishin’
Will owes plenty of people fishing trips. Want to go fishing? Who the hell wouldn't? His preference is for standing around all day in waders, but if someone would rather go out, he'll get a boat. How accommodating.
IV. HEROPA 3 RETURN TO THE HOMELAND: Flowers and trees depress and frankly bore me
There is a house with a yard that's well kept but not much to speak of just yet. The dogwood tree in the center of it is in need of some nourishment and time without the world being in ruins to get back to its former glory, and the scattered beds of flowers weren't in any particular order. Until today, that is. Will's out with his sleeves rolled right over his elbows, bearded dog providing help by doing the best thing he can in this situation: lazing underneath some shade and taking a nap. He's got all the tools he needs, pots with plants waiting to be transferred over, dirty hands bare instead of covered with gloves. He's not dealing with anything too thorny or prickly, so there's really no need for that, is there?
Except for the fact that the soil he's using contains manure, and says so right on the bags waiting to be tossed out with the rest of the trash. Whatever, it's all as organic as organic gets, he'll just wash them more thoroughly than usual and everything will be fine.
V. MAURTIA FALLS LIBRARY: Take a look, it's in a book!
He isn't even certain if he can check out anything, considering where he lives and all, but he's been through the Heropa library more times than he can count. It's good to expand one's horizons, isn't it? Maurtia Falls could have something on their shelves Heropa doesn't, so while he's there and following the rule of minding his own damn business, he stops by just to see. Curiosity isn't always a bad thing, after all. Will pointedly avoids any sections that have to do with crime, true or fictional. Fiction is supposed to give him an escape, and hopefully nonfiction will teach him about something that isn't his usual. Why even bother looking at books that won't do either? It's always much better to bump into someone who has a stack of books that relate to dogs, fish, the history of railroads, and what appears to be the first in a series about magical cats that can travel through space and have kept their secret from humans for all of eternity, isn't it? Because that's what Will's going for. Magical alien cats.
VI. BARS, BARS EVERYWHERE: He drinks a whiskey drink, he drinks a vodka drink
Will keeps a rotation of bars in his head, places with a little more shade than usual. No loud and booming music, no crowd of youths looking to get their groove on. Will's more comfortable in the quiet sorts where the jukebox plays "oldies" and no one has any complaints about it. These are the nights were he slaps his watch over that tattoo to keep himself as much of a nobody as, well, everybody else in the dim, sometimes smoky lighting. His pool game isn't anything to write home about, but he's steadily getting better, with the goal to one day wipe the floor with Hank Schrader. And because some of these bars are the places that don't ask questions, or have family members of the owners (or their friends) coming through just a year or so shy of the legal drinking age, Will keeps his job and this aspect of his life completely separate unless there is a real need for someone to step in. He's not a complete hog at the pool tables, though, and some affable competition is bound to only help improve his game. Loser buys the drinks—what a great deal.
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it doesn't offend him nor it feels flippant or arrogant. kaneki has seen a lot of irony in a lot of things, but there is still so much that he lets go; Will should see some of the conversations he is capable of having with someone who doesn't even know he is a cannibal. Often he uses expressions that those who do know, would cringe and certainly find it bad taste of Ken to use. But then you meet certain ghouls who are three times more terrible than this, and you honestly grow to prefer small little expression to that. Let's say that kaneki is one hell of a polite and tactful ghoul, compared to most at least.
But he'd have something to say about sanity. Kaneki is by no means sane. In fact, he is the first in line to admit that he is fucked in the head, completely messed up. He hides it, but his head is so loud and he hallucinates and hears things. Feels strange things too. Some might call it PTSD. It's unrelated to the fact that he has to eat human flesh every two weeks (that's how often ghouls have to eat to keep steady), but not unrelated to the fact that he is a cannibal - he just has been cannibalizing other ghouls instead.
Kaneki nods softly. it is indeed heavy and it's one of the reasons why he tells no one. Why he always smiles when someone asks him if he is alright and why he will always say he is fine. because it's so heavy and it's not fair to force another to carry such weight once they've learned. it's better to pretend he is still as human as possible, even if front of those who do know. Not a cannibal, no mention of food, no mention of habits. Normalcy is required when interacting with others.
Will is a bit different. He spoke a lot before with Will during those two months, even if about the most random mundane things. And with this, it is heavier, but it's something the two of them can carry because it's not so alien.
"Heavy to them and heavy to us."
Kaneki looks down for a moment before he shakes his head.
"In my world, I stopped eating humans. I only ate ghouls." and he knows to a human that sounds much better. It's fine to eat whatever you want to eat, as long it's not close to a human's comfort and life. "It wasn't because I was hungry. I wanted power: by eating them, I became stronger. So I ate them all." ken closes his eyes and shakes his head "Funny. if I said humans instead of ghouls, it'd sound a lot more terrible, wouldn't it?" it's not funny at all.
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"Depends on who's listening." Vague, quiet, perhaps telling of Will's worry. Concern about how Ken might spill too much to the wrong sort. Even though he can handle his own in a fight, there are other sorts of danger out there. The quiet tone vanishes as he rubs at his neck, facts easy to part with while his head spins in circles trying to put something else together. "Cannibalism has a colorful history among humans. Some societies held it as a cultural norm. Some actively worked to enforce it as taboo, not to be done even if you were starving to death and the people you'd be consuming had already passed on."
But. But but but ghoul biology was not human biology. Humans could in no way gain power from devouring others, that was a fact. Gain the power of a full stomach and fuel to keep going to the next meal, same as anything else (and wasn't that part of the horror, that a human could serve in the stead of a cow or pig or fruit and do no better at it?), sure. No gaining knowledge, additional abilities without working for them, or traits. In the end, cannibalism among humans was simply and disturbingly just another bite to eat with a different meat at the core.
So he has to digest this quickly, and wonder, and ask:
"Do ghouls really grow more powerful by eating each other?"
If that isn't fact, proven scientifically in some form or another...Frederick Chilton's words their last session are going to ring like the bells of Notre Dame are housed in his skull, and Will's going to do a lot of drinking.
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"In ghoul society as well. It's considered a taboo and something ghouls don't admit to so easily, even if they know it happens." he remembers Uta and a small group of ghouls who were trying to scare him mention it. Kaneki didn't pay mind to it at the time, because as a half-human-half-ghoul, cannibalism is something he does regardless of the species he consumes. "Ghoul flesh also tastes disgusting. Like... rotten fish encased in pig intestines." he is descriptive. Ghouls can't make these comparisons, but Ken manages to be able to do them since he was a human before - not that he has tasted rotten fish and pig intestines, but he has tasted bad food in his life. "Ghouls don't eat each other because they are hungry."
Kaneki ate ghouls instead of humans and he preferred it that way because it was two in one: it ceased his hunger and it gave him power. The power part was the selling point.
He watches Will for a moment. He is someone whose world was normal. Normal as it could be of course. But there were no ghouls and no powerful people, kaneki knows this. He is startled and Kaneki knows this too, but he isn't going to back away after having admitted to such thing. He doesn't really admit it to many people, but in truth? Many people in his world knew what Kaneki's diet consisted of.
"Yes. It is power." he is being literal, but vague. Kaneki could tell Will about how he was tortured for ten days by a ghoul who gained most of his power consuming other ghouls. That Yamori taught him about eating others. But Ken doesn't want to go there; his head is already so loud and he doesn't want to suddenly go.... crazy and make a scene. "Will- I'm going to show you my kagune. Don't be scared; I can control it and it won't hurt you. I'm not going to hurt you." Will probably read somewhere in kaneki's file about a kagune, but it's all weird theory and words until you actually see it.
Kaneki leans back, and rises his shirt to expose his lower back - or the kagune would just rip through his shirt
he is always ruining shirts it's a pain in the ass- and from his waist one single red tentacle rips through. It literally rips through the skin since it comes from an organ inside, but there is little blood. limb is red, shiny, with scales, and it'll be smooth to the touch; not particularly hot but not cold either. It looks like a snake, but it's incredibly hard and sturdy.And it rests on the table, in front of Will.
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And it's still on his mind when Ken continues. He's read about this additional organ in Ken's file, he's wondered about it. Don't be scared? Hell. His run with the FBI had put Will at a higher level of tolerance for the sick, no doubt about it, but he still hadn't been prepared for some of the oddities that plagued this place. Dogs and wolves who could destroy houses, people who could burn others alive with thoughts...but this is still going to be strange. He can hold back fear, he believes Ken wouldn't hurt him (here and now or willingly without Will giving Ken reason to), sure. The way his face pales and his lips thin out as Ken lifts his shirt and flesh tears isn't fear. It's Will knowing the pain of ripped flesh (in more ways than one) and then it's a mix of confusion and alarm at what's happening. What he's being allowed to witness.
That sure is a scaly tentacle Ken just whipped out of his back like most people pulled off their socks at the end of the day. Everything happens so much.
What's he supposed to do? An exposed internal organ—this almost feels obscene. Private, personal, something that's not meant to be shared with others. Or Will's feeling that so vividly because he is a human, and if ghouls are meant to consume them...how many other humans, in Ken's world, see something like this as their last vision before being eaten? Is that how it works? He has never had delusions of immortality. Delusions that he can pull through more than most, no shit, but he knows his time will come. Perhaps this is similar to someone seeing Hannibal as the Ripper for the first time in the way it's meant to be a one time thing. First and last, rest in peace. Any who are given the chance to see and walk away are blessed (or cursed), should take it as a gift, be reminded of their place in the grand scheme of things, and be properly humble before their betters. Humans don't owe ghouls fear; they owe them awe.
For someone who's just had a full mug of coffee, Will suddenly feels like he hasn't had a drink in days and doesn't want to rectify that for worry it'll only come back up. Hello, tentacle. Staring at it, Will realizes he's been holding his breath, something can't do if he doesn't want to end up like the humans in Ken's freezer. So his first response to this new appendage of Ken's is to go a bit blue in the face before sucking in a gulp of air as though he's just been smacked because everything happens so much.
"This doesn't hurt?"
He asks with his hand still near his neck, fingers fidgeting at his shirt collar without him thinking about it. Curiosity, nervousness, or a desire to reach out and touch the snake-like thing, it can be taken in multiple ways. He's a mongoose, after all, he wouldn't be any good at his work if he didn't occasionally touch a cobra, strike first instead of dancing around until they both got away without a scratch. Does it hurt Ken to shred his back, does it hurt Ken to have this organ out, does it hurt Ken if something touches it, does it have the ability to sense human flesh and automatically attempt to digest?
If ghouls grow stronger through sacrificing taste to devour one another...
...if ghouls can eat human flesh raw as their only dietary need...
...what happens if the tables turn and a human eats a ghoul?
He won't ask that, but now that he's gotten to see what some might consider godlike (or demonic) up close and personal, he can't not think about it.
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The kagune is still but not completely. While it doesn't move from its place, the tip twitches, like it has a life of its own, like staying very still and limp isn't an option; it's mostly because it is alive in a way. it's hard to explain it, hard to explain how Kaneki controls it and hard to explain how it feels. The flesh tears and that hurts, but it's that sort of hurting you have grown so used to that it becomes normal - it's exhilarating to a point, if only because being able to expose the organ without holding back feels refreshing, even if not good. The limb itself doesn't hurt in any way; it's a lot sturdier than any part of a ghoul, but Kaneki feels like just like he'd feel someone pat his arm.
"This is a ghoul's claw. We use it to hunt." that's what claws are for. So indeed, Will is correct - a lot of victims see this only once and never again because that is practically the last thing they do see. It was one of the last things Kaneki saw as a human before he had ghoul's organs transplanted onto him - a tendril just like this one, one belonging to Rize. Will would have disliked Rize and her four extra limbs, but honestly Kaneki would rather not say anything about her right now. It's not about that anyway and that's not why Kaneki is showing him the kagune. "It doesn't hurt." the tip moves again, this time to curl up on itself. "And you can touch it, it won't hurt you." just... don't stroke it like a dog maybe? Kaneki doesn't know. Nobody really had the chance to do this before, Will is the first person, so he has no idea if Will does stroke it like a dog but the idea just feels weird in his head.
"This is formed with special cells that ghouls gain from the consumption of humans. A lot of our body is constituted by these cells." Kaneki moves his hand to grab the limb that coils around his wrist. "A ghoul has naturally a high number of these cells. And when I eat a ghoul, it means the intake of those cells is even higher." Will can guess that more cells means indeed more power, because it's true. "Through the continuous consumption of high levels of these cells, our kagune becomes bigger, better, deadlier, and more cells inside our body means more strength." more power.
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This must be a pretty big one, he thinks, but rejects saying outright. Will is a human from an arguably odd world, nothing else. He has no frame of reference for this. Acting otherwise does neither of them a favor.
"So other ghouls can tell what you favor just by seeing yours?"
What must that be like, hmm. Someone who devours humans, who must think themselves superior for it, finally coming up against another and knowing as soon as the back-organ comes rushing out that they aren't really that superior at all? Go down fighting, go down crying, go down in a reckless mad rush out of disbelief or disgust, reveal that they, too, prefer eating ghouls? If Will thinks about this as one serial killer meeting another...disturbing, yes, but easier for him to conceptualize. Par for the course with his imagination, working rapidly, his voice curious in the same way he'd be curious about the breeds present in someone's mutt instead of anything too heavy. They both know this is grave, considered terrible and unholy by a vast majority, they don't have to constantly whisper or keep their voices just shy of breaking.
"Do they have a name for you?"
Humans are so fond of giving their unknown serial killers names, and Will operates from a human standpoint. It's made this place more interesting, more horrifying, and somewhat sadder for it, but it's helped him rationalize the truly fantastic. He might be speaking with the Ghoul Consumer or the Betrayer or the Power Hungry or something else meant to be both slight and awe, to cause dread and panic and interest, but Will's not showing any of that. His interest is not the most unhealthy it could be, and when he pulls away his hand from that organ, there's gratitude.
Perhaps Ken has gotten that from a human before, if he spared any who might have stumbled across ghoul politics. Except instead of running away to clean his pants, shower, and cry at the horror of the universe, Will picks his mug back up to pour another half-serving of coffee as though this is really just The Most Normal Conversation instead of something completely without its marbles.
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The way it is, it's not as big as it can get. Kaneki's kagune can fill up the whole room. He doesn't know how far it can go yet, how big and strong it truly can be, how scary - but he knows it's much more than what Will is seeing. ken can pull out eight limbs and he can even make little creepy hands at the end of each tendril; he can shape it and reshape it to make it look like other people's kagunes and weapons. He steals the shapes of other kagunes and tries to apply it to his own if possible, and he has crazy control over all of this.
"Yes and no. What you are seeing right now is my... non-mutated claw." it'll be an explanation that will relate to that second question of his. But it is a fact that most ghouls who saw Kaneki's mask knew who he was because of it and not the kagune; they'd know right away who Kaneki was and they'd know right away he'd eat them. In truth, a ghoul is known often through a mask they literally wear in order to hide their faces and identities, it's not just their Modus Operandi though it depends greatly on what the Ghoul Investigators can gather from the ghoul in question. Kaneki used to be "eyepatch" because his mask has an eyepatch; Tsukiyama is the "Gourmet", not because of his mask, but because he preys on those people he considers high quality; Hinami-chan is the "Daughter" simply because the Ghoul Investigators knew she is the daughter of a ghoul they killed. It varies.
"The mutate kagune is called "kakuja" and each ghouls that reaches this stage, has a specific shape for his own. Mine is a centipede's tail. So that's the name they gave me.I'm the Centipede." and Kaneki has been posting to the network as the "centipede" too, so he isn't even going to hide that he chose it as his "hero ID".
He falls silent for a moment, to think things over "I did ll of it in hopes to gain power. I wanted it to protect everyone, to keep my place in the world, to pluck out the bad coffee beans. And in the end, I can't control it at all. I lose my mind when the Centipede takes over: I see no friend or foe, I just... eat." it's not something Kaneki wants to do ever again, and the first and only time it happened it was in response to great stress. "I thought to myself that power was what I needed, and in the end, I think that drove me crazy."
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...a few glances to the snake-like organ aren't staring, they're just. To be expected, aren't they? This is a totally new experience for Will Graham and he can definitely appreciate that he's been allowed to see something most humans would ordinarily see before their death and get to walk away unharmed. Politeness and respect and his efforts to treat Ken as an equal instead of a disturbed young man who needs to be handled with special kid gloves should help keep it that way, or work in his favor.
I just...eat.
Well.
Maybe not. But at least he can say he tried?
"The power itself or the want for power?" He can guess from what Ken has given him. It seems to be leaning to the former. He gained a Centipede (and yes, Will has seen that around the Network; he files it away without making any mention of it because if Ken can so easily drop little details then far it be from Will to discourage that) and that Centipede runs his mind from time to time, is what Will's hearing. But when it doesn't? What does Ken feel then? Does he still feel crazy, does he still feel like even though he has control, he's one step from having that control taken away and therefore still completely crazy? "Some would argue that recognizing insanity, knowing that's what you are—thinking that's what you are...indicates that you. Aren't actually crazy."
Small comforts.
All he can really give, in a voice that implies Will has dealt with plenty of the insane. And yet here he stands anyway, carrying on a conversation with a confessed power-hungry human/ghoul eater without seeming to have a single complaint.
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Kaneki's kagune moves further, this time rising from the table it's resting on when Kaneki reaches to touch it. It doesn't wrap around his arm, but it twists in response to Ken's own mind - he should put it away, but Will seems interested in it. ~It makes no difference to Kaneki to have it out, neither he minds the curious gaze and touches, so he will allow it like this for a while longer.
He doesn't answer the first question, mostly because he doesn't know how to answer it. Kaneki has been tortured and he thinks that drove him insane too; did he want power because he was mad? And that power in turn made it worse? He doesn't know. All he ever did was to protect the people he loves, he assumed this was the best course of action, without truly knowing what it could entail in the end. Was he mad for it, or was he mad because of it? He never thought there was a difference.
But it's Will's next words that cause him to blink and eventually he smiles - wide, too. It'd almost be like a chuckle trying to escape his mouth, though kaneki rarely laughs. "Annie told me exactly the same thing, you know?" the tendril seems to relax a bit as Kaneki pulls his hand away from it.
"I think... insanity isn't about recognizing it or not. It's just... amplification of the self. How you see the world and suddenly it all becomes louder for no reason. Some admit to it, some don't." Kaneki is still smiling, as if he isn't talking about himself. "I told Annie I think becoming insane can be an appropriate response to reality. People go crazy, not because they are crazy, but because it's the best available option at the time. It was the only appropriate response I had to it."
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Will returns that too-wide smile with one of his own, one with closed lips. Like hell is he going to go around baring his teeth to Ken in any manner. A toothless grin as he reaches out to pour the rest of the coffee in Ken's mug, since it seems proper while Will's already doing so for himself. This entire conversation, this whole meeting could be deemed insane. Will's reaction is to keep it going instead of stanching anything, and since ghouls can't have alcohol, shit, might as well use coffee as the social lubricant granted by the cannibal gods.
"If the reality you live in is already insane, going insane in response is arguably the only appropriate and sane course of action." He tilts his head, that smile fond just before it disappears altogether. Had that been what he and Annie discussed on their journey stargazing? Laying beneath a vast night sky and talking about what being insane was like, whether or not either of them were actually insane? Oddly endearing, Will thinks. Which is probably a bit insane, too, but oh well. "This place is insane in its own way, too, don't you think? Perhaps making the best of it instead of having a complete and utter meltdown is the most insane response, but it's...probably much nicer than the alternative."
Trucking along under the delusion that everything might be absolutely crazy but it'll all work could be far more insane than just giving into the madness and turning into a barely functioning wreck, but at least one of those comes with some sense of freedom.
Even if that freedom is a damn lie.
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As Will pours more coffee, he nods politely and mutters a small "Thank you, Will" while he reaches for his cup after. It is appreciated
and ghouls can have alcohol. Blood whine; basically fermented blood. Yeah. It exists. But nobody needs to know about it here.and though it doesn't work like alcohol, it helps to digest this insane conversation. Kaneki knows it is, to most people anyway."I think so, yes. And people insists on seeing it as normal, attempt to lead normal lives, in hopes they don't find themselves drowning in that insanity. I can understand why." he does try to do the same, whenever someone tells him they are from mars or they had a lusus as a mother or that can grow into a 20 feet tall humanoid being called titan. He can strangely accept those things a lot easier than his own reality, the reality that he has been tortured for ten days straight and that he has has a carnivorous centipede shoved inside his ear, and that he had been eating ghouls for 6 months. Other worlds aren't the problem.
"I think in the end, we all could profit from a counselor and psychiatrist, but I have a feeling they wouldn't even know what to do with us." he is amused at the thought. he can't even imagine what it'd be like to tell someone all these things and hope for professional help from them; at best, the doctor would be the one wanting professional help after all of this. "I'd also pity them."