towerofanimus

Characters: Hagire and you!
Setting: Room 4-10, then Cafeteria
Format: Your choice!
Summary: "Mockingbird" arrives, and keeps up a charade until a certain Wretched Egg inevitably finds him.
Warnings: Blood, mostly his own. Besides that... To be determined. It's Hagire.

Room 4-10! (Open to Roommates)

He flew through the infirmary check-up relatively quickly. He didn't really like the idea of having another collar on his neck, but at least this one didn't require candy. His own, when he was impersonating Toto Sakigami, was actually deactivated and was just for show, but out of curiosity, he tried some of that candy once upon a time. It took a serious effort not to throw up.

But on the way out, he grabbed a sterile needle and some thread used to sew stitches. It was an infirmary, they wouldn't miss it. He quickly made his way back to his newly assigned room, and next to a mirror, removed his shirt. Despite the frigid temperatures, he didn't seem even the least bit bothered by it; if anything he looked like he should be in excruciating pain for an entirely different reason. His body was covered in absolutely grotesque scars, particularly near the joints, ribs, and larger muscles. He was currently in the process of removing bloody stitches, and replacing them with new stitches, before tightening them and... severing the thread with tiny, red blades that sprouted out of the grooves in his fingertips with a barely audible ripping sound, before retreating back into his skin. Tiny droplets of blood would be left behind, which he wiped off on a paper towel.

He began tightening the stitches near his right wrist. This didn't appear to be hurting him, but anyone walking in on him would probably think someone was just performing a surgery in here. Eventually, he tossed the old stitches into a plastic bag, tied it, and tossed it into a nearby waste basket.

Want to ask what, exactly, he's doing?

Cafeteria!

... Guess who's choking down that disgusting oatmeal? "I didn't think anyone could copy the taste of the Candy!" he complains loudly, after choking down a spoonful of this sludge. After a lifetime (actually, two and a half lifetimes) of being spoiled on both Chan and En's cooking as well as the best food money can buy, this stuff just tastes foul. He's actually trying to finish it quickly, swallowing quickly so the taste doesn't linger.

"Ugh!" he groans. He looks like a kid who is being forced by his parents to eat spinach, that wasn't even prepared right. The look on his face is hard to exaggerate.

But in the back of his mind, he can't help but think about something. The world was destroyed. Unless some kind of apocalypse happened while he wasn't looking, there was only one way he could think of where that would be possible, and a certain Mother Goose System existed just to prevent that kind of thing.

... If she's here - and logically, she has to be, if he is - she won't be able to resist showing up eventually. Until then...

He takes another spoonful of the oatmeal. Half the bowl down. He's suffered way worse than this, but this garbage tastes downright vile.

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"Why?" He has to laugh at her. "Are you sure you've met her? ✩" Because the only times Wretched Egg spared someone, it was because she either really, really liked them - in her own sick, twisted, and barely-affectionate way - or it was because they were so boring that even killing them would have been a waste of time.

Sometimes, he wasn't sure what it was with Ganta anymore.

"It can be! ✩ Do you know where it came from?"

Tohko gave the boy a small glare as he laughed at her. "I've met her. I still don't understand why though."

Tohko then sighed and shook her head.

"No, I don't. Neither Shiro or Wretched Egg told me that."

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"Boredom, maybe? ✩ She's like that, you know. But mostly likely, the first batch of them were created involuntarily."

A shrug.

"That sword I made was one of them. My Branch of Sin" - or rather, Toto Sakigami's, but it's his now - "lets me copy other ones. That one came from Crow, Senji Kiyomasa. ✩"

Tohko sighed and nodded.

"I see..why were the first Branches of Sin created involuntarily?"

"Why don't you ask the Wretched Egg that? ✩"

"I could ask her that..but I'm pretty sure you know the answer to that as well, so I'm asking you."

"Her explanations are more interesting. They come with great visual aid! ✩"

At that, Tohko sighed.

"I don't think I want to see Wretched Egg's visual aids. I'm asking you, so I'm expecting you to answer."

"That's awfully demanding of you! ✩" he smirked, leaning in a bit, grinning just a few inches away from her face. "Pretty brave, too. I like that."

He then sat back down, leaning back in his seat. "A Branch of Sin is the source of a Deadman's power. They exist because of the Wretched Egg, also known as the 'Original Sin.' ✩ Even my powers are nothing compared to hers."

Tohko sighed as he leaned in and drew back.

"I'm not that brave..I just don't see any reason why you shouldn't have answered the question. But..why do they exist because of Wretched Egg?"

"Didn't I make it clear? She created them. Sometimes intentionally, sometimes unintentionally. ✩" The only case he's aware of where she created one intentionally was in the case of Ganta Igarashi, but there very well could be more than just him.

"But how did she create them? And why did she sometimes make them unintentionally?"

Her blood crystalized during the Great Tokyo Earthquake, and infected people. ✩

"But..how does her blood crystallize? Don't that hurt her?"

Deadmen can do just about anything with their blood. Wretched Egg is no exception. ✩

"But..how? And why?"

You already asked that. I answered. ✩

"Just because Wretched Egg gave you those powers doesn't explain how those powers work or how you can use them without killing yourself in the process."

"I'm able to freely control my blood out of my body. I can just pull it back into my body when I'm done. And don't worry: Doing so is perfectly safe." Not quite so much for Ganta Igarashi, though, even if he's gotten better about conserving his blood supply.

"But what does your body do while your blood is out of your body?"

"What it always does. ✩"

"I see..so it's not affected or harmed by your ability."

Tohko sighed at that.

"If I'm not careful, it can. But I've got plenty of experience in preventing that. ✩"

"I see..hopefully you won't gain much more experience on the residents here."

Tohko remembers how you could have killed her in an instant, but chose not to just because you didn't feel like it.

Hagire only smirks at that, and pokes Tohko's nose. "It's not me you should be worried about. ✩"

He then claps his hands, grinning. "But now that I'm here, I have a feeling Wretched Egg will be wanting to play more often!"

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