◄ Tooru Mutsuki | 21 | Male | X | Tags; Annabeth ►
Taking residency in a condemned house, regardless of both the Ward its in and the length of the stay, was always, at its best, an iffy and possibly dangerous idea. Even in the 1st Ward, allegedly the safest of Tokyo's 23 public Wards (emphasis on allegedly, as his own experiences had long since swayed him away from such an idealized thought - no city with Ghouls could ever be safe, as it was simply their nature to tear apart and destroy everything dear in life) such an idea still left one open to a variety of heinous events. Tooru knew what he was doing when he slept in that house, but he was short on other options - having defected from the CCG had cut off both his income and access to his "home", and having been apart of the CCG at all rendered Ghouls hostile, at best (not that residing with them had been a true option to him in the first place).
And so, with all of that in mind, it hadn't been unexpected that he would be attacked by an unknown, coat wearing assailant, woken from one of several reoccurring nightmares by the sharp pinch of a needle in flesh. Panic was the first of two things he experienced, a near all consuming fear that made his breath come in quick, shallow puffs and told him to run. 'Not again, not again, please, please, I can't...' ran on repeat in his head, memories of not one, but two previous experiences with kidnapping running through his mind. Yet, no matter how hard he told himself to run he simply... Couldn't. Despite his fear and the adrenaline pumping through him, he found himself much too groggy to do much more than stand there, vision swimming as he fought to stay awake. It was around this point that he gave up, allowing himself to slump to the floor, eyes screwed shut in a futile attempt to fight off the thoughts about what was to come. He was defenseless, too sluggish to properly fight back, or, even, bring out his kagune for even the slightest inkling of protection. His best bet to survive - and to minimize any harm to him - was to stop struggling. Struggling always, in his experience, made situations worse for him. It wasn't much longer before he slipped back into the bliss of unconsciousness.
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When he woke again it was with a similar start, scrambling to his feet and patting himself down, checking over his entire body only to discover....
"I'm okay? I'm not... They're all there?"
It was perplexing, to say the least. Tooru's last encounter with an eerily similar situation had resulted in the loss of four limbs, all of which still contained scars from the encounter. Brief thoughts of what else could have been done - something far, far worse - crossed his mind for but a brief second before he forcibly shut them out, trying his hardest to ignore their constant whispering while he looked around.
He was, at the moment, in a forest filled with remarkably tall trees - what were they called? Pine? Tooru was fairly certain they were pine trees - with light filtering down from their canopies, speckling both the needle covered ground and a... Piece of paper, which he quickly picked up, turning it over in his hands several times and giving it a suspicious sniff.
"This is.. a note. Who...? "
The scent on the note wasn't one he recognized, completely unfamiliar to him and, frankly, drowned out by all the new and foreign smells around him.
'We can think about the smells and forest later, right now we...' he reminded himself, opening the folded paper and quickly skimming through it. English wasn't his first language, but he was passable enough at it to get a general understanding of what the paper said. '... have a glade to find?'
If he was in a new dimension... Maybe there weren't Ghouls? Maybe... Maybe he could actually do it - actually just live for once, instead of fighting and suffering at every turn, constantly worried about what will happen next.
It was a pleasant thought, but he knew it wasn't possible. Life was never kind enough for such a thing, such was a lesson driven into his mind repeatedly over an agonizing 21 years of existence. So instead he did all he could think to do, and started walking. Staying in place seemed like a horrid idea, an open invitation for either the cloaked figure from the night before or a monster of some sort to discover him (Ghouls, he reminded himself. It said this wasn't his world, but if he were here it only made sense that his awful luck would drag a Ghoul here, just to torment him and keep him from getting too comfortable).
It wasn't long before he heard footsteps, albeit light ones. They were bipedal and fairly light, so it wasn't an animal. More likely than not, it was either a woman or a guy on the smaller side. Or some sort of biped he hadn't seen before - what were the large birds called that danced and made funny faces? The name was going to bother him for a while - which was entirely possible. So he did the only appropriate thing he could do, drawing his trusted blades and moving forward carefully, keeping his eye out for the thing making the sound.
When he found the thing in question - brown or blonde haired, he had trouble telling in this lighting - it was as he thought. t - she - was indeed a woman, or, at the very least, looked like one. His experiences with strangers weren't quite stellar, nor were his social skills, so, for now, he elected to keep behind the trees and trail her from a distance until he could get a good idea on whether or not she was safe to be around. Of course, trailing while groggy from a tranquilizer did impair him ever so slightly - every time he crunched a twig or redwood needles beneath his feet he cringed reflexively, despite how pleasant the crisp crunches were to his ears. Enhanced hearing in any form made quiet things seem loud, as such, gauging the actual volume of these things was difficult. Did the woman overhear? Would she turn around and attack? He wasn't sure, but he was worried.








