The room Tsukiyama is in is dimly-lit, just enough that the walls are visible; there's a small table in front of him, a single candle lit in the center, its small light bouncing off the floral centerpiece next to it – a thin vase with purple hyacinths made of ribbon stuffed into it. The chair he's sitting in is high-backed and bolted to the floor, heavy steel restraints at his wrists ensuring that he can't go anywhere.
A Monobear dressed in a black trenchcoat and veil, pale purple wig settled on his plush head in an obvious imitation of someone Tsukiyama finds familiar*, steps forward from the darkness; the platter he's served is covered, but as soon as the silver lid is removed it's obvious something is deeply wrong, from Tsukiyama's reaction – the meat in front of him is thankfully unidentifiable just by sight but he jerks back, shaking his head, before something seems to hit him all at once and his eyes shift in appearance, red irises shining bright against black sclera as the hunger overtakes him.
The restraints at his wrists prevent him from using his hands, but they don't prevent him from leaning forward over the table and eating; there isn't nearly enough of it to be satisfying – there's just a few bites, just enough to rile him – and he snaps it up quickly, and there's very little hesitation when the second course is presented. It's done in much the same way (the covered platter, the reveal), and there's there's next to no recoil or attempt to stop himself, he just eats. There's even less when it comes to the third – either it's more to his liking, or he's so ravenous he doesn't care anymore.
Tsukiyama's breathing is heavy while he sits back and waits for the fourth, dutifully delivered to him by the veiled servant; this one is larger, heavier, and MonoKanae waits until his "master" is looking up before removing the lid covering it and moving to stand behind the chair confining him.
There are three items on it; a mask**, a black hairband with flowers on it***, and a camera****.
It isn't immediate but after a second recognition quickly dawns in his expression; his kakugan deactivate and his eyes return to their usual appearance, and it's in that moment that he jerks forward as a set of barbed, vinelike appendages pierce through the back of the chair, originating from MonoKanae and impaling him clear through in four locations – the heart, the stomach, the back of the neck and that spot just below his right shoulderblade where his kagune leaves his body.
His gaze casts around one more time – as though he's looking for someone, seeking someone out, trying to get some reassurance that at the very least he's not alone – but there's no one there; there's just the dimly-lit room standing empty in his line of sight and the personal belongings in front of him, and it isn't long before his body goes slack.
Execution: Content Warning (cw: cannibalism)
A Monobear dressed in a black trenchcoat and veil, pale purple wig settled on his plush head in an obvious imitation of someone Tsukiyama finds familiar*, steps forward from the darkness; the platter he's served is covered, but as soon as the silver lid is removed it's obvious something is deeply wrong, from Tsukiyama's reaction – the meat in front of him is thankfully unidentifiable just by sight but he jerks back, shaking his head, before something seems to hit him all at once and his eyes shift in appearance, red irises shining bright against black sclera as the hunger overtakes him.
The restraints at his wrists prevent him from using his hands, but they don't prevent him from leaning forward over the table and eating; there isn't nearly enough of it to be satisfying – there's just a few bites, just enough to rile him – and he snaps it up quickly, and there's very little hesitation when the second course is presented. It's done in much the same way (the covered platter, the reveal), and there's there's next to no recoil or attempt to stop himself, he just eats. There's even less when it comes to the third – either it's more to his liking, or he's so ravenous he doesn't care anymore.
Tsukiyama's breathing is heavy while he sits back and waits for the fourth, dutifully delivered to him by the veiled servant; this one is larger, heavier, and MonoKanae waits until his "master" is looking up before removing the lid covering it and moving to stand behind the chair confining him.
There are three items on it; a mask**, a black hairband with flowers on it***, and a camera****.
It isn't immediate but after a second recognition quickly dawns in his expression; his kakugan deactivate and his eyes return to their usual appearance, and it's in that moment that he jerks forward as a set of barbed, vinelike appendages pierce through the back of the chair, originating from MonoKanae and impaling him clear through in four locations – the heart, the stomach, the back of the neck and that spot just below his right shoulderblade where his kagune leaves his body.
His gaze casts around one more time – as though he's looking for someone, seeking someone out, trying to get some reassurance that at the very least he's not alone – but there's no one there; there's just the dimly-lit room standing empty in his line of sight and the personal belongings in front of him, and it isn't long before his body goes slack.
* http://i.imgur.com/H6t4jNt.png
** http://i.imgur.com/3NZOLEK.png
*** http://i.imgur.com/EB2Soxi.png
**** http://i.imgur.com/f958wW0.png