Gunpowder Plot!

Itazura ♠ Black Rose ♠ B-Rank ♠ Aruzati
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The kamaitachi's day had been fairly normal, waking up to a quiet and calm morning, the weather outside was sunny yet cool as he felt through the room's open window. Though it would probably get warmer as time went on, which didn't really matter to the weasel. He transformed into his human form as he hopped off from the bed, five foot five inches of a lanky dirty blond teenage looking boy. Little orange ears from his original form poked out of his tousled head of hair, along with a tail peeking out from underneath his inverted black and white t-shirt hoodie. The Ace blinked the sleep out of his hazel eyes as he yawned and walked out the door. He'd just awoken from sleeping in some random room, maybe a guild mate, or an nonresident room. Not that he didn't have his own room within Black Rose's main headquarters, Silver Moon Inn, because he did. He just didn't always feel like sleeping in it. Helped him actually he was feeling like traveling around, like he always used to, and still does just not as much since joining the legal guild. Sometimes he slept outside, somewhere downstairs around the restaurant, but rarely in his actual room given to him after joining the guild since he didn't have his own abode. The yokai headed down the steps to the first floor to get some food for his grumbling stomach, and probably some alcohol too because why not.
He'd been peacefully sitting at the bar, squatting on a bar seat eating his meat and drinking some rather heavy alcohol. His usual dining. When the dragon slayer returned, besides his natural senses automatically addressing that there was a familiar yokai and god slayer here now, he didn't bother moving. Still sort of sleepy and trying to get his unending stomach full, despite it being impossible to do. Though usually the mischievous mustelid would be running around and messing with people. Then not long after some person urgently came in, requesting help for some reason, Itazura or Aruzati as most people know him as, wasn't really listening. He wasn't really the sensitive person, only came if something seemed interesting. Which happened when the hybrid yokai said he would help, finishing his large amount of food he turned his head to look. Now maybe he would go, the man seemed interesting, and he hasn't quite met him yet. So why not. When the stressed man asked if any other would help on the matter, the weasel chugged down the rest of his drink and slammed it back down on the counter, catching some attention. "Sure, why not" he said, hopping down from his seat and stuffing his nimble hands into his pants pockets. A mischievous and devilish smile on his expression, with a matching gleam in his hazel gaze. He walked up beside the other yokai and looked up at the tall young man.

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Itazura ♠ Black Rose ♠ B-Rank ♠ Aruzati
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The weasel snickered slightly, saying in response to the part kitsune's maybe rhetorical question "Perhaps I am" partly mumbled. He let out a yawn, slightly covering his temporarily opened mouth with his hand before placing it back into his pocket. He looked at the older man, well older to Itazura's appearance, considering he was well over one hundred, he doubted the man was actually older then himself. And since he could smell his scent and could tell what he was, he could indeed confirm that it wasn't possible that he was, he was just a normal human. Cause humans have trouble living over a hundred, such weak creatures, almost pitiful if he wasn't busy just being so plain amused by them and not caring for their well being. His companion on this urgent mission that the kamaitachi wasn't taking to seriously, appeared to only be the age he appeared, a year older then his own human form appeared to be. The itachi's ears twitched, listening to all the sounds around him along with the introduction of the tall young man. Kisame he introduced himself as, and it would explain why his scent and aura was familiar to the young looking yokai, he'd just recently joined the guild Itazura has been in for about eight or so months. And look at him now, joined for a simple reason of befriending and old friend that had forgotten about him due to amnesia. Now he is an ace, not quite sure why Izayuki decided to make him one, and things don't seem to different for the weasel besides maybe some more work.
Just about to introduce himself, his mouth open getting ready to speak, he barely just spoke the first letter before the man frantically interrupted them. He pursed his lips, he didn't see the point in his interrupting them, yeah I guess people at some hospital or whatever were in danger but he didn't really care. He was trying to talk here, rude. Humans were quite panicked little things, I guess they were more worried because they actually cared about each other of their own species and actually had to worry about dying of who knows what. Rather depressing, the mustelid thought to himself, shaking his head slightly, though not really noticeable. The albino looking young man tried to calm the worried man with words, though Aruzati doubted it would work. Once the two of them started to leave, he followed after, putting his usual devilishly sly grin back onto his fair colored complexion. As he walked with his hands in his pocket, slightly hunched over the ground to show of some nice bad posture, he got rid of his tail and just made his ears normal human ones. Didn't want people stopping them and asking about his weird appearance, and the man freaking out and saying they need to leave. Though it was entertaining for the itachi, he didn't want the man to have a heart attack from panicking so much. Cause apparently that's a thing that can happen to humans, especially the elder ones. Shame that they die so easily.

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Itazura ♠ Black Rose ♠ B-Rank ♠ Aruzati
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The very panicked older gentleman's panic was slowly fading into hope, I guessed they were close to whatever they were going to take to Magnolia. A ship? He's ridden plenty of those to get to different places to do missions or to just travel around in a more civil manner. But he doesn't remember any large water source leading from Rose Garden to Magnolia, so perhaps it was an airship. Flying machines, quite strange, the large metal contraptions never look like the're supposed to be able to fly through the air, then again what does Itazura know of science. Not much that's for sure. But it isn't a thing that the kamaitachi has ever ridden, much more expensive then a boat or train ride, at least much harder to get away with not paying anything. Though he has been meaning to try such a thing, he hasn't yet, so I suppose this would be his first. He wasn't to excited or anything, probably wouldn't be to different from anything else. But from the young yokai's movements and slight facial expressions the weasel determined that he was quite excited to ride the flying metal contraption. Good for him, but a thought sat in the back of his mind. The weasel has worked with slayers before, and usually right after they come on a vehicle and it moves, they become dreadfully sick due to the motion or some such. So why would he be so excited to get sick, unless he totally forgot that he had such a thing, or he didn't have it.
Guess he'd just have to wait and see, and here they were.Finally arriving at the airship, better to explain it as an air boat, but even then it doesn't even look like a boat so he didn't know why people called it that. Kisame called shotgun, whatever that meant because last time he knew that was some sort of weapon. But he took the front seat so maybe it had something to do with that. They climbed into the front seats, the older man started messing with the controls, still slightly stressed that something was going to go wrong, even if it was minor it still effected his way of working properly. But then the plane lurched forward as the weasel sat down, and was about to take of and still did so, with a slight problem though. The part nekomata started to speak before emptying his stomach all over the driver before passing out. And instead of being worried at all the prankster yokai just laughed hysterically, which probably didn't help the driver. But then again Itazura isn't to helpful, he just does things that he enjoys and often doesn't help people out unless there was something interesting in it for him or for him to enjoy. And helping clean up the man of Kisame's puke while he was driving didn't seem fun. So instead he stayed squatted on one of the back seats looking at the window. The view was nice, but he didn't really care, he used to live on a mountain so high up views were nothing new or anything interesting to the itachi.
Finally they landed, well it wasn't actually that long, but it felt long to the board kamaitachi. He immediately hopped from his seat despite the airship was still landing and it wasn't exactly safe to not wear your seat belts and especially not stand. But he didn't care, nothing bothered him so he was fine. Once the door was open he was out, the sights were completely different, so if you didn't count the ride they just had it could sort of feel like you just teleported. Just a little. A thing the weasel knew well being a time and space mage on top of his usual yokai magic. He heard the hybrid yokai start to speak and he turned and looked inside at him, his unsightly appearance made him chuckle in amusement. "Well you more did the opposite of eating" Aruzati said, imitating the scene of Kisame throwing up all over their pilot. Then he stopped and laughed, looking up at him as he climbed from the air boat. He looked at the taller young man, who didn't look unwell, despite just throwing up, very unlike another slayer he worked with who was basically crippled by such a thing. Though I suppose she didn't throw up at all, was trying very much to prevent that. So I guess he wouldn't have to help out the hybrid yokai with his magic. "Well I'm ready" he stated, sticking his hands into his pockets and looking around.

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