Stray Cat [Intro/Open]

At night, Rose Garden came to life. Its lights illuminated every face, and every storefront, leaving very little to miss for the wandering eye, and crowds of happily busy people shuffled through the streets. It was a lot to take in, especially for someone who hasn't seen this many people for a long time.

Neyvahn just fiddled with the crest on his neck and continued through the river of tourists and local enthusiasts. The Silver Moon Inn was just ahead, and to be honest, it wasn't that impressive. It didn't stand out amongst its surroundings and its appearance was rather underwhelming, much like the many small storefronts in Rose Garden. It was easy to overlook. Even so, the right eyes could never miss it.

The white-haired man pulled the door's handle and walked inside. A slight smile crept onto his face. "Not very colorful, is it?" he mumbled.

No response.

Neyvahn's smile dropped and he made his way to a stool, dropping a few jewels on the bar for an lemonade iced tea. A lot of faces around him seemed rather harsh, and he began to wonder just what might've happened to the friendly ones. Perhaps they found better places to be. Neyvahn couldn't say he didn't understand though. Silver Moon Inn wasn't the best place for most people. It was filled with mischievous misfits and reeked of bad intentions for the most part.

Still, the place had its perks. Look past the tough facades, and you get a rather warm Inn filled with songs and stories, and you soon realize that the ominous aura is really just the smell of bad odor and ale.

That's part of why Neyvahn preferred the drinks he did, they drowned out the stench of drunk sailors.

Behind the bakeneko, his white tail flickered back and forth with a calm swinging motion, waiting for his lemonade iced tea.

Itazura ♠ Black Rose ♠ B-Rank ♠ Aruzati
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The weasel had been napping underneath a tree within a park that resided in Rose Garden, curled up in a little ball in his original form. Sleeping between large roots at the base of one of the larger trees, it was peaceful and quiet when he woke up, flickering open his bright blue eyes. Which made sense, because it was nighttime, even the popular shopping district that was Rose Garden slept at night. Which was something Itazura didn't usually do, being a nocturnal animal after all. Personally his favorite time to be up and around, people are still around but it's quieter. Plus he usually didn't have to wear a facade when no one was around, which was preferable for the henge yokai. Finally getting up after he'd opened his eyes, he stretched out his elongated body. Ruffling his orange, tan and brown fur and repetitively blinking his eyes to fully wake himself up at a faster pace. After a nice large yawn, he scampered back towards the guild hall of Black Rose, Silver Moon Inn.
He made it there as a familiar figure entered, he entered with him in a very stealthy manner, making it so the white haired young man wouldn't notice his arrival. Sitting with his little furred front feet sitting in front of his tan belly. A mischievous and slightly human like grin spread on his weaselly expression. He knew they were familiar but he didn't know it was him, what a surprise an old guildmate that mysteriously vanished months earlier had returned. Who of which happened to be one of his favorite people to pick on, cause he usually so easily angry when he did so. The itachi hoped that he hadn't matured out of his shot-temper, cause that would be a downer on his easy entertainment. He looked slightly different from the last time he'd seen him, but not by to much. He could still recognize his appearance and scent, though he seemed weaker then the last time he had been with the fellow henge yokai.
The inn was rather silent, the only noise came from a few patrons sat here and there, most drunk senseless. Which was amusing to the kamaitachi, humans and their ability to get drunk was so amusing. They acted like little toddlers, that of which was just a riot of laughter for the young looking boy. Soundlessly so the bakeneko wouldn't notice, he transferred into his usual human form, his grin more suited for this face. Tousled dirty blond hair hung in his dirty blond face, though it was shaded by black and white inverted hood. The sounds of bare feet stepping across the wooden floor was soundless, standing behind the young man he swiftly placed his nimble hands over the feline's deep blue eyes and in a playful tone he spoke "Guess who Ney-nyan~"

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The Inn was surprisingly quiet... He expected excessive amounts of drunken banter and laughing, but he was hearing none of that. It was instead, rather quiet. Humble and modest compared to the Inn he saw so long ago.

The bartender arrived to apologize for the wait, so Neyvahn just smiled subtly and held his hand up in a gesture as to say, "No worries." He had no intentions to hurriedly drink any stress away. It was part of the reason that he didn't order an alcoholic drink. That and he just liked lemonade iced tea.

As the girl behind the counter left to prepare his drink, Neyvahn looked her over. She seemed rather well-behaved and charismatic, vastly different from most of the people Neyvahn had known. At first, he wasn't really sure whether it was because it was her job, or if she truly was like that at heart. Regardless, she definitely kept the Inn a little more energetic than it would have been otherwise.

Neyvahn was cut off as his eyes were covered over, blocking his view.

"Guess who Ney-nyan~"

That voice was all too familiar. The white-haired bakeneko reached up with his hands, feeling around for the face of the "mysterious" figure behind him. His hands eventually found the culprit's face, and Neyvahn attempted to flick the weasel's forehead.

Regardless of Ita's reaction, Neyvahn would turn around and flash a grin at him. Ita was mischievous, and Neyvahn was pretty sure that hadn't changed. However... it might have become a little more entertaining to him now.

The bartender returned with Neyvahn's drink and set it down in front of him. As per the usual, he replied with one of his five emotions and responses: He smiled at her.

The girl introduced herself as Desirée Blooms, and the odd glowing creature next to her as Kiwi. In response, Neyvahn bowed his head respectfully. He didn't say his name however. If he could, he would rather just stay in the background of everything. Much easier.

Another figure sat down at the bar, right next to Ney, and he was inclined to look in their direction. His ears perked up. Once again, Black Rose has not failed to attract some of the more odd and more high-profile mages. This figure was a rather dignified female who was very well dressed. It almost reminded Neyvahn of a royal knight, as her attire seemed custom-tailored, carefully designed, and her physical appearance was paid close attention to.

Unfortunately for Neyvahn, she introduced herself as well, as a mage named Hikari, and she asked for what he was hoping wouldn't really surface: his name.

Neyvahn took a sip from his drink and cleared his throat. He turned to Hikari and bowed his head. "Neyvahn. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

His voice was quiet, despite his best efforts to speak louder. Neyvahn just took another sip.

Itazura ♠ Black Rose ♠ B-Rank ♠ Aruzati
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The weasel giggled in response the flick he got on the head from his fellow henge yokai, he placed a mischievous grin on his complexion. The bakeneko grinned also, though he didn't get the reaction he originally preferred, the kamaitachi was still pleased. He was happy to see the boy again, he'd always enjoyed his company and always felt something familiar about him. Now that he'd returned he hoped he could properly place it, maybe the feline knew. He did appear to have changed through the months that he'd been gone. Aruzati could tell by the way he poised himself, how he walked, how he immediately didn't go to talking but stayed silent. Maybe he found out things about himself, maybe he went through some things, maybe whatever happened was good or maybe it was bad. It was hard to tell, he'd have to pester him about it later, and hopefully get something out of him. Now he wasn't so sure he would, not as easily, he needed to reacquaint himself with his new Neyvahn. Whoever he was now.
Despite the time, a lot of guildmates were there, though I guess that makes sense. Considering some live in the Silver Moon Inn, including him, or at least lived nearby. Plus a lot of them went on jobs and others might have other jobs. Well the blue haired girl did, if Itazura remembered correctly, he didn't know her name and he didn't know if she knew his. If the idol did, he hoped it was his alias, Aruzati, that he has been trying to go by. But it hasn't been working out as much as he preferred, maybe it would catch on in a decade or two, if he was still in the guild at the point. Time is weird being someone who barely ages and doesn't die of normal circumstances, he is a yokai after all. But back to earlier, about not knowing her name nor the regal redhead that had arrived all. Even though he is an ace and all, he doesn't make an effort to try and know everybody in the guild. He usually just happened to be there or in the area when most of the more recent Black Rose guild members joined.
He now knew the two girl's names, if he would remember them, was something to find out later.  As expected they politely introduced themselves, as most did when they spotted an unfamiliar mage enter the guild hall. Afterwards, and with slight hesitance, the young adult introduced himself. The tone of his voice was different then before, it was quieter and softer, as if he was more uncomfortable with the concept of talking. Though maybe it was just him, but he was good at reading people, sometimes, so he assumed it to be true. He was curious as to why he didn't like talking, this curiosity was going to kill him. So much so you'd think he was a cat, sort of like this white haired gentleman before him. He placed his hands on the boy's shoulders and pulled him backwards, not considering that he might be holding his beverage and that it might spill. Or he did and he wanted it to spill, would make sense cause it would be more amusing for the yokai if that were to happen.
"He's an old bestest best friend of mine...." he spoke, though he stopped his sentence at a place that it could be a full sentence. But the way he said it, sort of faltering. meant the he was going to say something else. Then showing off as always, he used the cat as a foundation for him. He pushed himself up, quickly he did a handstand and then followed it with a bridge, his bare toes pressing up against the counter. Then he would push himself out of the bridge into a squatting position, he'd turn on his toes and face the bakeneko. All of this would've happened in a few seconds. Then he finished his sentence "isn't that right Ney-tan dearest~" he said playfully, giving the young adult a pet name. Enjoying himself by flip flopping between different nicknames for the boy.

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