How Much Is Too Much? (Introduction, Open)

It really was beautiful here. Nyx was truly entranced. Not only was she part of a guild, but she was on a flying city! She didn't even know this feat was possible - which made her wonder how much magic was involved. Probably more than she's ever seen used in her life.
Her steps on the bridge to the guild hall almost seemed insignificant compared to the sheer floating size of this place. Not only was it a flying city, it was huge too! Seriously, she needed to know how much magic ran this thing... But her reluctance was less a case of "curiosity killed the cat" and more a case of "the cat is damn lazy".

She'd have to get a guild tattoo, and she already knew where. A smug look came across her face. Flaunting was something she did both intentionally and unintentionally: she did occasionally seduce to get her way, but throwing herself out there was undignified and stupid. Nyx constructed an equilibrium of sexy, basically. Too much or too little and the cycle is thrown off. Too much and she risks a bad reputation, too little and it's harder to get what she wants, so Nyx strikes a balance that allows her to get both. It's complicated, really. Life is hard when you have the responsibility of flaunting your assets, you know. That, and the back problems. Those were a pain, too. Literally.

The doors were huge and golden, quite stunning really. She was impressed to say the least. Even being all high and mighty like the cat that she was, Nyx adored the nice and calm too. Maybe she could get stuck in one of these trees like she did when she was seven? For old time's sake.
Well either way she could just stand here, staring at the doors like a dumbfounded idiot, she had to push them open.
Push she did, and inside she stepped.

"Man, this place is big..."

And as she stepped inside, she would be greeted by elegance and pure aesthetic. The gentle white noise of waterfalls into the pools below, echoing off marble and gold, the lighting just perfect to be easy on the eyes yet provide the entire visual scope. It wasn't crowded. There were a couple people picking a job from the board, a lady was swishing her legs in the warm waters of one of the pools in contemplation, and even a bard tinkling skillfully at some sort of stringed instrument in the far corner. It was peaceful and stunning, the vision of artistic class.

But that was only because Theo only just opened the special door that lead down to the magical apartments below the guild hall. For all the majesty the room formerly held, his arrival offered a glimpse into just how diverse the member base could be, even among the aces. An elongated oval form materialized in the doorway, mostly green in color except for the bleary human face sticking out enough to breathe. Tufts of bluish black hair framed his face within the floofy sleeping bag hole, frosty hues looking forward but unseeing. The sleeping bag with the human inside lurched forward, harmlessly throwing him to the ground where he inched across the smooth floor precisely like a caterpillar.

He'd spent the night in his best friend's room, another ace in Crystal Swan named Lester. They'd pretended to camp out in a garden, and it'd been quite nice. But Lester was an earlier riser than him, so he'd left to start his day before Theo woke up. And, of course, the zipper on his sleeping bag became stuck and he couldn't get it unzipped. He was trapped! As icy eyes became more awake and scanned the few people in the guild hall for Lester, he came up sadly empty. Next he looked for someone who wouldn't be bothered by assisting him, landing his eyes on a girl just stepping into the doorway. She wasn't busy yet! Theo furiously inched over to her with surprising speed for someone cocooned in fluff. "Excuse me, miss!" he called from the floor, rolling to a stop at her feet so that the offending zipper was facing up toward her. "Could you help me? I'm stuck..."

Nyx was rather dumbfounded, in all honesty. A man had crawled over to her in a sleeping bag like a caterpillar. She... She didn't know how to respond to that, she was at a complete and utter loss for words. This was the right building right? She was expecting more strong looking wizards, not some dweeb in a damn bag! The gentle draft let in by the open doors, carrying with it a thin whistle, it looked like it was going to simply blow her over; she was more confused than upset. The man revealed himself to be... Stuck, however. "W... Well of course~!" She chirped happily, bending down to touch the zipper.

That was when she felt it.

An unbelievable feeling! One so pure and incredible that Nyx had to feel it more! The tingling sensation of warmth spread up her arm like a cure for her sadness, making her whole body shiver with glee. Oh, oh it was perfection! It was absolute perfection! Nyx shuddered and blushed, carefully considering her option-
Nyx straddled the man in the bag, before working her legs, arms, and torso on top of his back so that none of her "larger" body touched the ground, touched anything but this heaven. The cat vibrated in a happy purr, gently nuzzling her cheek into the outside of the warm bag. It was like her own personal heater, and it was mobile, too! She felt the need to order it forth, to carry her across the world as her noble, comfortable steed!
"Annhhh~ Woawwhhhhh, you're sso sohfhfffhfhfttt.. 'nn... Waarmmmnnn~" She shifted slightly, ears flatted out to the sides of her head, tail lightly thumping against what she assumed was his leg. "D-donnh move mistawhh.. Donh move evehhh..~"

But she bet it was warmer inside of there.

...

Nyx's ears perked up and she ripped that zipper down with speed unbeknownst to man, grabbing him by the arms and sliding him away from the bag like a curling stone. The cat then hastily slipped inside and zipped it back up, curling into a ball. The sleeping bag was visibly vibrating from her rather violent purring. It was still warm, if a bit damp. She could forgive simple sweat if it meant she got to be this warm and fuzzy all of the time.

"W-...What are...wait...?!"

HA! Don't move? Was she kidding? He was the very image of a petrified flesh, as if he'd always been stone and was simply carved into the image of a man and wrapped in portable bedding. However, very soon after he realized just how much snuggly contact was happening with this strange woman that wasn't his girlfriend, said human stone started to sweat, skin turning red all over. He'd picked the wrong person! This was a mistake! She..She was too lumpy! Too many squish! Much pressure touch! Abort! However, before he could even process it enough to squirm, she finally did the action that he'd originally asked for and unzipped the sleeping bag, somehow sliding him out on his back against the polished floor just so she could take it! And he was completely fine with that! She could keep it forever! Crazy cat lady...literally...

Accepting his sweet relief, he continued to lay on the cool floor in his pajamas, which consisted of a loose white T-shirt and shorts decorated in jewel patterns. Skin still red and sweaty, a shaky hand raised to lay over his chest, where his poor damaged heart jittered around enough to worry him about his fate. He didn't fancy having to fight Drathir a second time to come back. Maybe he should just lay here until he was certain he'd survive the...shapely lady's antics. "I...I might die...." he muttered, eyes staring straight up into the lofty curved ceiling. "Nnng...my heart....."

As always he had left before dawn, carefully slipping away as to not disturb the cocooned zombie on his couch. Its black mess of hair so peacefully raising with each breath, they had had a sleepover the night before, dinner in his rooms courtyard had been nice yet he didn't doubt that with the new morning Theo would be hungry as ever. A few petals still stuck to his hair, residue from the recent activities of his side job as a florist, for his mornings were mostly the same full of breezing through the hallways and public building in a flurry of white hair. Replacing each vase with a new cluster of blooms lightening up the ship and refreshing its scent before most had woken.

Of course he couldn't forget the ravenous beast which he had left in his room earlier in the day, for if that creature woke up and was without food for too long who knew what it would eat. So once the basket of flowers had been emptied it had once more been filled with food. The favourites of his friend, and a little extra for any guild mates who followed their noses, breakfast muffins still warm from the ovens, a picnic blanket so traditional with its red and white checks, waffles stacked up and a mountain of fruit overflowing it. He guessed that there would be Theo of course, Rin might want to join them. Perhaps Elvira or Vince, maybe some of the newer members would look at the food with craving eyes then gaze at him with wide questioning eyes.

Although he shouldn't have been surprised by the dying ace on the floor for Theo in precarious situations was becoming slowly more normal. A deep sigh crossed between his eyebrows as he stepped closer, two muffins in his hand as he knelt next to his friend, holding his own raspberry muffin in his mouth Lester broke a small chunk off of the second, blueberry, vaguely waving it in front of Theo's nose then placing it in his mouth. "Hey Theo wake up, I have muffins, and waffles and fruit, enough for six or seven people. Breakfast, then we can talk about finding the golden sceptre and you exploring a cave." He would come around, talk of breakfast and adventure always worked. "And you'll have to tell my why there is a body in your sleeping bag." he could sense a mage inside, yet the movement of an odd lif eform was slightly worrying.

She could sleep like this, if she wanted to. It was warm, and comfortable; so perfect that Nyx couldn't suddenly turn on it and complain. Nothing could take her aw-
Nyx smelled food from a mile away, immediately dissatisfied with the sleeping back as it did not give her free food. Her ears twitched and she sniffed lightly. No fish, granted, but it was still food and Nyx liked that more than anything else. This sleeping bag was worthless! She let out a muffled hiss at the fabric, before thrusting her head out of the hole and crawling over to the food and the man with the food, not unlike a caterpillar. It was addicting, in her defense, to be like a caterpillar. Very fun indeed. Like food.

Nyx on the other hand was not going to let a simple sleeping bag control her life! She pushed her hand out beside her face, yanking the zipper down enough to simply push it the rest of the way. Nothing could keep her from sustenance, not even death himself. She was going to get that food and nothing could stop her.
There were no wide, questioning eyes as Nyx haphazardly took an apple out of the basket without a single word. She didn't even look at the man holding it. for all she knew that wasn't for the public, but she was already biting into it anyway.
Nyx looked down at the man on the floor, seeming rather ill. She curled up, sitting down with her knees pushing into her chest because let's be honest it's kind of hard to avoid the simultaneous blessing and curse.

"What's up with him?" She said, shoving her finger into the other boy's cheek rather inconsiderately and pushing his head around. "Looks like he's havin' a heart attack." Her tone was more amused than concerned, but even still her eyes were curious. This person was so strange and weird, and such a good heating pad! She had to learn more about this heater before proceeding!

"I'm awake..." Theo replied to his best friend feebly, eyes slightly shifting from the ceiling to the boy he'd been in search of to begin with. If he'd been able to find florist before encountering the cat woman, this could have all been avoided, and his death wouldn't be in vain....

However, as usual, the waving of and placement of the piece of blueberry muffin revived the jello mage. He gulped that piece down, making grabby hands for the rest of it though he knew his squad mate was trying to coax him into a more traditionally acceptable human position. At first Nyx's cheek poking froze him once more, despite the instinct to run so he wouldn't be used as a heating pad again, but he did manage to scramble up and stand more defensively toward Lester. Not quite hiding behind the white-haired slayer, but standing close enough to retrieve his muffin and place Lester between him and the woman if the need arose.

"Who are you, anyway?" Theo asked, slightly less friendly than usual. His near death experience had him rattled. "Are you from Joya? I thought they all had tails, though..." he commented, devouring his muffin and starting to rummage in Lester's basket for more noms.

He was awake, well that was good. A slight smile spread across his face as Theo snatched away the rest of the muffin for safe keeping. It was something he had gotten used to over time, how the other male was always in a constant state of starvation, varying from dead to eating own stomach. Now he was using lester as a shield? Honestly the raven haired mage had better grow a little stronger mentally, perhaps morning training's would help. The question was a good one, he took a moment to break off a piece of his own muffin, eating it with care as the feline was questioned. Joya, yes that was the place surrounded by mountains, they did have a race there with feline features, he had once heard of a great warrior with the mane of a lion.

Oh right yes Theo had looked like he was having a heart attack. "As well as who are you may I inquire as to why you're here?" name and business, really they needed to get people to hold up signs it would make their lives so much easier. She had taken an apple, really that was an odd choice for one of feline pedigree, did they live like their animalistic counterparts? Cats and apples wasn't something he would have guessed. Glancing back to the side he questioningly looked at the bag where it now lay discarded, "he just needs to eat a little and he'll be fine, its relatively normal" He too turned slightly to poke Theo's cheek, it dimpled nicely, in quite an adorable fashion however that didn't stop him from handing over the basket to the Jello mage. He could look after breakfast surely, the zombie like creature needed it to wake up a little more, at this rate he was going to stay as an angsty teenager for the rest of the day.

A simple question, one so simple to the cat that she closed her eyes, turned her head, and lifted her chin up, a partially friendly smile on her face... However it honestly looked more smug than anything. How to approach, how to approach... She may consider this question simple however the means of acting it out were very intricate. She could provoke any from a million emotions depending on her answer, but based on the other boy's response to simply being laid on...
Well, the answer was very clear!
She thrust her hips out to one side, tail swirling, ears perking up, curving her spine inwards, and puffing her chest out before shooting a single, very specifically targeted wink, right at the boy attempting to hide from her. Nothing was escaping Nyx, not today, because it was her grand debut.
Swishing herself back into place with her back straightened, she smirked smugly.
"Nyx, at your service. I'm here to join the Guild, Crystal Swan, of course!"

She tried to focus on the more composed boy, she really did, but her true nature was showing through, her unrelenting amusement in his pain, appearing innocent on the surface simply due to her looks, the way she carried herself, it didn't appear sinister. This one, this one would be very easy to manipulate, she was bursting at the seems just thinking about it. "Your friend is very interesting..~" She giggled lightly, laser focused on the boy's face. "And he's also a very good heater, yes, yes~" A light shiver, reminiscing on the luxurious feeling of his temperature enveloping her. She could do just fine with a sleeping bag, but laying on top of someone not only provided fun reactions but also gave her even more heat! It was a simple choice, a win-win, and a terribly bad first impression.
Did she mind though? Not particularly.