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[whattail]

Characters: Konoe and you
Date: May 1st
Location: Dreaming Bridge, randomly around the city
Situation: There's a very lost and confused catboy who's arrived in the city. This place is too strange for him to handle
Warnings/Rating: None yet, except for possible catscratches


~A~

The city of Aifaran and the Dreamfolk that now inhabited it were probably used to a variety of strange sights, and todays was a young man with cat ears and a crooked tail despairingly clawing at a wooden post. A shopkeeper had been breaking down his stall, only to find Konoe attached to the last piece he needed to take care of. He knew how to deal with mungas attacking people's ankles, but a person sized animal? No one was sure how to react.

Konoe himself was just sinking his claws into the wood trying to calm the anxiety of all the strange bright lights and sounds around him, his tail swaying nervously back and forth.

~B~

The next thing Konoe knew was that he was being accosted by some human-like looking creatures. He understood they were probably after money, but the only money he had was the stipend that was paid to newcomers. Konoe knew in cities like this not having money was a bad idea but his pride also didn't allow him to back down.

His fur was standing up and eyes narrowed into slits. "I said I had no business with you and to not bother me."
He was drawing his sword at this point, and the would-be muggers looked less than friendly. Maybe now would be a good time to step in for everyone's sake.

~C~--Closed to Zephyr--

This was exhausting. Konoe, thanks to the kindness of some Kin'nal and Dreamfolk, finally managed to find his way to the Dreaming Bridge where he supposedly had a room to stay. It was better than nothing, he musing, sniffing around the rest of the room and finding it surprisingly familiar like he was back in Bardo's inn. He only allowed himself a little bit of homesickness before picking one of the beds that didn't have a person's scent on it and curling up under the blankets.

He started grooming his fur, but the bed was so soft and comfortable that he soon fell asleep as a lump beneath the blankets, the tip of his tail slightly peeking out from under the sheets.

~D~
Wildcard? You have your own plan? Go for it.

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[whattail]

To the muggers, the pistol was clearly an ancient design, and they eyed it dubiously. Konoe however froze at the strange device being thrown out, confused as to what this person was trying to do waving a piece of metal around. "Your ears are missing, how is that not strange? And I don't need your help; I can take care of myself."

Konoe was right now, not picking up nearly as much bloodlust and anger as he normally did with fighting cats, but he could see that could change very quickly and continued to growl, his tail puffed out.

[shivvymetimbers]

A groan escapes the pirate once the cat speaks. "Shut up already, will ya?!" Bastien shouts at the top of his lungs. "I'm workin' here! Workin' to save you from a bruising---" Before he could even finish, one of the muggers charges forward. Without thinking, Bastien pulls the trigger but the gunpowder doesn't ignite.

"Uh oh...?!" Always fast on his feet, Bastien hurriedly smacks the mugger across the face with the butt of his gun. A sickening crack echos throughout the alleyway once bone gives to centuries of steel and fortified wood. A stray tooth falls to the ground once the man falls.

"Eep..." A nervous chuckle escapes Bastien. "I think I killed him."

[whattail]

Konoe watched rather dumbly as this farce played out, but quickly started moving again when the mugger fell to the ground. The other one still standing got Konoe's claws gashed across his face, after which he wisely decided to grab his buddy and haul it out of there, dead or not.

The cat whipped around to look at the pirate, his tail twitching in irritation. "Then maybe you shouldn't fight someone if you're not ready for that."

Konoe wasn't exactly a big fan of it either, but if it was them or him, he was definitely choosing the latter.

[shivvymetimbers]

That irritation is returned tenfold as Bastien sucks his teeth. "You are the most ungrateful sod I ever laid eyes on!" He hooks the pistol back onto his belt with an annoyed huff. "Here I am, saving your mangy butt and you can't even offer thanks?" The pirate rolls his eyes in annoyance.

"I demand twenty silvers and a bottle of red for my suffering!" By red, he means 'wine'. Bastien stands there in full pompous glory and naivety expecting a reward.

"Either that or I mug you myself." A threat.

[whattail]

First of all, Konoe had no idea what twenty silvers and a bottle of red were, and second, he knew a threat when he heard one. If the hot sluggish pain in his chest indicating anger and bloodlust wasn't enough, the man had just threatened to skin the cat himself.

Konoe bared his teeth and growled, pupils narrowing down to slits at the challenge. "Shut up. I said I didn't need you. You were the one who forced himself into the situation!"

He gripped his sword with one hand, holding it in front while readying himself to move in retaliation.

[shivvymetimbers]

As soon as the cat grips his sword, Bastien reaches towards his left and brings up the other pistol. The telltale click proves its loaded. "Tsk, tsk, tsk." The pirate shakes his head slowly with an amused grin. "Might want to check that attitude of yours, kitty." He teases with such a fiendish gleam within his eyes.

"If there's no reward in saving your skin, I ought to take me a tuft of fur then." A somewhat playful smirk settles upon his lips. "I might be able to make a nice 'shawl' out of you." He's joking but of course the cat doesn't know that.

"Drop the knife, cat. No one needs to die here."

[whattail]

Konoe was assuming that clicking peice of metal was a weapon, but it seemed too short to be effective. He kept an eye on it for now, but as soon as Bastien said the quip about being made into a shawl. Konoe was tired of it.

"Stop assuming I can die so easily," he hissed, and leapt forward smoothly, slashing the sword against the man's chest.

[shivvymetimbers]

A yelp escapes him once this little critter tries to swipe him with that sword. He nearly falls over trying to avoid the incoming blade, accidentally pulling the trigger as he does. The pistol fires with a noisy blast but thankfully the large bullet missed its mark. Instead of killing the cat, the bullet shatters a potted plant sitting overhead on a window ledge. The shards of the vase comes raining down on Konoe as Bastien scrambles away.

"Are you crazy?!" Bastien shouts as he puts some distance between him and this batshit cat. "Don't you know a gun when you see one?! I could've killed you." In an effort to slow this murderous feline's approach, Bastien grabs the discarded trash nearby and starts hurling it at Konoe. Empty bottles, moldy boxes and smelly old crates come tumbling at Konoe one after the other.

"Je déteste les chats!" He yells in French as he keeps throwing things at the angry cat man.

[whattail]

Konoe practically jumped into the air as the piece of metal the man was waving around discharged something into a pot, showering the cat with fragments and forcing him to put his arms up to protect himself. Startled by such a sudden and powerful attack, Konoe dodged the stuff that Bastien was throwing at him, not interested in persuing him any further. He just growled again, showing his teeth, and turned to get out of there.

[shivvymetimbers]

A triumphant roar of laughter escapes Bastien once the feline high tails it out of there. "Yeah! You better run!" He says after tossing another empty jug at the angry cat man. Despite all his boasting earlier, Bastien is glad he was able to deter him. Looks can be deceiving and the pirate is quite deceitful. It probably wouldn't be a fair fight if things grew serious for Bastien. He's not quite as much of a bumbling fool as he seems.

"I think killing the bloke would've ended me at the edge of Karma's wrath again." He mutters to himself as he pilfers through the trash. In his search, he spots a half-empty bottle of wine with the cork in it. Bastien fishes it out and dusts it off with his sleeve before yanking the cork out. He sniffs it curiously before taking a sip.

"Mhm! Not bad..." The pirate got his reward after all.