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PostSubject: And the Sky Rained Demons for Cats   Thu 19 Nov 2009, 3:02 am

The year? She couldn't say, all that Mao knew was that it was no longer the old century that she'd come to hate for its warring state. Two World Wars were now of another century and so few amongst the living could actually recount what transpired during the time. Even the death of prominent figures was still questionable but assumed in this day and age. What seemed to be the darkest of ages of humanity loomed in the past, but Mao knew better, as she'd had to deal with a couple groups of ne'er do wells and thus had to leave lovely Italy lest the police believe there to be a series of murders taking place. Instead she'd come across the land, even stepping foot into her country of origin and filled with her cursings, across the English Channel into England its self.

Why couldn't she have stayed in beautiful France? She despised the memories it held, and for it deciding her guilty of crimes she committed by being born. If it saw a day to be plastered with nukes she would laugh while sipping champagne in another part of the world. But England was another story, a place she could admire both the weather and the scenery her eyes could gorge themselves on. At this time it was pouring heavily and people were scrambling to find shops and pubs to hide out in, taxis to finish their journey, and any convenient excuse to escape the exaggerated waterfall. Some brave souls merely extracted certain devices and with a 'pop' could walk without too much water latching onto them, Mao amongst the crew. Comparatively most were using black umbrellas, the few who had lovely ones escaping through the other avenues, and so Mao was alone in her exotic light blue pond with lily pads and koi painted into the fabric.

Somewhat translucent, it gave away the hazy image of her dark purple hat underneath, the hat's rim flaring out and curving down at the sides a little, a gray ribbon tied around the hump. Most of her long tresses were pulled up with a clip that ironically was carved like that of a koi fish, some of the blond length still falling down to her mid back and curling in. The rest lay hidden in the hat or falling down in an artfully messy manner on the sides. The hat and hairstyle helped to hide one very suspicious fact: Mao's feline ears and lack of human ones. Around her neck was a simple ribbon that matched the hat, and she wore dark lavender tights under her dress that most would consider a coat, with its light lavender cotton lining and black, thin black leather exterior that matched her mid-shin high boots. For now she was as the Manx: tailless.

Days ago she would have been seen in the company of a middle aged man who would be assumed to be her father. Mao was stuck on that precipice between looking like a teenager and a fresh, young twenty year old. Not to say she would change this, however, as it worked well enough for her, just had to modify the date on her ID every so often so she could still legally drink without people becoming suspicious or knowing her true age. But the man in question had been killed during one of those gang attacks, attempting to protect her when it was wholly unnecessary. Yes, Mao had always had a problem with her attendants forgetting what she was capable of, so in the throes of their desires for her and falling prey to forgetting her lack of normality. At least he'd done his job, though she would've liked for him to live longer as most of them did. Soon a new one would have to be found that she could trust not to divulge her oddities or try using them against her to gain her obedience. Those died the swiftest.

'I would figure there'd be more into this cat-girl business, given today's cartoons...err...anime scene,' she thought as she walked about, but finding the right folks in those groups was hard given their wantonness to post about finding a real live 'Neko' girl. What she wanted above all else was to find someone like her! They would be the most idealistic given understanding her circumstances as a non-normal entity. Those who knew and understood to date had instead attempted to kill her, and so forevermore to the present her attendants were all humans that could be controlled instead.

Her feet had taken her down yet another block, tall Gothic-esque buildings to her left and a lush, green park to her right. Mao was forced to stop as the traffic light deemed the screaming metal death traps' turn to rush along, leaving her to stare at the dive in the sidewalk into a large puddle. She sighed, knowing that no matter what she'd be forced to walk around it or risk Heavens know what splashing onto her. The thought alone made her skin crawl and she couldn't help the slight shiver despite her clothing keeping her at a nice temperature. For the most part she was alone, people walking into the distance to her left or behind her, all moving away based on instinct or necessity while she was forced to wait alone for the walking man.

[ooc: sorry about the length, got carried away o.0]
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PostSubject: Re: And the Sky Rained Demons for Cats   Thu 19 Nov 2009, 1:40 pm

Yuri sighed to himself as he made his way down the rain veiled streets, why did the rain always seem to follow him? The brown haired and crimson eyed male walked slowly, with his eyes cast to the ground, he was not is a hurry to get anywhere, Yuri was nothing more than a drifter now, still running from his past; still holey blaming himself for the fall of the small village in France. Domremy had long been forgotten by humans, only noted down in history books, which seemed to pain him more than anything, a constant reminder of his disastrous attempt as a guardian.

He felt the rain run down his back, sending a shiver down his spine. His black leather jacket and pants did offer some protection from the elements, but there would always be that water that ran down his neck to coat his body, as there will always be the splash of water that seemed to get under the cuff of his legs. His hair was nothing more than a wet, windswept mass of tangles, and he, oddly, smelt like wet dog; but maybe that was not too surprising considering the company he kept. He growled to himself as his rain drenched hair fall into his face, splashing some water into his eye, with the prolusion now days it was not something one could ignore, the tainted water making his eye sting, he paused for a moment, rubbing his eye to relive some of the discomfort. At this point he would of preferred hail or snow over rain.

As he started to walk on again, he could not help but think of Domremy again. It was always sunny there, and when it did raid he was always welcome to stay in the church, even if some did see him as a demon, and to top it all off ‘she’ would always be there, to comfort him and give him food, even if the latter was not needed by his kind, she was the only one to see him as an angel. However his inner thoughts had left him unaware of his surroundings, he walked into the back of someone, a woman wearing lavender and black, instinctively he put one hand around to her front, so she would not stumble into the road.

“Are you ok?” he asked, yet not really sounding too concerned.
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PostSubject: Re: And the Sky Rained Demons for Cats   Thu 19 Nov 2009, 11:02 pm

Some large object bounced into her back, their momentum nearly sending her into the street, and consequently, the puddle. Only an arm saved her from what would've surely sent her into a catatonic state before she had one of those memory gaps again. Like in World War II, remembering only waking up in Germany and some strange fellow with a funny mustache and a woman laying dead at her feet. Reaction prodded her to jump back still, further away from the water, but this would only have her back knocking into the male's front and her umbrella - unfortunately due to their differences in height - smacking him in the face. Her contact covered eyes glimpsed a car coming in fast, and it would surely knock up some of the spray onto her, but she couldn't stand the thought.

Instinctively, and without giving an apology for the latter action, she swirled around the guy and out of his grasp to hide behind him as it drove by, but only sprayed some water onto his shoes. The downpour had the grace to be vertical rather than diagonal or nearly horizontal, and in seconds water stopped hitting Yuri's head as the blue Koi umbrella was lifted above his head and a small, yet still clearly audible voice spoke up, "Pardonnez-moi. I did not mean to hit you...I just didn't want to be touched by the filthy puddle." Pollution may have made the rain somewhat grotesque but there was no comparing it to the puddle that shone rainbow in places due to the oil and gas sifting around.

Her eyes - green due to the blue contacts mixing funny with her strongly yellow to orange eyes - flitted over his back that she was nearly touching, eyes glaring at the water and couldn't help herself...yet again. Producing a handkerchief from a pocket she proceeded to wipe off some of the water from his leather coat. Looking up she spied the wet hair too and soon attacked that, though gently, wiping it away from the base of his neck and trying to catch as much as she could on the back of his head so it wouldn't slither down so bad. So engrossed in her task that she hadn't even realized the slip of the tongue in falling into French, usually trying to stay clear of it, but it had been the first one learned and was still somewhat instinctual. Of course coming to England she'd hope to try to lose it and adapt to the accents here a bit more so that if she did speak French then perchance it'd sound like a foreigner trying to speak it and never getting it quite right.
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PostSubject: Re: And the Sky Rained Demons for Cats   Fri 20 Nov 2009, 2:29 pm

Yuri was mostly unfazed by the umbrella in the face, the highly flexible cloth just being momentarily uncomfortable than anything, he was however surprised by her burst of speed to get behind him, so that he would get splashed by the passing car. He withheld a sigh and turned to face the women he had ran into, just as she lifted her blue umbrella above his head, a small voice apologising. "Don't worry about it, I was the one that was not looking where I was going."

he felt a distinct pang in his chest as the faint hint of an accent, and the slip of tongue, seeped into his ears, she was French, just like his first love. Looking at her as she started to dry him off, he could not help but think how much this young lady looked like her, maybe they where related in some way? It was when she started to dry around his neck that he became aware of the physcal contact. Yuri quickly grabbed her wrist, maybe holding it a bit tighter than was needed, he pulled her hand away from him, his face showing that he was not liking being touched.


"Don't worry about drying me off, ill just be getting wet again soon enough."
He turned his away from her, glaceing at the signle, still red, so it looked like he could not yet smoothy walk away from this.
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PostSubject: Re: And the Sky Rained Demons for Cats   Sat 21 Nov 2009, 8:51 am

It was hard to ignore the grip and Mao's eyes glared at the offending appendage, letting the slightest of growls through. Hastily she stopped it, letting her face go blank and waited until her hand was free to stuff the handkerchief back into her pocket, promising herself to wash it later. The thought of apologizing crossed her mind but didn't really fit as it was just an act of kindness he refused. His strength though, well, definitely one of the strongest she'd come across in awhile. She would have commented on it if something, or rather, someone, hadn't made them self known. It wasn't a blaring "hey look at me, I'm here!" type sign, but she had picked up on the subtle energy before the person went back into hiding. At first she peered around Yuri, but spied no one across the way, and her eyes darted up to catch just the hint of black cloth flapping from the roof of the building on the opposite side of the street before it vanished.

'Damn it, so one was there...and he followed me,' she thought in a minor state of panic, keeping down her movement but it was still visible behind her contacts. The other 'races'...gods how she hated dealing with them and their blood thirsty ways. But there was something about the black robe clothed ones that provoked her the most, and hunted her down in uncertain intervals due to 'what she was.' Not that she had that definite name, which ticked her off further. Either way she hadn't left the scene of death of the gangs hastily enough and someone had been tracking her since then.

The umbrella was removed from over Yuri's head, making his statement moments ago quite apt. "Farewell," she tossed over her shoulder as she turned around to walk back down the street and further away from the now hidden figure. It was at this time the lights finally changed, the walking man appearing as some cars came to a halt and above the man jumped across the streets, running across the rooftops to follow the hasty female...
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PostSubject: Re: And the Sky Rained Demons for Cats   Sun 22 Nov 2009, 2:52 pm

Yuri did not blink, or flitch, when new rain drops started to fall once again. Their consent falling rhythm seemed almost comforting to him at some point, he stood there as the young lady walked away, watching the sway of her hips as she moved, the perverted side of his coming out for a moment. But he thought he could feel something off about her, or maybe he was just tiered, sure he had munched on a few souls before coming here, but he had not slept for a few days now and that was starting to become a factor, but one thing he did feel clearly was the spark from another spiritual creature, not a hollow, it felt less savage than that, he had a feeling it was one of them that ran around in black wielding katana’s like it was still olden times.

He felt it move away from him, which seemed odd; maybe it had seen one of them white masked beasts and was going after it, but wait! Was it following the lady he just walked into? It seemed like it. Yuri however, instead of running to her aid at the first hint of danger, like to so many books, just slipped his hands into his pockets and started to walk away, he never liked to get involved in the affairs of others, be them mortal or other, he had his problems, they had theirs, and there was no need to complicate things by getting involved. However he could not shake that nagging voice in his head, and no, it was not the ‘little angel of his shoulder’ telling him to go help the maiden, no; it was the demon in him, itching for a kill.

‘Gehen Sie töten!’ it growled in Yuri’s mind ‘gehen Sie töten Shinigami!’

Yuri had no love for the blacked robed ones; after all, they just saw him and his kind as a blight to be wiped out. Not that he had the joy to meet any other Bounto yet, he looked at the back of his gloved hand, clenching and relaxing his fist, feeling defeated by his other side he turned back to follow the women and the other entirety.
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PostSubject: Re: And the Sky Rained Demons for Cats   Mon 23 Nov 2009, 1:17 am

The brisk pace saw her rounding the corner sooner and that was her 'starting' point that she'd allotted. As soon as she was around it she tossed the umbrella - a misfortune given it being her favorite - and burst into an all out run, feeling the shinigami doing the same soon after. She couldn't say when, but between rounding that corner and turning another one into an alley one of her eye's felt funny, and she'd later recognize it as the absence of one of her contacts. Down the alley she ran until she came face to face with a wall, finding out that the corner she'd turned down this way led to the dead end. Down the first part of the alleyway, she'd unfortunately lost her hat as well...but that could be put back on later, to MUCH disdain. Keeping her oddities hidden was worthy enough to stand a bit of dirtiness until she reached her hotel again and could have it dry cleaned.

"Zeige Dich, Yoru,"
she muttered quietly to herself, looking broken from behind at coming to a dead end. Even her cat ears, now fully visible, were downtrodden - in part, thanks to the rain - but she was far from being a simple alley cat cornered by the stray dog. Nothing extremely visible happened when she said this, save for the shadows becoming darker, but the rain and clouds would see that dark spaces were...well, quite dark. The shinigami peered down and grinned, his target cornered and already done for. In his ear buzzed his partner, who still had to catch up and was warning him that the target was dangerous, but he was still young, and far foolish. Jumping down he felt it in seconds: that pricking before the intrusion. The walls had come alive with darkness but he felt the sensation of liquid against his skin and the scent of what might have been blood before it had rammed clear through his body from both sides. He was dead before he even hit the ground, his zanpakuto clattering on the ground. He was just another faceless and nameless grunt sacrificed for the greater good...or something like that.

Depending on his speed Yuri would either see the shinigami fall to the ground, dead and bloodied, or already lying there in a thinning puddle of blood. That, in conjunction with a cat-eared woman, wet hair covering the still contact covered eye so that only the golden-orange that had a slitted pupil was visible. At this point all she was missing was her tail, but refused to call it out on the basis of it still raining. The black masses had retracted back to the shadowy recesses of the alley, though the puddle his blood was spilling into was slowly beginning to turn back. His partner, however, would arrive in a matter of minutes and Mao didn't feel like moving until she knew any others were out of the picture.
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PostSubject: Re: And the Sky Rained Demons for Cats   Mon 23 Nov 2009, 5:43 pm

Yuri came around the corner in time to see the body hit the floor. His face however did not change, see a corpse his the floor, bloody and torn, was somewhat of a normality to him, in his left hand he clenched a light blue umbrella, one to almost tripped over on his way here. He noted her cat ears and her golden eyes, so he was right when he thought there was something odd about her, but he was not going to jump to conclusions and ask if she was one of his kind, heck if his luck was something to go by she would be something different that would like to kill him as well, he walked towards her, stepping into the shinigami’s pooling blood like it was nothing more than one of the rain puddles, stepping over the body he came to stand in front of her; his face giving away nothing.

“I believe this is yours” he said, holding the umbrella out to her. Yuri had separated from his doll a few yards ago, experience telling him that the Shinigami seemed to travel in groups of two or more, and knowing that Gift could take care of anything without Yuri supervising.

“And those... men normally travel in groups of two.” Almost on cue a large dark mass came tumbling down into the alleyway, the dead man’s partner was wrapped up in a strange beast, the head resembled that of a wolf’s skull, but still had its ears and some gray fur, its chest and torso was comparable with a human male, its arms and hands however where akin to a birds legs and feet, the rest of its body was a snake’s, its skin, save for a line of gray fur that ran down its back, was a scaled blue.

The beast’s body was wrapped around the Shinigami torso and legs, his clawed hands where dug deep into his forearms, and its jaws clamped down around his neck, like he was trying to strangle him, but in reality was pumping large amounts of venom into the shinigami’s blood. Yuri just glanced over his shoulder, giving out a slight sigh, almost as to say ‘not again’ before turning back to face the cat-women.
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PostSubject: Re: And the Sky Rained Demons for Cats   Tue 24 Nov 2009, 3:38 am

The umbrella she was sure would've been hit by a car by now...well, she hadn't expected him to return it, since earlier he hadn't cared for contact whatsoever. She took it, taking care to wipe down the handle with the cloth from earlier, given it was still reasonably clean. "I know-" was her reply to his statement until her visible eye widened at the sight before her, and she had to pull her hair away from the other eye -revealing it still had the blue contact - to make sure she wasn't faking the vision. That...thing that was latched onto the shinigami, what was it exactly? Slowly and full with wonderment she walked around the guy, watching the beast with furious curiosity as it worked the guy over and seemed to delight in his death.

The rain had been lightening up, becoming minor drops and stopping the loud cascading noise. This, in turn, allowed for what now sounded to be a "slurping" noise to become audible, and the first dead looked to be nearly deflating as his blood continued to be pulled out, the puddles now visibly black. The slurping noise continued for about a minute before whatever 'it' was, was done, and from the puddle sprouted a blackened paw with red tipped toes. A second followed and they pushed on the body for support, though the body caved in due to absolute dehydration, sucking out all the blood and water - as blood contained water - from it. His organs were kinda like those dried berries one can get in Special K cereal...just add water to remake moist! Its body was only halfway out of the puddle, but it gave off the appearance of a wolf with a messy hair and long, pointed ears that had curled ends. Golden eyes turned to stare at the man, eyes looking like they were crying true blood, and then it turned to stare at the other figure lovingly wrapped around the body.

"Oi! You, yeah you! You plan on eating that or can I have what's left? Been feeling a bit dry lately...gods effin' sun is a bitch. Thing dries out like white chicken..." it hoisted the rest of his body out, save for the tail that was perma-attached to the puddle, shaking like a dog who's wet...save he always was, but he loved the clouds the most as it meant lovely moist air unlike horrid arid days. Not that he couldn't work around it but they were a pain, and he was thirsty as he hadn't had a good drink since the Italians. That had been days ago...yeah, he was greedy like that.

Finally snapping out of her trance Mao turned back to the guy, her mismatched eyes sharing the look of fascination and a mix of many other emotions. Was he..."Are you...like me?" she asked, though it wasn't too loud, just above a whisper because she didn't want to break the moment and have it be an illusion instead. Nor was she wholly able to grasp the fact she might have, finally, met someone of her own race.
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PostSubject: Re: And the Sky Rained Demons for Cats   Tue 24 Nov 2009, 2:30 pm

Gift’s pure white eyes shifted to look at the back, liquid, wolf, to him it strike him that he was made of ink then black blood. He let go of the shinigami’s neck, revealing his split bottom jaw and long snake-like fangs hidden in his mouth, he made a strange sound between a hiss and a growl and he pulled the shinigami’s dying corpse tight against his own frame, the blood he did not really care about, all the doll knew is that it’s master needed the soul. Yuri looked at the cat-eared female as she worded what he deep down wanted to ask her, “It depends, I’m not totally sure what I am, all I know is that we... if we are the same, are called Bounto and they,” he nodded towards the two wolf-like beasts, “are our partners, we call them dolls, but I don’t know why, all I know about myself the blue beast there told me.” He pulled off his gloves, showing the large black tattoos on the back of his hands, it was clear to see that they where unnatural, they gave off a soft blue glow, one that would of been unnoticed on a normal day, but the overcast sky blocked out enough sunlight for it to be visible.

“Gift, let him have the blood.” He said whilst stuffing his gloves into his pocks. The beast gave a snort but complied, using its fangs to rip open the man’s neck, and then constricting him, causing the blood to flood out of the wound like an anime horror move, Gift then uncoiled himself from the corpse, sliding away to stand next to Yuri, looking over Mao intensely. Yuri made his way to stand over the newly ‘dead’ Shinigami, picking his up by the scruff of his shirt and wiping away some of the blood from his neck with his free hand, before he snarled and sunk two long fangs in to the death gods neck, drinking out his spiritual power like a vampire would blood in the books, after a few moments the man’s corpse turned to dust, leaving Yuri holding nothing but blood covered rags.

He cleaned the blood of his hands, yet some remained in the hard to get places, like under and around the finger nails. “Do you have to eat souls like that? If so I would say we are the same.”
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PostSubject: Re: And the Sky Rained Demons for Cats   Wed 25 Nov 2009, 10:28 am

Yoru wasn't one to be outdone, or one to be hissed at without a most appropriate return growling mixed with gurgling given his liquid state. Damned...well, thingamabob, cause the doll was totally a chimera and Yoru couldn't classify him otherwise mentally. Kinda naga-like but with some wolfy features: a crossbred brother. The order came and in a moment Yoru was rolling about in the fresh puddle, parts of him liquidizing while others didn't and overall gave him a horribly misshapen, but happy, form. A day filled with blood would always be a good one in his damnable book.

In comical fashion Mao's expression turned annoyed as she knew what Yoru was but if this man's doll could tell him that he was a bount then how the hell did Yoru not know?! Her piercing stare interrupted his bath and quite visibly he shrugged if off and she knew that was meant as a "You didn't need to know/I didn't care" type response. Damned, damned dog! The other doll interested her, and amused that it was somewhat wolfish like her own, but hardly the main breed inside it.

The way in which their kind...didn't quite appeal to her because it gave that risk of being dirty so she didn't often bother with it. "Yes...I eat souls that way, but not often. Too, how you say, 'messy,'" her eyes were staring at the rags as the dust collected in the puddles. For as long as she'd been in this state she hadn't thirsted for souls ravenously and mostly abstained, but from time to time she'd whet her whistle. Another thought struck and she couldn't help feeling disgruntled, "Wait, so you have no ears or tails out of the ordinary? Ugh! Curse that damn shinigami and his perverted fetishes! J'espère qu'il brûle dans l'enfer!" In the time she'd been alive she'd been looking for someone like her to the truest statement, but fate had deemed her a "strange specimen" instead. C'est la vie.

However this wasn't necessarily bad, now that she considered it. To date she'd lived quite a length already, which meant her race was generally long lived, and if he didn't have such a strange appendage then he had little to worry about in public compared to her. In short: he'd be far more ideal than her previous aides. The rain, however, was lessening with time and this meant sooner or later people might start milling about again, so she had to get out of the public eye when her hat was filthied and she only had a scarf folded in a pocket for such an emergency. "I would very much like to talk with you further, but I suggest we retire to my lodgings rather than stay here. I don't wish to continuously deal with lost tourists if possible." Besides Yoru didn't deserve anymore blood for a bit due to his lacking the quality to "share," but she didn't wish to pass up the opportunity to continue talking to someone of her kind.
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PostSubject: Re: And the Sky Rained Demons for Cats   Sat 28 Nov 2009, 5:42 pm

Yuri had not really thought much about her cat ears, after all he thought is was some kind of side manifestation on her powers, like his claws. “Well there may be others that have animal parts,” he said, stating fact, but as Yuri was talking to Mao, his doll had quickly slipped behind him and was standing upright on his tail, making it look Yuri had wolf ears and a long snake tail. But that did not last long as the marks on the back of his hands glowed a light blue, causing to doll to disperse into what seemed like mist and flow into the tattoos, after a moment the unearthly glow died down, and Yuri slipped his gloves back on. “and sure, I don't care much for the 'normal' humans anyway, so lets go.” the way he sounded it almost seemed like he did not care ether way, but he would not lie to himself that he too was intrastate in talking to one of his own kind.

With dolls recalled (or at least hidden) the two made their way to where Mao was staying, the most expensive hotel in this part of town. Its high class was easy to see, the old Gothic building had been done up to made it even more extravagant then it already was, so posh that Yuri did not feel welcomed in here, not when everyone was a lord or lady sporting the finest furs or other high class clothing, and he was a drifter, sporting the 'drowned rat' look, damn even the bus boy was giving his dirty looks! He just followed Mao, eyes on her, not looking at any others around him, and trying not to leer back at them.

When they got to the evaluator, he notices how he happened to be looking at her ass. He blinked and snapped himself out of it, telling himself he was only looking for a tail, but in reality he knew it was his perverted side coming out, but he could not blame himself, after all it had been about 80 years since he had last been with a woman, as they entered the lift, with a few others, his mind started to plot things. But fortunately for Mao, the speedy lift interrupted him, and soon they where already at her door, a smart ass comment flowed into his mind about how they should be kissing or at least holding hands and giggling as she opened said door and ushered him through, and truth be told, he was glad to be out of the way from the eyes of humans.

Mao's room was.. well.. huge!! he had seen apartments smaller than this, even the ceiling was high, allowing for two tall, Gothic arch windows to stand on the far wall, complete with flowing curtains, and standing there in the mix, but not seeming out of place, was a large Queen sized bed.
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PostSubject: Re: And the Sky Rained Demons for Cats   Tue 01 Dec 2009, 2:52 am

The scarf was shed and the umbrella tossed into a little brass umbrella holder by the door. The freedom to let her ears breath - yet again - was wonderful and she sighed in contentment. "So nice to be away from prying eyes," Mao said with bliss as a small 'pop' noise was heard and as she twirled a rather fluffy tail had appeared, protruding from her behind area. "Don't mind those in the lobby: they're just humans stuck in their superiority. They'll be dead in less than half a century, at least most." Those looks had always amused her in some way, given that they thought they were elite when they still had their own lifespans dictated by time. Foolish little things.

"Make yourself at home while I freshen up, don't want my ears giving off the wet cat smell," she said, disappearing into the bathroom and locking the door temporarily. Looking in the mirror, Mao glowered at her hair that was in disarray from the rain and the scarf rubbing it, smoothing out with some water and her hairbrush, then drying off her precious ears. Problematic, but some part of her felt rather attached to them, some strange notion of them being a present from a long ago friend...she didn't dwell on it often.

A little more primping and she came back out into the luxurious room. Given her upbringing and the hatred for the cell it was often high class for her, as money was little problem wise. Staring at the man it was hard to know where to start though...now that she had someone of her kind. What question to ask first? So many were abuzz in her brain. Some of them sounded downright cheesy or suggestive in her mind, however, and she tried to steer away from those. "Pardon my awkwardness, but I would rather like to hear of when you discovered you weren't as 'human' as you once thought." While in the bathroom she'd tossed out the one contact she had left, so both eyes revealed the molten gold eyes with cat-like slits in them, burning into him with their vibrant curiosity. As she'd asked, Mao had let herself fall into a rather comfy chair near the glass balcony doors, the rain returning in a lulling pitter-patter outside, but the doors closed so as to defend against the cold.
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PostSubject: Re: And the Sky Rained Demons for Cats   Tue 01 Dec 2009, 2:19 pm

Yuri felt a bit out of place here, how could he exactly 'make himself at home'? He was a drifter now, and ended up feeling quite lost as to what to do when in a house or room like this, like he had lost that knowledge, so he just picked a seat at random and sat down, looking around the room as he slowly started to dry off just from the heat, it seemed to make his skin tingle having just come in from the cold. He ran his gloved hand through his hair, trying to strain it out, he was not the kind to look neat and tidy, but he felt like he had to do it, considering where he was he wanted to 'smarten himself up' if that was even possible.

He still smelt like wet dog.

Yuri's ruby eyes snapped to Mao as she came back in, now with a lovely tail. But he had to guard himself against that question, he shifted in his seat as he tried to think of a way to answer her but not tell all, he was not going to let someone in just to end up both of them hurt, like last time. “Well I always knew something was off, the other kids in my village would avoid me, the elders said I was a demon and that I would end up killing them all, so they ended up attacking me,” he could not help but smirk, there was some irony in it, “I never wanted to harm anyone, but when they attacked me my doll appeared and slaughtered every last one of them, its funny really, if they left me alone they would of lived.” he left out the part that his doll came because his mother was murdered, but in essence the story was still the same.

“After that I just wondered around, trying to find out what I was, helped along a bit by Gift der Rache, but still he can only tell me so much.” he sunk back into his seat for a moment, eyes fixed on Mao, like he was intensity studding every part of her, “What about you... ermm?” it than dawned on him that they never exchanged names.
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PostSubject: Re: And the Sky Rained Demons for Cats   Wed 02 Dec 2009, 7:48 am

A glowing smile graced her lips, "Ah, we did forget introductions, did we not? I am Mao LeBlanc. Oh, if you desire a drink feel free to help yourself." One of her hands waved towards the liquor cabinet, the liquid in the drawers below and the glasses in the cabinet above the table. The irony struck her, but humans were so often foolish and quick to react to what they perceived a threat. That wasn't her problem, however.

Her eyelids descended as she tried to recall the time before, letting the memories float back. "It was during the French Revolution, my family weren't high nobles but we were apparently well enough off to warrant beheading. By this point I'd become very annoyed over being in the grimy cell and near the filthy people who'd been there longer...and the guards. Some shinigami happened to wander in and became curious as to why I could see him, and then did something to cause everyone to freeze. Last thing I recall he blew some powder in my face and when I regained consciousness I was standing in a blood strewn cell, including his blood, with Yoruyonaka Taiyou by my side." Mao's nose crinkled in dismay then, "I'm still not sure if it was the powder, coming into my powers, or something else, but that was around the same time I gained my extra appendages." The ears in question twitched while the tail swayed ever so slightly.

"I will say, however, that I do appreciate the dolls since they offer...amusing company. But it is by far a great pleasure to finally meet another bount. For whatever reason I have yet to meet any other than yourself in this time. If it weren't for my human attendants I'm not sure where I'd be hospitality wise." It was a lonely life they were both forced to lead, given their longevity, making even taking human lovers on horrendously painful. Thanks to Yoru's warning about her extended life she hadn't bothered with such a relationship with any of the attendants, though that hadn't prevented some from falling for her, but she wanted at least someone around she didn't have to worry about time taking from her. Her eyes studied the man, wondering if she could potentially persuade him to stay longer...
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PostSubject: Re: And the Sky Rained Demons for Cats   Wed 02 Dec 2009, 12:22 pm

Yuri wondered over to the liquor cabinet as he lesioned to Mao tell him her story. Sure the alcohol would not effect him like it would humans, but he found it did help, and it was help he needed if he was going to be questioned like this, he was still taken in every word she sad even when he was poring his 'poison of chose' into a small glass, it seemed they had something more in common, their time in France, “My name is Yuri, Yuri Hyuga, but some know me as the Demon of Domremy as I.. settled there for a brief moment, well to us it would be, about a year,” he chuckled to himself for a moment, “and you would be where I am hospitality wise, Domremy was the last place I really had any kind of companion other than my doll, and that was back in world war one.”

he sighed to himself before he downed the drink in one gulp, he had really been alone for a long time. He put the glass down and turned to face Mao once more, and slowly started to walk towards her, “You are the first Bounto I have met as well, or should I say knowingly met, for all we know we could of walked by some and never knew it,” by now he was standing right in front of her, he then leaned forwards, placing a hand on one of the arm rests, “guess you could say it was fate that we ran into each other.” he said with an almost perverted smirk on his lips.
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PostSubject: Re: And the Sky Rained Demons for Cats   Thu 03 Dec 2009, 12:07 pm

Likely she would be, but she could still hear some faint echo of her mother's voice telling her how unbecoming that would be. Such notions then were shoved down because she was a lady, and thus, had to be proper - to an extent, there was always a limit with Mao. Upon hearing of Domremy she felt it even more ironic they should meet, though she'd made haste before the first World War had fully bloomed and such was possible. Just wasn't so lucky the second time though portions of it were missing from her memory.

"Fate, you say? I might have to agree given that we have finally been given another like our self, for the most part. Mao's gaze didn't falter, staring right back at him as he leaned down to rest on the chair's arm. "It would've been a great shame to come so close to another and then let them slip from my fingers so easily." A smirk of her own grew, but then diminished into a smile as for the second time today her hand reached up, instead stroking through his hair rather than trying to dry it off. Some part of her had needed the assurance he was real and not just some illusion her mind fabricated to console that undying loneliness. Her fingers stroked downwards and then curved around to stroke his jawline and then back up, the second time a little more firmly to really feel his skin. It didn't even matter he didn't have cat ears or dog ears: he existed and that was marvel enough for her.

Yoru tried to snap her out of it, unsure if he liked the strange feelings she was emitting, but she shut him out. All of his sarcastic comments were ineffective for the first time in awhile at grabbing her attention as she continued to stare into Yuri's eyes.
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PostSubject: Re: And the Sky Rained Demons for Cats   Mon 07 Dec 2009, 12:48 pm

[plz forgive the slackness]

Yuri did not pull away as she pressed her hand to his skin, it was like her being a bounto gave her a free pass through his defences. The way she stared into his eyes did not unstelled him like eye contact nominally would, he took hold of her wrist, but it was a far cry from how he held it the first time they meet, he was a lot more gentle and did not pull her hand away, he held it still for a moment as he nuzzled his face into her palm. Brushing his lips against the skin. He knew why the physical contact, she was wanting to reassure her self that he was real, and truth be told, he needed that reassurance himself, after withholding contact to others for so long he had wondered he had become numb, part of him was glad that this was not the case.

He then moved her hand from his jawline to his chest, placing her open palm over where he heart was, allowing her to fell its, somewhat rapped, beat. Yet now, he felt kind of silly and a scene of unsureatey was sedately growing, his social skills where somewhat rusty, as where his romantic skills, not that this was really a time for his inner pervert to come out. After a few, fleeting moments, he let go of her hand and signed to himself, backing away from the cat-eared woman so that once more they had their own privet spaces. “I'm sorry,” he said, looking somewhat downtrodden, “its been so long since I spent any time with anyone... anyone living that is,” he looked away from her, slipping his hands into his pockets, trying to suppress the feeling that made him feel like a scared little boy, “I have forced myself to be alone for so long and... I hate it.” the last part was barely aduabel to normal ears.

Yuri 'tough guy' show was starting to falter, maybe she had reached him just in time, maybe the endless years of drifting was getting to him.
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PostSubject: Re: And the Sky Rained Demons for Cats   Tue 08 Dec 2009, 7:29 am

A pleased sigh slipped through her lips as he nuzzled her hand, glad that this time he didn't shove her hand away and instead embraced it. Surprise took hold of her once she felt his heartbeat under her palm, hypnotized by the brazen proof and unexpected action. Out of everything she hadn't expected that, but was pleased to feel the best proof under her hand. His own experiences, or lack thereof for the past while, led him to pulling back and Mao found her ears drooping in disappointment. His words touched her and she sympathized with his last, "I know the sting of loneliness. Its because of that sting I began taking in 'attendants' in sorts, along with the fact its sometimes easier to have them go out for my needs."

Those words, however, gave her confidence in her desire to have him stay. They were both lonely, and longed to meet another of their kind: why should they part ways now? "If you hate it so much," she began, revealing her ears had picked up his words, "then perhaps you will like my proposal that much more? Because of my strange...appearance, moving in public is hard, and at the same time, we have a problem connecting to humans because of their longevity. Due to these reasons, why do we not simply travel together? We don't have to suffer loneliness if we simply do not wish to do so."

The more she thought about it the more she liked it, her skin prickling in delight at having someone more like her nearby. Of course he'd still have to accept, and his lack of connections to people might deter him at first. Didn't mean she couldn't hope he'd accept.
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PostSubject: Re: And the Sky Rained Demons for Cats   Tue 08 Dec 2009, 1:58 pm

He was not really surprised that she heard him, part of him was hoping that she would. He stopped for a moment, thinking hard on her offer, yes he was deathly tired of being my himself, but was he really ready to let another in to his life? He thought on it long and hard, she was the same 'race' as himself, and from what he could gather had been through the same as what he had, if not more so, she had taken down that Shinigami so that was proof that she could look after herself, but there was something holding him back, “Everyone who has been connected to me has died, or rather, been murdered to get to me,” he scratched the back of his neck, “I'm sure you have faced your fare shear of trails over the years and can take care of yourself, but..” he sighed to himself, he wanted her company, yet he was once more afraid of getting himself hurt, but as he looked back at her the erg to say yes was almost overwellming.

In his mind he tried to convince himself that they should travel together, at least for the time being, and if he still strongly felt he was putting her in danger, they could go their separate ways. “Ok, I guess we could stay together, at least for the time,” he laughed, trying to lighten the mood somewhat, “that is till you get sick of my perverted ways.” he laughed, better let her know what she was getting in for.
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PostSubject: Re: And the Sky Rained Demons for Cats   Wed 09 Dec 2009, 9:03 am

To her, as she knew what she'd been through, those first lines felt weak to her. Yuri didn't know her well, so he didn't know she'd had to fight her fair share of enemies along the way - and losing attendants to some - but she felt he was forgetting just what she was. Then again, he didn't see how quickly that shinigami went down either. "Very well, mon ami, if you wish to reevaluate down the road then I shall accept that. However, do not think me a damsel in distress as I was the one often protecting my attendants from those of this world...and the one we truly live in." The feline eyes bore into him from over the rim of her clasped hands, having leaned back in the chair, crossed a leg over, and leaned her elbows on the armrests. She may have been born and bred into a lady, but with the course of her life she didn't take kindly to being thought of weak or useless.

A few minutes more and her gaze relaxed, turning to radiantly pleased before frowning at him. "Ah, where are my manners," a hand waved over to the bathroom door, "Please, make use of the amenities and wash away the cold rain. I can have someone come by to take your clothes for cleaning and there should be a large robe in there for you to use in the meantime." While it was an offer there was still an undertone of an order since his clothes were absolutely filthy, and he probably was too, and she couldn't stand the thought of leaving him to suffer like that. Standing up and walking to the telephone to pick up the receiver but paused before dialing, "Also, I'm quite famished: would you care for something to eat as well? You need not worry about payment, if that is a concern, nor their food terrible like trashy hotels' food."

Amusingly she ignored his comment on him being a pervert, but internally found it more entertaining. Mao knew at least a few of her attendants had been pervy, but they'd been afraid of her power on some level to hide it more. To deal with one would be like observing an animal in its natural habitat.
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PostSubject: Re: And the Sky Rained Demons for Cats   Wed 09 Dec 2009, 2:44 pm

Yuri seemed to relax a bit, after hearing Mao talk he had to learn not to apply the past to her, after all all the women he had been with till now where only human. The offer of a hot shower and warm food had been the most appealing thing he had heard all night, the last time he had a real shower was about one month ago, since then it was using the rain or any rivers he could, the food however, he did not really mind, not after eating the Shinigami not too long ago, yet he could not help but think of them on a date. “I will take you up on all your offers there,” he said with a small smile, whilst heading towards the bathroom, “I won't be long, then we can talk some more.”

closing the door behind him Yuri gave a soft sigh, not too sure what he was getting himself into, but was willing to ride it for now. The bathroom was almost as big as the main room, quite lovely, but he was not interested in admiring the décor, no, he just wanted to feel the hot water on his chilled skin, sliding the glass door open he leaned in and turned on the hot tap, the pipes making no noise as the water came rushing out, he let it run as he slowly undressed himself, his jacket first, soon followed by his boots and pants. A hiss escaped his lips as the hot droplets hit his skin, not that they where too hot for him, it was not going to even mark his skin, but as he saw the rising steam he knew that this water was hot enough to scold a normal human, but it was just what he needed.

Taking some of the hotel freebies he begin to scrub his skin, the blood coming off his skin like pant. It was not only on his hands, but on his hands and even some on his torso and back, places where it would not be washed away by the rain, and instead was let to mingle with sweat into a fowl paste that clung to him like an obsessed lover, to the point he swear he saw a brown wash come off from his skin. This, he knew, would not do, seeing as he had a feeling that his new friend liked to keep clean, but than again if she always stayed in places like this.
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PostSubject: Re: And the Sky Rained Demons for Cats   Thu 10 Dec 2009, 11:30 am

"Wonderful," was her parting word as he disappeared behind the elegantly carved door. Glancing over the menu, she wasn't quite sure what his tastes were, but they had an excellent selection and she chose a couple of Italian based pasta dishes. Usually liked by many, so it was hard to go wrong, and one was seasoned with vegetables and the other in seafood. Of course she'd let him choose, but a part of her wondered if he'd assume his was the vegetable...well she'd see once he was done and the food arrived. Her next act might seem perverted to most, but she was just itching to do something...

Leaning against the door she heard the water turn on, and soon what may or may not have been the shower door closing. It was possible it was the toilet lid being put down, but how often did guys actually do that? Thus she waited another minute before sneaking in and nabbing his clothes while wearing rubber gloves. Leaving she closed the door and greeted the help that answered the door. The clothes were passed onto him to be thoroughly washed and repaired - added to the bill, of course. About ten minutes after the previous bellhop a knocking was heard again and this time another man wheeled in a cart with dishes covered with metal tins. He bowed, leaving her with a smile and a look she'd come to recognize as a hitherto type.

Delighted that the food looked and smelled good upon inspection, Mao whipped out her handy dandy hand sanitizer and cleaned her hands thoroughly: she swore she felt the dirt of the clothes on her hands. While waiting now she poured herself a drink, admiring the cleansing rain outside that would bring with it a truly fresh tasting air. One hand pressed against the glass of the window panes, causing a rim of fogging as she smiled to the again crying sky.
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PostSubject: Re: And the Sky Rained Demons for Cats   Tue 15 Dec 2009, 12:14 pm

[sorry for the shortness]

Yuri turned off the water with a pleasant sigh, it really did felt good to get the stagnate rain and sweat of his skin. He ran his hand through his hair, as it had a talent of falling into his eyes when wet, pulling the shower screen aside he noted that his cloths where gone, meaning that Mao must had come in at some point, a purvey smile spread across his lips, he wondered if she enjoyed the show? But looking back over the shower she would not be able to see anything, thanks to the decorations on the glass, but that still would not stop him ribbing her about it now, he quickly dyed himself off before throwing on one of the large, white, bathrobes, he felt like a moron wearing the thing but it would have to do, tightening on the belt he went for his 'date' with the other bounto.

Entering the main room he saw that Mao was leaning up against the window, quietly he approached her, leaning up against the glass, like she was, placing his hands next to hers. “you know if you wanted to see me naked you could of just asked,” he said with a smirk, and also getting ready to doge a smack to the face if she should see fit to do so.
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