The Bar's sense of humor is infamous.

[mogget_cat]

Oh. It's Halloween again.

That was Yrael's first thought after walking in from outside to find himself... transformed. His white clothes had been replaced by far too much black leather. Far too much. His short white hair had been replaced by long, somewhat physics-defying silver-white hair, flowing in an unfelt breeze

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[ostro_goth]

There is a scowling stranger with a very ugly, drooping moustache by the fireplace, looking up at the music.

He is wearing something that can only be described as flimsy polyester stage armour, and has a small kitten on his arm.

[mogget_cat]

Yrael eyes the scowling be-moustached stranger in his... strange clothes.

"... Either there will soon be a lethally furious Goth in here, hunting he who has taken his kitten, in which case I recommend you leave the kitten here and flee for your life, or Halloween has befallen him as it has myself, and I am wasting my breath."

[ostro_goth]

The stranger is mostly white and pale, and recognises the kitten, so --

"Yrael?"

Pause.

"That is a somewhat oversized sword; it would be as unhandy as my non-armour would be useless."

[mogget_cat]

"It's useful for getting a waitrat's attention without having to get up, at least," he says, day, as he takes a seat beside his friend. "It's very well-balanced, from what little I know of swords, but I do not see how it can be."

The hilt is offered to Teja. A little awkwardly, because Yrael is not used to having to maneuver something so long and sharp.

[ostro_goth]

"It is a katana," Teja says, taking it, "as made by the master smiths of Japan; but master Muramasa, for one, would hardly make anything that useless long."

Pause.

"Can you take the kitten while I look at this? I would not wish for him to touch it, and hurt himself."

[mogget_cat]

"Sure," he says, taking the grey Count from the Black Count and giving him gentle scritches.

Yrael would take off his gloves to do this, if he thought he could find the ends of his gloves. Or if he had a hope of getting them off. They seem to go up his arms under the skin-tight leather of his lengthy coat.

[ostro_goth]

The kitten knows Yrael even with the gloves, relaxes in his hands, and purrs, looking up at the pale face with sweet baby-blue eyes.

Teja, in the meanwhile, examines the sword, thoroughly, the entire length of it.

[mogget_cat]

Hello, little Count, Yrael says in Feline, smiling down at him as he rubs the little kitten's shoulders.

[ostro_goth]

Hello! Hello! Hello! the little cat answers; he can't express very complex things yet, but his greeting is full of friendly enthusiasm.

"The sword is very well made, for the entire length of it," Teja says, admiring, "and indeed, the balance is amazing, especially considering the length."

[mogget_cat]

"I don't know how anyone could really handle it, at least to good effect," Yrael says, rubbing a finger along Count's jaw.

"Certainly, it has the best range of any sword I have seen."

[ostro_goth]

"For range," Teja says, "one would use a naginata, and not a sword that is blade all the way! None would come close enough, in any case."

[mogget_cat]

Yrael nods, looking from Count over to the long sword. "How fast could one really move, carrying this much metal?"

[ostro_goth]

"Not very fast," Teja says, shaking his head. "It is well made, but I would prefer a naginata any day, to this."

[mogget_cat]

"Axel told me I have been given the appearance of a man called Sephiroth, who is another bar patron's nemesis."

From Yrael's grin, he finds this vastly amusing, and full of possibilities.

[ostro_goth]

"A nemesis?" Teja says, smiling at that. "Is that why the sword is so long?"

[mogget_cat]

"Possibly. The man whose nemesis I appear to be carries a single-edged sword about half as long-"

Still too-freaking-long.

"- and nearly a foot wide."

Some people are so insecure.