The lake door opens suddenly, letting in a furious flurry of snow and a laughing not'cat, fresh from a rather criminally successful hunt in the forest. Those demon rabbits that had survived the initial onslaught had thought they were safe once they'd gotten back underground ( Read more... )

Kyo is not pleased with all this Mardis Gras non-sense. He's been given a mask, in the shape of half a cat's face, made out of sparkly, orange sequins. He's wearing an equally flamboyant shirt, in an unmanly shade of purple, and jeans that are the proper size, and therefor tighter than he likes ( Read more... )

The door to the bar opens with a crash. A red haired teenager flies in, headfirst, as though he was thrown. Just inside the door, there are bits and pieces of a paper door. The red haired boy jumps to his feet, only to realize that he's not standing outside Shigure's house. The door closes gently, as though to counteract Kyo's dramatic entrance ( Read more... )

There is a small orange cat bouncing around the bar. It seems that someone has gotten into the recreational catnip, and is currently staring at anything, and chasing people's feet. The cat is laughing loudly, and chewing on the occasional shoelace, until the foot attached to it moves, and sends him scampering away ( Read more... )

Kyo is eying the door ( Read more... )

Hey, so if there's this place where your usual flow of time stops, when you're there, it's perfectly kosher to use it to do your homework, right ( Read more... )

Kyo is still in the bar. He's been in and out the past few days, but mostly out.

He can only stay there so long before the temptation to stay in the woods and never go home gets too strong.

He's got a feral cat or two around him, and is stroking one as he reads a manga.

Definitely botherable.

The Yrael that staggers heavily through the door is almost too bright to look at, flickering like a faulty florescent light. What is left of his usually spotless clothes is ragged, stained with weeks of dormant existence in a New Orleans alleyway ( Read more... )

Kyo has. . . a thing. It's like a pocket organizer, in that it has a touch screen, and like an ordinary game player in pretty much every other way.

He wishes he'd been more specific when he'd asked for a way to play video games.

But at least it's keeping him amused, which is all he really wanted.

Completely botherable.

There is an Yrael on one of the large, sun-warmed rocks by the lake. His violin has been set aside, resting safely near Yrael's hip.

Thoughtful in the blazing July sun, Yrael looks out across the lake.

(ooc: Now running off to sleep. Will try to pick up tags tomorrow, during slow moments at work.)