>:]] Ehehehe...

[mroowwwrr]

MROWR~~!

[[And a frantic Neko-sensei dashes through the streets of Ginkan on all fours.]]

My academy...! My students...!

THEY HAVE ALL VANISHED!

All alone, and still such a young feline bachelor!

NYA~!

[[OOC: ...Admit it. We needed one. =)]]

Comments

[shadow_sinx]

[ The assassin Fakir isn't cloaked for once, but a clear irritation lurks in his green eyes, which narrow when they land on the walking cat.

He immediately takes a battle-ready stance, katars poised and crossed in front of him as he stares the creature down. ]

A monster. Related to the Leaf Cat, perhaps? What are you?

[mroowwwrr]

...Fakir-san...

[[His ear twitches irritably.]]

...Your garments are not suited for a danseur of your stature!

[shadow_sinx]

[ His eyes widen when the cat creature says his name, unable to decipher how it could possibly know. And he immediately scoffs at the dansuer comment. ]

I'm not a dancer! That's a female class.

[ His eyes narrow further. ]

Now answer my question.

[mroowwwrr]

NYA~?!

...A female class? For females only?

I BEG TO DIFFER! MALE DANCERS ARE GRACEFUL AND FLUID, AND RESEMBLE GAZELLES IN THEIR GRACE!

[shadow_sinx]

[ The assassin rolls his eyes. He could hardly believe he was having his conversation with a monster cat. ]

Not where I come from, cat. The dancers' guild exclusively trains female archers only. I don't make the damn rules.

[mroowwwrr]

That is Mr. Cat. Where have you learned such disrespect, young Fakir-san?!

...And this is an OUTRAGE!

[[He raises his arms above his head in a ballet pose, a strane spotlight shining on him from out of nowhere.]]

Do they not recognize the talent within a male's body?!

[shadow_sinx]

[ Fakir takes a startled step backward in shock. ]

W-What the hell!? I don't know you, dammit! Or whatever... world you come from! If men or... cats can dance there, good for you.

[ He studies the talking cat man with a very puzzled and slightly wary expression, his katars having already lowered with the shock. ]

If he's not a monster, what the hell is he?

[mroowwwrr]

[[He twirls in an smooth pirouette, his posture straight and his technique well-practiced. His eyes are shut, his expression passionate.]]

I am almost hurt, young Fakir-san. Why have you distanced yourself from dancing? You portrayed such strength and conviction and beauty within your movements!

[shadow_sinx]

[ The assassin just appears dumbfounded that he's watching a... dancing cat. ]

...You must be talking about one of those other weird copies of me running around here. I'm not the Fakir you know. And I don't think I would want to meet one that prances around like you.

[mroowwwrr]

Not the Fakir I...?

[[He stops. And his ear twitches.]]

[shadow_sinx]

[ One of his brows start to twitch in agitation. ]

Look, cat. I don't dance. I never have and I never will.

[mroowwwrr]

[[His whole posture slumps, his tail dragging on the ground.]]

...Then I have failed you as your teacher, as your instructor, and as your mentor...

[shadow_sinx]

[ Had there not been a blade attached to it, the assassin would have slapped his hand to his face. This was one thick cat creature. ]

...You're not any of those things to me. I told you, dammit. I'm not the Fakir you know!

[mroowwwrr]

...I hope...one day, you will turn back to a life of dance and culture...

[[He sniffs.]]

...I never thought I'd see the day when you would give up...

[shadow_sinx]

[ He practically growls from beneath his mask, irrationally getting angry. ]

I can't turn back to something I was never involved in! Wake up, you damn cat! This place isn't wherever you came from! And there's doubles of everyone walking around! Get used to it.

[mroowwwrr]

...Pardon?