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[fedorafan]

Who: Noir [Open to friends and hostiles, bring it on!]
What: A ghost of his former self
Where: Tetha
When: September 16th, night

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[no_dogs_allowed]

The shadowy streets of Tetha always helped Katz remember his home. The tall buildings and the large amount of people became ignored. No. Nowhere had little people, mostly only those traveling through. That isn't what helped him remember. It was the shadows, the darkness. This city was wounded and even with the new leaders and their tighter reins on crime it still had the bleeding sore of the war. The darkness in this city had grown and Katz loved it. It reflected his own heart, that empty darkness hungry for profits and death.

He was enjoying a nightly stroll with his loyal Mushmon, his own hands folded behind his back. He turned a corner and spotted a grey and black man walking towards him. The feline stopped and tilted his head at the odd sight. This man was very strange looking to most but to Katz, he became curious.

"Evening sir." Katz gave a nod to the man as he approached.

[fedorafan]

Noir peered out from under his fedora and grunted a greeting back. He had grown used to strange creatures in the digital world, and a lanky stick legged feline was no exception.

Just another...exceptionally pointy looking tamer. He had every intention of walking right past Katz without another thought.

[no_dogs_allowed]

"Excuse me, sir," Katz stepped in front of Noir so he couldn't simply walk by. "I can't help but notice your...interesting characteristics. May I ask where you are from?"

[fedorafan]

Noir stopped again and his gaze met Katz. He was not a very happy man to say the least, and his eyes were black with white pupils instead of what was normal for humans.

"The Inns about three blocks that way." He remarked gruffly jerking a thumb over his shoulder. Only now was he aware it had been weeks since he'd bothered shaving and he was sporting a significant amount of scruff on his face.