>:]] 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?

[shadow_sinx]

[ Fakir closes his eyes for a moment, trying to cool down.

Just when had he gotten this explosive, anyway? ]

...It's like I said. This isn't the world you came from. Apparently it's a collection of people from different worlds who are doubles of each other. It makes no bloody sense, but that's how it is.

[mroowwwrr]

...I see.

...So you have never danced before?

[shadow_sinx]

Never. And I have no intention to start. I'm a fighter. The only ones who are going to be dancing are the ones trying to dodge my blades.

[mroowwwrr]

...No intention?

...Dance brings balance, and grace, and precision. Such things are useful to a fighter, no?

[shadow_sinx]

[ The assassin scoffs with an air of pride, holding his head up haughtily. ]

I have plenty of that, and more. I'm a rank ninety-eight, close to ascension.

[mroowwwrr]

...Perhaps.

But, can you do this?!

[[And he leaps dramatically, into a grand jete, and landing on a graceful twirl.]]

[shadow_sinx]

Hn.

[ Impressive height on the jump, he admitted to himself, albeit reluctantly. ]

Why would I need to?

[mroowwwrr]

[[He bows low.]]

For many things! For use in combat! For saving a fallen maiden from a large height! For reaching the catnip on the top shelf~! Nya~!

[shadow_sinx]

[ The assassin Fakir stares down at him with a frown. ]

Then I could learn acrobatics and achieve the same thing. I don't need the twirls and pointed toes and all that nonsense.

[mroowwwrr]

It is not NONSENSE, foolish Fakir!

...Are you interested in learning the acrobatics, then? Dancing is an art-form, a pristine, polished form of acrobatics!

[shadow_sinx]

[ He huffs lightly, trying to keep his increasingly-unsteady temper in check. ]

That twirly prancing stuff doesn't interest me. I'd be the laughing stock of my entire guild if I did something like that.

[mroowwwrr]

It is not TWIRLY PRANCING! IT IS PRECISE, CONTROLLED STAMINA!

[[His fur stands on end, his tail pointing straight up.]]

[shadow_sinx]

I can't believe I'm being lectured about DANCE by a goddamn demi-human cat. Call it what you want, but it's something only women do in my world. Bards accompany them, but they're musicians, not dancers.

[mroowwwrr]

...I find this very displeasing.

[[He finally seems to notice the katars.]]

...Those are your weapons?

[shadow_sinx]

[ His gaze lowers to metal objects on his arms and hands briefly before he looks back up at the cat man, his expression guarded. ]

Yes. They're called katars. Only my class has the skill to wield them.