Conquer the world by force!

His eyes glance down at her hand, pausing a moment as they narrow. ‘She’s nothing but an underling,’ he thinks to himself, but who knew. Maybe being on good terms wouldn’t be awful. His hook reaches down to shake her outstretched hand, letting out a small snort at that. 

   “It looks like you take good care of it, Sir Crocodile. Where’d you find a big hook like this? Do you think if I got my arm gnawed off I could wear one too? Or maybe I’d be better off with a war hammer or a double-headed axe...”

He’s not sure how he feels about it- so instead, Pitch shifts his weight to another foot and crosses his arms over his chest, turned slightly away from her, adopting an unreadble expression. As she speaks, he gives her a look- up and down, but his expression betrays nothing. He snorts again, a darkly amused noise.  

“I’m pretty sure you and everybody else here is looking for a way home,” he responds, but there’s no real malice or disdain in it. He shrugs nonchalantly. “And I doubt I’m too lucky. All black and all that. Don’t you humans believe that black things bring bad luck or something like that?” Or was that cats. Pitch always had trouble keeping up with humans ways and beliefs. Most of them were stupid anyways. 

   Ill-informed assumptions aside, this guy really does remind her of Sakura despite being an inky black instead of gleaming white. Talking to him makes her a little homesick, but a bit happy, too! Hiyoko Tosaka is the unrecognized champ of dealing with prickly individuals. 

   “Bad luck? How ridiculous! I have a good friend back home who’s all black -- real stand-up, dependable guy! That bad luck business sounds like outdated mumbo-jumbo to me!”

   Never mind that her ‘good friend’ is the bird-ified version of Death itself... 

   “You might not be the last, but you’re the first -- and that counts for something, I think!”

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Lunch? Did she hear that correctly? What a strange girl. Not to mention… “…Hunting in the park is against the rules,” she told her bluntly. Though on second thought, Echo didn’t know if there was a regulation like that here with the city chaotic as it is. All the same, she guessed that park visitors might find the idea unpleasant. 

   But the strange girl carries on and like a spring Hiyoko catapults herself off the ground and onto her feet, stomach yowling like an angry monkey in acknowledgement. 

Anghel stopped talking as she squished his face, his cheeks flaring up bright pink. His arms flailed around aimlessly until she sat up, currently without wings to flap attached to them. He scrambled up to meet her, resting on his knees.

“I-I… it is the power of the White Warlocks, Edel Blau!” 

“I have been made to mimic your form, in this Accursed Metropolis. But I am able to reclaim my original body upon command… normally. This Eve of Gathering Stars, however, bears a heavy curse. I cannot access my Transfiguratoris Avis… without my wings, I am trapped within this Flesh Prison. N-Not that your own is… it is a suitable form for you,” nice save, “but it is far from befitting of my own soul.”

   Despite the...unusual nature of almost everything that comes out of his mouth, Hiyoko always finds it in herself to sit herself down and hear him out. After all, wherever he goes, unusual things always follow. “Oh, it’s not so bad,” She attempts to encourage him, strange though his appearance is, “I’m sure it’s a little weird, and you might feel like a newborn baby giraffe, but you look great! Check out that healthy glow!” Oddly placed bandages aside...

He was out of options though. She was clearly dead-set on him having it and considering this was someone that had skinned a wolf… Well, he wasn’t thinking she’d react violently or anyting but at very least she’d have to be headstrong to be able to do something like that.  

“ Ugh. “ 

“ Fine. I’ll take it. “

He grabbed pelt avoiding to actually giving any eye contact and threw it onto his back in a dramatical arch. Kind of like a scene from a movie where the character was leaving for a trip that might be his last.

“ Awful. “ Was only thing Sekine could think though.

   “Jeez fella, don’t you think you should smile when someone does hard labor for you?”

   That came out a bit wrong.

   “I mean, I had to survive on earthworms and millet for years, but I always thanked Mrs. Kawara for feeding me. You get it?” She shuffles -- who wouldn’t enjoy a nice warm pelt on a cold day? He’d basically given her the knitted equivalent, so it was a good exchange, right?

Who could blame them for showing uncharacteristical reactions, though? Being thrown into a new world without a warning, without any guidelines how to manage and without knowing the reason behind it all would shake anybirdie. Fortuna must have blessed Kazuaki along his way to wherever he was, granting him with the sight of his favorite student so soon. The smile on his face was slightly wider than usual.

“I am really happy you seem to be well, Tosaka” Hm, she posed a good question. “It does not seem like an island to me, actually. More like some kind of underground city? The structure is very tough to put a wing on, I can only tell wherever we are, it is artificial.”

   She whines, snuffling, overcome by his quiet patience and kindness! He might be a bit absent-minded on occasion, but there’s no one she’d rather be with in a crisis. Thank goodness for responsible teachers!

   His calm explanation soothes her nerves and strengthens her warrior’s heart. Hiyoko takes a deep breath. “Okay, but try not to get alarmed and bonk your head on the ceiling, sir! Then we might actually be in trouble... I don’t even know where to find an infirmary!” 

{♤}  The bar is crowded, loud and the smell of alcohol is in the air. Nothing of that would bother Frey, usually. But being all alone with his drink, has him in a gloomy mood. And as he starts feeling more and more bitter, he slams his drink on the table, gets up and leaves for fresh air.

Outside of the bar, Frey meets a familiar face. A welcome change.

“Hey, it’s the chicken-leg girl.” For a moment, Frey grins broadly over the given nickname. Then, he leans against the wall, casually stuffing his hands into the pocket of his coat and his facial features turn serious again. 

   But Hiyoko’s plan will have to wait; a familiar face appears in front of the pub. “Ah! Chicken-leg man! Or was it turkey...?” His friendly grin makes her smile, too, but it doesn’t last for long. Rather, his doesn’t. “That’s okay, I forgot yours too.” She laughs.

   At his inquiry, she scuffs the ground with her dirty shoes. “I’ve been better! I don’t quite like this whole scavenging business, but, well, a girl’s gotta get her peanuts somehow!” (Good luck deciphering that one, Darian)

Fox frantically looks around as if he’s seen a ghost, this wasn’t the school playground he was playing hide and seek in. He was in some large city that didn’t look familiar at all with weird alien-people that looked like nothing he’s seen before..

Tears up start to form up in his eyes and roll down his cheeks, he was scared and lost.

“W- where am I?!”

   The girl kneels before the crying fox. Poor lil guy! She’d sooner have him for lunch than comfort him, but he can talk, and she thinks it’d probably be bad luck to eat a kitsune... If anything, the indigestion would be legendary. 

   And besides, if she helps him, maybe he’ll give her some kind of fantastic reward! Wasn’t that how the legends went? 

“ Alright! First, we should see what you’re able to do. What you’re comfortable with doing, what particular skills you have and see if anyone needs those.. “ He’d say curiously as he rubbed his chin. They looked a bit young so their skill repertoire probably wasn’t the biggest but maybe they’d surprise him. 

   The girl rubs at her own chin. What are her greatest talents? She’d never really considered such a thing, figuring she’d have plenty of time to figure it out. After all, she’d never really wanted for food or shelter, until now.

   “I’m pretty good at helping out, I suppose...” She begins, “I can lift heavy things and fight bad guys, I’m a pretty good hunter-gatherer, and, like any self-respecting high school student, I wield a halberd or a war-axe with deadly skill and can even make my enemy turn tail and dishonor their clan on the field of battle...!”

   “I could probably be an alright barista, too, but that’s getting a little complicated.”

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Keep your head up, Little Arrow

Find your path is not as narrow as it seems

You have grown.

“ Well-made or not I did say you can, I’m not going to eat my words now. “

What kind of person would he be if he were to do that. The shrill screech of the teeth had ceased as well, no more cold shivers running along his back either… She looked whole a lot cozier now, there was no reason to change that.

It wasn’t like he was going to wear that anyway. 

A confused frown fell on his face as the girl suddenly pulls out the pelt. She’s offering it for him? He wasn’t sure if he wanted to wear something like that. Frankly speaking it was kind of tacky. It’d look awful on him wouldn’t it? But how to go about declining though…

He was shivering a little but that kind of thing would make people look at him weirdly. 

“ Huh? “

   Yes, he must be a little severe, especially if he’s going about refusing warm pelts while he shivers like a baby bird. The poor fella -- maybe he has a warrior’s pride after all, but he definitely doesn’t have a warrior’s body, and there’s no reason to stay cold if one can help it! (hypocrite...)

   “Expensive? I don’t know about that... I mean, I made it myself,” She wiggles the wolfskin for emphasis, “So I can always make another one! It’s a little tough to skin a whole wolf with just a wooden knife, but it’s good practice!”

   “Besides, it’ll make you look at least. . . 50% tougher!”