The paladin quickly looked around in confusion at all the feathers, catching a few. "Whit th'? Did a bird jist explode?" He sun around, spotting the odd man though was just more confused. "Whit is wi' aw th' feaithers?!" He called after him, trying to catch him.

NO. HOW AM I YOUR FAVORITE SENPAI. WELL. YOU WANT TO LEARN ABOUT THE LLAMA. HERE WE GO.1. I have two chinchillas. Oban and Onyx. The're pretty adorable.2. My great-grandfather was a German rocket scientist and a friend of Albert Einstein.3. In freshman year of high school I once had a yardstick lightsaber battle with my Earth Science teacher.4. I've never been in a fight before (but I've seen plenty up close)5. I intimidate small children very easily and that's pretty awesome because I really hate most small children that I meet.

ooc;; because yes howl does like classic broadway.

[✖]—;; It was an uneventful day; Nayuta stared out from a window in a random coffee shop, an untouched beverage sitting in front of her. It was cold outside and she forgot her jacket at home -- so the warm radiating from the drinks and various radiators offered a comfortable place to read; as comfortable as the teenager could get in public.               She leaned back, putting a cheek in her palm, as she thumbed through a book that she has read at least a dozen times. Pursing her lips, the female stretched, closing her eyes, temporarily, before opening them again, to see a couple of people staring at her from across the room.              Nayuta immediately averted her eyes, putting her hands in her lap, turning dark hues back to the scenery outside. 

   ✝Azure orbs glanced blankly into the crowd of passerbys as Abel leaned against the black of the metal wicker chair he was seated in. There was no one at the other seat across the small, round table he currently sat in. At times, his gaze would shift from the people milling about to run over exquisite architecture of the old European city that even after thousands of years remained intact.       It was interesting, the amount of couples that were running about. "This is really the city of love, isn't it?" He remarked, seemingly to no one in particular, but actually into the piece of chrome that was in his ear. Sister Kate, of course, rattled off information about the city, Abel only nodding slightly in acknowledgement at the facts he didn't already know. Not that she could see the slight movement of his head, but it was a force of habit. He could understand why so many pairs, young and old, were outside today, though; the weather was lovely, perfect for a date.      Of course, Abel wasn't here for a romantic getaway, or to even enjoy the delicious pastries that he was currently munching down on with glee (speaking honestly, food was the reason Abel had been so excited about this trip in the first place). No, he was here on a mission (again). Pale, rosy lips shifted into a slight pout before they parted to make way for the sludge he called tea as he thought of his superior with mild contempt. Really, you'd think they'd give him some time off in such a lovely city.     "—Are you even listening, Abel?" Glossy silver ribbons bounced as Abel jumped in surprise, realizing he had drifted off and Sister Kate was still talking. The woman let out an exasperated sigh, a rush of static in the earpiece. "We just got an update. The transaction isn't going down until tomorrow night. We've arranged for you to stay at the La Rose D'Argent hotel. Hang tight until then and don't cause any trouble. Sister Kate out." The background static cut to silence as the line was dropped, and Abel blinked into the sky, pale, refined features relaxed into an expression of surprise.    Well. He'd gotten his wish, at least. A day in Paris, all to himself. No mission (at the moment), and for once, he actually had enough money to treat himself well.    Of course, now he had no idea what to do. He sighed, jacket shifting as his shoulders heaved, before taking another bite out of the Paris-Brest that he had ordered from the petite cafe he was sitting outside of. Maybe he'd go sightseeing. But this wasn't his first time in Paris; he had already done the stereotypical trek around the historical city. And this place was confusing, especially so with his tendency to get lost.      "Really, I need to find something to do..."

"Welcome~!! Good day, are you interested in having your fortune told? ...Hmn??"

      Apparently that was Sydney's favorite song and he would sing it the moment it was randomly being played. And here he was, standing outside of a convenient store, with that song playing and him singing to it. 

The night was lively. A festival was going on and the vampire had decided to go, but he didn't want to go alone. But there was nothing else to do and he hasn't been to a festival in quite some time. Sighing, he made his way towards the opening of the festival before he tripped over someone's foot and landed right on his stomach with a loud thud. "Damn... Not the best night to be tripping over people." He stood back up quickly and disregarded a scrape on his hand as he apologized to the other.