#beforemeteor

The soup that War had made upon arriving in Spirale quite sometime ago was still burbling. The horseman just kept adding to it each day. For him it was a good source of food when he just wanted to grab something instead of hunt, and it also made for a nice offering when he had a guest -- like now.

Ah well, the soup was fine for him, but others might find it to be...a bit of an acquired taste, as War simply threw anything in that he thought looked good to eat. It was brownish-grey, and didn't smell all that great, but it hadn't killed anyone. ...Yet.

"Come, sit and eat."

9S didn't know this guys name, or what his problem was in general, but at least he agreed to having someone watch him pierce himself.

9S wasn't exactly intending to be that person, but... well, whatever, it's not like he had anything else to do. That's the strange thing about peace-- there is so much... free time. He really doesn't know how to fill all of it, so this works.

He follows the silver haired human quietly, because the guy seems disgruntled as it is. 9S isn't expecting to just be let into his home, either, but humans must really be trusting in this day and age! How spectacular! He always read that it was possible, but that most humans only trusted people they were well acquainted with-- not total strangers.

So with the piercing kit pieces on the coffee table, rubbing alcohol and tissues and two studs, 9S watches as the human uses a skin safe marker to make two dots, one on the center of each lobe where he will pierce it. Except he definitely isn't placing them in the middle.

"Um... no, that's not centered. Either one of them."

"Do you like sweets? The cashier at the bakery gave me an extra."

She's doing her best chipper-girl gaze, swaying on her chunky heels as she holds out a pastry: the shape reminds her a little bit of a Fletchling, complete with a cute little tail, wings, and eyes. The cashier said it was filled with apple jam and almonds. Klara can only hope the stranger's not allergic to that. Right now, all she needs to be is big sis Klara!

Peering into the stranger's eyes, she notes the pupils being different from her own (like the eyes of a Delcatty, sparkling, lengthy little pupils narrowed -- those are the eyes of someone full of doubt, going by the catlike shape): the color's pretty, too, like a clean lake. So few of those around Galar.

"Your eyes are really pretty! I'm almost jealous."

She's burning with envy internally. But he doesn't need to know!

"Thanks for all the listeners tonight joining us for Doorcast, name still in-progress. The only podcast in Spirale, surprisingly. With how much these people love to talk about themselves, you figure it's a niche that would've already been filled, but I guess I'm just a lot smarter than the rest of you."

"I'll be your host, Uzi, because no one else can be trusted to do it. And joining me tonight is..."

She glances though her notes, because prep-work is for nerds. Well, a different kind of nerd than Uzi, but anyways. She blinks and frowns at the name a few times, because isn't this guy supposed to be... not a child? Like, everyone knows this guy. Uzi's an edgy teenager, how would she not? Well, whatever.

Well, there was one thing Zack could say about Spirale already: the sights were pretty awesome. The view from the cliff at Savior's Respite? He could stare at it for hours. A nice change of pace.

Except he's no longer alone up here.

"It's a nice view, ain't it?" He asks before turning around, though once he does he can only blink dumbly at the person approaching. It takes him a moment to recognize the face-- now with much younger features.

It was in her best interest, really, to remain anonymous. Not even the people here needed to know what she looked like, but it seemed that's something she couldn't avoid. If you work under the same kind of organization (In a sense), then you're bound to meet.

"Try to stay out of my way."

"Man, didn't think it was gonna be this cold." She's glad someone else is enjoying this cold weather! Iyana and Yairie are having fun flying about and diving into the large snow.

｢𓆄｣ He was sure the other had it! But, just to steal the thunder, here came the pro-hero, stealing yet someone else's thunder, and driving his crimson blade down the skull of the CPN, obliterating it in one shot, no thanks to his own upbringing.

"Close one! You almost got got." Reclaiming his katana from the now lifeless CPN, the heteromorph fluttered to the ground.