Dropped!

The javelin left his hand and impaled itself in the crystal structure, right in front of the person who had started to approach it. Well, the long piece of crystal he was using as a javelin. Bolting over, covered in bandages from the past two weeks, he jumped up and stood on the javelin. Removing his mask, he ticked his tongue and looked down at her.

“Uh, uh.”

There are many sounds within Mistwoods, most not to be followed after. This sound however was not from a mistborn, it had more familiar edge and gravity to it so Ogata thought he might as well take a look.

“ ....thought so”, Ogata mumbles as he walk further on his small porch. It’s Makoto. Last time he saw her was in completely different circumstances, having turned into a cat and all.

 He sits down, folding his legs as he does.

Welcome back!

A howl definitely escaped his throat as he saw Makoto near the Atlantic Edge, practically bounding up on all fours out of sheer excitement as he saw someone he knew. As much as he was just more than willing to fight just any ol’ person here, it would be even better to be able to share that experience with people he knew!

“Makoto! MAKOTOOOOOWOOOOO!”

“Have you seen it!? Have you seen what we can do!?” He gestures manically to the Atlantic Edge set up. Walking over to the table of costume parts, he gestures her over.

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Weaponmaster

The scent of the moon stared at Makoto for several, long moments. Hard eyes giving a very obvious appraisal as the silence started to hang pointedly after the beastkin’s exclamation.

“Yes, I suppose you are in quite good shape. All things considered.”

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@bigbangsmasher​ said: [ cook ]

** platonic / familial actions.

The kitchen space in the castle was vast, especially considering how infrequently it was really used. Crow sat on a raised chair by one of the islands central to the large room, watching the beastkin.

It might seem odd to have someone at your own home preparing food rather than them cooking for you in their own house, but the hunter was ever loathe to prepare her own food. She was aware- at least in part- that it was a bizarre standard to hold and it wasn’t even something she could easily explain. So it was something she rarely spoke of, remaining in stubborn silence and spending far too much time and money on food procured outside the castle. 

 “I didn’t know you could cook.”

“I used to have someone for that, but... The city is the city. A shame for a number of reasons, he was quite skilled and now this room sees little use.” Not to mention the constant battle that was the maintenance of this place.

“I’ve tried hiring people you know, for the castle in general. But few seem interested and rarely do prospective candidates return more than once.” The only ones who hung around were other strays. “Do you think it’s me? I’d like to make this place more welcoming.” She leaned her face into her hands, watching Makoto.