paixaorpg | A little black kitten in a big wide world [Active]

Character(s): Shihouin Yoruichi and Kazama Souji
Content: Yoruichi wakes up outside the Vanaheim gate. Panic ensues.
Setting: The general Vanaheim area
Time: Mid-afternoon
Warnings: None to speak of?

When she had fallen asleep, Yoruichi had been curled up atop a stack of cardboard boxes in Kisuke's back room, for a reason she really wasn't sure of except that she felt like it.

When she woke up, however, it was not in Kisuke's back room, or any other part of the Urahara Shoten, for that matter. No, as she stretched out her body and opened her eyes, she found herself outside. Outside, in fact, of a large gate that appeared to be flanked by fruit trees, with a small throng of people standing in front. Blinking slowly, she took to her feet, taking a slow and careful look around. Her eyes remained ever drawn to the line of people, so she padded forward, slipping through gaps and darting around ankles.

It wasn't long before she stood in front of the gate itself. She had not taken one step towards it, though, before a loud voice boomed from overhead.

"Your name?"

She looked up at the man who must be a guard with dry, feline indifference. Couldn't he see that she's just a little black cat strolling by? She wondered briefly if he wasn't talking to her but the stern gaze, looking almost impatient, clarifies that. So she did what any little black cat would do under such interrogation.

"Mya?"

It wasn't expressly a question, as most cats do not have an inquisitive tone as such, but she couldn't help it from slipping in a bit. The guard paused, stared at her a bit longer, then shifted a bit before extending his arm with what appeared to be a journal of some sorts in his hand. She looked at it, that same disinterested expression on her face, before looking up at him with a plain stare of, "And you expect me to do what with this?"

He just held it out, with that same vague irritation, as if she was holding things up.

Resigning herself, she carefully took the object in her teeth. It's lighter than she expected, and with her most unnatural strength, she manages to hold it aloft. The guard looked away, as if satisfied, and she began to walk forwards again, this time unimpeded. The city before her stretched on, massive and completely mysterious. There is much exploring to be had, she knows, but there is another pressing matter, pressing on her tongue, in fact. Her first priority is to investigate the device the guard gave her, find out exactly what it does.

At the first alley she found, she ducked in, darting into the shadows where the eyes of passers by couldn't see too clearly. She's a little black cat with many secrets, and it's far too early to show them off. Setting the device down onto the ground in front of her, she knocked it open with her paw, and was mildly surprised. It was an electronic device, appearing to be a computerized journal of sorts. Handy, she thought to herself. So, with little better to do, she started to find out just how good her paws were at typing.

Thirty minutes, a dozen typos, and more than a little frustration later, she was done typing, managing to make a mostly intelligible post in the journal. Now, though, she was faced with another choice. Keep carrying the journal in her mouth, which was not entirely fun, leave it behind, with would leave her without contact through it, or take to her true form and risk being seen naked by half the inhabitants of the city.

In the end, she decided on a mix of the first and third. Picking up the journal in her mouth again, she darted off into the city streets and kept her eyes firmly open for any store that seemed to have clothing.

This would be a long day.

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He'd also arrived only a short while ago, but a few years spent watching out for his life all the time had forced him to become almost maniacally observant. So he'd spent his first few hours in Paixao scouting his immediate surroundings, absorbing in as much information as he could. The most disturbing thing he'd found was the fact that every single non-human supposedly living thing here - grass, trees, plants, animals - wasn't real.

So, of course, when he saw the cat come stalking through the gate, he'd started. Especially when he saw that it had a journal in its mouth. He'd been lurking in one of the alleyways just a bit away from the Vanaheim gates, wondering what do, when it caught his eye.

Without moving from his spot, he watched the cat dart across the streets, then into an alley. Drawing his rifle (thank god he had it), he squinted through the scope, watching the cat paw at the journal - was it actually typing? It was too dark to be sure, but, maybe, unless he was hallucinating, which was perfectly possible, seeing that he was supposed to be dead, anyway. ...He really didn't need this headache.

Slinging the gun back over his shoulder, he gave a sigh, then watched as the cat came ambling out of the shadows and back down the streets, towards where he was. It looked normal enough, but...hell, it wouldn't hurt to try. As it drew level with him, he dropped his own journal in its path, speaking in a low voice, just loud enough for the two of them to hear.

"You're not just a cat, are you?"

Hell, found already.

Yoruichi slowly lowered her head to set the journal down on the ground, next to the tall boy's. He towered over her significantly, and had a rifle slung over his shoulder, so this could get messy if she wasn't careful. Then again, he was probably human, and if he was, she could outrun him with ease.

With calculated apathy in her eyes, but calculating analysis actually her goal, she looked up at him. For a long moment, she just met his steely gaze, then opened her mouth in a cat's half-grin.

"Don't I look like one?" she scoffed in her rumbling, inexplicably masculine voice.

Well, to be honest, he hadn't expected to be right. He'd been expecting the cat to run off and to feel like an idiot, talking to an animal, but now that the cat spoke, he couldn't help but start. Slightly. A talking cat. With a much deeper voice than he could have ever anticipated. If this was hell, it certainly wasn't what he'd been expecting.

Leaning forward, he picked up his own journal, handling it somewhat disdainfully, his voice still lowered. "I saw you using this thing." Straightening up, he scrutinized the cat, his gaze matching hers in terms of calculated apathy. The gun was held loosely, without any signs of ill will.

A pause in his speech before he continued, hesitant, sounding rather incredulous about the entire situation. "Though I...did not expect to be right."

There was a distinct lack of malice around the man, killing intent nonexistent, so Yoruichi let herself relax. Slightly. One could never be too careful, and being on the run for, oh, 100 years left her a bit skittish, after all. Men with guns, and eyes that sharp, were often to be feared. Nothing but disinterest, though, seeped into her stare.

But then she chuckled, rough and deep. "I'm very unexpected," she said casually, throwing him a smug not-quite-grin.

Taking another lingering glance, she appraised him as probably being as bewildered as she was, but beggars couldn't be choosers. "Do you know what this place is?"

Paixao.” Frowning slightly, he pulled out an information brochure from the pocket of his jacket; it was the one the gate guards had waved at him when he entered the city. Though he’d read through in hopes that it would clarify some matters, it hadn’t helped all that much as to explain what exactly the city was. If anything, it had only served to confuse him further.

“A basic metropolitan, according to this.” Of course, it wasn’t that simple, he’d realized, after a bit of scouting around. “The people are strange, however. And there are no living things other than humans.”

Indeed, a few passerbys were throwing the two of them suspicious glances, a few whispering to each other behind their hands, which he tried his best to ignore. “No plants or animals.”

No plants or animals, hmm? That would make her disguise a little less effective; not that she needed it, if she was so far from home in this place called Paixao. It certainly sounded foreign enough.

"I had noticed the strangeness," she clucked, looking distastefully around with a look only her feline form could manage. "The guards aren't the most friendly, are they? Ah, but in any case, might I have a name before we converse further? For politeness, you see."

He hesitated for a moment at the question; he was, after all, a man with a considerable bounty on his head. But then again, this definitely wasn't Japan, and it wouldn't matter any more, now. "...Kazama."

Giving the cat a somewhat scrutinizing look, he added after a brief pause, "...and you would be?"

"Ah, my apologies," she said with a slight grin at his gaze. Humans would never cease to amuse her in dealings with this form; especially male ones, for some reason. "Yoruichi is my name."

She paused a moment, trying to decide where to go next in this conversation. Then a thought struck her. This Kazama could be useful.

"I don't suppose you have any ideas of where to go next, do you?"

Where to go next? He hadn't been considering that much, especially since it had been a while since he'd been in such a bustling place. The large number of people was making him somewhat nervous, too. But the city piqued his curiosity.

Answering Yoruichi's question with a shake of his head, he glanced down the street they were standing before. It seemed stricly normal, save for the overwhelming number of blonde-haired-blue-eyed people. Which was strange enough by itself. "...scout the city, perhaps."

Now, that was a course of action that would suit her just fine. True, she'd probably be much, much faster on her own, but if she could get a companion? Well, all the better to keep herself hidden from anything unsavoury in the area, wasn't it?

"Scouting? Mind a bit of company? I wouldn't mind a look around myself, you see."

He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the suggestion. He was rather accustomed to working on his own, without any partners, let alone an animal to accompany him... Still, maybe it wouldn't make a difference. Besies, something about the cat had continuously been bugging him; maybe it was the way it spoke and acted so much like a human.

"I do not mind. Do as you wish."

Grinning slightly again, Yoruichi took a few careful steps forward, pacing past Kazama and towards the alley's exit. Sweeping out with a paw in a very human gesture, she turned her head back to look at him.

"Lead the way?"

Starting a bit at the her gesture - that couldn't possibly be something an animal normally did, even if it were used to human company - he nodded, then moved forward, stalking past the cat and out into the streets.

A few stares from storekeepers and pedestrians were aimed in their direction, more specifically, at his gun and at her, but he ignored them, casting about the surroundings. There would be a lot to scout, here.

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