2nd Tail - Original Recipe Kitsune

[whatthefoxsay]

Kira could be thankful that when she ended up in the forest, she had her katana with her. Maybe she would have been able to defend herself without it, but she didn't want to think about having to try.

On the first day, she spends most of her time keeping her distance from others, confused by how some of them seem inclined to steer clear of her in turn. By the second day she's to encounter Allison, and with a better understanding of what's going on, she spends the rest of her time trying to search for other benevolent souls and protect them. When she encounters people she believes are good or in need of protection, Kira teaches them a kanji that they can use to indicate they have been in contact with her.

When necessary she tries to pretend she's the nogitsune. She doesn't want to hurt - she hates the idea of having to kill - but she's prepared to defend herself if she has to. When she can, she runs unless forced to fight. She just wants to make it through however long it'll take to get safely back to the barge.

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day one?

[150th]

A darting shape trails curiously behind Kira for a few hours, making no sound. It's quick - turn your head to look, and it might not be there at all.

[whatthefoxsay]

The white blur has caught Kira's eye more than a few times; she simply thought the creature was a local animal that was tracking her.

But it's been stalking her for quite a while, and finally the kitsune decides to turn the tables.

She finds a tree that looks like it might have reasonable cover, secures her katana at her side, and lays down to feign sleep.

Kitsune are tricksters, after-all.

[150th]

Sure enough, this lures Mewtwo out - as soon as Kira goes still, its curiosity gets the better of it and it floats over and loops upside down to peer at her face. This is a new human!

[whatthefoxsay]

Almost simultaneously, Kira's eyes - her golden, glowing eyes - flare as they open and her hand reaches up, seizing the little creature around the trunk of its little (furry?) body.

Sitting up, she peers at it as the glow in her eyes dulls, and instinctively she brings up her other hand to hold it more securely, and more comfortably for Mewtwo.

"Who're you?" Just because it looks like the most precious kitten Kira has ever seen doesn't mean it isn't evil.

[150th]

Mewtwo cheeps, high-pitched and surprised. It is indeed fuzzy, covered in soft, smooth fur down to its clawless paws.

It is also wiggling a great deal, until the grip becomes more comfortable. Then it sits back on its haunches and blinks big, rounded purple eyes.

"Mew?"

[whatthefoxsay]

Kira's immediate urge is to start cooing and petting, and that's probably exactly what she'd do if she wasn't in the middle of Murder Fantasy Island.

"I'm going to put you down." Kira says solemnly to the cat-creature. "And I'm going to bank on you not turning into a monster with ginormous claws who wants to eat me. Or trying to steal my breath. Okay?"

Without any ado, she settles Mewtwo on her lap, tense as if expecting the creature to suddenly try to eat her face.

[150th]

"Meww?"

Why would it do that?

Mewtwo starts hovering again as soon as it is let go, and shakes itself briefly as if drying itself out. Grabbed! Interesting, but perhaps avoid in the future!

It doesn't take off and vanish, just flies in lazy loops and waves a front paw in greeting. It knows language, even if it can't really speak it. Hello! It thought you were sleeping!

[whatthefoxsay]

Kira's mouth forms a little 'o'.

The kitty is flying. It's a flying kitty. And it's waving at her.

She peers at it incredulously.

"Do you understand me? Mew twice if you can understand me."

Of course, if it didn't understand her it may mew twice anyway, but Kira's trying to keep things simple.

[150th]

"Mewmew."

It nods, for good measure, and drifts from side to side in the air. Humanspeak isn't so difficult.

Day 1

[maced_eggs]

Sitting up in a tree is Mason.

He's a warden now, and part of the Mirror Barge, but he might not be as bad as some of the others. Comparatively speaking.

He grins down at Kira, a bottle in one hand. His pack's long since been abandoned.

"Hello, my darling."

[surfaceshine]

This isn't Dean's favorite environment, not by a long shot, but it's not one he's completely helpless in. Once he'd have been even kind of in his element, stalking along any trails he finds with a hunting rifle, his pack over one shoulder, alert for any sign of his quarry. He'd always been a hunter. The prey didn't change that so much.

He doesn't have a rifle, now, just his ivory-handled Colt for appearances sake. It makes for a good distraction if anyone tries to attack him, gives him the moment he needs to get the upper hand if he didn't have it already. So many people will focus on such a weapon and ignore that he doesn't even need it at all, anymore.

He seems harmless enough. Certainly more approachable than the version she may have seen around her own Barge here and there. He's also not exactly hiding, but neither does he seem to be actively searching for anything.

[whatthefoxsay]

Kira turns, looking up at Mason and trying to be casual about shading her eyes with her hand as she looks up at him. She won't know which side his on without further engagement. But at least she knows who he is.

"Mason." she says, with careful neutrality. "What do you want?"

[whatthefoxsay]

As with all the others, there's no real way to tell if Dean is on the side of the angels. The fact that he appears to be actively hunting doesn't sit well with her, and for the moment she assumes it's best to appear as the nogitsune. Or whatever she thinks the nogitsune must be like.

She keeps her distance, staying within the brush line as she watches him proceed. She knows she won't be able to keep up being hidden from him - he has all the earmarks of a good hunter.

[whatthefoxsay]

"Holy crap." Kira's eyes go huge. "Let's just operate on one for no and two for yes. Are you from my barge? I'm pretty sure I'd have seen you before if you were, but you may have kept yourself hidden."

Of course, on Mew's Barge, Kira is the nogitsune, and she feeds on pain and chaos and strife. Not so inclined to appreciate a cute little kitten.

[150th]

Her Barge? Is it hers?

It doesn't mew, just makes a curious whine. It's so new here, it doesn't know how to answer!

[maced_eggs]

Pausing to take a drink, Mason leans his head against the trunk of the tree, one leg swinging lazily back and forth.

"Nothing in particular. Jus' curious. What've you got for us today?"

2nd day.

[walkthedarkpath]

Vergil had been searching for someone else when he stepped out of a line of trees. The half demon was all of six foot two, which shocking white hair that contrasts the black and brown leather he is wearing. His hand rested on the hilt of the katana he had been using of late.

He was not really sure where the one he was looking for was, but he still kept walking.

Day two!

[changeitroundsome]

Facilier is certainly not a benevolent soul, but he's good at pretending he is. He's been doing the best he can, food wise, stretching out his supplies, moving on as often as he can, keeping clear of that damn wall.

But his powers aren't what they used to be, and he's not especially strong enough physically to protect himself from attack. He knows, eventually, he'll have to find someone gullible enough to help him, should he run into trouble.

He found Kira, which in his mind, was close enough. Still, he's cautious, he doesn't know if she's lost her mind or not, his shadow flits around him, giving away the nervousness he doesn't show on his own features.

"Well, look who it is, 'bout time I ran into a friendly face."

[surfaceshine]

Dean is most definitely not on the side of the angels. He was quite literally supposed to be, once, but he's still not altogether sure that would have worked out any better for him in the long run. At least this way he had a choice that left him able to gain power, to be something other than a burnt out, useless husk after his purpose was served.

God, he hates supernaturals.

Indeed, she doesn't escape his notice for long. He is hunting, because that was what he once did, that was his career, that was his breath and his life, and it serves him well here. Dean pauses, his back straightens to his full height, and his eyes narrow as he searches visually for the giveaway, for what will tell him who - or what - he feels watching him. (He can hear her pulse.)

"Come on out."

2nd day

[lydiascreams]

[When Lydia arrives at Allison's hideout, she's surprised to see Kira there. She makes her way toward the other girl instantly, not sure which version of her she is, but trusting Allison's instincts to know she's good.

It's really hard to imagine Kira as anything else. Lydia may have a darker past where she's made bad choices but Kira just offered to jump in and help a group of near strangers to save someone's life. Someone who she barely even knew at the time. Like Scott, to Lydia, Kira is one of those inherently good people.]

Hey. [She smiles, tiredly but sincerely.]

It's good to see you.

day 2

[versusnurture]

[Abigail's had decent enough dealings with Kira before. She's not totally useless, and she creates some interesting chaos. Abigail would even consider them friends, as much as she has friends anymore. So when she comes across her on the second day, she offers a vaguely welcoming smile and leans against a tree for balance.]

Any luck so far? I think I have something stuck in my shoe.

[whatthefoxsay]

Kira takes note of the tone. Poor thing. But at least they've established a simple means of communication.

"Okay. Let's back this up. Are you from the Barge?"

[whatthefoxsay]

Kira still can't tell whose side Mason's on, she decides to play it neutral. Or she tries, anyway.

Folding her arms in front of her chest, she leans against a tree trunk and regards him with what she hopes appears to be idle interest.

"I wasn't aware that it was my job to keep you entertained."

[semifreakingnormal]

He sees her armor - her aura, he reminds herself, even though it's easier to think of the former description first - from a distance, and breathes a sigh of relief. It would be different if she wasn't herself, wouldn't it? But it looked just the same as it did in Derek's flat. It looks strong, and good, and reliable. Familiar.

He runs to her, dropping to all fours to cross a long open clearing, to stay low in the tall grass - but by the time he comes to wear he last saw her, he gets to his feet again: the sideburns fade, hes ears curve, and his eyes are brown again. He could keep the wolf-o-vision on, it would be easier to find her, but - well. In what universe is someone with glowing red eyes not unsettling?

"Kira?"

He keeps his voice soft, in case anyone else is around.

Day 2

[voluntaryapnea]

She's the one person on the Barge he tries the hardest to avoid. The nogitsune is terrifying, even to a werewolf. It feeds on chaos and pain and strife and it doesn't care who it's feeding from. It's unlike anything he's ever seen or even heard of.

When he sees her, he ducks behind a tree, pressing himself back against it and cursing himself for being so stupid.