whatthefoxsay | 2nd Tail - Original Recipe Kitsune

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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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."

Kira is as wary as he is. Facilier may be a familiar face, but a lot of faces are familiar in this place, and the person is completely different. Add to the fact that she doesn't exactly know whether to trust the man under normal conditions, and assessing him is made that much harder.

So while not bothering to try and disappear back into the greenery, Kira keeps a little space between them, and her body tense, prepared for motion.

"Is that what we are? Friendly?"

He notes her body language, and keeps a respectful distance, partly to put her at ease, and partly for his own safety. He raises his hands, palms out, showing he's unarmed.

"'Less you're one of those mirror folks out to kill me, then I'd say so."

"I'm not particularly inclined to kill anyone." Kira replies, adding just in case, "It's kind of a waste of resources."

She stares at him pointedly. "You think just because you've got no visible weapons I'm going to assume you're not dangerous? You can do magic."

"Well, there we are, ain't no threat to one another at all."

He grimaces a little, this is still a touchy subject for him.

"Ain't got as much as I used to, what with bein' an inmate and all. 'Sides, all I've managed to make up is a couple healing salves."

For himself. But if they can be used as bartering tools, so be it.

Kira doesn't need them, but she can see how they would be useful. "You keeping them for trade?" she asks with cautious interest.

She considers telling him about the survivor group that's been gathered, but information in this place can also be for barter. She's not prepared to trust Facilier.

"So what is it you want from me in particular?"

"If needs be," he gestures around them. "While we're stuck here for who knows how long, a little something like that might be in handy."

A pause, a tip of the hat.

"Of course, and to heal folk who might need it, too."

Like himself. She's wise not to trust him. He gives a small shrug.

"Not after a thing, darlin', just passin' through, and was glad to come across someone I at least recognised wasn't out to end my sorry life."

"Like I said. It's a waste."

Kira studies him from that careful distance. "Go on then," she says, chin tilting in a random direction. "Pass through."

He pauses, just a moment, weighing up how useful she could be. He knows in his current state he can't do anything to her, but that doesn't mean he can't put feelers. For the future.

"Passin' through, then," another tip of the hat as he walks by. "'Course, should you need anythin', please feel free to give me a holler. We gotta look out for out own."

"And how exactly do you figure I'm included in 'our own'?" she asks curiously despite herself.

"You mean from the same Barge?" To be honest, she has no way to tell if he is or not.

"Well, from what I can tell, those other barge folks are huntin' down us," he raises his hands of finger quotes, "infiltrators. Payin' a lot per head, from that message. Seen as you ain't tried to part me with mine, and I ain't got any desire of partin' you from yours, I got to come to the conclusion we're on the same side."

"We might have similar interests. Similar motives." Kira says cautiously, "But that doesn't make us on the same side."

She absently takes note of the fact that Facilier has the creepiest fingers ever, adding, "But you're right, I'm not going to take your head, or turn you over to those that would. Just...keep on going."

She's not entirely prepared to bring him into the group of folk she and Allison are trying to gather. He's just too...tricksy.

"True, our sides are often our own, times like these."

He'll always look out for number one, always. He is indeed, a creepy-fingered tricksy fellow, and with a small smile and a nod of his head, he does as she asks, and moves on. Not causing any trouble here.

2nd Tail - Original Recipe Kitsune

Day two!

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