I did not sign up for this.

[obviously the first thing he says and greets everyone with is his desire to not be part of any of this charade, much less when he has other things in mind which take precedence.]

[or when his head aches so much. but that’s neither here nor there.]

[as a matter of fact, he is not here to make friends; he doesn’t want them. but he would very well like to get some information out of these group of people who have been here for a longer time than him. a very important thing was to show that he was, in no way, incapacitated. he could hold his liquor, thank you very much. he couldn’t quite manage very well afterwards, though.]

To a place with no soba.

[and thus his priorities are currently skewered. what, expecting much from the guy with a lousy hangover?]

The hell is wrong with this place, ah?

[back to your regular programming as soon as he's not suffering post-drunk]

[Have a video feed of a kind of ugly cat, guys. It's off-white and scruffy, with torn up ears and a kink in its tail and one eye -- but somehow kind of cute anyway. And it's pretty bloated -- it's either wormy or pregnant, and it's trying to get into Kanda's lap as he sits on the front steps of the apartment building in Loki district.]

Turns out if you feed strays, they keep coming back.

Who likes cats? She's due soon.

[The feed opens to a mostly empty street, last few rays of the sun catching the coat of a healthy and impressive-looking black horse. It makes a rather loud noise and moves around in a tight circle; the movements are a little hesitant and stilted, like a young foal learning to trot for the first time. the camera moves closer, and a gloved hand reaches out to calm it down.]

It's all right.

[it's a woman's voice, albeit rather rough - as if speaking wasn't something that happened often.

eventually the camera turns around to show a biker: yellow cat-eared helmet and a leather bodysuit. the head tilts slightly to one side before a gloved finger lifts to turn the feed off.]


[ooc: if anyone's out and about on the streets, feel free to notice her riding around town and action it up! ask, and she might let you hop on. C:]

[ A slightly exasperated looking woman appears on the feed, arms folded and lips curled into a scowl. ]

This isn’t good. I can’t go back to the Young Miss, and she’s not going to be very pleased.

You, whoever’s listening. What is this god business all about? I refuse to be anyone else’s little servant. If they truly are gods, are they not capable of fixing this themselves?

And what’s this about powers? How unnecessary! What difference does it make? Humans are all really powerless, anyway — I hope none of you are fooling yourselves into thinking you’re anything except that. It would be rather embarrassing.

[ She is throwing a tantrum. OOPS. ]