Welcome to Gaia! ::

((the bar was moved after being payed off to move it there... stare why are you bothering me now? besides, the paranormal activity was only me trying to gain entrance into the taxi and then Omki blowing it up. DAMN YOU KYRRE DAMN YOU!!! xd ah well, I shall deal. ))

((WAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! I have class again tonight! And one of you are on now!))

Neko walked down the streets of NYC garbed....uniquely. Well, for her she was. She was wearing an over large sweater/sweatshirt in a dark green color with large, black sweat pants. The sweater had a nood where her hair, currently black and braided, was pooled, and she was wearing a black baseball hat facing backwards. Her feet were shod in sensible balck sneakers, another rare for her, and she was listening to music, or at least, she had headpohnes over her human ears. Her eyes were a dark brown too, making her look alomst Asian. She almost looked like a guy too, except for the fact that the crve of her chest was still quite noticeable.

The reason for this outfit, Neko really didn't know. She had found it randomly in ehr closet and had decided to wear soemthing differecnt for a change. She felt like doing a lot of things differently since Mae had died, but one thing remain the same; she still put others before herself, and thus, the unconcious reason for the outfit.

She felt horrible about the impression she had given Tsunami and wanted to apologize (again) to her. Too bad she was nowhere to be seen. She wanted to talk to Cal as well, but no luck there either. She sighed.

She continued to walk down the street, and hummed a line of the song she was listening to.

"Matchmaker, matchmaker
Make me a match.
Find me a find,
Catch me a catch."

::Myyth wandered down another city street smelling the air and keeping an eye out for, well just about anyone. Last night had been bad. The bar had moved and she still haden't found it. The city was crawling with gov't types, trying to blend in, and the Demons had been out hunting.

Myyth growled with frustion as another lead turned into a dead end. She walked off down a new street and kept looking for the bar. Myyth had over heard a few members of the demonic population talking, and it turned out Mae was dead. Myyth was geatly saddened by the news, but she would mourn when she had time, and that wasn't now. Squaring her shoulders against the wind she turned into a darkend ally and vannished.::

::Myyth leaves the ally and looks about, she doesn't want to have to deal with any Lycan-hateing demons right now. She pulls some chips out of her coat and starts munching::

::smiles:: Hey long time no see!! A few things are up with me, and the bar has moved somewhere. Did you hear about Mae?

::Gives him a blank look:: You didn't hear? Mae is dead. One of the hunters killed him. And whoever has the bar now moved it. So I've been wandering around all night, and dogeing gov't types and Demons.

((I have to go. Dinner))

Philimous walks sluggishly around the city, his claws finally back in place. He had just come from the graveyard, so tears were still wet on his face.

His brother.....the brother Mae never knew as more than a friend.....Philimous was furious, and he would have his recompence in time...it was just a matter of time now....