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Marcus, staring at the earth user, answers his question with this one phrase,"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't."Then Marcus walked into Broken Corner, looking around a bit to see what happened here. Marcus muttering to himself,"I wonder what happened here, the place looks abandoned, maybe the cause is still here."

"...Eh-ko-noh-mick-downfall? Oh why um, sure. YES! That was probably it. I don't know really. Maybe. Why are you looking at me like that?" Her scratching slowed to a stop. It was fairly visible to see that her long toenails were encrusted with all manner of unknown filth.

As if having a thought that it was something to do with her improper hygiene, she started to chew her toenails off. A few of her teeth were crooked, like a child who had yet to grow new teeth. The nails on her slight hands were cleaner but that was because she barely had any, they were bitten down pretty far except for the pinkies that she used to open people's mail and pick earwax from her ear or other people's ears when they were sleeping. It made good material for presenting the illusion of scrambled eggs, breakfast in bed...

Junyuu was a creature who never stopped moving or fidgeting in some way, even when she was speaking or in the midst of company. Her face scrunched up from her busy toe-gnawing activity was particularly mischievous looking. This was not the face on wanted to see in a fragile antique shop. "I heard that this place was haunted. You know, I eavesdrop sometimes. On accident of course. There's ghosts here they say, but who died? Eh."

"By my age? Why of course-- because they'd be too dead to bite their nails. I, however, am quite alive." Being protected by an unseen layer of fat and fur, the poke made her giggle. It probably was jiggling too somewhere underneath. By touch, she was extremely soft like a plush toy filled with sand and fluff. She tittered between her sentences. "Tch-tch-tch! I agree though that I could use another dirt bath to keep the fleas and ticks at bay. Why, my hide is showing!"

She peered at a patch of skin on her hand where the layer of dirt on her body was thinning. Her rosy cheeks were also bare, as sweat had long since washed it from her face. Without so much as an ounce of shame she began inspecting her own body this way and that way, twisting, turning, and looking. The creature was stirring up a bit of dust as she moved. "Too much work. I think I'll... yes... this'll work..."

After licking her palms sloppily, she patted them into the dirt then smeared her hands over the places that were almost clean.

"Ohohohohohoho! I am a tanuki. How about you two? What manner of oddities are you? I've never seen such folks before. Or maybe I have. I have a terrible memory..."

With the tanuki asking him who he was, he would answer her question with what he says."I am just a traveler, my name is of no importance until then, I'm also here to investigate this area and the whereabouts of the civilians of the town."

In truth he was shocked at the amount of muck that such a small creature could accumulate, and as the shook like a dog, he raised his cloak so not to get covered in it himself. Which when he thought if threw was actually humorous on his part and kind of foolish, it seems human had worn off on him.
Theordac one again had to listen very closely to make sense of the craziness that came from the girl’s mouth, he swore he was only making out half of it.
Theordac shook his head, he never carried food, after all he didn't eat anything "Sorry i have nothing for you" he said with a shrug of his shoulders.

Shaken and bedraggled, Freon shook himself awake. Things were dark around him, so he slowly manipulated his pupils into dilating to 5 times their normal size, allowing him to see his surroundings. He was slouched over a barrel, apparently. He read the label upside-down. Wine. 'How typical' he thought. Before pushing himself off the barrel, to land, 5 feet down, onto a sack of flour. He was in a cellar of some sort. He looked around. 'Quite a variety they have here.' He thought. He was just noticing the scope of the cellar he was in. "Jesus atheist CHRIST! Where did I end up this time? The storage facility of a run-down winery now? I really wish I knew how I ended up in these bizarre places. At least there aren't bodies with half their flesh missing all around the place...." He paused, looking towards where he woke up. "Note to self: Don't check inside that particular barrel of fermented grape juice." He shuddered, imagining its contents.

He got up, and dusted himself off. 'Clothes aren't nearly as ripped as the last time. Good sign.' He thought, as he walked around, searching for an exit. He found one, a near blinding shimmer of light going from the cracks in the cellar doors. He contracted his pupils into their normal size, and opened the cellar doors, stumbling a bit on the upper step. He caught his balance, and looked around at his surroundings. "Not familiar at all. Great. I guess I'll have to start over... again. Why does this ALWAYS happen to me?" He said to himself. He slumped against the wall next to him and began practicing his flesh manipulation on his right hand, elongating his nails, sharpening them, then retracting them into their normal form.

Freon's attention snapped to the couple of people walking. His ears extra sensitive due to his body manipulation. He quickly ordered himself into his normal form, and stood up. 'Two people... One notices me... the other... is... an unknown variable.' He thought to himself. He decided that nothing good would come from deceit, especially since he had been noticed. He walked in the direction of the strangers, unconsciously wrapping his fingernail around his left index finger. He noticed it, and slapped his hand, which clipped the fingernail down to normal size, the fingernail melting into his hand. He shuddered. "Damned powers. Never know what'll 'appen with them next." He grumbled. He walked until he was within sight of the two, and then slumped against a building's corner, and waved. "Hey mates, might'cha know where the bloody 'ell we be?" In a slow, british drawl.