Welcome to Gaia! ::

"I've been well, thank you."

He smiled as she came over, a piece of known in all the new unknowness that was this place. As he went to return a bow to the young woman, he couldn't help but notice that her shirt wasn't buttoned completely. He gulped at little, and it was obvious when his face turned bright red. He coughed a little to clear his throat, and glanced around a bit to try and keep his gaze away from her.

"I-it is.....rather quiet. Unfortunately, I was a bit lost before I found my way here...."

He coughed again, and scratched a bit at the end of his nose with his right arm.

"E-ended up in a rather.....interesting p-place...."

((Don't leave right away, I have a character that I'm introducing.))

Konosuke gave the redhead plenty of room to walk by, as much as he could give. After seeing some of the women around these parts, Red looked over dressed, but still, he felt a need to try and give her some space.

Finding it ironic that she said she wasn't one for babbling, and yet here she was hardly allowing a word in edgewise, Kono decided not to speak what he was thinking.

"Ja mate, Red-san."

He bowed lightly to her as she came back down the stairs and tried to find the other way out, apparently. He glanced about, trying to figure out where to head next. Having a room to stay in, instead of a camp outside, would probably be better, especially during rainy nights.

His lone eye spotted a tall young woman walking around, pure white like a ghost, seeming to know where she was going. He blinked, and quickly moved after her, his wooden sandles clicking on the floor, his empty left sleeve of his yukata flapping a little.

"Ano, sumimasen....." Clearing his throat, he switched back to english. "Excuse me Miss.....perhaps you could help me? I was told that there were rooms one could stay in, if they wished?"

::Unks was sitting at the bar in the orion but then used the instantanious movement to come to the soul fountain to see if Iccolo was here. He cocentraited on one of the energy levels in the building and found himself in the libray standing next to the one armed samurai. Unks smiled at him and bowed to him in greeting.

"Konichiwa Konosuke, how are you this evening?"

::Unks looked up and saw the other person in the white cloak and blinked his ice blue eyes a few times before he looked back to the samurai. He heard him about a room and smiled to him.

"Not to intrude, but I can show you where the rooms are. We've. . . ."

The saiya-jin stopped speaking as the woman told him where the rooms were. Unks nodded his head in agreement and watched as he left to go to his room. Unks then turned his attention back to the woman::

"You seem to know your way around here."

(Edited)

::The saiya-jin had an odd look on his face. This woman was a lot like Red, she kept to herself, and seemed to cop and attitude. Unks shrugged and moved closer to her and looked at what she was looking at. He smiled slightly::

"Well when you say mistress, and you know your way around here it is safe to say your a friend of my wife Epithany."

She turned the page and was that much closer to finishing the book. It didn't take much time for her to read through it all, but she had been idle long enough to stiffen considerably. Her tail swayed to and fro slowly through the chair's opening between the seat and the shoulders as her eyes raced through each sentence with a disinterested demeanor. Sitting completely erect, she was the poster child of good posture and her glasses provided the image of a very attractive librarian trapped within her own literary world. This wasn't her library though and she was certainly no librarian.

The hardback book supported in her right palm had an illustrated cover of green meadows, blue skies, and white clouds. On the front was a solitary fox, staring at the reader with a look of mischievous curiosity about it; its white underbelly gleaming in the unseen sun while its feet lay hidden in the soft cool grasses of the plain. Aptly titled "Mysteries of the Fox," it contained a plethora of base knowledge about the canid gathered from various countries the world over. Most of what she read appeared to be none other than simple folklore generated by the incompetent minds of humans who perceived the kitsune race as mystical figment of their imagination in the early ages.

The properties of vulpines were discussed either as scholarly analysis, childhood fairy tales, or urban myths. Despite all of this however, the information provided was enough that one might be able to actually classify breeds of kitsune if they sat down and evaluated certain traits and abilities. She found her findings intriguing in that manner as she believed kitsune to just be a breed of humanoid. Of course if one wished to be stubborn, or specific, even humans could be split into subcategories based of physical structure.

Which was she though? Chinese. Japanese. Irish. African. Indian. Should she care to find out, there were definitely a few tests that would prove instantly where she lie among the classes of foxes. At the same time though, nothing she read really would be sufficiently more important than anything she already possessed. Further, there were certain abilities she may be better off knowing for her own sake.