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Sam hopped aside as the little cat sped by then she looked at Reven and smiled shyly, flushing abit she scratched her head, "Umm...I don't know. I don't have many clothes--Actually I don't have ANY clothes--"

The woman pursed her lips together as she tried to formulate a response, she never recieved a compliment before and she stammered for the right words. "I just wake up and shake off the sleep I guess."

Sam looked Reven up and down and smiled, elbowing him in the chest playfully she winked up at him and smiled, "You look good too."

Ryuk took her hand and shook it, "Hello Charlie, my name is Ryuk, its a pleasure to meet you." He took his hand back and scratched the cats ears. "i wouldnt be mad at this fella, im sure he didnt know, they like shiny things. Isnt that right?" He asked the Neko-girl with a smile on his face. He turned also to the other two girls, "Hello, its a pleasure to meet you both, my name is Ryuk." He said with his signature smile.

Gallant awoke as the rays of morning filtered through the clear and clean windows into the crowded and homey room. In a tumble of soft,gold-coloured egyptian cotton bedsheets and a down-filled duvet, the well-sculpted form of Gallant Gold heart threw aside the covers in a gesture reminiscent of a king brushing aside his cape. He got out of bed with an energy unseen by even the most admittent morning person and went about his daily routine.

By daily routine, he traveled to the bathroom in his silk robe. He made sure to put on his exfoliant and cleansing mask and had a nice hot shower. He used moisturising, lavender scented body wash on a purple loufa to clean his perfect skin. Rose shampoo, made for long, fine, silky smooth hair went next, followed by a matching conditioner. He stepped out of the bath and dried his hair. He left, again in his silk robe, and went to his room, making a big show of selecting his clothes from his wardrobe despite the fact that noone could see through the closed door. He had a pair of long, form-fitting kakhi's with a pair of brown leather belts crossed around his waist. His shirt was a thin, long-sleeved black cotton article of clothing with the fleurs de lee printed on the right shoulder and patterned designs sewed at random intervels for embelishments. He tied the skull hankercheif around his neck and pulled his fingerless gloves on his arms. With a flip of his hair he was ready for breakfeast.

The first meal of the day consisted of maple suger oatmeal with strawberries and a cup of Temple of Heaven Gunpowder green tea. He took his time, enjoying every bite as he leisurely read his copy of A Strange Manuscript Found in a Copper Cylinder. It was an odd sort of book filled with mystery and action, just his kind of thing.

When he was done, he packed his lunch and grabbed his pre-packed bag. The articles inside were far too numerous to list, but consisted of notebooks, pens (both blue and pink), course books, a lock, 3 fake roses, a tiny wrench, an emergency sewing kit, three small screwdrivers, a cloth, a safe waterbottle made of an interestingly textured metal, and various other odds and ends. He glanced over his instruments, deciding to stick to bringing his flute along with him. As he breezed past his mirror and night table, he grabbed one of the roses, the real roses, that he kept in a vase by the door, his other hand grabbed his schedule. His key was in his cargo style pockets.

Once he felt he was ready he exited the door and made his way downstairs just in time to see a girl chasing a cat. He grinned. It was a great way to start his day.
"Goodmorning everyone! I trust you all slept well!" Gallant projected his voice into the first floor foyer. He was chipper and bright as the early morning sky with a light bounce in his step as he came of the last stair.

((i dunno i think we are just in a big circle lol))

((lol, ive like introduced myself to everyone but they are all ignoring me lol))

Emille sluggishly pulled himself into the cafeteria and flung himself onto a table after receiving a tray. He wasn't especially hungry, but he needed the energy as he only slept for about an accumulated 3 hours before he had to rush off, being in his position made it rather hard to sleep through the night when you could feel and see every spirit within the vicinity and he had to guide them all to their respective afterlives. "For the love of divine deities...why do so many people not know how to guide themselves off? There had to be at least 73 people guided tonight alone...never have I had to endure such whining...and then they all have the nerve to ASK ME what's beyond the gate, how the hell should I know? I'm still alive...well, mostly." he complained to himself as he looked at the two markings on his wrist that contained the two fairies. His mortal body acted as a sort of portal for them to go from their world and this one as he looked at them glow for a moment before he pulled his sleeves down. "Oh shut up, you two, you actually got a full night's sleep..." a psychopomp's job was never done so long as death was a factor, and with so much live being born into this world, death would always come to claim them at some point...it was a depressing fact to think of this early in the morning, but he should've been used to it by now.

((Errm, your character and Charlie are away from us, because you walked over to her, please try not to mess up the setting it's very confusing. Reven get's very uneasy in too large of groups, which is why he didn't try to conversate with Charlie, or tell her to come over when he told her you had the cat.))

"That's not really a fair challenge." Reven said slightly embarrassed. "You two are both very attractive females, and would cause me to slow down to stay behind you." He explained laughing slightly. He knew he couldn't beat a half-neko and Lycan, and really didn't want to lose to them. He looked at Sam as he spoke the first time, then at Kit the second. He didn't realize just how stunning Sam really was earlier, but Kit still was stunning as well, they were just the same, only in different ways. Kit was outrageously cute and pretty, Sam was really Hot and sexy, although Reven didn't pay attention to the sexy part purposely, it was more instinctual, but he was afraid of sex. He had been anally raped in prison, and didn't want to put that pain into a woman, he figured it'd be the same pain, but most of his pain was psychological, and he really didn't understand intercourse very well.