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“I’ve never seen so many kittens in one place.”
“Well duh. How often do you see a pride of lions?” Venix was actually sitting in the middle of them. Missing with the kittens. The mother was wary, but didn’t move to attack. “Aren’t they just adorable?”
The large cat rubbed her head against Lute’s hand. Causing Venix to smile as he watched. “I think she likes you.”
Pleased, Lute smiled at the lioness, petting it before crouching down in front of it and scratching behind its ears. “If so, the feeling is mutual,” Lute replied cheerfully.
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“I’ve never seen so many kittens in one place.”
“Well duh. How often do you see a pride of lions?” Venix was actually sitting in the middle of them. Missing with the kittens. The mother was wary, but didn’t move to attack. “Aren’t they just adorable?”
“Yes.” Lute’s vague reply clearly showed how much more focused she was on the animals, staring at them all. Eventually she decided to slowly approach the mother. “Magnificent…”
The mother looked at her, growling for a moment. Only to quickly stop. “Just be careful.” Venix cautioned, now watching his friend closely. They shouldn’t attack her as long as he’s here, provided Lute doesn’t do something stupid.
Lute rolled her eyes at the warning. “I’m not a fool, you know,” she muttered. At the growl she stopped, and when it ceased she waited a moment before resuming, slower than before, and tentatively outstretching her hand.
“I’ve never seen so many kittens in one place.”
“Well duh. How often do you see a pride of lions?” Venix was actually sitting in the middle of them. Missing with the kittens. The mother was wary, but didn’t move to attack. “Aren’t they just adorable?”
“Yes.” Lute’s vague reply clearly showed how much more focused she was on the animals, staring at them all. Eventually she decided to slowly approach the mother. “Magnificent...”
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“Not a fan of fighting uphill.” He tells her before hurrying off. She seems competent enough so he won’t worry about her. The fog should be enough to cover his movements, after all moving without being seen was one of his best skills.
Lute didn’t waste any time watching as he went his own way, quite happy to continue on her own - even if he was planning on helping. Distract them, she could certainly do that, and more. They’d been certainly interested enough in her fire spells, so as she advanced towards the summit she weaved more flames as she went, both ahead and above. While catching one’s eye, may as well make a show, no? She hadn’t done much of it before but still managed to shape the flames here and there, making odd patterns.
“Your words are true, Miss Lute. However, I must say - the system of classification is just that - a method to quickly find out the source and nature of an opponent’s power. I am gifted with magical power, yes, but I am no mage - I do not delve into the study of magic beyond my field, but simply learn to use my power in new ways and with more strength with less effort. The principle behind my attacks remains the same - it is always wind magic. Hence, knowing what nature of magic my opponent wields, if any, will suffice in that aspect that I might know how to use what I have against them.”
“Then again, I doubt those are the answers you seek. Perhaps I might introduce you to a true dabbler in the arts of the arcane, that they might better answer your questions than I?”
“I see,” Lute replied dully, failing to mask her disappointment. Fascinating beings were certainly one thing, but describing such a limited interest in learning only what obviously and directly benefits made her own interest in this fellow’s personality plummet. What time had she for those who didn’t recognise the worth of all knowledge?
“They may not be the answers I was asking for, but it’s certainly telling of other factors I care to know,” she said flatly, half-mumbling to herself. “Oh, but in any case... If you do know someone more acquainted with the ways of the magic you use, I would most certainly like to meet them.”
“Well that was a waste of time. Perhaps the rumor was false, then?” Lunasa was talking to herself at this point. It’s not like the girl wanted anything to do with her in the first place.
Or maybe not? When Lute had asked her question, the poltergeist girl turned to face her once more and responded.
“There should be a food bazaar around here somewhere. Do you want me to escort you, miss I Don’t Know?”
“Yes, please. That would be greatly appreciated.” More focused on completing her task here and getting back to whatever she’d been up to previously was top of her priority list, to the point that Lute didn’t remember or care what the prior task was - nor did she register that clear prompt at introducing herself for a good moment or two. “Oh. My name is Lute... the prodigy.”
Newcomers were a rare sight at Anteiku. True, Ghouls frequented the cafe, but this was a place of coexistence, a place of safety for both kinds. That said, not many humans found the little place, tucked away in a corner of the 20th ward, making it a much-needed refuge for Ghouls that often went there. Rize herself was a common customer, and many of the employees were less than pleased with that fact. After all, what was to be done about a wanderer like her, while still adhering to their policy of helping others? Their rules, so easily broken, were only ever followed by those too weak to set their own.
A place like this was a difficult location for most to control themselves in. The girl was not without tact, though, and found it easy enough to wear her mask of shyness, sitting in a corner, eyes skimming over the words of a book. The corners of her lips turned upward as she noticed one particular part— her favorite section of the entire thing. The Ghoul’s mind drifted to many previous hunts, her eyes glazing over as she relived them, expression becoming a blank slate. The kagune tearing into the bodies of her victims, their expressions of terror, their shock at the betrayal of the one they believed to love them… and the pure pleasure of indulging herself and sating her hunger, and then—
—The creak of an opening door jolted her out of her reverie to glance upward, curious. Rize reflexively swallowed, realizing after the fact that she had been salivating.
A stranger. A stranger to Anteiku, and a stranger with a peculiar taste in clothes, at that. A young girl with violet hair, a flowing cape falling around her. Absentmindedly, the Ghoul’s fingers reached up from her book to bring her own hair into view. The hue was much the same as her own.
She appeared… largely out of place, with her eyes flitting about the room like that. For a moment, Rize’s gaze caught hers before the other’s focus moved to other parts of the cafe. The curious girl had a gleam in those eyes that Rize had never seen before— those eyes that did not carry the same wariness of a normal human in a place like Tokyo, where any new location could be filled to the brim with those looking to devour them. The Ghoul remained focused on her for a few moments. This strange impression coupled with the other’s strange appearance… well, to say the least, it piqued Rize’s curiosity.
She stood, placing a bookmark into her current novel, setting it upon the small stack that rested on her table before lifting all of them together. A precarious tower of books held in her arms, she made for the door, eyes focused elsewhere. Passing the girl, she readied herself for the impact…
Her shoulder bumped into the other’s, and a few books, now dislodged from the stack, tumbled to the floor. A yelped apology escaped her as Rize’s hand moved to her glasses, which had been dislodged from the impact, straightening them so that they again neatly rested on the bridge of her nose. Turning her head, she looked into the eyes of the strange newcomer, and perceived nothing but annoyance. Cheeks growing red, the Ghoul hastily knelt down to gather the books that had fallen.
Softly, she continued, “I wasn’t focusing… I s-shouldn’t have bumped into you like that.” Her voice quavered with feigned nervousness, but her mind was awhirl with questions. Just as she had suspected would be the case, the girl’s smell was foreign too. It most certainly was the scent of a human, but it had a certain… powerful quality to it, something that was not human-like nor belonged to a Ghoul.
Purple eyes narrowed as she stared at the floor after stacking the last of the books, thoughtful. Resuming her shy demeanor, she stood, hands quivering.
In a low, fearful voice, she spoke again, eyes averted from the newcomer.
"I’m… s-sorry."
In all her travels Lute had found many strange places, but this Tokyo certainly seemed one of the strangest. All manners of magnificent magics clearly abound, yet she couldn’t feel any of it. Could it truly be that foreign areas such as this one could have surpassed the technology she knew at home so thoroughly? Or was it indeed a form of magic in use that was simply heavily disguised? She pondered these questions as she wandered, wondering what else would meet her curiosity here.
It wasn’t at all uncommon for the places she visited to have different styles in all sorts of things; food, clothing, architecture, music - but of course, that was to be expected when travelling, and a large part of why she did. A different kind of learning to what you’d acquire from a book, but learning nonetheless, and it truly was fascinating. Like the buildings here - some of them scaled far higher than any castles she knew in Magvel, and yet the structure seemed largely made of glass, or at least the exterior was. Quite a change from stone and the masonry of Renais.
After a few hours of meandering, Lute decided to take pause somewhere, and get some likely much-needed food and drink. In her ambles she found a cafe, and while that type of establishment was new to her, it was clear enough that it was a place for eating, so soon headed in.
Glancing around the room, she caught a few glances from those inside who’d looked up upon hearing her enter, and a few of those were soon-to-be stares. Not that she was bothered by this. Plenty of the places she’d visited had been different enough for her to get plenty of stares based solely on her choice of wear, so she was used to it by now, ignoring it.
Less easy to ignore was that mishap - as she headed to a seat, one of the others attending had risen, and managed to not only walk into her, but drop their belongings in the process. And of course, that lead to apologies and mumbling and the like - what joy, for her first conversation here to be with a clumsy bumbling fool.
Looking at the girl, Lute found herself quickly reevaluating that first impression. Anyone carrying a stack of books might not be all that bad. Maybe. Depends on the kind of books. That meager attitude did grate on Lute’s nerves a tad, though.
“Don’t mind it,” she replied curtly, waving off the apology as she helped pick up the books, though more to try and see what they were about than to be helpful. “Just be more careful in future.”
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"No, no. I mean—" She had to stop herself yet again. Purple hair? Strange outfit? Toting around a book? There was no two ways around it. "Actually, pretend I didn’t ask that question. Pajama Hermit would never offer to teach magic, which means it must be you. Am I correct?"
Offering to teach magic? Willingly being around this many people? If Lute weren’t overwhelmed by the discomfort of it all that would have earned Lunasa an unimpressed eyeroll. As it was, she didn’t get much but a mumbled response. “No, not me.” She was about to go off on her way again before having an idea to help her out of this far-from-amiable predicament. “Oh. Do you know where I’d find food supplies for sale?”
“Ancient feathery asshole instincts”
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Well that was quite rude of her… seems like something that the bookworm magician would d— Hold on a second. Lunasa turned around and looked back at the girl as she walked away. Now that she thinks about it, Miss Rude Grape Head looks like someone who’d be a sibling to the aforementioned book hermit.
With that said… er, thought, Lunasa floated back over to the young woman and tapped her shoulder. “Excuse me. Are you by chance related to that girl who’s offering to teach magic?”
Lute’s wandering hadn’t taken her far, given her unusually slow pace at the time, but the tap on the shoulder was far from expected and made her jump. She hastily turned around, only to see the girl from before again... Asking something?
“Hmm...? Someone offering to teach magic?” She blinked, taking a moment to properly think about the question. “No... Or rather, not that I’m aware of..? Hmm. I suppose it might be possible, but you’d have to show me who you mean.”
