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can i have pics of the cat tho

jk i can help you out with moonlacing and finding a pet store

Haha, I wish I could say that the clarification wasn't necessary, but... 🤭

I found a wonderful pet shop on level 1 with better quality products and foods, if a bit pricier. I just acquired a young puppy myself, and they were wonderfully helpful getting me on the right track to care for him. They're on the far end of the main boutique strip off the transport between levels.

You're Sanguis as well, I take it? You may want to think about adding in a couple other specifications, however.
I'm a 38 year old woman; that may not be appropriate for some. You can ask for pictures if you'd like. I'm not shy.
Are you new, here?

Fighting, is it? I do not mind if you wish to spar.

[ Don't worry, Maki. Aeacinos' got you covered with fighting. If there's one thing he enjoys it's definitely that. ]

Don't know any pet stores off the top of my head
But I can help with fighting

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[ The only reason he knew to clarify is because someone thought his cat was a Cordis moonblessed when he first got here... and then mentioned the whole moonlacing thing. Awkward conversation. ]

I know Why I mentioned it Thanks Don't have much money right now Chroma Got here last month

[ "Sanguis...?" Must be like the whole Cordis thing. Also explains why he feels so agitated along with the other bizarre things, like the claws, the tufts of white fur-like hair on his body, how his hair on his head has gone stark white and he has these little white rounded bear ears. (Not that he knows he's supposed to be part bear). ]

You're around my age Send pictures if you want

No weapons Only hand to hand That alright with you?

Heard people turn into animals Thought there'd be some

[ Apparently not, which is kind of ironic. ]

Cat needs food I can cook but more used to cooking for regular people

Hand to hand combat only If you want rules state them

There probably are, I just haven't really paid attention since we don't have pets

Oh
I use a sword-like weapon
and magic
I could TRY hand to hand but you're probably not interested in fighting a total novice, huh

Well, if you're looking to work off the steam of this red moon, you'll have some soon enough, so I wouldn't worry too much.
"Maki" isn't a name I recognize, but it isn't exactly a small place. Still, welcome to Lunatia, I suppose. I'm Angela. I own the clinic on the beach.

( They're close in age? Well, that's a relief to hear. He'll receive two pictures in succession: a regular one and a current one. Then: )

I don't usually have the horns, you see. 🐑
So what's the verdict?

I can assist with moonlacing and fighting.
The training would be rigorous.
As would anything else.

fighting can also work as moonlacing

either's fine.

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Is that a promise or a threat

Thought moonlacing was mostly sex

[ Granted it was explained to him that it's basically just any sort of physical contact, but that's not what he's really interested in. Affection is not his thing. Sex or bust. ]

Someone thought cat was a person Cordis Told him no Figured people would make a habit of making that mistake a lot Guess not

[ Though now he understands why pets would be so uncommon. Figuring out the difference would be a hell of a time on occasion during certain moonphases. ]

I don't teach fighting Not good with beginners Why do you have a sword and magic

[ He's from semi-normal Japan so nani the fuck ]

[ Right off the bat he can definitely say for certain that she's attractive, even with the moment it takes for him to process the fact that she has horns, what appear to be ears like... a deer? And a long fluffy tail. This is probably a Sanguis thing, just like with himself. At least it's not anything excessively jarring like her having claws and hooves and fur all over, which makes it easier to come to the conclusion that he wouldn't mind having sex with her.

It would've been nice to see more form-fitting clothing to see her features better, but he can assess that in person. ]

Verdict is interested You're a doctor?

A lot of it is. This lady is the one who explained how to make fighting generate chroma.

( maki what isn't form-fitting about the thin ass dress in the first one!! you can see her nippos!! boye,

Forgive her for smiling at his reply, however, and the inherent mystery in his continued shorthand speech and lack of reply images. She assumes he's a "he" from his manner of speech, and surely once she meets him she won't mind the prospect of sex either with him, but she's content to help a new arrival out with some cafe-side cuddling and get-to-know-you chatting if that's what someone's comfortable with.

How many times has she held the hands of complete strangers in this place...? She's lost count. )

Well, I'm free in another fifteen minutes or so if you are, "Mysterious Maki".
To make sure you can afford what you need for your cat.
However it's most comfortable for you.

If you want specifics, I'm a trauma surgeon and prosthetics specialist, but yes, I'm a doctor.
I was doing combat aid and volunteer work before I was pulled here. That was almost a year ago, now.

i'm interested

[ in the cat? in fighting? in moonlacing? ]

I could not ask for a fairer fight.

[ Ah but there is one thing. ]

You are of human descent, yes, no powers?

Not sure how to answer that
like why do you not have a sword and magic?

[what is a normal,]

[ You either show full nip or no deal he is a fickle creature. Clearly he needs to see her undressed. In his own room. That will solve the argument. ]

Don't have anything to do
Meet at my place
I'll give directions

Bring peroxide and dressing

[ He hadn't exactly intended to ask for help to this degree, but coincidentally, he might have a gunshot wound that still needs treating from oh... a few days ago. Which hasn't really been seen by a proper doctor.

After that he sends her the name of the apartment complex and the unit number. ]

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[ ...oh. This brings up a good question. ]

I was a bear I look more human now Am I still a human? Not sure Think so

[ He's referring to the moonblessing stuff. ]

Have a gun

[ That's why. ]

[ Interesting. "positive intent" is the only questionable part here. Maki has never had a positive intent to fighting. Explains all his scars, and why he got shot. But there was sex afterwards. So yeah, very convoluted. This doesn't help much anymore.

But it'd be worth a shot if it gets him Chroma. ]

So it should work fine as long as we don't kill each other Easy or hard for you?

[ ??? be more specific sir. ]

Can't have the cat Fighting or sex?

( damn aight that's a fair game, full nip in his room, coming right up!! )

Wait, are you injured???
How so? I'll be sure to bring what's necessary.

( (Except obv she's leaving anyway so we can just assume he replied.) Gunshot wounds need a bit more than just peroxide and gauze!!! She can at least be prepared to dig around for a bullet if it wasn't removed or it didn't go clean through, or a suture kit if it's some other injury, or even her staff, despite the chroma drain, all depending on what his answer is. She ensures her first aid kit is topped up before heading out a bit earlier than intended, but that's the worry speaking.

It's also the worry that has her knocking crisply at his door about as quickly as she could get there without running outright between public transport points, so you know. Hot doctor delivery in a cashmere sweater! Ready to be fretting and cuddled after he's seen to. )

[ As soon as the unit door opens a lanky black cat slithers its way out of the doorway and immediately begins a tirade of meowing as it peers up at the sudden guest. The cat is a bit thin, sort of scraggly, more like a stray than a cat you'd see owned in a home, but it seems surprisingly friendly and eager for attention. Or food. Either works.

As the door opens further a large towering figure bends down and scoops a hand under the cat's belly, hoisting it up and placing it back inside the apartment in order to keep it from escaping. ]

Stay.

[ Maki's voice rumbles deep within his chest, quiet yet overpowering in just that single word, but the cat doesn't seem to care as it instead begins to rub against his pant leg while it continues to meow.

He lets out a deep exhale, seemingly done with dealing with the cat for now as he instead directs his attention to the woman before him. Maki himself is sort of a lot to take in, what with his height and his musculature, but with the Sanguis effects still lingering he has a few additional oddities to his body, such as the white tufts of body hair here and there on his arms that seem almost translucent with his pale complexion, some peeking up from the neckline of his shirt, and of course the stark white color of his hair on his head where right at the top are two little nubby ears like a bear's. His nails have a dark brown-ish almost black tint of color, but the points are gone, having been bitten down over frustration of accidentally ripping his clothes one too many times, and there are the sharpened points of canine teeth that can be peeked at when he speaks.

Not that... he speaks very much. Maki continues to look at her in silence before he questions: ]

Doctor.

[ Or more like he states? Regardless he doesn't seem to do much of anything as he just looks at her, then adds on for her own clarification as he opens the door further for her then steps aside to head back in himself. ]

I'm Maki. Come in.

( The door creaks open and the appearance of the cat is immediate, as is its meowing, and Angela's already lowering to her knees at his doorstep with a soft "well hello, little one" and claws manicured back down to nails in the same vein as his own eager to flutter behind little black ears and soft palms smoothing down an arching back, keeping the kitty hemmed in with her body.

Maki is certainly much larger than she had anticipated, but as she suspected, Mysterious Maki was indeed a man and he filled the doorframe on his own, likely no help needed from the blood moon in the sky curling her hair and horns, thickening his body hair into bits of fur and sprouting ears. Her smile is made sharper for larger canines of her own, but the wag of her tail shows easy interest and a mild friendliness betraying the typical bloodlust one would expect from those under Sanguis. He's gathering up the cat to place back in the apartment and she rises back to her feet, giving him a clinical once-over before she simply appreciates that he's a handsome man looking for company. If she was at all put off by his size or quiet demeanor as he looks her over, it isn't shown in her (lack of) reaction. )

Just Angela is fine, honest. It's nice to meet you Maki. And your little menace here.

( She takes the invitation as he steps aside and allows her in to do just that, stepping just out of the way of the door's berth and toeing off her ankle boots; it's only polite, no? And homes with cats were difficult things when they so often liked to escape. She won't chance him losing his new pet because she was slow on the uptake. )

Shall we start by seeing to that gunshot? Wherever you're comfortable.

( It just so happens his new arrival and lack of money mean she's brought along a container of her lunch brought to work from the previous night's dinner; hopefully it will be to his liking. She'll set her tote down on the nearest surface, wherever he guides her, and unpack that and her first aid kit, handing him the lidded glass container with pasta primavera inside. )

Have you thought of a name for him, yet?

[oh. but kitty... ]

fighting

[ if it's iris moon and/or happens to turn into sex then he's not going to say anything about it but he also will pretend he's not interested in such things. ]

Right.

Easy enough. I've sent others to the hospital but that's it.

Fair enough
I've only fought one guy with a gun
He was a pain in the neck

[ There is only a hum of response, eyes lingering on her features for a moment, considerably strange but nothing he feels the need to comment on. As bizarre as the transformations are that seem to occur around the city, not just in regards to himself, Maki hasn't made it much of a big deal. Even he doesn't care very much for the state of his body. It's more-so the building tension in his muscles and the restlessness of pent-up aggression that has become an issue, coupled with the growing fatigue he's begun to feel with how little contact he has with other moonblessed, hindering him low on chroma. Thankfully he hasn't been the sort to get in over his head in regards to purchases. All he's needed is food for himself, which for the time being, is shared with his feline companion.

Speaking of, the black cat continues to amble idly in the background, too curious about the new guest to scuttle off and seek something else to occupy its attention.

Without even ushering the door closed, Maki begins to strip off his shirt. His chest hair is in longer wispy strands, the same almost translucent white of his hair, but along his skin is also various old scars, coupled with a strange tattoo on his right pectoral of a cross with the number sixty six above it. But what stands out the most, simply due to Sanguis' heightened sense of smell and sensitivity to blood, is a strip of cloth wrapped around his right bicep which seems to be blossoming a hint of red underneath. ]

Bean. [ It's all Maki says as he drops the shirt to the ground, and Bean the black cat immediately dives toward it, having found a suitable toy to play with. ]

( He's certainly seen her photos without, where she's about 60% less Fluff and horn-free, when her smile doesn't carry an edge of a predator. But so does his, as she finds out. A far greater one than any canid. But while he looks tense, he doesn't seem to pose any threat to her, either. She isn't the least bit afraid of him. He just looks exhausted.

And to her question and his eventual non-verbal response as he reaches for the hem to strip off, Angela will take the initiative to close the door quickly and turn the deadbolt over, turning back around with a quiet sigh and seeing... well. There's quite a lot to take in. The scars, the excess hair, the bandaging blooming with blood (she's smelled it since he opened the door, but no smell of decay or infection, so...). And the tattoo is certainly unique. Are those bull horns at the bottom?? Angie was about to scoop up the shirt, but the cat dives for it and she'll just smile and shake her head, leaving it be. )

Hmm, like a coffee bean? I could get behind that.

( She'll tip her head and lead the way into the living room and gesture for him to sit on the sofa before setting the glassware with the pasta down, then getting out her aid kit. Have a seat, mister. Let her get that cloth cut off and have a good look. )

[ Maki doesn't seem to care that the cat has chosen to make his t-shirt a toy, and it'll probably end up with a few little scratches and tears in it, but he has to admit he's a bit too focused on the scent of Angela once she's finally in through the front door, and then the smell of food that she'd brought along (why??) kind of has his mouth watering for a moment. But while he could easily let his stomach do the talking and brush her off for a bite, he remains relatively silent and patient with her, following her toward the couch where he takes a seat. He stays still, allowing her to do what she needs to do, and his eyes wandering from the casserole glassware on the table over to the little black cat tangled up in his shirt. ]

No, like mame. Edamame. Long and skinny. Mame is bean.

[ It's a reminder of someone, he wants to say. Someone important. Someone he's waiting for, who the cat belongs to originally, who he'll met again and return him to his rightful owner.

But instead Maki says nothing further. ]

( If his nose turns to her, she seems to find it expected. She knows she emanates clove and vanilla strong enough to smell like she'd just stepped out of a kitchen, slaving over an oven of winter spice cookies all week— but he makes no mention or motion to do anything but obey her gesture to sit, while she perches on the edge of the coffee table before him, knees between his own as she pulls on a sterile pair of gloves.

Her fingertips curl in with a "give it" motion for his arm, taking his hand to rest on her shoulder with a bend at the elbow, where she can predict the drip of eventual antiseptic. The kit is opened up and bandage scissors produced, rounded end slipping under the cloth and carefully peeling it away from congealing blood. She tries quite hard not to hurt him, though the silky tail of hers wagging gently across the coffee table is probably a bit confusing. She's just glad he's letting her help. She'll be quick, promise. )

Oh! Well, I don't love edamame as much as I love coffee, but I do love edamame. He's very cute. And he still looks quite young; I'm sure he's a handful. Can you hold this here?

( A towel at his elbow, as she unscrews the cap on a tiny bottle of hydrogen peroxide she'll go ahead and tip onto the gunshot wound if he obliges, gently kneading to be sure it sinks in as deep as it can and works through to flush any debris out. )

[ The intensified sense of smell is still taking getting used to, as Angela's own unique scent is added to the mix, just as appetizing as the food at a close distance. With the mixture of blood now in the air as his bandage is unraveled, Maki can feel his heart racing just a little, which is ridiculous, a bit like an overly-excited teenager, and it makes him rather frustrated. If he were the sort for idle chatter he could try to distract himself with that, but alas, he continues to stay silent with his lacking social manners.

He takes the towel when urged, tucked under his elbow, and when the peroxide is added Maki's jaw tenses as he grits his teeth, only a smidgen due to the pain but mostly it's the invasive, strong smell of it that bothers him the most. His eyes shut, and eventually he turns his head away, if only to try not to focus on how riled up he's starting to feel. There's too many smells in the room, the sensation of pain isn't the way it normally is (not that Maki deals with many things that are "normal" to him), and honestly he just wants to claw his own arm off at this point. ]

Do it faster. [ He finally growls under his breath. If he can't do much of anything else, he can at least complain. ]

( It sets her mind at ease to work the disinfectant into his wound and not feel the tell-tale lead and copper buried in muscle, and it seems to have tried to heal for a couple of days, though any changes of bandaging and her own work had seen any attempted scabs pulled free.

Frustration bakes off him even as he assists without hesitation, hole in his arm fizzling as it leaks through the back and eats up any bacteria inside, flushing gunpowder and congealed blood out.

The command to work faster just earns him a dubious little glance, but her voice is gentle when she answers. )

Just another minute or so; you don't want to rush the cleaning process or you're going to be in significantly more pain when it begins to fester later. I'll use dermal glue to seal you up. Shall I distract you while I work?

( The swish of her tail picks up, ears perking with the edge of her smile, leaning just a little closer. She's only teasing, but— it is prime kissing distance. She runs another flush through, pressure gentle as she urges as much liquid out as she can, and then she's attaching a sterile, disposable syringe to the dermal glue to insert and apply. Whether he takes her up on it or no, she glues him up without a hitch. It will take a few layers on the outside ends, before she'll bandage it, but she can keep him occupied. )

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lmk if you'd rather thread this here or i can make a log!

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very sorry for late reply, health issues happened! ;;

I'm good with running to spicy action here if u are! I'M CRACKIN UP THO... MAKI... PLS

he's a Disaster i'm sorry angie

pls don't be she loves her disasters 😌

no problem!! <3

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