Creek Street

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The street that has many creeks on the sides

When Kuro was able to see into the shop she frowned, unimpressed by it. Her golden eyes glanced around boredly as she looked at the place 'too much color' she thought as she looked around. Though she would be one to think that, her dorm room was decorated in just black and white while her dress was black and gray with only bits of color such as red. She sighed and her tail curled over at the tip and she looked back at Josephine.

"Josey, what do you think of this place?" she asked blankly, one hand on her hip and the other hand was just hanging down by her side as she looked at Josephine. Her tail started to swish from one side to the other slowly as she waited for the other neko's answer.

Wary, at first, as Masa entered the darkness, Josephine hung back into the rain for just a little longer, trying to peer past the thick curtain of shadow. When it lifted, however, her ears and tail perked up and her eyes shone. Without hesitation, she darted inside, carefully wiping her shoes before entering onto the neat carpet. She had often been inside tailor's shops with her master; in fact, they had been some of her favorite places. In certain shops such as these, she could be allowed to see so many different colors and fabrics, and all neatly ordered. The people often talked much, allowing her to pick up on several conversations. Put simply, it was a respite from the confinement of every day life.
"It's cozy," she commented, half to Kuro and half to herself.

Masa ignored the girls thought of the shop, since he never concerned him in the first place at all. Sighing out as he reached for the -dreaded- bell, Masa rung, an echoing of the ringing sounded out among the shop.
Masa grumbled something about magic speakers, since the guy could never ever heard it when he's working on something.
A few minutes after the desk bell was rung, a man, with long brown hair -with bangs that covered his eyes, black square glasses -well, you can only see the bottom rim of the glasses since the features up above his nose are hidden-, and -from the upper body- a dark gray vest with a red long sleeved collar shirt. On the lower part, he was just wearing regular black slacks and black shoes. The man was obviously neat, though the creepy grin, obviously fake, could be a bit disarming.

When the man appeared, named Dossier, Masa almost jumped out of surprise, and would've landed on his butt of did.
When Dossier saw Masa, it seemed like he was about to do the same thing. When Dossier blinked, he pulled on his cheeks several times, and pinched his shoulders another time; making Masa twitched in irritation as he knows what coming towards him.
Dossier looked back at Masa for a few minutes more, then have a realieved expression as he rubbed his forehead of sweat.

"I'm sorry sir, I mistake you for someone. Ya know, Masa Daemon?"

"I am Masa Daemon you dolt." Masa retorted, about to wack the man with his cane as he saw a look of surprise that Dossier gave him.

"W-What? No way! If this is some kind of trick Masa, it aint funny! No illusions."

"Like heck this is an illusion!" Masa spat, a tick mark on his forehead as he glared at Dossier.
He knew it, coming to this shop, he'll get a reaction like this. Why in the world would he be annoyed by it.... oh yeah, he was already in a bad mood because of two stray cats.....

"B-But, you being here, by your own will! Without your parents or Toshiro dragging you here?!!?"

"It would be wise if you shut up, before I personally do it for you." Masa was obviously at his limits of Dossier behavior, and so to quickly escape it he motioned over the two girls.
"Get them dried and clothed, whatever they think suited for them. The bring them to me if they wish so." Masa said quickly as he speed walked towards a specfic room one owned personally by his family.

"W-What about you my lor-"

"No."

With that, Masa slammed the door of his room, leaving Dossier with two black cats.

Kuro rolled her eyes at what the man who had just appeared was doing and with his stuttering and disbelief. She yawned, cat fangs showing easily as she hardly covered them though she put her hand in front of her mouth a bit. "Really mister? He's just a person. No need to panic." she said and glanced around "And if I somehow manage to find something in this overly colored, overly fancy, boring attire because woman with too much money lose their mind, I'm not paying for it since he brought me here and told you to get as clothes."

She walked around the place, hardly looking around. Mainly she was walking around to track water around to give her something to do. "Josie, do you where anything like this?" she asked, waving her hand around at the selection of clothing.

"Not normally," she said brightly, though already flitting around the shop. "Master hardly ever let me wear anything other than my uniform."
Her tail twitched excitedly as she took in all the colors, though her eyes were drawn towards the darker colors as a habit of her master's preference. The thing which most noticeably caught her eye was a school outfit similar to her own maid outfit. However, this was far more stylish, and as stated before, more similar to a seifuku than a maid uniform.
It was composed of a thigh-length black skirt with a quarter-inch white border sewn about a half inch above the hem. The spaghetti-strap top resembled something of a cross between a corset and her maid's dress, with a row of pearl buttons up the middle for decoration, and silken ruffles lining the sides.* Overtop of that was to be put a solid black blazer with white borders similar to the skirt, and lacy black and white bands were to be put around the wrist or the arm; a matching choker was decorated by a brilliant red ribbon.
For leg and foot wear, there was a pair of black thigh-highs with lace trimming and garterbelts stretching up under the skirt, leaving a gap similar to the one she sported now--about four or five inches below the hem of the skirt. The shoes were simple black heels, only about an inch and a half to two inches, but the ensemble would look fine with a pair of flats as well.
"Would it be possible for me to try this on?" she inquired politely of the shopkeeper, gesturing to the outfit, which happened to be on display along the wall of the shop.




*Said shirt may be found in her avatar

"It's Dossier ma'am..." Dossier introduced himself, sweatdroping as he laughed nervous, seeing the black cat's bored out look. Hearing her complaint, he nodded understandingly.
"Well, do you want to see the more modern clothing my lady? These clothings are mostly for main events, balls, and dinnerparties." Dossier offered.

Since these are Masa's friend, Dossier didn't find any harm into satisfying them a little. Dossier knows, despite Masa's behavior, that Masa could be kind if he wanted to be. He isn't just rude over nothing at all, he just hated crowds, since he dislike his high society life, where you have to be in a crowd every second of the day.

Looking back at Josephine, he tilted his head and chuckled a bit at her happy mood.
"You may keep it if you like. It seemed that Masa would pay for all the expenses himself." Dossier said, giving her a closed eye smile.

Kuro smiled at Josephine's choice since it wasn't anything like she was currently mostly seeing. Then she looked at the one called Dossier. "Thanks but not really, I'm not one for the 'modern day' clothing either. Too many girl clothes that I've seen are too little in clothing by my standards and others are too much. I just want something like this...or this. And don't call me 'my lady' or 'lady' or 'ma'am' or any other form of those. My name is Kuro Neko."

It may not of looked like it but Kuro wore shorts under the mini school girl skirt she wore and unattached sleeves to help with covering her arms. And then there was the high stockings for her legs to go with the boots.

Kuro sighed and wished she would have had an affinity for water or fire instead of lightning right now so she could just dry her clothes, or take the chance of drying them but she couldn't do that with lightning so she was stuck having to change her clothes since she was also unable to alter any form of bad luck to help her in drying her clothes.

Delighted at the prospect of keeping the clothes she had pointed out, Josephine enlisted the aid of Dossier in taking them down from the display. When she had folded the clothing up into her arms neatly, she scampered quietly to a changing room. There, the door locked, she stripped from her damp clothing and purred, feeling released from the clinging, soggy fabric. Using her affinity for water to easily remove the excess water from her body and from her undergarments, she quickly dressed. Tying her hair up with a few ribbons she salvaged from her previous outfit, she smiled at her reflection and folded up her clothing, dancing back out into the main shop.
"How do I look, Kuro~?" she asked.

Dossier sweatdroped at Kuro.
Yes, he should've guess her style when she walked in, with the way she acted nonetheless.
"Yes, I'm sorry, Kuro-dono." Dossier said, smilng softly as he tilted his head.
"Would you rather have clothing that are similars as yours? I'm sure we could provide it in a few minutes or so." Dossier offered.
Dossier couldn't help but be a little delighted at the Josephine's taste of fashion. I remind him of his sister in a way.
Masa have brought some interesting guest. Well, actually, this is his first time Masa bringing anyone, or being closed by to anyone. It came out to be a real shock of Dossier but he get through to it. Masa's a person also.

Seeing that Kuro was likely busy with her own choices in clothing, Josephine paused for a moment and looked about the shop. The windows, clear from within, showed a darkened sky outside, and another storm brewing. As the gunmetal clouds whirled, and pieces of litter were whisked down the street in the wind, she nervously clutched her tail and stroked the fur. Hurring along, she bounced back to where she'd seen Masa go, ears slightly lowered.
"Thank you very much for the new clothes, Sir," she said quietly, "but I feel I ought to go now."
After thanking Dossier as well, Josephine bid farewell to Kuro and darted outside. Cobalt eyes glittering with apprehension, she scampered down the street, hurring to find shelter before the darkness closed in too far.

Masa called down from the front desk, obviously annoyed for some reason. When the phone picked up, he sighed and said;
"It seemed that I have some....business..." he said through clenched teeth, glaring at his servant, Toshiro, who was waving at him to be faster, because of his current meeting.
"Put what they bought on my tab and I'll pay for whatever."
Before he could hang up, Toshiro already grabbed his neckline and dragged him out of the fitting shop.

[exit the post]

As a result of the alcohol coursing through her system, Nereis’ body was strewn on the icy park bench with a faint layer of freshly fallen snow blanketing her scent. How much time had passed after she have fallen unconscious, she didn’t know, but what she did know was that underneath the bench, a congealed puddle of blood had formed. It was hard to breathe as the liquor tricked her body into being warm, though she was minutes from falling into hypothermia.

Giving a half-assed laugh to her state of being, Nereis shifted on the bench and sat herself up, a searing pain shooting up to left side of her body. Oh, that’s right. As Nereis was drinking at a bar downtown, some… thing came in and began starting a fuss. Boldly, the raven-haired girl had demanded he shut the hell up. That won her the injuries she now had plastered to her body; two deep holes marking the inside of her wrist, a mangled thigh and a bruised cheekbone.

“Nngh, what in the… hell…?!” Her voice was croaking and her body wracked with involuntary tremors that the temperature outside provoked.

*walks quietly down the street, the gentle crunching of snow beneath his shoes the only indicator of his passing*
I wonder where I should look next for her... The academy, perhaps?
*notices the girl sitting on the bench, obviously in pain, recognizing her near-instantly*
Nereis!?!
*runs over to her, wrapping his jacket around her shoulders, and with a touch of his hand, congealing the blood flowing from her wounds*
Are you okay?
*shivers, noticing the chill of the winter air*

Using the adrenaline that the alcohol suddenly spurred into her petite frame, Nereis snapped herself up as the sound of snow crunching under rhythmic footsteps. Still under the influence, Nereis body tottered to the side and dropped on all fours, the rush of movement provoking a mass of bile and blood to exit her body. Just as a gust whipped up the fallen powder, something akin to a jacket blockaded the squall.

Instantly, Nereis’ body ‘jumped’ a few feet away from the body, her hands firmly clasped around her ears and her body semi curled up into a fetal position. “Please don’t!” The girl’s voice cracked underneath the scream, her mind completely set on avoiding the monstrosity that bit her wrist and drained what life force she had within her.

“…someone kill me…Hiver…Hiver!” her raw, worn voice cracked underneath the slight hysteria as her good arm began dragging herself away on the ground.

Nereis...
*scoops her up into his arms, and tries to patch up any remaining wounds in her body*
*continues speaking in a mere whisper*
Don't you remember me, sister?
*smiles faintly, careful not to expose his vampiric fangs*
It's me, Hiver.
*draws his deck of cards from his pocket and shows them into the air, creating a cube-like shelter around them and protecting them from the wind*

“…Hiver…?” Nereis’ voice lost every trace of hysteria, replaced by a shaken soul unbelieving to the truth. Almost instinctively and desperately, the black-haired girl threw her arms around her brother’s neck and hugged him as tight as she possibly could, her tears held within over the years streaming down and streaking her face a pallid red.

“Hiver! Oh, Hiver!-” She bawled over her sobs as she hiccupped and clung tighter to her sibling, hell bent on not letting him go for fear of him never returning. Hiver was here. Hiver was alive. How? She didn’t know, and right then, she didn’t care. He was alive, and that was all that would ever matter.

There, there Anise...
*pulls her in close to himself, and ruffles her hair affectionately*
I've missed you.
Everything is going to be okay, now.
*pulls back a bit, looking down on her with a wide smile on his face*
I won't let anything more bad happen to you.

As affectionate as she could humanly recall, Nereis nuzzled her head into his chest and lowered her crying to faint whimpers and hiccups, the wounds closed but the blood still fresh on her skin. Tired with all the crying, the howling of the wind, the liquor – which wafted around her body in a sweet whiskey scent – and the blood loss, the sister’s eyes slowly closed as she kept her arms locked in a gentle yet firm hold.

“I’ve missed you… a lot… everything was so lonely… and after… so bloody—I… I couldn’t find you… and…” As her mind began to rewind back into the past, her hands gripped at his shirt tighter, her eyes shutting and a sigh cutting off her ramble.

*runs his hand through her hair again*
You don't need to think about that time anymore, Anise.
*lies easily to her with an ease from centuries of practice*
Doctors were able to resucussitate me, and I searched for you long and hard, but only came across you as that book brought you to this time.
*smiles warmly*
Thankfully, I got caught in his spell as well, and came with you.
*frowns slightly*
Unfortunately It's taken me this long to locate you since our arrival.

Gently, one of Nereis' shaky hands withdrew to run her fingertips across the side of his jaw to his chin, then down his throat and to his chest, giving it a pat. It really was him. Slight tears and a bright grin formed on her features once more as she - for the first time in God knew how long - relaxed herself.

“I'm so... so glad, Hiver. Really, really glad. I love you, I missed you, I'm so glad you're okay... it's Hell here...” she mumbled as she childishly clung to her brother.

Anywhere you are could only be heaven, Nereis.
*blinks*
Where did that come from?
*shakes his head as of to clear it*
What's so hellish about it? It looks beautiful.
*blinks again, a realization coming to him*
Why were you out drinking, anyways? Is that how you got hurt?

Still in her childish fit, Nereis simply 'hmphed' and lolled her head back to expose the slightly bloodied skin on her neck; everything was catching up to her human body quickly.

“There's demented people here. I hate it. I feel like I'm in some supernatural movie. People talking about angels and demons and other vampire shit - what fairy tales they manage to pull out of their ass...” Clearly, she was not aware of the true existence of creatures, and with her words that stung - anyone could have assumed she wished them all dead.

Giving a yawn and slightly lifting her head to rest it on Remus' shoulder, she sheepishly smiled to the final question, her gaze downcast and shadowing over.

“It was. One man bit me... bit me, Remus, and drew blood somehow. I only drink because it's an escape. Plus, it tricks me into being warm; I haven't felt warmth without alcohol since... well, then...”

*struggles to resist the urge to flinch away at her words*
Nereis..?
*manages to keep cheer on his face as her words drive a stake through his heart, nearly as painful if not more so than an actual stake (speaking from experience)*
If this man ever appears again, I'll protect you.
*lightly runs the back of his hand over Nereis' cheek, conflicted about his care for her, and her yet undiscovered disgust with his current form*
You haven't felt warmth since what, sis?

Idly sprawled against her brother - as if they hadn't been separated by 'death' for years - Nereis answered with a sigh to the gentle touch of her brother. To have kin again was something unparalleled to the girl. As she began to speak, she shifted slightly and opened her ruby-red eyes to look at Remus' own.

“Thank you, Remy. Though, is something bothering you?” As she spoke this, one of her thin hands cupped her brother's own, her eyes closing in a sign of reluctance to answer to ever-so-innocent question. “Since London.”

*shakes his head*
Nope.
*smiles, as sorrow fails to mar his features*
Not a thing in the world.
*muses for a moment, leaning his head on Nereis'*
Hopefully I can be your own little piece of London, and keep you warm as often as I 'm needed.