Arshis

[strength_of_tomorrow]

Who: Kratos Aurion and Vatheon
When: October 15th, morning
Where: Pendilium, the path from Pendilium to Ordo, Ordo
Style: Either
Status: Open!

[Kratos had quite been looking forward to the end of the house arrest. Lloyd is clearly unstable, he wants to get back to work on gathering materials for a Rune Crest. Unfortunately, that doesn't seem to be in the cards for the terminally unlucky angel. Sunday at midnight, he finds himself suddenly trapped in a very familiar form - the arshis. Whether he's exactly the same as Noishe now or not, he can't be certain. Noishe was the last one remaining in their time, but there were more once, supposedly. Thankfully, he wasn't alone when he changed. Zelos was there as well, and he let him out in the morning when his release was scheduled.

He didn't have to laugh quite that much about it, though.

Curious if Yuan turned into anything, Kratos makes his first stop at Pendilium 3-1, pawing insistently at the door.

After that, he makes his way down and out of the apartments, heading over to the Ordo neighborhood. At least he'll be able to keep an eye on Lloyd like this.]

Comments

[stickinthemud]

[He sighs and snaps the door shut in defeat, then follows "Noishe" to the kitchen. Still, as he walks, he's slowly putting the pieces together. A curse that turns people into animals. Noishe wasn't here before, he's fairly sure of that, which means it's likely someone from his world turned into a Protozoan. His first thought is Lloyd, but... The only person who he's told where he lives is Kratos.

This theory makes the sniffing a lot more awkward than it was.

As he moves into the kitchen, he turns to face the creature, glancing down at him expectantly.]

You're not Noishe, are you?

[strength_of_tomorrow]

[Kratos nods, still maintaining a stoic expression Noishe could hardly hope to match on a regular basis. Yuan, please don't laugh at him as much as Zelos did. Zelos had no room to laugh anyway, he'd turned into some strange sort of cat-human hybrid! He kind of wishes he could inform Yuan of this fact. There, there. Zelos looks twice as stupid as you do.]

[stickinthemud]

[Even if he knew of Zelos' fate, it wouldn't change a thing. He has enormous squirrel ears and a bushy tail, so he feels he has no place to be amused at Kratos' fate. In fact, he can only wish he'd been turned into an animal completely, so he could just curl up somewhere in a corner and wait for the curse to pass in anonymity.]

Then, Kratos? [He wants to confirm, just in case. The last thing he needs is for Mithos to have sniffed him down.]

[strength_of_tomorrow]

[Yes, it's Kratos! Good job, Yuan! Oh, damn, he can't stop his tail from wagging since he's pleased that Yuan figured it out so easily. Now he looks rather nonplussed. What other terrible habits of Noishe's is he going to have to put up with? He'd better not start feeling the urge to chew on shoes or chase objects that people toss for him, he'd never live it down.]

[stickinthemud]

[One thing's for certain, if Kratos lifts a leg against Yuan's couch, he's getting kicked out. For now, though, he'll just raise an eyebrow at the tailwagging.]

... Right. So, did you need something?

[strength_of_tomorrow]

[Isn't it obvious what he needs? He doesn't have thumbs! Kratos moves to stand over by the fridge, holding up a paw to indicate "no thumbs". He's not just going to handle everything with his mouth, that's unsanitary! Help him out, here.]

[stickinthemud]

[... All right, Yuan still isn't going to laugh at Kratos, but he's smirking now.]

Do you want real food or should I just give you some scraps of meat?

[strength_of_tomorrow]

[Oh, very funny. Look how amused he is. He's not going to eat scraps. In fact, he's fairly certain that Yuan doesn't even keep any scraps. Why would he? It's not as if he has a habit of feeding strange animals. Don't try to feed him dog food, Yuan. He'll go roll on your bed and make it smell like protozoan.]

[stickinthemud]

[Sadly, the bed already smells like bush baby a little, but that's not the point. He gives an amused shake of the head and pulls the fridge open to see what sort of food he has in stock. Though, now that he's distracted, his tail is bobbing around underneath the cloak again.]

[strength_of_tomorrow]

[...heh. Cute tail, Yuan. If Kratos had turned into a large cat instead, he would definitely be batting at it. As it is, he just eyes the movement under the cloak with no small amount of amusement. How hilarious, it's like he can tell Yuan's mood from his tail!

That's when the thumping sound from Kratos's own tail finally gets his attention. It figures that goes both ways.]

[stickinthemud]

[He starts taking some supplies out of the fridge. Lettuce, cheese, slices of ham... Once he's slammed the door shut again, the tail stops bobbing and he turns to Kratos with a bit of a frown.]

Is there even a point in making you a sandwich? [Kratos has no hands to hold it with!]

[strength_of_tomorrow]

[Of course there's a point! He'll get his face all messy trying to eat that if it's not nicely packed into bread, what's wrong with you Yuan? Noishe has a large mouth too, he can probably eat it in one gulp.

See, look, he'll open his mouth nice and wide.]

[stickinthemud]

[Hey, he's seen Noishe eat sandwiches. To be more accurate, he's seen Noishe eat his sandwiches after snatching them from his hand. Usually, said sandwich would end up on the ground and Noishe would pick it apart bit by bit. Though, to be fair, Kratos isn't such a picky eater as long as there's no tomatoes involved. He would finish it in one go.

Better close that mouth a while longer, Kratos. First Yuan needs to make the sandwich.]

[strength_of_tomorrow]

[Point made, he closes his mouth and waits patiently again. He does keep an eye on what Yuan is putting in that sandwich just in case. Being this hungry is quite uncomfortable. What a nuisance.]

[stickinthemud]

[Once he's finished, he holds the sandwich out to Kratos with a certain amount of apprehension. Aside from knowing Noishe is a messy eater, he also knows that it hurts like hell when those jaws clamp down on your hand. Don't you dare take one of his fingers with you when you accept that sandwich, man.]

[strength_of_tomorrow]

[Kratos is very gentle as he takes the sandwich from Yuan, managing to swallow it almost in one gulp and with a minimum of slobber on his friend's hand. Ah, that's better. Thank you, Yuan. And apologies for the slobber.]

[stickinthemud]

[If Yuan weren't wearing a hood right now, it'd be painfully obvious that his ears are turned back in frustration. He knew the slobber would be unavoidable to some degree, but that doesn't make it right. Excuse him while he goes to wash his hand by the faucet.]

[strength_of_tomorrow]

[Oh, water! Yes, he's thirsty too. Once it looks like Yuan has finished washing his hands, Kratos carefully rises onto his hind legs and places his paws on the counter, leaning forward to drink from the faucet. Can he just tilt his head back to drink? No, it seems that lapping at the water is fairly instinctual.]

[stickinthemud]

[Yuan pulls away from the sink, making a bit of a face.]

... Just... try not to touch the faucet with your tongue.

[strength_of_tomorrow]

[He won't, he won't! Who knows what sort of person had this apartment before Yuan, Kratos doesn't want to be licking the faucet directly. After some rather undignified slurping and gulping (can't be helped, though he's at least a lot neater about it than Noishe would be), he settles back down on the ground.

Thank you again, Yuan. He needs to find Lloyd. But how does he communicate this to Yuan?]

Arf!

[That is not words, mouth. That is not words at all.]

[stickinthemud]

[A small silence follows, as Yuan tries to figure out what to make of that "arf". Ultimately, he decides to just make a guess.]

You're... welcome?

[strength_of_tomorrow]

[Oh, well. Close enough. Kratos wags his tail in the affirmative, then trots towards the door. Is Lloyd still in Ordo? Maybe. He'll check there first. It's possible Zelos will have stopped laughing long enough to talk with him by now, anyway. It seems rude to force Yuan to make him a sandwich and then just leave, but it's not as if he can carry on a conversation. He bows his head to say "goodbye" once he gets to the door.]

[stickinthemud]

[Once it gets through to him that Kratos is leaving, he walks the Arshis to the door to let him out properly. It seems only right to do so.]

Well... Take care of yourself, then.

[strength_of_tomorrow]

[You too, Yuan. He nudges the other man's hand to return the sentiment, having no other way to communicate it. Thankfully he catches himself with his tongue halfway out of his mouth before actually licking him. Kratos pulls back and just stares at Yuan blankly for a moment before scampering off.

Being a dog is suffering.]

[stickinthemud]

[Don't worry, Kratos. Yuan will pretend he didn't see that tongue flicker out. Instead, he'll watch the Arshis run off before snapping the door shut again.]