[center][color=0072bc][h2]Akira Igarashi[/h2][hr]Mentions: [@Aura] [@RoccanIronclad][/color][/center][hr]Akira entered his room - a small grin on his face. This was all so different from his homeland to the East. It was colder, but not unbearably so. The room wasn't anything special either - with a small bed, a cabinet and a desk with a lamp on top as its furniture. It was good enough. He didn't need anything else, to be honest. He could just pick something out of the ground for food - it was enough nutrition for him at least.

The Scholars were really kind to give him a room - but the trip had to be paid by him. At least he had enough money that he accumulated over the years of his life. He did bring a lot of them as he flew here, which was practically all of his possessions aside from a change if clothes or two. Material possessions weren't too important to him since he doesn't have much need for it. Though collecting crap has always been something he does. He's a hoarder, but he eventually parts with it.

Opening a window, he began to stretch and look out. Ah, it was a good view. Perhaps it was a good time to see the sights and explore this town. He looked back at the room and then jumped out - his body shifting into a cat's by the time he landed on another roof. Arching his back and flexing his claws, he let out a soft meow before beginning to move from one roof to another using the flexibility of a feline.

He always felt good whenever he would traverse the surface in his original form. While being human was fun and all, slipping through cracks as a cat was always more fun. Not to mention getting food from good-hearted bystanders was a plus. Akira quickened his pace until he was racing towards the farmer's market through the usage of anything but the road the others frequently used. 

When he heard the familiar buzz of the market, he slowed down his pace and peered curiously into one of the shops by bending himself over the roof. The shopkeeper looked a the black cat with a tilt of her head. The two's eyes met and she gave him a smile. "Anything that strikes your fancy?" She questioned.

Akira blinked at her and then shook his head.

"Oh, I see. Come back if you find yourself in any need of my wares." She replied kindly and Akira nodded before disappearing back into the roof.

Right, they were all supernaturals. They could sense him, or at least the magic that he exudes. Oh well, it's still better than having to push and squeeze to get through the crowd down there. He could hear a variety of things - but he finally felt at ease. It was the same anywhere huh? The market was always chaotic with people shouting to present their goods and others fighting to haggle it down to a certain price. 

Akira sat down for a while after some time of walking. He began playing with the bell tied to his collar - a certain item he decided to keep with him in both his human form and cat form. He swatted at it - letting the bell ring repeatedly and loudly with the sound being carried off by the wind. It had a… a calming effect on him to be honest. After five times of ringing the bell, he once more started to move. 

However, as he padded along, he felt a very familiar aura. He began following where this aura was coming from. His eyes fell onto a girl dressed in rather elegant clothing and carried herself like she was the queen of the world - accompanied by a scholarly looking fellow and he could guess, from his clothing, that he may as well be one of the Scholars. But he was not what he was looking for. The girl was one of those from his homeland - a Kitsune. Feeling giddy that he found someone from around his area, he pounced onto the ground and then brushed against the two's legs before letting out a purr - a sign that he was looking for food. He wasn't sure whether or not they would immediately peg him to be a Bakeneko, or their cousin a Nekomata, but he wanted to see what their reactions would be.