Everybody wants to be a cat~!

[catasstrophy]

Who: Yako and Konoe
When: Black City
Where: ... Black City
What: can I say Black City again?
Warnings: TBA; so far nothing but the event-specific ones

They should be used to these dreams by now, he thinks. They should be - but he, for one, is really not.

To say this place is gloomy doesn't begin to cover it. The very atmosphere is suffocating, and Konoe can't even pinpoint why, only that it definitely and beyond a shadow of a doubt is. Maybe it's silly to feel things this intensely when it's only a dream, but then, maybe it being a dream is precisely why everything feels a little too much.

He's not overly prone to needing or even wanting company - or so he would claim - but under these circumstances? He's very happy to have found a familiar face to get through this dream with, sticking to Yako's side as they make their way through the city. His ears are lowered slightly, the overwhelming sense of something being off bearing down on him.

"What is with this place..?" It's a rhetorical question, for the most part - not that he'd mind an actual answer.

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"Thank you for the advice," Yako answers, keeping her tone firm. "But we have other errands to run, so if you'll excuse us..."

That's her cue to start steering Konoe away from the other witch before things can escalate too badly. Hopefully, they can get away without too much attention, but if this doesn't work, they may have to resort to something else...

[catasstrophy]

Konoe is too easy to provoke at the best of times, and this really isn't the best of times. Anger coils within him, not used to being held back. He hasn't felt this overcome by emotions since he still had his empathy.

But with Yako to do the talking for the both of them, he manages to stay silent. Thanks to her, they get an opening to leave, and leave is what Konoe starts doing, trying to ignore the nerves and anger still prickling at the back of his neck.

One step.

Two steps...

"Wait," begins the native witch - and suddenly Konoe can't hold back anymore. Grabbing Yako's wrist, he makes a run for it, as hard as he can, heading nowhere in particular. He doesn't even know if what the witch wanted to say was a risk to them in any way, but he knows one thing: whether they were in trouble or not, he would have gotten them in trouble if he'd stayed there any longer.

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A shout goes up behind them as they make a break for it, Yako’s legs working hard to keep up with Konoe as he drags her off. Luckily for them, this is a dream, and Yako’s powers are better than what they would be in waking hours: as Konoe flees, she chants hurriedly, summoning a temporary enchantment to render them invisible — or at the very least, unremarkable. The sounds of pursuit fade after a few minutes, but by then they’ve gotten deep into a warren-like maze of alleyways.

“Konoe,” Yako gasps, “I think ... I think they’re gone, now.”