Pit, who was not fond of being wet, was currently drenched. It seems that those swimming things in the pond were much faster than they looked. Especially on attempt to capture one of the scaly things. They flew through the water like arrows from a boy. After falling into the mirky water, making his way out of it, shaking his body in attempt to dry himself, and getting countless stairs from hundreds of people who had clearly never seen an angel-- or one so immature and new to the world as he did not know what a fish was-- Pit gathered his things and walked away. It was truly strange. He wondered what those finned things were. he had seen them before, he thought. He just couldn't remember.

Kid Icarus, who was Pit as they were on in the same, was a bit frustrated. He was so new to the world, and though he though that he was beginning to understand the things of this world, he was constantly finding new things to stump him. On top of all that, he now was more or less, a human. He had to eat, had to sleep, had emotions and had to regulate himself or he would get tired. That, at least, the young Archangel was beginning to understand.

The pond water dripped off of his translucent skin as he walked over to sit on a wooden bow where he left his bow and arrows. Sitting there wet and cold-- that was another thing. He didn't like the feeling of being cold-- he began to ponder his next move. There were still so many evil figures in the world that needed to be obliterated. With a precise shot from his bow, his light arrows could pierce the dark heart of shadow. But there were so many evil creatures. And Pit couldn't exactly go out and look for them. he was given the task to free the world, yes, but that was easier said and done. On top of everything, Pit was left without a true friend. Sure, the boy angelic warrior had come into a frequent contact with some individuals. But they weren't friends. They were comrades. Not people he could go to when he was emotionally hut. Not that he had ever been emotionally hurt. And with no friends, he had no one to talk to. Pit was rather lonely.

Pit tried to flutter his wings-- but they stuck together with a gross wetness. It would take awhile for them to dry. He would just have to wait until then. It couldn't be that bad. It would give him a time to slow down, and just think. He watched the busy townspeople go about the busy business. Each one of them having a different busy life, and a busy story to tell. These were the people that he was to protect. By eliminating all evil, he would do just that.

A sudden movement to his left. By reflex, his wet white wing twitched as he went for his bow with his left hand, readying a potential death-delivering arrow with his right.

Whilst the happy-go-lucky Hattie was more than happy to love anything that moved, or treat any land as her personal Shangri-La, the little cat had to admit that cities made her uneasy? Though the cat was far from claustrophobic, being squished in a crowd was quite uncomfortable. Not only that, but it seemed that every other moment, someone would trod on her poor little paws or her trailing tail. No doubt that little statistic would increase tenfold had she not been wearing her trademark hat. She had the eyes of everyone in sight! Granted, they were odd looks, obviously questioning the feline mage’s sanity, but she basked in the attention nonetheless.

She was just now retreating from the heart of the bustling city, having just left the apartment of her good friend. He was a magician, and quite wise. Ah, how the unlikely pair would often lose track of time, chatting about everything between rainbows and magic. She had been ready to leave behind the loud noises and busy streets, for some peace and quiet when a splash caught the flickering ears of the cat. Curious as ever (the saying “Curiosity killed the cat” probably came from her) Hattie followed the sound to the source of the commotion, to find a strange-looking angel man. Trying to fish with his hands!

Giggling wildly, she had watched the odd angel clamber out of the water, a hilarious expression on his face. Too amused to simply let him go off on his own merry way, Hattie slipped between the feet of the other pedestrians to follow the soaked man. Slowly, moony eyes still wide with mirth, the small cat edged her way over to the angel’s side. To her surprise, the man suddenly made a move for his bow. With a little cry of surprise, Hattie ducked back, hat almost slipping off her delicate head. When she saw there to be no real danger, she began to giggle again.

“You’re really edgy. You should loosen up.” mewed Hattie.

The angel boy's wings tensed as he saw... an animal. yet again he is charged with being too jumpy. Pit had never seen such an animal before, but it didn't look like it would harmful. It's eyes though, slitted looked intimidating, though at the same time alluring. But that wasn't the most peculiar thing. The most peculiar thing, was that by the look of it, this animal was wearing a hat. Even though Pit was new to the world, he knew enough to know that animals didn't normally wear hats, or any other type of clothing for that matter. So it was an oddity to see this thing with such a garment on. Looking at the animal, he tried to take it in. It had a long tail, was typically small and was furry. It looked in a sense like a small fox, though it was different. It was the eyes. The eyes allured him.

Then, the animal did something that he was quite unprepared for. The animal spoke.

This was enough to startle the young angel in order to make him stand. Sapphire blue eyes were wide as he stared in curiosity and amazement at the animal. He knew that animals were not supposed to talk. Not supposed to be able to speak in any way. Cautiously, he tried to move back in a sudden fear of the animal, but he was stopped by the box. Regaining himself, as Kid Icarus, defender of good and warrior of the Light, had vanquished many more scarier things. It seemed that orcs and goblins and demons and half dragons he could handle, but a talking animal was so sudden and frightening. He more or less did not know what to do. Finding his voice, the boy spoke, his immature and childish voice cracking at first, but then strong.

"What are you," he bagan. "What magic is this, that makes an animal speak?"

Pit's posture was different now. He was not afraid and was able to hold his head high. His wings, though still quite wet and sticking together, where fanned slightly open in order to help restore a strong, bold appearence, as well as help to maintain balance.

It was an oddity, sure; but he sensed no immediate danger. No evil from this being. However, if the tide should happen to shift, Pit would be ready to fight.

The repressed wisdom within Hattie could easily have broken deep into the heart of magic, to explain the “magic” behind her speech, but she did not. The little kitten offered a much less learned answer.

“I dunno…I just do it.”

Curiously and shamelessly, the hat-wearing cat got up off her haunches, on which she had been resting, and began to sniff at the angel’s wings. They smelt funny – she could not place the scent, despite her many travels. As her bright black eyes gazed into those of the angels, she felt him to be tensing up again.

“Heehee…You don’t need to be so suspicious…I’m not gonna bite your head off or anything…”

Carelessly, Hattie pawed at the strange wings, loving the soft feel, the pleasing texture. Then, growing even bolder, the kitten rose up and poked at the man’s quiver, trying to dislodge it.

“How come you carry arrows around? Do you kill people? That’s mean. What’re your wings made of? Do you have special arrows? Can I see them? You look funny. And wet. Why were you fishing in the Square? That was really funny. One time I tried it too, and I fell in the water too. It was cold, but really fun! Hey, c’mon, let me see the arrows!”

Refusing to shut up, the kitten mewed on and on in her high squeaky voice, giving him a “kitty face” to try and get him to show her the arrows. And his bow. That looked interesting as well. She loved examining things. And touching soft things. And – Oh dear, it seemed even her thoughts were blabbering on and on!

[I'm a friend of Hattie and I hope you don't mind me joining.]

Roja Bloodbane left the Battle Stand after another victory. Now he was covered in cuts from his last battle. The enemy had been an ogre, too small for it's armor but also faster than a normal one. It fell quickly though when Roja smashed his mace into the ogre's face. People ducked out of his way as he went down the street. He had fulfilled his daily regime of nearly killing another being and his "mask of death" began to slip. He tried desperately to keep the fear of the people but the truth was that it was running him dry. He was only a killer by instinct that of which was caused when he was young and saw his mother slain by her captain.

It wasn't too long before the much more tremendous brother of the earlier ogre came to challenge Roja Bloodbane in the middle of the street. The Ogre stood as high as Roja did but was much stronger. "So, you want to hold the same fate as your brother?" Roja asked with a malicious smile. "Well then, die!" Roja took up his mace and charged the ogre whose weapon was stuck. The ogre fell after one well-placed glow to the helmet it wore. There was a clank as it flew off the ogre's head and several yards away with the ogre following it. Roja was known for his mighty strength (See bio) and no much for his kindness. Over the years his more positive side grew weaker and weaker, but now Roja wished to rest from his constant slaughtering, even though he showed no signs.

He continued a bit farther, stuck in his own world until he accidentally bumped into a wet angel child and stumbled a bit, almost stepping on Hattie. People noticed this immediately and began to scatter, afraid to get caught in the aftermath. He looked upon the kid after examining the rest of the are. The square was deserted and Roja finally could find some place to rest. He sighed, exhausted as he sat down on an adjacent crate. He looked up at the kid, keeping some bit of his guise, hopefully enough to make the kid leave.

"Uh..."

There wasn't much he could say. Pit was still taken aback by the discovery of a talking animal. And it was prying an pestering him as well. It got close, continuing to talk a mew, with so many questions that Pit had to think extra long himself to figure out. But every time he opened his mouth to answer, the animal sent another rapide-fire question at him. His wings flapped twice as he tried to back up again and fell over the boxes.

As strange as the animal was, it was cute. That was something that he had to admit. Perhaps it wasn't a threat. There was no danger here. Picking himself off the floor and brushing himself off, he looked at the animal. "You are quite the interesting one, you are," he said. Reaching down, any clue of him being frightened now gone, he poked at the animal's body. It was furry and soft. he didn't know why he was doing it, but he was so curious. Why was it talking? It was strange. he was about to ask it where t came from, when he heard the loud thumping sounds of an oncoming person. Or thing. A very big, very unfriendly person or thing.

Pit's ocean-blue eyes shimmered as he was suddenly bumped into by a massive.... thing. It was huge. Furry, it looked like an animal, but instantly he knew it was not. It was hairy, and not at all soft. It had huge intimidating horns and stood on two legs, or hooves. More or less. Its eyes though. It was the round, fiery eyes that made Pit the most cautious. Something told the young Archangel that this thing was not friendly, and that he should strike it down. However, after meeting the new animal which could talk, and was actually quite friendly, that did not seem like such a smart idea. What if it too, was friendly? And it obviously could talk. The boy, seeing that the thing wanted to get by, stood tall and showed that he was not afraid, though indeed he did step aside. There was no reason to get involved with an animal that just wanted to pass by.

“Aw…Come up! Why won’t you show me the arrows? Are they magical? Ooh – are they poisonous? Do they blow up? Oh, that’s it, right? That’s so awesome! You can just shoot one and it’ll go like ‘BOOM’! I wish I could have exploding arrows…Oh! Can I have one? Please…?”

Having completely convinced herself of the arrows’ explosive tendencies, Hattie redoubled her efforts to reach the quiver, though the arrows dangled a good four or five feet above her. Obviously having learnt to ignore her wild ramblings, the angel suddenly prodded her fluffy fur with an inquisitive finger. Hattie giggled in response – well, that was her response to everything, it seemed – and squealed “Hey! That tickles!”

Seizing the opportunity the outstretched arm presented, the orange kitten – with a squeak of excitement – clambered up the limb as a rat would, despite the fact that she was much heavier. When the angel gave no response, Hattie was confuzzled for a moment, before she dark eyes widened at the sight of a giant creature in front of her suddenly. First came the fear – but it shortly dissolved to make way for excitement. Someone else to talk to! And maybe he wouldn’t hog all the explosive arrows like somebody !

Brash as always, Hattie poked the intimidating-looking beast’s tough hide, feeling the roughness – it was in total contrast to the angel’s wings.

“Hi! I’m Hattie! Nice, weather, huh? What’s your name? You look funny…And weird! Do you have any exploding arrows? Can I have one? Pleeeeease?”

At first the little winged boy seemed a bit suprised when bumped by Roja, but then he strightened up and showed that he didn't have mucch fear of Roja. A moment passed as the mighty minotaur half-blood looked the boy over, noticing a sliver of arrows and a bow. A moment passed and the the huge being felt a little tap against his leg. He looked down to see a small, orange cat. "Hi, I'm Hattie!" The cat said gleefully.

Roja gave a slightly confused look as the talking kitten continued to speak, "Nice weather, huh?" The small cat sounded female and seemed to be making small talk, Roja thought a bit as he looked up to the sky, "I suppose it is." He said with his baratone voice.

"You look funny, and weird." The small cat stated, not meaning any offense. A slight chuckle came from Roja's lips. This small cat was amusing, and he had just noticed the top hat the cat donned on it's head. "I look funny because half of me hails from another land, and I do not mean that literally." This small cat made Roja happy, something he generally foud from combat. "And a talking cat is not too normal, you know?" He said.

"Do you have any exploding arrows? Can I have one? Pleeeeease?” The cat seemed to want something from Roja and he looked back at the boy's arrows. "I do not have any arrows, just a mace from my mother. I am sorry to disappoint you." He said a bit confused as to why the cat would want something that would be difficult for it to use.

He picked it up and placed Hattie on a flat hand and looked into it's black eyes. "You have very black eyes little one." Roja stated with a slight nod.

“Awww…” whined Hattie, denied her chance to play with explosives. But, as always, the little orange cat perked up again, hopping off the angel’s shoulder back onto the ground, having totally forgotten about him now that her attention had been attracted by something else.

“Oh, wow! Usually everyone else just ignores me cause they think I talk to fast. Can you believe that? I like you mace. It looks heavy. Is it heavy? Huh? What? My eyes? Oh yeah, they’re dark. And cute. Makes me look so cute, don’t you think? I think I’m cute. Everyone else does too. Once I was pretending to be a normal cat and a woman took me in for a few weeks. She was nice but so boring ! Every other sentence was about how cute I was. I do that a lot. Play “normal” kitty, I mean. Its fun. Except I have to hide my hat. I hate not having it. Makes me feel so bare, you know? I love this hat? Do you like it? Oh, but you can’t wear hats, can you? With your horns…I wonder what having horns are like…Must be weird.”

Continuing to blabber on and on and on and on, Hattie sat down on her haunches and began to lick at her forepaw – in a unique manner that anyone would identify as a habit of hers after just one meeting. Wow, you really did meet some weird people in the city! I mean, wow! I’ve gone like, a hundred feet, and I met an angel and a bull-man person!

it seemed that the giant, intimidating man-beast was not dangerous. At least not an immediate danger. Still, Pit was a bit, weary, as in the beginning, he had talked and looked threatening. Now, however, it was talking to the hyper-active questionable animal with the hat on its head. This most certainly is a strange place, he thought. Where animals talk amongst themselves.

Pit's sapphire eyes were wary as he took a step to the right, trying to deliberately get lost. He was a tad annoyed with these chatty creatures, and he had better things to do. Such as explore the world and hunt down more evil beings to slay. The cat was going on and on, and he was sure he could quickly make an escape, blending into the crowds and disappearing before they even noted. With his golden bow in his hand, he scooted carefully around the large horned beast. He wasn't going to make his move just yet, but he would eventually.

((OOC: Sorry for the delay and the shortness. Been very busy lately.))