The Fur Apartments 2: Rebirth <Pm application only, see details>

[Kromas Ndorai]

"Well, I came here due to needing a place to stay. And if you mean the kitchen... Really just to talk to you. Maybe get something to 'eat'."


Kro leaned back on the counter.

[The Past]

Geoff waved as he walked straight to the fridge. "Heh, hey!"

He poked his head into the fridge and, upon seeing the container of stir-fry was gone, grinned stupidly.
"Yes! People ate my stirfry!"

He grabbed a couple eggs, shredded cheese, and some broccoli, set it all by the stove... then put that quest on hold to quickly prepare some coffee. The residents have never seen him this hyperactive before.
"I, uh, didn't intrude, did I?"

[Zarconite]

*Zarco hadn't really seen enough to know he was in such a good mood, he knew he was in a pretty good mood though*
Nah not really, I just had some toast to eat and stuff.

How're you today anyways?

[Kromas Ndorai]

Kro went over to the fridge shortly after Geoff closed it, and grabbed a slice of meat from within the depths of the icy chill-box. He then sat down at the table, and held it in his hand. It seemed to shrivel up slightly over time. He watched the conversation in front of him unfold as he absorbed the carbon from the meat.

[The Past]

Geoff's arm seemed to jitter as he poured the water into the coffee machine.
"Pretty good!" he replied while pressing down the switch. "Got a good workout in yesterday. M-might have overdone it a tad."
He shrugged. "But, eh."

He began preparing his omelette while chatting.

[Seko]

Seko sat on the bed in the room he claimed, sighing loudly. "Unpacked...finally!" he muttered, flopping backwards onto a pillow.

"Now I just need to--" he started, staring up at the moon hanging in the sky. He was in an open field now, alone. He held up his hand and watched as it fluctuated, appearing solid, ghostly, unstable and frightening.

"W-what is this?!" He bolted upright and stared around, once again safely in his room and unsure of what just happened. He'd experienced these... visions?... journeys?... he wasn't sure... before, but they always passed quickly.

[Kromas Ndorai]

"Hey, Geoff- Any plans for the day?"


Kro turned to look at Geoff, who was preparing his omelette.

[Fable]

When fable got to the pond ze noticed another resident but they looked deep in thought so ze just sat and watched the fish swim about.

[The Past]

"Nope. Maybe more working ou-- Hey, you do any fighting? Like, martial arts or whatever?"
The bear placed the cover on the pan and turned around to face the prince, resting his hand on the counter.
"I-I'm not the best at it, but I trained with a friend back in school a little."

[Kromas Ndorai]

"Well, yeah, kinda. Not properly, but I've learned a kind of style that uses my powers to the maxim."


Kro looked at Geoff quizzically.


"You wanna spar or train or something? I'd be up for that."

[The Past]

Geoff grinned. "Yeah. But, uh, I don't have any powers, so keep that in mind, I guess."

[Kromas Ndorai]

"Oh, yes, yes, yes, of course. I wouldn't want to actually hurt you or anything, Geoff."


Kro threw the now drained piece of meat into the bin.

[The Past]

Geoff poured a cup of coffee and placed his omelette on a plate. "I sure hope so." he chuckled as he grabbed some coffee creamer.
He added it to his coffee then walked to the table to eat.

[Kromas Ndorai]

"I mean, what kind of reason would I have to, say, absorb all the carbon from within your body and leave you at the wayside? Or repeatedly attempt to concave your skull with graphite weapons?"


Kro paused for a moment, sniffing the odor of coffee that wafted over to him.


"No, but seriously, I wouldn't. I promise you that."

[Arcizo]

My plane landed in NAX (Northgate Airport), at about nine o'clock in the evening. After a long, restless flight from New York, all i wanted to do was sleep. I waited a long time for my luggage then got on one of the airport's shuttle buses and waited as I was taken to my new home for the next year. I was the only person on the shuttle so I tried to get some sleep, but the seats were so uncomfortable it made, just sleeping, a sisyphean task. The shuttle drove a few minutes out of the city and came to a stop just outside the Fur Apartments. Tired-eyed, I got up from my seat, slumped my backpack on to my shoulder, and grabbed my suitcase from the seat next to mine. I stepped of the shuttle at nearly ten in the evening, nodded a thank you to the driver, and began walking to the front entrance of the Apartments as the shuttle pulled away and disappeared down the road. I got to the door and rang the buzzer, almost collapsing from how little sleep I managed to get in the last 48 hours.