The sun's dying rays peeked over the buildings in the distance, the sky shrouded by an array of ominous clouds. Snow gently settled on the ground, met with a feeble breeze that barely disturbed the tranquility of this desolate scene. Everywhere one looked, a blanket of white could be seen, the snow's flakes reflecting the sunset's perishing gaze.

It was down this very alley that Fayloan could be found meandering through the streets, out to explore this mysterious city. The youthful werewolf'd been in this bizarre world long enough to at least know the way back to the Inn. Besides, he figured, the freshly-laid snow would let him trail back his steps, should he lose his way. The mage ruffled his cloak, shivering a bit from the cold. He sniffled a little, the smoke from nearby fireplaces clogging his senses. But, as Fay soon found out, there was one particular scent that stood out to his nose, beneath all the soot.

He sniffed once more, a pensive look suddenly dawning upon his features. Another sniff. Again, there it was. He hastened his pace down the street, a crooked smile suddenly curling on his lips.

His golden eyes darted down house after house, though admittedly he was being led by his nose. Within moments, he found his target, sitting restfully next to a larger, well-furnished, Opera house. "So, this is where those two live, eh?" he inquired, giving the raggedy old house a quick rundown. He raised a brow at its poor condition: the paint peeling, the roof missing shackles, the house sagging in its space. Overall, the place gave a bit of a foreboding look, as a home haunted by some tortured ghost might. But the scent of his friends was undoubtedly coming from inside those walls.

"Might as well check," he murmured to himself with a shrug. He'd seen stranger things than ghosts in this insane town, anyway. What's the worst that could happen? Taking a brave step forth, he steps up the rickety wooden stairs with audible creeks. I don't even see any point in knocking after all that clamor, he muses to himself, but decides to tap on the door to see if anyone might not have heard him.

Fayloan thumped his feet lightly against the wooden floor, getting the snow off of his leather shoes as he waited. He'd heard movement inside; that much was apparent. It was just a matter of time before someone came to answer.

The werewolf startled a little as the door opened up a sliver. He grinned in satisfaction as a familiar face popped up before him. "So this is where you poof off to at night," he chuckled, giving Ryo his signature poke on the forehead. "I finally found you. And... what's this?" He sniffs the air innocently, glancing beyond the door. "Smells like someone's been making cookies."

Upon hearing a hiss from his feet, Fay looked down only to see a frustrated black cat glaring up at him, its teeth bared and ready. So, the mage did what any mature, civilized adult would do in his situation: he made a face at it and stuck his tongue out.

Turning his attention back to Ryo, and resisting the impulse to give chase to the cat, he smirks his crooked smile. "Tell ya what. How about I have a cookie as a reward for finally finding you?" he teases.

Fay shook off a bit of the snow still clinging to his cloak, nodding happily at Ryo's response. "Thanks, the roads reak of smoke from fireplaces," he remarks, stepping into the house past his friend. An immediate look of curiosity dawns on his features -after all, he is Fayloan. He looks around his new surroundings, a glint of interest in his eye.

He shut the door after Fay walked in, and sighed once, greatful that his friend hadn't seen his pink apron he was wearing. Ryo glanced down at the hissing cat, wondering what the hell was wrong with Yamikage, but he decided to ignore it, Fay-kun was here, after all! The demon let a sigh pass his lips as he started down the hall, pulling Fay along with him by the arm towards the kitchen - and the cookies.

That deserved a ba-blink from Ryo as he glanced over to Shadow, "Eh? What'd Yamikage do?"

"I thought we'd already agreed that you were insane, Shadow," a blink, "But Yamikage speaking in someone's head sure is odd," he made his way over to the cat, kneeling down next to him and giving the neko's forehead a poke, "You better not be making Shadow more insane than she was already. That's just cruel."

"What the fuck?" ba-blinks as he stands up, "What just happened?"