Christopher
"Well... I can't exactly empathize but... I'm thankful nevertheless."

*The Kitsune observes her more aquatic features closely, curious about this form. He'd approach, glancing to the waters once he got close.*

"Funny, the fish attracts the only man who doesn't exactly have fond experiences of water."

"Although, it does remind me of the night we first met."
Denise
"I know. It just feels good to have someone that acknowledges that."

*Yakaiyo soon flexes her whole body, stiffening the aquatic fins out before compressing them back into her normal form. Without careful inspection, it would have been impossible to tell; though there were a couple holes in her sleeves.*

"Heh. Yeah, I still remember. I tried to kill you. I'm glad I didn't."

*The treton took a seat on the blanket, continuing to try and dry her hair.*

"It's been a while since I've used this form. The spines have been used for combat a little, but never the fins."
Christopher
"Mm. It was not too long ago we were bleeding out in an alleyway. And then..."

*The Kitsune tried to recall what happened after but... It was a blur. A lot of things happened around then, and the drinks didn't help him to remember.*

"Me too. And not just because I'd be dead... We've been through a lot together, haven't we?"

*Horace would follow after the woman, sitting just shy of the blanket's surface.*
"I doubt find would come in handy in a fight. But you never know..."

*The Kitsune glances down at his hands, hard as iron and black as the night.*
"The things we do for a fight..."
Denise
"Heh. Yeah, it's been what. A couple years? Several run ins? At least you seemed to be improving your life."

*Yakaiyo glanced to her forearms, removing the sleeves from one of them. The fins seemed to blend seamlessly with her more macen-like skin, but upon closer glance it could be seen.*

"Ah, I remember. Too well, in fact. It seems like you've had a couple changes as well. What's with the metal hands?"

*Yakaiyo remembered her own search for power in the form of vampirism. In a way, it had worked. She had recovered from injuries that were sure to have killed her before. Her bloodlust had given her a huge boost in physical power, though whether it was percieved or actual was unknown. But fire and holy magic... It burned. The vampirism also made it easier to distinguish. And when she looked at a calm pool of water... She didn't recognize herself.*

"I changed... A lot."
Christopher
"Oh, these? Well... I can't really say, to be honest. I remember drinking lots, and then i blacked out. When i came too, my arms were like this and..."
*Something about Diao... The morning was hazy, and Diao ran off without a word before he could ask what happened... Wait, why was she in his bed anyways?*

*Before the thief could answer that question, Yakaiyo's words enter his brain. Causing him to look back over at her while she seemed to reflect.*
"Ah-... Well, yeah, but that's normal isn't it? It's been years, and you've been on quite the ride."

*Not even starting on her dead family apparently being alive, she'd had more near death experiences than he could count. More pain and suffering experienced in just a couple years than most would have in their entire lives.*
"I was only ever able to catch brief glimpses of it... The night in that trinket shop. Checking out your old home. Finding you in Silnaria..."