Owner	Pose
Vorpal	===========================<* Vorpal has posed  *>============================ NOTE: Posting it all as one ENORMOUS POST because Vorpal was a giant idiot and forgot to start the logger. The onset of powers can be a traumatizing event for a young mutant. Common in puberty, and likely to arise in the midst of traumatic emotional moments, it can often be quite dangerous for those caught in the vicinity of an 'awakening,' as some mutants call it. Ten minutes ago, Virginia McKinley was arguing with her mother while driving down the street. The argument had been over something rather inconsequential, but it had been the last straw after a series of behavior issues that had tested her mother's patient. Finally, everything came to a head and Anna exploded. Three minutes ago, Virginia 'manifested.' Vorpal is walking through the crosswalk as soon as the light turns green. He doesn't bother to change his appearance today, as he has been made aware of the fact that some publicity and public appearances just walking around can do a young hero's image some good. Just your standard cheshire cat clad in a rather predictable hero suit of the spandex variety, with an old school approach to the 'insignia'- smack dab in the middle of the chest. He actually is getting soe positive reactions among the stares and the odd negative ones, which is why he frowns and finds it strange when somebody screams. "Okay, so maybe I'm not Antonio Banderas lady, but geez-" he stops in the middle of the crosswalk, noticing that everybody is running away towards both sidewalks. There is a car flying towards the crosswalk. Or rather, something that clearly USED to be a car, before it sprouted deformed, metallic tentacles. What's worse is the fact that there are other things following that car: trash dumpsters, a truck, the armature of a bus stop... it all seems to have become acquired by the tentacular mess and incorported into high-speed, rambling metal monstrosity. And as it sped down, a tentacle grabbed a parked motorcycle, incorporating into the nightmarish chimera. Vorpal stands there for a second, eyes wide, not having yet realizzed that the thing was driving directly //at// him. "Holy sh-" ==========================< End of Vorpal's pose  >=========================== ============================<* Daken has posed  *>============================ Daken is just being Daken...minding his own business until. 'Oh shit! more beastly Chimera!' so he sees Vorpal...a weird...cat guy right in the way and he was already moving, tackling the young meta person aside and saving him from turning into roadkill. "Thank me later. Move." he pretty much throws him into cover as he takes off his longcaot, revealing his intricate tattoo on his left arm and his..pretty muscular physique. He clenches his fists and adamantium claws push out, three of them, two on top, one from his wrist. With a loud SNIKT! Much like a particular canucklehead, he looks to Vorpal. "What happened? Mutant?" ===========================< End of Daken's pose  >=========================== ===========================<* Vorpal has posed  *>============================ Vorpal is dazed at first. He wasn't expecting a //rescue//, though truth be told he doesn't quite know if he would have reacted fast enough to open a Rabbit Hole, he was taken by surprise. Dusting himself off and getting to his feet, the Cheshire frowns. "I don't know, I just saw-" and he stops. It isn't polite to stare, to be honest, but the young man can't really help it, with the guy stripping off his coat in the middle of winter. Then his staring is interrupted when the claws come out, and the feline makes a double-take, realizing there HAD been something familiar about the man, but he couldn't really place it- "LOGAN?" he says, eyes going wide. "What the hell, you're indestructible and now you're going reverse Benjamin Button?" It hasn't occurred to him that Logan could have a son, of course. You can't blame him for
Vorpal	that. The thought of logan having sex is one of those things that could easily cause Vorpal to bluescreen with a serious 'Does Not Compute.' Obviously feeling guilty for having practicaly oggled someone he thinks was one of his old teachers at the school, he quickly says- "I don't know... some sort of mechanical manipulation. I saw someone inside that car, though. We need to get them out and stop... whatever is going on..." He looks towardss the car, which is speeding away. "... we're going to have to do a variation of that fastball thing of yours..." He opens a Rabbit Hole. The moment they step through, they're going to go through an interconnected chain of Rabbit Holes, until they can catch up to the vehicle. It will be not unlike going through a very bizarre, somewhat sickening roller-coaster. "Ready?" ==========================< End of Vorpal's pose  >=========================== ============================<* Daken has posed  *>============================ Daken looks after that mechanical machination of all things unholy before he turns his head to Vorpal as he apparently knows his father. Good thing he was turning over a new leaf...or this would be much bloodier. "No. That's my father." after all, the way the claws came out were much different. Either way, he looks after the vehicle, cracking his neck. "Right...guess we gotta do something." Though then Vorpal grabs him and he helps him through...and then it's just a whole lotta whooooaoaaaooooaaaaoooaaaaoooaaaaa! because it's like it just keeps going...and going...and going...and going. Then they arrive, and he takes a moment to steel himself, his healing factor helps. "Yeah....ready." he lifts a hand, though he spins and hopefully as the car comes their way, he can slice off one of it's tentacles. ===========================< End of Daken's pose  >===========================
Vorpal	===========================<* Vorpal has posed  *>============================ Logan had sex. Logan //procreated//. If he weren't going through the Rabbit Hole (which doesn't really affect him much, as he is used to this sort of thing) he'd drop his jaw and stare again. Fortunately, there are other things to worry about right now. "Alright, do the rippy thing, I'll try to slow it down!" The Cheshire reaches out and extends his hands to each side. A blast of pure chaos magic emerges from each hand and entangles everyday objects- mailboxes (so much for your christmas cards making it in time!), trash cans, bicycles, etcetera. They all begin to glow with the purple aura of chaos magic. "Stop that... car!" for lack of a better word. As Daken begins to attack the car, the animated objects slam into the chassis in a group, trying to push against it and slow it down. As the tentacles are severed by Daken, they do not grow back. However, the free tentacles that have not been severed quickly realize that he is a threat and begin to attack him. ==========================< End of Vorpal's pose  >=========================== ============================<* Daken has posed  *>============================ Daken manages to cut off the tentacles that he could extraordinarily cleanly. Thank god he isn't evil anymore, otherwise Vorpal and innocents would be his target. but he's a good guy now! redemption stories man. But, two tentacles are cut off clean by Daken, but the last one manages to pierce him trough and through, possibly lifting up into the air. He's still a moment, before he looks up with a wicked smile. cutting off that tentacle too as he falls back down...his wounds heal -fast- and within 30 seconds, he's completely back to normal. "I felt that..." a dark grin at the machine beast then. "COME ON!" he roars as he lunges at it. ===========================< End of Daken's pose  >===========================
Vorpal	r===========================<* Vorpal has posed  *>============================ "Careful!" the cat calls out, "We still need to get the people inside //out//!" Because he's seen Logan when he gets all fierce an Honey Badger-ish. He's not sure if this guy carries the family trait of bloodlust berzerker, but it's a safe bet. The tentacles move quickly at first, but with each one that is severed, the other ones become more and more sluggish. Eventually the metal covering that covered the car like an iridescent sheen begins to disappear, revealing the windshield of the car. Through it, two terrified passengers- a teenage girl and her mother, are holing each other, terrified. The teenage girl is partially covered in that iridescent sheen, which seems to be vanishing the more Daken tears at it on the outside. Vorpal's debris has slowed the car to a stop. He's obviously focused in maintaining the spell. So much so that he doesn't see the tentacle that lashes out at him. Fortunately, Daken's blades rip through its body, but not before it has managed to reach the Cheshire cat and slash across him. "Augh-shit!" the cat falls backwards, blood staining his fur on his right arm. He was able to dodge quickly, so instead of a pierce-through he got a slash across the shoulder, but it wasn't pretty. Fortunately by this point the car is no longer a threat, as it subsides under Daken's blades. It also helps that the girl is probably too terrified at this point, and the anger that fueled her manifestation has dissipated completely. A few seconds later, after everything is still, the doors to the car open and the two occupants come out, the woman holding her crying daughter in her arms.
Daken	Daken stands on top of the car, apparently not listening to Vorpal as he takes his claws and rips apart the top of the car, growling. "I don't like being stabbed. Come on, let's get out." the adamantium claws on his right hand retract back inside his flesh as he reaches down to help them up. "COme on..." Though if something happened at this moment, Daken's vulnerable for more stabs.
Rory Sakura	A manhole cover is normally in the street, but once in a while, in New York, you can find one in the middle of a broad sidewalk. This is one such place, apparently. A section of the sidewalk has what looks like a slight lip, and a lightly coppered/bronzed surface with the appropriate letters. Uh. In Japanese. And it doesn't say anything about New York. Scuttling across the street, the shadow of a spider runs between the shadows of car tires and skirts around the edges of the shadow of the Hentaimobile. It dives into the manhole. Moments later, as the two heroes are helping the women from the car, the man-hole cover is lifted aside as if it weren't 500 pounds of metal, and a head pops out of the hole in the ground ... white hair tied back, slightly pointed ears, two horns, deep lavender-purple skin, and one green and one blue eye staring at the situation. There's a (sniff?) and the head ducks back into the hole. Three seconds later, a very similar looking but noticeably smaller //human// pops out of the manhole, wearing a long sleeveless white-leather trenchcoat, having white-and-lavendar-striped hair tied back into a long queue, wearing a knit henley shirt and leather pants and tabi shoes because why NOT look like a ninja, and he slides the cover back onto the manhole. He shoulders his satchel and half-glides over to the car to assist with unloadings, nodding to Vorpal but talking to the other guy. "Daken? Naze koko ni iru ka?" (which is to say, Whatchoo doin' here mang?)
Vorpal	"Hey, Ro-" Vorpal frowns, as Rory rattless off in NotEnglishSpeak at Logan's son, and suspicious Cheshire becomes suspicious. "Wait. You know each other?" The Cheshire cat does his best to calm the girl, too. As much as you can while dripping blood from your right arm. A quick couple of questions about WHEN this phenomenon appears confirms his suspicions. "It's ok, ma'am... look, call this number." He offers her a card. It has a drop of blood on it, which he quickly wipes away, leaving a smear. "... you know what? Just copy the number off. I understand. But there are people there who can help. You'll be fine." The car, however, isn't going to be. But you take your victories where you can get them, right? Sirens begin to sound in the distance and the cat approaches the Yokai and the... Loganspawn (he needs to get his name), he says, "We're about to get a visit from the boys in blue. May I suggest we adjourn somewhere less likely to require us to fill several hours of paperwork?"
Daken	Daken is clearly too distracted for a moment helping the ladies out of the car before he looks to Rory, eyes widening for a moment. Though it's clear it's one of shock and possible hostility than one of 'I missed you bro!' *sobs*. A narrow of his eyes then as he speaks to Rory. "Rory." then he speaks a string of Japanese <<I should be asking that question to you. You should be in Japan.>> a snarl then before he looks to Vorpal. "Daken. My name. It's Daken." a small nod then as he nods in agreement to Vorpal. "Agreed." and off he goes, walking it off like nothing happened.
Rory Sakura	Rory closes his blue eye to look at Vorpal, then switches to the green one to look at Daken, and then smiles. "I'm studying art, and I'm half-American, remember? I had to visit the honored grandmother and the disapproving uncle. You look ... good. Vorpal, how long have you known my, uh, old friend?" ... because saying 'ex-boyfriend' in public is very rude. Besides, Rory's still trying to figure out which of them counts as Jack and which one is Ennis. And there's a graceful segue. Roark tilts his head at the sound of sirens from yet another direction. "I've got a hideout over here, if you want," he says, indicating the manhole cover. Which is of course a trompe-l'oeil chalk drawing on the sidewalk.
Vorpal	"Works for me," the cat says and quickly makes his exit through the drawn-in rabbit hole, gesturing to Daken to follow suit. "We just met, actually. How long have you and your 'friend' known each other?" he asks, as he disappears down the manhole, and making it clear he undestood the subtext and has no shame in making it text.
Daken	Daken growls a moment at Vorpal, still recalling teh connections he'd rather not have. Regardless, he walks over to the rabbit hole and simply drops in after retrieving his coat, putting it on to keep him warm. "Too Damn long." he hisses in return. Seems Daken still has more than a few sore spots.
Rory Sakura	"We were in fight club together, or not together, depending on the timing," Rory says as he makes the illusion into a real gate as Vorpal reaches it. It's the usual slightly unreal feeling of being in one of Rory's pocket realities, for a moment, as he pulls the manhole cover back into place so real people can't get in, and then the floor begins to slowly lower, revealing that it's an elevator-crane, that lowers into a room that was forgotten before the 1970s. Rory's fixed it up a bit and it has that elegant understated charm... well, sorta. It has paper screens, the garbage and litter has been removed, there's a couple japanese lanterns, some low furniture and a few bits and pieces of stuff. Oh, and a converted small crate that serves as storage for art in progress and as an art table. Very "warehouse chic." "Sweetheart," Rory says with a deadpan voice that is too dry to hold venom. "It was your idea to stop. I would have been happy to fail out of school to stay with you. Just because the Old Grandfather hated me taking up your time ..." Yakuza are phobic like you wouldn't believe, of course.
Vorpal	"Just my luck," Vorpal mutters, finding somewhere to lean. "The first eye-catching guy I come across since getting dumped and he just happens to have a long-standing catfight with one of my friends. Rory, you got any booze in this place? I could use an illegal drink just about now." He winces and looks at his right arm. "Oh. And bandages, if you got any. Sorry, I'm getting blood all over your floor."
Daken	Daken just growls a moment at Rory. "That's because I was his damn hitman on the side. How do you think he took out the guys that owed him money?" and lord knows Daken is virtually unkillable. Made the job easy, regardless, now that he knows both men are attracted to him, Daken just follows the scent of the beer, grabbing one and using a single claw to open it, before it retracts back into his skin, taking a chug. "So why you seeking me out huh? I'm trying to get -away- from all that nonsense." he looks to Rory then, speaking fluently in Japanese <<and by nonesne, I mean the killing senselessly, the yakuza, the crime. I'm done!>>
Rory Sakura	It's not Japanese or Chinese beer either. It's something Irish, but not a stout. Rory keeps it in a refrigerator that's up against a wall. "Coincindence," Rory says to Daken. <<Something the mutant girl did, scared a shadow-yokai and it ran down here and screamed. I just poked my head up and caught your scent, like a long-absent smell of sweet plum wine.>> And that's just goopy in Japanese or English. Rory leads Vorpal to a short bench and sets him down, and opens a crate next to it. He pulls a towel and some warm bottled water out, and cleans the injury, then brings out a tube of ... glue? Apparently. It's got chinese letters on it, and he dots it along the edges of the cut and pushes them together so the cut is now a long line. Then he does something weird with pressure points which may make the cat-boy melt, because pushing energy around. "There you go. Rest for a bit while I explain to Lemon Snikt It about how this isn't an Unfortunate Event." Yes. Lemon, because it's code for sexy times. Snikt for obvious reasons. Children's story because ... Rory has always been ... terrible ... with puns and allusions. Apparently he still is.
Vorpal	Vorpal does melt, and it's just what the doctor ordered. He sighs and relaxes. "Cool it, Daken. Rors wasn't looking for you. Long story short? I'm a creature of chaos magic. This 'coincidence' was probably the doing of chaos magic. It tends to happen a lot with me." He then shoots Daken a look, "You are Logan's son. I mean... the old man had a //son// with someone." He pauses. Shakes his head. "HOW? He's a perpetual ball of anger and gruff and..." he shudders. Then he pauses. "Don't you dare tell him I said this about him, okay? I may not be at the school, but I still talk to the guys on a semi-irregular basis." He looks at Daken again. Because he can, to be honest. "You said you were turning a new leaf. When you weren't talking in NonVorpalSpeak, which is just kid of rude, y'know?"
Daken	Daken does not look pleased either way. Here he is attempting to get rid of all connection to crime...and then Roark rears his head. Though when Rory seems to attempt to flirt with Daken, he points his claws at him. "Guess again. I want -none- of that life anymore. Not after I found out the truth." then his claws retract back into his flesh and he looks at Vorpal. "Yeah...Wolverine's my father." he states simply, much calmer by the looks of things. "Because he and my mother fell in love and I was born. Then everything went to shit, as you know." he sighs then a moment. "I am."
Rory Sakura	"NO TENSING," Roark says, hands on the cat's shoulders, and moves to do things to other pressure points to keep the cat melted. He can't speed-heal this cut if someone keeps moving around and messing with his work. Speaking of which ... he stops pretending to be of average height for American Humans, and stops pretending to be human at all, so it's a two-meters-and-change violet Oni, a few inches taller than when Daken saw him last, now shirtless but with a painted tiger prowling curiously around his torso, and still wearing leather hakama and tabi. Because they're absurd. Hakama should not be leather. "I'm not a criminal here. I even have intermittent sponsorship for the masked hero thing they do. Of course, I take OFF my masquerade to do it. But I agree that we should not resume our former relationship. I was just having fun flirting with you because you used to do it to everyone else and they never understood why it made them so nervous." He pauses and smiles, showing sharp teeth but no malice. "Of course you're going to haunt my dreams later, but you've done that once or twice anyway. Hold still, Cheshire Cat, I need to tell your shoulder that it's not injured and make it believe me."
Vorpal	"I'm having a hard time believing it myself- ow..." he winces, but he tries his best to let Rory lie to his shoulder until it eats the lie whole. To distract himself and let Rory's magic do the trick better, he distracts himself with Daken. "Well... nothing wrong with starting a new leaf. Even Rory's gotten his paws dirty with good-doing." He pauses and raises an eyebrow. "Are you looking for somewhere to belong? That isn't the school where your old man teaches?" He asks, because he assumes that is probably a bit awkward.
Daken	Daken looks at Vorpal first, shaking his head a few times. "I already made my piece with the old man. I plan on joining the school...it'd be a good start to make amends for the dark shit I've done." he says pretty evenly, before his attention falls upon Rory, shaking his head even though the man gets a chuckle. "Of course I did. It always made them guess."
Rory Sakura	"Well, consider it karma then. It wouldn't be safe for either of us to go past flirting, but I do enjoy it." The illusion contains all sorts of different elemental twists and some Void to connect it to the soul, and it swirls around letting Vorpal's own built-in magic take it where it wants to go. A bit of tamisen music starts in the background and a few random yokai peer into the room, but they're scared away by Daken's aura. "Other than the fight clubs, which is something I still do here when the violence gets too attractive, and the foodie binges, which I do when violence doesn't work, and the occasional bathhouse orgy which is when food no longer works, I actually hold it all off with meditation. Just. I am ONI, guys, and it's the nature of Oni to embody excess. Daken, we might not have talked about this, but it was amazing finding someone who could keep up and actually exhaust me for two of three. Obviously there should be more than that, and there wasn't, but I'd still come if you called me, for anything that wouldn't destroy us both. No, the only thing you could call criminal here is that I'm an emergency enforcer for the Yokai brotherhood -- if my fellow monsters need help, I'm required to help them."
Vorpal	Vorpal knocks back a drink of his own. "Can we talk about something else other than the apparently nineties-extreme level of forbidden delights you two had? Or at least wait until I'm out of earshot. It's a little /frustrating/." His tail swishes behind him, and he growls a little. The break-up hasn't actually hit him as well as he pretends most of the time. "So you're going to the school, then? Say hi to Dr. McCoy. He's a goof. And Kurt. He's a total sweetheart..."
Daken	Daken smells the yokai slowly peeking in, and the growl doesn't help in terms of him not being terrifyingly scary. Regardless, he also seems rather fed up with the sexual innuendo talk. "Yeah...tone it down, Rory. it's a time long past." back when he was a moron who'd skin people for kicks and giggles. Regardless, he gives a small nod to Vorpal. "I am. and I will." might as well do him that favor, he did help him save those two ladies earlier. Well, regardless, he narrows his eyes at Rory when he says he's an emergency enforcer, earning a small snarl from Daken. "Heh, duly noted. If I ever need a hand, I'll give you a call." Daken rarely, if ever actually -needs- help.
Rory Sakura	There is a sort of mental web that fills a very large room, wherein Rory builds and deploys his illusory constructs before he sends them out into the real world by way of chalk, smoke, and ink... and the web briefly holds two images, one a large, muscled, furry blue man who seems terrifyingly brilliant, and the other a smaller, very athletic and ninja-like fellow who looks rather like a demon gymnast, with light-absorbing skin under blue fur, and yellow eyes, and a tail that is more prehensile than Rory's tail (which is, if he says so himself, pretty amazing) and somehow the "Kurt" carries a sense of irrevocable straight-and-narrow, like a paladin or a priest. "Who are those people?" Roary says half-to-himself, but then they're gone from the web. "Are those people from the school?" No wonder Vorpal's getting verklaempt in the giblets; so much temptation and no Beast to spend it on. This leads the Oni to consider whether or not to do something to encourage... but no, L.S. is being borderline stabby, which was always less fun than it should have been. If he and the cat decide to become friends, it'll be on their own terms. That decided, there's a distinct sense of calm and ascetic that descends on the room as the tamisen changes to a more austere song. It feels a bit more like this is a sanctuary than a bedroom, and the healing spell begins to actually help.
Vorpal	"Yeah. School people. Teachers. Kurt's, like, six years older than me. Acrobat, helped me learn to fight and take advantage of my agility. Probably the purest, sweetest guy you're ever likely to meet. And in ... a demonic sort of way, he is hot as hell." He realizes that he made an unintentional joke, and rolls his eyes. "Also straight as an arrow and catholic to the point that I think he's more catholic than the pope." Which says it all. "Doctor McCoy is a funny guy. Brilliant. He also suspects I am doing bad things to the fabric of space and time with the Rabbit Hole. But he isn't sure. And I'm not asking further." The cheshire smirks and takes a deep breath, letting the sense of call descend on him. "I actually miss the school these days, now that I'm not with the team anymore. But I can't really go there. I'm a little outside of their field of experience."
Daken	Daken takes notice of the illusions. Well, now he knows what they look like. Though he appears to be tired...even though he doesn't need to sleep. "Right.." he looks then to Rory. "Rory, open a portal for me to leave. I have things to do." he finishes off his beer as he walks off in any given direction. He appears to just be having one of those days. He crosses his arms while he waits...
Rory Sakura	"You're chaos magic. Mutation is an ordered change in the interplay of the body and the kushi-mitama, so of course they won't be able to teach you deeply." The tiger that's been prowling along Rory's chest leaps off and walks to an arch that has a door, and when Daken goes through, he'll find himself in the alley behind a very specific Harry's Bar. "Have a safe journey, Daken-san." The healing is going to start itching now, but only for 15 seconds as it actually finishes up and kicks out the glue...
Vorpal	"Lovely fellow you hooked up with, Rory," the cat mutters after Daken is gone. "He's got all the warmth you can get from hugging a landmine." He may be feeling a little acerbic, for obvious reasons. "Easy on the eye. Before he stabs it out of you, I mean." He tries to resist the urge to scratch, and sighs. "I am so not ready for class tomorrow."
Rory Sakura	"What classes do you have? Do I need to give you restorative tea?" Rory doesn't say anything about Daken, because it's a bit of a complication to move the ji of magic and of life-energy (they're similar and different) and he's busy speaking the mantras over and over in his web of illusions. It's enough difficult that Rory had to actually stop shapeshifting. Still. After a slow count of 100 from when the itching started, it stops, and the skin smooths, pushing out the glued bit as a sort of scab, and leaving only the faintest hint of a scar, if anything at all. "Please don't be too angry with Daken. He had an ugly life before. Many people used him, and I have to admit that in some ways I was also using him. But I was too young. He's attempting to defeat his inner darkness. I transformed my own darkness, but I wasn't being made to do the ugly chores of an ugly-souled old man who is well on his path to Jikogu. That would be the hell of Buddists, the place where those who are unworthy of reincarnation are imprisoned until they disintegrate fully."
Vorpal	"Sorry, I'll try not to... it's just..." the cat rolls his eyes, "It's awful. I honestly wish I had never even dater Gar in the first place. I told myself I didn't need it before, and maybe I was better off that way. Now I feel alone, and I miss just being near someone." He shakes his head and finishes his drink. "I really was better off not knowing what that is like. And this friend of yours? He's got //something// that just makes me itchy just by looking at him. I hate it." And then he laughs, "Look at me. I am just full of the holiday spirit, aren't I? I'm so cranky I wouldn't be surprised to find three ghosts waiting back at my apartment."
Rory Sakura	OH yes. That "something" that Daken can't really control; it's how Rory knew it was him. The man could bottle his personal aroma and sell it for millions per gram. "Your nose is extra sensitive, right? That'll be why. Daken was being a total jerk because he has to do that ... part of his mutation is to be sex on legs. I meant it when I said he could wear me out. Of course it was nearly five years ago and I've matured... not enough to be immune." Rory puts a large hand under Vorpal's chin, gently so he can look him in the eyes. "You loved and lost. It sucks, it will always suck, but only if what you had wasn't true. Remember the good parts, don't chastize yourself. You will distill those times in your memory until they are a powerful restorative and it won't run out." Rory knows this is true because his mother and his grandmother told him. His father just grunted, but that's his job, right? "Holiday spirit? Oh! Do you prefer KFC? Or is there a better fried chicken restaurant in America?" because Rory almost forgot it was CHRISTMAS.
Vorpal	The Cheshire cat sighs and looks down. "Well... you can forget about me trying //that// again. I'm done. And I mean it." When Rory suddenly erupts with tinsel-filled deep-fried commercialism, the cat is completely baffled. After a few slow blinks, a realization dawns on him. "Oh.... right. Japan. I forgot there's one place in the world where Christmas is a direct jump into the Rabbit Hole." But his stomach is hungy. It growls at him. And he sighs. "Alright, what the hell. C'mon, let's go to KFC. My treat."
Rory Sakura	"OK, but I have to wait fifteen minutes. I can't shapeshift until I get my strength back. Healing is hard." Rory whistles, and the tiger comes back and rubs his head against Vorpal -- actually a full-sized real tiger -- and then climbs back onto Rory's skin, going 2-D and smaller. But as soon as he can... Rory is going to open a door to the KFC at Baisley and Rockaway in the triangular mall. Well. To the back of the seafood place next to the KFC.