Nako, Blue, ---

[Nathalia]

Ferdinand and Mikael happened upon one another by an art vendor downtown.

An odd fog rolling in had a good lot of people spooked and rushing for the nearest pub as soon as they were able, and the two continued their chat as they meandered after everyone else.
The chill from the mist was an irritation, so the owner shut the door and there was quite a bit of cheep beer and free treats as the owner cleared out a small stock of meat that needed to fly and everyone had a rather good time.
Three hours passed and a number of people made their way out to head home, leaving the Bird and Bat mix chattering about Court policies and why they were a bit...less than savory sometimes, alone at the bar while the tender headed to the back to clean up.

15 minutes later, and the Highland Cat has not reappeared.
Odd, seeing how attentive he was before.
A very quick search shows he's no longer in the kitchen, but...where could he have gone?
The street outside is completely blanketed in fog, so that the nearby buildings can barely be seen...
Feels strange out here too...a little forbidding, somehow...

[Nako]

So far, Michael's return to the Capital was a fun one. He'd acquired a rather interesting new power that had gained him notable fame in the Villa, but it was all rather subdued when he left. A few vendors even disapproved of his leaky fingertips, to which he'd actually merely shrug, apologize, and go on about his way It wasn't until a Yarrow literally swelled up after stepping into his puddle of paint that he had to do something about it. Gloves. That had been the answer. But even they filled up after a while, pools if intermingled colors leaking down his elbows if he wasn't careful, so he had to rinse out his gloves, regauze his fingertips and slip them back on every few hours. What had someone said to him… it was like wearing sanitary pads for his fingers? Gross, yet hilarious.

What made the day even better would be the company of a delightfully hued stranger. Mikael was sure to display this rather interesting feature to the Morganberry, explaining in great detail how he could create a certain amount of paint per day and had been making a living selling this high quality paint. It was hard to discern whether the Morganberry thought it was a good business opportunity. Sometimes those wily Morganberries had wicked poker faces. More likely than not though, he'd had a mug or two of beer and really wasn't paying that much attention.

That, and he'd switched the conversation most ruthlessly toward the horrors he'd seen working in the Court of Spades, and why he had to leave. A touch embittered, yet still a touch in awe of the whole process, really. One thing was for certain, he made it quite clear he'd never go back. Perhaps he was studious, with nice handwriting and a knack for book keeping, but he was an artist, body and soul.

He'd fished out his coin to pay for his drinks, but the bartender seemed to not be coming back around. Concerned, he'd opted to look for the cat, only to report back to the avian that he wasn't there at all.

"Well. I guess I should just leave the coin on the table. Maybe he wandered back to throw out the trash. Care to walk with me out the…" He paused, peering out the window. "Damn… is it just me or did the fog get thicker? That's the last thing I wanted to walk through this evening."

[Blue]

Ah, to be in the Capital again. Ferdinand didn't usually just meander around the city, but he was incredibly glad he had the chance to do so this time around. Meeting Mikael was certainly a very interesting turn of events, and he found his whole paint production to be quite appealing. He didn't let that on too much, and instead just focused on listening to what the other Card was telling him.

That became a bit hard once they'd settled down at the bar and he'd ingested a few drinks, mostly red ale, which he enjoyed quite a bit. But the conversation had deviated away from the artist's paint by that point anyway, so Ferdinand just enjoyed himself as much as possible, not noticing the thick fog until he followed Mikael's gaze and looked out the window.

"Suits...how did that happen? Do you still want to venture out in that stuff, or would you rather stick around here for awhile longer?" The woodpecker dug out some coins himself regardless, since he knew he'd be having no more to drink that night.

[Nathalia]

The bartender never reappearing, and the streets clouded with fog, it doesn't look like a wonderful time in either direction.
Decide whether to venture out or stay in, and roll a d-20 for me in your next post as you go.

Both hear what sounds like an odd, shuffling noise outside though...a bit like someone with a small limp rushing through the streets.