Checking the place...

[Armond]

Armond walked around in the cemetery, it was cold and such but it was a feeling Armond hadn't felt ever since he was a kid. The facility he had been at hadn't let him into a graveyard since his parents funeral, and after his escape he hadn't even been in shore for long enough to visit one.
Slowly he walked about the crypts and tombstones, touching each one and feeling the cold, rough stone under his fingers. He had a small, nostalgic smile playing on his lips, and stopped to read every time a name felt familiar. Not that they ever did, but what did he mind.
If he had had some servants available maybe he would have dug up some of the graves, just for memories sake. But he didn't, and it probably were for the best as he didn't know the public opinion on necromancy even here. Knowing one usually was one thing, but actually practicing the art on relatives and such to those living here could be an offense, what did he know? So for now, he just enjoyed the feeling of being at home.
It was also nice to remember that he was still but a mortal. Not that they had ever given him much chance to forget it no matter where he went, but it was always nice to come here, and get it said in a much more effective way. Well, for the time being at least. We'll see if I join you all in the dirt, or if I will find my way to remain. He thought as he walked there. Thinking of death may not be the most common thing at eighteen years of age, but when working with it on a day-to-day basis one couldn't help seeing it as something that just were, maybe even an old friend. And god knows, Armond didn't have many.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

A small calico cat sat atop a tombstone, his tail swaying back and forth as his green eyes watched Armond quietly, it seemed to have a happy-go-lucky smile on it's face even though the thought of such a thing was rather rediculous, "Mrowr..." he meowed, it's voice not too queaky, and not too terribly low a voice for a cat. The tomcat jumped down from it's perch and landed on the ground without a single sound as it began walking silently up to Armond, looking up at him with bright green eyes.

[Armond]

It was a mere coincidence that Armond noticed the cat whatsoever. He only did because he kneeled down to fix with a couple of flower ornaments that had fallen over. He gave the cat a small smile, he was in a good mood and really liked cats. This was going to be a good day.
He went and sat down in front of the cat, and reached over to pat it, hoping that it wasn't going to scratch him.

"Hi there, little friend. Aren't you a cute one? You like to visit cemeterys as well?"

[Señor Sunday Friday]

The cat meowed, it's green eyes looking up at Armond as the creature silently pondered some proper response, which was odd because it seemed to be thinking more than the average animal. Well, that's because it really wasn't your average animal. This was a cat demon/werecat hybrid that happened to go by the name of Neko. His tail swayed back and forth in a placid manner as he approached Armond and meowed, Neko was currently trying to teach himself to switch from cat to human form at will and it didn't exactly work as planned and he had to wait for it to wear off for himself to get back to human form... even worse was that everything looked so much different from a cat's angle so he wasn't exactly sure where he was... it kinda sucked, actually.

[Armond]

Armond patted the cat for a while before sitting down on a grave and dug through his pockets to see if he had any snacks that a cat would like. After a searching for a while he pulled up his loot, consisting off a couple of sugar cubes, a caramel, a half eaten chocolate bar and some candy wraps. He disposed of the paper in his pocket, gave the cat some of the sugar and ate the chocolate himself. ((I can't help but to think that the image is rather disturbing in my head, with the cemetery and all.))

"Nobody around that looks after you? Well, I guess that you cats are kinda independent in that way. It must be nice."

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Neko sniffed the food with a slight curiosity, but he wasn't actually hungry, especially not for sweets or anything, he wasn't especially fond of candy and he didn't see how he would be any more likely to eat it when he was in cat form, anyway. He meowed, before he silently sniffed Armond's fingertips, his sandpapery tongue licking the salt from his fingers. If Neko was able to talk it'd be likely he'd say something along the lines of, 'meh... it's not all too great, actually...' but alas... he couldn't talk. So he just continued to get the salt off of the stranger's fingertips.

[Armond]

Armond smiled and held the chocolate bar in his mouth so he could remove the unwanted sugar from his hands. If the cat was so hell bent on licking his fingers instead, sure. Armond was just happy to have company.
Once he'd finished eating the chocolate bar himself he put the paper in his pocket and picked the cat up in his lap and began to pat it again. There'd been a cat at the facility that he'd been good friend with, and he had missed it a lot. Feeling another cats fur under his fingers gave him a feeling of being at home.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Neko purred, but still it was kinda awkward being pet by a guy so the feline squirmed nervously, trying to get out of Armond's arms. He meowed as he looked up at the necromancer once he was on the ground again. The feline's tail thrashed a bit, as if at some kind of agitation, but otherwise nothing of the cat's thoughts were revealed. Neko was kinda hoping he'd be able to get into his human form soon because normally people weren't appreciative when they find a cat and assume it's a normal cat yet it turns out to be a person... yeah, he wanted to avoid as many problems as possible.

[Armond]

"Oh," Armond said, "what is it?" Well, Armond wasn't really surprised. Cats had their own will, and according to him they watched themselves as gods and humans as servant, a direct opposite of dogs. That was one of the reasons he really liked cats, so he didn't really mind when they got individual, as long as claws weren't to deeply involved in this individuality.
"Not in the mood to sit still?" He guessed and dug up some thread out of a pocket, "want to play instead?" He asked and started to wave the thread in front of the cats nose playfully.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Neko froze at the sight of the string, 'string, string, string, string, string, string...' his thoughts echoed in his head, the same thought over and over again as his entire ability of thought was caught on the one object, and one task... catching the string. He batted at the thread with his forepaws, purring like a manic cat, 'string, string, string, get the string, string, string, catch it, string, string! STRIIING!' It was amazing how he had instantly concentrated so intently on the string, his undivided attention... all on the string, the lovely, wonderful, taunting string. He attempted to catch the thread in his paws, as well as trying to catch the string by biting at it. He didn't seem to be getting much of anywhere.

[Armond]

Armond laughed and moved the string in circles around the cat's head. "There we go, now I found something to do, didn't I?" He made a swift move upwards so the cat would miss the string. It was just to cute to think anything else. At least if you don't count the cemetery they were in.
"But where do you live? Do you have an owner?" He asked as he teasingly placed the string more or less directly on the cat's nose while it was still and aiming for it.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Neko meowed as if in response to Armond's questions, his green eyes crossed so he could look at the string on his face, the feline began to bite at the string, Neko could be considered either rather lucky or unfortunate by the following events which basically consisted of him going back to his human form.

He was clothed in a gray-ish green T-shirt and a pair of jeans, relatively plain dress. He kept three feline traits- his ears, his tail, and his hair was mottled in a calico fashion.

His hand reached out and grabbed the string, triumph in his eyes. He probably hadn't processed the thought that he was in human form again, Neko wasn't stupid... it was just that the damned string was mocking him...

[Armond]

Armond wasn't really one to admit it easily, he'd mainly refer to it as a slight surprise later when asked, but he was shocked. Not that the cat turned into a boy, that was something he had expected. But that THIS cat turned into a boy. Seriously, it's one thing to expect things to happen, and another to actually see them fulfill your expectations.
He cried out loudly of surprise and leaned back as a reflex. Which is a very bad idea when you're sitting on a tombstone, causing him to fall backwards and land on his head with only his feet sticking up over the tombstone.

"Ooow..." He remarked, "What in the name of Nanorgóna...?" He continued, but left it hanging.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Weeeeelll... I was trying to figure out how to switch from human to cat form and I... I got stuck." He nodded, "But as you can see- I'm back to normal- And I caught the string." He heald up the small string, obviously quite proud of himself and his accomplishment. "I'm Neko... it's nice to meet you, Armond." Neko nodded, it was funny because the teen seemed to act much younger than he actually was, as if he were a kid or something. That was completely besides the point though. He tilted his head to the side slightly, "Do you need help getting up?" he asked, seemingly just noticing that he had scared the jeebus outta Armond.

[Armond]

Armond nodded as politely as he could from his awkward position. "I see, a pleasure to meet you then, Neko. And don't worry, the only thing that'll need help is my dignity if this comes out." Armond chuckled to himself as he rolled over and got to his feet while brushing the dirt off his clothes. Once up he gave Neko an examining look, not long enough to be rude though as he didn't know how strong Neko could be.
"I take it that you are a student here, and you seem to be pretty interested in this cemetery. My guess is that you've either got some relative here or have some form of death related magic as your specialty. Possibly some kind of hoodoo if those two are wrong, since I hear they use graveyard dirt there. Are any of those three close?" He asked as he got the last dirt from his pants and removed his jacket to shake it free of it's cargo as well.