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"Immortal from age, or getting your DNA ripped to shreds?"

"True immortality. Age, disease, wounds, unless it's an exorcist, but even those don't truly kill us, just awaken us."

"Ok lol-" he said before bonking her-

"Immortality is...a curse, sometimes." Kal'tsit would know, she's 10 thousand years old, anyway.

"I'm not really immortal, but Trill symbionts have an 800 year lifespan, so I'll at least be around for a while, even if I'm not the same person."

"Gonna have to agree for once. I rather die and get revived by Natalie or drink a coffee to simply revive myself." We're just gonna leave Matt here for a while.

"I'm the eighth Trill to have been joined with the Dax symbiont, which is well over 300 years old at this point. I have all the memories of the previous hosts as well."

"Hm, that's... honestly pretty interesting! The only lame thing about my life is just wanted to play some video games until a massive 'meteor' or some type of cosmic monolith crashed into the earth's surface so, that's probably where i'd meet my friends... well, after i got into a fight with them. Including Lance too. Still haven't forgiven him for the hit and run earlier."

"It's fun for me, but then again, I'm still young. But I don't get bored easily. Are you also a Yokai?"

A demon of a burly yet petit structure lounged in a corner filled with soft pillows. In his dominant hand, he held a smoke pipe with tobacco smoke pouring out like clouds from it. The demon wore a kimono made out of the finest silk that money could buy and a kotsuzumi right beside him. "It appears that many either love or hate their immortality and long lifespans. Me? I have a love-hate relationship with mine."

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Kotsuzumi - A small Japanese hand drum.

She would stare at the commotion and shrug, she may not be the oldest, but the amount of stress the kitsune put on her body and the amount of resistances she has to various poisons, magics, and weapons is astounding. This is why she took up the job of bouncer... she is probably one of the few who can survive kicking a God level threat out of the bar without needing to use magic herself

She would approach Zoe and look her in the eyes. "You never met with a foe that truly wanted to rip your throat out and it shows. You may be a yokai, but you seem to have been spoiled in your life."

Toska rose from his comfortable spot and approached the two. "Easy, easy. Not everyone has to view life with a bitter outlook, hardships or not", he said to Silvera.

"No, I'm a Feline."

"To be a kitsune nowadays is to not just assume people will worship you. Most humans understand magic and have developed ways to combat it. She acts like an impetuous child." She would sigh a bit and stand up straight. "Most of my kids don't act like this because I raised them not to"

"That is supposedly true. I honestly never thought of it that way." The demon begin thinking as the smoke from his pipe now made shapes of gears on top of his head.

Brusca sipped on his tea, watching the commotion between the kitsunes, he seemed bored.

Zoe blinks as Silvera. "Who are you?" She seems to have absolutely zero care, partially because she never had anyone to raise her. Other than the humans of a small village that was wiped out who used to treat her as a sacred guardian.

"Ohhh, Cool!" The young kitsune smiles. Despite being an adult in human years, compared to her fellow Yokai, she's still a mere child compared to those who have lived for millenia.

The sound of sake bottles being knocked over came from underneath the bar counter.. it looked like something snuck in with the last shipment of sake... a tanuki would hop up on the counter with a tokkuri, full of sake.. it seemed sleepy, as she turned into a humanoid "So many Yokai today-" She'd mutter... how long has she been here anyways?-