Circe's Manor THE NEXT

[AmbushCat]

Sure. A margarita if y'all have any, and lemonade if you don't. *pauses for a moment, then smirks and winks* Non-transformative.

[Ookalf]

Sure, take all the fun out of this, why don't you? *Circe smirks and calls out to the maids in the room.* Anyone feel like getting a margarita for my friend here?

I'll take care of it... *One of the maids, dressed in pink, leaves the room.*

[AmbushCat]

*nods thankfully* Much appreciated. I'd rather not find out whether those transformations could handle having my blood in their veins.

[Ookalf]

Ah, right. That little glow-in-the-dark problem you had... Yeah, it's probably better if we don't go there.

[AmbushCat]

Good memory. That, and there's the fact that the Fenrir Blood was created specifically for my species. If it became permanently ingrained in a human, his or her end would be slow and torturous.

[Ookalf]

...Another good reason not to make you human, I suppose.

[AmbushCat]

And not just necessarily for humans, either. I vaguely recall buying a harpy costume from your shop not long after we first met... it was some sort of bird, I remember that much. Anyway, at some point I wore it for a fight and left it on for a while afterwards, and it felt like my heart was going to burst. Until I got the costume back off, I couldn't figure out why.

[Ookalf]

Ouch. Sorry my merchandise put you through that... You're not going to ask for a refund, are you?

[AmbushCat]

%*\# no, Circe-san. The costume did fine; I just have to be careful of the time whenever I use it.

[Ookalf]

Good to hear. I'm not sure I would have given you one even if you wanted one...

*The maid comes back with Zapana's drink.* Here you go, miss.

[AmbushCat]

Yeah, the costume's outlived the return policy at this point. *hands the maid a few gold dollars and accepts the margarita* Thanks.

[Ookalf]

You're welcome. *The maid pockets the money and walks away.*

So, what else have you been up to lately?

[AmbushCat]

Mostly I've been running damage control for Calli-chan. I retired as an I.D. officer, so that doesn't leave me with much else to do outside of work.

[Ookalf]

So, nothing too exciting, then?

[AmbushCat]

Yeah. No one likes to mess with an angry disc jockey.