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[Mabel holds out an arm that has a very thick and someone old-looking pair of handcuffs attached to it. Attached to the other cuff was something very large and furry. It seems to be some sort of hand, and smells very dead. Mabel herself looks a bit better in the fact that she is currently alive.

Mostly.]

Anybody got a hacksaw?

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[ hey guess who will find the dead thing in any given place every time ]

Uh.

[ did u murder a furry ]

Doesn't fit in my purse. I might be able to help, though.

[relief! she found someone who didn't run away screaming!]

Fair warning, I ain't sure if this thing is dead dead, know what I mean?

[why would anyone know that Mabel god]

Um. Just be careful, is what I'm trying to say.

[ threnody does not say "it's kinda all the same to me" but she thinks it because her powers are awful. ]

Well if it attacks me it's gonna get the same treatment as the handcuffs, so.

Hold still a second.

[ she'll snap the chain first. the cuff part will be harder, using up more of her strength, though she is pretty sure mabel is not going to freak out, at least, what with the party guest here. ]

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Where the hell was I when they were handing out the super amazing break things powers? Damn.

[the thing that could be an arm is definitely dead, but she's gonna stamp on it a few times for good measure. Just to be sure.]

I owe you a drink, thanks.

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Um, probably somewhere a lot fucking better than I was. [ it's dry, rather than acerbic, but this is really the very tip of the superpower fuckery iceberg where she's concerned. ]

A drink I can do, though you'll probably have to fix the cuff bit yourself. Little trickier.

Maybe. You think werewolves have ghosts? I really don't want to be haunted by Scooby Dick.

[ she doesn't answer that question; it is not reassuring. ]

Scooby Dick, huh. How'd you meet this guy?

I was hired by a bunch of rich white folks to find out what was killing their pets. 'Maybe a coyote,' they said, the fuckers. Damn thing was eight feet tall and hiding in what looked like a sex dungeon from hell. Least they paid up front.

[and that's probably enough details for today.]

So do you think he was like a werewolf gimp.

Oh, god, do you think that's a thing people are into? Like all this weird shiny vampire stuff? I probably just killed the dreams of a bunch of internet people too creepy to exist.

Probably. Hey, can your next question be "how many of you would fuck a werewolf"?

Abso-fucking-lutely it can. I'm writing that one down.

EW! Is that real? Is that a dog? Did you kill a dog? DID YOU KILL SCOOBY DOO?

[ ... says the girl who looks like a demon! ]

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[But is she a demon??? that is a lot of pink, and no teeth Mabel can see yet. safe until 'oh god the biting why' starts]

What the hell kinda Scooby Doo have you been watching? I think it was a werewolf. I think. Don't quote me on that.

I thought it was like the dark gritty American McGee remake or something.

( priorities, Megan — )

Well, they did have shady-ass van. Handcuffs would be the least I'd expect to find there.

Yo that is for real gross as heck though like. I dunno you might have to cut off your arm now. You know how like when like coyotes like get their legs caught in a trap —

I think I'll keep my options open.

Sorry, no.

[ His polite tone manages to avoid suggesting this is a disturbing question even considering the circumstances. Just in all around basic presumptions. ]

Are you all right, though?

[oh no he's cute]

I am now.

Oh? Good.

[ This seems to merit a smile. A tentative one because she's still, you know, someone with a possibly-werewolf hand attached to her with a manacle.

Nnnot that he's too weirded out by that because: ]

Is that — um, safe to look at? Could I...?

[oh he smiles~ no wait she's still attached to a dead thing. dead things always ruin sex, she knows this from a sad amount of experience in these things]

I'm not entirely sure, to be honest, so don't touch it.

Oh, no, I don't really need to touch it, I would um, prefer not to...

[ Because yes. The smell. The deadness of it. Not that he hasn't handled worse, but hey, when the option not to touch a bizarre dead thing is available, why not take it. ]

But if it's not dangerous, maybe you could. Hold it up a little more?

[ Well maybe Mabel wouldn't want to fuck this weirdo and his weird requests anyway. ]

[hell Mabel has had worse. not that it is on the table, but she can dream.]

...Alright. Just don't make it explode? I still like this shirt.

—Is that a thing that can happen, or just a general. Explosion fear.

Not usually, I just like being prepared.

... I'm just going to look at it. I promise.

Look away.

[ Nothing explodes!

... right??

He just squints at it. Well, he squints his right eye more than his left, but whatever, that has to be the least weird thing in this situation, because it's not like staring through the demonic eye looks like anything other than squinting. He's just checkin' out that arm for magic and whatnot. ]

[The arm is definitely just dead. Mabel's brand of weird is unfortunately 'dead things that are sometimes very angry']

Should have seen the rest of him. Or not, 'cause I'm gonna have to do a lotta drinking to forget it.

You know, there are people who would probably pay you for that thing. I'm not saying I'm one of them, or that I'm associated with them in any way, but it is a fact. That I'm saying, with no particular agenda.

[ He gives her another bright smile. Make your brand of weird more profitable! ]

...Well I'm not against making extra cash, since I'm damn sure I got stiffed on this job. Those assholes claimed it was a coyote.

How much were they supposed to fork over?

They paid me 500$ to investigate. That shit doesn't cover 'hey it might be a maniac werewolf hiding out in some creepy sex dungeon prone to handcuffing itself to its victims before it - '

Er. 500$ was not enough.

... well, hey, I can't disagree with that. I would want at least fifteen hundred.

However, I could do two hundred for the hand. I mean. Since it's just the hand.

Three-fifty.

Two twenty five. I have the cash right here and you can't exactly put this on Craigslist.

Do you know how much gas costs these days? Fine. Throw in a dinner with that and I'm sold.

[ That makes him perceptibly more cheerful, not that he was a cloud of gloom to begin with. ]

Done. Sorry, my employers can get picky about specimens expenses. But not so much on business expenses. [ He grins. ] So pick somewhere worth it, for both our sakes.

[Score - wait her clothes are still trashed]

Give me enough time to shower, change, and find that damn hacksaw, and I'll get back to you.

Wait, wait. I'm Kai, okay? What do I call you?

[a name! that is promising. of course, he hadn't run away screaming yet, and that was the most promising thing of all.]

Mabel Albans. Don't worry, you haven't heard of me.

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