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The ranger surveyed the supplies she'd laid out and nodded in satisfaction. Streamers, balloons, flowers, platforms to build on and tons and tons of paint amongst other odds and ends. It seemed like the otters would have all they needed to make some first class parade floats.

She pushed her hat back a bit and scratched her head. "Maybe I should have thought of a theme for this shindig?" she muttered aloud. The otters - especially some of the otters - could get up to some strange antics sometimes. "Eeehn. I'm sure it'll work out."

Smiling to herself as she set down the last of the rolls of burlap, she headed off to the jeep to put up some posters advertising the float supplies now littering the wide open field beside her ranger station.

"I really hope they don't just steal everything and run off."

Angelus was still annoyed and angry with the rangers previous idea of cleaning up the reserve...making THEM clean the reserve. Really though what had upset him most was how a pair of perfectly good black leather pants had been ruined by a magical runt. He had been forced to toss them in the river along with what had previously been a black silk shirt. Finding such items to replace them had been incredibly difficult, but he had managed. Of course having had to take time to re-dress had left him no time for mayhem and murder.

He was looking for a good dose of either at the moment, his eyes narrowed on a figure ahead. Red hair and green was striking enough to give him pause and bring him closer to investigate. He smirked and slid out of the shadows casually flicking his tail.

"Hello there...red...need a paw?"

Damshe Ralke had only visited the Ranger's Station once before. It had been his first trip to the Otter Oasis and he had hoped to speak with the Ranger in charge. Instead, he'd ended up becoming acquainted with an odd group of otters and torn a window out of its frame. He never got to meet the Ranger. It wasn't his most impressive start.

Now, he stood before it again, looking slightly baffled as to the fact that the Ranger was nowhere to be found. Much like the last time. Shaking his head in bewilderment, Damshe turned his head to see if the Ranger was anywhere around the Station. Instead, he saw two otters standing nearby. Much like the last time. But they were standing near a pile of odd, decorative materials. That wasn't like the last time at all.

Now here, Damshe was forced to ponder two things.

First, the otters. Prior experience with the critters told him that they were quite weary of human beings. Most of the time, anyways. He hoped to change that by making them more familiar with himself. However, he wasn't familiar with these particular otters yet, and they looked to be conversing intently. He decided not to bug them for the time being.

Now, the supplies. What were they for? Damshe walked slowly over the pile and carefully handled some of the materials. Somehow, they seemed to remind him of something, but what? Of course! These were materials to build parade floats! But why were these things here? Who would be building floats in the Reserve and for what celebration? On these, Damshe was far more puzzled.

"Still," he thought to himself. "I'm pretty good with work like this. Maybe when the people building these show up, I can lend them a hand. Be a nice way to exersize my creative flourish..."

If it wasn't for the years of practice she wouldn't have been able to stop the remark that blossomed in her head--"How about we set you on fire, first?"--from slipping out her mouth. The fact that he had called her delicious made her want to show him the proper term but she didn't let the irritation show. Hell, she even managed to look interested. Although that might have been because of the wonderful image in her head of the egotistical brute before her going up in flames. It was too bad that fire was so destructive of nature--otherwise she might've agreed to the idea in hopes of making her happy little thought a reality.

"Hardly. The ranger seems to have the sense to leave me alone," she retorted--unlike some others she could mention. "Torching, as you so eloquently put it, is more a hazard than it's worth. Unless you wanted to torch a bat," the corner of her mouth quirked up. Another prime candidate for burning at the stake--the clown, too. Although Harley would probably throw herself on it to save him. Ugh.

She turned her attention from that to the male. He looked nervous though he was hiding it rather well, she noticed a slight twinge in his eyes. "Are we hiding from the wife?" she quipped with a laugh. She would have said more but decided to leave it at that, best to keep to light things she could purr her way out of rather than having to reveal what she could do. Even if faces always did light up like Christmas lights when vines shot from the ground to tie them up. But she wasn't going to do that unless she had to. Especially with that human about.

"Leaving so soon?" she asked. She gave her eyes a roll at the male, though the remark about the bat had her narrowing them--it was hard to tell if it was in annoyance or interest. "Oh be sure to, I have so many things to tell him," she retorted though she highly doubted he would end up around these parts. Then again, she could deal with the bat showing up. She'd have to hang Harley if the clown ever did.

She shrugged her shoulders as Angelus slid back into the shadows. As much as she wanted to do something, she didn't want the human to see and she didn't want the vampire to know of her abilities. It was hardly any fun when the first time was ruined. She liked to surprise them with her vines and poison. She sighed, there simply wasn't anything to be done about it. She'd have to make a statement some other time.

With a toss of her red hair, she sauntered off. She gave a long gaze at the oblivious human before she disappeared. She'd seen two too many males today.