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Location: Three Hooves Tavern



Oh the awkwardness of small talk, it was somewhat reassuring to the undead ghoul (now bat mini) that there were some things that never changed no matter what form one took. "Adequate at best," she answered the regular, trying to salvage what little of her pride she could. The ruckus had not gone unnoticed, even Tess couldn't pretend to ignore that.

Especially when a certain bone-legged mini began talking about Hunters. Oh Jack, Tess recognized that voice, and even if she didn't the mere talk of hunters set her nerves on edge. She made note to stay away from what was sure to be a great scuffle.

"This doesn't happen often, does it?" she cringed at Kaneshiro, hoping to hear some bit of good news.

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Kane smirked and opened up his mouth to answer Tess, buuut~

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO."

Oh by the ... this was getting good.

"Did Dwight set you up for this, because if he did, tell him it's not funny, man, joke's over, haha, cough it up."

"Can't really say it does or doesn't," Kaneshiro finally answered Tess, smirking, as he glanced frantically between all of the parties. The kit took the time to down some more of his brew. He just had to take this all in. "This your first time?"

"Time. Though not for a lack of trying to force myself to return to normal. Even snow shifting didn't work." A sad shake of his head, the wings flicked again along with his tail. At least King was slightly okay with his new body. "If something caused it this time, such as horsemen, then it's a safe bet that they might know a cure." Stretching out, his back gave a little pop. So nice.

"But I doubt we will be like this for an extended time. What is not natural is ill suited to us you know?"
Looking to the yelling minipet who was saying something about a captain America and a Dwight made the wolfos turned BB wolf sigh and walk over. "I am afraid that this is not a joke. It seems several of us have become minipets. And it apparently, if caused by the horsemen, but if this Dwight is one of them, then I feel the need to have a discussion with him."

Mark - aka: really not Captain America but actually Tony Stark okay - eyed the green...minipet...thing suspiciously. "My first time what?" He sniffled. "I'll have you know, I've done this a lot of times, whatever it was, I've done it so many times, it would make your head spin. Round. Right round. Right round-"

- King's comment caught the assistant Hunter-turned-minipet's attention as he rolled his eyes. "What an acute observation Sherlock. I'm sorry but what division did you spawn from again, was it Life because you have that very same like, vacant eyed stare." He didn't know about everyone else, but being a minipet was really not improving his mood. "Of course it's not permanent, Fear influxes rarely are, thankfully we managed to limit the amount it was channeling but like, all we really need are Fear samples from the original source to attempt to create a portal back." A pause. "And my equipment." Another sad sniffle. Another clump of his balding, patchy mane fell off as he yet again, rolled his eyes at Rep. "Look tattooed red kitty thing, I've been having like, a really bad day, and I don't care who's fault it is I just really want to you know, go home. So assuming this is a backlash problem and not yet another alternate dimension I think, I dunno, just maybe we can go home if we find some fragments of the stupid mirror thing." More clumps of hair fell off, as Mark tried to put his arms on his head - they didn't get very far and all he ended up doing was flailing a little. "God, I like hate this possibly a little more than I hate reality TV."

Location: Three Hooves Tavern

"Uggghhh. Did somebody catch the license plate of that truck?" Jordan rolled over and put a hand up to rub his eyes. Tried to, anyway. His hand felt weird. And his face felt weird. For that matter, everything felt weird. He opened his eyes and found a paw in front of his face rather than a hand.

Just to be sure, he flexed his fingers. The paw's toes flexed. Yep. Okay. Currently something else. He twisted around to get a look at himself, and wow, way more flexible than usual. A cat of some sort. Figured.

At a glance, the room looked to be filled with minipets. Wait - wasn't this - were they in the scarefari? This was seriously confusing. At least he didn't feel horrendously injured; whatever had thrown them into the scarefari as minipets seemed to have made them healthy minipets rather than broken and bleeding ones.

He rose to his feet, his tail lashing with irritation, and looked around. Great, there really wasn't any way to tell who was who, was there? "Hey, who's here?"

LOCATION: THREE HOOVES TAVERN

Rep looked on with vague tail-flicking irritation as the other minipet - who was most definitely a hunter given his comments on Life division - ranted. He didn't understand everything that was said, but did cling to key phrases like of course its's not permanent, that was his favourite one.

He got up to stand, once again reminded how weird it was to walk on all fours at all times, you just didn't get the shift in altitude when you stood up. "Rep." He stated, not that he figured it mattered, he didn't know the other hunter's name either. He just knew he was generally bad news.

"Oh I dunno, I think I hated the tits more." he stated distantly, before hauling his brain back in line. "So like, we are looking for bits of a magic mirror? ******** hell, maybe we'll run into Alice and Snow White along the way. Anything specific they should look like other than just bits of glass?"

King got a glare "And don't eat him either. He knows s**t." he eyed the clumps of mane "And you might catch mange."

He was too engrossed in the conversation at hand to immediately realise backup may just have arrived.

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HP: 30/30
Element: Dark - Once per battle, 1d6 special dmg/heal - +1 Damage modifier
Faction: Sun Hunter

Location: Tavern

Jerry groaned at the bite-sized-bird comment. Rep was the last person he wanted to deal with while in this predicament. Feathers still ruffled as he managed to stand up again, peering up from the large owl and even larger cat before another familiar voice rang past- "JORDAN! Oh, God, Alpha I'm so glad to see you-" It was awkward to run- he wasn't sure if the sensation was like having his knees on backwards or running very very tippy-toed. Wings flailing for balance, the little bird hop-hobbled his way over to the familiar-voiced minipet only to stop in his tracks, "Y-you're a cat too? Fabulous. FABULOUS." He practically sobbed. "I'm going to get eaten. I'm finally not a trainee anymore and I'm eaten by cats."