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[bearitone]

Like normal drugs weren't bad enough.

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[secondshift]

As opposed to what? One of those super-drugs that will cure your migraines but might give you a brain infection?

[bearitone]

Wrong kind of drugs. Think more along the lines of narcotics and the like.

Only cursed.

[secondshift]

...Huh. That is worse.

Although I don't know, some of those prescription drug commercials, the list of side effects seems longer than anything they actually do.

[bearitone]

And my current caseload. Yay, me.

I love how they always try to sneak in "risk of sudden death" in half of them like that's not going to stick out like a sore thumb no matter how you phrase it.

[secondshift]

You're a cop? Welcome to the club.


Yeah, I'm just now realizing how many late-night commercials I watch.

[bearitone]

Detective, technically. And I've been here a while.

Psht, sleep has never been a problem. Sorry for you.

[secondshift]

Then I guess I should say that's Sergeant Karen Donahue to you, then. [Chuckles.]

[naturaldisasster]

Drugs'll end you, son.

[bearitone]

Don't expect me to say that off duty.

[bearitone]

Yes. And it's usually worse when you have some kind of curse laced into it.

[secondshift]

If we're off-duty most of the time you'll just see me chasing around a ten-year-old.

I'm still trying to figure out what to do for my son's birthday.

[bearitone]

Laser tag. You'll be his hero forever.

[secondshift]

Hmm. I hadn't thought of that, thanks.


Which department do you work out of?

[bearitone]

Magical Affairs. I usually liase with Vice work but MA is criminally understaffed, so we work whatever cases the rota throws at us.

[secondshift]

I'm Homicide. Day shift. You ever see me in the hall, say hi.

[naturaldisasster]

Cursed drugs... [She gives him a skeptical look.] Well, in that case, darlin', I'd say you need a new hobby.

[bearitone]

[He shrugs, an exaggerated thing, and gives the woman a pained look.] It's my job.

[naturaldisasster]

It's your job t'be trippin' on some hoodoo? What are you, a street-pharmacist? Unless-- [She eyes him up, surreptitiously checking for a badge.] You don't look like one of th'boys in blue...

[bearitone]

Vice. The dress code standard's relaxed for us when we do a lot of UC work.

[naturaldisasster]

Oh, I see. A badge pretending t'be a street-doctor. How's that workin' out for ya?

I really do need to choose a less scruffy PB

[bearitone]

Still alive, aren't I?

Psssh, never.

[naturaldisasster]

[She snorts.] That's how y'measure success? So, no one's put you in th'ground yet. Good on you.

[bearitone]

With my job? [He snorts and shakes his head.] I really don't care for being the test subject for whatever jackass decides to paint a target over the head of MA that week. I like it when we catch our guy just fine, but managing to do it without being turned into spiders is great, too.

[naturaldisasster]

...MA?

You wanna run that by me, again? I mean, I'm all for not getting turned into spiders, but... Quoi?

[bearitone]

....MA? Magical affairs? [He shrugs sheepishly and looks away for a moment.] I'm a Shapechanger.

[naturaldisasster]

Please don't take this th'wrong way, but, are you high?

[bearitone]

Are you? MA's been a thing for years. [He moves his windbreaker, revealing a belt holster with gun on one hip and a Seattle PD badge clipped close to the other.]

[naturaldisasster]

Bullshit! [At least, she's pretty sure. Oni was on the other side of Death for nearly five years. Some things had to have changed, sure, but the Beast Courts would be in an uproar if they were outed just like that.] How many years?

[bearitone]

[His head jerks back with the outburst and he flounders for a minute, trying to find the right words.] Twelve, I'd say? Law enforcement needed people that could handle the supernatural without it turning into a clusterfuck.

[naturaldisasster]

[If he thinks that's an outburst, he should see Oni when she really throws a tantrum. She merely crosses her arms under her chest, with a highly skeptical look.]

So you're a shape-changer, then? Alright. Let's see it.

[bearitone]

....Seiously? Right here? [He looks around nervously to see if anyone's paying attention. When his worry is satisfied, he sighs and pulls his badge and gun out of their suspensions and places them in a satchel. With a deep inhale, he closes his eyes, and in seconds his form expands and grows hairier, shifting from dark brown hair to a thick chestnut pelt. His clothes- spelled to merge with him to avoid nudity problems- glow with previously invisible sigiled and vanish, leaving behind an adult male grizzly staring intently at Onida.]

[naturaldisasster]

...For some reason, I thought you'd be taller. [Color her unimpressed. She looks up (way up) at the were-bear's face, but the fact that she isn't simultaneously pissing and shitting herself is probably telling.] Merde. Are you a Gurahl?

[bearitone]

[Bless you. The thing just stares at her for a few seconds longer before he shakes his head no and sitting back on his haunches. Now that he's in bear form, he can't really remember why he was so apprehensive to do it.]

[naturaldisasster]

My, my... Aren't you just full of surprises? [She'd long ago learned that there were a variety of werewolves, but she never thought the same might be true of the other kinds of Fera too.] I guess you weren't just talkin' out of your ass.

[bearitone]

[Trevor gives her what's basically the bear equivalent of a shrug. No harm done. However, he does move forward again, this time on all fours, revealing the satchel didn't disappear with the rest of his clothing. Tentatively he sticks his nose near her face and gives a few tentative sniffs before rubbing his head on her arm. In her defense, he's never heard of any other variants on his race, either, that wasn't just a difference in what animal you turned into.]

[naturaldisasster]

[Oni's eyebrows rise nearly to her hairline-- That is some very friendly body language. Or, rather, it would be if it had come from a wolf. She's far less fluent in how bears socialize, but she's almost positive that he didn't need to get that close to her to smell her.] Whoa, are you scenting me? I'm gettin' some mixed signals here, cher.

[bearitone]

[His eyes actually look like they widen before he's stepping back a foot or four with another wild shake of the head. It isn't necessarily bear behavior, but a habit he picked up reassuring humans he wasn't about to eat them. ]

[naturaldisasster]

[At that, she actually laughs aloud.] Gonna give yourself whiplash, shaking your head any harder than that. I'll have you know, I smell delightful. There are plenty of hommes who would love t'sniff me like that.

[bearitone]

[If bears could blush, this would be about where it would happen. Instead he takes one of his fore paws and shyly swipes it over his snout before he shakes a bit, standing again at his full height. In seconds, Trevor is back in human form, where that blush sticks out like a sore thumb.] I really didn't mean anything by it, ma'am.

[naturaldisasster]

[The blush was cute, really. It almost made her want to take pity on him. Almost.] No harm, no foul. You always this jumpy, Carebear?

[bearitone]

Only around people I make an ass of myself around. [He chuckles.] Carebear is new.

[naturaldisasster]

Pffft-- You're alright. You're just different from other werebears I've met, that's all. [A wolfish grin.] And if you aren't careful, it may stick.

[bearitone]

Thanks, I guess. And I have been called worse, so I don't mind it so much.

You're awfully chill about this for a human.

[naturaldisasster]

[Oh, this smile. Like butter wouldn't melt. Trevor may have been forthcoming with what he is, but the she-wolf sees no reason to reciprocate.] 'Reckon I am... But, like I said, you aren't th'first werebear I've seen.

[bearitone]

[Trevor shrugs. Ursids might be rarer than some other types of Shapechanger, but he knows several in his city alone.] I don't doubt it. Most humans are just weird about the supernatural.

[naturaldisasster]

What can I say? I've never been th'type t'scare easy. [She wondered vaguely if his kind could smell deceit like Garou can. That'd be problematic but, until she knew for certain, she was keeping her cards close to her chest.]

[bearitone]

[He can't smell deceit, per se, but his senses can pick up on more obvious signs of nerves: excess sweating, changes in breathing, heart rhythm if he focuses as hard as he's able to with no distraction. But he lacks the intuition to tell what means what, exactly beyond broad, generalized reactions. He can "smell" magic, but only when there's an active effect in place. He can't tell a changer from a vampire from a human from a wizard unless they're up to something.] Then consider yourself lucky, I guess. Most people would be trying to call the cops. So, thanks for that.

[naturaldisasster]

[Unfortunately for Trevor, Oni has ice-water running through her veins. She hated to think she was well practiced when it came to deceipt but, with her kind, it was a necessary evil.] Luck had nothin' t'do with it, darlin', I promise you that. But I won't call th'cops on you, even if you did rub yourself on me.

Just be careful, cher. Not everbody's as understanding as I am. Gonna get yourself in a world of trouble, brushin' your fur on strange women.