Revenge on the 'Fat Doctor'

[hellburger]

A cat demon and a blond man in military fatigues are picking their way through the winding streets of the Nexus Commercial District. The buildings and infrastructure are still festooned with ice and snow, partly from whatever passes for winter in the Nexus, partly -- Miller suspects -- the work of that spirit, North.

One of the (admittedly many) perks of the demon body seems to be a better tolerance for the cold. He glances back at his real body to make sure it's not getting frost-bitten before revisiting Dr. Hill's business card. He brings it to his nose and gives it a long sniff. Some kind of aftershave, notes of tea. God, he'll gladly keep this nose if he can. What an asset.

"Smell's getting stronger. We should be close?" The two tails swirl in slow, deliberate circles.

"How're you holding up, Neko-chan?" he calls over his shoulder.

Comments

[magnetite_plz]

Nekomata's doing her best to keep her ear to the ground figuratively speaking as they've been wandering. T'Yer is expecting a shipment from his homeworld any day now. Where did Susan's Menagerie of Mithril relocate to? Did Tantalus ever schedule their next tour?

Nothing about creepy doctors and their creepy magic. Still, worthwhile information to hold onto for later. It's mildly easier to gather information in this body. Her senses may be duller, but she doesn't stand out quite so much in many of the circles here.

Of course this is made somewhat more difficult because of the fact she is freezing. Neko's got her hands shoved into her pockets and her shoulders stiff in an attempt to block the worst of the chill wind.

"Oh, you knyow, the usual. Dying of the cold." Her teeth are chattering and she can't stop shivering. "This sucks, by the way."