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[homoraptor]

On an abandoned baseball field not far from the Main Gauche, one small beat-up sedan rolls to a stop near a collection of other beat-up cars, a truck or two, and one SUV which seems to have been mounted with a forward-facing chainsaw. Out of the newest car hops a Malek, who pops the trunk, bops back (opening the doors for his passengers on the way

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[technicallyiam]

Missy's near the sidelines, painstakingly removing her collar (it has a little Christmas bell on it today), and getting into whatever passes for a 'zone' when it comes to scrum, considering... It's not really a zone sport and behemoths aren't really the 'zone' sort of demons, unless you mean 'Twilight Zone,' but whatever.

This promises to be more fun than she's had in a long while. She hasn't playing scrum since she was a kid.

[scrummers]

There's a tiny brunette - well, not that tiny, but she looks like she's still in here teens where she's probably at least in her twenties or early thirties - bouncing around, and she grins when she sees a new face and hops over. "Stephanie Ladier," she squeaks, appropriating one of Missy's hands for a handshake. "Are you new? I haven't seen you around. There aren't that many behemoths in Cicero which is really sad so it's great to meet you!"

She does this to everyone. Even Dolly. That was a fun time to explain...

[technicallyiam]

Missy beams- oh look, a behemoth after her own heart. "Missy Ashford," she grins toothily, after she manages to get her hand back. "And that's a shame, isn't it? I think this place could use a few more like us."

And then Chicago would probably explode, but it's been in danger of exploding long before. At least if it burns to the ground because of behemoths, it would be happy destruction.

[scrummers]

"Oh, definitely!" Steph beams. "I have a friend who's this adorable little Teme - actually really cute, you know - but he's just not the same. And you can't wrestle with temes or anything. You always have to worry that you're gonna break them. Oh! Did you see we have a human here? She's a shifter. Isn't that so cool? I always thought humans wee a bit lame, but she just gets in and scrums with the best of 'em."

Behemoths kinda have the market cornered on hedonistic joy of life. It's cute.

[technicallyiam]

Missy wrinkles her nose a little. "My best friend's a Charun. I don't have to worry about breaking her. She's versatile." And, you know, spends a great deal of time with Behemoths and Rakshasa, apparently.

Missy blinks a little at the human comment and stands on her tiptoes (not it's necessary as she's rather tall on her own) as if she's trying to sniff out the human- difficult as there are humans in the crowd too. "Huh. I didn't think humans were nearly good enough for something like this. They break so easily."

She has odd view of humanity that mostly amounts to them being fun to chase.

[scrummers]

"Oh I know." Stephanie pulls a face. "I used to live down in North Carolina near Fort Bragg and that was the only time Dad and I even ever found ones that were a bit tough. Most of them aren't any fun. But this one is special!" She bounces up on the balls of her feet, pointing out Dolly - who, at 5'9" and 180lbs is not exactly inconspicuous even among the behemoths. "She's not as good as, like, Adonis, but she's cool."