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[puckishly]

It has, Puck reflects, been an all right sort of four months, considering he spent them in Satan's thrall. Not as bad as it's made out to be, Satan's thrall. Remarkably hands-off

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[doc_venkman]

Nearby, there was a large fat cat cleaning himself.

"Surprised you're looking bummed, thought this was your sort of holiday."

[puckishly]

He tilts his head.

"We've a few hours yet 'til the day proper. Perhaps my spirits shall climb."

[doc_venkman]

The cat waddled a bit closer, and peered around, "Could have fooled us there. Guess Bar wanted to get a early start on it. Anyway, isn't the night before the traditional one for the tricks?"

Bad Venkman, baiting the trickster fairy. No treat for you.

[puckishly]

Puck looks utterly innocent.

"I am sure, my good feline," he says, "that I would know absolutely nothing about any of that."

[doc_venkman]

The kitty just smirked knowingly.

"...That's funny. ...Me neither."

[puckishly]

Puck beams.

"I'm terribly relieved. There are so few true innocents about anymore."

[doc_venkman]

Peter nodded sagely, so the cat looked especially wise now. He sat on his haunches.

"Yep, really a minority nowadays. Troublemakers outnumber the whole lot."

[puckishly]

A woeful sigh.

"Ah, me. We shall be overrun."

[doc_venkman]

"Weeeeell, you know the old saying, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. Or outdo them." He purred some more.

[puckishly]

Puck brightens.

"Shall we be beating them, then?"

Desperate last stands are fun!

[doc_venkman]

He smirked and glanced at his claws, "I got the tools, you got the magic. Let's make lots of money?"

[puckishly]

He blinks.

"If you insist."

Money sucks.

[doc_venkman]

"Don't like money? Fine, more for me." More purring.

"Got any ideas then?"