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[somebodysdog]

For a moment when the door opens, there's a blonde woman in a brass breast plate and leather skirt over leggings standing in the doorway.

As she steps in, her uniform gives way to... well, Angua doesn't want to know what this outfit is supposed to be.

"What the bloody hells?"

Someone want to explain to her what Halloween actually is?

[OOC: mun

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[asar_suti]

There is a small purple fox, and it giggles, yapping.

[somebodysdog]

She doesn't speak fox. At least not very well, so she just glares at the fox.

"Shut up."

[asar_suti]

"You look funny," the fox said, perfectly understandable.

[somebodysdog]

Planting both gloved hands on her green hips, she eyes him.

He doesn't smell foxy either.

"So do you," she points out.

[joker_is_wild]

She gets a long, slow up-and-down examination. "That's a nice look for you, Ivy ..."

[somebodysdog]

He, on the other hand, gets a smile.

One of those Smiles. The smile that goes straight past mere optical sensors and human genialities and triggers a reaction in the back of the brain. A smile that, while it looks for all the world like a pleasant human greeting, is, in fact, just a way of showing a lot of teeth.

She's always found it so much more effective than a mere glare.

"Who's Ivy?" she asks, voice dripping with saccharine.

[joker_is_wild]

The smile bounces off him. She's got nothing on Batman. "Not you, it seems. So who are you under the skin?"

[somebodysdog]

"Angua von Uberwald."

Sometimes the name carries weight. Admittedly not usually here, but still. This one gives her the creeps, and she knows to trust her instincts.

"And you?"