A sleek black cat crept along the street, eyes green as they stared up at a poster. Why not? Al had nothing better to do. 

The air blew harshly against the fur he currently wore, his familiar shape so very comfortable. Cats were common-place around here. Especially strays. Al prefered a life of running around and looking for something new than a life being pampered. He'd done it once, shifted into a beautiful tiger and was bought by royalty. Treated like gold, he'd been, but grew tired of it and slipped away in the middle of the night, coming back here.

And here he was now, listening to a young woman say something about other planes, helping humans. There was another man there, who seemed to want an actual explanation but honestly, Al didn't care about that sort of thing. He'd deal with it when he got to it. So he shifted into his human form, squaring his shoulders and pushing back the deep grey of his sleeves to his elbows. [color=39b54a]"I'm in. What's first on the To Do list, then?" [/color] If the red-headed woman wanted a demonstration of his abilities, they'd need a warehouse or something akin to that but he assumed she didn't need much of anything but his word for now.

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