[b]Hsien![/b]

The cameras swing towards you and flash: white, green, silver. Above you, the towers of Sky Gate City are impossibly tall: white, green, silver. Mist curls around your feet and the tip of your tail: white, green, silver, black at the tips.

"I'm here live with Tail Seven," a reporter says, her teeth white, green, silver. She thrusts a-- a microphone. It's a microphone. White microphone. Gnawed on. "She's here giving her first interview after her crime spree! Somehow, despite the property damage, the theft, the trespassing, the cyberbullying, and the actual kidnapping of a virgin, nobody seems to have caught on to her [i]real[/i] motive. So, Tail Seven, I've got to ask: how [i]do[/i] you do it? This is your first time lying, deceiving, bamboozling, and otherwise hoodwinking mortals independently, but you're already taking to it like a pro! Is the trick that you have to convince yourself that you're telling the truth first? Is it true that the vending machine proposed already? What do you have in store for your captive princess now? Have you figured out the joke yet?"

The cameras are flashing, flickering, white, green, silver. The snaps are deafening. Everything you say can and will be used against you in court. The reporter is wearing sunglasses at night, like an anon message. If you do not defend yourself, someone's going to make a callout post.

[Shift: -Superior, +Danger.]

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[b]Shifu![/b]

"Do. Not. Move." Joshua says, sounding like he's just seen you press a button that's going to make everything explode like in the martial arts movies he watches on the weekends. He's backed up onto a desk, glasses askew, shooting extremely worried glances at the floor underneath your hooves.

"What the fuck," Izi says, clinging to her unplugged mouse with both hands, in the middle of a floor kabedon between said hooves. They are hooves, right? There's vestigial toenails but they're still part of the same column. She looks like she can't make up her mind between being pissed at you and being terrified and is settling for staring at you with the biggest eyed expression she's ever managed.

Behind you, desks have overturned, monitors have crashed to the ground, towers have come catastrophically unplugged, but it's hard to really get a good look behind you because of the big orange floppy ears. The ear-to-head ratio is amazing, isn't it? That and having a trunk. Trunks are cool. You could probably help pick things up with a trunk.

Izi's hand slowly reaches down towards the purse where she has her phone.

[Shift: reject influence or mark a condition.]