[h1][b][i][color=Orange][center]Michelle Diggby[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=Orange][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Palace Grounds [color=orange](E3)[/color]
[color=Orange][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A [/center]
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Karma, nay, her faith in her collegues rewarded Michelle; of course they wouldn't be distracted by a kitty-kat in the hallway unless it was of importance. Michelle narrowly avoided being spanked by the mutant cat, and by avoided she meant she barely had time to flinch before the horror slung its limbs in a humiliating demonstration of his strength and agility. Goose was not to be messed with, at all, and counted her lucky stars she hadn't stuck up her teammates, someone might have over reacted.

[color=orange][i][b]"Mrow.[/b] Well said."[/i][/color] Michelle thought.

Cornish threatened the cat with a one way trip and Michelle struggled to keep her own composure, she didn't know much about the human or the cat but her money was on the tentacles. Michelle remained professional only due to the knowledge it would be her turn later, and she'd likely not such a polite way to put it. Niah seemed to have tamed the beast with petting and grooming but this alone was not enough to reassure her sufficently to try petting him herself for the time being. Michelle wondered how she would ingratiate herself with the fluffy eldrich god. Food? Toys? A Blood Oath? For the time being Niah had him under control, or vica versa, and it seemed to be keeping him calm.

Michelle was content smugly keeping her trap shut until Wanda was mentioned, her royalist interests aroused, [color=orange]"Princess Wanda? Here? Or real Wanda? What were you upto?"[/color]