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Date: July 9th, 2000 
Status: Public 
Setting: Lobby 
Summary: Help!

Bast’s plan to enter the hotel had been reasonably simple. Go in, act the housecat, attach herself to some poor sob before waiting for the opportune moment to reveal herself. Maybe squirrel in a favour or two by the means of a touch of pest control. Although with the two (three? The kitten’s information on the subject had been slightly blurred, but Bast put it down to his age and the sheer amount of occult energy about this place probably scrambling his brains) snakes about this last may have proved to be either unnecessary and/or highly difficult.

 

But what she hadn’t counted on where the two slavering great wolves now attempting to bare down on her.

 

The kitten (who called himself ‘feeds-with-snake’ –  what snake?) had known of several canines about the place, of course,  (at least two of which seemed to be shapeshifters of some kind, from what she could gather,) but she thought that even a kitten as obviously stupid as ‘snake would have known about two frickin’ huge wolves, clearly cat-eaters and not very well fed.

 

They by now had her backed firmly against a wall, and she was considering the merits of either jumping out the window or changing into her partially human shape -the first of which would most likely fail as the window was at least two feet too high for even a goddess to reach, and the second which would probably either scare the wolves away or make them angry enough to eat her anyway and leave her too exhausted to run – when the first of the wolves, obviously the alpha of the two and the greedier, lost patience and leapt at her.

 

Bast didn’t think. As the wolf came charging at her like a comet of grey fur, she shot straight upwards, landing on its back and sinking all sets of claws in. When the animal howled in pain, made a valiant effort to shake her off, then its companion made a valiant effort to bite her off, she began to think it may not have been the wisest of actions. Her swipe at the other wolf cost her paw-hold, but, she saw with some satisfaction, the creature had several cuts on its muzzle that it wouldn’t forget in a hurry.

 

Now, if she could just remember how to get out of scrapes like this…

 

The next snapping attempt to tear her to shreds made up her decision. Okay, screw not acting supernatural ‘til the opportune moment. If this wasn’t it, she’d have to wait to see Anubis in his profession attire before it came round again, at this rate.

 

HELP!! She screeched, sticking enough oomph behind the plea to give every non-human in the vicinity a headache for a week. She’d decided that she could probably use a hand.