Who let the frogs out? (RP)

Max takes several pictures of the paw print with her phone, making sure that at least one is clear enough for her satisfaction. Then she takes a napkin and the small marijuana baggie that once contained the treat she smoked with Circe - now empty of course. She uses the napkin to pick up the coarse hair and the baggie to store it, replacing her find back in her duffel bag.

She double checks for more clues, but assuming she finds nothing else, she leaves. That's when she bumps into the others.

"Hey Benji!" She cries as she sees them from a distance, recognizing Benji's ratty outfit even without the tailcoat. She jogs up to him and the other two with a smile. "These the friends you were meeting? Should have told me you were nearby, should have told-"

She interrupts her own sentence as she spots Emma. "Holy shit, if it isn't Mrs. Harper!" She pushes past Benji to get a better look at her. "We just have to keep meeting each other like this my dear. What are you doing in my neighborhood?"

Persephone sniffs around and regards Benji for a moment, wondering about who he's been rubbing elbows with. Then she thinks that they should walk the park, see if she can get a scent of the demonic, from one of these hidden portals that must exist around here, possibly a hint of brimstone where the hellhound that ate her once trod. Heck, maybe she can even get the scent of HERSELF...her dead body got torn to shreds around here somewhere--that has to leave some kind of demonic taint, one would think!

As she entertains these thoughts, Benji says something about the fae, and Emma gets excited for some reason. Persephone shrugs and follows, but asks, "Fae? What? Why do we care about them? Are they even real? I heard they were gone, anyway." She begins counting on her fingers and enumerating, saying, "I thought we were looking for, (A), a missing vampire named Elliott, (B) a hell hound that ate my corpse, and (C) something to use against the asshole wannabe demon cultists who work with Choudry, the guy who effing murdered me. What do the fey have to do with ANY of that??‽"

And before Persephone can get an answer, some guterpunk looking girl walks up and, apparently, is buddy-buddy with Emma. Then she hears the name. "Max? Max? As in the drug dealer that got my sister higher than she's ever been in her life? Huh..." She scans Max, her eyes moving up an down her body. Circe had extolled Max's hotness and sex appeal and went on and on about it in a most undignified fashion, so Persephone is definitely curious. She simply looks Max over and concludes, "Huh. Yeah OK I can see why Circe has a thing for you. Hey--be gentle with her, OK? She doesn't have experience with sapphic relationships."

"Hold the fuck up," says Max, who has just been given a lot to process - meeting her favorite author again, as well as Circe's demon sister.

"You're looking for that hellhound, that you know damn well I'm after, and you refused to work with me on it, apparently just so you could do it yourself, and now you're on MY turf doing whatever the fuck you please, in a place where you could easily have met up with me? We're gonna have to have a goddamn talk Benji." Max is still smiling but it's not exactly a friendly one anymore.

"I guess that can wait until after the excitement though. I'm followin' you now, eh?"

Persephone raises a finger and interjects, saying, "Um, I'm the one who is after the hellhound. A asshole named Choudry stabbed me about twenty times with a large knife, right in the chest, then a gel hound tore apart my body. My demon patron, um, patched me up. But I want some fucking revenge. And what do you mean 'your' territory? You lead a gang and this is your 'turf' or something?"