Who let the frogs out? (RP)

Max nods slowly and respectfully at the statue. "But you do know about it. Don't worry, I can play nice ehh... my good sir. Might you tell me about this wretched hound?" She says, putting on an affected manner. "I would know what you know."

Overhearing Benji, Persephone snorts, "You've known how to get back to the Hell Hound and Choudry's little lair all along? Benji! That man murdered me and that hound tore apart my corpse!!! I have declared my desire, repeatedly, to find revenge! You didn't think to mention this to me? What the hell, Benji... I thought you and I were friends."

Then, turning to Max, Persephone says angrily, "Even if scaredy-drac here won't go, I will. And I can protect myself just fine, thanks."

Max opens her mouth to speak, then closes it, making a gruff and confused noise before finally deciding on her words. "You knew. You fuckin' let me poke around in the dirt all morning when you fucking knew all along. What did I tell you Benji? What was the first fucking thing I told you when we met last night? I needed a friend. And here you are, keeping quiet about everything, letting me play the fool while... you know what, no. I'm not even going to fucking get mad about this."

She takes a deep breath and then another. The wolf wanted to come out and play. It had been blinking the sleep out of its eyes ever since she had cut loose and allowed herself the pleasure of those enhanced senses. And if she kept on arguing with Benji, if any one little thing set her off now, then she wouldn't be able to put it back to bed.

"I'm not even mad," she repeats, taking a deep breath. "Because this is exactly the break I needed. Take me to the tunnels Benji where the rosin trail begins. Persephone and I can make it the rest of the way ourselves if you want out. And don't you dare try and weasel out of it. That thing already killed an innocent. In my territory." Her voice is raised, and her lips are quivering with fury at that last part, though her companions can probably only puzzle at the reason why. "It has to be stopped, and the pigs certainly don't stand a chance. Let's go now."

She turns to Persephone. "Anyway, who the hell's Choudry?"

Hearing Benji's words, Persephone slumped, deflated. She turned to Benji and replied, "Ah, it's OK. Things have been happening so quickly; and honestly, I don't think I can handle ....what did you say? Dozens of feral vampires? Um, no. Not as I am right now, certainly. Sorry. Max. So what's the deal with this frogs, again, Benji?" She began to grab the frogs and, for lack of any better place to put them, plopped them into her $500 purse.

Then, when Emma spoke, Persephone pointed a thumb at her and said to Max, "Yeah, what Emma said. Choudry's my murderer. And he works with a group of rich a-holes who have an elite club around here."

When Emma spoke of leaving, Persephone stepped closer and spoke quietly, saying, "Hey... Would you, um, like any help?"

Persephone nods and turns to Benji and Max, who seem to know about these things, and asks, "Um, Benji dear? I have a frog in my Prada bag. What am I supposed to do with him? Find him a little faerie door? Feed him Lucky Charms?"

"Several days," says Max quietly. And then louder and more angrily: "Several fuckin' days!" She begins pacing with agitation, talking more to herself than anyone else. "I can't fuckin' go off and vanish for several fuckin' days! I got work! I got a ki... kinda of a lot people to look out for! I got a fuckin' life up here and it ain't gonna just sit and wait two weeks for me to trot off and kill this fuckin' hellhoaaaaaaaaaoooooowwww!"

Her last words are interrupted with an entirely inhuman howl. She shakes her head back and forth and growls and snarls in one last bid to regain control of herself. It's not enough. Her clothes begin shedding. Fur sprouts from her bare skin as her form twists into a larger, quadruped form. She falls to all fours.

And then Max was a werewolf.

Persephone's eyes go big and she instinctively steps in front of Emma protectively. She looks at Benji, trying to gauge if he is as surprised as she is--did he know?

Persephone prepares for a fight!