Was your unit not a fan of quiet?

[Paw on chin, but cat faces weren't exactly widely expressive for the note he was aiming for.

Sure, Ocelot could be certain Erik wasn't exactly mainstream military, but at the same time stealth and double reverse quadruple agentry was far more popular in the Cold War era, while the mainstreaming of PMCs was pushing things back towards more traditional warfare.]

No survivors is just as good as no witnesses, but every major government orders a healthy helping of both.

It's not like I've never worked for America.

[Ocelot then rattled off the address to his apartment, not terribly concerned about the security of the place seeing as it was thoroughly trapped.]

[The only truly notable features of the room were a questionable baggie with some vials and syringes on a coffee table guarded by a gunpla sized mech, a raunchy pinup of his fursona as a cowboy on a wall (accompanied by some regular cowboy pinups,) and a large, locked rifle case leant up against a wall. His revolvers and 'tools of the trade' were in the bedroom and thus not as obvious.

There's of course a few trip wires across the floor plan, the more obvious ones in the daylight were blatantly live with electricity. Clearly meant more for night security.

Behind the door was a small thud of Ocelot dropping to the ground, he walked out all of nine inches tall and in the vicinity of 3-4 lbs, having managed to shove his head through the wristband of his communication device so he could carry it with him.]

Good to see you in person.

Possibly more than I usually am since my scars are gone.

[Which frankly is weird as hell when you've never in living memory not had at least a couple of scars.]

Though I assume that will be temporary like the fur.

I knew it could happen, didn't quite expect to go through it myself so soon.

It'll take some adjusting.

The change or the adjustment?

Changes usually last until the relevant moon goes away, this would be the seventh time I've transformed in some way.

The adjustment I'll probably have managed by the end of the day.

I think it's usually just minor changes for most people.

Prior to this I just got the ears and tail, sometimes some claws and teeth.

[And last time, some magic to fiddle with, but he wasn't going to be forthcoming on that.]

The psychological symptoms are the truly insidious ones.

As in people influenced by Sanguis get a bit more aggressive, possessive and territorial. You'll almost always see some of them looking for fights.

Cordis is kind of flirty? it's hard to describe, for me I get hungry and a bit more touchy feel-y. Sometimes I'll use my medications more recreationally than professionally.

Iris, I don't know if there's deeper effects but you'll see a lot of them wanting to fuck just about anyone offering and it appears to be capable of overriding personal preferences.

I wouldn't say no to it, it is free funding after all.

[Even though he was already swimming in funds.]

Especially since it's not like I'm in a position to indulge the usual methods like this.

[Even if he were to find someone who fancied cats that much, bestiality just wasn't worth it.]

Oh, that is nice.

[Ear scritches though were turning out to be pretty good.]

[Aw yes, this is indeed The Stuff.]

Set up a free cat petting booth, be set for life?

Could try sneaking into one of the cat cafes and convince people I'm a resident, too.