Utterly Mad

A few days later, Catnip awoke as she usually did. She rose blearily from her sparse bed, walked blearily to the single mirror and rough basin in her room, glared blearily at the hairless mess in the mirror before brushing her teeth and making her bleary way to the kitchen for toast and coffee. She avoided the main floor. She always avoided the main floor, but now she did so with an added level of care. She didn't want anyone seeing her in her hairless condition, pink scarred skin unmasked by a very thorough shaving.

For the girls who'd performed the act of barbery and the guards who'd overseen the operation, the experience had been rather intriguing. Every inch of fur that joined the ever growing pile revealed more and more of the plasma burned ruin that lay beneath. Catnip told them haltingly of how she had come by such terrible burns, and how it had led to her current appearance. The creature had been called "Apophis" and the main cause of her appearance, was greed. She told them how she could have made a clean get away, but had instead opted to loot the monsters domain while the beast had been close at hand. How it and it's retinue had burned her with green fire and set her muscles jumping with arcs of lightning. It was only the grace of luck and a special "blanket" that she managed to escape.

The girls had listened with an obvious awe that served to restore a bit of Catnip ego while the guards had hid their interest a bit better. Although, not much better. They asked her many questions after that, talking at length about there lives before and after the cataclysm and their hobbies. A topic which confused and interested all in the room greatly when it came to Catnip turn to speak. The talking was good, it eased her. When the topic came to boys, Catnip let slip that she had no boyfriend.

"But ai have a girlfriend." She told them before talking at length about Kathrine. It became clear very quickly that this Kathrine was a bit more than just a friend, and to the guards, it explained a lot.

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"A dike." One of them would later tell King and Braison.

"Either lesbian or bi." The other corrected. "She may not be willing in the sack sir, but she's a damn good conversationist. Had the girls trimming her hair eating up every word."

King mulled it over. Talented mechanic, or so she claimed, and a pleasant talker, or so his security staff said.

"What do you think pinky?" He asked his favorite madame. The albino misling didn't have to mull things over so much. It was because of her input, that Catnip was given her own collection of basic tools and allowed an allowance of scraps to work with.