Circe's Manor

[AmbushCat]

Doppleganger: I was broken off, then transplanted here while the Manor was gone. The gamer lady's doing.

[Circe]

So I'm stuck with you, then...

[AmbushCat]

Doppleganger: Until I dissolve, yep. Whenever that is.

[Circe]

*Circe sighs.* Lovely...

[AmbushCat]

Doppleganger: So, about that 'sharpening my claws' thing...

[Circe]

...Fine, do what you must.

[AmbushCat]

Doppleganger: Cool.

*The kitty-copy gets back to wrecking havoc on the carpet, a.k.a. giving his claws a trimming.*

[Circe]

*Circe just sighs and tries once again to abandon the doppleganger.*

[AmbushCat]

*It takes a little while for the doppleganger to finish. Circe may or may not be out of the copy's line of sight by this point. Of course, the carpet that was being used is now a rather shredded mess.*

Doppleganger: *looks around* You'd think she'd know better than to leave someone like me unattended. I should learn her a thing or two. *thinks* The question is: 'how?'... ... *smirks* And I think I know just what to do.

*The copy walks down the hallway at a leisurely pace, keeping his senses open for any standalone Color energy. At his level of power, though, he can only detect whatever is in the rooms adjacent to the hall.*

[Circe]

*Circe is indeed no where to be seen. However, before the Doppleganger can find anything of interest, a maid comes up from behind and grabs him!* Well, what have we got here...?

[AmbushCat]

Doppleganger: *stares up at the maid cutely; does a Maxmell Smart impression* Would you believe that the kittens are out in force this year?

[Circe]

Not exactly.

[AmbushCat]

Doppleganger: I didn't think so. *tries to scratch the maid's hands with his front claws*

[Circe]

*Unfortunately for the doppelganger, this maid happens to be wearing gloves, and doesn't flinch at the scratches.* Rude little thing, aren't you?

[AmbushCat]

Doppleganger: What can I say? You're holding me the wrong way. *tries to bite through the gloves*