Werewolf Attack!

[Ookalf]

*Ookalf starts laughing.* Oh, man...

*Yoko, meanwhile, shakes her head.* Yeah, that's Ambush Cat for you... He doesn't seem to have much regard for personal space, but other than that he's basically harmless.

[Whatevr89532]

"Uh...i-i-if you, say so." He doesn't seem to be used to talking cats in general, much less ones that can appear in sleeves at will. That shirt was definitely empty before he put it on.

[Ookalf]

He heh, hoo...

*Yoko looks at Ookalf for a moment, then turns back to Al.* Anyway... Dad and I were just discussing ways we might be able to get you totally human. You have anything to throw into that?

[Whatevr89532]

He looks at Ookalf and Yoko for a second. "You're his..n-nevermind. Uh, anyway, I don't know anything about werewolves that wasn't taught by movies. And they all either said there was no cure, or something about killing the one who bit you? But that doesn't seem very likely..."

[Ookalf]

Yeah... From the sound of things, you're either from another world or just somewhere very far off. Either way, finding whoever turned you doesn't seem like it'll happen any time soon.

So, we figured we'd poke around some of the local magic shops and see what they've got. How's that sound to you?

[Whatevr89532]

"S-sure." By now Al knows there isn't any point in asking about the existence of magic shops.

[Ookalf]

Great. So, you ready, or... well, I guess you don't have anything you need to grab before we go...

[Whatevr89532]

"Yeah, I should be good. Th-thank you guys again, though.."

[Ookalf]

What can I say, I'm a hero. It's what I do. *Ookalf shrugs and heads outside.*

Unofrtunately, Dad's bike doesn't exactly sit three comfortably, so I'm gonna be sitting this one out... Maybe next time.

[Whatevr89532]

"Well, see you later then." Al heads out with Ookalf.

[Ookalf]

Yeah, later. *Outside, Al finds Ookalf seated atop his bike, the Howler, and pulling on a helmet.*

Ah, there you are. Catch! *Ookalf tosses another helmet to Al.*

[Whatevr89532]

Al puts up both of his hands as if expecting the helmet to be a cannonball aimed directly at his head. When it isn't, it lands on the ground after not hitting him very hard. He picks it up with silent embarrassment, and puts it on before climbing onto the back of the bike.

[Ookalf]

*Ookalf looks back to Al.* You gonna be OK back there? Don't want you falling off or anything...

[Whatevr89532]

Al nods, "I'll b-be okay. I don't have much experience riding bikes, but I just need to h-hold on, right?"

[Ookalf]

Yep. Don't worry, I'll try not to go too fast... *And Ookalf drives off!*

(You OK with bringing this to another thread?)