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“C’mon man, it’ll be fine. Stop being such a wuss. You said you guys wanted a better method for sorting fics,” the small ferret said dismissively, looking over a stack of messy papers.
“Yeah, but I just meant maybe I could consider looking in the slush room more often, not, well, this!”
Burraku Pansa waved his arms to encompass the floor covered in a pulsating glowing circle with odd pieces of writing in a lurid blue goo. There were various items piled haphazardly around it: something in a beaker dripping and hissing onto an expensive-looking scientific machine, piles of paperwork with random notations and scribblings, a well-mauled ball of sock yarn with a label reading “Sock’s personal repair supply, no chewing!”, and more besides.
The ferret next to him frowned and waved some papers at him. “Well, too bad. I need to test my new theory for finding stories. See, based on these studies, and that story, and the dream I had last night, this chemical composition for the writing, combined with the power you can extract from the changeling summoning circle, I should be able to cast the spell despite not being a unicorn!“
“Wait, ‘should’?” The tall Angel furrowed his brow and looked even more concerned.
“Sure! Worst-case scenario is it overloads the circuit board and the second level alliteration spell it’s running crumbles and we both get hit with a significant amount of backlash and will be struck with a variation of the ‘Never Know Peace’ curse. Honestly, though, it’s pretty unlikely, as I made sure to add some pipe mold over it which should absorb things without issue. Now shush and move to where I told you to go before. I need to concentrate if we’re going to get good fics.”
Burraku grimaced and stood on the tape mark, glancing over at his partner nervously. She ignored him and carefully placed a headdress made of feathers and string over her ears and lifted a glowing rock. The rock and circle began pulsating in sync, slowly gaining speed and causing both Angels to begin shaking from some unknown effect.
“Annd herre wwweee ggggoooo…”
“FERRET! I TOLD YOU TO STAY THE HELL OUT OF MY LAB!”
The door slammed open and an even-more-belligerent-than-usual sock stormed in with the other Angels peeking around the corner and rapidly laying bets as to what would happen.
Ferret squeaked and jerked around to look for an escape route, the stone flying out of her paws and smacking Burraku in the chest, sending him backwards into the heap of equipment that had been cleared for the spell.
“Sock I can explain...Wait, something smells funny.” She lifted her head and sniffed, her whiskers twitching.
All eyes immediately looked to Burraku, who had begun trembling and emitting smoke.
“Ferret, did you decant that liquid Dimercuric tetraazide when you were moving things?” Sock asked as he began slowly backing up.
“You were making Dimercuric tetraazide!? I know you like explosions, but that could easily level the entire Fortress and Tree House! Are you trying to do a repeat of Twilight’s Library or something? Also no. Do you think that’s what’s doing it?”
“Probably, though I don’t know how it’s going to interfere with your weird voodoo.”
“It’s not Voodoo! Voodoun is an ancient and well respected religious practice. This is just some stuff I threw together because it looked cool. Oooh, the smoke’s clearing. BP, are you in there?”
As the smoke cleared, the Angels crowded in to see the result of Ferret’s work.
“You’re…” Core began before pausing, looking critically over the Angel.
“You’re a panther,” Raz supplied helpfully.
“I...I…” Sock seemed stuck in shock, staring wide-eyed at his lab and twitching slightly
“Not just a panther! A panther with a floaty cloud! It worked, it worked, it worked!” Ferret bounced around cheering in delight. “With that and your speed, I bet you can sort stories faster than ever!”
Burraku looked in the closest reflective surface he could find. Where once a tall, bearded human stood, there was now a rather confused-looking jungle cat, floating on what looked to be a small cloud.
“Is...is this permanent? I look like a Gary Stu.”
Ferret glanced up from where she was idly gnawing on a knitting needle. “Nah, you’re just a panther, and I think the cloud is a tech kludge. I’m sure I could change you back if you want. Though I should probably scram before Sock comes to and gets mad. Enjoy!”
She scrambled under a table and vanished.