The client was unexpectedly, well, normal looking. Middle-class, middle aged, and certainly not looking like she'd be interested in making purchases from someone like Circe and her associates. But she'd checked out as not cop, but the Larcenist had an idea.


Her handling of the guns on display was amateur hour. The mortal woman mumbled something about learning on rifles but not pistols.


This isn't what has her interest in the mortal. It was the rage bumbling off her, hot and tantalizing. This was someone after vengeance. Summer approved too.


"Might I suggest then, that you try something more like a rifle then," Circe pulls out a larger option. A sawed off shotgun. "Pump action, everyone knows it, 5 shell cap and one more in the chamber if you want."


Circe's group had gotten this one from out of country, so good luck to whomever tries tracking it. Her gloved hands offer the mortal the weapon to inspect. The customer handles it, including the chambering of the reload system, much better than she does the pistols. Clearly she'd not learned general usage yet.


"Regular shells are general usage, though buckshot does wonders on damaging soft targets," the woman looks at the Larcenist in confusion, "Anybody not wearing body armor," Circe clears it up and the mortal smiles.


Most would think it nice, but Circe? She could feel that rage and satisfaction rolling of the mortal. "Really quite unpleasant, much damage done if you have to, go all out, right?"


2 successes




The mortal does agree with her, the rage still simmering and barely affected by Circe's feeding. Someone had angered her greatly. Too bad for someone in the future, be it the mundy failing or her target.


Neither of which was Circe's problem.