Munro remembers he felt a bit determined yet a bit scared. He had no idea who these people were. He was often with the leaders anyway, hanging around. He only saw them and had a big ego when he talked to them. That's how people knew him. He just felt one drip of sweat. Of course, you might be saying "but they can't sweat! You said that!" I said it depends on the form. This form sweats. So he wiped it off, inhaled sharply as he started entering the room.

He was immediately met with a table with everyone. At least, in demon purgatory. He swore he wanted to just melt because everyone immediately looked his way. He'd say his own was escaping his body but to be fair, he couldn't. His soul was dead. He was a shape shifter, yes, with past live versions but come on. It wasn't counting as a soul. So he may as well say he felt like just dropping and just going back to earth. Because that's more logical.

He just walked in and everyone saw what he actually looked like. They thought he'd look like one of his other forms or the leaders or something but no. One black eye with a white pupil, one eye with a black pupil and it being white, large fangs sticking out like some saber-toothed , missing arm which he didn't really morph into because he didn't expect this much of eyes on him, a devil tail which was a lot thinner then anyone else's, if they had one, one horn sticking up while the other was either hidden but some of his scruffy hair so he wasn't just a plain shape shifter or the horn was completely gone.

He got to the table and cleared his windpipe. He didn't know how to start this and didn't even write down anything. He just had a sorta suitcase bag, which clipped and went over his shoulder, where his missing arm was. It was right against his neck and he was holding it. Before he actually thought of what he was gonna say, someone spoke. "Munro, right?" A nervous, quiet voice asked. He was a bit taken aback by the sudden voice but at least it wasn't loud. So he inhaled a bit and then answered. "Yes, as you know. Munro is my name.. Uh.. You probably know what I am." "Yeah, we do. Idiot." Another voice spoke, who sounded more feminine but more angry then the other. Munro had no idea how to respond.

Well, he could reply by saying 'Shut up' or something, but he was kinda responsible for his actions now. He kinda needed to not go to anger immediately and try to act like the other leaders. Somewhat caring or calm or whatever! Wait... How'd they act again? God damnit. Not really. God hasn't been down here. He hopes. Oh hair gel in a bottle he needs to stop thinking of random things! This is why he can't focus!

"Jiggs, no need to say that..." He heard. He kinda zoned out so he didn't even hear a word. But he could tell people seemed scared of him. He was very confused until Jiggs started swearing off at him. It must've been his face. He had his eyebrows furrowed down and was biting his lip a bit, which kinda looked like he was gonna start growling. Okay, fine, just a misunderstanding.

"Can we just get to the introduction?" Someone asked. "With him?!" "He's our second leader so yes, Jiggs." Everyone was talking and at some point Munro got distracted again. He swore he had some issue where he just couldn't focus on pointless things. But he decided to look at the surroundings. It was like a office, white with some scratch marks and some dust in the corners, there wasn't any windows, a projector was there along with a little handle that you yanked down so it'd have the projector do it's work.

The others were still yelling about some useless, thing, he didn't know. He wasn't listening. He should've stopped it but he honestly didn't know how. He didn't have to deal with this naivety at all. So he didn't bother. That's when he looked at the desk and wiped it a bit with his hand. He morphed the missing arm into a weird looking human like hand with a sleeve of a nun. It was another form's hand. He made sure the bag stayed up as he looked at the dust. It was pretty dusty and it stood out from his finger. This place was awfully just.. A bit unclean. Though he can't explain. He didn't care. It was just interesting. He made sure not to spawn the younger girl who died after a bully beat her up.

She hated dust. No one really knew but he did. He almost choked on dust when he wasn't a shape shifter. He wasn't sure about anyone else. He knows the cat wasn't bothered. Speaking of cats, he could feel something at his leg. So he slowly looked down and saw another cat. It wasn't him, he knew, besides, it looked different.

The cat had piercing green eyes, some red marks on it's mouth near its eyes and on it's chin.. Either bit people or meat eater. The cat seemed to have some hoodie on it, covering it's ears. It was a very dark blue while the cat was black and white. Munro didn't mind cats. Besides, he was basically one. His first life was a Egyptian cat treated like a goddess.. Why would he then hate cats??

So when he saw no one was calming down, he slowly kneeled down to the cat. That's when he noticed a small choker like collar on the cat which had a name. 'Sneak' was it's name. He just stared at the cat for a while before it meowed at him, that's when people suddenly stopped fighting and realised Munro was there still, just kneeling to a cat. Their cat. "Oh, I see you've met sneak!" One of them said, their voice oddly flirty in a playful manner. He just nodded and scratched the cat's head a bit as he stood up.

"Well..uh..we should actually introduce ourselves.." "Well. That's why we have this pointless meeting." Jiggs scowled before Banshea gave her a look, saying to shut up and just go with it. So Jiggs did, even if she was a snake, drool of venom would be dripping all over the floor. Munro didn't really say anything because he had already introduced himself, so why would he say who he was again? Exactly. He didn't have to... Unless everyone is deaf. Then how do they even fight? What is logic anymore? Oh. Damn. He's getting off topic.

He made himself go back to reality and that's when Jiggs stood up. "Jiggs, Demon, don't go anywhere near me you cocky-" "Jiggs! Shut!" Banshea whispered, which was obviously a held back yell as she yanked Jiggs arm down, forcing her down back in the seat. Jiggs went down with a thud and just then, her chair tumbled right over,causing her and the chair to fall very loudly to the floor. Munro looked absolutely concerned for everything going on because where he was, he didn't see this. Unlike the others who chuckled.

He didn't really know how to react so he just stared in absolute incertitude because he didn't know what to react with. Did he laugh like the others, did he ask if she was okay, did he ignore it, did he just sacrifice her to the gods right then and there? What the hell does he react with?! He needs answers! What does he react with? Seriously...then again the main thing is that he needs to focus. Because again, for the how many number of times, HE GOT DISTRACTED.

He bit the inside of his cheek with his smaller teeth, not his fangs thankfully, they'd come straight through. 'Don't you dare get distracted again!' He thought to himself as he heard someone stand. That's when Jiggs started getting up and helping the poor chair with her. It was Banshea who stood up, her wing puffing out. Munro seemed a bit confused by the wing which Banshea, so happened to notice.

"Yeah, I had my other one ripped off..." She mumbled. "Uh, My name is Banshea. Uh, one of the helpers of this place..!" She smiled sweetly and softly, giving off a good vibe. Munro didn't know if he should smile or not. Well, he probably shouldn't..

His smile was creepy to others. Not much the second leader but the others hated it. His fangs seemed to be digging into his lip, making a illusion he was in pain, having some smaller sharp teeth at the back made it seem like he was a meat eater, when really he had blunt teeth as the rest. They were still a bit sharp but a lot more blunt then the fangs. They always freaked out asking if he was okay because his fangs seemed to be digging into his lip, the back teeth made them think he was gonna bite their hands off in their sleep and the blunt teeth made it look so weird. So he often didn't smile, or, well, grin. He could smile or smirk but just no grinning.

But unlike him, she had just blunt, pearly white teeth. He felt some envy but it brushed off when she noticed he wasn't smiling. Or.. Grinning. She seemed to ignore it and just do a very subtle smile as she sat down. Jiggs seemed very salty at her but she didn't say anything. Another demon stood up then, who was a more lighter yellow 'demon'. Near white. He had a sorta draining blue colour yet it seemed a bit like a pastel one. He had a scar right across his left eye, plus some scratched basically all over him. Or, what Munro saw of him. He only saw his head to his torso, not his legs and back. He also had wings.

But they were black and seemed to be more chicken wings, with marks showing where the wings last were. They seemed like phantom wings, which was apparently uncommon. "Uh..Hubo.." Is all he really heard. He was far too quiet. So Munro spoke a bit, more questioning. "Uh, Were you saying your name or were you referencing something because I barely heard you?" He didn't know how to say it without basically seeming rude.

"Uh...m..my name...-" he was cut off by another 'demon', who had a heart shape on his chest which was horribly scratched. He was a more reddish pastel colour and had nails. Unlike the sharp pupils which were black and the outer being blue, he had actual eyes like a human, just pink. "His name is Hubo, he's shy." He answered, having a arm around him as he tapped the other's chest. Munro just silently nodded. He didn't have a massive ego talk or anything then, he just, didn't know who they were really. He also had literally no idea what he was doing. So he can't say Jack.

"Uh..Bruno...you're last-" "that's fine!" He grinned, seeming to have his tongue out a bit. He looked at Munro and just did a smile. "As you heard, Bruno is my name. That's all really!" He smirked.. It was more playful then mean or sinister or anything along those lines. Munro just silently nodded again. That's when the meeting was called off. Everyone began walking away and Munro still had his bag. He was biting the inside of his cheek again until he heard a meow.

He looked around before he heard small taps of four paws landing on the table, along with feeling the small gush of air when the cat jumped. He stared at the cat in front of him, so did the cat. Sneak. Munro didn't know what to really do and all he did was slowly put his hand out, the back of his palm showing. The cat slowly walked forward, sniffing his hand. Munro was just hoping he didn't suddenly feel sharp claws sink into his flesh and loud hissing, but instead he felt a sandpaper like tongue lick him right on the hand. Alright, that's fine. It's a sign.

For that duration, instead of going back immediately, he decided to stay there and scratch up the cat a bit, since he liked cats and wanted to get on this cat's good side. Because that's either sauce, jam or Kool-aid on his face or damn bodily liquid which comes out of your stream. What he's trying to get at here is blood. It's either blood on his face. Let's hope not.