[Intersection HQ]

Nick nods, flipping through the papers.
"That's planeswalker, lower-case, yes? " he asks Michalson, though from the man's explanation he already answered that question.

"And as for you, Miss, will we be having to worry about your, ahem, 'rhino thing' being contagious? We're still dealing with several squads of officers sprouting tails once a month thanks to last year's blood moon incident." Though realistically, the blood moon's acceleration of therianthropy left many of its victims that night, if they survived, with the curse ingrained into them as if they were born with it, making it incurable but more controlled afterwards. Others were cursed the normal way, or simply died.