(I don't really have anyone as "friends" for Surreal yet, so if anyone wants to approach her or interact with her I am down! lol)
"Well, I can't help you much with that Mrs Shirao" the phone clunked against her earing as she tucked it into her shoulder, flipping through the newspaper in front of her "You're cat has only gone missing, I can promise you the demon next door didn't eat it" probably she thought "Yes Mrs Shirao, there are mutants in the world" she flipped through the description of the new act, she'd read it already, but wanted to find out where the registration stations were in Chicago. They had a list printed up in the paper, all handy and close. "I promise you Mrs Shirao, I will keep an eye out for pussmeow" she sighed as she hung up the phone. Her desk was cluttered with mail and newspapers, her fold out cut was mussed with sheets unmade and pillows on the floor. "I seriously need a shower" she muttered, sniffing her armpit.
The new challenge the world was facing was one that effected many of her clients, being part of the supernatural world also meant coming in touch with those that were "altered" both deliberately and genetically. She'd been getting calls all day, clients freaking out, clients asking for her help, most of them just letting her know they were going off the grid. She prayed to the goddess of fashion for all of them. Their safety was at risk, this ridiculous act would pit brother against sister and probably parents as well. The fairies were in a right state over it, for some reason they did not like the smell of the creatures that were "protecting" humanity from the unregistered, she'd already had several flowers dropped off with notes.
"What do they seriously expect me to do about it?" she leaned against the desk, her head in her hand. She had no powers, all of her "tricks" were magical gifts from clients and the other supernatural creatures she helped out. She was a demon hunter, only because they hunted her. She had no skill for this Political nonsense and no desire to get involved, but she could not help but feel it was just so wrong.
"Someone has to take a stand" she said out loud
"And get themselves killed" a voice replied from behind her.