Mouse in a Trenchcoat

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The Mouse in a Trenchcoat is a Denizen of the Kennet Undercity.

Personality

Unknown but opportunistic and willing to raid a house when needing to.<ref name="18.y"/>

Relationships

Verona finds them creepy.

Appearance

They wear a mascot head of a mouse and an open trenchcoat, apart from that they're completely naked. They have a pot belly, matted body hair and ambiguous genitalia<ref>A mascot-style mouse head with a wide grin stared at them.  The mascot head was dirty, some of it less fuzzy and more plastic-y, like the polyester fibers had been melted.  Besides that and the stained trenchcoat… naked.  Not naked like any attempt was being made to flash anyone.  Just… casual, far-from-normal naked.

“Fuck off!” Verona shouted.

Body hair dense and matted to the point that the greasy locks that swirled or curved around loose skin were almost impossible to distinguish from folds and creases in flesh.  A deflated potbelly hid the goods, just barely, but long pubic hair was plastered to thighs and dangling belly.  Verona hadn’t been so lucky to have the potbelly blocking the way the first time she’d seen the mouse in the trenchcoat- and what she’d seen had resembled a smashed, lumpy, flesh-tone grilled cheese sandwich framed by pubic hair, which left her no more or less illuminated about the gender of the mouse in the trenchcoat than she’d been before that brain-scarring sight.- Excerpt from Fall Out 14.5</ref>

Abilities

Tools

Owns two gas canisters.<ref>The mouse in the trenchcoat carried a bright red gas canister in each hand.  The mask leered, twenty or so oversized teeth on display.  No reaction, no response. - Excerpt from Fall Out 14.5</ref>

Chronology

Mallory and Verona caught site of the Trenchcoat Mouse earlier and conceived an instant dislike of it, they speculated <ref> - Excerpt from Fall Out 14.3</ref>

It spooked two boys looking for the haunted arcade, followed them home, eat their food and stole what he didn't eat.<ref name="18.y">Rumors of the arcade in Kennet below had spread.  Two middle school boys chose to have a living room campout, then quietly snuck out of the house and out toward the cinema, biking out to the theater to camp out and watch to see if anyone came and went, thinking they’d be school heroes if they could work out the mystery.

The Trenchcoat Mouse, en route from Kennet below to a spot in Kennet above, spotted the boys.  Three minutes passed before they caught wind of the scent of blood and gasoline and realized the Mouse was standing right behind them.

They fled, naturally.  The Trenchcoat mouse gave chase.  Naturally.

Zipped up in the tent that they had pitched in the living room, glad their original plans to camp outside had been foiled, they heard the door open and realized that it wasn’t locked.  Too terrified to scream, they remained where they were as they heard the wet, savage noises elsewhere on the ground floor.

An hour later, the Trenchcoat Mouse left the house.  The boys didn’t sleep.  When they emerged closer to morning, they found the fridge emptied, food strewn on the floor, bites taken out of every item inside.  The house had been robbed of tupperware, both the tupperware containers of leftovers in the fridge and the empty containers in the cupboard.  Much of the immediately edible food was placed within and carried away in a bag.- Excerpt from Wild Abandon 18.y</ref>

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