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−	<div></div>	+	<div></div><br> <br>The sentry just waved them over, quietly. Looming overhead as a silent reminder for either side to behave. The tigresses, feral enough as it were, struggled somewhat to find the appropriate words. They were articulate enough, but just hadn't remotely used most of the words for a long time, most likely. There was some faltering discussion among the three, for the better part of a moment. The oldest one spoke first: "We are tired of living off of the land, and only the land. it's a tense existance with little influence from the outside other than hostility. A-and what better way to rejoin.. society than living with... society?" Before the elder is able to continue, the positively gigantic tigress interjected. "I not know too much about as a group.. but everyfa.. every one ha.. has things they are good at, that others are no good at?" She was immediately hushed by the elder after some further stammering. "What she means to say is that we all have our skills, but I suppose as a group, surely the city isn't that much safer now than it was in the past. There is something to be said for strength in numbers. Besides, the... other buildings are either full of people who already do not like us, we couldn't come to terms with already, or.. people further gone than we are." She paused, scritching the weird, beard-growth under her chin. "Though I can see why some might question..felines asking rodents for help." The third, who had yet to speak added, in a very low tone. "An unfortunate stereotype.. I believe."<br> <br>Lukas nods. "Fortunately, for some, these infections have been a way to overcome stereotypes."  He looks over the trio for a moment. "And, what would you say your strengths are, as a group?"<br> <br>Aescher moves out from behind Lukas and closer to the front of the group with a frown and his ears slightly back, tail twitching behind him like a live-wire. "An unfortunate stereotype indeed. But permissable when the parties involved have family and friends in the middle." The young rat goes silent, relaxing visible after speaking his mind to the tigresses.<br> <br>Arimia takes a drag from her cigarette as she listens to the others. She glances over at Chara when she speaks and says, "Hello, Chara. And that is a valid point. One I forgot." She turns back to the felines then and says, "I still don't see why you can't take a building of your own. Find a group of those further gone than you, and weaker than you, and throw them out. There are many of those who have more presence of mind who wouldn't hesitate to do the same. Or worse."<br> <br>At this point Nekura and Ebony decide to actually get up off their plots and wander closer to the tiger-girl trio now that others have arrived and are talking. Even so they don't appear to be interested in making conversation, but rather listening to what the kitties have to offer, though the younger pony seems to keep eyeing the older feline as if unsure what to think of his appearance.<br> <br>Mickey's tail gives a clatter. She appears ready to argue that the rats were too cool for such silly notions, but Aescher provides good evidence on his own. "Not that we condone that sorta thing. Displacing one group tends to have further consequences, especially if it's nearby our streets," Mickey chitters. She looks back over to the felines. "Just how many of you guys are there, anyway?" She asks with a tug to her whiskers. "Ain't exactly the four seasons in quality and space.."<br> <br>Chara nods sharply at Arimia's greeting, and states, "I do not care about whatever stereos you wish to speak of. Skills are important, and saying that you have skills is not the same as saying what skills you have. With what I currently know, you're warm bodies. You need to sell the deal and," she squints up at the sentry and says a bit more loudly, rubbing her jaw, "...That guy up there? Are they your people? Because this whole 'guy on the high ground' thing makes it seem like an awfully convenient if convoluted setup."<br> <br>Mickey glances around back towards Chara; flashing a dismissive gesture. "Extra set of eyes, we arranged for that. You don't gotta worry.." A polite hattip is tossed up to the figure. "Altho' they didn't mention who. Didn't ask."<br> <br>The elder tigress sighed a bit. "We've lost quite a few that are now beyond even staying with us, but that was months ago. We're not even two.. pairs of hands? seventeen?" She seemed to count on her fingers. For a moment. "We're not really strong enough to completely evict a pack of fighters out of any lairs just like that.. Not without losses, at least." There is a pause, the soft spoken, youngest one. "Think about it, you wouldn't want to lose your family to any other infection, right?" As Chara speaks up the three whince a little, all at the same time. The spear lands right infront of Chara a second later. The sentry slumped into a sit, hissing something awful. Remaining on the pillar, but slightly relaxed, if looking annoyed, even through the hood. "Eyes glinting. There's a flicking tongue, serpent-like, but not quite. "I think you'll find ssseveral people here can vouch for me. Right, Lukasss? Ratsssies?"<br> <br>Lukas nods in the direction of the apparently reptillian sentry. "If you're who I think you are, then yes, I can." He turns back to the eldest of the tigers. "So what your asking is a place for your group of seventeen to stay? I don't know how the rats would feel about sharing their space with felines, but if it proves a problem, I'm sure there's some other group who could take you in." Heglances at Arimia and Chara before adding, "Without bloodshed."<br> <br>Aescher looks sheepish at Lukas' apparent recognition of the hooded reptile. Staring at the ground, he backs off and paces in circles towards the rear of the group.<br> <br>Arimia idly stares at the glowing end of her cigarette, ignoring the spear, though the snakes atop her head do hiss viciously at it. She gives Lukas an amused look before saying, "A lack of bloodshed is an admirable goal, but I think an unlikely one. Their skills, or lack thereof, may have them end up serving as little more than guards for the mall. Which would almost certainly entail bloodshed. Then there are the somewhat crowded conditions at the mall, and the influx of those who visit to see what the rats have on offer. That will lead to tensions which, again, can lead to bloodshed."<br> <br>"I thought you said these usually ended in ogries or fights?" Ebony pouts as she leans up against her mother's side. Nekura wraps her arm around the smaller Nightmare while telling her, "Well it's not even a 'meeting' yet. They've still got to go actually talk to the rats in person," in a chiding sort of manner. Isn't she the best mom ever?<br> <br>Mickey sighs softly after the spear gets thrown down, then jingles softly as she moves over to pick up the weapon. "All true," Mickey chitters after Arimia as she gives a tug, then a second one to yank the tip from the dirt. "Guards are a plus; 'fighting' would happen if we had them or not tho', and I think we'd rather have. The problem lies in the logistics," she explains as she follows natural instinct to return the polearm and offers it up to the post-dweller. "Can fit maybe five in a stall to dorm in. That's at least three, maybe four shops. Are you planning on making this a new settlement? Or just till you guys get back on your feet?"<br> <br>Sensing an attack, Chara automatically moves into action. She crouches down, picking up a nearby rock with her left hand and hurling it directly at the cloaked figure's center of mass in one fluid motion. With her free hand she whips out a collapsible baton from the pockets of her hoodie and extends it with a flick of her wrist. The expression on her face is implacable, neither fear nor rage.

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Revision as of 22:47, 3 April 2013

Participants

• Aescher
• Arimia
• Chara
• Lukas
• Mickey
• Nai
• Nekura

Date

3/4/2013

Log

The sentry just waved them over, quietly. Looming overhead as a silent reminder for either side to behave. The tigresses, feral enough as it were, struggled somewhat to find the appropriate words. They were articulate enough, but just hadn't remotely used most of the words for a long time, most likely. There was some faltering discussion among the three, for the better part of a moment. The oldest one spoke first: "We are tired of living off of the land, and only the land. it's a tense existance with little influence from the outside other than hostility. A-and what better way to rejoin.. society than living with... society?" Before the elder is able to continue, the positively gigantic tigress interjected. "I not know too much about as a group.. but everyfa.. every one ha.. has things they are good at, that others are no good at?" She was immediately hushed by the elder after some further stammering. "What she means to say is that we all have our skills, but I suppose as a group, surely the city isn't that much safer now than it was in the past. There is something to be said for strength in numbers. Besides, the... other buildings are either full of people who already do not like us, we couldn't come to terms with already, or.. people further gone than we are." She paused, scritching the weird, beard-growth under her chin. "Though I can see why some might question..felines asking rodents for help." The third, who had yet to speak added, in a very low tone. "An unfortunate stereotype.. I believe."

Lukas nods. "Fortunately, for some, these infections have been a way to overcome stereotypes." He looks over the trio for a moment. "And, what would you say your strengths are, as a group?"

Aescher moves out from behind Lukas and closer to the front of the group with a frown and his ears slightly back, tail twitching behind him like a live-wire. "An unfortunate stereotype indeed. But permissable when the parties involved have family and friends in the middle." The young rat goes silent, relaxing visible after speaking his mind to the tigresses.

Arimia takes a drag from her cigarette as she listens to the others. She glances over at Chara when she speaks and says, "Hello, Chara. And that is a valid point. One I forgot." She turns back to the felines then and says, "I still don't see why you can't take a building of your own. Find a group of those further gone than you, and weaker than you, and throw them out. There are many of those who have more presence of mind who wouldn't hesitate to do the same. Or worse."

At this point Nekura and Ebony decide to actually get up off their plots and wander closer to the tiger-girl trio now that others have arrived and are talking. Even so they don't appear to be interested in making conversation, but rather listening to what the kitties have to offer, though the younger pony seems to keep eyeing the older feline as if unsure what to think of his appearance.

Mickey's tail gives a clatter. She appears ready to argue that the rats were too cool for such silly notions, but Aescher provides good evidence on his own. "Not that we condone that sorta thing. Displacing one group tends to have further consequences, especially if it's nearby our streets," Mickey chitters. She looks back over to the felines. "Just how many of you guys are there, anyway?" She asks with a tug to her whiskers. "Ain't exactly the four seasons in quality and space.."

Chara nods sharply at Arimia's greeting, and states, "I do not care about whatever stereos you wish to speak of. Skills are important, and saying that you have skills is not the same as saying what skills you have. With what I currently know, you're warm bodies. You need to sell the deal and," she squints up at the sentry and says a bit more loudly, rubbing her jaw, "...That guy up there? Are they your people? Because this whole 'guy on the high ground' thing makes it seem like an awfully convenient if convoluted setup."

Mickey glances around back towards Chara; flashing a dismissive gesture. "Extra set of eyes, we arranged for that. You don't gotta worry.." A polite hattip is tossed up to the figure. "Altho' they didn't mention who. Didn't ask."

The elder tigress sighed a bit. "We've lost quite a few that are now beyond even staying with us, but that was months ago. We're not even two.. pairs of hands? seventeen?" She seemed to count on her fingers. For a moment. "We're not really strong enough to completely evict a pack of fighters out of any lairs just like that.. Not without losses, at least." There is a pause, the soft spoken, youngest one. "Think about it, you wouldn't want to lose your family to any other infection, right?" As Chara speaks up the three whince a little, all at the same time. The spear lands right infront of Chara a second later. The sentry slumped into a sit, hissing something awful. Remaining on the pillar, but slightly relaxed, if looking annoyed, even through the hood. "Eyes glinting. There's a flicking tongue, serpent-like, but not quite. "I think you'll find ssseveral people here can vouch for me. Right, Lukasss? Ratsssies?"

Lukas nods in the direction of the apparently reptillian sentry. "If you're who I think you are, then yes, I can." He turns back to the eldest of the tigers. "So what your asking is a place for your group of seventeen to stay? I don't know how the rats would feel about sharing their space with felines, but if it proves a problem, I'm sure there's some other group who could take you in." Heglances at Arimia and Chara before adding, "Without bloodshed."

Aescher looks sheepish at Lukas' apparent recognition of the hooded reptile. Staring at the ground, he backs off and paces in circles towards the rear of the group.

Arimia idly stares at the glowing end of her cigarette, ignoring the spear, though the snakes atop her head do hiss viciously at it. She gives Lukas an amused look before saying, "A lack of bloodshed is an admirable goal, but I think an unlikely one. Their skills, or lack thereof, may have them end up serving as little more than guards for the mall. Which would almost certainly entail bloodshed. Then there are the somewhat crowded conditions at the mall, and the influx of those who visit to see what the rats have on offer. That will lead to tensions which, again, can lead to bloodshed."

"I thought you said these usually ended in ogries or fights?" Ebony pouts as she leans up against her mother's side. Nekura wraps her arm around the smaller Nightmare while telling her, "Well it's not even a 'meeting' yet. They've still got to go actually talk to the rats in person," in a chiding sort of manner. Isn't she the best mom ever?

Mickey sighs softly after the spear gets thrown down, then jingles softly as she moves over to pick up the weapon. "All true," Mickey chitters after Arimia as she gives a tug, then a second one to yank the tip from the dirt. "Guards are a plus; 'fighting' would happen if we had them or not tho', and I think we'd rather have. The problem lies in the logistics," she explains as she follows natural instinct to return the polearm and offers it up to the post-dweller. "Can fit maybe five in a stall to dorm in. That's at least three, maybe four shops. Are you planning on making this a new settlement? Or just till you guys get back on your feet?"

Sensing an attack, Chara automatically moves into action. She crouches down, picking up a nearby rock with her left hand and hurling it directly at the cloaked figure's center of mass in one fluid motion. With her free hand she whips out a collapsible baton from the pockets of her hoodie and extends it with a flick of her wrist. The expression on her face is implacable, neither fear nor rage.