Dungeons and Cat Girls - RPLOG

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Date

5/4/2014

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Through their communicators, any agent, or non-agent in case of survivors, responding to the call are sent the meet-up coordinates that land them right outside the famous convention center. While there is usually a good amount of feral activity within the vicinity, things seem more active than ever. Even as the agents arive, they can see cat girls bouncing around excitedly and heading inside the center, not seeming to care about anything else that's lurking outside.

Edel was already in the area. In fact, she didn't live all that far away! And with such a boring day, the tanuki was all too eager to show up in hunt of something interesting to do. With a fluttering of feathered wings, the maid-garbed tanuki touches down on the ground at the desginated meeting spot, the feather appendages folding under her cloak. "What a glorious day!" she beams to no one in particular. Actually it was rather cloudy.

Cookies had arrived at the coordinates as soon as possible and has been staring right at the front of the convention center wordlessly, frowning as hard as humanly possible. She's currently clad in some sort of close-fitting reinforced cloth armor with long sleeves- looks like something out of a JRPG, vibrantly decorated and heavily featuring the colors red, white and tan, as well as triangular patterns in such colors. She gives Edel an odd look, glancing between her and the sky and finally piping up. "Is it? I suppose, if that's your thing."

Lizzie responded to the call, having not changed from her maid outfit since the little party the previous day or having gotten a new set of clothing. If pre-pday video games had told her anything though, it was that a maid with a knife and the ability to stop time could do anything. She might only have knives and an electric claw gauntlet instead of time stopping power but beggers can't be choosers.

"So what the fuck is going on here? Bitches bouncin' around and doin' all sorts of shit. I had another mission just tell me to get my ass over here and this fuckin' happens." She grumbles, eyes flicking over twoard Edel. "You're such a bitch too. You know what the fuck happened to my throat after you left? Asshole ain't gonna hold back when no one is lookin'."

Meek curls her talons as she reaches towards the ground. She lands gracefully, I'd give it 9.5 if it weren't for a small stutter step just after the landing. As gravity returns to the phoenix, she flicks off the last few embers. "I was overhead when I got the message" she says to no one imparticular. She squints ahead, watching a pair of catgirls bounce into the center. Aside from feeling a bit underdressed she's also rather confused. The phoenix at least doesn't appear like much in a fight and has no weapons or armor to speak of...just a messenger bag with a snake-staff pin on its side. Nodding to Lizzie she says with a smile, "Ah, you're the girl from PES!". If she was uncertain from looks alone the language is quite the giveaway. The avian scoots nearby to Lizzie, surveying the situation quietely and looking about at the other agents.

Spade skitters to the requested coordinates, arriving in a poorly constructed bundle of rags covering up a modest at best outfit. She readies her weapon, calling her loyal friend along who simply gripes at her for where they are now, holding a gun and a tiny statue of some sort in her hands. The woman stretches and examines the others present, offering a wave to Meek.

Rev swoops down from the sky the solar dragon hovers briefly in the air. His large wings causing a brief gust of wind before he touches down. A feet from the coordinates. The dragon is dressed in a light combat uniform of his own making. Which gives him the look if a mercenary. His eyes flick between those that have arrived before him. While he preps his the massive Breaching rifle he carries with him. Other than that he has brought with him a shield drone, and nothing else.

Bartolome sweeps down from the not-so-friendly skies, azure wings snapping open as sie lands in a well-timed arc, dust billowing out around hir. Not in hir typical gryphon form, the Spaniard is shaped like a skunkette, albeit a rather tall one... Aside from hir sword belt and a careful sweep of hir long, well-groomed tail to cover hir legs in a spiraling skirt, sie is nude. Hir landing wasn't so artistic as the phoenix made it, focused instead on response time... Sie checks hir weapon, and glances about, noting the individuals appearing and double checking their scents. Sie hadn't worked with them before, not even Lizzie, and it was important to mark out friendlies.

The petite-looking creature is an obvious herm, even with hir tail providing some modesty, and hir expression is one of confidence and concern; sie clears hir throat. "Ah, pardona me, but I was made aware of an alert... Caballero Bartolome Coimbra-Leon de Avila, at your service." Giving a strange, mixed bow and curtsey, before returning hir attention to business... The chaos of the scene isn't too shocking given the state of the world, but still... "Senorita Lizzie. Good to see you again..." It might be flirty, if not for the problem of imminent danger.

While the agents group up and exchange pleasantries, the last of the few cat girls trickle on inside. However, before the door closes shut one last time, one may hear and see something if they focus hard enough.

"Nyow it's time to begin!" A distinctly cat girlish voice proclaims with all due excitement, followed by cheers and various forms of 'NYAing' and humming of a distinct copyrighted fanfare. "We've already started! Has everyone got their c-" Click! The door shuts, the sound muffled and carried away by the wind.

With no one heading in or out of the convention center, only one thing remained; Investigate.

While the agents group up and exchange pleasantries, the last of the few cat girls trickle on inside. However, before the door closes shut one last time, one may hear and see something if they focus hard enough.

"We've already started! Come on nyow!" A distinctly cat girlish voice proclaims with all due excitement, followed by cheers and various forms of 'NYAing' and humming of a distinct copyrighted fanfare. "Has everyone got their c-" Click! The door shuts, the sound muffled and carried away by the wind.

With no one heading in or out of the convention center, only one thing remained; Investigate.

Edel gives a sheepish shrug to Cookies. "Well, maybe not the weather, but most importantly I have something to DO now! I spent the last several hours just wandering around in circles, mostly. But now there's a thing! Isn't it exciting!?" She claps her hands together before Lizzie speaks up, instantly causing her ears to droop under her hat. "I'm sorry! I was uh. I tend to give into peer pressure sometimes, and someone else had requested my company! So I kind of had to go... Do that. Yeah. Sorry. And he said you liked it! Could have been worse!" She coughs a little and pulls her sword around, flicking a switch on the side of the scabbard before returning it to the back of her hip, the long and fluffy tail twitching around. "So! Where shall we begin? Should we just go up and knock?"