A little late for Christmas - RPLOG

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Date

13/4/2013

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The broadcast goes out through all the factions asking for someone to take care of this theft. Doesn't take long before information is going back around to everyone. A particular juicy bit of information is in the form of House cat named Roger who is currently at the mall buying supplies. He is dressed in nothing but a trucking hat with the words, 'NRA for Life', as he buys an unaturally large amount of bullets and weapons. "Damn bandits taking all my stuff. If'n I had a bigger gun, I would have blasted them and dumped the bodies in the river!" He grumbles to a few nearby mall rats who just shake there head at how uncool he sounds.

A honey-tan mall rat seperates from the crowd and pads over to Roger. The tall rat doesn't speak, but stares restlessly over his shoulder, waiting for the arrival of his compatriots.

Daniel had heard of the recent thefts, making sure to lock away any important medical supplies such as what's needed for brain surgery and such. He wouldn't mind losing a few bandages, or a first aid kit or two, but those... he'd be quite upset. The fairy had come to the mall to investigate, not really having much else to do, so he might as well try to figure out what the cause was. Hearing Roger however, he's intrigued... does he know the thieves? From the distance, he too flutters over to the feline.

Tyl would take the job at the mall simply because he needed every little bit of money he could get his hands on. After packing his armor up as tightly as he could into a black duffle bag and slinging his trusty submachine gun over his shoulder, he'd head off to the mall from his apartment. Once he arrived, he'd immediately be on the look out for anyone who was interested in the same job, figuring that it might be best to deal with bandits in a group. Eyes and ears scanned and pivoted for information, as his violet tail was kept steady behind him. Right off the bat he'd pick out Aescher, as the only mall rat in the entire place seemingly occupied by a task, as well as Daniel, headed over to the loudly complaining naked cat. Figuring that Daniel had the right idea, he rushed forwards to walk beside the fairy, introducing himself as he got there. "Hey. You here about the thefts, too?" he'd ask. "I'm Tyl. Tyl Frank Tygard. Mind if I join you?"

If Tyl really was on the look out for any who would possibly join in on the bandit hunt, then he would of probably noticed Angus. Not very easy to blend into a crowd when your a coyote wearing a charcoal black peacoat, with a heavy all metal hammer slung over their shoulder by a leather strap. Like the others Angus had recieved the broadcast. "Hello all." The coyote greeted as he stepped up next to Tyl and Aescher. "Think you have room for one more?"

A grin crosses rogers face, "Well then your all right with me. I'll tell you what I know for free since these friendlier rats have given me a discount." He grins at the group, "I want to tell you this they are coming from somewhere around the zoo. I didn't get a good look at them but they are really small and one of em has bells. They take stuff all willy nilly and run away at the first sign of danger. They even took my baby, My Reckoners.." He begins to list all of the badass features of a certain rocket launcher.

Aescher's face almost seems to melt off of his skull at the mention of a rocket launcher. The rat quickly picks his jaw up off the floor and his expression becomes far more grim it's obvious he's trying to enter another mode of though. "How many of these things did you have stolen," the rat manages to choke out.

Daniel gives the newest house cat a quick glance, nodding with a little smile. "Sure am, despise thievery myself, wanna find out why they're doing it. Need to find out if this is some kinda Robin Hood scenario or something." He shrugs a bit, remembering a thievery case a few months ago involving curious feral children. When the cat asks to join, he gives a bit of a nod, "Sure, you're bigger than me so I suppose you could be the detective, and I could be your very own Dick Grayson." With a smile, he tacks on, "That's Robin." As the trucker-hat clad feline speaks of what was stolen, he crosses his arms and quirks a brow, "That sounds like quite the piece of tech you had stolen... wonder what they'd need with it though? No real need for such heavy ordinence now-a-days, no bank safes to break into! Well, none I know of at least." He rubs his chin, wondering if he should have stashed away his newest cyborg body model away as well...

Tyl flickered his ear at the mention that this fairy was a thief himself. This put him on a suspect list, as someone who was possibly here to make sure the case didn't get solved. Also observing Angus for a moment as he joined up with their group, and Aescher finally. Neither of them were made suspects for now, and a complete lack of suspicion was placed on the Mall Rat, for obvious reasons. Cat put those thoughts aside for now, though. "I hear you." he'd reply, before giving a friendly nod and smile to Robin. After Daniel mentioned the lack of need for such a weapon anymore, Tyl would butt in with: "No need? What do you mean 'no need?' There are plenty of possible scenarios in which you'd need to blow something, or a tough someone, up." before finishing speaking on a different tangent, "But, more importantly, our Mall Rat friend here asked a very good question. How much else was stolen? As complete a list as possible would be very helpful."

Angus cuckles lightly at the mention of the rocket launcher. "Oh good, more things go boom." He mutters lightly, a hand tugging on the strap of his hammer as he stands there. Tyl's gaze is met with a flick of his ears, the coyote looking rather bored as he listened in on the conversation. "He's right you know." He said to Daniel. "There are a few things that could merit a Rocket to the face, or the ass really. Whichever is needed."

The nude cat shakes his head, "Two Reckoners, fifteen grenades, a submachine gun, a AA-12 with gernade attachment, and many many knifes. I don't have a completely list but I've manage to restock most of it. I'm just getting ready winter. Where I live fuckin' otters seems to like to come a little to close to home and if you do end up findin' the dirty bandits, I'll pay ya person for the pelt of each and every one of them" The Trucker cat shakes his head and scratches his asscrack. "Now if you'll be excusing me, I'm going to go finish for a bit of catfish and maybe an ottergirl if'n I'm lucky. if you willin to help and collect that reward I would check around the zoo at night. Follow the sounds of bells and you'll probably find the dirt bandits.." He lets out a rancid fart and excuses himself, "Whewwww that a code red, i shouldn't have eaten that week old cabbage." He walks away from the mall with nothing much than a dufflebag, his hat, and a AR-15 slung over his shoulder.

Aescher rubs his temples as the cat lists what was stolen and mentions bringing back pelts. The rat almost looks ready to hit the cat as he farts, but somehow resists the urge and moves back to the gathering of mall rats. He shakes his head emphatically as they have a whispered conversation.