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2/12/2013

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The eastern forest is alive with activity, much moreso than is usual! The loudspeakers for the factions have boomed out the instructions for their representitives to meet out in the eastern forest. Here the members of the Exotic Reptile Reservation have set up a conference-like atmosphere in view of the gate to the Reservation itself. A clearing has been set up with the manipulation of the nanites to move a number of trees around and to make some of them into one large table, complete with refreshments, microphones and many large speakers so everyone can be heard. A large Anaconda is coiled near the table, speaking quietly with four members of a newly formed tribe. These four are full-mutations of: Emerald Dragonfly, Kobold Herm, Water Hydra, and the Tricerataur. Interesting combinations to say the least, given the great size differences and body types of them all. Some other members of the Reservation are present as well, these having their usual blue bandanas around the necks. A couple of Komodos, Iguanas, and those Crimson Lizards, all with spiked collars, are nearby as well.

Jingle. Jangle. Jinglejanglejingle. It's nothing short of a miracle that the bell-clad catgirl doesn't have a sea of curious ferals behind her, but Cookies arrives on the scene with the clatter of festive bells. She has a real stip in her step, and she practically skips up to the table, beaming a huge smile to all present with a little wave and a jingle-jangle. She takes her seat and puts a hand over the microphone as she seats herself, avoiding letting the bell-clatter get broadcasted over the system, remaining quiet so she doesn't interrupt whatever discussion the people at the table are having at least until the others arrive. Whatever part of Zephyr she's representing, it probably ain't R&D.

How exciting! Fenris is excited to see a new group rising out of the ashes. And such diversity! It shows progress. He stands with his hands in the pockets of his duster and looks over the gathered agents of the various factions. He is happy to see a few familiar faces and gives a friendly wave to those he knows. His smile turns to a frown when he spots Cookies in the crowd. There's a diplomatic disaster waiting to happen.

A new group? That only means one thing. New Clients. With new clients, more sells. With more sells, a bigger commision. So, Alanis takes her Zephir Product Catalog, wears her best costume (and her biggest chainsaw sword, just in case) and she goes to the jungle. When she arrives, there are a bunch of reptiles, erhm... new clients.

CaseyRune walks into the clearing, adjusting their tie and jacket Why them? Why would it be a good idea to send someone like them to a diplomoatic meeting. Still, noone else wanted to attend apprently, so what's the worst that can happen? Oh, right, everything. They take their seat wordlessly for the time being. Zephyr is already here, good. That saves them some trouble, especially when one arrives with a catalouge of all things! They simply shake their head, pulling out a flask from under their coat. This was going to be a long day.

First important mission! Yaay! Shiko looks excited but catious and a little nervous as shi approaches the clearing, looking around a bit before shi takes a seat at the table. Shi has a catelog of things, mostly medicines, foods and the like.

Standing the distance between the table and the Reservation gate, one particular form would rise inbetween in a hefty, broad-shouldered shape; an Ankylotaur wearing a blue bandana as a bracer on one of his four bulgy muscular arms, as well a combat vest with an RSX badge embroided on it. The vest looked far too small for Luchious though, the sleeves ripped completely off and the back torn by the armored, spiky bone-scales. The approximately twelve feet tall beast was always wearing a strap harness that had a massive two-handed chainsword holstered on his taur back with the size of a regular human; while the straps also reached below his taur body's underside to likely holster something else... If the glasses he was wearing on the tip of his round beak-like muzzle wasn't odd enough, Luchious also appeared to have a presence over him that made the other spike-collar wearing reptilians look humble at him, whenever they looked his direction or spoke to him. For those who knows their faction lore though, the absolutely weirdest part would then be the fact he is with RSX but also infected, which often would result in not getting work in that particular agency.

Happily humming to herself, Kaede approaches the table. She did not quite understand what Zephyr wanted her to do here, but she felt glad that she would get to meet new people. Giving a friendly wave to the people gathered with the left tentacle hanging down from her bangs, she takes a seat at the table, careful to sit in a way that would not cause undue arousal. Not knowing what to do next, she keeps silent, waiting patiently for someone to explain exactly what is expected of her.

Ryusho would be standing to one side, not at the table, but more off to the side as one of the 'guards' though also one who helped manage the reservation, he had a blue bandanna around his neck, though that was his only clothing other then a form of a lower body robe, as he slowly moves closer to the table, not to sit, but just as a closer watch for the reservation, though it is close enough he may have a say if something comes to mind, even if his shifting can be heard with a odd slosh on occasion depending on how he moves.

The cloaked coyote of chaos arrives on the scene well after the others, her arrival is nothing spectacular except to Alanis perhaps, whom she has snuck up on, she puts her hand gently on their shoulder and asks softly, "Such a shame Harbringer couldnt come isn't it? How are the Daggers treating you?"

Savi arrives sedatedly, her ferver dying slowly the more of these missions she goes on. Disgusted with Zephyr, she arrives more to see of the situation, than to actually represent Zeph, far as she was concerned they would just destroy these villagers somehow anyway. Reaching the table she sits lightly and eyes the gathered people and creatures through her concealed goggled eyes. Raising one hand, the tiny latex flower opens and closes the fingers of one hand quickly. "Hi." she intones in a soft whispered voice.

Liana enters the clearing a little behind the various others, having taken her time finding a safe and secure path, not trusting the one given. She looks around at the many people gathered, brow raising, before quietly moving to an empty seat, sitting next to Enyo. She leans over and quietly whispers, getting what info she can.

A largish golden dragon slowly ambles in from somewhere. A flash of silver flits from his mouth as he peers among those gathered. He lingers in the back, crosses his arms, and generally remains out of the way for the time being.

Rather curious about the developing phenomenon involving various mutants forming tribes and small viallges, Dio makes her way to the east forest and looks about. Quite a turnout for this meeting, filled with familiar and not so familiar faces. And unfortunatly, familiar sounds. Specifically, those damn bells Cookies has been wearing recently. Giving various waves as the lioness goes by, she begins walking up to Cookies and puts a hand upon her shoulder, glaring down at the cat girl and wishing she could burn off those bells with her vision alone.

The Anaconda continues to speak with the tribesmen while everyone is gathering. The table itself is sectioned off with seats labelled for the factions, twenty for each even though there is not likely to be that many ever coming. After everyone has arrived, or at least the trickle of arrivals diminishing to near non-existance, the four-armed Anaconda gestures to the table for the four tribesmen to claim their places. Of course, the hydra is the only one who doesn't have a seat and the Kobold's seat is understandably propped up so it could be seen as well as see everyone around. The Anaconda coils at one of the spots reserved for the hosts, the Reservation. There are only a few seats here, but still twenty spaces like the rest. The ones with the spiked collars do, indeed, speak with low tones to the Dino-taur, and notably with great reverence to their postures and overall demeanor. Soon, though, the Anaconda speaks into his mic, causing the large clearing to resound with his voice and even causing the local ferals and other wildlife to go silent, some even peeking at the gathering from the dark foliage, "Welcome, one and all. We at the Exotic Reptile Reservation are humbled by the choice of all three major organizations to host this gathering. As you all might be aware, we have a new tribe that has formed and they are desiring this audience with everyone in the interest of joining one or the other or the other, provided the terms are right for them. Which one of our illustrious factions would like to begin these talks? Oh, and I would strongly advise that no fighting take place here for the sake of peace if nothing else."

Cookies, for the otherwise violent kleptomanic butcher-cat she is often known as, seems to be... different. In fact, she doesn't even seem to recognize the people who recognize her. She looks around at the others arriving with a curious glint in her shining, purple eyes, doing everything she can not to squirm or squee or clap with excitement. So many new faces! Why- why there's a tiger and some humans and coyotes and lizards and dinosaurtaurs and walking cloaks vaguely shaped like coyotes, oh my was that a dragon and just look at /those/ amazing assets!! If one looks, one can see her with a huge, dumb smile still stuck on her face, almost trembling with anticipation as her tail sways at a slow, content pace behind her and her ears perk straight upwards. She nearly jumps when she feels Dio's hand on her shoulder, though she still beams right up at the lioness. She listens intently to the anaconda when he pipes up, nodding to herself but keeping down in favor of letting someone else go first while she tries to remember what her bit was. Her fuzzy memories briefly fail her once again... She was here because... Z told her something about... about showing them the cool things, and... oh, yeah! Don't talk about THE THING, because then bad things happen to her.

Fenris stands and clears his throat. "As a representative of the Prometheans, I am happy to extend a hand of friendship and welcome to our new friends. We stand for the spiritual progress of all people in this new world and hope that we can be of some service." He does his best to be friendly and inviting and hopes that all of the other Prometheans in attendance feel the same way. It's a pretty open culture after all.

When Alanis feels someone hands on her shoulders, she almost drew her arsenal, but she relaxes, when she look to her back and see Enyo. In a wisper she says "Hello, I'm fine, thanks for asking. I dunno why harb hasn't come here. Isn't this exiting? New people with new ideals, new projects, maybe new information, and new money to spend." greetings done, back to business. Alanis moves closer to the mic, tests it with a finger and says "Zephyr thanks you and your group for this opportunity to talk. We are very intered in every group old and new, after all, we are the main supplier of almost anything in this region. So, please, what can you tell us about your group, your ideals and projects?"

CaseyRune snerks. Taking the mic in front of them they clear their throat. "RSX would also like to thank the hosts for allowing this talk. Though I'm just going to say this outright. Joining Zephyr is a death sentance. I saw a small village, like the one you would be creating, only for it to be destroyed, with little survivors. All so Zephyr could line their pockets with a few more coins. While I can't promise complete acceptance for those more mutated, I can however promise Safety. Not only that We have a framework for a society to build upon. It may be outdated, but it worked for hundreds of years before P-day hit." A chance to publicly denouce Zephyr? Of course they were going to take it.

Luchious stepped closer to the table as the speakers rung with the voice of the massive Anaconda's deep voice, stancing himself a little to the side of the serpent without getting to any particular seat around the table. He must be here as security, as he rests his four arms across his near rock-chiseled chest and fixates on the gathering crowd to ensure there was order amongst the creatures. Though his amber orange gaze would also stroke to the distance at times, to make sure no ferals are sneaking into the gathering either. As he gets more comfortable with the situation, Luchious raises a single scale-knuckled hand and first points two fingers to one direction of the table, followed by another gesture to the other direction. Large spike-collared Komodo and Iguana guards splits and secures the perimeter in a wider circle around the crowd by the table.

Kaede, lacking even speculation of Zephyr's intentions, softly speaks into her microphone. "Good afternoon. It seems that I am to represent Zephyr. It is embarassing for me to say, but I do not know exactly what Zephyr's goals are, and I will not allow hearsay to modify my behavior." Kaede looks at CaseyRune with this. "I certainly lack information, so I would appreciate a brief explanation of your...tribe before we continue."

Ryusho rumbles quietly to himself as he would slowly make his way towards the table, to carefully take a seat in one of the chairs for the reservation, not too far from mazurek, but as he walked he would nod with a soft smile to the feline that..he noticed giving a rather obvious look that was definately aimed towards his lower half it looked like. AS he sits he would slowly glance to each speaker in turn, though he quirks his brow as Alanis first speaks, and hums as it sounds like a salesman! then again..he probably shouldn't be supprised.....and then can't help but give a look to CaseyRune, as..well, ..This doen't need to degrade into a mud slinging contest -already- he thinks.

Enyo smiles cheerfully and invitingly twoards the creatures of this new tribe, who seem to be the center of attention, "Greetings Codi, I am glad to make your accquaintances. My assistant Liana and I have come in Shirai's stead to welcome you, please... feel free to seek assistance from Kilsa and Shirai Solutions if you have trouble adjusting. If there is anything we can do to make your lives more comfortable, please ask and we would be glad to assist if its within our power." She does her best to sound as polite and kind as posisble.

Liana rolls her eyes at the diplomatic bullshit and ass-kissing. She reaches up to lower her eye-shades and motion tracker, carefully looking around the clearing and those present. In particular she pays attention to the treeline for anyone trying to watch from hiding or lurk in ambush, as well as the newly formed tribe. It's obvious she either doesn't trust the security already in place, or thinks of her own skills as superior. She gives a small nod of respect to the four, feeling a little bit of kinship with the dragonfly and the hydra. Still keeping an eye on the area, her visor made to help her notice movement, she pulls a notepad and pencil from her pack, writing the basic gist of what everyone is saying, along with the names of those she knows, and the appearances of those she doesn't.

Loki rolls his shoulders and yawns wide. He continues to amble about the parimeter of the group - though he noticably scruntches his nose as the other RSX representative speaks, and face meets palm shortly after. There's a sigh, and a small grumble that escapes him as he reviews the information and stnaces of all the representatives so far. His tail twitches and he scratches his chin. Some kind of snack is procured from the coat slung about his waist, and the dragon begins munching upon the morsel as he continues to lurk obviously within the shadows and general vicinity of the gathering.

Dio takes her seat with the Zephyr table right next to Cookies. For awhile, she stares at the cat girl, analyzing her rather odd behavior. The lioness puts a hand over her microphone to block it and talks in a low whisper. "Are you feeling well, my lady? You're acting quite strange. You seem quite excited for such a meeting. I mean sure the enthusiasm is great, but..."

As the other members of the meeting speak, Casey catches her attention the most. She was quite aware of the basics of what happened in the village from Cookies' own testament. As long as she was telling the truth that is. "Please," she says within her microphone while looking at Casey. "It's not the time for such discussion."

After a small cough and waiting for the others to speak, she continues. "I'm Zephyr agent Dio, along with being the current quartermaster of K&S Solutions. It's a pleasure to be able to join such a gathering. I've heard rumor various mutants have been coming together in order to create villages of sorts. This sounds wonderful, but I must wonder what possessed our new friends to suddenly get up and start coming together in such a fashion?"

The little plant crosses her hands over her lap and sits quietly. As someone who despises her faction, she doesn't think she has much, if anything, to add. She wouldn't try to convince people to join a faction, given available choices, if her life depended on it. She momentarilly debates getting up and walking away, but doesn't think that would be polite.

The Anaconda looks from one person to the next when they speak, and there is a momentary break in his stoic visage after Casey speaks, but he waits until everyone has had their share to say before he pipes in, "Yes. I am definitely aware of the fact that Zephyr is wanting to claim things for themselves. One of my sons was a victim of such an attack, one of the first incidents over the last couple months. He had told me he was going to spend some time in a developing village with a bubble close by, get to know them and all, and the next thing I hear from him is that he was attacked and almost killed after being filled with lead. He had to be told what happened to understand it since he was deafened for a while from some sort of bright flashing weapon. He recalls only that the attackers fled after the village rose up against them." He clears his throat softly and shrugs a little, and those close to him would notice his tail is doing something a little ways back with the tip actually hidden from view, "But that is neither here nor there. Please try to refrain from mentioning this subversive war going on, or whatever it is that is happening." With the silent directions being given by the Dino-taur, the lizards with the spiked collars spread out, surrounding the single, large table, all six spacing themselves out equally but facing away from the gathering. They are silent sentinels here but they do look quite ready to defend their territory. The Anaconda nods to the four tribesmen and it is the Trike who speaks, "Our tribe is base off of cooperation. We had all seen what would happen if we were left to our own devices, some of us having been born under the freedom this world shows off, but there are some of us who still remember the old ways, what life was like before the change. The four of us here are of the latter, but do not wish to be left without aid if the time comes. Still, we are self-sufficient for the most part, the Kobolds working to set snares and traps for the faster creatures that us slower hunters cannot kill outright. The Hydras serve as our fisherfolk, while the dragonflies serve as aerial scouts and light combat units."

Cookies glances up at Dio and shrugs with a small jangle. "Everything is neat and awesome and stuff, don't you think?!" She keeps up that saccharine smile and gives the lioness a nudge. Casey's words are met with a slight wince. That would be THE THING. She just keeps acting casual and purrring to herself, not even offering a rebuttal. Once the speaking representitive finishes, the catgirl leans up to the microphone. "I uh... In that case, errr... what is it you're looking for from any of us? It'd- help to know, is all," she nyas out over the system.

Fenris nods. "You embody the Promethean ideals of cooperation and independence," he smiles. "We remember the world as it was, but it can never be the same again." The tiger shoots a quick glance at the strangely oblivious looking cat mayor, then turns back to the tribal spokesman. "I was present at the terrible event that you describe. You and your son have my sympathies. I am sorry that we could not do more for them. By the time we found out about their mass exodus, it was too late." He sighs at the memory. "If we can prevent that sort of loss again, we will gladly help."

Alanis smiles to the tribesmen and ignores all previous provocation. Bad form. Bad for business. "So, you want your independence, that fine with Zephyr. We work with all other factions providing what they need, and all of them are independent organizations. We are not here to conquer, we are here to establish trade relations. We can help you, We can cooperate with you. Obviously, cooperation is should be mutual."

CaseyRune glares at Dio, turning away from the mic for a moment. "This is exactly the time. I am NOT sending innocent lives to their death because Zephyr wants to make a qucik buck." Anyone around Casey could feel that as their temper rose so did the temperature around them. They turn back to the mic, clearing their throat "My apologies, however I cannot in good conscience merely sit on such a glaring issue. Self sufficiance is good, however you wouldn't call us if you didn't need assistance in some way, what Assistance do you need?"

The Ankylotaur continued to stand solid in his quadruple taur stance near Mazurek, frequently eyeing anyone but those actually talking. However, he couldn't help but smirk as the RSX representant spoke up, confidently tossing mud at Zephyr. Although he doesn't move a single muscle along his maw, it was only obvious that he felt the same way; alas why he is also an agent for them as shown from the RSX embroided combat vest. Despite that, he stayed put on his spot like some gargoyle eternally stoned to protect a mansion for its master.

Kaede sighs a bit at their explanation, her smile breaking a bit. She was hoping for a description of the tribe as people instead of as a hunting group. She begins twisting her left tentacle into a little corkscrew as she tries to figure out where to go from there. "I suppose that by aid, you are asking for help from potential aggressors? If you are capable of gathering food alone, that seems to be the next most pressing concern in these times." She looks up before her smile returns. "Could it be that you are searching for assistance with the health of your tribe members?"

Ryusho shakes his head slowly, seemingly disquisted at the fact that some could attack some of these 'tribes' like the one mazureks son had been with when it was assaulted, though he continues to listen, even as he hums to himself, slowly adjusting his position to get comfortable as he glances to mazurek, and then over to the taur that is also representing the reserve before looking back to those who are speaking, humming softly, and nods a bit with a hum, scratching the back of his head as he thinks quietly.

Enyo muses on the words of the representatives and chooses her words carefully before saying, "We arent just here on behalf of the factions, or so I sould hope, we are here as your fellow sentient beings. We wish to welcome you and make you feel at home among us in our society. I do not know too much of what happened to you before today but see that no matter how dark it may have been, it has been enough to unite these three factions of ours. In light of that, you should smile and be filled with cheer at how already a great good has spawned from where once was despair, this truely is a sign of good things to come for your people, dont you think?" She speaks twoards those who may still be mourning at the implied loss.

Having listened to the words offered by both sides, Saviante leans forward and places her hands upon the table. "They will all help you, as long as they get something for it. Control, prestige, money." Shaking her head sadly Savi turns her gaze across the assembled spokesmen. "They will tell you whatever sweet words they think you want to hear." sitting back she returns her look to the tribe. "You have been doing fine until now, Savi suggests you keep doing fine and leave the large factions to wallow in their greed. You will find little else but pain and suffering here." Arms crossed and whisper soft voice falling silent, the plant girl leans back, Feeling these people needed to know they weren't walking into the land of milk and honey.

Liana leans foreward as she hears and sees things beginning to go downhill, leting out a little sigh before speaking, a bit reluctantly, into her own mic. "What it really comes down to, is that nothing in life, nothing at all, is truly free. The choice that you have as a tribe is what are you willing to pay, and to who? Zephyr will want money, or some means to turn a profit for helping you. RSX will want information or to do research on you. And the Prometheans will want you to behave and be perfect representitives of, excuse the term, mutant forms. What would be nice is if you could get assistance from all three factions, but they, or at least the high-ups in them, are childish and bitter and refuse to work with eachother except for extreme situations. So what it all boils down to is, what do you want for help? And what are you willing to give for it, be it material payment or something else.

Yawning, Loki continues to munch on his snack. Most of what he could say has already been said, and he remains silent. Theres a little snap of his fingers when Liana finishes speaking, and he points to her. "This is a universal constant this day in age. The factions largely refuse to work together in certain aspects, yet will freely aid eachother in others. It is all in what you want and what can be provided." he says in agreement. "I will disagree with that assessment of RSX though. Yes, information and research are always fantastic, as it allows us to aid eachother and others with the knowledge gleaned, our primary purpose and goal is to once again establish communal order, stability, safety, and progress like the age before P-Day. To make the world less like the ruinous shambles it lies within now. If you can control yourselves and be a productive member of society, you would find a partnership with RSX to be a mutually benificial agreement." he smiles, finally taking a seat at the table.

Dio turns her microphone around and leans her muzzle closer to Cookies. "Do you think you could get rid of those bells, my lady? You see, they're quite distracting and could end up unwanted attraction one day." Watching Cookies wince while THE THING was being discussed, she puts a reassuring hand over the cat girl's head and scratches behind her ears in her typical routine.

As the Zephyr mudslinging continues, the lioness sighs and turns her microphone around. "I'm sorry all of this awful squabbling has been brought here. I'm sure you didn't call us here to hear all that. Regardless, it's wonderful to see communities start gathering up rather than run wild and free in the streets with no rhyme or reason. However, if the rumors are correct, this tribe isn't the only gathering out there in these wastelands. As your small society grows, the demands for resources will increase considerably. If other tribes are created and their needs increase as well, I'd hate to see conflict. However, perhaps this is what you desired to talk about."

A clockwork fox girl wearing army fatigues shuffles up behind Enyo carrying some papers that she straightens in her hands. After some rustling around, she quickly puts on a name plate that reads 'Kennish'. Hearing Enyo's words, she chimes up a bit. "Yes, K&S has been very helpful to me in adapting to my mutations, I'm sure that they would offer you the same kindness and respect in terms of the assistance they render."

"The assistance that we need is rather obvious. While this conflict between you three is all well and good, it leaves those who wish to remain true to our ideals in something of a pinch." The Trike looks to the other three members of his tribe and speaks to them. The exchange is brief and in the end it is the Kobold who speaks next, "The health of our tribe is not a concern to us, provided we stay within the confines of the bubble. It is a concern, however, that the ferals and wild animals that decide to encroach upon our territory not prove to be a nuisance or overrun our defenders. Your three-way conflict aside, what we are seeking has nothing to do with submitting to anyone's research studies, nor are we desiring anything in the way of money. Money is only the source of the trouble that befell the world before the event that changed all of our lives. Other tribes will no doubt see us as a threat while we barter for goods that we cannot grow or hunt ourselves. Everyone has a place within the tribe, be it hunting, gathering, or farming." For the present time, the Anaconda has chosen to remain silent, settling back on his coils and even resting both right hands on the Ankylo-taur beside him, petting the taur half slowly, almost like he wasn't even thinking about it.

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