Eye of the Storm - Flowering Opportunity - RPLOG
Participants
Date
21/7/2016
Log
Astara is leaning against an intact portion of the retaining wall that runs along nearly all of 5th Street's south side on this block. She waits with a rather serious look on her face, but she doesn't look angry or upset - just determined for the task at hand.
What a strange and sudden thing, to recieve a page from Astara calling them to a location he was vaguely familear with. Otto was not very heavily involved with the guild headquarters, but he was definitely looking to change that fact. It was in his best interest, after all... yet after all that plotting and discussing and meeting up to chit chat, he felt as though nothing physical had been done. Today, on this cloudy afternoon, that changed. With a kick in his step, and his medigun on his back, he walked towards the meetup spot, holding what appeared to be a can of... some sort of beverage? Regardless, he rounded a corner and spotted Astara in the distance. She seemed quite stern-faced, which did not bode good tidings. As he neared, he waved to the centauress and greeted politely, much like always. "Afternoon, Astara! Am, I? I guess I'm the first to arrive." he says as he tucks his head into his pockets and taks a look at the nearest building. "What can this bunny do for you today?"
The urban landscape is eerily quiet, the cloud-splattered sky casting uneven beams of wan sunlight down onto the shattered stumps of concrete pillars and reinforced plastic bollards, the broken teeth of the city. They yawn like a vast and gaping mouth, promising nothing but even odds of life or death. Is the city dead and waiting like a fattened corpse for butchering, its bones and offal for the taking to be made into wealth and power? Or is it merely dormant, a slumbering beast beaten down and deeply scarred by battle - but dangerous still even in infirmity? Who indeed could say...
So it is that from an abundance of caution that the thoughtful man would move with stealth and purpose. Such a man as Moondog, like a ghost in his camouflage, moving from shadow to shelter with deliberation. The ghostly white canid face on his helmet resolves from a floating fog of cement dust and powered bone, spectral and sudden. From beneath the hood, his mirrored lenses flash the dying sun into Otto's face, then to Astara's, in silent acknowledgement of their presence. "Am I late?" He rasps, in that even tone of his, his voice as quiet and dead as long dried leaves stirring from a tomb.
Nayru took careful strides as she made her way to the station. Her eyes and ears keeping careful watch on any hostile ferals that could be coming their way. Fortunately there didn't seem to be any coming their way. Though given her company right now, she couldn't blame them. "Hey everyone. Are all of you excited about this as I am?" She greeted the group with a small wave once they arrived. Looking over the front of their building that will soon be their new headquarters.
Even in 'his' female form, Hisoka was not someone who ferals liked to triffle with. She didn't lose any of her skills or power. Nor her nanomagics, which she had a good deal of them. So hand in hand with Nayru but keeping alert, they arrive at the site. They were expected, some of the other members of EoS were already there. Hisoka lifts a hand to wave at Astara "Hi! How are you? We came as soon as we recieved your comm. How is everything looking so far?" She fixed her dress and looked about, wouldn't want her dress to get messed up.
Today should have been a normal thing, just go out collect some vials before she recieved the page from her tsune sister Astara to meet up in a location near Zephyr headquarters. Her face was estatic to hear that the location provided was the soon to be guild headquarters, soon turning away from Zephyr and heading towards the west with a bit of stride in her step. Before long she arrived with the clouds holding up overhead as she walked along, arms crossed as she saw and looked at fellow members have already arrived towards the location.
A few more steps before she got the actual look to see everyone already arived, Astara, Hisoka, Moondog, Naryu and Otto, even though Moon tried to stick to the shadows. "I came as fast as I could once I got the page. Hopefully this will go peacefully, because I don't have everything." She says a bit excited, only to wave up her tranquilizer along with her spray can just to show everyone. "Just in case of emergency..." Before she adjusts the armor underneath her clothing.
Ferus strides to Astara, and the rest of the group gather around her, with a intent purpose. The last to arrive she notes. Glancing down at her wrist licks the last remnant of something from it. The snowleopard taur calmly and level looks at other taur, "You called?"
Astara cracks a light smile as her colleagues - comrades, really - assemble around her. "Excellent, everyone's here on-time." She pauses, putting her weight back fully on her feet, and she turns herself to face everyone. "Everyone, today is move-in day! Or at least we'll be properly establishing our claim today by securing the premises. I've yet to actually look at the place today - it's been maybe a week since I last visited, but I don't think too much has changed. Come, follow me - we aren't going very far, just up the stairs so that we can all get an unobstructed look at the place."
Astara leads the team up the stairs, and for the first time the team can get an unobstructed look at what will be their new home. They're greeted by a picturesquely landscaped plaza... or at least was one before the nanites happened. Cracked brickwork with weeds popping out in between extends forwards towards Fairhaven's passenger terminal, 5th Street Station, a monument to an era that had long since passed even before P-Day; it only serves to starkly contrast with Zephyr's shining tower in the near background. Positioned in the middle of the plaza is an oval containing wildly overgrown grass and flowers, spilling out over the surrounding area; there are several other lush groves positioned in a square pattern around the oval, each perhaps diagonally 6 yards in distance from the center. Everything within that 'square' boundary is near completely obscured by the plantlife and vines spurting through the pavement. A rusted flagpole sticks out from the brush, in bad enough condition that it is unlikely a flag could be raised or lowered anymore. Eternally flying high on the pole are two tattered flags: a sun-bleached American flag flying at full-mast above an equally tattered Californian flag.
Less than a handful of steps are taken before Astara holds out her arm sideways, bringing everyone to a halt. In a hushed-tone, she says "Stop, this is it. I'm afraid I can't accompany you any further; /she/ should be in one of the groves here, the first feral. I am going to sneak around the perimeter, and enter the building from in back to check the status of the inside and basement. You all deal with Miss Lavender, please, and do it PEACEFULLY. She doesn't even have to leave the premises if you can think of something useful she could do around the base. Now, before I go: any questions, remarks?"
