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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>The convention center entrance is quiet. An odd spot of peace between an otherwise mutant infested highway and an even more infested convention center. It is chilly, but not near freezing yet. |
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| + | Two hyenas are sitting on a pair of what were once cheap plastic chairs. Now a nearly incalculable luxury for the wanting behind. They have a little stand made of metal and some sort of synthetic fabric between them, with a beer bottle, and a bottle of some sort of mixed drink on it. Behind their drinks sits a single beat up booklet, about fifty or so pages thick, the letters 'S' and 'L' and 'R' are visible on the spine. | ||
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| + | One has highlights in their fur, wears a fairly skimpy dress, and has no curves to speak of. The other, has curves to spare, but wears a modest masculine suit with few adornments or attention to their fur excluding that minimum required to look decent. | ||
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| + | They are waiting.<br> <br>It's another happy day, it's a wonderful day today, adventure let there be, for him, for her, for me... these were the words that resonated through Otto's head as he merrily power-jumps his way to the rendezvous point. He was in good spirits by the looks and sounds of things, his vibrant indigo eyes brimming with life and a smile tugging at his lips. With a skip in his step and a song in his heart, he lands with a *THUD* near the convention center, then skips along the path towards their mission objective and dusts himself off lightly along the way.<br> <br>Meanwhile Nekura was following after though she seems to be quite naked as she always is. Then again when you're basically a mobile furnace it's usually hard to tell if it's cold out. The Nightmare's hoofsteps follow not far behind Otto's walking though she waits until they get close to their destination before glomping him from behind and giving him a likely familiar boobhat. "Hi."<br> <br>Perhaps less jovial than some others who arrived, but with a warmth in her chest that seemed undiminishable, a whistle seemed to slip from her lips. Mokou, that is, the almost familiar fennec lass that wandered down the old and broken highway. A glance at her would render to most a story simple and honest. Right or wrong... Well, for the moment, the lass seeming to hold a gleam in her eye revealed little. Twas work to be down after all! And with such work came... "Good evening Otto," a warm voice rang out, the lass eying the previously bouncing lad with a smirk, "Glad to see you could make it you know! And..." A few blinks, the lass shying away from the mildly blazing horse lass, "... You as well Nekura. Glad to see you about though..."<br> <br>Ebreus glides toward the rendezvous point, occasionally flapping his large bat-like wings once or twice to regain altitude and remain above the rooftops. He smiles as he sees Otto traveling by leaps and bounds in the same direction as it appears he will be responding to the unusual call for agents as well. As the parking lot comes into view he begins a swooping dive intending to try, for his own amusement, a movie cliche three-point landing from flight. | ||
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| + | Intending to land about fifteen feet from Otto within his sight he manages to contact the ground in the intended spot but he held onto a little too much momentum upon touching the round and ends up rolling end over end for ten feet. Comming to a stop laying on his back he starts chucking. "I'm okay." he says and gets to his feet before looking around. | ||
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| + | His helmet retracted leaving his face visible his expression sours slightly when he sees Mokou but not as much as last time. "Hi Nekura. Been a while." he says then turns his attention back to the Fennec, "Hello Mokou." he says.<br> <br>Ebreus glides toward the rendezvous point, occasionally flapping his large bat-like wings once or twice to regain altitude and remain above the rooftops. He smiles as he sees Otto traveling by leaps and bounds in the same direction as it appears he will be responding to the unusual call for agents as well. As the parking lot comes into view he begins a swooping dive intending to try, for his own amusement, a movie cliche three-point landing from flight.<br> <br>Ebreus glides toward the rendezvous point, occasionally flapping his large bat-like wings once or twice to regain altitude and remain above the rooftops. He smiles as he sees Otto traveling by leaps and bounds in the same direction as it appears he will be responding to the unusual call for agents as well. As the parking lot comes into view he begins a swooping dive intending to try, for his own amusement, a movie cliche three-point landing from flight. | ||
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| + | Intending to land about fifteen feet from Otto within his sight he manages to contact the ground in the intended spot but he held onto a little too much momentum upon touching the round and ends up rolling end over end for ten feet. Comming to a stop laying on his back he starts chucking. "I'm okay." he says and gets to his feet before looking around. | ||
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| + | His helmet retracted leaving his face visible his expression sours slightly when he sees Mokou but not as much as last time. "Hi Otto and hey Nekura, been a little while hasn't it?" he says then turns his attention back to the Fennec, "Hello Mokou." he says.<br> <br>The hyena in the dress claps as they see Otto land on the asphalt from his jump. The herm rolls their eyes. At this. | ||
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| + | When Nekura appears and boobhats Otto, the hyena in the dress looks vaguely jealous. The herm just looks kind of annoyed. | ||
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| + | As the Fennec arrives and starts to converse, the herm looks slightly more peeved. Mostly frustrated rather than angry. He mumble something about the professionalism of these agents. The one in the dress seems to find this more or less acceptable, their posture loosening up a bit. | ||
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| + | As the other one in the fancy power suit hits the ground and rolls, the last of the Herm's confidence in this group of agents evaporates away. The one in the dress laughs and seems determined to stay. | ||
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| + | As it seems that the group is all there, the herm stands up, coaxing the other up as well, and walks over to the group. | ||
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| + | "Hello I am Howard." Howard's voice is an epitome of femininity, "So I take it you all are here for the technical manual." There's a bit of distaste to his voice. | ||
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| + | "Hi I'm Bridget. Nice to meet you all" Bridgets voice is not one that is so blessed as their partner's. | ||
Revision as of 03:02, 25 November 2017
Participants
Date
24/11/2017
Log
The convention center entrance is quiet. An odd spot of peace between an otherwise mutant infested highway and an even more infested convention center. It is chilly, but not near freezing yet.
Two hyenas are sitting on a pair of what were once cheap plastic chairs. Now a nearly incalculable luxury for the wanting behind. They have a little stand made of metal and some sort of synthetic fabric between them, with a beer bottle, and a bottle of some sort of mixed drink on it. Behind their drinks sits a single beat up booklet, about fifty or so pages thick, the letters 'S' and 'L' and 'R' are visible on the spine.
One has highlights in their fur, wears a fairly skimpy dress, and has no curves to speak of. The other, has curves to spare, but wears a modest masculine suit with few adornments or attention to their fur excluding that minimum required to look decent.
They are waiting.
It's another happy day, it's a wonderful day today, adventure let there be, for him, for her, for me... these were the words that resonated through Otto's head as he merrily power-jumps his way to the rendezvous point. He was in good spirits by the looks and sounds of things, his vibrant indigo eyes brimming with life and a smile tugging at his lips. With a skip in his step and a song in his heart, he lands with a *THUD* near the convention center, then skips along the path towards their mission objective and dusts himself off lightly along the way.
Meanwhile Nekura was following after though she seems to be quite naked as she always is. Then again when you're basically a mobile furnace it's usually hard to tell if it's cold out. The Nightmare's hoofsteps follow not far behind Otto's walking though she waits until they get close to their destination before glomping him from behind and giving him a likely familiar boobhat. "Hi."
Perhaps less jovial than some others who arrived, but with a warmth in her chest that seemed undiminishable, a whistle seemed to slip from her lips. Mokou, that is, the almost familiar fennec lass that wandered down the old and broken highway. A glance at her would render to most a story simple and honest. Right or wrong... Well, for the moment, the lass seeming to hold a gleam in her eye revealed little. Twas work to be down after all! And with such work came... "Good evening Otto," a warm voice rang out, the lass eying the previously bouncing lad with a smirk, "Glad to see you could make it you know! And..." A few blinks, the lass shying away from the mildly blazing horse lass, "... You as well Nekura. Glad to see you about though..."
Ebreus glides toward the rendezvous point, occasionally flapping his large bat-like wings once or twice to regain altitude and remain above the rooftops. He smiles as he sees Otto traveling by leaps and bounds in the same direction as it appears he will be responding to the unusual call for agents as well. As the parking lot comes into view he begins a swooping dive intending to try, for his own amusement, a movie cliche three-point landing from flight.
Intending to land about fifteen feet from Otto within his sight he manages to contact the ground in the intended spot but he held onto a little too much momentum upon touching the round and ends up rolling end over end for ten feet. Comming to a stop laying on his back he starts chucking. "I'm okay." he says and gets to his feet before looking around.
His helmet retracted leaving his face visible his expression sours slightly when he sees Mokou but not as much as last time. "Hi Nekura. Been a while." he says then turns his attention back to the Fennec, "Hello Mokou." he says.
Ebreus glides toward the rendezvous point, occasionally flapping his large bat-like wings once or twice to regain altitude and remain above the rooftops. He smiles as he sees Otto traveling by leaps and bounds in the same direction as it appears he will be responding to the unusual call for agents as well. As the parking lot comes into view he begins a swooping dive intending to try, for his own amusement, a movie cliche three-point landing from flight.
Ebreus glides toward the rendezvous point, occasionally flapping his large bat-like wings once or twice to regain altitude and remain above the rooftops. He smiles as he sees Otto traveling by leaps and bounds in the same direction as it appears he will be responding to the unusual call for agents as well. As the parking lot comes into view he begins a swooping dive intending to try, for his own amusement, a movie cliche three-point landing from flight.
Intending to land about fifteen feet from Otto within his sight he manages to contact the ground in the intended spot but he held onto a little too much momentum upon touching the round and ends up rolling end over end for ten feet. Comming to a stop laying on his back he starts chucking. "I'm okay." he says and gets to his feet before looking around.
His helmet retracted leaving his face visible his expression sours slightly when he sees Mokou but not as much as last time. "Hi Otto and hey Nekura, been a little while hasn't it?" he says then turns his attention back to the Fennec, "Hello Mokou." he says.
The hyena in the dress claps as they see Otto land on the asphalt from his jump. The herm rolls their eyes. At this.
When Nekura appears and boobhats Otto, the hyena in the dress looks vaguely jealous. The herm just looks kind of annoyed.
As the Fennec arrives and starts to converse, the herm looks slightly more peeved. Mostly frustrated rather than angry. He mumble something about the professionalism of these agents. The one in the dress seems to find this more or less acceptable, their posture loosening up a bit.
As the other one in the fancy power suit hits the ground and rolls, the last of the Herm's confidence in this group of agents evaporates away. The one in the dress laughs and seems determined to stay.
As it seems that the group is all there, the herm stands up, coaxing the other up as well, and walks over to the group.
"Hello I am Howard." Howard's voice is an epitome of femininity, "So I take it you all are here for the technical manual." There's a bit of distaste to his voice.
"Hi I'm Bridget. Nice to meet you all" Bridgets voice is not one that is so blessed as their partner's.
