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<div></div><br> <br>With the weather clear and bright, though the sun slowly setting in the distance, the abandoned military installation was not the most active of places around. With a high feral pressence and lots of cludder to keep wouldbe adventures at bay, it was not a hospitable locations. Most things of use, however, were either taken long ago or stripped by the nanites for their own particular use. Even more so here then most other places, with all the mech based ferals, metel didn't last long intact. Currently, activity is even lower then usual, even the ferals seeming mostly quiet.<br> <br>Having dealt with the previous mission with the books for Zephyr before, one of the approaching team couldn't help but take this opportunity to join in again. With slow steps, the pale skinned, suit wearing human couldn't help but take extra heed of the area. Given it is new to him, it is relatively understandable. His hands quietly grip his newest piece of gear as his left eye lights up with a subtle glow of green... Ah, the other agents are coming. Standing a bit near the entrance, the suit wearing human sends out his short ping of greeting to the others in order to point out that he is a friendly. Stretching his shoulders for a moment, the human couldn't help but look over the entrance of the area, sniffing the air for a moment as he awaits the arival of the others who took the call from Zephyr.<br> <br>Chance scurries towards the indicated area, clawed paws skittering as he tries to make good time despite his rather short stature. The vorpal rat arrives, casting nervous glances around to see who else has, and will turn up. The rat has his favored weapons in holsters and harnasses. The rat himself is not clothed, practicality of some of his actions has prohibited pants, and well shirt without pants seems silly to him. New to these missions, Chance lets out a small squeak of a "Hello?" to the man towering over him once he gets nearby.<br> <br>Following an interval behind the rest of the group, a nervous, underequipped greenhorn sniffs the air. Her first mission for Zephyr since arriving in Fairhaven, Kesuma has no idea what to expect. Outwardly, the young one seems a bit jumpy... Inwardly, a neverending torrent of feral instinct screams in the back of her head, sending images of death in this place flashing before her eyes.... All dulled and muffled by the drugs. The raccoon shivers a bit, trying to regain composure.<br> <br>Macaci prowls along on her way to the friendly ping her visor displayed. Her visor pulled down over her eyes, and her hair tied into a pony tail right behind her, swaying slightly with her tail as she moves. Her hands gripping her laser rifle tightly, the vaguely P-90 look alike humming softly as she moves... A good indication of it's working status. Two satchels hang along her shoulders as well, though are quickly distracted from being the focus by the RPG on her back, and sword on her hip. | <div></div><br> <br>With the weather clear and bright, though the sun slowly setting in the distance, the abandoned military installation was not the most active of places around. With a high feral pressence and lots of cludder to keep wouldbe adventures at bay, it was not a hospitable locations. Most things of use, however, were either taken long ago or stripped by the nanites for their own particular use. Even more so here then most other places, with all the mech based ferals, metel didn't last long intact. Currently, activity is even lower then usual, even the ferals seeming mostly quiet.<br> <br>Having dealt with the previous mission with the books for Zephyr before, one of the approaching team couldn't help but take this opportunity to join in again. With slow steps, the pale skinned, suit wearing human couldn't help but take extra heed of the area. Given it is new to him, it is relatively understandable. His hands quietly grip his newest piece of gear as his left eye lights up with a subtle glow of green... Ah, the other agents are coming. Standing a bit near the entrance, the suit wearing human sends out his short ping of greeting to the others in order to point out that he is a friendly. Stretching his shoulders for a moment, the human couldn't help but look over the entrance of the area, sniffing the air for a moment as he awaits the arival of the others who took the call from Zephyr.<br> <br>Chance scurries towards the indicated area, clawed paws skittering as he tries to make good time despite his rather short stature. The vorpal rat arrives, casting nervous glances around to see who else has, and will turn up. The rat has his favored weapons in holsters and harnasses. The rat himself is not clothed, practicality of some of his actions has prohibited pants, and well shirt without pants seems silly to him. New to these missions, Chance lets out a small squeak of a "Hello?" to the man towering over him once he gets nearby.<br> <br>Following an interval behind the rest of the group, a nervous, underequipped greenhorn sniffs the air. Her first mission for Zephyr since arriving in Fairhaven, Kesuma has no idea what to expect. Outwardly, the young one seems a bit jumpy... Inwardly, a neverending torrent of feral instinct screams in the back of her head, sending images of death in this place flashing before her eyes.... All dulled and muffled by the drugs. The raccoon shivers a bit, trying to regain composure.<br> <br>Macaci prowls along on her way to the friendly ping her visor displayed. Her visor pulled down over her eyes, and her hair tied into a pony tail right behind her, swaying slightly with her tail as she moves. Her hands gripping her laser rifle tightly, the vaguely P-90 look alike humming softly as she moves... A good indication of it's working status. Two satchels hang along her shoulders as well, though are quickly distracted from being the focus by the RPG on her back, and sword on her hip. | ||
| − | Peeking around the corner as she arrives at the friendly ping, she presses a small button along the side of her visor to return the friendly ping before stepping into the open. Approaching the slowly gathering group as she speaks in hushed tone. "Hello."<br> <br>Cookies arrives in what appears to be mechanic's coveralls, a utility belt and a pair of welding goggles situated above her eyes and between her feline ears. She takes a moment to look over the others and nods in greeting, purrring quietly to herself as she waits for the rest to gather, tail swaying idly behind her. "Hullo, Anbessa," she mewls to the human with little more than a glance in his direction.<br> <br>Fenris saunters on to the scene, keeping a wary eye on his surroundings. Catching sight of the gathering group of operatives he gives a friendly wave, then puts his hands back in the deep pockets of his long, dark coat. He doesn't much like coming here at the behest of Zephyr. His last few experiences with the oversized corporation have left a bad taste in his mouth, but he can't argue with their expertise in finding interesting things. The tiger has already polished off the novels from his last library excursion and it's time to find something new. He frowns a little as he notices Cookies in the group, but shrugs and joins them anyway. He believes in second chances.<br> <br>With his ever present shotgun strapped securely across his back, a silver businesslion steps out amongst the group of adventurers and agents, eager to get some work done to fuel the project not too far away from completion. At first, Dio's eyes are focused upon two particular people close to him, that being his daughter and a certain cat girl. A hand gently falls upon Macaci's shoulder, giving it a nice fatherly squeeze. "Greetings," he proclaims, "My name is Dio for those who don't know. Always nice to exchange names before a mission. Are we all ready to advance?"<br> <br>Danielle arrives on the scene, the metalic clattering of guns in her possession heard as she jogs over. She was dressed in some tight clothing, not much more than a pair of jeans, some combat boots tied up tight, and a t-shirt which clings to her lithe frame. She hopes her chest holster didn't make things easy for grab her. Arriving at the group and looking around at the different faces, the human woman purses her lips. She only really recognized one person, and that was Dio, whom she offers a polite wave. "Heya... name's Danielle." She quickly introduces herself to the others in the group. She'd have more time to socialize when they weren't on a mission, she knew how the higher ups could be after all.<br> <br>Miranai the group collected out at just beyond the entrance to the installation, there isn't much to see beyond the decaying building, rotting machines, and the occational feral scettering about. One such feral looks over to the group, and tilts her head to the side. The squrriel chitters wildy a moment before running up to the group, and giving a giggled, "HI!" She continues to chitter maddly a moment. Strapped to her back is an M4. Her eyes however, gravitate to Cookie's belly, and she gives a 'OOOHHH!'<br> <br>The suit wearing human perks up at the sound of the softer voice, him looking curiously for a moment before he finally turns around and looks down, spotting the small rat. Blinking, he soon smiles. "Hello there." He says, crouching down a bit to be friendly to him. Though as the rest approaches, the human cannot help but stand back up, waving to the others. He blinks as he spots a few familiar people, chuckling towards Cookies. "Did what happen suck the life out of you?" He asks the egg filled feline, chuckling for a moment as anyone with good eyes can spot the faintest of blushes appearing on his face. Waving to Dio as well, he looks over the rest of th- "Ack!" He jumps reflexively at the sudden appearence of the squirrel, him amusingly standing on one foot in a weird position as his gun aims up at the sky. A Steyr AUG? With the runes on it, it looks more like it belongs in a video game... Though he soon calms down, quickly standing back on two feet as he squints at the squirrel, looking at the group before he looks to the female. "Excited one, ain'tcha?" He asks her, sighing for a moment before he looks back towards the building. "Anyway, like Cookies said, I am Anbessa. We should probably get to work. Ferals will be more out and about soon at this time after all." He speaks up, looking over the rest of the group as he takes a cautious eye at the squirrel. Paranoid human! | + | Peeking around the corner as she arrives at the friendly ping, she presses a small button along the side of her visor to return the friendly ping before stepping into the open. Approaching the slowly gathering group as she speaks in hushed tone. "Hello."<br> <br>Cookies arrives in what appears to be mechanic's coveralls, a utility belt and a pair of welding goggles situated above her eyes and between her feline ears. She takes a moment to look over the others and nods in greeting, purrring quietly to herself as she waits for the rest to gather, tail swaying idly behind her. "Hullo, Anbessa," she mewls to the human with little more than a glance in his direction.<br> <br>Fenris saunters on to the scene, keeping a wary eye on his surroundings. Catching sight of the gathering group of operatives he gives a friendly wave, then puts his hands back in the deep pockets of his long, dark coat. He doesn't much like coming here at the behest of Zephyr. His last few experiences with the oversized corporation have left a bad taste in his mouth, but he can't argue with their expertise in finding interesting things. The tiger has already polished off the novels from his last library excursion and it's time to find something new. He frowns a little as he notices Cookies in the group, but shrugs and joins them anyway. He believes in second chances.<br> <br>With his ever present shotgun strapped securely across his back, a silver businesslion steps out amongst the group of adventurers and agents, eager to get some work done to fuel the project not too far away from completion. At first, Dio's eyes are focused upon two particular people close to him, that being his daughter and a certain cat girl. A hand gently falls upon Macaci's shoulder, giving it a nice fatherly squeeze. "Greetings," he proclaims, "My name is Dio for those who don't know. Always nice to exchange names before a mission. Are we all ready to advance?"<br> <br>Danielle arrives on the scene, the metalic clattering of guns in her possession heard as she jogs over. She was dressed in some tight clothing, not much more than a pair of jeans, some combat boots tied up tight, and a t-shirt which clings to her lithe frame. She hopes her chest holster didn't make things easy for grab her. Arriving at the group and looking around at the different faces, the human woman purses her lips. She only really recognized one person, and that was Dio, whom she offers a polite wave. "Heya... name's Danielle." She quickly introduces herself to the others in the group. She'd have more time to socialize when they weren't on a mission, she knew how the higher ups could be after all.<br> <br>Miranai the group collected out at just beyond the entrance to the installation, there isn't much to see beyond the decaying building, rotting machines, and the occational feral scettering about. One such feral looks over to the group, and tilts her head to the side. The squrriel chitters wildy a moment before running up to the group, and giving a giggled, "HI!" She continues to chitter maddly a moment. Strapped to her back is an M4. Her eyes however, gravitate to Cookie's belly, and she gives a 'OOOHHH!'<br> <br>The suit wearing human perks up at the sound of the softer voice, him looking curiously for a moment before he finally turns around and looks down, spotting the small rat. Blinking, he soon smiles. "Hello there." He says, crouching down a bit to be friendly to him. Though as the rest approaches, the human cannot help but stand back up, waving to the others. He blinks as he spots a few familiar people, chuckling towards Cookies. "Did what happen suck the life out of you?" He asks the egg filled feline, chuckling for a moment as anyone with good eyes can spot the faintest of blushes appearing on his face. Waving to Dio as well, he looks over the rest of th- "Ack!" He jumps reflexively at the sudden appearence of the squirrel, him amusingly standing on one foot in a weird position as his gun aims up at the sky. A Steyr AUG? With the runes on it, it looks more like it belongs in a video game... Though he soon calms down, quickly standing back on two feet as he squints at the squirrel, looking at the group before he looks to the female. "Excited one, ain'tcha?" He asks her, sighing for a moment before he looks back towards the building. "Anyway, like Cookies said, I am Anbessa. We should probably get to work. Ferals will be more out and about soon at this time after all." He speaks up, looking over the rest of the group as he takes a cautious eye at the squirrel. Paranoid human!<br> <br>Chance smiles as macaci approaches the area, "Macaci, good to know I'm working with at least one face I know." He turns to the big man beside him, "Erm no offense meant." He looks them over, also looking to the Raccoon knowing a new reqruit when he sees one. He smiles warmly to them, hoping to reassure them. "Hey, you new here. Pleasure to work with you, name's Chance, and yours?" Spotting the Cat in coveralls he shuffles from foot to foot as he is a still nervous of Cookies from almost getting fried by one of their lasers. Keeping a distance between him and them he also spots fenris, another teammate from his first mission. He waves happily, wondering if the tiger recognizes him. Smiling as he recognizes the Lion, Chance waves a happy greeting to Dio, "Dio, how are you? Nice to work with you again!" He nods to Danielle "Chance, pleasure." looking around at the group "I'm good to go." is offered in response to the silver Lion. Looking at the squirrel chance approaches them slowly, knowing that while he might not be the one with the best social skills, but his stature is easily the least intimidating. He looks over the squirrel, and smiles "Hi, " He looks from the squirrel to cookie, and back. "You know anything about any books lying around here?" <br> <br>Cookies ws<br> <br>Dio shifts his focus at the incoming squirrel with a curious gaze. A feral? But how strange, considering she has a weapon strapped to her back. Much like the squirrel, the lion looks upon Cookies rather full belly and lets out a low whistle. "Impressive," he whispers under his breath before moving towards the squirrel, returning Chance's greeting with a nod. "Greetings, my lady," he says with a slight bow. "Who might you be? And if you could honor us, I wonder if I could trouble a beautiful lady for a bit of information concerning what's inside this base here?"<br> <br>Macaci tenses for a moment at the touch, before looking over her shoulder to give a smile and nod to Dio. Her gaze flicking back to the others as she looks them all over. "I'm Macaci." Her tone still kept rather low... Until the squirriel runs up to the group, almost causing the cat to eep before she blinks and focuses on the feral, offering a little wave. "Oh, uhm hello there." Giggling slightly at Anbessa's spook from the squirrel, though her own wasn't that subtle as well... Giving a nod to Chance as she bends slightly to pet the rat.<br> <br>Anbessa lets out a soft sigh as he watches everyone else get friendly with the squirrel, him shaking his head for a moment as the human's fingers tip tip tap the assault rifle in his grip. Looking around the area, he quietly inspects the rest of the ferals that are prowling around nearby as he reaches down the barrel of his Steyr, a soft *Click* heard before his gun's flashlight shines out. After a short detatching from his gun, he shines the now lone light over and around the area. Better safe than sorry, right?<br> <br>The squirrel slinks her ways over to Cookies and rubs on her belly, giving another excided 'Oooohhhhh.' The looking around to everyone else, "Me? Me is .. umm.... forgot, not important." She says, "But here has lots of shiny thing, and umm... thing, what is book?" she asks. Then she next notices Anbessa's gun, and the light it gives off, "SHINY!!" she calls out and practically tackles Anbessa's extended arm to try and take it from him!<br> <br>Cookies notices the squirrel's gaze, glancing between her and her tummy before she curls her arms 'round herself protectively. She looks at Dio when he adresses the squirrel, then shrugs with a small sigh, dismissing her almost entirely with a back-turn and a whip of her tail in agitation, leaving her clueless to her pouncing before the cry of shininess. Oh dear.<br> <br>Kesuma offers a curt nod in Chance's direction as he greets and introduces himself. "Kesuma," comes a muttered reply. Not much for talk, this one. Instead she glances around the area, and between the other agents. After a moment of this, she spots the approaching squirrel, and it takes every ounce of self control Kesuma has to avoid scurrying off in a scared frenzy. Which isn't helped by the figures moving around the group in the shadows. Or the defensive use of a rifle-mounted light.... Kesuma swallows hard and takes a deep breath.<br> <br>Danielle yawns a little as she twists her head side to side, cracking her neck a bit before she reaches for her back and withdraws an AK-47. Ah, AK... widely overdone in popular culture, but still so reliable when properly maintained. Her grip on the rifle tenses a bit as the squirrel appears, however, the girl easily startled when it comes to those more 'ludid' ferals. She knew that's what she was just a few bad days of becoming, so it was especially frightening for her. Taking a deep breath, she decides to trust it for now. ... Then it promptly attempts to tackle one of her working partners. Ooh boy.<br> <br>Anbessa hums curiously as he looks around, squinting at every few things he spo- What was that? Looking out of her periferals, he spots the incoming fluffball lunging into his direction, him letting out a soft yelp as he takes a hop backwards, quickly bopping the Squirrel on the head punishingly with the light in the process. "No! No! Bad squirrely!" He says, his thumb clicking off the light in learning. Well, if this squirrel is around, no lighting is allowed it seems!<br> <br>Watching the feral attempt to snag away Anbessa's weapon, perhaps this feral individual wasn't too dangerous, but rather annoying to a degree and a possible liability for the mission. "Ma'am," he directs towards the squirrel, "I'm afraid we must part ways quite soon. But perhaps..." The lion rubs at his chin, watching Anbessa dodge out of the way and soon looking back towards the entrance to the facility. "Do you know of any interesting shinies you could lead us to?"<br> <br>Fenris shakes his head and sighs, keeping clear of the friendly brawl. He doesn't need a mad little feral digging through his pockets. He gives a nod to Dio, recognizing the lion from previous missions. "You've gained a Y chromasome since last we met," he says affably, the turns his attention to the mad little squirrel.<br> <br>Macaci winces as the Squirrel jumps for the shiny, glad her visor didn't produce much light with it's heads up display... She could tell it wasn't a malicious intent, just... Shiney. If anything she could relate to the poor girl! Reaching into her pocket she rummages around some for something shiney. Finding nothing, she promptly reaches into her right satchel, pulling out a dulled practice throwing knife. Holding it behind her back so that she could distract the feral with a shiney if push came to shove.<br> <br>Chance draws his laser pistol, smiling he looks to dio and is petted by macaci. He looks around chuckling at the antics. "Alright and let's get on the move, the goods are all in there." He frowns and looks at the squirrel, "Hey, HEY, we need to get into there, mind helping us out," He nods as Dio says what he said better, He grins to the lion, "I'll leave you and...Doreen here,." He sighs and moves nearer Macaci, looking around.<br> <br>Chittering annoyingly the squirrel girl looks to Anbessa, "Owww..." she bemoans looking into the compound once more. Her ears twist though as Dio talks about interesting shinies, she blinks a few times. She sits on her footpaws a moment, holding her head, "Umm... promise no take shiny? Or... maybe have... food.. give shiny for food?" she asks after a while. |
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| + | Around the compound itself some shuffling can be heard as thoughs less civilized then the example of she who is actually talking size up the party collected.<br> <br>Fenris grins at the squirrel, "Of course we will trade for shineys," he says, "but you don't happen to know where to find things like this do you?" He pulls one of his paperback novels from a pocket. "We're looking for these more than shinies," he prompts. | ||
Revision as of 02:59, 23 January 2014
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Date
22/1/2014
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With the weather clear and bright, though the sun slowly setting in the distance, the abandoned military installation was not the most active of places around. With a high feral pressence and lots of cludder to keep wouldbe adventures at bay, it was not a hospitable locations. Most things of use, however, were either taken long ago or stripped by the nanites for their own particular use. Even more so here then most other places, with all the mech based ferals, metel didn't last long intact. Currently, activity is even lower then usual, even the ferals seeming mostly quiet.
Having dealt with the previous mission with the books for Zephyr before, one of the approaching team couldn't help but take this opportunity to join in again. With slow steps, the pale skinned, suit wearing human couldn't help but take extra heed of the area. Given it is new to him, it is relatively understandable. His hands quietly grip his newest piece of gear as his left eye lights up with a subtle glow of green... Ah, the other agents are coming. Standing a bit near the entrance, the suit wearing human sends out his short ping of greeting to the others in order to point out that he is a friendly. Stretching his shoulders for a moment, the human couldn't help but look over the entrance of the area, sniffing the air for a moment as he awaits the arival of the others who took the call from Zephyr.
Chance scurries towards the indicated area, clawed paws skittering as he tries to make good time despite his rather short stature. The vorpal rat arrives, casting nervous glances around to see who else has, and will turn up. The rat has his favored weapons in holsters and harnasses. The rat himself is not clothed, practicality of some of his actions has prohibited pants, and well shirt without pants seems silly to him. New to these missions, Chance lets out a small squeak of a "Hello?" to the man towering over him once he gets nearby.
Following an interval behind the rest of the group, a nervous, underequipped greenhorn sniffs the air. Her first mission for Zephyr since arriving in Fairhaven, Kesuma has no idea what to expect. Outwardly, the young one seems a bit jumpy... Inwardly, a neverending torrent of feral instinct screams in the back of her head, sending images of death in this place flashing before her eyes.... All dulled and muffled by the drugs. The raccoon shivers a bit, trying to regain composure.
Macaci prowls along on her way to the friendly ping her visor displayed. Her visor pulled down over her eyes, and her hair tied into a pony tail right behind her, swaying slightly with her tail as she moves. Her hands gripping her laser rifle tightly, the vaguely P-90 look alike humming softly as she moves... A good indication of it's working status. Two satchels hang along her shoulders as well, though are quickly distracted from being the focus by the RPG on her back, and sword on her hip.
Peeking around the corner as she arrives at the friendly ping, she presses a small button along the side of her visor to return the friendly ping before stepping into the open. Approaching the slowly gathering group as she speaks in hushed tone. "Hello."
Cookies arrives in what appears to be mechanic's coveralls, a utility belt and a pair of welding goggles situated above her eyes and between her feline ears. She takes a moment to look over the others and nods in greeting, purrring quietly to herself as she waits for the rest to gather, tail swaying idly behind her. "Hullo, Anbessa," she mewls to the human with little more than a glance in his direction.
Fenris saunters on to the scene, keeping a wary eye on his surroundings. Catching sight of the gathering group of operatives he gives a friendly wave, then puts his hands back in the deep pockets of his long, dark coat. He doesn't much like coming here at the behest of Zephyr. His last few experiences with the oversized corporation have left a bad taste in his mouth, but he can't argue with their expertise in finding interesting things. The tiger has already polished off the novels from his last library excursion and it's time to find something new. He frowns a little as he notices Cookies in the group, but shrugs and joins them anyway. He believes in second chances.
With his ever present shotgun strapped securely across his back, a silver businesslion steps out amongst the group of adventurers and agents, eager to get some work done to fuel the project not too far away from completion. At first, Dio's eyes are focused upon two particular people close to him, that being his daughter and a certain cat girl. A hand gently falls upon Macaci's shoulder, giving it a nice fatherly squeeze. "Greetings," he proclaims, "My name is Dio for those who don't know. Always nice to exchange names before a mission. Are we all ready to advance?"
Danielle arrives on the scene, the metalic clattering of guns in her possession heard as she jogs over. She was dressed in some tight clothing, not much more than a pair of jeans, some combat boots tied up tight, and a t-shirt which clings to her lithe frame. She hopes her chest holster didn't make things easy for grab her. Arriving at the group and looking around at the different faces, the human woman purses her lips. She only really recognized one person, and that was Dio, whom she offers a polite wave. "Heya... name's Danielle." She quickly introduces herself to the others in the group. She'd have more time to socialize when they weren't on a mission, she knew how the higher ups could be after all.
Miranai the group collected out at just beyond the entrance to the installation, there isn't much to see beyond the decaying building, rotting machines, and the occational feral scettering about. One such feral looks over to the group, and tilts her head to the side. The squrriel chitters wildy a moment before running up to the group, and giving a giggled, "HI!" She continues to chitter maddly a moment. Strapped to her back is an M4. Her eyes however, gravitate to Cookie's belly, and she gives a 'OOOHHH!'
The suit wearing human perks up at the sound of the softer voice, him looking curiously for a moment before he finally turns around and looks down, spotting the small rat. Blinking, he soon smiles. "Hello there." He says, crouching down a bit to be friendly to him. Though as the rest approaches, the human cannot help but stand back up, waving to the others. He blinks as he spots a few familiar people, chuckling towards Cookies. "Did what happen suck the life out of you?" He asks the egg filled feline, chuckling for a moment as anyone with good eyes can spot the faintest of blushes appearing on his face. Waving to Dio as well, he looks over the rest of th- "Ack!" He jumps reflexively at the sudden appearence of the squirrel, him amusingly standing on one foot in a weird position as his gun aims up at the sky. A Steyr AUG? With the runes on it, it looks more like it belongs in a video game... Though he soon calms down, quickly standing back on two feet as he squints at the squirrel, looking at the group before he looks to the female. "Excited one, ain'tcha?" He asks her, sighing for a moment before he looks back towards the building. "Anyway, like Cookies said, I am Anbessa. We should probably get to work. Ferals will be more out and about soon at this time after all." He speaks up, looking over the rest of the group as he takes a cautious eye at the squirrel. Paranoid human!
Chance smiles as macaci approaches the area, "Macaci, good to know I'm working with at least one face I know." He turns to the big man beside him, "Erm no offense meant." He looks them over, also looking to the Raccoon knowing a new reqruit when he sees one. He smiles warmly to them, hoping to reassure them. "Hey, you new here. Pleasure to work with you, name's Chance, and yours?" Spotting the Cat in coveralls he shuffles from foot to foot as he is a still nervous of Cookies from almost getting fried by one of their lasers. Keeping a distance between him and them he also spots fenris, another teammate from his first mission. He waves happily, wondering if the tiger recognizes him. Smiling as he recognizes the Lion, Chance waves a happy greeting to Dio, "Dio, how are you? Nice to work with you again!" He nods to Danielle "Chance, pleasure." looking around at the group "I'm good to go." is offered in response to the silver Lion. Looking at the squirrel chance approaches them slowly, knowing that while he might not be the one with the best social skills, but his stature is easily the least intimidating. He looks over the squirrel, and smiles "Hi, " He looks from the squirrel to cookie, and back. "You know anything about any books lying around here?"
Cookies ws
Dio shifts his focus at the incoming squirrel with a curious gaze. A feral? But how strange, considering she has a weapon strapped to her back. Much like the squirrel, the lion looks upon Cookies rather full belly and lets out a low whistle. "Impressive," he whispers under his breath before moving towards the squirrel, returning Chance's greeting with a nod. "Greetings, my lady," he says with a slight bow. "Who might you be? And if you could honor us, I wonder if I could trouble a beautiful lady for a bit of information concerning what's inside this base here?"
Macaci tenses for a moment at the touch, before looking over her shoulder to give a smile and nod to Dio. Her gaze flicking back to the others as she looks them all over. "I'm Macaci." Her tone still kept rather low... Until the squirriel runs up to the group, almost causing the cat to eep before she blinks and focuses on the feral, offering a little wave. "Oh, uhm hello there." Giggling slightly at Anbessa's spook from the squirrel, though her own wasn't that subtle as well... Giving a nod to Chance as she bends slightly to pet the rat.
Anbessa lets out a soft sigh as he watches everyone else get friendly with the squirrel, him shaking his head for a moment as the human's fingers tip tip tap the assault rifle in his grip. Looking around the area, he quietly inspects the rest of the ferals that are prowling around nearby as he reaches down the barrel of his Steyr, a soft *Click* heard before his gun's flashlight shines out. After a short detatching from his gun, he shines the now lone light over and around the area. Better safe than sorry, right?
The squirrel slinks her ways over to Cookies and rubs on her belly, giving another excided 'Oooohhhhh.' The looking around to everyone else, "Me? Me is .. umm.... forgot, not important." She says, "But here has lots of shiny thing, and umm... thing, what is book?" she asks. Then she next notices Anbessa's gun, and the light it gives off, "SHINY!!" she calls out and practically tackles Anbessa's extended arm to try and take it from him!
Cookies notices the squirrel's gaze, glancing between her and her tummy before she curls her arms 'round herself protectively. She looks at Dio when he adresses the squirrel, then shrugs with a small sigh, dismissing her almost entirely with a back-turn and a whip of her tail in agitation, leaving her clueless to her pouncing before the cry of shininess. Oh dear.
Kesuma offers a curt nod in Chance's direction as he greets and introduces himself. "Kesuma," comes a muttered reply. Not much for talk, this one. Instead she glances around the area, and between the other agents. After a moment of this, she spots the approaching squirrel, and it takes every ounce of self control Kesuma has to avoid scurrying off in a scared frenzy. Which isn't helped by the figures moving around the group in the shadows. Or the defensive use of a rifle-mounted light.... Kesuma swallows hard and takes a deep breath.
Danielle yawns a little as she twists her head side to side, cracking her neck a bit before she reaches for her back and withdraws an AK-47. Ah, AK... widely overdone in popular culture, but still so reliable when properly maintained. Her grip on the rifle tenses a bit as the squirrel appears, however, the girl easily startled when it comes to those more 'ludid' ferals. She knew that's what she was just a few bad days of becoming, so it was especially frightening for her. Taking a deep breath, she decides to trust it for now. ... Then it promptly attempts to tackle one of her working partners. Ooh boy.
Anbessa hums curiously as he looks around, squinting at every few things he spo- What was that? Looking out of her periferals, he spots the incoming fluffball lunging into his direction, him letting out a soft yelp as he takes a hop backwards, quickly bopping the Squirrel on the head punishingly with the light in the process. "No! No! Bad squirrely!" He says, his thumb clicking off the light in learning. Well, if this squirrel is around, no lighting is allowed it seems!
Watching the feral attempt to snag away Anbessa's weapon, perhaps this feral individual wasn't too dangerous, but rather annoying to a degree and a possible liability for the mission. "Ma'am," he directs towards the squirrel, "I'm afraid we must part ways quite soon. But perhaps..." The lion rubs at his chin, watching Anbessa dodge out of the way and soon looking back towards the entrance to the facility. "Do you know of any interesting shinies you could lead us to?"
Fenris shakes his head and sighs, keeping clear of the friendly brawl. He doesn't need a mad little feral digging through his pockets. He gives a nod to Dio, recognizing the lion from previous missions. "You've gained a Y chromasome since last we met," he says affably, the turns his attention to the mad little squirrel.
Macaci winces as the Squirrel jumps for the shiny, glad her visor didn't produce much light with it's heads up display... She could tell it wasn't a malicious intent, just... Shiney. If anything she could relate to the poor girl! Reaching into her pocket she rummages around some for something shiney. Finding nothing, she promptly reaches into her right satchel, pulling out a dulled practice throwing knife. Holding it behind her back so that she could distract the feral with a shiney if push came to shove.
Chance draws his laser pistol, smiling he looks to dio and is petted by macaci. He looks around chuckling at the antics. "Alright and let's get on the move, the goods are all in there." He frowns and looks at the squirrel, "Hey, HEY, we need to get into there, mind helping us out," He nods as Dio says what he said better, He grins to the lion, "I'll leave you and...Doreen here,." He sighs and moves nearer Macaci, looking around.
Chittering annoyingly the squirrel girl looks to Anbessa, "Owww..." she bemoans looking into the compound once more. Her ears twist though as Dio talks about interesting shinies, she blinks a few times. She sits on her footpaws a moment, holding her head, "Umm... promise no take shiny? Or... maybe have... food.. give shiny for food?" she asks after a while.
Around the compound itself some shuffling can be heard as thoughs less civilized then the example of she who is actually talking size up the party collected.
Fenris grins at the squirrel, "Of course we will trade for shineys," he says, "but you don't happen to know where to find things like this do you?" He pulls one of his paperback novels from a pocket. "We're looking for these more than shinies," he prompts.
