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The burly tanuki has seated himself on the floor, leaning against a convenient bookshelf beneath Edel's perch. While he is armed with both a sword and a short spear, it looks more like he just happened to be in the library than that he was here for any meeting. He seems to be perusing a book about traditional Chinese costumes. And hiding a bag of cookies behind a stack of similar books so the librarians don't catch him.</div><br> <br><div title="Naiko">The wreck of an agent that was Naiko walked into the library lightly armored this time. Her drones, as usual, would accompany her inside. Craftsmen. Sure, she was associated with Zephyr, but the Order really got to her that last time. | The burly tanuki has seated himself on the floor, leaning against a convenient bookshelf beneath Edel's perch. While he is armed with both a sword and a short spear, it looks more like he just happened to be in the library than that he was here for any meeting. He seems to be perusing a book about traditional Chinese costumes. And hiding a bag of cookies behind a stack of similar books so the librarians don't catch him.</div><br> <br><div title="Naiko">The wreck of an agent that was Naiko walked into the library lightly armored this time. Her drones, as usual, would accompany her inside. Craftsmen. Sure, she was associated with Zephyr, but the Order really got to her that last time. | ||
| − | She looked tired, weary and perhaps a little battered. Nevertheless, noticing the familiar faces around, she gently nodded towards them before planting herself down on the nearest front row chair.</div><br> <br><div title="Narwen">Narwen wanders in a couple of minutes late and looking somewhat harried, catching dirty looks from the library skunks. He peers up and down the dense rows of chairs, shakes his head, and pads right to the front, standing on all fours in the middle of the aisle from where he has a fine view, tail arched up comfortably. This lasts about ten seconds before the people behind start poking and shooing at him. He settles down on the floor; the grumbling intensifies. Eventually he is waved off to the side of the room where he is only slightly in the way.</div><br> <br><div title="Kelly-imber">Kelly-imber was laying on one of the couches, sipping a cup of coffee. She had arrived about 2 hours ago to meet a friend for coffee. She was a little drowsy, because she stayed up all night the night prior, as she was the one that had watch duty for rsx. The poor shark girl could just about fall asleep on the very couch, she was sitting on.</div> | + | She looked tired, weary and perhaps a little battered. Nevertheless, noticing the familiar faces around, she gently nodded towards them before planting herself down on the nearest front row chair.</div><br> <br><div title="Narwen">Narwen wanders in a couple of minutes late and looking somewhat harried, catching dirty looks from the library skunks. He peers up and down the dense rows of chairs, shakes his head, and pads right to the front, standing on all fours in the middle of the aisle from where he has a fine view, tail arched up comfortably. This lasts about ten seconds before the people behind start poking and shooing at him. He settles down on the floor; the grumbling intensifies. Eventually he is waved off to the side of the room where he is only slightly in the way.</div><br> <br><div title="Kelly-imber">Kelly-imber was laying on one of the couches, sipping a cup of coffee. She had arrived about 2 hours ago to meet a friend for coffee. She was a little drowsy, because she stayed up all night the night prior, as she was the one that had watch duty for rsx. The poor shark girl could just about fall asleep on the very couch, she was sitting on.</div><br> <br><div title="Agent-dark">Agent-dark was running a little bit late today. He knew nothing about this old world order buisness he just saw it, as another job. After a few day of bad luck that made him feel like shit all over again. He took job, after job, after job, just try to get what happened off his mind. When he arrived at the lobby. He walked over and sat in one of the many couches in the room and waited for breifing. He tried to do that quietly, so maybe no one would notice he's late.</div><br> <br><div title="Agent-dark">Agent-dark was running a little bit late today. He knew nothing about this old world order buisness he just saw it, as another job. After a few day of bad luck that made him feel like shit all over again. He took job, after job, after job, just try to get what happened off his mind. When he arrived at the libary. He walked over and sat in one of the many chairs in the room and waited for breifing. He tried to do that quietly, so maybe no one would notice he's late.</div><br> <br><div title="Kelly-imber">Kelly-imber was laying on two of the multitude of chairs, sipping a cup of coffee. She had arrived about 2 hours ago to meet a friend for coffee. She was a little drowsy, because she stayed up all night the night prior, as she was the one that had watch duty for rsx. The poor shark girl could just about fall asleep on the very couch, she was sitting on.</div><br> <br><div title="Kelly-imber">Kelly-imber was laying on two of the multitude of chairs, sipping a cup of coffee. She had arrived about 2 hours ago to meet a friend for coffee. She was a little drowsy, because she stayed up all night the night prior, as she was the one that had watch duty for rsx. The poor shark girl could just about fall asleep on the very chair, she was sitting on.</div><br> <br><div title="Miru">Things were picking up now as more and more agents arrived, and settled into their seats. Only a few corrections were made in the seating arrangement, especially when a certain skunk barged in and blocked everyone's view. |
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| + | As most of the invited guests arrived, some guards were sent to the main entrance to stem the tide and ensure that no curious souls wandered into the library right now. | ||
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| + | There was a bit of increased now as various groups talked among themselves in preparation for the main event.</div><br> <br><div title="Edel">Edel leans forward, legs folded, an arm on her leg, and her chin in her hand. It was a very lazy and relaxed posture, for someone dressed in regal silks like a court lady from ages past, in lands far from here. "I still do not know what I am going to do," she muses aloud to herself.</div><br> <br><div title="Vari">Vari still looked over the people that arrived, and the guards that were guarding the library. She herself had officers positioned in the vicinity as well. It wouldn't befit the Leader of the K9 to come without security measures herself. She leaned towards the Panda sitting next to her, and whispered something to her, still waiting for the actual host to show up.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The hound surveys the scene, his eyes darting from here to there as he takes in the various new arrivals. Seems he wasn't the only one curious to know about these things, nor was he the only one eager to kick some xenophobic ass either. | ||
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| + | Ah, there she was. Seven hells, Otto wanted to talk up Phosphorus, but every time he seems to make an attempt at forming some sort of a connection, someone gets shot or something blows up. T'was a conspiracy! | ||
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| + | Crazy ideas side, he flashes the other Hellhound a smile, preferring to keep his voice down for now. Armed with a few new tools, Otto kept most of them hidden away, though he was eager to put them to the test. So... why not tempt fate again?! | ||
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| + | He rises from his chair and quietly makes his way towards the red panda woman, clears his throat and greets with a simple, nonchalant and honest "Hello, there."</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris does not look up from his book, but discreetly raises a cookie high above his head toward Edel. "I am listening," the tanuki says thoughtfully, "Then, maybe I will make a decision. Or maybe I will wait some more."</div><br> <br><div title="Cameron">Cameron reached into her hoodie pouch, a smile on her face as she felt the freshly printed cards in her hand. Her gaze looking out over those who hand arrived in the room, giving each agent a curious looking over. Pondering who and why each and everyone was here. And wondering if she might be able to recruit any to G.E.M. Should be some potential recruits here if crafters had decided to join right? For now however she elected to stay by the wall, wondering where this meeting might go, and mostly to stay out of everyone's way as she was likely the shortest in the room.</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus grins as he spoes Otto taking a seat nearby and Narwen tries to find somewhere to sit. He shakes his head as Narwen is shooed off. He momentarily glances at those who shoo at him then shakes his head and sighs. He skips one seat to the side so as to be seated closer to Otto. "Hi Otto. Here for the politicing?" he asks, slightly amused at the question.</div><br> <br><div title="Edel">"Perhaps. In the end, I will do whatever I please, as usual," Edel says, a tentacle slithering out of her robe to claim the cookie, before snaking back up to deliver it into the dog girl's waiting hand, before the tendril returns to non-existence. "Should be interesting, at the very least." She bobs her paws lightly in the air.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">"Fuck politics. I'm here to see if I can sell a few guns." Otto huffs under his breath. "That and I am eager to get my knuckles bloodied on some xenophobic skulls. You should have seen what those cunts did to one of my friends..." the hound shakes his head and growls deeply, recalling the event. | ||
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| + | "I'll leave the uh... whatchamagallit, negotiations, or whatever... to you. That's your schtick anyway, and I'm not looking to step on your toes. Not like I can anyway. I don't know any of that political gobiltygook." Otto shrugs idly and sighs softly, before turning his attention towards Phosphorus once more.</div><br> <br><div title="Narwen">Narwen hurriedly shuffles into place -- and waits. When it becomes clear that nothing's going to happen for a while, he shrugs off his pack and stands up again, stretching out, and looks more carefully at the panel and audience. He sees a few faces that he recognises and nods to them. For Edel he flashes a grin and waves a forepaw, mouthing "hallo". Or possibly "artshow".</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus nods and grins a little at the response his friend gave. He replies, "I'm hopin' to turn some of this talking into skull crushing. I haven't seen it but they've caused enough trouble." quietly enough that his voice shouldn't carry much further than Otto</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris munches a cookie of his own, continuing to pore over his book. "If we are being honest," he says, "I was just sort of hoping there would be t-shirts or something. Or drinks. Drinks might be nice." He holds up a colorful photo of a man playing a large drum in a traditional costume. "What do you think of that one?" he asks.</div> | ||
Revision as of 01:05, 17 February 2018
Participants
- Aaron
- Agent-dark
- Cameron
- Ebreus
- Edel
- Fenris
- Firecracker
- Kelly-imber
- Miru
- Naiko
- Narwen
- Otto
- Phosphorus
- Vari
Date
16/2/2018
Log
Today, a meeting was scheduled in the Library. The skunkettes who live here never had many visitors before, and certainly not a big group armed fighters. Needless to say it was surprising that Sabella managed to talk them into giving him the library for the day.
It was a bit early right now, but that did not stop a stream of individuals from arriving and taking their seats. The table was currently occupied by Dr. Long and a couple others influential militia leaders. Sitting next to Dr. Long was an adorable kemo-usagi boi clad in a military uniform, awww he is playing at being a soldier as well, and the seat next to this rabbit is empty, presumably for Sabella himself.
The rows of seats next to the tables were filled a bit more, with the RSX delegation reserving a corner in the front for themselves. There is even a single Prommie master with two handlers there. Zephyr on the other hand did not bring anyone, not even an offer to sell weapons, odd.Standing away from the seats themselves was a certain kemo-okami that a number of citizens in Fairhaven would recognize. Miru had set up a nice little corner for herself, away from the direct action. Her little drone was on the ground currently, but it's lens were still active and filming.
The leader of the K9 arrived at the scene as well, and the kemo-kitsune walked straight to the table. Vari gave Miru a small nod and a smile on the way there. Then she took a seat next to the empty seat that would probably be for Mr. Sabella, and waited. She looked around, trying to figure out who all of the people were, and if she recognized any dangers. Then again, once more she was prepared.
Ebreus arrives early to the meering in his Hellhound form wearing his formal suit. He strides confidently to the front of the meetingplace. He takes one of the empty seats in the front row. He takes note of those who are already present and who is not as he waits.
It was a beautiful, dull, sully day... but for one jackal it would be a calm one. Thank the stars for that as well, Otto was not feeling so hot, or rather his arm wasn't. Bandaged to hell and stained crimson, the wounds thereupon were definitely not old, nor were they light if actual bandaging was needed in this age of nigh-instant healing. Still, the hound carried himself with a wide stride and a smile on his face, a light bounce to his step and a song in his heart. What discomfort he harbored was put aside, aches and whines fruitless in his mind, while the meeting he was headed to seemed quite interesting indeed...
So, they were looking for craftsment and soldiers, free fighters against the oncoming scourge that was the Old World Order? Snarling silently under his breath as he remembers certain events that'd pushed the hound to resent the Order, Otto steps into the room and surveys the area. His gaze wanders over the mutants present, spotting a few familar faces for now, though not many... Stepping towards one of the front row chairs, he plants his fuzzy arse down upon it and leans back, then crosses his arms and awaits the first signs of activity.
Phosphorus showed up in uniform -- relatively unarmed, it seems, but the last time there was a meeting like this, Phos had demonstrated what sorts of things she's hiding in the rucksack. She was largely here to protect the event, with little interest in the politicking that would surely happen over the following few hours. She offers a nod to the rest of Vari, Long, and the rest as she takes a set at the table, folding her hands up and resting them in her lap.
Cameron entered the room, though she was very quick to move to the side of the door to avoid getting in everyone's way. The kemo kitty taking a moment to look about the reserved room, her eyes and fingers gracefully flitting from book spine to spine. And silently hoping the books she touched didn't just poof into a cloud of nanite eaten dust. Though her attention is only given to them for a few long moments before it is once more upon the gathering mutants at the table. Her gaze getting a little curious as it flitted over the broken computers. The cat tempted to take one home to fiddle with, almost. Instead she moved slowly towards the front of the room along the wall. Still trying to keep out of everyone's way. The kitty against the RSX wall, seeming to wish to stand, though mostly so she could get a better look to see what was happening at the table.
Edel was no stranger to the library, after all, she was an affiliate of the crafting branch here. She was not, however, affiliated with any of the other groups present at the meeting. She represented her own interests, and was seated accordingly- Wherever she darn well pleased, and that changed from time to time. Presently, it was perched atop a tall shelf, keeping a clear view over just about everything.
Agent-dark was running a little bit late today. He knew nothing about this old world order buisness he just saw it, as another job. After a few day of bad luck that made him feel like shit all over again. He took job, after job, after job, just try to get what happened off his mind. When he arrived at the lobby. He walked over and sat in one of the many couches in the room and waited for breifing. He tried to do that quietly, so maybe no one would notice he's late.
Fenris is dressed in the yellow and orange robes of a buddhist monk, with heavy prayer beads on his wrists and around his thick neck.
The burly tanuki has seated himself on the floor, leaning against a convenient bookshelf beneath Edel's perch. While he is armed with both a sword and a short spear, it looks more like he just happened to be in the library than that he was here for any meeting. He seems to be perusing a book about traditional Chinese costumes. And hiding a bag of cookies behind a stack of similar books so the librarians don't catch him.
The wreck of an agent that was Naiko walked into the library lightly armored this time. Her drones, as usual, would accompany her inside. Craftsmen. Sure, she was associated with Zephyr, but the Order really got to her that last time.
She looked tired, weary and perhaps a little battered. Nevertheless, noticing the familiar faces around, she gently nodded towards them before planting herself down on the nearest front row chair.
Narwen wanders in a couple of minutes late and looking somewhat harried, catching dirty looks from the library skunks. He peers up and down the dense rows of chairs, shakes his head, and pads right to the front, standing on all fours in the middle of the aisle from where he has a fine view, tail arched up comfortably. This lasts about ten seconds before the people behind start poking and shooing at him. He settles down on the floor; the grumbling intensifies. Eventually he is waved off to the side of the room where he is only slightly in the way.
Kelly-imber was laying on one of the couches, sipping a cup of coffee. She had arrived about 2 hours ago to meet a friend for coffee. She was a little drowsy, because she stayed up all night the night prior, as she was the one that had watch duty for rsx. The poor shark girl could just about fall asleep on the very couch, she was sitting on.
Agent-dark was running a little bit late today. He knew nothing about this old world order buisness he just saw it, as another job. After a few day of bad luck that made him feel like shit all over again. He took job, after job, after job, just try to get what happened off his mind. When he arrived at the lobby. He walked over and sat in one of the many couches in the room and waited for breifing. He tried to do that quietly, so maybe no one would notice he's late.
Agent-dark was running a little bit late today. He knew nothing about this old world order buisness he just saw it, as another job. After a few day of bad luck that made him feel like shit all over again. He took job, after job, after job, just try to get what happened off his mind. When he arrived at the libary. He walked over and sat in one of the many chairs in the room and waited for breifing. He tried to do that quietly, so maybe no one would notice he's late.
Kelly-imber was laying on two of the multitude of chairs, sipping a cup of coffee. She had arrived about 2 hours ago to meet a friend for coffee. She was a little drowsy, because she stayed up all night the night prior, as she was the one that had watch duty for rsx. The poor shark girl could just about fall asleep on the very couch, she was sitting on.
Kelly-imber was laying on two of the multitude of chairs, sipping a cup of coffee. She had arrived about 2 hours ago to meet a friend for coffee. She was a little drowsy, because she stayed up all night the night prior, as she was the one that had watch duty for rsx. The poor shark girl could just about fall asleep on the very chair, she was sitting on.
Things were picking up now as more and more agents arrived, and settled into their seats. Only a few corrections were made in the seating arrangement, especially when a certain skunk barged in and blocked everyone's view.
As most of the invited guests arrived, some guards were sent to the main entrance to stem the tide and ensure that no curious souls wandered into the library right now.
There was a bit of increased now as various groups talked among themselves in preparation for the main event.Edel leans forward, legs folded, an arm on her leg, and her chin in her hand. It was a very lazy and relaxed posture, for someone dressed in regal silks like a court lady from ages past, in lands far from here. "I still do not know what I am going to do," she muses aloud to herself.
Vari still looked over the people that arrived, and the guards that were guarding the library. She herself had officers positioned in the vicinity as well. It wouldn't befit the Leader of the K9 to come without security measures herself. She leaned towards the Panda sitting next to her, and whispered something to her, still waiting for the actual host to show up.
The hound surveys the scene, his eyes darting from here to there as he takes in the various new arrivals. Seems he wasn't the only one curious to know about these things, nor was he the only one eager to kick some xenophobic ass either.
Ah, there she was. Seven hells, Otto wanted to talk up Phosphorus, but every time he seems to make an attempt at forming some sort of a connection, someone gets shot or something blows up. T'was a conspiracy!
Crazy ideas side, he flashes the other Hellhound a smile, preferring to keep his voice down for now. Armed with a few new tools, Otto kept most of them hidden away, though he was eager to put them to the test. So... why not tempt fate again?!
He rises from his chair and quietly makes his way towards the red panda woman, clears his throat and greets with a simple, nonchalant and honest "Hello, there."Fenris does not look up from his book, but discreetly raises a cookie high above his head toward Edel. "I am listening," the tanuki says thoughtfully, "Then, maybe I will make a decision. Or maybe I will wait some more."
Cameron reached into her hoodie pouch, a smile on her face as she felt the freshly printed cards in her hand. Her gaze looking out over those who hand arrived in the room, giving each agent a curious looking over. Pondering who and why each and everyone was here. And wondering if she might be able to recruit any to G.E.M. Should be some potential recruits here if crafters had decided to join right? For now however she elected to stay by the wall, wondering where this meeting might go, and mostly to stay out of everyone's way as she was likely the shortest in the room.
Ebreus grins as he spoes Otto taking a seat nearby and Narwen tries to find somewhere to sit. He shakes his head as Narwen is shooed off. He momentarily glances at those who shoo at him then shakes his head and sighs. He skips one seat to the side so as to be seated closer to Otto. "Hi Otto. Here for the politicing?" he asks, slightly amused at the question.
"Perhaps. In the end, I will do whatever I please, as usual," Edel says, a tentacle slithering out of her robe to claim the cookie, before snaking back up to deliver it into the dog girl's waiting hand, before the tendril returns to non-existence. "Should be interesting, at the very least." She bobs her paws lightly in the air.
"Fuck politics. I'm here to see if I can sell a few guns." Otto huffs under his breath. "That and I am eager to get my knuckles bloodied on some xenophobic skulls. You should have seen what those cunts did to one of my friends..." the hound shakes his head and growls deeply, recalling the event.
"I'll leave the uh... whatchamagallit, negotiations, or whatever... to you. That's your schtick anyway, and I'm not looking to step on your toes. Not like I can anyway. I don't know any of that political gobiltygook." Otto shrugs idly and sighs softly, before turning his attention towards Phosphorus once more.
Narwen hurriedly shuffles into place -- and waits. When it becomes clear that nothing's going to happen for a while, he shrugs off his pack and stands up again, stretching out, and looks more carefully at the panel and audience. He sees a few faces that he recognises and nods to them. For Edel he flashes a grin and waves a forepaw, mouthing "hallo". Or possibly "artshow".
Ebreus nods and grins a little at the response his friend gave. He replies, "I'm hopin' to turn some of this talking into skull crushing. I haven't seen it but they've caused enough trouble." quietly enough that his voice shouldn't carry much further than Otto
Fenris munches a cookie of his own, continuing to pore over his book. "If we are being honest," he says, "I was just sort of hoping there would be t-shirts or something. Or drinks. Drinks might be nice." He holds up a colorful photo of a man playing a large drum in a traditional costume. "What do you think of that one?" he asks.
