San Diego Act II.D - Diplomatic Mission - RPLOG
Participants
Date
11/5/2016
Log
Edel turns and follows out after Angus. The tanuki wasn't about to let him go off on his own and probably blow himself up! "What're you planning? She asks of the coyote, testing the string on her bow. "Think you've got enough explosives at your disposal to do whatever it is you intend to do?"
Redd follows the Captain outside, after a delay. "Ma'am, if I may ask, could Forkbomb and I meet with what pilots are still sane? If they're not in a form to get in a plane, I can probably fix that for them. Probably." The coyote scratches the back of his neck, as he scans the area. "If you don't believe me... I can demonstrate on a volunteer."
Razz nods To Shirai, Honestly, nto alot I have.. Illusion and Anti-Nanomagics along with vanishing, but reallly, I'm just a Feral, you wnat me to be CAnnon fodder, I'll do it, go run things between two places, fine." he the wolf Shrugs. "I was mothly here to see if I could help the.. err, trade talks-maybe experience something new.. but you want me to make a Giant Illusiary Robot to distrace the kaijus, I'll try my damend hardest.." he rubs his head "so there.. and I'm Razz, by the way." he nods. "I also have Medical nanomagics, if that helps." he adds, as an afterthought.
Angus stops for a moment to turn his attention to Edel, giving a shrug before he smiles. "Cause some shit? What else, besides. I may know a way to take care of the Kaiju situation a lot easier then just shooting now that I think about it." With that he lifts up the bag, letting it rest against his shoulder as he starte heading out into the city, on a good old Kaiju hunt.
Forkbomb just stares out the window. "Electric. Techno. Illusion nanomagics. I'd... Really rather not getting into combat. As previously mentioned, I'm squishy and can usually only really hit center mass." He stares out. "... But I bet you I can get those plane pilots going if their biology is what's causing the issue."
Shirai shrugs, rolling her shoulders as she moves off with Angus. "Fuck it, if we're moving out now we're moving out now. Make sure you keep yourself busy either way. You'll probably have something to do with yourself here or over at the front lines. Make your pick fast." The canine grumbles, taking her rifle and jogging off to make time with the pair already departed.
"And don't screw this up, stage magician." The woman calls over her shoulder to Redd in something of a deadpan, before she addresses Angus directly; "If you have a better idea, make sure it's going to be feasible to set up or let the rest of us know so we can cover for you. I don't care how genius it is, I'm not interested in any one person trying to play the hero. Never ends well and it runs a lot smoother if the rest of us know what you're doing. The transport's back there, so I'm hoping either you missed the memo or you have something else in mind."
The panda ducks over into one of the munitions depots, picking around for the desired explosives. Airplane missiles were usually shuttled around on carts and heavily tied down, so it wouldn't be too much trouble to pull the warhead off one and secure it to the cart. Phosphorus comes out, having done just that, tugging the cart around with some effort and rigging it to one of the humvees. All in decent time. "Right, then. We ought to get going."
"Right, then, I suppose we'd better get at it." Phosphorus eyes the little group deciding to go on a walk, then eyes the humvees, and decides to go with the thing that actually has wheels and moves. It'd probably be better not to waste any energy, when you can, y'know, save it for when you want to be running away from a giant lizard thing. The panda ducks into one of the transport vehicles, into one of the passenger seats, peering at the others on the mission to see what they're going to do.
Captian Cranston sighs, shaking her head. "You'll have to explain what the hell nanomagic is after this whole mess." She grumbles, walking over to the only HMMWV that didn't have a machine mounted on it, and pulled out a handset. The rest of the Marines chuckle at the silliness that was teh group. One however, sighs. "MOUNT UP MARINES!" He barks out (literally, barks. Hellhound), getting those present that weren't the captain to move and get things running. "Yankers, Jackson! You boys get to the flightline. See if you can't help missy there turn a bomb or ten into something usable!" The Hellhound in charge states, pointing to Phospherous. McGregor smirks. "Hey Boyos, you wanna help the pilots actually be able to fly, right? Well, sounds like we get to go say hai to the Navy." She says, clapping Redd and Forkbomb on the shoulders and leading them towards teh Blackhawk. As the rest get into their humvees, and make sure to pick up the others, one vehicle with the Promethean diplomat to help the Marine pilots who were apparently still feral, the quickly assembled convoy rolled out.
One of hte MArines in the Hummvee with Angus fiddles with something on their gear for a moment, before offering it back to the 'yote in the back. "Last pack of Malboro's I've found. Your's to make up for us jacking yours back then." She says, her head and body focused on the road ahead of them. The engine doesn't sound overly happy about the state it's in, but that's likely because of hte nanite degregation. "Fucking weapon screwing up anything more complex than a damned rifle..." The driver said, slamming his fist into the speedometer a couple of times, before huffing. "Who the fuck makes a damned weapon that turns people into other things and eats away at electronics and shit?" He growled.
As the RSX Blackahwk lifted off the 'pad', Hernandize looked back at the pair. "So, I'm gonna guess ONE of you has the whole shapechanging gig? Cause sounded like those pilots were blacking out from G-Forces. And since navy birds are launched via catapults off hte deck, they hit some pretty high G's for a short runway."
"Well, you know we're riding there, right?" Edel says to Angus, raising her brow. "We should probably go back to catch the ride!" Of course, it's not long before the ride catches -them- and she mounts up in the humvee. "And I have no idea, but it's awful, isn't it? Life would be so much better if I could still have a working game console and a television, let me tell you. The days get boring sometimes back in the city!"
Forkbomb folds his lips back into his mouth for a moment. He then points at Edel. "Remind me to show you something when we get back to Fairhaven, Edel." He then points at the good Captain. "Not sure if it's under corporate NDA or not. But I can show you if the jets have something wrong with them!"
"I do, I've been doing it so long it's basically second nature now. Seven years. Not that it matters too much." Redd shrugs, "I'm assuming they'll want human, mostly, unless they've modified all the oxygen masks and helmets." The coyote watches the trucks drive off, his mind apparently distracted by Coyote only knows what.
