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Meet the Bolded K Crew - RPLOG

2020-03-25T14:45:23Z

Arris: Removing my pose mistakes made during the RP.

=Participants=
* [[Arris]]
* [[Bleu]]
* [[Isabelle]]
* [[Kamryn]]
* [[Richard]]
=Date=
25/3/2020
=Log=
<div></div><br> <br><div title="Arris">The day is hot for a spring day in California, but for a spring day in Arizona, it's mild; the sun bears down on the agents as the back of the tarp-covered transport is opened to fresh air. Visible from the back of the truck is the similarly covered vehicle, from which a Promethean-jumpsuited orca lowers a ramp and allows horses to climb off its back.

The agents don't recieve much time before they're greeted by a man dressed in a smart casual shirt and pants; from his robotic helmet and the metallic gloves, he's identifiable as Tim -- the Zephyr official that the agents would expect to see at the settlement. "Alright, folks, up an at 'em." With one hand, he gestures for everyone to step off the transport, fingering at something on his hip with the other. "Just as a reminder, we're giving you some time to acclimate to the area and meet some of the folks you might be seeing regularly around here in the future. If any of you haave any questions, ask 'em now, before I go off shift." Something gets muttered under his breath, difficult to hear from a distance.</div><br> <br><div title="Isabelle">Isabelle looks at the Zephyr official. "Classification: Zephyr Official Identity: Tim Purpose: Query Receiver". The small Giant Robot scan's the area for points of interest and resources.</div><br> <br><div title="Richard">One of the agents disembarking the truck is clad in a hood and traveling leathers. He removes the hood to reveal... another hood! A cobra hood, specifically. He flicks his tongue and looks about curiously as he slithers off of the truck. Unlike some snake-morphs, he has four limbs. All four of those limbs are arms. "All right," he says to Tim, wringing both pairs of his hands together, "What's the basic lay of the land here? Any specific people or places to look for?"</div><br> <br><div title="Kamryn"> A shiny looking snow leopard steps off the truck next, made a little more shiny than usual by a small amount of sweat from the heat. Stepping out into the sunshine she wipes her brow and pulls a pair of sunglasses out of her bag to put then on, wondering how practical it would be to add a cooling bodysuit under her armour. "Greetings" she says to the Zephyr contact waiting for them, remaining polite despite having overheard his muttering. She nods in agreement with the cobra. "Yeah, any medical personnel in particular that I can liase with"</div><br> <br><div title="Arris">Tim seems to ignore Isabelle's scan, besides an unimpressed quirk of one of his LED display eyebrows. "Besides the setup we have right now? Dust, dirt, gravel, and sand, all directions. I hear cactus number 1513 is a lovely tourist attraction." As Tim speaks, one hand reaches for the steel on his hip, drawing it, and lifting its nozzle to his mouthpiece for a long swig. How's he drinking through that flask through the fabric? "People, on the other hand, I bet you'd want to meet up with the settlement's current leader. She might be in the saloon, but it's not well-populated right now, so her and most of her folk must have gone out to the farms north of here." Having answered what he'd consider the most relevant question so far, he then turns to Kamryn. "As for medical personnel, they're all on duty. You're free to take a shift if you want, but don't bug them." Raising his free hand, he points in the direction of a small medical tent with a red cross painted onto its green surface.

Taking a look around, the settlement of New Hope has been bordered by concrete walls, currently unfinished. Zephyr construction workers are working left, right, and centre, seeking to set up multiple wood-and-brick buildings, the current purpose of which is unclear. At the centre of the town is what appears to be a pre-P-Day building, once a gas station stop, its roofed pumps now used as a horse corral. Beyond the shaded resting spot, a duster-coated figure stands, coattails riding the wind -- and hat threatening to do so as well, until their hand reaches up to secure it down.</div><br> <br><div title="Isabelle">Isabelle waits passively until Tim finishes speaking. "Input received. Processing... Mission: Repair Carbon-Based Lifeforms." Isabelle proceeds to the medical tent in a robotic fashion.</div><br> <br><div title="Richard">Richard snakily snarks, "1513 is overrated. The spinesss on 1438 are way better." With his hands on his 'hips' and his other set of arms crossed, he takes a look around. "No wonder they wanted volunteers. There's jack shit out here, and Jack might not be in today." He points to the two... make that one agent still alongside him and says, "I'm going to go try tracking down whoever's in charge here. I'll try and meet you at the medical tent as soon as I find them... get yourself inside, that mutation isn't made for heat like this." He silently hopes that the normal-sized Giant Robot isn't going to go Asimov on somebody, and turns back to Tim. "That isn't her over there by the gas station, is it?"</div><br> <br><div title="Kamryn"> Watching the robot head for the medical tent Kamryn remarks "Well since our companion seems to have medical matters in hand for the time being, I think the saloon sounds like a good place to start. See if the boss of this place is around before we head further out". She reaches out to put her hand on one of the snake man's shoulders, pausing briefly then adding "Don't worry - I'm sturdier than I look - this isn't exactly my favourite weather but I brought plenty of water, and it's just making me a little more flexible right now. What do you say? Want to stick together, or explore on your own?". She glances over at the appropriately western-attired figure as the other agent draws attention to him, also curious about who they are.</div><br> <br><div title="Arris">As the agents looked like they were going off to do their own things, Tim turns away as if to handle his own business as well -- at which point, he stops on the spot and gives Richard a look that suggested he was starting to get impatient. "No. A green lizard. This tall." He gestures vaguely under his chest for a height about four feet off the ground. "If you really need to meet her, her and the other folks will be here for a lunch break, coming up soon."</div><br> <br><div title="Arris">Within the medical tent, shielded from the sun on all sides with the green tarp, the doctors in question seem to be idle, at best giving Isabelle a curious stare. And then suddenly, shouting, scrambling, and instructions for the robot to "get out of the way"; one of the doctors coming in from outside was leading a worker with a bad burn on is hand into the tent. Judging from his welder's mask, it's easy to piece together what accident happened.</div><br> <br><div title="Isabelle">Isabelle moves to the side and enters scan mode. "Analysis: Carbon exterior heated beyond recommended safety limit leading to charred exterior. Referred to as "Third Degree Burn". Query: Is this unit priority one in the triage queue?" Proceeds to move towards man to initiate repairs.</div><br> <br><div title="Richard">Richard looks mildly startled by the touch on his shoulder, giving the latex leopardess an odd look. Huh. Didn't notice that collar earlier. "You know Kar, huh? Might as well stick togethe-" Someone rushes an injured person to the medical tent right before he finishes that sentence, with a reasonable amount of ruckus accompanying them. "Actually, I'll let you make that call." With Tim at the end of his Zephyr-funded patience, Richard decides to join that mysterious stranger in their shady spot and keep an eye out for this little lizard. Keeping a decent distance from the dudette in the duster, he asks them, "You from around these parts?"</div><br> <br><div title="Kamryn"> "Yeah, Kar and I have been mates for quite a while now. Clearly I still haven't met everyone he's involved with though" Kamryn says with a grin just before the burnt welder arrives. Quickly jogging over to the medical tent, she stops on seeing the number of staff just standing around waiting to treat him. Between that and being able to tell even from a distance that it was an easily treatable burn, she nodded to herself, heading back outside since she's not needed and heading over to rejoin Richard and the stranger, waiting for their response to his greeting.</div><br> <br><div title="Arris">The medical staff on hand are ignorant of Isabelle's astute observation, and her general presence for the most part until she occupies the space near the stretcher that the patient was being laid out on. "Hey, Jerry, can you get the isopropyl for me?" "Sure, I -- hey, can you please get out of the way?" This doctor -- of vaguely canine appearance -- is starting to look a little peeved at the robot. "If you're trying to help out, come back when we have more patients than medical staff. Right now, our 'patients' is running thin with you."

The stranger lifts her head -- at close up, Richard can tell that she was female, though with a bulkier shape than might be expected -- and eyes Richard. "I've been livin' in these parts longer than any y'all have been. And I gotta tell ya..." Her eyes squint a little tighter as her head tilts to the side. "I ain't so sure about you folk making this town less wild than it already is."

A tense, perhaps overly-dramatic pause ensues. "...but it's alright! All the folks come here for safety, anyhow. And I got a cool new custom gun made for me!" Any sense of tension drops like it's been cut to pieces as the mecha shark excitedly -- but, slowly -- pulls out her revolver, holding it by the body instead of the grip. "See, lookit this! Custom made, with all these neat lil' details all over it." Those crosshair eyes of hers are starting to sparkle with enthusiasm.</div><br> <br><div title="Isabelle">Isabelle processes the new information. "Order acknowledged. Going into "Standby Mode"." The robot walks five feet outside of the medical tent, turns to face the enterance, and stands still in "Standby Mode".</div><br> <br><div title="Richard">"You saw the truck I fell off of," Richard says, splitting the silence as the hand on his hip tenses, ready to draw. God, that'd be a heck of a way to go. This place has a nanite server, right? They said it did. "I'm on the dime of someone who wants the wildest thing about this place to be your world-famous cactus collection."

She draws slow and easy, with a friendly show-and-tell. "Fancy..." Richard says, nodding and slowly retrieving a couple from his own collection. A semi-auto pistol with a supressor, and a compact pump-action. "I'm more of a function over form sort just to cut down on the time I spend keeping them in good condition, but you're holding a piece of art. What's your name? And now that I think of it, what's the mayor's? Big Z didn't see fit to fill me in on that."</div><br> <br><div title="Kamryn"> Kamryn glances back as the robotic medic returns, assuming the burn patient had been dealt with as necessary. The stranger's tone puts her on edge for a moment, until she reveals her enthusiasm and excitedly shows the pair her custom gun. Relaxing, she examines the pistol appreciatively. "Energy weapons are more my thing" she says, tapping the rifle slung over her shoulder, "but that does look like a decent bit of kit you have there". She extends a hand in greeting after Richard speaks, adding "I'm Kamryn. Nice place you've got here, if a little... spartan... at the moment"</div><br> <br><div title="Arris">"I ain't too big on the ones with magazines, nor the 'lazer' kinds. Not my type, truth be told." The gun is twirled before it gets pouched in leather once more, the shark's right hand extending after to take Kamryn's. "You both can call me Martina. As for the mayor... well, she don't like bein' called mayor, but her name's Gillian. You have urgent business with her or somethin'? She should be rolling in after a couple of minutes, since..." Martina checks her wrist, pulling up the sleeve around a suprrisingly intact watch. "... it's high noon now, so she should be coming anytime soon. Why don't you folk rest yourselves with a lager inside?" Unleaning from the wall, she walks over and pulls open the once-automatic glass sliding door."</div><br> <br><div title="Arris">Outside the medical tent, Zephyr workers come and go, but for now, it seems there aren't any immediate emergencies.</div><br> <br><div title="Isabelle">Isabelle is caught in a loop and is on standby until the counter that represents the number of patients is greater than the number of medical staff within the medical tent. The robot is stuck in "Standby Mode", staring at the opening of the tent and the people inside.</div><br> <br><div title="Richard">Richard gives a quick once-over of Kamryn's laser. He cringes. "Ooh. You're not gonna want to see how far I put function over form for my RASER rifle." ...Did he slur that? "Looks like modern art made out of the inside of a microwave." He holsters his pistol and shakes Martina's hand simultaneously. "Pleasure to meet you, miss. We were told she's the one to look for if we want to find something to help with. You're a close second, by the looks of it." He slides along behind her as she moves to enter the gas station, but looks back to see that the synthetic and tentacled member of the crew seems... stuck. "Uh, be right along with you. I've got someone to attend to." Shotgun hanging limply at his side, held at its balance point in the middle rather than either of the grips, he approaches the befuddled 'bot. "C'mon, we'll find something else to do. Follow me," he says, waving for her to come along back to the meeting that's due to begin.</div><br> <br><div title="Kamryn"> "A drink does sound pretty good if we've got a little time" Kamryn says, following the roboshark towards the door. "So, what's this Gillian like? Friendly and charismatic sort of leader or...". She briefly glances over to Tim. "...not?"</div><br> <br><div title="Arris">The inside of the saloon proves homely; had it not been for the cooler doors, fluorescent lights, and the front-register-turned-bar, it might have fooled anyone who lacked knowledge of the old west into thinking that it was an actual saloon. Some construction workers -- identifiable by their hard hats and logo-emblazened jumpsuits -- have congregated around a table, playing a game of hold 'em poker. The bar isn't attended at the present, unless one counts the pigeon nesting at the edge of the bar, or the lady sitting in front of it near said bird.

"Ma's a good leader. She ain't the type of person to sit on a throne and let everyone do things for her." Martina's the last one to enter the saloon, waiting for Isabelle and Richard to enter first. "Most folk around here hold 'er in strong regards. Why do you ask?"</div><br> <br><div title="Isabelle">Isabelle is stuck in "Standby Mode" as the robot is stuck in a practical infinite loop, defined by the last doctor with the break out parameter where the number of patients is greater than the number of medical staff. </div><br> <br><div title="Richard">Richard waits for the robot to respond. She doesn't. He frowns. Never did get a chance to go to London, but this is probably what the guards there were like. Now it's probably... some kind of corgi orgy. The less said about that thought process, the better. With a sigh, he slings the shotgun over his shoulder. "Come on. Don't make me turn you on and off again." The less said about the next thought process, the better. "Or I could just turn you on," He says, glancing down to one of her oversized breasts. Pulling out a bottle of ice-cold Power Gator sports drink, he presses it against her almost bottle-sized nipples. If this doesn't get a reaction, he's giving up.</div><br> <br><div title="Kamryn"> "Oh no reason in particular" Kamryn says conversationally, "just looking to get to know people out here". She takes a seat at the bar, nodding a subtle greeting to the other patrons as she wonders where Richard and Isabelle have got to, before realising something. "You called her 'Ma' - so the mayor's your mother?" she says to the shark. Grinning, she adds "It's always good to made friends with those who have connections. So, what do you recommend here? Anything in particular, or anything you've got out here we don't have back in Fairhaven?"</div><br> <br><div title="Arris">Martina gives Richard an uncertain glare before walking into the saloon. "That's not how y'all Californians treat all ladyfolk around here, right?" Her voice is hushed a little and directed to Kamryn as she takes a seat, the shark stepping behind the bar to tap out two frothy pints of beer. "And, yup, the mayor's my mum. Most tend to act surprised when they learn it, dunno why though." One of the glasses is slid towards Kamryn, while the other partially disappears behind Martina's lips.</div><br> <br><div title="Isabelle">Isabelle turns to Richard and says, "Generic Greeting: Welcome End User. Query: Do you identify as PATIENT or MEDICAL STAFF? Current Mission: Remain on STANDBY until counter_PATIENT is greater than counter_MEDSTAFF.</div><br> <br><div title="Richard">Not the expected reaction, but A reaction. Progress! Richard didn't hear Martina's protests, so he'll deal with that later. "Oh. Logic error," Richard says, his tongue flicking as he takes that in. Let's see, he's not a doctor, so... "...I am a patient. My name is Richard." That's one... Uh... Shapeshift and hope she buys it? "I am another patient. My name is Rachel." Two. Again. "I am another patient. My name is Roger." Three. Another form. "I am another patient. My name is Susan." Again. And again and again and again. He ends up as his formerly snaky self at the end of it. "I... whew... all of us require ongoing treatment for exhaustion. Please stay with me- US as we go about our business."</div><br> <br><div title="Kamryn"> Kamryn accepts the beer, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Not only the mayor's daughter but the local barkeep too - you must certainly be popular". In reference to Martina's comment, she adds "I guess it's always interesting to meet people with power, there aren't all that many about these days". She takes a swig of her drink, looking pleasantly surprised at the taste. "Now that's definitely refreshing on a day like this. How much do I owe you?". Before Martina can reply though, Kamryn's comm chirps as she receives a call. She looks at the screen to see who's calling then looks back up to the shark woman. "Oh, sorry, I'm going to have to get this - work stuff. Hopefully it won't take long". With that, she gets up and steps off to a quiet and empty corner of the saloon to attend to the call in private.</div><br> <br><div title="Arris">As the snep leaves, Martina raises her hand to touch the brim of her hat. "You do you, pretty lady." As she departs, the shark turns to the cat lady sitting at the end of the bar; "Need me to refill that, Rosa?"</div><br> <br><div title="Isabelle">Isabelle walks with the collective patients/Richards. "Query: What is the nature of the medical emergency PATIENT Richard? Query: What is the nature of the medical emergency PATIENT Rachel? Query: What is the nature of the medical emergency PATIENT Roger? Query: What is the nature of the medical emergency PATIENT Susan? Query: What is the..." The robot continues down the array of patients to fill in their stats and medical issues.</div><br> <br><div title="Richard">Richard leads the rused robot back into the bar/gas station/saloon and takes a seat right in front of Martina. Metaphorically. It's more like he coils up on top of himself. "Horribly, horribly sorry about that, ma'am," he says to the shark sheriff. "She was absolutely, stock-still locked up out there. Had to do something." He wearily unslings his shotgun and puts it on the bar, handle towards her. "Here. I was meaning to give this to you," he announces, his tone becoming a bit less tired, "Courtesy of Alice's gun shop in Fairhaven. She's got good suppliers and a great selection of six-shooters. Do you have a pen I can borrow?" Assuming she does, he scribbles out directions on a napkin, and an oddly specific instruction to call Alice a 'chubby bunny' if she doesn't open up shop. "Anyway, is Gillian here?"</div><br> <br><div title="Bleu">Right about then a handsome fox boy wanders in through the front door. He looks like a tourist, and he's carrying three bags of tchotchkes and soveniers. "Rich, Duuuuuude. There's this guy out there that set up a table by the side of the road, selling ALL KINDS of cool trinkets. Look at this adorable chihuahua bobble head! And this "Soccer Moms From Arizona Are Easy" keychain! Isn't it just adorable!"</div><br> <br><div title="Arris">At the mention of guns, Martina easily fishes out a marker for Richard to write with and watches him scribble down a list of directions to follow... and, right in the middle of it, the fox boy enters, announcing the presence of useless souvenir trinkets. Her attention becomes divided thusly, and once it looked like Richard was finished, Martina is perhaps overeager to pick up the paper. "OkaythankyouforthedirectionsIgottagothey'resellingsouvenirsBYE!!" And with that, she's out. Does the vendor accept physical money instead of freecred, even?</div><br> <br><div title="Arris">"Oh, that Martina." The feline sitting at the end of the bar chuckles lightly, covering her mouth with the hand not holding her drink. "Gillian should be dropping by soon. If it's urgent, you could probably ride on out to meet her." After a short swig of her drink, she adjusts her seating lightly. "Did you need something, mister..?"</div><br> <br><div title="Isabelle">Isabelle walks into the saloon with the Richards leading. "All PATIENTS operating within normal parameters. Was there another emergency you wish to address?" The robot stands still and off to the side of the room to patiently await orders.</div><br> <br><div title="Richard">Richard literally bends over backwards at the bar (as snakes do) before twisting around and righting himself. "Huh? Oh, hi Bleu. I-" Martina practically vaults the bar in the middle of that, completely breaking his train of thought. "Well, consider the local economy stimulated. Uh..." What can the robot do that keeps her occupied and nearby? "You can... help keep this establishment sanitary? Clean some glasses? I don't know, ask someone who works here." He leans back against the bar and tastes the air for a moment before the cat addresses him. "Mr. Stanley. Call me Richard. Whatever your favorite decaf soft drink is." He slides the gun towards her. "Martina ran out before she even took this. I think I'll stay and wait so I don't miss the Mayor, myself. Would you please put this away for her somewhere, miss...?"</div><br> <br><div title="Bleu">Bleu makes his way toward his snakey lover, showing off his aforementioned keychain and bobblehead. "I was wandering where you'd got to, Sexy. Leave it to you to find the booze, huh?" The fox's bushy tail wags a little, and he grins, then addresses whomever may be manning the bar, "Gimme a Sasparilla, please..."</div><br> <br><div title="Arris">"Rosa." A lock of the feline's curly hair is thrown over her shoulder. "And, while we're introducing ourselves, Richard, why don't you say hi to the Zephyr folks too, Julian?" A pause follows; with one arm, she nudges the pigeon standing on the countertop, and with the other, places the gun proffered by Richard behind the bar. "No relation to Gillian, besides nationality."

She chuckles, but the bird doesn't find it funny. "I think I would prefer if you didn't try to rope me in on all these greetings." Said nationality becomes clear; Julian's voice is very strongly accented with a northern Italian tone. "I'm dead tired and don't want to do anything, having to run all the way from the farms to here. When are those Zephyr guys gonna install the permanent bubble? I'm sick with anticipation for it!"

While the bird is fuming to himself about his lack of flight, Rosa gestures to the cooler at the back of the bar. "Help yourself, there's at least one bottle of Sarsaparilla back there. I'll keep your tab while Gillian's out.""</div><br> <br><div title="Isabelle">Isabelle walks behind the bar and picks up the bottle of Sarsaparilla. "Mode: Bartender. THERE. YOU. GO. PARTNER. I. HAVEN'T. SEEN. YOU. IN. THESE. NECK. OF. THE. WOODS." The robot proceeds to grab a nearby dishrag and starts wiping down the serving area.</div><br> <br><div title="Richard">"Hey, I'm ordering non-alcoholic," Richard clarifies to his lover. "And I was told this is where I'm supposed to be. Bar-bot, two sasparillas, please." Returning his attention to the locals, he says, "Glad to meet both of y-" That's an accent Richard doesn't hear often. A bit of spaghetti just got injected into this western, and it's severely distracting him from Rosa the saloon girl. Even more distracting is that it's coming from a seemingly bestial pigeon. "Good grief, I hope it's soon. You're not stuck as that, are you?" He spins himself back towards the bar, bracing each of his arms on it as soon as he can reach. "I've got nanite vials on me. You can have them if you need them."</div><br> <br><div title="Bleu">Bleu blinks at Isabelle. Okay, when did this turn into West World? Is the Gunman going to start chasing him down now? He makes his way toward Richard, and tilts his head. "Why are you avoiding liquor? You know I am because of the baby..."</div><br> <br><div title="Arris">"Sadly, no." Julian starts preening himself for a moment. "When I checked in with the Zephyr doctors, they diagnosed me with something called 'ultimate infection resistance', as nonsenical a name that is." The green plumage of his feathers look to threaten to boil red again. "I'm already infected, though! It makes no sense! How can I be resistant to infection if I'm already infected!?" It almost looks like steam's threatening to shoot out of his ears.

Rosa has her head turned away. "Yes, yes, it's very unfortunate..." She's putting on a good show of making it seem like she's not about to burst into tears laughing, but only on her voice.</div><br> <br><div title="Isabelle">Isabelle fetches two more sasparillas and says, "THERE. YOU. GO. PARTNER. WHAT. BRINGS. YOU. HERE. MISTER." The robot robotically leans against the bar and initializes the "Small Talk" subroutine.</div><br> <br><div title="Richard">Richard tells Bleu, "I'd like to be in my right mind when Gillian gets here. Besides, it's been a while since I've had a good root beer." Speaking of soda, he gives a worried glance up at the robot. "...You came here with me. I think you need a software update." He puts aside his sasparilla as soon as he gets it. Julian's plight has really dampened his mood. "Jesus," he mutters. "Sir, if there is anything I can do for you, I will. Name it, and I'll do whatever I can to make it happen."</div><br> <br><div title="Bleu">Bleu eyes the robot with suspicion, but he accepts his drink, and takes a long sip. "And who is this... Jillian, you speak of? Somebody I should know? Why *are* we here, Rich? You just called me up suddenly and suggested this random trip to Arizona, and don't get me wrong, these trinkets are great, but I'm getting kinda bored now..."</div><br> <br><div title="Arris">It takes a moment, but Richard's words eventually register in Julian's mind. "...honestly, all I really want right now is a glass of water." Before Richard or anyone else can fetch it for Julian, though, a new voice interjects. "No need, I can get it for you." Said voice comes from the corner of the room, where a short lizard leans against the back entrance's doorframe.

"Rosa, might I ask first though, why there's a robot-looking lass standing behind the bar?"

"Ah, she was supposed to just get two sarsaparillas." Rosa shrugs. "I guess we never told her to get out from there."

The reptile approaches the robot, resting her hands on her hips. "...well, can you do me a favor and seat yourself at the bar, please?" After waiting for Isabelle to move, the kobold turns to the two agents seated. "Sorry about that. I heard my name a couple of times while I was getting out of my trail clothes. You folks needed me for something?" She then turns to the fox. "Well, besides entertainment. I was assuming you two are hired hands by Zephyr for a job, rather than..." The reptile eyes Bleu a bit longer. "...tourism."</div><br> <br><div title="Isabelle">Isabelle turns off Bartender mode and walks to the other side of the bar and approaches a stool. The normal sized Giant Robot then tries to mount the bar stool in a robotic fashion and stays there motionless to await further orders.</div><br> <br><div title="Richard">Speak of the mayor and she shall appear. "Oh, that must be Gillian," Richard says to Bleu, putting one of his several spare hands across his boyfriend's shoulders. "Sorry this is turning out to be a bit of a drag. I thought I made it clear that this was going to be a /business/ trip." All the more reason not to drink, as this trip is probably the furthest he's been from Fairhaven in the last decade. "So, ma'am, I was sent here to help. Where do you need us?"</div><br> <br><div title="Bleu">Bleu eyes the reptile in return. "Hmm. I don't work for Zephyr," he declares. Then he looks at Richard. "You didn't say it was business. You just said, and I quote, that I 'might have fun.'"</div><br> <br><div title="Arris">"Help?" Gillian gives Richard a quizzical stare. "...we didn't need any help for anything. Did Tim tell you that? If he told you that, then I'm not sure what gave him the idea that we'd need help here for anything.

The original briefing of just 'acclimating to the area and meeting some of the important figureheads of the area' might recur in the minds of both Isabelle and Richard.

"...I mean, if you want to help, I guess we could use a hand sorting through our crop harvest today." She chuckles lightly, picking up a glass from the bar's sink and starting to clean it. "Can't say that it'd be a good use of your undoubtedly valuable skills, though." That glass is finished before too long, and set upon the rack above the bar. "What's life like over in Fairhaven, anyhow? It never occurred to ask that to Tim, and my attempts at small talk tend to get shot down by him anyway."</div><br> <br><div title="Isabelle">Isabelle sits on the stool passively waiting further instructions.</div><br> <br><div title="Richard">"Neither do I," Richard solemnly responds. "I work to help people, and if Zephyr is going to send me out with carte blanche fundi-" Oh. Crap, this is just a glorified day trip. "...WELL," Richard says at length after that, looking at nothing in particular, "I guess I'm just a good Samaritan with bad memory." Maybe the episode with Isabelle, whose name he's realizing he never asked, convinced him that was what he's here for? He shrugs with two arms and offers a handshake to the shorter scaly woman with a third. "Of all the impulses to have, there are definitely worse. Richard Stanley. This is my best friend/boyfriend Bleu, and that's..." He checks his comms to figure out who the ludicrously endowed robot is. Her boobs are spilling partway over the bar, and he never thought to ask who she is. For shame! "...Isabelle. She's probably good for crops sorting. I think she's waiting for something to do." After that handshake, he starts small talking about Fairhaven. "It's getting back to pre P-day life as normal, more or less. Fire deparment and police force are both up and running again... Heck, Bleu and I went to the mall last week and except for the rampant nudism, it's almost like the old days."</div><br> <br><div title="Bleu">Bleu sips his soda, and nods. "Wouldn't be surprised if the whole state of California is back to normal by the end of this decade," he remarks. "Zephyr, love 'em or hate 'em, are actually doing a decent job cleaning up shit."</div><br> <br><div title="Kamryn"> Returning from the quiet corner, the snow leopard retakes her seat at the bar by her drink with a nod to the others and introduces herself to the new arrival. "Hi there, you must be Gillian. I'm Kamryn, here with these too as well" she says, indicating the snake and robot. "Sorry, had something I needed to attend to. What'd I miss?"</div><br> <br><div title="Arris">"What's a boyfriend if not the best friend?" Gillian chuckles and shakes Richard's hand, then offers to shake Kamryn's. "Yes, just cacll me Gillian." The bartender 'bold starts quirking an eyebrow at the mention of the exception to daily life. "Rampant nudism?" This one also elicits a chuckle, albeit one closer to a scoff. "Arizona's twice as hot and half as civilized as Fairhaven, I'd bet. And we actually have dress codes here. I suppose that explains your... 'friend's sparse clothing, at least." Still looking at Kamryn, Bleu, and Richard with a smirk of disbelief, she goes on to postulate; "Next you'll tell me that the most dominant religion in the states isn't worshipped anymore, in California."</div><br> <br><div title="Isabelle">Isabelle reaches the sufficient amount of time to idle and run DIAGNOSTIC mode.</div><br> <br><div title="Richard">"And they should be! It's their mess!" Richard says, patting Bleu on the shoulder. "But yeah, aside from all the mutation and such, it's close to being normal." Oh, Kamryn came back over. "You didn't miss too much. I've been trying to find something for Isabelle to do... Oh, and this is Julian. Not to be confused with Gillian." He pops the top off of his sasparilla and turns back towards the bartender. "Religion? That's a tough one. We've got a church there, but I don't know enough to say anything about attendance..." The hand gripping his bottle points at Gillian. "That said, the extraplanar research center has a portal to the gates of heaven. You'll get run off by angels before you get close, but even with all of the other gods trying to curry favor around Fairhaven I'd say Christianity's not going anywhere." With that done, he takes a sip of his bottle. "...I assume that's the one you meant."</div><br> <br><div title="Bleu">Bleu's tail wags a little more. "Oh, umm... Am I violating a dress code?" he asks, totally oblivious. "Richarrrd... Cover me..." He blushes, though his red fur hides it. "I'm really sorry, I had no idea..."</div><br> <br><div title="Kamryn"> Kamryn perks up at the mention of dress codes. "Ah, finally somewhere that I'm not the odd one for liking wearing clothes" she chuckles. Taking another swig of her beer, she raises the glass in greeting to Julian the pigeon, giving him a friendly smile. "Bleu!" she exclaims, finally realising who the fox is when Richard mentions the name, sparked by the discussion of religion, heaven, and hell. "I didn't recognise you like that - long time no see!"</div><br> <br><div title="Arris">While Richard discusses with Kamryn and Bleu, Gillian pours both herself and Julian a glass of water. One that almost gets spit out by both italians at the mention of an extraplanar portal to Heaven, but both have the sense and taste to not actually spray their mouth water in any direction. They both do, on the other hand, exchange confused, slighlty worried looks. The pigeon speaks up first. "...okay, it was funny the first time, when you said that people walked around naked for no reason, but this is pushing the joke too far." An awkward pause follows before Gillian takes her turn speaking. "You're not wearing pants underneath the bar, are you?"

Rosa, on the other hand, looks like she's having the time of her life, unable to entirely restrain the laughter behind her hand. Her martini has spilled a little, onto the tiled floor.</div><br> <br><div title="Isabelle">Isabelle finishes diagnostics and enters sleep mode.</div><br> <br><div title="Richard">Richard says "I am. Uh, excuse my friend here, he finds clothing uncomfortable." He fishes around in his belongings for a moment before pulling out a set of shorts for Bleu to put on. "I'm being dead serious, though. Put a gun to my head and I'll still tell you that angels chased me away from Heaven - and that Hell has the same layout as Dante Alighieri's book said it does. They let you in as far as the third circle, if you're daring or stupid enough to walk through Limbo." One more sip from his sasparilla. "They even have the 'abandon all hope' sign. I swear on my life. It's not all that hard to believe with the other supernaturals running about, is it?"</div><br> <br><div title="Bleu">Bleu's face is flushed and he looks away awkwardly. "No pants," he replies, then eyes the shorts that Richard apparently brought. "This doesn't have a hole for my tail..." So he tries to put the pair on backwards, in order to use the fly as a tailhole. "You've, ah... Never seen a nude fox before?"</div><br> <br><div title="Kamryn"> Kamryn nods in agreement, draining her glass. "I've not been there myself, but I've definitely heard the stories from people that have" she says before chuckling a little at the embarrassed Bleu. "I'm guessing that's where the Satyric forms originated from too". She turns back to the bar, remembering something she heard earlier. "Somebody mentioned something about setting up a permanent bubble before - I've got a few contacts at Zephyr HQ, I can see if anyone knows anything about it if you like"</div><br> <br><div title="Arris">"Wait a sec, hang on, what are you referring to by 'OTHER' supernaturals?" Gillian has spoke up again, asking Richard after taking a moment to massage her forehead.

Before anyone can elaborate further, the ping of comm units sounds out four times, with Tim's voice following shortly after. "Hello agents, we got a situation out here. One of your fellows is stuck on the transport and can't budge out of the exit, can you come out and lend us a hand, here?"

Rosa glances over at the multiple shiny screens. "You know, I think that everyone here could stand to have a phone. I miss having social media, quite honestly."

Gillian shrugs after. "Well, you heard what Tim has to say. I think it'd be best for you guys to get on it sooner rather than later, eh?"</div><br> <br><div title="Isabelle">Isabelle is still in sleep mode.</div><br> <br><div title="Richard">"No, that's the nanite-formed kind, you can-" Richard fusses over dressing up Bleu. "Nevermind, leave it on for now." Gillian's question comes right at the end of getting Bleu decent again. "The world ended. Higher powers take notice of that sort of thing. The Greco-Roman pantheon, a few Norse gods, some native American ones... it's a mess." he deadpans. "Granted, it's not like they run around out in the open. I've only ever heard of someone seeing a god in person - and that was Dionysus. Bleu, show them your wine trick before we go." He begins to uncoil his substantial length in preparation for departure. "And someone, please wake Isabelle up."</div><br> <br><div title="Kamryn"> Kamryn looks at the immobile robot next to her at the bar, frowning a little. "She being particularly stubborn and rigidly sticking to her form's programming?" she asks Richard, tapping at her comm unit to see if she can link it to Isabelle's robotic systems to reactivate her. "Come on girl..." she mutters as she works, mainly to herself. "I don't like forcibly reprogramming people, but if I can re-establish your free will... besides, we could use your strength to free up whoever's stuck out there..."</div><br> <br><div title="Bleu">Bleu oh, ohs! "Yeah, I worship Dionysus," he declares, then makes a Roman wine decanter appear out of thin air and proceeds to take a long swig from it. "I'm a satyr..."</div>[[Category:RPLogs]]

A Troubled Little Town Called New Hope, Part 3 - RPLOG

2019-09-16T05:45:43Z

Arris:

=Participants=
* [[Arris]]
* [[Magnus]]
* [[Nena]]
* [[Zen]]
* [[Zophah]]
=Date=
Monday September 16, 2019=Log=
<div></div><div title="Arris"><p>Twilight gives way to the dark of night as four riders set out to storm Old Red's hideout, their fifth staying back to escort their informant back to her home in New Hope. Leading the small group, Riley steers their horses through the darkness, their two-hour-long ride spent mostly travelling uphill, passing through the edge of Utting and approaching Harcuvar Peak. There, the insect morph would go offroad and slow down, continuing to climb as they all began to near their destination. </p>
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<p>"Well, there it is." Going prone over the side of the peak, only Riley's antennae can be spotted through the sparse foliage of the desert bush he was hiding behind. A pair of binoculars are passed to the nearest agent as the ant man eyes the house for a bit more. "Well, I've done my part now. You three don't get yourselves killed while staking out the gang, eh?" With that, he parts away from the side of the peak he was looking over and prepares to mount his horse once more.</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>The fox turns a sideways eye towards the ant, then casts it towards his team. "You just gonna let him run off? Suit yersevlves." the fox shakes his head, muttering something about how they had the perfect mole or hostage right here for them to use and letting it go... His attention turns towards the house. "I'd wager I could collapse that thing whole and have this all done in a snap if I had some dynamite. All I got is... nothing. Hard way it is then. If we had some gasoline we could douse the whole place and set it on fire to smoke the scumbags out, but we came by horseback. No fuel either..." </p>
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<p>The fennec squints his eyes and snags the binoculars from whoever had them last, then peers at the structure. "Windows... could have tossed incendiary or cryogenic grenades in there if anyone had those, but..." he'd hand the binoculars and sighs. "Again, nothing. This is the kinda thing I'd do in the city... god damn it. They got a hawk on the roof. Good thing we went at night. If only I had a silenced weapon..." The fennec grumbles "If I can just make my way over there and climb the wall... I'd be able to take him out up-close and personal..."</p></div><div title="Nena"><p>"Don't look at me. Explosives and bombs and firearms aren't my style." Nena watches the building like, well, a tiger stalking prey. "I prefer to be close, myself. We could try to go around and get the drop on him, but I'm not sure what other eyes they might have. I only see the one right now, but there could be more. I've got smoke bombs, but that would be pretty obvious. Might be useful later though."</p></div><div title="Zen"><p> Having followed Riley and the rest to the point overlooking the house where Old Red was supposedly held up, Zen crawls over to get a better look. "Hey, Riley, you what sort of terms were you on with the gang? I heard you say you wanted to get out... but you didn't burn any bridges with them, right?" He says softly with a glance towards the ant-man. With the others discussing their angle of approach, Zen takes the binocs but doesn't have quite as much luck with scoping out the target. "Well, I can't quite out too much from here... so getting closer seems like something we will need to do eventually. "If that hawk you saw up top is their watchman, perhaps we can use something of a diversion to get someone close?" He muses while giving another glance to Riley, "You know, as far as everyone back at the settlement is concerned, you still aided these guys in getting what they wanted. Think you could try and get their focus on you so someone from our team could get up close?"</p></div><div title="Arris"><p>"Hell, if there were any bridges to burn, they'd be made out of sawdust and dirt." As he's addressed, Riley turns away from his horses and back to Zen. "I'm surprised at myself by how long I stuck around the crew. I was never anybody but the new meat to them, and nobody ever came along to bump me up further on the hierarchical totem pole." He's about to continue on to the horses when Zen's request catches him again. "...damn, alright, I might as well. Zophah told me what's what, and I suppose I owe it to Rosa and all the other folks back at the settlement." </p>
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<p>With that, the ant man fetches a flashlight, sits by the ridge for a moment, and then flashes a signal with timed switches of the beam before climbing over the edge of the rock face, starting to approach the cabin.</p></div><div title="Arris"><p>As he departs from the group to approach, all three others can hear him muttering under his breath; "Fucking hell, it's Simon." The figure on the rooftop spreads his wings and glides down to land on the ground, just in front of the cabin's porch.</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>"Perfect. I'm going around the back. If you hear gunfire, it means they've spotted me. I'll have made a distraction for you, use that however you want." the fox nods and rubs his hands together before running off, following the cover the local hills provided. It was the long way around, but he was fast, very fast. Here in the wide open desert-like terrain, Magnus was most at home, his form suggested as much and so did his out of bubble experience. He'd reached a hiding spot behind the house in no time, and peeked over his cover for a moment, scanning for the presence of anyone or anything that might spot him and become a problem. Oh, how he wished he had his comm unit to relay details to his team right now. Unfortunately... the presence of his armor made things a little less... easy than he was used to. As he ducks for cover under one of the bushes there, he startles a raven, the bird fluttering off from its hidey hole... god damn it. He readies his pistol in one hand, and a blade in the other. Whoever wants some will have to come get it.</p></div><div title="Nena"><p>Nena watches Magnus take off, raising her brow. She's in no hurry to follow, nor can she tell of his distress. She stretches out and adjusts her glasses, the city girl tiger not quite as in her element as the fennec, but she would be ready. Ears flick as the raven flies, and she narrows her eyes waiting for a sign. Either the unguarded flank of an investigator or gunfire. Either or.</p></div><div title="Zen"><p> Zen gives a nod to Riley and says, "Don't fret. Consider this a way of redeeming yourself. Would you rather go back as someone who turned tail and ran away... or someone that realized their mistakes and tried to set them right? If I were you... I'd be doing every little thing I could do to get back on the good side of the settlement you'd be going back to." Watching the signal go out, the kitsune takes a moment to commit it to memory. Who knows when that signal might come in use. When the ant started to make his move towards the cabin, Zen looks to Nena and Magnus. Seemed Magnus was going to go on a wide flank and was off before he knew it. "Well... getting multiple angles on the place sounds like a good start. Perhaps I'll try and work my way along the south ridge. If Riley looks like he is in trouble, and you can't seem to get him out of it... Well, we might have to go loud."</p></div><div title="Arris"><p>Simon takes a few steps towards Riley as he approaches the shack. Everyone can see the two during the dimming light, but hearing them is another matter; their speech to each other isn't as easy to hear. It is, however, easy to tell that the gryphon mutant is less than pleased, when Riley gets suddenly pistolwhipped down to the ground and the barrel of Simon's revolver levelled to the ant's face. As if to add emphasis, the gryphon speaks louder; "If you've been playing hooky on every single night you've been on here, I should've killed you on day one, greenhorn. I'll see you in-" </p>
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<p>Simon pauses, his ears twitching at the sound of a raven suddenly getting disrupted from its nest. He squints over towards the ridge, before kicking Riley's gun out of its holster and picking it up for himself. "Stay here, and don't you move a godforsaken inch, or I'll slash out your entrails and leave you for the buzzards." Punctuating himself with another kick to the insectoid's cheek, the gryphon's steps now steadily starting to get louder to Magnus and Zen as they're both approached.</p></div><div title="Arris"><p>As Simon peers over the ridge, he quickly spots both Magnus in his hiding spot and Zen, noticing the latter first. His gun hand sweeps fast, but not fast enough; Zen's arrow lodges right into his shoulder, while Simon's bullet kicks dust from the ground in front of Zen. The gryphon is promptly finished off when Magnus grappling hooks him and knocks him out with a solid punch, more than likely leaving him unconscious while he's left to bleed out. A gunshot is a gunshot, however, and the gryphon's sounds out across the mountains...</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>Zophah comes up behind Nena, worried that she was left behind. And with the sound of a gunshot being heard she hopped down from her horse, pulled down her night-vision goggles over her eyes and drew an arrow on her bow. "Cover me, Nena. I'll sneak up to those rocks over there." She then jogs forward, keeping an eye out for sentries other than the one recently taken down.</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>"Come here, you bitch." Magnus mutters as he is approached, already fuming from how that bloody gryphon up and pistolwhipped their ant teammate. He wanted to do that, damn it! All jokes aside, the fennec flicks his wrist, drawing a small hooked projectile out his left wrist. He aims it right at the incoming gryphon and fires, impaling his pistol-holding arm and yanking him in, down the slope with ease. The fox' other fist swings as his prey comes flying in. He'd put his pistol away to free those knuckles of his. As the gryphon comes tumbling down, the fox' fist collides square with his face, reinforced skeletal structure heavy and dense delivering a punch to remember. </p>
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<p>"Fuck! He got a shot off! Great..." Magnus exclaims and casts a look at the house, then the one they'd done something awful to. "He'll die if he bleeds like that. Bah... not my problem. Come on." he'd wave to Zen before running towards the building's front. "Urrrghhh... why does it always have to be like this?" He'd shake his head before sprinting over toward the ant. He doesn't even stop, he just whisks the male away and runs at nigh-superhuman speeds over to the others. "Here!" he lets Riley go onto the ground and huffs. "He ain't looking fit to fight right now. I won't hear the end of it from Rosa if he kicks the bucket. Rather my ears enjoy some tunes, not the pained whining of a heartbroken cowgirl." The fox then draws his pistol once more and turns to face the house...</p></div><div title="Nena"><p>Nena lifts her head when the shot goes out. Well, well. Looks like things are really getting into swing, now. Hopefully the two on the ground were alright, Riley moreso. With the others taking cover behind the rocks to the south, she starts heading north, trying to circle around behind the building. Hopefully all attention would be towards where the gunshot was.</p></div><div title="Zen"><p> Zen's ears flatten a bit at the sound of the gunshot. So much for the advantage of surprise... He gives a glance to Magnus before the fox starts to bolt over towards Riley with an almost-unbelievable quickness. "Well, shit, so much for sneaking past the watchman." He mutters to himself before shouting to Magnus, "I'm going to continue east along the further ridge. I want to see what I can see on the other side of the house... They must have their horses somewhere." He looks for the nearest softcover while moving in a way that would keep him obscured from the house until he reached his destination. Well, since they were already up, perhaps he would try a bit of a bluff. Before moving to his new spot he shouts out, "We have you surrounded! Give up the server and you might just manage to walk out of here!"</p></div><div title="Arris"><p>As Magnus swoops past and snatches Riley up before carrying him away, he can hear a commotion being raised from the inside of the cabin; if he were to look over his shoulder as he bolted straight for the horses the group rode in on, he'd see lights get turned on from the interior of the house. As he drops over the ridge, the glow of a lightbulb coming through the windows soon gets replaced by flashing sparks instead as a short burst of gunfire streams out of the hole. It fires right into the darkness as Magnus drops behind the ground, but their intent is clear. They do restate it for Zen, however; a second burst of automatic fire spews out through another window, vaguely in the direction of the kitsune, before a voice yells out to translate for him. "Like hell we are!"</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>Zophah focuses and draws her bow. She focuses to put an arrow through the raider that was aproaching the rocks where she was taking cover, her breath steadied. Keeping in the cover of darkness and with no sound but the brisk wind of a barbed arrow, she lodges a shot strait in the chest of the raider. As the raider falls, his M4 discharges, stray bullets kicking up dust and soon shooting up into the air as he falls dead. She quickly draws her next arrow, ready for the next poor sod to aproach her position.</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>"Like hell you are." Magnus growls as he clenches his fists, triggering the electronic systems in his armor. Plates slide up and over his exposed bits, encasing him in durable protective metals and other composite materials. He makes a run for the house and aims for the window from whence gunfire was coming his way. Some might call it reckless, but Magnus called it LIVING. The adrenaline was coursing through him, providing a high he seldom got to experience. Leaping into the air, Magnus enters fist-first into the building and rams right into his attacker, tackling him, though sadly insufficiently-so. The bandit manages to wrest free from his grip, and delivers a punch to his gut. His puny fist strikes metal and dense muscle, causing him to reel back clutching his injured hand. The fennec draws his twin blades and locks onto his enemy~</p></div><div title="Nena"><p>Nena locks eyes with one of the bandits as he steps out of the building, and stands there with her hands in her pockets for a moment. "You should join me, instead," she encourages. "You live better and longer that way." Though her words, and whatever else she was trying to do, don't seem to have their intended effect when he opens fire in return. With a snarl she dives behind cover, though not unscathed. She was tough, though. She'd endure. "... Not the answer I was expecting. You'll regret that one."</p></div><div title="Zen"><p> As the retaliation sounds out and tufts of dirt and sand get kicked up sporadically around the hillside, Zen drops prone behind a desert bush and waits for a few moments before peeking back towards the house. He sees a threat moving towards the rocks just outside the cabin, but didn't want to risk revealing himself from the new ridge to engage them. For the moment he would be patient and wait, looking for an opportunity to either pick off another with a shot from his bow... or to move in closer and try and engage them in close quarters. He was starting to wish that he had borrowed a smoke grenade or two from Nena before he split from her. Seeing another arrow lodge itself in the bandit's chest, he lets loose a calming breath of relief. It was then that he notices another bandit making their way to the roof from a ladder on the side. Allowing one of them up there would severely hinder the effectiveness of softcover, and would make it a hell of a lot harder to close in. Notching another arrow, he lines up his shot before another spray of lead flies in his direction. Unfortunately, one of those bullets connects with his arm, causing his arrow to veer wide. Hissing in pain, he rolls back behind cover and takes a look at the wound.</p></div><div title="Arris"><p>The raiders have attempted to break out of their cover to push through the agents, but so far, haven't seen much luck. Though they are giving them quite the hassle, the party has taken one of them out and have had no casualties themselves, despite being outnumbered at the start. They aren't entirely victoryless, however, with Zen and Nena injured and the two desperadoes keeping their focus on pinning those two down.</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>The fox shoulder-rushes his target and impacts his belly, forcing him into the wall. His blades cross against the wolf's neck and press firmly against his exposed flesh. A part of the fox' armor, at least that covering his muzzle retracts, allowing him to speak. "This can go one of two ways. Either you tell me who's leading you fle-bitten scum rags, or I'll be going home with your decapitated head as a trophy." He'd hiss loudly to him. "You have five seconds. Tick tock tick tock tick tock..." as the time passes the wolf would feel those sharpened edges press more and more firmly into his neck, threatening to slice right in~</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>Zophah can't get that clear of a shot to try and take down the raider that has Zen pinned down, so she moves a hand into her bag and pulls out her portable shield drone. She switches it on and directs it to give Zen cover, ready to snipe whomever tries to fire on it. She doesn't get the chance before the raider behind her rocks tries to shoot her in close range, both of them exchanging fire. The quick shot manages to leave an arrow in the enemy's shoulder, while Zophah got lucky enough that the raider's revolver shot wide.</p></div><div title="Nena"><p>With a scowl, Nena emerges from her cover on both sides. The one the raider chooses to shoot is the wrong one, as it turns out, bullets passing through the air. It's enough to buy her time to close in, and just as he gets his aim set she collides like a train or, well, a tiger. A pounce later, she starts simultaneously trying to pry his gun away and put the strangle on him only to find her victim blacked out from the impact. "Hrmph. My guns were bigger after all," she mutters, as she relieves him of his gun anyway and seeks cover against the house itself, unsure of the situation within.</p></div><div title="Zen"><p> Zen hastily takes out some bandages and starts to dress the wound. It wasn't the worst spot to get shot... but it would still need some attention once he had some time to breathe. He grits his teeth before taking a moment to blow out a pale-blue flame that collects in a ball. Shooting up like a flare from behind his cover and the shield provided from Zophah, the ball of light crackles through the air and homes in on the raider on the roof. The rattling of gunfire sounds out as the bandit tries to shoot down the Forest Wisp, but it doesn't seem to be having the greatest effect. In an effort to escape its harassment, the bandit dives down the roof hatch before closing it behind him.</p></div><div title="Arris"><p>The wolf mutant being held against the wall by Magnus struggles against the smaller fox's surprising amount of strength. Clutching at his grasp, he eventually realises it's a futile effort. "Ghhh, you've already shot him dead." He tilts his head briefly to the raider behind the front window, clutching at an M4 in death with an arrow right in his chest. He then takes a quick gamble, fist swinging towards Magnus' face and knee pointed between his legs. "I'm not dropping to a bunch of third-rate bounty hunters today, though!" </p>
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<p>Zen's wisp causes the blue jay on the roof to get stunned, before promptly dropping down the ladder and shutting the hatch behind him. Once he recovers, though, he spots Magnus wrestling with the wolf, and quickly levels his gun and fills it with a fresh clip. "Oi! Get off of him!" Four shots discharge from his gun at the two mutants fighting.</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>Four shots catch the The fox grabs the hand and scowls immensely, taking an evasive step away from the knee. His grip on his dagger tightens as the grzing bullets impact his armor, forcing a hiss of pain from between his teeth. The fennec flings his dagger, impaling his armed attacker between the eyes, the blade splitting his head open, blood and viscera spraying the wall. The first sent his way grazes his ears, and the fennec takes a step back. He raises his hands and cracks his fingers, ready to brawl~</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>Zophah is close in combat and everyone else may be in danger. So she draws her spirit animal and kitsune connection from within herself, a totemic bear and companion wisp charging out to deal with the closer enemy. Using the resulting melee to cover her movement in the dark, she dashes over to Zen's cover to double check on him. Seeing the damage, she takes cover with him and reaches into her bag for local anesthetic and bandages. "Not a full job, but at least I can fix your first aid." She says, taking Zen's banadges back off and resetting them herself.</p></div><div title="Nena"><p>Nena looks towards the door of the house. There was gunfire, then silence. Relative silence, anyway. Not about to leave someone potentially in danger, she braces herself and reaches to open the door- Though she has the presence of mind to do it from the side, so that she doesn't open it with her standing right in the doorway.</p></div><div title="Zen"><p> Without being pinned down from the attacker on the roof, Zen packs away his trauma kit. With how poorly he applied it, one might be left to wonder why he even carries one around. He continues to watch towards the structure, looking for any other targets that might pose a problem now that he didn't have to worry about the fire from the roof. As Zophah closes in on him, he gives her a look over before saying, "Thanks for the cover... bastard on the roof clipped me before I could land a shot." He shows off his shoddy first-aid treatment before Zophah starts to fix him up a bit better. "I've had worse wounds... we should worry about the others first... who knows how many more there are." He says, still watching towards the structure as his own wisp joins the other summoned entities to assault one of the remaining bandits outside. "Ah... but... thanks. I've never been one to worry about patching people up, myself included."</p></div><div title="Arris"><p>One left. The wolf, now disengaged from Magnus, cracks his knuckles in turn. He gives him a long, hard stare as he assuems a fighting stance, before lunging forward, teeth bared and fists flying. His back lays exposed to Nena, however, so if the tigress was feeling particularly pragmatic, she could intervene and make the fight even more one-sided in favor of the smaller, stronger Fennec.</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>The fennec falls back onto his own back that is! As the wolf lunges, he'd find two hands and two feet pushing him upwards and forward, following his momentum towards the window behind Magnus. One firm shove and out he goes, flying like a majestic beast that'd just fucked up, flopping from whatever height they were at onto the ground with a loud and resounding *THUD*. Magnus stands up and dusts his hands off. He then moves over and *squish* pulls the blood-caked dagger out of the gory mess of the poor bastard's head, then steps towards the window himself, and hops out, landing on all fours with considerably more grace than the wolf before him. "I wouldn't stick around these parts if I were you." he'd chyme to the wolven male, before stepping towards the spot where he'd deposited Riley. "Guys?!" he'd call out to them...</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>Zophah redirects her wisp, bear, and drone into the house to assist Magnus and Nena. "Go help the others with your wisp if you can, I'm going to double check we haven't missed anyone." before circling around to survey the situation outside. She finds two of the 4 minions outside still unconcious, one from when Nena knocked them out and the other from Magnus, and two more surely dead. She drugs the remainder with a sedative from her medical supplies just in case he gets back up, and then makes her way over to Riley. She would have better time with actual medical procedures than first aid, and with one look realizes she doesn't have the materials for his kind of wounds. But she does mention "I don't see too much of a problem, especially since you didn't get shot. A cold pack should reduce your recovery time."</p></div><div title="Nena"><p>Seeing as Magnus had it handled, Nena backs away from the building if only for a moment to look around the corner towards where Magnus jumped out of the window. "Is the server not in there or something? Getting out of there already?" With adrenaline wearing off, she takes a seat with a huff. "If you've bandages or something I could use one. I mean, I've got some but I'm not exactly a medic, and seeing as you're going around with the first aid kit... I figure the server won't walk off while we treat injuries."</p></div><div title="Zen"><p> After a few moments of waiting, Zen looks to Zophah and nods towards the structure. "Seems like the gunfire has died down. Let's go see if the others need any help." He says, picking up his bow again and rolling the shoulder of his injured arm. He hears Magnus call out a moment later, giving a slight smile before saying, "Well, guess that means he is doing alright." He follows around Zophah for a time before entering the structure and looking around at the grisly scene. "I'm going to look around for the server... After all, it wouldn't do us well to head back empty-handed." He spots Nena through the widow and gives her a wave. "Guess that is all of them? Well, as much as I would've liked it to go smoother... guess we are just about wrapped up." He steps further into the building looking around at the sleeping quarters and seeing stuff haphazardly strewn about from the rude awakening they received. It doesn't take him too long before he finds what he was looking for. Hefting up a black box within some lamp-like object, he heads out to regroup with the others. "Right, I think we got what we came here for and did what needed to be done. Perhaps we should consider getting back to the settlement and seeing about getting the wounded tended to..."</p></div><div title="Magnus">"Oh... OH!!! D'OH!" the fennec swings a hand and *SLAP* facepalms so hard it rings out around them. It actually hurt a little... "The server! Right... I forgot, all the excitement got to me..." The fox then looks over towards Nena and shakes his head. "I don't know how to help you... I need some tending-to myself." he'd pat the blood-stained patches in his armor, where several bullets had grazed, but thankfully not pierced his body. "Zophah is the one we wanna see about that. Come on... let's go." He'd offer Nena an arm, perhaps such that they could share each other's weight on the way back to their horses. "We can check the house for the server-oh..." the fox notes as Zen reappears with it. "Here it is then. Ughh... my adrenaline high is failing and I am feeling just... dizzy now. Come on, let's get out of here. These lot lost almost all their members, they won't have the cojones to keep bugging New Hope. Besides, Riley might need some help too..." He'd then pause and look down at his injuries, laughing for a few moments "Oh, I haven't felt this alive in months. This is the kinda shit I wanna do! Zen, uh... that bastard at the start... he's still got a chance to survive. Zops? ZOPS?" he'd call out, trying to draw her attention for the exact same reason. Whatever may happen, they'd done their job... it was worth the six day drip for sure, at least for one fennec fox with an adrenaline addiction.</div><div title="Zophah">Zophah looks up as Magnus comes out of the house calling for her, and she sees he is pretty banged up too. "Am I the only one who didn't get hurt this mission?" She sighs, double checking her bag for what medical supplies she has left. Once she notices the server that Zen is carrying, She relaxes a bit. "Oh, once the server gets online I should be able to synthesize what I need to patch everyone up. We should get that back to town first, unless anyone has immediate medical concerns?" She dismisses her totemic bear and wisp, deactivating and storing her shield drone as well.</div><div title="Arris"><p>Riley gives Zophah's shoulder a nudge. Despite being badly battered around, he's managed to crawl over to his horse during the firefight and unpack a bottle of whiskey from his saddlebags. "Thanks, doc. You're real helpful, telling me to go find some ice in the hottest state in America, during the summer when nobody has working refrigerators anymore." After a long swig, he continues; "You folk ain't half bad. You're not bounty hunters, are you?" He pauses. "Y'know what, don't answer that. Just help me onto my horse, so I can go bunk out at my shared room with Rosa and rest it all off." He points the bottle towards Magnus and Nena, presumably taking them to be fellow drinking folk once he spots them approach. "God, I can't wait to sleep in an actual bed."</p></div>[[Category:RPLogs]]

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