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Waconet/Gallery

2026-10-04T13:55:36Z

Waconet:

[[File:Waconet emotions.jpg|800px|thumb|left|emotions]]

Kitsune form:

[[File:Wacokitsune.jpg]]
[[File:Cute_kitsune_blep.jpg]]
[[File:Cute inquiry - Copy.jpg]]

File:Cute inquiry - Copy.jpg

2026-10-04T13:54:25Z

Waconet:

Waconet/Gallery

2026-10-02T15:30:00Z

Waconet:

[[File:Waconet emotions.jpg|800px|thumb|left|emotions]]

Kitsune form:

[[File:Wacokitsune.jpg]]
[[File:Cute_kitsune_blep.jpg]]

File:Cute kitsune blep.jpg

2026-10-02T15:29:43Z

Waconet: Waconet kitsune doing a playful tongue blep

== Summary ==
Waconet kitsune doing a playful tongue blep

Waconet/Gallery

2026-10-02T14:43:13Z

Waconet:

[[File:Waconet emotions.jpg|800px|thumb|left|emotions]]

Kitsune form:

[[File:Wacokitsune.jpg]]

File:Wacokitsune.jpg

2026-10-02T14:40:29Z

Waconet: Waconet's 5 tailed femboy kitsune form

== Summary ==
Waconet's 5 tailed femboy kitsune form

Waconet

2026-07-25T19:43:12Z

Waconet:

{{Infobox/Character
| Status = Active
| BirthDate = 1986-10-14
| Gender = Hermaphrodite
| mutantStrain = Quetzalcoatl
| Occupation = Manufacturer/Prototype Tester/Explosives Expert
| Hobbies = Avid Explosion creator, Old electronics collector, Flying kites.
| Pronouns = He/Him Shi/Hir
| Memberships = Zephyr
| Residence = Waconet's Pyramid
| Height = Varies (usually 30')
| Weight = Varies (usually 100t)
| Length = Yes
| Eyes = Red
| Hair = Blue/Green/Yellow
| Sexuality = Pan
| guildAffiliation = Tinkers 'R Us
}}
== Description ==
Waconet is a size shifting, mass changing naga as is normal for a Quetzalcoatl dedicant. Usually nude with the exception of his favorite shirt, which states on the front 'Warning - May change size at any time' as well as a collar, usually worn around his neck, or rarely, around his tail. The collar states 'Worrish's Good Boy'

He is however, often seen wearing/carrying items of his own design and build, testing them for their viability, keeping those which meets or exceeds his expectations. In combat, he's known to use liberal amounts of both high explosives and accurate rifle fire. He's more than willing to help out agents with any fight they find themselves in, and will literally fly out to any calls for help he receives.

Waconet was born male, but his form is fully hermaphrodite, and while he uses He/Him mostly out of inertia, he's also fine with being referred to hermerific pronouns of shi/hir.

== The Pyramid ==

Built on the far east side of Fairhaven, this Aztec styled stepped pyramid is both homage to the native land of Quetzalcoatl, as well as the publicly accessible home of Waconet. The strategic location offers both a staging area, as well as a respite for any activities that may occur inland outside of the nanite bubble covering the majority of Humboldt County.

== Photos of Waconet ==

[[File:Waconet ref sheet upload.jpg|Waconet - Zephyr ID Badge]]

[[File:79 Safiru Waconet-WebVersion.jpg|Waconet - Posed Picture]]

[[Category:Active PCs]][[Category:PCs]]

Dark Descent - RPLOG

2026-07-23T15:58:18Z

Waconet: /* Date */

=Participants=
* [[Bleu]]
* [[Iao]]
* [[Narwen]]
* [[Pteryx]]
* [[Randel]]
* [[Waconet]]
=Date=
28/6/2026

=Log=
<div></div><div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) As each one of you approaches the location described in the job posting, you see that a field HQ tent has been setup on the outskirts of the park, which the normally green and open public space is now surrounded with a hastily setup sandbag barricade that is keeping some sort of dark pool held at bay. The tent entrance is flanked by two siren guards dressed in the standard uniform of Woodfield Security. After checking your IDs they usher you inside to a collection of chairs and a few pads for any larger or feral formed agents to lay down upon for the briefing. The guards mention that their leading officer will be with them momentarily, allowing the group to settle in before the briefing.</div> <div title="Narwen" style="margin-top:2em"> (Narwen) Narwen pads in on all fours, twin striped tails drifting behind him. The large skunk beast is, as ever, wearing a pair of eye-wateringly shiny rainbow shorts, but for once has complemented it with some -- well, let's face it, it's barding, with a very Fairhaven mix of leather and titanium. He shifts in it, a little uncomfortable: he pretty clearly hasn't worn it for a while, and is out of the habit. Between that and the saddlebags of gear, he looks like he has come at least somewhat prepared. Once the guard has checked the ID that dangles from a lanyard around his neck, he squeezes through the tent entranceway and settles down on one of the pads.</div> <div title="Pteryx" style="margin-top:2em">(Pteryx) A moth winged hyena man donning an EMS uniform looks 'round them situation of the park. Dark pool o' sumthin' leaking, they ain't sure what, they ain't no plumber! ID checked and ushered ta sum chairs, Pteryx is quick ta take a seat and leave a heavy med kit on another 'fore bein' briefed on whatever them dark pool's 'bout!</div> <div title="Randel" style="margin-top:2em">(Randel) In the distance, a dark winged figure can be seen flying towards the field HQ from the RSX heli-pad. It doesn't take long for it to arrive, appearing as black anthro dragon on two huge membrane wings. Landing near by, he looks himself over and pulls out a Zephyr branded lab coat. As he walks to the tent he sheds his fearsome draconic form and becomes human. He's almost six feet tall, with thin fit and trim build, short blondish-brown hair, fair completion, a respectable male jaw line, clean shaven, and hazel eyes. When at the tent he adjusts his Zephyr ID badge on his coat chest, which sports five portraits of him in various and one human portrait. Over his back, he has his equipment bag and under his coat and jean pants, he seems to be sporting some kind of skin colored body suit. If it wasn't for the entrance, he'd look like almost any other human lab tech, though Zephyr rarely has any pure human workers anymore. He shows his badge to the guards and goes to where he is directed and patiently sits.</div> <div title="Bleu" style="margin-top:2em">(Bleu) Bleu saunters up to the tent with the naked swagger of a satyr, being literally naked, like always. He is, however, wearing a lanyard around his neck, bearing his ID as a free agent for the Prometheans. The satyr came prepared, however, with a laser pistol holstered at his hip, and a crossbow attached to a belt across his chest. He's also got an M4 carbine hanging over his shoulder, just in case. He shows his ID, then says to the guards, "Y'all should know me, I'm one of the richest people in California." As they let him through, he waves a hand. "Pteryx, yo, long time, no see, man."</div> <div title="Cinnabun" style="margin-top:2em">(Cinnabun) Cinnabun makes his way towards the HQ with carrying a backpack on his back, dawning his usual uniform of just a t-shirt and a self-cooled bodysuit that covered the rest of his form up, the bunny waves towards the guards as he gets closer before raising his ID up for them to read, he then makes his way over towards the collection of chairs as he takes his pack off and places it on the ground next to his chair before plopping himself into it. The bunny glances over the congregation of mutants and offers everyone a small wave though not saying much, he didn't know anyone here after all...</div> <div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) As the group settles down inside, a sharp looking Nephilim wearing a slightly fancier Woodfield security uniform than the rank and file, modified to fit his black feathered wings, enters into the tent, his walk holds a controlled gale, full of purpose as he reaches the front of the room. His metallic gold face looks across the room as if shaping up each one of the agents individually to see if it was worth the effort to recruit such a motley band of agents all with separate allegiances to resolve this crisis. A rather large skunk walking on all fours and an admittedly rather fabulous set of pants, a four armed Hyena Mothman wearing an EMT uniform, well they'll at least be able to take care of themselves hopefully, a dragon of all beings, this should be rather helpful should things go awry, a satyr of all beings, and this one he'd heard about, a rather wealthy individual, was he trying to be a batman or something? And with a startled blink, he watches as a living chocolate bunny walks in. With a curt nod seemingly to himself he starts off the briefing. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>"Thank you all for coming on such short notice, as you maybe aware, just a week ago the fountain started spewing forth a thick black ichor which is slowly flooding the park's square, we aren't quite sure exactly what it is, but the lab coats are calling it apeiron, which they tell me is some kind of primordial soup... And not the type you'd ever want to eat. As you may have already seen as you arrived, the situation is only under the thinnest margins of control as my department has only been able to maintain security around the perimeter to allow a sandbag retaining wall to be constructed. It's holding, for now, but at the current rate of the fountain's output, it will be only a scant few days before it too will be overwhelmed. What Woodfield needs your group to do is primarily stop the flow of the fountain. And if you can find out why or how its happening, the city has authorized a significant bonus to be added onto your pay as well."</div> <div title="Narwen" style="margin-top:2em">(Narwen) Narwen waves a paw to the hyena, who is recognizable despite the lack of a Hawai'ian shirt. "Hey there, Pteryx! Been a while. Thought you'd still be in Eureka." He nods to Randel and Bleu as they come in, exchanging greetings. Cinnabun he doesn't know, but has perhaps crossed paths with in Zephyr, and exchanges a nod.<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>After the somewhat grim speech, he raises a forepaw. "What's underground? Sewers, maybe? Pipework? Old bunker for a nearby building? Is it coming from somewhere down below? You must've checked it out -- what's been found? If we cap the fountain but it just goes elsewhere, well, that may not solve the problem."</div> <div title="Pteryx" style="margin-top:2em">(Pteryx) Pteryx notices a rather familiar face! "Bleu! Fancy meetin" ya here!" Them satyr"s bare naked body is... tempting, and armed... Right... job ta do... The four armed hyena paws at their maw to wipe off any possible drool at the sight.<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> When sum sorta fancy winged fancy security uniform suited lad walks in, the mothly mutant may as well listen in on why they're here in the first place. Not too familiar with Woodfield, guess they haven"t been caught up with the situation, but now they are... sorta, they ain"t no lab coat ta know most of them stuff! A wonder pops inta their head if their webbin" could fortify them sandbag wall or not...<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> Yet another familiar lookin skunk greets "em in the tent! "Howdy science skunk! I move "round, perks o" havin wings ta fly with!"</div> <div title="Randel" style="margin-top:2em">(Randel) Randel smiles, waves, and gives a greeting to others when addressed, but then his expression goes neutral and focused as he sits and waits for the briefing. He watches the imposing angelic formed security officer walk in and listens intently at the summary. Every now and then he looks off to one side in thought, likely troubleshooting the situation and coming up with questions. He stays quiet for now, not wanting to interrupt the briefing.<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>For those sitting close to conspicuously 'pure' human, they can see his ID badge, with a two by three grid of facial portraits. Human, latex fox, wolf, lion, the dragon form he was when flying in, and lizard. Odds are this Nanite Adept can turn into other forms, but those are likely his most common. Psych. is listed for his department, with the name "Randel of Zephyr" above the department.</div> <div title="Bleu" style="margin-top:2em">(Bleu) Bleu nods to Pteryx and tosses a two-fingered salute. "Easy, Tiger, you jump my bones later..." He winks. Then turns his attention to Randel, who looks familiar. He could swear he's met this human before. The satyr shrugs, and finds a place to sit. Next, he looks up as the nephilim comes in and he listens. "Black goop, huh? Sounds sorta familiar, actually..."</div> <div title="Cinnabun" style="margin-top:2em">(Cinnabun) Cinnabun hums softly to himself as he listens towards the briefing before raising his hand up in the air for a moment to ask his own question, "Is it toxic? Or well...has anyone tested it I mean! Seems like the kind of thing you really don't want to put your hand in!" The bunny's ears perk up and twitch at the sound of the others conversating, and he gives Narwen a small smile in return for their acknowledgement before his brain seems to drift off as he thinks, mostly muttering to himself, "The sewers are probably the best bet like the Skunk said, Maybe follow the pipeline underground to the fountain? Could it be a special kind of slime in the sewers?"<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>The bunny pauses for a moment before looking back up towards the officer, "Oh! Have you scanned it for nanites! Maybe we could trace the issue using them? Like nanite scanning?"</div> <div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) Turning towards Narwen, his name tag no longer being whited out by the overhead LED lights showing his name and rank as Captain Eden. "The original plans for the park from the old city archives reveal that nothing besides the underground irrigation system was ever installed there, and we've since cut off the water to the park as a precautionary measure in case it was something growing in the pipes themselves. However, the flow didn't even slow down afterwards, so we can only assume it's not related to that system." Then turning to a slightly distracted EMT, and with a near bark "What we have noticed is that there are apparitions that will appear when one is distracted. We've had a few guards find out that being inattentive or distracted tends to lure them in. So keeping focused on the task and not having wandering eyes for your fellow agents is highly recommended." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>He gives an appreciated nod to Randel as the Nephilim notices the currently human's rapt attention. He looks to Bleu and nods, "As you should, son of Dionysus, from what we gathered, this apeiron, is of Greek origin. It's some sort of primordial substance that the ancient Greeks believe was the source or origin of everything." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Then addressing the chocolate bunny in the room, "So far, we haven't been able to prove that it is anything. It stubbornly refuses to even register itself to our instruments, including nanite scanning. We can detect it's mass and volume as any other liquid, but as to what it is exactly we aren't sure. And," He pauses and leans to look out the doorway a moment, "Recruits being what they may, we've already had more than one of them drink some on a dare. We've not observed any malady or issue resulting from either contact or ingestion, but out of an abundance of caution, stick to just swimming at most."</div> <div title="Pteryx" style="margin-top:2em">(Pteryx) Pteryx's mothly wings flutter on them satyr's idea of later... but other concerns at the moment! Concerns like them nephilim, Captain Eden? Purdy much barkin' at 'em! "D-Distracted? Like, I ain't payin' attention distracted or I wanna hook up with some one distracted... both?" The hyena may as well have asked fer a clear definition!</div> <div title="Narwen" style="margin-top:2em">(Randel) "Black goop really doesn't narrow things down much." Randel says while in thought, "For example, Latex Factory back at Fairhaven has quite a bit black goop, but it isn't 'soup'... like this stuff is." He looks over at Cinnabun jumping in with his questions, nodding slightly in reaction and looking at the briefing officer when he replies. He sighs in relief that this stuff doesn't seem infectious, but looks concerned when hearing that 'things' come out when being inattentive near it, and looks over at the winged hyena with a touch of worry, and making a metal note. When hearing about how mysterious this 'apeiron' is and how impossible it is to scan, there is an unamused nod, giving the feeling of 'that figures'. "Well, that answers my concern about contamination, for now." he says, "I was worried about some sort of corruption with the mutant population if they came within contact if it. I didn't think nanites were involved, looks much like a kind of shrine to... something"<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> "The Void" the man says looking up in realization, "I see why they called it 'primordial soup'. A bit misleading, since primordial soup was something in my school text books referring to the stuff that all life came from on Earth. But... But! This is way more fundamental, more metaphysical. Nanites wish they could function on this level. It's apparently the stuff which ALL is born and comes into existence from." There is a deep sigh of disappointment as he looks down and supports his face, "Yet another cosmic horror pouring into our world from a 'space beyond space'."</div> <div title="Bleu" style="margin-top:2em">(Bleu) Bleu shakes his head. "Yer only halfway there, Mr. Randal." He raises a hand. "Ahem, Captain Eden..." He stands up from his chair. "I know I left my priestly vestments at home, but as a vested Priest of Dionysus, I have some experience on these matters. Randel here is partially correct, Apeiron is the source of all things, but he's missed something..." The satyr steps forward. "It comes from The Void. The space between spaces. The Howling, the Nothing. Some people call it Hell, but that's beside the point. The problem you've got here is that if we've got Apeiron leaking out, then Reality can leak in, as well. The hole goes both ways." He pauses, and then says, "To get past all the woo-woo supernatural stuff, this means that the space-time continuum would be unraveling. I think. I'm kinda spit-balling here, admittedly."</div> <div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) Addressing the absentminded EMT, Eden speaks authoritatively, "Any sort of distraction, or the wandering of the mind will draw these apparitions to you, keeping focused on the task at hand will prevent an attack by them. Keep your eyes forward and your mind sharp."<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> As the Nephilim listens to both Randel's and Bleu's explaination as to what they've unraveled of this mystery. He pauses for a moment to digest this new information. "So if this stuff is coming into our reality, and its coming from this void, that would mean that something in this void has changed and would need to be unchanged or fixed so that it no longer leaks here." He looks at the group, "Do you think your group here has the gumption to see this through? Can you stop the Void from leaking?"</div> <div title="Narwen" style="margin-top:2em">(Narwen) Narwen has a distinctly skeptical look when talk of The Void and primordial matter and ancient Greek mysticism is flying back and forth, but when the space-time continuum is mentioned he perks up. Those are at least words that have a meaning, even if the meaning is being abused. "You know," he says, mostly to himself, "we can actually test for that. A distortion in spacetime is gravity: that just needs a pendulum. Spacetime leaching away... that would break things more fundamentally. But we can-- I'm going to need evenly machined plates with a prime number of holes drilled in them, on a spindle, in a vacuum..." He's already breaking out his pack and rummaging for parts. It's gonna take a little while, but he may be able to cobble something together to test for that, point to the locus of the tear.</div> <div title="Pteryx" style="margin-top:2em">(Pteryx) Pteryx has an expression o' total confusion on their muzzle as them Randel spouts his smart talk! They sure ain't got much clue on that sorta stuff! Primordial soup? Sure sounds like one fancy soup! Does it come in cans? What they do catch is this soup is better than nanites! Fancy soup indeed! But also that it's a cosmic horror! ...is this park gettin flooded by soup? Weird lookin soup then! Probably not fer cannin'!<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Even more confused they look at Bleu's words... The void? Howlin'? Hell? Lotsa mystical mumbo jumbo... And it's apparently leakin' in?! Through a fountain in Woodsfield Park? <pstyle="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> Captain Eden's words puts them hyena on edge... "Apparitions?" They'd wonder aloud. Eyes forward, could do... mind sharp, "Hope ya mean sharp fer yer mind Cap, ain't got the sharpest tool in the shed up here up in this gnoggin!"</div> <div title="Randel" style="margin-top:2em">(Randel) Randel still looks a little despondent by the idea of yet another reality pouring in. He doesn't react or take offense to being corrected by someone that looks like a figure from that exact mythos. If anything, he's a little glad someone like that showed up at all at a times like this! He should be proud of the fact that he even knew any of this supernatural stuff at all since it used to be well outside of his expertise as a nanite feral researcher, until relatively recently. When mention that part of his reality is being swapped with who-knows-what on the other side, he winces, a fact that he imagined was the case but was too afraid to say aloud.<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>The man snaps out of his mood when the angelic security officer asks if the group is brave enough to handle this task and sits up in his chair again. "Well, it isn't going to fix itself, now is it?" he says with an annoyed sigh, "It isn't like I haven't walked through a tentacle filled Lovecraftian world before after, or Hell. Why not the Nothing?" He then jokes after a quiet laugh, "The Nothing, who knows, might be able to share some notes with it." He then looks right at Pteryx and said, "Just for safety sake, I'm going to keep a close eye on you... No offense."</div><div title="Bleu" style="margin-top:2em">(Bleu) Bleu looks between himself, Randel, and Pteryx, and then looks down at his laser pistol. "Well, captain, I mean, I can't make any guarantees, of course. I'm not a physicist. The fabric of space-time is torn... But I'm a priest of Dionysus, so hey, maybe I can pour a few wine libations alongside blowing the heads off any monsters we might encounter... I mean, if there are any monsters."</div> <div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) Captain Eden appears to consider his options as he mulls over the groups responses, while Pteryx's response doesn't appear to leave him hopeful, having Randel's commitment to keep an eye on the moth winged hyena does lend some credibility that this gambit might actually work, and not to mention having such a high ranking priest from a divinity who is, at least tangently, familiar with what they're all up against. "Alright, if you believe you can resolve this crisis, we'll provide what support we can from here." He says, gesturing to both the rifle armed guards as well as medical supplies that the two were starting to unload from crates. "The apparitions will be drawn to any distraction that you may have while you step into the apeiron and while we've discovered that rounds on target are surprisingly effective, they will eventually swarm forcing you to retreat, lest they completely overwhelm your team. Our scouts have reported that the apparitions will try to drag any unconscious away. We don't know where to as in each instance the team was able to fight them off, and fell back to safety with their downed comrades." And with that, Eden dismissed the party to their own plans and the objective of stopping the leak of realties. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>As the group departs from the field HQ they are now able to view the park's square in its fullest. The normally peaceful square is now bubbling over with the dark ichor flowing from the fountain. And while it is midday with the sun out, it is inexplicably darker than what feels as normal. The two siren guards stand idle, but with weapons drawn, ready to provide supporting fire should anyone find themselves distracted. The area is mostly quiet, with only the occasional sound of couriers arriving and departing with reports and directives, as well as the rare truck dropping off supplies or sand for more sandbags to be filled and added to the wall which is all that stand between them and the slow ominous rise of the dark pool. Looking over the darkened landscape, Narwen's cobbled together device starts spinning and whirring to life as the duct taped hoover starts spinning the needle and attempts to order packages with two day shipping from a defunct warehouse. But while the order fails to process, the needle does point in the direction of the fountain. Which may, or may not have been the obvious source of the dark ichor as it is jetted up and outwards from the fountain.</div> <div title="Pteryx" style="margin-top:2em">(Pteryx) Pteryx really ain't fer them front line fightin! If one of them others get hurt, maybe they could patch 'em up! But they're no stranger ta emergency situations! They're also real easy ta distract though! "Why's this place dark? Shiny sky light looks up!" A lotta guards 'round here... and whatever thingy then science skunk made is makin noises! "What was them thingy fer again science skunk?"</div> <div title="Bleu" style="margin-top:2em">(Bleu) Bleu follows the guards to the square, readying his M4 Carbine, and looking around, with his ears perked as he listens for any unusual ambient sounds. "Yeah, Pteryx, I'm not exactly a fan of the darkness. Honestly, I should probably be more careful, in my condition, and not go in guns blazin'."</div> <div title="Randel" style="margin-top:2em">(Randel) As the group heads to the fountain, Randel starts to get ready as best as as he can. He puts on a very durable collar on his neck and takes the ID badge from his lab coat and clips it onto his collar. He then takes off his lab coat and puts it in his equipment back, followed by his baggy jean pants. In the process of disrobing his form shifts to that of a wolf. Not a particularly muscular wolf anthro, but a young good looking one, on par with native Fairhaven forms. He looks almost naked as his body suit shifts to match his fur color and texture, on top of his assets showing. Though, to some he very well could! Out of reflex he summons up his Nanomagic to create an illusion around himself, one that seems to best fit what the onlooker expects to sees. There is a feral look about his furry and muzzled face, but that fades as his claim demeanor comes back.</div> <div title="Narwen" style="margin-top:2em">(Narwen) Narwen , gizmo balanced on his broad back, pads towards the sandbag wall and peers over it. "RSX security are great for beating up ferals and setting up perimeters, but I wouldn't trust 'em to solve a quadratic equation, let alone analyse a spatial anomaly. When they said black goo, I just assumed slimes had backed the sewers up again. But this is for real," he continues, gesturing at his device as though that made it obvious. "Spacetime isn't closed, and there's a, uh, discontinuity in the fountain. How to fix it, though?" He shakes his head. "I'm gonna go out on a limb and say it's a magical problem, and that it's going to need a magical solution. If there's a portal in there, are we closing it? Going through it?" He absently takes out a specimen jar and begins fiddling with it, but is defeated by the childproof cap.</div> <div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) The two siren guards from before are still posted nearby and are ready to provide any amount of support they can, if the amount of support is that of taking shots at any apparitions that appear nearby. The captain did say that they were effective at that so, the group should be fine. Probably. Bleu's caution is well rewarded, as with anyone examining him carefully would see he's about a week away from being due, and would probably need some help getting over the barrier anyway. The two siren guards take a glance over at the transforming Randel, but promptly disregard what they are seeing. That's not the wolf boy they are looking for anyway. The specimen jar sits within Narwen's paws idly, as if stubbornly refusing to open due to the money that the science skunk owes it for the last sample he used it for. The pool idly sits by as the fountain looms darkly ahead in the square. No anomalies in sight at the moment, but there's always the chance of a surprise.</div><div title="Pteryx" style="margin-top:2em">(Pteryx) Pteryx thinks all them Bleu's money can sure buy 'em a lotta weapons! "Purdy hard ta see in them dark!" It would be real inconvenient ta try stitchin or bandagin folk in the dark! But always good ta have a flashlight! Speakin o' flash though, them shifter starts ta disrobe?! The moth winged hyena can't help but stare at the sight 'fore seein Randel turn inta sum sorta wolf form... purdy easy on the eyes a form at that! Quite a view ta appreciate! <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Pteryx just looks completely confused at whatever them words the science skunk is sayin, they ain't smart 'nough ta comprehend all that! But magic solution fer magic problem makes sense! Shame they ain't know magic! Actual magic anyhow! Hmm, turnin ta them guards, they may as well wonder! "Any of them medical supply thins ya can spare fer whatever sorta trip we're doin? Ain't sure where are how we're s'pose ta go... sumwhere, though! But luck favours them prepared!"</div> <div title="Bleu" style="margin-top:2em">(Bleu) "Fortune favours the bold," Bleu replies to Pteryx. "You're better read than I expected. Pliny the Elder famously uttered those words as he stood on the beach at Misenum, facing the full fury of the exploding Mt. Vesuvius, in 79 AD." The satyr ahems. "Sorry, I was a history major in college. ANYWAY." He checks his gun, then peers over the sandbags. "Can I get a little help over here?"</div> <div title="Randel" style="margin-top:2em">(Randel) The somehow not all that interesting and plain looking wolf boy walks up to pool with focus, starring into the inky abyss-like goo. "So this is how we enter?" he asks as he tests the goo with a claw-like hand, "I guess I'm ready when others are. I'll hold back a bit just in cause someone loses focus." His ears swivel back, listen for the rest of his team as he keeps an eye on the goo, and has claw-like hands open and looking to tear into something.</div> <div title="Narwen" style="margin-top:2em">(Narwen) Narwen looks at the strange black substance with some trepidation as Bleu clacks up beside him. "We're going to end up in that, aren't we?" he mutters. "Ah dammit." He can't lend the heavily pregnant satyr a hand, but he can carry him: Narwen lowers himself loaf-style while Bleu slides on board next to the gizmo, then gets back to his feet and steps easily across the barrier, giving an extra little high-step as his hind legs go over. Once they're in, the skunk beast sloshes his way through the viscous liquid, shivering in discomfort as the fur at his ankles gets tugged at. "Well, let's at least try the obvious thing first, in case this is the one time it works," he says as they approach the fountain. "Brace yourself, nanite density's going to drop."</div> <div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) Pteryx starts to see something rather interesting happening with Randel, but is oddly confused, and realizes that there's nothing interesting about the transforming naked wolf boy, even before Randel mentioned that he's not interesting to look at, as the wolf's illusion nanomagic seems to take perfect hold of Pteryx's sight. Randel's proverbial testing of the water reveals that the temperature doesn't quite register. It's not ambient with the air, and yet, not hot or cold either. It's as if the temperature just doesn't seem to exist or matter within it. It's not uncomfortable, it... just /is/. As Bleu straddles upon his new noble skunk steed, the unsettling effect of nanite depletion his the center of the fountain, it sputters for a moment, but the flow returns to its previous normal rate, as if not a product of the local nanite bubble. But as you step into the pool, the errant thought of what it would be like to actually have Bleu ride on top of you at an actual pony show? <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>And with that bit of distraction, a single apparition appears before the group.</div> <div title="Pteryx" style="margin-top:2em">(Pteryx) Pteryx ain't got a clue what them Bleu meant! "Just hear folk say that a LOT when workin with emergeny situations, sorta ma job ta help with them sorta situations! Folk that're prepared ain't need as much fixin as folk that weren't! Ain't sure... whatever them hist tree stuff is!" <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Wonderin ta how they would enter with them wolf boy wonderin 'round, the hyena gets an answer quick enough as them science skunk gets mounted by Bleu! Not the usual sorta mounted they think of! Less sex mountin more transportin mountin! <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Them Randel wasn't that interestin a view after all! But what would be is sum sorta... shadowy thin? The mothly hyena ain't really sure what ta make of it? "Huh, where'd ya come frum feller? Ya uh, lost or sumthin? Is this fountain like yer home? Sorta makin a mess of them park with it leakin! Ya need a plumber or sumthin?"</div> <div title="Bleu" style="margin-top:2em">(Bleu) Bleu settles onto Narwen's back, with a chuckle. "Hey, thanks, dude. I wasn't sure how I was gonna waddle over that there sandbag barrier." He gets comfortable, then peers back at Pteryx. "One of these days I'm gonna lock you in my bedroom and spend hours teaching you hist-o-ry. No sex, just a LOOOONG history lesson. With a slide projector..." Is he joking? But there's no time to care about that now, because suddenly a weird...thing, appears, and all at once the satyr readies his M4 Carbine. "We gotta hostile!" He points the weapon at the apparition, finger on the trigger. "Should I shoot?" He looks over toward Randel. "Any suggestions?"</div> <div title="Randel" style="margin-top:2em">(Randel) Randel keeps watch of the goo as he listens to the rest of his team enter. However his ears perk up when hearing something about nanite density going down and then makes a very uncomfortable grunt, as if splashed with a cold glass of water. "Fuck-" he growls under his breath, "It's magic, not nanites." His illusion collapses and shows him as he is, a good looking, but very much covered wolf anthro with a hoody of sorts. He glances around to see how the entery is going, but then sees a shadowy figure form. He then growls and moves to intercept it, making note to not get into the line of fire of the two guards. As he gets into position, he hears the satyr shout out the warning. "I'll pounce as soon as you shoot! Shoot if it acts hostile." he barks, squatting down and getting ready to leap.</div> <div title="Narwen" style="margin-top:2em">(Narwen) Narwen shivers as an intrusive thought runs through his mind, then shakes it off to focus on the nanomagic. It doesn't seem to be helping, sadly, and it's probably not a good idea to suppress the team's nanite powers and healing if there's trouble coming -- not to mention, it's uncomfortable as heck -- so after waiting a few more seconds he shuts it off again. "All right, plan B!" he calls, then turns his head back to Bleu. "You got a plan B?" He takes a couple of cautious steps, putting his forepaws into the basin of the fountain, while circling away from the spectre.</div><div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) As the group considers their actions, and Randel rallying the guards with an order, the two sirens readied their rifles and the moment Narwen stepped clear of the shadowy figure, they both opened fire on it. The first one getting a solid hit but the second siren missing, sending the shot harmlessly into the murky depths. The apparition seemingly unphased by the impact, floats over to the skunk and takes a swipe at the previously distracted scientist.</div> <div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) The figure swipes its ghostly claws at the beastly skunk, only for it to show even further, beyond being hit by physical bullets just a moment before, that despite appearances, its still quite affected by the physical realm as its claws bounce harmlessly off of your armored rainbow pants.</div> <div title="Pteryx" style="margin-top:2em">(Pteryx) Pteryx ain't ever been the academic sort o' lad, just spendin hours in sumone's bedroom without so much as givin 'em a handy ain't sound too fun! Other matters goin on ta wonder too much on that though! <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Not very friendly them shadow thin is! Pteryx ain't no fighter, so they oughta look fer cover! Behind them guards? Or Randel and Bleu seem ta be ready fer fightin? But then shadow critter is on Narwen with Bleu on top o' em... Welp! If them shadow critter's ain't playin nice, neiter will this mothly hyena... well, rather them others if they can do this right! They wanna attack, let's see how they deal with a riot! Takin a deep breath, Pteryx rants and raves with a boomingly loud voice! "Hey shadow critter! We ain't hit ya first but ya go fer them science skunk! And yer flood them park with them weird soup! If yer itchin ta make a mess, hope ya ain't mind gettin cleaned up with it! Bleu's armed ta the teeth and them Randel's got a lotta shiftin tricks! And I ain't think they're just gonna stand while ya do all that! So clean up on isle you!"</div> <div title="Bleu" style="margin-top:2em">(Bleu) Bleu looks down at Narwen. "Plan B? I've barely even formulated a Plan A, yet!" He holds onto the skunkbeast, and grits his teeth, staring at the monster as it makes a swipe at Narwen. "OH NO YOU DON'T! NO MORE MR. NICE GOAT!" He squeezes the trigger off his gun, popping off three rounds in quick succession, aiming for the center of the creature's mass, but not really having a good angle to aim at the moment, so he cannot be sure if he actually made contact.</div> <div title="Randel" style="margin-top:2em">(Randel) There is a feral growl as Randel taps into his form's behavior, leveraging its drive to protecting 'his pack' but still waits for the shots to be taken before attacking the interloper. Years of being shot while in the field, being mistaken as a feral, has made him acutely aware of lines of fire. There is an mean wolfish smile on his face when he hears the smack talk from the hyena. Wanting to drop this unknown thing fast, he goes all into his attack, pulling up a focused rage as he darts towards the dark figure. He is about to go for the thing's throat, but the rational part of his mind says that it might not have working anatomy given how it reacted to the bullets, and steers for center mass. Two claws aim for whatever chest the shadowy figure has, backup with a bloody minded will of removing it from this reality.</div> <div title="Narwen" style="margin-top:2em">(Narwen) Narwen shakes his head, startled for a moment that these shadowy things actually pack a physical wallop. Before he even realises what he's doing, old instincts kick in and the skunk beast roars, fur and tail puffing out. He suddenly seems much bigger, lunging forward at the apparition and swiping with one heavy forepaw, long claws slashing across the ghost to knock it off balance before his jaws close around where its neck would be with a vicious snap. He dances back after the attack, growling, body automatically starting to line up the next shot...</div> <div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) The party fights back fiercely at the ghostly figure, but each time they think that they have a sure fire hit, it gleefully dances out of the way as if to mock their every attempt. But as the guards fire at it again, it calls back to the party, "My, my, what such a delectable group you are, you should all join me inside." It giggles gleefully "Or don't it matters not because in your riotous rage you were all focused on me, you forgot to look over each other~" The shade then submerges into the depths of the pool only to pop back up a moment later, along with two more figures who were holding onto none other than Cinnabun. Then all three drag the chocolate bun over the lip of the fountain's lip and dive into it. Pteryx hears the alluring call to follow in after them, to join them in the depths of... something he can't quite make out, but he knows he wants it.</div> <div title="Pteryx" style="margin-top:2em">(Pteryx) Pteryx needs ta catch their breath after all them rantin and ravin, they could've oversold it, but they ain't no fighter ta judge how others fight too much! Them commotion might just be what they need ta look fer a spot ta duck fer cover in! If them shadow critter ain't too angry at their words ta target 'em directly anyhow! <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Seems them critter can speak! They could understand them?! Oh heck... Seein more shadow critters, they seem ta got... Them bun frum earlier?! And they're draggin 'em inta the weird soup! ...why do they think them soup is weird.. It ain't actually that weird at all! They sorta hear sumthin comin frum it, maybe there are more folk in there other than them bun! Are they missin out on sum sorta party down there?! They ain't wanna miss out on that! Maybe them bun just got their invitation in advanced! No point waitin 'round and missin all that fun! Runnin towards the fountain, they jump up, flappin their wings inta the sky! "Cannonball!" They'd yell 'fore rollin themselves in ta dive straight in!</div> <div title="Bleu" style="margin-top:2em">(Bleu) Bleu bellows out an angry yell when his shots miss, and then he has to hold on tighter as Narwen lunges at the monster. The satyr is readying another shot when the monsters speak up, and then reveal... "A HOSTAGE! GET YOUR PAWS OFF OF HIM, YOU DAMN, DIRTY...uh...Apes?" His angry retort kind of sputter out at that point. He huffs. "Nar... CHAAAAARGE!" May as well follow Pteryx to rescue Cinnabun.</div><div title="Randel" style="margin-top:2em">(Randel) Randel looks incensed by the mockery and appears to be more enraged than before, but behind those angry eyes is still a non-feral directing steering the actions. He focuses a moment on the information coming from his tactical scout hood, noting people's comms and in turn location. But when he hears that one of their own is captured, he snaps his head around see Cinnabun is being dragged, rather than moving on his own! "Fuck!" he barks. Then he sees another team mate, Pteryx apparently go crazy and jump into the goop. "Fuck, FUCK!" There is a moment of clarity in his deep growling voice as he verbally notes for some sort of record, "We've got one captured, and one influenced team mate that dove in. Giving chase. Will update on supernatural mind affects." He then points at the apparition in contempt, and shifts form again. Bones pop, and muscles tear as his body painfully reforms into a stronger wolf beast, yet his face gives no visible sign of discomfort. "You!" he howls "You will not take my pack mates!" and charges in following Narwen and Blue.</div> <div title="Narwen" style="margin-top:2em">(Narwen) The apparition's speech takes Narwen by surprise enough for the skunk beast to comes back to himself, finding he's still growling low. He shakes his head again, and does not Skunk Blast the fountain. "All right, through the portal it is. First, though--" He summons some nanite shielding for Bleu and himself, to take the edge off the next blows, just in time for the satyr to yell "charge!" Welp, charge it is: he jumps forward, forepaws plunging into the centre pool. If it's a portal, they're both going through; if it's solid, he's going to look silly.</div> <div title="Iao" style="margin-top:2em">(Iao) Diving beyond the veil the air itself starts to melt, a great darkness overwhelming the vision as all sense of up and down dissolves away. We're you falling? ARE you falling? The first to arrive was Pteryx, launched headfirst seemingly in a trance and as if expecting them, two tendrils immediately lash out from the dark to grab them by the arms. Pulling them out to the sides. Swiftly they are moved next to the already captured Cinnabun, placed in sequence alongside them. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Positioned underneath her captives Iao kneels with her hands on her lap and head bowed down in solemn silence. The silence does not last as not long after Narwen and Bleu quickly pierce the veil with Randel not far behind them. Thus, she begins to rise to her feet in an almost unnatural fashion, almost as if beginning to float. Slowly she turns to face her audience, eyes opening with a grin creeping across her face. "Call... and response. Call and response.... We may begin. Speak oh ye interlopers! That you may behold the first Acolyte, are you of covenant or apostasy?" drifting in the dark she starts to lean forwards as if laying down with her head propped up on her arms, spiraling around until she is gazing upon the crowd from a seemingly upside-down position.</div> <div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) As Iao spins around a new voice comes forth from her mouth, deep, regal, "Welcome interlopers, to my personal domain. I am, of course, Khaos, in the very state of being." The deity, for the waves of His being leaves you no doubt of that status, "You've already had the pleasure of meeting my first." A shaded arm wisps into view gesturing to Iao's form then promptly ceases to exist without fanfare, "I must ask, what brings you are here this lovely era?"</div> <div title="Pteryx" style="margin-top:2em">(Pteryx) Pteryx made the most awesome cannonball ever! How big was them splash! This sure is one deep pool though! And dark... uh... why the heck did they dive inta them weird soup fountain?! Havin already fulfilled them irresistable call to dive in, Pteryx seems ta get their senses back... little of it as there was, only ta get all four of their arms nabbed by sum sorta tendrils?! And endin right next ta Cinnabun... them bun seems knocked out though! The moth winged gets ta see the others also havin dived inta the fountain too! And sum sorta feline below 'em... Call and response? Was that sum sorta song type? <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Did them cat's voice just change? Then disappear?! Not havin their maw tied up or nuthin, Pteryx is as loud as ever! "This is yer house uh, Khaos? Not the wierdest name I've heard! Howdy! Names Pteryx! I think ya gotta plumbin problem! Yer house is like, leakin inta Woodfield Park! Think ya could like... make that stop? Sorta makin a mess! And uh, were them shadowy critters yer kids or sumthin? They gotta mean streak! Probably need ta reign 'em in!"</div> <div title="Narwen" style="margin-top:2em">(Narwen) Narwen drifts in, falling slowly and weightlessly, tumbling gently head over tail. The spin brings him down onto the ground butt-first, which is briefly disorienting for him and his rider, but with all the weight of a feather he tilts slowly forwards, Bleu still sitting "upright" on his back, until all four paws come into contact with the ground. Gravity finally reasserts itself, and he adjusts his paws a little, taking the satyr's weight easily as it returns.<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> He's about to make a smart-alec reply, when Pteryx begins jabbering, and, for once, the skunk is quite content to stand there quietly and let it flow, giving him time to reflect for a moment. "Indeed, mighty Khaos," he replies. "Things here that do not belong bring us here," he says, gesturing to the captives with a forepaw, "and things not here that belong here brought them."</div><div title="Randel" style="margin-top:2em">(Randel) The wolf's rage is derailed as he falls into the void. A void so black he can't even see his own dark furred form. Reflexively Randel shifts his fur white so to at least see himself better, which causes his suit and hood to shift white in reaction. "Well, in the pool now" he says quietly into a personal recorder in his hood, "Hard to describe. It's just... nothing. No frame of reference. Can't tell of I'm falling or not. I see the others around me too. ... wait, I hear something." As he 'floats', he hears wordless voices come from the nothingness, whispering temptations to let go of the world around him. They sound sweet at first until another part of him fights back in a panic. "Wait, no!" he says under his breath. "Not like this! It was a mistake to go in! Share notes with Nothingness, my ass!" He takes a few deep breaths as he steels his mind and tries to clinically document, "This places seems to give out a tempting call of... nothingness. To let go. That's its domain, the void, nothing, primordial chaos. Ferals and people with mental illness... should stay away from this place, as the urge to give in maybe..." He breaks down again and curses in a stifled voice, "Fuck, just shut up, will you!" His custom made hood starts to buzz slightly as it works at reinforcing his will. The hood was also made to help rein in feral behavior if he got too deep into the act, but it wasn't quite built for this.<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>
Before old feelings haunt Randel further, he gets pulled into the group, landing on his feet, and sees the source. It takes him a long moment to take in the scene, seeing Khaos' first acolyte. She seem looks familiar, but her white fur also unnerves him more than it should have. He looks down at his own white fur, which then turns gray by his will as if at least partly rejecting the temptation. He's in a realm of a god, and he knows it. There's a wince in his muzzle as one retorts back. He quietly looks at Bleu, and hopes that he's a bit more diplomatic at this than the rest. </div> <div title="Bleu" style="margin-top:2em">(Bleu) Bleu yells, "YIPPEE KAI-AY-YAY, MOTHERFUCKER!" as Narwen charges headfirst into the miasma, the satyr going in gun blazing. He finds himself in...nothing. A dark void, tumbling, tumbling. Weightless. He can't even see or feel Narwen for several moments, but he does hear faint voices, but he tries to block out the sound. Before long, he finds himself alighting in the pit, on Narwen's back, still, somehow, and faced with an apparent deity. He raises his M4 Carbine, and peers at the entity. "If you are truly a god, then you should be able to sense that I am the ordained priest of Dionysus, bearer of all privileges that post entails. You will not be able to sway me from my path." His voice is surprisingly firm, but as a gesture of goodwill he lowers his weapon.</div> <div title="Iao" style="margin-top:2em">(Iao) Iao can't help but cover her mouth, stifling a laugh as she twists and turns to face Pteryx with a knowing grin on her face. "Oh now isn't that rich... that we may just stop because the apostates cry it so?" twisting back to face the group in but a blink of the idea she appears uncomfortably close to Narwen's ear only to whisper to them, "And who made you arbiter of what belongs where?" and as quickly as she appears, Iao appears right at Pteryx's side to caress their head turning her attention to Bleu. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>"How uncouth! Rude even! Oh poor interloper... you come bearing demands and no gifts in return? Do you perhaps think your title grandiose?" she shakes her head as she turns back to face Pteryx, floating over to Cinnabun and giving their top of their head a quick pat. "In due time the devil collects his dues... hehe, though we be not devils the lithurgy begins. You felt it didn't you?" she narrows her gaze as her eyes fall upon Randel in particular. "Don't you..." her grin would turn vicious then, showing off her sharp fangs. "The covenant gathers, and you deny it's call. You shoot our children and yet it is I who needs to be reigned in?" </div> <div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) Iao's presence dims after she taunts the bound hyena, The mutitextured tendrils squeeze a little tighter binding Pteryx a bit more snuggly against the wall pressing the four armed hyena up against another at the moment your tongue leaves your mouth forcing you to lick the unwitnessible wall, almost as if to say 'The adults are talking. Try to keep up.' Khaos' presence focuses on Narwen, "Who is to say here does not belong there? Who can claim that there should not belong hither. There are others who have claimed there and brought themselves from other to there and yet I do not here your contention for them no?" Khoas is amused by the record keeping efforts of the white wolf, and permits himself a single chuckle upon your internal hopes. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Khoas turns to the little satyr, "So, a son of Dionysius comes to visit. How is my Great Grandson doing anyway? Is he keeping out of trouble, or is trouble keeping out of him?" Khaos gives the little satyr a smile, and most eager for one of his direct descendant's response.</div> <div title="Pteryx" style="margin-top:2em">(Pteryx) Pteryx gets ta watch all them others fall in frum the... where are they even hangin frum? Nearly all o' em seem ta try chattin up them Khaos feller... 'xept Randel, was them shifter a wolf beast earlier? Looks like they're goin through sum stuff! <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Them cat below seems ta be starin at the mothly mutant! "I got no idea what an apostate is!" Is purdy much all they can say 'fore the shade of a cat appears beside Narwen! How the heck did that... Before Pteryx could even comprehend what they just saw, they feel their head gettin caressed? How the heck can sumone move so fast?! <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>They listen ta chatter 'fore gettin a quick pat on their head frum the shade cat. Guess those were their kids then? Pteryx would say, "They hit f..." 'fore their mind actually catches up with their maw... The guards did shoot first... Welp, can't use that! <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Not that they can say much after as them tendrils tighten 'round them! Their tongue seems ta be lickin... sumthin... nothin? Whatever they're lickin, they can't speak with it in that state! So guess all they can do is listen...</div><div title="Narwen" style="margin-top:2em">(Narwen) Narwen flicks an ear uncomfortably as the cat appears next to him, addressing her this time. "You've called us interlopers twice. And mighty Khaos has called us interlopers too," he continues, now addressing both. "Three times it's been said we don't belong here. I, of course, would not dream of denying the truth of that." He pauses for a moment. "But mighty Khaos is right, of course, that others have come from other to there. Some of those others, I have met." Another little pause. "They seemed to value some of what the world out there has, these little flecks of power." He dips his head into a saddlebag and pulls out a vial that sparkles and glows in the darkness, shedding a scintillating light that stands out in here. "An offering, freely given. As I have before with some of those others," he says, lowering the vial and setting it rolling across the floor with a tinkle.</div> <div title="Randel" style="margin-top:2em">(Randel) Randel isn't unfamiliar with being the prey when given a mean grin toothy grin and stand firm against the taunt. Years of work with Zephyr to document ferals first hand has put him on both sides of the predictor and prey dynamic and got used to, for lack of better term, being used. But this time is different. It feels like the first days of P-Day, it feels like he could lose some of himself, again, here. "You being you" he says quietly to himself, but feeling it will still be heard anyway, "You know why I want to deny it." and hopes that the 'Dionysius diplomat' can resolve things. His mind goes through what to do next, looking at his own claws is if about to do something. He summons up his feral impulses, hyping himself up about 'his pack' and his 'protective rage', and is about to say something... but it goes flat. He even thinks to shift back to human, but he doesn't want to let go of the distraction of a Fairhaven form and face this as his more true self. He is stuck, staring at... nothing. For years, after being jaded and hollowed out by his job, he was afraid of nothing, but besides maybe himself. Now, his afraid of Nothingness. He holds his head with a claw as he shakes his head, backing away from the group as something starts to shift. Shortly after, it smells like something has died, like me maybe has died. The wolf is looking more aged and whithered as his feelings are manifesting into physical in this place.<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>
"They want more than that." The old looking wolf says after seeing a glowing vial being offered, "It's clear they want... followers." He looks up and asks, "What would it take to keep your apeiron from pouring into our realm. If the mutual intrusion doesn't stop, it could ruin both our realms. If it is that stuff, fine, we know how to get more. If it is something more... well..." He winces again, as if in pain, but leaves the obvious unspoken.</div> <div title="Bleu" style="margin-top:2em">(Bleu) Bleu lifts his gun again as Iao teleports to right beside Narwen, and then when Khaos addresses him directly, he shakes his head. "Your flattery won't sway me," he declares resolutely. The satyr seems to be the only one here not remotely being influenced by whatever weird atmosphere the chaotic deity is cultivating. "Dionysus is as debauched and drunken as ever, but he also does not take pleasure in chaos and psychological torment. He's nothing like you. You don't frighten me, and I won't succumb to you, so I find myself at something of an impasse here." He looks over at Randel, and frowns. "Are you doing that to him?" he asks Khaos.</div> <div title="Iao" style="margin-top:2em">(Iao) Iao closes her eyes as if in contemplation and solemnly speaks, "You call it torment... has the apple fallen so far from the tree? The roots dig deeper than you know..." her pose stiffens as she points an accusatory finger at Natwen. "And an interloper you are! Times, places, intentions. Do you deny the truth of their significance? Does the clergy deny the bearer of the torch? I see that flame burns with a desire to burn us down. Thus you are labeled, a recusant for your actions." she raises up her arms to smuggly shrug and shake her head then only to bend down and accept the tithe. "But alas forgiving I am willing to be for I may be the first but I shall not be the only acolyte." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>She suddenly warps ahead, just behind Randel to whisper to them. "You are afraid of what we represent..." she would then raise her voice to address both Bleu and Randel. "It would not bring ruin to both our worlds, you fear collapse? Are you so blind to see that this is always how it ends. We end as we began. This is who you are... beneath your skin and under your breath." she seems to grasp up a handful of Apeiron from the dark that oozes from between her fingers. "All as one, one to make them all. Do you not see the beauty in it? To return your souls to that which bore you, an everlasting darkness, an eternal dream. Think of what you could want and who you want to be? It is not too late dreamers... I'll allow you to renounce this apostasy and join us."</div> <div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) Khaos' eyes alight when the glowing vial rolls over the aether, its focus is rather taken in by this sparkling mako, sushing its own, or rather Iao's mouth as those eyes stares transfixed upon it. After several moments of internal contemplation, Khoas' voice returns, "This substance, this ... mako. It is beyond priceless. And you would just simply gift it to me?" Turning to Randel, "You are implying that followers would simply come to me and gift me this delightful ... trinkets? Freely and willingly?" Khoas returns to silence once again, as if thinking of countless different possibilities. "Of course, that is why the Others all remain here..." The shade's eyes dance to and fro. This all fit well into his future plans. Khaos was eternal, true, but this, this changed several things. "Would you tell others of this place? To let them know that they too could be welcomed into this aether. To join themselves into the Void, and to bring a tithe so that they too can experience all that it has to offer?"</div><div title="Pteryx" style="margin-top:2em">(Pteryx) Pteryx can't do much but listen right now, but a lot of them words are just too confusin fer 'em! They can see sum real shiny vials bein given by them science skunk, and them shifter really goin through thins, and a mention of... followers? That's what them Khaos feller wants? Or what Randel thinks they want? Them Bleu seems standin firm on... sumthin. Golly, not bein able to move yer hands or chatter gets borin! Well, they're already in here, so Pteryx may as well ponder a whole lotta distractin thoughts! These tendrils sure are tight, can these be used fer like, bondage? Is them weird black soup sorta like water? If them whole ocean was filled with the stuff, how would beach days go? And if them Khaos feller was on that beach, would they be wearin a bikini? A speedo? A wetsuit? Wet... is this weird soup wet? Soup... what did they have fer lunch earlier? Lunch! What would make a good lunch, tacos? Tacos! Could they use this weird soup as a sauce fer tacos? The weird soup is sorta borin though. And just all black? What if it was orange! Or blue, or pink! There's so much more ya can do with differences than all this monochrome black! If only it could turn inta sumthin else... Do any of these thoughts matter? Probably not! Just Pteryx's mind no longer havin ta worry 'bout gettin distracted, so they freely let their mind wander anywhere and everywhere! Not like they can say much of these aloud! And it ain't like anyone can read their thoughts either! <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>They still ain't got a clue how them shade cat moves so fast, but whatever then science skunk offered seems ta have worked! Are these tendrils gonna let 'em go anytime soon now?</div> <div title="Narwen" style="margin-top:2em">(Narwen) "Freely and willingly," echoes Narwen. "It pleases me that it pleases you, mighty Khaos. Perhaps others might come and offer the same, if they were able to come freely," he continues, looking pointedly at Pteryx and putting emphasis on the words, "and willingly."</div> <div title="Randel" style="margin-top:2em">(Randel) "It's too soon." the aged white wolf says quietly in response to Iao as he slowly sits and puts his arms on his knees, "I don't want to go... I don't want be apart of the void... but yet..." He looks up at Khaos with melancholic eyes when addressed, and says "As you likely heard from my log, there would be people that would find your offering... very tempting... Some not realizing what they'd be getting into, but be willing and happy none the less." He winces again, with a tear soaking the fur around his eyes and admits, "I don't like the idea of sending people into the void, but I have to fill a report. I have to tell others. And those others will likely spread the news to more, even with the warnings I'm obligated to do as a doctor. Word about you will spread, one way or another... and partly by my hands, as well as Zephyr's and RSX'." He pauses for a moment and asks, almost in a desperate tone, "Please tell me there is more to this than black-nothingness. It's said things come from here, yet I really don't see it."</div> <div title="Bleu" style="margin-top:2em">(Bleu) Bleu is less inclined to be offering any presents, considering his own affiliation, but at least he lowers his gun again. "Okay, okay, if you're willing to accept that Mako as compensation, *and free Pteryx,* then I'm willing to leave and offer no further interference to your little pocket dimension. But you gotta stop mucking up the park, too, yeah?"</div> <div title="Iao" style="margin-top:2em">(Iao) Iao's smug and almost gleeful demeanor instantly shatters as Pteryx's thoughts start to manifest, a pink bikini and speedo combo forming onto her. Immediately she flies into a rage, dashing up to Pteryx practically shrieking, "H-how dare you!" out to the crowd and she frantically begins to claw and tear at the imagined clothing shredding it just into inky apeiron. Flexing her digits she would summon her void claws onto her right hand and brings one claw within inches of Pteryx's neck. "Sacrilege! Heresy!" she snarls with her face practically turning red and the air near her face seeming to steam. "Which one of you... y-y-ypu perverts! Would dream of a deity in such filth!" <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>With a huff she shoves off and turns away, snapping her fingers seemingly vanishing where she mutters. "Khaos... my lord you cannot be serious accepting these heathens... look at how they would defile us. Defile ME! Your most loyal of servants, the most devout! Are you not content to devour what is rightly ours? Bargaining? Am I not enough for you? I know you are strong enough to beat them... that I am strong enough. So why?" and after her brief deliberations she snaps and reappears only to glare down at the crowd, and especially at Randel. "At any rate it isn't soon enough it seems... ahem. SOME of us are a bit more imagninative than thou."</div> <div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) Khaos was amenable to these requests and demands so long as this mako was freely given and the ranks of followers filled with those eager to experience all that the Void had to offer. As these things were all considered, until bikini appeared. Khaos was even a tad surprised that the strength of Iao's response, and let her vent her righteous anger out. Several shade arms patted over her head just out of sight, as well as a taco that came out of the aether and was rapidly flung into Pteryx's torso just as he was released from the tendril's bondage. Sending the hyena off into the distance... the same direction they had all appeared from. Tisking, Khaos replies to Iao, "You are very much my treasured follower, and while true you are more than enough for me, we must look towards the future, my first one. Do you not wish to have those that would follow you as well?" Khaos turned back to the party returning to view. "Go forth, and let others know of where they can join us. Take your chocolate companion with you, for the other will find that the apeiron will cushion his fall back in your reality, it will flow into your realm, no more."</div><div title="Pteryx" style="margin-top:2em">(Pteryx) Pteryx is just losin themselves ta their own imagination and loose train o' thoughts 'fore they notice them science skunk remember they were here! And them Cinnabun's still knocked unconscience. They probably needs a gurney fer that one, if only they brought one in... but they ain't think they could've done a big cannonball carryin one of those around! They should ask the guards if they made a big splash with the weird soup when they get out! Would be easier if them tendrils were balloon animals instead of whatever these are though! <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Oh golly them shifter is really goin through stuff! With tears and everythin! Is Bleu tryin ta bargain fer 'em! Neato burrito! If that works they'd probably owe them a real big favour! Hopefully a sex favour! Or they risk gettin trapped in them satyr's room... only fer them hist orally lesson thin... Pteryx ain't good at lessons, not at all! <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Seems Pteryx's overactive imagination did have sum consequences... The sheer rage and loudness of them shade cat's voice finally strikes sum sorta fear inta the mothly hyena! Them shadecat is armed too... with claws that could've sliced their neck inta ribbons! A red and steaminly angry Luckily, it seems that wasn't followed through... but them shadecat snapped their fingers and vanished... did they blink ta sumwhere else again? Another frum Pteryx's imagination strikes them, a taco! And their freedom! If only they got a gurney and... maybe a ladder to grab them Cinnabun too... With their tongue free now though... they could uh... Wherever them two in one shade cat is, they holler out, "Not a fan of beach wear then! What 'bout uh, overalls? Goth stuff... fancy dresses? A goth dress? Can... can anythin I think up turn inta sumthin in here? ...ain't got a clue what one of yer followers would do, probably not gonna get ta understandin it too much, but if it gets me a ladder and a gurney and probably sum ice packs ta get them Cinnabun outta here! Uh... what did ya ask fer... shiny vials?" Rifflin through their oversized first aid kit... maybe they got sum of those to offer...</div> <div title="Narwen" style="margin-top:2em">(Narwen) "... a small price to pay for a life," says Narwen a few minutes later, as they pad back towards the camp. "I mean, what better use is there?" He steps carefully over the sandbags once more, the goop already ebbing, before stopping to let Bleu down. "She was crazy, but I didn't want her to die."</div> <div title="Bleu" style="margin-top:2em">(Bleu) Bleu lowers his gun, when the deal is done. "I leave your domain," he says solemnly, letting Narwen to carry him away. Once back in the real world, the satyr lets himself down. "Thank you for helping me not over-exert myself, man."</div> <div title="Randel" style="margin-top:2em">(Randel) Randel blinks in amazement when his last question gets answer, and in an ironically chaotic way at that. He can't help but chuckle when seeing Iao humbled by the realm's own powers being unwittingly used on her. The stink of his emotions starts to lift and his advanced decrepit age regresses as both his mood improves and starts to realize the nature of the place. "You clearly haven't seen the Internet back when it was up. Talk about chaotic and perverted." He starts to see more thing happening when the overactive imagination of Pteryx starts kicking in. He manifests a bucket of popcorn and watches as the series of wild ideas come to form. "Ok, maybe this place isn't as bad after all..." he says to himself, before telling the others, "I'll catch up with you guys. Got some research and... huh, some soul searching to do. The real world can wait."</div> <div title="Iao" style="margin-top:2em">(Iao) Iao is evidently frustrated by this outcome and huffs even when she's pat only to chirp back to her patron. "B-but... yes that sounds good... we were doing so well though. Do I rally the troops then?" she seems to get lost in thought watching as most of the group starts to take their leave with an ice cold glare of a predator until only her and Randel remain. "You... we're not done here, I assure you of that. If it is soul searching you want, it is soul searching you will have. Leave this place, you are not welcome..." and she begrudgingly looks away and grits her teeth as she sputters out, "For now...." training her gaze back on them she furrows her brow and adds in. "You'll be hearing from me. We're not done here." and with the snap of her fingers, she was gone though a strange air suggests she's still lingering to see out any unwanted guests.</div>[[Category:RPLogs]]

Dark Descent - RPLOG

2026-07-23T15:55:40Z

Waconet: /* Log */

=Participants=
* [[Bleu]]
* [[Iao]]
* [[Narwen]]
* [[Pteryx]]
* [[Randel]]
* [[Waconet]]
=Date=
22/7/2026
=Log=
<div></div><div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) As each one of you approaches the location described in the job posting, you see that a field HQ tent has been setup on the outskirts of the park, which the normally green and open public space is now surrounded with a hastily setup sandbag barricade that is keeping some sort of dark pool held at bay. The tent entrance is flanked by two siren guards dressed in the standard uniform of Woodfield Security. After checking your IDs they usher you inside to a collection of chairs and a few pads for any larger or feral formed agents to lay down upon for the briefing. The guards mention that their leading officer will be with them momentarily, allowing the group to settle in before the briefing.</div> <div title="Narwen" style="margin-top:2em"> (Narwen) Narwen pads in on all fours, twin striped tails drifting behind him. The large skunk beast is, as ever, wearing a pair of eye-wateringly shiny rainbow shorts, but for once has complemented it with some -- well, let's face it, it's barding, with a very Fairhaven mix of leather and titanium. He shifts in it, a little uncomfortable: he pretty clearly hasn't worn it for a while, and is out of the habit. Between that and the saddlebags of gear, he looks like he has come at least somewhat prepared. Once the guard has checked the ID that dangles from a lanyard around his neck, he squeezes through the tent entranceway and settles down on one of the pads.</div> <div title="Pteryx" style="margin-top:2em">(Pteryx) A moth winged hyena man donning an EMS uniform looks 'round them situation of the park. Dark pool o' sumthin' leaking, they ain't sure what, they ain't no plumber! ID checked and ushered ta sum chairs, Pteryx is quick ta take a seat and leave a heavy med kit on another 'fore bein' briefed on whatever them dark pool's 'bout!</div> <div title="Randel" style="margin-top:2em">(Randel) In the distance, a dark winged figure can be seen flying towards the field HQ from the RSX heli-pad. It doesn't take long for it to arrive, appearing as black anthro dragon on two huge membrane wings. Landing near by, he looks himself over and pulls out a Zephyr branded lab coat. As he walks to the tent he sheds his fearsome draconic form and becomes human. He's almost six feet tall, with thin fit and trim build, short blondish-brown hair, fair completion, a respectable male jaw line, clean shaven, and hazel eyes. When at the tent he adjusts his Zephyr ID badge on his coat chest, which sports five portraits of him in various and one human portrait. Over his back, he has his equipment bag and under his coat and jean pants, he seems to be sporting some kind of skin colored body suit. If it wasn't for the entrance, he'd look like almost any other human lab tech, though Zephyr rarely has any pure human workers anymore. He shows his badge to the guards and goes to where he is directed and patiently sits.</div> <div title="Bleu" style="margin-top:2em">(Bleu) Bleu saunters up to the tent with the naked swagger of a satyr, being literally naked, like always. He is, however, wearing a lanyard around his neck, bearing his ID as a free agent for the Prometheans. The satyr came prepared, however, with a laser pistol holstered at his hip, and a crossbow attached to a belt across his chest. He's also got an M4 carbine hanging over his shoulder, just in case. He shows his ID, then says to the guards, "Y'all should know me, I'm one of the richest people in California." As they let him through, he waves a hand. "Pteryx, yo, long time, no see, man."</div> <div title="Cinnabun" style="margin-top:2em">(Cinnabun) Cinnabun makes his way towards the HQ with carrying a backpack on his back, dawning his usual uniform of just a t-shirt and a self-cooled bodysuit that covered the rest of his form up, the bunny waves towards the guards as he gets closer before raising his ID up for them to read, he then makes his way over towards the collection of chairs as he takes his pack off and places it on the ground next to his chair before plopping himself into it. The bunny glances over the congregation of mutants and offers everyone a small wave though not saying much, he didn't know anyone here after all...</div> <div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) As the group settles down inside, a sharp looking Nephilim wearing a slightly fancier Woodfield security uniform than the rank and file, modified to fit his black feathered wings, enters into the tent, his walk holds a controlled gale, full of purpose as he reaches the front of the room. His metallic gold face looks across the room as if shaping up each one of the agents individually to see if it was worth the effort to recruit such a motley band of agents all with separate allegiances to resolve this crisis. A rather large skunk walking on all fours and an admittedly rather fabulous set of pants, a four armed Hyena Mothman wearing an EMT uniform, well they'll at least be able to take care of themselves hopefully, a dragon of all beings, this should be rather helpful should things go awry, a satyr of all beings, and this one he'd heard about, a rather wealthy individual, was he trying to be a batman or something? And with a startled blink, he watches as a living chocolate bunny walks in. With a curt nod seemingly to himself he starts off the briefing. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>"Thank you all for coming on such short notice, as you maybe aware, just a week ago the fountain started spewing forth a thick black ichor which is slowly flooding the park's square, we aren't quite sure exactly what it is, but the lab coats are calling it apeiron, which they tell me is some kind of primordial soup... And not the type you'd ever want to eat. As you may have already seen as you arrived, the situation is only under the thinnest margins of control as my department has only been able to maintain security around the perimeter to allow a sandbag retaining wall to be constructed. It's holding, for now, but at the current rate of the fountain's output, it will be only a scant few days before it too will be overwhelmed. What Woodfield needs your group to do is primarily stop the flow of the fountain. And if you can find out why or how its happening, the city has authorized a significant bonus to be added onto your pay as well."</div> <div title="Narwen" style="margin-top:2em">(Narwen) Narwen waves a paw to the hyena, who is recognizable despite the lack of a Hawai'ian shirt. "Hey there, Pteryx! Been a while. Thought you'd still be in Eureka." He nods to Randel and Bleu as they come in, exchanging greetings. Cinnabun he doesn't know, but has perhaps crossed paths with in Zephyr, and exchanges a nod.<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>After the somewhat grim speech, he raises a forepaw. "What's underground? Sewers, maybe? Pipework? Old bunker for a nearby building? Is it coming from somewhere down below? You must've checked it out -- what's been found? If we cap the fountain but it just goes elsewhere, well, that may not solve the problem."</div> <div title="Pteryx" style="margin-top:2em">(Pteryx) Pteryx notices a rather familiar face! "Bleu! Fancy meetin" ya here!" Them satyr"s bare naked body is... tempting, and armed... Right... job ta do... The four armed hyena paws at their maw to wipe off any possible drool at the sight.<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> When sum sorta fancy winged fancy security uniform suited lad walks in, the mothly mutant may as well listen in on why they're here in the first place. Not too familiar with Woodfield, guess they haven"t been caught up with the situation, but now they are... sorta, they ain"t no lab coat ta know most of them stuff! A wonder pops inta their head if their webbin" could fortify them sandbag wall or not...<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> Yet another familiar lookin skunk greets "em in the tent! "Howdy science skunk! I move "round, perks o" havin wings ta fly with!"</div> <div title="Randel" style="margin-top:2em">(Randel) Randel smiles, waves, and gives a greeting to others when addressed, but then his expression goes neutral and focused as he sits and waits for the briefing. He watches the imposing angelic formed security officer walk in and listens intently at the summary. Every now and then he looks off to one side in thought, likely troubleshooting the situation and coming up with questions. He stays quiet for now, not wanting to interrupt the briefing.<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>For those sitting close to conspicuously 'pure' human, they can see his ID badge, with a two by three grid of facial portraits. Human, latex fox, wolf, lion, the dragon form he was when flying in, and lizard. Odds are this Nanite Adept can turn into other forms, but those are likely his most common. Psych. is listed for his department, with the name "Randel of Zephyr" above the department.</div> <div title="Bleu" style="margin-top:2em">(Bleu) Bleu nods to Pteryx and tosses a two-fingered salute. "Easy, Tiger, you jump my bones later..." He winks. Then turns his attention to Randel, who looks familiar. He could swear he's met this human before. The satyr shrugs, and finds a place to sit. Next, he looks up as the nephilim comes in and he listens. "Black goop, huh? Sounds sorta familiar, actually..."</div> <div title="Cinnabun" style="margin-top:2em">(Cinnabun) Cinnabun hums softly to himself as he listens towards the briefing before raising his hand up in the air for a moment to ask his own question, "Is it toxic? Or well...has anyone tested it I mean! Seems like the kind of thing you really don't want to put your hand in!" The bunny's ears perk up and twitch at the sound of the others conversating, and he gives Narwen a small smile in return for their acknowledgement before his brain seems to drift off as he thinks, mostly muttering to himself, "The sewers are probably the best bet like the Skunk said, Maybe follow the pipeline underground to the fountain? Could it be a special kind of slime in the sewers?"<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>The bunny pauses for a moment before looking back up towards the officer, "Oh! Have you scanned it for nanites! Maybe we could trace the issue using them? Like nanite scanning?"</div> <div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) Turning towards Narwen, his name tag no longer being whited out by the overhead LED lights showing his name and rank as Captain Eden. "The original plans for the park from the old city archives reveal that nothing besides the underground irrigation system was ever installed there, and we've since cut off the water to the park as a precautionary measure in case it was something growing in the pipes themselves. However, the flow didn't even slow down afterwards, so we can only assume it's not related to that system." Then turning to a slightly distracted EMT, and with a near bark "What we have noticed is that there are apparitions that will appear when one is distracted. We've had a few guards find out that being inattentive or distracted tends to lure them in. So keeping focused on the task and not having wandering eyes for your fellow agents is highly recommended." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>He gives an appreciated nod to Randel as the Nephilim notices the currently human's rapt attention. He looks to Bleu and nods, "As you should, son of Dionysus, from what we gathered, this apeiron, is of Greek origin. It's some sort of primordial substance that the ancient Greeks believe was the source or origin of everything." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Then addressing the chocolate bunny in the room, "So far, we haven't been able to prove that it is anything. It stubbornly refuses to even register itself to our instruments, including nanite scanning. We can detect it's mass and volume as any other liquid, but as to what it is exactly we aren't sure. And," He pauses and leans to look out the doorway a moment, "Recruits being what they may, we've already had more than one of them drink some on a dare. We've not observed any malady or issue resulting from either contact or ingestion, but out of an abundance of caution, stick to just swimming at most."</div> <div title="Pteryx" style="margin-top:2em">(Pteryx) Pteryx's mothly wings flutter on them satyr's idea of later... but other concerns at the moment! Concerns like them nephilim, Captain Eden? Purdy much barkin' at 'em! "D-Distracted? Like, I ain't payin' attention distracted or I wanna hook up with some one distracted... both?" The hyena may as well have asked fer a clear definition!</div> <div title="Narwen" style="margin-top:2em">(Randel) "Black goop really doesn't narrow things down much." Randel says while in thought, "For example, Latex Factory back at Fairhaven has quite a bit black goop, but it isn't 'soup'... like this stuff is." He looks over at Cinnabun jumping in with his questions, nodding slightly in reaction and looking at the briefing officer when he replies. He sighs in relief that this stuff doesn't seem infectious, but looks concerned when hearing that 'things' come out when being inattentive near it, and looks over at the winged hyena with a touch of worry, and making a metal note. When hearing about how mysterious this 'apeiron' is and how impossible it is to scan, there is an unamused nod, giving the feeling of 'that figures'. "Well, that answers my concern about contamination, for now." he says, "I was worried about some sort of corruption with the mutant population if they came within contact if it. I didn't think nanites were involved, looks much like a kind of shrine to... something"<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> "The Void" the man says looking up in realization, "I see why they called it 'primordial soup'. A bit misleading, since primordial soup was something in my school text books referring to the stuff that all life came from on Earth. But... But! This is way more fundamental, more metaphysical. Nanites wish they could function on this level. It's apparently the stuff which ALL is born and comes into existence from." There is a deep sigh of disappointment as he looks down and supports his face, "Yet another cosmic horror pouring into our world from a 'space beyond space'."</div> <div title="Bleu" style="margin-top:2em">(Bleu) Bleu shakes his head. "Yer only halfway there, Mr. Randal." He raises a hand. "Ahem, Captain Eden..." He stands up from his chair. "I know I left my priestly vestments at home, but as a vested Priest of Dionysus, I have some experience on these matters. Randel here is partially correct, Apeiron is the source of all things, but he's missed something..." The satyr steps forward. "It comes from The Void. The space between spaces. The Howling, the Nothing. Some people call it Hell, but that's beside the point. The problem you've got here is that if we've got Apeiron leaking out, then Reality can leak in, as well. The hole goes both ways." He pauses, and then says, "To get past all the woo-woo supernatural stuff, this means that the space-time continuum would be unraveling. I think. I'm kinda spit-balling here, admittedly."</div> <div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) Addressing the absentminded EMT, Eden speaks authoritatively, "Any sort of distraction, or the wandering of the mind will draw these apparitions to you, keeping focused on the task at hand will prevent an attack by them. Keep your eyes forward and your mind sharp."<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> As the Nephilim listens to both Randel's and Bleu's explaination as to what they've unraveled of this mystery. He pauses for a moment to digest this new information. "So if this stuff is coming into our reality, and its coming from this void, that would mean that something in this void has changed and would need to be unchanged or fixed so that it no longer leaks here." He looks at the group, "Do you think your group here has the gumption to see this through? Can you stop the Void from leaking?"</div> <div title="Narwen" style="margin-top:2em">(Narwen) Narwen has a distinctly skeptical look when talk of The Void and primordial matter and ancient Greek mysticism is flying back and forth, but when the space-time continuum is mentioned he perks up. Those are at least words that have a meaning, even if the meaning is being abused. "You know," he says, mostly to himself, "we can actually test for that. A distortion in spacetime is gravity: that just needs a pendulum. Spacetime leaching away... that would break things more fundamentally. But we can-- I'm going to need evenly machined plates with a prime number of holes drilled in them, on a spindle, in a vacuum..." He's already breaking out his pack and rummaging for parts. It's gonna take a little while, but he may be able to cobble something together to test for that, point to the locus of the tear.</div> <div title="Pteryx" style="margin-top:2em">(Pteryx) Pteryx has an expression o' total confusion on their muzzle as them Randel spouts his smart talk! They sure ain't got much clue on that sorta stuff! Primordial soup? Sure sounds like one fancy soup! Does it come in cans? What they do catch is this soup is better than nanites! Fancy soup indeed! But also that it's a cosmic horror! ...is this park gettin flooded by soup? Weird lookin soup then! Probably not fer cannin'!<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Even more confused they look at Bleu's words... The void? Howlin'? Hell? Lotsa mystical mumbo jumbo... And it's apparently leakin' in?! Through a fountain in Woodsfield Park? <pstyle="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> Captain Eden's words puts them hyena on edge... "Apparitions?" They'd wonder aloud. Eyes forward, could do... mind sharp, "Hope ya mean sharp fer yer mind Cap, ain't got the sharpest tool in the shed up here up in this gnoggin!"</div> <div title="Randel" style="margin-top:2em">(Randel) Randel still looks a little despondent by the idea of yet another reality pouring in. He doesn't react or take offense to being corrected by someone that looks like a figure from that exact mythos. If anything, he's a little glad someone like that showed up at all at a times like this! He should be proud of the fact that he even knew any of this supernatural stuff at all since it used to be well outside of his expertise as a nanite feral researcher, until relatively recently. When mention that part of his reality is being swapped with who-knows-what on the other side, he winces, a fact that he imagined was the case but was too afraid to say aloud.<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>The man snaps out of his mood when the angelic security officer asks if the group is brave enough to handle this task and sits up in his chair again. "Well, it isn't going to fix itself, now is it?" he says with an annoyed sigh, "It isn't like I haven't walked through a tentacle filled Lovecraftian world before after, or Hell. Why not the Nothing?" He then jokes after a quiet laugh, "The Nothing, who knows, might be able to share some notes with it." He then looks right at Pteryx and said, "Just for safety sake, I'm going to keep a close eye on you... No offense."</div><div title="Bleu" style="margin-top:2em">(Bleu) Bleu looks between himself, Randel, and Pteryx, and then looks down at his laser pistol. "Well, captain, I mean, I can't make any guarantees, of course. I'm not a physicist. The fabric of space-time is torn... But I'm a priest of Dionysus, so hey, maybe I can pour a few wine libations alongside blowing the heads off any monsters we might encounter... I mean, if there are any monsters."</div> <div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) Captain Eden appears to consider his options as he mulls over the groups responses, while Pteryx's response doesn't appear to leave him hopeful, having Randel's commitment to keep an eye on the moth winged hyena does lend some credibility that this gambit might actually work, and not to mention having such a high ranking priest from a divinity who is, at least tangently, familiar with what they're all up against. "Alright, if you believe you can resolve this crisis, we'll provide what support we can from here." He says, gesturing to both the rifle armed guards as well as medical supplies that the two were starting to unload from crates. "The apparitions will be drawn to any distraction that you may have while you step into the apeiron and while we've discovered that rounds on target are surprisingly effective, they will eventually swarm forcing you to retreat, lest they completely overwhelm your team. Our scouts have reported that the apparitions will try to drag any unconscious away. We don't know where to as in each instance the team was able to fight them off, and fell back to safety with their downed comrades." And with that, Eden dismissed the party to their own plans and the objective of stopping the leak of realties. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>As the group departs from the field HQ they are now able to view the park's square in its fullest. The normally peaceful square is now bubbling over with the dark ichor flowing from the fountain. And while it is midday with the sun out, it is inexplicably darker than what feels as normal. The two siren guards stand idle, but with weapons drawn, ready to provide supporting fire should anyone find themselves distracted. The area is mostly quiet, with only the occasional sound of couriers arriving and departing with reports and directives, as well as the rare truck dropping off supplies or sand for more sandbags to be filled and added to the wall which is all that stand between them and the slow ominous rise of the dark pool. Looking over the darkened landscape, Narwen's cobbled together device starts spinning and whirring to life as the duct taped hoover starts spinning the needle and attempts to order packages with two day shipping from a defunct warehouse. But while the order fails to process, the needle does point in the direction of the fountain. Which may, or may not have been the obvious source of the dark ichor as it is jetted up and outwards from the fountain.</div> <div title="Pteryx" style="margin-top:2em">(Pteryx) Pteryx really ain't fer them front line fightin! If one of them others get hurt, maybe they could patch 'em up! But they're no stranger ta emergency situations! They're also real easy ta distract though! "Why's this place dark? Shiny sky light looks up!" A lotta guards 'round here... and whatever thingy then science skunk made is makin noises! "What was them thingy fer again science skunk?"</div> <div title="Bleu" style="margin-top:2em">(Bleu) Bleu follows the guards to the square, readying his M4 Carbine, and looking around, with his ears perked as he listens for any unusual ambient sounds. "Yeah, Pteryx, I'm not exactly a fan of the darkness. Honestly, I should probably be more careful, in my condition, and not go in guns blazin'."</div> <div title="Randel" style="margin-top:2em">(Randel) As the group heads to the fountain, Randel starts to get ready as best as as he can. He puts on a very durable collar on his neck and takes the ID badge from his lab coat and clips it onto his collar. He then takes off his lab coat and puts it in his equipment back, followed by his baggy jean pants. In the process of disrobing his form shifts to that of a wolf. Not a particularly muscular wolf anthro, but a young good looking one, on par with native Fairhaven forms. He looks almost naked as his body suit shifts to match his fur color and texture, on top of his assets showing. Though, to some he very well could! Out of reflex he summons up his Nanomagic to create an illusion around himself, one that seems to best fit what the onlooker expects to sees. There is a feral look about his furry and muzzled face, but that fades as his claim demeanor comes back.</div> <div title="Narwen" style="margin-top:2em">(Narwen) Narwen , gizmo balanced on his broad back, pads towards the sandbag wall and peers over it. "RSX security are great for beating up ferals and setting up perimeters, but I wouldn't trust 'em to solve a quadratic equation, let alone analyse a spatial anomaly. When they said black goo, I just assumed slimes had backed the sewers up again. But this is for real," he continues, gesturing at his device as though that made it obvious. "Spacetime isn't closed, and there's a, uh, discontinuity in the fountain. How to fix it, though?" He shakes his head. "I'm gonna go out on a limb and say it's a magical problem, and that it's going to need a magical solution. If there's a portal in there, are we closing it? Going through it?" He absently takes out a specimen jar and begins fiddling with it, but is defeated by the childproof cap.</div> <div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) The two siren guards from before are still posted nearby and are ready to provide any amount of support they can, if the amount of support is that of taking shots at any apparitions that appear nearby. The captain did say that they were effective at that so, the group should be fine. Probably. Bleu's caution is well rewarded, as with anyone examining him carefully would see he's about a week away from being due, and would probably need some help getting over the barrier anyway. The two siren guards take a glance over at the transforming Randel, but promptly disregard what they are seeing. That's not the wolf boy they are looking for anyway. The specimen jar sits within Narwen's paws idly, as if stubbornly refusing to open due to the money that the science skunk owes it for the last sample he used it for. The pool idly sits by as the fountain looms darkly ahead in the square. No anomalies in sight at the moment, but there's always the chance of a surprise.</div><div title="Pteryx" style="margin-top:2em">(Pteryx) Pteryx thinks all them Bleu's money can sure buy 'em a lotta weapons! "Purdy hard ta see in them dark!" It would be real inconvenient ta try stitchin or bandagin folk in the dark! But always good ta have a flashlight! Speakin o' flash though, them shifter starts ta disrobe?! The moth winged hyena can't help but stare at the sight 'fore seein Randel turn inta sum sorta wolf form... purdy easy on the eyes a form at that! Quite a view ta appreciate! <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Pteryx just looks completely confused at whatever them words the science skunk is sayin, they ain't smart 'nough ta comprehend all that! But magic solution fer magic problem makes sense! Shame they ain't know magic! Actual magic anyhow! Hmm, turnin ta them guards, they may as well wonder! "Any of them medical supply thins ya can spare fer whatever sorta trip we're doin? Ain't sure where are how we're s'pose ta go... sumwhere, though! But luck favours them prepared!"</div> <div title="Bleu" style="margin-top:2em">(Bleu) "Fortune favours the bold," Bleu replies to Pteryx. "You're better read than I expected. Pliny the Elder famously uttered those words as he stood on the beach at Misenum, facing the full fury of the exploding Mt. Vesuvius, in 79 AD." The satyr ahems. "Sorry, I was a history major in college. ANYWAY." He checks his gun, then peers over the sandbags. "Can I get a little help over here?"</div> <div title="Randel" style="margin-top:2em">(Randel) The somehow not all that interesting and plain looking wolf boy walks up to pool with focus, starring into the inky abyss-like goo. "So this is how we enter?" he asks as he tests the goo with a claw-like hand, "I guess I'm ready when others are. I'll hold back a bit just in cause someone loses focus." His ears swivel back, listen for the rest of his team as he keeps an eye on the goo, and has claw-like hands open and looking to tear into something.</div> <div title="Narwen" style="margin-top:2em">(Narwen) Narwen looks at the strange black substance with some trepidation as Bleu clacks up beside him. "We're going to end up in that, aren't we?" he mutters. "Ah dammit." He can't lend the heavily pregnant satyr a hand, but he can carry him: Narwen lowers himself loaf-style while Bleu slides on board next to the gizmo, then gets back to his feet and steps easily across the barrier, giving an extra little high-step as his hind legs go over. Once they're in, the skunk beast sloshes his way through the viscous liquid, shivering in discomfort as the fur at his ankles gets tugged at. "Well, let's at least try the obvious thing first, in case this is the one time it works," he says as they approach the fountain. "Brace yourself, nanite density's going to drop."</div> <div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) Pteryx starts to see something rather interesting happening with Randel, but is oddly confused, and realizes that there's nothing interesting about the transforming naked wolf boy, even before Randel mentioned that he's not interesting to look at, as the wolf's illusion nanomagic seems to take perfect hold of Pteryx's sight. Randel's proverbial testing of the water reveals that the temperature doesn't quite register. It's not ambient with the air, and yet, not hot or cold either. It's as if the temperature just doesn't seem to exist or matter within it. It's not uncomfortable, it... just /is/. As Bleu straddles upon his new noble skunk steed, the unsettling effect of nanite depletion his the center of the fountain, it sputters for a moment, but the flow returns to its previous normal rate, as if not a product of the local nanite bubble. But as you step into the pool, the errant thought of what it would be like to actually have Bleu ride on top of you at an actual pony show? <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>And with that bit of distraction, a single apparition appears before the group.</div> <div title="Pteryx" style="margin-top:2em">(Pteryx) Pteryx ain't got a clue what them Bleu meant! "Just hear folk say that a LOT when workin with emergeny situations, sorta ma job ta help with them sorta situations! Folk that're prepared ain't need as much fixin as folk that weren't! Ain't sure... whatever them hist tree stuff is!" <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Wonderin ta how they would enter with them wolf boy wonderin 'round, the hyena gets an answer quick enough as them science skunk gets mounted by Bleu! Not the usual sorta mounted they think of! Less sex mountin more transportin mountin! <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Them Randel wasn't that interestin a view after all! But what would be is sum sorta... shadowy thin? The mothly hyena ain't really sure what ta make of it? "Huh, where'd ya come frum feller? Ya uh, lost or sumthin? Is this fountain like yer home? Sorta makin a mess of them park with it leakin! Ya need a plumber or sumthin?"</div> <div title="Bleu" style="margin-top:2em">(Bleu) Bleu settles onto Narwen's back, with a chuckle. "Hey, thanks, dude. I wasn't sure how I was gonna waddle over that there sandbag barrier." He gets comfortable, then peers back at Pteryx. "One of these days I'm gonna lock you in my bedroom and spend hours teaching you hist-o-ry. No sex, just a LOOOONG history lesson. With a slide projector..." Is he joking? But there's no time to care about that now, because suddenly a weird...thing, appears, and all at once the satyr readies his M4 Carbine. "We gotta hostile!" He points the weapon at the apparition, finger on the trigger. "Should I shoot?" He looks over toward Randel. "Any suggestions?"</div> <div title="Randel" style="margin-top:2em">(Randel) Randel keeps watch of the goo as he listens to the rest of his team enter. However his ears perk up when hearing something about nanite density going down and then makes a very uncomfortable grunt, as if splashed with a cold glass of water. "Fuck-" he growls under his breath, "It's magic, not nanites." His illusion collapses and shows him as he is, a good looking, but very much covered wolf anthro with a hoody of sorts. He glances around to see how the entery is going, but then sees a shadowy figure form. He then growls and moves to intercept it, making note to not get into the line of fire of the two guards. As he gets into position, he hears the satyr shout out the warning. "I'll pounce as soon as you shoot! Shoot if it acts hostile." he barks, squatting down and getting ready to leap.</div> <div title="Narwen" style="margin-top:2em">(Narwen) Narwen shivers as an intrusive thought runs through his mind, then shakes it off to focus on the nanomagic. It doesn't seem to be helping, sadly, and it's probably not a good idea to suppress the team's nanite powers and healing if there's trouble coming -- not to mention, it's uncomfortable as heck -- so after waiting a few more seconds he shuts it off again. "All right, plan B!" he calls, then turns his head back to Bleu. "You got a plan B?" He takes a couple of cautious steps, putting his forepaws into the basin of the fountain, while circling away from the spectre.</div><div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) As the group considers their actions, and Randel rallying the guards with an order, the two sirens readied their rifles and the moment Narwen stepped clear of the shadowy figure, they both opened fire on it. The first one getting a solid hit but the second siren missing, sending the shot harmlessly into the murky depths. The apparition seemingly unphased by the impact, floats over to the skunk and takes a swipe at the previously distracted scientist.</div> <div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) The figure swipes its ghostly claws at the beastly skunk, only for it to show even further, beyond being hit by physical bullets just a moment before, that despite appearances, its still quite affected by the physical realm as its claws bounce harmlessly off of your armored rainbow pants.</div> <div title="Pteryx" style="margin-top:2em">(Pteryx) Pteryx ain't ever been the academic sort o' lad, just spendin hours in sumone's bedroom without so much as givin 'em a handy ain't sound too fun! Other matters goin on ta wonder too much on that though! <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Not very friendly them shadow thin is! Pteryx ain't no fighter, so they oughta look fer cover! Behind them guards? Or Randel and Bleu seem ta be ready fer fightin? But then shadow critter is on Narwen with Bleu on top o' em... Welp! If them shadow critter's ain't playin nice, neiter will this mothly hyena... well, rather them others if they can do this right! They wanna attack, let's see how they deal with a riot! Takin a deep breath, Pteryx rants and raves with a boomingly loud voice! "Hey shadow critter! We ain't hit ya first but ya go fer them science skunk! And yer flood them park with them weird soup! If yer itchin ta make a mess, hope ya ain't mind gettin cleaned up with it! Bleu's armed ta the teeth and them Randel's got a lotta shiftin tricks! And I ain't think they're just gonna stand while ya do all that! So clean up on isle you!"</div> <div title="Bleu" style="margin-top:2em">(Bleu) Bleu looks down at Narwen. "Plan B? I've barely even formulated a Plan A, yet!" He holds onto the skunkbeast, and grits his teeth, staring at the monster as it makes a swipe at Narwen. "OH NO YOU DON'T! NO MORE MR. NICE GOAT!" He squeezes the trigger off his gun, popping off three rounds in quick succession, aiming for the center of the creature's mass, but not really having a good angle to aim at the moment, so he cannot be sure if he actually made contact.</div> <div title="Randel" style="margin-top:2em">(Randel) There is a feral growl as Randel taps into his form's behavior, leveraging its drive to protecting 'his pack' but still waits for the shots to be taken before attacking the interloper. Years of being shot while in the field, being mistaken as a feral, has made him acutely aware of lines of fire. There is an mean wolfish smile on his face when he hears the smack talk from the hyena. Wanting to drop this unknown thing fast, he goes all into his attack, pulling up a focused rage as he darts towards the dark figure. He is about to go for the thing's throat, but the rational part of his mind says that it might not have working anatomy given how it reacted to the bullets, and steers for center mass. Two claws aim for whatever chest the shadowy figure has, backup with a bloody minded will of removing it from this reality.</div> <div title="Narwen" style="margin-top:2em">(Narwen) Narwen shakes his head, startled for a moment that these shadowy things actually pack a physical wallop. Before he even realises what he's doing, old instincts kick in and the skunk beast roars, fur and tail puffing out. He suddenly seems much bigger, lunging forward at the apparition and swiping with one heavy forepaw, long claws slashing across the ghost to knock it off balance before his jaws close around where its neck would be with a vicious snap. He dances back after the attack, growling, body automatically starting to line up the next shot...</div> <div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) The party fights back fiercely at the ghostly figure, but each time they think that they have a sure fire hit, it gleefully dances out of the way as if to mock their every attempt. But as the guards fire at it again, it calls back to the party, "My, my, what such a delectable group you are, you should all join me inside." It giggles gleefully "Or don't it matters not because in your riotous rage you were all focused on me, you forgot to look over each other~" The shade then submerges into the depths of the pool only to pop back up a moment later, along with two more figures who were holding onto none other than Cinnabun. Then all three drag the chocolate bun over the lip of the fountain's lip and dive into it. Pteryx hears the alluring call to follow in after them, to join them in the depths of... something he can't quite make out, but he knows he wants it.</div> <div title="Pteryx" style="margin-top:2em">(Pteryx) Pteryx needs ta catch their breath after all them rantin and ravin, they could've oversold it, but they ain't no fighter ta judge how others fight too much! Them commotion might just be what they need ta look fer a spot ta duck fer cover in! If them shadow critter ain't too angry at their words ta target 'em directly anyhow! <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Seems them critter can speak! They could understand them?! Oh heck... Seein more shadow critters, they seem ta got... Them bun frum earlier?! And they're draggin 'em inta the weird soup! ...why do they think them soup is weird.. It ain't actually that weird at all! They sorta hear sumthin comin frum it, maybe there are more folk in there other than them bun! Are they missin out on sum sorta party down there?! They ain't wanna miss out on that! Maybe them bun just got their invitation in advanced! No point waitin 'round and missin all that fun! Runnin towards the fountain, they jump up, flappin their wings inta the sky! "Cannonball!" They'd yell 'fore rollin themselves in ta dive straight in!</div> <div title="Bleu" style="margin-top:2em">(Bleu) Bleu bellows out an angry yell when his shots miss, and then he has to hold on tighter as Narwen lunges at the monster. The satyr is readying another shot when the monsters speak up, and then reveal... "A HOSTAGE! GET YOUR PAWS OFF OF HIM, YOU DAMN, DIRTY...uh...Apes?" His angry retort kind of sputter out at that point. He huffs. "Nar... CHAAAAARGE!" May as well follow Pteryx to rescue Cinnabun.</div><div title="Randel" style="margin-top:2em">(Randel) Randel looks incensed by the mockery and appears to be more enraged than before, but behind those angry eyes is still a non-feral directing steering the actions. He focuses a moment on the information coming from his tactical scout hood, noting people's comms and in turn location. But when he hears that one of their own is captured, he snaps his head around see Cinnabun is being dragged, rather than moving on his own! "Fuck!" he barks. Then he sees another team mate, Pteryx apparently go crazy and jump into the goop. "Fuck, FUCK!" There is a moment of clarity in his deep growling voice as he verbally notes for some sort of record, "We've got one captured, and one influenced team mate that dove in. Giving chase. Will update on supernatural mind affects." He then points at the apparition in contempt, and shifts form again. Bones pop, and muscles tear as his body painfully reforms into a stronger wolf beast, yet his face gives no visible sign of discomfort. "You!" he howls "You will not take my pack mates!" and charges in following Narwen and Blue.</div> <div title="Narwen" style="margin-top:2em">(Narwen) The apparition's speech takes Narwen by surprise enough for the skunk beast to comes back to himself, finding he's still growling low. He shakes his head again, and does not Skunk Blast the fountain. "All right, through the portal it is. First, though--" He summons some nanite shielding for Bleu and himself, to take the edge off the next blows, just in time for the satyr to yell "charge!" Welp, charge it is: he jumps forward, forepaws plunging into the centre pool. If it's a portal, they're both going through; if it's solid, he's going to look silly.</div> <div title="Iao" style="margin-top:2em">(Iao) Diving beyond the veil the air itself starts to melt, a great darkness overwhelming the vision as all sense of up and down dissolves away. We're you falling? ARE you falling? The first to arrive was Pteryx, launched headfirst seemingly in a trance and as if expecting them, two tendrils immediately lash out from the dark to grab them by the arms. Pulling them out to the sides. Swiftly they are moved next to the already captured Cinnabun, placed in sequence alongside them. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Positioned underneath her captives Iao kneels with her hands on her lap and head bowed down in solemn silence. The silence does not last as not long after Narwen and Bleu quickly pierce the veil with Randel not far behind them. Thus, she begins to rise to her feet in an almost unnatural fashion, almost as if beginning to float. Slowly she turns to face her audience, eyes opening with a grin creeping across her face. "Call... and response. Call and response.... We may begin. Speak oh ye interlopers! That you may behold the first Acolyte, are you of covenant or apostasy?" drifting in the dark she starts to lean forwards as if laying down with her head propped up on her arms, spiraling around until she is gazing upon the crowd from a seemingly upside-down position.</div> <div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) As Iao spins around a new voice comes forth from her mouth, deep, regal, "Welcome interlopers, to my personal domain. I am, of course, Khaos, in the very state of being." The deity, for the waves of His being leaves you no doubt of that status, "You've already had the pleasure of meeting my first." A shaded arm wisps into view gesturing to Iao's form then promptly ceases to exist without fanfare, "I must ask, what brings you are here this lovely era?"</div> <div title="Pteryx" style="margin-top:2em">(Pteryx) Pteryx made the most awesome cannonball ever! How big was them splash! This sure is one deep pool though! And dark... uh... why the heck did they dive inta them weird soup fountain?! Havin already fulfilled them irresistable call to dive in, Pteryx seems ta get their senses back... little of it as there was, only ta get all four of their arms nabbed by sum sorta tendrils?! And endin right next ta Cinnabun... them bun seems knocked out though! The moth winged gets ta see the others also havin dived inta the fountain too! And sum sorta feline below 'em... Call and response? Was that sum sorta song type? <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Did them cat's voice just change? Then disappear?! Not havin their maw tied up or nuthin, Pteryx is as loud as ever! "This is yer house uh, Khaos? Not the wierdest name I've heard! Howdy! Names Pteryx! I think ya gotta plumbin problem! Yer house is like, leakin inta Woodfield Park! Think ya could like... make that stop? Sorta makin a mess! And uh, were them shadowy critters yer kids or sumthin? They gotta mean streak! Probably need ta reign 'em in!"</div> <div title="Narwen" style="margin-top:2em">(Narwen) Narwen drifts in, falling slowly and weightlessly, tumbling gently head over tail. The spin brings him down onto the ground butt-first, which is briefly disorienting for him and his rider, but with all the weight of a feather he tilts slowly forwards, Bleu still sitting "upright" on his back, until all four paws come into contact with the ground. Gravity finally reasserts itself, and he adjusts his paws a little, taking the satyr's weight easily as it returns.<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> He's about to make a smart-alec reply, when Pteryx begins jabbering, and, for once, the skunk is quite content to stand there quietly and let it flow, giving him time to reflect for a moment. "Indeed, mighty Khaos," he replies. "Things here that do not belong bring us here," he says, gesturing to the captives with a forepaw, "and things not here that belong here brought them."</div><div title="Randel" style="margin-top:2em">(Randel) The wolf's rage is derailed as he falls into the void. A void so black he can't even see his own dark furred form. Reflexively Randel shifts his fur white so to at least see himself better, which causes his suit and hood to shift white in reaction. "Well, in the pool now" he says quietly into a personal recorder in his hood, "Hard to describe. It's just... nothing. No frame of reference. Can't tell of I'm falling or not. I see the others around me too. ... wait, I hear something." As he 'floats', he hears wordless voices come from the nothingness, whispering temptations to let go of the world around him. They sound sweet at first until another part of him fights back in a panic. "Wait, no!" he says under his breath. "Not like this! It was a mistake to go in! Share notes with Nothingness, my ass!" He takes a few deep breaths as he steels his mind and tries to clinically document, "This places seems to give out a tempting call of... nothingness. To let go. That's its domain, the void, nothing, primordial chaos. Ferals and people with mental illness... should stay away from this place, as the urge to give in maybe..." He breaks down again and curses in a stifled voice, "Fuck, just shut up, will you!" His custom made hood starts to buzz slightly as it works at reinforcing his will. The hood was also made to help rein in feral behavior if he got too deep into the act, but it wasn't quite built for this.<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>
Before old feelings haunt Randel further, he gets pulled into the group, landing on his feet, and sees the source. It takes him a long moment to take in the scene, seeing Khaos' first acolyte. She seem looks familiar, but her white fur also unnerves him more than it should have. He looks down at his own white fur, which then turns gray by his will as if at least partly rejecting the temptation. He's in a realm of a god, and he knows it. There's a wince in his muzzle as one retorts back. He quietly looks at Bleu, and hopes that he's a bit more diplomatic at this than the rest. </div> <div title="Bleu" style="margin-top:2em">(Bleu) Bleu yells, "YIPPEE KAI-AY-YAY, MOTHERFUCKER!" as Narwen charges headfirst into the miasma, the satyr going in gun blazing. He finds himself in...nothing. A dark void, tumbling, tumbling. Weightless. He can't even see or feel Narwen for several moments, but he does hear faint voices, but he tries to block out the sound. Before long, he finds himself alighting in the pit, on Narwen's back, still, somehow, and faced with an apparent deity. He raises his M4 Carbine, and peers at the entity. "If you are truly a god, then you should be able to sense that I am the ordained priest of Dionysus, bearer of all privileges that post entails. You will not be able to sway me from my path." His voice is surprisingly firm, but as a gesture of goodwill he lowers his weapon.</div> <div title="Iao" style="margin-top:2em">(Iao) Iao can't help but cover her mouth, stifling a laugh as she twists and turns to face Pteryx with a knowing grin on her face. "Oh now isn't that rich... that we may just stop because the apostates cry it so?" twisting back to face the group in but a blink of the idea she appears uncomfortably close to Narwen's ear only to whisper to them, "And who made you arbiter of what belongs where?" and as quickly as she appears, Iao appears right at Pteryx's side to caress their head turning her attention to Bleu. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>"How uncouth! Rude even! Oh poor interloper... you come bearing demands and no gifts in return? Do you perhaps think your title grandiose?" she shakes her head as she turns back to face Pteryx, floating over to Cinnabun and giving their top of their head a quick pat. "In due time the devil collects his dues... hehe, though we be not devils the lithurgy begins. You felt it didn't you?" she narrows her gaze as her eyes fall upon Randel in particular. "Don't you..." her grin would turn vicious then, showing off her sharp fangs. "The covenant gathers, and you deny it's call. You shoot our children and yet it is I who needs to be reigned in?" </div> <div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) Iao's presence dims after she taunts the bound hyena, The mutitextured tendrils squeeze a little tighter binding Pteryx a bit more snuggly against the wall pressing the four armed hyena up against another at the moment your tongue leaves your mouth forcing you to lick the unwitnessible wall, almost as if to say 'The adults are talking. Try to keep up.' Khaos' presence focuses on Narwen, "Who is to say here does not belong there? Who can claim that there should not belong hither. There are others who have claimed there and brought themselves from other to there and yet I do not here your contention for them no?" Khoas is amused by the record keeping efforts of the white wolf, and permits himself a single chuckle upon your internal hopes. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Khoas turns to the little satyr, "So, a son of Dionysius comes to visit. How is my Great Grandson doing anyway? Is he keeping out of trouble, or is trouble keeping out of him?" Khaos gives the little satyr a smile, and most eager for one of his direct descendant's response.</div> <div title="Pteryx" style="margin-top:2em">(Pteryx) Pteryx gets ta watch all them others fall in frum the... where are they even hangin frum? Nearly all o' em seem ta try chattin up them Khaos feller... 'xept Randel, was them shifter a wolf beast earlier? Looks like they're goin through sum stuff! <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Them cat below seems ta be starin at the mothly mutant! "I got no idea what an apostate is!" Is purdy much all they can say 'fore the shade of a cat appears beside Narwen! How the heck did that... Before Pteryx could even comprehend what they just saw, they feel their head gettin caressed? How the heck can sumone move so fast?! <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>They listen ta chatter 'fore gettin a quick pat on their head frum the shade cat. Guess those were their kids then? Pteryx would say, "They hit f..." 'fore their mind actually catches up with their maw... The guards did shoot first... Welp, can't use that! <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Not that they can say much after as them tendrils tighten 'round them! Their tongue seems ta be lickin... sumthin... nothin? Whatever they're lickin, they can't speak with it in that state! So guess all they can do is listen...</div><div title="Narwen" style="margin-top:2em">(Narwen) Narwen flicks an ear uncomfortably as the cat appears next to him, addressing her this time. "You've called us interlopers twice. And mighty Khaos has called us interlopers too," he continues, now addressing both. "Three times it's been said we don't belong here. I, of course, would not dream of denying the truth of that." He pauses for a moment. "But mighty Khaos is right, of course, that others have come from other to there. Some of those others, I have met." Another little pause. "They seemed to value some of what the world out there has, these little flecks of power." He dips his head into a saddlebag and pulls out a vial that sparkles and glows in the darkness, shedding a scintillating light that stands out in here. "An offering, freely given. As I have before with some of those others," he says, lowering the vial and setting it rolling across the floor with a tinkle.</div> <div title="Randel" style="margin-top:2em">(Randel) Randel isn't unfamiliar with being the prey when given a mean grin toothy grin and stand firm against the taunt. Years of work with Zephyr to document ferals first hand has put him on both sides of the predictor and prey dynamic and got used to, for lack of better term, being used. But this time is different. It feels like the first days of P-Day, it feels like he could lose some of himself, again, here. "You being you" he says quietly to himself, but feeling it will still be heard anyway, "You know why I want to deny it." and hopes that the 'Dionysius diplomat' can resolve things. His mind goes through what to do next, looking at his own claws is if about to do something. He summons up his feral impulses, hyping himself up about 'his pack' and his 'protective rage', and is about to say something... but it goes flat. He even thinks to shift back to human, but he doesn't want to let go of the distraction of a Fairhaven form and face this as his more true self. He is stuck, staring at... nothing. For years, after being jaded and hollowed out by his job, he was afraid of nothing, but besides maybe himself. Now, his afraid of Nothingness. He holds his head with a claw as he shakes his head, backing away from the group as something starts to shift. Shortly after, it smells like something has died, like me maybe has died. The wolf is looking more aged and whithered as his feelings are manifesting into physical in this place.<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>
"They want more than that." The old looking wolf says after seeing a glowing vial being offered, "It's clear they want... followers." He looks up and asks, "What would it take to keep your apeiron from pouring into our realm. If the mutual intrusion doesn't stop, it could ruin both our realms. If it is that stuff, fine, we know how to get more. If it is something more... well..." He winces again, as if in pain, but leaves the obvious unspoken.</div> <div title="Bleu" style="margin-top:2em">(Bleu) Bleu lifts his gun again as Iao teleports to right beside Narwen, and then when Khaos addresses him directly, he shakes his head. "Your flattery won't sway me," he declares resolutely. The satyr seems to be the only one here not remotely being influenced by whatever weird atmosphere the chaotic deity is cultivating. "Dionysus is as debauched and drunken as ever, but he also does not take pleasure in chaos and psychological torment. He's nothing like you. You don't frighten me, and I won't succumb to you, so I find myself at something of an impasse here." He looks over at Randel, and frowns. "Are you doing that to him?" he asks Khaos.</div> <div title="Iao" style="margin-top:2em">(Iao) Iao closes her eyes as if in contemplation and solemnly speaks, "You call it torment... has the apple fallen so far from the tree? The roots dig deeper than you know..." her pose stiffens as she points an accusatory finger at Natwen. "And an interloper you are! Times, places, intentions. Do you deny the truth of their significance? Does the clergy deny the bearer of the torch? I see that flame burns with a desire to burn us down. Thus you are labeled, a recusant for your actions." she raises up her arms to smuggly shrug and shake her head then only to bend down and accept the tithe. "But alas forgiving I am willing to be for I may be the first but I shall not be the only acolyte." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>She suddenly warps ahead, just behind Randel to whisper to them. "You are afraid of what we represent..." she would then raise her voice to address both Bleu and Randel. "It would not bring ruin to both our worlds, you fear collapse? Are you so blind to see that this is always how it ends. We end as we began. This is who you are... beneath your skin and under your breath." she seems to grasp up a handful of Apeiron from the dark that oozes from between her fingers. "All as one, one to make them all. Do you not see the beauty in it? To return your souls to that which bore you, an everlasting darkness, an eternal dream. Think of what you could want and who you want to be? It is not too late dreamers... I'll allow you to renounce this apostasy and join us."</div> <div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) Khaos' eyes alight when the glowing vial rolls over the aether, its focus is rather taken in by this sparkling mako, sushing its own, or rather Iao's mouth as those eyes stares transfixed upon it. After several moments of internal contemplation, Khoas' voice returns, "This substance, this ... mako. It is beyond priceless. And you would just simply gift it to me?" Turning to Randel, "You are implying that followers would simply come to me and gift me this delightful ... trinkets? Freely and willingly?" Khoas returns to silence once again, as if thinking of countless different possibilities. "Of course, that is why the Others all remain here..." The shade's eyes dance to and fro. This all fit well into his future plans. Khaos was eternal, true, but this, this changed several things. "Would you tell others of this place? To let them know that they too could be welcomed into this aether. To join themselves into the Void, and to bring a tithe so that they too can experience all that it has to offer?"</div><div title="Pteryx" style="margin-top:2em">(Pteryx) Pteryx can't do much but listen right now, but a lot of them words are just too confusin fer 'em! They can see sum real shiny vials bein given by them science skunk, and them shifter really goin through thins, and a mention of... followers? That's what them Khaos feller wants? Or what Randel thinks they want? Them Bleu seems standin firm on... sumthin. Golly, not bein able to move yer hands or chatter gets borin! Well, they're already in here, so Pteryx may as well ponder a whole lotta distractin thoughts! These tendrils sure are tight, can these be used fer like, bondage? Is them weird black soup sorta like water? If them whole ocean was filled with the stuff, how would beach days go? And if them Khaos feller was on that beach, would they be wearin a bikini? A speedo? A wetsuit? Wet... is this weird soup wet? Soup... what did they have fer lunch earlier? Lunch! What would make a good lunch, tacos? Tacos! Could they use this weird soup as a sauce fer tacos? The weird soup is sorta borin though. And just all black? What if it was orange! Or blue, or pink! There's so much more ya can do with differences than all this monochrome black! If only it could turn inta sumthin else... Do any of these thoughts matter? Probably not! Just Pteryx's mind no longer havin ta worry 'bout gettin distracted, so they freely let their mind wander anywhere and everywhere! Not like they can say much of these aloud! And it ain't like anyone can read their thoughts either! <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>They still ain't got a clue how them shade cat moves so fast, but whatever then science skunk offered seems ta have worked! Are these tendrils gonna let 'em go anytime soon now?</div> <div title="Narwen" style="margin-top:2em">(Narwen) "Freely and willingly," echoes Narwen. "It pleases me that it pleases you, mighty Khaos. Perhaps others might come and offer the same, if they were able to come freely," he continues, looking pointedly at Pteryx and putting emphasis on the words, "and willingly."</div> <div title="Randel" style="margin-top:2em">(Randel) "It's too soon." the aged white wolf says quietly in response to Iao as he slowly sits and puts his arms on his knees, "I don't want to go... I don't want be apart of the void... but yet..." He looks up at Khaos with melancholic eyes when addressed, and says "As you likely heard from my log, there would be people that would find your offering... very tempting... Some not realizing what they'd be getting into, but be willing and happy none the less." He winces again, with a tear soaking the fur around his eyes and admits, "I don't like the idea of sending people into the void, but I have to fill a report. I have to tell others. And those others will likely spread the news to more, even with the warnings I'm obligated to do as a doctor. Word about you will spread, one way or another... and partly by my hands, as well as Zephyr's and RSX'." He pauses for a moment and asks, almost in a desperate tone, "Please tell me there is more to this than black-nothingness. It's said things come from here, yet I really don't see it."</div> <div title="Bleu" style="margin-top:2em">(Bleu) Bleu is less inclined to be offering any presents, considering his own affiliation, but at least he lowers his gun again. "Okay, okay, if you're willing to accept that Mako as compensation, *and free Pteryx,* then I'm willing to leave and offer no further interference to your little pocket dimension. But you gotta stop mucking up the park, too, yeah?"</div> <div title="Iao" style="margin-top:2em">(Iao) Iao's smug and almost gleeful demeanor instantly shatters as Pteryx's thoughts start to manifest, a pink bikini and speedo combo forming onto her. Immediately she flies into a rage, dashing up to Pteryx practically shrieking, "H-how dare you!" out to the crowd and she frantically begins to claw and tear at the imagined clothing shredding it just into inky apeiron. Flexing her digits she would summon her void claws onto her right hand and brings one claw within inches of Pteryx's neck. "Sacrilege! Heresy!" she snarls with her face practically turning red and the air near her face seeming to steam. "Which one of you... y-y-ypu perverts! Would dream of a deity in such filth!" <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>With a huff she shoves off and turns away, snapping her fingers seemingly vanishing where she mutters. "Khaos... my lord you cannot be serious accepting these heathens... look at how they would defile us. Defile ME! Your most loyal of servants, the most devout! Are you not content to devour what is rightly ours? Bargaining? Am I not enough for you? I know you are strong enough to beat them... that I am strong enough. So why?" and after her brief deliberations she snaps and reappears only to glare down at the crowd, and especially at Randel. "At any rate it isn't soon enough it seems... ahem. SOME of us are a bit more imagninative than thou."</div> <div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) Khaos was amenable to these requests and demands so long as this mako was freely given and the ranks of followers filled with those eager to experience all that the Void had to offer. As these things were all considered, until bikini appeared. Khaos was even a tad surprised that the strength of Iao's response, and let her vent her righteous anger out. Several shade arms patted over her head just out of sight, as well as a taco that came out of the aether and was rapidly flung into Pteryx's torso just as he was released from the tendril's bondage. Sending the hyena off into the distance... the same direction they had all appeared from. Tisking, Khaos replies to Iao, "You are very much my treasured follower, and while true you are more than enough for me, we must look towards the future, my first one. Do you not wish to have those that would follow you as well?" Khaos turned back to the party returning to view. "Go forth, and let others know of where they can join us. Take your chocolate companion with you, for the other will find that the apeiron will cushion his fall back in your reality, it will flow into your realm, no more."</div><div title="Pteryx" style="margin-top:2em">(Pteryx) Pteryx is just losin themselves ta their own imagination and loose train o' thoughts 'fore they notice them science skunk remember they were here! And them Cinnabun's still knocked unconscience. They probably needs a gurney fer that one, if only they brought one in... but they ain't think they could've done a big cannonball carryin one of those around! They should ask the guards if they made a big splash with the weird soup when they get out! Would be easier if them tendrils were balloon animals instead of whatever these are though! <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Oh golly them shifter is really goin through stuff! With tears and everythin! Is Bleu tryin ta bargain fer 'em! Neato burrito! If that works they'd probably owe them a real big favour! Hopefully a sex favour! Or they risk gettin trapped in them satyr's room... only fer them hist orally lesson thin... Pteryx ain't good at lessons, not at all! <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Seems Pteryx's overactive imagination did have sum consequences... The sheer rage and loudness of them shade cat's voice finally strikes sum sorta fear inta the mothly hyena! Them shadecat is armed too... with claws that could've sliced their neck inta ribbons! A red and steaminly angry Luckily, it seems that wasn't followed through... but them shadecat snapped their fingers and vanished... did they blink ta sumwhere else again? Another frum Pteryx's imagination strikes them, a taco! And their freedom! If only they got a gurney and... maybe a ladder to grab them Cinnabun too... With their tongue free now though... they could uh... Wherever them two in one shade cat is, they holler out, "Not a fan of beach wear then! What 'bout uh, overalls? Goth stuff... fancy dresses? A goth dress? Can... can anythin I think up turn inta sumthin in here? ...ain't got a clue what one of yer followers would do, probably not gonna get ta understandin it too much, but if it gets me a ladder and a gurney and probably sum ice packs ta get them Cinnabun outta here! Uh... what did ya ask fer... shiny vials?" Rifflin through their oversized first aid kit... maybe they got sum of those to offer...</div> <div title="Narwen" style="margin-top:2em">(Narwen) "... a small price to pay for a life," says Narwen a few minutes later, as they pad back towards the camp. "I mean, what better use is there?" He steps carefully over the sandbags once more, the goop already ebbing, before stopping to let Bleu down. "She was crazy, but I didn't want her to die."</div> <div title="Bleu" style="margin-top:2em">(Bleu) Bleu lowers his gun, when the deal is done. "I leave your domain," he says solemnly, letting Narwen to carry him away. Once back in the real world, the satyr lets himself down. "Thank you for helping me not over-exert myself, man."</div> <div title="Randel" style="margin-top:2em">(Randel) Randel blinks in amazement when his last question gets answer, and in an ironically chaotic way at that. He can't help but chuckle when seeing Iao humbled by the realm's own powers being unwittingly used on her. The stink of his emotions starts to lift and his advanced decrepit age regresses as both his mood improves and starts to realize the nature of the place. "You clearly haven't seen the Internet back when it was up. Talk about chaotic and perverted." He starts to see more thing happening when the overactive imagination of Pteryx starts kicking in. He manifests a bucket of popcorn and watches as the series of wild ideas come to form. "Ok, maybe this place isn't as bad after all..." he says to himself, before telling the others, "I'll catch up with you guys. Got some research and... huh, some soul searching to do. The real world can wait."</div> <div title="Iao" style="margin-top:2em">(Iao) Iao is evidently frustrated by this outcome and huffs even when she's pat only to chirp back to her patron. "B-but... yes that sounds good... we were doing so well though. Do I rally the troops then?" she seems to get lost in thought watching as most of the group starts to take their leave with an ice cold glare of a predator until only her and Randel remain. "You... we're not done here, I assure you of that. If it is soul searching you want, it is soul searching you will have. Leave this place, you are not welcome..." and she begrudgingly looks away and grits her teeth as she sputters out, "For now...." training her gaze back on them she furrows her brow and adds in. "You'll be hearing from me. We're not done here." and with the snap of her fingers, she was gone though a strange air suggests she's still lingering to see out any unwanted guests.</div>[[Category:RPLogs]]

Waconet

2026-06-13T01:12:46Z

Waconet: /* Photos of Waconet */

{{Infobox/Character
| Status = Active
| BirthDate = 1986-10-14
| Gender = Hermaphrodite
| mutantStrain = Quetzalcoatl
| Occupation = Manufacturer/Prototype Tester
| Pronouns = He/Him Shi/Hir
| Memberships = Zephyr
| Residence = Waconet's Pyramid
| Height = Varies (usually 30')
| Weight = Varies (usually 100t)
| Length = Yes
| Eyes = Red
| Hair = Blue/Green/Yellow
| Sexuality = Pan
| guildAffiliation = Tinkers 'R Us
}}
== Description ==
Waconet is a size shifting, mass changing naga as is normal for a Quetzalcoatl dedicant. Usually nude with the exception of his favorite shirt, which states on the front 'Warning - May change size at any time' as well as a collar, usually worn around his neck, or rarely, around his tail. The collar states 'Worrish's Good Boy'

He is however, often seen wearing/carrying items of his own design and build, testing them for their viability, keeping those which meets or exceeds his expectations. In combat, he's known to use liberal amounts of both high explosives and accurate rifle fire. He's more than willing to help out agents with any fight they find themselves in, and will literally fly out to any calls for help he receives.

Waconet was born male, but his form is fully hermaphrodite, and while he uses He/Him mostly out of inertia, he's also fine with being referred to hermerific pronouns of shi/hir.

== The Pyramid ==

Built on the far east side of Fairhaven, this Aztec styled stepped pyramid is both homage to the native land of Quetzalcoatl, as well as the publicly accessible home of Waconet. The strategic location offers both a staging area, as well as a respite for any activities that may occur inland outside of the nanite bubble covering the majority of Humboldt County.

== Photos of Waconet ==

[[File:Waconet ref sheet upload.jpg|Waconet - Zephyr ID Badge]]

[[File:79 Safiru Waconet-WebVersion.jpg|Waconet - Posed Picture]]

[[Category:Active PCs]][[Category:PCs]]

File:79 Safiru Waconet-WebVersion.jpg

2026-06-13T01:11:36Z

Waconet: Waconet being overly dramatic for a posed picture.

== Summary ==
Waconet being overly dramatic for a posed picture.

Waconet

2026-02-26T14:59:34Z

Waconet:

Waconet

2025-05-23T02:28:12Z

Waconet:

{{Infobox/Character
| Status = Active
| BirthDate = 1986-10-14
| Gender = Hermaphrodite
| mutantStrain = Quetzalcoatl
| Occupation = Manufacturer/Prototype Tester
| Pronouns = He/Him Shi/Hir
| Memberships = Zephyr
| Residence = Waconet's Pyramid
| Height = Varies (usually 30')
| Weight = Varies (usually 100t)
| Eyes = Red
| Hair = Blue/Green/Yellow
| Sexuality = Pan
| guildAffiliation = Tinkers 'R Us
}}
== Description ==
Waconet is a size shifting, mass changing naga as is normal for a Quetzalcoatl dedicant. Usually nude with the exception of his favorite shirt, which states on the front 'Warning - May change size at any time' as well as a collar, usually worn around his neck, or rarely, around his tail. The collar states 'Worrish's Good Boy'

He is however, often seen wearing/carrying items of his own design and build, testing them for their viability, keeping those which meets or exceeds his expectations. In combat, he's known to use liberal amounts of both high explosives and accurate rifle fire. He's more than willing to help out agents with any fight they find themselves in, and will literally fly out to any calls for help he receives.

Waconet was born male, but his form is fully hermaphrodite, and while he uses He/Him mostly out of inertia, he's also fine with being referred to hermerific pronouns of shi/hir.

== The Pyramid ==

Built on the far east side of Fairhaven, this Aztec styled stepped pyramid is both homage to the native land of Quetzalcoatl, as well as the publicly accessible home of Waconet. The strategic location offers both a staging area, as well as a respite for any activities that may occur inland outside of the nanite bubble covering the majority of Humboldt County.

== Photos of Waconet ==

[[File:Waconet ref sheet upload.jpg|Waconet - Zephyr ID Badge]]

[[Category:Active PCs]][[Category:PCs]]

Waconet

2025-05-22T23:32:06Z

Waconet:

{{Infobox/Character
| Image = https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/w/File:Waconet_ref_sheet_upload.jpg
| Status = Active
| BirthDate = 1986-10-14
| Gender = Hermaphrodite
| mutantStrain = Quetzalcoatl
| Occupation = Manufacturer/Prototype Tester
| Pronouns = He/Him Shi/Hir
| Memberships = Zephyr
| Residence = Waconet's Pyramid
| Height = Varies (usually 30')
| Weight = Varies (usually 100t)
| Eyes = Red
| Hair = Blue/Green/Yellow
| Sexuality = Pan
| guildAffiliation = Tinkers 'R Us
}}
== Description ==
Waconet is a size shifting, mass changing naga as is normal for a Quetzalcoatl dedicant. Usually nude with the exception of his favorite shirt, which states on the front 'Warning - May change size at any time' as well as a collar, usually worn around his neck, or rarely, around his tail. The collar states 'Worrish's Good Boy'

He is however, often seen wearing/carrying items of his own design and build, testing them for their viability, keeping those which meets or exceeds his expectations. In combat, he's known to use liberal amounts of both high explosives and accurate rifle fire. He's more than willing to help out agents with any fight they find themselves in, and will literally fly out to any calls for help he receives.

Waconet was born male, but his form is fully hermaphrodite, and while he uses He/Him mostly out of inertia, he's also fine with being referred to hermerific pronouns of shi/hir.

== The Pyramid ==

Built on the far east side of Fairhaven, this Aztec styled stepped pyramid is both homage to the native land of Quetzalcoatl, as well as the publicly accessible home of Waconet. The strategic location offers both a staging area, as well as a respite for any activities that may occur inland outside of the nanite bubble covering the majority of Humboldt County.

== Photos of Waconet ==

[[File:Waconet ref sheet upload.jpg|Waconet - Zephyr ID Badge]]

[[Category:Active PCs]][[Category:PCs]]

Waconet

2025-05-22T23:22:54Z

Waconet:

{{Infobox/Character
| Image = https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/w/File:Waconet_ref_sheet_upload.jpg
| Status = Active
| BirthDate = 1986-10-14
| Gender = Hermaphrodite
| mutantStrain = Quetzalcoatl
| Occupation = Manufacturer/Prototype Tester
| Pronouns = He/Him Shi/Hir
| Residence = Waconet's Pyramid
| Height = Varies
| Weight = Varies
| Eyes = Red
| Hair = Blue/Green/Yellow
| Sexuality = Pan
| guildAffiliation = Tinkers 'R Us
}}
== Description ==
Waconet is a size shifting, mass changing naga as is normal for a Quetzalcoatl dedicant. Usually nude with the exception of his favorite shirt, which states on the front 'Warning - May change size at any time' as well as a collar, usually worn around his neck, or rarely, around his tail. The collar states 'Worrish's Good Boy'

He is however, often seen wearing/carrying items of his own design and build, testing them for their viability, keeping those which meets or exceeds his expectations. In combat, he's known to use liberal amounts of both high explosives and accurate rifle fire. He's more than willing to help out agents with any fight they find themselves in, and will literally fly out to any calls for help he receives.

Waconet was born male, but his form is fully hermaphrodite, and while he uses He/Him mostly out of inertia, he's also fine with being referred to hermerific pronouns of shi/hir.

== The Pyramid ==

Built on the far east side of Fairhaven, this Aztec styled stepped pyramid is both homage to the native land of Quetzalcoatl, as well as the publicly accessible home of Waconet. The strategic location offers both a staging area, as well as a respite for any activities that may occur inland outside of the nanite bubble covering the majority of Humboldt County.

== Photos of Waconet ==

[[File:Waconet ref sheet upload.jpg|Waconet - Zephyr ID Badge]]

[[Category:Active PCs]][[Category:PCs]]

Waconet

2025-05-22T23:20:51Z

Waconet:

{{Infobox/Character
| Image = https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/w/File:Waconet_ref_sheet_upload.jpg
| Status = Active
| BirthDate = 1986-10-14
| Gender = Hermaphrodite
| mutantStrain = Quetzalcoatl
| Occupation = Manufacturer/Prototype Tester
| Pronouns = He/Him Shi/Hir
| Residence = Waconet's Pyramid
| Height = Varies
| Weight = Varies
| Eyes = Red
| Hair = Blue/Green/Yellow
| Sexuality = Pan
| guildAffiliation = Tinkers 'R Us
}}
== Description ==
Waconet is a size shifting, mass changing naga as is normal for a Quetzalcoatl dedicant. Usually nude with the exception of his favorite shirt, which states on the front 'Warning - May change size at any time' as well as a collar, usually worn around his neck, or rarely, around his tail. The collar states 'Worrish's Good Boy'

He is however, often seen wearing/carrying items of his own design and build, testing them for their viability, keeping those which meets or exceeds his expectations. In combat, he's known to use liberal amounts of both high explosives and accurate rifle fire. He's more than willing to help out agents with any fight they find themselves in, and will literally fly out to any calls for help he receives.

Waconet was born male, but his form is fully hermaphrodite, and while he uses He/Him mostly out of inertia, he's also fine with being referred to hermerific pronouns of shi/hir.

== The Pyramid ==

Built on the far east side of Fairhaven, this Aztec styled stepped pyramid is both homage to the native land of Quetzalcoatl, as well as the publicly accessible home of Waconet. The strategic location offers both a staging area, as well as a respite for any activities that may occur inland outside of the nanite bubble covering the majority of Humboldt County.

[[Category:Active PCs]][[Category:PCs]]

File:Waconet ref sheet upload.jpg

2025-05-22T22:43:46Z

Waconet: Waconet the quetzalcoatl poses for his eventual ID badge for Zephyr.

== Summary ==
Waconet the quetzalcoatl poses for his eventual ID badge for Zephyr.

Operation Fairhaven FOB - Alpha Team - RPLOG

2025-05-07T04:11:05Z

Waconet:

=Participants=
* [[User:Caitlin|Caitlin]]
* [[User:Everdeene|Everdeene]]
* [[User:Greyson|Greyson]]
* [[User:Janex|Janex]]
* [[User:Rulsk|Rulsk]]
* [[User:Tyo|Tyo]]
* [[User:Waconet|Waconet]]
* [[User:Wolfwood|Wolfwood]]
=Date=
6/5/2025

=Log=
<div></div><div title="Wolfwood" style="margin-top:2em">(Wolfwood) The gathering at the off ramp onto the highway at the far end of Fairhaven is far more active than it normally is. Several trucks are hauling heavy machinery and construction equipment, a mini bus stands at the ready and is full of workers and professionals ready for their task, and several additional vehicles idle nearby with a multitude of mercenaries double checking their equipment and preparing to disembark. They all stand together with a singular united goal: Head out of the bubble, secure a forward base of operations for Fairhaven's scouts, see to it that it gets built, and get paid. A woman in power armor clamors onto the back of a reinforced pickup truck and hollars out to get everyone's attention.<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>
"ALRIGHT EVERYONE!" The speaker is Madison Wolfwood, the human tasked by the city to organize the operation after negotiations with Zephyr and RSX to do just this very same operation broke down. It is certainly more of a gamble to ask an independent to get a huge task done, but there were few in Fairhaven with as much out of bubble experience as Wolfwood. So she got the job. "Everything's set to go! Just going to say this one last time for the idiots in the rear who were taking it up theirs when I last explained this! Our target is an old power substation about 100 miles east of here in a neighboring town. There are oversized mechanical golems protecting it that need forceful disassembly which is where strike teams Alpha and Beta come in. Alpha's securing the area around the admin building's ruins, Beta is securing the area around the power relay. Charlie, you're on babysitting duty with the construction crew and will be positioned a few blocks away while we clear out the threats."<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>
The brown haired human adjusts her grip on her helmet that sits tucked beneath her arm. "Remember! We're going outside of the bubble! Whatever nanites are there are barely there at all. Your mutant abilities are almost definitely going to suffer, your nanomagic isn't going to work unless you're real close to someone with basically the singular exception to that, and the nanites can't stop you from dying stone cold if you get sloppy. This is your last chance to bail if you have cold feet. For everyone else, start your engines! We're heading out!!!"</div> <div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) Waconet listens to the walking tank give her last pep talk before heading out as he was in his own vehicle, a retrofitted Ford Bronco, that oddly enough he had bought from Wolfwood some time ago. He double checks that the vehicle has a full charge for the trip there and back again. Nodding at the heading out call, he starts it up and follows along with the convoy. </div> <div title="Caitlin" style="margin-top:2em">(Caitlin) Caitlin adjusts the sights on the new AMR that was handed to her once more. Checking the validity of Greyson's work for the eight time before picking the heavy thing up once more to lay across one shoulder as Wolfwood speaks up. The time to go was getting close at hand so the fox heads out to her own vehicle. A scrapped together van that she and Greyson had worked to build back up to a sorta working order to recheck the supplies the nudist wolf had brought. Giving a callout to him as she works. "Where did you put the keys this time Greyson, everyone else is ready to go!"</div> <div title="Tyo" style="margin-top:2em">(Tyo) Tyo brushes a couple of his clawed furred fingers through the fur in his cheek as that leather duster of his flutters slightly with his idle movements, the wolfy listens to the briefing with rapt attention. After the last words are spoken the wolven Brood King nods as if understanding although the nod is half to himself as he prepares to leave the bubble of nanite power he has grown used to over the last six years however a soft wolfish grin creeps onto his lips as he anticipates the adventure. Quietly he moves over to the member of his household is with his Ford Bronco, he offers the serpent a gentle pet along his side before taking his place in the passenger seat as he steels himself for what lies ahead.</div> <div title="Janex" style="margin-top:2em">(Janex) Amid the crowd gathered to listen, a black-furred canine in an armored bodysuit sits against a discarded concrete median barrier, idly snapping his paw to create a tiny flame in his palms, then extinguishing it. with a flick. Even as he flicks his ears up to listen to the... inspirational speech, Janex keeps staring at his hands, fire reflecting in his burning eyes. Snap. Flick. Snap. Flick. He finally looks up as the last call is announced, and nods solemnly to himself, hopping from his seat. Collecting his pack, he slings a large tech cannon over his shoulder onto his back, and walks cautiously towards the convoy, hoping he can find a spare seat. "'Hey there! Going my way?'" he mutters to himself, practicing his opening lines quietly.</div> <div title="Everdeene" style="margin-top:2em">(Everdeene) Everdeene stretches as she looks to the nearby faces, some very familiar to her, some utterly new to her, yet, she can't help but smile, for the camaraderie to be formed and for the goal they are all here to undertake, looking over her personal weapons, doing one last check over them before getting onto the trailer of the available vehicles, due to her unique physiology, being a large, tall taur, she's gonna need to be taken by another who can drive, but is prepared for what's to come otherwise.</div> <div title="Rulsk" style="margin-top:2em">(Rulsk) A power armored, 20ft long, black furred wolf checks over his gear with a critical eye, glaring at it as if daring it to have any problems. Given that he has absolutely no understanding of its function, there's not much for Rulsk to see and in truth he just hopes that there's nothing wrong with what he assumes are the enchantments powering it. That done, he noses at the satchels strapped to his sides and checks on his emergency food supplies. Smaller than normal though he may be, he still anticipates needing to snack pretty often to compensate for the lack of ambient nanites. Everything seems to be in order, so he lopes over to the flatbed truck he's hitching a ride with for the journey and clambers up onto the back. He stretches out and settles in for a long trip, his head resting on the cab so he can feel the wind in his face. He parts his jaws in a canine smile and lolls his tongue to the side, drooling a bit as he grins. He thinks over Wolfwood's words and tries to envision what the scenario she'd describing will be like. He's never left the Bubble before and was born after the P-Day, so a world without nanites is just... alien to him. At least he has friends along, whom he glances at and wags his tail slowly, eyes drifting from person to person, their presence helping him relax. </div><div title="Wolfwood" style="margin-top:2em">(Wolfwood) The gathering at the off ramp onto the highway at the far end of Fairhaven is far more active than it normally is. Several trucks are hauling heavy machinery and construction equipment, a mini bus stands at the ready and is full of workers and professionals ready for their task, and several additional vehicles idle nearby with a multitude of mercenaries double checking their equipment and preparing to disembark. They all stand together with a singular united goal: Head out of the bubble, secure a forward base of operations for Fairhaven's scouts, see to it that it gets built, and get paid. A woman in power armor clamors onto the back of a reinforced pickup truck and hollars out to get everyone's attention.<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>
"ALRIGHT EVERYONE!" The speaker is Madison Wolfwood, the human tasked by the city to organize the operation after negotiations with Zephyr and RSX to do just this very same operation broke down. It is certainly more of a gamble to ask an independent to get a huge task done, but there were few in Fairhaven with as much out of bubble experience as Wolfwood. So she got the job. "Everything's set to go! Just going to say this one last time for the idiots in the rear who were taking it up theirs when I last explained this! Our target is an old power substation about 100 miles east of here in a neighboring town. There are oversized mechanical golems protecting it that need forceful disassembly which is where strike teams Alpha and Beta come in. Alpha's securing the area around the admin building's ruins, Beta is securing the area around the power relay. Charlie, you're on babysitting duty with the construction crew and will be positioned a few blocks away while we clear out the threats."<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>
The brown haired human adjusts her grip on her helmet that sits tucked beneath her arm. "Remember! We're going outside of the bubble! Whatever nanites are there are barely there at all. Your mutant abilities are almost definitely going to suffer, your nanomagic isn't going to work unless you're real close to someone with basically the singular exception to that, and the nanites can't stop you from dying stone cold if you get sloppy. This is your last chance to bail if you have cold feet. For everyone else, start your engines! We're heading out!!!"</div> <div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) Waconet listens to the walking tank give her last pep talk before heading out as he was in his own vehicle, a retrofitted Ford Bronco, that oddly enough he had bought from Wolfwood some time ago. He double checks that the vehicle has a full charge for the trip there and back again. Nodding at the heading out call, he starts it up and follows along with the convoy. </div> <div title="Caitlin" style="margin-top:2em">(Caitlin) Caitlin adjusts the sights on the new AMR that was handed to her once more. Checking the validity of Greyson's work for the eight time before picking the heavy thing up once more to lay across one shoulder as Wolfwood speaks up. The time to go was getting close at hand so the fox heads out to her own vehicle. A scrapped together van that she and Greyson had worked to build back up to a sorta working order to recheck the supplies the nudist wolf had brought. Giving a callout to him as she works. "Where did you put the keys this time Greyson, everyone else is ready to go!"</div> <div title="Tyo" style="margin-top:2em">(Tyo) Tyo brushes a couple of his clawed furred fingers through the fur in his cheek as that leather duster of his flutters slightly with his idle movements, the wolfy listens to the briefing with rapt attention. After the last words are spoken the wolven Brood King nods as if understanding although the nod is half to himself as he prepares to leave the bubble of nanite power he has grown used to over the last six years however a soft wolfish grin creeps onto his lips as he anticipates the adventure. Quietly he moves over to the member of his household is with his Ford Bronco, he offers the serpent a gentle pet along his side before taking his place in the passenger seat as he steels himself for what lies ahead.</div> <div title="Janex" style="margin-top:2em">(Janex) Amid the crowd gathered to listen, a black-furred canine in an armored bodysuit sits against a discarded concrete median barrier, idly snapping his paw to create a tiny flame in his palms, then extinguishing it. with a flick. Even as he flicks his ears up to listen to the... inspirational speech, Janex keeps staring at his hands, fire reflecting in his burning eyes. Snap. Flick. Snap. Flick. He finally looks up as the last call is announced, and nods solemnly to himself, hopping from his seat. Collecting his pack, he slings a large tech cannon over his shoulder onto his back, and walks cautiously towards the convoy, hoping he can find a spare seat. "'Hey there! Going my way?'" he mutters to himself, practicing his opening lines quietly.</div> <div title="Everdeene" style="margin-top:2em">(Everdeene) Everdeene stretches as she looks to the nearby faces, some very familiar to her, some utterly new to her, yet, she can't help but smile, for the camaraderie to be formed and for the goal they are all here to undertake, looking over her personal weapons, doing one last check over them before getting onto the trailer of the available vehicles, due to her unique physiology, being a large, tall taur, she's gonna need to be taken by another who can drive, but is prepared for what's to come otherwise.</div> <div title="Rulsk" style="margin-top:2em">(Rulsk) A power armored, 20ft long, black furred wolf checks over his gear with a critical eye, glaring at it as if daring it to have any problems. Given that he has absolutely no understanding of its function, there's not much for Rulsk to see and in truth he just hopes that there's nothing wrong with what he assumes are the enchantments powering it. That done, he noses at the satchels strapped to his sides and checks on his emergency food supplies. Smaller than normal though he may be, he still anticipates needing to snack pretty often to compensate for the lack of ambient nanites. Everything seems to be in order, so he lopes over to the flatbed truck he's hitching a ride with for the journey and clambers up onto the back. He stretches out and settles in for a long trip, his head resting on the cab so he can feel the wind in his face. He parts his jaws in a canine smile and lolls his tongue to the side, drooling a bit as he grins. He thinks over Wolfwood's words and tries to envision what the scenario she'd describing will be like. He's never left the Bubble before and was born after the P-Day, so a world without nanites is just... alien to him. At least he has friends along, whom he glances at and wags his tail slowly, eyes drifting from person to person, their presence helping him relax. </div><div title="Greyson" style="margin-top:2em">(Greyson) The aforementioned nudist working with Caitlin sighs, deciding to hide in the back of the van this time around, the world beyond the bubble not so likely to take his fashion sense so politely. Organizing piles of spare ammunition, battery packs, salvage, and hiking bars, Greyson looks up from his work, pressing a list into the woman's chest before digging a set of keys from the pocket of her jacket, "Put em in here when we agreed you'd be driving- don't want locals trying to rail me or kill me for looking like an |actual| goddamn werewolf." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>He sighs, glancing to the side at the announcement, "You sure it's a great idea lugging me around for combat duty, swear Charlie might be safer..." A worried look crosses his features before he shakes his shoulders, brushing it off, "Whatever the case is, I've got enough bullshit back here to build an armory if people start breaking down out there... and scrap to repair the van if you end up totalling it- before or |after| we get there." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>At the cry of the nearby hitch-hiker, the bare wolf-beast leans out of the side of the van, cupping a hand over his mouth and waving him over, "Got plenty of room for one more if you don't mind sharing it with some twinkie crumbs and junk metal. Gonna be a good few hours!" He cants his head to Caitlin, "Could use somebody to watch her driving while I make sure nothing in the back goes kablooey!"</div> <div title="Caitlin" style="margin-top:2em">(Caitlin) Caitlin hackles twitch in amusment as Greyson once again complains about being brought with, causing the ribbons and silver of her muzzle jewelry to dance as she leans over to look at the new passenger. "Hope you don't get carsick, I'm a far better driver then the whiner here!" The passenger door popping open to let Janex in since Greyson's occupying the back.</div> <div title="Wolfwood" style="margin-top:2em">(Wolfwood) The convoy loads up and drives off in short order. Considering the dangers ahead, few of those present aren't seasoned mercenaries. But with pay this good, who could say no despite the risk? The trip takes some time and the road shows visible signs of recent rushed repairs and temporary fixes. There have doubtlessly been efforts to ensure that the heavy construction equipment would even be able to use the roads that, unlike those within Fairhaven proper, don't get nearly the kind of love they deserve. Humorously enough, outside of the bubble, without the drip feed of nanites chewing at them, the roads have held up alright over the years. Perhaps that's the benefit of both being in California and not constantly having multi thousand pound vehicles driving to and fro over them.<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>
The three squads soon break off from one another and head to their respective points of interest. The lead up is over. It's time for action.<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>
Alpha team pulls up alongside their side of the substation. It has clearly seen better days. The chain link fences are rusted out, foliage reaches up past the cracks in the decaying asphalt, and then, of course, is the star of the show. The old administrative building is partially collapsed and is now serving almost like an outer shell to a rather odd sight. A massive pile of junk. It must be several stories high and is made up of metal, wood, concrete, and just about everything else you could imagine an oversized golem ripping out of the surrounding town and tossing onto the pile. In front of it is a large parking lot with several assorted groupings of junk and piles of scrap. Caitlin and Rulsk can pick up on something a bit more dower, however. The scent of death. Corpses are lodged between the gaps of the heavy pile's mass. Inanimate objects aren't the only things that have been 'salvaged' and Rulsk in particular can tell that some of the sources are relatively fresh. Wolfwood leads Alpha team towards a gap in the fence which would put them closer to the admin building than had they used the front entrance. She turns and looks to those assembled.<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>
"Alright. Things are going to get real hot real fast. The second we cross the threshold onto the property and get into range of the damaged server, the golems are probably going to wake up. Any calm discussion is going to have to happen now. So. Let's discuss. Anyone have any ideas besides smashing the golems until they stop moving?" The human, her face now covered by the sealed helmet of her armor is difficult to read. Her tone at least suggests an edge of apprehension and anticipation. Hardly surprising considering what they are about to do.</div> <div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) Waconet pulls a bona fide Rocket Launcher from his vehicle when Wolfwood asks about how the team wants to deal with the Golems before they go active. "Well, I have a few ideas, one of them is simply sacrificing one of our vehicles and ramming one into them. Two, I have brought, in no small quantities, heavy ordinance in order to do the obvious. Yeah I just want to to blow them up."</div> <div title="Caitlin" style="margin-top:2em">(Caitlin) Caitlin spends the entire drive there shooting the shit with Janex and Greyson if they are both up for it and dodging the occassional pothole while going just a tad, totally a tad, bit too fast while following. That cheerful demenaor changes once they come in range of their objective and the scent of blood fills her nose. Her hackles twitching sending her ribbons dancing as they pull up to park. Wolfwood going opening the floor to plans from others gives her some time to visually scout the area and look for some usage of that rifle Greyson gave her but her options were limited. Eyeing the administration building as she speaks up "Did you send a group out before us? Scouts? Know of anyone who would be wandering through here?"</div> <div title="Wolfwood" style="margin-top:2em">(Wolfwood) Wolfwood purses her lips, then shakes her head. "Nah. Nobody but us. Why, you..." She seems to get the idea and glances back towards the giant scrap pile. "Unfortunately, there's a trade route that passes through the area. If the weather's bad or something makes the normal route dangerous, it wouldn't shock me if someone tried coming closer to the station here and...well. If the golems happen to be wandering..." She trails off and exhales, the sound of her breath the only solid indication of her being at all disturbed. The joys of power armor.</div><div title="Greyson" style="margin-top:2em">(Greyson) The aforementioned nudist working with Caitlin sighs, deciding to hide in the back of the van this time around, the world beyond the bubble not so likely to take his fashion sense so politely. Organizing piles of spare ammunition, battery packs, salvage, and hiking bars, Greyson looks up from his work, pressing a list into the woman's chest before digging a set of keys from the pocket of her jacket, "Put em in here when we agreed you'd be driving- don't want locals trying to rail me or kill me for looking like an |actual| goddamn werewolf." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>He sighs, glancing to the side at the announcement, "You sure it's a great idea lugging me around for combat duty, swear Charlie might be safer..." A worried look crosses his features before he shakes his shoulders, brushing it off, "Whatever the case is, I've got enough bullshit back here to build an armory if people start breaking down out there... and scrap to repair the van if you end up totalling it- before or |after| we get there." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>At the cry of the nearby hitch-hiker, the bare wolf-beast leans out of the side of the van, cupping a hand over his mouth and waving him over, "Got plenty of room for one more if you don't mind sharing it with some twinkie crumbs and junk metal. Gonna be a good few hours!" He cants his head to Caitlin, "Could use somebody to watch her driving while I make sure nothing in the back goes kablooey!"</div> <div title="Caitlin" style="margin-top:2em">(Caitlin) Caitlin hackles twitch in amusment as Greyson once again complains about being brought with, causing the ribbons and silver of her muzzle jewelry to dance as she leans over to look at the new passenger. "Hope you don't get carsick, I'm a far better driver then the whiner here!" The passenger door popping open to let Janex in since Greyson's occupying the back.</div> <div title="Wolfwood" style="margin-top:2em">(Wolfwood) The convoy loads up and drives off in short order. Considering the dangers ahead, few of those present aren't seasoned mercenaries. But with pay this good, who could say no despite the risk? The trip takes some time and the road shows visible signs of recent rushed repairs and temporary fixes. There have doubtlessly been efforts to ensure that the heavy construction equipment would even be able to use the roads that, unlike those within Fairhaven proper, don't get nearly the kind of love they deserve. Humorously enough, outside of the bubble, without the drip feed of nanites chewing at them, the roads have held up alright over the years. Perhaps that's the benefit of both being in California and not constantly having multi thousand pound vehicles driving to and fro over them.<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>
The three squads soon break off from one another and head to their respective points of interest. The lead up is over. It's time for action.<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>
Alpha team pulls up alongside their side of the substation. It has clearly seen better days. The chain link fences are rusted out, foliage reaches up past the cracks in the decaying asphalt, and then, of course, is the star of the show. The old administrative building is partially collapsed and is now serving almost like an outer shell to a rather odd sight. A massive pile of junk. It must be several stories high and is made up of metal, wood, concrete, and just about everything else you could imagine an oversized golem ripping out of the surrounding town and tossing onto the pile. In front of it is a large parking lot with several assorted groupings of junk and piles of scrap. Caitlin and Rulsk can pick up on something a bit more dower, however. The scent of death. Corpses are lodged between the gaps of the heavy pile's mass. Inanimate objects aren't the only things that have been 'salvaged' and Rulsk in particular can tell that some of the sources are relatively fresh. Wolfwood leads Alpha team towards a gap in the fence which would put them closer to the admin building than had they used the front entrance. She turns and looks to those assembled.<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>
"Alright. Things are going to get real hot real fast. The second we cross the threshold onto the property and get into range of the damaged server, the golems are probably going to wake up. Any calm discussion is going to have to happen now. So. Let's discuss. Anyone have any ideas besides smashing the golems until they stop moving?" The human, her face now covered by the sealed helmet of her armor is difficult to read. Her tone at least suggests an edge of apprehension and anticipation. Hardly surprising considering what they are about to do.</div> <div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) Waconet pulls a bona fide Rocket Launcher from his vehicle when Wolfwood asks about how the team wants to deal with the Golems before they go active. "Well, I have a few ideas, one of them is simply sacrificing one of our vehicles and ramming one into them. Two, I have brought, in no small quantities, heavy ordinance in order to do the obvious. Yeah I just want to to blow them up."</div> <div title="Caitlin" style="margin-top:2em">(Caitlin) Caitlin spends the entire drive there shooting the shit with Janex and Greyson if they are both up for it and dodging the occassional pothole while going just a tad, totally a tad, bit too fast while following. That cheerful demenaor changes once they come in range of their objective and the scent of blood fills her nose. Her hackles twitching sending her ribbons dancing as they pull up to park. Wolfwood going opening the floor to plans from others gives her some time to visually scout the area and look for some usage of that rifle Greyson gave her but her options were limited. Eyeing the administration building as she speaks up "Did you send a group out before us? Scouts? Know of anyone who would be wandering through here?"</div> <div title="Wolfwood" style="margin-top:2em">(Wolfwood) Wolfwood purses her lips, then shakes her head. "Nah. Nobody but us. Why, you..." She seems to get the idea and glances back towards the giant scrap pile. "Unfortunately, there's a trade route that passes through the area. If the weather's bad or something makes the normal route dangerous, it wouldn't shock me if someone tried coming closer to the station here and...well. If the golems happen to be wandering..." She trails off and exhales, the sound of her breath the only solid indication of her being at all disturbed. The joys of power armor.</div><div title="Tyo" style="margin-top:2em">(Tyo) Tyo notices the changes in the environment as soon as they pass outside the boundries of the nanite bubble, parts of his split consciousness break off to try managing the strain of his own body on itself. Once they reach their destination the wolf opens the door of his snake pet's Bronco gathering with the assembed group as the prepare for the chaos that is almost assured to be unleashed from Wolfwood's words, he looks over his fellow operatives as he stays somewhat close to Waconet while his purple wolven eyes land onto that instrument in those hands that he has seen used to brutal measures more than once. The wolf prepares his own equipment as he readily place a paw onto the warhorn that lies beneath his duster, his eyes scan the building looking over it's state before drifting around the the landscape before him, that wolfish grin on his lips hold firmly with the anticipation of battle from the commander's words before offering some himself in hopes of encourgment, "We know our job, let's get thing done folks!"</div> <div title="Janex" style="margin-top:2em">(Janex) Janex enjoys the drive immensely, considering the pair seem unfazed at traveling with a hellhound. He even warms up to join in the banter, even as some bumps in the road and Caitlin's driving make him hold on to his seat with nerves. As he gathers 'round to hear Wolfwood out, he eyes his surroundings calmly, only pointing to an abandoned-looking apartment complex overlooking the area once the conversation hits a lull. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> "Think I'd be better off taking the golems from up there," he offers. "Might have eyes on the golems and pull focus from the admin building if they're more worried about me."</div> <div title="Everdeene" style="margin-top:2em">(Everdeene) Everdeene hisses out in a soothing tone, "I have a custom made Rocket Launcher, if we find a weak-point of anything we have to face, expose it as much as possible, and have me fire away a good shot at it, or, if it's too mobile, I can use my chainsword to try and tear through some limbs if possible, or armor if needed." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>
She then looks to the others, "And if there's a need for healing or food, I can try to provide what I can on the move, hope you like milk~" She adds with a sing-song tone, followed by a wink. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>
"Also, I see a few good spots over there and there that would work for a few potentially bad hits, make sure to remember them." she says as she points out said spots, before looking with annoyed confusion, "Anyone else feeling... heavier now...? I feel like I'm under the ocean again... except even heavier..." Everdeene shifts around as she asks.</div> <div title="Rulsk" style="margin-top:2em">(Rulsk) Rulsk is in constant pain. When people told him about the world outside the Bubble, they never mentioned just how much it would *hurt* to simply exist out here. He's forced to slowly burn his stores of builder nanites to stave off a bone-deep ache that fills him right to the core. Despite doing so, every jolt of the truck over a rough patch on the highway feels like he's being simultaneously crushed and stretched to breaking, somehow all at once. He's grateful when they arrive, as it means he can finally stand and stretch out his sore muscles again.<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>As the convoy pulls up to the old administrative building, the cloying scent of death fills his nose, making him raise his hackles, silently snarling through grit teeth. At Wolfwood's question, he rumbles, "Someone died here recently, or at least some of those bodies are much, much fresher than the others. Whatever is here is definitely still active." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>
He glances at the arrayed junk, eyes flicking between the various piles of junk, his ears perked as he focuses his full attention on trying to detect threats. A semi-truck covered in industrial server racks... sounds off. So too does a tightly packed stack of junker cars. And... a pit of gravel. None of those things should be moving, but he can hear the faint sounds of shifting and grinding coming from them. The barricades blocking off something covered in a tarp, the bronze bear statue with a military dressed mannequin draped across its back, and the suspiciously golem shaped assortment of metal do flare up his instincts, but he can't hear any sounds coming from them. He conveys his findings to the group, pointing with his muzzle one after another at the three junkpiles that are making ominous sounds, "There... there... and there. I hear movement."</div> <div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) Waconet works on pulling several boxes out from his vehicle, tucking in his wings as his serpentine form otherwise fits easily inside as he judiciously unloads quite the collection of equipment. And once fully unloaded, he opens the boxes to reveal... Exactly what you might expect from an Explosives Expert. Boxes of grenades, satchel charges, rockets and even a mortar with its own box of shells and charges ready to go. He places the mortar up first, taking a look through his binoculars and using them to sight in potential targets. He follows up with setting out the charges and shells for the mortar. He has the Rocket launcher hung on a sling around his figure with spare ammo being carried in a backpack. And with that, he's ready to go. </div> <div title="Greyson" style="margin-top:2em">(Greyson) Shielding his eyes from the sun, the feral-looking wolf-beast stares over the building, watching the others as they shuffle about, making their preparations before eyeing the team with heavy artillery, the nudist cocking his head to the side. "Hey- take a look over there real quick..." He gestures around the scrap barricades, the building practically mid-collapse as it already was. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>"Server's in there somewhere and we've got no idea how battered it is... probably won't survive if the place comes crashing around on it. If we're gonna be firing rockets and artillery in there, we need to make sure me and the rest of the boys in Charlie've got something to work with once the dust clears..." He sighs, scratching his chin and staring up towards Caitlin and Janex, "You two- if we're pissing them off, see if you can't draw them |outside|, we've got a beehive in there and a lot of room to work with, see where they're coming from with a few pot-shots and make some call-outs, if we're smart we can knock out some paths |away| from the building and force them to either bunker down or come to |us| all the way out this way. If even one stray plate slips off that tower, this whole operation might be in for some bad news..." Gesturing to the front of the would-be scrapyard, he mutters, "We've got the tools to build a funnel and I'm sure I could make some spare if we end up running out of toys... look for the van with an M and a tail on it if you need to resupply or get anything patched up out here."</div> <div title="Wolfwood" style="margin-top:2em">(Wolfwood) Wolfwood hmns, nods, and recovers her hammer. "I agree with him. If we can kick the hornet's nest and draw them further from the building, all the better." She looks to Waco. "Everyone, get into position. Once we're ready, we can ring the bell."</div><div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) Waconet looks over his shell supplies, "Draw them out? I got a couple of smoke shells that make a boom noise and leave a cloud, but won't hurt the building itself. I could even have the shells explode up in the air so they won't obstruct our view of the area."</div> <div title="Wolfwood" style="margin-top:2em">(Wolfwood) Wolfwood shrugs. "Your call. I'd say the areal explosives. Those blow up downwards, right? Fired over the yard, it'd entirely miss the building."</div> <div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) Waconet nods to the power armored human, "Shrapnel shots, ariel burst, I got those too. Make the call when you want the Artillery to start."</div> <div title="Wolfwood" style="margin-top:2em">(Wolfwood) Everyone moves to get into position and prepare for the golems to be lured out to fight the team on their own terms. Wolfwood hunkers down by a toppled van and shoots Waconet a nod. It's go time.</div> <div title="Caitlin" style="margin-top:2em">(Caitlin) Caitlin eyes the building Janex pointed out above the area in thought as her ears twitch and her muscles ache. Having been so long since she was outside the bubble she almost forgot how it felt to be out here. The terrible itch, the pain of her every cell letting her know its not a good idea to be out of a bubble as she digs into her pocket to pull out a bottle and toss back two of the pills while the plan is put together. Turning around she points to Greyson and the van, moving over herself to pull the AMR out that he had offered her to get into position. Climbing the tallest of the vehicles they had to get into a, potentially awkward, position to utilize it as she zeros in the scope and waits.</div> <div title="Tyo" style="margin-top:2em">(Tyo) Tyo gives his fluffy head as if trying to get himself into the correct mindset as he tries to get himself into the best position he can with the impending chance of combats from what the commander Wolfwood has mentioned, the wolf shifts himself behind Waco as he sees the snake preparing mass violence. The wolf pulls that instrument out from his duster, aa horn of ebony marbled with a couple small streaks of purple, holding it close he shifts himself back further and further until he is standing behind that powerful serpent form ready to alert the other if he spots any movement that may be the aforementioned golems moving in to the group's position. While preparing he keeps what left over attention he has on the rest of his squad trying to make sure to jump to give them some help if need be, his fur tingles slightly as if electrified by the tension lingering in atmosphere.</div> <div title="Everdeene" style="margin-top:2em">(Everdeene) Everdeene spends a moment loading her rocket launcher, gets to aiming it from a good distance, and then aiming it, steading her rocket launcher with three of her four arms and having her fourth ready to fire, giving a nod to show her ready to go.</div> <div title="Rulsk" style="margin-top:2em">(Rulsk) Rulsk nods and moves to the front of the formation, poised and ready to catch the attention of any hostiles and ensure they engage him and nobody else, if at all possible. He bristles with anticipation, aches fading away as adrenaline kicks in.</div> <div title="Greyson" style="margin-top:2em">(Greyson) Scampering up the roadside back towards the Merc N' Tails van, Greyson slips up the side of the hood, making his way onto the roof with a pair of binoculars as he takes position by the roadside, a bouquet of smoke and tear grenades at his side, eyes flicking between his comms unit and the scene laid out in front of him. While it wasn't an aerial viewpoint, it would be the safest place for him, not only free cover, but something mobile, a far better chance for survival should anyone need to run and gun, keys left in the driver's seat, already adjusted and laid back.</div> <div title="Janex" style="margin-top:2em">(Janex) The black hound tips his muzzle back and squints up at a water tower with clear sight lines to the spots Rulsk noted, changing his gameplan and nodding to the rest of the group. Checking his pack and his energy weapons one last time, he hustles off to climb up the tower's height and oversee the field of battle. He even manages to take in a breathtaking view of the horizon as he climbs, looking out at a world he hadn't seen in... who knows how long, by now.</div> <div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) Waconet , upon seeing the nod from Wolfwood, hefts up one of the shells and hangs it over the pre-sighted mortar. He shouts "Fire for effect!" before dropping the shell and covering his ear canals. And even with those covered he still can hear the boom as the shell is projected upwards, the concussive force feeling like a kick all over his form causes him to wince a bit as he's not supported by the nanites out here. The shell, reaching its peak about 4 seconds later, arcs downwards, having reached a height in the thousands of feet racing downwards towards the grounds just outside the administration building. And with just a fraction of a second away from impacting the ground, it detonates, sending a barage of shrapnel into a tight cone into the ground, sending up dust from the impact. The explosion sending another shockwave towards the group. The quetzalcoatl, removing his hands from his ears, picks up another round, ready to fire again.</div><div title="Wolfwood" style="margin-top:2em">(Wolfwood) There is a loud groaning sound. Both from the pile of scrap as well as from the yard. Suddenly, two of the piles of junk in the yard burst to life.<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>
The first to become visible bursts forth from the gravel filled pothole. It appears the gravel was only laid out over a hunk of sheet metal with the golem waiting beneath. The golem appears to have been structured around equipment taken out of a sports focused store. Framed with what might have been goal posts, equipped with several different types of ball launchers, and seemingly powered by several off board boat motors. Its muscles are even made out of the elastics you would find in a weight room which have been surrounded by several layers of plastic taken from the bottles that hold tennis balls. On its back is a cage carrying an assortment of ball shaped projectiles which appear to be designed to erupt on impact. Who knows what that ball buster can do!<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>
The second roar is very tinny and comes from what one might have previously presumed was immobile. Made of seemingly solid brass, the animated statue has seams around its joints allowing for fully articulated movement. Its claws appear to be made of sharpened hooks taken off of trailers that were securely welded onto the brass. It is covered in scratches and gouges which implicate it having been assaulted by people in the past. The fact it is still moving suggests they were added to the pile. On its back is a mannequin which, based on its deteriorating attire, looks to have been taken out of a local museum. It appears to have once been an accurate presentation of Teddy Roosevelt, though time has not been kind to it. Thick wires and cables attach the mannequin to the statue and provide it something far more dangerous than claws: opposable thumbs. Its arm extends out like a grappling hook and grabs a long pipe that it appears to be readying to use as a lance.<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>
Wolfwood swears as she sees smaller, short golems start to climb out of the pile. Far less dangerous looking than the big golems but in mass could overwhelm the party if not taken out quickly. "Alright! Small change of plans! I'm going to flank the big fuckers once you have them distracted and stomp out the little things before they become a swarm! The rest of you! I need you to kill that freak of a golem! And kill that god damn president!"<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>
Wolfwood gets into position to bolt past the golems. The more agile sports-themed golem will pass first, but will certainly be harder to hit. The slower moving but very tanky bear statue will pass the yard's threshold second.</div> <div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) Waconet isn't aimed at either of those two large golems and puts the shell back into the case. Instead, he pulls up his equipped rocket launcher and sees that the sporty golem is already on the move towards the group. He shoulders the launcher and takes aim at the ball launching menace. Taking aim at the charging golem, the snake fires the rocket, igniting the booster within as the projectile jets forwards, containing a dense payload,designed to slam into a target and to add insult to injury, detonate into a fiery storm of burning heat. </div> <div title="Caitlin" style="margin-top:2em">(Caitlin) Caitlin takes a deep breath as she adjusts the scope waiting for the boom. Then the boom hits, the roaring a sound in the back of her mind as everything between her and the massive brass creature of an ex president fades away. Her focus narrowing to a pin cushion of the scope as she rakes it over the target. Looking for a chink in the armor, a small flaw. Eye sighting on the old president and ca'</div> <div title="Tyo" style="margin-top:2em">(Tyo) Tyo feeling those shock waves coursing like a tsunami through the bristles of his fur the wolf bring his warhorn up to his lips just in case while staying as close to the progenitor of the forceful waves as his fluffy pelt brushes softly against Waconet's side, his gaze remains to the best of his ability fixed on any sudden movements from anyone or thing but his squad, and only moments after Waco's artillery. Seeing those shapes forming from the piles that scrap he quickly blows his horn as he rallies his allies with that thunderous tone that reverberates through the golems' frames as he signals the beginning of battle, after giving out his call his paws flutter inside of his trench coat putting away his horn and taking up a violin colored as dark as the wolf's own abyssal fur save for the grey bands that make up the grain of the wood it is shaped while he takes a paw step away from that majestic frame adorned with brilliant emerald.</div> <div title="Wolfwood" style="margin-top:2em">(Wolfwood) The sports golem, seeing Waco preparing to fire a rocket, roars in boat engine and fires off a volley of random ball objects down range seemingly trying to strike the rocket before it hits. If one were to slow down time and follow from the perspective of that rocket, it would be something straight out of a movie as the rapidly moving projectile dodges each object. When it finally does hit something, it's close enough to the golem to cause it to stumble back, several strands of taught rubber muscle snapping from the shockwave. It avoided the worst of the blast, but it's clearly not unharmed.</div> <div title="Caitlin" style="margin-top:2em">(Caitlin) Caitlin takes a deep breath as she adjusts the scope waiting for the boom. Then the boom hits, the roaring a sound in the back of her mind as everything between her and the massive brass creature of an ex president fades away. Her focus narrowing to a pin cushion of the scope as she rakes it over the target. Looking for a chink in the armor, a small flaw. Eye sighting on the old president and cables holding it together as her eye is drawn to the back plating and how it was spliced open by the cabling. Realizing what she's seeing as she raises her voice to be heard over the chaos. "The Rider's the weakpoint! The Tether points fuck the plating, break its back!" She follows up her words by squeezing the trigger and letting the AMR Greyson leant her roar and kick against her shoulder as a round is sent down range for that bull and rider. Looking to bag herself a big prize in this big game hunting!</div> <div title="Wolfwood" style="margin-top:2em">(Wolfwood) The funny thing about anti-material rifles is that they end to be very against the preservation of matter. While the bullet over penetrates the bear, the hole it leaves causes its rider's ass to fall down into the cavity which both makes its control harder and the aim of its makeshift lance far more difficult. The dead president looks in Caitlin's direction, however! It clearly does not appreciate being given the worst seat in the house. Someone needs to distract it or it's going to redirect the bear to head not just towards her but also their rides home.</div><div title="Janex" style="margin-top:2em">(Janex) Janex hardly summits the water tower, panting as he sits on the grated floor of the platform, when the blast off Waconet's artillery goes off. Covering his ears and scrabbling back as he feels his whole body shake from the explosion, he peers down as the field stirs to life with the abominations awakening below. Eyes darting between the two golems, the hellhound silently picks the sturdier of the two to set his aim down on, focusing on Roosevelt and the tethers at the bear's back, at Cait's advice. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> "All right, Mr. President..." Janex mutters to himself, the sole audience of his lame joke, as infernal fire gathers around his closed paw. "...this is for 'Manifest Destiny.'" Eyes aglow, gritting his teeth as the unholy brand on the paw sears brightly into his flesh, he rears back and hurls a fireball down at the disfigured mannequin.</div> <div title="Wolfwood" style="margin-top:2em">(Wolfwood) The president is now on fire. Probably not a sentence anyone here was imagining would be relevant to their life but here you are. The mannequin burns brightly, the wires and cables controlling it beginning to heat it. Some of that fire also apparently got into its innards as horrible grinding noises now are emitted by the bear as it moves. That maddeningly good throw of a hellish fireball might have just made the bear's death inevitable as well as its rider. How long it will take for it to keel over is another matter.</div> <div title="Everdeene" style="margin-top:2em">(Everdeene) Everdeene growls having aiming at the brass beast, contemplating it for a bit, before aiming ahead of where the beast will be running and aiming to blind it further with an explosion at it's feet. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>
"Can't hit what you can't see, how about keeling over now, rather than later!" she shouts after the shot.</div> <div title="Rulsk" style="margin-top:2em">(Rulsk) Rulsk sees the athletic golem start to unload its balls everywhere and the former president's dire focus. He immediately starts to snarl and howl, bark and growl, rant and roar to try to draw the focus of both enemies. The stars in his coat blaze into hellfire and surround him in raging, unholy flames. He pivots to try to block their advance as the cloud of dust rises, a wall of black fur, power armor, and stellar plasma keeping danger at bay and away from his friends. He tenses like a coiled spring, then lunges forwards in a bodily tackle at the sports equipment monstrosity, to knock it to the ground and pin it in place. </div> <div title="Greyson" style="margin-top:2em">(Greyson) Greyson ogling the combat from afar, the wolf hefts up his comms device, crackling over the radio, "Can confirm some good hits and an act of treason before that dust-storm picked up there... not that that's a bad thing." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>A snicker rises from his throat, "Now that Sporty's blind, see if you can all pick up a few shots on Yogi, armor's tightly woven, stance isn't defensive yet so it looks like he's gonna be doing the real damage while the one hurling balls is going for a diversion. If one of you wants to take him out of the picture, just aim for the supports, those posts'll crack like eggs if you get em in the right spot..." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>He squints into the distance, muttering, "Cait, Jan, you guys got eyes on anything else up there I should be taking a look at? Only so much I can see from all the way out here and I don't got that kinda birds-eye."</div> <div title="Wolfwood" style="margin-top:2em">(Wolfwood) To say the team has had a strong start would be an understatement. While the bear does charge out of the yard, the dust cloud has prevented it from being able to immediately charge at anyone. Now that is past the cloud, however, it can clearly see where everyone is. Most importantly, what is clearly the biggest threat of the lot. It begins to charge in Rulsk's direction.<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>
Meanwhile, the sports golem revs up its engines and begins to pelt the large armored mutant with balls covered in spikes. As he is so close and unable to dodge, he of course gets hit point blank. Undeterred, however, the mutant prevents it from targeting anyone else and the awkward angle it shot from made the wounds he sustained flesh wounds at worst.<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>
Back towards the yard, the sound of small blasts can be heard. Janex can see from his high perch that Wolfwood is playing at being the Doom Marine as she rips and tears at the small golems. Occasionally she slams her sledge hammer into a group of them, a small directed explosion erupting from the point she strikes and blasting the things to bits. She's holding up just fine so far.</div> <div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) Waconet looks over at Rulsk holding down the sport golem, while looking like the wolf is taking a few hits by some flying balls. Thinking better than hitting it with another rocket he sets aside Kindness as he then equips a gun. This Gun he Found on the Moon. He shoulders the rifle and proceeds to show up Lee Harvey Oswald. As the feathered snake had trained specifically to hit up to four times with his rifle.</div> <div title="Wolfwood" style="margin-top:2em">(Wolfwood) The sport supply adorned golem is now ever so slightly less sporty as all of the ball launchers on its chassis seize on account of a severe case of lead poisoning. It is still quite a heavy golem, however, and can certainly do damage with its abject mass. The boat engines that power it rev up loudly as it continues to try and escape from the giant wolf's grasp...however, as it stands, it can no longer fire at things from afar. The team can safely focus on the bear while Rulsk tears apart the golem.</div> <div title="Caitlin" style="margin-top:2em">(Caitlin) Caitlin answers Greyson by hotkeying her mic and allowing him to get an earful of the AMR as she cycles rounds. "Moving. I'll let you know if something bites me." She finally answers before the rifle is hefted into her hands and she bolts off the vehicle to relocate from her shot. Heading towards some of the sturdy cover that was pointed out before this entire firefight had begun. Hitting the cover hard she wheezes out a breath, making a note to start carrying a rifle of this size or similar weight next time she does running, before propping up the rifle on the debris and waiting. Sighting in her scope for hitting the bear-bull again as she scans the area near her for more threats as she keys the mic to speak to Greyson again. "Two targets are priority, Wolfwoods churning and burning the little guys. Once this is done think we are clear." Her rifle coming back up to her shoulder as she works to sighting in another shot.</div> <div title="Tyo" style="margin-top:2em">(Tyo) Tyo lets out a small rumbling chuckle as what he wants to his doesn't matter for sight as he begins to pull the bow of his violin across those strings letting those note ring out, a passionate solo plays out and if one knows the specific piece of music the wolf is playing they would know it's the Devil's Trill which flows outwards while keeping himself behind the snake that is preparing for another wave of violence, his gaze drifts from each of the members of ther group hoping his ballad inspires them before settling on the oncoming golem assault with a fire blazing in those amethyst wolven orbs.</div><div title="Janex" style="margin-top:2em">(Janex) As Janex readies another ball of fire in his fist, he cocks his ear to the distant sound of explosions, catching the sight of Wolfwood's latest hammer swing sending tiny golems flying in every direction. With his free paw, he activates his comms to update Greyson and Caitlin. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> "Same on my end, so far I just see Wolfwood making hay out of those little guys. Speaking of which--" His last words come out somewhat pained, as the flames gathering around his paw reach their height. With a bellow, the hellhound hurls another infernal fireball down on the misshapen statue and rider, shaking out his paw and clutching it with a wince.</div> <div title="Wolfwood" style="margin-top:2em">(Wolfwood) The bear rears up as another fireball hits it. The wires holding the mannequin president attached snap, the mannequin slumping in the cavity of the golem's back. It emits a tinny roar and looks towards Everdeene who it proceeds to charge. It is on fire, sagging, and in poor shape.</div> <div title="Everdeene" style="margin-top:2em">(Everdeene) Everdeene's roar gets everyone's attention as they watch the Shadow Dragoness suddenly charge across the battlefield and upom impact the torso gets entirely dislodged from it's limbs in an almost cartoonish fashion, and her claws, tightly gripping the partially melted, flaming torso, shatter it entirely, upon impact with the ground.</div> <div title="Rulsk" style="margin-top:2em">(Rulsk) Rulsk snarls as the heavy balls bounce off his armored body. As Waconet's pinpoint accurate gunfire shatters the launchers that have been harrying him, he grins widely, fangs bared in pleasure and promised aggression. His hellfire scorches the sports golem below him, a prelude to what the wolf is about to unleash. The only warning the athletic amalgamation gets is the widening of the massive canine's jaws, before a beam of raw astral fire erupts from his throat. Even blunted by the lack of nanites, very little can resist an eruption of plasma. The huge wolf keeps his prey trapped beneath him as he unleashes the fury of a star directly onto it. It flails wildly as it tries to free it self, to escape its demise, but it is no use. Its struggles weaken and fade into mere twitches as its elastic muscles snap, its remaining projectiles crack and detonate, and even its goalpost bones creak, sag, and ultimately slough away into molten metal. Soon, there's nothing left but the broken remains of a shattered and roasted golem. The triumphant wolf arches his body, throws his head back, and howls in victory. </div> <div title="Wolfwood" style="margin-top:2em">(Wolfwood) As the howl passes, the silence compared to just seconds before is almost deafening. Caitlyn looks off to the side and sees that Wolfwood is pinning a larger one of the small golems down to the ground by the neck with a hand as she kneels over the pile. It seems she finally was able to get close enough to get to work securing the server. The fight is over. For many, this is the first fight experienced outside of the bubble. As are the inevitable aches and pains that are going to start ringing out loud as the adrenaline runs out. The team can make their way back to the yard and regroup as Wolfwood works. The sounds of combat at the power relay are starting to die down as well, though the precise fate of what has happened there is unknown.</div> <div title="Waconet" style="margin-top:2em">(Waconet) Waconet focuses on bringing up a minibubble as his NICE starts up and activates his Regulation Nanomagic for those folks who were really starting to feel the effects of being out of bubble. As he also had Distrubuted Nanomagic, any one who had a NICE not being used could extend the range of the area he could help out by an additional 5 ft. </div> <div title="Caitlin" style="margin-top:2em">(Caitlin) Caitlin kept her guard up, her weapon ready as she scanned the field of combat and watched as the two golems get torn to shreds and Wolfwood seems to be able to handle herself. Finally, finally as the last pieces of the brass bear hit the ground does she finally hit the safety on the gun and take a deep breath. Rubbing at her shoulder as she opens comms. "Right, Wolfwood think we are good over here. Anyone hurt? Take a ball to the balls? Or we get out of here with a few scratches?" Gripping the carry handle of the AMR she lifts it in both hands with a huff and admires the weapon for a second, She finally got to fire an AMR and not get yelled at!</div> <div title="Tyo" style="margin-top:2em">(Tyo) Tyo lets out a small sigh of relief as he sees those juggernaut golems but down to rest and slows the melody of his instrument, the wolf begins to put away his trusty violin noticing some black almost oily fluid left on the bow he gives not heed to it as he places it back into it's proper place inside of his duster. One of the Brood King's paws reaches outwards giving the spine of his closest companion and member of his household a soft pat on his serpentine back, "Good job boi." before his looks on to the decapitated building, "you know how to get a server running, right?" his gaze blistered with obvious concern at the sight of the building the server is hosted in with a wary grin plastered on his furry lips, the wolf's own nanties beginning to get to work in supporting his pet in the task at hand with a small could spilling forth from that fluffy pelt.</div> <div title="Janex" style="margin-top:2em">(Janex) Watching from high as the bear came down with a sickening crunch, only to be temporarily blinded as the concentrated power of the sun destroyed the pile of leftovers from gym class, Janex shields his eyes, lowering his paw to see the dust settling over their battlefield. A slightly delirious laugh sets in, along with the exhaustion he'd been suppressing, as he sits back against the water tower, dangling his hindpaws from the platform. He'd done what he came to do. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> "Yeah, I think I'll live..." the hellhound murmurs into his comms as he cradles the searing brand on his paw to his chest. "I'll be down in a minute," he pants, looking out onto the view sretching for miles. So the world outside the bubble was still there, huh...?</div> <div title="Everdeene" style="margin-top:2em">(Everdeene) Everdeene lets out a roar alongside Rulsk's howl, and once the adrenaline begins to fade away, she drags herself onto the trailer and lays on her side, "I-if anyone's~... h-hungry, there's~... plenty of milk to go around for everyone~..." she gestures to her breasts.</div> <div title="Rulsk" style="margin-top:2em">(Rulsk) Rulsk feels *immediate* relief as Waconet's minibubble covers him. He wags his tail gratefully and gives a deep sigh as all the aches of the long journey and of the battle fade away practically instantly. His healing factor kicks into its usual level of efficiency and closes the few superficial wounds he'd taken almost instantly. He lowers his head to fix his jaws around the remaining scrap of the broken and melted sports golem, then drags it closer to the group. He's tired and hungry, but jubilant at how things had turned out. The fight, fast though it was, took a lot out of him, as he's never been in such a hostile environment before. He settles down next to Waconet so that he can rest within the radius of the minibubble his dear friend is generating, albeit behind a truck and more or less out of sight of the main group as he refills his nanite reserves in the way ravenous wolves are known for. </div><div title="Greyson" style="margin-top:2em">(Greyson) Greyson slips off the topside of the van, setting his equipment into the backside before running over to check on the damage, walking alongside Caitlin and lifting the brass from beside the totaled bear and its rider, clapping the woman's shoulder, "Relax, boss, think the worst we got's a nibbling... oughta secure that building before Charlie gets in here, think when I come back I'd like it to be standing up a bit... and for now it looks like a stiff breeze might topple the whole damn thing. " He snickers, arching a brow. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>"You make it out alright? Saw a bit of scuttling, but the van's not exactly the best vantage point." At that crackling into the comms, the wolf-beast murmurs, "I've got some spare tylenol with both your names on it right now..." He glances up towards the tower, humming, "Might have to bring it up to you- don't think I've seen the world from that high up since I got inoculated- especially not out here..." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Everdeene's offering brings a wince from the mutt's muzzle, "I'll... pass, got some Clif bars back in the van.. but uh- thanks, yeah?" He chuckles, staring on as Rulsk digs into the recently maimed golem, eyes flicking briefly towards Caitlin, then back towards the recently decimated creature, offering a shrug in turn.</div> <div title="Wolfwood" style="margin-top:2em">(Wolfwood) As Wolfwood finishing sending a reset signal to the server, the sputter of new golems coming out of the pile ceases. Still moving, but no new ones are being generated. For now. She knows that it will just pick things right back up if it doesn't get sufficient power and repairs soon. She glances back over towards the relay.<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>

"Hey! This is Alpha. Sector cleared! How're things over there?"<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>
TO BE CONTINUED.</div>

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'''Current Dedication:''' [[Quetzalcoatl]]
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'''Known Dedications'''

[[Coyote]]

[[Ixchel Jaguar]]

[[Kitsune]]

[[Nanite Adept]]

[[Ostara]]

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