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<tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> Hearing a warning in her head about the other people below the house and the dangerous nanomagic being used, she reaches a hand back to her belt and unclips the strap keeping her gun wedged in her holster, for quick access should the need arise. Closing her eyes for a few moments, she both pours her focus into her exceptional hearing and in stilling her breathing, trying to clear her mind in preparation for whatever was going on underneath her feet.</div> <div title="Kishea" style="margin-top:2em">(Kishea) The spider lady would close the door and sigh before going back to the small group of cultist. &quot;Now where were we... Ah yes, to prove your devotion to Deganon you must do your first sacrifice to them.&quot; Arimia would hear her say in a crazy fanatic tone as she sees the two new cultist nod in excitement. As for Sheela, Theia and Zen, they could barely hear muffled screams of terror comming from the latch that sheela opened to peek into.</div> <div title="Arimia" style="margin-top:2em">(Arimia) Arimia listens as the arachnid woman starts to speak again. At her words the feline woman ducks away again. &quot;Lizard and human are new recruits. Sacrifice is the planned induction method. Likely a demonic cult.&quot; One hand drifts toward the hilt of her sword as she turns an appraising eye toward the window she was peering through. After a couple seconds she adds, &quot;I am planning to head in. If there are objections to storming the place, offer them now.&quot; Even being outnumbered, and with the sheer size difference between herself and the spider lady, Arimia does not seem hesitant. </div><div title="Sheela" style="margin-top:2em">(Sheela) Noticing that the trapdoor was not locked in any way, her tail began to elegantly wrap around the handle before she opened the heavy door. Her ears pricked up as her ocean blue eyes sharpened. Slowly, she guided her muzzle deeper into the trapdoor, trying to spy or hear anything that might give any clues, so that she would reveal more clarity to the group. However, before she could satisfy her curiosity, she heard her alpha&#39;s voice and immediately it was as if her body stiffened. So nanomagic was at play, and not just any nanomagic! But before she could even speak up, she heard a dull cry, a wail of pain, and immediately all her being began to change. A deep growl murmured through her telepathic nanomagic so that everyone could hear it, but every single word she wanted to say was almost swallowed up by the feral growl and yet it could almost be understood, [pain.... pain... grrrr... someone.... pain... someone is suffering pain] It was as if her wild instincts were burning into her consciousness, as if every vein of her being was flooded with adrenaline that made her face any danger. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Was there still time, could she help the one whose cries she had only heard dully? It didn&#39;t matter, because no matter what was going on in the basement now, she had to stop it! She only heard the comm sounding in her ear, she heard how Arimia was ready too... Damn it, she didn&#39;t know what was going on with the others, but that wasn&#39;t the crucial thing now. With a spirited leap she sank into the maw of the trapdoor, while a deep loud rumble escaped from her throat, &quot;What... what the hell... what... grrrr... is going on here!&quot; She had no idea what dangers she would encounter, how quickly someone could rush to her side... but she put all her trust in the team.</div> <div title="Zen" style="margin-top:2em">(Zen) After making his way to where Sheela was, Zen gives her a quick nuzzle before hearing the wailing of suffering emanating from the now-opened hatch. He couldn&#39;t, and wouldn&#39;t, try to stop her from acting upon her emapthic instincts. It didn&#39;t help that they were talking about sacrificial rites in the next room! If they needed any reason to intervene, this was it! It sounded like Arimia was going to make a move on the ones in the living room, so he expected Theia and Oswynd to give her support. His job was to stand by his partner and make sure she didn&#39;t get herself into too much trouble! He thought to somehow obstruct the door, but he couldn&#39;t find any object that would work to accomplish the task. Like a skulking shadow, he followed after Sheela, using a tail to shut the hatch in his wake.</div> <div title="Theia" style="margin-top:2em">(Theia) Theia doesn&#39;t respond to Arimia&#39;s question, not wanting to make any noise until the absolute last minute. Instead she slowly draws her steel-grey handgun from the holster at her side, her trademark black pawprint logos visible on the grip and slide. She slowly sidesteps out away from the wall, angling herself to more easily spring through the doorway and silently rising to her feet, keeping slightly crouched and ready to spring forward. Her pointed ears swivels as she takes in the twin commotions of the slightly-deranged conversation next door and the muffled cries below her feet... but she doesn&#39;t move yet, instead waiting for one of her teammates to give her a signal. </div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> Hearing a warning in her head about the other people below the house and the dangerous nanomagic being used, she reaches a hand back to her belt and unclips the strap keeping her gun wedged in her holster, for quick access should the need arise. Closing her eyes for a few moments, she both pours her focus into her exceptional hearing and in stilling her breathing, trying to clear her mind in preparation for whatever was going on underneath her feet.</div> <div title="Kishea" style="margin-top:2em">(Kishea) The spider lady would close the door and sigh before going back to the small group of cultist. &quot;Now where were we... Ah yes, to prove your devotion to Deganon you must do your first sacrifice to them.&quot; Arimia would hear her say in a crazy fanatic tone as she sees the two new cultist nod in excitement. As for Sheela, Theia and Zen, they could barely hear muffled screams of terror comming from the latch that sheela opened to peek into.</div> <div title="Arimia" style="margin-top:2em">(Arimia) Arimia listens as the arachnid woman starts to speak again. At her words the feline woman ducks away again. &quot;Lizard and human are new recruits. Sacrifice is the planned induction method. Likely a demonic cult.&quot; One hand drifts toward the hilt of her sword as she turns an appraising eye toward the window she was peering through. After a couple seconds she adds, &quot;I am planning to head in. If there are objections to storming the place, offer them now.&quot; Even being outnumbered, and with the sheer size difference between herself and the spider lady, Arimia does not seem hesitant. </div><div title="Sheela" style="margin-top:2em">(Sheela) Noticing that the trapdoor was not locked in any way, her tail began to elegantly wrap around the handle before she opened the heavy door. Her ears pricked up as her ocean blue eyes sharpened. Slowly, she guided her muzzle deeper into the trapdoor, trying to spy or hear anything that might give any clues, so that she would reveal more clarity to the group. However, before she could satisfy her curiosity, she heard her alpha&#39;s voice and immediately it was as if her body stiffened. So nanomagic was at play, and not just any nanomagic! But before she could even speak up, she heard a dull cry, a wail of pain, and immediately all her being began to change. A deep growl murmured through her telepathic nanomagic so that everyone could hear it, but every single word she wanted to say was almost swallowed up by the feral growl and yet it could almost be understood, [pain.... pain... grrrr... someone.... pain... someone is suffering pain] It was as if her wild instincts were burning into her consciousness, as if every vein of her being was flooded with adrenaline that made her face any danger. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Was there still time, could she help the one whose cries she had only heard dully? It didn&#39;t matter, because no matter what was going on in the basement now, she had to stop it! She only heard the comm sounding in her ear, she heard how Arimia was ready too... Damn it, she didn&#39;t know what was going on with the others, but that wasn&#39;t the crucial thing now. With a spirited leap she sank into the maw of the trapdoor, while a deep loud rumble escaped from her throat, &quot;What... what the hell... what... grrrr... is going on here!&quot; She had no idea what dangers she would encounter, how quickly someone could rush to her side... but she put all her trust in the team.</div> <div title="Zen" style="margin-top:2em">(Zen) After making his way to where Sheela was, Zen gives her a quick nuzzle before hearing the wailing of suffering emanating from the now-opened hatch. He couldn&#39;t, and wouldn&#39;t, try to stop her from acting upon her emapthic instincts. It didn&#39;t help that they were talking about sacrificial rites in the next room! If they needed any reason to intervene, this was it! It sounded like Arimia was going to make a move on the ones in the living room, so he expected Theia and Oswynd to give her support. His job was to stand by his partner and make sure she didn&#39;t get herself into too much trouble! He thought to somehow obstruct the door, but he couldn&#39;t find any object that would work to accomplish the task. Like a skulking shadow, he followed after Sheela, using a tail to shut the hatch in his wake.</div> <div title="Theia" style="margin-top:2em">(Theia) Theia doesn&#39;t respond to Arimia&#39;s question, not wanting to make any noise until the absolute last minute. Instead she slowly draws her steel-grey handgun from the holster at her side, her trademark black pawprint logos visible on the grip and slide. She slowly sidesteps out away from the wall, angling herself to more easily spring through the doorway and silently rising to her feet, keeping slightly crouched and ready to spring forward. Her pointed ears swivels as she takes in the twin commotions of the slightly-deranged conversation next door and the muffled cries below her feet... but she doesn&#39;t move yet, instead waiting for one of her teammates to give her a signal. </div></td></tr>
<tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> And that signal arrived moments later. As Sheela&#39;s cry of confusion and rage echoed through the building, she whispers a &quot;ahhh, fuck it&quot; into her headset for the others to hear, and then pounces forward. </div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> And that signal arrived moments later. As Sheela&#39;s cry of confusion and rage echoed through the building, she whispers a &quot;ahhh, fuck it&quot; into her headset for the others to hear, and then pounces forward. </div></td></tr>
<tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> Bounding into the main room - and hoping her teammates are also making a move - she takes in the room with a glance and spots the big spider woman, who fits the voice she heard outside a few moments ago and who looks like the clear leader here. Without hesitating she raises her gun and lines up a shot... but holds fire, not liking her odds, and not wanting to start a fight she might not win. &quot;What in the everliving fuck is going on here?&quot; she half-grunts under her breath, eyes darting between the various robed figures in the room.</div> <div title="Oswynd" style="margin-top:2em">(Oswynd) The dragon listens in on his comm device. &quot;We&#39;re storming the place? Alright... hope they don&#39;t need their door.&quot; Whistling nonchalantly to himself the dragon reaches towards that bizarre-o gauntlet on his arm, protruding several prongs that interlock together to form a drill-like head upon its surface. &quot;Haven&#39;t used this in a while...&quot; he rumbles to himself and paces towards the main entrance, giving the device a rest-whirr to send its rotary blender-like drill-shaped head a test spin. &quot;Lalalaaaa... goodbye, lock!&quot; He raises his fist... and hesitates. &quot;What am I doing?&quot; The dragon shakes his head and re-folds the device back into its inert state for later use. If he overheats it now, he&#39;d not be getting another use of it anytime soon. One flimsy wooden door doesn&#39;t warrant that, right? <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> Cheap busted up house, he wagers he can even smash through the wall! As a matter of fact... he makes a lap around towards the wall directly separating the exterior from where the group of mutants had congregated, raises his fist and *SMASH* crashes right through in an ocean of dust and splinters. Stepping into the room, the dragon cracks his knuckles, one into the other and growls, &quot;Madam, I&#39;m really gonna need that signature. I didn&#39;t much appreciate the attitude from earlier, so I&#39;d prefer it if you&#39;re cooperative. You left me in a real damn bad mood, so I&#39;d start explaining if I were you.&quot; </div> <div title="Kishea" style="margin-top:2em">(Kishea) As sheela let her feral side take over because of her wanting to save the person in danger in the basement, she alerts everyone by growling and leaping. &quot;INTRUDERS! EVERYONE STOP WHATEVER YOU ARE DOING AND CAPTURE THEM!&quot; The spider lady would scream as she hears Sheela and sees Theia, the four robed figures would grab the whip hidden in their robes as the leader command them. As for the human male cultist, he would grab his pistol from his holster while the lizard girl just got in a fighting stance, trusting her claws to be enough, although both of them seemed nervous. As for the couple, they would quickly find themselves in a room with all sort of demonic symbols and diagrams, there were a dozens figures wearing black robes that stops running as they sees the two in front of them. &quot;Heh, you two are outnumbered, if you just give up we will make your death instant instead of torturing you like the oh how poor soul in the room behind us.&quot; One of the cultist would say in a confident tone. Back upstair, the lizard girl and human man would jump in terror from seeing the solar dragon crash through the wall. As for the 4 guards, two of them would turn their back to theia, but as they see the dragon, they froze in hesitation for two seconds, the other two would charge toward Theia, intent on bringing her down. &quot;You again?! HA i shouldve guessed there was something fishy going on, tss, this is just a fleemsy old house you think im scared of you?&quot; The spider lady would snarl toward Oswynd.</div></div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> Bounding into the main room - and hoping her teammates are also making a move - she takes in the room with a glance and spots the big spider woman, who fits the voice she heard outside a few moments ago and who looks like the clear leader here. Without hesitating she raises her gun and lines up a shot... but holds fire, not liking her odds, and not wanting to start a fight she might not win. &quot;What in the everliving fuck is going on here?&quot; she half-grunts under her breath, eyes darting between the various robed figures in the room.</div> <div title="Oswynd" style="margin-top:2em">(Oswynd) The dragon listens in on his comm device. &quot;We&#39;re storming the place? Alright... hope they don&#39;t need their door.&quot; Whistling nonchalantly to himself the dragon reaches towards that bizarre-o gauntlet on his arm, protruding several prongs that interlock together to form a drill-like head upon its surface. &quot;Haven&#39;t used this in a while...&quot; he rumbles to himself and paces towards the main entrance, giving the device a rest-whirr to send its rotary blender-like drill-shaped head a test spin. &quot;Lalalaaaa... goodbye, lock!&quot; He raises his fist... and hesitates. &quot;What am I doing?&quot; The dragon shakes his head and re-folds the device back into its inert state for later use. If he overheats it now, he&#39;d not be getting another use of it anytime soon. One flimsy wooden door doesn&#39;t warrant that, right? <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> Cheap busted up house, he wagers he can even smash through the wall! As a matter of fact... he makes a lap around towards the wall directly separating the exterior from where the group of mutants had congregated, raises his fist and *SMASH* crashes right through in an ocean of dust and splinters. Stepping into the room, the dragon cracks his knuckles, one into the other and growls, &quot;Madam, I&#39;m really gonna need that signature. I didn&#39;t much appreciate the attitude from earlier, so I&#39;d prefer it if you&#39;re cooperative. You left me in a real damn bad mood, so I&#39;d start explaining if I were you.&quot; </div> <div title="Kishea" style="margin-top:2em">(Kishea) As sheela let her feral side take over because of her wanting to save the person in danger in the basement, she alerts everyone by growling and leaping. &quot;INTRUDERS! EVERYONE STOP WHATEVER YOU ARE DOING AND CAPTURE THEM!&quot; The spider lady would scream as she hears Sheela and sees Theia, the four robed figures would grab the whip hidden in their robes as the leader command them. As for the human male cultist, he would grab his pistol from his holster while the lizard girl just got in a fighting stance, trusting her claws to be enough, although both of them seemed nervous. As for the couple, they would quickly find themselves in a room with all sort of demonic symbols and diagrams, there were a dozens figures wearing black robes that stops running as they sees the two in front of them. &quot;Heh, you two are outnumbered, if you just give up we will make your death instant instead of torturing you like the oh how poor soul in the room behind us.&quot; One of the cultist would say in a confident tone. Back upstair, the lizard girl and human man would jump in terror from seeing the solar dragon crash through the wall. As for the 4 guards, two of them would turn their back to theia, but as they see the dragon, they froze in hesitation for two seconds, the other two would charge toward Theia, intent on bringing her down. &quot;You again?! HA i shouldve guessed there was something fishy going on, tss, this is just a fleemsy old house you think im scared of you?&quot; The spider lady would snarl toward Oswynd.<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"></div><div title="Arimia" style="margin-top:2em">(Arimia) &quot;Three,&quot; comes a soft reply from outside, followed by the feline woman casually following behind Oswynd. Moving with surety, bare feet manage to avoid stepping on any dangerous debris as she steps beside, then past the dragon, moving toward the arachnimorph. &quot;But counting is hardly the strong suit of fanatics.&quot; When she&#39;s just shy of arm&#39;s reach the cat woman puts on a burst of speed, until she&#39;s right in the spider&#39;s face. Or as close to it as she can get with their height difference really. Arimia&#39;s hands move to grab what cloth there is of the scanty robes, then her body twists as she lifts the larger woman. Looking toward Oswynd, she comments, &quot;I&#39;ll take this one.&quot; Then she&#39;s throwing the woman toward, and through, what remains of the exterior wall after the dragon&#39;s entrance. Humming a soft tune she starts to move across the debris strewn floor, following in the wake of the arachnid, and paying little mind to the other robed figures still in the room. </div> <div title="Sheela" style="margin-top:2em">(Sheela) Even the gentleness of her alpha could no longer slow her down, for nature was already taking its course... not that side that would lead to unrestrained rutting... No, it was the irrepressible power to protect someone who was in danger, who needed help and was screaming for the sake of pain in that second. The fluffy fur of her neck bristled as her breath began to tremble through her throat like thunder. She felt her alpha following her, how close he was behind her, while her ocean blue eyes fixed only on the target before her. Communicating through her comm, which was firmly in her ear, she heard only in her subconscious, heard the others getting ready to storm the house in good old FBI fashion. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>On all four paws she slid into the room from which the shimmering light of candlelight awoke. Glancing around her, she saw these confusing symbols, the pentagram in the center of the room, before being greeted by a rude voice ordering them to surrender. Immediately her ocean blue eyes widened as she saw how the dozen of robes turned around... damn there were many! Immediately the nanomagic power lit up again, forming the mask of a kitsune before everyone could hear the indistinct growl she mentally broadcast to the group, [There are dozens... many robes... many evil assholes... too many...] Now that she saw the mass of occultists, attacking might not have been the wisest choice and quietly she growled to Zen, &quot;How are we going to do this....&quot; Instead of backing down though she puffed herself up further, her hackles awakening more and more before a low growl rushed through her throat, &quot;We don&#39;t have to fight... just give us the poor soul and you won&#39;t have to be worried! We will spare everyone and don&#39;t think I&#39;m scared of a toy gun!&quot; She tried to at least show the good will to regain the calmness of her mind, while the feral instincts were about to burn a single path in her thoughts.</div> <div title="Zen" style="margin-top:2em">(Zen) Zen could hear the muffled voices followed by a loud crash from upstairs. Well, it was safe to assume the spider lady and her group of followers were going to have their hands full! Still, they did outnumber the other half of their team two-to-one. A bigger problem soon presented itself as he reached the base of the stairs beside Sheela. Looking at all the demonic symbols and the dozen or so cultists, he and his partner were the ones most outnumbered! A snarl grew in his throat as one of the cultist spoke out. How dare they threaten Sheela! If they wanted to fight, he&#39;d make damn sure they knew what they were signing up for! <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> Hackles bristling with the promise of violence, a deafening snarl echoes through the room. A growl laden with hatred rolls from his throat as his nanomagic takes on a more threatening from. &quot;Just try! I&#39;ll rip your damn throats out, all of you! Your corpses will make a fine addition to this demonic atmosphere! I&#39;ll paint the wall red with you!&quot; He roars, looking for the nearest cultist with a weakened resolve. He lunges for their throat, teeth bared, ready to make an example for the rest to follow!</div> <div title="Theia" style="margin-top:2em">(Theia) Not even attempting to stifle the grin that crosses her face at the sight of her dragon friend obliterating a wall with a single punch, Theia swivels on the pads of her feet to face the two nearest robed cultists. She fires a couple of rounds at one, aiming at what appears to be the centre of mass beneath the dark cloth, before pivoting to deliver a kick at the head of the other cultist. Not waiting to see the damage she&#39;s caused the feline quickly backs off, keeping light on her feet and not letting the pair get too close, before closing in again. Alternating between shots from her gun and kicks, tail swipes and claw scratches, she attempts to quickly bring down her two opponents without letting either larger figure land a blow on her. </div> <div title="Oswynd" style="margin-top:2em">(Oswynd) &quot;Rude.&quot; Oswynd takes several more steps into the room prior to Arimia&#39;s own actions, his heavy footfalls thumping against the ground. &quot;Well it ain&#39;t my fault you got a crap taste in living accomodations. Hey, give me a ring when you&#39;re out of jail, I know a nice place around the center of town that charges hardly anything in terms of rent.&quot; The dragon casts the arachnid woman a wink and a smirk. &quot;Right now though me and the boys are gonna have to put your little operation on ice. Trust me, you&#39;d rather deal with us than the Home Owners&#39; Association. They&#39;re the real devil&#39;s minions, and if they find out what you got going here they&#39;ll be out for blood. Now...&quot; he&#39;s cut off when the woman is sent flying. &quot;Now THAT... is rude.&quot; He snerks and shakes his head, gaze returning to the guards that he&#39;d paralyzed, addressing them and the cultists within earshot, &quot;You can do better than this, boys. Put down the weapons and cheese it, I&#39;ll make sure to forget you were ever involved in any of this. Otherwise it&#39;s jailtime with Bubba the Butt Blaster for the lot of ya. And I gotta warn ya, he didn&#39;t get that nickname for nothing.&quot; He takes a step to one side to expose the hole in the wall for them. &quot;Your move, freaks.&quot; Given what the rest of his team had started to do however... &quot;I&#39;d hurry up if I were you.&quot; </ins></div></div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><div></div><div title="Kishea" style="margin-top:2em">(Kishea) A man would get out of the shadows as he spot the scouting party arriving at the mission deployment point. &quot;Psst over here&quot; He would say quietly enough that even you could barely hear him as he waves at you all. &quot;Good timing, theres some suspicious looking guy that i spotted, hes in the house over there but i cant watch all the exits at once.&quot; He would tell you.</div> <div title="Arimia" style="margin-top:2em">(Arimia) A somewhat short humanoid woman makes her way toward the man, idly checking the two guns she has with her, one then the other. The guns are resecured at holsters on a belt around her waist, one also holding a sword. Admittedly, the leather belt clashes somewhat with the qipao that Arimia is wearing. At his words she turns her head to glance toward the indicated building before looking back toward the man. &quot;I assume you have not seen any approach or enter the house?&quot; </div> <div title="Sheela" style="margin-top:2em">(Sheela) Sheela trotted attentively beside Zen, while she had a slightly apprehensive look and her ocean-blue eyes were already roaming vigilantly. It was not unusual for her to go on missions, but it was unusual to have such a vaguely defined goal. Honestly, was it even a good idea to go on such a mission when she herself had the wild and unruly instincts as a common Feral? Somewhat naively and at the same time sincerely, she had decided to go along with Zen, to reach the destination of the meeting point. &quot;Mmh, hopefully people won&#39;t mind a Feral there...&quot; she rumbled a bit worriedly, while her tail roamed back and forth a bit excitedly, in line with her typical gait on four paws. She was a snow-white Timber Wolf whose only protection consisted of a military-style harness, while small pockets allowed her to stow important items. As they approached the rendezvous point, she walked a little closer to Zen&#39;s side, while her gaze lowered a little and she saw a wide variety of mutants dedicated to this endeavor. With a shy wag of her elegant fluffy tail she greeted them all, before with a low reserved growl a yet friendly &quot;Hey, are you all part of the scouting troupe?&quot;. Without detour, however, a man was already coming out of the thicket that enveloped an old house. Immediately, the snow-white wolf&#39;s fluffy ears pricked up before she released a warning growl at being startled. &quot;Phew, damn, you scared me. But... but I guess the cat woman is right. Has anything happened around the house yet?&quot;, she growls softly, before she took a closer look at Arimia and even put her snout a little higher to get a wiff of her smell.</div> <div title="Zen" style="margin-top:2em">(Zen) Wearing nothing but the his natural fur coat, Zen trots up to the gathering of agents. At a glance, he&#39;d resemble a true feral with his lack of equipment and his bestial, quadrupedal stance. Two tails dance behind him with an inquisitive nature as he sizes up the others, sniffing the air to familiarize himself with their scents. His dark, black fur would be the complimentary &#39;yin&#39; to Sheela&#39;s &#39;yang&#39;. With a rumble, he reassures his partner, &quot;Don&#39;t worry, I&#39;m sure a trained agent would be able to discern us from the other sex-crazed beasts.&quot; With a chuckle, he adds, &quot;Well, maybe not. After all, we do enjoy those same, passionate activities as much as the next critter.&quot; After saying his piece to her, he looks towards the man who had moved out from the shadows. He was watching some suspicious looking person in a nearby house? What even constitutes as strange appearance in this age? For now, he&#39;d remain relatively silent, happy enough to let the others do all the talking.</div> <div title="Theia" style="margin-top:2em">(Theia) Following a few paces behind the two wolves - on two legs, not four - is a grey-furred feline clad in a somewhat-battered leather jacket, a tank top and form-fitting cargo pants, with a single gun clipped to her belt. Pulling on a pair of black leather gloves as she strides towards the assembling group, she calls out after the couple. &quot;Don&#39;t worry, if I thought you two were feral, you&#39;d know by now. All is good, you&#39;re friends and not food...&quot; Turning to the sketchy gentleman she adds, &quot;So, what are we all here for then bossman?&quot;</div> <div title="Oswynd" style="margin-top:2em">(Oswynd) Along comes Oswynd, humming to the tune of something he&#39;d recently heard on the Zephyr network. Something-something-Hodd Toward and things just working? Fairhaven is an entertaining place, is it not? The dragon seems to be garbed in nothing other than a pair of loose cargo trunks, a blade dangling off of his hip, some kind of bizarre-o gauntlet latched to his left arm like some sort of metallic parasite. Elsewise he is completely uncovered above the waist, not a scrap of cloth to cover his chest, save for a pair of handwraps tightly wound around his knuckles. Just looking at the fella one can tell he prefers to resolve violent confrontation with his fists, trading protection for freedom of motion in all regards. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> When addressed by this weirdo however, Oswynd quirks a brow, turns his head towards the house in question, then returns those piercing faintly glowing golden irises to the stranger that&#39;d addressed them. &quot;Okay.&quot; He cracks his knuckles and puffs out two thin streams of steam. &quot;That narrows it down to about two-thirds of the population, but alright.&quot; The dragon turns towards the rest of the group that&#39;d congregated here. &quot;Oswynd Ottkinson, nice to meet a few new faces. Looks like we&#39;re pressed for time though! Looks like we&#39;re running some P.I. work today.&quot; <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> Whistling softly under his breath, the dragon rolls his shoulders and notes. &quot;You lot look much much sneaker than I am, so I&#39;d best provide a distraction for you folks to go snoop around for whatever&#39;s being super suspect in there. Buuuuut...&quot; he snaps his fingers and fingerguns towards Theia. &quot;The good question. Why exactly are we gonna go poking around someone&#39;s home?&quot; Oswynd opens his arms and shrugs deeply, equally as confused about their assigned task here.</div> <div title="Kishea" style="margin-top:2em">(Kishea) The man would shake his head. &quot;After he entered no, dude was looking around like the devil was after him, although i did see a buff woman as the door opened from the guy knocks, man shes terrifying, must be at least 10 feet tall and looks like a spider leading a cult, if you see you&#39;ll understand instantly. The knocks were in morse code, i was able to decipher it, not sure what it means but it was Deganon.&quot; He would answer to you five before continuing. &quot;How about i stay here and you guys check behind the house, we&#39;ll stay in touch with our comms.&quot;</div> <div title="Arimia" style="margin-top:2em">(Arimia) The feline woman lets out a hum at the man&#39;s words, glancing toward the house again. &quot;Right. I&#39;ll go ahead and slip around back.&quot; Having said so, Arimia moves away from the group. Between one step and the next she seems to disappear, though is likely simply taking advantage of what bits of cover there are among the outskirts of the city to remain hidden from sight. Making her way toward, then around the building, she keeps an eye open for any windows that are not boarded up, curtained off, or otherwise obscured that she can use to peek within.</div></div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><div></div><div title="Kishea" style="margin-top:2em">(Kishea) A man would get out of the shadows as he spot the scouting party arriving at the mission deployment point. &quot;Psst over here&quot; He would say quietly enough that even you could barely hear him as he waves at you all. &quot;Good timing, theres some suspicious looking guy that i spotted, hes in the house over there but i cant watch all the exits at once.&quot; He would tell you.</div> <div title="Arimia" style="margin-top:2em">(Arimia) A somewhat short humanoid woman makes her way toward the man, idly checking the two guns she has with her, one then the other. The guns are resecured at holsters on a belt around her waist, one also holding a sword. Admittedly, the leather belt clashes somewhat with the qipao that Arimia is wearing. At his words she turns her head to glance toward the indicated building before looking back toward the man. &quot;I assume you have not seen any approach or enter the house?&quot; </div> <div title="Sheela" style="margin-top:2em">(Sheela) Sheela trotted attentively beside Zen, while she had a slightly apprehensive look and her ocean-blue eyes were already roaming vigilantly. It was not unusual for her to go on missions, but it was unusual to have such a vaguely defined goal. Honestly, was it even a good idea to go on such a mission when she herself had the wild and unruly instincts as a common Feral? Somewhat naively and at the same time sincerely, she had decided to go along with Zen, to reach the destination of the meeting point. &quot;Mmh, hopefully people won&#39;t mind a Feral there...&quot; she rumbled a bit worriedly, while her tail roamed back and forth a bit excitedly, in line with her typical gait on four paws. She was a snow-white Timber Wolf whose only protection consisted of a military-style harness, while small pockets allowed her to stow important items. As they approached the rendezvous point, she walked a little closer to Zen&#39;s side, while her gaze lowered a little and she saw a wide variety of mutants dedicated to this endeavor. With a shy wag of her elegant fluffy tail she greeted them all, before with a low reserved growl a yet friendly &quot;Hey, are you all part of the scouting troupe?&quot;. Without detour, however, a man was already coming out of the thicket that enveloped an old house. Immediately, the snow-white wolf&#39;s fluffy ears pricked up before she released a warning growl at being startled. &quot;Phew, damn, you scared me. But... but I guess the cat woman is right. Has anything happened around the house yet?&quot;, she growls softly, before she took a closer look at Arimia and even put her snout a little higher to get a wiff of her smell.</div> <div title="Zen" style="margin-top:2em">(Zen) Wearing nothing but the his natural fur coat, Zen trots up to the gathering of agents. At a glance, he&#39;d resemble a true feral with his lack of equipment and his bestial, quadrupedal stance. Two tails dance behind him with an inquisitive nature as he sizes up the others, sniffing the air to familiarize himself with their scents. His dark, black fur would be the complimentary &#39;yin&#39; to Sheela&#39;s &#39;yang&#39;. With a rumble, he reassures his partner, &quot;Don&#39;t worry, I&#39;m sure a trained agent would be able to discern us from the other sex-crazed beasts.&quot; With a chuckle, he adds, &quot;Well, maybe not. After all, we do enjoy those same, passionate activities as much as the next critter.&quot; After saying his piece to her, he looks towards the man who had moved out from the shadows. He was watching some suspicious looking person in a nearby house? What even constitutes as strange appearance in this age? For now, he&#39;d remain relatively silent, happy enough to let the others do all the talking.</div> <div title="Theia" style="margin-top:2em">(Theia) Following a few paces behind the two wolves - on two legs, not four - is a grey-furred feline clad in a somewhat-battered leather jacket, a tank top and form-fitting cargo pants, with a single gun clipped to her belt. Pulling on a pair of black leather gloves as she strides towards the assembling group, she calls out after the couple. &quot;Don&#39;t worry, if I thought you two were feral, you&#39;d know by now. All is good, you&#39;re friends and not food...&quot; Turning to the sketchy gentleman she adds, &quot;So, what are we all here for then bossman?&quot;</div> <div title="Oswynd" style="margin-top:2em">(Oswynd) Along comes Oswynd, humming to the tune of something he&#39;d recently heard on the Zephyr network. Something-something-Hodd Toward and things just working? Fairhaven is an entertaining place, is it not? The dragon seems to be garbed in nothing other than a pair of loose cargo trunks, a blade dangling off of his hip, some kind of bizarre-o gauntlet latched to his left arm like some sort of metallic parasite. Elsewise he is completely uncovered above the waist, not a scrap of cloth to cover his chest, save for a pair of handwraps tightly wound around his knuckles. Just looking at the fella one can tell he prefers to resolve violent confrontation with his fists, trading protection for freedom of motion in all regards. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> When addressed by this weirdo however, Oswynd quirks a brow, turns his head towards the house in question, then returns those piercing faintly glowing golden irises to the stranger that&#39;d addressed them. &quot;Okay.&quot; He cracks his knuckles and puffs out two thin streams of steam. &quot;That narrows it down to about two-thirds of the population, but alright.&quot; The dragon turns towards the rest of the group that&#39;d congregated here. &quot;Oswynd Ottkinson, nice to meet a few new faces. Looks like we&#39;re pressed for time though! Looks like we&#39;re running some P.I. work today.&quot; <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> Whistling softly under his breath, the dragon rolls his shoulders and notes. &quot;You lot look much much sneaker than I am, so I&#39;d best provide a distraction for you folks to go snoop around for whatever&#39;s being super suspect in there. Buuuuut...&quot; he snaps his fingers and fingerguns towards Theia. &quot;The good question. Why exactly are we gonna go poking around someone&#39;s home?&quot; Oswynd opens his arms and shrugs deeply, equally as confused about their assigned task here.</div> <div title="Kishea" style="margin-top:2em">(Kishea) The man would shake his head. &quot;After he entered no, dude was looking around like the devil was after him, although i did see a buff woman as the door opened from the guy knocks, man shes terrifying, must be at least 10 feet tall and looks like a spider leading a cult, if you see you&#39;ll understand instantly. The knocks were in morse code, i was able to decipher it, not sure what it means but it was Deganon.&quot; He would answer to you five before continuing. &quot;How about i stay here and you guys check behind the house, we&#39;ll stay in touch with our comms.&quot;</div> <div title="Arimia" style="margin-top:2em">(Arimia) The feline woman lets out a hum at the man&#39;s words, glancing toward the house again. &quot;Right. I&#39;ll go ahead and slip around back.&quot; Having said so, Arimia moves away from the group. Between one step and the next she seems to disappear, though is likely simply taking advantage of what bits of cover there are among the outskirts of the city to remain hidden from sight. Making her way toward, then around the building, she keeps an eye open for any windows that are not boarded up, curtained off, or otherwise obscured that she can use to peek within<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">.</div><div title="Sheela" style="margin-top:2em">(Sheela) Once everyone had gathered, Sheela couldn&#39;t help but turn to Theia with a soft smile, &quot;Mmm, seems like you hunt ferals as some sort of treat more often~ Oh, my name is Sheela by the way~&quot; she jokes softly before looking to the giant dragon and growling questioningly, &quot;Ottkinson?! Are... are you related to Magnus?&quot; she growled a bit confused before focusing on the man who finally gave some details on what was really behind this mission. &quot;10 feet tall and in the house of a cult... or whatever... Deganon?&quot; she rumbled nervously before swallowing audibly, not knowing if it was smart to deal with an occult lunatic. Since there seemed to be no time for questions, no time to get to know the group first, she thought about how she could be most useful to the group. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Just as she was about to start thinking about a plan, Arimia was already walking on the path of shadows... literally!... It was as if Arimia had disappeared from one second to the next. &quot;Mmh, seems like I&#39;ll sneak to the other side and see what I can spy!&quot; she growled excitedly before looking to Zen and nodding gently to him. &quot;I wish you luck Oswynd! Sell that guy a vacuum cleaner or something!&quot; she jokes before digging her four paws into the crust of the earth and disappearing with a small leap in the opposite direction of Arimia to get her first look at the house. She lowers her body while her tail wags gently and she peers into the windows to see if she can spot anything that might give us further clues.</div> <div title="Zen" style="margin-top:2em">(Zen) As the grey-furred feline approached from behind, Zen&#39;s ears dialed towards her when she spoke to them. Quipping back, he rumbled, &quot;Friends not food, huh? Does that mean you go around hunting ferals for your next meal? Heh, if so, you best be careful where you decide to hunt.&quot; His ears flicker again towards the dragon that had stepped up and introduced himself. He wasn&#39;t the least bit recognizable, not from his scent or his general appearance. However, that name he gave suggested he was related to someone he was quite familiar with. Turned towards Oswynd, he growled, &quot;You said, Ottkinson? While I don&#39;t believe we&#39;ve met, I think I may be familiar with a relative of yours. Maybe we could chat once this business with the &#39;mysterious man&#39; is dealt with.&quot; Deciding to take a more supportive role, he growls, &quot;While the rest are off sneaking a peek through the windows, I&#39;ll casually wait out front. It isn&#39;t like it would be odd for someone to be walking on the sidewalk.&quot; With that said, he casually walks to a spot near the front and leans against one of the damaged street lights that line the street.</div> <div title="Theia" style="margin-top:2em">(Theia) Theia chuckles at the parting remarks clung her way, as she watches some of her companions silently skulk out of sight and loop around the back of the building. She gives them enough time to get fully out of sight and around the back of the building before bending down to pick up a single smooth stone from the floor, a chunk somewhat smaller than her fist. Tossing the rock in the air and letting it fall back into her palm, she turns to her draconic companion. &quot;Hey you, good to see you again. I don&#39;t know about you, but I&#39;d just make too much noise if I tried to follow that lot. I&#39;m kinda bad at the whole cat thing, I guess... shall we go cause that distraction you mentioned, and give them some space to explore?&quot; As she says the word &quot;distraction&quot;, she traces the proposed trajectory of that rock from her hand to the door with her eyes, making clear her intentions. &quot;We could hide behind those old cars and keep a lookout from here, if you wanted. Or...&quot;, she pauses, a mischevious grin spreading across her cute face. &quot;Or, we could do something really stupid, and try and lure the big chicka out of the house?&quot; She looks back across the street at the house in question, taking in the boarded up windows, trying to map out safe ways to approach unseen, before letting out a sigh. &quot;Well, whatever we do, we probably shouldn&#39;t leave wolfie over there standing out there like a lemon. That would be mean. And I&#39;m not a mean person... allegedly.&quot;</div> <div title="Oswynd" style="margin-top:2em">(Oswynd) Shooting Zen a wink, Oswynd nods and adds &quot;That doesn&#39;t narrow it down much, but my folks are known to roam so I&#39;d love to get to know a friend of the family! But yes, we have work to do!&quot; The dragon waits for his team to get into their positions, given the male was kind of huge and in no way stealthy with the light he gives off. HOWEVER! Once everyone had repositioned to make their sneaky stealthy observations of the house, he clears his throat and makes directly for the front door. *knock knock* his fingers rap against its surface. Whenupon someone opens up, the dragon flashes his most charismatic smile and starts speaking with a voice laden with showmanship! <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> &quot;Good afternoon and fair tidings to you fine madam! I come representing the Solar Attendants inhabiting our LOVELY, PICTURESQUE mountain peak far off to the northeast! DID YOU KNOW, that EVERY SINGLE DAY we see poachers and scouts both corporate and otherwise surveying the area, greedily peering left and right surveying the terrain for riches to steal? WELL fair madam! I need only a moment of your time and a signature on my little petition right here, that we might PUSH BACK against the greedy corporate fat cats trying to desecrate our homeland and the picturesque view we have all come to enjoy!&quot; <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> Oswynd leans against the doorframe and waves a hand out over towards the horizon &quot;Just imagine madam! All that wonderful natural wildland marred... ruined by logging!&quot; he gasps &quot;Quarrying! Mining! Truly unacceptable I tell you!&quot; Before the arachnid could say anything else, Oswynd adds in &quot;AND! Just because you seem like a fair and fine lady of quality, I am willing to add YOUR signature madam, that&#39;s right! To the Nature Preservation Fund sweepstakes! Oh yes! One little scribble right here and you could win more freecred than anyone knows what to do with! Trust me, we are quite literally made of gold.&quot; The dragon casts his &#39;client&#39; a wink, fingers rapping against the metallic scales adorning his arm.</div> <div title="Kishea" style="margin-top:2em">(Kishea) As Arimia looks through a window, she would see a tall spider woman in revealing black robes that would make her looks like a satanist to christians, she had 4 persons in blacks robes behind her, although those ones werent as revealing. The buff woman was talking to 2 persons, one was a small human man and the other a slightly taller lizard girl. &quot;...There is no turn back, you must prove your devotion by- what is the meaning of th-...!&quot; The spider would turn toward the door and see a very bright coloured dragon through the broken door windows.&quot;Ugh... i hope its not what i think this is about...&quot; The catgirl would hear the woman say and slap her forehead as Oswynd knocks on the door. Meanwhile, Sheela would see through a semi barricaded window that there was a fortified trapdoor that looked in much better condition than the house</ins>.</div></div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><div></div></div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"></div><div title="Kishea" style="margin-top:2em">(Kishea) A man would get out of the shadows as he spot the scouting party arriving at the mission deployment point. &quot;Psst over here&quot; He would say quietly enough that even you could barely hear him as he waves at you all. &quot;Good timing, theres some suspicious looking guy that i spotted, hes in the house over there but i cant watch all the exits at once.&quot; He would tell you.</div> <div title="Arimia" style="margin-top:2em">(Arimia) A somewhat short humanoid woman makes her way toward the man, idly checking the two guns she has with her, one then the other. The guns are resecured at holsters on a belt around her waist, one also holding a sword. Admittedly, the leather belt clashes somewhat with the qipao that Arimia is wearing. At his words she turns her head to glance toward the indicated building before looking back toward the man. &quot;I assume you have not seen any approach or enter the house?&quot; </div> <div title="Sheela" style="margin-top:2em">(Sheela) Sheela trotted attentively beside Zen, while she had a slightly apprehensive look and her ocean-blue eyes were already roaming vigilantly. It was not unusual for her to go on missions, but it was unusual to have such a vaguely defined goal. Honestly, was it even a good idea to go on such a mission when she herself had the wild and unruly instincts as a common Feral? Somewhat naively and at the same time sincerely, she had decided to go along with Zen, to reach the destination of the meeting point. &quot;Mmh, hopefully people won&#39;t mind a Feral there...&quot; she rumbled a bit worriedly, while her tail roamed back and forth a bit excitedly, in line with her typical gait on four paws. She was a snow-white Timber Wolf whose only protection consisted of a military-style harness, while small pockets allowed her to stow important items. As they approached the rendezvous point, she walked a little closer to Zen&#39;s side, while her gaze lowered a little and she saw a wide variety of mutants dedicated to this endeavor. With a shy wag of her elegant fluffy tail she greeted them all, before with a low reserved growl a yet friendly &quot;Hey, are you all part of the scouting troupe?&quot;. Without detour, however, a man was already coming out of the thicket that enveloped an old house. Immediately, the snow-white wolf&#39;s fluffy ears pricked up before she released a warning growl at being startled. &quot;Phew, damn, you scared me. But... but I guess the cat woman is right. Has anything happened around the house yet?&quot;, she growls softly, before she took a closer look at Arimia and even put her snout a little higher to get a wiff of her smell.</div> <div title="Zen" style="margin-top:2em">(Zen) Wearing nothing but the his natural fur coat, Zen trots up to the gathering of agents. At a glance, he&#39;d resemble a true feral with his lack of equipment and his bestial, quadrupedal stance. Two tails dance behind him with an inquisitive nature as he sizes up the others, sniffing the air to familiarize himself with their scents. His dark, black fur would be the complimentary &#39;yin&#39; to Sheela&#39;s &#39;yang&#39;. With a rumble, he reassures his partner, &quot;Don&#39;t worry, I&#39;m sure a trained agent would be able to discern us from the other sex-crazed beasts.&quot; With a chuckle, he adds, &quot;Well, maybe not. After all, we do enjoy those same, passionate activities as much as the next critter.&quot; After saying his piece to her, he looks towards the man who had moved out from the shadows. He was watching some suspicious looking person in a nearby house? What even constitutes as strange appearance in this age? For now, he&#39;d remain relatively silent, happy enough to let the others do all the talking.</div> <div title="Theia" style="margin-top:2em">(Theia) Following a few paces behind the two wolves - on two legs, not four - is a grey-furred feline clad in a somewhat-battered leather jacket, a tank top and form-fitting cargo pants, with a single gun clipped to her belt. Pulling on a pair of black leather gloves as she strides towards the assembling group, she calls out after the couple. &quot;Don&#39;t worry, if I thought you two were feral, you&#39;d know by now. All is good, you&#39;re friends and not food...&quot; Turning to the sketchy gentleman she adds, &quot;So, what are we all here for then bossman?&quot;</div> <div title="Oswynd" style="margin-top:2em">(Oswynd) Along comes Oswynd, humming to the tune of something he&#39;d recently heard on the Zephyr network. Something-something-Hodd Toward and things just working? Fairhaven is an entertaining place, is it not? The dragon seems to be garbed in nothing other than a pair of loose cargo trunks, a blade dangling off of his hip, some kind of bizarre-o gauntlet latched to his left arm like some sort of metallic parasite. Elsewise he is completely uncovered above the waist, not a scrap of cloth to cover his chest, save for a pair of handwraps tightly wound around his knuckles. Just looking at the fella one can tell he prefers to resolve violent confrontation with his fists, trading protection for freedom of motion in all regards. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> When addressed by this weirdo however, Oswynd quirks a brow, turns his head towards the house in question, then returns those piercing faintly glowing golden irises to the stranger that&#39;d addressed them. &quot;Okay.&quot; He cracks his knuckles and puffs out two thin streams of steam. &quot;That narrows it down to about two-thirds of the population, but alright.&quot; The dragon turns towards the rest of the group that&#39;d congregated here. &quot;Oswynd Ottkinson, nice to meet a few new faces. Looks like we&#39;re pressed for time though! Looks like we&#39;re running some P.I. work today.&quot; <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> Whistling softly under his breath, the dragon rolls his shoulders and notes. &quot;You lot look much much sneaker than I am, so I&#39;d best provide a distraction for you folks to go snoop around for whatever&#39;s being super suspect in there. Buuuuut...&quot; he snaps his fingers and fingerguns towards Theia. &quot;The good question. Why exactly are we gonna go poking around someone&#39;s home?&quot; Oswynd opens his arms and shrugs deeply, equally as confused about their assigned task here.</div> <div title="Kishea" style="margin-top:2em">(Kishea) The man would shake his head. &quot;After he entered no, dude was looking around like the devil was after him, although i did see a buff woman as the door opened from the guy knocks, man shes terrifying, must be at least 10 feet tall and looks like a spider leading a cult, if you see you&#39;ll understand instantly. The knocks were in morse code, i was able to decipher it, not sure what it means but it was Deganon.&quot; He would answer to you five before continuing. &quot;How about i stay here and you guys check behind the house, we&#39;ll stay in touch with our comms.&quot;</div> <div title="Arimia" style="margin-top:2em">(Arimia) The feline woman lets out a hum at the man&#39;s words, glancing toward the house again. &quot;Right. I&#39;ll go ahead and slip around back.&quot; Having said so, Arimia moves away from the group. Between one step and the next she seems to disappear, though is likely simply taking advantage of what bits of cover there are among the outskirts of the city to remain hidden from sight. Making her way toward, then around the building, she keeps an eye open for any windows that are not boarded up, curtained off, or otherwise obscured that she can use to peek within.</ins></div></div></td></tr>
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