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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>Several armed and armored Zephyr agents stand in front of a rundown apartment building. The neighborhood around said building isn't in the best shape either. The agents appear to be equipped like a SWAT team; carbine rifles and body armor. One stands off from the rest, a broad shouldered non-mutant watching for arrivals. Cigar in his mouth, the man stares over the menagerie of agents he seems to be presiding over.<br> <br>Menil heads in covered in heavy armor, as he usually does outside the secure areas of Zephyr and the other factions. He fiddles with the straps a little bit as he walks up to the other Zephyr agents, not a weapon seen on him, just a somewhat dingy looking backpack on his back. Glancing over the group, his attention focuses on the broad shouldered man to the side, heading over to him as he seems to be the one in charge.<br> <br>It had been a while since Edel had anything fancy to do, or had taken a job from Zephyr. Deciding on a whim that today would be a fun day for doing such, she decides to make her way there. Wearing the form of a white-furred wolf today, the woman approaches the official-looking bloke at a fairly relaxed pace, the slinky black dress she was wearing swaying around her knees as she went. "Hellooo! Is this the place?" She asks, resting her arm on the pommel of her sword.<br> <br>She hated being on loan, even more so to Zephyr of all people. Why did RSX keep throwing her out to the dogs. Maybe because she was a dog... in either case Sasha flutters her way over and down, folding her pink butterfly wings behind her. She was thankful for a few things that Z was able to pull off, her business suit not only covering her up, but making impossible to tell what she had under it. It really was a marvel. Strapped to her side, her laser pistol, and everywhere she walked a felling of impending doom followed. Once she's landed, she looks casually to the Zephyr agents, "So, what exactly are we doing here?"<br> <br>Benjamin looks at the group from across the street, still considering if he should risk working with Zephyr. The catboi wore a heave concrete grey cloak that looked like it was meant to keep him warm in rainy conditions, while under that he wore a thick lether vest with a silk skirt keeping what little modesty he cared to keep. On his back is a pack that was made up of lots of batteries strapped together and wired into the gatling lazer that was hooked to the side of the pack. With a sigh he walks up to the group and listens in, not speaking up unless directly addressed.<br> <br>Fenris saunters easily down the street, a small, contented smile on his tanuki face. He waddles to a stop next to the gathered agents. "Hi!" he says affably, "Anything I can help with?" He has no love for Zephyr, but he didn't mind being helpful.<br> <br>The man in charge takes the cigar from his mouth, looking over the volunteers who answered his call. "Thanks for the help. We're here to grab some asshole who thinks it's funny to shoot random people on the street. Zephyr, RSX, Prometheans... Far as we can tell he isn't feral. Just likes hurting people, apparently. These guys..." The man gestures to the team behind him. "...Are too scared to run in there and get him." One of the other agents calls out to him: "They don't pay me enough to get shot, Dick." Prompting a scowl from the leader. "See? Undisciplined assholes. Moving on... We know he's on the fourth floor on the east side." "West side." "Right, er, west side. Don't know which room."<br> <br>Menil quirks a brow when he mentions the other agent being too scared. He glances over at the other assembled agents, then back at the non-mutant with the cigar. "So... just run in and grab him, that's it? Ah. Do you know what sort of gun he's using, or caliber or power of it? Curious how well it would penetrate armor," he asks, tapping one of the ballistic plates on the suit he's wearing. <br> <br>Edel wasn't wearing any armour of her own! Or at least didn't appear to be. Who knew what kind of nanite shenanigans were going on with her, but at least the lady looked stylish. "Hmm... Fourth floor, west side. Seems straight forward enough. We just waltz in there, grab him, and bring him out?" She glances over the building, looking for any windows that might provide a sneaky entrance.<br> <br>Sasha shakes her head a bit, she couldn't believe this. Looking over to Edel primarily, leaning over to whisper to her fellow canine. Wings unfold behind her a moment, shivering a bit before she folds them back up. "So, just some ass hat with a gun, not sure why you all are so afraid of bullets of all things, but whatever." She says, walking up to the front entrance, examining it a moment to see just how structually unsound this building is.<br> <br>The catboi growls under his breath, suddenly glad that he decided to join in on this mission. Benji lets out a sigh as he looks over the ones who had refused to go in, angry yet sympathetic with them as he knew all too well how painful getting shot up was. The cat reaches around himself and unhooks the gatling lazor from the power pack and hefts it with both hands. Remaining silent, Benji waited to hear what kind of firepower they were going up against, that kind of infor was important.<br> <br>"Sure! Sure!" Fenris says, the affable smile never leaving his face, "No worries! We'll have him out here for you in no time!" The tubby tanuki tips his bamboo hat onto his head and unsheathes his sword from his back, its leaf token jangling against the hilt. Then, with a genial nod and a flourish of his long coat he trots gamely to the front door of the building. "Fourth floor!" he calls back, "West side!" Not the least bit interested in the specs, Fenris is prepared to just wing it!<br> <br>"Yes, yes, we all know bullets are rarely fatal now. They still hurt. Being hurt is unpleasant." The man takes another drag from his cigar. "Just get in, grab him, get out. Don't care much what kind of shape he's in really. Breathing, broken, headless... Don't care." He speaks to the group as a whole, not focusing on anyone in particular. "As for what kind of gun, a shotgun of some kind. And in a small environment like an apartment; just don't get your heads blown off and you'll be fine. We have a sniper watching the windows, but the bastards' got curtains up."<br> <br>Menil looks over on the building, before glancing around. "Right. East side of the building then," he notes, with a nod. "Thanks for your help," he says to the man, neglecting to specifically point out his mistake. He ponders briefly, before focusing on the nanites in him, shifting suddenly to a quadrupedal draconic form. Thankfully the armor and backpack on him seems to adjust quite easily to the change in shape and size. He looks over at the others, asking, "So any of you have specific ideas, or just go in?"<br> <br>Edel flashes a little grin to Sasha and nods. "Right? Ah well. Time to show them how it's done, then, I guess." With a flick of her thumb, she disengages the safety on the scabbard of her sword and starts shuffling towards the building, gesturing up to a window. "I say we take advantage of those open windows and use them. Perhaps look for a roof access?" She asks, fanning her wings a little. "All kinds of ways to approach this." |
Revision as of 05:23, 5 September 2014
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5/9/2014
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Several armed and armored Zephyr agents stand in front of a rundown apartment building. The neighborhood around said building isn't in the best shape either. The agents appear to be equipped like a SWAT team; carbine rifles and body armor. One stands off from the rest, a broad shouldered non-mutant watching for arrivals. Cigar in his mouth, the man stares over the menagerie of agents he seems to be presiding over.
Menil heads in covered in heavy armor, as he usually does outside the secure areas of Zephyr and the other factions. He fiddles with the straps a little bit as he walks up to the other Zephyr agents, not a weapon seen on him, just a somewhat dingy looking backpack on his back. Glancing over the group, his attention focuses on the broad shouldered man to the side, heading over to him as he seems to be the one in charge.
It had been a while since Edel had anything fancy to do, or had taken a job from Zephyr. Deciding on a whim that today would be a fun day for doing such, she decides to make her way there. Wearing the form of a white-furred wolf today, the woman approaches the official-looking bloke at a fairly relaxed pace, the slinky black dress she was wearing swaying around her knees as she went. "Hellooo! Is this the place?" She asks, resting her arm on the pommel of her sword.
She hated being on loan, even more so to Zephyr of all people. Why did RSX keep throwing her out to the dogs. Maybe because she was a dog... in either case Sasha flutters her way over and down, folding her pink butterfly wings behind her. She was thankful for a few things that Z was able to pull off, her business suit not only covering her up, but making impossible to tell what she had under it. It really was a marvel. Strapped to her side, her laser pistol, and everywhere she walked a felling of impending doom followed. Once she's landed, she looks casually to the Zephyr agents, "So, what exactly are we doing here?"
Benjamin looks at the group from across the street, still considering if he should risk working with Zephyr. The catboi wore a heave concrete grey cloak that looked like it was meant to keep him warm in rainy conditions, while under that he wore a thick lether vest with a silk skirt keeping what little modesty he cared to keep. On his back is a pack that was made up of lots of batteries strapped together and wired into the gatling lazer that was hooked to the side of the pack. With a sigh he walks up to the group and listens in, not speaking up unless directly addressed.
Fenris saunters easily down the street, a small, contented smile on his tanuki face. He waddles to a stop next to the gathered agents. "Hi!" he says affably, "Anything I can help with?" He has no love for Zephyr, but he didn't mind being helpful.
The man in charge takes the cigar from his mouth, looking over the volunteers who answered his call. "Thanks for the help. We're here to grab some asshole who thinks it's funny to shoot random people on the street. Zephyr, RSX, Prometheans... Far as we can tell he isn't feral. Just likes hurting people, apparently. These guys..." The man gestures to the team behind him. "...Are too scared to run in there and get him." One of the other agents calls out to him: "They don't pay me enough to get shot, Dick." Prompting a scowl from the leader. "See? Undisciplined assholes. Moving on... We know he's on the fourth floor on the east side." "West side." "Right, er, west side. Don't know which room."
Menil quirks a brow when he mentions the other agent being too scared. He glances over at the other assembled agents, then back at the non-mutant with the cigar. "So... just run in and grab him, that's it? Ah. Do you know what sort of gun he's using, or caliber or power of it? Curious how well it would penetrate armor," he asks, tapping one of the ballistic plates on the suit he's wearing.
Edel wasn't wearing any armour of her own! Or at least didn't appear to be. Who knew what kind of nanite shenanigans were going on with her, but at least the lady looked stylish. "Hmm... Fourth floor, west side. Seems straight forward enough. We just waltz in there, grab him, and bring him out?" She glances over the building, looking for any windows that might provide a sneaky entrance.
Sasha shakes her head a bit, she couldn't believe this. Looking over to Edel primarily, leaning over to whisper to her fellow canine. Wings unfold behind her a moment, shivering a bit before she folds them back up. "So, just some ass hat with a gun, not sure why you all are so afraid of bullets of all things, but whatever." She says, walking up to the front entrance, examining it a moment to see just how structually unsound this building is.
The catboi growls under his breath, suddenly glad that he decided to join in on this mission. Benji lets out a sigh as he looks over the ones who had refused to go in, angry yet sympathetic with them as he knew all too well how painful getting shot up was. The cat reaches around himself and unhooks the gatling lazor from the power pack and hefts it with both hands. Remaining silent, Benji waited to hear what kind of firepower they were going up against, that kind of infor was important.
"Sure! Sure!" Fenris says, the affable smile never leaving his face, "No worries! We'll have him out here for you in no time!" The tubby tanuki tips his bamboo hat onto his head and unsheathes his sword from his back, its leaf token jangling against the hilt. Then, with a genial nod and a flourish of his long coat he trots gamely to the front door of the building. "Fourth floor!" he calls back, "West side!" Not the least bit interested in the specs, Fenris is prepared to just wing it!
"Yes, yes, we all know bullets are rarely fatal now. They still hurt. Being hurt is unpleasant." The man takes another drag from his cigar. "Just get in, grab him, get out. Don't care much what kind of shape he's in really. Breathing, broken, headless... Don't care." He speaks to the group as a whole, not focusing on anyone in particular. "As for what kind of gun, a shotgun of some kind. And in a small environment like an apartment; just don't get your heads blown off and you'll be fine. We have a sniper watching the windows, but the bastards' got curtains up."
Menil looks over on the building, before glancing around. "Right. East side of the building then," he notes, with a nod. "Thanks for your help," he says to the man, neglecting to specifically point out his mistake. He ponders briefly, before focusing on the nanites in him, shifting suddenly to a quadrupedal draconic form. Thankfully the armor and backpack on him seems to adjust quite easily to the change in shape and size. He looks over at the others, asking, "So any of you have specific ideas, or just go in?"
Edel flashes a little grin to Sasha and nods. "Right? Ah well. Time to show them how it's done, then, I guess." With a flick of her thumb, she disengages the safety on the scabbard of her sword and starts shuffling towards the building, gesturing up to a window. "I say we take advantage of those open windows and use them. Perhaps look for a roof access?" She asks, fanning her wings a little. "All kinds of ways to approach this."
