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−	<div></div>	+	<div></div><br> <br>A signal disperse over a large area replays over and over, "Please if there is anyone out there we are at a camp hidden south of the zoo in an aparment complex. We need help, bring weapons." The voice sounds like a females that is breathing heavely. It doesn't take long before the message fizzle out with a whine, someone cut the signal but the location would be easy enough to find.<br> <br>A grim situation by anyone's standards.  Thor moves smoothly, swiftly over the rubble of the neighborhoods, gleaming green-silver headpiece chirping quietly.  Computer linked, it works as GPS, radio link, communicator.... and with logins to old police tranismitters, a triangulator.  "Repeat, help incomin'.  Can ya hear me?  Dangit..."  Muttering a curse underbreath, the horse-man moves atop a low overlook, briefly surveying the zoo and its environs.  Zoo.  It had to be the zoo.....  "...and what're we doin' *after* supper?" he grouses faintly, exhaling as he slips into the underbrush towards the apartment buildings.  "Jus' hold out...  dang."<br> <br>Arimia listens to the signal and, having little better to do, decides to investigate it. She moves along toward the location it mentioned, going through her things as she does. Not much to go through though. She has her sword, her coat and the various bits in it. But she doesn't rely much on other equipment. She hopes it'll be sufficient, but if not... She'd just walk, or slither as the case may be, away. It's just a diversion for her, after all. <br> <br>The location appears to be almost like any other hotel in a bad neighborhood, All the doors seem to have been barred up with locks on the outside. There are a few skunk girls fighting over a water bottle while a skunkbeast is resting against the wall. There doesn't seem to bet much in the way of threating enemies around. There is a room that has an slightly open door with the numbers, Its marked as room 224. It seems like the only way to make it to the room would be to distract the skunks or finding a way around them or maybe even through them.<br> <br>Old stone scrabbling absently, Thor stares at the squabbling, the skunk people. Everyday life in the big city...  His hand absently moves to one of the grenades at his bandolier, but moves away as evenly; fighting might be common, but explosions, less so.  Then again...!  :slips one of the heavy oblongs from his belt, snapping the pin free with a deft gesture.  The throw is quick, sure-- towards one of the wreckage sites, a heavy truck looking for all the world as though it had crushed the puny compact underwheel.  The grenade arcs, over the skunkgirls and beneath the two old machines.  "Time for fireworks," the zebraman murmurs, as he crouches behind the old benches, ready to move for the old apartment...<br> <br>Arimia slithers over, noticing the zebra throwing a grenade. She watches it arc through the air, then gives a small shake of her head. She draws her sword, a thin, dual edged thing; a jian to those who know what they're looking at. She then starts to slither toward the skunks, looking them over to see if there's anything unusual or odd about them as she tries to decide if she should try and scare them away, or simply dispatch them. Though that may be rendered moot by an explosion.  <br> <br>The Grenade goes off and the fighting skunkgirls react just like a skunk would in a frighting situation and decide to spray in the directions of loudnoise.  They immediately catch themselves on fire from the oil trails the sprays leaves. The Skunkbeast doesn't seem the least but upset that the skunkgirls are currently burning to death but as the explosion knock him down he is pissed. "Attack! ATTACK!!!" Armed latex foxes in camo come out of a few rooms while a large amazon infectee wielding a sniper rifle hops on top of the building and takes aim at Thor and Arimia. She yells out their location as the armed Foxes charge them armed with various weapons.<br> <br>Thor saves his curses for when he doesn't need breath for other things-- like meeting the camoed Latex Foxes' charge with his own!  "Hammer high amigos!" he roars, electricity spilling from the suddenly blue-tinged stripes like a dynamo.  And to get away the view of that sniper up top.  Brrrr!<br> <br>Thor whinnies, "ooc :did, once.  Flex, Weaponmasters!"<br> <br>Arimia watches as enemies show up from all around and lets out a soft sigh. She grips her jian tightly as the air about her starts to crackle with electricity and shimmer with heat. Despite the numbers she doesn't seem too concerned. Though some of the snakes atop her head do, as they move to try and duck behind her ears, or each other, to try and hide. <br> <br>There is nothing but carnage around the two, These folks didn't know who they were messing with,  The Skunkbeast is down with dealing many cuts on his body while all the foxes are in some state of deflation. The only  still concious and alive is the amazon is on the ground growling while the source of her survival is clear. Her face is very wood like and would look more at home on a treant as she tries to drag herself away from the pair. using her one good arm to do so as the other is nothing more than a mangled horror with exposed bones. The exiting foxes have left door 111, 110 and 109 all open to explore.<br> <br>A savage battle, and brutally one-sided-- Thor lets the last Latex fox fall senseless from his hand, releasing the collar of its uniform as he drops his fist.  "Former military," he says grimly.  "Damn all... this isn't good."  Giving the remainder a quick glance, he nods towards Arimia, eyeing appraisingly before turning his eyes back to the buildings.  "Do a quick search while I try ta home in on the transmitter again?  Maybe they heard the 'splosion....  Maybe."<br> <br>Arimia slithers over to the wounded amazon. She starts to move over the fallen foe, then starting to wrap around her, around and around until the woman is caught in the lamia's length, the entire length of her body like a furnace around the woman. She reaches up with one hand to grab the Amazon's chin, turning her head to face hers and says, "I dislike being attacked." A few of the snakes on her head snap at the air in front of the amazon while the lamia stares at her. After a few minutes of being subjected to the crushing tail, heated hide, and electric field of the lamia she uncoils and lets the woman go, apparently just as unconcerned if she failed to kill her. She takes a moment to examine her jian, before starting for room 109, planning to search them in order. <br> <br>The Amazon cries out in pain and struggles weakly in the grip, "You attacked first..." As she is out of the grip she is on the ground smoking and in pain. Its doesn't take much longer before she passes out again. Inside of room 109 is what looks to be a room that was repurposed into a large kitchen, there is mostly raw meat handing up cut into various sections. Jerky strips are on the the counter and a few soda cans are in a minifridge on the side. In large coffee can that has many folded up sticky notes with various methods of cooking writting on them from grilling, to baking, to lemon pepper, to shiskebab.<br> <br>As the Lamia searches, Thor tries to reconnect with the signal.  "...no luck," he says after a few minutes, tapping the side of his commlink.  "It must've been a one-off thing... or reckon they can't retransmit now."  Shaking his head, he does a quick recount on his remaining grenades, turning to lookout while Arimia continues her search.<br> <br>Arimia scoops up some of the jerky strips and slithers out of the room, chewing on one. She makes her way toward the next room, 110, and moves to search it as well. As she passes on her way from one room to the next she says, "Some food in 109 if you need some."

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Revision as of 23:47, 29 March 2013

Participants

• Arimia
• Kilsa
• Thor

Date

29/3/2013

Log

A signal disperse over a large area replays over and over, "Please if there is anyone out there we are at a camp hidden south of the zoo in an aparment complex. We need help, bring weapons." The voice sounds like a females that is breathing heavely. It doesn't take long before the message fizzle out with a whine, someone cut the signal but the location would be easy enough to find.

A grim situation by anyone's standards. Thor moves smoothly, swiftly over the rubble of the neighborhoods, gleaming green-silver headpiece chirping quietly. Computer linked, it works as GPS, radio link, communicator.... and with logins to old police tranismitters, a triangulator. "Repeat, help incomin'. Can ya hear me? Dangit..." Muttering a curse underbreath, the horse-man moves atop a low overlook, briefly surveying the zoo and its environs. Zoo. It had to be the zoo..... "...and what're we doin' *after* supper?" he grouses faintly, exhaling as he slips into the underbrush towards the apartment buildings. "Jus' hold out... dang."

Arimia listens to the signal and, having little better to do, decides to investigate it. She moves along toward the location it mentioned, going through her things as she does. Not much to go through though. She has her sword, her coat and the various bits in it. But she doesn't rely much on other equipment. She hopes it'll be sufficient, but if not... She'd just walk, or slither as the case may be, away. It's just a diversion for her, after all.

The location appears to be almost like any other hotel in a bad neighborhood, All the doors seem to have been barred up with locks on the outside. There are a few skunk girls fighting over a water bottle while a skunkbeast is resting against the wall. There doesn't seem to bet much in the way of threating enemies around. There is a room that has an slightly open door with the numbers, Its marked as room 224. It seems like the only way to make it to the room would be to distract the skunks or finding a way around them or maybe even through them.

Old stone scrabbling absently, Thor stares at the squabbling, the skunk people. Everyday life in the big city... His hand absently moves to one of the grenades at his bandolier, but moves away as evenly; fighting might be common, but explosions, less so. Then again...!  :slips one of the heavy oblongs from his belt, snapping the pin free with a deft gesture. The throw is quick, sure-- towards one of the wreckage sites, a heavy truck looking for all the world as though it had crushed the puny compact underwheel. The grenade arcs, over the skunkgirls and beneath the two old machines. "Time for fireworks," the zebraman murmurs, as he crouches behind the old benches, ready to move for the old apartment...

Arimia slithers over, noticing the zebra throwing a grenade. She watches it arc through the air, then gives a small shake of her head. She draws her sword, a thin, dual edged thing; a jian to those who know what they're looking at. She then starts to slither toward the skunks, looking them over to see if there's anything unusual or odd about them as she tries to decide if she should try and scare them away, or simply dispatch them. Though that may be rendered moot by an explosion.

The Grenade goes off and the fighting skunkgirls react just like a skunk would in a frighting situation and decide to spray in the directions of loudnoise. They immediately catch themselves on fire from the oil trails the sprays leaves. The Skunkbeast doesn't seem the least but upset that the skunkgirls are currently burning to death but as the explosion knock him down he is pissed. "Attack! ATTACK!!!" Armed latex foxes in camo come out of a few rooms while a large amazon infectee wielding a sniper rifle hops on top of the building and takes aim at Thor and Arimia. She yells out their location as the armed Foxes charge them armed with various weapons.

Thor saves his curses for when he doesn't need breath for other things-- like meeting the camoed Latex Foxes' charge with his own! "Hammer high amigos!" he roars, electricity spilling from the suddenly blue-tinged stripes like a dynamo. And to get away the view of that sniper up top. Brrrr!

Thor whinnies, "ooc :did, once. Flex, Weaponmasters!"

Arimia watches as enemies show up from all around and lets out a soft sigh. She grips her jian tightly as the air about her starts to crackle with electricity and shimmer with heat. Despite the numbers she doesn't seem too concerned. Though some of the snakes atop her head do, as they move to try and duck behind her ears, or each other, to try and hide.

There is nothing but carnage around the two, These folks didn't know who they were messing with, The Skunkbeast is down with dealing many cuts on his body while all the foxes are in some state of deflation. The only still concious and alive is the amazon is on the ground growling while the source of her survival is clear. Her face is very wood like and would look more at home on a treant as she tries to drag herself away from the pair. using her one good arm to do so as the other is nothing more than a mangled horror with exposed bones. The exiting foxes have left door 111, 110 and 109 all open to explore.

A savage battle, and brutally one-sided-- Thor lets the last Latex fox fall senseless from his hand, releasing the collar of its uniform as he drops his fist. "Former military," he says grimly. "Damn all... this isn't good." Giving the remainder a quick glance, he nods towards Arimia, eyeing appraisingly before turning his eyes back to the buildings. "Do a quick search while I try ta home in on the transmitter again? Maybe they heard the 'splosion.... Maybe."

Arimia slithers over to the wounded amazon. She starts to move over the fallen foe, then starting to wrap around her, around and around until the woman is caught in the lamia's length, the entire length of her body like a furnace around the woman. She reaches up with one hand to grab the Amazon's chin, turning her head to face hers and says, "I dislike being attacked." A few of the snakes on her head snap at the air in front of the amazon while the lamia stares at her. After a few minutes of being subjected to the crushing tail, heated hide, and electric field of the lamia she uncoils and lets the woman go, apparently just as unconcerned if she failed to kill her. She takes a moment to examine her jian, before starting for room 109, planning to search them in order.

The Amazon cries out in pain and struggles weakly in the grip, "You attacked first..." As she is out of the grip she is on the ground smoking and in pain. Its doesn't take much longer before she passes out again. Inside of room 109 is what looks to be a room that was repurposed into a large kitchen, there is mostly raw meat handing up cut into various sections. Jerky strips are on the the counter and a few soda cans are in a minifridge on the side. In large coffee can that has many folded up sticky notes with various methods of cooking writting on them from grilling, to baking, to lemon pepper, to shiskebab.

As the Lamia searches, Thor tries to reconnect with the signal. "...no luck," he says after a few minutes, tapping the side of his commlink. "It must've been a one-off thing... or reckon they can't retransmit now." Shaking his head, he does a quick recount on his remaining grenades, turning to lookout while Arimia continues her search.

Arimia scoops up some of the jerky strips and slithers out of the room, chewing on one. She makes her way toward the next room, 110, and moves to search it as well. As she passes on her way from one room to the next she says, "Some food in 109 if you need some."