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| − | <div></div><br> <br>Each of you have met with Zephyr contacts, which have supplied you with the time, date, and location of this mission, along with a few details on what you'll be facing. Within the brown folder you've received are stereotypically black and white photographs of latex fox ferals rushing at those who come near the circus in large numbers, groups about five to six. Zephyr wants you to figure out why they are becomming so obnoxious, and suspect it's because they have something of value they are trying to protect. Either find a way to quell their agression, or take what they are protecting.<br> <br>Walking up to the aged and sun faded tents, Kindheart's wiskers twitch and hir tail is wrapped around hirself. The Hermaphrodite mouse was nervious of course, but sie had faced worse mutants and outnumbered odds before.<br> <br>Kindheart was also often the only trained medic on teams, sadly.<br> <br>Tiar shambles towards the circus fairgrounds, his body looking slightly for the better today, his mass of wounds have all but healed. He moans and grumbles to himself as he moves, taking a swipe at ferals who he encounters on his way. He stops when he sees Kindheart, before he continues to head towards the tents. He's supposed to handle the foxes, if he recalls properly, but he can't do that until he finds foxes.<br> <br>A golden kitsune was approaching the Circus, she looks dressed in her normal combat armor. The fox notices the other two people already there and greets them "Hello, I'm Adorra, you two are here for the mission with the latex foxes?" she asks in a friendly tone of voice and walks closer to the place the other two, picking up the pase a little.<br> <br>A white furred husky quickly follows behind adorra, sadly being the last to arrive it seems, she having decided to try and be of some assistance on the feral foxes issue, she really just wanting to be helpful, the husky is wearing next to nothing aside from her usual collar but she stands in a very formal manner, going as far as to have her back straight and her hands tucked behind her back.<br> <br>As the group meets up in the area around rows of the fairground games, it would become quickly apparent that the circus was not as active as it should have been. While ferals seemed to be everywhere in the past, there was not the skittering of feet or any nervous eye peaking out from behind the flaps to be found. Oddly enough, though, the circus did feel alive in some way, although it'd take a lot more exploring to figure out why.<br> <br>Grumbling much like Tiar was, Kindheart didn't expect to need to give someone bandages before the fighting even started. The sighs of disapointment, the eye rolling, and holding hir head in hir palm were all part of a very short greving process. Soon all would be well. Besides, Adorra there looked to be in good health. "My name is Kindheart, I usually keep people from falling apart like that guy is falling apart."<br> <br>Tiar looks back to Kindheart and squints, shaking his head. "I'm fine, I won't be falling apart on you if I can help it." he moans, his missing jaw slightly slurring his speech. He doesn't take the time to introduce himself, listening for a second before he decides to push into the circus grounds, the oddly quiet oddly vacant circus grounds. He approaches the nearest tent and attempts to find an entrypoint, or place he can tear open without collapsing it.<br> <br>"Ah, I see, nice to meet you Kindheart." Adorra says and looks back towards Morten "And, she's Morten, she's rather friendly." she introduces her friend as well. "So, you're a medic and I'm a ninja, I tend to avoid getting hurt, while striking from the shadows." she says with a smile to Kindheart. She turns her attention to the zombie that seems more focused on getting on with the mission than anything else "Don't you think we need a plan first?" she asks Tiar and frowns. She doesn't like the idea on blindly rushing in after all it's not a ninja's style.<br> <br>Morten smiles and moves beside adorra, looking like shes resisting the urge to hug her, she remains stood very quietly however beside the kitsune and watches the other talk and go about their buisness for the moment, the husky's ears perking up as she looks to the north before glancing at the surrounding area, maybe looking for a way in or just checking out the environment.<br> <br>Kindheart was a little distracted by the zombie speaking with out a lower jaw perfectly audibly to care about husky and Adorra. "HOW... Wha? How is it possible to speak so clearly with out your lower jaw bone?" When things like this break logic it becomes very off putting to Kindheart, "How can things that make no sense like that happen?"<br> <br>While the group all stood around and talked, the silence had to have been growing to a deafening point. When Tiar approaches the nearest tent, there was an easily acessable entry point available to them, although upon looking inside it was completely barren. At one point a prize tent, it had been completely cleared of anything useful or interesting, the only remaining items a bunch of half-destroyed stuffed animals, prize tickets, and old world money.<br> <br>Tiar doesn't have time to deal with people wondering how the nanites worked out his tongue and his speech skills, as he was entering the nearest tent to check it out. They can't make a plan without knowing anything more.<br> <br>"Not that talkative that one.." Adorra says nodding towards the zombie. "I've come to expect the unexpected so that doesn't surprise me much.." Adorra shrugs to Kindheart as hir questions fall on deaf ears. She decides it would be best for the group to stick together and decides to follow Tiar. She scouts the tent looking for ferals and other things that are out of ordinary. "By the way.. can you tell us your name?" she asks Tiar. She's almost certain that Morten would follow close to her proven from previous experiences. "There's nothing here.." she states the obvious "Let's look somewhere else...".<br> <br>Suddenly, in a way that would alert the entire group, the metallic sound of metal grinding along metal was heard, as if a roller coaster just came to a grinding halt. The sound had come from the east of the group's position, somewhere quite close by. Those whose ears or eyes were not distracted may hear or see something more, as well. (Another roll for hearing or spotting, if you wish to do so. Ask if you think you might get a bonus ot one of these. :P)<br> <br>Morten smiles, still listening to the group and tilting her head at the strange zombie, she nodding in agreement with adorra's plan of sticking together, she does indeed follow close to adorra now, almost positioned right beside her, ears still perking up at the slightest sounds as she looks around, taking in every detail of the area.<br> <br>Kindheart pocketed the old world money when no one was looking for pure nostalgia. Even if quarters were worth as much as pogs, they made very neat jingleing noises when you had a lot of them in your pocket. And that can bring back happy memories of childhood that Kindheart craved.<br> <br>Tiar turns out of the tent and listens to the sounds of metal on metal, trying to remember the layout of the park as he'd used it to ambush ferals earlier in practice. "I think there is... one entrance to the rides. We should cut them off." he says in a slow moan, shambling over in that direction ready to engage whatever shows up. Something tough was clearly scaring off the locals, those card sharks and parade dragons aren't the easiest mutants to deal with.<br> <br>"Lead us there then, if you know the way." Adorra says with her ears peeked at the metalic sounds. She leans in to whisper something to Morten, before following the strange zombie, he seems to only think about their mission and to ignore anything else around himself, which she finds somewhat odd.<br> <br>Morten blinks and quickly follows behind adorra, watching the area around them as they travel warily, keeping her eyes and ears peeled for any danger or strange noises, she blinking and tilting her head to adorra before hesitantly whispering back in her ear with a shy look away motion, returning to watching for anything.<br> <br>When the group got to the gated entrance to the rides, they'd find the door locked tight, but there were no ferals anywhere to be found. The group would hear another metallic sound, this time one much more 'ker-lunk'-y, and low to the ground. It seemed that if the group wanted to proceed, they would need to find a way over the fence that guarded the rides area.<br> <br>Kindheart Rubbed the back of hir ears and pulled out hir laser pistol. "I could probably use this to break open the lock, But if this is suppose to keep the latex foxes out than I don't know if it's a good idea to blow a hole in what's keeping people safe."<br> <br>Tiar says "Foxes aren't normally here. Gate is part of the park." as he tries to figure out the lock. He makes no progress at all, and in his frustration he gives it a savage punch.<br> <br>The lock, while meant to keep things out and stay in place, does not match the might of Tiar's superior fist. Giving way it busts off and the zombie pushes the gates open, and staggers in.<br> <br>Adorra readies her sword, in case they were suddenly ambushed. "I could.. oh, nevermind..." she says as she notices Tiar already breaking the lock. "I don't think we're supposed to keep the foxes in, since they were never supposed to be here in the first place." she tells Kindheart and whispers something else to Morten.<br> <br>Morten whines as the others become blocked by the gate, ears peeling back as the lock is broken off by Tiar's fist, the noise making the husky uncomfortable for a moment before she watches the others move in, looking up at adorra before nodding, understanding and following in behind her.<br> <br>Kindheart snorts and holds hir laser pistol close. "Well I guess. I just don't like the idea of breaking a berricade that could have been set up by survivors. Notice how the barbed wire would discourage something made of rubber, least they deflate like a balloon."<br> <br>As the group moved past the gate to the ride area, it seemed just as quiet as it did before. Not a footstep was heard, just the sounds of wind blowing litter past them and animal cries in the distance, away from the circus entirely. In front of them was the entrance to the Marry-Go-Round lineup, while the roller coaster was behind that. To the group's left was a Tilt-A-Whirl, while to the right there was a haunted house ride. The smell of blood hung in the air in this area, although it would take some investigation to find out where it came from. Traffic cones were lined up along the path to the group's right.<br> <br>Tiar would smile if he could, as he shambles to inspect the haunted house for any signs of blood, eager to have a reason to go inside. "I think... barbwire deters more than rubber... flesh." he says as he tries to think about it, taking his time. "My uh...<br> <br>" the zombie says before finally moaning "Name is Tiar."<br> <br>Kindheart looked at the haunted house and shivered at the scent of blood "That's a good Point Tiar... Uh does anyone else wonder how the scent of blood could be in the air if Nanites tend to clean up body fluids in a manner of hours?" That thought lead Kindheart to a conclution, Something was very recently killed.<br> <br>Adorra looks around the area, the smell of blood making her a little disgusted "Guess there's your answer about survivors." she says to Kindheart. She frowns "Well, I know that fear can be a very effective tactic in scaring intruders.. I guess it could have been done on purpose.. but then again the files said ferals... maybe someone was indeed killed recently." she shurgs and glares at the haunted house "Of all the places.. why must it be a very creepy place..." she mumbles and follows Tiar.<br> <br>Morten tilts her head, wrinkling her nose at the smell of the blood, listening to the others talk until they start to close in on the haunted house, morten looking up at the imposing building with a smile, tail wagging as if shes happy to explore inside, she quickly realing she has fallen behind and scampers to catch up with the others, she eager to explore but wanting to stay with them for now.<br> <br>As the group approaches the haunted house, the smell of blood grows even stronger, and then suddenly disappears. Soon after that little phenomenon, one of the ride's carts begins to set off, the skull-shaped car turning a corner and disappearing silently into a black tunnel, into the haunted house. It almost seemed to be beconing to the group to take a ride, if that was possible.<br> <br>Kindheart Blinked and complained flatly how something like this was going to be an obvious trap. "$200 says that the track is going to give away right out from under that cart... And it smells like the blood was cleaned up by nanites now, So should we wait for it to leave and then listen for a crash? "<br> <br>Tiar grumbles and turns to the group. "I will remain at the gate." he moans sadly, realizing a way out is all they need to lose them, and that he can easier ambush someone from the rides exit. "Tell me how it is." he adds, his thoughts turning to the interior he would have to wander into on his own.<br> <br>"That's too obvious..." Adorra mumbles as she looks at the cart. "That's a good plan Tiar.. we shouldn't rush.." she says and waits near the others. "Say.. how many foxes were in that report?" she asks pondering something.<br> <br>Morten looks over the haunted house and listens to the others talk, blinking and watching in awe as the cart sets off, vanishing into the darkness, the husky quickly moving closer, stopping only to listen to Kindheart make bets and Tiar decide to stay at the gate.. the husky not listening as adorra talks and makes her way closer to the track leading into the darkness of the building.<br> <br>Kindheart snorts and holds hir laser pistol close. "Probably enough to make things difficult for us all. Perhaps in numbers in multiple of the report. I assume that if they could scare away parade dragons then they might have more numbers than zombie appocolipse. No offence Tiar"<br> <br>The zombie looks to Kindheart with a... look, it's hard to tell what he's conveying without the aid of a portion of his facial expressions. He moans, very plainly, "The ferals here aren't exceedingly strong, they are moderate, but unique beings." he says as he thinks of the strange sharks of cards and the skanks that roam the grounds. "Rubbery foxes aren't normally a problem, I think we could take them funneled into us if we guarded the exit... but someone needs to flush them out." he adds. His eyes convey annoyance, his speech greatly slurred as time goes on, and he seems rather tired of thinking.<br> <br>"Basicaly bait..." Adorra sighs and frowns. "Morten?" Adorra call the husky as she lost her sight for a few moments. "Morten!" she exclaims as she notices that the silly husky was wandering closer to the tracks leading inside the building. "It's not safe!" she says in a raised voice, but not too loud, as to give away the fact that they are here.<br> <br>Morten blinks and stares up at the gaping maw like door to the building, staring for a few seconds before her ears perk up and she looks back to adorra, letting out a whine and stepping away from the tracks a moment, looking a bit torn between staying outside with the others or exploring within..<br> <br>Adorra suddenly looks at a watch, then stares at it, and mumbles "Oh, no, no, no no... I forgot something really important!" she mumbles. She turns to look at the others. "I.. need to go.. as in right now! Sooo sorry...." she says apolegetic and drops a smoke bomb, vanishing without a trace. | + | <div></div><br> <br>Each of you have met with Zephyr contacts, which have supplied you with the time, date, and location of this mission, along with a few details on what you'll be facing. Within the brown folder you've received are stereotypically black and white photographs of latex fox ferals rushing at those who come near the circus in large numbers, groups about five to six. Zephyr wants you to figure out why they are becomming so obnoxious, and suspect it's because they have something of value they are trying to protect. Either find a way to quell their agression, or take what they are protecting.<br> <br>Walking up to the aged and sun faded tents, Kindheart's wiskers twitch and hir tail is wrapped around hirself. The Hermaphrodite mouse was nervious of course, but sie had faced worse mutants and outnumbered odds before.<br> <br>Kindheart was also often the only trained medic on teams, sadly.<br> <br>Tiar shambles towards the circus fairgrounds, his body looking slightly for the better today, his mass of wounds have all but healed. He moans and grumbles to himself as he moves, taking a swipe at ferals who he encounters on his way. He stops when he sees Kindheart, before he continues to head towards the tents. He's supposed to handle the foxes, if he recalls properly, but he can't do that until he finds foxes.<br> <br>A golden kitsune was approaching the Circus, she looks dressed in her normal combat armor. The fox notices the other two people already there and greets them "Hello, I'm Adorra, you two are here for the mission with the latex foxes?" she asks in a friendly tone of voice and walks closer to the place the other two, picking up the pase a little.<br> <br>A white furred husky quickly follows behind adorra, sadly being the last to arrive it seems, she having decided to try and be of some assistance on the feral foxes issue, she really just wanting to be helpful, the husky is wearing next to nothing aside from her usual collar but she stands in a very formal manner, going as far as to have her back straight and her hands tucked behind her back.<br> <br>As the group meets up in the area around rows of the fairground games, it would become quickly apparent that the circus was not as active as it should have been. While ferals seemed to be everywhere in the past, there was not the skittering of feet or any nervous eye peaking out from behind the flaps to be found. Oddly enough, though, the circus did feel alive in some way, although it'd take a lot more exploring to figure out why.<br> <br>Grumbling much like Tiar was, Kindheart didn't expect to need to give someone bandages before the fighting even started. The sighs of disapointment, the eye rolling, and holding hir head in hir palm were all part of a very short greving process. Soon all would be well. Besides, Adorra there looked to be in good health. "My name is Kindheart, I usually keep people from falling apart like that guy is falling apart."<br> <br>Tiar looks back to Kindheart and squints, shaking his head. "I'm fine, I won't be falling apart on you if I can help it." he moans, his missing jaw slightly slurring his speech. He doesn't take the time to introduce himself, listening for a second before he decides to push into the circus grounds, the oddly quiet oddly vacant circus grounds. He approaches the nearest tent and attempts to find an entrypoint, or place he can tear open without collapsing it.<br> <br>"Ah, I see, nice to meet you Kindheart." Adorra says and looks back towards Morten "And, she's Morten, she's rather friendly." she introduces her friend as well. "So, you're a medic and I'm a ninja, I tend to avoid getting hurt, while striking from the shadows." she says with a smile to Kindheart. She turns her attention to the zombie that seems more focused on getting on with the mission than anything else "Don't you think we need a plan first?" she asks Tiar and frowns. She doesn't like the idea on blindly rushing in after all it's not a ninja's style.<br> <br>Morten smiles and moves beside adorra, looking like shes resisting the urge to hug her, she remains stood very quietly however beside the kitsune and watches the other talk and go about their buisness for the moment, the husky's ears perking up as she looks to the north before glancing at the surrounding area, maybe looking for a way in or just checking out the environment.<br> <br>Kindheart was a little distracted by the zombie speaking with out a lower jaw perfectly audibly to care about husky and Adorra. "HOW... Wha? How is it possible to speak so clearly with out your lower jaw bone?" When things like this break logic it becomes very off putting to Kindheart, "How can things that make no sense like that happen?"<br> <br>While the group all stood around and talked, the silence had to have been growing to a deafening point. When Tiar approaches the nearest tent, there was an easily acessable entry point available to them, although upon looking inside it was completely barren. At one point a prize tent, it had been completely cleared of anything useful or interesting, the only remaining items a bunch of half-destroyed stuffed animals, prize tickets, and old world money.<br> <br>Tiar doesn't have time to deal with people wondering how the nanites worked out his tongue and his speech skills, as he was entering the nearest tent to check it out. They can't make a plan without knowing anything more.<br> <br>"Not that talkative that one.." Adorra says nodding towards the zombie. "I've come to expect the unexpected so that doesn't surprise me much.." Adorra shrugs to Kindheart as hir questions fall on deaf ears. She decides it would be best for the group to stick together and decides to follow Tiar. She scouts the tent looking for ferals and other things that are out of ordinary. "By the way.. can you tell us your name?" she asks Tiar. She's almost certain that Morten would follow close to her proven from previous experiences. "There's nothing here.." she states the obvious "Let's look somewhere else...".<br> <br>Suddenly, in a way that would alert the entire group, the metallic sound of metal grinding along metal was heard, as if a roller coaster just came to a grinding halt. The sound had come from the east of the group's position, somewhere quite close by. Those whose ears or eyes were not distracted may hear or see something more, as well. (Another roll for hearing or spotting, if you wish to do so. Ask if you think you might get a bonus ot one of these. :P)<br> <br>Morten smiles, still listening to the group and tilting her head at the strange zombie, she nodding in agreement with adorra's plan of sticking together, she does indeed follow close to adorra now, almost positioned right beside her, ears still perking up at the slightest sounds as she looks around, taking in every detail of the area.<br> <br>Kindheart pocketed the old world money when no one was looking for pure nostalgia. Even if quarters were worth as much as pogs, they made very neat jingleing noises when you had a lot of them in your pocket. And that can bring back happy memories of childhood that Kindheart craved.<br> <br>Tiar turns out of the tent and listens to the sounds of metal on metal, trying to remember the layout of the park as he'd used it to ambush ferals earlier in practice. "I think there is... one entrance to the rides. We should cut them off." he says in a slow moan, shambling over in that direction ready to engage whatever shows up. Something tough was clearly scaring off the locals, those card sharks and parade dragons aren't the easiest mutants to deal with.<br> <br>"Lead us there then, if you know the way." Adorra says with her ears peeked at the metalic sounds. She leans in to whisper something to Morten, before following the strange zombie, he seems to only think about their mission and to ignore anything else around himself, which she finds somewhat odd.<br> <br>Morten blinks and quickly follows behind adorra, watching the area around them as they travel warily, keeping her eyes and ears peeled for any danger or strange noises, she blinking and tilting her head to adorra before hesitantly whispering back in her ear with a shy look away motion, returning to watching for anything.<br> <br>When the group got to the gated entrance to the rides, they'd find the door locked tight, but there were no ferals anywhere to be found. The group would hear another metallic sound, this time one much more 'ker-lunk'-y, and low to the ground. It seemed that if the group wanted to proceed, they would need to find a way over the fence that guarded the rides area.<br> <br>Kindheart Rubbed the back of hir ears and pulled out hir laser pistol. "I could probably use this to break open the lock, But if this is suppose to keep the latex foxes out than I don't know if it's a good idea to blow a hole in what's keeping people safe."<br> <br>Tiar says "Foxes aren't normally here. Gate is part of the park." as he tries to figure out the lock. He makes no progress at all, and in his frustration he gives it a savage punch.<br> <br>The lock, while meant to keep things out and stay in place, does not match the might of Tiar's superior fist. Giving way it busts off and the zombie pushes the gates open, and staggers in.<br> <br>Adorra readies her sword, in case they were suddenly ambushed. "I could.. oh, nevermind..." she says as she notices Tiar already breaking the lock. "I don't think we're supposed to keep the foxes in, since they were never supposed to be here in the first place." she tells Kindheart and whispers something else to Morten.<br> <br>Morten whines as the others become blocked by the gate, ears peeling back as the lock is broken off by Tiar's fist, the noise making the husky uncomfortable for a moment before she watches the others move in, looking up at adorra before nodding, understanding and following in behind her.<br> <br>Kindheart snorts and holds hir laser pistol close. "Well I guess. I just don't like the idea of breaking a berricade that could have been set up by survivors. Notice how the barbed wire would discourage something made of rubber, least they deflate like a balloon."<br> <br>As the group moved past the gate to the ride area, it seemed just as quiet as it did before. Not a footstep was heard, just the sounds of wind blowing litter past them and animal cries in the distance, away from the circus entirely. In front of them was the entrance to the Marry-Go-Round lineup, while the roller coaster was behind that. To the group's left was a Tilt-A-Whirl, while to the right there was a haunted house ride. The smell of blood hung in the air in this area, although it would take some investigation to find out where it came from. Traffic cones were lined up along the path to the group's right.<br> <br>Tiar would smile if he could, as he shambles to inspect the haunted house for any signs of blood, eager to have a reason to go inside. "I think... barbwire deters more than rubber... flesh." he says as he tries to think about it, taking his time. "My uh...<br> <br>" the zombie says before finally moaning "Name is Tiar."<br> <br>Kindheart looked at the haunted house and shivered at the scent of blood "That's a good Point Tiar... Uh does anyone else wonder how the scent of blood could be in the air if Nanites tend to clean up body fluids in a manner of hours?" That thought lead Kindheart to a conclution, Something was very recently killed.<br> <br>Adorra looks around the area, the smell of blood making her a little disgusted "Guess there's your answer about survivors." she says to Kindheart. She frowns "Well, I know that fear can be a very effective tactic in scaring intruders.. I guess it could have been done on purpose.. but then again the files said ferals... maybe someone was indeed killed recently." she shurgs and glares at the haunted house "Of all the places.. why must it be a very creepy place..." she mumbles and follows Tiar.<br> <br>Morten tilts her head, wrinkling her nose at the smell of the blood, listening to the others talk until they start to close in on the haunted house, morten looking up at the imposing building with a smile, tail wagging as if shes happy to explore inside, she quickly realing she has fallen behind and scampers to catch up with the others, she eager to explore but wanting to stay with them for now.<br> <br>As the group approaches the haunted house, the smell of blood grows even stronger, and then suddenly disappears. Soon after that little phenomenon, one of the ride's carts begins to set off, the skull-shaped car turning a corner and disappearing silently into a black tunnel, into the haunted house. It almost seemed to be beconing to the group to take a ride, if that was possible.<br> <br>Kindheart Blinked and complained flatly how something like this was going to be an obvious trap. "$200 says that the track is going to give away right out from under that cart... And it smells like the blood was cleaned up by nanites now, So should we wait for it to leave and then listen for a crash? "<br> <br>Tiar grumbles and turns to the group. "I will remain at the gate." he moans sadly, realizing a way out is all they need to lose them, and that he can easier ambush someone from the rides exit. "Tell me how it is." he adds, his thoughts turning to the interior he would have to wander into on his own.<br> <br>"That's too obvious..." Adorra mumbles as she looks at the cart. "That's a good plan Tiar.. we shouldn't rush.." she says and waits near the others. "Say.. how many foxes were in that report?" she asks pondering something.<br> <br>Morten looks over the haunted house and listens to the others talk, blinking and watching in awe as the cart sets off, vanishing into the darkness, the husky quickly moving closer, stopping only to listen to Kindheart make bets and Tiar decide to stay at the gate.. the husky not listening as adorra talks and makes her way closer to the track leading into the darkness of the building.<br> <br>Kindheart snorts and holds hir laser pistol close. "Probably enough to make things difficult for us all. Perhaps in numbers in multiple of the report. I assume that if they could scare away parade dragons then they might have more numbers than zombie appocolipse. No offence Tiar"<br> <br>The zombie looks to Kindheart with a... look, it's hard to tell what he's conveying without the aid of a portion of his facial expressions. He moans, very plainly, "The ferals here aren't exceedingly strong, they are moderate, but unique beings." he says as he thinks of the strange sharks of cards and the skanks that roam the grounds. "Rubbery foxes aren't normally a problem, I think we could take them funneled into us if we guarded the exit... but someone needs to flush them out." he adds. His eyes convey annoyance, his speech greatly slurred as time goes on, and he seems rather tired of thinking.<br> <br>"Basicaly bait..." Adorra sighs and frowns. "Morten?" Adorra call the husky as she lost her sight for a few moments. "Morten!" she exclaims as she notices that the silly husky was wandering closer to the tracks leading inside the building. "It's not safe!" she says in a raised voice, but not too loud, as to give away the fact that they are here.<br> <br>Morten blinks and stares up at the gaping maw like door to the building, staring for a few seconds before her ears perk up and she looks back to adorra, letting out a whine and stepping away from the tracks a moment, looking a bit torn between staying outside with the others or exploring within..<br> <br>Adorra suddenly looks at a watch, then stares at it, and mumbles "Oh, no, no, no no... I forgot something really important!" she mumbles. She turns to look at the others. "I.. need to go.. as in right now! Sooo sorry...." she says apolegetic and drops a smoke bomb, vanishing without a trace.<br> <br>Kindheart BLINKED and just growled "If you had Smoke bombs than why didn't you draw out the foxes and then use the smoke bombs to escape!!!<br> <br>Tiar grumbles at the entire groups decision to wait here, pointing one to the rides exit, and one to the rides entrance, before he moves to stand near the way out, waiting patiently for his prey to come by.<br> <br>Morten whines and lowers her ears, looking around, hopefull that adorra will return.. though she knows adorra most likely wont, she whimpers and turns back to the ground, looking at a loss for what to do, "What now?... How we find foxes?" she asks weakly.<br> <br>Something or someone, obviously annoyed by the party's refusal to willingly walk into their trap, starts pushing the carts through the haunted house track at a rapid pace, the one that rolled in just moments ago coming out the exit as another few carts push in.<br> <br>Kindheart rubbed the Husky's shoulder and and then walked up to the cart "We don't have any more ninjas, so there's only winging it and resorting to hollywood movies left for us. Orrrrrrrrrr we could try to hit this behive with a stick. All of them are dangerous, and the only safe Idea I can come up with would be to demolish everyplace they could be hiding. But that didn't work in vieatnam for my grandfather and I don't think what ever the foxes are looking for would survive this place being bulldozed. Morton, would you mind standing at the place marked 'Enterence' From my experience I know a think or two about taking a hit and fighting multiple foes at once, So I have to be the one to take this bait." And with that Kindheart took a seat in the ride. shivering nerviously but was positive that the others would be able to handle the foxes. The hallways leading in and out were a bottleneck that would limit how many would fight the allies at one time.<br> <br>Tiar seems to be thinking very hard about the accelerated cars, and decides he wants to try and break them. "Exit early." he calls to the departing Kindheart, moving over to a food kiosk he lets out a grunting sound as he forces his body to muster up it's strength. He grabs it and hauls it over to the tracks and pushes it in the way for the next arriving car to deal with. He then awaits the results, at a safe distance.<br> <br>Morten blinks and listens to kindheart talk.. finding it hard to follow hir 'logic' and hir strange stories.. she quickly obeying however and moving to the track, yiping in shock when the first cart speeds past, she avoiding it though, she watches tiar move the kiosk into the entryway and blinks in surprise at the now blocked entry, trapping kindheart inside.. the husky looking at tiar with a tild of her head, "Why do that?.."<br> <br>Thankfully, Kindheart was agile enough to escape the pitch black creature that attempted to come up from underneath the cart and slam shut the safety bar, which would have trapped her inside. On the other hand, now there was a growling latex fox creature, very angry that its trap had failed, in the middle of a very dark tunnel. Without light, fighting the fox would be extremely dangerous, and Tiar had completely blocked the way back towards the enterance. "You. You sacrifice. You come." it'd growl at her loudly, loud enough for Morten to hear.<br> <br>Kindheart growled like only a woman could! if anything the fox had made a terrible mistake trying to face hir alone. Sie had one attack that sie mastered for just for a large area, and thus sie pulled the Party Cannon from out of nowhere to fire on the ferel.<br> <br>The Latex Fox is unscathed by the Party Cannon's attack, somehow keeping to the darkness enough for Kindheart to miss it completely. Afterwards, it lashes out at Kindheart with its latex claws, almost screaming at her. "NO! YOU STOP!" it'd shout.<br> <br>Kindheart Quickly opened hir medkit, these injuries needed to be treated right away. "You're the leader, arn't you? I can tell because your eyes point in the same direction." Kindheart taunted while sie moved to dodge and tied a bandage tight<br> <br>While the fox was distracted by Kindheart's taunts, standing off to the side to think of a clever response... and fail, Kindheart would successfully manage to bandage some of their wounds. "No. Leader downstairs. Leader where you go." the latex creature would hiss in anger, before attempting to strike out at Kindheart once more, this time with their teeth.<br> <br>A pummel of fists was Kindheart's counter, with hir teeth clenched sie was not feeling kind at all! "Ah, Of course, The leader is the Bathed retard amoung the filthy derps."<br> <br>Recoiling from Kindheart's attack, the latex fox creature would growl and attempt to bind Kindheart's arms together, preventing them from attacking any more. (Roll 1d20+3 again.)<br> <br>Unfortunately Kindheart was unable to escape the latex fox's grip, and had her arms bound together. The latex fox began to attempt dragging her deeper into the haunted house.[[Category:RPLogs]] |
Latest revision as of 04:46, 2 May 2013
Participants
Date
1/5/2013
Log
Each of you have met with Zephyr contacts, which have supplied you with the time, date, and location of this mission, along with a few details on what you'll be facing. Within the brown folder you've received are stereotypically black and white photographs of latex fox ferals rushing at those who come near the circus in large numbers, groups about five to six. Zephyr wants you to figure out why they are becomming so obnoxious, and suspect it's because they have something of value they are trying to protect. Either find a way to quell their agression, or take what they are protecting.
Walking up to the aged and sun faded tents, Kindheart's wiskers twitch and hir tail is wrapped around hirself. The Hermaphrodite mouse was nervious of course, but sie had faced worse mutants and outnumbered odds before.
Kindheart was also often the only trained medic on teams, sadly.
Tiar shambles towards the circus fairgrounds, his body looking slightly for the better today, his mass of wounds have all but healed. He moans and grumbles to himself as he moves, taking a swipe at ferals who he encounters on his way. He stops when he sees Kindheart, before he continues to head towards the tents. He's supposed to handle the foxes, if he recalls properly, but he can't do that until he finds foxes.
A golden kitsune was approaching the Circus, she looks dressed in her normal combat armor. The fox notices the other two people already there and greets them "Hello, I'm Adorra, you two are here for the mission with the latex foxes?" she asks in a friendly tone of voice and walks closer to the place the other two, picking up the pase a little.
A white furred husky quickly follows behind adorra, sadly being the last to arrive it seems, she having decided to try and be of some assistance on the feral foxes issue, she really just wanting to be helpful, the husky is wearing next to nothing aside from her usual collar but she stands in a very formal manner, going as far as to have her back straight and her hands tucked behind her back.
As the group meets up in the area around rows of the fairground games, it would become quickly apparent that the circus was not as active as it should have been. While ferals seemed to be everywhere in the past, there was not the skittering of feet or any nervous eye peaking out from behind the flaps to be found. Oddly enough, though, the circus did feel alive in some way, although it'd take a lot more exploring to figure out why.
Grumbling much like Tiar was, Kindheart didn't expect to need to give someone bandages before the fighting even started. The sighs of disapointment, the eye rolling, and holding hir head in hir palm were all part of a very short greving process. Soon all would be well. Besides, Adorra there looked to be in good health. "My name is Kindheart, I usually keep people from falling apart like that guy is falling apart."
Tiar looks back to Kindheart and squints, shaking his head. "I'm fine, I won't be falling apart on you if I can help it." he moans, his missing jaw slightly slurring his speech. He doesn't take the time to introduce himself, listening for a second before he decides to push into the circus grounds, the oddly quiet oddly vacant circus grounds. He approaches the nearest tent and attempts to find an entrypoint, or place he can tear open without collapsing it.
"Ah, I see, nice to meet you Kindheart." Adorra says and looks back towards Morten "And, she's Morten, she's rather friendly." she introduces her friend as well. "So, you're a medic and I'm a ninja, I tend to avoid getting hurt, while striking from the shadows." she says with a smile to Kindheart. She turns her attention to the zombie that seems more focused on getting on with the mission than anything else "Don't you think we need a plan first?" she asks Tiar and frowns. She doesn't like the idea on blindly rushing in after all it's not a ninja's style.
Morten smiles and moves beside adorra, looking like shes resisting the urge to hug her, she remains stood very quietly however beside the kitsune and watches the other talk and go about their buisness for the moment, the husky's ears perking up as she looks to the north before glancing at the surrounding area, maybe looking for a way in or just checking out the environment.
Kindheart was a little distracted by the zombie speaking with out a lower jaw perfectly audibly to care about husky and Adorra. "HOW... Wha? How is it possible to speak so clearly with out your lower jaw bone?" When things like this break logic it becomes very off putting to Kindheart, "How can things that make no sense like that happen?"
While the group all stood around and talked, the silence had to have been growing to a deafening point. When Tiar approaches the nearest tent, there was an easily acessable entry point available to them, although upon looking inside it was completely barren. At one point a prize tent, it had been completely cleared of anything useful or interesting, the only remaining items a bunch of half-destroyed stuffed animals, prize tickets, and old world money.
Tiar doesn't have time to deal with people wondering how the nanites worked out his tongue and his speech skills, as he was entering the nearest tent to check it out. They can't make a plan without knowing anything more.
"Not that talkative that one.." Adorra says nodding towards the zombie. "I've come to expect the unexpected so that doesn't surprise me much.." Adorra shrugs to Kindheart as hir questions fall on deaf ears. She decides it would be best for the group to stick together and decides to follow Tiar. She scouts the tent looking for ferals and other things that are out of ordinary. "By the way.. can you tell us your name?" she asks Tiar. She's almost certain that Morten would follow close to her proven from previous experiences. "There's nothing here.." she states the obvious "Let's look somewhere else...".
Suddenly, in a way that would alert the entire group, the metallic sound of metal grinding along metal was heard, as if a roller coaster just came to a grinding halt. The sound had come from the east of the group's position, somewhere quite close by. Those whose ears or eyes were not distracted may hear or see something more, as well. (Another roll for hearing or spotting, if you wish to do so. Ask if you think you might get a bonus ot one of these. :P)
Morten smiles, still listening to the group and tilting her head at the strange zombie, she nodding in agreement with adorra's plan of sticking together, she does indeed follow close to adorra now, almost positioned right beside her, ears still perking up at the slightest sounds as she looks around, taking in every detail of the area.
Kindheart pocketed the old world money when no one was looking for pure nostalgia. Even if quarters were worth as much as pogs, they made very neat jingleing noises when you had a lot of them in your pocket. And that can bring back happy memories of childhood that Kindheart craved.
Tiar turns out of the tent and listens to the sounds of metal on metal, trying to remember the layout of the park as he'd used it to ambush ferals earlier in practice. "I think there is... one entrance to the rides. We should cut them off." he says in a slow moan, shambling over in that direction ready to engage whatever shows up. Something tough was clearly scaring off the locals, those card sharks and parade dragons aren't the easiest mutants to deal with.
"Lead us there then, if you know the way." Adorra says with her ears peeked at the metalic sounds. She leans in to whisper something to Morten, before following the strange zombie, he seems to only think about their mission and to ignore anything else around himself, which she finds somewhat odd.
Morten blinks and quickly follows behind adorra, watching the area around them as they travel warily, keeping her eyes and ears peeled for any danger or strange noises, she blinking and tilting her head to adorra before hesitantly whispering back in her ear with a shy look away motion, returning to watching for anything.
When the group got to the gated entrance to the rides, they'd find the door locked tight, but there were no ferals anywhere to be found. The group would hear another metallic sound, this time one much more 'ker-lunk'-y, and low to the ground. It seemed that if the group wanted to proceed, they would need to find a way over the fence that guarded the rides area.
Kindheart Rubbed the back of hir ears and pulled out hir laser pistol. "I could probably use this to break open the lock, But if this is suppose to keep the latex foxes out than I don't know if it's a good idea to blow a hole in what's keeping people safe."
Tiar says "Foxes aren't normally here. Gate is part of the park." as he tries to figure out the lock. He makes no progress at all, and in his frustration he gives it a savage punch.
The lock, while meant to keep things out and stay in place, does not match the might of Tiar's superior fist. Giving way it busts off and the zombie pushes the gates open, and staggers in.
Adorra readies her sword, in case they were suddenly ambushed. "I could.. oh, nevermind..." she says as she notices Tiar already breaking the lock. "I don't think we're supposed to keep the foxes in, since they were never supposed to be here in the first place." she tells Kindheart and whispers something else to Morten.
Morten whines as the others become blocked by the gate, ears peeling back as the lock is broken off by Tiar's fist, the noise making the husky uncomfortable for a moment before she watches the others move in, looking up at adorra before nodding, understanding and following in behind her.
Kindheart snorts and holds hir laser pistol close. "Well I guess. I just don't like the idea of breaking a berricade that could have been set up by survivors. Notice how the barbed wire would discourage something made of rubber, least they deflate like a balloon."
As the group moved past the gate to the ride area, it seemed just as quiet as it did before. Not a footstep was heard, just the sounds of wind blowing litter past them and animal cries in the distance, away from the circus entirely. In front of them was the entrance to the Marry-Go-Round lineup, while the roller coaster was behind that. To the group's left was a Tilt-A-Whirl, while to the right there was a haunted house ride. The smell of blood hung in the air in this area, although it would take some investigation to find out where it came from. Traffic cones were lined up along the path to the group's right.
Tiar would smile if he could, as he shambles to inspect the haunted house for any signs of blood, eager to have a reason to go inside. "I think... barbwire deters more than rubber... flesh." he says as he tries to think about it, taking his time. "My uh...
" the zombie says before finally moaning "Name is Tiar."
Kindheart looked at the haunted house and shivered at the scent of blood "That's a good Point Tiar... Uh does anyone else wonder how the scent of blood could be in the air if Nanites tend to clean up body fluids in a manner of hours?" That thought lead Kindheart to a conclution, Something was very recently killed.
Adorra looks around the area, the smell of blood making her a little disgusted "Guess there's your answer about survivors." she says to Kindheart. She frowns "Well, I know that fear can be a very effective tactic in scaring intruders.. I guess it could have been done on purpose.. but then again the files said ferals... maybe someone was indeed killed recently." she shurgs and glares at the haunted house "Of all the places.. why must it be a very creepy place..." she mumbles and follows Tiar.
Morten tilts her head, wrinkling her nose at the smell of the blood, listening to the others talk until they start to close in on the haunted house, morten looking up at the imposing building with a smile, tail wagging as if shes happy to explore inside, she quickly realing she has fallen behind and scampers to catch up with the others, she eager to explore but wanting to stay with them for now.
As the group approaches the haunted house, the smell of blood grows even stronger, and then suddenly disappears. Soon after that little phenomenon, one of the ride's carts begins to set off, the skull-shaped car turning a corner and disappearing silently into a black tunnel, into the haunted house. It almost seemed to be beconing to the group to take a ride, if that was possible.
Kindheart Blinked and complained flatly how something like this was going to be an obvious trap. "$200 says that the track is going to give away right out from under that cart... And it smells like the blood was cleaned up by nanites now, So should we wait for it to leave and then listen for a crash? "
Tiar grumbles and turns to the group. "I will remain at the gate." he moans sadly, realizing a way out is all they need to lose them, and that he can easier ambush someone from the rides exit. "Tell me how it is." he adds, his thoughts turning to the interior he would have to wander into on his own.
"That's too obvious..." Adorra mumbles as she looks at the cart. "That's a good plan Tiar.. we shouldn't rush.." she says and waits near the others. "Say.. how many foxes were in that report?" she asks pondering something.
Morten looks over the haunted house and listens to the others talk, blinking and watching in awe as the cart sets off, vanishing into the darkness, the husky quickly moving closer, stopping only to listen to Kindheart make bets and Tiar decide to stay at the gate.. the husky not listening as adorra talks and makes her way closer to the track leading into the darkness of the building.
Kindheart snorts and holds hir laser pistol close. "Probably enough to make things difficult for us all. Perhaps in numbers in multiple of the report. I assume that if they could scare away parade dragons then they might have more numbers than zombie appocolipse. No offence Tiar"
The zombie looks to Kindheart with a... look, it's hard to tell what he's conveying without the aid of a portion of his facial expressions. He moans, very plainly, "The ferals here aren't exceedingly strong, they are moderate, but unique beings." he says as he thinks of the strange sharks of cards and the skanks that roam the grounds. "Rubbery foxes aren't normally a problem, I think we could take them funneled into us if we guarded the exit... but someone needs to flush them out." he adds. His eyes convey annoyance, his speech greatly slurred as time goes on, and he seems rather tired of thinking.
"Basicaly bait..." Adorra sighs and frowns. "Morten?" Adorra call the husky as she lost her sight for a few moments. "Morten!" she exclaims as she notices that the silly husky was wandering closer to the tracks leading inside the building. "It's not safe!" she says in a raised voice, but not too loud, as to give away the fact that they are here.
Morten blinks and stares up at the gaping maw like door to the building, staring for a few seconds before her ears perk up and she looks back to adorra, letting out a whine and stepping away from the tracks a moment, looking a bit torn between staying outside with the others or exploring within..
Adorra suddenly looks at a watch, then stares at it, and mumbles "Oh, no, no, no no... I forgot something really important!" she mumbles. She turns to look at the others. "I.. need to go.. as in right now! Sooo sorry...." she says apolegetic and drops a smoke bomb, vanishing without a trace.
Kindheart BLINKED and just growled "If you had Smoke bombs than why didn't you draw out the foxes and then use the smoke bombs to escape!!!
Tiar grumbles at the entire groups decision to wait here, pointing one to the rides exit, and one to the rides entrance, before he moves to stand near the way out, waiting patiently for his prey to come by.
Morten whines and lowers her ears, looking around, hopefull that adorra will return.. though she knows adorra most likely wont, she whimpers and turns back to the ground, looking at a loss for what to do, "What now?... How we find foxes?" she asks weakly.
Something or someone, obviously annoyed by the party's refusal to willingly walk into their trap, starts pushing the carts through the haunted house track at a rapid pace, the one that rolled in just moments ago coming out the exit as another few carts push in.
Kindheart rubbed the Husky's shoulder and and then walked up to the cart "We don't have any more ninjas, so there's only winging it and resorting to hollywood movies left for us. Orrrrrrrrrr we could try to hit this behive with a stick. All of them are dangerous, and the only safe Idea I can come up with would be to demolish everyplace they could be hiding. But that didn't work in vieatnam for my grandfather and I don't think what ever the foxes are looking for would survive this place being bulldozed. Morton, would you mind standing at the place marked 'Enterence' From my experience I know a think or two about taking a hit and fighting multiple foes at once, So I have to be the one to take this bait." And with that Kindheart took a seat in the ride. shivering nerviously but was positive that the others would be able to handle the foxes. The hallways leading in and out were a bottleneck that would limit how many would fight the allies at one time.
Tiar seems to be thinking very hard about the accelerated cars, and decides he wants to try and break them. "Exit early." he calls to the departing Kindheart, moving over to a food kiosk he lets out a grunting sound as he forces his body to muster up it's strength. He grabs it and hauls it over to the tracks and pushes it in the way for the next arriving car to deal with. He then awaits the results, at a safe distance.
Morten blinks and listens to kindheart talk.. finding it hard to follow hir 'logic' and hir strange stories.. she quickly obeying however and moving to the track, yiping in shock when the first cart speeds past, she avoiding it though, she watches tiar move the kiosk into the entryway and blinks in surprise at the now blocked entry, trapping kindheart inside.. the husky looking at tiar with a tild of her head, "Why do that?.."
Thankfully, Kindheart was agile enough to escape the pitch black creature that attempted to come up from underneath the cart and slam shut the safety bar, which would have trapped her inside. On the other hand, now there was a growling latex fox creature, very angry that its trap had failed, in the middle of a very dark tunnel. Without light, fighting the fox would be extremely dangerous, and Tiar had completely blocked the way back towards the enterance. "You. You sacrifice. You come." it'd growl at her loudly, loud enough for Morten to hear.
Kindheart growled like only a woman could! if anything the fox had made a terrible mistake trying to face hir alone. Sie had one attack that sie mastered for just for a large area, and thus sie pulled the Party Cannon from out of nowhere to fire on the ferel.
The Latex Fox is unscathed by the Party Cannon's attack, somehow keeping to the darkness enough for Kindheart to miss it completely. Afterwards, it lashes out at Kindheart with its latex claws, almost screaming at her. "NO! YOU STOP!" it'd shout.
Kindheart Quickly opened hir medkit, these injuries needed to be treated right away. "You're the leader, arn't you? I can tell because your eyes point in the same direction." Kindheart taunted while sie moved to dodge and tied a bandage tight
While the fox was distracted by Kindheart's taunts, standing off to the side to think of a clever response... and fail, Kindheart would successfully manage to bandage some of their wounds. "No. Leader downstairs. Leader where you go." the latex creature would hiss in anger, before attempting to strike out at Kindheart once more, this time with their teeth.
A pummel of fists was Kindheart's counter, with hir teeth clenched sie was not feeling kind at all! "Ah, Of course, The leader is the Bathed retard amoung the filthy derps."
Recoiling from Kindheart's attack, the latex fox creature would growl and attempt to bind Kindheart's arms together, preventing them from attacking any more. (Roll 1d20+3 again.)
Unfortunately Kindheart was unable to escape the latex fox's grip, and had her arms bound together. The latex fox began to attempt dragging her deeper into the haunted house.
