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There's a rumbling in the background that doesn't quite fit the lack of real overcast overhead. One block from the mall and hunkered down at the back passageway that serves as one of the rodent's emergency escape routes, a hooded rodent is mumbling anxiously to himself as he shifts from foot to foor with shopping bag in hand. The clothes felt far too itchy, his watch that he hadn't worn in ages felt too damn tight. Everything about this just seemed /wrong/. What was he doing? He could hear a crowd in the distance, but the rat is currently looking up and down the street for something..else. "C'mon, damnit.." The guard wouldn't be gone for too long before they start manning up every exit, even the hidden ones.

Pog is grinning like a devil, giddy as can be. For the mostpart she blended into the mutant crowd- she belonged there, after all. She had climbed to the top of the tallest pile of debris she can find, cheering on the crowd, "This is only the first step to truly breaking the chains of Prometheus! Those traitorous rats are in league with everyone who's ever harassed us, hurt us, killed us... Restrained us! They supply them with the means to do so! So I say we cut them off once and for all! Remember, patience is key- but once Charlie sends the signal, show them the true power of 'ferals'!" With that, she lets out a vicious, feline roar to excite the crowd all the more, then leaps down off the debris, striding her way around to meet her lieutenant. Once she turns into the passage, she nods towards him. "Lead the way, Charlie-boy."

Mickey's ears droop. This rat is clearly one out of place of the riot, but hey. If there's a party. "Yeeeah.." he squeaks, his voice drowned comepletely by the mob. "Hope you know what you're doin'," he chitters as he puts his paws on the piece of drywood that was apparenly secured along with the others; this one easily slides aside to reveal the parking lot of the mall. "I'll meet ya by the East exit. If you're on time," he adds with a mumble, then steps over the frame quickly to avoid the rush of mobs as he pulls out an airhorn and lets it blare.

The rabble were an entity unto themselves at this point, a teeming swarm of various mutants and borderline ferals that had become malcontent with the way the Mallrats were running the show milled about, anger, frustration and despertion fueling them.

They needed someone to blame for their troubles and a way to feed themselves and their children...if they gave a damn about what fell from between their legs at all. So when The tigress gave her little speach, the crowd answered back with a mixed roar of it's own! Yeah! Fuck those rats! Fucking corporate sell outs! Oh they couldn't wait....

Flying high above the scene below, Glein was armored and geared for combat. "Command, Dragoon here. Currently 250 feet AGL, and I can confirm, we've got a large group of creatures. One seemed to give a speech or something, becuase they're pumped up." Glein said, tapping the mic and earpeice combo currently in her left ear. "Can we get someone inside the mall in time to warn them?" Glein asked, wanting to get down there and calm teh situation, or stop it, but only could wing above it as an observer. It was agrivating.

UHSC command responds in piecemill text fashion. [Maintain line-ofsight. Mallrats have their own weapons and lookouts. Don't get involved unless assistance is requested. Both sides of conflict are your priority.]

Inside the mall the whispers of the mob pass from rat to rat in the classic game of telephone. Thankfully reception is good; it takes only a few minutes after the speech for word to finally reach the chilly top of Mt. Cool. Calmly, he filters down his own instructions. Stay chill, watch the doors, get ready to go on lockdown. He himself would go personally to the manager's office to access the PA system and alert the shoppers. "So like, there's a party out there that seems too hot, so if you're not done with your trip here then just start chillin' in the food court till it all blows over. Yeah?"

Xolotl has been hunting, stalking the city streets for prey, for the Blessing of Change. But now, a commotion, a flare of noise and crowd-scent, catches its attention. What's this? Gliding into the group as the mob gathers, Xolotl listens with fascinated curiosity to the tigress's speech, and the answering roars all around it. It has no care for these things - they are beneath its concern - but the sheer raw intensity of the emotion, and the concentration of pheromones in the air from so many passionate bodies all in one place - oh, it was intoxicating! The Hungry One would stick around, and flow with the mob, as one with it. Its forked tongue flicks, tasting the air repeatedly as it savors the crowd's mingled essences.

Edel passes a bit of tech to a rat in exchange for a few cans of the pop that the small husky enjoys so much. After tucking the drinks into her dufflebag, she turns to look out towards the exit of the mall, a frown forming on her muzzle as she draws her hood up. "Well, that doesn't sound at all pleasant." She shuffles off behind part of the scenery, reaching around behind her back to check that her new rifle had a magazine in it.

Cardison looks less than certain as her haggling for a book of old fantasy art is interrupted by the commotion in the lower levels. "Thaaat doesn't sound like normal squabbles..." She peeks out over the edge of the walkway, tail curled around herself to give her some semblance of decency - Though the implication of being dressed in naught but one's own tail may work against that goal. She perks at the squeal of the PA, making quick last minute offers for the book before hugging it against herself as she follows the instructions and heads for the food court. "Always a new adventure..."

Pog nods to Charlie and gets straight to work, looking along the wall and feeling against it for grooves or loose bricks or any of that silly secret agent stuff when she notices an indent in the wall that should've been obvious from how close she was. Feeling less than tactically genius she pries open the false wall, slipping through and leaving it open behind her, leading into what looks a lot like a slightly winding maintenance tunnel. Cautiously the tiny tigress pads down what is a lot like a grand hall to her, wary of bumping into a mallrat at any turn. There was a grate somewhere around here...

Glein growls at that. "Roger that Command. Maintaining aerial survailence of developing situation. Dragoon out." She states, controlling herself enough not to growl into the mic itself. This whole situation was just ASKING for it to explode by one group or the other overreacting. That's how so many skirmishes began, and usually erupted into much uglier, much larger conflicts.

Ruby roamed the outskirts of the mall, picking up the constant litter around the area. She could have passed as a janitor even, if she wasn't only picking up metallic scraps. "Ugh, too many cans to bother with..." This was not the most entertaing way to get supplies, and the yelling nearby made it worse. She would another lap inside if she could, and get out before something worse than screaming came up.

Within the rush back and forth of the rats it's easy to see the order in the chaos. A glossy black femrat is hurrying moving chairs to help barricade up the front doors, A pierced rat jingling like mad is helping close off some of the shops that they wouldn't be needing should it turn into a seige, and one hooded rat with a shopping bag is going about, helpfully dragging trash cans away from their places by the loungechairs and placing them in key parts around the evac routes. Each rodent had a task and like clockwork they seem to act. Both Edel and Cardison are accosted by frazzled looking rodents asking each where they are; "Ya guys should get off hiding, or goin' somewhere to help."

And then there was the issue of hormones...A throng of milling frustrated bodies. Rage, fear, excitement...and suddenly lust began flaring up as forms press together, someone started ovulating and set off another and suddenly the throng was getting less patient, predators struggling to keep from turning on their fellows when their prey was just down the street. Tempers were fraying fast, this crowd was either going to burst or turn on itself!

Inside the mall Rats were moving into positions to cover key exits, grabbing their weapons and accessories...you'd be surprised how much swag you could decorate a rifle and binoculars with and then there were the helmets...OMG. But then there came a real issue when a guard finding his place gave a shout! An exit was open! SOmeone had either come in or out by a ratway!

Cardison looks a little confused at the mixed signals. "The PA said to go to..." She murmurs, pointing in the direction she thinks the foodcourt is in. She spins in place, trying to stay out of the way of the rats moving past her. Scratching her head, she grimaces. "Would that be hiding or helping?" She yelps as the warning call goes out, hurriedly continuing her trip to the food court regardless.

Well, this was definitly chaos in the making..... Rats running around, arming themselves..either there was a sale on swag or something was up. Angus walked back over from the food court, a soda in his hand as he sucked on the straw. "Um....someone mind telling me what the hell is going on?" Looks like someone wasn't paying attention.

Pog's fur bristles at the sound of that shout. Ohhh, dear. The ditzy feral had already made a terrible mistake. Still, she didn't intend on paying for it, and begins dashing down the tunnel as fast as she possibly can. She quickly meets a dead end, however... But there's the grate she's looking for. Many feet above the tiny tigress. Someone normal sized might be able to reach, but not her. "Aww damn." She had to think fast... She looks behind her once, then back at the grate, crouching down and wiggling her rear predatorily before launching herself up at the grate, landing on it and... clinging to it desperately by her fingers and toes. It wouldn't budge. Uhoh.

In the manger's office, Rod tugs on his whiskers for a bit. Standing up and slipping out, he directs another rat to take his place and be ready with belayed instructions. There needs to be a cool face to lessen the fear amongst the not-so-chilled ones, afterall, so the tall one strides purposefully outward. Down the stairs, he slips easily through the lines of rats and pauses just outside the water fountain by the lavatories. "What?" He asks, when word finally reaches him. "Which one? Shit..do we have a rat?" It would of been funny under any other moment as he scans the crowd. One of these things is not like the other..

Edel gives a nod to the rat and kneels down behind part of the structuring as she brings her rifle around on the sling. "I'll be helping, if things get ugly. No need to worry about me!" She trains the rifle towards the exit, should the barricade fail. Well, the gun did need a field test. Maybe it would get one.

The feathered serpent's fangs ache to sink into warm, bleeding flesh. The rising frenzy of the mob is infectious, and it could feel itself responding. What a rush! As far as Xolotl is concerned it doesn't matter if the crowd turns on itself or explodes outward. Either way, it can't wait for the ride! The metallic-scaled body quivers with restrained need to lash out. Soon... soon...

The crowd was getting more and more restless, Each new female to start squirming was saturating the senses of the mob and seeding the chaotic nature of the mob into a more and more feral beast. Males were losing their grip, muscles straining, senses pushed to the limit, nanites working in overtime just to keep the stress and strain from causing strokes and hysterical blackouts. Soon the most feral minds in the crowd were becoming dominant, their eagerness influencing those not used to falling so low and slowly things were starting to edge down the street. Not a charge, not even a march, just a lazy overflow of impatient movement followed by those just behind like a caterpillar unfurling.

Suddenly, somewhere an airhorn goes off. This is /inside/ the mall, however, and every single rat suddenly stops and looks around in puzzlement. The lifeblood of the mall pause and, for a brief moment, there's not even a pin drop. It was not just the signal for the outside mob, however. Chaos once again explodes, this time literally, as every single trash can scattered throughout the lower level of the mall suddenly explode in a mass of thick, gooey brown. Like a chain raction there's a POP after BANG as bins go off with enough force to send the closest rats flying aside; the rest coated quite liberally in rich, sweet chocolate. Those who had fallen back to the food court would be spared the worst of it all, but those by the exits or evac routes would find themselves suddenly in a very sticky situation.

Ruby grumpily looks over to the store once she's done, quickly noticing the extra commotion near the entrance. She really hoped it was a sale, but sales don't usually end up coming from what sounded like impatient...growls? She quickly heads off to the inside, trying not to be a living roadblock.

Glein cursed. "Command, The mob is on the move. Steady march to the mall. I don't think the Rats can stop them. They're not only gathering momentum, but also more numbers as they move. Over." Glein reports, her wings flapping on occasion to keep her aloft, but her gaze remained locked to the events going on below. Sadly, she was too high up to know that things already were happening in teh mall, hell, she barely heard the roar from teh creatures when they'd roared their approval at whatever one of htem had said.

Cardison yelps as things suddenly get very chaotic. Having been putting as much distance between her and the walls as she could, she's at least far enough away from the bins to avoid being thrown, but instead she's caught in the blast of chocolate from both sides. She tumbles, flailing as she tries to save her balance (and her recent purchase) from falling into the mess and failing. Skidding across the now-slick floor, it's all she can do to try to slide her way to the food court. It's close enough that it shouldn't take her too long to get there, now.

Head swiveling around, looking for at least someone he knew in this chaos Angus was rather confused. The airhorn nearly gives him a heart attack as he drops his drink. Yep, someone definitly set a firecracker up someones ass. Drawing his gun he looks around, before the party favors appear. After the first explosion The coyote throws himself to the ground, wondering why the hell it smelled like chocolate.

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 <div></div><br> <br>There's a rumbling in the background that doesn't quite fit the lack of real overcast overhead. One block from the mall and hunkered down at the back passageway that serves as one of the rodent's emergency escape routes, a hooded rodent is mumbling anxiously to himself as he shifts from foot to foor with shopping bag in hand. The clothes felt far too itchy, his watch that he hadn't worn in ages felt too damn tight. Everything about this just seemed /wrong/. What was he doing? He could hear a crowd in the distance, but the rat is currently looking up and down the street for something..else. "C'mon, damnit.." The guard wouldn't be gone for too long before they start manning up every exit, even the hidden ones.<br> <br>Pog is grinning like a devil, giddy as can be. For the mostpart she blended into the mutant crowd- she belonged there, after all. She had climbed to the top of the tallest pile of debris she can find, cheering on the crowd, "This is only the first step to truly breaking the chains of Prometheus! Those traitorous rats are in league with everyone who's ever harassed us, hurt us, killed us... Restrained us! They supply them with the means to do so! So I say we cut them off once and for all! Remember, patience is key- but once Charlie sends the signal, show them the true power of 'ferals'!" With that, she lets out a vicious, feline roar to excite the crowd all the more, then leaps down off the debris, striding her way around to meet her lieutenant. Once she turns into the passage, she nods towards him. "Lead the way, Charlie-boy."<br> <br>Mickey's ears droop. This rat is clearly one out of place of the riot, but hey. If there's a party. "Yeeeah.." he squeaks, his voice drowned comepletely by the mob. "Hope you know what you're doin'," he chitters as he puts his paws on the piece of drywood that was apparenly secured along with the others; this one easily slides aside to reveal the parking lot of the mall. "I'll meet ya by the East exit. If you're on time," he adds with a mumble, then steps over the frame quickly to avoid the rush of mobs as he pulls out an airhorn and lets it blare.<br> <br>The rabble were an entity unto themselves at this point, a teeming swarm of various mutants and borderline ferals that had become malcontent with the way the Mallrats were running the show milled about, anger, frustration and despertion fueling them.
-They needed someone to blame for their troubles and a way to feed themselves and their children...if they gave a damn about what fell from between their legs at all.  So when The tigress gave her little speach, the crowd answered back with a mixed roar of it's own!  Yeah!  Fuck those rats!  Fucking corporate sell outs!  Oh they couldn't wait....<br> <br>Flying high above the scene below, Glein was armored and geared for combat.  "Command, Dragoon here.  Currently 250 feet AGL, and I can confirm, we've got a large group of creatures.  One seemed to give a speech or something, becuase they're pumped up." Glein said, tapping the mic and earpeice combo currently in her left ear.  "Can we get someone inside the mall in time to warn them?" Glein asked, wanting to get down there and calm teh situation, or stop it, but only could wing above it as an observer.  It was agrivating.<br> <br>UHSC command responds in piecemill text fashion. [Maintain line-ofsight.  Mallrats have their own weapons and lookouts.  Don't get involved unless assistance is requested.  Both sides of conflict are your priority.]<br> <br>Inside the mall the whispers of the mob pass from rat to rat in the classic game of telephone. Thankfully reception is good; it takes only a few minutes after the speech for word to finally reach the chilly top of Mt. Cool. Calmly, he filters down his own instructions. Stay chill, watch the doors, get ready to go on lockdown. He himself would go personally to the manager's office to access the PA system and alert the shoppers. "So like, there's a party out there that seems too hot, so if you're not done with your trip here then just start chillin' in the food court till it all blows over. Yeah?"<br> <br>Xolotl has been hunting, stalking the city streets for prey, for the Blessing of Change. But now, a commotion, a flare of noise and crowd-scent, catches its attention. What's this? Gliding into the group as the mob gathers, Xolotl listens with fascinated curiosity to the tigress's speech, and the answering roars all around it. It has no care for these things - they are beneath its concern - but the sheer raw intensity of the emotion, and the concentration of pheromones in the air from so many passionate bodies all in one place - oh, it was intoxicating! The Hungry One would stick around, and flow with the mob, as one with it. Its forked tongue flicks, tasting the air repeatedly as it savors the crowd's mingled essences.<br> <br>Edel passes a bit of tech to a rat in exchange for a few cans of the pop that the small husky enjoys so much. After tucking the drinks into her dufflebag, she turns to look out towards the exit of the mall, a frown forming on her muzzle as she draws her hood up. "Well, that doesn't sound at all pleasant." She shuffles off behind part of the scenery, reaching around behind her back to check that her new rifle had a magazine in it.<br> <br>Cardison looks less than certain as her haggling for a book of old fantasy art is interrupted by the commotion in the lower levels. "Thaaat doesn't sound like normal squabbles..." She peeks out over the edge of the walkway, tail curled around herself to give her some semblance of decency  - Though the implication of being dressed in naught but one's own tail may work against that goal. She perks at the squeal of the PA, making quick last minute offers for the book before hugging it against herself as she follows the instructions and heads for the food court. "Always a new adventure..."<br> <br>Pog nods to Charlie and gets straight to work, looking along the wall and feeling against it for grooves or loose bricks or any of that silly secret agent stuff when she notices an indent in the wall that should've been obvious from how close she was. Feeling less than tactically genius she pries open the false wall, slipping through and leaving it open behind her, leading into what looks a lot like a slightly winding maintenance tunnel. Cautiously the tiny tigress pads down what is a lot like a grand hall to her, wary of bumping into a mallrat at any turn. There was a grate somewhere around here...<br> <br>Glein growls at that.  "Roger that Command.  Maintaining aerial survailence of developing situation.  Dragoon out." She states, controlling herself enough not to growl into the mic itself.  This whole situation was just ASKING for it to explode by one group or the other overreacting.  That's how so many skirmishes began, and usually erupted into much uglier, much larger conflicts.<br> <br>Ruby roamed the outskirts of the mall, picking up the constant litter around the area. She could have passed as a janitor even, if she wasn't only picking up metallic scraps. "Ugh, too many cans to bother with..." This was not the most entertaing way to get supplies, and the yelling nearby made it worse. She would another lap inside if she could, and get out before something worse than screaming came up.
+They needed someone to blame for their troubles and a way to feed themselves and their children...if they gave a damn about what fell from between their legs at all.  So when The tigress gave her little speach, the crowd answered back with a mixed roar of it's own!  Yeah!  Fuck those rats!  Fucking corporate sell outs!  Oh they couldn't wait....<br> <br>Flying high above the scene below, Glein was armored and geared for combat.  "Command, Dragoon here.  Currently 250 feet AGL, and I can confirm, we've got a large group of creatures.  One seemed to give a speech or something, becuase they're pumped up." Glein said, tapping the mic and earpeice combo currently in her left ear.  "Can we get someone inside the mall in time to warn them?" Glein asked, wanting to get down there and calm teh situation, or stop it, but only could wing above it as an observer.  It was agrivating.<br> <br>UHSC command responds in piecemill text fashion. [Maintain line-ofsight.  Mallrats have their own weapons and lookouts.  Don't get involved unless assistance is requested.  Both sides of conflict are your priority.]<br> <br>Inside the mall the whispers of the mob pass from rat to rat in the classic game of telephone. Thankfully reception is good; it takes only a few minutes after the speech for word to finally reach the chilly top of Mt. Cool. Calmly, he filters down his own instructions. Stay chill, watch the doors, get ready to go on lockdown. He himself would go personally to the manager's office to access the PA system and alert the shoppers. "So like, there's a party out there that seems too hot, so if you're not done with your trip here then just start chillin' in the food court till it all blows over. Yeah?"<br> <br>Xolotl has been hunting, stalking the city streets for prey, for the Blessing of Change. But now, a commotion, a flare of noise and crowd-scent, catches its attention. What's this? Gliding into the group as the mob gathers, Xolotl listens with fascinated curiosity to the tigress's speech, and the answering roars all around it. It has no care for these things - they are beneath its concern - but the sheer raw intensity of the emotion, and the concentration of pheromones in the air from so many passionate bodies all in one place - oh, it was intoxicating! The Hungry One would stick around, and flow with the mob, as one with it. Its forked tongue flicks, tasting the air repeatedly as it savors the crowd's mingled essences.<br> <br>Edel passes a bit of tech to a rat in exchange for a few cans of the pop that the small husky enjoys so much. After tucking the drinks into her dufflebag, she turns to look out towards the exit of the mall, a frown forming on her muzzle as she draws her hood up. "Well, that doesn't sound at all pleasant." She shuffles off behind part of the scenery, reaching around behind her back to check that her new rifle had a magazine in it.<br> <br>Cardison looks less than certain as her haggling for a book of old fantasy art is interrupted by the commotion in the lower levels. "Thaaat doesn't sound like normal squabbles..." She peeks out over the edge of the walkway, tail curled around herself to give her some semblance of decency  - Though the implication of being dressed in naught but one's own tail may work against that goal. She perks at the squeal of the PA, making quick last minute offers for the book before hugging it against herself as she follows the instructions and heads for the food court. "Always a new adventure..."<br> <br>Pog nods to Charlie and gets straight to work, looking along the wall and feeling against it for grooves or loose bricks or any of that silly secret agent stuff when she notices an indent in the wall that should've been obvious from how close she was. Feeling less than tactically genius she pries open the false wall, slipping through and leaving it open behind her, leading into what looks a lot like a slightly winding maintenance tunnel. Cautiously the tiny tigress pads down what is a lot like a grand hall to her, wary of bumping into a mallrat at any turn. There was a grate somewhere around here...<br> <br>Glein growls at that.  "Roger that Command.  Maintaining aerial survailence of developing situation.  Dragoon out." She states, controlling herself enough not to growl into the mic itself.  This whole situation was just ASKING for it to explode by one group or the other overreacting.  That's how so many skirmishes began, and usually erupted into much uglier, much larger conflicts.<br> <br>Ruby roamed the outskirts of the mall, picking up the constant litter around the area. She could have passed as a janitor even, if she wasn't only picking up metallic scraps. "Ugh, too many cans to bother with..." This was not the most entertaing way to get supplies, and the yelling nearby made it worse. She would another lap inside if she could, and get out before something worse than screaming came up.<br> <br>Within the rush back and forth of the rats it's easy to see the order in the chaos. A glossy black femrat is hurrying moving chairs to help barricade up the front doors, A pierced rat jingling like mad is helping close off some of the shops that they wouldn't be needing should it turn into a seige, and one hooded rat with a shopping bag is going about, helpfully dragging trash cans away from their places by the loungechairs and placing them in key parts around the evac routes. Each rodent had a task and like clockwork they seem to act. Both Edel and Cardison are accosted by frazzled looking rodents asking each where they are; "Ya guys should get off hiding, or goin' somewhere to help."<br> <br>And then there was the issue of hormones...A throng of milling frustrated bodies.  Rage, fear, excitement...and suddenly lust began flaring up as  forms press together, someone started ovulating and set off another and suddenly the throng was getting less patient, predators struggling to keep from turning on their fellows when their prey was just down the street.  Tempers were fraying fast, this crowd was either going to burst or turn on itself!
+Inside the mall Rats were moving into positions to cover key exits, grabbing their weapons and accessories...you'd be surprised how much swag you could decorate a rifle and binoculars with and then there were the helmets...OMG.  But then there came a real issue when a guard finding his place gave a shout!  An exit was open!  SOmeone had either come in or out by a ratway!<br> <br>Cardison looks a little confused at the mixed signals. "The PA said to go to..." She murmurs, pointing in the direction she thinks the foodcourt is in. She spins in place, trying to stay out of the way of the rats moving past her. Scratching her head, she grimaces. "Would that be hiding or helping?" She yelps as the warning call goes out, hurriedly continuing her trip to the food court regardless.<br> <br>Well, this was definitly chaos in the making..... Rats running around, arming themselves..either there was a sale on swag or something was up. Angus walked back over from the food court, a soda in his hand as he sucked on the straw. "Um....someone mind telling me what the hell is going on?" Looks like someone wasn't paying attention.<br> <br>Pog's fur bristles at the sound of that shout. Ohhh, dear. The ditzy feral had already made a terrible mistake. Still, she didn't intend on paying for it, and begins dashing down the tunnel as fast as she possibly can. She quickly meets a dead end, however... But there's the grate she's looking for. Many feet above the tiny tigress. Someone normal sized might be able to reach, but not her. "Aww damn." She had to think fast... She looks behind her once, then back at the grate, crouching down and wiggling her rear predatorily before launching herself up at the grate, landing on it and... clinging to it desperately by her fingers and toes. It wouldn't budge. Uhoh.<br> <br>In the manger's office, Rod tugs on his whiskers for a bit. Standing up and slipping out, he directs another rat to take his place and be ready with belayed instructions. There needs to be a cool face to lessen the fear amongst the not-so-chilled ones, afterall, so the tall one strides purposefully outward. Down the stairs, he slips easily through the lines of rats and pauses just outside the water fountain by the lavatories. "What?" He asks, when word finally reaches him. "Which one? Shit..do we have a rat?" It would of been funny under any other moment as he scans the crowd. One of these things is not like the other..<br> <br>Edel gives a nod to the rat and kneels down behind part of the structuring as she brings her rifle around on the sling. "I'll be helping, if things get ugly. No need to worry about me!" She trains the rifle towards the exit, should the barricade fail. Well, the gun did need a field test. Maybe it would get one.<br> <br>The feathered serpent's fangs ache to sink into warm, bleeding flesh. The rising frenzy of the mob is infectious, and it could feel itself responding. What a rush! As far as Xolotl is concerned it doesn't matter if the crowd turns on itself or explodes outward. Either way, it can't wait for the ride! The metallic-scaled body quivers with restrained need to lash out. Soon... soon...<br> <br>The crowd was getting more and more restless, Each new female to start squirming was saturating the senses of the mob and seeding the chaotic nature of the mob into a more and more feral beast.  Males were losing their grip, muscles straining, senses pushed to the limit, nanites working in overtime just to keep the stress and strain from causing strokes and hysterical blackouts.  Soon the most feral minds in the crowd were becoming dominant, their eagerness influencing those not used to falling so low and slowly things were starting to edge down the street.  Not a charge, not even a march, just a lazy overflow of impatient movement followed by those just behind like a caterpillar unfurling.<br> <br>Suddenly, somewhere an airhorn goes off. This is /inside/ the mall, however, and every single rat suddenly stops and looks around in puzzlement. The lifeblood of the mall pause and, for a brief moment, there's not even a pin drop. It was not just the signal for the outside mob, however. Chaos once again explodes, this time literally, as every single trash can scattered throughout the lower level of the mall suddenly explode in a mass of thick, gooey brown. Like a chain raction there's a POP after BANG as bins go off with enough force to send the closest rats flying aside; the rest coated quite liberally in rich, sweet chocolate. Those who had fallen back to the food court would be spared the worst of it all, but those by the exits or evac routes would find themselves suddenly in a very sticky situation.<br> <br>Ruby grumpily looks over to the store once she's done, quickly noticing the extra commotion near the entrance. She really hoped it was a sale, but sales don't usually end up coming from what sounded like impatient...growls? She quickly heads off to the inside, trying not to be a living roadblock.<br> <br>Glein cursed.  "Command, The mob is on the move.  Steady march to the mall.  I don't think the Rats can stop them.  They're not only gathering momentum, but also more numbers as they move.  Over." Glein reports, her wings flapping on occasion to keep her aloft, but her gaze remained locked to the events going on below.  Sadly, she was too high up to know that things already were happening in teh mall, hell, she barely heard the roar from teh creatures when they'd roared their approval at whatever one of htem had said.<br> <br>Cardison yelps as things suddenly get very chaotic. Having been putting as much distance between her and the walls as she could, she's at least far enough away from the bins to avoid being thrown, but instead she's caught in the blast of chocolate from both sides. She tumbles, flailing as she tries to save her balance (and her recent purchase) from falling into the mess and failing. Skidding across the now-slick floor, it's all she can do to try to slide her way to the food court. It's close enough that it shouldn't take her too long to get there, now.<br> <br>Head swiveling around, looking for at least someone he knew in this chaos Angus was rather confused. The airhorn nearly gives him a heart attack as he drops his drink. Yep, someone definitly set a firecracker up someones ass. Drawing his gun he looks around, before the party favors appear. After the first explosion The coyote throws himself to the ground, wondering why the hell it smelled like chocolate.

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