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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>With the knowledge that a request was sent for additional assistance at word of a mass of zombies and other... unpleasing things, coming down from the north, Anistia relaxed a bit. She wasn't exactly happy about things, slapping her fat kangaroo tail on the trunk fo the tree she was in. The ears, the tail, those were the only things she'd been cursed with before someone else in RSX found her and gave her treatments to prevent even more changes. She looks to Biggs and Wedge, brothers who had managed to escape P-Day and the follow up with no changes at all. "Lucky bastards, already working for RSX..." She grumbles under her breath. She uses her scope to take another look from her perch. They were getting closer and the sun was setting fast. Not that the clouds permitted much light from the sky in the first place. "Damn it, Biggs, do you see them?" She asks, he responding, "Just got a radio call saying that they have six incoming, it shouldn't take them long to get here."<br> <br>Fenris comes trotting up to where the three people are hidden in the tree, wearing half a police uniform, a happy little smile, and nothing below the waist. The shiny copper badge on his chest reads SGT. CHUBBS and his trusty sword and spear jingle on his back. "Hello?" the tubby tanuki calls out, "Someone called for an assist?"<br> <br>Nyo isn't long behind Fenris, a bit of a waddle to his walk for obvious reasons. He carries a grim expression, one paw rested on the handle of his sheathed sword. "I'm here to assist as well." he says, glancing about nervously. His tail curls downard while his ears pin back slightly, his gaze moving to the kangaroo-human mutant in the tree. "Is there anything more you can tell us?" the medieval-armored foxtaur asks, hoping to get some more helpful information before the trouble begins.<br> <br>Not far behind the others is a coyote, wearing basic armor and a clean-looking tophat. Redd looks up, eying the partial roo in the tree. "Isn't that a bit cliched? I mean, hiding from zombies in a tree. Snark aside, how many you expect to head this way?" He pauses looking at the area. "Name's Redd, seems quiet here yet." The canine sniffs at the air. "Nothing weird scent-wise, either. Seems like ya'll got a fair bit of advance warning."<br> <br>Astara wasn't all that hard to miss as she flies low to the ground towards the designated meeting place, being a near eight-foot tall succubus... let alone when one considers the wingspan it takes to support something like that. She's wearing high-heeled boots, some trickery of her current mutation, and some standard (natural) composite armor of Promethean origin, which is fitted over her typical jumpsuit. She smiles as she sees some familiar faces already; "Good to see ya again, 'Chubbs'~" she remarks playfully, while she gives Redd a nod. The succubus makes landfall not far from the base of the tree, and immidiately leans against it. "Astara, reporting in."<br> <br>Not too far behind Astara, Lynnie came rushing up, skittering at surprising speed. The poor girl had been a victim of P-day in the form of a rather unpleasant nightmare amalgam of various mutants. When she caught up with the succubus, she looked to the others and saluted, offering a notepad with 1 thing written on it, "Lynnie". The poor thing had the lower half of a spider, and the upper half was obscured by a cloak and wrap one would expect to see in desert warfare. What one could see of her arms and hands were covered in thick spider-like chitin and her nails were wicked claws.<br> <br>Zophah aproaches from a low flight as a phoenix, wearing her usual atire of lab coat and bikini. A pair of light-intensification goggles rests on her forehead too. As she lands she tries to keep her composure with her 'needs' that no doubt anyone with a good nose can tell from her, which she has plenty of experience keeping together in the past. She straitens her mailbag and stretches her wings for a second before introducing herself: "I'm Zophah with the Pr-promethians." She then glances over at the icy fox taur, smelling at the air before trying to hide her embarasment.<br> <br>With the arrival of their six agents, the RSX geological and paranormal studies team seems to relax, at least until Anistia notices the way Astara squirms and the rubbing Zophah does shortly after arriving. The three all look to each other, "A bunch of... mutants. And in heat." Say Anistia as Biggs and Wedge get back to their work, taking soil samples, examining the leaves that were... for some reason still upon their trees! "Yeah, we got some warning when I saw them a few hours ago. Not sure what they are doing, but I'd rather not find out personally. So, if you... things... can work out a way to stop them and get them back in their... homes... that would be completely delightful." She comments. She gets down from the tree to get her own rifle and reattach the scope, "I'll keep an eye from here for a while, but I have work to do too." She says, slinging the rifle to her back careful of her tail and examining the fountains which seemed to be running without additional water supply, motors, or anything else.<br> <br>Fenris finally notices the operatives up in the tree as others talk with them "Oh! Hello!" he says pleasantly, "Who are we sending home?" The tanuki seems happily oblivious. "I just heard there were people who needed help," he shoots a grin at Astara, then turns to look back where Anista is watching, "You think they want cookies and tea? I'll need something to boil water in, I have cookies and tea bags to share. But I only have one cup. Everyone else will have to provide their own." What is this butterball even doing here!?<br> <br>Nyo glances around at all the people that show up, briefly meeting Zophah's gaze. He looks at her inquisitively, before looking away again. His attention returns to the partial kangaroo in the tree, brows furrowing in reaction to the way she talks about them. "You're a mutant too." he reminds her, but says little more to the female in the tree. Thinking he has most of the information he needed, he nods and nervously scans the horizon again, listening to Fenris. "I'd love to, but I don't think it's going to be that kind of evening..."<br> <br>The coyote snerks at Fenris, ruffling the fur on the tanuki's head. "Zombies, didn't ya hear? Whole crowd of em headed this way. Good to see ya, by the way." He turns towards Lynnie. "Guess you aren't gonna be saying much. That shouldn't be too much of a problem, I think."<br> <br>Looking over her shoulder, then gritting her teeth at Nyo, Anistia huffs, "Are you all still here? Get over there and find out what is going on with those zombies and other... things. Look, you all speek a common language or something right?" Then more to Nyo himself, "Don't confuse the ears and tail, fox. If I'd known I could have got rid of them before I took RSXs treatments, I might have this damned plague change me more so I could get changed back first." With that she starts working on sampling the water.<br> <br>Zophah furrows her brow at the comments of the RSX agents, but quickly dismisses the thought. She glances at Nyo again before shaking her head, saying Just zombies? I guess I'll take a closer look. Keep comms open." She then takes for the sky, leaving a faintly glowing trail of cinders on her way to the zombies. she puts her LI goggles over her eyes and tries to view the zombie group from above.<br> <br>"I'm not a mutant," Fenris says helpfully, "I am a tanuki. It is different." He readjusts his police hat after Redd knocks it askew. "Well," he considers, "Zombies DO seem like a problem." The tubby tanuki unslings his spear from his back and trots off in the indicated direction wearing a contented smile and keeping a sharp eye out for trouble.<br> <br>Astara huffs in response to this kangaroo-woman's comments, shooting her an annoyed glare. "Sometimes we have to play with the hand that's dealt to us; you should know this." Then she just shakes her head, and stops leaning against the tree. "I assure you I'm well within my ability to keep it under control. Not going to be wanting to fuck any zombies, no ma'am." She chuckles a little at this, and then rubs her hands together. "Time to get down to business, at any rate! We should probably get a wrap on what everyone's talents are, make some plans. I know I brought this bad boy!" The succubus goes into her rather large bag - somewhere between a messenger bag and a duffel - and digs out a flamethrower, which she hastily begins assembling. <br> <br>Nyo shakes his head a bit after Anistia's response, looking back up at her again. "That doesn't change the facts." he says calmly, though he soon sees Fenris start to trot off in the zombies' direction, ears perking up. "You shouldn't run out alone." he says, starting to hurry off after him, glancing back at Astara. "I'm a defender." he tells her, picking up his pace, though he's not able to run particularly fast. For now, he sticks with Fenris, intending to make sure the first to rush in doesn't get hurt.<br> <br>Lynnie moves up to Astara, drawing some of her webbing out, carefully winding it with her back-most legs. She quickly scrawls something on her notepad, "Think we can make use of some webbing? I could lay some out to slow them down if they get too close."<br> <br>Once more Anistia scoffs, "Look, let me do what I do, you do what you do. And hurry up about it. If they get here, I'm going to have to call our research here and head back." Though the zombies are still too far out to see by simply eye, with a shift in the wind they can be smelled by those with anything better than a human's nasil perception.<br> <br>"Setting traps up here just gives them less distance to go if they get past us. Best set something up closer, and somebody back here taking care of any that slip past." Redd eyes the agents still here. "Any volunteers for cleaning up stragglers?"<br> <br>Zophah comms back to the group: "I see Vampires, Pharaohs, Succubi and Zombies. I can't tell how many but it has to be less than 40 of them total." She lands on a nearby roof downwind of the undead to try and spot who the leaders might be.<br> <br>Astara doesn't bother retorting anymore to Anistia; nothing to be gained from the bitter part-kangaroo. She instead focuses her attention to Redd and Lynnie. "As far as combat, I'm very much focused on area denial and assaulting groups of enemies. So I'm going to be useful more on the frontlines, especially if we can try to funnel them together." The addition from Zophah makes her pause to digest the information. "Guess we're not dealing SOLELY with zombies, then. Interesting."<br> <br>Fenris only smiles and nods to Nyo. "I'll be fine," he says, giving his spear a little spin, "Just a few zombies that need encouragement to go back where they belong, right?"<br> <br>Nyo looks over back to Fenris, concern still pasted on his features. "Well, maybe..." he says, sliding his sword out of its sheath and holding his powerful kite shield ready. "I definitely smell them, but maybe we shouldn't just assume we know everything." he says, keeping a lookout for anything that might be approaching them, while keeping pace with Fenris. "Are we the only two out here...?"<br> <br>Zophah turns invisible and lands close to the front of the group, creating an illusionary duplicate of herself (both courtesy of nanomagic) in front of the undead. The duplicate shouts "Can anyone here speak English? I'm wondering why you are all so far from the graveyard. I'm Zophah."<br> <br>Lynnie ponders for a moment, before taking a deep breath, exhaling slowly through her nose. Dealing with the dead means that they will likely be less vulnerable to her ability to misdirect. She re-centers herself, and braces for conflict. She will help her friend, and the others, as best she can. She heads forward, focusing herself for what may come.<br> <br>The sun continues to sit as darkness settles in. The RSXers take out old looking lanterns and start working with oils to get them lit before too much light is lost upon them to continue their work. "Fasinating, despite it being fall these leaves must still be photosynthsising. Where are they getting the ambiant light from?" Asks Wedge to no one in particular as he records this. Biggs seems equalily excited about whatever he's discovered about the soil around the area. |
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| + | Agents moving out toward the Zombies and others, and a greeting given, a pair of succubi come forward, smiling, "Of course we speek English darling, do we look Russian or something?" One asks, rubbing over her breasts a moment, "Why are you out here?" Asks the other. A few look around, a few others smelling about...<br> <br>"Oh!" Fenris says pleasantly, eyes ahead as the shambling horde comes into view, "I never assume I know anything." The tanuki skids to a halt when he spies the succubi and zombie horde. "That, for example," he says, "I underestimated how big a horde was."<br> <br>Zophah keeps her focus on directing her illusion while staying invisible, trying to think on how much information to give the succubi. The illusion says "I'm making a patrol for allies to make sure nothing goes wrong. And you?" The copy-Zophah motions to the horde behind the two succubi.<br> <br>"If we get into a fight, take out the vampires first, they've got a nasty habit of getting stronger longer you leave them alone." Redd responds to Zophah's comm message with one of his own, before glancing at Lynnie and Astara. "Alright, flamethrower's good closer range, Lynnie, you fine taking care of any that get past?" The coyote starts towards Fenris and Nyo at a fair pace, not waiting for the chimera's response. As he approaches the taur and tanuki, he draws a revolver from a holster, keeping the weapon at his side and pointed down. Redd continues to approach the group, slowing as he approaches Zophah's illusion.<br> <br>Nyo gets his question answered immediately after asking it, seeing Zophah's illusion, and hearing her call out to the invading party. Stopping fast just like Fenris, he listens carefully to what's going on. For the moment, he simply listens in, waiting for a chance to assist the situation. He hass little to offer at the moment but his own observation. His tail tucks and ears pin back again, worried about the situation, but ready for just about anything.<br> <br>Astara has an idea - something that's conveyed by her expression, just about everything short of an actual lightbulb appearing above her head. "Y'know, even if we're not quite the same 'species' of succubus... maybe I can at least get some brownie points with them." She turns to Lynnie, and gives her a pat on the back. "Why don't you setup some traps to make a final wall of protection, asides from just yourself? Seems like a good plan to me, and I believe in ya!" And with that, the succubus rockets off into the air, flamethrower in hands, at a similarly low altitude to just be out of the range of any jumping mutants. The succubus' trajectory is towards the frontlines, eventually towards the Zophah-clone when she's close enough to recognize it. <br> <br>The twin succubi look to each other a moment before looking back to Zophah, "Well, we are looking for love of course my darling, do you think you could provdie?" Asks one as the other walks up to the illusion to stroke over its cheek. Without any substance to it though, it becomes very evident that they are being fooled! The pair look around in a bit of confusion. They look to Fenris, then Nyo, then back to each other once more. "Are you doing this? Tanuki are the tricky ones, right?" She asks as Astara and Redd step up. A few zombies and vampires move forward too, seeking... hunting something...<br> <br>With nothing more than a nod to Astara, Lynnie begins laying down a field of sticky webbing to her left, and right, leaving a narrow corridor between the webs in case the others need to pass through. She does her best to create a path to funnel anything right to her.<br> <br>Fenris smiles pleasantly at the mild accusation. "That's us!" he says proudly, thumping a hand on his belly and making a deep, bass drum sound, "Tricky as you like! But that one isn't my doing." The tubby tanuki nods at the shambling horde with the two demons. "Are all of them looking for love too?" he asks, trying hard not to think about what zombie lovin' would entail, "I don't kniw that the Court is eqipped to handle groups this big."<br> <br>Astara has a rather large smirk on her face as she approaches, hovering above Fenris (just to the side), and casting her faintly glowing blue eyes down on the twin succubi. "Maybe you' <br> <br>Nyo looks over to Fenris as he speaks, soon glancing back to the group before them. Reading their expressions and body language, he soon starts to catch on. The first thing he does is send out a message to the others in his group, explaining that a few of the invaders appear to be upset or angry. After a moment's hesitation, he decides to inquire. "You look a little frustrated, is something wrong?" he asks them, hoping to just talk things out with them, knowing everyone has the potential to be reasonable.<br> <br>Zophah dismisses her illusion, making it theatrical as it wisps away in fog. She then makes the same theatrical display with illusion in dismissing her invisibility, making it look like she conjured herself from thin air. With the voice of a phoenix she sings a tune: "I am the trickster and I am the fool. I am the puppeteer and I am the tool." She then makes a show of keeping everyone's attention on her, making illusions of fantastical pyrotechnics off of her Fiery Feathers as she speads them out. Speaking to the succubi she adds "I'm in the mood for something you aren't currently equipped for, but I can still play rough."<br> <br>Fenris thinks something must have just happened, but the art of seduction and the art of intentional negotiation are rather beyond him. "I'm not looking for love," he says, "But I have cookies, which are probably similar, right?"<br> <br>The succubi smile, walking around Fenris, "Oh... I couldn't tell you that..." One says, as the other moves to the opposite side, "... but surely a big boy like you could help use, at least, with love, right?" She asks. Meanwhile, the large group behind the pair start to fully catchup with each other. A vampire approches Redd, sniffing a bit, a lick of the lips. A Zombie Stripper approces Nyo, moaning out, "You all tried to trick us... maybe you should join us instead. Do you think we're stupid?" | ||
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| + | The sudden display by Zophah catches a lot of attention, the succubi once trying to seduce Fenris, the Vampire trying to make out what to do with Redd, and the Zombie conversing with Nyo all look that way in a moment's bewilderment before a rousing spattering and hissing! "Enough!" Cries out a Pharaoh, as he steps forward...<br> <br>"As a note, if you try biting me, I'm perfectly willing to bite back." The coyote speaks, tone calm but slightly irritated. "In all seriousness though, what're you all after? Nobody needs to get hurt tonight, we've got plenty of time to talk, longer if you've got other plans."<br> <br>Nyo grimaces a little seeing the zombie approach him, leaning back a bit. "Of course not, I..." he looks in shock to Zophah's display, facepawing briefly. But since they all seem to be focusing on her, he takes a step closer to Fenris, making sure he isn't too separated from everyone else. The Pharoah's shout draws his attention that way, fearing what this may entail. "Please, we can resolve this peacefully. I know it doesn't feel good to have people coming and making threats, and I'm sorry. So let's just have a conversation." he tries his hand talking to the Pharoah.<br> <br>Astara has a rather large smirk on her face as she approaches, hovering above Fenris and Nyo. She can't help but to look over as Zophah-proper joins them, and with the reaction of the horde, the much larger succubus introduces her face with one of her palms, then rubbing the bridge of her nose. "And I was just about to ask if you two sisters would be willing to be a little more open with someone more of your 'kind', but I see we're at an impasse here." She focuses her faintly-glowing blue eyes down on the Pharaoh that steps up, and lowers the aim of her flamethrower aside: away from the horde. Then Nyo speaks. She nods in agreement with him! "Yes, as much as some of my fellows here are varying stages of 'friendly', some of us aren't itching for a fight, and can restrain the wilier of us if need be. If you'd do the same."<br> <br>Fenris is completely clueless. The big guy does not even seem to know that flirting/seduction is happening. "I'm not much of a matchmaker," the tanuki says pleasantly, "But that pharaoh fellow seems like the strong, forceful type! Maybe you could try him? What exactly are you looking for?"<br> <br>Zophah shakes her head trying to clear her thoughts, dismissing her illusions again. she then takes a deep breath and smooths out her tail feathers. "Sorry. I got carried away with showing off. She then collects herself and steps back to let the real speakers do a much better job than she can.<br> <br>With Redd's irritated tone, the vampire, does back away. Listening to Nyo the rest relax, though only slightly. Many look more ready to jump in, fangs bared, hands ready. The swishing of succubi tails, and the fluttering of wings. Fenris' comments get a chuckle, and the pair back away a bit, though look to Astara, that is until the Pheroah who stepped up continues, "Now! We wish to pass to the shine to the south, to learn of this... Court of Love we have heard agents speak of. We may bring the message back to others who would rather spend time... taking what they want from others than talking, though... perhaps their wa-" and as he continues to move forward, he slips, a rather large 'damp' spot upon the ground, the leftovers of some other feral 'relieving' themselves. Falling into the puddle, the rather strong looking mutant beings to lift himself up as a great deal of those behind him begin to snicker and chortle.<br> <br>Redd offers the pharaoh a hand up, kneeling to give better leverage. "As I said, nobody has to get hurt. May we ask you to return to the court tomorrow? There's some scientist sorts doing some work there right now, they should be done by morning, I think." The revolver is holstered, in an attempt to show there's no ill will.<br> <br>Fenris is nearly as confused as he is confusing. "So. . ." the chubby coon dog starts, "All the. . . um. . . Denizens of the graveyard have decided that they need Cupid's help?" He produces a packet of pre-packed cookies and tosses one into his mouth before offering the bag absently to one of his succubus admirers. "Why not just have a monster mash or whatever back home? Seems like less trouble than doing the whole Thriller routine." Sometimes, it is infuriating the way the only memories Fenris has pre-p-day are of films, books, and music.<br> <br>Nyo listens to the Pharoah's side of things, glancing towards the others with the considration of what he says. After a moment's thought, he sends another message to the others, saying that it doesn't sound like a bad thing to let them, as long as they don't interfere with the tree. When the imposing figure slips in the puddly, Nyo almost bursts out laughing, but manages to keep it suppressed. "Umm..." he starts, looking over towards Redd. "Yes, exactly. And if it helps, I would be happy to return to you after they've finished, to let you know when they're done." he offers, even adding in a small bow.<br> <br>Astara blinks several times with the unexpected bumbling of what otherwise seemed to be a competent leader. Thankfully, Redd takes on the situation tactfully enough, allowing her to recover from her befuddlement. "Their safety is paramount to us, and it's important they are not disturbed during their work; but so this is not one-sided, is there anything I - or any of us - can do for you in the meantime?"<br> <br>Zophah thinks for a second. "If you want to know about Eros and the Court of Love, I can get some information on it for you. It will take some time, but then you can take it back with you."<br> <br>With Redd's assistance, the fallen leader of the assembled Pharoahs gets back to his feel, cringing at himself and what he had fallen into. He looks to Fenris, to Redd, and around to Nyo, Astara, everyone assembled there. Then looks to the others, "What say you Millie, Mandy? And you Alucard?" The twin succubi look to each other with a smile, though the vampire just hisses a moment. With a smile the succubi nod. "Very well. We can come to an agreement. You will bring to us this Court of Love's power, there are a few among us who wish to understand it. In exchange we will... return, for now. But cross us... and you will join us." He says, turning away from the agents. A few look ever more angry but he holds up his hands! "These agents will not be harming us, instead, they will bring to us what we wish to have! We will wait back in our homes for them." He says, though... the two succubi look over to Fenris, "Humm... or maybe he'd like to sweeten the deal...?" One starts, "... come back with us for the night, it is so cold in our tomb..." the other continues, then, together, "You could keep us warm."<br> <br>Fenris is without guile and largely without fear. "Sure!" he says pleasantly, "We can make a fire and I have everything we need for tea! Except a teapot. And cups. But we can figure something out! I'm sure we can make it work." The tubby tanuki grins around.<br> <br>Astara snickers at Fenris' reply to to the succubi, and flies up a little closer to them. "Not gonna try and sex up another succubus, huh? How disapointing~" She rubs a hand over her package, plainly obvious beneath her jumpsuit. Astara follows it up with a wink, before turning herself around, looking at the rest of the group. "So, shall we go see what our oh-so-sociable scientists are up to back at the Court? Hopefully they're as successful as we are."<br> <br>Zophah thinks through the books she knows... what files she'll have to copy... the notebooks she'll have to requisition... "I'll bring what I can." She says to the lead pharoah, taking out a notepad to remind herself everything she'll need. "Might as well watch what the RSX are doing for my own research."<br> <br>Nyo lets out a sigh of relief as he hears the deal succeed, sheathing his sword and placing that paw above the swell of his chest now that he can relax. "There will be no crossing, I assure you." he says as they turn to leave, though he widens his eyes as he watches Fenris go with them, thinking he's blissfuly unaware of what they might expect from him. Shaking his head, he turns to the others, smiling nervously. "That went well... I feel good about this." he says to them, starting to walk his way back towards the court, nodding to Astara. "I'm going to see if I can help them. If not, I'll find something else to do. I promised to go tell them when it was over, afterall..."<br> <br>The coyote turns to Zophah. "I'mma hold you to helping them out, you know." Redd then pats Fenris on the back. "Enjoy yourself now, I'm sure you'll figure something out for the tea. And I'm sure they'd love more company, you know." He grins at Astara, before starting his walk back towards the little shrine.<br> <br>Having set her somewhat sticky trap for any aggressor who may slip past, the cloaked mutant turns around to see the scene breaking up with relative civility. With some of the other agents headed her way she quickly scrawls out, " !?!?!?!? ", before gesturing that they should follow a path directly behind her.<br> <br>On the way back to the shrine itself, a MASSIVE flash of light, and a glowing... warm feeling. Like a field in spring, or as if a small warm fire had been lit in everyone's chest. For a moment, each of the agents feel more... attached to the other, as if each were suddenly more important, more kin-like, and, slightly more attractive. As the flash of light dies back down though, the feelings subside, leaving only a slight... almost otherworldly tingling that feels like fur or hair standing on edge. Though, the researchers themselves seem quite a bit more jovial than before! Anistia even bounces over, ears perked and tail held up, "Hi there! I take it it went well, we are learning so much here ourselves. It seems some kind of energy is coming directly from the fountains themselves, that is what is keeping the grass green and the trees with their leaves, or so we think so far. We're still looking it over." She smiles a bit as Biggs and Wedge walk over, taking their hands, "And... once we're done for the night, Biggs, Wedge, and I have been talking about... well... getting on with a family of our own. I never really noticed how much I just... love these two! We've worked together in a lot of projects... how could not have noticed how bright Biggs' smile is, or how funny Wedge is before!?"<br> <br>"Are you feeling alright ma'am?" Redd asks, looking a bit concerned. "Maybe it's just me, but you seem to be a bit, well, different from earlier."<br> <br>Nyo looks at Lynnie's notepad, giving her a sympathetic look. Suddenly though, that flash of light spreads through the area, catching him off-guard. Looking at the others once by one, he smiles, feeling like they worked together well to reach a positive outcome, before turning back to Lynnie. "Well... We just barely managed to negotiate peace. Sorry if all that work goes to waste. But you did a good job, and it was the right call." he says, holding up a paw to offer Lynnie a high-five. Even as he does, he looks over towards the partial kangaroo, tilting his head. With a growing smile, he nods to her. "That would be a great idea, miss."<br> <br>Zophah keeps to the side of the group as everyone returns, suddenly aware again of her 'needs' now that adrenaline isn't pumping though her system. And it gets harder with supernatual love being broadcast for a brief second. With this in mind, Zophah just tries not to make eye contact with anyone for the rest of the night. "I-I think I'll j-just be going-g then. Don't-t w-want to get in-n the way." Her scent is unmistakeable for those who can smell it, and she doesn't want to bother anyone here with it, so she heads home where her mate can hopefully help with it.<br> <br>Astara touches down near Lynnie, giving her a big hug, and a kiss! She just can't help but to after whatever-the-hell that was! "Lynnie! A success, we managed to convince them to be friendly." After she notices the 'changes' in the RSX researchers, she walks up besides Redd afterwards "I... can't tell if this is an improvement for her or not. Least she isn't as much of a tight-ass as before, but..." | ||
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| + | The succubus picks up on Zophah's scent, blushing a bit herself. After all is done, she soars off, following the trail... her jumpsuit is a little damp and tighter fitting in places.<br> <br>Anistia giggles a bit, "Yes, Redd, of course I'm feeling fine, never better really. I... it feels like a weight was lifted out of my chest and in its place something so much better! Thanks, but we have a lot of work to get done before we pack up, though we'll have to continue this later this week as well. No way we are getting everything done tonight and getting wedding plans done too!" She says, leaning over to kiss Biggs and then Wedge before the trio starts back to their work.[[Category:RPLogs]] | ||
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With the knowledge that a request was sent for additional assistance at word of a mass of zombies and other... unpleasing things, coming down from the north, Anistia relaxed a bit. She wasn't exactly happy about things, slapping her fat kangaroo tail on the trunk fo the tree she was in. The ears, the tail, those were the only things she'd been cursed with before someone else in RSX found her and gave her treatments to prevent even more changes. She looks to Biggs and Wedge, brothers who had managed to escape P-Day and the follow up with no changes at all. "Lucky bastards, already working for RSX..." She grumbles under her breath. She uses her scope to take another look from her perch. They were getting closer and the sun was setting fast. Not that the clouds permitted much light from the sky in the first place. "Damn it, Biggs, do you see them?" She asks, he responding, "Just got a radio call saying that they have six incoming, it shouldn't take them long to get here."
Fenris comes trotting up to where the three people are hidden in the tree, wearing half a police uniform, a happy little smile, and nothing below the waist. The shiny copper badge on his chest reads SGT. CHUBBS and his trusty sword and spear jingle on his back. "Hello?" the tubby tanuki calls out, "Someone called for an assist?"
Nyo isn't long behind Fenris, a bit of a waddle to his walk for obvious reasons. He carries a grim expression, one paw rested on the handle of his sheathed sword. "I'm here to assist as well." he says, glancing about nervously. His tail curls downard while his ears pin back slightly, his gaze moving to the kangaroo-human mutant in the tree. "Is there anything more you can tell us?" the medieval-armored foxtaur asks, hoping to get some more helpful information before the trouble begins.
Not far behind the others is a coyote, wearing basic armor and a clean-looking tophat. Redd looks up, eying the partial roo in the tree. "Isn't that a bit cliched? I mean, hiding from zombies in a tree. Snark aside, how many you expect to head this way?" He pauses looking at the area. "Name's Redd, seems quiet here yet." The canine sniffs at the air. "Nothing weird scent-wise, either. Seems like ya'll got a fair bit of advance warning."
Astara wasn't all that hard to miss as she flies low to the ground towards the designated meeting place, being a near eight-foot tall succubus... let alone when one considers the wingspan it takes to support something like that. She's wearing high-heeled boots, some trickery of her current mutation, and some standard (natural) composite armor of Promethean origin, which is fitted over her typical jumpsuit. She smiles as she sees some familiar faces already; "Good to see ya again, 'Chubbs'~" she remarks playfully, while she gives Redd a nod. The succubus makes landfall not far from the base of the tree, and immidiately leans against it. "Astara, reporting in."
Not too far behind Astara, Lynnie came rushing up, skittering at surprising speed. The poor girl had been a victim of P-day in the form of a rather unpleasant nightmare amalgam of various mutants. When she caught up with the succubus, she looked to the others and saluted, offering a notepad with 1 thing written on it, "Lynnie". The poor thing had the lower half of a spider, and the upper half was obscured by a cloak and wrap one would expect to see in desert warfare. What one could see of her arms and hands were covered in thick spider-like chitin and her nails were wicked claws.
Zophah aproaches from a low flight as a phoenix, wearing her usual atire of lab coat and bikini. A pair of light-intensification goggles rests on her forehead too. As she lands she tries to keep her composure with her 'needs' that no doubt anyone with a good nose can tell from her, which she has plenty of experience keeping together in the past. She straitens her mailbag and stretches her wings for a second before introducing herself: "I'm Zophah with the Pr-promethians." She then glances over at the icy fox taur, smelling at the air before trying to hide her embarasment.
With the arrival of their six agents, the RSX geological and paranormal studies team seems to relax, at least until Anistia notices the way Astara squirms and the rubbing Zophah does shortly after arriving. The three all look to each other, "A bunch of... mutants. And in heat." Say Anistia as Biggs and Wedge get back to their work, taking soil samples, examining the leaves that were... for some reason still upon their trees! "Yeah, we got some warning when I saw them a few hours ago. Not sure what they are doing, but I'd rather not find out personally. So, if you... things... can work out a way to stop them and get them back in their... homes... that would be completely delightful." She comments. She gets down from the tree to get her own rifle and reattach the scope, "I'll keep an eye from here for a while, but I have work to do too." She says, slinging the rifle to her back careful of her tail and examining the fountains which seemed to be running without additional water supply, motors, or anything else.
Fenris finally notices the operatives up in the tree as others talk with them "Oh! Hello!" he says pleasantly, "Who are we sending home?" The tanuki seems happily oblivious. "I just heard there were people who needed help," he shoots a grin at Astara, then turns to look back where Anista is watching, "You think they want cookies and tea? I'll need something to boil water in, I have cookies and tea bags to share. But I only have one cup. Everyone else will have to provide their own." What is this butterball even doing here!?
Nyo glances around at all the people that show up, briefly meeting Zophah's gaze. He looks at her inquisitively, before looking away again. His attention returns to the partial kangaroo in the tree, brows furrowing in reaction to the way she talks about them. "You're a mutant too." he reminds her, but says little more to the female in the tree. Thinking he has most of the information he needed, he nods and nervously scans the horizon again, listening to Fenris. "I'd love to, but I don't think it's going to be that kind of evening..."
The coyote snerks at Fenris, ruffling the fur on the tanuki's head. "Zombies, didn't ya hear? Whole crowd of em headed this way. Good to see ya, by the way." He turns towards Lynnie. "Guess you aren't gonna be saying much. That shouldn't be too much of a problem, I think."
Looking over her shoulder, then gritting her teeth at Nyo, Anistia huffs, "Are you all still here? Get over there and find out what is going on with those zombies and other... things. Look, you all speek a common language or something right?" Then more to Nyo himself, "Don't confuse the ears and tail, fox. If I'd known I could have got rid of them before I took RSXs treatments, I might have this damned plague change me more so I could get changed back first." With that she starts working on sampling the water.
Zophah furrows her brow at the comments of the RSX agents, but quickly dismisses the thought. She glances at Nyo again before shaking her head, saying Just zombies? I guess I'll take a closer look. Keep comms open." She then takes for the sky, leaving a faintly glowing trail of cinders on her way to the zombies. she puts her LI goggles over her eyes and tries to view the zombie group from above.
"I'm not a mutant," Fenris says helpfully, "I am a tanuki. It is different." He readjusts his police hat after Redd knocks it askew. "Well," he considers, "Zombies DO seem like a problem." The tubby tanuki unslings his spear from his back and trots off in the indicated direction wearing a contented smile and keeping a sharp eye out for trouble.
Astara huffs in response to this kangaroo-woman's comments, shooting her an annoyed glare. "Sometimes we have to play with the hand that's dealt to us; you should know this." Then she just shakes her head, and stops leaning against the tree. "I assure you I'm well within my ability to keep it under control. Not going to be wanting to fuck any zombies, no ma'am." She chuckles a little at this, and then rubs her hands together. "Time to get down to business, at any rate! We should probably get a wrap on what everyone's talents are, make some plans. I know I brought this bad boy!" The succubus goes into her rather large bag - somewhere between a messenger bag and a duffel - and digs out a flamethrower, which she hastily begins assembling.
Nyo shakes his head a bit after Anistia's response, looking back up at her again. "That doesn't change the facts." he says calmly, though he soon sees Fenris start to trot off in the zombies' direction, ears perking up. "You shouldn't run out alone." he says, starting to hurry off after him, glancing back at Astara. "I'm a defender." he tells her, picking up his pace, though he's not able to run particularly fast. For now, he sticks with Fenris, intending to make sure the first to rush in doesn't get hurt.
Lynnie moves up to Astara, drawing some of her webbing out, carefully winding it with her back-most legs. She quickly scrawls something on her notepad, "Think we can make use of some webbing? I could lay some out to slow them down if they get too close."
Once more Anistia scoffs, "Look, let me do what I do, you do what you do. And hurry up about it. If they get here, I'm going to have to call our research here and head back." Though the zombies are still too far out to see by simply eye, with a shift in the wind they can be smelled by those with anything better than a human's nasil perception.
"Setting traps up here just gives them less distance to go if they get past us. Best set something up closer, and somebody back here taking care of any that slip past." Redd eyes the agents still here. "Any volunteers for cleaning up stragglers?"
Zophah comms back to the group: "I see Vampires, Pharaohs, Succubi and Zombies. I can't tell how many but it has to be less than 40 of them total." She lands on a nearby roof downwind of the undead to try and spot who the leaders might be.
Astara doesn't bother retorting anymore to Anistia; nothing to be gained from the bitter part-kangaroo. She instead focuses her attention to Redd and Lynnie. "As far as combat, I'm very much focused on area denial and assaulting groups of enemies. So I'm going to be useful more on the frontlines, especially if we can try to funnel them together." The addition from Zophah makes her pause to digest the information. "Guess we're not dealing SOLELY with zombies, then. Interesting."
Fenris only smiles and nods to Nyo. "I'll be fine," he says, giving his spear a little spin, "Just a few zombies that need encouragement to go back where they belong, right?"
Nyo looks over back to Fenris, concern still pasted on his features. "Well, maybe..." he says, sliding his sword out of its sheath and holding his powerful kite shield ready. "I definitely smell them, but maybe we shouldn't just assume we know everything." he says, keeping a lookout for anything that might be approaching them, while keeping pace with Fenris. "Are we the only two out here...?"
Zophah turns invisible and lands close to the front of the group, creating an illusionary duplicate of herself (both courtesy of nanomagic) in front of the undead. The duplicate shouts "Can anyone here speak English? I'm wondering why you are all so far from the graveyard. I'm Zophah."
Lynnie ponders for a moment, before taking a deep breath, exhaling slowly through her nose. Dealing with the dead means that they will likely be less vulnerable to her ability to misdirect. She re-centers herself, and braces for conflict. She will help her friend, and the others, as best she can. She heads forward, focusing herself for what may come.
The sun continues to sit as darkness settles in. The RSXers take out old looking lanterns and start working with oils to get them lit before too much light is lost upon them to continue their work. "Fasinating, despite it being fall these leaves must still be photosynthsising. Where are they getting the ambiant light from?" Asks Wedge to no one in particular as he records this. Biggs seems equalily excited about whatever he's discovered about the soil around the area.
Agents moving out toward the Zombies and others, and a greeting given, a pair of succubi come forward, smiling, "Of course we speek English darling, do we look Russian or something?" One asks, rubbing over her breasts a moment, "Why are you out here?" Asks the other. A few look around, a few others smelling about...
"Oh!" Fenris says pleasantly, eyes ahead as the shambling horde comes into view, "I never assume I know anything." The tanuki skids to a halt when he spies the succubi and zombie horde. "That, for example," he says, "I underestimated how big a horde was."
Zophah keeps her focus on directing her illusion while staying invisible, trying to think on how much information to give the succubi. The illusion says "I'm making a patrol for allies to make sure nothing goes wrong. And you?" The copy-Zophah motions to the horde behind the two succubi.
"If we get into a fight, take out the vampires first, they've got a nasty habit of getting stronger longer you leave them alone." Redd responds to Zophah's comm message with one of his own, before glancing at Lynnie and Astara. "Alright, flamethrower's good closer range, Lynnie, you fine taking care of any that get past?" The coyote starts towards Fenris and Nyo at a fair pace, not waiting for the chimera's response. As he approaches the taur and tanuki, he draws a revolver from a holster, keeping the weapon at his side and pointed down. Redd continues to approach the group, slowing as he approaches Zophah's illusion.
Nyo gets his question answered immediately after asking it, seeing Zophah's illusion, and hearing her call out to the invading party. Stopping fast just like Fenris, he listens carefully to what's going on. For the moment, he simply listens in, waiting for a chance to assist the situation. He hass little to offer at the moment but his own observation. His tail tucks and ears pin back again, worried about the situation, but ready for just about anything.
Astara has an idea - something that's conveyed by her expression, just about everything short of an actual lightbulb appearing above her head. "Y'know, even if we're not quite the same 'species' of succubus... maybe I can at least get some brownie points with them." She turns to Lynnie, and gives her a pat on the back. "Why don't you setup some traps to make a final wall of protection, asides from just yourself? Seems like a good plan to me, and I believe in ya!" And with that, the succubus rockets off into the air, flamethrower in hands, at a similarly low altitude to just be out of the range of any jumping mutants. The succubus' trajectory is towards the frontlines, eventually towards the Zophah-clone when she's close enough to recognize it.
The twin succubi look to each other a moment before looking back to Zophah, "Well, we are looking for love of course my darling, do you think you could provdie?" Asks one as the other walks up to the illusion to stroke over its cheek. Without any substance to it though, it becomes very evident that they are being fooled! The pair look around in a bit of confusion. They look to Fenris, then Nyo, then back to each other once more. "Are you doing this? Tanuki are the tricky ones, right?" She asks as Astara and Redd step up. A few zombies and vampires move forward too, seeking... hunting something...
With nothing more than a nod to Astara, Lynnie begins laying down a field of sticky webbing to her left, and right, leaving a narrow corridor between the webs in case the others need to pass through. She does her best to create a path to funnel anything right to her.
Fenris smiles pleasantly at the mild accusation. "That's us!" he says proudly, thumping a hand on his belly and making a deep, bass drum sound, "Tricky as you like! But that one isn't my doing." The tubby tanuki nods at the shambling horde with the two demons. "Are all of them looking for love too?" he asks, trying hard not to think about what zombie lovin' would entail, "I don't kniw that the Court is eqipped to handle groups this big."
Astara has a rather large smirk on her face as she approaches, hovering above Fenris (just to the side), and casting her faintly glowing blue eyes down on the twin succubi. "Maybe you'
Nyo looks over to Fenris as he speaks, soon glancing back to the group before them. Reading their expressions and body language, he soon starts to catch on. The first thing he does is send out a message to the others in his group, explaining that a few of the invaders appear to be upset or angry. After a moment's hesitation, he decides to inquire. "You look a little frustrated, is something wrong?" he asks them, hoping to just talk things out with them, knowing everyone has the potential to be reasonable.
Zophah dismisses her illusion, making it theatrical as it wisps away in fog. She then makes the same theatrical display with illusion in dismissing her invisibility, making it look like she conjured herself from thin air. With the voice of a phoenix she sings a tune: "I am the trickster and I am the fool. I am the puppeteer and I am the tool." She then makes a show of keeping everyone's attention on her, making illusions of fantastical pyrotechnics off of her Fiery Feathers as she speads them out. Speaking to the succubi she adds "I'm in the mood for something you aren't currently equipped for, but I can still play rough."
Fenris thinks something must have just happened, but the art of seduction and the art of intentional negotiation are rather beyond him. "I'm not looking for love," he says, "But I have cookies, which are probably similar, right?"
The succubi smile, walking around Fenris, "Oh... I couldn't tell you that..." One says, as the other moves to the opposite side, "... but surely a big boy like you could help use, at least, with love, right?" She asks. Meanwhile, the large group behind the pair start to fully catchup with each other. A vampire approches Redd, sniffing a bit, a lick of the lips. A Zombie Stripper approces Nyo, moaning out, "You all tried to trick us... maybe you should join us instead. Do you think we're stupid?"
The sudden display by Zophah catches a lot of attention, the succubi once trying to seduce Fenris, the Vampire trying to make out what to do with Redd, and the Zombie conversing with Nyo all look that way in a moment's bewilderment before a rousing spattering and hissing! "Enough!" Cries out a Pharaoh, as he steps forward...
"As a note, if you try biting me, I'm perfectly willing to bite back." The coyote speaks, tone calm but slightly irritated. "In all seriousness though, what're you all after? Nobody needs to get hurt tonight, we've got plenty of time to talk, longer if you've got other plans."
Nyo grimaces a little seeing the zombie approach him, leaning back a bit. "Of course not, I..." he looks in shock to Zophah's display, facepawing briefly. But since they all seem to be focusing on her, he takes a step closer to Fenris, making sure he isn't too separated from everyone else. The Pharoah's shout draws his attention that way, fearing what this may entail. "Please, we can resolve this peacefully. I know it doesn't feel good to have people coming and making threats, and I'm sorry. So let's just have a conversation." he tries his hand talking to the Pharoah.
Astara has a rather large smirk on her face as she approaches, hovering above Fenris and Nyo. She can't help but to look over as Zophah-proper joins them, and with the reaction of the horde, the much larger succubus introduces her face with one of her palms, then rubbing the bridge of her nose. "And I was just about to ask if you two sisters would be willing to be a little more open with someone more of your 'kind', but I see we're at an impasse here." She focuses her faintly-glowing blue eyes down on the Pharaoh that steps up, and lowers the aim of her flamethrower aside: away from the horde. Then Nyo speaks. She nods in agreement with him! "Yes, as much as some of my fellows here are varying stages of 'friendly', some of us aren't itching for a fight, and can restrain the wilier of us if need be. If you'd do the same."
Fenris is completely clueless. The big guy does not even seem to know that flirting/seduction is happening. "I'm not much of a matchmaker," the tanuki says pleasantly, "But that pharaoh fellow seems like the strong, forceful type! Maybe you could try him? What exactly are you looking for?"
Zophah shakes her head trying to clear her thoughts, dismissing her illusions again. she then takes a deep breath and smooths out her tail feathers. "Sorry. I got carried away with showing off. She then collects herself and steps back to let the real speakers do a much better job than she can.
With Redd's irritated tone, the vampire, does back away. Listening to Nyo the rest relax, though only slightly. Many look more ready to jump in, fangs bared, hands ready. The swishing of succubi tails, and the fluttering of wings. Fenris' comments get a chuckle, and the pair back away a bit, though look to Astara, that is until the Pheroah who stepped up continues, "Now! We wish to pass to the shine to the south, to learn of this... Court of Love we have heard agents speak of. We may bring the message back to others who would rather spend time... taking what they want from others than talking, though... perhaps their wa-" and as he continues to move forward, he slips, a rather large 'damp' spot upon the ground, the leftovers of some other feral 'relieving' themselves. Falling into the puddle, the rather strong looking mutant beings to lift himself up as a great deal of those behind him begin to snicker and chortle.
Redd offers the pharaoh a hand up, kneeling to give better leverage. "As I said, nobody has to get hurt. May we ask you to return to the court tomorrow? There's some scientist sorts doing some work there right now, they should be done by morning, I think." The revolver is holstered, in an attempt to show there's no ill will.
Fenris is nearly as confused as he is confusing. "So. . ." the chubby coon dog starts, "All the. . . um. . . Denizens of the graveyard have decided that they need Cupid's help?" He produces a packet of pre-packed cookies and tosses one into his mouth before offering the bag absently to one of his succubus admirers. "Why not just have a monster mash or whatever back home? Seems like less trouble than doing the whole Thriller routine." Sometimes, it is infuriating the way the only memories Fenris has pre-p-day are of films, books, and music.
Nyo listens to the Pharoah's side of things, glancing towards the others with the considration of what he says. After a moment's thought, he sends another message to the others, saying that it doesn't sound like a bad thing to let them, as long as they don't interfere with the tree. When the imposing figure slips in the puddly, Nyo almost bursts out laughing, but manages to keep it suppressed. "Umm..." he starts, looking over towards Redd. "Yes, exactly. And if it helps, I would be happy to return to you after they've finished, to let you know when they're done." he offers, even adding in a small bow.
Astara blinks several times with the unexpected bumbling of what otherwise seemed to be a competent leader. Thankfully, Redd takes on the situation tactfully enough, allowing her to recover from her befuddlement. "Their safety is paramount to us, and it's important they are not disturbed during their work; but so this is not one-sided, is there anything I - or any of us - can do for you in the meantime?"
Zophah thinks for a second. "If you want to know about Eros and the Court of Love, I can get some information on it for you. It will take some time, but then you can take it back with you."
With Redd's assistance, the fallen leader of the assembled Pharoahs gets back to his feel, cringing at himself and what he had fallen into. He looks to Fenris, to Redd, and around to Nyo, Astara, everyone assembled there. Then looks to the others, "What say you Millie, Mandy? And you Alucard?" The twin succubi look to each other with a smile, though the vampire just hisses a moment. With a smile the succubi nod. "Very well. We can come to an agreement. You will bring to us this Court of Love's power, there are a few among us who wish to understand it. In exchange we will... return, for now. But cross us... and you will join us." He says, turning away from the agents. A few look ever more angry but he holds up his hands! "These agents will not be harming us, instead, they will bring to us what we wish to have! We will wait back in our homes for them." He says, though... the two succubi look over to Fenris, "Humm... or maybe he'd like to sweeten the deal...?" One starts, "... come back with us for the night, it is so cold in our tomb..." the other continues, then, together, "You could keep us warm."
Fenris is without guile and largely without fear. "Sure!" he says pleasantly, "We can make a fire and I have everything we need for tea! Except a teapot. And cups. But we can figure something out! I'm sure we can make it work." The tubby tanuki grins around.
Astara snickers at Fenris' reply to to the succubi, and flies up a little closer to them. "Not gonna try and sex up another succubus, huh? How disapointing~" She rubs a hand over her package, plainly obvious beneath her jumpsuit. Astara follows it up with a wink, before turning herself around, looking at the rest of the group. "So, shall we go see what our oh-so-sociable scientists are up to back at the Court? Hopefully they're as successful as we are."
Zophah thinks through the books she knows... what files she'll have to copy... the notebooks she'll have to requisition... "I'll bring what I can." She says to the lead pharoah, taking out a notepad to remind herself everything she'll need. "Might as well watch what the RSX are doing for my own research."
Nyo lets out a sigh of relief as he hears the deal succeed, sheathing his sword and placing that paw above the swell of his chest now that he can relax. "There will be no crossing, I assure you." he says as they turn to leave, though he widens his eyes as he watches Fenris go with them, thinking he's blissfuly unaware of what they might expect from him. Shaking his head, he turns to the others, smiling nervously. "That went well... I feel good about this." he says to them, starting to walk his way back towards the court, nodding to Astara. "I'm going to see if I can help them. If not, I'll find something else to do. I promised to go tell them when it was over, afterall..."
The coyote turns to Zophah. "I'mma hold you to helping them out, you know." Redd then pats Fenris on the back. "Enjoy yourself now, I'm sure you'll figure something out for the tea. And I'm sure they'd love more company, you know." He grins at Astara, before starting his walk back towards the little shrine.
Having set her somewhat sticky trap for any aggressor who may slip past, the cloaked mutant turns around to see the scene breaking up with relative civility. With some of the other agents headed her way she quickly scrawls out, " !?!?!?!? ", before gesturing that they should follow a path directly behind her.
On the way back to the shrine itself, a MASSIVE flash of light, and a glowing... warm feeling. Like a field in spring, or as if a small warm fire had been lit in everyone's chest. For a moment, each of the agents feel more... attached to the other, as if each were suddenly more important, more kin-like, and, slightly more attractive. As the flash of light dies back down though, the feelings subside, leaving only a slight... almost otherworldly tingling that feels like fur or hair standing on edge. Though, the researchers themselves seem quite a bit more jovial than before! Anistia even bounces over, ears perked and tail held up, "Hi there! I take it it went well, we are learning so much here ourselves. It seems some kind of energy is coming directly from the fountains themselves, that is what is keeping the grass green and the trees with their leaves, or so we think so far. We're still looking it over." She smiles a bit as Biggs and Wedge walk over, taking their hands, "And... once we're done for the night, Biggs, Wedge, and I have been talking about... well... getting on with a family of our own. I never really noticed how much I just... love these two! We've worked together in a lot of projects... how could not have noticed how bright Biggs' smile is, or how funny Wedge is before!?"
"Are you feeling alright ma'am?" Redd asks, looking a bit concerned. "Maybe it's just me, but you seem to be a bit, well, different from earlier."
Nyo looks at Lynnie's notepad, giving her a sympathetic look. Suddenly though, that flash of light spreads through the area, catching him off-guard. Looking at the others once by one, he smiles, feeling like they worked together well to reach a positive outcome, before turning back to Lynnie. "Well... We just barely managed to negotiate peace. Sorry if all that work goes to waste. But you did a good job, and it was the right call." he says, holding up a paw to offer Lynnie a high-five. Even as he does, he looks over towards the partial kangaroo, tilting his head. With a growing smile, he nods to her. "That would be a great idea, miss."
Zophah keeps to the side of the group as everyone returns, suddenly aware again of her 'needs' now that adrenaline isn't pumping though her system. And it gets harder with supernatual love being broadcast for a brief second. With this in mind, Zophah just tries not to make eye contact with anyone for the rest of the night. "I-I think I'll j-just be going-g then. Don't-t w-want to get in-n the way." Her scent is unmistakeable for those who can smell it, and she doesn't want to bother anyone here with it, so she heads home where her mate can hopefully help with it.
Astara touches down near Lynnie, giving her a big hug, and a kiss! She just can't help but to after whatever-the-hell that was! "Lynnie! A success, we managed to convince them to be friendly." After she notices the 'changes' in the RSX researchers, she walks up besides Redd afterwards "I... can't tell if this is an improvement for her or not. Least she isn't as much of a tight-ass as before, but..."
The succubus picks up on Zophah's scent, blushing a bit herself. After all is done, she soars off, following the trail... her jumpsuit is a little damp and tighter fitting in places.
Anistia giggles a bit, "Yes, Redd, of course I'm feeling fine, never better really. I... it feels like a weight was lifted out of my chest and in its place something so much better! Thanks, but we have a lot of work to get done before we pack up, though we'll have to continue this later this week as well. No way we are getting everything done tonight and getting wedding plans done too!" She says, leaning over to kiss Biggs and then Wedge before the trio starts back to their work.
