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| − | <div></div><br> <br>The Chemical factory stands silent, its shadow looming over its neighbors like a shroud. It was worn down, cracks visible in the concrete walls, the doors rusting on their hinges as they creak in the light wind. The place almost completly silent, except for the low hum of machinery working away in the factory itself.<br> <br>Arriving on foot and staying a building away in case stealth is required, Alkain checks his equipment to make sure everything is shipshape before he looks around quietly, "Well, this'll be fun." as he waits for others to arrive<br> <br>Winter never was much for subtlety. The heavy sound of wingbeats can be heard as the succubus touches down, folding her large wings behind her back. She cranes her neck and stretches her arms over her head as she looks around at the agents gathered. "Well well! Shouldn't this be fun?" she almost purrs.<br> <br>Fenris clops up, adjusting his coat. It doesn't seem to be meant for a taur form. Oh well. His outline blurs momentarily, as if he had suddenly gone out of focus on a television screen. Then he snaps back into focus in his normal tiger form. He nods to the other agents gathered in front of the chemical plant.<br> <br>Arriving with her weapon already drawn, Savi casually slithers up to the gathering group. Eyeing the building, and the group, for a moment through her goggled vision the vicious plant raises her heavilly bladed canon and powers it up with a sharp humm. "So, block the doors, set it on fire and call it a job well done?" her whisper soft voice making the comment unreadable. Possibly serious, but not really decidable one way or anoother. "Or do we do this the hard way?"<br> <br>A form detatches itself from the shadows near the edge of the building, revealing itself to be a Fennec as it makes its way towards the group. He was wearing what looked to be grey fatigues with a sniper rifle. "Guess Zeyphr sent you guys?" The scout asks as he lifts his goggles from his eyes.<br> <br>Alkain peers at the chemical factory and frowns before he looks to the others who arrived, "Possibly..." to Winter then he nods to Fenris in greeting, "Hey there." when Savi speaks though he sighs and shakes his head, "That would likely get us in a loooot of trouble." he blinks at the fennec and peers suspisciously at him, "Who are you?"<br> <br>Winter looks at the plant-girl and shakes her head "I think blowing it up would be a bad idea. Zephyr probably makes more money with it intact rather then in small bits all over the town. Well, that and it's probably pretty volatile as it is.."<br> <br>Fenris raises an eyebrow at the fennec. "I don't think I've seen you around before," he says, "but yes, I'm here to help. Name's Fenris." He turns to Savi, "and while that would certainly be effective," he smiles, hoping that the mad little plant was joking, "I don't think our employers or the city would thank us for the fallout."<br> <br>With a shrug Savi looks over to the new arrival. Mumbling only to herself she adds, "Would be great salvage.." before dropping the idea and reslinging her weapon ver her shoulder. "Savi assumes you are asome sort of inside contact, yes? The one who tells us who we break?" Slithering forward towards the Fennic the creepy plant motions her hands forward. "We are about to get into a lot of serious fights, the faster you explain the sooner all this little nastiness wi be over."<br> <br>Late! Late late late... While Dio would've loved to have kept up his wonderful trip to dreamland in an expertly executed cat nap, duty calls for those who wish to make a little more cash and shut down what could be a hazard within the wastelands. God knows there's already a lot of those. The lioness jogs her way down to the others, shotgun jingling across her back along with a few grenades or two upon the inside of her coat. Always be prepared they say, a pat to the thick armor under her coat would hopefully help in the long run. "Greetings," she says, running up towards the scout and the others that have gathered. "Excuse my timing. I hope I haven't missed the briefing."<br> <br>Chance skitters up he had left on time, he was positive of that, but he had forgotten to add on the extra time for running in his now short form, he sprints that last distance, drawing his sawed-off as he nears the area, "S-sorry all, forgot how short my legs got." He pants as he catches his breath, "Heards something about maybe needing to sneak, and figured I'd be a shoe in." He looks aroud at the others, holding his sawed-off beamgun ready, laser pistol at his hip, and a moderately oversized bat on his back. He nods to Dio, glad not to be the only late runner "Evening dio."<br> <br>"Who me? I'm the guy that's been scoping this place out for you guys." The Fennec comments back, eyeing Alkain up a bit. "Names Mike, as for what you need to know. These guys are small time but I don't think they are push overs. Making the stuff out on the factory floor." He points towards the rusting door. "That's the nearest entrance you got, just be careful. Looks like they got hostages or something." He shrugs a bit. Not his job, not his problem.<br> <br>Alkain nods to Winter in agreement at that, then looks to the others as they talk to the fennec, "Ah, sorry... Can't be too careful you know." he looks to Dio curiously and blinks a bit before giving a sniff in her direction, "... Dio?" he looks confused but shrugs it off before looking to Chance with a nod, "It happens these days..." then turning back to Mike, "Alright, what about a back entrance? I'm Alkain by the way."<br> <br>Jingle jangle jingle. Oh, good lord no. The infamous catgirl, Cookies, happily bounds up to the chemical plant, jingling like a little noise factory, a brand-new bulge in the front of her skirt. She looks excited about something- err, something else, anyway. "Gonna kick me some buuutts," she sings out cheerfully as she waltzes straight up to the front door, waving to the others as she goes, jinglejangle. "Yes'm I'mma kickmesomebutts, butts I will kick!" She looks up at the crappy, rusty door and places her hands against it gently. This simply won't do. She concentrates hard for a moment, then with the brief creaking sound of metal being twisted and bent, she... repairs the front door's hinges in a matter of moments, shifting it all back in shape. It's back in basically working order, though that says nothing for its overall condition- still rusty, still crappy, but working! She gently pushes it open and steps inside without really even a second thought. Trapped doors? Never heard of 'em.<br> <br>Winter laughs and flexes her hands, extending her long, sharp, black claws. "I like you, cat girl.." she says, taking a brief moment to look over the little task force. Seems everyone was definetly armed to the teeth. Taking an extra second to wink at the lioness, Winter follows Cookies through the door, having to duck under the doorway to avoid hitting her head as she disapears into the darkness. Although she's not terribly difficult to spot in the dark, given her runes glow of their own strange light.<br> <br>With a sigh Savi grumbles. "Well this makes thing simpler." Deciding stealth is not really an option anymore, the plant casually follows the deranged feline mayor machine of destruction and fun, the most really really sociopath she knows, into the inevitabe chaos that is sure to come. "Cheer up everyone, this could be fun." Deciding to raise her voice she announces tot he fun loving one charging ahead something she hopes is heard. "They have hostages Cookies, try not to shoot them in the face." wit this she tries to be at least a little stealthy knowing Cooks is nothing f not an exceptional distraction. | + | <div></div><br> <br>The Chemical factory stands silent, its shadow looming over its neighbors like a shroud. It was worn down, cracks visible in the concrete walls, the doors rusting on their hinges as they creak in the light wind. The place almost completly silent, except for the low hum of machinery working away in the factory itself.<br> <br>Arriving on foot and staying a building away in case stealth is required, Alkain checks his equipment to make sure everything is shipshape before he looks around quietly, "Well, this'll be fun." as he waits for others to arrive<br> <br>Winter never was much for subtlety. The heavy sound of wingbeats can be heard as the succubus touches down, folding her large wings behind her back. She cranes her neck and stretches her arms over her head as she looks around at the agents gathered. "Well well! Shouldn't this be fun?" she almost purrs.<br> <br>Fenris clops up, adjusting his coat. It doesn't seem to be meant for a taur form. Oh well. His outline blurs momentarily, as if he had suddenly gone out of focus on a television screen. Then he snaps back into focus in his normal tiger form. He nods to the other agents gathered in front of the chemical plant.<br> <br>Arriving with her weapon already drawn, Savi casually slithers up to the gathering group. Eyeing the building, and the group, for a moment through her goggled vision the vicious plant raises her heavilly bladed canon and powers it up with a sharp humm. "So, block the doors, set it on fire and call it a job well done?" her whisper soft voice making the comment unreadable. Possibly serious, but not really decidable one way or anoother. "Or do we do this the hard way?"<br> <br>A form detatches itself from the shadows near the edge of the building, revealing itself to be a Fennec as it makes its way towards the group. He was wearing what looked to be grey fatigues with a sniper rifle. "Guess Zeyphr sent you guys?" The scout asks as he lifts his goggles from his eyes.<br> <br>Alkain peers at the chemical factory and frowns before he looks to the others who arrived, "Possibly..." to Winter then he nods to Fenris in greeting, "Hey there." when Savi speaks though he sighs and shakes his head, "That would likely get us in a loooot of trouble." he blinks at the fennec and peers suspisciously at him, "Who are you?"<br> <br>Winter looks at the plant-girl and shakes her head "I think blowing it up would be a bad idea. Zephyr probably makes more money with it intact rather then in small bits all over the town. Well, that and it's probably pretty volatile as it is.."<br> <br>Fenris raises an eyebrow at the fennec. "I don't think I've seen you around before," he says, "but yes, I'm here to help. Name's Fenris." He turns to Savi, "and while that would certainly be effective," he smiles, hoping that the mad little plant was joking, "I don't think our employers or the city would thank us for the fallout."<br> <br>With a shrug Savi looks over to the new arrival. Mumbling only to herself she adds, "Would be great salvage.." before dropping the idea and reslinging her weapon ver her shoulder. "Savi assumes you are asome sort of inside contact, yes? The one who tells us who we break?" Slithering forward towards the Fennic the creepy plant motions her hands forward. "We are about to get into a lot of serious fights, the faster you explain the sooner all this little nastiness wi be over."<br> <br>Late! Late late late... While Dio would've loved to have kept up his wonderful trip to dreamland in an expertly executed cat nap, duty calls for those who wish to make a little more cash and shut down what could be a hazard within the wastelands. God knows there's already a lot of those. The lioness jogs her way down to the others, shotgun jingling across her back along with a few grenades or two upon the inside of her coat. Always be prepared they say, a pat to the thick armor under her coat would hopefully help in the long run. "Greetings," she says, running up towards the scout and the others that have gathered. "Excuse my timing. I hope I haven't missed the briefing."<br> <br>Chance skitters up he had left on time, he was positive of that, but he had forgotten to add on the extra time for running in his now short form, he sprints that last distance, drawing his sawed-off as he nears the area, "S-sorry all, forgot how short my legs got." He pants as he catches his breath, "Heards something about maybe needing to sneak, and figured I'd be a shoe in." He looks aroud at the others, holding his sawed-off beamgun ready, laser pistol at his hip, and a moderately oversized bat on his back. He nods to Dio, glad not to be the only late runner "Evening dio."<br> <br>"Who me? I'm the guy that's been scoping this place out for you guys." The Fennec comments back, eyeing Alkain up a bit. "Names Mike, as for what you need to know. These guys are small time but I don't think they are push overs. Making the stuff out on the factory floor." He points towards the rusting door. "That's the nearest entrance you got, just be careful. Looks like they got hostages or something." He shrugs a bit. Not his job, not his problem.<br> <br>Alkain nods to Winter in agreement at that, then looks to the others as they talk to the fennec, "Ah, sorry... Can't be too careful you know." he looks to Dio curiously and blinks a bit before giving a sniff in her direction, "... Dio?" he looks confused but shrugs it off before looking to Chance with a nod, "It happens these days..." then turning back to Mike, "Alright, what about a back entrance? I'm Alkain by the way."<br> <br>Jingle jangle jingle. Oh, good lord no. The infamous catgirl, Cookies, happily bounds up to the chemical plant, jingling like a little noise factory, a brand-new bulge in the front of her skirt. She looks excited about something- err, something else, anyway. "Gonna kick me some buuutts," she sings out cheerfully as she waltzes straight up to the front door, waving to the others as she goes, jinglejangle. "Yes'm I'mma kickmesomebutts, butts I will kick!" She looks up at the crappy, rusty door and places her hands against it gently. This simply won't do. She concentrates hard for a moment, then with the brief creaking sound of metal being twisted and bent, she... repairs the front door's hinges in a matter of moments, shifting it all back in shape. It's back in basically working order, though that says nothing for its overall condition- still rusty, still crappy, but working! She gently pushes it open and steps inside without really even a second thought. Trapped doors? Never heard of 'em.<br> <br>Winter laughs and flexes her hands, extending her long, sharp, black claws. "I like you, cat girl.." she says, taking a brief moment to look over the little task force. Seems everyone was definetly armed to the teeth. Taking an extra second to wink at the lioness, Winter follows Cookies through the door, having to duck under the doorway to avoid hitting her head as she disapears into the darkness. Although she's not terribly difficult to spot in the dark, given her runes glow of their own strange light.<br> <br>With a sigh Savi grumbles. "Well this makes thing simpler." Deciding stealth is not really an option anymore, the plant casually follows the deranged feline mayor machine of destruction and fun, the most really really sociopath she knows, into the inevitabe chaos that is sure to come. "Cheer up everyone, this could be fun." Deciding to raise her voice she announces tot he fun loving one charging ahead something she hopes is heard. "They have hostages Cookies, try not to shoot them in the face." wit this she tries to be at least a little stealthy knowing Cooks is nothing f not an exceptional distraction.<br> <br>"Looks like?" Dio reaches back and begins unstrapping her shotgun as she looks upon the scout with a raised eyebrow. "You've said that it's your duty to scope this place out. I was hoping for something a little more than 'looks like' for something so important." The lioness looks over to Alkain and nods with the shotgun finally within her hands and even shivers a bit when Winter winks at her. Darn succubus... And then those bells! Those awful bells and they're destination! She quickly runs up to Cookies and glares, but perhaps it would be a fine distraction for her to sneak inside. At the very least, she could cover the little cat girl and deploy a plan when needed. And so, she attempts to slip in unnoticed as silently as possible.<br> <br>Chance hostages, of course they had hostages, he frowns, and holsters his sawed-off and draws his laser pistol, mildly more silent and unobtrusive. Following behind the lionness and plant he stops himself from snarling at that cat, he wouldn't attack her no, but he does hope she gets shot, he was on the other side of the door she vaped. He sneaks on with the feline.<br> <br>"Hey, I did my job. Not my fault some idiots got caught and collared, probably pets by now or something." Mike shrugs, once again it wasn't his problem. Then the jingling starts, and he stares at Cookies with wide eyes. "Well, shit...So much for stealth." He slowly pulls his goggles down and gives Dio a wave. "Good luck!" Before he heads off into the street. |
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| + | The Inside wasn't any better, the door opening up to a darkened hallway. The only light coming from the cracks in the doorway at the end. The hum of the machines was getting louder, shouts could be heard as someone barks out orders.<br> <br>Alkain stares at Cookies incredulously and winces as shi starts into the factory, "Well... That sucks..." he looks to Dio and then to Mike with a sigh, "Oh well..." as he gets his Mauser out while he waits a minute then follows after the others, ducking into the building then attempting to sneak about despite his large size<br> <br>Cookies practically dances her way inside, making her bells jingle almost musically. Almost. She's all too satisfied to take point, skipping up to the next door, pressing her hands up against it and reforming it so the cracks seal up- not as tough as the rest of the door, but they at least look better. Brushing her hands off, she opens this next door, just another portal to another room that has more to fix fix fix! Jingle jangle. She whistles a little christmas tune to herself. Doesn't sound like any one in particular, just bits and pieces of old songs she barely remembers loosely scrambled together.<br> <br>Winter follows Cookies path of destruction. As she stops at the next door, the succubus looms behind her. "You know where you're going, Jingles?" she asks, flexing her hands again, ready to take on any opposition that might appear. Her chitinous plates seem to harden and gleam in the light as she prepares for combat.<br> <br>Savi comes to a complete stop at the outer door and looks in, seeing Cookies already barging through the inner door she shakes her head slowly and turns to Dio. "Go ahead, Savi will wait for the next lift." Looking up, for a monet she elects to go straight up the outer wall toward the nearest opening, barring that, the roof. Her tendrils not only grabbing and pulling, but sticking on their own to the surface of the building.<br> <br>Dio probably should've seen that coming, but she wasn't completely convinced that Cookies would actually sing and dance her way into what could possibly be a cross-fire, warzone, or who knows what the hell could be in there? But... it was his job to protect the cat girl, so... | ||
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| + | The lioness bites her lip and nods to Savi before pulling the shotgun to her shoulder and following after Cookies, putting a hand on her shoulder and aiming the barel right for her head. "Fuckin' slut!" She growls in a strange tone and accent, gripping into Cookies' shoulder. With a spit upon the ground, she looks towards the others in the room and spits on the ground. "Boss hired me fer a bit o' help. Ten kay creds fer roundin' up stupid bitches like this loopy one right 'ere. Can we go ahead an' take this slut somewhere where I don't have to hear these fuckin' bells?"<br> <br>Chance grits his teeth, his incisors bared, so much for stealth. Ah well, with luck no one will see the small rat after the jingling cat and glowing succubus. He nods at dio's act, and smirks "Aye, we're here ta collect our pay, could any of ya get us ta the boss."<br> <br>As soon as Cookies walks through the door all chatter stops. The first thing Anyone would notice would be the desk sitting not ten feet away from the group, the panther there staring in uttershock. | ||
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| + | "Who the fuck are these idiots?" Came a shout from up above, A Wolf growling as they look over the railings of the cat walk. Their voice breaks the confusion, about three other various people start walking towards the group. "The Boss hired you guys?" That definitly caused another pause and some confusion. | ||
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| + | If anyone were to look around they would notice a few vats full of a strange liquid being mixed around rather quickly. At least six forms laying in front of it, wearing collars around their throats as they moan.<br> <br>Up on the roof it's clear to see there is a second floor balcony, a door leading to the Catwalk where the Wolf stands. On the roof itself there are two large windows to let light in, Glass long gone from the pane.<br> <br>Alkain winces as he watches Cookies continue on and shakes his head with a frown, an idea comes to him as he concentrates a moment... His form becomes more and more insubstantial until it becomes nothing but his shadow, all scents from him fading and the sounds from his movements fading to nothing. He grins at the others, not that most of them can see it, and squeezes into the main area to examine the hostages<br> <br>Cookies beams a wide grin up at the new people! "Hiii," she nyas out with a vigorous, full-armed wave, and oh dear her top slips up over her heavy breasts, completely exposing them. She doesn't seem to notice, waving and purrring quietly. "I'm a fixer-upper! I fixed your doors! Can I fix some other stuff?!" She's all but bouncing in place, tail flicking about playfully behind her. She would be adorable were it not for the costume slip. Jingle, jangle. She seems totally oblivious to what Dio's up to, but at the same time she isn't exactly conflicting with it, and she certainly isn't lying- as far as she cares, she just wants to fix things, kick some peoples' butts and get outta there. Who were the people she was supposed to beat up, again?<br> <br>Winter steps through into the room proper, a bit unsure if she should act like a prisoner or not. Still, she makes no aggressive actions and simply looks around, somewhat pretending atleast to be "captured" by the lioness and the rat. The armoured succubus raises herself to her full height though, and with her natural heels, she most likely towers over anyone in the room. Noticing the wolf up on the balcony, she briefly considers simply flying up there and starting the fight but it might not be the best idea. So instead she simply tries to look as menacing as she can, making sure that anyone who's not oogling Cookies massive mammaries will keep their attention on her instead. She was pretty sure she could take a few shots if needed. | ||
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The Chemical factory stands silent, its shadow looming over its neighbors like a shroud. It was worn down, cracks visible in the concrete walls, the doors rusting on their hinges as they creak in the light wind. The place almost completly silent, except for the low hum of machinery working away in the factory itself.
Arriving on foot and staying a building away in case stealth is required, Alkain checks his equipment to make sure everything is shipshape before he looks around quietly, "Well, this'll be fun." as he waits for others to arrive
Winter never was much for subtlety. The heavy sound of wingbeats can be heard as the succubus touches down, folding her large wings behind her back. She cranes her neck and stretches her arms over her head as she looks around at the agents gathered. "Well well! Shouldn't this be fun?" she almost purrs.
Fenris clops up, adjusting his coat. It doesn't seem to be meant for a taur form. Oh well. His outline blurs momentarily, as if he had suddenly gone out of focus on a television screen. Then he snaps back into focus in his normal tiger form. He nods to the other agents gathered in front of the chemical plant.
Arriving with her weapon already drawn, Savi casually slithers up to the gathering group. Eyeing the building, and the group, for a moment through her goggled vision the vicious plant raises her heavilly bladed canon and powers it up with a sharp humm. "So, block the doors, set it on fire and call it a job well done?" her whisper soft voice making the comment unreadable. Possibly serious, but not really decidable one way or anoother. "Or do we do this the hard way?"
A form detatches itself from the shadows near the edge of the building, revealing itself to be a Fennec as it makes its way towards the group. He was wearing what looked to be grey fatigues with a sniper rifle. "Guess Zeyphr sent you guys?" The scout asks as he lifts his goggles from his eyes.
Alkain peers at the chemical factory and frowns before he looks to the others who arrived, "Possibly..." to Winter then he nods to Fenris in greeting, "Hey there." when Savi speaks though he sighs and shakes his head, "That would likely get us in a loooot of trouble." he blinks at the fennec and peers suspisciously at him, "Who are you?"
Winter looks at the plant-girl and shakes her head "I think blowing it up would be a bad idea. Zephyr probably makes more money with it intact rather then in small bits all over the town. Well, that and it's probably pretty volatile as it is.."
Fenris raises an eyebrow at the fennec. "I don't think I've seen you around before," he says, "but yes, I'm here to help. Name's Fenris." He turns to Savi, "and while that would certainly be effective," he smiles, hoping that the mad little plant was joking, "I don't think our employers or the city would thank us for the fallout."
With a shrug Savi looks over to the new arrival. Mumbling only to herself she adds, "Would be great salvage.." before dropping the idea and reslinging her weapon ver her shoulder. "Savi assumes you are asome sort of inside contact, yes? The one who tells us who we break?" Slithering forward towards the Fennic the creepy plant motions her hands forward. "We are about to get into a lot of serious fights, the faster you explain the sooner all this little nastiness wi be over."
Late! Late late late... While Dio would've loved to have kept up his wonderful trip to dreamland in an expertly executed cat nap, duty calls for those who wish to make a little more cash and shut down what could be a hazard within the wastelands. God knows there's already a lot of those. The lioness jogs her way down to the others, shotgun jingling across her back along with a few grenades or two upon the inside of her coat. Always be prepared they say, a pat to the thick armor under her coat would hopefully help in the long run. "Greetings," she says, running up towards the scout and the others that have gathered. "Excuse my timing. I hope I haven't missed the briefing."
Chance skitters up he had left on time, he was positive of that, but he had forgotten to add on the extra time for running in his now short form, he sprints that last distance, drawing his sawed-off as he nears the area, "S-sorry all, forgot how short my legs got." He pants as he catches his breath, "Heards something about maybe needing to sneak, and figured I'd be a shoe in." He looks aroud at the others, holding his sawed-off beamgun ready, laser pistol at his hip, and a moderately oversized bat on his back. He nods to Dio, glad not to be the only late runner "Evening dio."
"Who me? I'm the guy that's been scoping this place out for you guys." The Fennec comments back, eyeing Alkain up a bit. "Names Mike, as for what you need to know. These guys are small time but I don't think they are push overs. Making the stuff out on the factory floor." He points towards the rusting door. "That's the nearest entrance you got, just be careful. Looks like they got hostages or something." He shrugs a bit. Not his job, not his problem.
Alkain nods to Winter in agreement at that, then looks to the others as they talk to the fennec, "Ah, sorry... Can't be too careful you know." he looks to Dio curiously and blinks a bit before giving a sniff in her direction, "... Dio?" he looks confused but shrugs it off before looking to Chance with a nod, "It happens these days..." then turning back to Mike, "Alright, what about a back entrance? I'm Alkain by the way."
Jingle jangle jingle. Oh, good lord no. The infamous catgirl, Cookies, happily bounds up to the chemical plant, jingling like a little noise factory, a brand-new bulge in the front of her skirt. She looks excited about something- err, something else, anyway. "Gonna kick me some buuutts," she sings out cheerfully as she waltzes straight up to the front door, waving to the others as she goes, jinglejangle. "Yes'm I'mma kickmesomebutts, butts I will kick!" She looks up at the crappy, rusty door and places her hands against it gently. This simply won't do. She concentrates hard for a moment, then with the brief creaking sound of metal being twisted and bent, she... repairs the front door's hinges in a matter of moments, shifting it all back in shape. It's back in basically working order, though that says nothing for its overall condition- still rusty, still crappy, but working! She gently pushes it open and steps inside without really even a second thought. Trapped doors? Never heard of 'em.
Winter laughs and flexes her hands, extending her long, sharp, black claws. "I like you, cat girl.." she says, taking a brief moment to look over the little task force. Seems everyone was definetly armed to the teeth. Taking an extra second to wink at the lioness, Winter follows Cookies through the door, having to duck under the doorway to avoid hitting her head as she disapears into the darkness. Although she's not terribly difficult to spot in the dark, given her runes glow of their own strange light.
With a sigh Savi grumbles. "Well this makes thing simpler." Deciding stealth is not really an option anymore, the plant casually follows the deranged feline mayor machine of destruction and fun, the most really really sociopath she knows, into the inevitabe chaos that is sure to come. "Cheer up everyone, this could be fun." Deciding to raise her voice she announces tot he fun loving one charging ahead something she hopes is heard. "They have hostages Cookies, try not to shoot them in the face." wit this she tries to be at least a little stealthy knowing Cooks is nothing f not an exceptional distraction.
"Looks like?" Dio reaches back and begins unstrapping her shotgun as she looks upon the scout with a raised eyebrow. "You've said that it's your duty to scope this place out. I was hoping for something a little more than 'looks like' for something so important." The lioness looks over to Alkain and nods with the shotgun finally within her hands and even shivers a bit when Winter winks at her. Darn succubus... And then those bells! Those awful bells and they're destination! She quickly runs up to Cookies and glares, but perhaps it would be a fine distraction for her to sneak inside. At the very least, she could cover the little cat girl and deploy a plan when needed. And so, she attempts to slip in unnoticed as silently as possible.
Chance hostages, of course they had hostages, he frowns, and holsters his sawed-off and draws his laser pistol, mildly more silent and unobtrusive. Following behind the lionness and plant he stops himself from snarling at that cat, he wouldn't attack her no, but he does hope she gets shot, he was on the other side of the door she vaped. He sneaks on with the feline.
"Hey, I did my job. Not my fault some idiots got caught and collared, probably pets by now or something." Mike shrugs, once again it wasn't his problem. Then the jingling starts, and he stares at Cookies with wide eyes. "Well, shit...So much for stealth." He slowly pulls his goggles down and gives Dio a wave. "Good luck!" Before he heads off into the street.
The Inside wasn't any better, the door opening up to a darkened hallway. The only light coming from the cracks in the doorway at the end. The hum of the machines was getting louder, shouts could be heard as someone barks out orders.
Alkain stares at Cookies incredulously and winces as shi starts into the factory, "Well... That sucks..." he looks to Dio and then to Mike with a sigh, "Oh well..." as he gets his Mauser out while he waits a minute then follows after the others, ducking into the building then attempting to sneak about despite his large size
Cookies practically dances her way inside, making her bells jingle almost musically. Almost. She's all too satisfied to take point, skipping up to the next door, pressing her hands up against it and reforming it so the cracks seal up- not as tough as the rest of the door, but they at least look better. Brushing her hands off, she opens this next door, just another portal to another room that has more to fix fix fix! Jingle jangle. She whistles a little christmas tune to herself. Doesn't sound like any one in particular, just bits and pieces of old songs she barely remembers loosely scrambled together.
Winter follows Cookies path of destruction. As she stops at the next door, the succubus looms behind her. "You know where you're going, Jingles?" she asks, flexing her hands again, ready to take on any opposition that might appear. Her chitinous plates seem to harden and gleam in the light as she prepares for combat.
Savi comes to a complete stop at the outer door and looks in, seeing Cookies already barging through the inner door she shakes her head slowly and turns to Dio. "Go ahead, Savi will wait for the next lift." Looking up, for a monet she elects to go straight up the outer wall toward the nearest opening, barring that, the roof. Her tendrils not only grabbing and pulling, but sticking on their own to the surface of the building.
Dio probably should've seen that coming, but she wasn't completely convinced that Cookies would actually sing and dance her way into what could possibly be a cross-fire, warzone, or who knows what the hell could be in there? But... it was his job to protect the cat girl, so...
The lioness bites her lip and nods to Savi before pulling the shotgun to her shoulder and following after Cookies, putting a hand on her shoulder and aiming the barel right for her head. "Fuckin' slut!" She growls in a strange tone and accent, gripping into Cookies' shoulder. With a spit upon the ground, she looks towards the others in the room and spits on the ground. "Boss hired me fer a bit o' help. Ten kay creds fer roundin' up stupid bitches like this loopy one right 'ere. Can we go ahead an' take this slut somewhere where I don't have to hear these fuckin' bells?"
Chance grits his teeth, his incisors bared, so much for stealth. Ah well, with luck no one will see the small rat after the jingling cat and glowing succubus. He nods at dio's act, and smirks "Aye, we're here ta collect our pay, could any of ya get us ta the boss."
As soon as Cookies walks through the door all chatter stops. The first thing Anyone would notice would be the desk sitting not ten feet away from the group, the panther there staring in uttershock.
"Who the fuck are these idiots?" Came a shout from up above, A Wolf growling as they look over the railings of the cat walk. Their voice breaks the confusion, about three other various people start walking towards the group. "The Boss hired you guys?" That definitly caused another pause and some confusion.
If anyone were to look around they would notice a few vats full of a strange liquid being mixed around rather quickly. At least six forms laying in front of it, wearing collars around their throats as they moan.
Up on the roof it's clear to see there is a second floor balcony, a door leading to the Catwalk where the Wolf stands. On the roof itself there are two large windows to let light in, Glass long gone from the pane.
Alkain winces as he watches Cookies continue on and shakes his head with a frown, an idea comes to him as he concentrates a moment... His form becomes more and more insubstantial until it becomes nothing but his shadow, all scents from him fading and the sounds from his movements fading to nothing. He grins at the others, not that most of them can see it, and squeezes into the main area to examine the hostages
Cookies beams a wide grin up at the new people! "Hiii," she nyas out with a vigorous, full-armed wave, and oh dear her top slips up over her heavy breasts, completely exposing them. She doesn't seem to notice, waving and purrring quietly. "I'm a fixer-upper! I fixed your doors! Can I fix some other stuff?!" She's all but bouncing in place, tail flicking about playfully behind her. She would be adorable were it not for the costume slip. Jingle, jangle. She seems totally oblivious to what Dio's up to, but at the same time she isn't exactly conflicting with it, and she certainly isn't lying- as far as she cares, she just wants to fix things, kick some peoples' butts and get outta there. Who were the people she was supposed to beat up, again?
Winter steps through into the room proper, a bit unsure if she should act like a prisoner or not. Still, she makes no aggressive actions and simply looks around, somewhat pretending atleast to be "captured" by the lioness and the rat. The armoured succubus raises herself to her full height though, and with her natural heels, she most likely towers over anyone in the room. Noticing the wolf up on the balcony, she briefly considers simply flying up there and starting the fight but it might not be the best idea. So instead she simply tries to look as menacing as she can, making sure that anyone who's not oogling Cookies massive mammaries will keep their attention on her instead. She was pretty sure she could take a few shots if needed.
