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−	<div></div>	+	<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.

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Revision as of 05:27, 4 December 2013

Participants

• Alkain
• Chance
• Cookies
• Dio
• Fenris
• Saviante
• Vath
• Winter

Date

3/12/2013

Log

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.