Business Deals - RPLOG

Participants

• Aimee
• Anbessa
• Angus
• Cookies
• Dio
• Miora
• Saviante

Date

25/8/2013

Log

It is the dead of night, and what a day it was. Agents were being praised for successfully bringing in a Collie Feral who could bake, and bringing down a group of vagrents who were causing trouble all around the city. That is until a general alert sounds, one of those things that happen, just meant an agent was over their head and needed an extraction. All around nothing too bad until... the extraction team comes back without the Husky in question. Lots of murmering and then, over the COMM a request for experienced agents to assist on of their own!! Out at the Highway, a group of Highway Mice much more powerful then any they have seen before have not incapactiated the agent, but instead taken her captive, and were more then capable of fighting off their basic extraction teams! Anyone willing to take up the call should head to the west side of the highway, under the bridge to assist.

Those who take the call find the region is teaming with the mice, though they seem to make no move against them, yet. It is cold, the dead of the night, about 0212. This far out and under the remaining structures, COMMS are hazy at best, and mutant capacities seem muted slightly. A few barrels with burning trash and other refuse keep the mice themselves warm.

Cookies was feeling like a complete and total badass. She helped punch out a burning bird and then she scared and then beat the bejesus out of a bunch of uppity ferals. When she hears the call for assistance, she can't help but worry about that dumb husky she saw earlier who'd been such a help. Sure, there could be any number of huskies that could be, and it was just a feral after all, but if something happened to /that/ husky and she didn't answer the call, she'd not feel terribly good about herself, feral or not. It was an honor thing! You watch the back of the people who watch your back. So, radio pack slung over her shoulder and pry bar in hand, still clad in her crappy 80s action flick hero outfit from earlier- black leather jacket, jeans and a that blazing red headband- she prepared to enter the fray for the third time today. This would be less easy, she could tell from the goddamned terrifying number of mice around as she approached the bridge.

Another mission? So soon? Dio rolled out of bed and gave his wife a good kiss on the cheek before gather up his shotgun, loading it up with typical twelve gauge shells, and set-out for the sight in question. A slight chill ran down his spine, not too big a fan of cold weather, or being slightly outside of bubble for that matter. Not too long after Cookies arrives, the semi-formally dressed lion strolls up to the bridge and observes the feline's new attire. "Quite an interesting set you're wearing ma'am," he chuckles softly as he looks upon the large number of mice. Cat and mice... Oh my.

Savi is still flying high of the bravado rush from the most recent encounter of her patrol. Unknowingly mimicing someones eles thoughts when the report comes in. "Puppy?" she whispers softly to herself as she begins bounding across the landscape as fast as her vines can take her. Arriving last Savi see's someone she knows and someone she doesn't, fifty/fifty, great odds. Odds for what she isn't sure. As she is about to ponder what she is adding up reality snaps back in and the tiny female views the landscape sourly. "Whats the overall situation." she says to the people she assumes are here to help the weak. "and then just tell me who I'm supposed to eat first."

The husky would of already headed out after her daughter, it getting late and no one had seen her. She didn't know where she was till a distress call went out. Making her give a smal sigh and whimper, her daughter having gone too far from home. She rushes back to her home, grabbing her medkit and Anbessa before rushing out the door, not doughting he has gotten the report that Aimee was lost and in trouble. Quickly heading in the direction of the call, Anbessa in tow behind her.

Anbessa watches behind Miora as the large Talakai stays at her tail, him looking ahead of them as his footpaw's clawclacks are faintly heard down a few streets. Though the man doesn't seem to be wanting to be sneaky, but he seems to be paniced to hear that Miora's daughter got lost. The city ain't safe for a girl like her! The Talakai's red leather and beatifully etched waraxe clinks a bit on his back as he follows after his husky mate, faintly paniced to rescue one of his own family.

The more people who arrive the more the mice seem to get on edge, eventually all of them scurrying away deeper under the bridge. There is no natrual light that reaches under there, total darkness, but, with the keen hearing of mutation, everyone around can hear some soft whining, the rattling of thick chains, followed by a softly whimpered, "Collie Mommy... Husky Dad.." interupted by a very loud slap from the Darkness, and another soft whine. Besides that and the chittering of the mice, all is silent.

Cookies runs right up to Dio when she sees him and gives him a big dumb hug as usual. "Hi again, Dio! Oh, erm... Don't mind the outfit, I was just sorting out some business earlier," she purrrs out nonchalantly. She peers over at Savi and gives her a wave, then flinches slightly at the sound of the whimpering and following slap. Yep, that was the husky. "You know almost as much as I do, but from the sound of it," she nods towards the noises, "Our mutual husky friend is in distress!" She shrugs her shoulders a bit, stretching out. Hmm. Her muscles feel awfully sore now that she's out here... "Oh, and this is my lion, Dio," she mentions to the plant. Wait, /her/ lion?

Savi snarls in a very plantlike fashion. Fumbling on her belt for her weapon she starts to move forward. "They hit puppy!" she squeaks, her tiny voice rising to an almost inaudable whimper. turning towards the others then quickly turning back over and over for a moment, maybe two, savi shakes her head viciously, trying to physically clear the anger that has her mind wrapped in talons of flame and light. Angered nearly to the point of inaction something in the little flower snaps almost with an actual sound. Movement stopping she pulls a metal tube off her belt and, with no more wasted time, straight toward the nearest hole, meaning to follow the rats straight in, and through.

"Ah yes, of course. Business is what I usually call it," Dio chuckles, taking a moment to hug the feline in return. However, he quickly breaks away from the embrace after hearing a solid slap and a whine. Certainly does sounds like a husky. The lion checks over his shotgun and turns off the safety before taking a peek at the bridge where the sound originated. "Violence against a lady! I can never stand for such an awful act. But..." He begins to think about the sheer number of mice down there. While he did have some good firepower for close quarters... "We certainly got to get down there, but rushing in may make matters worse. We must think rationally, as we're dealing with a hostage situation. Don't want them to get scared and kill our husky friend. Perhaps we should stack on the door and lure some out for information."

Miora arrived at teh entrance, looking to the others too, although at the sound she paused and growled, ehr fur standing up and her eyes glowing a bit. That definetly pissed her off. Although she nodded at Dio, rather not having her daughter harmed. With a small exhale and a bit of calming down she focused, her hand glowing and a small sphere appearing in it, a second sphere appearing over her head that glowed bright enough to illuminate the room. The illusionary light bright enough to allow everyone to see wall to wall.

Anbessa looks around towards the rest of the people before he looks towards the entrance, his eyes lingering upon the familiar Lion... Though he pauses and goes stiff as he hears the whimpering and slap, his eye twitching for a moment as he takes a ominous step forward... Though his ear flicks as he hears Dio's plan, him looking towards him before he looks back towards the bridge with a huff... Either way, part of him wants to make sure these vermin know that was a VERY poor choice. With a paw reaching up to grip the red leather handle of his Waraxe, he hefts it up and over his shoulder, letting a small glint from the remaining sunlight in the sky shine off the dark, stylised yet clean steel as he officially has it at the ready. The large Talakai's paws grip the heavy weapon as if he won't take much time to get to swinging, a almost demonic death glare sent in towards the Darkness... At least until Miora illuminates it a bit better, him blinking before he looks down from the light and into the former darkness.

Angus had heard that a husky needed help, so he waisted no time in finding the party. He was walking up to the group, about to greet them with some silly remark. When the whimper and then the slap cause his ears to flick, and he loses his happy mood. His gaze turns cold, eyes glowing a slight golden color as Biomass falls from his arm and pools on the ground. Forming into a finger that he controled as he steps up beside Anbessa and glares into the darkness. He draws his hammer, the finger pulling out its revolver and unsheathing its tomahawk in it's free hand as Angus bares his fangs as he stares into the darkness.

The area lighting up and most of the mice and rats scatter before the sudden change, but, near one of the pillars holding up the bridge is a blue husky, tall, and very very boxum. Standing around her are four monstosities of the nanite plague, cocks as long as legs, massive balls that make watermellons look like apples, and each with two breasts that nearly rival the husky chained up to the pillar. A few drops of blood fall from her muzzle before the nanites can seal the wound, "Shut up, soon we will start your training, got a nice looking ass back there, but these breasts are what will make you really fun to fuck silly." Says one of them, blinking in the light, "Hey Sue, find out what is going on, Marten, get our.. friends back over here." Says one of the more rough looking rats. One of them, must be Sue, walks up to the group while Marton gives a loud whistle and the mice and smaller rats come back under the bridge. Sue looks everyone over, "Oh? Come to join us? Will you be a willing convert or do we need to get.. messy?" she...shi.. he? While it has breasts, there is no smell of feminity coming from her, but there is a LOT of musk, a smell that plays with the mind and the body exhuting from hir. The constant motion of the rats and mice makes it almost impossible to count exactly how many have congregated under this expansive bridge, but all seem to be either fucking, getting ready to fuck, or eyeing their newest prise, Aimee.

Cookies's head reels back slightly at Sue. Something was distinctly off about this individual but precisely what eluded her. She cautiously steps forwards- only enough to put her in front of everyone else, of course, wouldn't want to get too near a hostile feral, not that they weren't all but surrounded by the skittering things anyway. "We want one thing, and that is the husky," she says with a grrrowling tone. "Let's skip to the chase. You fuck with us, I assure you we are /all/ going to suffer," she says with a very confident tone but a distinct lack of evidence, "But that being said, I believe we're willing to... negotiate. Briefly. Are you game or do we do this the hard way?" Sheesh, she's playing hardball today.

STanding just a few feet behind Cookies Saviante turns on her sword, it's light addind to the new illumination. "I'm tired." the minute plant girl says suddenly. "I don't want to do this again." looking at the ground for a few moments she looks at the giant mutants. "If you make me have to fight, I promise I will leave you alive." Raising into the air, lifted by her vines the, now roughly five-foot-tall light wilding plant glares with more venom than normally drips from her talons. "You will beg to die, but you wont. Make your next decision slowly and wisely, for today is the day your life may change forever."

This awful female abuse! Even rape, one of the things Dio could never stand for were going on only yards before him. The lion takes a few deep breaths after giving a nod to the new arrivals and lowers his shotgun. As the mouse approaches the group, he straightens up his suit coat. Time to go back to New Orleans, so to speak. "Yo, we're here fer th- Hey hey now!" A strange deviation from his traditional style of speak. Much more twangy, less refined. As Cookies does a bit of an outburst, the lion lightly taps her on the side with his shotgun and snorts at Saviante. "You gotta excuse my bitches here. You can know perfectly well that they'll be gettin' theirs tonight if ya know what I mean," he chuckles like a some sort of disgusting criminal. "But as you can tell, my two guards here are fuckin' off their rocker and are true to their word. I've seen 'em tear through fuckin' trucks the last time some guy didn't pay us."

"An' these shits," he points back towards the group, "Are the rest of my group. Fluffy man's my manager, husky bitch is well... My bitch, and coyote is my ace. Ya don't wanna mess with him. But let's get down to business." With a crack of his hands and a straightening of his suit, he looks towards Sue like the Devil with a contract. "We hear ya got a good bitch down there. An we want it. Fer a good price of sorts. In fact... I'm willing to put the minimum offer at... eight-hundred thousand freecred? An' maybe a little salvage to boot. We run a good operation here, and that husky would go quite well with us. With that money, I'm sure you can really amp up yer group here."

Miora was about to speak and even perhaps throw around some rather powerful illusions at the their comments but pauses, barely, at the toehrs who spoke befor ehr. Doing her best to keep her mouth shut and her nanites undercontrol. Her fists clenched and her fur around her neck rather fluffed up, like a canines when their pissed, even if she only had her medkit with her, she wasn not someone to mess with lightly. Staying quiet for now and waiting to see what happens.

Anbessa's paws grip at the red leathered Waraxe as he watches the crowd, him looking towards Savi with a smile for a moment... Though his attention is quickly taken by the Lion's words, him blinking for a moment, then looking towards him as the Talakai's waraxe visibly droops in his paws. "... You sure, boss?" His tone of voice is different to those who have heard em', though anyone who is very perceptive may sense the note of confusion in his tone. With him looking towards the many rats for a moment before looking back to Dio, he seems to be going with Dio's bluff, him standing tall and letting his Waraxe rest atop of his shoulder as if he really was waiting to see if this deal was gonna go through. Though he lets one of his paws give Miora a few gentle, comforting pettings, a soft 'sorry' whispered towards the busty husky as he smiles towards the Rats, hoping they go for it.

Angus looks towards the group as they start dealing out threats, then Dio starts speaking....and calls him an ace. Intresting, turning his gaze back to the Rats he says nothing. Both he and his finger giving them cold, hard glares as the air around them seems to drop at least ten degrees. Frost forming in the fur that was visible as he grips his hammer and says nothing, not even a joke as he waits to see how this plays out.