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| − | "Might want to work on your hide and seek skills, chap!"<br> <br>CaseyRune has at least managed to cover themselves and their twin with a flat, if nicely blended from afar picture. Like an extremely cheap Sombody Else's Problem Field. At least it kind of worked? | + | "Might want to work on your hide and seek skills, chap!"<br> <br>CaseyRune has at least managed to cover themselves and their twin with a flat, if nicely blended from afar picture. Like an extremely cheap Sombody Else's Problem Field. At least it kind of worked?<br> <br>Pent facepalms and stands up "Yeesh, something that can speak at least. Sorry about coming in but it's getting a little damp outside and... Well, place looked abandoned enough." she steps from behind the couch, stretching slightly "As I said, sorry."<br> <br>Edel rolls her eyes and shuffles back out of the shadows with a wave and a smile. "Why are we even sneaking about, anyway? This is silly. They're probably not even hostile." She tips an imaginary hat to the robed pair. "Hello there! What was up with the funky messages?"<br> <br>Okay, they only have pipes, are basically surrounded and guilty of... sending out a text? After considering things for a moment, Arano comes to the conclusion that they're all acting really fucking retarded right now and decides, rather than leaving Pent on her own, just comes out of hiding with hands open, palms out in a universal gesture of 'i'm harmless'. "And she's not alone... sorry about the break-in, but we got your text and were wondering what was going on," he said. I mean, seriously - you bust into somebody else's place and act like burglers because they sent a text? This wasn't fucking Iraq, this was california for fuck's sake...<br> <br>Alastor peeks up from the couch as Arano walked out right after Edel revealed herself. There was not any real reason to stay hidden now and well, he was so large that he was sure parts of him were sticking out, but he stayed where he was. There were too many situations in his life where things seemed harmless and it turned out crazy.<br> <br>As Pent begins to speak, the wolves put their pipes securely in their mouths nearly in unison, taking a nice hit of some fine tobacco and both blowing a rugged ring of smoke into the air. |
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| + | "Why not calm down a little. Relax, we're all sophisticated, are we not? Just be yourselves and all that wonderful nonsense." | ||
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| + | As more people pop out of the woodwork, the wolves laugh in unison once more and begin heading up the stairs. | ||
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| + | "I see you're the agents they must've sent for the messages. Why not come join us, if you wish to discover the answers." | ||
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| + | Both wolves give the group a wave and make their way up the stairs.<br> <br>Pent head-tilts "Oh, well that worked better than expected."<br> <br>Arano looks towards pent as he follows the duo and shrugs, "Well, all they did do was spam our comms, and it's not like it's the annoying type of spam promising to enhance the size of your junk... for that we probably would have leveled the building," he says in a joking tone. He waves to Edel and says, "Well, shall we find out what is going on here? I get the sense there is nothing more sinister going on except an attempt to bring music back to the wasteland..." he pauses for a second and then says somewhat to himself, "And damn it, I wish I could remember the name of that song!"<br> <br>With the assumed threat having passed, and the wolves seeming to be friendlier than thought, Sara steps away from the wall, lets the illusion drop, and returns the pistol to its holster and follows the wolves up the stairs, "Uh.. well, that was unnexpected." Sara mumbles under her breath as she moves towards to stairs and behind the pair, "So.. who are you guys anyways?" she asks.<br> <br>Edel adjusts her glasses and nods, moving to follow the wolves. "I'm curious, still, so... Sure. Let's go!"<br> <br>Cerris waits until the pair of wolves comes back out of hiding his thoughts atuning to Edel's signal for a single short burst meassage before he dips into an elevator, reching up to pop the hatch and leap up to land atop the cab before reaching up to grasp the cable and start scaling hand over hand. [Alert me of the floor you end up on, I will search from the top down.]<br> <br>Pent nods "Yeah, and if they do mean harm then I feel our combined effort is more than enough to beat them up I guess." she shrugs and heads up the stairs<br> <br>Alastor still acts nervous and like he's expecting the roof to cave in or some horrible rape monster to come out the woodworks. He does get up from behind the couch and follows behind Edel and Arano. He stayed quiet though just trying to take in his surroundings. At the stairs he had a little trouble due to size, but his long tail banded up fluidly. (Anyone following behind will have to wait for his long tail to go by.)<br> <br>CaseyRune follows the rest up the stairs, along with their twin Dropping their illusing for now. "I still don't like this" They mutter under their breath.<br> <br>"We're wolves," the left one replies to Sera rather snobbishly, taking another hit from his pipe and chewing on the end. The wolves continue to walk around the building, passing by hallways and heading up more stairs until they reach floor number three. Each step brings the party, for those who follwed, closer and closer to what seems to be a broadcasting booth secured by another glass door. Peering inside, there appears to be three more wolf beasts of the same red robe caliber! | ||
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| + | "The answers are inside. Won't you join us?" The left one asks, holding the door open for the group like a gentlewolf.<br> <br>Unaware of quite how the whole mind-talky thing works, Edel instead opts to inform Cerris by tapping her comm unit thrice, though saying nothing. She hoped that would get the point across before walking into the room. "Thank you! How polite of you."<br> <br>Two red robes is funny, five red robes is a cult... but still, the solar dragon was confident that between him and their companions they'd be more than enough to handle... wait, where'd the exosuit dude run off to? Still, he let himself relax a bit and stepped inside after Edel, "Thank you," he said politely, "So, what's with the red robes anyway? And I think what the young lady meant by the question 'who are you' is... well actually exactly that - the 'what' we can see rather clearly,"<br> <br>A cold scoff is made as Sara follows close behind the pair, "Hmph.. I can see that!" she answers, "But you belong to any group? You free agents? Zephyr? Promethians?" Stopping just outside the doorway Sara stands beside the now opened doorway and looks inside, "Huh.. thanks." is mumbled before stepping inside, deeming the room safe.. for now.<br> <br>Pent nods and carefully slips into the recording booth "So what are you guys smoking?"<br> <br>"At leasst they are polite." Alastor says with a rumbling voice kept low. He really wanted some tea since they had been talking about it, but he was not keen on accepting food or drink from total strangers in red robes. He pushed his broad body through the doorway, getting his wings caught even folded so he had to lean forward on his tail to enter.<br> <br>The twins hang back just outside the recording booth, one keeping an eye on the way they came, the other keeping an eye on what's happening inside. As soon as one of them tries ritual sacrifice, they are being set ablaze.<br> <br>As Alastor takes in the environment around him, his nose suggests there could be a bit more wolves around that haven't shown themselves, but that's about it. | ||
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| + | "Good good good good good!" A wolf sitting in the broadcasting booth chair behind a table chants, getting out of his seat and clapping his hands excitedly while looking at the two wolves surrounding him. "We've been expecting agents like you. We're a little... Fun club you could call it, but that's not important. You're here for something else! Those messages!" | ||
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| + | After a throat-clearing cough, the center wolf sits back down in his chair. But first, since you're our guests, mind if I ask you all a few questions? Specifically... Zephyr."<br> <br>Cerris makes his move to exit the elevator shaft on the top floor, his sensors sweeping the area for anything of note, staying low and careful, surely there was more to this place than just some potheads sending a weird message. | ||
Revision as of 08:35, 10 November 2013
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Date
10/11/2013
Log
Pent lounges in the lobby, glancing around at the assorted people. Today was shaping up to be a reasonably boring day for the seemingly-human girl.
What an annoying fellow, spamming innocent agents with various text messages on their communicators. "Now ya do what they told ya," it keeps spamming, over and OVER AND OVER until one finally blocks those messages for good. From all three factions comes a dispatch to the spammer's location where the group will rendezvous ASAP in order to investigate this rather strange disturbance. 94.9 FM Fairhaven Radio, a variety station from way back when, better days where radio waves filled the skies when their invisible splendor. However, considering the ruin and decay, the place has seen better days.
Her day had been going well enough for the most part, the missions had been going smoothly, the ferals had lain in a puddle of their own messy entrails, and blood and the place Sara had been ordered to clear out for the scavengers had been emptied. "Sara Averith, heading out. Place is clear.." she states to the opened comm link to whoever had sent her as she walks on over to a ruined car-- atleast for the moment. A couple steps further and the illusion fades revealing a cbr 1000rr in still relatively good condition. "Heading home.. I expect a decent pay for this one.." she finishes before climbing onto the bike, and roaring off into the city. A couple blocks down and a loud song begins playing, atleast it's one line, over and over again. The act catches the ex-soldier off guard and sends her swerving for a moment, but luckilly not into anything. "What the hell was that?" she shouts over the music, hopefully getting to someone that could answer just that question. "God damn it's annoying! Stop!" she shouts again, holding her head, trying to block the noise from the internal comm-unit.
Today was getting along nicely, no urgent need for samples meant that Pent could spend all day at the lobby, at least until the message spam and subsequent call to arms went out over the radio. But of course, actually responding was more a case of wanting to get out and do something rather than she had to. She stood a few buildings down from the radio station, all rugged up in her coat and awaiting whoever else turned up.
Arriving at a dead out thruster assisted run, Cerris has cast stealth to the winds seeing as the culprit in this case clearly wasn't hiding himself. Cutting power shortly before reaching personal range of the others gathering and then gradualy coming in from jog to stroll.
"Colonel Voss on the scene, commencing mission directive."
His words are broadcasted both to the local area as well to his home base so CIC can't keep tabs on his progress and offer hints as required for his limited skill set.
A recognizable pair of twins could be seen running from rooftop to rooftop, one just ahead, the other just behind following in sync with their twin. The two of them had been using their PDA as a kind of scanner, looking for any interesting broadcasts or messages that poped up. The only real danger being the occasonal airborne Feral.Today there was nothing, well untill the massive wave of nothing but one message. A good a lead as any, they decide to take off and head twoards the source.
Edel saunters out of an alley and down the street towards the radio station, twirling a combination wrench on her finger as if it were a revolver. Being interrupted while working wasn't much of a big deal. Not like it was a pressing issue, anyway. She WAS, however, curious as to what the reasoning for the spam was, and, ever eager to indulge in her curiosity, it was only a matter of time before she found herself outside of the door.
Flying in from above, a large and shiny solar dragon makes a perfect landing. His day had been very DULL for the most part, nothing really to do except poke around, and had been dealing with that text spam all goddamn day. When a location was finally broadcasted he dropped what he was doing and flew off towards the location as quickly as his wings would carry him. It was a radio station... for some reason, the message of 'Now ya do what they told ya' combined with a radio station triggered a faint memory, like something about it was familiar. Eh, he'll put it together later, for now he'd join the gathering party and find out who was broadcasting the message... and potentially get some phat lewts in the process! God did he miss video games...
"W-wait u-up! Haa haaahh." Alastor called out to Arano. The dragon had just bolted and taken off from the Zephyr Lobby. Alastor had noticed the text spam, and decided to go along to see what this was about. He had recursed to wyvern form to fly and catch up, but his form was too big to fly much. He just had to jump and glide from building to building. By the time he caught up to Arano he was completely winded and his long tail was flailing about.
Now that all the agents have arrived, there remains only one thing left to do! The building has certainly seen some better days. The once bold sign that declared to all passersby in a proud fashion "94.9 FM FAIRHAVEN RADIO" is now nothing more than a bleak mess, entire chunks missing from the letters and the brilliant luster taken away by grime and predatory nanites. Only four stories tall, each window is barred with the powers of iron, indicating that someone or a group of individuals have taken refuge inside. But beyond that... Silence.
The two glass doors on the building's front beg for attention, allowing those around to peer inside if they desire. An ordinary lobby it seems to be, made to ensure the admiration of those interested in the radio station if they decided to visit. Unlike the outside of the building, the lobby seems much nicer by comparison, but the plague of dust and scattered furniture can't be ignored.
Pent glances around at the assembled agents "Well, looks like we've got a veritable angry mob going on here." She laughs softly before stopping herself "Well, shall we head in?"
Arano glances back to the tired wyvern and smiles guiltily, "Yah, sorry about that... don't know how I got so fast... practice I guess. And sorry about taking off so quickly, I'm really curious about what's going on here." He then glances towards the door and steps up closer, peering inside, looking around for any hint of traps or things of that nature, in response to Pent's comment the solar dragon remarks, "Not really angry, just curious..." as he looks he seems to be humming some half-remembered tune... damn it, how did that song go again?
As soon as the text message had stopped, and the directions to the source of the disturbance found, the sound of squealing tires pours through the relatively empty streets as Sara turns in place and drives off towards the radio station. "Finally!" she states, still annoyed by whatever that was, a feeling that only gradually decreases as she drives through the streets and to the radio station. Eventually she arrives and notices she had not been alone, instead finding a few people, agents no doubt, waiting there. "Uh.. hi." she states as she gets off the motorcycle and sets the illusion up once more. "You all here for the same reason I'm guessing? Annoying text message and all that?" she soon just shrugs and looks to the glass doors, and the darkened hallways within. Noticing a large amount of dust settled down, and not willing to try anything, the ex-soldier reaches into her satchel and pulls a rebreather, quickly affixing it to her mouth before stepping past the threshold. "Song?" Sara asks as she walks, "What song?"
Edel can't be too bothered to fish out her own rebreather, so she just tugs up the excess fabric of her cloak that hangs around her neck, using it to cover her muzzle. "I'm just curious why anyone is here. I don't really care to make them stop, or anything." She gives a polite smile and a nod to Cerris.
The twins land on the roof of the building, peering down from atop. One jumps down to the others to see what was going on. "I don't really like this. This could be a trap by some madman. Look at the windows." The twin points at said windows.
Cerris knew the song all too well, it was ananthem for anarchistic punks all over despite the wording having meant more about free thought to him as opposed to civil disobedience...either way it had been often used against military control. Perhaps that was made him walk forward like a bull, a nod given to Edel before his hands grasp the handles of the door.
"Now breaching the perimeter."
Just like that he was heading in, making a beeline toward the opposite end of the lobby, intending to head upstairs without much in the way of delay.
Pent shrugs "So we heading in or do we all need to search the glass doors for pressure plates some more?" she says before noticing Cerris heading in and follows
As soon as Cerris opens the door, a very loud... SQUEAK of rusty hinges fills the area, rather than an awful explosive trap. Agents are always so jumpy these days. The air is stale and dusty, but such an environment is more common than not in places such as these, so it should come as to no surprise when the wizardry of air conditioning hasn't blessed a place in years.
Noting the exosuit creature thing entering the door, Arano quickly shrugs and says, "I vote we follow the walking tin can - seems putting the giant piece of metal between us and potential danger is a good idea," he nods to himself at his flash of ABSOLUTE BRILLIANCE *snicker snort* and follows Cerris in. He doesn't ready his weapon just yet because... well, kicking down somebody's door with gun in hand sets up a BAD impression.
CaseyRune jumps down from the roof to join their twin. "No way in on the roof." Their twin spends no time placing face firmly in palm. Casey sighs. "Well, I guess that works." The two still look like their expecting something. Though they follow behind the others.
Sara's cold hazel gaze watches as Cerris pushes past her and slowly shakes her head in disdain before turning back to the glass doorway, and stepping out into the city once more. Once outside again, Sara blows a shrill whistle and waits for a second before the cry of a hawk answers her in return, "Wait outside for me!" she shouts to it, "Make sure nothing comes in without my knowing about it!" she continues before going back into the building. Along the way to catch up Sara pulls a handgun from the holster on her shoulder and flicks the small pistol mounted flashlight on, illuminating the way.
Edel folds her arms behind her head and trots after Cerris. "This should prove interesting, if nothing else! I look forward to seeing what we find here." Her own sword remains in its scabbard upon the back of her hips.
Pent glances around the lobby, coughing a slightly at the layer of dust on everything "You sure this is the right place? Looks like noone's been here for years."
Alastor grins down at Arano as he huffs and follows after the Solar dragon as he enters. It took a bit of bending down and he had to tuck his wings tightly but he made it through. When others entered he pulled his massive length of tail about him and watched with interest. He kept a scaled claw over his snout to block the dust. He grinned and waved his other claw to Edel as she entered.
For those inside who took careful ear of the environment around them, them being Arano, Sara, and Casey, they would hear the muffled sounds of a few people talking. Most likely male considering the tone of their voice. It's hard to make out exactly what they're saying, but it's probably two people, and the voices were getting closer and closer to the stairs!
Arano glances towards the hybrid of so many different critters it's hard for him to identify exactly what Pent is, then he shrugs and says, "Well... transmission had to come from somewhere... and the giant transmitter seems like a good place to start." He glances back towards Alastor and asks, "You all right there?" he smirks as he makes the inquiry, slightly enjoying the minor struggle before the wyvern makes it in. He seems about to continue when he hears the voices getting closer, and immediately shuts up, glancing up the stairs... he considers hiding but then decides that 'shiny scales' doesn't mix well with stealth and just finds himself some cover and stands near it: if things go bad, he can immediately duck, if things go OK, then he doesn't look like he was hiding for no reason.
Sara says, "Hey! You!" Sara calls to Cerris under her voice obviously not recognizing the man in his current form, "Get back! Someone's coming!" her voice is kept low, making sure that only Cerris was able to hear, while the others coming would be left out of the loop."
Picking up speed as he approaches the stairs, his thrusters warming up so that he can take the first flight in a single bound, intending to bypass anything not a motion activated device, eager to search the next floor. The call for pause has him cut thrust and rotate into a position with his back to the wall. Tough he does try to get quietly into a position to see who might be coming.
With a warning given, and not willing to be caught by whoever had been coming down the stairs, Sara presses firmly up against the wall and closes her eyes, letting an illusory field cascade down her form to blend seamlessly in with the wall behind her.
Arano looks at everybody hiding and decides he may as well follow suit: well, suppose it works if it turns out these people are hostile, and if they're not... well they'll totally trust the strangers breaking and entering and rummaging around their place and acting like they totally shouldn't be there now won't they? Following along he finds himself a piece of furniture to duck behind - at least it was night out so he wasn't shining like a beacon or something...
Alastor regained his breath after a bit and was a little oblivious when everyone started moving to cover. Alastor blinked and jerked over to Arano ducking low and trying to make himself as small as possible. "Ah, I'm alright, Just too damn heavy for wings this size." He whispered as he looked over the dragon's shoulder.
Pent glances around and looks for somewhere to hide, she spots a couch and tries to hide behind it
Edel doesn't really bother to hide with any haste, sighing softly before shuffling off, looking for a dark corner to lurk in.
The talking started getting louder and louder as the pair approaches the peak of the stairs for the lobby. To Alastor and Cerris, who had their ears and eyes out for information, they hear nothing too special.
"So what did you think about that tea," they hear.
"Positively wonderful. With a spot of sugar, it simply drove my taste buds wild!"
The pair laugh as they finally walk down the stairs, clearly in view. Two wolf beasts dressed in nothing but red robes and armed with... pipes? They don't see anyone for the most part, but they focus their eyes on Pent and begin laughing once more.
"Look at that one," one says to the other.
"Might want to work on your hide and seek skills, chap!"
CaseyRune has at least managed to cover themselves and their twin with a flat, if nicely blended from afar picture. Like an extremely cheap Sombody Else's Problem Field. At least it kind of worked?
Pent facepalms and stands up "Yeesh, something that can speak at least. Sorry about coming in but it's getting a little damp outside and... Well, place looked abandoned enough." she steps from behind the couch, stretching slightly "As I said, sorry."
Edel rolls her eyes and shuffles back out of the shadows with a wave and a smile. "Why are we even sneaking about, anyway? This is silly. They're probably not even hostile." She tips an imaginary hat to the robed pair. "Hello there! What was up with the funky messages?"
Okay, they only have pipes, are basically surrounded and guilty of... sending out a text? After considering things for a moment, Arano comes to the conclusion that they're all acting really fucking retarded right now and decides, rather than leaving Pent on her own, just comes out of hiding with hands open, palms out in a universal gesture of 'i'm harmless'. "And she's not alone... sorry about the break-in, but we got your text and were wondering what was going on," he said. I mean, seriously - you bust into somebody else's place and act like burglers because they sent a text? This wasn't fucking Iraq, this was california for fuck's sake...
Alastor peeks up from the couch as Arano walked out right after Edel revealed herself. There was not any real reason to stay hidden now and well, he was so large that he was sure parts of him were sticking out, but he stayed where he was. There were too many situations in his life where things seemed harmless and it turned out crazy.
As Pent begins to speak, the wolves put their pipes securely in their mouths nearly in unison, taking a nice hit of some fine tobacco and both blowing a rugged ring of smoke into the air.
"You're all so on edge," the wolf on the right comments.
"Why not calm down a little. Relax, we're all sophisticated, are we not? Just be yourselves and all that wonderful nonsense."
As more people pop out of the woodwork, the wolves laugh in unison once more and begin heading up the stairs.
"I see you're the agents they must've sent for the messages. Why not come join us, if you wish to discover the answers."
Both wolves give the group a wave and make their way up the stairs.
Pent head-tilts "Oh, well that worked better than expected."
Arano looks towards pent as he follows the duo and shrugs, "Well, all they did do was spam our comms, and it's not like it's the annoying type of spam promising to enhance the size of your junk... for that we probably would have leveled the building," he says in a joking tone. He waves to Edel and says, "Well, shall we find out what is going on here? I get the sense there is nothing more sinister going on except an attempt to bring music back to the wasteland..." he pauses for a second and then says somewhat to himself, "And damn it, I wish I could remember the name of that song!"
With the assumed threat having passed, and the wolves seeming to be friendlier than thought, Sara steps away from the wall, lets the illusion drop, and returns the pistol to its holster and follows the wolves up the stairs, "Uh.. well, that was unnexpected." Sara mumbles under her breath as she moves towards to stairs and behind the pair, "So.. who are you guys anyways?" she asks.
Edel adjusts her glasses and nods, moving to follow the wolves. "I'm curious, still, so... Sure. Let's go!"
Cerris waits until the pair of wolves comes back out of hiding his thoughts atuning to Edel's signal for a single short burst meassage before he dips into an elevator, reching up to pop the hatch and leap up to land atop the cab before reaching up to grasp the cable and start scaling hand over hand. [Alert me of the floor you end up on, I will search from the top down.]
Pent nods "Yeah, and if they do mean harm then I feel our combined effort is more than enough to beat them up I guess." she shrugs and heads up the stairs
Alastor still acts nervous and like he's expecting the roof to cave in or some horrible rape monster to come out the woodworks. He does get up from behind the couch and follows behind Edel and Arano. He stayed quiet though just trying to take in his surroundings. At the stairs he had a little trouble due to size, but his long tail banded up fluidly. (Anyone following behind will have to wait for his long tail to go by.)
CaseyRune follows the rest up the stairs, along with their twin Dropping their illusing for now. "I still don't like this" They mutter under their breath.
"We're wolves," the left one replies to Sera rather snobbishly, taking another hit from his pipe and chewing on the end. The wolves continue to walk around the building, passing by hallways and heading up more stairs until they reach floor number three. Each step brings the party, for those who follwed, closer and closer to what seems to be a broadcasting booth secured by another glass door. Peering inside, there appears to be three more wolf beasts of the same red robe caliber!
"The answers are inside. Won't you join us?" The left one asks, holding the door open for the group like a gentlewolf.
Unaware of quite how the whole mind-talky thing works, Edel instead opts to inform Cerris by tapping her comm unit thrice, though saying nothing. She hoped that would get the point across before walking into the room. "Thank you! How polite of you."
Two red robes is funny, five red robes is a cult... but still, the solar dragon was confident that between him and their companions they'd be more than enough to handle... wait, where'd the exosuit dude run off to? Still, he let himself relax a bit and stepped inside after Edel, "Thank you," he said politely, "So, what's with the red robes anyway? And I think what the young lady meant by the question 'who are you' is... well actually exactly that - the 'what' we can see rather clearly,"
A cold scoff is made as Sara follows close behind the pair, "Hmph.. I can see that!" she answers, "But you belong to any group? You free agents? Zephyr? Promethians?" Stopping just outside the doorway Sara stands beside the now opened doorway and looks inside, "Huh.. thanks." is mumbled before stepping inside, deeming the room safe.. for now.
Pent nods and carefully slips into the recording booth "So what are you guys smoking?"
"At leasst they are polite." Alastor says with a rumbling voice kept low. He really wanted some tea since they had been talking about it, but he was not keen on accepting food or drink from total strangers in red robes. He pushed his broad body through the doorway, getting his wings caught even folded so he had to lean forward on his tail to enter.
The twins hang back just outside the recording booth, one keeping an eye on the way they came, the other keeping an eye on what's happening inside. As soon as one of them tries ritual sacrifice, they are being set ablaze.
As Alastor takes in the environment around him, his nose suggests there could be a bit more wolves around that haven't shown themselves, but that's about it.
"Good good good good good!" A wolf sitting in the broadcasting booth chair behind a table chants, getting out of his seat and clapping his hands excitedly while looking at the two wolves surrounding him. "We've been expecting agents like you. We're a little... Fun club you could call it, but that's not important. You're here for something else! Those messages!"
After a throat-clearing cough, the center wolf sits back down in his chair. But first, since you're our guests, mind if I ask you all a few questions? Specifically... Zephyr."
Cerris makes his move to exit the elevator shaft on the top floor, his sensors sweeping the area for anything of note, staying low and careful, surely there was more to this place than just some potheads sending a weird message.
