Revision as of 10:34, 12 July 2017

Participants

• Amethyst
• Ebreus
• Fiore
• Firecracker
• Glitch
• Kimberley
• Mokou
• Setrian
• Willy

Date

12/7/2017

Log

It's later in the vening off down the Highway where the message directed potential candidates for the mission to show up. The air's cooler, almost frigid compared to the day's muggy heat; It's as if the world decided to turn on the AC outside, and the air moves with a cool breeze tinged with that same humidity from earlier. The stark corpse of a building stands beside the roadway, its windows cavernous sockets, and its interior gutted, but serviceable. It's large enough to house several vehicles, and it might have once been a repair shop from all the garage-doors is sports along the side. - Sitting outside the building, a single Fire Newt is settled with its shoulders resting back against the main entrance, the breeze tussling some weeds across the road nearby, and the person's got their arms crossed and a bit of grass stem swaying from their lower lip while they appear to be patiently waiting. -

A cheetah woman jogs into view, though her head is the only thing visible right now. A hard rubber suit covers her from head to toe under her otherwise casual clothing, and she carries a rifle on her back along with an old canvas backpack. Utterly lacking in any sort of military decorum, Kimberley offers a sloppy salute. "Got your message, sir. What's the job?"

Firecracker drops down from above, landing atop Kimberley's head to snap a salute of her own with a foreleg. "What she said!" the pint-sized pegasus offers happily. "The explorafication adventurtizing thingy!" Of course, the pegasus is in the nude on her new perch, though her belly is quite a bit pudgier than usual.

Mokou quickly hastened down the road, feet flying beneath the pavement as her hands gripped the straps to her pack. Her comms had lit up with a message she couldn't quite ignore, and she had been running to the location since then. Her pack jostled lightly, the broken suitcase held down by the straps of rope that cradled it, forming the straps she so clung to. She ran... but not alone towards her destination! Nope, by her side ran a much smaller fox, darting forward on all fours! The little strip of rope about its neck was cut, only a slight knot keeping it wrapped. Despite the lack of leash, they didn't seem to stray far... - Finally, the fennec lass managed to near the location, quietly panting despite the cold. Her fur stood on end, making her seem about an extra inch larger in all directions. Her eyes scanned the edges of the road, looking upon broken building after broken building. Finally, a garage stood out, standing high and dry, stripped bare but standing still, bones of a business long since gone. The fennec gave a sharp tilt of her head to the smaller vulpine companion, both walking towards the building, towards the Fire Newt before it. A cheetah had arrived before her, as well as a familiar pegasus, the lass trying to not look to them. "Alright then... You wanted to see those interested in this mission... Yeah?"

Moving along with the sounds of clacking from the joint of his doubly layered armor, Willy slowly tromps over to the others. "Wheeewf, what a hot day" he says before the Fennec feels the tempature drop off. "Oooo man that feels goooood." he says, before stopping in front of the fire newt and popping off his helmet for the moment. "I'm Willy, I'm here about the Salvage mission" he says as he looks calmly prepared.

Ebreus examines his new shield for any flaws as he aproaches the corpose of a building indicated as the meeting place for this mission. After a few moments he is satasfied with the shield and lowers it onto its carrying strap and adjusts the straps of his satchels and flamethroawer over his armor. He looks up to see the group of gathering agents and the Fire Newt and smiles as he strides confidently toward them. "I am Ebreus, I am also here for the salvage operation. It's nice working with you again Firecracker." he says and fetches the Firecracker plushie from on of his pockets to jog her memory of their friendship. Then spying Mokou he maintains his smile and says, "Hello Mokou." with no noticable difference in his cheery voice.

Fiore was in the Lobby when the message came through. And she finds herself answering the call despite knowing well and better then to take jobs from Zephyr as a rule. She had never been this far out of town on her own and it shows. She's able to navigate this far out, but it's clear that she's on edge while doing that. After some moments, the vulpine reaches the gecko, "Reporting as asked, what's the job?" Her voice comes through the speaker of her helmet with a slightly tinny tune to it.

Setrian follws behind the fox, eyes alert for their objective and anything that might prevent them from getting there. He is glad he had enough time to stop by his home to grab his gear before they made their way here, with his axe in a holster on his hip, and two large guns on his back, one a nanite cannon, the other a rocket launcher, he hoped to be better prepared than the last time he went out of the bubble. His generic armor was strapped to him for flexibility of movement while providing relatively decent defense from most attacks. He had a pack for food and water supplies, as well as any additional ammunition he had. He allows fiore to be the one to speak, hanging back just a bit, but close enough that he could hear everything that was being said clearly.

In the darkness above, the sound of buffeting wind grows. A costumed cat girl slowly comes into view, her frilly costume ensemble the first thing to catch the eye. With a couple of strong wing-beats, she lowers herself, her ballet-like heels contacting the pavement lightly with a small click. Amethyst looks around at the group, her body relaxing visibly as her hazel eyes sweep over familiar faces. She says nothing, shifting the strap of her white messenger bag that lay across her shoulder, the bag itself looking full and rather heavy, however, her fluffy, tufted brown ears rotate restlessly, taking in the environment. She offers a cheery smile and a nod to those she knew, though afterwards she focuses on the newt, her tail arcing behind her idly as she waits.

- The newt rolls the bit of grass straw about between his lips whilst the collection comes together. Its fluffy tassel flags in the breeze before the figure turns its head and spits the straw away. In a voice reminiscent of a yoddling yokel of some sort, throatknob bobbing with their speech, the newt begins, "First off, it's Bill, not sir. This here's the recruitment process." Smoothing down his pocketed vest, the figure straightens from the leaning position. Thought here's no sign of any genitalia or the like, the voice does carry a masculine intonation to it, "An', we'll be talkin' t'each of y'individual-like t'see if you're right for the task. If'n you are, more details'll come forth-with and somesuch, got't?" A smile tugs at the corner of his thick, lizard lips and points towards the Cheetah, "You... since y'got here first, y'c'n come on in, an' we can see what'cha can offer." And motions towards the metal door with its lack of glass, one of those office storefront affairs but long shattered quite some time ago. - He cocks his head, eyeing the rest, "Th'rest'a you c'n wait'n chatter 'mongst y'selves f'r a spell. -