Bring Back Tax - RPLOG
Participants
Date
3/10/2014
Log
Warm, sunny, and with very little going on at the moment, the streets of Fairhaven seem to be the safest they have been in a while. Tanuki and Kitsune from the other side keeping things mostly calm, reports like this were on the slide downward. But, occationally something came up. Ferals still walked the streets, though mostly were... calmer, either because they were recently 'calmed' or seemed to be becoming uplifted from totally feral. Quite a few huskies still stop agents with the usual 'Fuck? Please can we go fuck?' or maybe a bit more of a 'Hey... I know how to make sure you have a real good time.' Latex foxes, skunk girls, typically joining in the attempts to persuade, but less likely to attempt to be 'exceptionally forward' than they were before.
However, in this area, there are some that are being FAR more than forward. A handful of Collie Herms, causing quite a bit of trouble, even for much more experienced agents! At the moment though, the only collies seen seem to be a bit more... relaxed, expecially around the more knowledgable agents.
Angus responds to the call for help, ready for mostly...anything as he walks through the streets to the meeting location. It's not hard to pick the coyote out considering he's.....actually singing to himself out load, the rifle he had modified leaning against his shoulder as he walks. "Ohhhhhh, their ain't no rest for the wicked, monnnneeeeeyyyy don't grow on trees!" He exclaims loudly as he stops and looks around to see who else seems to be joining, a smile on his muzzle as he chuckles.
Narg bats a few eylashes at the Husky's and other ferals her and Angus pass as they move along. It's doubtful is the Coyote realizes that she is next to him unless he actually bothered to look just behind himself while singing. Regardless the Husky adjusts her duster and keeps her hand on the holster of her pistol as she moves along... can never be too careful afterall.
"I've got bills to pay, I've got mouths to feed, there ain't nothin' in this world for free~!" With his new rubber soled winter boots strapped to his feet making faintly muffled thuds with each step, a ebony haired white skinned human walks up after Angus as his fingers idly play along his tool of choice for the day. Anbessa smiles towards Angus as the darkened mahogany spear is spun within his grip, the man slowing his showy side as his singing tones down afterwords. "Hey Angus." Clad in his new winter wear, his black hoodie with fur inlining and dark grey pants fit well with his normally dark clothed nature as his brown belt squeezes snugly onto his hip. Glancing behind the 'yote, he waves his free hand towards the familiar husky. "Hey Narg!" With a wide smile on his face, he lets out a hum as he lets his spear rest against his shoulder, fingers tippy tapping the side of it idly as he glances around as well to wait for the others.
Cythim was merely following the rest, having heard that agents were needed for a problem. Wearing nothing but some bandages, some may think she would be a prey of sex of choice, if the bandages didn't covered the naughty parts. She simply waves to the others agents as she tells her other heads, Crys'taa and pierce to get ready for anything, as they might be a need in some action.
Rokarion moves towards the meeting location, the human wearing their usual black uniform and surronded by their ever present drone hovering sphereical drones. The drones wander about their inventor, their optical sensors scanning the area around them for any movement, and other points of interest. For those who have seen the drones before, they would notice a layer of stylish black paint over the usual dull black steel colour of the drones' metal chasis. The shortish figure follows the group noting the coyote "battle" partner and the other new faces.
Nekura is out for what will be her second quest in like a year! She should really start doing this more often. Of course after the fun she got to have with the last one she was encouraged to try again and is currently wandering towards the designated area. However, unlike previously, she has her daughter along with, feeling it was a good idea the other pony get some experience outside of the Red Court. "So this is how you brought that foxy back yesterday?" inquires the filly. "Mhm," answers her mother.
Thelergramor meanders up the street, all fox like in appearance. Resembling little more than a feral fox, other than the tactical vest wrapped around his torso, with a few firearms mounted to it. Remote trigger mechanism attatched to one of his forepaws; because quadrupeds can't exactly shoulder and fire a rifle... His ears perk at Angus's singing; knows the song. Briefly considers joining in the chorus, and then Anbessa throws in the rest of it. Could always add the next line... Which he does. "No I can't slow down, I can't hold back, even though I wish I could... No there ain't no rest for the wicked, until we close our eyes for good..." The fox snickers, stepping up beside Angus.
Wincing, Leraji taps the ash from the butt of her cigarette, eyes the stub for a moment, then flicks it away and fishes a 'fresh' one from the crumpled pack in her purse. The coyote lights her smoke, takes a drag, and then shakes her head. "Good gods, man. I've heard of some agents having questionable ways to keep the ferals off, but that caterwauling, man... you're going to make my ears bleed if you keep it up."
The sound and noise of the singing gets more than a few eyes and ears over to the group. However, there is no plain evidence of what everyone was sent out here to do. The ferals however, continue their advances, a few rubbing on themselves, licking their lips. Most of the eyes fall to Thele though, and their noses to his scent. A latex fox decides to get the most forward though, "Hey there big little boy, care to fix that issue you have with me?" He asks, grinding a finger against his squeeky rear entrance.
Angus watches the ferals start to come their way as he lowers his rifle, his right hand holding the barrel as his bayonet dips. "Hello there Anbessa, Narg." He greets them both, flashing them a pearly white grin as he draws the bolt back, before chambering a heavy 8 mm rifle round as he looks over to the others. "Like the new paint Rokarion." He comments her way, ears flicking back and forth before he goes back to surveying the situation.
Narg wiggles her free hand's finger's in greeting to Angus and Anbessa. "Heya guys, bout time I got back into the swing of things. Been sitting on my ass and... ehem... nevermind." her eyes look over at Thel and she smirks as she looks to the latex fox offering. "Sorry sugar, That fox here is taken. His master wouldn't be happy about him fooling about." Hmmmm, wonder if that fiv would wor; they do have somewhere to be after all and no time for pit stops. Then again Thel could just ruin her fib and go for it anyways.
