Questing to the Dragon's Den - RPLOG
From Flexible Survival
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Date
21/1/2015
Log
Fenris seems to have moved on completely, ignoring the commandos and the various shouts and threats from his erstwhile companions. He seems to be composing a little song as he trots along, map still held out in front of him. "Dragon, dragon, dragon, dragon!" he sings. It is not a very good song.
Myriam pulls her hands out of her pockets, brushing back the sides of her trenchcoat to give her access to the weapons on her legs, should she need them. She doesn't draw, though. Not yet. She tries to keep going along her way, with Fenris. If they don't start anything, she won't! Of course, she's ready for if they -do- make a move, that much is clear.
After his small bit of cocky bluster, along with the backup-bluster from his traveling companions, Taggart tucks both of his paws into the pockets of his peacoat. Seems he's content with that for now, his heavy footpaws thumping along as he stays flanked to Fenris, free of worry toward either a fight starting or not.
With such a large group of people traveling together, the rest of the hour-long walk across town is similar - passing single agents or ones working in pairs, groups of ferals, and the various bits and pieces that make up the nightly activities of a broken society on the mend - is relatively undisturbed. Eventually the group finds Oak Lane, and, after heading in the wrong direction for several blocks, gets oriented properly and Birchgrove Circle - a small shopping area. True enough, the store in the center has a sign proclaiming it to be the Dragon's Den Comics Store and, miraculously, the glass of the front window is mostly intact, even if a bit cracked. The windows are boarded up, but a thin trickle of light marks the building as occupied.
"A comic store, seriously?" The coyote snickers, and dashes to the door. "I call all the miniatures!"
Dal stares at the comic book store and laughs, "Okay, a comic book store? Great, are we going to play extreme Dungeons and Dragons now?" He slowly stops laughing as he comes in for a landing in front of the comic book store. "This is too easy."
Esana blinks, then shakes her head with a sharky grin. "The dragons den....makes sense now. Though, doesn't light mean someone that isn't a feral is there...? Someone's home?"
Adren is running right behind Redd, trying to reach the door first. "Dream on, Redd! I'm getting the collector ones! Maybe they even have some dice too. Or even rule books!"
Sasha blinks a bit looking at the store front. "Miniatures? Dungeons and Dragons?" She asks, looking back at it once more, "Well, it is something and light doesn't always mean there are sane people inside. For all we know could just be some mutation that glows brighter than I do." She says, looking at the windows, "Well, who first?" She asks.
"Hot!" Fenris crows, "This is awesome!" The tubby tanuki races off after the others. "Dibs on Sandman!" he calls. The coon-dog can't remember what his real name is, but he remembers his favorite comics. How bizarre. "Oh, oh!" he calls, "And see if they have Bone!" He hurries up and knocks politely on the door before sticking his head inside, "Anyone home?"
Taggart approaches the comic book store with a bit of a smirk and shakes this head, then raises his brows as the two of them dash for the door. "Bloody coyotes..." The large wolf gives a small sigh and shakes his head, "Ya'll ger yerself eaten, I'm not savin' ya."
Dal hears Adren's words from behind and stops. He shouts out, "Wait! We are supposed to bring proof of the dragon and proof of his hoard, not steal everything there!"
Myriam tilts her head to the side, peering at the store. She's got no clue what miniatures are! And probably the wrong idea about 'dungeons and dragons' but all the same, she starts for the door after the others, not in any particular rush, save for the excitement of seeing something new.
Esana winces as the group rush for the door, before moving in with her spear out, ready to defend the foolish agents if needed.
Fenris was the first to stick his head in the shop's door, and so it is Fenris' head that is in the way when a heavy kick threatens to slam the door shut on him. Luckily the tanuki ducks his head back quick enough to avoid having it squished, and the doorframe rattles as it slams shut. A low, grumpy snarl comes from the other side, inside the building.
Adren jumped back, quite startled by the sudden attack on Fenris, but seeing as the Tanuki is alright, he exclaimed with a mockingly terrified tone. "Oh no! The final boss is a D&D nerd! He's probably a lvl 100 Warrior/Mage! We're doooooomed! Seriously though, we gotta get inside, I bet there are treasures in there."
Esana chuckles and shakes her head. "The shock serves you right. This is their territory. And if there is light, it's likely not a feral, but a survivor. It's gone from an attack or theft mission to negotiating."
Fenris blinks and stands at the suddenly slammed door. "Well," he says, "That wasn't very nice." The tanuki then proceeds to knock politely on the door. "Hi!" he says brightly, "Didn't mean to intrude. Can I come in? I like comics too, I think!"
Dal watches as the door nearly slams shut on the large tanuki's face. He laughs slightly, "I knew it wouldn't be that easy." He turns back to the rest of the group. "Well, which of us has the most physical force? We could have them open the door, or we could try another way." The golden scaled dragon notices the window. "We could go in through the window or get him out here. Anyone have a stink bomb?"
Myriam leans back when the door is slammed in their face, ears twitching under her large witch hat. "...Huh. Maybe they are friendly?" At Dal's question, she gives a shake of her head. "Not me. I have lots of firepower, but not much in the way of... Hitting things hard."
Sasha shakes her head, "Alright, if we aren't just going to destory the place, as you all seem quite fond of it, seems we need another way in." She says, wings fluttering once again, she looks up to the large one among them, "Any rough access, chimneys, sky lights, holes that you see up there?" She asks.
Taggart gives a hefty sigh at the attempted break-in, shaking his head slowly back and forth while thumping his way up to the door. The large wolf pushes past the rest of the group, not afraid to shove his companions to the side before he gets to the entrance, waiting while Fenris addresses the 'dragon' inside. "Clear out a bit, then... give'em sum room." He glowers at everyone crowded at the door, "An' quit talkin' about smokin'em out'er wutever else. Not tha best way ta get on their good side."
Fenris frowns over his shoulder at the rest of the groups. "Hey!" he says, "Nobody will share comics with you if you act like that!" He turns his attention back to the door. "Mind if I come in and chat?" he asks, carefully removing his spear and sword and passing them to Taggart, "I'm unarmed! And mostly cuddly!" The teddybear-esque tanuki does look pretty non-threatening.
