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11/5/2016

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In truth, relatively little has been done to alter the scene outside the Zephyr headquarters. Same sturdy walls, same security cameras, same employees manning the same armaments. The key difference is that a podium and a small stage have been set up, slightly elevated from street level. Facing an open area where people are obviously intended to gather, it's a simple enough affair, easily assembled and easily disassembled.

Aaron makes her way up onto the stage, looking around to see who decides to join the project. There does seem to have been some attention raised by the notices she's been putting up, but attention is different from action, and she remains quite curious as to who will actually make an appearance.

Nisha is standing, leaning against the wall just next to the doors into the Zephyr building, her arms crossed over her chest, waiting for things to kick off. When the panther taur sees Aaron moving up to the podium, she stands up straight and takes a few steps closer, to listen to what the plan is for the day.

Astara stands, waiting for the presentation to actually start, idly plaing with one of the flowers in her hair. Curiousity and anticipation is visible on her face.

Coyotes are known for their curiosity, in addition to their love of mischief and fun. Redd's certainly no exception, watching as he leans against one of the barrier walls. "Could go well, could go poorly, I'm curious how it'll end up."

Thelergramor just happens to be around, scarf pulled up over his face, all armed and guard-y. Despite losing the guard job a while ago... The Fox yawns, checks over his weapons, watches the other people around. The goggled, scarfed Thelfox peers at the podium, stands quietly a bit of distance away from it, just listening to things that're going to be said. Or not said.

Fenris saunters up in front of the stage. The burly tanuki is wearing the upper half of a police man's uniform and a badge marched "SGT CHUBBS" and a heavy gun belt. There is no gun on it. Instead there is an ornate sword hung from his waist and a long spear strapped to his back. He has even acquired a police hat from somewhere. The burly tanuki folds his arms across his chest and tilts his head to one side, willing to hear what's going on. His fat tail wags slowly behind him.

Phosphorus is leaning on her rifle closer to the Zephyr building, the butt of the weapon planted firmly against the ground. The panda's frowning slightly at the stage. Then again, she's always pretty much frowning. They peer at the crowd of gathered mutants, and the ones entering, and peer at the stage, and generally peer at anything worth peering at. Because waiting is terrible, unless you're waiting for a very good reason.

Edel was a curious sort, the tanuki, albeit a tanuki in the form of a feline today, was sure to be present. She's content to watch from the back today, the sleeves of her regal black and gold robe linked and concealing her hands, while a straw hat sits lazily upon her head. The brown furred cat turns away as her muzzle parts in a wide yawn for a moment before turning her attention back towards the stage.

Cameron padded in from the street, her hand settling her bulging pack on her shoulder. She glanced around at the crowd that was gathering at the space provided, wondering if there was any familiar faces about. Her mind ticking of things on her checklist to bring along for taking back some city blocks, hopefully no one would need to get patched up. She then checked the copy of the notice she had taken to make sure she had the right time. Spying Redd nearby she gives the coyote a small wave and another to Thelegramor as well. Seeing the chilly fox all armoured up she wandered over to him. "Hello Thelergramor...." Pondering a moment on whether she said his name correctly or not. She then smiled up at him and settled beside him to watch the crowd.

Razz Walks out of Zpehyr and just blinks "Well.. By Inari.. That's a crowd.." he mumbles, adjusting his claymore on his back as he looks about, confused. "Huh.. so....It a Party and I wasnt invited.. or.. something else?" he asks no-one in particluar. The wolf finally shrugs and Moves to lean against a Wall, ears Flciking about.

Ferus sniffs the a little nervous as the taur pads out of the lobby. A little nervous at such a large crowd of unfamiliar sights and scent, but a few familiar scents calm hir nerves. Picking a few familiar faces out of the crowd, Ferus calms her self. Pulling hir self up straight the amber and black rosettes furred feline takes a seat on her hunches at the back of the crowd. The margay taur angling hir ears forward to see what the fliers were about and to listen unblinking and intently before events call her away.

Forkbomb was enjoying a nice highly caffinated, previously barely legal energy supplement while enjoying a nice issue of the evening paper. And by evening paper, I mean the poster that he just found kinda lying around. He thought that the wording there was a bit vague, and could be easily construed as... Well. Culty. Or like a huge, /huge/ trap. Luckily, Forkbomb is nothing if not a shifty sort, so if he is walking into a trap, he's determined be the last person shot at. So, he sat at the lobby doorway for a bit before ditching his little bottle of human nitro, walks into the crowd, tugs on the hood of his windbreaker to obscure his features, and tries to blend into the scene and not bring too much attention to himself. Except for Naiko, Angus, and Razz. He gives them a quiet little wave. No point in bringing the thunder until the kool-aid or the feral hordes came out.

A thump sounds from an alley followed soon by a shadow in the dark. Coming around the corner with a clipped stride, Love steps up to the crowd. Massive wings curve and shift comfortably around her shoulders, the taloned tips gripping one another to hold in her heat. Swaying her hips as she stops with a nod and smile for so many familiar faces, the sultry Dragonesses ears swivel here and there while she double checks her kit and waits for news. Occasionally a strange sound catches her interest and has her peer into the dusk-lit street, keen eyes on the lookout for opportunity and trouble.

Zophah barely reaches the back of the crowd before Aaron started speaking, glad that she made it in time. She brushes off her fuzzy gray fur and straitens her flame-patterned bikini, catching her breath. She looks around to find only one other fox other than her in the crowd, buttoning up her lab coat. She takes one sniff at the air to see if she identifies anyone before pulling a cam bow from her back, ready to hear about clearing the streets.

From the Zephyr lobby exits Joseff, a latex fox approaching the crowd of other people. He had a flat and serious expression by his face and body language, displaying his discipline. He wears a second-hand jump suit for modesty and carries a standard-issue chainsword for defense. His eyes glance about, searching to find the sight or smell of his missing squadmate. Not finding them, he focuses to the front of the congragation for whatever announcement was being made. There was something about clearing the area of ferals being held.

Aaron looks around, smiling broadly at the sight of so many faces - some she knows, and some she has yet to know. And yet, there's work to do, so she clears her throat. "I want to thank all of you for coming today. This will hopefully represent the beginning of a new expansion for the good people of Fairhaven, allowing us to walk a larger portion of the city streets without having to worry about being attacked. If we are successful, we will also have a much larger portion of real-estate in which to operate, set up accommodations, and otherwise rebuild this city." Taking a moment to allow the implications to sink in, she continues, "It's been eight years since P-Day took so many loved ones from us, and Zephyr - while it's created a safe zone for itself and the people who go there - has made no real steps in expanding its influence. I understand that stabilizing has been a priority, but let's face it: after this long, they're pretty damned stable. Now it's time to start taking back our city! Are you with me?"

Nisha looks around over the gathered morphs, her ears twitching to the more prominent sounds some of them make as she steps closer to the podium to get a better spot for herself to hear when the speaking starts. A few of the people gathered around her she recognizes, some are merely vaguely familiar, and still more she's sure she's never seen before. As the assembled agents gather round and the air of excitement begins to pick up, the panther taur does a last minute check of her armor and weapons, then starts to do some simple stretches to limber herself up for whatever is coming next, her ears perked towards the podium all the while. She looks up when Aaron begins to speak and listens attentatively, then offers an energetic cheer when Aaron's speech comes to its climax.

Sensuen looks no worse for wear at the travel it took her to get here as she wonders what this place has been set up to do. From the crowd Sen can see a woman up on stage looking around at the assembly of people which she's recently joined in on. Sen wonders what this is all about, as the posters promised they'd 'take back the streets, but before any action must come a plan, as always. Sen looks to the crowd of gathered people and notices what they do, she even knows some of them from past encounters or professional relationships. Some are even friends of hers. At the idea Phosphorus gives Sen is glad she has a rifle on her slung on her back to provide a means of defense for her if there's any longer ranged trouble that needs taking care of quickly. Sen hears the woman on the podium talk about why they're all assembled today. She finds vague words, but some sense of purpose in them. She did try to be prepared for as much as she could be with a duffle bag containing all she doesn't have worn at the moment.

Astara has a conflicted look on her face in response to Aaron's speech, but still makes a confirming nod to show her support. She then begins surveying around to see others' reactions - and to see who else is here she might now. No one yet, but some did say they were interested in attending, so she waits and sees...

"As much as anyone. I have my doubts, admittedly." Redd isn't too visibly enthused, but he raises a hand. "What're we expecting to go against?" He rubs his muzzle, talking to nobody in particular, and hardly in the midst of the crowd.

Thelergramor rubs the back of his neck while listening to things... greets those he knows with a nod in their general direction, though he answers Cameron as she gets all up near him. "Hello. Lotta people today." The fox shrugs, strokes the barrel of his Auto-Hammer, listenfoxes.

This means violence! Win. "Heh." The Fox is otherwise quiet, though. Shifts the autohammer to his back, gets a hand on his flamethrower. For burning out feral nests. Smartfox.

Fenris stands still, his striped tail swaying gently behind him. "What do you mean?" the tanuki calls, "Space for who? For the Z? And what about people already living out here? What kind of mob justice are you planning out here?" His burly arms stay folded and he looks mildly disaproving, but he hasn't left yet.

Ferus beams a smile at Aaron talking about the date and giving it a 'we've been idle' too long spin. Shi hasn't even been alive eight years! The perspective was - Fersus loses the moment as hir comm vibrates at her. A blinking a pink twenty sided die taking up it's display. The world as she knew it wasn't that small, but what would she know about what was? Music was treasure beyond compare to her and she'd heard maybe five whole songs in her whole life. Not even that otter artiest, with his gems, really measured up. It doesn't due for the game master to be late to hir own game though. Taking one more breath deep to inhale the moment, The margay taur stands and turns hir turns around to head back in side. It wouldn't due to be late or unprepared at all. It was a interesting project, and well worth coming back to help with. semi ood luckstar Ferus whispers as she disappears back into the lobby.

"Right, then." Phosphorus notes, shifting her weight off of her weapon and onto both of her feet, picking up the rifle and cradling it in her arms. Naturally, more territory being rendered so-called 'Feral-Free' is pretty good for all of the still-sentient ones, for the time being. Easier than trying to round all of them up and rehabilitate them, at least.

"I was trying to do that for years," Edel mumbles to herself, tipping back the brim of her hat. "But who knows, maybe there will be progress this time." She steps forward and folds her hands in front of her before speaking up. "It's a great goal. Many have tried, and many have failed. But say we are successful this time, where will the ferals go that already take that space? They've got to go somewhere, after all."

Cameron looks up to the podium and nods in agreement with the eager little bunny. Her head then shaking at the very little effort to reclaim Fairhaven so fair, still at least they were going to try now at least. Smiling she looked around at the crowd and all the faces, curious to see how all the others would take it and who was going to help. She gives the battle ready fox a small nod. "Yes there is. Hopefully it will go well. Think I can stick with you if you are coming to help? You seem ready for everything." She then smiles as she turns her attention back to the bunny and the questions being thrown her way. She did not envy her at all.

Razz Huffs and frowns , while it was something he'd help in... too many People, too many to risk too many Targets.. The wolf just nods to people and walks on past. "Good luck." he says quietly, headding out into the stresses they were supposedly going to 'make safer'.

Forkbomb bites his lip. Wow, twenty seconds in and he already wants to be an asshole. That's a record. He braces himself to run. "Um. What's your plan good... Ma'am? I, uh. I am /not/ a fan of just going block to block beheading folks. Torches. Pitchforks. Farmer hats. Just saying, that way is probably not the way forward, it's kinda a step or two or ten back."

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