Perfect Peach Parlay - RPLOG
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Sunday November 3, 2019=Log=
"God..." *clank* "Fucking..." *thud* Magnus would be heard cussing loudly as he dangles over the rim of what was a large six person jeep's bonnet, hammering away at the engine in some haphazard way it seems. Several more parts are flung out from there as a frustrated looking fennec's ears swish about in response to his acute muzzle sniffing for trouble. Two wrenches, a screwdriver and a doughnut follow the pile of thrown out bits and bobs... "Come ooooonnnn..." Magnus gripes as he leans away from the engine block and rubs his forehead. He'd examine a metal piece in his hand, then throw it over one shoulder. "That probably wasn't important."
The fox then moves over towards the driver's seat, opens the door and turns the ignition key. The engine whirrs once, twice, thrice and finally starts up with a resounding roar! Its driver looked both ecstatic and relieved to hear the glorious noise of machinery at work. Grabbing a moist towel to wipe his hands with, Magnus flings it over one shoulder, then moves back up to the front, shuts the bonnet and collapses back atop the hood of their transport. Out here, he was alone with his gear and his vehicle, amidst the scorching sands and desert heat, which... were both neither sorching nor not at this time of year, but what they were is empty, vacant, dull to look at. Still! He'd be easy to find!
A serpentine figure slithers across the sands of the desert, clad in a combat harness with a sleek looking, modified PPD-VA under her armpit, various electronic gizmos attached in many places, and a plenty of pockets and satchels. On her back, there is a clunky sniper rifle and a short blade. As she gets loser, she waves to the Fennec. "Heya Mags! I brought guns! Because, you know, you never know!"
Without further ado, she clumsily tries to stuff her long, serpentine body into the jeep. Mumbling to herself, she says, "Jeez, how am I supposed to fit here... I swear, if someone steps on my tail.."
In the distance, a pointed, furless ear twitches. That's got to be the guy who set this meeting up. A figure only slightly taller than a human approaches, covered in green clothes and brown leather. Short brown hair and sharp green eyes lurk under a travelling hood, with a quiver peeking over his shoulder as if a second head. This look wouldn't be out of place at an old-world Renaissance Faire if not for the bits of biological Promethean armor plating layered strategically outside of the clothes, or the arsenal of more modern weapons that completely shatter the illusion. An old Russian semi-auto pistol and short pump-action shotgun are strapped in easy-to-reach locations, and some weird electronics in the vague shape of a rifle hang from a sling across his chest. He rises to his full height, removing a rectangular electronic abomination from a pouch at his hip and scanning its lens across the landscape. He spots the car, its owner, and a chimeric snake-goo woman who made it there before him. Yep. This has to be the meeting. He approaches from the roadside after a brief walk. "Magnus," he addresses the fennec with a friendly tone and a curt nod. "Ma'am - if looks aren't deceiving," he greets the other mutant, pulling his hood back to reveal some decidedly elven features. Definitely not Faire material. "I don't think we've met. Name's Richard. Nice to meet you!"
Escherr Arrives not first nor last or late as walks through the various parts of the jeep strewn about. To bad he could offer little help in the fixing of vehicles, had to be such an effort to keep those working now of days. Still watching the small fox move about and soon the roar of the engine showing signs of life, least they would not be walking.
The street shaman was out of practice but the need to further the goals and the asking for those with negotiation skills offered him a chance to dip his claws back in the pool. Putting on his best face rather litterally with a friendly fossa smile. Ears flicking as others speak up. "Shown weapons are never a great first impression is what concealed is for." Offering that same charming smile the form offers to the two already standing there "As for your tail I am sure a few would not mind to be coiled in it and prefer it to seatbelts." Least the group was a diversed group so far, having to wait for others the cat lept up top to sit some and wait and soak in some of the sun
Why... Is that a satyr coming this way? Quite a diverse group we're getting here. Bleu strides across the sands on his cloven hooves, wearing a blue windbreaker over his upper body to keep warm, but other naked to the elements. He's decidedly unarmed, as well, but he does carry a satchel and his comm. Raising a hand to shield his eyes, he calls out, "Mags, Darling! Bet you didn't expect your new mate to come along!" As he nears the jeep, the satyr nods his horned head to the others, none of whom he immediately recognizes. "Well, I brought wine! These will be most enjoyable negotiations!"
Fenris trots across the desert to the appointed meeting spot, his gear jangling as he jogs along. The wide-brimmed, white stetson perched on his head shields his eyes from the sun, but he wears little else aside from an open, plaid shirt and a heavy gun belt that holds his gear.
The burly tanuki bounces to a stop next to the jeep. "One tanuki, ready for action!? he says jovially, considering the size of the vehicle and his own bulk. He puts out a hand at the height of the jeep, then moves his hand up to the top of his head, then looks around at the other people around him. He ponders for a moment, then produces a pair of earings from his belt and puts them carefully in his ears.
"Wubwubwubwub!? he burbles as he visibly shrinks, ?Tanuki: Travel-Size! Dibs on Shotgun!? He scrambles around to clamber into the front passenger seat. "Hey, Magnus!? he grins, ?And hello to the rest of you!? He grins even bigger when the satyr arrives and offers wine. "That is what I like to hear!?
Running a little late- Though not running, certainly- Nena smoothly saunters in, hands in her coat pockets. The bat woman is, as usual, visibly unarmed and unarmoured, and she snuffs out a cigarette as a courtesy as she draws closer. "Sorry I'm late. I had to get the laundry in and folded before I could go running off for adventure. Good to see I didn't miss the ride, though." Finding space for her shouldn't be too big of a problem. By old world standards, she was what could be considered... Compact, though perfectly within the realm of average.
"Shepard." Magnus answers Richard with a dim snicker before pulling off his work overalls, revealing anther outfit beneath. Tossing the oil-stained work duds into the trunk, he shuts it promptly and looks towards Uvi. "Heya gummyworm. Hopefully you won't need to use those cause we are intercepting a caravan where a lot of my kids are working." He'd cast a wink her way, then lean against the jeep door and await the arrival of the others. Once escherr arrives, a feline of sorts with enough bling to hurt the eyes of the blind, Magnus snickers quietly and greets him. "Honorary Mall Rat are we?" is what he'd remark with a wink and a smirk "Doesn't matter, Mag's the name, thrills are my game, and it's been a while since I turned the engine over on this old bird, so here we are!" He'd extend an introduction toward Escherr, and anyone else who cared for it too!
Turning towards Bleu, Magnus closes the distance, gives the slutty satyr's ass a quick smack and rumbles. "No, but I'm expecting you to be cumming a lot when I'm balls-deep in you later." he'd practically smolder through lidded eyes, then part from him with a wink and a snicker. Upon Fenris' arrival, Magnus raises a finger to address the size issue, however... he seems to have handled it all on his own, leaving the fennec with a raised finger and a slightly open muzzle. "Okay, that fixes that. Heya detective. Welcome and all that jazz. I want a drink myself but I'll be driving, so... best I save you folks that trouble, haha~" Magnus snickers into one hand, then addresses Nena, with a hug, and a squeeze. "You're just in time."
With that, the fox rolls over to the jeep and hops into the driver's seat. He revs the engine, and honks the horn twice! "Let's go folks! Briefing while on the road! If anyone has any travel music requests, do make them known, else I am blasting Daft Punk!" Magnus announces as all the jeep doors open at once, inviting everyone in to take a seat. The car itself wasn't much to look at. It was renovated, painted an army green and carrying several dents with pride, a sturdy warmare to be sure, astonishingly powerful-sounding if the engine sounds is anything to go by too!
The lamia winks back at Magnus, and when the satyr arrives and she, she can't help but wonder exactly how many mates does Magnus have... She refuses the wine, saying that she doesn't drink on the missions, and once everyone has arrived, the girl peeks out of the vehicle, waving and greeting everybody. With a cheerful tone in her voice, she says, "Hello everybody! I'm Uvi, at your service! Well, as long as the service is reasonable.." Frowning her nose, she adjusts her glasses and adds, "Hop in! Just.. don't step on my tail."
Richard raises an eyebrow at the desert-doggo. "I'm not gonna jinx it with the proper response. You just fixed the damn thing, right?" He asks, nodding towards the car's engine. "Shame they never got to finish that series." He spares a glance towards the fossa as well. "True. Not like there are cops for us to call out here, though. Most of you guys are wicked short. Gotta have some muscle, or at least a discreet overwatch." He looks towards the tanuki in particular. Then he looks back to Magnus. "That's not kosher by pre-nanite standards. Minimum height for the passenger seat is at least 4 feet for safety reasons. Gods forbid we crash out here without nanites to quick-fix anything." A finger pointed to the satyr. "Let's save that for the celebration." He starts walking towards the car, just barely heeding Uvi's request. It moves side to side a lot, okay? That tail is hard to predict!
The feline flashes those pearly sharp teeth. "Nothing honorary about it. Is what I am naturally but igured this ride needed a friendly face and who doesn't love a friendly cat?" Chuckling a bit. "Escherr, been busy for awhile but use to come out to these things often. Japan, Goblins, sewers and more" To name just a few. Seemed least a few knew eachother and by the open display had a night of fun or two.
"Am ok with that pick of music, is either that or some of the music from the early Mad Max's......Made myself feel old" Chuckling some as jumped into the jeep and into the back though slipping over a coil and if not tangled in snake tail looking a tad pathetic like a cat tangled in string "Help.... Should of stayed on the roof."
Bleu moans into that sudden kiss and the smack from the fennec. "Eee... Yes, believe me, there'll be plenty of cumming, my little Love Muffin..." Turning his attention to the others, he takes notes of their various shapes, though he's moderately dismayed to note that the handsome elven man, Richard, seems to be a bit of a wet blanket. He could have a lot of fun rubbing those ears... Right-o, into the jeep, huh?" He starts to climb in after Escherr, deftly avoiding Uvi's tail. "Afternoon, Little Lady," he says to her, all Western-like. "Let's get this party on the road, eh?"
Fenris throws himself into his seat, buckles up, and turns to raise an eyebrow at Richard?s concern. The eyebrow quickly turns into a grin. ?Don?t worry about me,? he says jovially.
The tubby tanuki approves of and sings along, badly, to Magnus?s music choice. Not that his voice is bad, it is just that he only knows every fourth or fifth word, interspersing them in with his own nonsense lyrics. The shrunken raccoon-dog waves a chubby paw toward the back seat. ?As a card carrying Tanu- er, police detective, I am required by law to inspect any and all alcoholic beverages!? He reaches his arms above his head and his hands are visible from the back seat, making little grabby motions.
Returning the hug, Nena offers a slight smile. "Good. I would have even frowned had I gotten here only to find everyone gone." She climbs nimbly into the vehicle, avoiding the tail and other limbs as she finds a spot to settle. "If we're doing the introduction thing, I'm Nena. And I think I'll pass on the drink for now, but thanks. I'm not a huge wine girl, usually. It has to be a special. And uhh, whatever music really!"
It turns out that all Fenris would be singing along to were three words... "Around the world, around the world~" it seems, someone had remixed the classic hit from the legend Daft Punk, and Magnus was blasting that the moment everyone takes their seat in the jeep. "Fuck it. Hit me with some wine anyway." Magnus nods towards Bleu, before revving up the engine. He nestles into his seat and rolls down his window. His hand locks around the handbreak, foot presses down on the gas pedal, the tires spin up behind them, kicking up a massive dust cloud, before he releases the break and everyone feels the jolt of sudden acceleration! Truly, their transport was a beast of glorious, unbridled might! The team find themselves peaking highway speeds as the suspension handles the road imperfections with dignity and grace. The fennec drapes one arm over the open window and bobs his head to the sounds of the music, his other hand gripping the steering wheel at the top.
There weren't many turns to make, thankfully... it was all a flat, empty, sandy expanse in every direction around them, even as they leave the bubble. "ALRIGHT! Briefing time! We are to meet my son, Garry. Yes, Garry. He's arranged for some valuables to be handed off from the caravan he travels with, not for free obviously! Zephyr's already given me a grant." The fennec hooks a thumb behind himself to the trunk of the jeep. "Food, water, medicine, antivenom, basic survival stuff for the desert folks to make use of. Though stingy as they are, I doubt the nomads are gonna take so little for components so valuable. They know what they have and they are gonna play hardball for it! Our job is to secure the deal and haul the servos back. OH! Right, it's Heavy Duty Servos. That's what we're trading for."
"Now, understand that my kid ain't a big wheel in that caravan. He's worked really hard to get them to even consider trading with us, so don't expect favoritism, quite the opposite. Those nomads follow a routine, so them stopping just for us has already pissed them off. Put on your friendliest, don't get rough with them, I don't want trouble, alright?" The fennec instructs as they ride the dunes in their transport. "Should only be that. Nothing more to it, we grab the loot and skoot." Magnus nods and casts a glance around the others. "You folks got a plan? I'm not gonna be helping you. Not exactly a negotiator myself..."
"Ack! Ack!", exclaims the lamia girl, panicking as Escherr gets all tangled up with her coils. She tries her best to release the poor fossa, squirming and wiggling in her seat. "Ack! And you are tickling me, AAaah!" She holds her nerdy glasses with one hand to prevent them from falling, because loosing her glasses somewhere under the seat in a fully packed car is the last thing she wants. Well, there definitely could be worse things, like getting killed on the mission, or Magnus choosing to play some silly dance pop music. Having finally managed to succesfully release Escherr, she says, "Alright, only one tangled up mutantperson, I call it a success." She listens through the briefing without saying a word. Her smile withers when she hears that she probably won't have the occasion to shoot stuff, but a faint glimpse of hope can still be seen in her brown eyes.
Richard buckles himself in. Safety first! He also notices the looks the satyr is giving him. "I'm with the bat on this one. It stops being special if it's an all-the-time thing. Speaking of..." He relaxes back into his seat. "What's goin' on between you and Rommel up there?" As he nods towards the fennec, he catches a glimpse of the desert fox reaching for the wine with an officer of the law clawing for their own share of the booze. Between the hard negotiations ahead and the Driver's Ed PSA scenario he's gotten himself into, he can't help himself. "Fuck it, give me a thimble full of that stuff too." While he waits for a drink, he flips the safety of his shotgun on.
"Sorry sorry." Though unable to hold back a bit of laughter at the expense of himself and Uvi till untangled and finding a seat with a content sigh of relief "Drinking is fine just watch the road head now that can cause an accident." With the wine being passed around took some himself but unlike some friends did not down to much as it could effect the fossa much easier.
If anything the music only showcased some of that inner Mall Rat as the feline moved to it tail twitching and rings tapping at his peircings making a bit of a click to the beat as nodded along with it even closing his eyes as if listening on a headset. Still he listened to the debrief "Is always promise to bring other things out as well or our own funds. I can normally dig something up for anyone. May even be something in my pockets" Patting around some and finding a few diffrent things "Oh thats new" Putting it in another pocket as if to keep it. "If any of the wine makes it to the caravan is that to."
Bleu came prepared, it turns out. He starts pulling cups out of his satchel, and passes one to each passenger that asked for wine, then he uncorks his bottle and starts filling each cup. "Desert Fox, Rommel. So you're a history buff, err, Richard, was it?" He takes a long swig of his own wine, before answering the elf's question. "Mag and I are rather newly mated, so to speak... Been friends awhile, but he rocked my world a couple weeks ago, and thus we decided to go all the way." He smirks, lecherously, giving Richard another appraising look. So handsome to look at. "What about yourself? Don't believe we've met... You new to Fairhaven?"
Fenris gradually gets the hang of ?Around the World,? and bops along happily to the remix, looking like an excited toddler or chubby pet in the front seat. ?Servos, hard-nosed traders. Got it,? he says, ?And Z is footing the bill? Perfect.? The tanuki gladly takes a cup as Bleu distributes the goods and drinks it carefully as the jeep rumbles through the wasteland.
He sighs happily and thumps his belly with a sound like a bass drum in appreciation of the drink. ?Satyrs always have good stuff,? he says, then continues to tap out a drum beat along to the soundtrack as they all travel on.
"... Well, I just prefer beer," Nena says with a wry smirk. "Unless it's rice wine, I usually don't drink wine outside of certain events." She adjusts her glasses and folds her arms, which has the added effect of wraping herself in a cloak of wings- Or maybe a blanket. "Yes... It's a trade, right? So it's just a matter of finding what they want, and compromising with what we can provide. I do not have much in the way of objects to give, but I have other things. I am not empty handed." Her large ears twitch a little at the music. "What can you tell us about this caravan? Their routes, places they visit, the like. That will help me make appropriate offerings."
