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.
Anbessa returns Angus' smile with one of his own, his gloved hand tapping his spear's side as he glances around... Though he normally was used to seeing them around and propositioning people, he cannot help but feel slightly amused by their persistance today. "Think they will ever understand the concept of 'Don't mess with the people with big weapons'?" Anbessa asks out loud, him shaking his head before he lets his spear slide down his palm, the man letting the weighted end of the spear tap the ground like a walking stick. Though as he observes the others walking in, Nekura gets a rather interesting reaction, the human male's cheeks turning a bright pink before he turns his attention elsewhere. Gotta keep an even head for... Wait... "So... They said Collie herms, right?" He asks, glancing around curiously as he tilts his head. "All I see are the normal ones around here... Think they hunkered down into a building?"
Thelergramor glares at the latex one; somewhat less than amused. And then his rut hits him like a sack of bricks. Horny bricks. That look like pornstars. Sniffs at the latex one; and hates that for a brief moment he wanted to mount it. Shaking his head and backs away; with the unintended erection slipping out of his vulpine sheath. Wishes he wore pants today. "Fucking rut..." Really doesn't want to, but, instinct and all that. "Don't think you'd help much, can't breed a male." Looks over to Angus and Rokarion, then imagines cold showers and shit. Not ordinarily attracted to males. Unless they're Angus. "Not gonna happen. The, uh, mistress would eat me. So, back up and go do... latex stuff. Like getting shoved into an orifice. That isn't one of mine."
Leraji moves up to Angus' other side from Narg, glancing over the other agents. Her ears perk, and then she turns, eyeing several of the ferals. "Hey, you. Where are the dogs that were causing trouble earlier?" she calls.
Cythim grabs her sword, and quickly checks her sword, seeing if the chains weren't stiff or anything before activating it, making sure that she doesn't shock herself in the process. Then she moves next to Thelergramor saying, "As much as i know, i'd rather let Thel getting occupied. But then, some may not like.". She points her sword toward the latex. "Move aside, or suffer my wraths.".
Angus flicks his ears a bit as he nods to Anbessa. "Yes, I noticed that they seem to be trying to hide in that building over there." He states as he nods his head towards one of the office buildings as he adjusts the strap of his rifle, letting it hang off his side and keep his hands empty as he starts walking in the direction he pointed towards. "Lets see if we can't talk to them eh?" He comments, flashing a smile as he removes his sunglasses to try and look less threatening then he is.
Rokarion sighs, the frigid freckle-faced human is already tired of this routine, looks like no matter how many times you say no those things will always try anyway. The human moves a hand to deattach their black coloured rifle from the side of their backpack, before tuning down the rifle's setting to one of the medium settings, after all the human just wants to get to the real trouble makers, not make clean holes in your run-of-the-mill mutants. Rokarion turns back to Angus, and nods, "Thank you for the compliment Mister Angus, however it was necessary after all the blood that stained Tutamen, my shield drone." And stained the human too! With a couple of taps on a device latched onto the human's forearm, their drones stop moving about, and return to the side of their master, merely as a show of force really those mutants were obviously no match for them.
Meanwhile Nekura spots a foxy hitting on Thele and decides to steal their attention since she knows the other vulpine doesn't like boys. So she migrates over to whree they are and introduces the male to her boobhat greeting. "Why don't you leave my poor teammate alone and pay attention to someone who actually wants it?" she snickers.
Narg snuffles as she moves up to Angus' side as well, sticking just out to the side so she isn't making the group a jumble of bodies that is easy to hit if it comes to that. Her eyes keep on the ferals plying around the ground, watching for signs of anything suspicious.
Anbessa cannot help but chuckle as he watches the others in the group briefly. Looking back over to Angus though, he nods his head as he returns his attention over towards the others. "Oi, when you all are ready, c'mon!" Turning about, he pads off after Angus, his spear's flat weighted side tapping the ground with each other step as he follows after the 'yote. "I always like a nice chat with those who need it." With a soft hum, and his spear tapping the ground like a walking stick all the way, he glances back towards the others briefly before returning his attention back forward towards the building.
The pair of eyes from inside one of the decaying buildings looks to Angus as he looks to them. A whimper is easily heard, but the figure doesn't move, just stares for now, hand paws against the window ledge, nose, eyes, and ears just barely up over the edge as whomever it is stares, but, even noticing he or she has been noticed, they didn't run.
The mutants around look at Cythim and Leraji, not giving them too much mind, though a husky walks up to Leraji, "Oh, I could tell you something, if you want to make it worth my wild. What would you give me in trade?" She asks, with a grin!
The latex fox gives a slightly squeeky yip when Nekura boob hats him, looking hir over. With a smile he gets out from under the breasts, turns around, and grips them tightly, "Well, why didn't you ask before?" He says.
Rokarion already began moving towards the building the moment Angus mentioned it, looking down at their device, making some final checks in case of combat, before looking back at the building, and marching towards it in a confident gait, the drones hovering around them. Rokarion only spares the rest of the group a glance, shaking their head, and looking back at building, and saying in their usual nonchalant, but polite tone, "I would rather finish this as fast as possible, so I will be heading over towards the building. You can loiter here as much as you want." Rokarion then spots the whimpering figure, before adding in a whisper to Angus, "I don't suppose they are hiding in that building? Or is it just a scout?"
Angus perks his ears up curiously as they don't flee, how odd. "Lets just hope they are in the mood for a chat and we aren't walking right into their den." He answers Anbessa as he reaches back into his pack to pull out some jerky. That's when he notices Nekura, and he turns around to shout. "Oi! I wouldn't do that!" He shouts with his hands over his muzzle. "I'd rather not have to tear any more throats out or shoot people because you started a feral frenzy."
Thelergramor has almost completely forgotten what they were doing here. "Hmm..." The fox sniffs around for collies. With herm genitalia. Then, moves back from the group. SNiper, should keep atta distance. Perks his ears at 'feral frenzy' and grins. "I have grenades for that Angus!"
