Scouting Duty Scene - RPLOG
From Flexible Survival
Participants
Date
27/5/2023
Log
(Kishea) A man would get out of the shadows as he spot the scouting party arriving at the mission deployment point. "Psst over here" He would say quietly enough that even you could barely hear him as he waves at you all. "Good timing, theres some suspicious looking guy that i spotted, hes in the house over there but i cant watch all the exits at once." He would tell you.
(Arimia) A somewhat short humanoid woman makes her way toward the man, idly checking the two guns she has with her, one then the other. The guns are resecured at holsters on a belt around her waist, one also holding a sword. Admittedly, the leather belt clashes somewhat with the qipao that Arimia is wearing. At his words she turns her head to glance toward the indicated building before looking back toward the man. "I assume you have not seen any approach or enter the house?"
(Sheela) Sheela trotted attentively beside Zen, while she had a slightly apprehensive look and her ocean-blue eyes were already roaming vigilantly. It was not unusual for her to go on missions, but it was unusual to have such a vaguely defined goal. Honestly, was it even a good idea to go on such a mission when she herself had the wild and unruly instincts as a common Feral? Somewhat naively and at the same time sincerely, she had decided to go along with Zen, to reach the destination of the meeting point. "Mmh, hopefully people won't mind a Feral there..." she rumbled a bit worriedly, while her tail roamed back and forth a bit excitedly, in line with her typical gait on four paws. She was a snow-white Timber Wolf whose only protection consisted of a military-style harness, while small pockets allowed her to stow important items. As they approached the rendezvous point, she walked a little closer to Zen's side, while her gaze lowered a little and she saw a wide variety of mutants dedicated to this endeavor. With a shy wag of her elegant fluffy tail she greeted them all, before with a low reserved growl a yet friendly "Hey, are you all part of the scouting troupe?". Without detour, however, a man was already coming out of the thicket that enveloped an old house. Immediately, the snow-white wolf's fluffy ears pricked up before she released a warning growl at being startled. "Phew, damn, you scared me. But... but I guess the cat woman is right. Has anything happened around the house yet?", she growls softly, before she took a closer look at Arimia and even put her snout a little higher to get a wiff of her smell.
(Zen) Wearing nothing but the his natural fur coat, Zen trots up to the gathering of agents. At a glance, he'd resemble a true feral with his lack of equipment and his bestial, quadrupedal stance. Two tails dance behind him with an inquisitive nature as he sizes up the others, sniffing the air to familiarize himself with their scents. His dark, black fur would be the complimentary 'yin' to Sheela's 'yang'. With a rumble, he reassures his partner, "Don't worry, I'm sure a trained agent would be able to discern us from the other sex-crazed beasts." With a chuckle, he adds, "Well, maybe not. After all, we do enjoy those same, passionate activities as much as the next critter." After saying his piece to her, he looks towards the man who had moved out from the shadows. He was watching some suspicious looking person in a nearby house? What even constitutes as strange appearance in this age? For now, he'd remain relatively silent, happy enough to let the others do all the talking.
(Theia) Following a few paces behind the two wolves - on two legs, not four - is a grey-furred feline clad in a somewhat-battered leather jacket, a tank top and form-fitting cargo pants, with a single gun clipped to her belt. Pulling on a pair of black leather gloves as she strides towards the assembling group, she calls out after the couple. "Don't worry, if I thought you two were feral, you'd know by now. All is good, you're friends and not food..." Turning to the sketchy gentleman she adds, "So, what are we all here for then bossman?"
(Oswynd) Along comes Oswynd, humming to the tune of something he'd recently heard on the Zephyr network. Something-something-Hodd Toward and things just working? Fairhaven is an entertaining place, is it not? The dragon seems to be garbed in nothing other than a pair of loose cargo trunks, a blade dangling off of his hip, some kind of bizarre-o gauntlet latched to his left arm like some sort of metallic parasite. Elsewise he is completely uncovered above the waist, not a scrap of cloth to cover his chest, save for a pair of handwraps tightly wound around his knuckles. Just looking at the fella one can tell he prefers to resolve violent confrontation with his fists, trading protection for freedom of motion in all regards. When addressed by this weirdo however, Oswynd quirks a brow, turns his head towards the house in question, then returns those piercing faintly glowing golden irises to the stranger that'd addressed them. "Okay." He cracks his knuckles and puffs out two thin streams of steam. "That narrows it down to about two-thirds of the population, but alright." The dragon turns towards the rest of the group that'd congregated here. "Oswynd Ottkinson, nice to meet a few new faces. Looks like we're pressed for time though! Looks like we're running some P.I. work today." Whistling softly under his breath, the dragon rolls his shoulders and notes. "You lot look much much sneaker than I am, so I'd best provide a distraction for you folks to go snoop around for whatever's being super suspect in there. Buuuuut..." he snaps his fingers and fingerguns towards Theia. "The good question. Why exactly are we gonna go poking around someone's home?" Oswynd opens his arms and shrugs deeply, equally as confused about their assigned task here.
(Kishea) The man would shake his head. "After he entered no, dude was looking around like the devil was after him, although i did see a buff woman as the door opened from the guy knocks, man shes terrifying, must be at least 10 feet tall and looks like a spider leading a cult, if you see you'll understand instantly. The knocks were in morse code, i was able to decipher it, not sure what it means but it was Deganon." He would answer to you five before continuing. "How about i stay here and you guys check behind the house, we'll stay in touch with our comms."
(Arimia) The feline woman lets out a hum at the man's words, glancing toward the house again. "Right. I'll go ahead and slip around back." Having said so, Arimia moves away from the group. Between one step and the next she seems to disappear, though is likely simply taking advantage of what bits of cover there are among the outskirts of the city to remain hidden from sight. Making her way toward, then around the building, she keeps an eye open for any windows that are not boarded up, curtained off, or otherwise obscured that she can use to peek within.
