Scouting Duty Scene - RPLOG

Participants

• Arimia
• Kishea
• Oswynd
• Sheela
• Theia
• Zen

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.

(Sheela) Once everyone had gathered, Sheela couldn't help but turn to Theia with a soft smile, "Mmm, seems like you hunt ferals as some sort of treat more often~ Oh, my name is Sheela by the way~" she jokes softly before looking to the giant dragon and growling questioningly, "Ottkinson?! Are... are you related to Magnus?" she growled a bit confused before focusing on the man who finally gave some details on what was really behind this mission. "10 feet tall and in the house of a cult... or whatever... Deganon?" she rumbled nervously before swallowing audibly, not knowing if it was smart to deal with an occult lunatic. Since there seemed to be no time for questions, no time to get to know the group first, she thought about how she could be most useful to the group.

Just as she was about to start thinking about a plan, Arimia was already walking on the path of shadows... literally!... It was as if Arimia had disappeared from one second to the next. "Mmh, seems like I'll sneak to the other side and see what I can spy!" she growled excitedly before looking to Zen and nodding gently to him. "I wish you luck Oswynd! Sell that guy a vacuum cleaner or something!" she jokes before digging her four paws into the crust of the earth and disappearing with a small leap in the opposite direction of Arimia to get her first look at the house. She lowers her body while her tail wags gently and she peers into the windows to see if she can spot anything that might give us further clues.

(Zen) As the grey-furred feline approached from behind, Zen's ears dialed towards her when she spoke to them. Quipping back, he rumbled, "Friends not food, huh? Does that mean you go around hunting ferals for your next meal? Heh, if so, you best be careful where you decide to hunt." His ears flicker again towards the dragon that had stepped up and introduced himself. He wasn't the least bit recognizable, not from his scent or his general appearance. However, that name he gave suggested he was related to someone he was quite familiar with. Turned towards Oswynd, he growled, "You said, Ottkinson? While I don't believe we've met, I think I may be familiar with a relative of yours. Maybe we could chat once this business with the 'mysterious man' is dealt with." Deciding to take a more supportive role, he growls, "While the rest are off sneaking a peek through the windows, I'll casually wait out front. It isn't like it would be odd for someone to be walking on the sidewalk." With that said, he casually walks to a spot near the front and leans against one of the damaged street lights that line the street.

(Theia) Theia chuckles at the parting remarks clung her way, as she watches some of her companions silently skulk out of sight and loop around the back of the building. She gives them enough time to get fully out of sight and around the back of the building before bending down to pick up a single smooth stone from the floor, a chunk somewhat smaller than her fist. Tossing the rock in the air and letting it fall back into her palm, she turns to her draconic companion. "Hey you, good to see you again. I don't know about you, but I'd just make too much noise if I tried to follow that lot. I'm kinda bad at the whole cat thing, I guess... shall we go cause that distraction you mentioned, and give them some space to explore?" As she says the word "distraction", she traces the proposed trajectory of that rock from her hand to the door with her eyes, making clear her intentions. "We could hide behind those old cars and keep a lookout from here, if you wanted. Or...", she pauses, a mischevious grin spreading across her cute face. "Or, we could do something really stupid, and try and lure the big chicka out of the house?" She looks back across the street at the house in question, taking in the boarded up windows, trying to map out safe ways to approach unseen, before letting out a sigh. "Well, whatever we do, we probably shouldn't leave wolfie over there standing out there like a lemon. That would be mean. And I'm not a mean person... allegedly."

(Oswynd) Shooting Zen a wink, Oswynd nods and adds "That doesn't narrow it down much, but my folks are known to roam so I'd love to get to know a friend of the family! But yes, we have work to do!" The dragon waits for his team to get into their positions, given the male was kind of huge and in no way stealthy with the light he gives off. HOWEVER! Once everyone had repositioned to make their sneaky stealthy observations of the house, he clears his throat and makes directly for the front door. *knock knock* his fingers rap against its surface. Whenupon someone opens up, the dragon flashes his most charismatic smile and starts speaking with a voice laden with showmanship!

"Good afternoon and fair tidings to you fine madam! I come representing the Solar Attendants inhabiting our LOVELY, PICTURESQUE mountain peak far off to the northeast! DID YOU KNOW, that EVERY SINGLE DAY we see poachers and scouts both corporate and otherwise surveying the area, greedily peering left and right surveying the terrain for riches to steal? WELL fair madam! I need only a moment of your time and a signature on my little petition right here, that we might PUSH BACK against the greedy corporate fat cats trying to desecrate our homeland and the picturesque view we have all come to enjoy!"

Oswynd leans against the doorframe and waves a hand out over towards the horizon "Just imagine madam! All that wonderful natural wildland marred... ruined by logging!" he gasps "Quarrying! Mining! Truly unacceptable I tell you!" Before the arachnid could say anything else, Oswynd adds in "AND! Just because you seem like a fair and fine lady of quality, I am willing to add YOUR signature madam, that's right! To the Nature Preservation Fund sweepstakes! Oh yes! One little scribble right here and you could win more freecred than anyone knows what to do with! Trust me, we are quite literally made of gold." The dragon casts his 'client' a wink, fingers rapping against the metallic scales adorning his arm.

(Kishea) As Arimia looks through a window, she would see a tall spider woman in revealing black robes that would make her looks like a satanist to christians, she had 4 persons in blacks robes behind her, although those ones werent as revealing. The buff woman was talking to 2 persons, one was a small human man and the other a slightly taller lizard girl. "...There is no turn back, you must prove your devotion by- what is the meaning of th-...!" The spider would turn toward the door and see a very bright coloured dragon through the broken door windows."Ugh... i hope its not what i think this is about..." The catgirl would hear the woman say and slap her forehead as Oswynd knocks on the door. Meanwhile, Sheela would see through a semi barricaded window that there was a fortified trapdoor that looked in much better condition than the house.