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.

(Kishea) Just before oswynd knock on the door... "What the fuck are you doing? youll ruin everything you dumb reptile!" The ghillie suit man would snap and would use his comm unit as he sees oswynd aproach the door and knocks.

(Kishea) The woman that opened the door would look at Oswynd barely keeping in her anger. "Ugh what are you? some sort of propagandist for the ooooh so great solar dragon, i dont care go pester someone else, why here of all place anyw- dont answer just... just go away im busy!" The woman would say semi angrily before closing the door.

(Arimia) Arimia frowns slightly as she peers through the window. When the conversation is interrupted a soft sigh escapes her. Ducking down out of sight she uses her comms, "At least seven inside. Spider, lizard, human. four others, couldn't tell through robes. Was mentioning proof of devotion. Cult-like behavior." A bit of irritation creeps through as she continues, "Was interrupted by knocking on the door before I could find out more." Her eyes flick toward the window again before she adds, "Without further avenues, will remain here to gather more information." After saying such, the feline woman moves to peer through the window again, going still as she settles in to listen and observe.

(Sheela) Now that she was on her own, she only caught a glimpse of the giant dragon strutting toward the door before she disappeared around the corner of the house and was far from the action of the front door. Of course, her attentive ears could eavesdrop on Oswynd's drivel, but that wasn't her job. She had to focus now on whether there was any suspicious activity, whether there was any occult activity going on here... would she spot some monstrous figure, some demonologic ritual, or something else that already existed far away from the bizarre world... what would she be likely to spy in the house, peering through the windows like a feral looking for food.

Suddenly, her ocean blue eyes detected a vague outline in the darkness of the room, something that did not fit into a house. Slowly a slight fur discoloration began to form on the snow white fur of Sheela, like a mask of a kitsunen deep blue textures painted themselves into her fur before all could hear her mental voice, "There...there's something like a door on the floor...something that leads deeper and looks decidedly clean unlike the house. Should I hold the here out or find a way in?" she rumbled softly in the minds of her group before their curiosity continued to grow as to what might be underneath. She began to look at the wall of the house to see if there was a window to sneak into, something that might allow her to get into the house unnoticed.

(Zen) Comfortably positioned at a spot he could respond to any unannounced trouble, Zen merely stretches as he watches Oswynd make his presence known at the front door. Since they were dealing with a minimum of two suspicious people, he decided to scan the area with his own nanomagic to keep the big dragon safe. You could never really know what abilities or powers people had at a glance! He was able to watch the interaction between the spider lady and Oswynd quite clearly from his post, and he could just about make out what was said between them. Internally, he chuckles at Oswynd's solicitor act, already drawing parallels to the aforementioned relative. Nothing looked too suspicious yet, at least, not from his perspective. Nobody liked to be interrupted by someone trying to sell some story at their front door! It was only moments later that Arimia and Sheela reported on their investigation and painted a better picture of what was going behind closed doors. Briefly, his focus shifts as his own discrete method of communication blooms. Reaching out to Arima, he asks, [Does anyone appear to be injured or in any manner of trouble? Anything that demands immediate action?] Honestly, at the moment, it seemed like they were just being nosy neighbors. Who knows, maybe all the cloak-and-dagger stuff was some kinky form of roleplay? If it was, they'd merely be voyeurs looking in from the boarded-up windows!

(Kishea) Kishea #last

(Theia) Dropping the rock to the floor and muttering "I still think my idea was better..." under her breath, Theia scampers ahead of Oswynd the Salesdragon up to the house, trying to keep out of sight of the few windows that remain. She finds a spot a few feet to the side of the door and crouches down with her back to the wall, completely out of sight from anyone inside; the suspicious residents would have to physically step ouside in order to see her. Looking up at her larger companion, she mouths a "ready!" and keeps quiet while the she watches the show, ready to spring into action should an opportunity arise.

Biting her lower lip to stifle a giggle at the performance, she listens to the intel fed through her earpiece with a nod to herself, before quietly shuffling along the wall of the house until she finds a suitable spot, she flashes the dragon a wink before springing into action. With more power than would be expected from her shapely feminine legs she leaps into the air, making it most of the way up the side of the building before her jump starts to fail. The snow leopard grabs hold of the wall in mid-air, trying to keep as silent as she reasonably can as she holds steady against the side of the building for a few long moments, ears straining to hear if her acrobatics drew the attention of the suspicious occupants, before she climbs the rest of the way onto the roof. Turning back to give the wolf across the street a thumbs up to confirm she didn't stack it onto the floor, she scans the roof with her keen eyes, looking out for any suitable vantage point or - ideally - a way inside.

(Oswynd) The instant that door opens, the dragon lets his gaze and sniffer take in every little bit of detail he can from behind the spider woman. He smirks softly when she dismisses him and simply shrugs his shoulders, turning away to return to a spot just out of sight from any of the windows or house doors. He leans against the nearby wall and shoots a message to the funny man that'd hired them. "It's called a distraction, if you wanted a group of ninjas, next time hire a group of ninjas." before putting his comm device away, the male simply bides and waits for a sign of trouble. Should his team need someone punched in the gut, he'd be ready to do the punching. Until then however, he simply holds back, given he is about as stealthy as a raging orangutan on two adrenaline shots in a room full of glassware. He does nonetheless keep an eye on the comms, his tail making little turns at its tip between his legs. One can only hope the rest are doing well in there. Whatever they're doing in there, it seems spookier than your average feral bopping.