A little late for Christmas - RPLOG
From Flexible Survival
Participants
Date
13/4/2013
Log
The broadcast goes out through all the factions asking for someone to take care of this theft. Doesn't take long before information is going back around to everyone. A particular juicy bit of information is in the form of House cat named Roger who is currently at the mall buying supplies. He is dressed in nothing but a trucking hat with the words, 'NRA for Life', as he buys an unaturally large amount of bullets and weapons. "Damn bandits taking all my stuff. If'n I had a bigger gun, I would have blasted them and dumped the bodies in the river!" He grumbles to a few nearby mall rats who just shake there head at how uncool he sounds.
A honey-tan mall rat seperates from the crowd and pads over to Roger. The tall rat doesn't speak, but stares restlessly over his shoulder, waiting for the arrival of his compatriots.
Daniel had heard of the recent thefts, making sure to lock away any important medical supplies such as what's needed for brain surgery and such. He wouldn't mind losing a few bandages, or a first aid kit or two, but those... he'd be quite upset. The fairy had come to the mall to investigate, not really having much else to do, so he might as well try to figure out what the cause was. Hearing Roger however, he's intrigued... does he know the thieves? From the distance, he too flutters over to the feline.
Tyl would take the job at the mall simply because he needed every little bit of money he could get his hands on. After packing his armor up as tightly as he could into a black duffle bag and slinging his trusty submachine gun over his shoulder, he'd head off to the mall from his apartment. Once he arrived, he'd immediately be on the look out for anyone who was interested in the same job, figuring that it might be best to deal with bandits in a group. Eyes and ears scanned and pivoted for information, as his violet tail was kept steady behind him. Right off the bat he'd pick out Aescher, as the only mall rat in the entire place seemingly occupied by a task, as well as Daniel, headed over to the loudly complaining naked cat. Figuring that Daniel had the right idea, he rushed forwards to walk beside the fairy, introducing himself as he got there. "Hey. You here about the thefts, too?" he'd ask. "I'm Tyl. Tyl Frank Tygard. Mind if I join you?"
If Tyl really was on the look out for any who would possibly join in on the bandit hunt, then he would of probably noticed Angus. Not very easy to blend into a crowd when your a coyote wearing a charcoal black peacoat, with a heavy all metal hammer slung over their shoulder by a leather strap. Like the others Angus had recieved the broadcast. "Hello all." The coyote greeted as he stepped up next to Tyl and Aescher. "Think you have room for one more?"
A grin crosses rogers face, "Well then your all right with me. I'll tell you what I know for free since these friendlier rats have given me a discount." He grins at the group, "I want to tell you this they are coming from somewhere around the zoo. I didn't get a good look at them but they are really small and one of em has bells. They take stuff all willy nilly and run away at the first sign of danger. They even took my baby, My Reckoners.." He begins to list all of the badass features of a certain rocket launcher.
Aescher's face almost seems to melt off of his skull at the mention of a rocket launcher. The rat quickly picks his jaw up off the floor and his expression becomes far more grim it's obvious he's trying to enter another mode of though. "How many of these things did you have stolen," the rat manages to choke out.
Daniel gives the newest house cat a quick glance, nodding with a little smile. "Sure am, despise thievery myself, wanna find out why they're doing it. Need to find out if this is some kinda Robin Hood scenario or something." He shrugs a bit, remembering a thievery case a few months ago involving curious feral children. When the cat asks to join, he gives a bit of a nod, "Sure, you're bigger than me so I suppose you could be the detective, and I could be your very own Dick Grayson." With a smile, he tacks on, "That's Robin." As the trucker-hat clad feline speaks of what was stolen, he crosses his arms and quirks a brow, "That sounds like quite the piece of tech you had stolen... wonder what they'd need with it though? No real need for such heavy ordinence now-a-days, no bank safes to break into! Well, none I know of at least." He rubs his chin, wondering if he should have stashed away his newest cyborg body model away as well...
Tyl flickered his ear at the mention that this fairy was a thief himself. This put him on a suspect list, as someone who was possibly here to make sure the case didn't get solved. Also observing Angus for a moment as he joined up with their group, and Aescher finally. Neither of them were made suspects for now, and a complete lack of suspicion was placed on the Mall Rat, for obvious reasons. Cat put those thoughts aside for now, though. "I hear you." he'd reply, before giving a friendly nod and smile to Robin. After Daniel mentioned the lack of need for such a weapon anymore, Tyl would butt in with: "No need? What do you mean 'no need?' There are plenty of possible scenarios in which you'd need to blow something, or a tough someone, up." before finishing speaking on a different tangent, "But, more importantly, our Mall Rat friend here asked a very good question. How much else was stolen? As complete a list as possible would be very helpful."
Angus cuckles lightly at the mention of the rocket launcher. "Oh good, more things go boom." He mutters lightly, a hand tugging on the strap of his hammer as he stands there. Tyl's gaze is met with a flick of his ears, the coyote looking rather bored as he listened in on the conversation. "He's right you know." He said to Daniel. "There are a few things that could merit a Rocket to the face, or the ass really. Whichever is needed."
The nude cat shakes his head, "Two Reckoners, fifteen grenades, a submachine gun, a AA-12 with gernade attachment, and many many knifes. I don't have a completely list but I've manage to restock most of it. I'm just getting ready winter. Where I live fuckin' otters seems to like to come a little to close to home and if you do end up findin' the dirty bandits, I'll pay ya person for the pelt of each and every one of them" The Trucker cat shakes his head and scratches his asscrack. "Now if you'll be excusing me, I'm going to go finish for a bit of catfish and maybe an ottergirl if'n I'm lucky. if you willin to help and collect that reward I would check around the zoo at night. Follow the sounds of bells and you'll probably find the dirt bandits.." He lets out a rancid fart and excuses himself, "Whewwww that a code red, i shouldn't have eaten that week old cabbage." He walks away from the mall with nothing much than a dufflebag, his hat, and a AR-15 slung over his shoulder.
Aescher rubs his temples as the cat lists what was stolen and mentions bringing back pelts. The rat almost looks ready to hit the cat as he farts, but somehow resists the urge and moves back to the gathering of mall rats. He shakes his head emphatically as they have a whispered conversation.
Daniel quirks his brow at Tyl's explination, rubbing his chin just a bit as he nods, "Right, keep forgetting that there are /big/ mean things out there. Well... bigger than you guys at least." He shudders to imagine anything larger than the people that make up this group, him being so tiny he'd be no match for such things without his new body. He gags a bit, especially if any of them could release anything as foul as what the trucker just had. With a punch of his wristpad, and the sound of a few beeps and whirs, his breathing shuts down and is taken over by the automatic recycling function of his internal rebreather. "Note to self, tone down sense of smell..." He murmurs as he withdraws a notebook, scribbles something back, and tucks it back. "So, shall we be on our way Batman?" He directs towards Tyl in a slightly raspier voice, it was hard to talk without breathing after all! "We have a few leads, look around the zoo, make note of suspicious bells..."
Tyl covers his nose and mouth and holds his breath, quietly, until the smell passes by. Afterwards, the cat would turn towards Daniel and nod. "Sure. Unless anyone in the party wishes to see if they can find a can of deodorizor somewhere in this mall, first." he'd joke, turning his head to face Angus. "You ready, er, Mr...?" he'd trail off, waiting to receive the name of his new companion. "Oh, and I don't beleive I have your name, either." he'd then add, quickly turning back towards Daniel.
Angus rolls his eyes and folds his ears back as the Cat farts, really tempted to shift him to a skunk just for making them suffer. "Don't really have to be big to merit a rocket. Just have to be tough." He commented to Daniel, ears perking back up as he turns to Tyl. "Oh sorry, my apologizes. I'm Angus, nice to meet you." With a grin he then shrugs, jokingly taking a look over his shoulder to make sure his hammer is still there as he pats the revolver at his side. "Yup, ready to go."
As the group approach the zoo there is a very large skunk girl, she has to be atleast ten feet tall. around her are very wounded and battered looking felines. She is carrying a bag over her should. She is carefully dragging the felines in a neat row and pulling random peices of metal out of her bag and placing it near each one of them. The final felines is a large loin nearly as big as the giant skunk girl. She chitters happily giving the lion a pet on the head while giving him a stange club that glows brightly. The lion look at it and gives it a few swings and smiles as the skunk claps happily. The lion grunts and attempts to grab the skunk girl who swats his cock hard enough to make the poor feral howl in pain. She looks a little mad but just takes her bad and walks away proudly.
Daniel quirks his brow at the sight they were treated with once they arrived at the zoo. "... Well it would seem you guys were right about giant things, she's... a good deal larger than any skunk girl I'd seen before." Interesting shift in anatomy that's for sure, he ponders what might have caused the evolutionary mutation, but what he wondered even more was why she was handing out various scraps of metal by her victims rather than raping them. "Odd culture as well, I-" He pauses as he spots a sheet of aircraft grade aluminum by one of the wounded felines, flying over with a gasp, "No way, this is the same metal they use for airplanes! I need this stuff for my exoskeleton! We have to find out where she got these from!" He had all the more reason to track her down now!
Tyl wasn't as eager as Daniel was to get out in the open, the Skunk girl being too closeby for his tastes at this point in time. So when the fairy flew out, he'd nudge against Angus and grunt. "Does he not realize that giant skunk thing could be back any second?" he'd mutter angrily, before pulling out his suit of Infiltrator armor and equipping it over his clothing. More protection, after all, will be needed when fighting giants. Afterwards, he'd unfold his SMG and check the sights, making himself battle ready. "I suggest we lay low back here and wait a few more minutes, just in case." he'd continue, keeping his voice out of range of the fairy. If he was dumb enough to flutter out into the open, he could act as bait. It didn't seem like the skunk girl would be interested in something that small, anyway... it was his ass he was currently worried for.
Angus was still staring at the skunk girl in open curiosity when Tyl nudged him and brought him back to the situation. With a shake of his head he glances over at Daniel. "Probably doesn't, to caught up in what he can do with that stuff." Watching Tyl dawn his armor he smiled "Lay low, scope out the situation, and make sure we don't run into any traps." He nodded, already drawing his revolver as he stood there, unlike Tyl he didn't wear much in the way of armor. He relied more on his nanite enhanced form.
The skunk girl is walking very calm away her wounds healing rapidly she walks across a very beat up looking feral skunk girl with a gaping ass hole and blood lines going all over her skin. The feral chitters and places a nipples against the wounded skunk girl mouth and squeezes. The wounded skunk drinks greedy and citters happily as her body feels so much better the larger skunk girl give her a chain sword and the smaller feral holds it by the wrong in and runs back toward safer streets. The large skunk turn back and sees a fairy bothering the lions, she continues moving deeper in to the woods. As Daniel is checking out on of the weaker ferals the lion stand up and gives a displeased roar while holding the club his hand brushes over a button which causes the club to shine and rotating electrified spikes to appear. He sees the fairy and a cruel smiles crosses his face as he tries to swat Daniel with his club as his other felines are waking up.
Daniel barely notices the lion out of the corner of his eye, but does notice him fast enough to avoid recieving an electrified blunt object to his everything. "Oi, you mind?! I'm trying to examine cool stuff!" He shouts at the offending loin, letting his arm-blades come out with a mechanical click, and stopping a second swing with a bit of help from his vibrating arm-blades and a quick activation of his augmented muscle juicers. "Okay, you called this on yourself!" With a swift motion, and another kick from his muscle juicers, he attempts a quick parry and riposte.
Tyl quickly took a good look around to see exactly how many of the cats there were, and if there was anything else lying in wait to pounce out at them. It seemed, thankfully, that Daniel could handle himself a lot better than his small size would suggest, so he stopped his current worrying about him to press on more important tasks, like finding any traps set up around the felines to avoid stepping on. After all, who could resist the allure of wounded creatures and shiny bits? There was something odd about this behavior, that's for sure.
Angus sighs as Daniel darts right into the line of fire before he can even squeeze a shot off. "Dammit, there goes a fast fight." He mutters, lowering the revolver as a dark green flame flickers to life in his right. His gaze then roamed over the forms of the other felines. He debated on charging in to help the little fairy, but he looked like he could handle himself for now and decides against it. "So, what do you think. This a trap?"
