The Circus of Latex - RPLOG
From Flexible Survival
Participants
Date
1/5/2013
Log
Each of you have met with Zephyr contacts, which have supplied you with the time, date, and location of this mission, along with a few details on what you'll be facing. Within the brown folder you've received are stereotypically black and white photographs of latex fox ferals rushing at those who come near the circus in large numbers, groups about five to six. Zephyr wants you to figure out why they are becomming so obnoxious, and suspect it's because they have something of value they are trying to protect. Either find a way to quell their agression, or take what they are protecting.
Walking up to the aged and sun faded tents, Kindheart's wiskers twitch and hir tail is wrapped around hirself. The Hermaphrodite mouse was nervious of course, but sie had faced worse mutants and outnumbered odds before.
Kindheart was also often the only trained medic on teams, sadly.
Tiar shambles towards the circus fairgrounds, his body looking slightly for the better today, his mass of wounds have all but healed. He moans and grumbles to himself as he moves, taking a swipe at ferals who he encounters on his way. He stops when he sees Kindheart, before he continues to head towards the tents. He's supposed to handle the foxes, if he recalls properly, but he can't do that until he finds foxes.
A golden kitsune was approaching the Circus, she looks dressed in her normal combat armor. The fox notices the other two people already there and greets them "Hello, I'm Adorra, you two are here for the mission with the latex foxes?" she asks in a friendly tone of voice and walks closer to the place the other two, picking up the pase a little.
A white furred husky quickly follows behind adorra, sadly being the last to arrive it seems, she having decided to try and be of some assistance on the feral foxes issue, she really just wanting to be helpful, the husky is wearing next to nothing aside from her usual collar but she stands in a very formal manner, going as far as to have her back straight and her hands tucked behind her back.
As the group meets up in the area around rows of the fairground games, it would become quickly apparent that the circus was not as active as it should have been. While ferals seemed to be everywhere in the past, there was not the skittering of feet or any nervous eye peaking out from behind the flaps to be found. Oddly enough, though, the circus did feel alive in some way, although it'd take a lot more exploring to figure out why.
Grumbling much like Tiar was, Kindheart didn't expect to need to give someone bandages before the fighting even started. The sighs of disapointment, the eye rolling, and holding hir head in hir palm were all part of a very short greving process. Soon all would be well. Besides, Adorra there looked to be in good health. "My name is Kindheart, I usually keep people from falling apart like that guy is falling apart."
Tiar looks back to Kindheart and squints, shaking his head. "I'm fine, I won't be falling apart on you if I can help it." he moans, his missing jaw slightly slurring his speech. He doesn't take the time to introduce himself, listening for a second before he decides to push into the circus grounds, the oddly quiet oddly vacant circus grounds. He approaches the nearest tent and attempts to find an entrypoint, or place he can tear open without collapsing it.
"Ah, I see, nice to meet you Kindheart." Adorra says and looks back towards Morten "And, she's Morten, she's rather friendly." she introduces her friend as well. "So, you're a medic and I'm a ninja, I tend to avoid getting hurt, while striking from the shadows." she says with a smile to Kindheart. She turns her attention to the zombie that seems more focused on getting on with the mission than anything else "Don't you think we need a plan first?" she asks Tiar and frowns. She doesn't like the idea on blindly rushing in after all it's not a ninja's style.
Morten smiles and moves beside adorra, looking like shes resisting the urge to hug her, she remains stood very quietly however beside the kitsune and watches the other talk and go about their buisness for the moment, the husky's ears perking up as she looks to the north before glancing at the surrounding area, maybe looking for a way in or just checking out the environment.
Kindheart was a little distracted by the zombie speaking with out a lower jaw perfectly audibly to care about husky and Adorra. "HOW... Wha? How is it possible to speak so clearly with out your lower jaw bone?" When things like this break logic it becomes very off putting to Kindheart, "How can things that make no sense like that happen?"
While the group all stood around and talked, the silence had to have been growing to a deafening point. When Tiar approaches the nearest tent, there was an easily acessable entry point available to them, although upon looking inside it was completely barren. At one point a prize tent, it had been completely cleared of anything useful or interesting, the only remaining items a bunch of half-destroyed stuffed animals, prize tickets, and old world money.
Tiar doesn't have time to deal with people wondering how the nanites worked out his tongue and his speech skills, as he was entering the nearest tent to check it out. They can't make a plan without knowing anything more.
"Not that talkative that one.." Adorra says nodding towards the zombie. "I've come to expect the unexpected so that doesn't surprise me much.." Adorra shrugs to Kindheart as hir questions fall on deaf ears. She decides it would be best for the group to stick together and decides to follow Tiar. She scouts the tent looking for ferals and other things that are out of ordinary. "By the way.. can you tell us your name?" she asks Tiar. She's almost certain that Morten would follow close to her proven from previous experiences. "There's nothing here.." she states the obvious "Let's look somewhere else...".
Suddenly, in a way that would alert the entire group, the metallic sound of metal grinding along metal was heard, as if a roller coaster just came to a grinding halt. The sound had come from the east of the group's position, somewhere quite close by. Those whose ears or eyes were not distracted may hear or see something more, as well. (Another roll for hearing or spotting, if you wish to do so. Ask if you think you might get a bonus ot one of these. :P)
Morten smiles, still listening to the group and tilting her head at the strange zombie, she nodding in agreement with adorra's plan of sticking together, she does indeed follow close to adorra now, almost positioned right beside her, ears still perking up at the slightest sounds as she looks around, taking in every detail of the area.
Kindheart pocketed the old world money when no one was looking for pure nostalgia. Even if quarters were worth as much as pogs, they made very neat jingleing noises when you had a lot of them in your pocket. And that can bring back happy memories of childhood that Kindheart craved.
Tiar turns out of the tent and listens to the sounds of metal on metal, trying to remember the layout of the park as he'd used it to ambush ferals earlier in practice. "I think there is... one entrance to the rides. We should cut them off." he says in a slow moan, shambling over in that direction ready to engage whatever shows up. Something tough was clearly scaring off the locals, those card sharks and parade dragons aren't the easiest mutants to deal with.
"Lead us there then, if you know the way." Adorra says with her ears peeked at the metalic sounds. She leans in to whisper something to Morten, before following the strange zombie, he seems to only think about their mission and to ignore anything else around himself, which she finds somewhat odd.
