Old Reminders - RPLOG
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Thursday November 1, 2018=Log=
The agents are gathered in Mike's chopper, long since having taken off from Zephyr HQ. The most pertinent details available in the fast-tracked Z briefing were as follows: A feral has, by some insane stroke of misfortune, acquired an active nanite server box. Zephyr has managed to triangulate the center of the bubble by measuring the perimeter. The server is highly likely to be in the middle of a previously undiscovered survivor enclave, self-isolated from the rest of the nanite ravaged world.
"Okay people, look sharp, this must be it," Mike warns: The faint sounds of distant gunfire are the first sign of the reported trouble, and the sight of a walled-off survivor enclave is the second, lit up like a beacon in the night by a rampaging fire. As the chopper gets closer, more of the horror is revealed by the senses. Screaming, the scents of smoke, the smell of blood and the underlying hints of orgiastic sex so intense it can be smelled from here. Anyone who was around at P-day is struck by the same, hideously nostalgic wave of emotions they felt on that fateful day. It's all too familiar. The tension is cut, though not deeply, by Mike's voice. "Tell me where you want to drop and hurry up about it. I have a bad feeling about this."
Edel hated walking all the way back to Zephyr just to catch a ride, but if her dear neighbor was caught up in all of this, well. She had to be a good samaritan and see what it was all about. Stroking her fingers along the string of her bow, she stares out at the approaching enclave in the distance. She was born in Fairhaven, before the nanite. It was a scenario she knew all too well. This time, though, she was prepared to face it. "I want out on the outskirts. I don't plan on going in hot."
Mike's chopper must be huge, because a towering 12-foot tall pile of armored metallic plating, solid muscle, and bony spikes like Loki absolutely dominates a huge corner of it. It wouldn't be surprising if the dragon actually had some impact on the chopper's ability to function to to his sheer density. The dragon's bronze tonge flits past his teeth as he eyes the carnage and he fights the gutteral instinct to just jump out and soar on down into the carnage. His eyes scan the scene, looking for two things - landmarks, what looks important, and safe vantage points that could be used for a retreat or holdout.
Cerris is silent for most of the ride aside from greeting those he was to be fighting along side. Dressed for both combat and to be reassuringly identifiable as sane, he plans to make his pressence here something to get things under control. For him this was both personal and political, if he was going to win over the various factions of Fairhaven he would need to show them he was a force to be relied upon.
"Let's stick together people, let's try to minimize the chaos and see if we can't come out of this smelling like roses. Be nice if we could drop a spotter and sniper further back for cover, but I'm ready to go."
So saying he pats Edel on the back and moves to the door and grasp the handle and pull ready to jump or respond as needed. He had a little girl to go rescue and damnit little girls deserve heros and rescuing.
Staring outside of the window, Phosphorus observes the scene silently. She's experiencing many, many emotions, currently - but the both her normal sort of temprament and a well-placed balaclava helps obscure this fact. Her armor proudly wears 'POLICE' printed across the front of the plate carrier, her protective helmet's face shield locked in the upwards position. She's rather properly representing the K9s, it seems. It's rare enough that she's out herself nowadays; but, desperate times, desperate measures.
The panda sighs. A cold wave of calm rolls over her. She turns to peer at the group, clasping her hands together, leaning forward on her knees, and sighing. "Alright. We have next to zero time. The catastrophe is in motion. I propose we split into two fireteams. One go help the existing survivors contain, and hopefully turn the tide, and the other head, go contain the source. Sound good?"
Fiore's eyes regard the scene unfolding in the compound off in the distance. Her eyes, used to scanning for movement in among the salvage, pick up on the sight of a few huskies going ham on a door. The shreds of cloathing tell her these might be the *recently* feral, and this makes the vixen nervous. The fire illuminated other hostiles, but Fiore couldn't determine just what they where. While this didn't confirm the roumor's she'd been told, this didn't contradict anything either.
"I'd gotten reports that the server here was stolen by the new daughter of it's owner, I'd consider her a hostile as well if I where you."
Fiore's nose picks up that *smell* through her helmet. Her ears would pin if her helmet's shape would have allowed it. They try anyway. She goes silent for a moment longer as any sense of duty or bravado leave her. "What's that smell-oh to hell with *this*... I didn't sign up for THIS." Her head looks back to the Pilot, "Mike! You're goanna have one comin back. I don't feel like pissing off my mother smelling like this. Nor did I bring what this requires... Russ will be pissed I didn't get electronic intel..... Buuuuut I think he'll understand when he sees the pictures." The vixen shrugs then, and tightens down her straps
Mike gives Fiore a broad shrug in reply. "Your call, man, but we're going to have to get closer before we get away. Uh, speaking of which, try to keep the ferals off if they get close, please." The agents lay out a plan and relay it to Mike- that is, to drop them off in the courtyard a bit away from the bulk of the action, somewhat near a barricaded building. Looks like it's some sort of barracks or other living area from the outside, but it's hard to say, especially because most markings have been torn away by the swarm of some dozen huskies trying to knock down the doors and smash boarded windows. The chopper hovers lower and lower, and with so much intense noise already present it just adds another layer to the din, only attracting the notice of some dazed, wandering ferals in half-ruined clothes, freshly transformed. They perks their ears up and start stumbling towards the vehicle, a small drop's worth above the ground. Mike nearly sounds hysterical when he shouts, "Would'ja look at that! Fresh outta time, people! Go, go, fucking go already!"
Everywhere there is smoke. Everywhere there is sex. It's hard to see too far ahead, both for the darkness and the smog. Figures move in the dark.
"I'm going after the source," Edel says as she slings the bow around her back, tail wagging behind her at the pat, though she offers little other reaction. "I have a feeling this is something of a loose end from my past come back to haunt me. I'd like to see it put to rest." The armored dog girl slides the visor down on her helmet. "Aww, don't chicken out Fiore. I'll help keep you covered as I can, and I'll vouch for you if your parents get upset. Anyway, whoever wants to come with me in pursuit, I plan on taking the quiet route of least resistance." Of course, what Fiore said confirmed her feelings.
Once she's out of the helicopter, she draws her sword and peers into the surroundings. "Have any leads, Cerris?"
"The source is likely the sudden bubble. We find the server, I can manage damage control and containment." Loki says, rolling his shoulders as he gets ready to jump out of the chopper. "Count me in, though it looks like we'll have to fight our way out. Let's see if I can't clear the way." he says.
And then he's 'gone'. The great dragon leaps out of the chopper with a mighty, ear-splitting roar. Once he's nowhere near in danger from the blades, his wings flare out and the sharp snap as they catch the wind rips through the air like a mighty crack. Even in the night, the dragon isn't hard to lose sight of - especially with all the fire going on. That gold stands out like a sore thumb. So does the fire coming out of his mouth, providing some additional illumination as the gouts of flame illuminate the darkness. The odd crack of raw lighting sure helps too.
His aim is to demoralize through a sheer display of power.
Cerris gives the stoic Red Panda a thumbs up as he listens to her speak. Making his last second preparations, he concentrates and then pings the comm units of everyone present, his internal unit bouncing off of the local server to make his telepathic connection possible. Reaching his metal hand over to his other arm he slaps a unit on his bicep, his blood collector and several other internal implants kicking into gear with a bulge and ripple of his muscles and a sudden burst of heavy masculine musk.
"I'm here for that little girl and the box. But the girl is a priority for me, I'll be heading that way with all due haste and contempt for my opposition. She might be the cause of this, but I don't turn my back on anyone that has been good to me or I've been bad to. I'll keep in contact via the comm unit, so don't be startled if you hear my voice. "
Once they stop moving he strides past Edel to place himself between the oncoming ferals and the little kill dog. His form assuming combat readiness in a manner that suddenly alters his battlefield pressence from a commanding figure to an unignorable fount of both sex and power taking advantage of Loki's distraction to move right in.
"Edel, you with me? How about a kiss for luck? I'll try and keep some of the crazies of your backs, I'll be damned if I'm gonna sneak through this situation like some kinda damn other agency spook. Looks like its time to introduce to these folks the concept of a boss wave by entering like a BAUWSS."
He knew Cookies' smell so all he needed to do was find a huskie that smelled like Cookies' pussy right? Time to put that survival training and years of hunting outside the bubble back to use.
"If you are all going hunting, I suppose I'll get this building under control." By her logic, the survivor's command structure is likely scrambled to hell, and the building is in dire need of reinforcement and securing. Ideally she'd be able to have someone cover her arse or run anti nanomagic to stem the tide of the infection, but it sounds like, y'know. They're going in loud. As soon as the helicopter touches down, she's off and into the, black shotgun in hand and a mission in her eyes. She tries to assess the state of the inside as she makes a beeline for the front door; she'll ask who's in command later, or if anyone even IS, but first the holes need to be patched and chaos brought under control. Priorities.
Fiore nods to Mike in return, pulling her Uzi from her chest rig and strapping herself to the chopper to act as some sort of door gunner while everyone else piles out of the helo. As soon as door opens, She fires a few bursts at the ferals to give them covering fire. Fiore tries aiming for the knees because she's learned trying to kill them outright took way more time and lead then she had on hand, and they only needed to be slowed down long enough for Mike to lift off again.
"Mike after this I think you should ask for a Gunship for Christas." Fifi says as she fires another burst out of the door.
Fiore leans back into chopper as soon as Phos is out, reloading and waiting to see if Mike's clear to lift off before leaning out again and dumping an entire mag at the ferals just to make sure.
The display Loki puts on doesn't quite manage to do more than turn the snarling, snapping heads of some huskies for a brief moment, though the ones that were moving towards the chopper and the other agents come to a skidding halt and turn right on around, tails between their legs. It's more than enough to buy Cerris the extra time he needs to catch onto a scent that he only barely manages to pluck out of the plethora smells assailing his keen senses, and it isn't QUITE the smell of Cookies, but... No, there's something unmistakably Cookieslike on the wind and it's coming from the far end of the courtyard, opposite from what everyone now realizes is the flame-wreathed gate in and out of the enclave's perimeter walls. Mike is already lifting off with Fiore and getting the hell out of dodge.
At that far end lies a building that looks as though the whole place was built around it, four square walls of scrap steel with a domed roof, heavily fortified from all positions. Except for the fact that the huge, otherwise intimidatingly strongly built door is ajar. And slightly splattered with fluids of both violent and sexual origin.
Even with the panda's eagle eyes, Phosphorus lacks the X-ray vision currently required to see past the mass of huskies prying at the windows... until a gunshot rings out and one of the ferals is thrown backwards from the window into a small pile of howling, wounded huskies adding to the cacophany of the enclave, being cuddled and licked and otherwise 'tended to' by their more well-meaning comrades, some of the few not actually causing trouble. The less bold huskies start to scatter and find other things to trash or fuck, though Phosphorus' direct path to the barracks door is still blocked by two of the musclebound anthros, who turn their head towards her and hesitate, staring like deer in headlights for the long moment it takes for them to decide she's their new object of desire.
"I'm with you. Though I might not be present! I'll probably scout ahead later, as I can't handle them all head on like you," Edel says with a wry grin. "You can have a kiss though if you can get that box into my hands." She gives Cerris a pat on the side and takes a ready stance. "Now, show me that you can still hold your own after your absence, big guy!" come her encouraging words. "It's been a while since I've been in a situation like this, myself. Lead on Cerris, I'm with you!"
Cerris rises from his crouch, pointing his metal fist to the east past Edel. "That way, the girl is that way and chances are she can help us figure out the rest. Lay low and work your way east, likely she went rabbit and bailed from this burning hole. And now is time for me to do the distraction thing, so things should get interesting."
Tuning his radiotelepathic abilities to max gain he bathes the local area in his mental voice. "This is Colonel Cerris Voss, US Marine HARD CORPS. I have come to demand the end of all present hostilities and that this encampment return to a state of order. I am presently advancing on your courtyard and would like all fertile and receptive citizens present for relief and relaxation exercises. First comers are welcome to first pick of snacks afterwards."
Okay...his pheromones are flowing, the lure has been set, now he just has to make certain to keep things moving and under control.
The massive dragon frowns at the general lack of effect his actions have. With a weary sigh he makes another pass around, this time aiming to yank a few of those huskies turning towards Phosphorus into the air before ideally giving them a good toss back to the ground. If that's not an option? Well, things are going to be much more unpleasant for them when the dragon actually folds his wings in and goes for an abrupt dive towards the ground, ideally in a pile of hostile huskies. The impact is awash with the sound of crushing bone from mighty strikes and the shattering of rent earth as the dragon's metallic mass thunders against the ground... And the oh so obvious dense impacts of the dragon's massive balls thumping against his own thighs with his movements.
You know how they say that the bark is worse than the bite? With Loki it's pretty damn obvious it's the complete opposite of that. The sight is borderline horrific, like an adult wading into a group of toddlers and letting lose. Bodies fly and scatter as he quite literally knocks them off their feet and tosses huskies around like the small dogs they are (at least to him, anyways). Limb, tail, wing, and fang. All are put to brutally effective usage.
The smells of ozone from the arcs of electricity waft into the scents of battle. The dragon's own natural scent might not do him many favors when it comes to the female members - but it's at least bound to buy a few precious openings with the brief euphoria washing over the minds of those who catch a good whiff.
The panda's path through the building is efficient enough. She spies the bearded man, holed up by his window, nearly pausing for a second to toss some munitions his way. No time, though - more would simply come if she didn't lock down the entrances. Forward she goes, then, brown eyes staring through bullet-resistant glass, her shotgun raised and ready to fire. She turns the corner on the huskies, noticing them pause, then step towards her.
Phosphorus doesn't have such reservations. As soon as they step, her shotgun fires in rapid succession, targeting one, then the other, switching back and forth until the magazine tube is dry. Sure, they're huskies, but they're also the stronger ones. Taking chances wasn't on her list of things to do today, and magdumping was better than style, if it got you out of it.
For Cerris' part, he actually manages to hook the attention of maybe half of the enormous orgying mass of huskies, emerging from the shadows they were rutting in to curiously sniff and step towards Cerris. They seem cautious, but both the enticing offer and the pheromones draw them closer, ever closer, unaggressive but curious and expectant. This even makes Loki's grab-and-tossapalooza much easier to pull off, as rather than being swamped by the entire swarm of huskies, only the ones either Cerris didn't hook or Loki engages directly are actively fighting him.
Angry, fuzzy people are sent flying left and right, despite their best attempts to glom onto Loki's limbs and weigh him down. There just plain aren't enough paying attention to stop him! Phosphorus, meanwhile, manages to gun down one of the huskies in a spattering of gore and bloody mist, but only wounds one, leaving him with pellets in his side and still bearing down... until a shot whizzes through the boards in a window near the door and nails him in the back, sending him slumping forwards at the panda's feet. He wheezes and passes out, alive but incapacitated. This is quickly followed by the sound of boards being pried off and the door swinging open, a bearded man's head sticking out and hollaring, "Get in get in get in!" again and again until she complies or makes it clear she won't.
"You got it. Good luck, and treat those dogs well," Edel says with a wink before darting off to the east, intent on keeping to the dark spots and out of sight as much as possible. She was a small, sneaky dog so it wasn't too difficult for her, usually. She had a direction thanks to Cerris, now she just had to try and find that neighbor and her stolent thing. She didn't want to hurt her, no, just bring her back safely.
So caught up in the momentum of his rampage, it might take a few swings for Loki to notice that Cerris has managed to enrapture those not fighting back. The dragon pauses abruptly when he does - husky mid-toss within the dragon's massive hands. An awkward shuffle, and he slowly sets the doggo down. He's about to step away, before he turns the undoubtably disoriented pupper in the direction the rest of the crowd is currently facing. And then he kicks off towards the specified point Edel is heading towards in a very similar and completely different manner. Similar in that yes, the dragon's movement is urgent and hurried. Dissimilar in that the dragon is about as subtle as a gold-plated freight-train, leaving a Loki-shaped trail of wreckage and holes in what's basically a straight line towards the point, obstacles be damned.
Cerris flexes, cause he can, let's face it, he's a muscular black man wearing a fishnet shirt in the middle of a sex storm and raging inferno. This is how you establish yourself as a fucking legend. Cerris the god of FUCK...yeah had a nice ring to it, but let's face it, he wasn't fucking all of these mutants, but he was going to relieve them of their troubles.
"Thats it, come on, I'm not gonna bite today. Hugs, kisses, you know the way to say hello to your new best friend right? You're all the best boys and girls right?"
Thats right, he's talking to them like the dogs they are and he knows its gonna work cause he's a man and they are dogs. Fuck that, he's THE man.
Phosphorus eyes the barricade, wiping off her visor of any spare viscera and already slotting replacement shells into her shotgun. She glances left, then right, eyeing the front. The defensive perimeter could probably be expanded, but - who has time for that, anyways? She slips in through the barricade quickly, nodding somewhat respectfully to the man and quickly leaning her shotgun up against a wall, extricating gear from her pack and person, quickly moving to address the man - and anyone else behind the barricade.
"Thank you, thank you. Right! Listen up. I'm with the Fairhaven police department, and we're quickly working to try to shut this down. Until then, we NEED a defensive perimeter set. Whoever's in charge of inventory and engineering, come to me. Anyone else, if you can fire a gun, take this LMG, get it mounted. There's grenades, and a handful of spare STANAG magazines." She projects her voice clearly, tapping her chest to clearly indicate the 'police' tag. "Stay away from any strange items. If there's a puddle of liquid, avoid it. Any fur? Avoid it. Anything vaguely dog related? Do not touch. Move, move, move!"
The moment Phosphorus passes through the door, she is met by the faces of, by her count, a little under two dozen heads at 22, 6 of whom are badly injured and being tended to by what looks like a medic from the equipment they're hauling from person to person. Someone unskilled is trying to assist, but is mostly just holding things or passing things to the medic, neither of them paying attention to Phos' entry beyond a momentary glance. The bearded man slams the door shut behind her and immediately starts rallying the others, who seem completely perplexed by the sight of a sane, armed and armored mutant. "You heard her! What are you all looking at?! Get to work, they're not going to STOP beating down the walls!"
Just like that, the rest of them startle into action, a couple of seasoned-looking fellows taking the LMG and working to get it set up, others picking through the spare munitions. Someone's pet dog whines as its belongings are swept into a closet with brooms, which is then locked tight, the dog itself corraled into a seperate room and cordoned off. The man who Phos sighted first turns to her and points to himself. "I am- was- in charge of maintenance around here. Are- are you people really military? No- no, no time," he rambles for a moment, then gathers his wits, standing up straight and looking her dead in the eye with as much confidence as he can muster. "What needs doing, ma'am?"
Meanwhile, outside, Cerris has a bunch of huskies slowly crawling down around him, hugging and licking and snuggling his legs, sometimes just opting to flop and roll in the dirt and mud as the effects of the man's powers take hold over them. From there, they're easily incapacitated with a touch thanks to his mutations, one at a time... good lord there's a lot of them, but at least they're docile now.
Loki drives his way through another cluster of ferals, sending them yipping and flying on his warpath into the fortified building, not noticing Edel come up behind him when he passes through the doorway. It's eerily quiet in here, long, dark halls with shattered bulbs and glass all over the floor, the distant, muffled sounds of barking and whimpering coming from somewhere inside. A nearby husky-man turns from the female he's pounding into submission to grrrowl at the two, though otherwise focuses his attentions on his long since transformed victim. There's a stairwell at the far end of the hall, going up, and a cursory glance suggests that this building was supposed to act as some sort of fortress-slash-panic room, a set of bedrooms on the hall to the right and other living accomodations down to the left like a kitchen and a rec room. The splattered cum and entangled, moaning huskies everywhere seems to suggest that it was one of the first places to fall, instead.
Edel idly tailwags as she hears Cerris in the distance. Even if the words weren't directed at her, the words were exciting and vivifying to the canine part of her. But no! She stays focused on the task at hand, prowling and scouring the building in pursuit of fellow dogkind. She didn't even entirely know WHO she was looking for, but the tinyshiba figured she'd know it when she saw it.
If he's unable to fully stand within such a building, the dragon will instead crawl around on all fours, though with a measure of visible disgust considering the state of the floor is likely in. For the most part, he'll completely ignore any of the ferals he comes across unless challenged - and if he is, any challenge is swiftly quelled with all the strenuous effort of a grown man toppling a toddler. Of course, by ignored this does mean that if there's a few huskies on something like a bed and the server ain't on it, the bed is flipped over. Anything that something can be plucked or put inside is opened and checked. Lets hope something turns up before he has to start opening dogs... A task he hopes he doesn't have to do - but it wouldn't be the first time something like that's ended up inside a feral deciding to play 'Anything's a dildo if you're brave enough' or one who'd managed to swallow something they shouldn't have. The only thing he's really keeping an eye out for is any feral that looks like they're a leader of some sort - bigger and stronger, or perhaps looking a bit smarter than the rest. If something's managed to cause some server-related chaos, no doubt they've managed to conquer doorknobs.
Cerris sets about dusting himself off and addresses the remaining ferals with a calm but in charge voice. "Alright, good boys, good girls. Now I want everyone to be on their best behaviour and STAY. I'm going to go our new best friend and together we are going to clean up this mess and put away all of your toys!"
Inwardly he isolates the signals of the other agents and broadcasts to them. "Voss here, situation is mostly contained outside, focus on fire fighting, I've got the populace pacified. Edel, I'm coming your way."
He still had the scent, so now it was time to take home the litle girl that caused all of this. Quite frankly these people were going to need the nanites now, but one way or another nothing was going to be the same, he should march them all back with him... But for now that matter was shelved, just gotta get to the girl and convince her to come home. Oh yeah, she has a comm signal too right? Why not call out to her?
"Okay...Uncle Cerris has come to play...come out so I can se how big and pretty you are, and I am the best playmate I enjoy long walks, rubbing bellies and throwing things over and over and playing tug of war and I don't even mind having my leg humped..."
"The reinforcements have gaps. Check the windows, the roof access. In fact - secure us a route to the roof. We
"The reinforcements have gaps. Check the windows, the roof access. In fact - secure us a route to the roof. We'll use it to get the hell out of dodge when the time comes, and it'll give us a good spot to start thinning them out if we have to." Phosphorus instructs, firmly. She glances at the couple of wounded, a hand quickly going to a pocket on her plate carrier, extricating some extra medical supplies from a pouch, passing it to the unskilled one set on triage, and tapping her finger pouch. Some quick-clot, a couple extra sterile bandages, a tourniquet; all with instructions clearly printed on the side. Designed for combat medical use! "Stop the bleeding first. Pass the other supplies to the medic. Everything else can come later," she firmly notes to the person.
"Police, yes, not military. Refer to me as 'Phosphorus', if you need to call me anything." The panda adds, securing her shotgun to her body and getting out her assault rifle. "You need to keep your people out of contact with any of the huskies. Additionally, we need to set some people out to get those fires down, or, at least, keep any fires away from this building. If someone comes running up here, and they don't seem infected, set up a quarantine cordon somewhere. They can't be let in, but we're not going to let them die, either. The situation outside is starting to tamper down, but we can't let our guard down, yeah?"
Once the roof was secured, her plan was simple. Get up there. Get her portable mortars set up. Send up a flare, to signal the remaining survivors. Hope she doesn't have to call the artillery.
Edel and Loki search around in the dark until they come across a closet built into the staircase, muffled whimpering coming from it. Edel opens the closet, and almost immediately, a giant tangle of confused huskies spills out, one of whom is unmistakably a female alpha husky kemonomimi, and is unmistakably clutching an entire computer in her muscular arms and what the fuck, there's a grenade inexplicably sticking to it, no tape or glue or anything. Edel can recognize by this that it is DEFINITELY the server that caused her some issues in the past, the one that Cookies stole years ago. Cerris arrives just in time to look upon the huskypile and the server.
The grenade doesn't seem keen to go off on its own any time soon despite having a missing pin, though it doesn't exactly look... disarmed... and the kemo holding the whole thing is growwwling at the agents and kicking her way back into the closet, pushing herself by her feet while she holds the server close. A couple of huskies follow her, cuddling into her sides as though for protection. "N-nnnnNO," she barks out, followed by several more animalistic snarls and barks. "Not fun anymore, NOT FUN ANYMORE!" It's hard to get an exact read on her thanks to the dense bangs covering her eyes, but it isn't difficult to guess, all things considered. How she sees the agents through that veil of hair anyways is a mystery.
Phosphorus at least manages to get the makeshift triage into smoother action, though the two don't even have time to do more than sputter out a quick thank-you each before they have to get back to their work. The bearded fellow gives a single solid nod to Phosphorus, though he looks more than a little uncertain. "I'll do what I can about the fires, people will be fending off the- Christ, they're all mutants now, aren't they?" He rubs a single huge, hairy hand over his face and takes a deep breath, nodding quickly. "I'll see what I can get people to do. In the meantime, I- we need a way out of here. We're trapped like rats in our own goddamned home..." He snaps his fingers in sudden realization.
"Oh, fuck! Fuck, uhh- good fuck, I mean! There was a weakspot in the western wall we were working on, hadn't finished before it all went to hell. I know one of you guys said you're military, didn't you? If you have anything that could blow a hole in that, we could start evacuating properly, maybe use it as a choke." He barely finishes that last sentence before he's started gathering supplies, snagging whatever spare fire extinguishers he can find and passing them to able survivors while the armed folk clear a path outside for the imprompteau firefighters. The sound of gunfire and howling is beyond thunderous. Sounds like they're putting Phos' gifts to good use.
"Aha! There it is! There you are!" Edel's tail wags up a storm as she regards the mess of dogs. "Hey, no need to worry for fuss, miss. Just come on out of there and we'll get you back home to safety. Just... Just hand over that thing before it blows, alright? I don't want that grenade going off right in the middle of the lot of us."
Cerris shakes his head with a sigh, this was exactly the sort of thing he was trying to avoid, a damn near mexican standoff between a bunch of kids, a gonad engine and Edel's adorable murder pup vendetta all centered around a live fucking grenade. Reaching forward to rest a hand on Edel's head and Loki's...whatever isn't his cock and balls, Cerrs walkward showing his hands are empty save for a small remote.
"It's okay darlin, everything is going to be just fine. I got most of the folks outside to calm down and we'll all help clean up later, but right now I just wanna see you get home to your momma, a nice friend of mine. I'm uncle Cerris and to prove I'm tellin the truth I'm gonna let you hold this...is a switch to my equipment, if I r anyone here does anything to scare or hurt you, it will make me feel the same way and it'll all stop. Here go ahead and take it and try it out if you like."
Extending his hand carefully, he offers the remote the the girl with the server, clearly showing zero interest in the server itself. Just him her, a calm tone, a southern drawl, direct eye contact and a a shock collar remote...add a candle and this would almost be the setting for a date huh?
Loki regally proclaims, "Didn't think i would see another one of these. Small world... Got the software... i would love to make a systems copy of this one for reference as well..." he trails off. "Maybe take a look at the hardware..." he adds, partially lost in thought for a moment. attention shifts from the server to the kemonomimi. "What isn't fun anymore?" he inquires as his eyes drift over her body. he gives his head a shake to re-establish focus. He is poised and ready to haul both server and girl out as one if need be."
