Dungeons and Cat Girls - RPLOG
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Date
5/4/2014
Log
Through their communicators, any agent, or non-agent in case of survivors, responding to the call are sent the meet-up coordinates that land them right outside the famous convention center. While there is usually a good amount of feral activity within the vicinity, things seem more active than ever. Even as the agents arive, they can see cat girls bouncing around excitedly and heading inside the center, not seeming to care about anything else that's lurking outside.
Edel was already in the area. In fact, she didn't live all that far away! And with such a boring day, the tanuki was all too eager to show up in hunt of something interesting to do. With a fluttering of feathered wings, the maid-garbed tanuki touches down on the ground at the desginated meeting spot, the feather appendages folding under her cloak. "What a glorious day!" she beams to no one in particular. Actually it was rather cloudy.
Cookies had arrived at the coordinates as soon as possible and has been staring right at the front of the convention center wordlessly, frowning as hard as humanly possible. She's currently clad in some sort of close-fitting reinforced cloth armor with long sleeves- looks like something out of a JRPG, vibrantly decorated and heavily featuring the colors red, white and tan, as well as triangular patterns in such colors. She gives Edel an odd look, glancing between her and the sky and finally piping up. "Is it? I suppose, if that's your thing."
Lizzie responded to the call, having not changed from her maid outfit since the little party the previous day or having gotten a new set of clothing. If pre-pday video games had told her anything though, it was that a maid with a knife and the ability to stop time could do anything. She might only have knives and an electric claw gauntlet instead of time stopping power but beggers can't be choosers.
"So what the fuck is going on here? Bitches bouncin' around and doin' all sorts of shit. I had another mission just tell me to get my ass over here and this fuckin' happens." She grumbles, eyes flicking over twoard Edel. "You're such a bitch too. You know what the fuck happened to my throat after you left? Asshole ain't gonna hold back when no one is lookin'."
Meek curls her talons as she reaches towards the ground. She lands gracefully, I'd give it 9.5 if it weren't for a small stutter step just after the landing. As gravity returns to the phoenix, she flicks off the last few embers. "I was overhead when I got the message" she says to no one imparticular. She squints ahead, watching a pair of catgirls bounce into the center. Aside from feeling a bit underdressed she's also rather confused. The phoenix at least doesn't appear like much in a fight and has no weapons or armor to speak of...just a messenger bag with a snake-staff pin on its side. Nodding to Lizzie she says with a smile, "Ah, you're the girl from PES!". If she was uncertain from looks alone the language is quite the giveaway. The avian scoots nearby to Lizzie, surveying the situation quietely and looking about at the other agents.
Spade skitters to the requested coordinates, arriving in a poorly constructed bundle of rags covering up a modest at best outfit. She readies her weapon, calling her loyal friend along who simply gripes at her for where they are now, holding a gun and a tiny statue of some sort in her hands. The woman stretches and examines the others present, offering a wave to Meek.
Rev swoops down from the sky the solar dragon hovers briefly in the air. His large wings causing a brief gust of wind before he touches down. A feet from the coordinates. The dragon is dressed in a light combat uniform of his own making. Which gives him the look if a mercenary. His eyes flick between those that have arrived before him. While he preps his the massive Breaching rifle he carries with him. Other than that he has brought with him a shield drone, and nothing else.
Bartolome sweeps down from the not-so-friendly skies, azure wings snapping open as sie lands in a well-timed arc, dust billowing out around hir. Not in hir typical gryphon form, the Spaniard is shaped like a skunkette, albeit a rather tall one... Aside from hir sword belt and a careful sweep of hir long, well-groomed tail to cover hir legs in a spiraling skirt, sie is nude. Hir landing wasn't so artistic as the phoenix made it, focused instead on response time... Sie checks hir weapon, and glances about, noting the individuals appearing and double checking their scents. Sie hadn't worked with them before, not even Lizzie, and it was important to mark out friendlies.
The petite-looking creature is an obvious herm, even with hir tail providing some modesty, and hir expression is one of confidence and concern; sie clears hir throat. "Ah, pardona me, but I was made aware of an alert... Caballero Bartolome Coimbra-Leon de Avila, at your service." Giving a strange, mixed bow and curtsey, before returning hir attention to business... The chaos of the scene isn't too shocking given the state of the world, but still... "Senorita Lizzie. Good to see you again..." It might be flirty, if not for the problem of imminent danger.
While the agents group up and exchange pleasantries, the last of the few cat girls trickle on inside. However, before the door closes shut one last time, one may hear and see something if they focus hard enough.
"Nyow it's time to begin!" A distinctly cat girlish voice proclaims with all due excitement, followed by cheers and various forms of 'NYAing' and humming of a distinct copyrighted fanfare. "We've already started! Has everyone got their c-" Click! The door shuts, the sound muffled and carried away by the wind.
With no one heading in or out of the convention center, only one thing remained; Investigate.
While the agents group up and exchange pleasantries, the last of the few cat girls trickle on inside. However, before the door closes shut one last time, one may hear and see something if they focus hard enough.
"We've already started! Come on nyow!" A distinctly cat girlish voice proclaims with all due excitement, followed by cheers and various forms of 'NYAing' and humming of a distinct copyrighted fanfare. "Has everyone got their c-" Click! The door shuts, the sound muffled and carried away by the wind.
With no one heading in or out of the convention center, only one thing remained; Investigate.
Edel gives a sheepish shrug to Cookies. "Well, maybe not the weather, but most importantly I have something to DO now! I spent the last several hours just wandering around in circles, mostly. But now there's a thing! Isn't it exciting!?" She claps her hands together before Lizzie speaks up, instantly causing her ears to droop under her hat. "I'm sorry! I was uh. I tend to give into peer pressure sometimes, and someone else had requested my company! So I kind of had to go... Do that. Yeah. Sorry. And he said you liked it! Could have been worse!" She coughs a little and pulls her sword around, flicking a switch on the side of the scabbard before returning it to the back of her hip, the long and fluffy tail twitching around. "So! Where shall we begin? Should we just go up and knock?"
Cookies looks between Lizzie and Edel quizzically for a moment before shaking her head and turning to the agents present. "We don't yell at them, we don't swear at them or insult them or anything like that. We certainly do not hurt them unless they start something first, and I really mean it- they better have started it if punches are thrown. No getting mad about accidents or anything. I WILL enforce these rules." She talks like she's in charge of a school field trip, offering safety tips in a stern tone. With that, she turns on her heel and heads straight for the convention center, hesitating for only a moment before she pushes the doors open and walks inside. Nostalgia hits her like a brick to the face and is roughly as pleasant as one in this case, but you gotta do what you gotta do.
Lizzie just gives Edel the bird with a growl before finally shrugging it off. "Ug, fine. I did god damn agree to all that shit anyway." The human says with a shrug, looking over at the others and offering a bit of a wave. "Huh, Meek. Fancy seein' your ass 'round here. Yeah, I'm from fuckin' PES. You ready to get this bastard underway?" Most of the others weren't recognized and she let her hands drop to her sides, observing the situation and letting the group gather up a bit.
"Ah, the fuckin' knight. How the fuck are ya? Been a while? Should be pretty god damn interestin'. I bet the bitch inside just asked if everyone has their catnip or some shit like that. Gonna be a catastrophy. A fuckin' catagorical example of terrible proprotions while we get played as cat's paws. They've gotta be kitten me with this god damn mission." She grumbles, looking over everyone and just shrugging at Cookies' demands. "Eh, I wasn't plannin' on just fuckin' stabbin' the bitches. Their god damn cat girls not fuckin' psychos. Let's just get this shit over with."
Meek returns Spade's wave with an excited one of her own, "It's been too long" she remarks, dipping her wings as she greets. She turns too to Rev, "You were in the area as well?". She listens intently to Cookies, "I don't much like violence if I can avoid it" she replies with a look of concern. "I certainly hope it doesn't come to that...they don't seem too interested in us. She peeks through the door, hesitantly walking through as her train of tailfeathers follows.
Rev props his rifle against his shoulder, and instead of exchanging pleasantries with the others. He listens intently to the noise coming from the convention center."Well now that doesn't sound cultish at all." He mutters out loud. His voice is dripping with sarcasm. As he looks to the others as they decide what to do. "I guess I can play nice. Well maybe not nice, but I will refrain from blowing howls in any of them until it's proven to Ben necessary." he says as his gaze follows cookie to the door. Before he looks to meek, and flashes a smile her way. "Oh well sort of. I was out testing the new wings when I recieved the call. He says as he follows the others in with his shiled drone hovering infront of him. While he doesn't hesitate one bit upon entry. He obviously maintains a certain situational awareness, and remains prepared to shoot, anything that approaches should he need to.
Bartolome nods crisply to the person who appears to be in charge, accepting the rules laid out as a matter of course. Sie strolls up towards the convention center, smiling gently to hir foul-mouthed friend as sie's greeted in Lizzie's inimitable way. "I do not know what I did to deserve this pun-ishment, but I won't take it purrsonally... I wonder, why have they confined themselves in this place? It must be the... �C�mo se dice...? Cat's meow?" Hir movements are easy and comfortable, despite a little bump to hir belly, and sie keeps hir sword sheathed for now. Perhaps this could end peacefully and safely.
Still, there was no certainty that cat girls were all they were up against. Sie folds hir wings tight, to ensure they're as little detriment to movement and combat on the ground as possible, and keeps ears up and eyes open at the flank and eventually rear of the ragtag group as they approach the main entrance... Looking for possible secondary means of ingress, or more worrisome threats than an abundance of kitties. "I should not have catnapped through so many mission opportunities... Meow, I am coming to understand that this is my home, and I do not have much credibility as an ally to the people here." One delicate-looking skunky paw rests on the pommel of hir blade. "Should we attempt to move in from multiple approaches?" (will be looking about for secondary entrances or anything disturbing. Let me know if Perception is necessary?)
Spade smiles and waves to the others once more before she approaches the building, not quite communicating her intentions to anyone but her buddy who tails her and makes a nasty remark about leaving a group of nobodies behind. She doesn't seem very interested in the door, looking about for any and all alternative points of entry, scaling walls if she needs.
Inside is a rather strange sight, depending on how well one knows a feral cat girl. Those familiar with the convention center may be expecting a plethora of overturned desks and a myriad of other random junk spewn across the floor, but today is different. All of the tables have been hastily piled into one side of the room in a dangerous mound, some already slipping and falling upon the floor. Within the center is a sloppily drawn grid of sorts that covers a large part of the room. A couple of cat girls bounce within their own squares in a strange formation while one stands tall upon a table with a book of sorts in her clutches.
"Nyah! So! Mew all are pawing through the forest. You were asked to find some bad dudes, and meow ya gotta beat them down. And all of a sudden, a group of b-"
As Cookies slips inside, all of the cat girls turn and look at the door. "Bandits!" Some of them shriek, much to the surprise of the cat girl on the table. "Mew! I didn't know you set up something this cool," one of the cat girls exclaim, bouncing with excitement much to the agreement with the other cat girls.
The cat girl holding what appears to be a manual of sorts looks back and forth between the group that came in and the cat girls before coughing and deciding to play it off. "N-nya! Bandits get on the grid and let's roll..." She pauses, looking at the manual sideways, attention already fading. "Initials or whatever." From one of her pockets, she pulls out a solid glass D20! "First for you guys," she says, rolling a three for the cat girls, eliciting a cry and moan. "And for you bandits... Fifteen! So... you get to go first. Nya."
Edel gives a little nod to Cookies. "Of course. I don't like hurting ferals if I can avoid it, so I certainly won't be trying." She reaches up to brush her fingers along the leaf hanging from the brim of her hat. Following the catgirl into the convention center, she stops dead and blinks at the sudden commotion and... Roleplaying? "Erherm. Yes. We are the mighty bandits! We have come to do bandity things!" She wiggles her fingers playfully, clearly trying to appear unthreatening. Glancing around the grid she shrugs and moves to take a place, glancing back towards the rest of her group.
Cookies nearly jumps at the shout of 'Bandits!' and squints a little bit as they carry on. She crosses her arms and taps her foot as it dawns on her precisely what's going on here, rolling her eyes. With a deep breath to get her compusture all together, closing her eyes shut, she soon opens them as another person- as a character! Years of cosplaying and LARP would pay off today. She steps onto the grid, taking a brief look around before nodding and looking up to the DM catgirl. "I am Camilla the Bard, fifth level bard and leader of my posse of banditfolk," she declares proudly. "My instrument of choice... Lyrical rhyming. I wish to cast the spell Deep Slumber upon mine enemies!" She clears her throat. "Ahem. Greetings my feline friends! Be calm, don't make a peep, just doze off to sleep, and we'll collect our dividends." She takes a slight bow, looking up at the tablecatgirl as she does. "... Roll for my cast, would you?"
"I think the god damn strain of cat girls is from this area. The fuckin' convention center has a lot of cosplay like infections." Lizzie says toward Bartolome as they enter, not sure if the spaniard really needed the explaination or not but providing it anyway. Her boots smack along the pavement as she walks forward into the convention center.
She paused as she entered behind Cookies, just staring at the goings on for a moment before laughing and walking right into one of the girds indicated. She assumed an exaggerated combat stance, growling at the cat girls and calling out. "I am here for your god damn gold pieces, womens, and cat nip! Surrender now or we will do more really fuckin' bad guy things like the stuff in the fuckin' bounty that was in the place you got your quest at!" She says, turning to look between the other cat girls and Cookies. "You can't cast a fuckin' spell yet. We didn't get a god damn surprise round and lost initiative. Wait till it's your fuckin' turn. Deep Slumber is a god damn standard action not a fuckin' immediate or free action."
Spade looks rather excited by the going ons, shifting her form and waiting for a good time, before she drops in on the grid, positioned furthest from both parties. She says absolutely nothing, but she does make a feigned lions roar, before awaiting any instructions.
Rev steps onto the grid, and rises to his full height. The large dragons massive wings spread out and he lets out a loud roar. The dragons large teeth are revealed, and solar energy flickers out around his teeth."Hand over your valuables, and none shall be harmed."
Bartolome seems almost pleased with this silliness, realizing that the character sheet sie'd seen while looking for alternative entrances might not necessarily have been a relic of bygone times. The Spaniard gives a flourish of hir wings and tail, doing a nimble acrobatic routine that lands hir on the grid, and bowing to the cat girl 'adventurers' with an attempt at a wicked smile that comes off more as playful. "Buenos dias, noble heroines... I follow the great Bard Camilla, as the dreaded Bandit El Contraste! While it pains me to be so rude to such charming young ladies, I am afraid we shall need your valuables! Or... Something more interesting~."
The knight saw no harm in playing along at this point, and it was almost like hir time at Cambridge all over again! Only... Well, playing the villain. The real question now, was did anyone know the rules of this particular game? It might be D&D, but the kitties seemed to be sort of faking it. Hm. The Spaniard flourishes an imaginary sword, and salutes hir noble adversaries with a wink of promised pleasures should they fail. Maybe defeat wouldn't be so bad?
When the group decides to play along, the cat girls seem absoultly ecstatic even if they lost their "initials" roll. The band of cat girls get in a cute battle ready position, some even having soft makeshift prop weapons. Perhaps the one with paper balls in her hands is the local mage of the convention. And who could resist the cuteness of a papertowel roll sword? "Nya! Come at us, evil doers. We need the XP."
As Spade drops down in a threatining manticore form, some of the cat girls panic a little, some taking to hugging each other, the actions of which drawing a bat or two to make them stay in their own square. "That's uh... Well! M-meow, you'll go with your bandit friends I guess maybe?" Nerves cool heavily once their eyes fall upon the entrance that is the Spaniard bandit gryhpon, some taking to playful giggling and clapping before returning to fighting position. Before the DM rolls the first cast, she looks back and forth between Cookies and Lizzie, not sure who to believe. However, despite Lizzie's convicing case, it's hard to ignore Cookies' persuasion. And Hell, she's a cat girl too. "Nya~ It'll be fine. Now then, sleepy spell! Let's go." Ten. And she's a bard and stuff, so that means... hit, right? Sure! After looking over one of the member's "character sheets", which consisted of scribbled and other nonsense, she eventually nods and points at what might be the rogue of the group considering her plastic knife. "Nya, go to sleep for like 3 rounds," she claims with all due DM authority. With a grumble, the cat girl curls up on the floor for a cat nap.
Edel grins a little and folds her arms. "And uhm. I am... Edeko! Fearsome Swordsman of Fairhaven!" She tugs her sword around, scabbard and all, and waves it about. She doesn't draw it, though. Don't want to hurt anyone, afterall!" Giving an affirmative nod, she takes a step back. "This is cute," she muses, a grin spreading across her face.
Cookies slaps a palm against her forehead and groans. "Are you fucking kidding me," she mumbles into her hand and then stands upright, straight back into character. "Oh-ho," she pipes up, "But fair companion of foul mouth and slow wits, I have a Cloak of Magical Haste in my mitts! Gained from a great adventure wherein I explored a haunted tomb, after soothing spirits to their eternal slumber I plundered the room. Behold! This was cast upon the ground," She throws her arm up, and sure enough, a grand, red cape of silk and fuzz and golden-threaded lining fuzzes into existence on her back. "And its magical powers were the treasure I found." She settles back down and huffs, looking towards the cat girls. "Please, fair travelers, give us your purse! If you don't back down now, things will get worse."
"I am Thogstien Lizziender Von Bandervelt the Fourty Seventh! Maid of the Fuck All Dynasty!" Lizzie yells out. "I cast Summon Fuckin' Awesome Supplies IV" She calls out with a flourish, looking over at the DM. "That means I get to get some shit like those paper tube swords for the group and shit like that." It might not be as effective at taking out a cat girl as Cookies had proven to be so far but she could get them some supplies to work with at least.
Spade says "The manticore is a beastly creature whom all adventurers should fear. I will be moving this turn." she says, awaiting her roll.
Rev folds his wings behind his back and clears his throat, and his voice softer more polite tone. With a slight English accent. "I am this lots companion the dread pirate Roberts. Now I would hate to harm such lovely So why don't you set down your weapons, and gives us all your valuables."
The Spaniard is poised and comfortable, hir tail coiling and uncoiling, counterclockwise, then clockwise, the skunky appendage quite useful as a means to draw the eye to hir well proportioned legs... Sie stands en garde, hir form perfect, aside from the lack of a sword... Sie didn't feel it would be appropriate to draw hir very real weapon on the cat girls... A hopeful glance to Lizzie at the mention of cardboard tubes suggests sie approves of this plan... "I shall be moving to greet and prepare to battle one of you lovely young ladies... With your DM's approval, si?"
Smiling, hir wings fluttering a bit, sie strides boldly, taking the standard move for a medium-sized creature; assuming each square was five feet, sie could move six. Sie approaches one of the kitties, preferably a spellcaster (by rough equipment), and leans forward just a bit, barely remaining within hir square, looking up from under hir lashes at the poor girl. "Are you certain you will not surrender...? Or perhaps try the grappling rules~?"
"Ya only got one, ya dirty bandits," the "warrior" of the group mrowls and beats her chest, even trying to flourish her papertowel roll sword. Unfortunately, she fails in this attempt and accidentally drops it to the floor much to her embarrassment as she picks it back up again with a mewl. "You'll never take our coin purrrrses! Back to the shadows from which you came!"
The DMcat looks at Lizzie and nods, once again casting her D20 across the table. Twelve! Not bad. That deserves some supplies, right? A few cat girls that have been observing throw a few 'weapons' towards the group for anyone to take. Paper towel roll swords, plastic knives, paper balls, the works for any post-apocolyptic LARP session.
Once again, the manticore moving up on the draws some fear from the cat girls. That didn't look like a bandit they've ever seen! But it was just a game, right? "Cat master! Cat master!" The one with the sword yells while waving her hands. "I'd like to try the grappling rules..." The girls behind her all let out 'Oooos' and meows, the DM of course complying with the request. "NYA!" The DM shouts after rolling the D20. A natural twenty! "A critical grapple! Good luck, warrior," she says with a giggle.
Edel reaches out for one of the paper towel swords, placing her real one back on her hip as her clothing nanomagic fashions up a black scarf, which she wraps around the lower part of her face. Like a proper bandit-maid, now! "You can't beat us, lassies!" She waggles the 'sword' menacingly in the air!
Cookies looks at the supplies and chuckles a bit, getting something of an idea and disregarding them for now. "I move forwards," she declares to the cat master. "You see, my turn is not yet over; I may cast immediately and then make my move. A clever cape indeed." She takes several dramatic steps across the grid and mumbles as though meticulously planning out and counting her steps, then stops next to the 'wizard' with the rolled up paper. "I take a swing with my kung-fu grip action bard fist to knock out the good wizardly feline!"
Lizzie jumps on the paper balls, gathering several up and turning to face them with her dreaded maid magic. "Behold, the dreaded fuckin' spell from beyond the realms." She says, coiling a ball back to toss right into the grapple with Bartolome and the warrior. "Taste the fury of RED DOT!" The last bit of the yell accompanied the throw, paper ball heading toward them with the fearsome and horrific enemy of all cats everwhere suffusing it's form. The roll slightly unfurled as it landed, the glossy page containing on it an advertisement for a red laser pointer in all its glory.
Spade looks the party over and, given their distance she boldly declares "I shall be using spikes upon the enemy." with a feigned roar once more. All targets within 30 ft of eachother, feel my wrath." she declares boldly. "A dice to be cast for each spike."
Rev scoops up a paper towel sword, and looks up to the DMcat. "I would like to roll for Making It Up As You Go." Which would allow him to set up a trap should he be successful. He then slides into a fencing postion."Now which if you lovely ladies would like to duel?"
Bartolome snatches up the cat girl sie's grappling, playfully, tackling her to the ground and tickling the kitty without remorse, smiling widely... When the 'Dreaded Red Dot' appears, the skunkette herm sits up on hir foe, glancing to the tacnuke to cat girl concentration that was the deadly laser pointer... "Well... It appears you may have to go~... Too bad." Leaning down and nipping the kitty's chin, before graciously allowing her to stand... If she wants to go after the dot.
Otherwise, the Spaniard is willing to 'grapple' for quite some time, giggling about 'stealing' from the kitty and the like, hir tail swishing and wings fluttering, encouraging the instinct for play... Or maybe something a little more intimate.
"BEEP."
The cat girls look around for a moment and shrug their shoulders before getting back into the game. "Nyaaa wait a second," the supposed mage claims, waggling her paper balls at Cookies. "I think you've all had enough turns. Hmph!" The mage crosses her arms and pouts. Even in this age, there will always be 'THAT GUY', or 'THAT CAT' in this case.
The cat girl beneath Bartolome is viciously and critically tickled, large giggles flowing from her mouth and nearly resulting in tears from the intensity.
"Oh... well, you see..." The flustered DM frantically flips through the manual's pages with little result, quite unsure of how to handle the situation. Nothing like a fresh DM on the chopping block. "Let's j-"
"BOOP."
Crash! A giant robot collides through the door on the DM's side on a somewhat slow and stomping course right for the grid. All of the cat girls panic, mrowling and throwing their weapons to the ground. "I-I uh! R-roll initials!" The DM cat throws the D20 right at the robot, harmlessly falling to the floor while she curls up in pure fear. If the robot isn't stopped, it might crush the poor cat girl! And the D20! A compartment opens up within their chest, perhaps implying it's getting ready to attack with its dreaded homing missiles rather than cute paper weapons. Who let this thing out of the parking garage?
Edel gives the tube a little twirl, grinning under the scarfmask. "And I will-" Then, there's that insidious laser pointer! In a moment of weakness, her instinct and habit overrides her professional nature and she dashes forward, diving for that dot, herself, before she can stop it!
Fortunately, the robot's entrance snaps her attention back to reality before she can do something humiliating. And that is rather problematic. She doesn't quite know what's going on, and doesn't want to hurt the ferals if possible... So instead, she darts forward a few steps, a tentacle sliding out from under her cloak, moving forth to try to tug the DM Catgirl to safety!
Spade rushes the robot, calling out "2 Claws Go!", attacking the imposing giant robot multiple times, possibly to be pointed out later but, she has to stay in character!
Cookies awaits the DM's ruling patiently, enjoying herself immensely- and then oh fuck there's a robot and Cookies has suddenly jumped ten feet in the air and her heart is pounding at a thousand miles a minute!!! The cat girl stumbles back a bit, then glares at the robot. "I don't think this robot's gonna play fair!" She cracks her knuckles, then grins. "But that's okay because neither will I." She flicks her right wrist with a slight twist near the end and all too suddenly, a small gun slides out of her sleeve and into her hand- some kind of laser-derringer? She tugs on the trigger twice and immediately after twin lances of laserfire go blazing towards the robot. Two smoking, burnt out batteries are ejected from the gun.
Lizzie started to turn red at the entrance of the giant robot, inturrupting her dreaded laser pointer spell from having any effect. It was the last draw. Fortunatly the others could handle getting anyone to safety hopefully. The mercenary charged forward, running right at the giant robot to grab it's foot and jerk upwards to trip it, hurl it into the sun, tear off the leg and beat it to death. Really the only likely result was the first unless it had really really frail joints. Her maid outfit fluttered around her form as she rushed in, a battle cry on her lips. "YOU MADE ME FUMBLE THE GOD DAMN CONCENTRATION CHECK!?"
Rev While Edel is attempting to resscue the DM cat. The solar dragon Directs his shield drone to cover the Cat. While in the meanwhile he pulls his Hell fire rifle from his back. the solar dragon takes aim with what is a massive breaching rifle made from a cannibalized 5mm cannon. The dragon takes aim at the giant robots head, and slowly exhaled. As he pulls the trigger.
Bartolome sweeps hir grappled catgirl up in one slender-seeming arm, wings flapping out with an audible thump against the air as sie launches hirself and hir new feral friend back and away... Setting the kitty down, sie draws hir sword and flicks the switch, the blades roaring to life, slender weapon hardly the usual chainsword... Sie leaps to find a weak spot on the foe, raking the weapon across the back of a knee in a fly-by attack. "En guardia, monstruo! Por Dios y por Espa�a, voy a derrotar a usted!" sie cries, hir azure wings swiping through the air like a blade unto themselves, body propelled at astonishing speeds.
Swoosh! The small and light DM cat girl is easily carried away within Edel's grasp even if it hasn't done anything for her nerves. Poor cat girls living so close to such large things. As she's being led away, the manual is clutched dearly against her chest like a cute teddy bear.
Just before the giant robot was about to step upon the precious D20, Lizzie grabs at the giant robot's foot with all her might much to its frustration. It stops in its tracks, wiggling its foot to try and get free. A flurry of blows from Spade cause the robot to wobble about along with inflicting a good amount of damage. Cookies' shot rings true, a few even hitting inside its chest to pause the launch of the dreaded homing missiles. One even explodes within his chest, and with Bart's chainsword attack, it certainly sends it tumbling to the ground. Clank! A bullet rings out right for the damaged robot's head while Bart's chainsword, finally sending the feral robot into a nanite induced repair state.
"I-is it over?" The DM cat girl asks, the others crawling out from where they were hiding from.
Edel gently withdraws her tentacles from the catgirl. "There, there. It'll be okay, miss! It's over, I think. That was very brave you know! Keeping that book safe like that? Things like that are hard to come by these days! You did a good job," she says genuinely, giving a bright smile.
Cookies lets out a self-satisfied harumph at the toppled robot, gun's barrels smoking slightly. She rummages through her stuff, pops in a new pair of batteries and snaps the gun shut again, then slides it back up along the holster on her wrist, securing it once more. With that, she brushes her hands and peers at the cat master. "It's over, thanks to our intrepid band of adventurers. We don't make good bandits, saving the day and all, do we?" She shrugs a bit and walks over to give the robot a nudge with her foot. "Might wanna drag this out. And get that fixed. In any case..." She turns to face the cat DM and smiles. "You know what? This place is /clearly/ not safe for fun and games these days," she says disapprovingly. "Darn robots. Were they always there? Oh well! Of course, I suppose there's always... Cat Town," she suggests slyly, shrugging a bit and batting her eyes some. "Why, I bet they'd whip up a place for you guys to play in peace in no time flat. I hear tell their mayor is suuuper wonderful and makes great gaming snacks, too! Don't tell anybody outside of the Convention Hall, but I even hear they're playing a spanking-new card game... But heck," she says with a plaintive 'what can ya do?' gesture. "That's way over the river. So far it could be... I don't know... An /adventure/, perhaps?" She taps her foot thoughtfully. "I guess we'll never know, being that we don't have any intrepid up-and-coming famous explorers of magical realms HERE... doooo weeeee?"
Lizzie breathed a little heavier, vengence completed and turned toward the cat girl DM. A question, the most important question of all adventurers blossomed on her lips. "How much XP was that shit worth?" It was important to have priorities when adventuring after all. The rest of the stuff about cat town didn't really concern her, it was the purview of the mayor after all.
Spade smiles and feigns a roar at the cat girls, before she smacks the ground hard. "I would like to copy your book." she says finally, smirking. "That way more people could play... and of course then we'll offer you safe passage to the town to play and have fun all you want. You don't want a manticore to come after your heros in low lighting do you?"
Rev loads another round into the chamber of his breaching rifle. While he keeps a close eye on the giant robot, and carefully listens for any companionabit may have."We may want to wait to make sure it's over. Before we act like it's over."
Bartolome swoops down to land atop the fallen robot, chainsword still revving... Sie looks it over, prepared to strike again... There were innocent lives at stake, and sie would rather not be careless... Hir large, abundantly fluffy tail sweeps back and forth, hir wings coil against hir sides... "Shall we leave it as it is...? This creature seems quite dangerous." Frowning, the strange sight of a nude skunkette herm with a chainsword poised to do violence to a gigantic robot not quite registering in hir mind.
Sie must imagine sie looks rather fierce, really, but... Well, there's just no way to make the curves and fluffy tail, cute muzzle and dainty paws menacing. Still, sie seems serious about finishing the entity off if necessary... It might have killed someone. To try and ease what sie imagined was the tension of the moment, sie gives a smile to the kitties and hir friends. "And so, Camilla's Bandit Band joined the Catgirl Heroes and slew the terrible giant! An interesting twist, si?"
"Nya! That encounter totally wasn't at our level," one cat girl jeers as she clambers out of the pile of tables. "But still! That must've been worth at least like a million XP! We're probably demicats meow." Despite the scare and such, it seems the cat girls had a good time in the end, laughing and hugging on each other and such.
Meanwhile, the DM cat dusts herself off and listens to both Spade and Cookies, considering their offer. "Of course we've heard about Cat Town. Just, you know... we've been here for so long. Mew. And... did you say card game?" A small rush of memories rush around in the cat girl's mind of day's past, battling others with wonderful trading cards! The cat girl cluthces her manual close, not quite sure if she should hand it over. "Trade... Show us these cards, perhaps give us some, and maybe... a tour of cat town? And how are mew gonna copy books anyways?"
"And I'd say the fight was worth like 2 million XPs for the bandits. And the robot will be fine. It's just... we'll move to a different part of the building. Stuff happens sometimes and you get used to it."
Edel taps her fingers together, grinning. "Well, see. People have been working on making digital copies of books and stuff, you know? That way there's plenty of copies for everybody that are safe from the nanites and stuff! So if we could trade you for that book, like you said, then we could get it scanned, and then we'd have have copies, you'd have copies, everybody has copies!"
Cookies shifts weight onto one leg and strokes at her chin. "A tour of cat town and some cards. I can do this. As long as you need shelter, feel free to nap about Cat Town; stay as long as you like, even. I'll let you in on a little secret: the mayor is me!" she mayorally nyas, puffing up her chest and putting a hand to her heart. "I can ensure you a place, if you like it! As for the cards..." She holds a finger up and rummages through her bag again, messing around with a few things until finally she pulls out a deck. She shuffles it in front of the catgirls, smiling widely. "There's a guy I know who'll sell you starter decks for cheap. I'll even provide the cash for it." She draws a few cards and hands them to the cat master, letting her get a good look for herself. "It's a work in progress, apparently, but it's something yet. I'd love to hook you all up, and if you hand over the manual for the Cat Town library, once it's copied you're as free to use it as anyone else, and if the hardcover is in use you can probably download it on a comm unit or something when all's said and done. How does that sound?"
Lizzie yawns a little bit, standing there and rubbing her eyes after the battle finally. She walks over toward the entrance of the entrance inside, glancing out for a moment and back toward Cookies. "Hey, you need us for anything else or shit like that? Sounds like you got this bullshit under control and it's winding the fuck down. Cat girls saved, goin' to a new town, all that shit. I'm 'bout ready to get paid."
Spade nods to the things that have been said thus far, smirking and looking to the robot before she looks about for her critical companion. "Be sure to come quickly before more robots come."
Rev waits a moment longer before strapping his rifle across his back. "Well that didn't go the way I expected at all but it was a lot of fun." H says while finding himself a place to sit near the others. While they decide their next move. "If you need an armed escort to help get them to cat twin. I'm game, however if you don't. I do have other things I should attend to at some point."
Bartolome sheathes hir blade when it seems like everyone has calmed down... Hir tail coiling back around hir legs, as sie clambers down from the downed robot. Sie gives that same curious bow/curtsey combination to the others. "...So... Mission accomplished? Si?" Sie offers, not entirely sure if this was all there was to it... Sie didn't want to get complacent, not when sie was being counted on...
Lizzie is looked to for cues, as the others are... The knight waits patiently for any further instructions, wings flexing idly, stance shifting as sie smiles gently, trying to keep a confident facade.
DMcat's eyes fall upon Cookies' deck, eliciting a short 'Ooo'. "Heey! Those cards have mutants on them! Do they have cat girls? They gotta have cat girls, nya! Maybe we can get a card or something."
It seems the cat girls are becoming quite excited, back to their springy selves! "Nya... well, I suppose! You did save us from the robot, so... Okay!" The DM hands over the book to be copied with a little hesitation, but she gets over it soon. They might get some cards soon anyways! "Let's have a quick visit I suppose."
Mission accomplished indeed. Reporting back to KS Solutions, the book is scanned and done with as promised and pay distributed. Another good day's work!
