Into the Fray - Pt1 - RPLOG
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Sunday April 21, 2019=Log=
T'was a cloudy noon in the forsaken city of Woodfield, a city plagued by grotesque mutants, haunted by the nearby crypts, now forsaken by those that once kept it relatively safe. With the stabilizing presence of RSX weakened in the area, feral mongrels and beasts have seized this opportunity and advanced further into the otherwise tranquil centre of the hellish cityscape. Intervention comes as a sharpened blade and a loaded gun, those willing to risk life and limb for a modest payout arriving, told to meet at exact coordinates in the shadows of an old alleyway, far from their intended mark.
There, they'd be greeted by a familiar face, a big-eared vulpine crouched down and leaning against the wall, his muzzle tugged into an eternal smirk of mischief and mystery alike, gaze cutting into what appeared to be a large parchment while a pencil locked between his fingers danced across its surface. He'd pass a silent nod the way of each and every hired gun that steps within view, gesturing for them to gather around as he dots away the final details of his project, just a few more spots to finish it up, and he'd address them with what they'd have to do. "You didn't attract anything, I hope?" his first question rings out, nose twitching, sampling the air around them~
Arris shakes her head at the question. "Don't think I did, no." She glances over her shoulder, double-checking her trail; only spotting the other agents she quietly moved ahead of. "So, Mag, what's the briefing for the mission? Anything we need to keep a look out for?" From her back, she lifts the shoulder strap of her sniper rifle and rests its stock against her foot, holding it by the barrel and pointing it upwards.
Arriving in his combat gear the infernal hound strides through the city to their rendezvous with the fennec. Grand, breach-action, scattergun and assorted grenades at the ready and gasmask hanging around his neck Ebreus smiles, hardly feeling threatened by the denizens of the forsaken city. "Doubt anything has followed me." he replies, "'Course I'd expect the ferals here to still know what an agent is and that they generally don't win that matchup." He stretches lightly before looking to the rest of the gathering party and then back to the fennec, "Anything new in the city?"
What a meeting place. An shady alley. Not very heroic. Like a bunch of scoundrels schemening. Despite that fact the elf was here, a little worried for her well being. Mayhaps this wasn't all at an organized call to arms but a trap by evil doers to lure the heroes and adventurers and rid the world of them. None the less the elf stepped into a forming circle of bodies. Eyes lingering over the weaponry. None matched her arsenal of a bow and a knife, she however expected the others to pull their weight, somehow. A smile and a shrug was all she could offer. If someone did follow her. She didncockpit know.
With a strange 'zzzt' noise, which can be easily identified as a sound of a cloaking device turning off, a serpentine figure appears. The strange snake lady seems to be already prepared for action, wearing a black tactical vest and a filter mask, the same as those issued to RSX Operatives. She also carries a short sword in a scabbard on her back and a PPD-VA as her sidearm. Her black outfit contrasts with her pale skin and the pink jello of her tail. The lamia smirks and says, "Ha, even you couldn't notice me." As soon as she says this, she blushes, probably realizing that she may seem as a little bit overconfident.
"With all these scents, it's a miracle..." he'd sigh softly and glance around the group. "Alright. It's a nasty one today." A soft *tap* is heard as his pencil strikes a small encircled red X on the map he'd drawn. "Night Stalkers." he'd answer Ebreus specifically. "A bitch to hunt during the night, fast and clever, vicious vermin, territorial, aggressively-so. A nest of the damnable things popped up just here." he'd tap twice more where the tip of his pencil had struck. "An old office building, still in good shape, but housing an underground facility. An employee garage of all things. If I'm right, then those things have a nest set up in its bowels. Now here's the kicker." he'd exhale sharply through his nose and slide the map forward such that the others could take a better look.
"These red spots right here are where the locals gather most frequently during the day. Nanite Humies, Gladiators, Androids, standard fare for the area." he'd explain "Humanoids, not very fast or very bright, some might still have holdout weapons from before they lost it, but the lot will try close-quarters. While I was scouting the area, I noticed something else." he'd run his finger over the east-most street visible on the rough map "This area is usually feral-free. They don't go there, and I can't tell why just yet. My best guess is that it's pretty exposed and those things are most comfortable keeping between the ruins, but..." he'd shrug deeply.
"The task is pretty simple. Either bazooka your way into the compound marked here, find their nest, destroy it as you see fit, fire, gas, grenades, whatever... I'm not paid to care for beasties. Mind though that the Stalkers are likely asleep during this time of day. Shocking, I know... they're nocturnal. Cause too much noise and you'll wake em' up. Do that, and they may well flee and become a problem later on. Now, TECHNICALLY we're told to just get then to fuck off, but that doesn't mean they won't come back. Again though, I am not being paid to care about that." the fox shakes his head. "I've got my own things to do, so you lot decide how you want to approach this."
Zophah comes running in, out of breath. The vixen wearing her usual labcoat and bikini she doesn't look like she's ready for any kind of fight at all, the only visible weapon she has being a compound bow and quiver strapped to her back. As she straitens her side bag she says "Sorry I'm late, only just woke up from a long night's sleep." She takes a good look at the map already layed out, stil breathing heavily.
Ebreus hums, "Well a job done right is a job that doesn't need someone else to fix your mess next week..." he says. As Uvi decloaks he grins and looks over to her, "You're not invisible in the infra-red spectrum." he says and points to his crimson-glowing eyes. Looking over the map as his ears swivel around to the sound of the approaching vixen he hums as he thinks through the rout, "Well if we eschew cover we can follow the road south a block and it'd be a mostly clear shot to the building." he says after Zophah explains her tardiness. Spinning around he smiles, "Welcome to the party... been a while hasn't it?"
