Attempt to discuss Foxmind and the Survivers - RPLOG
From Flexible Survival
Participants
Date
12/8/2013
Log
A rather warm Augest evening in Fairhaven, most people winding down for the day. Zypher was just switching to night crew when in through the doors comes a Demonic Fox! A few of the agents insead jump up at his bursting in, wondering what the commotion could be about. No alarms, no security, so there can't be too much to worry about.
Alkain pants as he bursts into the lobby, looking like he ran or likely flew very hard to get here quickly, "Someone... We have to help... Please..." between gasps for breath, "They're dying..." he looks very worried as he looks around the room
Acetyl makes its way through the Zephyr building, minding its own business, Iatro schlumping along at its side. Ignoring the odd looks some people gave the small nanite golem, Acetyl is just heading into the lobby to rest and hang out for a while when a Demonic Fox bursts through the doors, shouting. Both Storm Dragon and iatrogenic golem swing their heads in the direction of the noise - the former perking its ears, the latter with no ears to perk, but aware and interested regardless. "Who the what now? Slow down, buddy. Start from the top."
Walking into the room, Arano glances around - he had a long day of exercises and other combat related drills and such. The Solar Dragon's usual shine dulled by some camoflage paint and other stuff to make him less of a walking beacon. He had planned to just walk through the lobby and head home to rest when the demonic fox burst into the room - the words that REALLY caught his attetion where 'they're dying'. Blinking at the fox, the solar dragon asks, "Who is dying? What's going on?"
Finally, a chance to drop-off some paperwork! With a stack of papers clutched in his clawed fingers, Dio begins making his way for the Zephyr building. The shotgun strapped to his back occasionally jingles, papers and the cloth of his suit flopping in the warm summer wind. Now he just needs to turn these papers in and go see his wife... "Huh?" Before he was about to enter the lovely smelling lobby, he notices a fox fly on by. While it didn't seem dangerous, considering the lack of response, the lion certainly wasn't going to take his chances. Folding and stuffing the papers into his pants, Dio unstraps his shotgun and places it in his hands, pointing it down at the floor for now as he goes to see what the commotion was all about. "Hello there," he waves, slowly approaching the growing group. "Is anyone in need of assistance?"
A Kitsune is curled up on one of the couches. Rorne is sleeping there rather soundly, all curled up and comfortable, her tails draped over her to create a small, auburn ball in the corner. However, the commotion catches her attention, and she perks up slowly, yawning gently. She looks about, seeing the crowd growing, and stands up. With a slow stretch, she hops down and, slowly, wanders closer to the group. Something was going on, and she was quite curious as to what. Maybe she could offer some assistance? Hopefully with little changing on her part. Less fun if she needs to show what she prefers to look like and can stay a quad-Kitsune.
At the frantic fox calling out things, Mike comes over and looks him over, "Calm down now, who needs help, and where do they need it?" he asks looking over all the others that approch as well. "What is going on lad, slow down a bit." he says again, and a good deal of other agents join in the sentaments.
Alkain looks to the gathering of people around him and nods in relief as he takes a few more calming breaths, "The... Well, they need help... They'll need food... They're being starved..." he looks to Dio and the others and sighs, "It's the Fox Mind, I'm convinced they just want to live their own way. They don't want to hurt anyone, not really..." he looks sad and worried still
Arano scratches his head, "Fox mind... wait, is this about these packmind things which are like the borg or something... I've never encountered them in person, but explain to me WHY I would want to help them exactly?" he inquires, "Granted, I'm not even sure what they EAT, all I've learned is that they used to be people and now... aren't. But I don't know, just going based on what I heard."
Even Mike was getting in on the action! And a kitsune! Though, now was not the time for idle chit-chat and greeting. Dio lowers his shotgun a little more, but still keeps his distance away from the crowd, especially after hearing about a packmind. "Infected by the fox were you," he questions, not quite recognizing Alkain in his new form. "If they're being starved NOW, then that implies they had a good source of food earlier. What was it previously? Did they overhunt?"
The Storm Dragon's frown deepens. "Okay, you've got our attention, but I meant it when I said beginning. Who exactly are they? Give us the story, from the top. Tell us what's happening, and why. We can't do much to help without knowing that." As it speaks, it keeps an eye on Iatro, the nanite golem, who is peering very curiously at all the strangers surrounding them. New people! Glancing at Arano, Acetyl adds, "You sound like you understand some of what he's saying. At least some of us do.
Acetyl adds, after a moment, "I mean, if you know why. If you don't, that's okay. But we definitely need the who, what, where, and how, at least."
A few back away at the idea of a packmind, though Mike stays near, "Come now, being starved out, how do you starve out a packmind? Where are we going, I can get us there, but not if I'm going to wind up being eaten myself." he says, tapping his paw a bit, "Come now lad, do give us the story." he says again.
Rorne stops in her tracks as she hears 'Foxmind.' She had already been to Oregon, and she was already infected. She is quite sure that she doesn't want to even tempt it. She enjoys the packmind she is in already, as it's like a second home to her. Nonetheless, she continues, stopping a bit short of the Demonic Fox as she looks them over. As long as they don't get hostile, and nothing else from any Packmind attacks, she's good. She remains completely silent, though, and only sits calmly, her tails flowing gently.
Alkain shakes his head at Arano and frowns, "Yes, the packmind and their still in a collective consciousness. I've seen it." he looks to Dio and nods at that, "Yes, Dio. It's the camp of 'survivors'," he practically growls it out, "That are starving them. They had hunting grounds but the group took it, they won't share." he looks to Ace and frowns, more "They just need food, they don't need Biomass to survive, I don't think." he looks to Mike and ponders, "It's near the survivor camp in Oregon, the one fighting the packminds."
Arano scratches his head again and says, "OK... so once again I ask - why should I help them? I mean, they used to be people, then were forced to be a part of this collective consciousness that destroys thier individual identities so far as I'm aware. I'm curious about WHY we should be saving them instead of making preperations to dance upon their collective graves... if my understanding of packminds is completely off do tell me, but for now I'm pondering looting party supplies." It's clear that the solar dragon is very unmotivated right now - perhaps due to misinformation, but for now it's clear his help - and in turn the help of his 25mm rifle - would require incentive.
Acetyl closes its eyes for a moment, rubbing at the base of its horn. After a moment, it emits a short, clipped sigh, then looks up again. "At this point, I'm getting the idea I've been left out of the loop. I've kept to my own business for the most part up until now. Can someone maybe summarize this story a bit? What exactly is a packmind, who are the survivors, and why are they killing each other?"
