Imperii finis est scriptor - RPLOG
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Date
9/5/2017
Log
With light cloud-cover and a gentle breese it is a nice day in New Dawn. Though the weather doesn't reflect the activities of the mutants of the town. They preparing their assembled information on Constantine's Compound for the Agents that have responded to their call to action. r% r% One of the hutts has been cleared of its normal use to be a more secure meeting place for this occasion and their contact, a female Alpha Husky, waits inside for the Agents she will be briefing for this mission.
Otto was not sure what to expect from this assignment. He was looking for trouble, this much was clear, the canine out and about to test out a few new gadgets, see how they perform and how he performs with them! While he was garbed in his usual attire, those who knew the canine would note a few alterations to his loadout. No longer was he unprotected and covered with a few measly layers of cloth that did next to nothing to keep him protected. Nay, for now he wore a rather serious looking set of reinforced platemail that tied in with his usual attire quite well. His weapons were all ofcourse present and accounted for, kept in top shape, primed, loaded and ready for use at the tip of a hat.
Looking around the peculiar settlement known as New Dawn, Otto notes its primitive charm. The Prometheans seemed to like things simple, and did it quite well. Their huts had a certain appeal to them, a charm that was hard to describe, a calling back to a simpler time before skyscrapers and parking lots. It reminded him of the Aassahke and their peaceful tribal ways. It'd been a while since Otto had gone to see Chenoa, so he took a note to change that once this mission was complete. For now, he heads into the hut where they were to gather, and looks around. Once he spots the Alpha husky, he stands at attention and greets her with a nod. "Soldier 1206 reporting for duty." he says with a bright smile and an enthusiastic yip! "Am I the first to arrive?"
Pelle spotting somebody enter one of the huts fully armored follows after them "is this the place of this mission?" she looks up to the coyote "and I do believe you're the first one" she wakes past the coyote and into the room her body covered with weapons seemingly thrown on as she can make them fit and turns to the two "I'm pelle and I'm ready for duty" she give the two a bow she flutters into the air after she is done with the bow hovering around head height
A stirring in a breeze seemed too light and soft for that which Mokou prepared. The sun shone between scattered clouds and rays of light lit the ground, not even the faint touch of springs last breath seeming to touch beneath the fennecs coat. Her shirt and shorts clad about her, the ground seeming too could beneath her as she stalked toward the hut, the one in the message, a quiet shudder in her breath. There was no easy solution to this, and there was no happy ending to be found from it after all it seemed. Her comms never seemed to leave her hand, the little information she had been given read and reread a dozen times. Using them as...
The young lady looked back up, her hand shoving the comms back in her pocket, eyes clinging back to the hut before her. Slight, but functional... She had to admit it still brought a smile to her muzzle. It was... something akin to home. And that... is why she looked back to the Husky within the tent. Why she stood, and gave her a small nod, ears flashing to the side at that yelp of a yip! A warrior, clad in arms and armaments beyond her grade... She shook her head. That wasn't... wasn't the point. Besides, if that lass could be here... If she could fight, she should be able... "Ah... Not a soldier. Here to help though. Here to... To stop this... Barbarism." Eyes flashing over to those beside, it was only a brief pause before she shot back a swift nod. "Y-yeah..."
Krixia was not used to this. Sure, she was promethean herself, but she was more of a solo worker. 'merc for hire, with standards' sort. Now that some things had come and gone, it was time for her to actually swallow some of that stubbornness and work together with folks in a less 'improvised' style. As she approached the hut, a hand lifted up and slid fingers through her hair, the red locks not tied up behind her head or around it shifted and tussled around a bit. When her hand dropped, she slipped it into a pocket, much like the other. While she wasn't a military trained fighter, she most definitely had training. Rather than a fully geared up outfit, she was wearing some light leather armor on her that had some runic symbols in celtic, giving off just the faintest hint of an aura around her to anyone that might be close enough. Ironically, they didn't detract from her clothes all that much.
Instincts had her checking out the hut and looking for potential traps or holes for ambush signals. Even hearing someone speak about arriving for duty, it didn't keep her from watching for more traps once inside the hut. "Oi", was her unprofessional role call obligation. Eyes went over who she'd be going on the mission with and kept herself away from the entrance some, reaching into her leather jacket to pull out a pair of bladed gloves. Slipping the gloves on, she pulls them on tight, wiggling her fingers. Likewise runes to her armor show on them and she finally takes a look at the husky to adress her properly. "Krixia", wasn't hard to know the human redhead celt fighter within the faction. A glance given to the others, she upnods them on the whole, then flashes a peace sign. "Oi."
Firecracker arrives on the scene, landing on the coyote's head as she stands upright on her hindlegs, folding her forelegs over her chest. Her current appearance differs drastically from the one most are accustomed to. Gone are the joyful amber eyes and playful smile from the pegasus's face, replaced with fiery red irises and a cocky grin to match, though her eyes may be a bit difficult to see through the red-tinted triangular glasses she wears over them. Rather than her usual nudity, on her back is a red cape with orange flame patterning on the bottom and a silhouette of a firecracker in the center.
"Alright, I'm sure you have some big long speech you wanna give about this. How about we skip all that and just get right to the ass kicking?" the fiery little pegasus suggests. "Just say whose ass needs kicking and point me in a direction, we'll free those guys in no time." She looks to the Irish lady introducing herself, nodding her head upwards in return, "I'm Firecracker!" she says with a grin.
