Battle Hymn of the OWO - RPLOG
Participants
Date
30/12/2017
Log
The 30th of December, just two days away from the new year. It was a cold, windy afternoon, no the coldest but cold enough for some. That did not seem to affect a lot of the people in this gathering, they had more important business on their minds. Some looked angry, as if they were wronged by some unseen enemy, while others appeared jubilant enough that you would think they were awaiting the coming of their promised messiah. The vast majority were between those two states, seemingly just happy that something was happening. All in all, minus the fur and weapons...this all looked like your typical small town rally for some candidate to a state position, in fact....one would think it was designed to look that way.
As the time passed by, more and more survivors came to this little gathering, some just stumbling upon the little rally and deciding to stay and watch. The more feral looking mutants would however always be scared off by the OWO, but again most groups would scare off a naked mutant looking to start an orgy. Near the impromptu HQ of the OWO, where the speakers are likely sitting right now, a little Victorian explorer seemed to be arguing with a guard; unfortunately, it would take someone to jump through the gathering and walk past the guards to see what that was about.
Skylar was one of the mutants that heard about this rally happening, the dragoness felt a bit out of her element with so many humans around, she was still getting used to getting out in the streets again after a long while in a desk job and this was weirding her out. Spotting Miru arguing with a guard, she felt a bit of familiarity in seeing the journalist that interviewed her a few days ago, she tries closing in to her, making sure to steer clear from the angrier people and being very apologetic when she bumps into someone in the crowd. A series of 'sorry', 'oops', 'my bad hehe' happens as the top heavy dragoness navigates her way.
Callidora saunters casually through the crowd, smiling at anyone who pays her attention and also winking if they got her 'attention' in return. She's looking curiously about her at the various people present, taking note of them all though for different reasons than anyone there for more serious reasons. Unless interrupted first she might reach the argument by the stage, barring guards/ angry people stopping her or a particularly cute human-looking male being in the crowd.
Astara was more of a sight than many others, even many mutants.
The foxtaur had the mind to shrink herself to a (more) manageable 7 feet in height, shaving off about 2 to 3 feet, but she was still tall and imposing inherently in her build. Certainly on the extreme end of sexuality, too: the taur was endowed in every way possible, and could do little to constrain the several large rows of dripping breasts down below, stupidly large balls, nor the huge sheath that contained her (thankfully unerect) cock. Astara did, however, have her upper half clothed in a very Promethean-styled armor that hugged her human upper torso.
Keeping her distance at first, Astara skirted around the outer edge of the crowd towards the front. The last thing she wanted to do was cause too much of a commotion, or get any of the humans messy. She kept a non-threatening smile on her human face, but her blackened sclera and rather demonic-looking horns might yet undermine her intent...
Aaron has been a fixture in Fairhaven for years and years, enough that some of the locals might even recognize her...and that and two bucks will buy her a cup of coffee, around here. She expects no special consideration, working her way through the crowd as she does, trying to get closer to the front to hear what's being said. Those tall lapine ears naturally stand out among the crowd, granting her that extra height boost (and partially blocking the view of whoever is standing behind her, sorry about that). The presence of a few other mutants - including one she recognizes, thank goodness - is not lost on her, but she's not here on anyone's behalf but her own...for the purpose she seeks to serve is one no one else has stepped up to speak upon.
The flag of the USA, the Great Seal, the statue of liberty- all of these unmistakable symbols of the old world had been catching Cream's eye around Fairhaven in the form of graffiti, only recognizable to her thanks to her parents' teachings. Ancient relics of a life and ideology that she never belonged to, never had a chance to. She didn't think much of them until she was approached and invited to some kind of ragtag meeting, and now here she is, trying not to gawk too much at the largest gathering of humans she's ever seen in her life. Despite some trouble finding a place to see past the taller folks, she manages to get a half-decent glance at the going ons ahead of the crowd. Was that a pith helmet she just saw?
As our intrepid agents started filing in, more movement started occurring on behalf of the organizers with whispered words, and harried movement among the guards. In fact, some OWO members have began wadding into the attending groups, armed with pamphlets and ready to begin propaganda bombardment.
Skylar would earn herself a couple of nasty looks as she waded through the gathering, but by the halfway point she would find the hand of an angry-looking bald human in front of her, "Listen here, Missy. I get it. We all want to meet The Patriot, but respect your fellow American citizens. It would be best if you went towards the back or you can stay here, but no messing about." Callidora on the other hand is stopped by the much more standard 'five idiots who have no idea they are blocking the pavement, still assholes.' Looks like she will have to force her way through that, or just stay in position. To add to her trouble, she is suddenly pushed sideways as a guard who was standing nearby rushed past her towards the perimeter.
Further away around the 'entrance' to the gathering, the reason for the rushing guard is made clear. The mutant known as Astara didn't really look like she would fit here at all, made clear by the three humans moving towards her with their hands tight around their weapons. They were exchanging whispers among them before being shushed by the most senior-looking of the trio. The stern looking middle-aged lady then spoke up, "Hello mutant. I am guessing you are interested in the gathering? If not, then take a hike. If so, then I would kindly ask you to remain around the perimeter and to not move closer. Security you know, also health and safety." The two 'excuses' were muttered as if she wanted to make up a reason but gave up half-way through.
Aaron would receive a hand on her shoulder If she looked back then she would see a young lady born after P-day, who Aaron might or might not recognize. "Mrs Aaron. I am so happy to see you here. I knew someone like you would support The Patriot!" The young husky-morph said with a grin.
Cream has been ignored...for about a minute before a rather buxom lady in corporate attire shoved a pamphlet in her face. "Aren't you the cutest, little Miss. Are you here to learn more about our dear Columbia? That is the right thing for a young American girl to do, I bet you would have made a great Girl Scout back in my day." The lady said in a sickeningly-sweet tone.
Skylar gets less and less certain of what she's doing as the angry looks pile on. As the hand appears, she immediatly stop with an 'eep!'. She hears what the human has to say and promptly answers. "Oh, sorry! Hm, I was just trying to get to my friend over there-" She points at Miru, which really wasn't her friend but...in this situation it was pretty much the closest to one she had. "I'll just go over there and not bother anyone, is that alright?" She also notices the armed people getting near the large foxtaur and begins noticing that this was a really bad idea...
Astara's smile faded as the guards approached her, going to more of a slight frown; yet, she didn't express anger. That wouldn't go over well, no matter if she WAS frustrated. "I am indeed interested, so thank you for not shooting first and asking questions later." She didn't let her underlying emotions seep into her voice as she spoke, keeping a calm, even, and inviting tone... but that in of itself might be a little spiteful given the circumstances. The taur isn't disillusioned to the reality of what was going on. "No matter what you think based on my appearance, I'm no monster." She crosses her arms across her impressive bust. More 'on top' than actually across.
Aaron smiles faintly over her shoulder at the husky. "Actually, I'm still undecided on that." she admits. "I haven't really been informed on what The Patriot is trying to do yet, and that's what I'm here to find out: this visit is one hundred percent information gathering. If his cause is good and just, maybe I can lend a hand!" She rests a hand on the one upon her shoulder, gently patting it and offering a warm smile. "Do you think you can tell me what they're all about, or do you think I should wait for them?" Could it be? Could no one have shared information with Mrs. Aaron about The Patriot? That means...that means she sought them out of her own accord! And then...there's the sight of other mutants being stopped. "Hmm. I hate to interrupt this, but could you excuse me?"
If the husky girl lets her step away, she'll approach from the other side of those three men. "Astara!" she calls out with a bright smile. "I'm so glad you could make it." There's a brief glance at the men and their weapons, and she promises, "It's all right, she's with me. I'll take full responsibility for her."
Cream's world-weary eyes abruptly light up once she realizes she has a mark, taking on a more childish glow despite the dark circles beneath them. "Gosh, lady, I don't know too much about America," she pipes up, taking the pamphlet and glancing over it to determine just what sort of schlock these crazies are pushing. "I sure would like to, though! Who is The Patriot, anyhow? Is he one of them presidents I heard about once?" She's become used to donning the mask of the naive young girl, is gradually refining it to an art, though there's still something just the slightest bit off about her, and it isn't just the ears and tail.
Callidora sighs as her path is blocked by the group in front of her. She looks to either side, seeing no way past and then... Oh. One having glance behind him turned out to look rather passable. Stepping in close to the group the press of the crowd gave her all the excuse she needed for the young man to feel something very soft and curvy suddenly pushing against him. "Oh, sorry!" she says, having learned to fake that stupid modesty thing while smiling and batting her eyes. "The crowd is... So what is happening here? I was just given an invitation here but the man who gave it wasn't giving many details." He also probably couldn't have described her face, but such things fail to concern the young female.
Another glance towards the back of the building would reveal that the Pith helmet-wearing journalist was now arguing with two guards, if her tomato-red face with any indication, but no one really was paying attention to that right now. What grabbed the attention of the crowd was the sudden static noise that indicated that the speakers on the stage were turned on, the electronic speakers. Not a minute later, the distinctive voice of Woody Guthrie is heard as he sang 'This Land is Your Land'. One could notice some in the crowd tearing up, but all remained silent. One voice tried singing along, but, after ten seconds without any support, fizzled out; It appears no one was in a singing mood today.
The guard looked stone-dead at Skylar before turning around to see where she is pointing. He looks back at her, bemused, "Missy...that is behind the stage which is off-limits. You can wait here for the 'journalist'..." he stopped to suppress a chuckle, "...but you are not taking a step further. You can also join that mutant there." He pointed at Astara in the distance.
The husky smiled sheepishly at Aaron, "Well, they did tell us to keep quiet, and I don't know anything about The Patriot." She then pointed at the stage before carrying on, "As for the group well...oh, okay." The husky moved away letting Aaron past.
The lady smiled at Astara, "Just doing my duty, Ma'am." She said with little humor as she, and her two colleagues, turned around to see the bunny coming along. "Sure thing, little rabbit. Keep an eye on her." The officer said with a chuckle, Aaron would also notice that he definitely never seen this lady before in Fairhaven.
The pamphlet Cream's hand gave out little factoids about 'the greatest country on Earth', modified for maximum patriotism, and vague promises about bringing it back, and how they must all unite and rebuild. Just the right mixture of fact, fiction, and hopes.
The human grunts as he feels Callidora crash into him, "You better be sorry..." he says as he turns around looking down, "Err, miss?" He said before shrugging at her questions, "Well, don't know much. This is my first time here as well."
Skylar blinks at the music, she doesn't recognize it, which confuses and kind of scares her even more seeing the people fall silent and try to sing it. Seeing Miru getting angry and being approached by more guards worries her. All this makes her look quite distressed. She jumps in place as the guard talks again, and quickly nods, lifting her hands up and nodding. "I, uh, I understand. Sorry. I'll wait here for my friend if you'd allow it." She says meekly before making certain her jacket's zipper is all the way up, after this, she simply crosses her arms and waits, if the guard allows her to.
Callidora smiles and also bats eyelashes, as she's learned that when dealing with a certain kind of male there is no overkill. She wraps her arm through his and presses close as if a little nervous, coincidentally pressing her breasts against him and making sure he can see down them if he turns to look at her. "Some of the people don't seem too friendly to mutants" she observes with the same air of someone noting what colour drapes are. "And who's that making trouble at the front? Oh, is it starting?"
Astara blinks a few times as a familiar rabbit pops out of the crowd! Her face lights up immediately to a grin as she gives her a wave of the hand. "I'm glad to see you, too!" she replies, sighing with relief that the guards are leaving her alone. "Thanks for that, Aaron."
"I swear, the first time I'm back in town in months and something *interesting* is happening..."
Aaron nods to Astara. "No worries. Come on, let's see what all this is about. And don't worry, we're not exactly the only mutants here." She beckons for her longtime acquaintance to move forward with her, politely excusing herself to press forward amidst the crowd. If possible, she'll attempt to locate the husky girl from earlier...either way, she'll stand in polite reverence when the song is played, one hand over her heart. When in Rome, do as the Romans do, even if the Romans consider you a monster. She'll stand in place with her hand over her heart (and nudge Astara to do the same, if needed) until the song ends, and make no more progress forward until then.
Cream quietly folds the pamphlet away and pockets it, working her way as close to the front of the crowd as she can manage as quickly as possible, nudging and mewling out, "Pardon me, just trying to get to my dad," as her little excuse while she rudely wiggles past folks.
Another glance towards the building would reveal the okami talking to a more senior looking lady, one could almost imagine all the colorful language the seething journalist would be using right now. Meanwhile just as the song finished another played immediately afterwards, this time the classic 'Battle Hymn of the Republic', NOW everyone looked solemn and lowered their heads in silent respect.
The guards nods at Skylar, "Sure thing, but I am keeping my eye on you." he said as he walked back to his post, not ten meters away, eyes looking over the crowd but always glancing the dragon.
Astara and Aaron manage to enter the gathering now, but they are quickly stopped from going any further in by a couple of guards, at least they can be considered part of the 'crown' now so that's a step-up. Aaron would also notice the same husky moving closer to them, "Oh, hello." she said with a smile.
Cream was not offered much resistance, except the angry occasional angry glances and the whispered insults. She was practically less than five meters away from the stage now, and could hear the mention of biscuits and a Queen's underpants from further ahead.
The young blonde lad coughs nervously as the vampire lady barzenly breaks into his personal space, "I didn't really notice much..." he said as he looked into the rest of the crowd, "I mean they are just protecting us from ferals you know." The male then looked to the front before grinning, "Oh that's Miru. You know the one who kept posting on the news board. I think she is probably here to make a report about the Old World Order." He paused then more quietly added, "Between you and me, I think that outfit is really silly, but she does carry off those shorts."
Skylar simply nods back and lets out a meek 'thanks'. She continues with her arms crossed and focused at Miru. Not moving an inch from her position to not anger the guards or give anyone besides her reason for anything. Just hoping Miru either looks her direction so she can wave at her. No way she was going to make her way back through the crowd now, specially with another one of these songs she doesn't recognize at all.
"True, true. Lead the way; much better than if *I* do!" Astara says back to Aaron, before doing just that; following behind at a close enough proximity that no one will get between them, but far enough away that Aaron isn't in the shadow of the taur. Or in her 'wet' range.
Astara stops with Aaron, and catches on, giving her a nod. She didn't need to be told, though! The taur actually got a chill, quite noticable on her body given how much of it there is. "It's been so long since I've heard this last..." she mumbles, quietly.
Aaron lowers her head in respect as well, making no attempt to get past the guards. Fortunately, she's old enough to remember some of the traditions, so she's got some idea of what to do WITHOUT cues...and the rest of it can be picked up from the people around her. Whatever she does, it's probably not wise to offend the people around her; it's so much easier to see and understand and be accepted if she can fall in with the rank and file! "Shhh." says the bunny...not harshly, but firmly, as if to suggest that this is a time for silence.
The song, the meaning, the significance of it is largely lost on Cream at first, but when she looks around she can, for a moment, almost glimpse what it is to the men and women rallied around her. Her childish facade falters for a long moment as she glances around in a squint. What was America, that it meant so much to these people? What was its relevance to the world they live in today? Perhaps most perplexing to her was the song itself. The words she understood, but their significance was increasingly lost on her. The words almost don't leave her mouth for fear of causing undue offense, whispered very quietly, "Where, then, does 'God' march on to?" It's spoken out of genuine wonder rather than malice or sarcasm. Amidst all the strange deities popping up, the abrahamic faiths had been forgotten to the catgirl, and the direction of this movement seems loose at best.
Callidora frowns in momentary confusion. "But then why would she be arguing? Aren't they going to be telling us everything soon anyway?" She regards the safaari-garbed figure with an intent and critical eye. "Mmm... But yes, she does fill out those shorts very nicely doesn't she?" The vampire winks at the boy and goes back to examining the various goings-on, though she does take advantage of any movements in the crowd that might let her draw the boy away from his group of companions. The way that Taur seems to be pressing through the crowd looks to be a good opportunity so she tags onto the end of that group, whispering to her companion that they can get a better look this way. How hard can it be to make a healthy male ignore common sense and follow a girl as stacked as she is... Especially when she has various powers to employ if he proves too reluctant?
The stand off at the back seems to come stand-still as the trio of Order goons talked to each other. The reporter took this opportunity to look around, noticing the dragon and giving her a wave. Then a conclusion is reached as the trio escort the nuisance away, finally clearing the entrance.
The husky eeps and goes silent as well, imitating Aaron's actions as song the song plays.
Cream receives a gentle hand on a her head for her question. If she looks back she will see a rather old-looking man, old by nanite-bubble standards. The man was crying in earnest as he whispered to her, "Then he marches on to restore America, miss."
The man chuckled, "I have no idea, I hear she has also been thrown out of Zephyr a couple of times because she tried getting up to the exec areas." The man 'oofs' as the vampire pulls him, and he does actually follows but suddenly stops and looks back, "Hey, wait this is a good vantage." he says.
The reason why the man stopped is clear, because it certainly appears that the main show is about to start. Because when the song ended everything went silent for a moment, and the entire crowd looked eagerly at the stage. Then the doors of the building opened, and the speakers jumped back to life again blaring a melody loudly, 'Hail to the Chief'
Skylar takes a few steps towards Miru, but stops as she knows she won't be able to get closer to her. Her tail starts to go from left to right out of sheer nervousness. She begins nibbling onto one of her claws as she builds courage to ask the guard where they were taking Miru, but one more weird maching band music begins to play. She then paces back to her original place and keeps her eyes open towards the stage, getting really curious on who this guy is.
Astara's scent would be very heavy for Callidora, given she's following behind the taur; her leaking remnants all over the ground did not help matters in that front. At least if most of these humans were in fact human, their sniffers wouldn't be nearly as attuned to picking up on it.
She relaxed her posture after the reverent, somber atmosphere had lifted and the song changed, raising her head a little higher. Her curiosity was obvious. "Ohhh. I guess we're about to begin, now, see who our... 'President' is." The last part is far more mumbled, to really only reach those close to her.
Aaron nods to Astara, but says nothing. The person coming up on stage is not a president, of course; a president must be duly elected by the populace, and he has not been. If he truly is a patriot, he'll understand. For the moment, she stands calm and patient...something big is about to happen, and if she's not attentive to every last detail, she may miss something crucial.
Cream very nearly swats the old man's hand away, but restrains herself enough to maintain some sense of politeness. She forces a smile up at him before turning her attentions to the stage. She wouldn't miss this for the world, not after all that buildup.
Callidora smiles back at the man and locks eyes with him. "Oh, just follow along with me and you'll be fine- I know what I'm doing!" she tells him. Fortunately she's not even slightly male or she might have lost control just by being behind the taur- as it was, the musks weren't doing much for her state of mind. Making sure the boy won't be troubled by anything else he might see or think of she follows to- where *are* they going to anyway? Well, she's away from his friends and after seeing what the fuss is about she can pull the boy somewhere quite to get some pleasant relief.
It appears that Cream has a bit of a prophetic streak because the man that walks past the opened door looks like he came straight from crossing the Delaware, specifically the painting. Standing tall on the stage was an idealized image of a Founding Father, breeches, wisket, frock coat, the entire shebang. The only thing that was off was the head. The entirety of the head was covered in black cloth, except the face which had a Porcelain mask over it, with the USA flag pattern on it. Atop it was a powdered wig. The mask did look a bit off, but it was smiling at least. This figure stepped forward and put firmly gripped the podium in front of it, gazing upon the crowd. Who almost reached a hundred, if not more.
The crowd went into a frenzied applause, which cheering and whistling. Some were so overcome, they went down on their knees weeping. Somehow this overjoy seemed a bit off, but the basis behind it was genuine.
Callidora's would be victim just swatted her hand away. "Look, we can do that later. I need to see this." The lad said as they just went past Astara. With that, he turned around to look upon The Patriot. A couple of the guards noticed the commotion and gave Callidora a nasty look. It appears they are not fond of something causing trouble just as the main show is starting.
Skylar smiles as she sees the weird civil war cosplay with the weird mask. Sure it seemed off but, it's kinda cool in a way! She claps a bit along with the crowd, still smiling as her tail stops fliting rapidly, and begins to sway around in a more fluid and relaxed movement. She only stops clapping when the crowd does so too. And when she does, she looks and listens intently to the figure on the podium.
Astara had a smile on her face already, but her whole spirits were uplifted the moment The Patriot came out. It was natural. It felt natural. Just... well, she still had other emotions that battled it out from within her. "Well. That's... interesting." The taur was suspicious. Happily suspicious, but suspicious. There was something off...
Aaron can't restrain herself from smiling as well, but a quick glance at Astara had her elbowing the larger mutant in the side. "Don't fall for it." she speaks in a quiet voice, leaning a bit closer to Astara to say it. "I feel it too, but I came here confused and I suddenly feel all cozy-warm." A moment's thought passes, and she adds, "I can't stop the feeling, but my thinking mind knows it's out-of-place. I bet yours does, too." This heralds another firm nudge, this one intended to be firm enough to be unpleasant. Certainly not harmful, but maybe enough to take the edge off of a good mood. As for the bunny herself...she may be compelled to be happy, but she doesn't have to stop thinking.
Cream rubs at her head in brief confusion as a rush of alien happiness floods her otherwise typically rather grumpy mind. It's an almost welcome feeling, paradoxical in how utterly confusing it is to her- the feeling is not entirely her own, and in that respect it causes her some degree of alarm, but it is somewhat muted in the face of the fact that she really just can't help but to smile a bit. Fight or flight instincts start urging her to get the hell out of there, and yet she stays, too curious to see what happens next and a little too emotionally confused to be able to leave without attracting unwanted attention, besides.
Callidora feels the happy feelings flowing through her and smiles widely. This was strange, usually she'd be feeling the opposite of happy at having her intended dinner-date push her away like that. Maybe she was just looking forward to having him later? Everyone was applauding loudly and as she looked about her. This seemed a bit odd, but it was making her feel nice for now so, she carried on watching.
