Patriot Arc - Celebrating Your Demise - RPLOG
From Flexible Survival
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Date
11/2/2018
Log
The event will soon start. More and more civilians have arrived, from various factions and groups. It is noticeable that there is a sizable Mall rat presence, to be expected, and Prommies. A number of politicians can also be seen in the crowd, of note is Giovanni Sabella who is conversing with one of the K9 officers. No sign of Dr. Long yet.
Standing near the refreshment stall, but not really eating or drinking anything, is a rose-furred feline in a black bodycon dress. Over the dress she wears a navy woolen shrug that seems to be hand-crocheted, and there's enough gaps in the fabric that one can barely make out a leather holster. It seems like Rosi is expecting trouble at the event, if the way she glances warily at anyone going for snacks is any indication.
As she often did, when things were going on around the mall, Edel had arrived. She didn't expect anyone to make a move on Rod, but ever since that last time she made a note to be on hand just in case. Never keeping him out of sight, the tanuki was leaning on the banister of the upper level, dressed in her black and gold regal robe, stifling a yawn as she cast her gaze over the scene. It had been a while since she'd been to any kind of celebration, anyway. Could be fun.
Aaron isn't one to miss this, especially since the grand high poobah of the OWO WATS THIS has started whining about it. She'll tell him to play ball or get lost as often as it takes, and if he doesn't make an appearance here, she'll be very surprised. Or his goons, anyway. Showing up on the scene, she looks to the mall rats and K9s and tosses them a firm glance and nod of solidarity - 'I'm on your side', it seems to say.
T'was a good day to be alive! The anniversairy of Promethean Day, that is! Even though... on that day pretty much most people were dissolved into organic mush by the nanites and died a terrible, horrible death, but HEY! Transformations are a thing for the survivors, right? That's gotta be a reason to celebrate! Bah, it's like Otto's mall rat buddy used to say, if you find yourself thinking about it, stop, drop, and boogie.
The hound was ready to get his groove on, a celebratory mood taking him on this day as he gleefully makes his way to the mall in his typical style, leaping roof to roof before arriving at the entrance with a *THUD*. The hound was dressed well for the occasion, a neat leather coat, pantaloons leading into steel capped boots and an ushanka on his head. Whatever lay beneath his coat was a mystery to all, but knowing the canine, he had quite the lot of holdout weapons.
He didn't go anywhere without his throwing knives these days... and what with his recent delving into the toxic and explosive, odds are he had his grenades and aerosols somewhere on him. Thankfully, he was missing the flamethrower he toted around from time to time. Oof, could you imagine if he showed up with that thing strapped to his back? Shameful...
Wandering into the crowd, the hound nods to himself and smiles widely. "Now this is what I am talking about. Damn, Rod really put effort into this. So!" he clasps his paws and asks out loud "Where the booze at?!" Seems he was more than ready to get his lit on, he was eager as well.Anderson arrives to the party-ready lobby of the mall. He went to the trouble of getting his nice suit on as well as a pistol in a coat-holster just in case. The grey dragon in green sighs, being off to the side of the lobby when he spots... Otto? The drake recalls his name somewhere from the older RSX agent records, but Andy didn't recall meeting him. Although, he knows the guy is handy with weapons... He moves over towards the towering canine and taps him on the arm. "H-hello? Are y-you Otto the... th-the gunsmith?" stutters the Storm Dragon, wishing he didn't sound so meek this time around.
Ebreus arrives, jogging up to the mall, shortly after Otto's landing. He wears us usual clothes, a strange mix between preP-Day dress casual and leather armor with a trencch coat thrown in for style... and possibly warmth. "Hey Otto. Glad to see you could make it!" he says as they step inside. He mutters, "Can't believe Z made Debbie work today." under his breath as Otto loudly asks where the alcoholic drinks were. He snickers, "Sometime we're going to have to see who can drink more, you or Draken." in response to his question.
He then looks over the crowd and then up to the overlooks on the second floor. Taking note of the K9 security and using his thermal vision to get a sense of what obvious weapons anyone else has brought. He starts to make his way over to the concession stand when he hears a familiar voice ask after Otto. He turns to the Storm Dragon and says, "Hi Andi."
Civeaux is happy to take a break from their mind-numbingly dullard day of doing laboratory tests. Though the idea of celebrating the day everything went south (so to speak) was a little wild to them, what was a life without joy? They ditch their labcoat before proceeding to the mall, in the corduroy, with a sensible red sweater covering most of their bits of human features.
%t Entering the main corridor, they are blink in surprise at the crowd--they've only seen a veritable throng like this in the lobby of the Zephyr Building! Civeaux takes a deep breath, putting their anxieties away, and looks for a good place to stand and mingle, preferably with some of the softer looking folks. Their eyes, looking at the beverages, drawn to some refreshing sodas. They look about, to the others in the crowd, cautiously. The K9 presence here didn't look particularly vigilant, but it brought some comfort to them that they were here, and apparently relaxed. Civeaux sighs as they enjoy a sip of lemon-lime soda.
"PARTY!" a high-pitched voice cheers out as the tiny pink pegasus it belongs to rockets into the room with even tinier wings. Firecracker flies above most of the celebrations, wearing nothing as usual, as she looks this way and that with glee! She takes a few moments to watch all the people moving about, inspect the decorations put up, and sniff at the scent of food! Lots of food! "Ooooo!" she expresses giddily, practically vibrating with excitement before zipping down to one of the more treaty-looking stands to pick up a snack, even if that snack is bigger than she is. The whole time, the pegasus is wigglin' her booty to the beat of the music filling the lobby.
Lilac slithers into the mall's main concourse from the great outdoors, having arrived at the celebration in a bit of a hurry after losing track of time. "Phew.." She huffs as she catches her breath while looking about the area. The cow-lamia is garbed in a glittering blue dress, tailored especially for this occasion with the help of a friend. She sways over towards the refreshment table, looking over what's on offer as she takes the chance to glance over the other attendees, looking for a familiar face to saunter over to. She smiles on hearing Otto's name, looking over in that direction after grabbing for herself a glass of something... blue, and sweet. Tastes kinda funny.. in a nice way.
Phosphorus showed up early. It's not out of an eagerness to participate in the celebrations -- she had voiced her objections previously, on the public BBS, but she was under some obligation to guard the event, in some official capacity, after the hostile post that showed up on the system. VIP protection -was- in her job description, after all. Her clothes are plain, the panda showing up in a pair of tan trousers, a pair of matching tan combat boots, a comfortable, slightly loose grey tee, and a drab olive green canvas jacket. A rucksack is slung over her shoulders -- it's rather large, but nothing too rude. It's also tan, though appears to be a relic of some sort of military service, down to a water bladder straw that's dangling off of the support strap.
The panda decided to rely on the other K9s to chat with Giovanni, while she did a few ciruits around the celebration area to get a feel for it. There's too many entrances. There's too many places to hide. Too many angles to defend. She emits a bit of a sigh, deciding to slip into the crowd, ears perked, eyes glancing at people warily, keeping an eye and ear out for suspicious activity, or conversations that might hint at something dangerous. Business, as usual.
As more and more people filed in, some movement could be seen on the stage. A well-dressed gryphon lady stood up and waved at the crowd, "Welcome ladies, gentlemen, and all citizens. I hope you are enjoying the food." She said with a nod before looking a at a little script of paper, "Today is a hard day for many of us, but just as the nanite apocalypse took from us, it also gave us minor gifts in return. Today we are not here to celebrate that event. Instead, we are here to celebrate the rebuilding effort. How we slowly went from doomed survivors into a new civilization born from the ashes of the old. We have cried for long enough, today marks the day we dry our tears, stand up, and move into a new brighter future. Dr. Long will be coming on this stage later to talk to you more about our rebuilding efforts, but for now...enjoy the music." And with that the gryphon gets off the stage, and lets the band already on stage to begin playing.
The mall is as busy as anyone can remember. Plenty of beings mingle and celebrate with others, even the second floor is getting crowded. Some might notice a brightly coloured drone with the logo of INU floating about, looks like the press is also here to keep tabs on the event.
Anderson waves to Ebreus as he arrives, suddenly feeling very small next to the two Hellhounds. "Oh, h-hey Ebreus. J-just, um... Just w-wanted to s-say hey t-to Otto." The drake hesitates to glance around and seeing a few familiar faces among a host of unfamiliar ones, and then looks to Otto and asks, "S-so... um... d-do... Do y-you t-take commission o-orders for... um... f-for weapons? I-I h-heard y-you, erm... you're... d-doing r-really well, o-on y-your own."
Edel tips down the brim of her hat and drapes an arm lazily over her sheathed sword's hilt, before sauntering off down the stairs, into the celebration proper. She might not be part of the K9 team, but security was still her concern, as an honourary mallrat. Through the crowd she winds, fluffy tail trailing behind her, til she reaches out to try and tap Phosphorus on the shoulder. "You seem on edge. Mind the bathroom. It's an unlikely breach location."
"Eh, huh?" The hound seemed a touch distracted. His glance wanders off from the bunny girl in the distance, his impulse to talk her up halted by the sudden tap to his side. He looks over to the storm dragon, noting that he was just... well, a foot at most shorter than him. "Uhhh, heya!" the hound greets hailly, then snatches the fellow's hand and shakes it vigorously. "Welcome to the P-Day anniversairy celebration! Yes sirree! That's me! Yer... uhh... yer scent is familiar there, fella'. I can't quite place yah..."
His train of thought is once again derailed once he hears Ebreus' voice. "Eh, what? Oh, pffsh..." he waves a paw dismissively. "Draken by a mile. I know I can't hold my booze. You saw what I was like after a swig of that lamp oil gunk you made. Good stuff, but damn did it knock me the hell out." Otto chuckles into one paw and gives his friend a playful punch to the shoulder. "So uhhh... yeah! I want something to loosen up with, but I ain't gonna do nothin' too crazy or whatever."
His glance then wanders around the crowd, a sharp whistle parting his lips, "Quite the crowd, huh... look at that beauty over there." he nods at a bovine with a serpentine body. "Exotic or what? I wouldn't mind getting to know her a bit more, you know?" he casts the two a little wink, then averts his gaze over elsewhere. "Hey... isn't that..." a squint and a scrunch of the nose as he tries to discern something through the crowd. "Phosphorus? Was she a commander or... Tactics Specialist? I think? I've heard a few things about her... she's one dynamite gal." the hound snickers, then flinches and folds his ears down once he hears that shrill cry of pure joy from a very familiar source. Ah, classic Firecracker. There was no way in Hell she'd miss a party, and Otto would know. He guarded the place. The hound sighs softly, then looks back at Anderson, realizing something. "OH! Sorry! You were sayin' something, there?"
Just then, he was interrupted once AGAIN... though this time by the gryphon on the stage. Can't blame her, it was her job. Damn, she looked good. As her words flow, the hound nods aling, and once she finishes speaking "FUCK YEAH!" he roars out, one fist raised, before lowering it and laughing softly, before turning back to Anderson. "Eh, commissions? Uhh, yeah! I mean, yeah! I do. Watcha looking to have made?"Aaron decides to take this opportunity to do something she's had the chance to do on multiple occasions, but never actually undertaken. Trusting the K9s to keep watch over the event for the time being, the doe winds her way past this person and that, with the goal in mind of introducing herself in a more direct manner to the target of her search...and hopefully not the target of much, much more.
Unless stopped, she will approach Giovanni Sabella and wait close by for him to finish the conversation with the officer that currently has him occupied before introducing herself. The man has a lot of ideas that echo her own, and could conceivably be a valuable ally if she can make a connection. Partying is all well and good, but nothing will make better icing on the cake than progress toward the very thing they're celebrating.
The soda is delightfully refreshing, tingling their bitty maw with its effervescence. They see some operatives, clearly out of place in more civilianesque clothes, looming about, with their eyes on every unoccupied corridor or doorway. It was hard to miss the two hellhounds, and so Civeaux kept their distance from them, instead, sticking to the comfortable alternative of socialization--snacks and free drinks!
Out of the corner of their eye, Civeaux spots a fluttering, crimson pegasus, whom could possibly fit in their paws. They continue to look around, maintaining their anchored status at the refreshment table, on the look-out for other introverted types. All of the muscles around here put them in a relative state of unease.
Rosi glances around. Apart from a handful of people who'd shown up at the last event she went to, the cat doesn't really make out any familiar faces, and that worries her a bit. Not only that, but there's a little pink pegasus the size of a kitten flitting around the refreshment table and distracting her. There's a couple cute people in the security that she could chat with, but Rosi doesn't want to distract them from their tasks. Instead, she grabs herself a cup of punch and a few assorted nuts. If she's gonna be here the whole time...
Ebreus keeps his ears perked for signs of hostile activity as he has his visual attention on Anderson. No good reason not to be vigilant during a party that was openly condemed by the closest thing Fairhaven currently has to domestic terrorists. He raises an eyebrow as Otto seems a bit distracted, seemed odd to him as they'd both just arrived. "Yeah, that is an interesting hybrid... would certainly be fun but you know." he says with a bit of a shrug. "Phos? Yeah, she's an interesting one. Got the chance to meet her a few times." he says.
Lilac slithers over towards the middle of the concourse, drink in hand. She takes a gentle sip from it, wrinkling her nose at the sweetness. It sort of.. builds on itself. A bit cloying. Maybe this was a bad idea.. She saunters over towards the stand full of memorabilia and knick-knacks on sale, trying to be careful not to let her rather long snaketail turn into a horrific tripping hazard for other partygoers. She's quite relaxed, having no reason to expect trouble here, and busies herself with perusing the wares on sale while waiting for Otto to look less overwhelmed.
Sabella was currently speaking to an officer, while trying to ignore a certain okami reporter. Once Aaron arrived, the reporter was already being told to bother someone else by another K9 officer, while the chubby alpha husky turned around to look at Aaron. "Hello, Mrs. Aaron, I presume?" The jovial, well-dressed canine said.
Anderson is further shown to be puny next to the three next to him, only slightly relieved when Lilac moved over elsewhere. He sighs, then mumbles, "I... uh... W-well, um... I... W-well, I'm l-looking t-to... have... a v-very powerful sh-shotgun made, a-actually. I-I can g-give b-better d-details once, uh... once th-the party i-is over." The dragon then sips his drink of very plain looking club soda. "Erm... so... I-I j-just, er..." Andy trails off his words, feeling a bit overwhelmed with all the things around happening. He shrinks a bit from Otto and Ebreus and shakes his head. "S-sorry... I... I d-don't r-really, um... I d-don't do p-parties, r-really. E-even s-small ones are... h-hard..."
The hound reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small flask. He usncrews the lid and takes a drink from it. Yuck, whatever was in there was not pleasant, not if the expression on the canine's face was any indication. He puts it away and gives his head a brisk shake, whew! Damn, did his breath now smell of coffee... what was that anyway? Ground coffee beans mixed with petrol or something?
He casts Anderson a reassuring smile and pats his shoulder. "No problem. I can set ya up with a blunderbuss so powerful it'll knock a kaiju over." he casts him a wink "I suggest you load up on carbs though. Newton's third law!" he finishes saying, before turning towards his friend.
Aaron smiles amicably to Giovanni and presents a hand. "The same. And you're Mr. Giovanni Sabella, or an extremely good replica whose creator deserves some acclaim." Offering a buck-toothed grin, she waits for her hand to be shaken (returned if so) or not before lowering her hand once more. "I guess I didn't raise a big enough stink at your last gathering; I've been looking forward to contact with you. You and I seem to have some very similar ideas and goals, and I'd like to discuss how I might be able to help you realize them." Frank, straightforward, and to-the-point, that's her. Besides, if festivities will begin in earnest, it's better to get all of this out into the open now while there's time.
Not one to stay in one place for too long, Firecracker stuffs her cheeks with several candied nuts before spotting the rubbery wolf nearby, grabbing up a little sack of the snacks, and then zipping over in their direction to stop in a hover just about 6 inches from their face. "Hoya!" she chirps out happily, words muffled and garbled by all the food in her cheeks, bulging them out cartoonishly, "Wonna twy shome nutsh?" she offers, shaking the little baggy dangling in her hooves beneath her.
Ebreus nods when Anderson explains how they're not really a partier. "I know what you mean. Big crowds can be just plain painful sometimes." he says. He chuckles when Otto, assumedly, exaggerates how strong a shotgun he can make. "Yeah, you'll want to make sure you can handle the kick. Otto's shotties are pretty damn powerful." he says. He glances around the party once more before saying, "I think I'll grab a refreshment." and making his way over to the table and then over to Sabella and Aaron.
"I'll go and see if I can chat her up, Eb. Catch ya in a bit?" he nods to the other, before moving over towards where officer Phosphorus was. Licking his paw, the canine flattens the hairs on his chin and neck, adjusts his cuffs and collar, then moves over towards the panda. His stride is wide and his steps are slow, his usanka's earmuffs lightly flopping about as he moves over and greets her with a soft smile and a friendly. "Hello there! Security's pretty tight around here. Afraid of something?" He wasn't wrong either... that's a lot of cops and militia...
Edel earflicks and turns, looking towards Otto at his approach. "It is, isn't it? It makes you wonder if they're actually expecting something. I hope not. I would prefer to enjoy the celebration without having to fight off Mall invaders again." The tanuki brushes her fingers through her long hair, before rolling her shoulders into a shrug. "At least we've got more security this time than we did back then."
Rosi hears a little chirping from the inside pocket of her shrug as her comm unit comes to life. Who could be trying to contact her at a time like this? The cat seems annoyed as she digs a hand in for her comm and pulls it out to read the scrolling text. Whatever comes across the screen does little to ease her nerves, and she lets out a little annoyed scoff, ears pinned to her scalp.
"Better to be safe." Otto nods in response. "I admire the K9 for their work. I even considered signing on, but... my winds seem to carry me every which way and I tend to be a bit of a loose cannon. Best save myself and the honorable police force the trouble of putting up with me." he chuckles into one hand, then offers a hand towards the tanuki. "Miss...?" he quirks a brow and asks her name~
Civeaux giggles at the adorable pegasus in front of them. "S-sure!" they beam in response to their muffled offer. "I love these!", they exclaim as they paw a few into their grasp before tossing them into their own mouth. It was a nice, salty mixed patch of almonds, valencia, and even a cashew hiding amongst them. Civeaux crunches down on them, before washing it down with the soda. "Hi--I think I've seen you flying around the building before--but I'm always too busy to chat up folks. M-my name's Civeaux--but you could call me Civ!" they smiled at the little flutterer. The rest of the lobby seemed busy-busy-busy, and the security on the job was clearly not taking any chances, which filled Civ with a modicum of dread. They wonder to themselves, refocusing their attention on the free food and drink, making nice with their new nut-bearing friend.
"Lin. Edel Lin," The 'coondog woman replies, reaching out to take the hand. "I have shared your thoughts! Though these days, my time is spent outside of the city. It is a full time job, managing the tea house and family. Besidese, my time in the spotlight has passed. I do not mind letting the rising talent take the stage now. Nice to meet you, though I am not sure if I caught your name."
Sabella grins as he shakes the offered hand with his own grip. "You share my goals? That is laudable." He adds with a grin, "If you want to help me, then keep doing what you are doing. Nothing else really, unless you are willing to offer La Maison to allow some of our patrols to use it as resting place, and in turn risking the lives of your clients. Maybe, offering food for the militias. That is always helpful, an army marches on its stomach and what's not."
The panda quickly turns about at the touch against her shoulder, startled at the sudden presence. She quickly relaxes a bit, shaking her head and offering a friendly, if professional smile. "You'd think so, but a bathroom is the perfect place to armor up. You could have someone inconspicuously slip in there, get their plates and weapons ready, and before you know it..." Her voice carries a bit of humor, but, otherwise, her words are serious.
Turning to Otto, she raises an eyebrow. "Mmh. Plenty of K9s. I simply hope they can stay coordinated." Phosphorus clearly lets a few things remain unsaid, though she shifts her jacket closer to herself. "I don't believe I've met either of you, actually. Though, I don't often actually get to meet many people. You can just call me Phos, yes."
Anderson sighs, taking a moment to breathe by himself and ease up from the crowd of people and the confusion around it. At least he now has someone he can talk to about a new boomstick, just might be awkward about old business relations. The dragon shakes his head, chugging the rest of his drink and moving over to meet with the cow-snake hybrid. "Um... h-hey there. You... uh... D-do you l-like th-the party?" he asks, not sure exactly what to say.
Rosi catches a glimpse through the crowd of the man of the hour and, setting her empty plastic cup aside, makes a beeline for Mister Sabella. Through her approach she makes sure to keep her arms pressed against her sides so as not to jostle any potentially aggressive partygoers. "Excuse me, Mr. Sabella? Hi. I'm Jackie Rosewater. We met at your gala event thing last week? Briefly? The one with all the wannabe revolutionaries there?" There's a little nod of her head at Aaron, too.
Edel flashes a grin towards Phos and nods. "Oh, I know. More importantly, the sewer access provides an entrance to those cunning enough. During the last invasion, we had a goo or two try to sneak in that way. Nice to meet you, too, Phos. I do not meet many people these days, either. It's rare that I get new customers in the forest. Just the old ones."
Ebreus grins as he hears Aaron making a pitch to help Sabella with the rebuilding effort. He takes another look around, this time for angles of aproach he can't see significantly far down from his position near Sabella. After noting them he turns his attention to Mr Sabella. "Hello again mister Sabella. How've you been since the anouncement about the K9s?" he asks once there is an oppertunity.
Aaron bobs her head. "I'm open to these ideas." she assures Mr. Sabella. "The fact is, we have our own people manning the walls of the Maison - always have - and between them and your patrols, anything wanting to get inside is leaping head-first into a blender." She smirks slightly at the reference, presently too engaged in the long-overdue conversation with the gentleman before her to realize that she's being looked at. "In all seriousness, we do seem to have the same ideals, and I'd like to offer more help than just the Maison...though that's also available to you." She blinks in surprise at Ebreus and takes a half-step back, making room for him to interject.
"Charmed." Otto nods as he shakes the coondog's hand, then answers her own inquiry. "Otto. No surname, no last name. They're long lost, and I feel it'd be best they are forgotten." Letting her hand go, he cast a smile her way, and nods "One does what one loves, or what one lives by, no? You own a tea shop, you say? That sounds lovely. I can think of the perfect friend to go there with! Is it the one I've seen on my way to the mountain, by any chance?" he asks, before turning to Phosphorus.
"Really? We haven't met? Do you recall a jackal on your adventures? Well armed, devoid of mutant powers?" he asks and wags his tail behind him. "If not... you heard my name, and I already remember yours. You're hard to forget, mad skill and mad charm wrapped up on one tough exterior."
Lilac winds her snaketail into a pile of coils as she peruses the selection in front of her. She settles for an adorable K9 branded vest, clearly too small for her and meant for someone else, and a little pendant with the K9 logo which she slips on right away. She blinks at the voice next to her, and turns in place by winding one of her coils further to face Anderson. She smiles brightly, and nods. "It's quite a good party, isn't it?" She shakes her glass of blue drink. "I think I might grab a different drink next time I head over that way, this one isn't very nice." She giggles softly, then smiles before adding. "I couldn't help but notice everyone here seems a little tense, however. I'd expect something a lot more lively for a party."
Firecracker swallows down the bulges in her cheeks, turning them into one big bulge as it travels down her throat and then disappears into her belly. "Oh! I love 'em too, Civvy! That's why I got them!" she says, giggling at her own words. "Oh yeah! And I'm Firecracker! They got lotsa tasty-lookin' things around here! Like I think I saw some cake! And popcorn! And regular corn! I don't think I saw any candycorn, but there's candy too!" The excitable little pink pegasus bounces in place as she hovers, jostling the contents of her little baggy as she does. "What's your favorite thing? Maybe they have it! They have lotsa stuff!"
"The very same!" Edel chimes with a brief wag of her tail. "The Teanuki Teahouse, at the base of the mountain. Maintained by yours truly and my family. Hotsprings, too! Food and tea, all home-made, the old fashioned way. For the most part." Sales plug done, she offers a soft chuckle. "You're welcome by any time. We'd love to receive you."
Anderson shrugs, shaking his head. "I-I-I d-don't do p-parties w-well... E-even sm-small ones are h-hard f-... for me." The dragon looks over the K9 souvenirs. "S-still, um... I... I-I th-thought t-to... to be here, i-in case... um..." he pauses, looking up at Lilac with a frown. "Y-you s-saw th-the... the th-things f-from the P-Patriot, r-right? I... I'm... w-worried that... h-he's... th-that he'd d-do something t-to here, wh-whatever it m-might be."
"Ah, a trek through the woodlands during the winter would be lovely sometime, then. I look forward to sharing a cup of tea and some good stories with you and my friend. She is a touch shy, but I feel she'll loosen up in a cozy place with a warm drink." the hound nods. "I have never really gone into the place. Tea-Nuki you say? I take it in honor of your patron, the trickster Tanuki?" he quirks a brow and flashes a playful grin "The tea isn't made with a particular bodily fluid as the secret ingredient, in it, is it?" the hound obviously jokes.
Sabella nods at Aaron before Ebreus arrives, "I have been well. Spending most of my time doing paperwork now instead of getting threatened by Commander Quincy." With a chuckle the alpha husky lightly bows his head to both individuals, "Regardless, I am afraid that I must leave now. Plenty of work to do, and as for you Aaron...you can send me a private message with what you can offer. My officers will contact you as well to arrange patrols in the surrounding area.
Lilac keeps her smile as Anderson brings up the name 'the Patriot', and the utter lack of recognition in her visage speaks volumes by itself. "The.. Patriot? I'm not sure who or what that is, I'm afraid." She smiles softly. "I wouldn't worry, at all. We're right in the heart of Fairhaven. I doubt anyone whould kick up a fuss here." She lets the sentence linger, before introducing herself properly. "My name's Lilac, by the way. It's very nice to meet you Mister...?"
Sabella grins at the working class girl introducing herself. The wide husky gives her head a pat. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Rosewater. I am afrad that I have to be on my way however, please enjoy your time here. Dr. Long and I worked hard on this."
Civeaux nods at the pegasus. "N-nice to meet you, Firecracker. As a matter of fact, would you excuse me?" they ask, politely, as their eyes lock onto a few pizzas which have just been placed at the far end of the food and beverage stand. "I need me some pizza!!" they yell excitedly, waving to the pegasus, an excited, almost child-like joy on their face. Civeaux wolfs down a slice before they can even get a plate, which they then load up with another three slices, the geometry of the slices extending well over the plate's dimensions. The lab tech stifles a burp, and looks back to the others, no. Cautiously, they slink over to the armored red panda, in conversation with a vicacious looking, serpentine-bovine. "E-excuse me... officer?", he asks politely just out of earshot, not intending on interrupting them.
Ebreus nods, "Well I suppose tedium is more pleasant than Quincy." he comment, similarly amused. As he excuses himself Ebreus' ears droop slightly. "See you some other time mister Sabella." he says with a light sigh. He takes a sip of the drink he'd grabbed from the refreshments table and scans the crowd for familiar faces.
"It's been ages since I've had tea. I might have to check it out sometime." Phosphorus says, with a small bit of a smile. "Isn't the lunar new year quickly approaching, too? Perhaps you should look into hosting an open house, Ms. Lin. Could be interesting. A great chance to showcase some old-world culture, back to this world." The panda offers a quick smile, again, trying to infer a minor bit based off of the Tanuki's last name. And the fact that they're a Tanuki. Call her speciest.
"I do not recall many jackals. Or, perhaps, talking to many. Most of my missions," she says, forgoing the word adventure, "Involve less chatting. It's a bit of a concern -- a well familiar team tends to be a better operating one -- but pressing circumstances require uncommon teams."
The patronizing pat on her head leaves Rosi a little flushed with embarrassment, and her fur even pinker than normal. To nobody in particular she mutters to herself, "Geez... it's like I'm some kind of pet or something." Noticing a couple pairs of eyes on her, though, the cat composes herself and stands up straight in the crowd.
Anderson thunderously rumbles, "Anderson. A-Anderson Dansky, b-but... I-I-I... also j-just g-go by A-Andy." He itches his nose, then hesitantly looks over the figure of the lamia cow with a blush. "Erm... s-so... I... um... D-do... do y-you do a-anything in... in p-particular f-for work?" asks the dragon. "I... M-my c-current assignment i-is... uh... h-handling p-papers for RSX t-to the... the n-new government. It's... It's q-quiet w-work, b-but... I... also do... p-patrols a-around th-the city s-sometimes.""
Aaron nods to Sabella as he notes his upcoming departure. "I'll definitely be in touch." she answers. "Between the lot of us, maybe we can accomplish more, greater things." Her voice is tinged with hope, and as the alpha husky walks away, she can't quite hide a smile. Well, that happened. Not quite as well as she'd hoped, but far better than she'd feared. And now that she's accomplished one of her goals upon arriving, she can focus on another: keeping the party safe and secure, while at least enjoying the festivities somewhat.
