Eye of the Storm - Flowering Opportunity - RPLOG
Participants
Date
21/7/2016
Log
Astara is leaning against an intact portion of the retaining wall that runs along nearly all of 5th Street's south side on this block. She waits with a rather serious look on her face, but she doesn't look angry or upset - just determined for the task at hand.
What a strange and sudden thing, to recieve a page from Astara calling them to a location he was vaguely familear with. Otto was not very heavily involved with the guild headquarters, but he was definitely looking to change that fact. It was in his best interest, after all... yet after all that plotting and discussing and meeting up to chit chat, he felt as though nothing physical had been done. Today, on this cloudy afternoon, that changed. With a kick in his step, and his medigun on his back, he walked towards the meetup spot, holding what appeared to be a can of... some sort of beverage? Regardless, he rounded a corner and spotted Astara in the distance. She seemed quite stern-faced, which did not bode good tidings. As he neared, he waved to the centauress and greeted politely, much like always. "Afternoon, Astara! Am, I? I guess I'm the first to arrive." he says as he tucks his head into his pockets and taks a look at the nearest building. "What can this bunny do for you today?"
The urban landscape is eerily quiet, the cloud-splattered sky casting uneven beams of wan sunlight down onto the shattered stumps of concrete pillars and reinforced plastic bollards, the broken teeth of the city. They yawn like a vast and gaping mouth, promising nothing but even odds of life or death. Is the city dead and waiting like a fattened corpse for butchering, its bones and offal for the taking to be made into wealth and power? Or is it merely dormant, a slumbering beast beaten down and deeply scarred by battle - but dangerous still even in infirmity? Who indeed could say...
So it is that from an abundance of caution that the thoughtful man would move with stealth and purpose. Such a man as Moondog, like a ghost in his camouflage, moving from shadow to shelter with deliberation. The ghostly white canid face on his helmet resolves from a floating fog of cement dust and powered bone, spectral and sudden. From beneath the hood, his mirrored lenses flash the dying sun into Otto's face, then to Astara's, in silent acknowledgement of their presence. "Am I late?" He rasps, in that even tone of his, his voice as quiet and dead as long dried leaves stirring from a tomb.
Nayru took careful strides as she made her way to the station. Her eyes and ears keeping careful watch on any hostile ferals that could be coming their way. Fortunately there didn't seem to be any coming their way. Though given her company right now, she couldn't blame them. "Hey everyone. Are all of you excited about this as I am?" She greeted the group with a small wave once they arrived. Looking over the front of their building that will soon be their new headquarters.
Even in 'his' female form, Hisoka was not someone who ferals liked to triffle with. She didn't lose any of her skills or power. Nor her nanomagics, which she had a good deal of them. So hand in hand with Nayru but keeping alert, they arrive at the site. They were expected, some of the other members of EoS were already there. Hisoka lifts a hand to wave at Astara "Hi! How are you? We came as soon as we recieved your comm. How is everything looking so far?" She fixed her dress and looked about, wouldn't want her dress to get messed up.
Today should have been a normal thing, just go out collect some vials before she recieved the page from her tsune sister Astara to meet up in a location near Zephyr headquarters. Her face was estatic to hear that the location provided was the soon to be guild headquarters, soon turning away from Zephyr and heading towards the west with a bit of stride in her step. Before long she arrived with the clouds holding up overhead as she walked along, arms crossed as she saw and looked at fellow members have already arrived towards the location.
A few more steps before she got the actual look to see everyone already arived, Astara, Hisoka, Moondog, Naryu and Otto, even though Moon tried to stick to the shadows. "I came as fast as I could once I got the page. Hopefully this will go peacefully, because I don't have everything." She says a bit excited, only to wave up her tranquilizer along with her spray can just to show everyone. "Just in case of emergency..." Before she adjusts the armor underneath her clothing.
Ferus strides to Astara, and the rest of the group gather around her, with a intent purpose. The last to arrive she notes. Glancing down at her wrist licks the last remnant of something from it. The snowleopard taur calmly and level looks at other taur, "You called?"
Astara cracks a light smile as her colleagues - comrades, really - assemble around her. "Excellent, everyone's here on-time." She pauses, putting her weight back fully on her feet, and she turns herself to face everyone. "Everyone, today is move-in day! Or at least we'll be properly establishing our claim today by securing the premises. I've yet to actually look at the place today - it's been maybe a week since I last visited, but I don't think too much has changed. Come, follow me - we aren't going very far, just up the stairs so that we can all get an unobstructed look at the place."
Astara leads the team up the stairs, and for the first time the team can get an unobstructed look at what will be their new home. They're greeted by a picturesquely landscaped plaza... or at least was one before the nanites happened. Cracked brickwork with weeds popping out in between extends forwards towards Fairhaven's passenger terminal, 5th Street Station, a monument to an era that had long since passed even before P-Day; it only serves to starkly contrast with Zephyr's shining tower in the near background. Positioned in the middle of the plaza is an oval containing wildly overgrown grass and flowers, spilling out over the surrounding area; there are several other lush groves positioned in a square pattern around the oval, each perhaps diagonally 6 yards in distance from the center. Everything within that 'square' boundary is near completely obscured by the plantlife and vines spurting through the pavement. A rusted flagpole sticks out from the brush, in bad enough condition that it is unlikely a flag could be raised or lowered anymore. Eternally flying high on the pole are two tattered flags: a sun-bleached American flag flying at full-mast above an equally tattered Californian flag.
Less than a handful of steps are taken before Astara holds out her arm sideways, bringing everyone to a halt. In a hushed-tone, she says "Stop, this is it. I'm afraid I can't accompany you any further; /she/ should be in one of the groves here, the first feral. I am going to sneak around the perimeter, and enter the building from in back to check the status of the inside and basement. You all deal with Miss Lavender, please, and do it PEACEFULLY. She doesn't even have to leave the premises if you can think of something useful she could do around the base. Now, before I go: any questions, remarks?"
Otto observes his surroundings carefully, paws tucked into his pockets and a light footfall as he walked besides his colleagues. To many, merely the prospect of owning part of a shelter so potentially extravagant would be a dream come true! Then there was Otto, who's first thoughts manifested as mutters and mumbles, occasionally nudging Light to share a wandering idea. "Roof Turrets, there and there... wiring over that corner, PVC insulation from moisture, fire alarms here and here. We'll need better doors... hmmm." he went on and on under his breath, too quiet to disturb Astara, but audible enough for those adjacent to him to hear.
Indeed it seemed like a good start, as any engineer knew all too well, a structure is only as good as the foundation it was built upon. There was a lot of work to do, but work was not something Otto would shy away from, and he was certain that his colleagues shared in that. As the group was halted, Otto tilted his head and perked his ears, curious about what was expected of them. He.. did not quite understand. Perhaps now was not the time to have gone for a drink, as he son tucked the metal can of what was clear to be beer away, into his nanopack. He nudged Mondog lightly and shot him with a confused look. If they were to deal with a feral, or so he understood, perhaps things may not be as relaxing as he had initially hoped in the end, but who knew?
The spectral enigmatic figure of Moondog was a lot less spectral when he stepped out of the dust cloud to walk beside Otto, but his cloack and facemask hid his feelings and thoughts as well as any shadow. He says nothing, but his head bobs slightly as Otto lists down a number of engineering concerns, one gloved hand gesturely in a lose, all encompassing way.
The mosty-human shaped figure stops in pace with the bunny, turning his ghostly painted mask to meet his crewmate's gaze. "Diplomacy is not my forte." He offers, with a tilt of his hooded head. He turns his covered eyes back towards the grove, seeking the mysterious Miss Lavender. It is impossible to say what his hands seek, hidden as they are.
Nayru listened to Astara as the group walked. The lop-eared bunny's eyes examining the infrastructure for anything of interest. "Is there anything you can tell us about this Ms. Lavender? Anything at all that could help when we are negotiating things with her."
Hisoka watched carefully while observing the foundations of their future home. It had costed a good deal of money and resources, but finally it was going to pay off. She looks calmly at the surroundings, intent in finding who Miss Lavender is. There didn't seem to be much information on her. Such as what she wanted or if there was some trade they could do that was beneficial for both. She was however aware that they wanted to deal this in a peaceful manner and with a good resolution for both parties involved. She adjusted her dress and took a deap breath. Maybe her Fenrir senses could help? She took a long sniff at the air attempting to locate Miss Lavender by smell. Hopefully she could get her scent or something along those lines. Otherwise she kept quiet and didn't really speak, which was rare of her no matter what form she used. But those that knew her better, knew she was focused and alert at the task on hand.
Light soon followed Astara down the stairs as she starts to take note of the area surronding her, the beauty of the station along with the structural integrity it still held. That was the strength of engineers and worker prior to P-Day, not trying to move but still taking in the scenery. Before being nudged by Otto as he pointed out to her with all the idea's he currently has for the room, she smiles and gives him a poke on the cheek and points out some other spots to assist him in his little fancy.
Even though deterioration from the time it the structure wasnt maintained, it still held itself pretty well throughout P-Day however it would need some more finesse to bring it back to its former glory. When everyone everyone stopped at that certain spot she tilted her head in surprise from everything about trying to calm down or even talk to a Miss Lavender. "I don't think I am the absolute suited one for the task at hand."
Ferus gives a deep blinking nods to Nayru before asking ponder her own question, "What kind of infection does she has?"
Astara hrmmms. "Lavender is reasonably well-spoken for a feral, given her particular infection... she's a venus mantrap. She's camoflauged somewhere..." She waves her hand in the general vicinity of the overgrown thicket, "...over there. Not particularly violent, but keep in mind her infection's advantages are in /seduction/." She smiles just a little, saying "I believe in you guys." before waving and slowly making her way around the perimeter, walking through a broken fence and disappearing behind the building.
The overgrown thicket now lies in front of the group, with four to six large trees shielding half of the grove from the sunlight. Vines crawl the trees, and the brickwork is obscured by long grass and weeds, with some bushes here and there.
Otto blinks a few times as he observes the dense fauna before him. Well, there were a few questions answered... They were dealing with a feral seductress with a mutation he'd never seen before, and she could be anywhere... Otto squints heavily, trying his best to discern a shape, a pattern, ANYTHING. Being eagle eyed was not one of the bunny's merrits, far from it even. Were it not for his goggles, he would be as near-sighted and blind as a bat. His eyes adjusted the spectacles covering his face as he nudged Moondog with his other. "Think I saw something, but... could have just been my imagination. You see her?" he asks, eyes still darting around the foilage.
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Moondog peers at the foliage for a few brief moments before giving up the ghost of a chance at spotting the feral within the dense thicket. "I don't." He says, turning to look towards the side, picking out various paths around and away. Keeping an eye out for ambushes or anything. "We might need to get closer."
Nayru gave a small nod as Astara took her leave. "Well come on everyone. No point staying here." Taking a moment to adjust her glasses, she began casually walking toward the direction the centaur had pointed out. Keeping her wits about her for any signs of the feral they were suppose to meet.
Nayru manages to spot what appears to be a closed flower bulb, albeit one that's several feet tall. From their perspective, it could've easily been missed - it lies on the far side of two trees that're thicker around than most humans are.
Nayru catches sight of an unusual large looking bud. "I think I see her." She told the group, waving for them to follow as she made her way to said bud.
Hisoka follows after Nayru when she claims she has spot the illusive Miss Lavender. She looks to where Nayru is heading. She is still not sure what they are going to do in terms of negotiating with her. And she wasn't the most keen in that department. Perhaps she should take a few classes on the subject. Regardless, they had found the person in question and now all that was needed was to determine how to best deal with her in a peaceful and satisfying solution. Could be worse. Could be a bunch of ferals instead.
