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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>"Thank you all for responding." The mall rat before you said, wearing a leather bomber jacket, no shirt, tight leather pants, and fighter pilot glasses. The group was gathered in the garage in RSX, the company having provided a set of trucks to handle the operations as a base point in a diplomatic initiative. "You're all cool cats and other things. So we've got a problem see. The clinic is up and running for the most part but we need to restock some supplies and get some of the heavy equipment in the radiation therapy area, nuclear medicine, all the good stuff." He continues on, walking over near a small fleet of trucks and tapping one on the wheel with one furred paw. |
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| + | "These bad boys will pick the stuff up for ya if you can find anything there and keep it clear. You're job is to get there and sneak in to see if they have the things we want dig it? You'll each get a little radio and just flick the switch when you find it and we'll move on in after you've cleared the area. Now guess who is ready to take any questions and has two thumbs." He continues with a smirk, bending his elbows and sticking his thumbs out toward himself. "This guy."<br> <br>Cookies is here in her now-favorite-clothes, a black turtleneck and brown sweater pants- they look knit, but she generated them with nanomagic, if the surreally soft metamaterial they're made of is any indication. She raises a hand, ears perked up and tail lashing excitedly. The catgirl mewls out, "You've scouted this out, right? We know there are working, non-degenerated tools in there? Is it clear of ferals? Do we have any maps?" After she's done machine-gunning out those questions, she nyas, "... How much are we getting paid, and on what basis? By how much we get, or just for doing the job- that sort of thing?"<br> <br>Having gotten wind of the call, a small nekomata has decided to answer the summons. If help is needed, then she's certainly in a position to be of assistance. And so here she is, rocking a pair of jeans and a sweater and likely looking very out of place. Her twin tails swish nervously and she forces an all too cheery smile to try to cover her own worries about participating in this mission. | ||
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| + | She listens carefully and shifts from foot to foot as Cookies spouts out her questions. "Pretty much what she said." Pavani says quietly. "I'm certain that we all want to make sure that we do the best job that we possibly can to get all of this taken care of." She folds her arms over her chest and tries affecting a more nonchalant stance, but that is probably belied by the fact that her gaze is darting everywhere except for straight ahead.<br> <br>Aimee comes along walking on all fours despite the dragging of her breasts on the ground. She seems mostly used to it, not a scratch on her from it as she walks through to the Mall Rat. She knew the Clinic needed soemthing from these people, but she had no clue what, just that she was sent out to try and help get it. Walking around, she seemed mostly lost, whimpering and whining softly, eventually standing up on her hind paws, sniffing around, "I'm lost again..." she says softly whining to herself. She herself has not a scrap of clothing on, but lots of jewelery. Hearing Cookies talking though she turns to her, running over! "Angry Kitty!!" she calls out, a massive wall of breasts followed by a husky rushing over to the cat girl called out to! She seems oblivious to most everything else.<br> <br>More than happy to assist Eureka in their need, a lioness dressed in a typical business woman's outfit stands by attentively, eying up and down her standard shotgun while she listens to the briefing. When one mentions a trip to the general hospital, it's best to pack your best things, and a little armor bellow her coat couldn't hurt. Not far behind the cat girl, she peers at that darn sweater and could only wish Cookies was wearing a dress instead, but such is life. At least it looked comfy. "I assume the building is still crawling with dangerous ferals just as always," Dio comments, looking over her shoulder as Aimme comes around and making way for the rush. "Seems to be a standard pacification and salvage mission, but I'm afraid I'm not too familiar with the area. I tend to avoid that hospital." Straightening out her suitcoat diligently and perhaps a bit obsessively, the lioness flicks her tail about and continues. "I'm quite curious as well if there's any useful supplies left, but I suppose we'll just have to find out. I'm willing to risk some pain for it."<br> <br>The rat reaches up with his right hand to adjust the glasses, thin pink tail smooth and cool behind him. He leans against the large wheel of the thing as his head moves over the group to answer the questions in turn. "Woah, chill out there kitten. It's all good." He says, pulling out a little piece of paper and a small bag of some sort of green leafy substance. "We know some stuff there works, some doesn't but it's still good for parts. You're job is to clear out some ferals before the salvage crew goes down there and hopefully call out the best parts. We got some old maps of the place, pretty normal setup, and most of the stuff we want is on the first and second floor. Power stations on the basement." The papers are filled with the leaf as he talks and finally lifted up for his tongue to seal the deal. | ||
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| + | "Pay is standard for a patrol job and a bonus if there's more trouble than normal or find something really good there." Just as he finished his little spiel and rose the joint to his lips Aimee ran in toward Cookies and he fumbled with it, almost dropping the thing to the floor. "Well I didn't see a no pets no service policy." He says with a shrug, flicking out a lighter to start up his smoke. "I think the only one around the garage and the hospital was something about smoking."<br> <br>Cookies nods a bit as she takes in the information, about to relax her posture when she hears an ALL TOO FAMILIAR voice. Of all the things she's been forgetting lately, there is not a chance in hell she won't remember /that husky/. She barely has time to turn around before her vision is clouded with enormous husky breasts, leaving her equally little time to get out of the way. This is what those cats felt like, isn't it?<br> <br>Pavani listens attentively to the rat and forces herself to stop fidgeting. She glances around at the people that she does not know at all and gives a welcome, albeit nervous smile. A small sheath for a dagger is attached to the side of her jeans, and a holster for a rifle is on the other side. "Very well then," she says, before her gaze settles on Aimee. An expression of uncertainty skitters over her face before she glances back toward the others.<br> <br>Aimee gets within range and makes a bounding leap over to Cookies, soft warm mammories being the first things to make contact, knocking the kitty over, prime for licking! She licks and laps at Cookies over and over again, lightly grinding her milk dripping breasts and puppy filled belly over her, "Aimee miss Angry Kitty!!" she exclaims out, licking over her a few more times, before, suddenly, Aimee brings her head up, "I.. was doing something.. oh yeah! I have to find place with things for Clinic." she says, tail wagging behind her madly like she just figured out how to make a perpetual motion machine. She gently gets off of Cookies and looks around, "Gentle Sex Lion Dio?" she asks, before sniffing around some more, "Angry Kitty and Dio help Aimee find things for Clinic?" she asks, finally noticing the mall rat and Neko, "I'm not lost?" she asks. | ||
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"Thank you all for responding." The mall rat before you said, wearing a leather bomber jacket, no shirt, tight leather pants, and fighter pilot glasses. The group was gathered in the garage in RSX, the company having provided a set of trucks to handle the operations as a base point in a diplomatic initiative. "You're all cool cats and other things. So we've got a problem see. The clinic is up and running for the most part but we need to restock some supplies and get some of the heavy equipment in the radiation therapy area, nuclear medicine, all the good stuff." He continues on, walking over near a small fleet of trucks and tapping one on the wheel with one furred paw.
"These bad boys will pick the stuff up for ya if you can find anything there and keep it clear. You're job is to get there and sneak in to see if they have the things we want dig it? You'll each get a little radio and just flick the switch when you find it and we'll move on in after you've cleared the area. Now guess who is ready to take any questions and has two thumbs." He continues with a smirk, bending his elbows and sticking his thumbs out toward himself. "This guy."
Cookies is here in her now-favorite-clothes, a black turtleneck and brown sweater pants- they look knit, but she generated them with nanomagic, if the surreally soft metamaterial they're made of is any indication. She raises a hand, ears perked up and tail lashing excitedly. The catgirl mewls out, "You've scouted this out, right? We know there are working, non-degenerated tools in there? Is it clear of ferals? Do we have any maps?" After she's done machine-gunning out those questions, she nyas, "... How much are we getting paid, and on what basis? By how much we get, or just for doing the job- that sort of thing?"
Having gotten wind of the call, a small nekomata has decided to answer the summons. If help is needed, then she's certainly in a position to be of assistance. And so here she is, rocking a pair of jeans and a sweater and likely looking very out of place. Her twin tails swish nervously and she forces an all too cheery smile to try to cover her own worries about participating in this mission.
She listens carefully and shifts from foot to foot as Cookies spouts out her questions. "Pretty much what she said." Pavani says quietly. "I'm certain that we all want to make sure that we do the best job that we possibly can to get all of this taken care of." She folds her arms over her chest and tries affecting a more nonchalant stance, but that is probably belied by the fact that her gaze is darting everywhere except for straight ahead.
Aimee comes along walking on all fours despite the dragging of her breasts on the ground. She seems mostly used to it, not a scratch on her from it as she walks through to the Mall Rat. She knew the Clinic needed soemthing from these people, but she had no clue what, just that she was sent out to try and help get it. Walking around, she seemed mostly lost, whimpering and whining softly, eventually standing up on her hind paws, sniffing around, "I'm lost again..." she says softly whining to herself. She herself has not a scrap of clothing on, but lots of jewelery. Hearing Cookies talking though she turns to her, running over! "Angry Kitty!!" she calls out, a massive wall of breasts followed by a husky rushing over to the cat girl called out to! She seems oblivious to most everything else.
More than happy to assist Eureka in their need, a lioness dressed in a typical business woman's outfit stands by attentively, eying up and down her standard shotgun while she listens to the briefing. When one mentions a trip to the general hospital, it's best to pack your best things, and a little armor bellow her coat couldn't hurt. Not far behind the cat girl, she peers at that darn sweater and could only wish Cookies was wearing a dress instead, but such is life. At least it looked comfy. "I assume the building is still crawling with dangerous ferals just as always," Dio comments, looking over her shoulder as Aimme comes around and making way for the rush. "Seems to be a standard pacification and salvage mission, but I'm afraid I'm not too familiar with the area. I tend to avoid that hospital." Straightening out her suitcoat diligently and perhaps a bit obsessively, the lioness flicks her tail about and continues. "I'm quite curious as well if there's any useful supplies left, but I suppose we'll just have to find out. I'm willing to risk some pain for it."
The rat reaches up with his right hand to adjust the glasses, thin pink tail smooth and cool behind him. He leans against the large wheel of the thing as his head moves over the group to answer the questions in turn. "Woah, chill out there kitten. It's all good." He says, pulling out a little piece of paper and a small bag of some sort of green leafy substance. "We know some stuff there works, some doesn't but it's still good for parts. You're job is to clear out some ferals before the salvage crew goes down there and hopefully call out the best parts. We got some old maps of the place, pretty normal setup, and most of the stuff we want is on the first and second floor. Power stations on the basement." The papers are filled with the leaf as he talks and finally lifted up for his tongue to seal the deal.
"Pay is standard for a patrol job and a bonus if there's more trouble than normal or find something really good there." Just as he finished his little spiel and rose the joint to his lips Aimee ran in toward Cookies and he fumbled with it, almost dropping the thing to the floor. "Well I didn't see a no pets no service policy." He says with a shrug, flicking out a lighter to start up his smoke. "I think the only one around the garage and the hospital was something about smoking."
Cookies nods a bit as she takes in the information, about to relax her posture when she hears an ALL TOO FAMILIAR voice. Of all the things she's been forgetting lately, there is not a chance in hell she won't remember /that husky/. She barely has time to turn around before her vision is clouded with enormous husky breasts, leaving her equally little time to get out of the way. This is what those cats felt like, isn't it?
Pavani listens attentively to the rat and forces herself to stop fidgeting. She glances around at the people that she does not know at all and gives a welcome, albeit nervous smile. A small sheath for a dagger is attached to the side of her jeans, and a holster for a rifle is on the other side. "Very well then," she says, before her gaze settles on Aimee. An expression of uncertainty skitters over her face before she glances back toward the others.
Aimee gets within range and makes a bounding leap over to Cookies, soft warm mammories being the first things to make contact, knocking the kitty over, prime for licking! She licks and laps at Cookies over and over again, lightly grinding her milk dripping breasts and puppy filled belly over her, "Aimee miss Angry Kitty!!" she exclaims out, licking over her a few more times, before, suddenly, Aimee brings her head up, "I.. was doing something.. oh yeah! I have to find place with things for Clinic." she says, tail wagging behind her madly like she just figured out how to make a perpetual motion machine. She gently gets off of Cookies and looks around, "Gentle Sex Lion Dio?" she asks, before sniffing around some more, "Angry Kitty and Dio help Aimee find things for Clinic?" she asks, finally noticing the mall rat and Neko, "I'm not lost?" she asks.
