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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>A cool evening, as a fox and human stand on the corner of 2nd and falcon. Not far away is the museum, within sight distance. It's a fairly generic looking street. Ya got yer buildings on the left, more buildings on the right, paved roads... Nothing of any current significance. They stand, waiting for the volunteers they called for. Seem to be having a bit of a conversation. The human, commanding looking dude, smoking a cigar and kitted out like a swat team member speaks: "...and that's why STD's don't exist anymore. Still, it'd make me laugh if they came back." The fox, wearing a tac vest with firearms mounted on it, shakes his head, keeps an eye out for the help that was requested/horny ferals.<br> <br>Edel drops from the sky a safe distance away, a voluminous black robe draped over the black armoured bodysuit she tended to wear on assignment. "That was a pretty vague call you put out. What is it you need help with?" She asks, slipping forward.<br> <br>Rihko slips down the street from the center of town. The silver and white furred kitsune isn't trying to be stealthy, but she does seem to be on the prowl - natrually keeping close to cover, ears alert for noises and sniffing at the air as she approaches. When she reaches the agents she pauses and then gives them both a small nod. "Hey. And hi there, Edel."<br> <br>Cerris simply woke up as the comm device attached to his combat harness thrummed silently in a subdermal chiming. A call for help eh? Well this is what field kings did for the weak, right? |
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| + | Opening his eyes he glanced about merely by rolling them in his socket, noting the many ferals collapsed in various poses of dread around him. How many had been drawn to his health and power? How many had lingered too long, hesitating as the life-sapping field warned their instincts of doom whilst other instincts demands they attack? He counted dozens...pity for them, but the only mercy he had for them was stretching his many limbs before loping off toward the away point that appeared in the world before his vision as text scrolled before his eyes showing him pertinent info, hazard reading and sugested routes and what buildings could be passed through as of his last walk through mapping foray. | ||
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| + | As he drew near he announced himself with a low growl, casualy striding out to meet those already gathered with his head held high, combat harness and pouches still displaying name, rank and affiliations that he couldn't recall himself fully. | ||
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| + | [Your troubles are at an end, brief us and watch me in motion.]<br> <br>Angus had heard the call, and of course always the curious one, he had to show up! With his tesla rifle in hand he makes the long treck over to the meeting point, while he was singing....at the top of his lungs...again, not a care in the world about the ferals near by. "Something takes a part of meeeee, you and I are meant to beeeee. A cheap fuck for me to layyyyy!" The coyote howls out, singing a part of an old song as he looks over those present, before blinking at Cerris. "Oh hey, perfect song right?"<br> <br>The fox, whom some of you recognize as Thelergramor speaks. "Edel, Rihko, Angus... other guy. Dick here'll brief you. And, yeah, perfect song for some of those kinky bastards back at Zephyr. Plenty of 'freaks on leashes' walking around." The human takes a drag off his cigar; starts the briefing. "I left it vague on purpose. Will try to make this quick; ferals. And non ferals. They're hold up in a commercial building about a block and a half down. It's a drug lab of some kind, according to Thel here. Chemicals and shit. Useful stuff. Now, it isn't hurting anyone, so you're probably thinking 'why do you care'. Because we want the salvage. Chemicals, lab supplies. Could be useful to someone higher up."<br> <br>Edel holds up a hand, brow furrowing. "Wait, wait. This isn't stuff they're -making- is it? Because otherwise that's just petty theft and I want none of it." She glances around at the others, ears flicking before nodding at Rihko. "Hello there! Good to see you, and you, too, Angus, Cerris."<br> <br>"Or a mugging," Rihko replies. "Usually when Z sends out agents on a salvage mission, they're beating up ferals to take their shinies. Except that usually the ferals don't know what they have and would probably break it anyway." The kitsune gives Edel a little nod. "If they're just survivors that aren't hurting anyone, then yea, it'd be a pretty shitty thing to go knock 'em over."<br> <br>Cerris rumbles softly at the song that tickles his knowledge of the past, or what bits and pieces would hold still long enough to be identified. Mental flashes of a bullet flying toward the face of a sweet little girl makes his blood boil as a lack of context jerks along the wrong nerves and makes him glower at Angus with baleful golden slits set in a stygian pitt. | ||
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| + | Turning back to the briefing, he casually sniffed at Edel before turning his head in the direction Dick indicated, already accessing maps and waypointing for the sake of tactical planning. When Edel addresses him he replies with a verbal growl of | ||
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| + | "Voss." | ||
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| + | Before stolling closer to but gis head against her chest, his telepathic voice betraying his greeting by being all business. | ||
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| + | [What sort of drugs in the lab, if chemicals are dangerous, it would be best to temporarily relocate the subjects there until they are removed, then return custody of the lair...mercifully. Barter may be a kindness to be explored.]<br> <br>Angus flashes Cerris a big grin, wow it has been a long ass time since he's seen that glare, and it brought back so many memories of the harassment he gave Cerris. "How ya been beasty?" He asks before turning back to Dick, wondering if hairy was waiting around the corner. "We talking dime store cough drops, or what?" he asks as he puts a hand on his hip and wonders if Dick will even answer, or live up to his name.<br> <br>The fox shakes his head and sighs. "You forgot the part about making a deal, Dick." The human looks almost dumbfoudned. "I did? Ah, well, yeah. We go in, make a deal, come out with some chemicals. Didn't say we were going to take it from them... Anyway, we're both shitty negotiators." Speak for yourself." "...Which is why we called for backup." And Thel adds: "I didn't exactly look at what kinds of chemicals. Didn't want to go in and potentially end up being raped for the next week. But, ferals and survivors. From what I saw. Looked like a meth lab, Angus, if that means anything."<br> <br>Edel peers at Cerris for a moment before shrugging and looking back to the two that requested the help. "Yeah? Well, if we're going to be bartering for it, then that's fine, I suppose!" She says, nodding a little and settling her hands on her hips. "Lead the way, then."<br> <br>Rihko thinks for a moment, then nods her head, her ear flicking once as she puts the picture together again in her head a little differently this time. "Cool. So who's going to be the negotiator? I'm fine with that or being an escort, as long as Z still pays up at the end." She looks down the street, then nods, indicating that she was ready to go as well. "What are we barganing with, Thel? Dick? What are we allowed to offer, and what do you want to offer?" | ||
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A cool evening, as a fox and human stand on the corner of 2nd and falcon. Not far away is the museum, within sight distance. It's a fairly generic looking street. Ya got yer buildings on the left, more buildings on the right, paved roads... Nothing of any current significance. They stand, waiting for the volunteers they called for. Seem to be having a bit of a conversation. The human, commanding looking dude, smoking a cigar and kitted out like a swat team member speaks: "...and that's why STD's don't exist anymore. Still, it'd make me laugh if they came back." The fox, wearing a tac vest with firearms mounted on it, shakes his head, keeps an eye out for the help that was requested/horny ferals.
Edel drops from the sky a safe distance away, a voluminous black robe draped over the black armoured bodysuit she tended to wear on assignment. "That was a pretty vague call you put out. What is it you need help with?" She asks, slipping forward.
Rihko slips down the street from the center of town. The silver and white furred kitsune isn't trying to be stealthy, but she does seem to be on the prowl - natrually keeping close to cover, ears alert for noises and sniffing at the air as she approaches. When she reaches the agents she pauses and then gives them both a small nod. "Hey. And hi there, Edel."
Cerris simply woke up as the comm device attached to his combat harness thrummed silently in a subdermal chiming. A call for help eh? Well this is what field kings did for the weak, right?
Opening his eyes he glanced about merely by rolling them in his socket, noting the many ferals collapsed in various poses of dread around him. How many had been drawn to his health and power? How many had lingered too long, hesitating as the life-sapping field warned their instincts of doom whilst other instincts demands they attack? He counted dozens...pity for them, but the only mercy he had for them was stretching his many limbs before loping off toward the away point that appeared in the world before his vision as text scrolled before his eyes showing him pertinent info, hazard reading and sugested routes and what buildings could be passed through as of his last walk through mapping foray.
As he drew near he announced himself with a low growl, casualy striding out to meet those already gathered with his head held high, combat harness and pouches still displaying name, rank and affiliations that he couldn't recall himself fully.
[Your troubles are at an end, brief us and watch me in motion.]
Angus had heard the call, and of course always the curious one, he had to show up! With his tesla rifle in hand he makes the long treck over to the meeting point, while he was singing....at the top of his lungs...again, not a care in the world about the ferals near by. "Something takes a part of meeeee, you and I are meant to beeeee. A cheap fuck for me to layyyyy!" The coyote howls out, singing a part of an old song as he looks over those present, before blinking at Cerris. "Oh hey, perfect song right?"
The fox, whom some of you recognize as Thelergramor speaks. "Edel, Rihko, Angus... other guy. Dick here'll brief you. And, yeah, perfect song for some of those kinky bastards back at Zephyr. Plenty of 'freaks on leashes' walking around." The human takes a drag off his cigar; starts the briefing. "I left it vague on purpose. Will try to make this quick; ferals. And non ferals. They're hold up in a commercial building about a block and a half down. It's a drug lab of some kind, according to Thel here. Chemicals and shit. Useful stuff. Now, it isn't hurting anyone, so you're probably thinking 'why do you care'. Because we want the salvage. Chemicals, lab supplies. Could be useful to someone higher up."
Edel holds up a hand, brow furrowing. "Wait, wait. This isn't stuff they're -making- is it? Because otherwise that's just petty theft and I want none of it." She glances around at the others, ears flicking before nodding at Rihko. "Hello there! Good to see you, and you, too, Angus, Cerris."
"Or a mugging," Rihko replies. "Usually when Z sends out agents on a salvage mission, they're beating up ferals to take their shinies. Except that usually the ferals don't know what they have and would probably break it anyway." The kitsune gives Edel a little nod. "If they're just survivors that aren't hurting anyone, then yea, it'd be a pretty shitty thing to go knock 'em over."
Cerris rumbles softly at the song that tickles his knowledge of the past, or what bits and pieces would hold still long enough to be identified. Mental flashes of a bullet flying toward the face of a sweet little girl makes his blood boil as a lack of context jerks along the wrong nerves and makes him glower at Angus with baleful golden slits set in a stygian pitt.
Turning back to the briefing, he casually sniffed at Edel before turning his head in the direction Dick indicated, already accessing maps and waypointing for the sake of tactical planning. When Edel addresses him he replies with a verbal growl of
"Voss."
Before stolling closer to but gis head against her chest, his telepathic voice betraying his greeting by being all business.
[What sort of drugs in the lab, if chemicals are dangerous, it would be best to temporarily relocate the subjects there until they are removed, then return custody of the lair...mercifully. Barter may be a kindness to be explored.]
Angus flashes Cerris a big grin, wow it has been a long ass time since he's seen that glare, and it brought back so many memories of the harassment he gave Cerris. "How ya been beasty?" He asks before turning back to Dick, wondering if hairy was waiting around the corner. "We talking dime store cough drops, or what?" he asks as he puts a hand on his hip and wonders if Dick will even answer, or live up to his name.
The fox shakes his head and sighs. "You forgot the part about making a deal, Dick." The human looks almost dumbfoudned. "I did? Ah, well, yeah. We go in, make a deal, come out with some chemicals. Didn't say we were going to take it from them... Anyway, we're both shitty negotiators." Speak for yourself." "...Which is why we called for backup." And Thel adds: "I didn't exactly look at what kinds of chemicals. Didn't want to go in and potentially end up being raped for the next week. But, ferals and survivors. From what I saw. Looked like a meth lab, Angus, if that means anything."
Edel peers at Cerris for a moment before shrugging and looking back to the two that requested the help. "Yeah? Well, if we're going to be bartering for it, then that's fine, I suppose!" She says, nodding a little and settling her hands on her hips. "Lead the way, then."
Rihko thinks for a moment, then nods her head, her ear flicking once as she puts the picture together again in her head a little differently this time. "Cool. So who's going to be the negotiator? I'm fine with that or being an escort, as long as Z still pays up at the end." She looks down the street, then nods, indicating that she was ready to go as well. "What are we barganing with, Thel? Dick? What are we allowed to offer, and what do you want to offer?"
