What was that smell? It had the melicious odor of burning rubber and smoldering roadkill! The plumes of black, thick smoke going over the cityscapre were truly frightening, though for Magnus, on the fucking weekend, when he was supposed to be RELAXING... it only meant he had more shit to do. Faaaantastic. With a growl and a shake of his head, the fennec crushes the canned soda in his hand and tosses it into the nearby bin, then leaps off towards the source of the smoke, knowing full well the state of the fire department, how understaffed and underequipped they were, he felt they would be needing all the help they could get. He'd already tackled one inferno already, what was another, right? The fox arrives with a loud thump, glancing around to look for the panicked masses in the area. Thankfully the only presence was of wandering wilds, disorganized, chaotic... that was at least all that he could see. The stench of burning latex was absolutely overpowering, so the fox reaches into his pack, and pulls out what appeared to be a face cover, slipping it over his muzzle, as well as a pair of goggles to ward off the ash and soot in the air from irritating his eyes. He wasn't equipped for this, he had no hydrowhatchamagallit nanomagic, nor any of that thermal huckery fuckery either. The best he could do at this point is pick up his comm unit and relay the details to his own department, summoning those able to assist with the potentially injured from the massive blaze. What the fuck was burning in there anyway? Mountains of latex and sillicone?

Poppy had only come feeling that there was something that might have gone wrong. That the smoke billowing in the sky might have been just from some massive fight. The burning inferno infront of her was... not what she had expected to see. Not what she had hoped to see. No. None of it was in anything she had hoped for. Instead, a blistering heat washed off the building, the sound of ferals skittering every which way, moving away from the burning mass of a building, and even worse, some still fighting it. Like a fire like this is something you can fight. It's more a force of nature to try and avoid, to try and prevent. This... This was a nightmare made manifest. It took Poppy a few moments to shake herself from the awestruck horror as much as the concern of the situation. "Uh, fire. Right. The... firemen are on their way. I... I gotta do something. What... what can I do." Looking over the situation, she tried to discern what, if anything, she could even do. Ferals, smoke, burning flesh... No, don't think about that. Swallow. Breath. Move. She shook her head, looking about. Someone who was shoudting into a comms. People were on the way, information being given. Her feet moved before she could think of it. The building itself might be forefet, but those at the edges, she might be able to help. Ferals who skittered away and hid near the building, near the alleys... They were still in danger. And so, she moved on, nearer the building, yelling and trying to at least spook the ferals near the cover nearest away. This was not her forte... but damn it, she had to do /something/

Fenia's wings strained as she arrowed through the air, eyes narrowed to try to pick out anything.. anything aside from that greasy pillar of smoke staining the sky. It was in a mostly uninhabited area?.. maybe?.. Although, odds are there would be ferals there at least, and the thought makes her try to fly even faster. She ponders a cautious circle of of the inferno before landing, but the thought of potential injured drives her to the ground as quick as she can, landing lightly and glancing around. The smoke and smell of burning latex hit her like a wall, and she reflexively stops breathing before she makes herself continue. As unpleasant as it might be, it would not choke /her/, and being able to smell would be useful. She looks around again for other agents or bystanders, but then moves to her task, moving forward and trying to find signs of any injured, or to see if there was any way to contain the blaze.

Len has arrived on the scene, as well, drawn by that massive smoke cloud. It's impossible to miss, after all. The goat has no fire training to speak of, so the most he can do is really be a bystander. Oh gods, he's well over 300 feet away, and can still feel himself blistering from the sheer heat, and the smell... Gods, the smell! Murder on his sensitive caprine nose. He nearly gags, but decides to try and help herd away the ferals along with Poppy.

A large firetruck peels around the corner and drives up into the parking area for the loading docs. A large armored and badge wearing chimera rolls out of the front seat and after engaging the trucks engine to start priming the pumps. He looks to the small grouping of agents trying their best to help. He carries down three hoses, and starts attaching them. He looks over to the familiar fennec and shouts, "Magnus! Get these lines run if you can!" throwing the large canvas hoses as far as he can toward the street, clearly in need to be run to a fire hydrant. He takes the third hose toward the sides of the warehouse. There was no way they were going to stop this fire, at this point it was a loss and it was just about trying to simply contain it from spreading to the other nearby buildings. Meanwhile the feral presence has mostly found itself clear of the inferno, the only ones left were either injured or insane. They hunker down and hiss or growl at any approach to help, some lashing out with burned paws, others clearly unable to take a sentient form again, just pooling about like a half-humanoid-formed puddles of latex.

It was done nearly before the chimera was done speaking, Magnus had grabbed those, run them, attached them, and run back in record times, if there were records for such a thing anyway. Figures, with so many fire breathing mutants running around, was it any surprise that the place had caught fire? They needed more regulations for these sorts of things. "Miru's gonna have a field they over this. I doubt her newspaper has had anything to report on in a while." He'd growl softly, spotting the others who'd arrived, herding the feral presence away by means of sight and sound alike. "ANYBODY HERE GOT SOME OF THAT MEDICAL NANOWHATEVER THAT LETS YOU CHECK FOR SURVIVORS?!" he'd call out, then lift his finger and point it at the burning building. "I need to know if there's anyone left alive in there! We DON'T have forever to save them!" He'd warn, voice practically booming over the chaos in the area.

Poppy tried to not gag as she saw the state of some of the ferals. Nearly molten puddles of semi-humanoid good, some still burning as they dragged their half deranged selves away from the raging inferno, living ink stains that crept away like eerie shadows. Her attempts to keep her gut in check... was of only minimal success. Still, some of them howled and clawed and scraped at them... but she had to do something. The heat of the flames baked her skin, burning at her fur despite being nowhere near the fires, but she had to do... something. One of the flailing flailing ferals was dragged bodily out, the collie whining as they cut and clawed at her. But until they were far enough away that it didn't hurt to breath... she'd have to endure it. Her ears turned catching the sound of the shouting man again. "NO! NOTHING OF THE SORT!" Was all she could answer. Nanowhatever was out of her wheelhouse. Only her nose was of any use, and it smelled of naugh tmore than a bitter oily mixture of boiling flesh and burning latex. Neither of which... she wished she could smell. The Flailing feral dropped, skittering away, she looked back at the building. An almost helpless look crossed her face as she looked back over the scene... rushing back to the man by the firetruck. "WHAT CAN I DO?" As much a cry for direction as a cry for help.

Fenia had to stop from wincing at the fight of the burned, melted ferals, feeling the urge to rush to the nearest one and try to aid. But while these ones were wounded.. they would survive a little longer, while any still trapped inside would most certainly not. The less-hurt but more aggressive ones also worry her, as she keeps walking forward, making her tempted to try to project a calming aura... except for the face she would need to concentrate for her next act. So she relies on the fact that she tends to come across as harmless and nonthreatening, and moves until the heat is too much for her to risk going further, and uses her nanite scanning nanomagic, searching for any dense spots that would indicate still-living nanite masses. Either way, she would swap to her telepathy and call back to the Fennec. {I JUST USED NANOMAGIC TO SCAN THE BUILDING..} Followed by telling him if she had found survivors, and the approximate location of any she had seen, although with a caveat for the vagueness of her sensing.

Len is truly roasting, and his thick, fluffy goat fur is not helping. He tries to help whatever ferals he can reach, but otherwise feels pretty helpless. "What else can I do to help?" he asks Poppy, raising his voice to be heard over the conflagration. "I know some basic first aid, but a lot of these injuries are bit beyond my expertise... I'll, ah... I'll try calling for an ambulance from Zephyr!" He starts typing out the emergency number on his comm.

Korune shouts over the din, "I NEED SOMEONE ON THIS HOSE! NOW!" he says with the hose under his foot-paw while he releases the valve. As soon as the valve is thrown, the fire engine's pump revs up and the hose fills with water nearly instantly, spilling water from the nozzle. The chimera closes the valve and tosses it to the side again, for one of the other volunteers to man, "Two people per hose!" he shouts and moves to get another one setup for the other adjascent building, "KEEP THE FIRE CONTAINED, WATER ON THE OTHER BUILDINGS, THIS ONE IS LOST! WE DONT HAVE THE PEOPLE TO SAVE IT!" he shouts over the cacophony of noises. He hears Fenia's report, "CIRCLE THE BUILDING FENIA, KEEP YOUR DISTANCE! LET ME KNOW IF YOU SEE ANY PLACES WHERE THE FIRE IS NOT CONTAINED!" he shouts again. A few more twists and there, he cracks the nozzle slightly to let air out and water to fill up the hose before again wrenching the lever for the valve open, filling up the hose. He closes the nozzle and tosses it out, "SECOND HOSE IS UP!" he shouts and gets on the radio to dispatch, "Dispatch Truck 128, Three Alarm Fire is in containment, request additional support, only wounded ferals on sight, request mobile download of building schematic to comm unit number 146, address is 3rd, 6-5-0-0, warehouse with loading docs." he says over the radio. "Copy Truck 128, Standby" is the reply. "Truck 128, moving off-radio, out" he says and drops the hand-held mic back onto the seat.

Nearing Collie, Magnus grabs her shoulder and gives it a squeeze to calm her down. "Keep your cool. See if the firefighters need anything. Watch for survivors, just help anyone if they need it." he nods to her, and winces as Fenia moves in close to the radiating heat to do what she does. Once he gets the message, he moves in and pulls her away from the searing heat, huffing sharply in morbid realization that whoever may be in there had a very slim chance of making it out... still, a slim chance was better than no chance. "You." He points a finger towards Poppy. "Check around the building, see if anyone has crawled out or has passed out from the heat that you can grab and haul back quickly. Take the right side. You!" he points towards Len "Take the left side! Do the same. You!" he points towards Fenia "You be their lookout, keep an eye on them from afar, see if you can get a birdseye view of things, make sure nobody else gets hurt."

He turns to Korune and screams, "Fenia picked up on people in there! Don't just declare the damn building lost like that! Get a hose on it to cool shit down, I'm going in!" The fox places his hand on the tome at his hip, muttering something under his breath for a few short moments as his pelt first and foremost glistens gently at the tips of his individual hairs, his breath faltering for a moment as he feels the familiar price to pay for his added layer of defense. Additionally, as he lunges towards the entrance, his body rapidly covers in what at a quick glance appeared to be some sort of smooth metallic surface. Whatever was going on there, it was meant to keep him safe, and hopefully it would. The trip through the burning building was anything but pleasant. His adaptation and gas mask helped only so much in a miasma of burning latex...

The heat was overwhelming, and even curled up as he was, the fox felt like he was being in his own pressure cooker. He had to work fast, he had to look fast, and that's exactly what he did, or tried to do. Head swimming, he was starting to get dazed, confused and exhausted from the effort of staing conscious. The first chamber he checks was a dud, onto the second... his strength was fading and his ears were started to whistle, his head was pounding and he felt his core temperature was rising, he was boiling up from the inside, but he strikes out with luck, finding the two bodies just there. Feral or no, Magnus heifts either over his shoulders. Coughing sharply, he was gasping for air, exherting every ounce of willpower to do what he had set out to do. He wasn't going to be the victim here today. Just another corner, just another few steps.

By the time he had reached the entrance, his knees were starting to buckle, his blood was boiling in his veins and his fur was singed from every direction, his whiskers were missing and his armor was sizzling on his body. Finally he reaches a safe distance from the building, his vision blurry, barely conscious, he collapses onto the ground, with the two dying lives just before himself. He'd nearly cooked in there, but thank the divines he'd managed to get out...