Turf Troubles between Dragons and Wolves Part 1 - RPLOG
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Date
8/12/2015
Log
"Oh good, quick responders." the feline says, looking over those present. "I guess I couldn't have gotten the heavy hitters, but I guess they'll be some time. Listen, I don't know when or where these two feral, tribes, formed, but they're getting ready to get into a terroritory war. If it was more mundane ferals, I'd brush it off. But we're looking at Wolf Beasts and Shadow Dragons going at it. That's NOT going to be pleasant for anyone in the area, much less the local area." They explain, wincing as what sounds like hte first clash begins.
"Right now, it's just minor skirmishes between the two tribes, but that's only because they're still mustering."
Vayne leans to the side to peer over Buzamu's shoulder as if that would give her a better view, even stands on her tip toes in the theatric if ineffective attempt. "A gang war? So..what you're making book on it or something? What's the over under on the shadow dragons to win?"
The coyote instinctively ducks at the sounds of battle nearby, casting a quick glance around - fidgety fellow he was. "Well, sounds like we arrived just in time..." Myung clears his throat and straightens his posture, brushing himself off and doing his best not to look like a complete greenhorn. "Well, erm... what she said. Which of the sides has the better odds at a glance?"
Dragons and wuffs? Nekura isn't really all that familiar with being the latter though the former is pretty much the opposite considering she spent almost six months as a shadow one. Though she's tempted to poof right now the Nightmare decides to just wait for the moment to see what happens.
Simenio is currently standing... quite close to Vayne. In fact, he looks very nervous being here, so close to the various howls and roars. He nods along as the feline present explains things, and, well... the explanation definitely doens't do anything to calm his nerves. In any case, he tries to make himself look more ready to head in there than he actually is, standing up straight and even managing to gather a more neutral expression on his face, though his constant nerves are still betrayed by his almost constant shifting and shuffling.
The feline nods, and shrugs. "Right now, if we went with purely what their bodies allow them, I'd say the Dragons. But with the nanites involved... It's up in the air. I haven't managed to caught sight of hte leader's, but they've got to be potent, possibly even close to Prime strength, to gather this kind of following each." They say, screeching and diving for cover as an old compact car is sent their way from one of hte clashes.
As the vehicle settles, the feline grumbles, brushing off their jumpsuit. "Right now, we need to figure out who the tribe leaders are, and either subdue or convince them to stop. Otherwise, it's gonna be all hands on the clock cleaning out hte mess of bodies and rubble."
Vayne Simply leans to the side while pushing her little brother's head down, the car sailing only a few inches past her head and making the feather in her hat ripple in the wind wake of it's passing, she straightens up as if having buicks fly past her head was a regular occurance. "Strong little bastards, So do we stick together and find one groups leader or split up and find both, I ..wouldn't reccomend the splitting up thing."
Myung is caught completely and utterly off-guard - he dives just in time to avoid getting utterly crushed, but a loud yelp is heard in the aftermath. When the dust clears, Myung is clutching his left leg, pinned under the car. "ShitshitshitSHIT!" He whines, tugging at his leg. "... a little help here!"
Nekura ends up watching as Myung and Vanye try to dodge and only one of them actually does so with enough expertise to avoid getting hit. Rolling her eyes in frustration the Nightmare walks over towards where the car is and starts trying to peel it away. Despite her mostly relying on other kinky ways to fix problems she's pretty damn strong physically.
Simenio goes a wide-eyed as the car comes flying by, and he would quite obviously have jumped back were it not for the fact that Vayne pushing his head down kept him in place. He simply... stands there for a few moments, completely quiet, in fact it doesn't even look like he's breathing. Eventually though, he lets out a sigh, looking up at Vayne with a small grin on as his face as he mumbles, "What h-have we gotten ourselves in-into?" At the mention of splitting up, he shifts around in place a bit before moving even closer to the Tigress. Of course that smile disappears when he realizes that someone did end up getting hit by the car.... He looks over to Myung now, wincing a bit when he notices the Coyote's position. He walks a bit closer to where he was pinned, shuffling around in place a bit before he mumbles, "If someone c-can get that car off of h-him, I can take a l-look at his leg.... I might be ab-able to make sure that h-he's at least able to m-move forward... or... leave now... one of th-the two...."
The feline grimaces, and watches as Nekura manages to JUST barely get it off the coyote's leg. Hurrying over, he helps pull Myung out from under it, and looks releived that it appeared to have done nothing but just kept him from moving. "As you can probably guess now, this is the kind of danger we're wanting to snip in the bud. I'm not a front line agent. I'm just a scout." The feline says, scurrying back ot their cover behind the SUV. "I can provide what I know of the area over teh comm to you directly, but these tribes, it's all on you."
Vayne taps her fingers against her chin as she contemplates. "Well the dragons are physically more dangerous, and probably more.. imposing. The wolf beasts are likely to be very territorial and pack oriented ...hmmm I guess we go talk to the dragons first. Which way to the Draco's Mr. Scout?"
Vayne politely ignores Myungs vehicular incident not wanting to draw any embaressment, More, in the Coyote's direction and leaving Sim the task of medical triage.
Myung scrambles to his feet once the vehicle is moved, shaken but thankfully not damaged too badly. He rubs at his leg and bites his lip, any air of confidence he'd managed to put on quite soundly destroyed after that, and glances between Simenio and the scout, muttering under his breath. "Whatever gets us out of the open sooner..."
Nekura just leaves the other to deal with Myung's leg and heads after Vayne. "Sounds like an idea to me~" she murmurs when they bring up the talk of visiting the dragons first.
Simenio seems... quite relieved that the car was able to have been moved in the first place, and he takes a few steps closer to Myung, his head cocked slightly to the side as he begins to examine the leg that had been trapped beneath the car. After a few moments of this examination he seems... satisfied enough, and takes a few steps back before mumbling, "It doesn't seem like there was any im-important damage. In any case, y-you can move and you can do s-so without limping, so, unless you can f-find a large gash or an-anything on there that I missed, there's no p-point in me treating it. You're good to g-go, for now at l-least." With that said, he walks over to join Nekura and Vayne, shifting around in place a bit more as he mumbles out, "Well... y-you lead the way Vayne, I g-guess...."
The feline nods. "Yeah, they've an, eryie I think the term is, a couple of blocks north. That's about all I can say. I just have seen where they've been congregating. Lacking wings and not really feeling like risking a Shadow Dragon party alone, I haven't gone there directly. There might still be a way up the stairs inside the building to reach the nest, but I don't know for sure." They said, pointing towards a slightly taller building a few blocks down that had on one point a large ring of glass windows about twice the height of a normal human with twice the width, resulting in about 4 windows per side by rough guess.
"Good luck Agents. I don't envy you at all. I need to stay in this part of the city and keep an eye and ear open for any further agressions by eihter side." They say, sighing and looking at how to get into a better, safer position without getting nabbed by the dragons.
Vayne Nods "You sit tight, keep an eye out for massed attacks or anything else heading towards the eryie." She checks her weapons and armor making sure everything is fitted and strapped down correctly. "The rest of you with me, Don't draw any weapons while it seems we might be able to negotiate, keep cool and of course be prepared to run screaming if things get too hairy. Sim stay behind me, Myung left flank, Nekura right side. Let move, everyone stay sharp but try to look cool.. you know.. just walk cassual...we're just out for a stroll going to talk to the neighbors."
The coyote was still a little startled but seemed to have mostly recovered, looking between Nekura and Simenio. "Thanks, by the way. I'll be fine, I think. Barring any other giant hunks of metal." He shuffles in place, then falls in line behind the tigress. "Sure, just a chat... hopefully they agree with that assessment."
With that out of the way Nekura goes to follow after Vayne though after they get a little ways from where they met their scout she pauses long enough to focus. Suddenly fur disappears beneath scales as she goes from mare to dragoness. Upon finishing she resumes following, acting as if nothing out of the ordinary occured~
Simenio glances over to the scout again, giving a slight nod when they're finished speaking. He then looks back over to Vayne, taking his place right behind the Tigress... and... well, he was standing rather close to her again. Seems his nerves were returning now that they were on their way to one of these lairs. He glances over to Myung and mumbles, "Don't w-worry about it.... Besides, examining y-you is easy now... I just hope it st-stays that way in the event th-things go South with the dragons...." His attention finally returns to Vayne, following close behind her as he adds on, "Maybe I sh-should try talking to them wh-when we get there... I might ac-actually be able to help... negotiations. Hopefully."
Vayne travels in the direction of the eirye looking around with mild interest and walking with the sort of confidence that hopefully gives pause to anyone or anything that might want to start shit with the little group of "diplomats for civilization." she glances back at Simenio. "Considering my typical negotiating style involves point guns at peoples faces and demanding their money, you may have a point there. Depends on what it looks like the big boss respects, if he respects tough, no shit taking types, then you might want to sit it out, if he prefers polite, respectful and mildly obsequious then the spot light shall be yours." she ponders as she glances down an ally they are passing. "That is, of course assuming talking is an option they allow us."
The scout, whom Simenio would notice was more feminine, nods to the team. "Good luck." She comments, before dodging into a building, vanishing from sight. As the group moved north along Falcon Street, the sensation of being observed grows, and several Shadow Dragons can be seen watching them, some clearly full feral, other's, looked like they still retained some semblance of mental facility, as they were wearing rags of sorts offering some basic decency, but more possibly frightening were teh ones holding weapons that were more advanced than claws or improvised blunt or sharp weapons. One looked like he was holding an old police issue shotgun, though the stock sling for extra shells was empty.
Myung casts his glance downward and nods a little in silent agreement with Sim, turning his eyes back to their surroundings. He casts a glance around once it becomes obvious they are being watched, going so far as to offer a slight smile and a wave, muttering through gritted teeth. "Well, we haven't been attacked yet. Leaving the talking to you two, then." He lowers his voice a little further. "Can't say I envy you there."
Nekura huffs when they don't pay attention to her in the way she was expecting. "I'm not even sure why they're so jumpy. It's not like I have a weapon or anything."
Simenio glances around in that same awkward way he always does as they travel along, but... eventually he seems to notice something. His ears fold back a bit and he pauses, hesitating for just a brief moment before mumbling out, "These, uh... dr-dragons.... They seem... very c-cautious of us... maybe a b-bit hostile.... Just... be c-careful of what you s-say and do everyone," in a tone that... was hopefully too quiet for any of the dragons around them to actually hear. His attention then goes back to Vayne as he very quickly falls into position just behind her again. "Well, hopefully we c-can get a good read on th-their leader then, because I wouldn't want to s-send the wrong person up th-there." He does glance over to Myung again, giving the Coyote a half-hearted smile as he adds on, "And I c-can't say I look f-forward to it if I have to do th-the talking."
As they reach the building, a trio of Dragons drop like bombs, before flaring their wings at hte last moment and stopping in front of the group. The 'lead' of this trio is a large female Shadow Dragon wearing a nightgown converted into a jerkin worn under some peices of 'armor' that looked like it'd at one point been on a car. the other two are in more simple rags with bandoliers for ammo, one the more traditional 'banditio' style of individual rounds through loops for the lever action she had in her hands, while the other was a more WWII style one, likely holding several clips for the M1 Garand in his hands. The leader wasn't holding a weapon, but the large chrome desert eagle in a quick draw hip holster was clue enough.
"Stop! State your business here, now, before we show you what happens to trespasser's of Dragon Lord Bahenmut." The one in 'armor' barks, a hand drifting to rest upon the oversized pistol. Her stare is quite piercing, looking at each of your in turn, as if expectting you to do something stupid.
Vayne Looks over the trio with a soft smile and nod of appreciation for their style, having a bit of a soft spot for the classical bandito look. She takes off her hat and sweeps a gallent bow. "We mean no disrespect, we are guests in your territory come to speak with the dragon lord regarding the growing conflicts on these streets. My name is Vayne, this is Simenio, Myung and Nekura. If nothing else we may be of some use in making sure anymore outsiders stay out of your business."
Myung didn't make a damn move under that gaze, going still as a statue. His eyes flick back and forth between Vayne and the dragoness addressing them. A paw raises as his name is spoken, bowing his head very slightly in a polite gesture.
Nekura meanwhile just :| faces when the dragoness says that name. And she thought she was bad naming her kids Obsidian and Ebony.
Simenio shifts around a bit when the three land in front of them, throwing them a very slight wave when his name is mentioned. Once Vayne is finished speaking, he takes a rather regal bow of his own, placing one foot slightly behind himself and crouching down a bit before lowering his chest down to just above his knee, his eyes on the ground as he mumbles out, "Yes, we... j-just wish to speak with the Dr-Dragon Lord, if you'll al-allow us. We mean you no h-harm, I can assure you of th-that."
The one with the lever action snorts, and shakes her head. "Looks like they might be postible friends, spies, o' wo'se, disguised mutts. We ought t'jest kill 'em now." She says, growling. The one with the Garand ignores this, staring at Nekura, seeming to be trying guage her in some fashion, while the 'leader' snorts. "No. You will not meet with Lord Bahenmut. Only once Bloodfang is dead will we consider speaking with other tribes such as teh Zephyr tribe." she states.
Vayne straightens up and sets her tri-corn hat back upon her head, running a finger along the brim to set it right, she frowns thoughtfully for a moment. "Odd to turn away potential allies in a time of strife. It may be possible for us to solve your Bloodfang problem, that sort of...job happens to be a personal speciality of mine, but I have a rather strong business policy of making sure the terms, whether payment or otherwise, are made very clear up front... and typically not with subordiantes. I've never stuck a blade in someone for the reward of being allowed an audiance with anyone, I can't possibly do so now, I have a reputation to maintain after all. So if Lord Bahamut thinks we may be of use he can meet with us, if not, I suppose we'll just leave the way we came in." She turns to go, taking her time to be theatrical about it, of course.
Myung's brow raises a little at Vayne's flourish, but goes along with it - hoping dearly that the trio doesn't take offense - and turns to follow after a bow to the dragon with the garend. "Best of luck in your battle with the Bloodfangs." he says simply before pivoting about-face on his right-foot, still a bit sore on the other and taking a step away.
Nekura on the other hand seems to notice the attention from the one dragon put her way and soon she turns to wiggle her rump suggestively at him. More importantly though it gives her a chance to use her Equalizer on her male half and make it disappear for the time being so she's left a full-fledged female once more. Being in Rut when you're thinking about being rutted is distracting!
Simenio glances up and at the three dragons quickly before straightening himself up, his eyes still on the ground as he does so. Something... makes him pause though, his nose twitching a little bit. When everyone else goes to turn around, instead of turning around himself he... actually looks straight up at one of the dragons, the one with the garand to be exact, his head tilting to the side a bit as he mumbles, "You... s-seem... different.... Why...?" He seems to almost immediately regret this decision though, a blush coming to his cheeks before he turns around, once again hiding next to Vayne, though not in front of her. "S-sorry, I... I spoke out of l-line there.... Just... ignore the q-question... please...."
The Garand-weilding dragon quirks an eyebrow at Nekura, watching her motions. However, the armored dragoness reaches forward, and grabs Vayne by teh front of their coat, and hefting her up. "What did you call Lord Bahenmut?" She growled, her muzzle curling into a very threatening and agressive form. "Don't let these 4 leave this area!" She barks, turning away a moment from Vayne's face, and several more Shadow Dragon's step out, each armed with a single firearm of some time, the rhyme and reason for hte variety not really identifiable. But each one looks ready to be applied as weapons and devisces of death.
