Turf Troubles between Dragons and Wolves Part 3 - RPLOG
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Date
8/1/2016
Log
Vayne leads the group not towards the Bloodfangs territory out into neutral territory in order to loop around and come to the Bbloodfangs from a less hostile direction, after all it wouldn't do to be seen coming straight out of the enemies camp now would it. She looks to the others once they've left the dragons territory, scanning the surroundings to make sure there are noeavesdroppers.
Simenio follows, as always, just behind Vayne, his as as always more on his feet than anything else, though... now it may also have a lot to do with the fact that the orange cat... seemed to be quite distracted by the thoughts. It's a good thing he was traveling with others, otherwise he may have simply been aimlessly wandering around the city right now. After a moment he does pick up on the fact that they weren't really heading on a direct course to the wolves, and he glances up and around the area before quietly asking, "Uh... V-Vayne.... Why didn't we j-just... take a more... d-direct path towards those... Bloodfang f-fellows?"
Myung lingers a bit behind the other two, helping the addled Nekura along. His attention was likewise divided, casting frequent unnerved glances back in the direction they came from. "Moreover, what's the plan once we do find them..? This is going to look a little suspect." He looks over his shoulder at the shadow dragon on his back, then between the other two
Nnnng... Nekura hadn't been fucked that hard in such a short period of time since she took on those three alpha huskies a few years back. Though no longer mindbroke and a lot more coherent the dragoness still feels a lot of soreness down south. Luckily she's not leaking despite all the stuff the drake offered up!
The area around them was relatively quiet, for Fairhaven, though the radio's from teh agent's comm units chirped at them suddenly. "So, how'd the Dragons go? I'm noting that they're holding the streets they already have, and don't appear to be readying for an immediate attack. That your doing?" Came the voice of the feline that'd originally called out for the help.
Vayne Raises her paw to her ear piece, it's an entirely unneeded gesture but one that's become habit, probably from watching too many secret service style movies. "Negative, Agent." She responds with rolled eyes. "We haven't even seen the Dragons yet, I think they may be avoiding us." She gives the rest of the group an exasperated look as she blatently lies over the open com frequency. She Doesn't stop her scan of the area keeping alert as she speaks more softly addressing Simenio's question first. "Well we are leaving the Dragons territory, with a shadow dragon in our group and ostensibly with orders to kill the leader of the blood fangs. I figure it might serve our interests if they at least didn't know two of those things." She casts a side long glance towards Nekura still debating how to make the shadow dragon useful for the upcoming encounter. "So here's my roughly sketched plan: We go meet with Greg " she manages to quash her snicker but only barely "and I make him the same offer I made Lord Bahenmut. He gives us a better offer than Lord Cheapo did and I can take the contract to wipe the smug little grin off Dragon boys face. I'll make part of the payment that Greg has to sit down with their new leader and hammer out a reasonable peace agreement. We head back to Dragon land with a cantaloupe that Myung uses her illusion magic to make appear like Gregs head. We'll have to get him to rub and scent mark the cantaloupe of course. I trot the head up to Bahenmut, lay it in his lap personally, then tell him we got a better offer than some future favor and the intent to be made sex slaves, while I shove a poisoned dagger into his heart. " she flicks her wrist making said dagger appear out of some hidden wrist sheath or another. The blade twirls through her fingers in an ichor coated shimmer of steal before vanishing as quickly as it appeared. "We Chop his head off, tell Captain Hestis she's in charge now, or whoever the Dragons want to be in charge and that they better make a good faith effort to come to terms with the Bloodfangs or I'll personally come back and murder every leader they have until they end up with someone reasonable. Head back to bloodfang, collect our token fee, drinks are on me at the Rose. Sound like a plan?" She gives each of them an inquisitive look as she turns towards the Bloodfangs territory and begins traveling in the wolf beasts direction.
Simenio glances up to Vayne again, cocking his head to the side a little bit at her... response to the scout.... "I know th-the answer to her question was ob-obvious, but... are you sure it's a g-good idea to just... lie to th-the scout over comms like th-that?" No matter her response, he listens quite intently and even nods along as the plan is laid out for the party. After the tigress has finished speaking, he pauses, thinking for a few moments before... giving a nod along with a little bit of a shrug. "That... does s-seem pretty sound, I suppose.... But... there is al-always the possibility that the wolves ar-are... somehow less willing to n-negotiate than that dragon l-lord guy was.... Though that... does s-seem quite unlikely. In any c-case, hopefully we have an e-easier time getting into th-their home than we did g-getting into the dragon's."
Myung casts a quick look down at his comm and clears his throat, speaking up. "Just waiting for us to do their work for them, I guess. Hey, if it means they won't be throwing cars at each other for a while..." The coyote chuckles dryly, a hand drifting downwards to rub gingerly at his leg. He looks to Vayne and nods slightly in agreement, straightening his posture. "Sound plan, assuming the Bloodfangs are cooperative. If they aren't... well, this is going to go south fast." His eyes drift downwards, giving the pavement a long, pensive stare. "'Cause I'm not keen on collecting Bahenmut's generous reward. Can we really trust him not to just keep pushing to expand his territory even with the Bloodfangs out of the picture?"
Meanwhile Nekura seems to finally gain the ability to walk on her own after the pause to let Vayne answer the 'phone call' from their employer. For just getting penised by a size 12 dragon she's doing relatively well too though the kitty can't help suddenly imagining her in shibari wrapped up as a gift to the puppies to help make them more pliable to the negotiations. Probably doesn't help that 'Bahamut' seemed to be hinting at a similar idea when tossing her to them earlier.
"And I'm a bitch in heat. What are you guys doing?" the voice hisses over the comm, clearly not too happy about being lied to.
Vayne shrugs her shoulders. "I honestly don't know, but seeing as he's already told us he won't be sending us any help and therefore keeping him informed of anything isn't exactly critical, and there's the off chance the com traffic might be overheard either electronically or just by some wolf with really good ears hiding near our dear Scout, being cautious with communications seems like the more reasonable course of action. I'll apologize for lying to him next time I see him in person. " She sighs as they move into Bloodfang territory. "I doubt they could be any less hospitable than the Dragons, remember the Dragons blatantly admitted to starting this shit. Not that I'm against aggressive expansion but it does sort of cast them as the .. less neighborly party. I imagine the Wolves are going to be filled to the brim with righteous indignation at having been invaded, that might be tricky to deal with."
She raises her paw to her ear again. "We're heading to the Wolves to see if they are a more hospitable bunch. " she doesn't look particularly sheepish at being caught lying, though perhaps would have been happier if the scout had been a bit more subtle about figuring out the truth.
Vayne clicks the com back on after a moment. "And so sorry about the being in heat thing, how about after this you let me buy you a drink and we can get around to fixing that little problem."
Simenio throws a quick glance at Myung now, giving a shake of his head in response to the Coyote's questions. "I doubt we c-can trust Bahenmut at all, so... h-hopefully this all plays out w-well and we can get rid of h-him. If... everything g-goes according to Vayne's pl-plan, then... having him out of th-the picture will make things m-much better for everyone. As much as I... h-hate that we have to k-kill him...." He trails off at the end, frowing to himself a little as his eyes fall to his feet once more. His gaze doesn't linger there for long though, before he returns his attention to Vayne as the comms snap to life once more, his frown also having faded at this point. "I... see wh-why secrecy would be important, but... it's al-also probably quite important th-that the person who sent us out h-here knows what's going on," he then pauses, throwing another quick glance around the area before adding on, "And I h-hope that they're more willing to l-listen... I really don't w-want to be surrounded by ar-armed combatants again."
Myung snorts back a laugh despite himself at the banter between Vayne and the feline over the comm. His expression remains less than convinced as they cross over into the wolves' territory though, casting a nervous glance around the area. "Yeah, but being the lesser of two evils doesn't mean they won't have revenge on the brain... if they decide that the status quo isn't good enough, what then? Do we just start cracking heads until there's nobody left with an intact skull that still wants a fight?" He sighs and shrugs helplessly, shaking his head. "Guess we play it by hear and hope for the best."
Nekura is just happy being able to mostly walk normally again though she can't help itching at the mark on her butt 'Bahamut' left on it with his sword. She didn't even notice him putting it there earlier though that probably had to do with the whole 'size 12 cock vs. size 6 cunt' going on at the time.
"I'm not... It was a fucking... Nevermind. Just, let me know when you're doing talking with the Wolf Beasts and what your final plan is." the feline says, closing the commline, leaving the team of agents once more, effectively, on their own. The Wolf's terroritory is much as the Dragon's, though they're moving more in groups no smaller than 3. There also seems to be a lot less of them than dragons. But what they lack in numbers, they clearly make up in raw firepower. Which also explains why there had been a car launched. Some of the wolves are loaded down with either grenades, explosive devices, and there was one or two actual rocket launcher's amongst them. They also tend to have a more unified style of gearing, most of which look to have been raided from teh nearby SWAT postings. They still have a gang-like atmosphere, but they're more organized, more coherent in mentality than the Dragons were. They also seem to be eyeing Nekura a little apprehensively, not really showing anger or agression at the rest of hte Agents. Nearly all the wolf's you've seen are male. One walks over, and looks at you from behind the riot helm's faceplate, and pulls it off, letting his ears flick into a more comfortable state.
"Okay, so why do we ahve a tiger, a cat, a dingo, and a shadow dragoness walking into our terroritory when we're readying for a pretty big fight? With the fool of a 'Dragon Lord'?
Vayne shrugs again, "The Scout can't really help us, they said so themselves, so keeping them informed doesn't seem all that important. Either we succeed and present them with a fait a compli in which case they won't be too upset with us since the problem will have been solved or we get captured or killed in which case 'fuck'em. I'm not counting on a rescue party. " She looks over to Myung "They will probably be rip roaringly pissed, that's why part of the fee for taking out their problem will be that they have to grant amnesty to the remaining dragons and negotiate in good faith. While I have no moral issue with chopping off heads until I find a cool one willing to prevail, that 's just so much damn work." She sighs "And I'm not getting paid enough for that.. or actually Zephyr ain't payin me shit for any of this far as I know, and Pro bono murder isn't exactly a tax write off."
She stops talking once the wolves come within ear shot, striding confidently and casually along like there weren't rocket launchers being hoisted. She gives a soft whistle at all the hardware and the semi professional mannerisms of the wolves, that sort of organization speaks to unity and leadership, these puppies might be a tad harder to bully than the Dragons. The tigress stops a respectful distance from the challenging guard. She graces him with a roguish and friendly smile. "Wish I had a punch line for a set up that golden." She sighs theatrically "My name is Vayne and we've come to speak with fo Alpha Bloodfang about maybe being helpful in solving his little dragon problem. There are outside powers interested in maintaining the peace and they aren't exactly picky about how me and my colleagues her accomplish that." She looks around making polite and perhaps slightly flirtatious eye contact with the wolves. If they're that scant on ladys they might just be a tad more gracious to a female such as herself. "Oh and .. the dragons' a gift of sorts, figured the Pack leader might find it useful for...something." She says inclining her head towards Nekura.
Simenio gives a half-nod before pausing, his eyes flicking down to his feet once more before he gives a shrug and returns his gaze to Vayne again as he mumbles out, "I... s-see your point. Still... I don't th-think you should've l-lied to her." Like Vayne though, he... immediately shuts his mouth upon spotting the wolves... in fact, he even moves a little closer to Vayne. He doesn't seem... very at ease with being around armored wolves, who also just so happened to be carrying all sorts of explosive weaponry with them. His eyes go down to his feet once more, and all he offers to the guard that speaks to them is a slight wave, as well as a nod to confirm Vayne's words and a quiet introduction for the rest of their party, "I'm S-Simenio, the Coyote is Myung, and th-the dragon is Nekura. As Vayne s-said... we've come in hopes of r-reaching a peaceful solution."
The sheer amount of firepower present around them does little to put the coyote at ease, ears flattening a tad at being referred to as a dingo. He bites his tongue and leaves the negotiation to the pair of felines, though - though Vayne offering Nekura up gets an arched brow of 'wait, what?' out of him. He voices no dissent however, bowing his head a little on being introduced. "A solution one way or the other, at any rate." he adds.
Nekura is pretty good at looking the part of a present, too, given she's currently entirely naked aside from a set of hoop earrings and a necklace. The dragoness goes to move sort of behind Vayne, too, when the males all turn their attention and soon joins Simenion is looking at the ground though instead of fear she's playing the bashful part--again. It worked on 'Bahamut' after all.
"Right. So you're wanting to talk to Greg. Gimme a second to call him. Also, I'm guessing you lot are with Zephyr or the Prommies?" He says, before grabbing the radio mic on his armor. "Hey Greg. Got a group of folks asking to meet with ya. They got a Dragon with 'em." He says into it, listening for a few moments. "Well armed. Mostly well dressed. Yeah, make me think Agent as well. Would I let 'em in? Honestly, no. Will I? Most likely. Honestly the Dragon's got me nervous. They got too quiet the last half hour. They might have an idea." He talks, pausing every so often, indicating only half of teh conversation was being heard by those without being hooked into teh radio net these wolves were using. Looking at the Agents, he shrugs. "Greg'll see ya, if you'd be willing to disarm yourselves and accept having handcuff's put on. He would also prefer muzzles or duct tape to keep your mouth's shut in case, but if you're here to talk, he figured there wouldn't be much he could do to prevent you all from talking." He says, smiling.
Vayne frowns at Simenio's mention of a 'peaceful' solution, her tail flicking from side to side in a slightly irritated fashion. When she looks back to the guard her polite smile never falters but she gets a sinking sensation. She hated going up against professionals, they were just too damn gahorough and reasonable. "Yeah, we're representing Zephyr at the moment, though I'm more an independent contractor myself." She looks to the others. "As for handcuffs and disarmingfoI suppose if you think that'll help, but you either trust us to talk in good faith with a bunch of heavily armed wolves pointing SWAT weapons at us, or you don't. Hell you've got to know the "Dingo" back there canfoah never mind, She takes out her sawed off 10-gauge and holds it out along with the sword from her back, and a pair of daggers from her boots and then another pair of daggers from the inside of her boots then a pair of stiletto shives from her hips then another dagger from the sheath under the sword and finally a pair of throwing blades from her wrists. She makes a show of dropping each one (except the gun and sword) so they make an audible independent and time consuming clink. She does keep a dagger in her inner shirt sleeve and gets ready to roll the sheath around her arm if she's searched. "Greg, huh.. you wolves seem organized .. and smart.. but a tad informal. Where are the ladies, if I may ask?"
Simenio pauses, taking note of both Vayne and Myung's reaction to his statement as his eyes drift down to his feet once more and he adds on, "Well... as p-peaceful of a solution as p-possible, in any c-case...." As the guard speaks over comms, he simply shifts from one foot to the other for a little while, his eyes still... quite firmly locked onto his feet. That is until it is mentioned they'd be required to not only disarm, but also be handcuffed, at which point he glances up to Vayne and... actually frowns a bit once more. Once Vayne is finally finished up diarming herself, he reaches into his lab coat and roots around inside for a few moments before finally pulling out... nothing more than a single laser pistol and setting it down on the ground near Vayne's pile of weapons... he then holds out his hands, both of which were held close together, and mumbles, "That's th-the only weapon I have... other th-than maybe... my claws and s-such, but... I can't remove th-those...." He pauses, glancing about once more and... well, he still seems more afraid than anything, but... does decide to get a bit of flattery in there. "All of y-you do certainly seemed to have th-things in order... it's... kind of im-impressive, really."
Myung frowns deeply at the request... but follows suit, removing his utility belt and tossing it along with the numerous strange, debatably-danngerous implements attached to it. "... it's fragile." he mutters, slipping the guitar case off of his back and setting it on the ground at his feet with no small degree of hesitation. "I'll keep my teeth where they are, though, if it's all the same to you."
Meanwhile Nekura drops.. nothing. We did mention she was naked aside from a necklace and set of earrings neither of which happen to be even remotely pointy in a way that could cause harm. Though of course they might decide to search her other places for them instead! The dragoness wouldn't put up any fuss either way even when they go to put handcuffs on her though she can't help wishing it'd been some rope bindings. What? She's kinky damnit. If muzzled she doesn't put up a protest either though the ones involved with binding her are likely going to have some pants problems with her being in heat for the past three weeks. She's not sure if it sticking around even after 'Bahamut' plowed her is a good or bad thing yet. At least she manages to resist the urge to flap her wings subtly in an attempt to fan her need at them.. for now.
"That isn't any concern of yours miss Vayne. And more than a few of us used to be SWAT." The wolf says, having their gear inventoried, then leading them to the low building with a large garage attached. Likely used to be a autoshop before P-Day. Inside there's a more wolfs, most sleeping on cots, still a lot of males around. Entering an office space however, would throw off that view, as the female wolf beast behind teh counter was sitting there, fingers laced together as she waited for them to arrive.
"Here they are Greg. I'll be right outside if you need me." The wolf says, following his own words and closing the door behind him, leaving the four in the room alone with 'Greg'. What could be seen of her, didn't seem to give any indication as to why she was in charge, she didn't seem built like a tank, wasn't massive or imposing like Bahenmut, hell, if anything, she looked mildly bored right now. There was also a near mountian of paperwork in front of her.
Vayne doesn't seem perturbed by the response or lack there of she just shrugs. "Can't blame a girl for being curious." She follows along behind the unnamed guardsman and gets escorted into the office of "Greg" the Tigress looks up and gives the bureaucratic female wolf a professional and warm smile that promises not to be an utter waste of time. "HellofoGreg was it?" she waves with handcuffed paws. "My name is Vayne, this is Simenio, Myung and the walking fountain of draconic pheromones over there is Nekura. " she indicates each in turn with both paws since they are handcuffed together. " Sofofrom what we can tell your neighboring Shadowdragon tribe got either a new boss or the old boss has gone a little Connan the barbarian on you and decided to start a turf war so he can breed out a few dozen more dragons and then, most likely repeat said process. You and yours don't particularly like being driven out of your territory and are planning on .... disputing his property claim via rocket launcher and other assorted weaponry. And, of course, You're hoping me and mine here aren't going to cause you even more headaches and at the very least not get too much in your way, that about sum the situation up? " The tigress has moved up to the counter and leaned against it, her handcuffed paws on the counter top / edge in front of her as she looks at (and over) the female leader of the Wolf beasts.
Simenio continues to stick close to Vayne, even as they're handcuffed and led through more of the wolves' territory. When they do finally reach the office though he... cocks his head to the side a little at "Greg". After seeing so many males... he hadn't really expected this. After a brief moment, he straightens himself out again... in fact, a little grin even seems to have formed on his face. He seemed quite happy that their leader wasn't just a hulking brute and nothing more. When he is introduced, he gives a slight bow, his cuffed hands directly in front of him. "It's n-nice to speak with you, Gr-Greg. We'd... like to h-help... I think."
Myung's eyes drift around the office upon following behind the others. When he first gets a look at Greg, his brow creases, looking surprised. He shifts his cuffed hands against each other and lowers his voice, musing quietly to the others. "Different styles of leadership, I'll say that much..." He steps forward when named and bows forward slightly, glancing over to Simenio and nodding in agreement. "We'd rather save you a headache, if anything."
WEll this is awkward. Nekura was trying to ignore how well her tits were stuck forward from the handcuffs. Normally not a huge deal when you have clothing but when you don't, welp! The dragoness just peers over at the wolf girl in charge but doesn't bother saying anything. Well that seems to indicate why there aren't any females around aside from this single one. And now her mind is in the gutter thinking of all the boy wolves doing things to the singular girl one. Well, it was already pretty far so it's really just going deeper now.
'Greg' looks over the lot, and chuckles. "Oh, Fredrick was always a dumb fuck. He just happened to find a way to take over a gang for once. Anyways, pleasure to meet you all. And sorry for all the precautions, but rather wouldn't like to have armed Agents running around possibly disrupting things. Especially as half of our people are currently, indisposed right now." She says, shifting around in her seat, which reveals why she was behind a desk right now instead of on teh line with teh rest of her people. She was fairly along in pregnancy. "Fredrick, or as he likes to go by now, 'Bahenmut', realized we were most vulnerable right now, and picked this time of all to attack us, figuring we'd be all feral and out of our minds. If he'd done that a month ago, we might have been. Heat season is a fucking bitch. And I speak AS one." She says, smiling. "Anyways, Captain Greg North of the Fairhaven SWAT unit. Though I'm sure you've heard me called something else."
Vayne flicks her tail in bemusement. "Most organized bunch of ferals I've run across in some time. Pleasure to meet you Captain. " The tigress lowers her hands, idly sawing away at the plastic trying to weaken it if nothing else. Things are so much more dramatic when you can show people their precautions are useless against you, it does, however, help when that happens to be true, which currently it does not. The precautions seem to be doing quite well actually. "So half your people are down with a ragging case of pupp-itis and Fredrick is moving in while the women folk are indisposed?" She arches an eyebrow "and what's with the first name basis, I sense there's a history between the two of you that might prove important to what I'm going to offer you. "
Simenio glances back to Myung, letting out a short, quiet laugh and giving a nod at the first bit of what he says. He also nods at Vayne's first statement, and, after a moment of some shifting around, adds on, "You and y-your men and women... do d-definitely seem to have everything sorted out. And you s-seem... much more nice and w-welcoming then uh... Fredrick was." More flattery. It may not do much, but hey... at least he believed what he was saying. He then pauses, thinking for a brief moment before mumbling out, "Also... if y-you... don't mind me as-asking... the dragons refer to you as Bl-Bloodfang, right? Why uh... why d-do they call you th-that?" He... only half expected to have his question answered, especially considering actualy negotiation were about to begin.
Myung eases up significantly at the wolf's relatively amiable mannerisms, heaving an audible sigh of relief that this encounter was already off to a better start. "Barely managed to take over, from the looks of it..." he corrects, tensing a little at Simenio's mention of their meeting with the dragons - silently hoping that being plan B wouldn't be insulting to Greg.
Meanwhile Nekura ends up showing that there's one thing that can overpower her sluttiness; exposure to females who are already pregnant. Suddenly 'Greg' finds the dragoness trying to rub her cheek along the expanse of their belly. Not something someone who hasn't had kids and thus know the wonderful sensation that is warmth against strained skin.
"Oi. Hands off please." Greg says, pushing Nekura's hands away. "Anyways, yeah. I knew Fredrick. Guy got arrested a few times, and I lead the SWAT team that broke up a couple of his previous gang hideouts, back before this whole, mutation virus thingy started." She says, chuckling. "Yeah, earned the name on my way up. Last 'Alpha' of this pack before I turned it into a proper tribe, was a colossal dick. Tore off his dick, then ripped out his throat. With teeth. Hence, 'Bloodfang'. And hey, I hope to actually build up something. Hence why I work hard to keep us organized and functioning as we should be. As for 'barely' managed, I can believe it. Not the brightest bulb in the bunch. Only knows strong arming to take over."
Vayne smiles, she can't help but like the lady. Any bitch that tears off a rivals dick is a girl after her own heart. She sighs. "Alright so not friends, good. So here's the offer. I can kill Lord Bahenmut for a price. The price is yours to offer, it's a bidding thing you see, only fair to give both sides a chance. Normally I don't put my thumb on the scales but I like you, so I'll let you know the offer you gotta beat, and that great. I take freecreds, salvage, weaponry, promise of future favorsfowritten of course and general good will. I'm not exactly a Zephyr agent you see, like I told your boy outside, I'm and independent contractor. The Zephs wouldn't mind if we did this all peaceful like but they also don't care if we kill a few.. or a lot of people along the way. So make me a nominal offer and a promise to negotiate with their new leadership in good faith, and we can end this with as little innocent wolf or dragon blood being spilled." She casts a glance back at the door. "Wouldn't mind one of those RPG's and a half dozen rockets, you'd use up more than that on a frontal assault anyway so consider it conservation of ammo if nothing else." She glances lazily back at Greg. "Hope being a former cop, doesn't turn you off of modern realities, if it helps I probably prosecuted a few of your cases back in the day."
Simenio does take notice of Myung's reaction to his mention of the dragons... even if it was slight. It... takes him a moment, but... eventually he seems to realize something, and when he does... his cheeks suddenly begin to turn a rather deep shade of crimson. In fact it... seems like he was about to simply return to hiding behind Vayne... that is... until he hears Greg's reaction to his question, at which point he perks up a bit, glancing up at the wolf once more as the blush on his cheeks lightens... just a little. "That's... uh... w-wow.... Well... it's a good th-thing you're in charge, I think... you s-seem to be a good l-leader, or... at l-least... you being willing to listen to us s-so far has proven that, I th-think." With that said he goes quiet, simply letting Vayne handle the proper negotiations for now.
"Hell of a lot better than Fredrick, that's for sure... from what we've seen, if a power vacuum is created, someone is already in place to fill it in short order." Myung nods in agreement, tension easing up when Greg responds. "On average, they're probably going to be much more willing to work out a compromise with your people than current management." He lowers his head slightly and pipes down to let the two negotiate.
"I'm gonna guess. He planned to make you all slaves to his pack and claim dominion over you. Hell, I'd be more than happy to hand over the rockets if we could get some peace with the Dragons. I don't know how Fredrick managed to take over a pack like that, but however he did, it's only caused problems. Not just for us. We're the first group actually able to put the fight into a standstill he'd had. Been nearly half a year since that tribe of Dragons went on the war path. Didn't know why till we got hit." Greg says sighing. Easing back in the chair, she looked at the roof. "By the way, you can stop trying pretending to be cuffed still Miss Vayne. I was hearing teh digging of claw into plastic until the snap of the cuff."
Vayne raises her hands up to her chest, still pressed together, still looks nice and snuggly fitted, until of course she releases one of her thumb holds and the white plastic band falls downward dangingly from her other paw like something thin, white and flacid. She gives Greg a sheepish smile. "Eh.. didn't know how you'd take the whole, we've been hired to kill you, news. But you are right, Fredrick's ... offer was pretty much the privlage of becoming his breeding bitchs. So congratulations, you've won the bid. Only question remaining, is.. Do you have something like a cantalope, melon or other item roughly the size of your head?" The tigress inquires with a wicked little smirk playing across her muzzle.
Vayne looks around thoughtfully. "And a spare gernade?"
Simenio glances up once more, a small grin again on his muzzle. Things had gone... rather nicely. And... negotiations were brief, at least. He shifts around in place a bit when Vayne is called out on the fact that she was no longer cuffed, but... his grin does also grow... just a tiny bit. "Well, it's... a r-rather nice change of pace to h-hear that you're so willing to l-listen to try and f-find peace, Greg. If you c-couldn't already guess... things with th-the dragons... didn't go nearly th-this smoothly." Upon hearing Vayne question his own little grin grows a bit more sheepish, and he gives a slight nod. "It's a st-strange request, I know, but... we d-do need one."
Myung nods to the wolf. "Good guess. Needless to say, we didn't exactly walk in here expecting that you'd be offering less." The coyote cracks a sly grin at the mention of a grenade, forming a rough idea of Vayne's plan. "We'd just as soon take out Frederick directly instead of going in guns blazing, y'see. Better for future negotiations."
Nekura ends up moving over and clinging to Myung's legs meanwhile after the mean ol' doggy pushes her away from her attempts to nuzzle their stomach.
"'Fraid not. Haven't exactly got a farming program up yet. Aint' managed to find anyone with some know how on that, and any material that may have been on it seems to have been eaten away." Greg says, shrugging. "That said, why the fruit and a grenade. Planning on blowing up the bastard?"
Vayne rolls her shoulder. "He wants your head, figure why not give it to him. I can probably find something along the way, only need the gernade, and thats more for show and style than absolute neccesity, but imagine how well his predacessor will be disposed towards you if the last thing ol Freddie boy sees is your face, and every one sees your face blow him to kingdom come. I imagine when you sit down at the negotiating table that impression will be worth a something, of only the expressions on their faces. Myung here will need to study your lovely Cabasa.." makes a motion around her own head." for a few moments. And I plan on stabbing him, slicing him, then blowing him up, then taking his head off, then burning the body, and possibly drop kicking his head out of the bubble, just to be sure." She walks over and gives Nekura's dragony head a gentle and comfort inducing pet. "Also when we leave, give us a head start and then have your boys go ape shit, howeling mad and chase us. You know, really sell the thing."
Simenio gives another nod as Vayne goes over her plan once more, but... he does... start to frown again, now that it has only be reiterated to him that... they are going to need to kill someone.... He shuffles around in place a little more, his own eyes drifting down to his feet for a brief moment before he's able to... well, shrug of his worries, for now at least, and... just like that, the frown disappears in place of his usual... more nervous expression. He also stiffens up a bit at the mention of being chased, especially by a lot of canines, but... it takes him just a brief moment to relax. That part would be fake, at least.
"Would look a tad suspicious if we were to simply waltz on out of here undeterred with your head in tow." Myung agrees absently, taking a step closer and leaning from side to side, studying Greg's features intently. He squints and glances back at Vayne. "In theory, we could just use an explosive. I can handle the texture." While not a particularly violent fellow by nature, Myung meanwhile displayed quite a bit of enthusiasm for the prospect of blowing the dragonlord up, tail wagging happily now. One way or another, the reptile had really struck a nerve with the coyote.
"I see. Well, we COULD get you about 5 pounds of unused plastic explosives. Would that work?" Greg says, grinning now, her own tail wagging. "And while I know I shouldn't be happy to be this blood thirsty about killing Fredrick, this whole fighting deal is more of a headache and trouble for both of us than it's worth. Besides, putting him in jail then watching him walk for 5 years has made me more than a little jaded of the legal system."
Vayne blanches "f.five.. pounds.. uh.. yeah if you hot the detinators for it t..that'd be fine." She composes herself and returns the blood thirsty smile as she fingers the bullet hanging from the chain around her neck. "As for the former legal system, you're preaching to the choir. Like I said.. former prosecutor." She nods to Myung "I think we can make do with the platique.. and I figured this is the exact sort of ruse that would make the Coyote sit up an howel in laughter. Him being one of the more.. blood thirsty of the trickster gods." she continues to Pet Nekura "Sorry we couldn't find a way to work you getting laid into the plan, Nekura. But .. well we could, but you really wouldn't like where we'd put the platic explosives." She smirks and then nods to Greg. "Well I suppose we should be about it, we'll take the bomb mold it and when we're done be make a break for it and you can call release the hounds on us.. so to speak."
Vayne adds after a moment. "Oh and we need your scent on it, if you don't mind."
Simenio stands up straight once more, looking... quite ready to leave. That is... until he looks down at his hands once more, realizing that... everyone other than Vayne was still bound... and they also didn't have any of there equipment.... Still, he looks about as ready to leave as one could considering the party's current state. He thinks for a brief moment before mumbling out, "This is... d-definitely going to be something. In the en-end though... I'm glad that we'll be br-bringing this to... an end... in ab-about as peaceful of a w-way as one could."
Myung lets out a wheezy snicker and licks his chops, beaming wide. "Ye-esss, I do believe five pounds of plastic explosive wound do juuuust fine." He clears his throat and puts on a halfway-professional look of composure on, taking a step back to rejoin the others. "I think it's... poetic. The best tricks are." After a pause, he looks over at Simenio and remarks, "Better to make a big mess out of one person who deserves it than dozens who don't."
Nekura just puffycheeks up at Vayne when she mentions hiding the dynamite somewhere else. Of course she couldn't really care less though the dragoness wouldn't admit she was way more interested in the one they got in trouble back at the dragon area earlier anyways.
"Alright then." Greg says, turning to pick up the radio receiver hidden on the desk under the paperwork. "Hey Edward, need 5 pounds of plastique. Gonna be giving teh Dragon's leader a lovely gift." She says into it, getting a 'Roger Sir' back. "I don't really believe in God, or even the idea of there being gods and goddesses, but hell, you get this one problem off our backs, and I'll praise whatever damned diety'll listen." Greg states grinning.
After cutting their bonds, and returning thier items, the Wolf outside the room left, leaving the lot alone when teh plastique arrived. 5 1-lb bricks were in the wolf that brought them's hands, and he looked unsurprised as he handed them to Greg. "Took a bit of checking, but got the 5 pounds you wanted. Plus detonator." He says, handing over the cap and trigger to Greg, before nodding to the Agent's present as he left. "Alright then. We got our 'gift', got our firing device... All we need is a sculpture and a properly prepared cover.
Vayne takes back her weaponry with a wink to Edward and sets about reinserting her blades in various places. the endevor acually takes a coulple minutes, after which she carves off about half a pound of the c4 and begins molding it by hand into a thin cup shapped item into which she empties two of her 10 gauge shot gun shell's pellets. She sets the brik up on its side and presses the cup into the center smoothing it over with her dagger. "Any chance that detonator can be rigged to fire via com unit, because I don't want to be anywhere near this thing when it needs to go off."
Vayne slides her dagger away, for a chick dressed like a pirate, she certainly has a certain flare with the technology.
Simenio gets another little smile on his lips as the bonds are cut, and he seems... more than a bit relieved to have his laser pistol back, which he quickly stashes away in his lab coat once more. He blinks at the explosives, his eyes... widening just a little bit as he realizes exactly how much damage could be done with all of that.... He relaxes just a little once more though, as Vayne takes... not too much of it. For the most part though, he simply takes a step back and lets those who know what they're doing handle preparing the dangerous explosives. "I'd... pr-prefer not to be nearby too... that all l-looks... quite deadly...."
Myung rubs at his wrists once his hands are freed, then smirks at Greg and tips a nonexistent hat to her. "I'll pass your regards along to Coyote then." He wastes no time in getting his precious instrument back over his shoulder and retrieving his things, cracking his knuckles and turning his gaze to the explosives, idly running his hands over his belt to take inventory on the variety of gadgets clipped to it while he watched Vayne sculpt, wincing a little at the mental image of the damage that shot could do. "Yeah, I third that notion. Hopefully he doesn't insist on another lapwarmer while he celebrates." The canine laughs dryly.
Not that Nekura had anything to hand over to start so she mostly just enjoys having her paws undone and goes to eye the explosive(s) warily. If there's one thing that a mutant can't really regenerate from it's being exploded into giblets like in one of those vidya games.
