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2020-06-10 - Salutations and Snacks.

2020-06-14T17:27:29Z

Wolfmaster97: Created page with "{{Logsummary| Title = Salutations and Snacks |Summary = Silversight and Vergil Madox are hunting for snacks as they run into Rayne. |Who = Rayne, Vergil Madox,..."

{{Logsummary|
Title = Salutations and Snacks
|Summary = Silversight and Vergil Madox are hunting for snacks as they run into Rayne.
|Who = [[Rayne]], [[Vergil Madox]], [[Silversight]],
|Date = June 10th, 2020.
|Where = S-mart.
|Log=

It's the S-Mart! Where you can find just about ANYTHING available for sale! And today, Rayne is hunting down a specific item, an item that will help her with her forced vacation. Oh, she still looks exhausted. She still looks like she could quite possibly cry at a moments notice. She's being silent, not greeting anyone... then again, there's no one she's passing so far that she personally knows, so why would she? So she simply is making her way to the hair care aisle, leaning heavily onto the handle of her shopping cart.

SilverSight wanders his way into the marketplace in search of simple foods that can be stored in the safety of the Library whenever he need something to snack on. He doesn't have a fridge in there though, so they have to be non-perishable. The pony looks decidedly.. unusual compared to how he normally appears though. It looks like Silver has been hitting steroids or something and looks huge! He's very muscular and is making sure to walk carefully through the isles, levitating a basket along with him.

Vergil Madox is of course bonded with the pony, giving the rather unnaturally buff look. able to speak into silver's mind. "So crumbly food gets crumbs in the carpet and more moist things like apples can drip on the book, we need somthing thats a good middle ground. you are an herbivore correct?" he asks to make sure. he means normally, bonded like this he could eat anything they wanted.

Rayne walks right past the isle that Silver is in, then backs up and looks again. What the? She's fairly certain this is the same pony that she's seen a number of times in the Usual and out and about elsewhere, but he looks completely jacked now. The rainbow-haired woman raises an eyebrow as she looks, now wondering just how out of it she's been.

SilverSight responds back to Vergil mentally to no look like a crazy pony chatting to himself, <Well primarily yes, but I am capable of eating small amounts of meat as well. You can't always be too picky in the Wasteland, so food is sometimes whatever you-> Conversation is broken off when he sees the police captain staring at him. Granted a number of people have stopped and stared along his way, but this one he knows! A careful hoof wave is given, "Hello! Haven't seen you around in a bit, Rayne. How are you?"

Vergil Madox is silent as to let silver focus. "If you need me to move I can." he quickly states as he makes sure to note this new person, Rayne, rainbow-haired female human, most normal thing he's seen yet!

Rayne blinks and suddenly realizes she was staring. "Oh! Uh... been better. And... I've, uh, been busy. It's why you haven't seen me in a while. I think." Did she just hear another voice come from Silver? Maybe he was on the phone. Or whatever he called that phone-like device.

Vergil Madox apologizes, "excuse me for a second." the pony's near hulk like muscle dissipates as a puddle of orange goo slides out from underhoof and reforms into a human, full color of course, black hair, pale complexion, brown eyes and a voice with an unmistakable British tonal. Shorts and a T-shirt on a lithe 5'9" form. "Greetings and salutations, Sorry for the unusual show, Virgil Madox at your service." he says extending a hand.

Rayne actually jumps back as the muscle detaches, then warily looks as the blob becomes human. Visually, at least. She looks down even more warily at the extended hand and, for the thousandth time, wonders why so many people want to have that kind of close physical contact the first time they meet here. No, she doesn't take it, instead offering a kind of informal salute. "Uhhh... hi. Rayne Hurris. Don't take it personally." The last is said with a look again at Vergil's hand.

Vergil Madox does not seem to take it poorly, in fact as soon as he sees the salute there is a quick one of his own. "None taken. Ms Hurris. a pleasure to meet you. I'm relatively new, about a month or so in. give or take." he does know, exactly how long he's been here down to the second but no one other than him cares about the specifics that much. "Good to see a human again, one of only two so far."

SilverSight wiggles and nickers when Vergil detaches from him and he gives a small cough, setting his basket down for the moment to reorient himself in his regular body, "Always feels weird when he gets out like that.."

Rayne blinks in confusion. "How have you missed all the... hundreds of human citizens?" If she were actually fully human, she might have assumed he meant mundane humans. She'd not put it past Twisted to put that many people that only /look/ human in the city. Maybe he meant actually meeting and talking to?

Vergil Madox looks to silver "sorry, its the best I can do." he says "I'm still striving for better but until I figure it out." he says before turning back to rayne. "I may have had meetings with lions and spent many many nights in the library reading. I've gone through about an 8th of his collection by this point." he states. "I am sure there are more out there, I come from a place where humans are the majority of the population so its what I know. you're somewhat like a good look back at home, save for the hair but it looks good." he says.

SilverSight reaches a hoof up to give Vergil a gentle nudge, "This guy himself is a bit of a shapeshifter. He normally looks like a blob of orange goo. He's capable of bonding his mass with another person's body and reshaping them in various ways. It's how he gets his sustenance, instead of eating food or the like.

Rayne asks, "'His'?" before glancing upward. "It's actually a sign I'm not fully human," she says of her hair, then glances behind her. Nope, just so happens there's no other customers in sight. "I'd say humans, or at least mostly human-looking people, are still a majority here. Not by much, but..." She tilts her head slightly, then nods at what Silver says. She more or less saw that for herself, though the mention of it being how Vergil gets his sustenance gets another blink of surprise from her.

Vergil Madox holds up a single finger. "not completely true, I can eat like anyone else, however that makes me gain mass and then I can't be a convincing human. how many 300 pound humans have you seen, not many." he states. "I am what one calls a symbiote. I work with a person's body, if silver and you were willing I could bond with him and show off a minor amount." he says. "otherwise you've seen a bit of what I can do just from when you saw him just earlier."

SilverSight chuckles softly and nods, "Yeah, he can change his mass into seemingly any kind of body part attached to me. I can have huge muscles, giant hooves, who knows what else."

Rayne decides not to comment on how many 300 pound humans she's seen, though her quick side glance with narrowed eyes at that mention suggests it might not be as low as Vergil is thinking. "I don't see why you'd need my permission. But yeah, I've gotten a bit of a jist. I think." She looks back to Silver and stares for a split second as she thinks of some other things, then quickly shakes her head to get that image out of her head. "Right. Who knows? It'd suck to have three hundred pounds of extra weight, though, wouldn't it?"

Vergil Madox notes "considering I can increase muscle mass, and overall body proportions it could feel natural or even more likely it could make things easier," he says. "It is not my first time modifying body mass." he states. "anything you want to try as to show off silver?"

SilverSight shakes his head, "Well I don't have anything specific in mind, though I may have to suggest that showing such things off here in the middle of the store might be a bad idea. We wouldn't want to scare off the other customers or anything."

Rayne raises an eyebrow slightly, then shrugs. "Well, you know you better than I do." She glances at SilverSight, then opens her mouth... but whatever it was she was going to say is lost. Or rather, she changes her mind. She was very close to going back into 'Chief of Police' mode with not wanting to scare other customers, but no. Not on the job. Doctor's orders. "Eh. I've got a decent imagination. Unless you really do just want to show off for some reason." She's also in no rush. The store is 24 hours, after all.

Vergil Madox shrugs. "you are likely right." he says. "I am always open for questions, I believe in free exchange of information." he states. "I won't pry into your life as I can simply tell you're blood sugar is low, your sleep quotient is lacking and your stress hormones are high enough that any canine could smell it from across the store."

SilverSight blinkblinks at Vergil for that one, "I was unaware that you could tell that kind of information about people." Another light nudge to Vergil, "Also it might be considered rude to just say that kind of stuff out loud."

Rayne shrugs. She's been in Twisted long enough that she pretty much just rolls with anything about people. "Low blood sugar? Maybe I should get some chocolate while I'm here." There is not even a remote attempt to deny anything about the sleep quotient or stress hormones. She's read the papers. Her... incident isn't exactly a secret, so she doesn't seem as off-put as Silver seems to think she might have been. The rainbow-haired woman glances to the side, towards the hair care aisle. Her answer to not being that public figure for the duration of her exile... no, 'vacation' is there.

Vergil Madox notes. "mostly humans, spent enough time where there are visible signs of some things like sleep." he says. he won't tell her what to eat though, not his prerogative." his hair shifts, the short hair with soft spikes seems to shift to a similar rainbow patern as Rayne. "feel slightly more at home I hope?"

SilverSight shakes his head with a smile and looks around the aisle they're in to see about getting what he came for himself. Simple snacks for the pantry. He'll have to see about acquiring something to cook and store food with too. Microwave, little fridge, etc. The library currently lacks such things.

Rayne watches the hair color change and frowns. "...Not... really? I'm the only one with my hair pattern that I've met." She pauses, then corrects herself with, "Well, until I came here. Other phoenixes have completely different hair." Truth be told, she just feels patronized.

Vergil Madox sighs. "my apologies, I am still getting used to whether or not attempting to look like one of someone from their plane of existence is a good idea." he states. I am sorry if I have offended." he says reverting it to the midnight black he had it.

SilverSight soon has a moderately full basket of goodies, "Perhaps you should read up some books on etiquette and the like next? Maybe some self-help books on social graces."

Rayne shakes her head. "I'm unusual in my home universe, too. Phoenixes are... extremely rare to begin with." It sounds like she's not really offended. She glances at Silver and wonders if she should look up those books herself. No, no, she'll always be this awkward. At least in the foreseeable future. Maybe one day she'll be back to her... decades ago self.

Vergil Madox wonders "phoenix, like the bird of myth, able to rise from their own ashes?" he asks. "or is it more of a metaphorical or symbolic thing?" he asks. he's glad to not have offended, that is never his intention, if it was it would be much more obvious.

SilverSight is a pony from a world of ponies (among other critters, including rare phoenixes). So he's pretty common back there. "I don't think I would want to test such a theory on phoenix rebirth myself. Could be hazardous to one's health."

Rayne shrugs. "No, you pretty much got it on the first." She looks to Silver a moment and says, "Yeah, best not done indoors. A lot of fire is involved." She glances to the side again. "I should probably get moving, though. It was nice meeting you, uh, Vergil was it? Good seeing you again, Silver." Ponies seem to have easier names to remember.

Vergil Madox nods "yes, Virgil, maybe we will see each other again." he nods. "ready to get back to work Silver?"

SilverSight nods to the female humanoid, "Have a good day, Rayne. Get some rest when you can." Then a nod back to Vergil, "Yup. There's still plenty of food to get while we're here."

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2020-05-15 - Not Quite Human

2020-05-16T23:11:54Z

Wolfmaster97: Created page with "{{Logsummary| Title = Not Quite Human |Summary = Vergil and Jack meet for the first time. |Who = Jack Hawksmoor, Vergil Madox |Date = May 15th, 2020. |Where..."

{{Logsummary|
Title = Not Quite Human
|Summary = Vergil and Jack meet for the first time.
|Who = [[Jack Hawksmoor]], [[Vergil Madox]]
|Date = May 15th, 2020.
|Where = Twisted Street and Park Ave.
|Log=

Vergil Madox is wandering the streets, he's been quite busy learning more new things about this world and was on his way back to the library, but of course its not twisted without meeting someone on the way back, though neither of them know it yet. the ooze is currently in human form, 5'9, black hair, brown eyes, very thin build and very casual short clothing. he whistles a toon to himself as a small bit of himself, in the form of an orange chunk about the size of a tennis ball flies through the air as he tosses it to himself and catches it.

Coming wandering across the bridge is a somewhat scruffy and almost disreputable looking man. Well, he's not wearing shoes, which is generally considered disreputable-looking in most quarters. He is wearing a slightly battered, clearly off-the-rack suit with pants legs that are a few inches too short, and a t-shirt rather than a button-down underneath. The clothing (and lack of shoes) is what makes him stand out. Otherwise? He's a rather ordinary-looking brunette.

Vergil Madox tilts his head at the man, he looks almost homeless... which is a good thing for vergil, those folks know plenty of secrets. he waves to Jack his brittish accent coming through as always. "ello! how are you?" he asks. "great day is it not?" he asks as he approaches. "wouldnt happen to be able to spare a second or two would ya?"

"Depends on what you need." He might look shabby, but as Vergil approaches...he doesn't have that faint lingering musty smell of a man who almost never showers. He seems just that bit too *clean* to be homeless. Maybe it's a look?

Look or not he's already engaged. "Relatively new, came in about two weeks ago. was wondering if you knew more about this place." he says. "I'm interested in new information.' the orange ball seems to disapear when vergil squeezes it as it does litterally meld into his hand and adds back to his mass. He then holds out his hand "Vergil Madox. Pleasure to make your aquaintance."

Jack Hawksmoor ahs, then reaches to shake hands. "Jack Hawksmoor. I can probably help you out." There's the slightest hint of a smile, faintly crooked, and perhaps a glint of red in his eyes. Or perhaps a trick of the light. "What kind of things were you looking to know?

Vergil Madox smiles "anything you happen to know is likely new, so have at it. I will of course awnser your questions in return for your information. I happen to beleive in fair trade even among those who do not expect it." he states as Vergil searches for that glint again quietly, though there's somthing of an oddity that Vergil's hand is somewhat cold to the touch. neither person are as human as they seem.

Jack Hawksmoor laughs a bit at that...his own hand might also be a little cold. "Ah, but how do I know where to start? So, do you at least know you're in Mabase City?"

Vergil Madox nods "I have been told where I am and that this place is an interdimentional hub, I've learned its called maebase and thats more or less it." he admits. he's learned more about where people came from then where he is at this point.

Jack Hawksmoor nods. "And a hub that's a lot easier to enter than to leave. Everything kind of goes downhill to here," Jack muses. "Bottom of the pit, ya know."

Vergil Madox muses on the information. "well if we are at the bottom there is only one direction from here." he smiles optimistically. "what is it that you do around here?"

Jack Hawksmoor shakes his head. "Up ain't easy." He doesn't answer the other question. "And last time people tried too hard they rewrote the local geography."

"Are you telling me?" Vergil asks "that the reason why there are uneven edges is that it is the byproduct of attempting to return to the original dimention?" he asks "If so that does put us in a spot of bother." he admits. "You have been here for a while?"

"Nah, it had something to do with messing with escape portals and screwing up. Before my time, thankfully. Point is, ya don't mess with portals." Jack's lips quirked. "Few months."

Vergil Madox nodded. "not much longer than me apparently." he nods. "excuse me for saying but you don't seem like the people I know from my world, there is an air of somthing differnt."

Jack Hawksmoor shrugs a bit. "I'm kind of unique," he admits. "But in any case, there are ways out of here, certain stable portals, but they probably won't lead to where you were."

Vergil Madox notes "no need to hide it, I am less than normal myself." he admits "yes, it is unlikely considering the number of portals to deal with." he says. "I think I will be fine to stay for a century or so before attempting anything rash."

"Less than?" Jack says with sudden amusement, turning his gaze on the man with studied curiosity, likely looking for what might be unusual about him.

Vergil Madox nods "a huge understatement I understand." he admits. "regardless it seems to be a way to interact that is more well taken than any other I have attempted." Vergil states "is your visage simply a mask of your true self?"

Jack Hawksmoor considers that. "Nah, this is the face I was born with." Pretty much no changes there. "Such as it is."

Vergil Madox nods "I am a shapeshifter." he admits. "saying it here is much less of an issue than my home I have found. a nice change of pace." he admits.

Jack Hawksmoor ahs a bit at that. "Not the first one I've met, likely not the last either."

Vergil Madox shrugs. "well, is there anything else you can tell me about this place?"

Jack Hawksmoor hrms. "Laws are about what they normally are, if you really want to beat on somebody use the arena. Don't fall off the edge?"

Vergil Madox chuckles, "all seem like sound advice though I am not the violent type. i avoid violence if possible." he states. "with as many abilities as I have I can afford to take the chance."

Jack Hawksmoor nods. "Oh, me too, although if I have to resort to it I'm pretty good at it. I'd rather solve mysteries."

Vergil Madox nods "Good to see a fellow informationalist." he says. "those who uncover life's mysteries are well rewarded with a fufilling life"

Jack Hawksmoor shrugs. "Half the time they're not life's mysteries, if you know what I mean. Thankfully..."

Vergil Madox nods from side to side. "understandable. I beleive if I am to make it to the library at a decent time I will need to be going." he mentions

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2020-05-09 - Visions of the future

2020-05-16T23:07:23Z

Wolfmaster97: Created page with "{{Logsummary| Title = Visions of the Future |Summary = Kimba is shown how bonding feels. Both seem to enjoy it! |Who = Kimba, Vergil Madox |Date = May 9th, 2..."

{{Logsummary|
Title = Visions of the Future
|Summary = Kimba is shown how bonding feels. Both seem to enjoy it!
|Who = [[Kimba]], [[Vergil Madox]]
|Date = May 9th, 2020.
|Where = Nowhereto Park.
|Log=

Vergil Madox is wandering along as per usual, getting his head out of the books once more as he wanders the park. he's encountered a lot already out here, he wonders what else could be found. though he is not too obvious as a goo, he looks human, gaunt, 5'9 black hair, hazel eyes, gaunt and thin build with very casual clothes.

There is a lion in the park!, more specifically, seems the white lion is testing, climbing on it, and then letting gravity take him forward to the ground. He seems popular with the kids,until parents notice the wild beast and begin to try pulling the boys away from the white lion, much to the displeasure of the white fluffy beast.

Vergil Madox chuckles do not worry mam, Kimba here is a nice person, very kind and gentle soul." he says. to which Kimba might remember the voice if the form is less than familiar to the lion. he ruffles Kimba's mane a little. "good to see you again my friend, enjoying yourself?"

Kimba tilts his head to the left and tilts his head at the greeting, smiling a bit, "Oh, hey Vergil." he replies, purring into the ruffling, "I'm doing ok, exploring this park a bit." he says, still sitting at the bottom of the slide.

Vergil Madox sits down next to him. "so you're starting to find some enjoyable things in this world?" he asks "I hope so, would hate for an existence to be anything but nice." he says pacifist and good guy at heart. "Would you like to take a stroll?" he asks "lots of this park to discover."

Kimba chuckles a bit, "well, just trying to find good things in here, it is quite different from home, and even from... the only other town I have been, at least there they got used to me, "Still is a bit annoying people run away from me like that." he chuckles. "I'm sure it'lll just be a matter of time." he gets up and stretches a bit, "A stroll sounds good." he adds, "You are quite nice."

Vergil Madox nods "thanks." he says "you've been able to eat right? found something that agrees?" he asks. he stands and waves the lion on holding his wrists behind him as he walks with the lion, a regal air in his smile. "I agree, people should be more understanding, allow you to at least introduce yourself.' he says "oh, did you consider my offer?"

Kimba chuckles a bit, "Been trying to eat some hotdogs, and heard of a restaurant that tends to accept most folks, so been eating some meat that way." he says, padding a bit faster after Vergil, tail flicking, "I am curious, just never did anything like that before."

Vergil Madox nods. "would you like to give it a try? no harm in saying no." he states. "might make our walk more interesting." he says "I will need to put my mass somewhere however."

Kimba looks around for a moment, hoping people were not staring at them, "Put it where?" he mumbles, blinking a bit, unsure what that entailed, "I mean we can try of course."

Vergil looks to the lion. "anywhere you want, bigger muscles, larger mane, fat, growth. I can do a great deal with ease." he says "so name your choice, or I have a number of things I do on a whim." he says. "its relatively easy if you want to stop and try." he says pausing in his steps.

Kimba blinks a bit and pauses as well, looking back at the 'human' for a few moments, "Really? like what?" he asks, rather curious now, "I mean... bigger and with a proper mane... and stronger sounds nice." he muses, looking down at his forepaws. "Feels like I have been a cub forever already."

Vergil Madox nods. "with our combined mass I could make you look fully mature." he nods. "is that what you wish?" he asks kneeling beside the lion considering it seems that Kimba is very interested. "I warn you it will only last as long as I am bonded with you." two bonds in a week, he's getting alot of nice energy off of folks recently.

Kimba tilts his head a bit and rubs his snout with a forepaw, "Sure, that would be fine." he says softly.

Vergil Madox melts down into an orange goo. "please step near me and I will get to work." he states. the goo actually creating a small hole in the middle of themselves for the lion to step.

Kimba goes still for a moment, it's always a bit creepy to see something melt like that, and he leans to sniff at the goo one more time, before hesitantly raising one paw, placing it in the 'dry' spot,and carefully moving to sit inside of it.

The goo that is vergil wraps itself around the lion's paws and begins to soak in, at the meantime the lion would feel his neck feel a bit heavier as his minor mane visibly grows out into a full lucious ruff, even going a bit bigger than what a normal lion should have for compensation. the lion feeling an odd stretching feeling all over as his body begins to grow.

Kimba certainly feels kind of weird, squirming gently as the goos eems to soak into his fur, letting out a soft growl as his form... stretches? he looks at himself... or tries to, gasping and trying to turn around, feeling the changes.

Kimba would find their body bulking out a little, thicker chest, legs, neck. as well as the world itself just seeming to be a bit smaller than it once was as he grows another almost 5 inches. his voice shifting a bit lower as well to finish the look, a large adult white lion stands where the adolescent once stood.

Kimba seems to be mostly in shock, looking around, not quite understanding why everything looks a bit off until he moves closer to any reflective surface for a full image of himself, stretching a bit, admiring his now larger paw and nibblin on it, "This is amazing!" he mumbles, moving a paw to brush at his new mane.

Vergil Madox speaks, Kimba hearing Vergil like an inner voice. "Glad you approve." Kimba's mane is amazing, soft and rather large compared to the lion it's on. he though does look amazing and like an adult, even maybe a bit bigger than average. "of course I can do a variety of things if so wished."

Kimba is certainly pleased, he brushes the mane a bit more and grooms his face a few times, stretching a bit and simply enjoying his newfound size, he even trots around, ears flickering a bit at the voice, nodding, "Oh? like what?" he asks quietly, realizing he didn't need to speak up.

Vergil Madox states "well many things, I could revert you to even younger of a cub if you wanted, change the color of your fur, make certain parts of you bigger or smaller, make you stronger or weaker, if you think it, I can probably do it."

Kimba nods faintly, hopefully it can be sensed, "Sounds really cool" he agrees, chuckling a bit, "I think this is nice enough." he muses as he stretches a bit and marches to the shade under a tree.

The large lion is there and feels wonderful. Vergil enjoying Kimba's discovery. "it is, in fact I was wondering if you would consider more silly changes like making your head larger, I hear it is cute on feral creatures such as yourself." he states. random factoids and all.

Kimba chuckles a bit, "I will pass on that, I think I like how this looks... I am not sure having a giant head might be the best, at least until I learn more about what people like."

Vergil Madox will leave it be then. "just remember it's not permenant."

"When I go I'll have to take my mass with me but... if you promise me something I might be able to let you keep your mane." he says.

Kimba smiles and tilts his head, "Don't worry about my mane, I prefer to grow it on my own, when the time comes." the young lion offers, "But, I'll be happy to help you in any case."

Vergil Madox nods "I was only trying to assist. but that is fine. Is there anything else you would like to see or shall we simply continue our conversation." he says being more or less a passenger like this if he's not manipulating his mass around.

Kimba smiles, "I can't figure of anything else to ask, this is more than enough as it is, what kidn of favor did you need?, or rather... what kind of promise? just out of curiosity.". The lion settles under the tree to talk more with his friend and just enjoy the unique situation.

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2020-05-02 - A New Experience

2020-05-03T17:50:24Z

Wolfmaster97: Created page with "{{Logsummary| Title = A New Experience |Summary = Vergil explains and uses his bonding ability on SilverSight |Who = Vergil Madox, Silversight, |Date = May 2..."

{{Logsummary|
Title = A New Experience
|Summary = Vergil explains and uses his bonding ability on SilverSight
|Who = [[Vergil Madox]], [[Silversight]],
|Date = May 2nd, 2020.
|Where = Maebase library.
|Log=

Vergil Madox has come back to the library once more. feeling a bit tired, which is unusual for his species. which is why the ochaziss is actually crawling in his orange blob form under the door instead of as a human going through. he starts undulating towards another shelf, a good book or 7 is what he needs to relax he thinks.

SilverSight seems to be working with the main reception computer today. Possibly entering in various book information and the like. Though he's not using the keyboard or mouse it seems. His horn is glowing and his eyes are looking all about the screen.. and sometimes something only maybe even he can see?

Vergil Madox gathers a few tomes on his "back" before depositing them on a table. "good evening silver." vergil ripples. "how are you this evening, I hope you don't mind but I let myself in." he states, a small pseudopod lifting a cover on a book entitled "Almanac of Ferocious Beasts of Pandora by Sir Hammerlocke" just one of many in the stack he plans on going through tonight.

SilverSight blinks a few times and looks over the counter to the orange gloopie holding books, "Oh, hello again Vergil. It's quite alright. The library is open to everyone at just about any time. I haven't posted official hours yet after all, Find some good things to read?"

Vergil Madox nods a pseudopod. "indeed. I have and your collection has as of right now been quite a good read as of so far having gone through ten of your books already." he says "I'm doing 7 over the next hour because I'm a bit tired." he says "which is unusual." he says "though it's likely because I have not bonded or eaten in a long while. probably a month." he muses

SilverSight ooohs and nods, "Well that's.. actually pretty impressive even compared to my own records." He tilts his head curiously at the last bit, "Well what do you normally eat then? Anything a regular human or pony may eat or do you have a special diet?"

Vergil Madox ripples "I can eat just about anything but I don't like to, adds to my mass and makes being smaller creatures much more difficult and getting rid of that mass is a painful procedure so... rather not but I will if this keeps up, I prefer my bonding. much more efficient but I shouldnt expect anyone to take me up on that for qutie a while." the blob says seeming to cover the book as a page turns every other second.

SilverSight watches the book pages flick so rapidly. Even he doesn't read that fast! Clearly the orange one should have the book cutie mark, "Hmm. Well many people seem to have some issue with ending up fat, yet hate exercising to work it off. I was actually relatively malnourished before I ended up in Neo Tokyo." He rubs a hoof under his chin, "What's this.. bonding procedure like?"

Vergil Madox ripples once more "there is no way for me to get rid of mass without literally destroying it which means... essentially the equivalent of you taking a slice out of you. it's not fun in the slightest." he states. he is flipping through them quite quickly but his absolutely perfect memory means he only has to skim the pages essentially to remember the entire book by heart. he can recite Shakespeare if that means anything. "this is the part I kept secret. I am a symbiote. that means I work with other organisms for a common benefit. I can give them some of my powers, the shape-changing, my memories, an improvement to theirs, for the price of some of their metabolism, in the end you feel tired for a night, wake up refreshed, I get another solid month of alertness."

SilverSight could probably shoot a nice beam of disintegration magic at a big that the blob has broken off for the purpose of reducing mass, but he has a feeling the guy wouldn't go for it. He listens carefully to the bonding process and hmms, "Curious. Can't say I've ever met a symbiote like that before. Do you connect to the other person's nervous system somehow?"

Vergil Madox would still feel it, he can break himself into many pieces and feel every bit so unless disintegration magic is painless. likely not. "I do, I absorb through the skin and have some things of my own and also bond to your body. Are you simply curious or weighing the options of offering?"

SilverSight does have doubts that it would be painless, sadly. At least everyone he's shot at seemed to be quite unhappy as they turned into a pile of glowing pink dust. A small shrug is given, "Well you say it'd just be.. what a day's worth of activity and a nice nap and you're good for a whole month. Not sure what I'd do with such abilities though."

Vergil Madox states. "well its about 5 now, if you go till about 11 with me I'll be set." he says coming down off the table undulating toward the desk. "anything you'd like I can modify your form, help you remember important things. even use your mind as your own personal movie theatre." he says "if you trust me that is. I can't hide inside you so I'll have to put my mass somewhere." he mentions.

SilverSight chuckles softly to that, "I don't think I need much in the way of modificiations and I honestly doubt that you would enjoy the movies that would play in MY head, assuming you get to watch them too. Where would your mass be going?"

Vergil Madox comes and climbs up the desk "anywhere you would like or I can choose a location or two." he says "all modifications are temporary, once I leave you will be back to how you were before I interacted with no ill effects other than maybe a bit of fatigue that will go away over time."

SilverSight reaches a hoof to gently pokepoke at the orange critter, "Well I guess I don't have any particular location in mind. I guess you could chill out on my back or something?"

Vergil Madox says "I'd have to become a part of you, which means adding over a hundred and fifty pounds to your back would both look and feel awkward I think. though if you trust me enough I have a few theories we can try. you must allow me in however, if you try to push me out you will succeed."

SilverSight chuckles softly, "I may not look it, but I do promise that we ponies are stronger than we look. Since you have more knowledge of the concept, I'm quite willing to listen to your ideas and theories."

Vergil Madox states. "if you want a more even layer I can add muscle or fat all over or grow you overall. if you dont mind more centralized weight I can grow out body parts like your hooves or belly." he states. "though any combination of them is possible as long as all my mass is accounted for."

SilverSight hmms and nods, "Alright.. that's fair I suppose. It would help carry such a weight if your mass was used to make me even stronger to handle it to begin with. An overall increase, with extra attention to the legs would probably be best so I don't end up unbalanced." A soft chuckle is given, "I might even end up looking like Big Macintosh."

Vergil Madox states "if you're ready then put your hoof on me and I'll absorb into you." he says

SilverSight stands up from the chair he's in and lifts a hoof on the table to poke into the jell-o mass once again.

The orange mass begins to disappear as it is absorbed into the pony's hoof and begins spreading a warmth and tightness entering the pony's body as the muscles begin to tense and grow, the soft shape of Silversight slowly becoming toned as each muscle group grows slightly larger bit by bit as more of vergil comes in.

SilverSight would probably wiggle fingers at the tingly sensation if he had any. ... maybe he can see what the big deal is with fingers now? He shifts on his hooves as he feels his body changing and getting a little bigger and stronger.

Vergil Madox continues pouring in as all 160 pounds of his body absorb into the pony. all 160 pounds of that being made into pure muscle turning the fairly average pony into a bodybuilder version of himself, thick neck, ripped haunches and forelegs, and deep chest. he was a beastly looking pony. "how is that?" Vergil asks, his voice seeming to come from every direction, echoing like a cave when in reality it was all in silver's head, Vergil was unable to be heard outside.

SilverSight meeps and wiggles ears at the sensation of the.. not even surround sound. Inner voice? He starts moving around curiously, seeing how the muscles flex as he moves and the deeep thumpthump on the floor with each hoofbeat, "Well now.. that sure as hell feels different."

silver has full control each of his muscles rippling, even this famed macintosh might have to stand aside for the new powerhouse. it is more like an inner voice really . "different good I hope." Vergil states. "I can of course readjust as needed, less in one area, more in another, or something different."

SilverSight shrugs giant shoulders, "Oh it's fine.. just taking some getting used to. Do you have any control of my body like this? Or do you just.. kinda hitch a ride?

Vergil Madox states "I only have control if you want me to, your body understands your desires. but if you don't want me to you have full control and yes, I'm merely a passenger." he says. "though I am able to change where my and your mass goes. if you wanted to get even more muscular I can shrink your overall size to add to your impressive build"

SilverSight goes for a walk around the library to get a feel for the size and shape, "You needn't worry about that. I was never terribly interested in trying to get any bigger than I already was, so this is plenty."

Silver would feel the power of his new form, athletic and strong, much like a stalion should and then some. his unnatural bulk showing quite well. he is a bit wider too. "simply mentioning the nearly infinite biological possibilities."

SilverSight finds a place to lay himself down and streeetch out to relax, "Mmrph.. I guess I make my own pillow now. You said you shared memories? Anything interesting to watch?"

Vergil Madox states. "It depends on what you find interesting." he admits. "are you enjoying your new bulk?"

SilverSight hmmms, "well I myself am a fan of the fantasy and sci-fi genres for the most part. The humanoids come up with some pretty interesting stuff that never occured to ponies of my timeline. And the muscles are fine. I feel a bit heavy, but that's to be expected and I can manage the extra weight."

Vergil Madox begins shifting. "I'm going to try somthing." he states as the pony's giant muscles fade, but his lower legs and hooves are growing by significant margins in return, the pony now back to normal but with giant hooves nearly as big as his own body. "well its not exactly a movie per-say, it plays memories like a movie. and allows you to be in a dream like coma with me using your mind and imagination as the basis. I do not suggest that for first time bonders however."

SilverSight... suddenly has giant hooves! Well that also feels quite strange. And yet he's somehow able to walk around with them.. modrately okay, "Huh.. Well if it helsp any, I'm well-practiced in the art of lucid dreaming and memory spells."

Vergil Madox seems impressed. "all that is, is basiccaly an induced lucid dream state. interesting, we may have to dig a bit deeper." he says. "another time perhaps. as you can see modification of your form is easy." he states.

SilverSight nodnods to that, "Very much so. I'm quite impressed that it doesn't cause any pain or physical damage. Do you create the additional tissues and bone structures to use?"

Vergil Madox confirms "yes, I do create new structures as long as they are organic." he state, or modifications of ones that already exist depending on what the change in question is." he states "I'm decent at my job here. and therefore I do not cause discompfort."

SilverSight hmms and nods, "Well that is quite nice, yes. I imagine that I'd be more entertaining for you if my imagination was all that great. It's part of why I enjoy reading so many books. New ideas and thoughts to be had."

Vergil Madox smiles internally. "well if you don't mind I'll keep you like this for the night and recharge, I very much thank you for the oportunity and your trust." he states. "You do not know how thankfull I am. should you need my service you know what I can do if need be." he says.

SilverSight chuckles softly, "I'm glad to be of assistance. I would like for my friends to be well-fed and healthy. As has been stated, at least I take no lasting damage for allowing you to temporarily share my body."

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2020-05-02 - A New Leaf

2020-05-03T17:42:25Z

Wolfmaster97: Created page with "{{Logsummary| Title = A New Leaf |Summary = Urus finds a place to make his own |Who = Urus, Rayne |Date = May 2nd, 2020. |Where = rotation room (twisted st..."

{{Logsummary|
Title = A New Leaf
|Summary = Urus finds a place to make his own
|Who = [[Urus]], [[Rayne]]
|Date = May 2nd, 2020.
|Where = rotation room (twisted street west).
|Log=

Urus Is walking down the Twisted street, the hyena sighs to himself with arms crossed behind his head, weapon drooped behind him as his tail keeps knocking into the magazine. Annoying but not annoying enough to fix it. this is the part of town that has not quite recovered from the whole thing rayne mentioned to him how there was this massive change, as such other than the s-mart, the few buildings that are here seem broken or abandoned. or maybe a mixture of two.

Rayne steps out of one of said broken buildings. Her face is already in her hand as she silently counts to ten before walking out. They called the police because of a rat that got into their building that is missing a wall. It was only taken seriously because the complaint was misinterpreted as a rat-/person/ invading their house. But no. Just a rat. Not even a special rat, like an ice rat or a space rat or a rat of unusual size. Sure, it was a /little/ big, but... well, it's a charred cinder, now. "If I were an actual exterminator, I would have been praised for being here this early," she mumbles. Of course no officers were in the area at the time and Rayne had to take care of it herself. Something about a standoff with an octopus riding a motorized unicycle. She finally looks up again and spots the hyenamorph. "Oh. Hey, Urus. How're things going?"

Urus waves not having heard the mumble. "still on duty hunh?" he shakes his head. " you really need to find a better job." he says. "then again who am I to talk? I dont have one yet." he says mumbling to himself about somthing now that he's remembered. "stupid health codes and their stupid hair nets..." he shakes his head out and smiles toothily to the captain. "I see not everything has bounced back yet."

Rayne laughs at a deadpan. "Ha ha ha." Find a better job? Rayne can't just leave the force like that. She tilts her head again slightly at the mention of hair nets, then pictures Urus just covered in a fine mesh. "Huh. Actually, I'm surprised those codes exist here." Hey, that kind of stuff isn't covered by the police department. She looks behind herself at the broken building and winces. "Uh. Yeah. I mean, no. Not everything quite fits right still. Despite Hawksmoor's efforts. Possibly because of Bishop's. Hard to say what that guy thinks. He may think this is more beautiful to keep some bits floating like this."

Urus nods. "having a guy covered in fur that could shed into a drink is apparently a 'dubious decision at best and an outright idiotic one at least.'" he states, he has a reason to not come wednesdays anymore but anyways! "Yeah, just around here taking in the sights, was almost thinking S-mart was my next option." he admits. as he looks to one building in particular, its brick and mortar from at least the front with some concrete outcropping from the left side. almost like some small warehouse or somthing its bones look in great condition from the outside but by the missing sign, the broken window and tattered flag of sum unknown nation flying from it. it looks delapidated and unused. "so... is everything in this area taken?" he asks cocking his head.

Rayne shrugs. "I've a friend that works there. If you do go that route, let Shirou know you're a friend of mine." She doesn't seem to look down at people that work there. Well, other than that one guy that seemed to be both hitting on her and talking down to her at the same time, somehow. But that was a personal dislike, not because of where he worked. She follows Urus' gaze over to the dilapidated building, then looks back to him again with a shrug. "You'd need to check records on that. But this area? Probably not. This close to the edge, especially on the west side, isn't exactly prime real estate."

Urus begins heading over. "well I'm gonna knock, if I dont get an awnser I'm going inside to check it out. you want to stick around in case it falls on me or you need to arrest me for tresspassing?" he says somewhat cheekily. he though does tap on the brick outside to see if it crumbles, supprisingly not a single milimeter out of line, promising. "Shirou... I'll keep them in mind." he admits.

Rayne says idly as she watches Urus walk over. "Red haired guy. I've heard there's another guy with a pretty similar name around with black hair, but I don't think he works at the S-mart, anyway."

Urus knocks hard on the door. "anyone in there?" he asks theres a good 10 second wait before reaching in to turn the knob through the broken window to let himself in." he waves rayne to follow him inside as he looks in the dark for the light switch, having difficulty.

Rayne follows up, herself pulling out her phone and looking over some things. Idley, she says, "What are you... oh. If there's power, you should back out again." Because if there's power, the electric bill is being paid. Rayne only follows to the door itself, however, not stepping inside.

Urus looks feels around. a click is heard as he flicks a switch on, nothing "well that

"well that is an interesting development. you mind lighting up the place for me?" he asks the pheonix being the only one with access to light between the two. though his dim light vision is good complete darkness is ehh at best.

Rayne holds up a finger as she continues looking through whatever it is on her phone. "...Drunkenly stepping off the edge. Huh." She then looks up at Urus. "Uh? Oh, sure." She now finally steps inside and holds out her non-phone-holding hand palm up, where she forms a ball of fire. Honestly, not really as good as a flashlight.

Urus gets it. "previous owner?" he asks the dim light that it gives is enough to see the place its pretty open, there's a counter a couple of tables and chairs. almost looks like an abandoned restaurant of some sort but all this open space could be used for anything else really. "promising, very promising." he states as he nods for them to continue behind the counter and into the back.

Rayne nods. "Apparently the rumor going around is that ghosts in this place killed him, but there actually was camera footage showing him stepping off the edge drunkenly later in the night that he was seen getting completely plastered at that 'Happy's' place." She shrugs again. "So because of the rumors, no one has tried to claim the place since..." She looks around the place and frowns, however. "Looks like it didn't stop people from looting the place, though. Just no one to report the thefts. If it can be called 'theft' in the first place." Not like people would steal tables. Tag them with graffiti? Sure. Just not bother to drag them out. "Whaaaat are you thinking?"

Urus smiles. "well, honestly I figure thats the way I want to go out." he jokes. "better than dying at the hands of some guy you thought you were gonna kill." he chuckles. "What I'm thinking.... is setting up a buisness..." he says. "I'm well aquainted with firearms, their maintainance and all, and maybe this is my calling, I just want to see what else is here. otherwise... it might be mine." he admits heading towards where the kitchen should be.

Rayne raises an eyebrow. "Drunk and falling into oblivion? Honestly, I'd figured you as more the 'blaze of glory' kind." She glances around, then nods. "Kinda figured, given your interest her and..." She tilts her head. "Gunshop? Yeah, that's way more fitting of you than my 'bartender' idea, isn't it?"

Urus nods "and if the concrete in the back is as thick as I think its a good stop for a range as well." he says "just came to me when I saw this place. think its got a chance?" he asks. "and if you need maintainance on your firearms in the police force I can do them at cost I bet, just for you." he says "and the fact I'll probably need a licence to become a gun dealer. bet thats a thing..."

Rayne shrugs. "For the most part, officers do it themselves. We've enough gun-nuts on the force that the know-how was already there, and that knowledge spread out. But thanks for the offer... Some officers might take you up on it." Rayne, of course, famously uses a magic bow instead, and only switches to her blaster pistol to use it on stun. "And I'm not so sure on the dealer license part. I don't think Mabase is very concerned about that kind of thing when it's possible someone can show up that can do the damage of a rocket launcher with just their mind."

Urus nods "you know that's fair. both of those." he admits. "sooo I need to contact someone about buying this place then I think." he admits "then if I do I have to come up with a name for it..." he says "the branding possibilities are endless really." he states

Rayne nods. "I think it's on one of the upper floors of the courthouse? Honestly, I'm not sure. I've not really looked into land ownership rights." She still lives in Integra Arms, after all, despite definitely having the money by now to have had an actual house somewhere. Her head does tilt slightly at that last part, though. "Branding possibilities? Looking at hiring an artist to make a cartoon caricature of yourself?"

Urus chuckles. "well there's a pun to be used somewhere I know it. I don't know what it is but there has to be some sort of glorious pun about me owning a gunshop or something." he says . "I'll definately check it out though courthouse, of course, that's where the paperwork is." he says. "you think though you would drop by on occasion though, hopefully for non-police reasons?"

Rayne shrugs before nodding. "Probably somewhere, yeah. You might need to get the help of someone with a punnier sense of humor than mine, though." She frowns and shakes her head at his hope, however, "You know I'm not a firearm person, Urus. Never have been, even if my father trained me up on them some."

Urus nods with a frown. "yeah, just hope that there's time somewhere to keep up after all this is said and done." he says. "Do care about you rayne, more than I care to admit." he says

Rayne shrugs. "If I have time now, I'm sure there'll be time later." She actually takes a light step backward in surprise at Urus admission, then glances away slightly. "Uh.... thanks." It just felt... odd coming from Urus.

Urus turns and nods as she does so "no problem." he says no, he's not good at this, yes he knows he is not her type. but he'll be damned if he doesnt at least make sure she's around to find the person who is. considering she's the only person he knows from back in the day.

Rayne clears her throat, then looks back towards the door. "Um, anyways. Yeah, I've got work to do. It was a call, not a patrol, that I was on. I've got to catch up on the inevitable reports on whatever's going on with that octopus."

Urus nods "yeah you should uhh probably go see to that. stay safe." he says
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2020-05-02 - The Goo Guard

2020-05-03T17:35:24Z

Wolfmaster97: Created page with "{{Logsummary| Title = The Goo Guard |Summary = Kimba and Vergil meet for the first time. |Who = Vergil Madox, Kimba, |Date = May 3rd, 2020. |Where = Nowher..."

{{Logsummary|
Title = The Goo Guard
|Summary = Kimba and Vergil meet for the first time.
|Who = [[Vergil Madox]], [[Kimba]],
|Date = May 3rd, 2020.
|Where = Nowhereto park.
|Log=

Vergil Madox is making his rounds as he's exploring the new world he's been given. At the moment the ooze has taken his human form, a 5'9 gaunt man, fair complexion, hazel eyes and black short hair, and even complete with a shirt and shorts, he's keeping the feet bare just because its easier and no one seems to complain. he though steers clear of the fountain.

There is a novelty in the park, a large white feline of some sort seems to be sitting under a tree and engaged in an argument of sorts with some Squirrels, likely some locals stay clear or take pictures of it while one can hear, "No, I'm a lion not a... what's a house cat?" he asks, listens to chittering noises, nods, and adds random questions like "Seen other animals?, ones that speak like me?". So far he seems a bit confused but polite, even if now and then he grumbles 'not a pet' at a particularly feisty animal, and gets bonked on the head with an acorn for his troubles.

Vergil pauses and looks, he's seen a lion before, but one thats sentient and talking. That's a different story. He approaches though falling to goop before forming up , four paws form, strong legs, full body tail and head complete with semi grown mane, possibly 'teenaged' if such a term existed for a lion, sort of like kimba themselves the best he could do with the mass he had tan and brown like those he knows. he comes up behind the lion and gives a quick tap with a forepaw, the british accent still there as always. "excuse me, hi there was just wandering by and saw you. I'm interested in meeting new and exciting people. I hope you happen to be one."

The white lion was busy protesting at the squirrel that threw a second acorn at him, "No... don't lash... don't get angry, count to ten..." he mumbles. In that state of eyes closed and deep breathing, he gets the tap!. He will forever deny the very cublike 'mew!' of surprise, and the jump, followed by squirrel chittering, likely laughs. The young lion blinks as he sees another lion next to him, round ears perked, sniffing the visitor for a moment and standing up on all fours, "Hi!" he calls, sounding rather cheerful, going as far as a friendly headbump as he greets the other, "I'm Kimba, pleased to see another lion around!" he says, "These squirrels insisted there weren't others in the area, one kept saying I was an oversized kitten or something."

Vergil Madox looks the part, but, there are a few signs he isnt what he seems, firstly, the scent is off. the lion's more impressive olfactory system can get the slightly rotted vegetation scent, also known as that freshly cut lawn scent instead of the lion he was assuming. humans can't pick up on it that well, but a lion isnt a human. On top of that the head bump is awkward as Vergil didnt expect it and on top of that he feels mildly cold to the touch. "Vergil, A pleasure and a privilege." he says "that's highly rude of them.' he states "You are obviously a lion, your mane says it all." he states.

Kimba tilts his head and sniffs a bit more, weird scent for a lion, "Are you ok? you seem cold." he offers, sitting on his haunches and nodding again, the topic turning to manes. He raises one paw to brush his rather short 'mane', "I know! I will be an adult lion soon!, but they claim I am making things up, they never seen a lion before." he grumbles, "And that one keeps attacking me with nuts, they are lucky I am the head of the lion guard and meant to keep the peace and help others." he mumbles, before seeming ot get sad as he thinks about it. "This is a weird place.. so many... humans is it?, never even knew of them until recently."

Vergil Madox nods "I am fine, though I will admit and I do not wish for you to be alarmed or distressed but I am not a lion, I am simply attempting to make you compfortable." he admits. he doesnt want to rock the boat too much, making enemies is a bad thing. "so you can speak to other animals, interesting, I find that highly amazing. Judging by your mane you will indeed be a very strong and handsome lion." he says extrapolating the look in his head. "humans, yes, that is what they are. I know many and most of them are good to be around."

Kimba blinks a bit at the admission, "You are not a lion? but you look like one!" he says, and even raises one paw to gently 'pat' the other lion gently, "And feel like one, that's amazing... never met anything that would copy others like that... sounds yes but..." he mumbles. He nods a few times, "Enemies are bad yes, I rather avoid making them as well, unless they are evil and try to harm others and I need to stop them." he mumbles. The comment on animals makes him smile, sharp teeth!, "It's common back home, we all speak there... animals here speak kind of funny, hard to understand at times..." he muses, tail swishing behind him. "I'm not from here, I just... ended up in this place... Twisted?" he mumbles, "It's interesting."

Vergil Madox nods, the lion seems cool so that's good. "I can do more than copy, I can make whole new things among other abilities with other creatures." he says. The mention of all the animals here talking weird would mean even animals have dialects and accents amazing! Yet another grand discovery. "I hear no one that is here comes from here. everyone is from another place." he says "well Kimba I would love to ask you a few questions about your world and yourself, and if you would like to return the favor and do the same I would be more than happy to reciprocate."

Kimba is more curious than anything, given the fake 'lion' is just speaking and doesn't seem to be trying anything shady or menacing!. He pokes the lion a few more times with his paw, gently of course, "That sounds really cool." he begins, eyes open wide as he seesm to consider the possibilities. The mentino of how most here are also 'visitors' gets him back to the topic, "Really?, I am kind of... a bit stuck, but hopefully I'll figure some way back." he says, "So lost people and stuff end in this city?" he asks softly, taking a step awayfrom the tree. "That sounds fair, happy to try to answer your questions at least."

Vergil Madox nods "thank you, I can give you a small taste if you would like or if you feel brave and adventurous I have never tried somthing with a feral framed creature such as yourself." he states. he doesnt seem to mind the pokes but he seems as real as any other, if you discount the lower than average temperature. "I am very new here myself but according to the person I met yesterday it does seem that anything from any place could end up here at some point in time." he states. "tell me more of this lion guard if you would."

Kimba nods a few times, "Sure, would love to learn more of that." he agrees, finally pulling his paw back to stop pestering his new friend. He settles on his rump and listensa bit, "I see, maybe that means there is a way back somewhere." he muses, rubbing his chin with one forepaw. The big white cat thinks for a moment, before realizing he was asked a question, "Oh, right, well, I live in the Pridelands, a large region ruled by lions, where lots of different animals live in peace and harmony." he begins, "I mean we still... eat meat and the defend themselves and stuff but, otherwise we mantain the peace and try to keep the lands safe." he adds. The lion turns a bit and points to a foreshoulder, to a black marking that looks like the head of a lion, "To help with that, one particular lion is picked to lead a special group, called the lion guard, to try to help animals in danger and keep the peace and even try to stop battles and stuff." he says, sounding excited, "A long time ago it used to be only lions but since a few generations ago, they realized everyone would potentially join it for their merits... my own guard is a mix of different animals." he mumbles. "Anyway... we just patrol the lands, answer to requests for help, deal with other animals trying to abuse the lands or invade us, stuff like that."

Vergil Madox nods "so you are in essence the law enforcement of your world, highly interesting." he admits. "its an interesting balance you attempt, and a very admirable one at that." he admires. "What is a creature in your world, I assume since lions are the same many others will be too." he states "your world sounds quite interesting I hope I can get the chance to come back to your world with you if only to visit, it sounds remarkable."

Kimba smiles a bit, "Well, there are all sorts of animals here, zebras, gators, meerkats, aardwolves..." he lists quite a few, "They are usually friendly, unless you end up scaring them I guess, especially the zebras.. I swear to the spirits of the elders, all they do is scream panic and run, and then work themselves into a stampede at anything." he says, chuckling a bit.

Vergil Madox nods the lion shrinks by an inch as a small puddle of goo emanates from his paw, bright orange until it begins forming up, small paws and short legs, a long body, forelegs, and the muzzled head, furred, standing bipedally before them is a meerkat. "so what do you think?" the meerkat states with the exact same voice the smiling lion does.

Kimba was still chuckling a bit about the zebras, so he only realizes something happened when he hears that, glancing back at the lion and the... meerkat?. He tilts his head and brings his snout closer, "Wait.. you made this?" he asks, "That's really cool!" he mumbles, looking over the small critter and raisin a paw to pet it, "Very nice!"

The meerkat is just as cold as the lion. "I did indeed." the meerkat says with Vergil's voice. "I'm glad you like it." the lion says with the exact same tone. "as long as its of a lesser or equal size I can manage. which is why I apeared to you as young as I look instead of like an adult." he admits. "this is only the tip of what I can manage though."

Kimba chuckles, "I like it, quite neat!." he says, sounding rather impressed

Vergil Madox nods with both bodies. "so are you brave enough to try something new, and see me without the fur?" he asks

Kimba tilts his head a bit and looks around for a moment, the mention of 'brave' causing the lion to sit up, puff his chest and try to look regal, "Of course."

Vergil Madox nods "if you're sure." as the lion and meerkat seem to lose definition and color soon turning bright orange as they quickly liquefy into a puddle of orange goo, thick and viscous like a good gravy but of course a lot more colorful. it does not look delicious.

Kimba doesn't seem particularly freaked out, but curious, snout moving closer, hovering over the weird puddle, fighting the instinct to actually poke or sniff or lick at it, appetizing or not.

Vergil Madox speaks as the puddle. the surface vibrates a bit. "this is what I really am. please do keep your mouth closed if at all possible if you wish to be this close." he asks politely

Kimba chuckles a bit as he steps back, "Sorry."

The puddle ripples as Vergil speaks. "I am known as an Ochaziis, like you are a lion, my people are symbiotes, that means we can connect and bond to people, which allows us to give our powers to others as well as other things." he says "would you like to try considering you seem to be an eager companion?"

Kimba tilts his head to the other side, he knows some of the words, "Is it dangerous?" he asks softly, "It sounds like something serious." he says softly.

Vergil creeps closer. "it is not dangerous, though for some it is odd. If you would like to try we can, otherwise we can not, anything I do is easily reversible."

Kimba nods a bit, seeming a bit nervous and looking around once again, "Well, maybe we can try it then, on a spot without so many people looking around at me?" he asks, chuckling. "It sounds cool." he adds, stretching a bit, "need to rest for a bit first."

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2020-05-01 - Great Minds Think Alike

2020-05-01T20:11:36Z

Wolfmaster97: Created page with "{{Logsummary| Title = Great Minds Think Alike |Summary = Vergil Madox converges! ooc added for minor context and lols |Who = Vergil Madox, SilverSight |Date..."

{{Logsummary|
Title = Great Minds Think Alike
|Summary = Vergil Madox converges! ooc added for minor context and lols
|Who = [[Vergil Madox]], [[SilverSight]]
|Date = May 1st, 2020.
|Where = Maebase library.
|Log=

Twisted Public Library - Foyer
Stepping in from the courtyard, you are promptly greeted by the smell of old books and a large desk set between two staircases which lead up to the second floor. The lobby around you has a few chairs set up in circles for reading to children; not that anyone has tried to do this in quite a while. Everything seems to be covered in a thin layer of dust. Behind the desk is a locked door leading to a private area only accessible on the first floor. Strange.

[OOC] Vergil Madox says, "hey thanks"
[OOC] SilverSight is helpful!
[OOC] Vergil Madox says, "if you set yourself up in the library just doing pony things, I'll drop in"

SilverSight proceeds to be doing pony thing in the library! This involves him trotting around and looking to make sure it's been cleaned up (ignore he current desc, he's been working on the place for week) properly. Then it'll be time to make sure the books are in the proper places on the shelves. He's had a few patrons lately and he want to make sure they put things back where they belong.

As silver is working a small hole in reality seems to form about 3 feet off the ground and no bigger than a basketball in size. the edge is nearly imperceptible as the pony likely understands a convergence when he sees one. to which he gets to see an entire pile of orange goop flies out at breakneck speeds straight into a nearby bookcase splattering all 160 pounds of neon orange goo all over it.

SilverSight's ears twitch at the sadly familiar sound of some unpleasant reality warp occuring nearby. He just had one of these a little bit ago! He pulls his magic gun and hunts for this new possible threat, just seeing the sphere of nothingness before some massive mess flies out into his books! He seems unhappy about this, "What the hell is it THIS time?"

The hole disapears to which the orange goo slides down. "sorry bout that. don't worry, I won't hurt you!" It says with an undeniable British accent upon seeing the gun. the majority of the goo splats to the floor before the mass begins to climb up on its self and shift color, feet, legs, a body, arms, a head, all forming one by one from the orange ooze. it looks human with hazel eyes, a shirt and shorts with some sneakers. "sorry about the mess, I'll clean myself up, if I could bother you for what borough I happen to be in that would be excelent" he says

SilverSight isn't entiiirely surprised to hear a voice, though the goop forming itself into a humanoid, especially one with clothes, is a bit new. At least he doesn't point the pistol at the being anymore, but still keeps it out, "erm.. you're in the Mabase City library. Which I've been spending most of my time trying to straighten up, so I'll be quite happy when all that orange stuff isn't all over my books."

The humanoid nods "Incredibly sorry about that, I'll get the rest of myself off your books for you." he says wiping a hand over the leftover globs and collecting them, they seemingly disappear as the human seems to grow another inch or two. "Mabase, never heard of it." he admits. "Though if you could tell me I wouldn't be against it." he says with a smile. the human-looking rather normal, its almost impossible to tell this came from a goo a few seconds ago.

SilverSight feels most surprised by the politeness of this individual. He hasn't heard such except for some tv shows, "Well that may depend on how much you know about the multiverse and the many different worlds out there. Mabase seems to be a focal point for just about any kind of person, creature, or even some landscape and architecture to show up from any given reality."

Vergil Madox looks interested and nods. "I can't say I'm too well acquainted." he says "Though I guess I will need to soon." he says. "Judging by your lack of surprise about me I am guessing you've seen humans before?" he asks the quadraped. "So many things end up here." he reiterates attempting to get things straight.

SilverSight puts his magically held pistol back in the holster and nods, "Well.. none that can apparently turn into orange jell-o and reshape themselves later, but yes. I'm the only pony here in Mabase that I'm aware of, though not the only non-human either." He moves closer to inspect the shelves and books, seeming to be content, "Thanks for cleaning yourself up. I only just got this place in serviceable condition."

Vergil Madox nods "Ahh, so I'm the only of my kind here, well that makes this infinitely more exciting." he states. "If you are alone as well would it be preferable to talk to someone of your own kind?" he asks the shelf is perfectly fine, in fact where the goop hit is especially clean.

SilverSight tilts his head curiously at such a comment, "Ah, so I take it you're a shapeshifter of sorts then? That would explain your ability. You're welcome to appear however you like, good sir."

Vergil Madox falls apart into a puddle for half a second before beginning to reform thick hooves, white body with an orange mane and tail looking similar to silver in build and facial features, though not exact, he tries not to be exact as he knows people freak out at a copycat. "If it's more comfortable for you then I will do it. Changing is no issue for me." he states.

SilverSight is fairly 'average' for male ponies so it's not that big a deal to see someone similar. It's not like he's Commander Macintosh size or the like. He looks over the new 'pony' curiously, reaching to gently poke at body and mane, perhaps checking on the stability of the form, "A very curious ability indeed.. is the orange substace your natural form?"

Vergil Madox nods "It is, its my body as it pertains to my neutral state. Though reorganizing myself is not too difficult." he states "I can make myself anything organic." he says. the poke is fine and silver would feel solid flesh as if poking a legitimate person. only a little give but otherwise pretty solid. "there are other things but that information tends to make people wary so I won't divulge that just yet."

SilverSight seems satisfied and he steps back with a smile, "Well you're welcome to keep your secrets for now. I would too if I ended up in a new place with strangers." He rubs under his chin, "Which I've done so twice now.."

Vergil Madox cocks his head "Twice?" he asks "So what just happened to me happened to you as well?" he asks which makes him even more interested in this world, if he gets back the colony is going to ADORE all this information he'll gather.

SilverSight sits back on his haunches with a grumble, "Yes, twice. My homeland is known as the Equestrian Wasteland, thanks to the long-standing effects of a war two hundred years ago. Long story short, I was trying to disarm a magical bomb and failed. I tried to teleport away from the blast, but the magic apparently supercharged my spell and I ended up in a place called Neo Tokyo. Another multi-world focal point similar to Mabase. Then I later ended up here and have no means to go back to either location." A small shrug is given, "Not that I'd want to go back to my homeland, but I have friends and a nice home in NT. It sucks to lose them."

Vergil Madox nods "I see, that does sound like a rather unfortunate set of circumstances. I hope things turn around a bit for you." he says laying a forehoof on sliver's shoulder. "I'm sorry for my rudeness." He says standing on four hooves again. "My name is Vergil, Vergil Madox it is a pleasure and a privilege to make your acquaintance."

SilverSight smiles, "It's getting better here at least. I have a library after all and I have yet to detect rudeness from you other than the temporary mess." He magically adjusts his glasses, "My name is Silver Sight. It's nice to meet you, Vergil. It's good to make new friends."

Vergil Madox nods "A library, would it be ok if I stuck around for a bit and perused your collection?" he asks highly interested. "I promise each and everyone will return where I found it." he states apparently understanding the need for cleanliness as well as well as the fact that books are important.

SilverSight motions a hoof out to the selection of books, "Feel free to explore! There's selections of books about pretty much anything you can think of, from all over the multiverse apparently."

Vergil smiles and nods "Thanks don't mind if I do. I'm quite the avid reader." he states. "Been known to read a book or two a day on some of my more busy weeks," he states. "If you require any assistance that I may be able to help with I am more than happy to do so for the opportunity to have access to your collection."

SilverSight chuckles softly, "I'm quite the reader myself. You may or may not be aware, but ponies such as myself almost always come with what we call a 'special talent'. Some activity that we happen to be exceptionally good at." He shifts his labcoat to expose his flank and the open book on him, "Mine's all about speed reading and retaining the information."

Vergil Madox smiles and nods though looks curiously and closely at the mark. "interesting. All of your people have one of these marks and a subsequent ability?" he asks as he though smiles. "you sound like you would make a great teacher and information gatherer." He says, thought the statement has a bit of reverence to it as if such a position were highly sought after or royal in some capacity. Silver would then notice a picture of a small orange puddle appearing on Vergil's haunch, if he is going to do a form he may as well do it properly.

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2020-04-24 - A New Direction

2020-04-25T04:13:45Z

Wolfmaster97: Created page with "{{Logsummary| Title = A new Direction |Summary = Urus, Rayne, and Jack discuss some important news and Urus' possible occupations. |Who = Urus, Rayne, Jack H..."

{{Logsummary|
Title = A new Direction
|Summary = Urus, Rayne, and Jack discuss some important news and Urus' possible occupations.
|Who = [[Urus]], [[Rayne]], [[Jack Hawksmoor]],
|Date = April 24th, 2020.
|Where = Truth fountain.
|Log=

Urus is kneeling behind one of the parked squad cars his 5 shot rifle in hand, any second now Rayne will be coming out from the station, he's going irons, due to the uselessness of the scope at any effective range that came with it. he doesn't have any spare ammo, he won't need it. he's been actually sitting out here for the last 30 minutes.

And indeed, Rayne does soon step out. Later than perhaps expected... because of course something came up that had Rayne staying late. Something ALWAYS comes up. But now she's free, and she steps bleary-eyed out of the precinct with a coffee mug in hand. 'Mondays? You say that like I have a weekend,' it says on it. But yes, it's currently filled with coffee, based on the steam coming out of it.

The hyena shoves the rifle into his shoulder and aims carefully. Urus settles in, aims, a little higher for distance, exhales, and fires. The little orange dart flying straight and true and smacking the cheif in the back of the shoulder, had that been a real round, probably would have killed her or at the least wounded her signifcantly, but as a foam dart it does no damage and bounces off without more than a solid tap. The hyena stands up after that shaking his head. "you really should be more alert these days."

Jack Hawksmoor comes sauntering out of the cop shop a bit behind Rayne, perhaps delayed by the same thing. Just in time to see the hyena prank the police chief. If he could eat, he'd sure as heck be looking for popcorn right now.

Rayne feels the dart hit her shoulder, reacting with... a slight jerk of said shoulder. It's definitely a reaction rather than transferred momentum. The foam dart of course just bounced off the leather, not to mention the cat that the motion was a split-second /after/ the 'impact'. She looks down at the dart on the ground, then over at Urus. Before she can say anything, however, a much older looking man leans his head out of the aforementioned parked squad car and says, "Ha! He got ya."

Rayne looks, if anything, more annoyed at the older man than at Urus. "Captain, don't you have anything better to do?"

"Nah. I've got another five minutes on my break." Cosgrove holds up his cup of coffee and doughnut in emphasis. The man takes everything about being a police officer more seriously than he appears to to the casual eye. Including his breaks.

Rayne just sighs at this, shaking her head before finally being able to address Urus. "Yeah. Probably." She doesn't look angry. It was just a foam dart, after all. She does look mildly annoyed, however. A look that hasn't been directed at Urus since he was working closely with TASK. Granted, she does give that look to a lot more people in general, now that she's in charge. "Is this supposed to be a lesson you're trying to teach me, or..."

"That your lack of alertness could get you killed if someone with more devious intentions than I were here..." Urus says in response pausing for a second. "Yes." he replies with a nod. "past that I was wondering if there were any bad guys that were vulnerable to foam darts I could kill off for you." he jokes. "still looking for somthing to pay the bills."

Rayne sighs and facepalms. "Urus, I'm already amazed I've not been killed in the times when I /was/ more alert. I know I'm not the not the most alert person in the city." She motions towards the hyenamorph with her coffee mug as if pointing at him. "I know you have more actual combat experience than I do, but I'm not a soldier anymore. I'm an administrator." Her tone of voice drops slightly at that last word. She then looks at the dart gun before shaking her head. "No. That living water puddle spent its time locked in a sponge and has been a model citizen ever since we wrung it out. I'm actually kind of proud of it for reforming itself." She sips her coffee before adding, "Pun not intended." Wait, she was serious?

Urus nods "you mind if we take a walk then?" he says. "would hate for somthing to happen to you for real." he states. picking up his dart on the way by and holding the nerf gun by its carrying handle. he gives her a weird look, living water puddle... just when he thought that he had the place figured out another realization slaps him upside the head. "it was meant as a joke anyway."

Jack Hawksmoor shakes his head. He finally wanders over. "Living water puddle? I haven't met that one yet." His tone is faintly amused. No, he's not mocking Rayne. Out loud.

Rayne shrugs on the mention of taking a walk. "Don't out of worry for me. I'll point out that I /am/ a phoenix, if you recall." She looks between the two. "I know it was, Urus. But it's something that actually came up once. And it was about a year before your time, Detective. I think it got out just a month before you joined?" Apparently the living puddle prefers the 'it' pronoun, because Rayne generally finds it just easier to refer to beings by their preferred pronoun unless she's specifically trying to antagonize someone. And even rarely then.

Urus shakes his head. the weirdness this world has is endless. he nods out toward twisted street. "Come on, got somthing to which you should probably know." he sighs. "you might as well join detective, in case somthing goes horribly wrong at some point... knowing me it will." Urus states. "It doesnt matter if your a godess. I dont want to see you get hurt, permenantly or not." he states. Theres a bit of care in his gaze toward the phoenix that she would know is not given to anyone else still here.

Jack Hawksmoor ahs. "Got out." He makes a wry face. "So, what are we up to, or..." He glances between Urus and Rayne; he's neither blind nor stupid...something's going on there.

Rayne looks at Urus for a moment before letting out a tired sounding sigh. "All right, all right." She tenses up at being referred to as a 'goddess', however. "I am /not/ a goddess. /Please/ do not lump me in with that self-aggrandizing lot. I'm just a person with some powers, that's all." She raises an eyebrow at the look he gives her, though. Not a look she's really used to seeing him give. Then again, she never saw him around Marina. She glances at Jack, then shrugs again. "Right. Well. Lead on, I guess," she says before taking a long drink of her coffee.

Urus does not walk quickly or far, just enough though that there should be no one nosy getting information they dont deserve. "I say that only as a way to say just because you can regenerate doesnt mean I want anything bad to happen." he states before dropping that particular subject. theres definately a history between the cheif and the currently bounty hunter Jack could easily tell that. "so this has to do... with my medical tests. Johann was nice enough to help me with those."

Jack Hawksmoor ahs. "Can he be trusted? I'm *still* looking for a biochemist to help me with something," Jack says, a little wryly.

Rayne lets out a slightly exasperated sigh and nods. Yeah, she saw this coming. "Ah. That. Yeah. And with things going as heavy as they are here, I think I can guess what the results were." Actually, she overheard him more or less saying it when those... particularly disgusting creatures showed up in the park. She's not going to say that, though. She figures actually saying it to her will help Urus cope with it. She does shoot Jack a look with a raised eyebrow, though. "Johann? He's the best doctor I'm aware of in this place."

Urus nods "he seems to be a straight shooter figuratively." he says "so if you have somthing medical related go to him." Urus says he sighs. "My blood test came back positive with a virus, not unlike an STD, that has the coding inside it that made me what I am now." he sighs. "and seeing as I'm known for getting myself in trouble, I know that somewhere down the line you may have to deal with the aftermath of somthing stupid I do, and so..." he sighs. "any questions?"

Jack Hawksmoor nods. "I'll try and track him down."

Rayne nods with a grimace. "I was more or less afraid of that. So biological fluids have to be swapped, then, so to speak? Well... it's not like it's the first disease that had to be treated with that kind of caution for spreading." She's... attempting to make the situation a little lighter. "And I don't think so, no. Other than, I can trust you'll tell me if you think there might be a case of someone else getting infected, right?"

Urus nods. "I will unless I am unable to do so." he says "probably the easiest way is if someone gets my blood in their mouth. I dont know how far it can spread. if normal humans are the only ones at risk or if enhanced humans like you are also suseptable." he says. "Its no walk in the park. its somthing that I dont wish on anyone. I just figured you might need to know. or want to.. take your pick."

Jack Hawksmoor listens to the two, venturing nothing for now. He's making a lot of mental notes, though.

Rayne continues walking along and nods. "Yeah, your tendency to get into that kind of trouble /does/ make it a little more likely to happen than most people. And you do yourself a disservice. It could get into their open wound, too." Yeah, a little bit of a bit too dry humor there. "And... yes, it's kind of a need to know thing. A known possible threat that we might have to deal with if the wrong person gets away with it in their blood. I'd suggest carrying something to cauterize your wounds with if you think you might be going into battle, by the way. And a medical bracelet of some sort? That's a thing, right?" She looks between the two for confirmation on that last one, never having needed anything like that before. Medical testing is advanced enough in her home universe that her incompatibility with that one anesthetic that doesn't exist here would be found before it was applied, after all. Right? Right. She lets out a huff of air, then nods. "But thanks for letting me... /us/ know." No, she doesn't mean herself and Jack specifically. She means the Police Department as a whole.

Jack Hawksmoor finally speaks, "It does sound like important information." After a moment. "I doubt very much the virus can do anything to *me*."

Urus sighs, he hadnt even considered wounds on both of them... yet another possible way. "well I'll tell you they wont be hiding anywhere quietly for a month so you have that." he says. "beleive me, only shortsighted or insane individuals would attempt to do this willingly." he states. "feild cauterization is... while possible and sterile.. difficult." he states. "Nothing like having to force yourself to melt your own flesh." he says. "somthing like that exists, usually for older people." he states. "but it exists. and your welcome. Just try not to blame me if it somehow gets out of hand. if I'm warning you, you know I'm trying to keep this down myself."

Rayne glances at Jack with a raised eyebrow, but doesn't say anything. She's fairly certain she could make such an infection temporary in herself, but isn't saying anything about it. She's now starting to wonder how extensive cybernetics would affect the virus's effects... and is of course assuming that said cybernetics are why Jack doesn't think he'd be affected. She looks back to Urus again and admits, "Yeah, I know your point. Cauterizing doesn't work on me at all, for the record, so I've not looked into its real effectiveness. It's just a thought. And yeah. I'm expecting unwilling, mostly. Maybe with some study, someone can come up with a treatment that can keep it from actually transforming someone?" She doesn't want to give Urus the hope of getting himself back to normal, but she can see a possibility of keeping the worst effects off of a new victim.

Urus has not even considered the idea of returning to human, he's been like this for close to 15 years now, almost half his life. to return now would be just as weird to him as someone suddenly turning into a hybrid hyena. " Theres always a chance of alot of things, especially in someplace like twisted where there's living puddles." he remarks. "I am serious though about some work. I've been... debating what skills I have that could give me a good living here."

Jack Hawksmoor has gone back to listening. Living puddles. He's almost unhappy he missed that one. He looks over towards the fountain for a brief moment, then back to the two.

Rayne glances at Jack as he looks at the fountain. "It's not in the fountain. That's what got it in trouble to begin with." To Urus, she says, "Looking for work. Are you trying to say you want to be an officer? Remember it's not all combat. In fact, it's mostly /not/ combat." She knows Urus' main strength is combat. "Frankly, in my experience, when there's an incident, officers tend to get there /after/ the fact and just show up to file reports." Yeah, bitter much about the other day and those /four/ officers showing up at the same time after everything was taken care of?

Urus shakes his head. "not asking... yet." he says "my main strength is killing people and well, with you in charge of things and all I've been... lacking the drive to find mercenary work." he says. "I'm not sure I have any marketable skills otherwise however." he admits.

"Everyone has marketable skills," Jack says, finally turning all of his attention back from the fountain. "Yeah, messing with the fountain tends not to work so well."

Rayne offers Urus a quick grin, but it doesn't last. "Yeah, Jack's right." Hey, she actually referred to him by name rather than just calling him 'Detective'. "This may sound weird, but maybe you should look into some of the resources at the Welcome Center? They offer some 'welcome to modern life' resources that include employment exploration stuff."

Urus nods. "I'll consider it." he says "Besides. Been getting a little tired of all the work that goes into killing folks. hell, I almost gave up on my shot those few minutes ago." he states honestly.

"Known people who end up feeling that way." And then there's the Midnighter, but that guy's a total psycho. Unless you're his partner, of course.

Rayne deadpans, "Yeah, just how long were you waiting there for me to step out? I got delayed..." She shakes her head, then nods again at what Jack says. "It's not something most people can stick with. Even my father tends to break up his bounty hunting into relatively short stints."

Urus shrugs "About thirty minutes." he admits. "Anything you can think of that I could be good at?"

Jack Hawksmoor doesn't know Urus, and thus offers no response to that, instead glancing at Rayne with a slightly elevated bow.

Rayne pauses and glances upward. "Well, my father has had a few stints as a restaurant owner and bartender. How are you at mixing drinks?" She looks back to Urus with a shrug.

Urus shrugs. "Ive mixed my own, so I guess I'm not bad, you really think I could be a good bartender?" he asks incredulously, though the sound of his voice does mean that he's likely to believe any of the suggestions he's given. he nods. "well, would be worth a shot."

"Not a terrible idea, the amount people around here drink," Jack quips.

Rayne shrugs in honesty at the question of if Urus could be a good bartender or not, then quirks an eyebrow at his word choice. "Pun intended or not?" Worth a shot, indeed. "And yeah. There's a lot of heavy drinkers out there. I know a werewolf that tends to drink heavily..."

Urus cocks an eyebrow. "a werewolf. now that's something I have yet to see." he admits. "maybe that will be fun to witness." he nods. "well try everything once... twice if you like it as my dad used to say." he shrugs. he's not half bad, he knows half the terminology already and can learn the rest easily with a couple of good nights of practice. his fur is the only issue...

Jack Hawksmoor shrugs a bit. "Some people are drowning their sorrows. Some people seem to just want to try everything on the Usual's menu."

Rayne shrugs. "Well, she /told/ me she's a werewolf. She doesn't transform as quickly as Sarra." She then offers a quick encouraging smile to Urus before looking over her shoulder at Jack. "I think Blake is more the latter."

Urus nods "thank you, both of you for listening. Maybe the next time you see me I'll be behind the bar instead of saddled up to it." he smiles. "Never know, I never thought I would be friends with a Pheonix but here we are." he smiles with those sharp teeth of his.

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2020-04-19 - Raining Skags.

2020-04-19T17:43:54Z

Wolfmaster97: Created page with "{{Logsummary| Title = Raining Skags |Summary = An unfortunate convergence brings people at odds with odd creatures from Pandora |Who = Urus, Rayne, Rocket,..."

{{Logsummary|
Title = Raining Skags
|Summary = An unfortunate convergence brings people at odds with odd creatures from Pandora
|Who = [[Urus]], [[Rayne]], [[Rocket]], [[siversight]], [[Theodore Rabanne]]
|Date = April 19, 2020.
|Where = Nowhereto park.
|Log=

SilverSight finds himself chilling in the park, not having found this location before. He's nomming from a bag of popcorn while reading a book.

Urus is at the fountain, sitting on its edge and wiggling a finger in the water. The air is fresh from all the trees as the sun shines warmly on all those on this plane. a slight breeze blows through, rustling leaves and ruffling the hyena's fur, the scent of the freshly bloomed flowers of spring fill the noses of the more sensitive smellers. Other than the wind the park almost seems slient and peaceful.

Hey, there are trees here, right? There's a blond-haired human teen in one of them! He's leaning against the trunk of the tree, with one leg stretched out along a branch and the other dangling from same branch. And! Let's just address this -- most of the people here can see them anyway -- there's a handful of golden metal spiders located at various points along the tree. Some are wandering about, and some seem to be playing together! Theo himself, stretched out on the branch, seems to be sleeping.

Nearer to the lake, however, sits Rayne on a park bench. Her art supplies are on the bench next to her, and... look untouched. No, she doesn't seem inspired today. In fact, at the moment, she's just staring out at the lake. Possibly at the giant clothes iron of a building across it... but the slightly vacant look on her face suggests that she's barely aware of her surroundings. Perhaps she should have just been at home, taking a long rest today instead?

One figure that does not seem to be immediately present at the park is Rocket Raccoon. Out of the public eye not too far away from mind-throbbing calm and serenity of the center of the park, veiled only by the darkness of a taped-up cardboard box, sits the small mammal atop a huge chunk of metal with a screwdriver held sideways in his mouth. His fingers work on digging through the guts of some piecemeal electronic machine in order to twist wire ends together. There are a few sparks, but the result is communications chatter. Tuning a dial, the communicae changes voices similar to a radio, yet it's not. Is he spying on personal or private calls? Possible. He's extremely bored. The light of his eyes, so to speak, has dulled. Don't make Rocket bored. You wouldn't like him when he's bored.

SilverSight fiddles with his Pipbuck a little and it makes some noises. Some static.. speaking.. geiger counter.. no, that one. Some soft music being played will do. It was too quiet for his liking while he turns the page of his book. Monchmonch good popcorn. Needs butter.

Urus sighs a bit, he's been a bit bored too. though that boredom won't last for long as a large purple orb of swirling energy seems to form out of nowhere. The energy ball a few feet in the air and holding several similar creatures for 3 seconds before it dissapates. What is left is a pack of these quadrapedal creatures. numbering about 10, 3 of them are small, coming up to about calf high 4 more are a bit more than waist high for the average person, their horrid smell and red eyes not making them seem all that good to be around. two more are a bit larger still, very thick, seeming to be somewhere between muscular and plain fat. and then there's the one standing over them all, 6' at the shoulder the creature drips with green acidic goop from its verticall mouth and oozes out of the pores, the drips landing on the grass as said grass shrivels and dies within a second. the giant acidic badass belts out a low toned deafening call that seems between a roar and a howl as the head itself almost seems to be one giant mouth, seperating into a lower jaw and the two halves of the head. a long tongue wiggling from it as the pale inside can be seen of the caustic creature. Urus hyena pulls his gun and cocks it firing at one of the two fat ones only for a round to ping off the bony armor, the three smaller pups soon leaping upon him and snapping at the hyena as he's forced to the ground and protects his face with his arms.

The spiders see the creatures before Theo, and they all stop and stare. And then suddenly, as one, they all shrill, "MuRIIIIIIIIIIIIII!" and race back up the tree to Theo. Who wakes with a start! "What the...?!" He looks down to the creatures... and climbs further up the tree. Nope! That is a lot of nope down there!

Rayne seems completely oblivious to the goings on. Not a response at all to the energy ball, not response to the creatures emergence... Though, to be fair, she wasn't looking in that direction at all. The sound of the roar seems to be what snaps her out of her state of unawareness, though she more blinks and glances around in the general direction she was already facing. It's the sounds of the gunshots that finally get her attention properly, and she looks blearily over in the proper direction this time. She fumbles for her communicator before saying into it, "Hostile convergence in the park. Appears to be unintelligent beasts." She'll have to figure out what kind of bounty she should set for these things... but that would be determined by their danger level and - Is that Urus pinned down?! Okay, danger level is high. She finally stands up properly and draws both swords, sweeping them around and together to click together at their pommels, forming them into their bow form. She grabs an arrow from her quiver and nocks it to pull back and quickly fire at one of the smaller ones. Apparently she didn't notice bullets bouncing off of these things...

Another twist of the dial reveals some rather lewd noises. Breavy breathing accented by feminine moaning, Rocket's interest is suddenly piqued. He tries to clear up the gritty signal by adjusting another knob. Nothing happens. Pulling the screwdriver from his mouth, he pries the knob off and tightens the bolt beneath it, replaces the knob, turns it once more...and the speaker begins to pop as the volume kicks into full. Fumbling into a mad scramble to turn the volume down, the knob...doesn't work! "...va flark!" The sounds continue, only now they are punctuated by the knocking sound of the box-hidden raccoon beating the receiver with the back end of the tool in hand as a mighty roar from nearby blends in with raunchy noise.

While the entire debacle only lasts seconds, it sure feels like an eternity to the raccoon. Silence once again meets his ears; gunshots ring out immediately after things go quiet. "Wait a minute..." mutters the coon and fiddles with the broken dial to see if he can hear more. "Hostiles? Park? But va's..." A little flap in the cardboard on the side opens up and eyeballs peek through to see if anything can be noted in his field of view.

SilverSight's music is quickly interrupted by more static and screechy noises when a random portal opens up. He frowns and pokes his pipbuck a few times before he notices the creatures appearing and pouncing on a shootyeena. Well he's lunch. A notice of the color the biggest one gives off and how the ground sizzles under it. Acid. Probably not good to attack with it then. His magical energy pistol is drawn and he pops out the general disintigration talisman and replaces it with a fire-based one. That should do. He activates his pipbuck's S.A.T.S. and targets the three pups, firing a shot at each one.

The Hyena yells in pain as the three smaller ones start biting at him. one goes for a good chomp before silversight's energy pistol lets loose the beam finding the soft open maw and the heat soon turning the one to ash rather quickly. the second bites down on the hyena's leg the hybrid trying to shake it off as an arrow flys out and smacks it square in the neck it letting go and crying out in pain. its not dead but its definately not looking good, the third latched onto the hyena's arm as he tries in vain to tear it off, his claws not working on the bony back plates. the combat though gets the attention of the others, some going for civilians as an adult charges rayne and one of the larger chubbies runs after silversight, being slower but bigger and probably stronger. the acid dripping badass roars out orders to its pack as the raccoon sees a person running their way only to get hit with the basketball sized globule of acid from the skag, that acid quickly eating away at the skin and flesh as they scream out in utter agony.

There's not a whole lot Theo can do either way -- he's treed and has no weapons. Besides, any weapon big enough to hurt these things is probably too big for him to handle. He's a pretty typical teenage boy. Maybe a little taller than average, but that's about it.

On the other hand, he has ways to at least TRY help the others. Now that he's awake again, the spiders are under his control, so they don't show fear -- that's his privilege! That also means he can send the tiny, quarter-sized spiders down into the fray! That said... what can they really do, being the size of a quarter?

I'm glad you asked!

See, individually they may be small, but they are many. From his place in the tree, Theo sends out ALL of them. ALL FIFTY OF THEM. Hopefully no one here is arachnophobic. His mouth opens, and the little golden things start climbing out quickly to join their brethren.

They make for the smaller creatures first -- Theo's seen that one sci-fi movie where the little one-man fighters defeat the big four-legged transport enemy mechs by tying up their legs! And that's what the spiders are going to try to do -- tangle up the legs of one of the smaller creatures with their golden, wire-like threads.

There is a chance, in fact, that these things may not even be able to SEE the spiders, even. Only people capable of things their species deems 'paranormal' are generally able to see them, and a lack of sapience usually means a lack of awareness! Theo's counting on that, at least, since he has no direct means of attacking.

Soon a civilian gets hit with acid! So Theo sends about ten of the spiders to start heading in the direction of the person who's hurt. It'll be a few moments -- these things are tiny and don't move super-fast, but they'll get there. So far everyone seems reasonably healthy -- aside from the hyena-man, and he's at least still alive -- so this person who is dying is a priority.

Rayne grimaces as the arrow only makes the beast cry out rather than taking it out. A shot in the neck and it doesn't look taken down? She nocks another arrow and... Oh crap, bigger one coming her way! She looses the arrow in its direction before grabbing both handles of her bow/swords properly again and pulling them apart. She fully takes on a defensive stance as it charges her, aiming less to make a traditional strike so much as using its own momentum to impale the thing. Yeah, the swords are more designed for slashing than stabbing, but they do still have points. "Not good, not good," she mumbles with a grimace.

The cardboard castle suddenly accelerates upward and twin thrusters can be seen at its base responsible for the sudden flying. The receiver is left behind on the ground, but there is no trace of the box's inhabitant or the metal he was perched upon. That is, until the reveal. The carboard is lifted away to expose the fuzzy creature wielding a junkyard masterpiece rifle twice as long as he is tall and about as thick as a barstool is wide. Stupid in size compared to the one holding it, this weapon is brought up to bear during the parabolic arc just before the apex. The thrusters built into the raccoon's metal boots cut off and, for the moment, the grinning furball aims for the largest target he can during this 'slow motion hang time' that doubles as an introduction.

Rocket Raccoon ----->
<----- Blam! Murdered Ya!

The trigger on the Photon-Assisted MASER is squeezed in order to release a destructive stream of intensely amplified microwaves -- all with the addition of collimated light so that the wavy stream is visual -- while the force of the blast alone is enough to visually slow the descent of the airborne attacker. Does it even hit, though?

SilverSight gets at least one of the little buggers at least, and the hyena seems to be getting better if he can get that last little dog thing off him. But now the pony has troubles of his own as he gets one of the bigger ones after him. He'll start running from the thing, taking shots back at the creature as he goes. Then he hears a large BLAM! nearby. That sounded familiar. He'll head towards the flying raccoon with the oversized gun, because the safest place to be around that one is behind him. Sometimes, "Hi Rocket! Haven't seen you in a while!"

Urus digs in his claws into the pups mouth and pries it open at the cost of those teeth tearing into his skin as he finally dislodges the pup throwing it to the side. as it lands and gets up preparing to attack again though the wounded one is back at Urus' ankle as he sands . "sonova..." he grits finding his gun once more and putting a bullet where Rayne put the arrow, allowing it to go through and the red blood seeping into the grass. Speaking of, Rayne's blades in defense are right where they need to be. The adult leaps and opens its maw. one of the blades finds their way straight down the creature's throat, the other slicing into the chest as the drool from its maw slathers raynes right arm and a bit of blood on her left. the creature however stops moving as it hist the ground. it seems their internals are nowhere near as protected as the outside. the tiny golden spiders make their way over and as the final pup is about to spring foward it faceplants its front legs seemingly tangled up by the spin doctors. meanwhile the others are able to layer their protective strings over the wounds, slowly stopping the bleeding and sealing the injury. they're going to need more medical care later this should keep that one alive. one of the adults though looks up at Theodore, and lets loose its own vomit, not the same level of corosion as the biggest one but the flying debris of screws, bolts and even a wrench are nothing to scoff at he finds himself with half a second to dodge. Rocket's badass entrance is met however with reality as his jetpack stutters for half a second causing his aim to be off the mark by a signifcant margin. the Super powered weapon beam finding the fountain itself shaving off the top portion entirely as water sprays everywhere. unfortunately for him the badass has taken notice and charges towards the flying raccoon. the pony himself is able to keep distance. Rocket's appearance distracting him enough that his shot goes entirely wide as well his impacting the brand new jet of water as hot steam fogs the battlefeild.

Urus made a mistake, when youre logging please read the ooc and change it....

Rayne pulls her blades out and flicks them free of viscera before connecting the blades together again. She then proceeds to shudder before quickly casting her cleaning spell on herself and said blades. Nooooope nope nope nope. These things are beyond disgusting and she does NOT want their entrails on her when she continues to fight. Seriously, they're almost as bad as the xenomorphs! Actually, she thinks the big one might /be/ that bad. Does she attack just yet? No. "Need backup in the park immediately!" she calls into the communicator. No, it's not that she doesn't have confidence in the others here... it's that she's already seen some civilians get caught in the crossfire. And the fountain. That got a wince out of her.

Half a second? That's not really enough time for Theo to get out of the way, except to jump out of the tree. Which he does, since he's got no choice. Fortunately he does know a little about tucking and rolling, so it'll be with slightly less than bone-breaking force. Unfortunately he's now down on the ground, which puts him at even MORE of a disadvantage! Particularly since half a second is not enough for a human being to get their whole body out of the way. So as he tries to stand up... his leg goes out from under him.

The right leg of his pants is missing from about the knee down, the skin there is starting to sizzle, and there's an imprint of something that slammed into the back of his leg. He's gonna have a time of it now -- on the ground, mobility cut by whatever slammed into his leg...

So of course Theo starts spinning himself some armor! The spiders that aren't dealing with the injured return to him, crawling up his body to start spinning a thick covering of the golden threads over his body as fast as they can. He stands up so they can get to wher they need to.

Rocket Skates fire one last time to make the raccoon's landing less jarring. The ludicrous weapon is hoisted high, swung around, and brought to level with the beast so much larger than he is charging him down. Tracking with no need to lead with a weapon that fires EM radiation, the small fellow plays the game of chicken awaiting the perfect shot. However, the image of Theo on the ground directly in his line of fire beyond the badass corrosive skag sparks a sudden variation in tactic. The plan is to wait until the last possible moment to act: a hand reaches to his belt and removes a handful of items that he tosses onto the ground before his boots fire and he side-flips forward in an attempt to grab one the beast's armored spines for a rough ride. Caltrops? Well, these 'caltrops' have little blinking red lights and tend to explode when stepped on.

SilverSight does not like the look of blinky red lights. Those usually means bad things. He veers away from the crazy stripetail and will see about finding himself a tree to get some cover behind, continuing to shoot at the tubby thing chasing him, "Oh just fry already! I'm not THAT tasty-looking, am I?"

Urus chuckles at the little pup that seems to be down, raising his foot up high and stepping down hard on the creature's head as it squirms for a second before it stops moving. The phoenix is however able to clean herself up, seeing another chubby out there working on chasing down a defenseless catgirl! "Closest unit is still 3 minutes out. hold tight." dispatch tells the cheif. well, reinforcements are coming though it might be a bit too late for most of this. speaking of, the chicken manuver Rocket tries seems to work as he narrowly avoids being eaten alive, though the creature does step on one or two of the caltrops, which not only hurt, but explode. quite violently at that, tearing the front left leg off in a fine mist. blood pours from the leg but the creature while it roars in pain still looks pissed and more than ready to fight. The creature rears back as the raccoon gets on, though just below those spines is oozing the highly caustic liquid, he'll need to be highly careful not to touch it otherwise he could have an issue. The pony has had even more luck as the creature closes the targeting is exact, putting a beam right into the head. it too rears back though that exposes the underbelly which allows the pony to hit it and burn a hole straight through it to the armor, evaporating internal organs in the process as it falls to the ground dead. Silver would notice the final two adults together sprinting toward Urus, the hyena unaware. The spinner is ok, its mostly the junk that causes the damage, the acid itself unlike its bigger counterpart stings a little but is as dangerous as vomit normaly is, the rank smell is the biggest issue. nausiating at the least. Theo is able to protect himself with his weave as the skag looks ready to pounce, armor or not, it wants what's inside.

Not to worry, Rocket -- Theo's going to be getting out of the way as quick as he can, whether he realizes he's in the line of fire or not. He needs some cover, and being in the middle of the fighting isn't conducive to that. So he's going to limp to the treeline, now covered by an 'armor' of woven golden strings.

He doesn't get far, though, before one of the skaggs pounces on him -- limping isn't exactly the best way to get away fast! The armor is incredibly tough, but also pliable. So punctures from the teeth will be protected from. Bite force, howver... that's a whole other kettle of fish!

These things are way too strong for him to just kick off him. But now that he's covered in armor, Spin Doctors can work on other things. Like wrapping up the skagg that's trying to eat his face! So sure, it looks pretty bad for him to be curling up on the ground, but there are golden spiders furiously spinning a coccoon around the skagg's head!

Rayne yells back into her comm, "Seriously? No one is closer than three minutes to the park?!" But that's all she has time for now. She takes a deep breath, then immediately regrets it because dad skaag right there. After she coughs, she nocks another arrow and picks a target. Okay, raccoon with overpowered gun is dealing with the big one. Two on Urus, one on the... guy with spiderweave armor? She picks fast, and decides to help the one unaware of the threat. One, then two arrows, one aimed at each. "Behind!" she calls out after the first arrow is loosed. She really hopes she didn't choose poorly... the guy in spiderweave armor doesn't seem to be doing so well.

The Badass Skag may not be a tree, but Rocket has many exhaustive years of learning how to grasp onto and move about larger creatures. The armored spines on the beast only make it easier! "Come on, you krutacking pile of Faesirf Bodyfilf," he taunts. Tossing the rifle aside onto the ground, quarters far too close to use it effectively, he instead opts to remove his electrified knife and switch it on before stabbing. Not just anywhere does he aim; no, the small scrapper aims for the neck. Stab, stab, stab, for as much as he can amidst the rodeo. He may not be able sever the spinal cord, if it even has one, but maybe he can -- flark it! -- use the dagger as a handle to steer the beast into a more advantageous direction? Crazy.

SilverSight has racked up another kill for his pipbuck to keep track of. How the hell it knows what a 'Skag' is or their different development levels are is still something he hasn't figured out. Let's see, what's next.. Rayne is helping Urus, Rocket is having fun with his new mount.. and someone's being wrapped up in.. spiders? Okay that's weird. But he doesn't seem to have any offensive capability, so the pony will shoot red hot magic lasers at the one assaulting him.

Urus ducks as two arrows fly straight at him, though that means they fly true to their targets each of the skags getting an arrow in them both reeling in pain from the arrow in their chest, not a killshot but a still good marksmanship that leaves them wounded and vunerable. the hyena nods to rayne before unleashing his own firepower. the bullets of his smg finding the joint of one of them to finish what Rayne started. and make mincemeat of the organs inside. the bites were never meant for crushing though it does flex its mouth around the spider armored combatant, attempting to swallow him whole! though thats not going to work as it paws at its head and backs away as the tiny spiders mess with its eyes and is keeping its maw from opening all the way in fact theyre almost tying it shut as it backs off seeming scared almost now. as it paws and paws before it collapses, skags dont have nasal passages, you tie its mouth shut, it suffocates. a kill for the unarmed web spinner. that gives silver the chance to help the civilian fleeing. his shot hits burning and melting part of the back armor, not doing as much damage as he would have hoped but it stops and turns to defend itself, allowing the catgirl to sprint away on all fours. which then leaves rocket who's target roars at the stabs and turns at his command another stab causing the badass to unconciously launch a glob of its caustic spit at the remaining adult, the bone armor melting quickly as the creature cries out in pain for half a second before it falls down in a half melted mess. just leaving the one chubby.

Theo is suddenly free of an attacker, so he chances a peek up, as the skagg that had been trying to swallow him falls down. He looks at the scene, taking mental stock of the others. Most seem like they're more or less still healthy, so Theo heads over to the civilian that his spiders had been working on. Now that he can concentrate specifically on that civilian, he moves the spiders to begin replacing the tissue more properly, calling spiders from the field to start helping. It might be of disturbing, watching the tiny golden spiders crawl around, over, and INSIDE the wounds of the injured civilian. But the melted tissue appears to be being replaced, so there's that. Hopefully the acid cauterized the wounds it made, because blood loss isn't something he can fix...

If Rayne hadn't already met Theo, she'd be really, really worried about that civilian right now. But you tend not to forget about the guy that summons healing spiders from his mouth. That means just one threat left. She has a moment to collect herself. Finally of a mindset where she can properly concentrate on the battle at hand, she draws back the bow with another nocked arrow and holds it for a moment. The arrowhead starts to glow red-hot before she lets the arrow fly. She's charged the arrow with a firebolt spell! It'll make the arrow shatter into a small explosion when it hits... hopefully it'll hit the creature. Hopefully the arrow will pierce enough that the explosion will be internal.

Rayne pages, "it's not a huge explosion, for the record. More like a large firecracker than a proper grenade or explosive. Though hot." to you.

The raccoon has no idea how he's driving the thing, only that he somehow is. Wiggling the knife like a joystick, he tries to get the three-legged charging hulk to rampage in a circle to bring it by another pass at where those mini-mines were, marked by a bit of cratering. This should put him around where he ditched his rifle so he can recover it. Knuckles aching from the one-handed control as he clings in the most awkward way possible to avoid the corrosive leakage, he picks his course and leans back to bring his metal boot down hard onto the end of the knifehandle (perhaps it works like cruise control?) before flipping off the skag while flipping off the skag. Rocket Raccoon -- making every fight a space bar fight in the most classy way possible. Hoisting the deceptively heavy piece of machinery, Rocket tries for baked skag pie, take two. "If you'uh so krutacking 'ungry, eat some a'vis!"

SilverSight has the last chubby in his sights with it's back armor partially destroyed. No eating catgirls in this neighborhood! You wanna go down to the red light district for that sort of thing. His pistol goes pew pew a few more times at the now defensive creature to see about putting it down.

The chubby roars a bit taking a beam to the mouth before rayne's arrow finds the weakend armor and blows it clear in half. leaving the injured bleeding badass whom is lead around but collapses just before the spikes, the raccoon able to aim but has a second to realize the beast is no longer resisting, breathing heavily, acid still dripping and blood flowing its almost as if its been... tamed? the hyena nods to everyone. "thank you for the help." he says. "I probably wouldnt have made it without you." he says holding onto his bleeding arm with a wince. the civilian is slowly healed as they seem greatful despite the spiders weirdness. and of course... thats when Rayne's backup arives with four officers darting onto the scene.

And finally backup arrives -- hey, better late than never, right? Urus's words get a wave of Theo's hand. "I'm better at after-catastrophe cleanup... I'm just sorry I couldn't help more." Theo's sitting beside the civilian, though he's probably mostly got what he can fix, fixed. So he asks the rest of the group, "Is everyone okay? I can stitch you up if not." The spiders are still there, after all!

Rayne lets out a sigh of relief as everything seems to have calmed down. She then shoots a glare to the four officers arriving... at the same time. "Really?! What, did you meet up together before coming in?" she snaps at them. She then closes her eyes and takes a deep breath in, then out. She opens her eyes again then tiredly says to Urus, "Glad you're okay."

Rocket's murderous desires falter for a moment, but he doesn't put his gun down. No, he keeps aim at the last monster. Just in case. If somebody wants to keep it, they're going to need to patch it up and get a prosthetic leg. Oh, Rocket wants his knife back, too. Sniffing at the air, "So, anybody calling dibs on Greenie ovuh 'ere? Beh'uh do somefing quick, if so." It's nice that everybody can be put at ease so quickly after a fight. Not Rocket. He lives for this kind of thing. Give him a reason -- any justifiable reason -- to pull the trigger. Open offer. "Good fing you made it, mate. Fought I was going t'av t'carry you to a doctuh." That's a funny image, isn't it?

SilverSight does have to go around to check each of these.. 'skags' to make sure they're actually dead before he can calm down more. No idea what to do with the one Rocket has managed to befriend though. Put it out of it's misery or.. maybe the city could keep it for study or something. He'll be sure to make sure local civilians are okay too.

Urus nods to rayne though seems to stay away from any and everyone while he breathes. not wanting to bleed on anyone. "Hey rocket." Urus calls, "You got a new freind, why don't you keep him." the hyena chuckles. the rest of the civilians managed to get away safely so other than the catgirl needing help straightening a bit of her fur its just urus and theo who took any significant hits. "no mam, happy coincidence." one of the officers tells Rayne. "We'll get statements and help people out." he says. Urus smiles at the spinner. "hey, you did great. at least youre alive better than some in your situation."

"True," Theo admits to Urus's questioning. He'll send some spiders Urus's way and they'll try to start healing his wounds, if he's okay with that. It feels a bit itchy -- they'll be spinning threads -- from their mouths, actually -- and then sticking the threads to the edges of the wounds. Once the thread touches the wound, it'll be trying to take on the properties of the skin it's stuck to, trying to replace the skin. So they're literally spinning new skin and muscle in place of the old. Though the fact that they're spiders and have to crawl around the wound might be a little upsetting. If Urus shakes them off, it'll be understandable.

Rayne sighs and facepalms. No, not out exasperation, for once. It's instead to try to keep herself calmed down when dealing with her officers. "We don't need statements. It was a beast attack, it's clear what happened. The collateral damage was regrettable, but frankly, I've seen worse and Medical Machinima will have it fixed in less than an hour, more than likely. Don't traumatize the civilians worse by making them describe it again." All that is said through gritted teeth.
This was supposed to be her day off.

Exhaling deeply in an exasperated sigh, Rocket lowers his weapon. "Fine. Fine! Somebody call a xenobiological ve'erinarian. I can at least make it a leg if it doesn't bleed out first, but vis fing melts /stuff/. I 'ave nowhere a'keep," pause, "him." He then proceeds to mutter a string of galactic expletives under his breath as he casually hefts the rifle over a shoulder and begins walking toward the hyena. Good going, Rocket. Help blow up some monsters and wind up with an extra mouth to feed that'll eat anything. Just wait until he finds out the mouth is also the butt!

"Least any a'you could do is buy me a drink. 'Cept you, Urus. I'll buy YOU a drink, because I made vat offer already. And it'll 'elp wif va pain. ...bloody 'ell, vey got you good. Rough lookin', innit." Rocky pulls out a small spray bottle and doesn't seem all that bothered about the hybrid's bleeding. "'old still and let me put some o'vis on you. Strong saline'll dissolve it latuh, but it'll glue your wounds shut for now. Might sting a bit, but-" And then spiders interfere with his trying to make up for a bad parting days ago. "Flark! What now?!"

SilverSight goes to discover that his bag of popcorn was a victim of the skag attack. Noooo! One of the bastards ate it all when nobody was looking! He's tempted to shoot one or two of them some more, but will refrain. No need to take vengence on the dead.

Urus allows the spiders to do their work. "You may want to disinfect your micro machines before you put them anywhere near you. just in case. you wouldnt want to end up like me." he warns. He takes rockets head in a headlock and gives him a quick noogie. "that is what I needed more." he says defiantly to the smaller merc. "well if you were not enough of a badass before, riding that into battle would be a massive improvement to your intimidation." he says.

"Ah, sorry," Theo offers sheepishly as Rocket comes forward with a spray bottle. "They're mine. Not trying to butt in, sorry." Though the spiders rather comically flail their front legs at Rocket, with DX expressions and a squeaky little 'MuRIIIIIIIII!' Theo lets the armor he'd been covering himself with fizzle -- and it does exactly that, giving a soft electric-sounding crackle before it disappears from around him -- and steps forward, toward Urus. "Stop being rude," he scolds the spiders.

And he nods to Urus's words. "Thank you for the warning, sir," he returns. "I'll do that. Particularly since I have to put them away in my mouth." Spiders... in his MOUTH? That may or may not be weird for others to hear (aside from Rayne, who already knows).

Rayne sighs and walks away from the too little, too late backup. "I think I need a drink myself." Yes, she overheard that Urus found he was contagious. Right now, however, she just doesn't know how to deal with that. So she's instead playing like she didn't hear it. She can only deal with so much at a time, and lately that amount hasn't been very high. "Glad everyone's okay," she says to the group, then looks down at the still living acidic creature. "...It's still breathing."

Rocket looks a bit disturbed in how anybody could be comfortable allowing spider things to just...do that kind of stuff. He's not afraid of spiders. If you ask him, he's a super cool guy and doesn't afraid of anything! This earns Urus a wrinkle-muzzled look at first, next taking the time to make a face back at the spiders all 'grr' and a little bit of 'pbthhhh', but then his obscenely heavy rifle falls to the ground when he gets attacked by a headlock noogie. And it's HARD to keep a raccoon in a headlock. "Ack, hey, what va-" He looks quite shocked at this at first. "Watch va -- va d'ast fur!" He's being loud for the sake of being loud now. If he planned on biting, it likely would have happened nigh-instantly. "And I'll fink abou' it, but it's going a'need 'ealing soon, if so. And a...collar? Harness? Somefing?!"

"...and I'll 'ave you know I'm already very intimida'in' on me own..."

SilverSight eventually joins the group and inspects one of the spiders curiously. He gives it a few pokes with a hoof before glancing up to the be-noogied Rocket, "When you carry weapons that size around, it definitely helps. How do you even carry something that large?"

Urus nods though does give theo a mild sideways look, well, twisted is just plain weird, so are the denizens. "yeah, Rocket seems to have tamed it, I aint taking it, need a police dog... or whatever the fuck it is?" he asks. if rocket doesnt want it than someone else can take it right? Urus chuckles. "alright everyone, I think we need a congratulatory drink To the usual, Rocket gets the drinks and I'll get the snacks. We'll make it a party." he says.

One of the spiders flails a bit more at Rocket, with his 'pbthhhh' look, but skitters away nonetheless. The 'grrrr' probably scared it. And then SilverSight is poking at another with a hoof, earning him a happy-sounding, 'MuRIIIII!' and a poke back. It's like a fistbump! Except neither one of them has a fist!

The mention of Rocket 'taming' the critter? "Oh, uh... no, I don't really think I can use a... whatever it is," he declines. "But if someone else wants to keep it, I can stitch it up. Otherwise... well, maybe putting it out of its misery would be a good idea."

Urus's mention of food gets a nod. "That sounds like a good idea," he agrees. "I can pitch in a little -- I have a bit of cash." He busks, so he does have a little bit of money to his name.

Rayne scoffs. "I am /not/ using that thing as a police dog. I think it would /eat/ suspects! It's even more feral than that Xenomorph Kotal tried to tame." Clearly she didn't like that idea. The idea of a party, however, seems to get more traction with her, judging from her slightly tilted head and upward glance.

"Because I'm a krutacking beast. I'm Rocket and va's enough reason. I am a Guardian aftuh all." At least, that title seems to mean more now even though it carries far less weight. "Besides, I built it meself, like most a'me fings." While the MASER Rifle may not be as heavy as the Ion Cannon Rocket has boasted about to Urus before, it's still a good ~200 pounds / ~90 kilograms or so. It's a very heavy thing. The raccoon points at Silver Sight. "Oi, Urus, ask HIM about me Ion Cannon. He's seen it before." He's talking about that crazy weapon he had that was cutting through a building trying to save that kidnapped guy from that lizard robot and army. The fight wound up so bloody and violent that Fluttershy didn't leave her house for weeks.

"I'd love a party, mate, but I 'ave t'collect me fings from ovuh yonduh and see what to do about..." A broad gesture to the skag, "Vat fing. Seriously, it needs 'ealing. Bet it might melt your spider fings, vough, eh mate?" A deft squirm can easily pop himself free from any grip still held on Rocky. He looks at his can of foaming glue and then to the skag, sighs, and begins walking toward it. "Flark me... If I get ate, it's your fault." Wouldn't be the first time he's had to fight out of something that ate him, truth be told. "And 'ow many times I gotta tell you, Urus, vey don't charge at va Usual, but vey ain't as good as some uhvuh places. Still, waitin' a meet vis Rayne you mentioned before when we's talking about people t'date. Does she like short guys?"

SilverSight seems quite pleased with the spiders and will allow them to go about their business. He does have to facehoof when he's reminded of that Ion Cannon, "Please tell me you didn't bring THAT monstrosity here from Neo Tokyo. There's no point in saving the city if you destroy it in the process.."

Urus smiles at rayne. "hey, its probably trainable, unlike the xeno." he says. as to rocket's mention. "hey, I've been away for a while alright. thats new." he says. "They charged me before." he says. he might have been drunk and broke somthing too but... thats not the point. the creature seems to wince a bit as rocket heals it a little but its large dripping tonuge comes out, an almost radiation green. Urus rolls his eyes at rocket. "Well why don't you ask her." he says motioning to the rainbow haired cheif of police. "I think though the awnser is no." he says "do I have that right? no time for dating?" he asks rayne.

Theo tilts his head. "Well, if you do want me to heal it, I can," he offers. "I think it'll be all right. Stands don't seem to be affected by a lot of normal stuff, from what I've seen." He'll send a few spiders over to the thing, standing by for now. But they're going to be ready to spin some threads around its mouth.

Not to close it completely -- he remembers the one that suffocated -- just to make sure it can't open its mouth wide enough to eat Rocket! Though he doesn't do it NOW, he just has them standing by in case the thing tries anything.

Though then Rocket starts talking about Rayne, if she likes 'short guys'... and he starts to snicker. Uhoh. Hopefully he won't have to heal Rocket here in a moment or two...

Rayne sideglances at Urus. "No, Rayne's not so much into short guys. Or furry ones, for that matter. Or so I hear." She then shakes her head. "And you'd be correct on that. No time, among all the other difficulties." She's not taking this nearly as poorly as Theo apparently thinks she would have. She's just not into those completely covered in hair. Or short guys.

"I like big guns and I cannot lie," replies Rocket. There you go. "But, no, it got left be'ind when I wound up 'ere. Were damaged in vat fight and nevuh got it working fully since." As for spiderific help, Rocket shrugs, "Go for it. I'm quicker van it. Can you, like, reconstruct vat entire leg wot got blowed off or am I still going a 'ave t'make a new one?" Then, suddenly, a distraction. "Oh, va's Rayne!" Rocket turns his back to the skag and tries to put on his charming face, you know, amidst the carnage and post-chaos. Yep, that's Rocket in a nutshell. "Allo, love! You 'ave a very chroma'ic taste in self-expression. Sorry t'ear you don't much care for me type, but let me emphasize, wif extra emphasis on va 'size' part o'va word, vat it ain't a nega'ive quali'y. More so a mah'uh o' differing perspective; you see, small fings come wif-" For flark's sake, somebody interrupt him!

SilverSight also lacks another dating option himself it seems. Oh well. Maybe next time. The pony's horn glows and Rocket's tail picks up and stuffs itself into the rodentia's mouth helpfully, "Okay, that's enough of that out in public. Save it for the bar at least when you've had a couple dozen drinks in you."

Urus chuckles and nods at rayne though frowns a little at the no fur bit. darn, that was gonna be his next attempt, well two down, many to go. Urus stands in front of rocket. "just stop, she said no. She's being nice because she's cheif and has standards, I don't. Do not push it." he says knowing the Pheonix can stand up for herself but... he does care about Rayne in a capacity that is not unlike a good freindship. the spinners seem to do good work as the bleeding has stopped and is even being put back together, the drooling creature seeming ready for the next thing to do after a little.

Theo nods to Rocket's question of being able to reconstruct the beast's blown-off leg. "I think so, yeah," he replies. He'll send a handful of spiders to make a try of it. And if there are any pieces of the leg still around, the spiders will start pulling them towards where they're working on replacing the leg. It'll take a little while, since this is a big beastie, and most of the leg is probably completely gone except for small bits and chunks.

He snickers a bit at SilverSight's solution to stopping Rocket from saying dirty things to Rayne. "Careful. I've heard girls don't like it when you lay it on too thick," he cautions the raccoon. "Oh right... my name's Theodore Rabanne. 'Theo' if you'd prefer." This he offers to the group at large.

Rayne deadpans, "It's my natural hair color." She then facepalms as Rocket starts going into trying to convince Rayne in a lewd manner. "I've got no problems with negative, for the record." Why is it the only people that have ever expressed anything remotely resembling interest in her are either completely not her type or have a literal soulmate? "I appreciate the party invite, but I think I probably should... go home and collapse on my couch for a while." No, she is not in the mood to deal with a drunk Rocket right now. She's warily looking at the recovering skag. There is no way that will end well.

Tail to mouth, what madness is this? And then everybody ganging up on him? Rocket shrugs, arm held out to each side. "Okay, okay. No worries. Can't blame a bloke for trying. I 'ope you all 'ave a good time and all. We'll get drinks latuh, but, like I said, gotta get me effects and see what I can do wif Arsebreaf 'ere." As he already stated, he has things to do and can't go drinking right now. Not now. "Besides, I'm sure va Chief o' Police would appreciate an upstanding and honorable denizen and protectuh such as meself escorting vis big crittuh outta public space. When I can. Some'ow." He'll have to think fast, but can't do that if he's busy boozing it up.

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2020-04-18 - A Bit of a Stretch

2020-04-18T20:05:26Z

Wolfmaster97: Created page with "{{Logsummary| Title = A bit of a Stretch |Summary = Alden and Urus meet and see what alden's dogmon form can take. |Who = Alden, Urus |Date = April 14th, 202..."

{{Logsummary|
Title = A bit of a Stretch
|Summary = Alden and Urus meet and see what alden's dogmon form can take.
|Who = [[Alden]], [[Urus]]
|Date = April 14th, 2020.
|Where = Twisted Street.
|Log=

Urus Is headed down the street, on his usual lookout for the bounties that are always around, as such has his gun on him... as if he has ever been seen without it. His footfalls are silent but have their own weight. he is standing a bit more hunched over than usual but not due to anything physically wrong with him. there is a glint in his eye though that says that he's just looking for trouble.

There is a lego dinosaur! he might be a bit lost, he still hasn't figured out the layout of the city just yet, so he is slowly walking down the street, looking at the buildings... trying to read the signs, distracted really.

Urus is happy to see his companion again and straightens his back a bit as he waves. "HEY ALDEN!" he shouts making his way to the dino with a toothy smile. "How are you my friend, what are you doing out here?"

Alden jumps a bit at the rather loud greeting, one would swear his blocks detach a bit in the jump, before falling back into place, turning around and.... is he smiling?, hard to tell with a face like that. Still, he manages to wag a bit, and waves rapidly. "Hi Urus!" he chirps, walking closer, "Just got a bit lost, and you?"

Urus smiles "looking for things to do. I can help you find your way if you want." he says with a smile as the two come together. "How's things been for you lately" the hyena asks as he stands with a hand on his hip. Urus pats alden on the shoulder. "sorry for almost taking you appart with my voice alone." he jokes

Alden leans into the pat with a chuckle, "I... I was just surprised! that's all!" he tries to say, doing his best to look calm, even if his tail was wagging rapidly. "Just looking for a nice spot to practice things a bit, without risking breaking anything."

Urus kneels slightly to get more on eye level "well honestly there's no one around so here is decent. just don't get too zealous." he says "speaking of which, remember our previous conversation about your other form?" he asks "that you can stretch but never got to try out your capacity to do so?"

Alden doesn't mind having to look up!, still, he appreciates the gesture, "Oh!, right, that one!" he says, nodding a bit, "I admit I never got to really try it, I know it's pretty tough, of course, but not to what point."

Urus shrugs. "well, maybe we should try it out now. no reason not to, and if you need to train a bit I am sure I could help. I'm a mercenary after all so my knowledge of how to kick ass is massive." he jokes. the hyena's fur a matte finish even in the sunlight as opposed to his plastic counterpart.

Alden reaches one tiny paw to feel the fur of the spotty male, just a curious plastic dino. He is not very shiny either, maybe the plastic is just worn a bit?. There is a bit of chuckling, "unless you are good at getting bombed or punched, or want to help me test some limits..." he says, "I'm not sure how much of what I do really matches guns, or proper fighting." he chuckles.

Urus doesn't seem to mind. his fur is course and is not perfectly clean but it's not like he's bathing in his own filth either. "I'm good with limits and punching." he says "I've done alot of hand to hand, just don't take what I do after the first few punches personally, I get really into the combat. Besides I can teach you a few things regardless." he states as he stands up.

Alden nods a few times, curious how he can be so flexible despite being made of blocks, "Well, if you have ideas for anything, happy to hear them... I think the best form for actual...punches and kicks might be my Monzaemon one, it is the closest to actual... human shape." he muses, smiling.

Urus nods. "well we'll certainly try to train there." he says "first though I want to try to stretch your dog form and see how that works out. sound good?" he asks he though starts stretching his right arm just a bit before his neck cracks as he sighs at the feeling.

Alden looks around for a moment, noticing they are mostly just on a long road. The small lego dinosaur nods and slowly pulls back a bit, before transforming into the almost as tiny orange/yellow cartoon dog, stretching his arms and yapping.

Urus chuckles. "I'll take that as a yes. " he says "so how does someone stretch a dog?" he asks, before furrowing his brow to figure out how that became a sentence before waving it off. "I can't stretch so I have no clue how all that works."

Alden chuckles, "Well, I mean, we can find a way to try to stretch my limbs or body, assume I might be kind of like... rubber?" he says, "If I am relaxed I can stretch a lot more than when I am trying to remain solid."

Urus nods. "well then. come over here I have a plan." he says heading over to a particular spot near a lamp post. "we're gonna stretch you as far as you can handle. I'll take your top half because I'll need to hear you in case things get crazy." he says "as if stretching you out is not crazy at all."

Alden perks his ears... well, halfway! they are too floppy to raise fully for long, before he quickly walks after the spotty hyena, nodding a few times, "That sounds like a good idea." he muses, rubbing his chin/belly with one paw, before backing to the lamp.

Urus comes up behind the dog. "sorry if this feels too weird." he says before taking the tail and stretching it a bit by pulling in opposite directions before attempting to tie it around the lamp post. "Getting one's tail in a knot, never thought I would end up using that litterally."

Alden grins a bit, the tail was relatively long, but it works!, the dog yips, and the tip still wobbles as he tries to wag, he also tries to hold onto the lamp with his short legs, "I think that should work!, I'll let you know if I think I am slipping."

Urus takes extra precautions however. He takes Alden's footpaws and soon attempts to tie the legs around the post as well between the two, he is not going anywhere likely. before coming around to the front and taking the dogmon by the hands. "are you ready?"

Alden blinks a bit and chuckles as he is further tied tot he post, trying to twitch his poor legs in their position, "I'm nice and stuck." he admits, chuckling a bit, reaching to hold onto the hyena man in turn, his tailtip wagging faster, "I am!"

Urus nods leaning back before planting his feet firmly and pulling the dog's arms also gauging how strong the pullback is, especially if he's as rubbery as he seems. "I have a different idea when we're done here if you want to give it a shot. since you seem to have physics to your body that I have never seen before."

Alden seems quite intrigued about it, "Sure, I am open to ideas!" he says. The dog does seem rubbery, stretching easily at first, but getting harder to pull the further away from the lamp he gets, "Oooh, this feels odd."

Urus smirks. "we'll have to see if its even viable." he admits. as he pulls and tugs a bit harder, using his toned yet lithe form to tug along also trying to gauge how many times longer the dog is stretching as they go along. "you should be the guy pulling." he says with a hefty exhale. "odd but not painful right?"

Alden chuckles, "I'm getting curious about what's in your mind!." The dog is getting 'thinner' by the moment, even as he holds tightly onto the poor hyena, he stretches several times his rather modest height, if the dog is about 4 feet, he might get as far as 40 feet, before the dog gets 'thin' and ropey on his stomach and arms, and starting to cause trouble.

Urus yanks and pulls till about that point before holding Alden there. "I think we're about as far as you should go. this is some serious stretching though, jeez, that's amazingly sturdy." he admits. imagine how far it could go if the legs were allowed to stretch too. "how's it feel to be so many times longer than usual?"

Alden looks tense!, taut even!, the dog glancing down,"I'm so thin!" he muses, chuckling a bit, gulping a deep breath, that causes a bubble to be visible as it travels down. "IT's weird, I'm so big now!, also glad there are no cars or people... then again, it would be a fun test." he says with a grin. "It feels neat!."

Urus smiles as he seems to enjoy himself. he slowly works his way back in, as tempting as it is to let the dog snap back to his normal shape in a split second. "well you always wanted to know. I think you've got it just about figured out." he says. "after I untie you I'll try the next thing."

Alden chuckles a bit and smiles at the gentle hyena, "Thanks for not letting go, I mean... I would try not to snap back but... still." he chuckles. The dog pulls the hyena at a steady pace, growling softly and seeming to relax a bit as his body returns to normal the closest they get to the lamp post. Untying might be tricky!. "I'd love to see what's on your mind." he says with a grin.

the hyena lets the dog go as theyre back to normal. before going behind and trying, using his claws to get in there if need be, to untie the dog from the post. "you're just gonna have to wait and see, either its going to be interesting or highly awkward." he admits. "but if your physics are what I think they are then..."

Alden chuckles, "That only makes it sound more interesting!". He wriggles his tail and footpaws, reaching around to pull on them, yipping and grunting as t some points, he tickles his own paws. Still, eventually, they snap loose, and his tail just untangles without much trouble. "there we go!"

Urus helps dust off Alden and nods. "Good, ready for part two?" he asks. "close your eyes." he says The hyena turning around himself as if to get something. though everything he needs is already out in the open, just a sleight of hand of the situation.

Alden finally snaps back into shape, inhaling deeply, his form bulging up a bit, before exhaling, "I think so!" the dog mentions, before slowly closing his eyes, licking his nose and trying his best to be still, "Like this?"

Urus smiles "exactly." and the dog's body has already confirmed his next thing. as soon as the dog is unaware the hyena inhales deeply and presses lips to his before blowing hard. attempting to make the dog into a balloon, unfortunately one lungful of air is likely not enough so he inhales through his nose to give off a second blow into Alden.

Alden has a rather big snout, so it is a bit tricky, but the curious digimon does his best to try to allow it, his ears perking as his cheeks bulge up from the sudden influx of air, his tail wagging as he resists the urge to chuckle. It does seem, his body is stretchy to the air, after all, he did grow in size from an explosion the other day, but it might take a fair bit of air, and pressure!. Still, for a couple breaths, he does accept, and even swells a bit, blushing faintly after a little while.

Urus lets go. "not exactly my hope but a proof of concept." he says. "might need something like a bike pump to better do it but you could be a full-on balloon." he chuckles patting the mildly bloated dogmon. "had to give it a try."

Alden holds the air for a few moments, wobbling at the patting, before starting to chuckle himself and quickly losing the air, returning back to his... chubby form, "Quite true, that might work haha, or a gas tank." he muses, "It was fun."

Urus nods. "fill you with enough helium and we can make you float." he says. "If we head to the 24/7 or S-mart maybe we can get a couple of gallons of water. Don't need to hold your breath for that." he says. "or a pump." never would he suggest drinking gallons of water to a normal person but this dog has shown his cartoonish physics are anything but normal.

Alden chuckles a bit, "I am not sure if I would fly like that, as amusing as that sounds." he says, rubbing his chin, "I mean, I figure all of those would work, even if being filled with water sounds heavy." he laughs.

Urus waves his companion on. "If it gets to be too much I'll help you get rid of it somehow." he says. "you wanted help trying out all sorts of things. while we're headed there what else should we work on?" he asks.

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2020-03-26 - The Side Hustle

2020-03-27T14:13:26Z

Wolfmaster97: Created page with "{{Logsummary| Title = The Side Hustle |Summary = Urus brings a low level criminal into the precinct with Cheif Rayne on duty. |Who = Urus, Rayne, |Date = Mar..."

{{Logsummary|
Title = The Side Hustle
|Summary = Urus brings a low level criminal into the precinct with Cheif Rayne on duty.
|Who = [[Urus]], [[Rayne]],
|Date = March 26th, 2020.
|Where = MCPD - Main Entrance and Lobby
|Log=

Urus was only hours out from his talk with Alden when he had business to attend to. he knew the police force was... lacking for lack of a better term, not for lack of trying but of manpower, so it was with him that when he recognized the white-haired man wanted for embezzlement, he took matters into his own hands. with the human only bruised and having his wrists held behind him, he was escorted in by the anthropomorphic hyena who is untouched. "hello?" he asks out.

As per usual, the Police station is a bustle of activity. It's a clearly controlled chaos: Everyone seems to know where they're going, officers don't dally around in the hallways, the phones are being answered steadily, no one is really panicking over anything. But activity it is. There's just non-stop motion back there. In the lobby, however, things are significantly more calm. There's no line: Doris is in fact dealing with phone calls rather than people in person. Once her current call is over(something about telling the person that a first degree burn isn't that bad. Just rub some aloe vera on it), the old lady looks up at the hyena-man and the regular looking man and says, "Hello. What can I do for ya, honey?" in her usual disinterested tone.

Urus chuckles slightly at the burn advice, honestly that's a decent way to go about it, he's had to do that a bit himself. the xenomorphs were hell. the disinterest doesn't bother him he's good with the calm and unfeeling missions. "wanted man right here, looking to help turn him in." he says calmly, "who's free that can take him in?"

Doris straightens her glasses and looks over onto a computer screen. She types something, looks for a moment, types some more, then finally gets on a radio. Not one of the big ones used to communicate across the district, no, this is an internal to the building one. "I've got a guy here wanting to turn in a criminal. I'm not seeing anyone not on a specific task already, is someone available to book this guy?"

It takes a few moments, but then a tired sounding voice says, "I'll be right out." Urus should easily recognize the voice as that of Rayne.

Doris looks right up at Urus again and says, "She'll be right out to help you, dearie."

Urus chuckles. this should be good, probably get chewed out while he's at it. "thank you." he says "Officer this man assaulted mOWWW!" the man says as the hyena takes his hand off for half a second to smack the guy upside the head before keeping him down. "don't try and get me in trouble for your shit. if you do I might not have the courtesy to keep my claws off..."

Rayne steps out from the back, looking both thoroughly exhausted and annoyed. "Okay, what's going on now?" she asks as she rubs one of her temples. She pauses at the sight. "Oh. What rock did you find him under, Urus? I mean, usually we say there's a reward for /information/, but this counts, I suppose..." She gives the man a look of 'really?' before saying, "You know damn well there was a warrant out for your arrest. If you wanted to be treated gently, you should have turned yourself in."

"Usual gym of all places. judging by things he's been sleeping in the locker room." he says. "I saw him, remembered the warrant from last time I was here and figured I could lend a hand." he shrugs handing the man off with a shove. "I'm surprised I'm not being chewed out for going 'above the law.'" Urus admits

Rayne is quick to actually cuff the guy. "Yeah, well. You weren't wrong. And he doesn't look unduly beaten. If you'd come in with a non-violent offender and he needed stitches, we might have a bit more of a stern talking-to." She looks back to the man again and says, "And you, Sanders. The Usual Gym? Really? Gutsy. If I had time for my training I'd have found you there myself."

Urus nods "well that is better than expected, honestly my better judgment told me to kill and dump him but... I'm glad I was wrong." he says. "I figured you folks were busy and I might as well serve him on a platter instead of having to send someone out because I can take care of things." the hyena states, sanders meanwhile states. "Anywhere that isn't the precinct or an active scene is safe, everyone knows the cops are stretched thin."

Rayne deadpans, "Yeah. Our history as friends or not, I'd have had to have you hunted down if you did that." She pauses, then looks at Sanders for a moment in silence. "You're an idiot," she says bluntly. "It took your employer a week to find out what you were doing, an /hour/ for the investigation, which Sam said was a waste of his talents. I'm going to assume your employer accidentally gave you warning you were under investigation before Sam was even there... Let's see, then you hide out in a place where all the jocks want to go to show off? When there's a wanted poster for you?" She laughs. "And it's not even a bounty high enough for Urus here to have spent on bullets to shoot you with." There's a sigh, and she suddenly looks more tired again.

Sanders looks down and keeps his head low. meanwhile Urus chuckles. "and I would be offended if you didn't send the best after me." he says with a smile. "Rayne keep the bounty, use the money to pay for someone's salary, better to not need me. Kotal was right when he said I was unpredictable..."

Another officer walks by behind the counter that Doris is now working on a sudoku puzzle at. Rayne looks over and says, "Oi. Harada. Can you take this guy to booking? Case file 3014." The officer blinks, then suddenly rushes over to take Sanders off her superiors officer's hands. Rayne sighs, then shakes her head as she looks back to Urus. "You sure? I was joking about it being so low as to not pay for ammo. I mean, it was for information, like I said. I can't imagine he was going to last long in there."

"hey, consider it a favor among friends. and you can pay me by getting some decent sleep. I mean... I can see that you have not been taking fantastic care of yourself." The hyena says. "then again maybe you can pay me in a different way." he says "what's the going rate on information these days?"

Rayne rolls her eyes as once again someone tells her to slow down at work. "I appreciate the concern, but I know what I'm doing." She totally is in over her head. At least he changes the subject. She tilts her head slightly before asking, then says, "We're not an information broker, but... what are you looking to know?"

Urus nods. "so If I'm honest I have not seen a real doctor in..." he looks up as if tallying the time. "like 10 years. is there anyone I can trust to do some work. someone who knows how to keep their mouth shut if things are what I think?"

Rayne's frown turns more into a grimace. "I'm afraid I don't have the answer to that question. Best doctor in town is Johann, of course... he's still around, even if Ren isn't. But I've not really seen him that much, so I don't know how... 'discrete' he is."

Urus nods. "well, best I have to go off of." he says. "honestly I have not thought about it much before but after our talk in the usual, I've been starting to legitimately worry that I might actually be contagious."

Rayne looks around, then sighs and motions behind her. "Urus, this isn't a good place for this conversation. Let's go to my office." She doesn't even wait for a response before starting to lead the way.

"You're right, I'm gonna see if I can't track down that doctor, for all I know I could be perfectly fine and I'm worrying about nothing." Urus says. "hope that I was able to help, even minorly." he states. "I'll see you around, don't be a stranger."

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2020-03-26 - Quick Friends

2020-03-27T14:04:16Z

Wolfmaster97: Created page with "{{Logsummary| Title = Quick friends |Summary = A building block dinosaur and a genetic experiment are walking down the street... |Who = Urus, Alden |Date = M..."

{{Logsummary|
Title = Quick friends
|Summary = A building block dinosaur and a genetic experiment are walking down the street...
|Who = [[Urus]], [[Alden]]
|Date = March 26th, 2020.
|Where = Maebase Drive
|Log=

Urus has been checking out twisted since his arrival, plenty of new faces around, and a couple of old ones too. He's dressed simply as the only thing on him is his cargo pants and his SMG on its sling, last he knew twisted was dangerous so he's playing it safe. He's wandering through just looking to find out what and who he's missed. It's about midday, sun up and short shadows decorate the sidewalks in front of the nice houses that are here.

Alden had been here for a little while by now, but was still getting used to the city, at the very least people had been rather friendly with him!, then again given his mostly adorable look, that was not a surprise. Still, he mostly felt a bit out of place, so he kept wandering, looking for interesting things, and meet others!. Thus, the lego/block dinosaur is slowly wandering down the street, he is... holding a piece of meat, and casually eating the thing somehow. He almost completely passes around Urus, when he spots the curious gnoll/hyena, coming to a halt and tilting his head, this was new!, he did see a... pony but... nothing quite like this, at least so far in this place.

Urus similarly pauses in his tracks as he notes the toy dino. sentient building blocks, now that was a new one. at the very least he already felt a mild sense of companionship with anything sentient and animal like, considering his own visage. and a meat eater too, best thing so far. he comes a bit closer with a sly sort of smile. "hey there. you uhh are a person right?" he's been wrong before so it doesn't hurt to check.

Alden certainly looks fairly animate for a pile of plastic blocks, taking another little bite of the cooked meat, making one wonder what... how?. Still, he wags his tail and waves his claws happily, "Hi!", so the animal person was a friendly one!. He moves closer, despite the blocky, solid nature of that snout, one would almost see it was smiling, "I'm ToyAgumon!... I mean... I'm Alden." he corrects himself quickly, "If by person you mean... not a toy or a thing, yeah!"

Urus is friendly like a wild animal, it depends on the day and if you could be considered prey, but the agumon seems to have netted him on a rather good day. the hyena smiles with sharp teeth. "good, was wondering if I was talking to some kid's toy and looking crazy... well more crazy than usual." he admits. he does have an air of slightly nuts on him but twisted sorta has that smell regardless so. "Alden, I am Urus Deravin, Good to meet you." he says extending a clawed hand.

Alden doesn't seem particularly unnerved by the sharp teeth, chances are, he had quite a few animal and hybrid friends back at home. If anything, it makes him nostalgic, and a bit more at home. "Nice to meet you!" says teh short lego thing, raising his free limb to try to shake the clawed hand, the grey plastic thing lands on the hand, and he shakes softly. "No worries, this place is so weird."

Urus while glad to meet another animal creature can't help but ask... "so you are made out of plastic bricks, is that it or is that just a covering?" he asks due to pure curiosity. he gently shakes the short dino's hand and even crouches a bit to be eye to eye or what accounts for it between the two. "not seen many folks like us around, would have thought that it would have had more." he admits. of course his russian accent has been showing since second one though its at least light enough he's stopped dropping too many articles.

Alden is quite curious as well, as familiar as Urus looks like, tilting his head. The eyes are... odd, they are almost like stickers but... they have a depth, fairly realistic. The question gets a happy chirp, "Oh, I'm made of blocks, watch." he replies, pulling his arm back, while the piece in Urus hand remains there, detaching with a tiny pop, "Don't be scared, that's how it works,I still feel the hand." The comment on them being a rarity gets a little sigh, the good mood deflating a tiny bit, "Yeah, closest so far was... a... pony he called himself?, a small horse with a horn."

Urus is not scared by the demonstration but surprise is definitely one. "interesting." he admits now holding the arm and poking at it a little. "so you can be taken apart completely and put back together?" he admits. "I did that once, was not nearly as painless as you make it look." he half-jokes. "yeah, I think I know him, silver?"

Alden nods, "I can, can build things with the blocks." he adds, "More if there were more of my kind around." he admits, "But I can break apart without trouble." he says, before pausing. "Wait... you were broken apart?" he asks, a bit of concern in his voice. The mention of the name gets a nod, "He left me on top of a building one time, but was just because of some trouble"

Urus "that's pretty cool, so it has to be your kind, not just any sort of blocks?" he asks before trying to help put that arm back in place. "long story that deals with a hell of a lot of drama and pain." he admits. "only met him once but seemed nice." the hyena admits before waving for them to possibly continue their stroll.

Alden pauses for a moment as he mentions that, "I never tried with other blocks... I mean, I don't think I would control them but..." he muses. The piece fits easily enough back into place, wriggling the limb a bit before slowly following his new friend. "He does seem nice, he helped with some weird robots." he muses, "Had to destroy a whole lot of those."

Urus raises an eyebrow "robots? non sentient I assume?" he asks. "armed?" if there are robots to look out for he will certainly appreciate the heads up. the hyena stays at a slower pace to keep his new short-legged friend close by and not leaving them behind. "how much constitutes a whole lot?"

Alden tilts his head, "I don't know, they kept trying to attack a lady, and they didn't stop and started to attack so we fought back." he muses, stubby legs struggling to keep up again, "Well, I know I destroyed a few dozens, but I had evolved to fight better at that point, I don't know if I might have managed that well staying like this."

Urus doesn't like the sound of multiple dozens, too easy to get surrounded. He can go melee but when he does... there is always an issue with his instincts not letting go. "I'll keep an eye out, thanks, and you evolved?" he asks not having heard the term used in that way.

Alden nods, "They were a lot of them, human sized." he muses, before realizing most people had no clue about digimon stuff, "oh, sorry, I meant, I digivolved to my strongest form, I'm a digimon... most of us can transform into stronger forms, some by accident, some can control it, with enough practice." he explains. "I can digivolve twice, I can show you if you want."

Urus doesn't like the sound of a swarm of human-sized robots either, he wouldn't have enough ammo for that likely. would be an issue. "digi.. as in short for digital?" he asks wondering if that makes Alden real at all or if so how he has a real form. "please, If its not too much hassle." he says clearly curious as to the toy dino.

Alden nods a few times, "I'm a Digimon, I come from... well, I guess not this place but... a digital land connected to the human world of my... world?" he mumbles, trying to figure if he said it right. The toy dino nods a few more times, more confident at the request, "Sure." he chirps, moving a few steps ahead, looking around and closing his eyes. There is a bright flash of light, the toy dino's outline in the light disappearing!, as the light fades, there is a different figure!. It doesn't seem to be taller than the toy digimon, but still, it's extremely different. Doglike might be the closest term to describe it. Yellow fur covers it from head to toes, with the exception of his long ears and tail, which are dark blue, and a large D on it's stomach. It has long arms, ending in 3 clawed hands, and the head seems just stuck to the chubby torso, a rather large (for it's frame) mouth with sharp looking teeth!.
Alden is wagging contently, and doing his best to seem happy, despite the odd appearance. "This is Dogmon, it's my next form, it's very good at resisting attacks." as he explains that, he reaches for one of his ears and tugs on it, it streetches a bit, like rubber, or perhaps a cartoon character, "I can produce bombs, and make a loud... very disturbing howl that tends to make other Digimon hesitate about getting closer." he explains, "so... into so much for pure fighting... more like protecting."

Urus nods in comprehension, several degrees of removal from home, he understands that sentiment. he watches as best he can though partially blinded by the light before a new creature. furry, and more his style though the physics on this new creature are like the old one, not close at all to regular organic people. "your stretchy now?" he asks before he pauses for a second. "produce bombs?" he raises an eyebrow.

Alden wags his tail more, "Punch me!" asks the curious orange dog, "Or tug on me I guess." he says, pleased dog maybe?. The question about the bomb gets a happy nod, "Yeah! it's one of my special attacks, I make bombs like this, see?". He wobbles one paw, and a stereotypical cartoon 'bomb' appears, round, black, with a fuse that happens to be lit and slowly running out. "I can make a lot of these, it's one of my special attacks, they are not that powerful, compared to what other...". There is a pause as he realizes the bomb was lit, looks around nervously, and suddenly puts the bomb inside his large mouth, holding the snout closed with both hands. There a muffled 'boom' noise, and his form expands like a balloon for a moment, before dark smoke comes out of his snout, somehow, he looks scraped and a bit worn, despite the explosion being internal, and he sits down, "I need to be more careful with those." he mumbles.

The hyena backs off a bit and winces for a second before realizing the cartoon physics still in play and breathes a sigh of relief. "usually swallowing those is a bad idea." he chuckles giving the dog a bit of a pat before standing on his foot and taking his hand and attempting to try that stretch he was told he could attempt. "so, you have other forms other than the brick dino and this?"

Alden seems a bit dazed, "It was a bit spicy." he mumbles, before chuckling a bit, smiling and pulling back, The arm seems normal enough, but when both begin to pull harder, it seems to stretch slowly, like it was made of rubber, no real sign of discomfort from the dog. "I do, my strongest one." the now dog explains, tail still wagging a bit as he slowly gets up, "It's big!, maybe I can show you a bit later."

Urus lets go. "I like this version, bit cute and funny." he admits. "how big?" he asks honestly happy to explore this new person's skills and abilities and not have to worry about his own, besides, the cartoon-like dog is fun to be around. especially if those cartoony physics hold up.

Alden chuckles a bit, "I'm glad you think so." he says, "I think I am pretty tough, jumped down that building like this and was ok." he says. One can picture the dog either becoming a pancake on the ground, or leaving a dog-shaped mark on the ground. "It's tall! about twice as tall as a person!" the dog says, sounding happy about it. The arm snaps back like rubber.

Urus nods. "sounds impressive. anything like me in your world?" he asks curiously. "or am I still one of a kind?" he wonders, half wishing for both. "wow, does sound sturdy, but does it hurt?" he asks "sounds like it would."

Alden rubs the back of his head, "It is kind of... unpleasant for a moment, but not too bad." he says, smiling. "I have seen many animal humans in my world, a friend of mine kinda looks like you, except he is part lion, and uses a sword, not a gun."

"Sounds like I might fit in." Urus chuckles. fitting in again, wouldn't that be something... "so is there a limit to your stretching like this?" he asks "or is it far enough you don't know?"

Alden nods a few times, "I think so at least!, I'm sure Leomon might be thrilled to meet you." he begins, before he sighs, "If I get back there again." he mumbles, before chuckling, "I never got many chances to try, to be honest, now you make me curious.2

Urus pats Alden on the back "If my travels have taught me anything is that its definitely possible, however unlikely." he smiles. "hell, just a month ago I wasn't here, and now I am... for the second time. if I can blunder my way back to twisted, it's possible to go home." he says. "need someone to help you try?"

Alden is a nice surface to pat, soft and fuzzy!. He even makes a little rumble, "You are right I figure." he says, "Wait, you managed to get out of here?" he asks softly, before chuckling, rubbing his 'chin' for a moment, "It might be fun to give it a shot, never hurts knowing that kind of stuff."

Urus nods "not intentionally. another portal to another multiverse. but hey, possible." he says with a smile. "great, I should get going, got some colleagues I should meet up with but next time we meet we should give it a try yeah?"

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2020-02-07- We Didn't Start the Fire

2020-02-08T04:01:04Z

Wolfmaster97: Created page with "{{Logsummary| Title = We Didn't Start The Fire |Summary = A Phoenix fights a fire and finds and old freind too. |Who = Rayne, Urus |Date = February 07, 2020...."

{{Logsummary|
Title = We Didn't Start The Fire
|Summary = A Phoenix fights a fire and finds and old freind too.
|Who = [[Rayne]], [[Urus]]
|Date = February 07, 2020.
|Where = Zeku-Kari Beach.
|Log=

Zeku-Kari Beach

One of the most peaceful places on Twisted so far is the beach. Vast, crystal-clear waters - seeming to stretch out to eternity - whisper up to meet smooth, cool white sands. There is a street, of sorts, although it ends quickly in the grassy hill that leads down to the water. A small church squats here, with full windows and even a little tower with a bell, though it may not ring often. Down to the east, closer to the water, is a dockside with a rundown shack. The dock is safe enough, not yet stained nor eaten away by salt water, though the shack certainly looks like it's seen better days.

It's mid-day in Mabase. A lovely day at the beach, but apparently someone had the great idea of setting a bonfire so large it's causing many complaints. It's not in danger of spreading, no, the area is isolated enough from anything burnable for that. The limited fire department would see this as a 'let it just burn out' situation. But again, there are complaints from other citizens, and the original group that set the bonfire is long gone. Thus, the police have been brought in. Normally this kind of fieldwork would be up to a regular police officer to deal with. However, the department is a bit light this shift today... and on top of that, there's someone on the force well known for being resistant to fire.

And thus, Rayne Hurris, the chief herself, is standing before the massive bonfire with her face planted firmly in her palm. "...Freaking idiots," she mumbles. "Who the hell sets a beach bonfire in the middle of the morning?"

The smoke, while once the big problem alongside the fire was playing second fiddle soon to a red glow that was gathering at an exact point in the sky over the ocean not too far off. it coalessed as the color was unmistakably bright red as it seeemed to crystalize and shatter, from it a brown and white figure yells as it falls 50 feet down and splashing hard in the water. convergence... god these must be annoying. Urus is not having a great day, he's been getting thrashed in the multiverse only to ping pong out into existance over an open body of water... just great.

Rayne just stares into the fire for a moment as she considers the best way to deal with this. Play firehawk and try to carry the bits into the ocean in her bird form? Possible, but some of the chunks look too large to carry in bird form. Of course, she's taken out of this internal thought process as there's a new light source over the water, which gets her attention just in time for her to look over and get the flash right in the face. "AAAAUGH!" she shouts as her face is once again covered in her hands. This time for a different reason than a moment ago, however. She blinks the spots away as she looks out into the ocean with a light wince. "...Aaaaand now this." She sighs, shaking her head. "Well, that's a more urgent thing..." She raises her voice and starts to call out, "Is there a lifegu-" But no, there's not. Nothing so organized as that. Instead, she makes her way to the water's edge and looks out. No, she really, really doesn't want to have to go out there herself. That kind of direct physical rescue sets off her personal space issues quite hard. "Uh... Hello? Are you okay out there?" she calls out. Yeah, she's not going to be that lucky, she just knows it.

It is silent for a good 3-4 seconds before a mess of wet brown and black fur comes up with a gasp splashing around. Urus shocked by the cold water. he goes back down under for a split second before being able to paddle towards the shore. the water in his eyes messing with his vision though his ears perk at the voice... he's not heard that voice in a long time. but it couldnt be. meanwhile the dark wet fur is covering his eyes as he finally manages to get close enough to get his paws under him.

Rayne breathes out a sigh of relief as the sopping wet mass of fur seems to be able to make its way to shore under its own power. No, she's not able to recognize it for who it is... but she's fairly certain it's humanoid in shape, and thus likely a person of some sort rather than an animal. Seriously, there are so very few humanoids that aren't sentient. It's odd, really. So she instead calls out encouraging words to the poor guy as some of the other beach goers are wondering why she's not dealing with the fire yet. Not all of them, no. More are concerned about a new arrival that could potentially be drowning. One is even looking at Rayne wondering why the uniformed police officer isn't going in for the save. They don't know her. "This way!" the officer calls out. "You're almost to dry land!" She glances behind her, then looks back to the approaching form. "Uh, there's a warm fire on the land to help dry you out!" Yeah, sure. Totally planned, there. >.>

Urus gets a bit farther out and shakes off though is keeping his eyes closed because of the annoying water, his camo pants coming into veiw as he sloshes up the small slope. "ugh... thank you." he says. his accent unmistakable but a little lighter, seeming to have had enough practice to get it less heavy. regardless he drags his paws up the sand. "this has been horible day."

Rayne blinks as Urus pulls himself out of the water, then actually takes a few steps forward. That voice, that face, that clothing style, an of course that white handprint across his muzzle. There is no mistaking who this is with that handprint there. "Urus?!" she calls to him. A familiar voice, yes, and at least he'd hopefully remember why she's not coming to his more physical rescue. "This way, this way!" she calls, leading him on towards the fire. Yes, she noticed the fur in his eyes this time. That one odd onlooker that had approached actually is trying to help prop Urus up. The police officer recognized the guy, so...

Urus would usually shove off the help but today has been so rough that he openly lets this random person help. "I though it was you." he says with a half tired smile that she knows all too well. "Rayne. I have missed you." he says. "I would be more enthusiastic about all this but..." he trails off with a deep breath to keep himself going. its rather obvious the hyena is nowhere near his prime right now. in fact just about anyone might be able to take advantage of him at this point he is just that worn out. letting himself get guided in.

He's lead to a safe but warm distance from the fire, where the passerby lets him be. Rayne is a few steps closer to the fire, leaning in towards Urus slightly to look him over. "Yeah, you've looked better," she admits. "But seriously, it's... it's you? You're back here again?" She sounds... very surprised by this fact.

Urus is healthy at least at first glance, no extra wounds or anything but as described earlier looks like a good nights sleep or three would do him some good. "I've felt better." he admits with a grunt as he lays down. "Its me rayne. your a phoenix. you are or at least were second in command under kotal as a part of task." he says "you like to draw." he says to prove himself. knowing at the least the kotal thing has changed.

Rayne looks from Urus to the fire. Right, she has a job to do, still. "Yeah, well. Second no more. And TASK no more, for that matter. I'm Chief of Police, now. Speaking of which, I was actually called out here to try to disperse this damned fire... Uh... if you're warmed up yet. I think I'm just going to have to spread this out to let it burn out quicker? You'd think arguably being a fire elemental, I'd know more about how fire works..."

Urus nods, he has alot to learn. "sand, smother it in sand, find someone with a shovel or at least big hands and tell him to get to work, and yes, getting it flat-ish would help" he says sitting up with groan and a wince. "just an FYI... the multiverse sucks." he says "been way too all over the place. you would not beleive how glad I am to be here..."
Anyone who says Twisted is where they would rather be has either been there too long, been hit in the head, or somthing because those words were likely rarely if ever uttered before.

Rayne raises an eyebrow. "Glad to be /here/?" She chuckles, then looks around, then sighs. "Only one way this isn't going to hurt like hell," she mumbles as she steps away from everyone. With that said, she bursts into flames, flames that subside soon enough to reveal a large red eagle. With a very different voice, one more like the scratchy voice of an actual eagle, she says, "Time to get to work." There's a visible wince. She'd forgotten how awful her voice sounds in this form. Still, she starts handling the burning bonfire by more or less shoving the logs with her entire body. "Everyone, stay clear!" she shouts.

Urus nods. "Yes, here." he says getting up with a strained grunt before trying to help a bit by albeit weakly kicking sand onto the pyre. "You can talk like that? You never did when I was arround. When did you manage that?" He has so many questions. He just kneels to conserve strength before using said energy to cup the sand instead, hoping to cover and smother the flames at its source. of course were he more able he would be helping out alot more but. such is him right now.

Rayne says simply, "Dorian's help." She kicks a leg in emphasis: on it is a brass bangle with four garnets inset into it. "One of the gems does that." She still doesn't /like/ talking, however. She really hates her voice, but it was all they could do with the limited resources they had at the time. She manages to knock over the larger, upright logs, making them much easier to get sand to cover them. With everything spread to her satisfaction, she attempts to scoop and kick sand onto the now spread out fire, but makes a sound in frustration that wouldn't sound out of place at all from a mundane bird of prey. She hops away from the flames before shifting back, her clothes returning as well(this was something that she wasn't able to do before she had that bangle, either). "I'm pretty sure he had that made for me before I last saw you... How have you been?" At least now she's more effective at kicking sand onto the flames. It'll still take a while, though.

Urus is helping as he can, its slow going but four hands are better than two, even in his drained state. "wow. that is impressive. You had the bangle but never the other bits I dont think." he notes. he's getting the planks and branches which allows rayne to focus on the bigger logs. "It is a long story." he says. "one I would love to tell you over several shots of vodka." he admits. "Its... been a hell of a trip." he says, a closer inspection does note he is looking even mildly sleep deprived as well. whatever he's been up to has put him through the ringer.

Rayne shakes her head. "No, the bangle was always for this. That. It was new. I guess I didn't talk about it much?" It's certainly not visible under her police uniform, though. She chuckles. "Heh. I bet Blake would get you to tell the whole thing better than I could." Of course her life has moved on a bit since then, even on the social side of things. Not as much as one might expect for the amount of time, though. "Well, if you need a couch to crash on for a night or two, mine's open. You're not allergic to cats, are you?" Finally, there's just smoldering smoking logs rather than any outright flames. These, Rayne seems to have no trouble with dragging out to the sea to completely douse before pulling back to land. "I don't have much in the line of vodka at my apartment, though."

Urus stops as soon as it looks clear. staying on his nees and taking a few deep breaths. "your a good freind, beleive me, I have told you more about my life already then many others." he admits. "considering I beleive you are only remaining freind here...I would share my world, if you wanted to hear about that." he offers. there is a tinge of longing in his voice as he mentions she's the only one, knowing in his travel he's left behind not one but two families who will do fine and well without him. "Yes, I'm covered in fur but my body specifically doesnt like cat fur." he says with mild sarcasm. "no, I very much appreciate the offer. and the lack of drink is fine, I will even take plain water."

Rayne raises her hands, "Hey, I don't know how allergies work! I mean, hair is technically fur, and, you know, people can be! But yeah, Yin has probably coated my couch in fur again since I left my apartment this morning." The cat is new: Rayne never once mentioned having adopted any pets. "And really, for Vodka, we'd pass the Usual on the way there, too. Because of /course/ the Usual is still there. You, uh, good to walk?"

Urus cocks an eyebrow, suddenly realizing the fact. "You have pets? Your not going to keep me as one are you?" He teases with a chuckle. Seems he hasnt lost his horible sense of humor. He stands up and nods. "yeah, just dont expect alot more than a gentle walk."

Rayne makes a displeased face. "Ugh. No. You have even more fur than the two of them do combined. I've got enough trouble keeping the cat hair off my couch as it is, but I'll make that sacrifice for a few days so you can get back on your own feet." She's not completely lost hers, either, thankfully. She then looks down at herself and sighs. "Of course, I'm still on duty." She managed to forget that, it seems. "You might want to recuperate at the Usual while I finish off the shift, I guess. Might manage to not have to stay late this time." As she says this, it's like the energy is leached off of her. She just looks exhausted.

Urus considers his options. "you need some help with that? I think I have enough energy to get somewhere and..." he pauses and swallows a bit unsure why the hell he's suggesting it. "hellp you with your paperwork. so we can both get done."

Rayne looks at Urus for a moment with a lowered eyebrow and a frown, then shakes her head. "No, can't do that. Can't have someone outside the force just... sitting in my office doing my paperwork. Thanks for the offer, but... yeah, no. Besides, there's more than just paperwork involved."

Urus is honestly a bit releived. "then I will meet you back at the usual. I've been dying to talk to someone that doesnt want to kill me." he says honestly.

Rayne nods. "Right. I'll show you the way. It, uh, isn't the same since the dimensional tearing incident." And then she's motioning towards the road and starting to walk. Really? she just drops 'dimensional tearing incident' and keeps walking?

Urus nods. "not serious enough where I have to worry about being dimentionally torn myself right? been through enough of that today." he says not seeming to be joking around. Urus oddly seems pretty unphased by the statement as well. though likely for different reasons.

Rayne shakes her head. "No, no, things got stable again. Just... everything's kinda... rearranged." She makes it to the street and looks both ways before saying, "...Just don't be surprised by floating bits of land and the edge of the world when you come across them."

Urus raises an eyebrow. "floating land? jeez, this place did get screwed around." he says. "Is there anything left or?" he asks. he shakes his head, looks like there is alot of learning to do again. "whatever the case, I'm back, and I promice to try and not cause too much trouble."

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Urus

2016-07-11T02:18:12Z

Wolfmaster97:

{{2014Profile|
|Image=THE%20DIFINITAVE%20URUS%20PIC.png
|Name=Urus Deravin
|Series=Original
|Class=Mercenary
|Alignment=Neutral
|Gender=Male
|Species=Hyena-Human hybrid
|Age=32
|Birthdate=August 13, 2106
|Height=6'1"
|Weight=187lbs
|Short=A walking talking hyena with a sick sense of humor.
|Desc=The creature before you is what happens when science allows man to mix human DNA with animals. It seems the example before you comes from hyena stock. At 6’1” he’s taller than your average person, mostly due to his long digitigrade legs which seem too thin near the ground to hold up the rest of it up, but gets bigger and more natural looking near the thighs. The legs end in large paws, falling slightly short but much wider than a human’s foot. From each of his four toes sprouts sharp obsidian black claws. A dewclaw extends a few inches up on the inside each leg. His body seems neither overly muscular, nor does it seem thin, bringing minor bulk and no extra definition. Similarly built arms end in normal five fingered hands with the exception of more obsidian black claws on the ends of each of the fingers. A short tail grows out from the waistline. the other portion of his extended height is a mildly elongated neck. A hyena’s head caps the figure, two brown eyes staring back. Vicious looking pointed teeth fill the large mouth. A thin, long scar runs down from His nose to its cheekbone. Meanwhile two pointed ears stand atop the head, the right one appearing to have a sizable chunk torn from it.a strange hand shaped white mark in the fur seems to go over the muzzle. The entire mass is covered top to bottom in course, dirty, brown fur. Medium sized black spots randomly spatter the brown canvas.

As for clothing it seems sparse, the outfit looking more at home at an NRA meeting than for actual combat. Snow camo cargo pants are worn just below the waistline seeming to be dropped that far for the reason of baring the tail. It fits loosely around the legs, stopping at the ankle. Its several velcroed pouches seem full, two are placed on the outside of each lower leg, one on either side, large enough to fit an entire hand in. two thin pouches are positioned on the upper left leg, parallel, one right next to the other. A black leather bandolier hangs from his left shoulder, the bottom most portion of it laying at the opposite hip. It is lined all the way around with small 9mm pistol ammunition. His weapon of choice is draped by a sling on his right shoulder, the weapon itself settling where his left hand naturally lies. The weapon itself is an MP5SD-N1, an internally silenced version of the Venerable MP5 German 9mm submachinegun. A solid titanium stock hangs out behind him like a second tail. The entire matte black weapon is covered in silver scratches from front to back due to wear and tear. If one looks closely the letters L and D are etched in, the silver metal showing through. The lettering superimposed upon one another, just above the chamber.

|Skills=Abilities:

Savage Bite: hyenas have an extremely strong bite force up to 1100 psi (the force to crack a human skull is around 400 psi)

Side effects to a recipiant can include but is not limited to bruises, internal and/or external bleeding, pain at the application site, broken bones, and in serious cases death. Call your doctor if side effects persist.

Unretractable claws: Urus like his natural bretheren have sizeable sharp claws on the hands and feet.

Skills:

Marksmanship: Urus is well trained with ranged weapons, being able to use most ranged weapons effectively such as rifles or pistols, and to a lesser extent objects such as crossbows, any weapon with a trigger mechanism that is point and shoot.

Hand to hand combat: Urus has extensice knowledge and experience with grappling and disarming techniques used by modern military forces.

Survival: Between his animal instincts and training, living off the grid in the middle of nowhere for extended periods of time is a cakewalk for him.

Language training: Originaly speaking Russian from a young age he has also learned english moderatly well as to be able to speak with the majority of the other space faring humans.

First aid: he has knowledge of how to heal light wounds and set broken bones in the feild. he does not however have a medical license of any kind nor does he have the knowlege to heal anything else really.

|Stats=PHYSICAL ABILITY: 6

KNOWLEDGE: 5

MAGICAL KNOWLEDGE: 0

SUPERHUMAN ABILITY: 0

|Logs={{Template:Logs}}
|}} 
==Background==
The year is 2138 (at least on earth). The human race has learned the art of advanced space travel and has inhabited several different worlds, and with the expansion of "Civilization", the law has been unable to keep up. In the outer worlds the rule of thumb is "Anything can be aquired, For the right price". Many loners, unscrupulus individuals, and people who are looking for a quick buck have made this their profession of choice. Because of the dangers posed by transporting such material, escorts or esseentialy armed guards were needed to keep both the cargo and the smugglers safe.

The problem being that there are a lot of these people who are looking to make a quick buck, and not enough jobs to go around. Urus Deravin was one of those people. Born in a primarily russian off world colony, manners were never his strong suit. He specialized in close combat and was usualy hired on as an escort for the smugglers in case of complications. After years of work he was phased out by better geared and and younger escorts. Down on his luck he searched furiously to find some way to get his life back.

He came across the Zouhtech genetics lab, who were known for having strange experiments being tested every day of the year. They told Urus that they would pay him for a test. By using hyena DNA they said it would make him stronger, smarter and more instictual. seeing the possibility of aquireing an edge in the escort market again as well as being paid, he agreed to go along with the test. The test did what is was meant to do, with unforseen side effects he was stronger but his body morphed and changed becoming a hybrid of both man and hyena. The test also warped his mind, as he started to act more like the creature he now resembled.

his new form, despite being strange for some people got him noticed for larger and more risky jobs. As of late his last job was an armored ship that was said to have a prince's inheritance in wealth aboard, and that half would be his if he was able to secure it. what he didn't know was that the guards aboard were ready for that type of situation. They were armed with ion disruptors, which were said to destroy objects so completely that there is no discernible trace that the object even existed. The law of matter is that matter cannot be created or destroyed, so where does it go? Hazard a guess on where!?
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2016-07-11T02:16:15Z

Wolfmaster97:

2016-06-26 (PostU) So much for patrol.

2016-06-27T23:54:19Z

Wolfmaster97:

{{Logsummary|
Title = So Much for Patrol
|Summary = While the Cerberus is on patrol, they are stopped by many people.
|Who = [[The_Trio]], [[Sae]], [[Doommuffin]], [[Edward]], [[Flandre]]
|Date = June 26, 2016.
|Where = [[Park Road]].
|Log=

Sae hums to herself as she returns from an afternoon day at the school's gym, walking idly doing the street with a big smile. She's dressed in a white, snug fitting t-shirt and a pair of red athletic bloomers, occasionally twirling and oftentimes walking with her eyes closed, not a care in the world!

The Brothers are on patrol considering Kotal and company are busy with their project. They happen to be coming down by the school. Ever since the Halloween party debacle there has been a heavier patrol schedule in this area, and it was their turn anyhow. As they walk by, Jackson calls out to the student "Hello mam how are you today, good it seems like." Her actions making it rather blatant that she is enjoying today. they have their standard task uniform... which is for them adding Task badge dog tags to the usual dangle from each of the collars.

Sae had both hands behind her back, chest stuck out and eyes closed when the trio would notice her, one leg going straight out then stepping forward without bending it, humming a louder tune as she'd meander out of the school. "Mmm?" she answered, peeking out of one eye since she didn't recognize the voice. That's when both would open and she'd freeze in place, mouth hanging open. "Oh..my..gosh! You're a HUGE doggy!", rushing over to them and bouncing in place right in front of her new friend! Most girls -especially short ones like Sae- would be afraid of a rather tough looking beast like him, but she couldn't care less! "Mhmhmhmhmhmhm! It is! I just got done with gym practice! Am all icky and sweaty or otherwise I'd huge the HECK out of you right now! Never seen a three-in-one doggy! Are you each.." she leans in with wide eyes, peering at each head in turn. "..different?"

The Cerberus as a whole looks absolutely surprised as they are suddenly met with absolute exuberance. This surprise though does not take long to settle because they have come to expect this out of some people. Buster rolls his eyes as Sae asks the question as if everyone should know this. Jackson reminds buster "At least she inquired and did not assume." Then he turns his attention to Sae again and responds "Thank you for the thought but we are on duty... and yes, we are different, some of us," he says turning his head slightly as to indicate Buster on his left, "make that fact more known and important than others." Rex introduces, giving off the same perky energy that Sae is giving off "Hi there, I am Rex, who are you?"

Sae feeds off the happy energy that Rex is giving her, giggling with joy. "Rex Rex! I'm extra-awesome now that I just made a cute new friend! Well..friends?" she questions with a brief tilt to her head, hands on her hips, thinking. "Friends! Mhm! Plural!". With that, she suddenly wraps her arms around Rex's neck and gives him a firm hug! She's a tad bit sweaty as she presses her body to the friendlier of the trio, but it's nothing terribly bad since she's dried off! "And uuuu! Are you with task? I have a buncha friends who work there! Do you know Miss Ren?! She's like, a super colorful floaty sea-sluggy!"

Buster continues to impress upon the subject while it is still on the table, "plural, yes. If you don't mind, we are three individuals that just happen to come as a package deal, K?" Rex, although he would respond but he is too busy being hugged, which is absolutely ok with him. If it was up to him he would stay there all day and let her do that. Jackson continues to answer the questions. “Yes, I see you noticed the tags. Mrs Ren is a good friend of ours and works with our girl." He mentions "I am glad to see someone have a good time around here; I swear half the populace is in a perpetual state of dissatisfaction."

Sae keeps hugging Rex, though the grip loosens until she's more just hanging her arms around his neck, unable to suppress her smiles at how nice it is. "I haven't gotten to pet a doggy in /ages/. This is really nice! So thanks Mister Rex!". Leaning against him now, she turns to look at the other two and nods. "I know right?! It's sooo silly! I've got everything I could ever want though. Cute classes, a cute kitten, lots of nice adorable friends, and best of all..a girlfriend! Flan-chan's mega nice and adorable! So is nothing to do but smile around here, y'knows?". Jackson's response does get her to gasp though. "Your girl?! Do you have a lil puppy girl or something?! That sounds awesome!

Rex has always been one for being public relations. "Of course Ms. ummmm....ummm." having not been told ,Buster does decide to ask, "Yes what is your name?" they sit down allowing plenty of solid real estate for her to lean on. " A kitten? That's cool, have not seen one of those in a while myself. Flan, as in Flandre? Heard quite a bit about her..." he says trailing off on that subject, obviously not all of it nice. He sort of laughs when Sae thinks it's another puppy he is talking about. "No no no... not a puppy girl, Owl." He says seeing if she is confused, and elaborates. "Mrs. Minu took us in when we converged, can't bark the praises high enough."

"OH oh! Silly me! I'm Sae! Nakata Sae! You can just call me Sae though!", Sae answers, obviously not one for formalities considering the hugs and general giggly demeanor! "And yush! T hat Flan! She's mega super nice and cuddly and cute and she picks me up lots! We even snuggle in our big princess bed every single night!", smiling so wide. Flandre might be quite the violent vampiress in many circumstances, but she mellows considerably around her girlfriend. Sae hasn't even *noticed* the fact she's kinda sorta evil yet, since to her she couldn't be kinder! "Ooooh! Miss Minu! I think I've run into her at the Usual sometimes! I waitress there a couple of days a week! It's sooooooooooooo fun. I get to meet all sorts of people and make them sweets and desserts and stuff! It's nice!"

"Nice to meet you Sae" Jackson greets. Buster coughs up a not so subtle "Aghem..." to the other two seeing if they get the memo. They stand back up on all fours as Jackson comments "Yes, yes, we should continue our patrol, feel free to walk with us if you like but we must continue our route, if we don't Mrvaro will come by and see we are not doing our job. " Rex gives Sae the classic Puppy eyes looking up at her begging, "Please come with us, we could use a little company." They begin to pad off down the road and toward Cemetery lane.

Edward chooses this moment to turn a corner just down the street, hand stuffed in his pockets. Having noticed Sae there, he pulls a hand out to wave at her, but it pauses halfway up, as the teen goes stock still; realizing in fact that the girl is not talking to three individuals, but in fact a three headed dog. Even over the past month of surprises, this is one of the stranger things he's seen.

Sae simply can't resist those puppy dog eyes! Sure, even without them she'd happily accompany the cute trio, but with them well..she does one better! As they walk, Sae leans against Rex's neck, stroking up and down the bottom of his neck and down to the tummy. "Mhmm..can't say no to puppy dog eyes!", giggling. "What're you patrolling for anyways? More face hugging things? Poor Rayne looked all sorts of sad after on of those got to her! So be careful you three! Lots too adorable to be sad from face-nomming things!". Gently, she scritches behind Rex's ears, curious if he'll enjoy. "Oh! Which one of you controls the body and stuffs anyway? That's kinda cute!". At that, she sees Edward frozen still and waves to him, giggling. "Edward Edward! Have you met these threeeeee?"

"well," Jackson answers "patrols are for creatures like that, yes, as well as simply to help keep the peace. Having an officer in every district at a time allows for rapid response of qualified personnel. Having to send someone from the TASK building every time someone had trouble, would be inefficient at best." The tail seems to go down though as talk of the face huggers goes on and Rex's ears go back remembering about the time they almost got him. They walk on slowly considering Sae seems to be calling someone over. Buster takes over for the mechanical question. "We all sort of do, any one of us can take control, however we have an understanding to ask and tell each other what we are doing. The number one rule is never move while someone is sleeping, its disorienting, it's weird, and its rude... waking up in an entirely different area then when you went to sleep." It seems he is talking from experience.

Edward recovers from his shock quickly enough, and with a quick glance up at the cloud cover, he continues on down the street, finishing that wave. "Hello, Sae... it's nice to see you again." A very carefully neutral expression on his face, he turns to look at the Trio, moving his whole body to do it, and pauses, ten or fifteen feet or so away. "I can't say that I've had the pleasure, no."

Sae says, "Thanks for that giant-big tip last time Edward! I bought a cute little bed for my kitten with it! She likes it lots!", still oblivious the kitten she and Flan share is a task plant to keep eyes on Flan. Or a boy, for that matter. "That makes a buncha sense though! It'd be super silly to wake up some other place. Could be nice for patrolling maybe, though! IF you gotta do it for a long time. One doggy sleeps, another walks!", shrugging and turning her attention back to Rex. "Dun worry silly! If any face hugger tries to get you, I'll get Flan to kick it's butt! she's SUPER strong! She can pick me up with one arm!""
Sae also pets Rex EXTRA much!

The trio turns around and sits because they understand that a dog of their size standing up can be intimidating. "Hello Mr. Edward" Jackson greets. "This is Rex" he says nodding his head over to his right. "And this is Buster." He says nodding his head in the other direction. "Hi there!" Rex greets, while buster merely nods his head. "would you like to join our patrol?" Jackson asks the newcomer. "If so, do not hesitate to come along." He mentions as they stand back up and continue walking down the street, sort of scanning the area.

Edward lightly raises a hand to rub his chin a little bit. Surprisingly polite, for a dog. "It's... just Edward is fine. But it's nice to meet you. And yes, I think I'll join you." He falls in pace with the Cerberus and Sae relatively smoothly, taking care to put himself at least somewhat downwind of the dog. "Well, then, Sae, I'm glad to hear that. So, your friends here..." He gestures vaguely in the Trio's direction. "Police dogs?"

Sae chimes in to Edward with a "Rex is the cuddliest of the bunch it looks like! Followed by Jackson! And if you ever wanna hug or a pet Buster, you just let me know kay?", like the order of who likes cuddles the most is somehow remotely important to someone like Edward. "They are though! They work at Task like Ren and Ranye and stuffs!", scritching under Rex's chin she prrrrs "Good police doggy..good good doggy! Protecting peoples!". It's not even remotely patronizing, at least from her perspective. She loves getting praised like that, so surely Rex would too! "That reminds me though! You should stop by the Usual when I'm working Rex!"

Down the hill from the S-Mart tromps what... appears to be a blue robotic lion or tiger. On its back is something that stands out almost as much: a three foot tall woman with bright green hair and plate armor adorned with a skeletal motif, and rather complex looking goggles which are currently resting on her forehead... revealing glowing blue eyes just below them. She doesn't seem to be paying the others any attention for the moment as the robot cat turns towards the center of town once it reaches the sidewalk.

"Alright, Just Edward" Buster says smirking and looking behind him as well as he can at Edward. Jackson finds Edward's assessment pretty accurate. "Police dogs, yes, accept we do not need a handler and have the ability to arrest someone if need be." Patronizing or not Rex, continues to allow her to love him, putting up no fight. He spots Doom and her cat trailing down the street and stops sort of in their path. "Sae" Jackson says " you mind holding up your hand for us." As the battle cat comes closer Jackson does shout out to the gnome atop the mechanical beast. "Excuse me but would you please jump off the cat...TASK Officers."

Edward, as he follows along, looks up in the direction that Jackson starts shouting - at least this time, his expression of surprise is much more human, only a slight widening of eyes. In perfectly conversational tones, he says to no one in particular, "You know, I'm sure at some point I'm going to stop getting surprised by sights like these..."

Sae looks to Edward with a big nod! "Mhm! You met Ren right? I'm surprised anything can surprise you after her! She's gotta be the most alien thingy in this place, right? Is still mega adorable for it though!", smiling wide. The dressed for gym schoolgirl holds up her hand when Jackson tells her, but only reluctantly, restraining herself to not pet even more. "Doom-y! Hi!", rushing over to her and bending down to look her mount in the eye. "Who's a good ghostie kitty..yes you are..yes YOU are!". Yeesh! This girl has no fear.

Doommuffin tilts her head and asks in her odd, echoey voice, "Jump off? Why should I? What appears to be the problem, officers?" Despite her words and tone, she does in fact drop off from the robotic cat's back. "I have a considerable amount of work to be done to complete the rebuilding process of my work shed, I will have you know, so I would be most appreciative if you do not take up a large amount of my time." An eyebrow is raised at Sae's greeting, but she says nothing directly to her as the girl immediately switches her focus to the robotic cat.

Speaking of said robotic cat, its response to Sae's praises is simply to meow. It is not a sound that really fits the robotic body at all; it is the sound of a Siamese cat, though it has the same creepy, echoey quality as the gnome's voice.

A dark red cloud approaches the group from the sky. It carries with it a faint sound of flapping wings and light screeches. It appears that it’s no low cloud, but in fact, a multitude of tiny red colored bats that swarm about.

The bats move in unison across the sky and circle the area directly above the gathered group. After a moment to inspect their surroundings, the bats make a dive for the ground and collide with the pavement.. They pile one after another, and soon, the bats begin to fuse together into a small human like figure with large wings. Once the figure begins to take full shape and color, it would become obvious who it truly is. It’s Flandre!

"Hihi!" The girl with red eyes smiles widely and skips over to the gathered there waving to everyone. She's wearing her usual crimson red dress and mob cap. "DM, hi there." She waves at the gnome and mechanical cat before walking over to Sae and poking her on the back. "Hello, pet." She says with an impish smile. The Trio she eyes curiously having not seen the Cerberus before, but it’s the appearance of Edward which draw her large red eyes in surprise. "Oh!" Her eyebrows go up and the lips of the little girl curl up in delight. "Another child of the night. Hello brother." Yes, it does appear a vampire can recognize their own when they see them.

Edward was about to reach out to try and pull Sae back and away from the robot death cat, but bats coalescing into a human... or at least a humanish figure, is just the cherry on this day of surprising people and surprising situations. He stares back at Flandre as she addresses him, his own amber eyes locking onto her crimson ones. Not bothering to address her accusation (denying it would only draw attention to the comparison), Edward replies in a cool, neutral tone, "Miss Flandre, I presume?"

Jackson reassures Doom, “Nothing is the problem miss. I need to see your quadrupedal mount permit, just a standard check. You understand that all vehicles and mounts get checked by TASK in case of theft or unforeseen circumstance pertaining individuals with them." Rex is keeping an eye on the rest and enjoying having all the new people around. "Hi there!" He calls out to Flandre in his overly cheerful tone that he keeps picking up from Sae's exuberance. They stand firm looking official for the check. Buster keeps an eye on the cat considering it is sentient. The thing is Deathcake would be looking at each other eye to eye considering each are about the same size.

Sae seems entirely unperturbed by well..literally any of this. Robo cat sounding like a real -if rather echoy- cat? It just gets a giggle from her! "Awww! I forgot your kitty's name Doomy! What's it aga-FLANNNNN!". She rushes over to the swarm of bats and gives her girlfriend a biiiig hug, spinning her around and bouncing up and down! "Flan Flan Flan! Meet! Rex!", pointing at the right most head on the trio, bouncing from foot to foot in her gym uniform of a white t-shirt and red bloomers. "He loves pets! And and and, he looked kinda scared of the face hugging guys, but I told him you were SUPER strong so it'll be okay! Watch Watch Rex! Flan can pick me up SUPER easy!", sticking both arms up into the air and waiting for the equally small vampire to pick her up. Looking to Edward, she hmmms! "Whoa! You're a vampire too?! Cute! It feels nice to be nibbled on!"

Doommuffin just looks at Jackson for a moment. "My mount permit? Wow... No one has asked about that in... ages. Please, hold on just a moment while I seek it out..." She starts looking through the small bags on her belt, rummaging through them as she mumbles, "Honestly, I did not think such a thing even mattered here, but... Aha! Here." She hands over the document... which doesn't appear to be from Twisted at all. It does, however, declare her to be permitted to use mounts, including all land mounts such as horses, mechano-striders, sabers, rams, elekks, etc, as well as flying mounts. It mentions specifically that she is permitted to fly in Eastern Kingdoms, Kalimdor, Outland, Northrend, Pandaria, and Draenor. "If you are going to claim that I should have registered here, then I am going to have to complain that no such effort to explain such a thing has ever been explained to me, and I will register complaints that your vaunted 'Welcome Center' was created far too late to be of any help to myself and Deathcake."

"Oof!!" Flandre isn't particularly the dignified sort being kind of deranged and all, but all pretense of being a composed, high class vampire goes right out the window when Sae SLAMS into her with a tackle hug. Thankfully, Flandre is of the same hyperactive kin as Sae and simply hugs her girlfriend and begins twirling her around while giggling. "Sae Sae!" She laughs and rubs her cheeks with the girl. "Have you been making friends?" The vampire girl turns to the Cerberus in question and smiles at them cheekily right before proving her strength by lifting Sae right over her head. Then she even makes a pose and puts one hand on her hip whilst holding her girlfriend up with one arm only. "Ta-da!"

Setting Sae down, she readjusts her gaze back to Edward and gives him a polite curtsy. "The very same!" The vampire girl with the crystalline wings grins showing her fanged teeth. "Heard of me I take it?" Asks she whilst she wraps one arm around Sae's waist.

Edward just stares at Flandre's display of strength, the way she rubs up against the other girl, the wings, the overt fangs... it's all a lot to take in. One thing's for certain... vampires they may both be, but Edward suspects he has very little in common with this girl. He closes his eyes at Sae's question, incredulity battling with self-loathing, and finally admits, "...I am." Shaking his head abruptly, with a distant expression, he replies, "I have, yes. You seem to be quite well known in these parts." He takes a few steps away from Doommuffin and her battle cat, letting her and the 'officer' do their thing without his interference.

"Wow that's cool" Rex agrees as Flandre's strength is tested. He is able to be distractible and that is what his brothers know him to do. As for the battle cat. "yes it does matter here. Mhmmm. Mhmm ok. I.." he is about to say something when she gives her excuse. "hmmm. Tell you what mam, I will let you go for now but I must implore you that you should get the proper permit, as directed by TASK. Seeing as you have a good alibi and you are in a rush I will leave you be for today. Get it within the next one to two weeks, I do not want the bureaucracy to hurt people it does not have to, besides, despite the obvious fact my brother is not a cat person, we do not want anything to happen to it either. Thank you for your cooperation, have a nice day." Jackson finishes as the body turns so that all three can see the others. "Flandre, doing well I hope, not getting into any trouble?"

Looking to Flan, Sae replies "I have I have! I made..three new friends? Or one! Depending on how you look at it! I'm gonna say three though, just cause they all like different amounts of pets!", giggling as she's picked up with the utmost of ease by her girlfriend. Back on the ground, she leans in to the equally short Flandre, occasionally nibbling and ear or smooching her cheek, just cause she loves being all lovey and PDA-y. "Oh oh! Flan! We should introduce our kitty to Doom-y's ghosty cat! I'm sure they'd be two peas in a pod! To kitties in a litter?" Sae chuckles, then grabs the vampire girl's hand and tugs her over towards Edward. "I meant to ask you sometime! How'd you get your blood around here anyways? Flan bites me bunches -pulling her t-shirt's collar down enough to see two small pin-pricks on her neck. "-but I've never seen you with someone that looks..nommable?"

Doommuffin rolls the document back up and replaces it into the pouch. "Honestly. There should be documentation that such things are needed. Now what was the purpose of stopping me today to begin with? I have ridden atop Deathcake numerous times, and no one has said a thing in complaint! Why, even that less than averagely intelligent orc I ran through merely stapled his gut closed again. Well, I suppose there was some combat, but there was no concern over if I was authorized or not!" She huffs out a breath of air in irritation. Not that the undead gnome needs to breathe, mind you. Deathcake, meanwhile, sits on his haunches and looks around. Anyone would easily be able to tell that the robot doesn't seem to have any intelligence beyond that of a normal housecat.

Flandre seems perfectly comfortable with Sae's public displays of affections. She smiles pleasantly and lets her girlfriend kiss her cheek and nibble on her ear as her heart desires, all whilst keeping a perfectly pleased face to all those around her. Flandre doesn't know the Cerberus personally, but even she knows of TASK and that they are the local police, so she better not mess with them. After all, Reimu was the police back in Gensokyo and no one messed with her, it makes sense it'd be the same here. "I haven't gotten in trouble.. recently." She gets shifty eyed as the talking dog with three heads question her and giggles a little when Sae suggests that their pet should meet with Deathcake. "I don't think Jimmy would like to play with a kitty that big, Sae." She's pulled towards Edward by her girl and she scratches the back of her head looking a bit embarrassed. "Aheh, I don't know if I should say I'm popular around here or anything." Everyone seems to like her at school after all, or is utterly terrified of her, which in her opinion is exactly the same! Sae does bring a good question about Eddy though and Flandre leans forward with a serious face that seems at odd with how young she looks. "Oh, yes, you should get a thrall if you haven't already. Hunting isn't really allowed here and Morgana would be most displeased."

Edward - with another sideways glance at the robot cat (robot cat!) - looks back at Flandre and Sae for a moment, taking half a step back as they close in. In a cold voice, he says, "I don't eat humans." After a moment, though, he lets out a sigh. It really seems that Rayne was right - no one seems to care, which, although it seems insane, is their business. Realizing he's in something of a snit, he says, in softer tones, "I'm sorry, that was rude of me. I'm just used to being a little more... circumspect."

There is a sigh from Jackson as he turns his head toward doom, angling the body as to do such. "Mam there is documentation that such things are needed, however these checks are both at random and necessary to keep the peace. I will talk with my superiors about this matter but in the meantime, please help me help you. As for orcs we have no official records of a fight with orcs with a c. now if you are talking about ork with a k, officers are already on it, but if not please bestow upon me your knowledge so that we can take care of it for you." Rex, at the mention of playing, perks up, "we have plenty of off time, we might be able to come over some time and say hi if you want." He offers. Buster attempts to console Edward despite him being the rougher of the three. "Hey, I was used to knowing absolutely no one but my master, you learn quickly out here what is and is not acceptable that is different than home. Do not hesitate to try new things if it sounds good to you. As long as there is no law against it, you are fine."

Sae tilts her head again at Edwards comment, thinking it over. "You don't..eat humans?". She turns to Flan, murmuring "Flan-love Flan-love, don't vampires gotta nibble on human peoples? Or is it jus' that we taste better or something?", humming and gently nibbling her little vampire's neck, then doing the same to her own wrist. "Tastes the same to me! OH! I know! Edward Edward! We've got all sorts of people around here if you don't like how humans taste! We've got fssssst-y sea slug girls and orkies and dwarfies and.." she peeks at DM "..undead dwarfies? Though I don't quite think she'd be up for that. Still! I'm sure we've got something to your tastes /somewhere/ on Twisted! Lotsa guys too, if that's what you like!", flashing him a smile with her arm around Flan's waist, other hand on her own waist. It seemed perfectly naturally to Sae that she liked other girls, and given how darn romantic being fed on seems to her -not to mention all the pampering that comes after when she's all light headed- the girl couldn't quite fathom that someone might not want to feed on human's for moral reasons, which is presumably(?) the case with Edward.

Doommuffin rolls her eyes, though with the glow it can be hard to tell. "Of course, of course. I hardly think the local spelling truly makes that much of a difference, but I assure you, I am fully capable of protecting myself, thank you very much. I have killed more than my share of orcs on my home world, and these ones don't seem any more dangerous, only less intelligent and seemingly unaware of pain. Well, if you are done here, then I shall be on my way back to the beach to resume my work." With that said, she turns to Deathcake, who gets back up to his feet. She climbs back up onto the robot and the robotic cat starts making its way back to the east. As she's referred to as a dwarf, however, Doommuffin stops Deathcake in his tracks and looks back at Sae with a bit of a dirty look. "I am not a dwarf! I am a gnome, thank you very much!" She lets out an indignant sound again as Deathcake resumes his walk.

Like Sae, Flandre seems equally confused by Edward's statement that he doesn't eat humans. The very thought of it sends Flandre's already quite fractured mind for a loop. "You shouldn't like about things like that." She says simply, not even giving a moment's consideration that Edward might be telling the truth. He smells like a vampire and eating humans is what vampires do, there's no two ways about her for little Flandre.

"Why does it sound like you're embarrassed about it?" Flandre continues to ask as she gives Eddy an odd stare before turning her gaze a little up to her girlfriend. "Mhm, we need blood to survive. Otherwise we go crazy if we haven't had blood. It’s not pretty." And that's coming from someone who has a much lower threshold on going berserk without blood. The longest Flandre has gone without drinking blood is at best a few days without going into a rampage.

Flandre keeps her hold on Sae's waist and caresses the girl gently whilst she goes on to explain the possibilities Edward has here in terms of food. Honestly though, Flandre looks worried about a fellow vampire not getting the nutrition he needs. Flandre knows fully well how horrible it feels to blood starved and she doesn't wish that feeling on anyone. "If you are having problems eating." Flandre adds as Sae finishes with her explanation. "Maybe you should go to the beach and talk to Morgana. She's an ancient child of the night, much older than I even. She might sing for you and give you candy, that always makes me feel better." The girl smiles. "I hear she is with child too so she might want presents."

As Sae commits a faux pas and calls DM a dwarf, Flandre grabs the girl by her hand and playfully slaps her wrist. "Don't be rude, Sae. DM is a gnome. The dwarf one is called Muradin." Then she playfully pulls on her ear before kissing her cheek.

Edward shakes his head a few times at that. In an aside to Buster, he says, "No need to worry. I have no intention of breaking the law."

In reality, Flandre and he couldn't really be much different, despite their shared diet. "It's... not a question of having problems eating. I prefer to hunt animals." This is... only partially a lie. It's close enough, anyway. But Edward feels like he's on familiar enough ground, now - having his preferences challenged is not new to him. He can't help but chuckle a little, shaking his head at Sae, not looking at her directly, as though it could get the near-maddening scent of her blood out of his nostrils. "It's not a question of not being into men or women... I just don't want to hurt anyone."

As doom leaves, Jackson shakes his head and pads to the rest of the group. "Alright that is settled and..." he pauses as a Sangheili comes along the same route they were taking, in TASK uniform and looks at the pups annoyed. Moves through the crowd that had formed to get to Jackson and whispers with him. "Was a mount permit check. Standard fare." After a few seconds Jackson says indignantly "yes that is a thing!" after a few more seconds they both nod and the officer heads off down the road. "erm sorry about that guys... we were on duty." Buster looks to Flandre and scoffs. "Sending him to morgana, were you not told to stay out of trouble, which means also not endangering others." He explains to Edward "there are four people who live out on the beach and they took out a nest of, you know what a xenomorph is? Big, nasty, acidic blood, well anyways an entire hive of those between the four of them, one or two of them have some questionable people skills. That one on the cat that just walked by... that was one of them. Personally I don't want to be anywhere near them myself, Kotal has some problems with them so..." and it really boils down to Kotal with Buster's opinion most times. At least with things he has not seen before.

Sae nods and listens intently to everything Flandre says, doing her best to remember it all since it pays to know about your girlfriend's species, after all! "Mhm! That's what I thought and stuffs. You should totally figure something out then, Edward! Flan's right though! Morgana might be able to hook you up with something! And sides that, there's probably /someone/ around here who doesn't mind being nommed on by a vampire! I don't myself, but I'm all Flan's! And Morg's gotta adorable dwarf-y husband who probably doesn't mind either..?" tone rising at the end like she's not entirely sure, just assuming things. Looking to the trio, she shakes her head! "Flan-chan's not causing trouble though! Least, I don't think so? I've met Morgana before and she was /SUPER/ nice! She even made me a pearl necklace all by herself! With stuffs she picked herself too! Was cute!". Sae's carefree, happy nature and the fact that she found cute in the most scary of things had led to many of the island's more dangerous residents taking a liking too her. Flan being one of them, of course, but even Morgana had found the girl's happy-go-lucky attitude disarming, and thus she'd yet to encounter the bad side of the siren herself. Not even a hint of it!

"Anywhose! Did you wanna get going soon Flan-chan? I needa take a shower and a nap soon after all that gym stuffs. All sweaty and tired! Can feed in the shower or in bed if you wanna! Always helps me sleep better when you do it before bedtime!", being extremely open about being fed on in hopes of convincing Edward it's not hurting people! Sae's smiling after all!

Flandre pouts a little as she's chastised by the Trio when she suggests that Edward seeks Morgana out for help. "But she's the elder." Argues the childish looking vampire to the Cerberus. Just like Sae, Flandre had too sought out Morgana and even though both are extremely dangerous creatures, their relationship is one of surrogate mother and daughter. Flandre too has no reason to fear of Morgana, so she doesn't think that Edward could do wrong by seeking the mermaid vampire's assistance. "Morgana should sing for him. It'll make him feel better." Looks like the tiny vampire girl is adamant about Edward seeking out this Morgana lady.

"You are hurting yourself if you don't feed properly." Flandre says next as Edward reveals that he only drinks from animals due to a self-imposed desire of not wanting to hurt others. Flandre knows exactly what he's talking about, but she has long stopped believing that it’s a thing. "There are humans here that do not mind being our pets. Find a willing thrall and bond with them. You'll have the happiness that you seek just as I have."

That said, she smiles over at Sae and gives her a soft kiss on her lips as she requests going back home. "Of course, Sae. Let us go." Without asking permission, Flandre simply sweeps Sae off her feet and carries the girl bridal style before slowly taking to the air with a flap of her crystalline wings. "Have a good night." She says with a spark of her red eyes before taking to the skies with Sae in arms.

Edward shakes his head a little bit at that, sighing, but doesn't belabor the point. To both Buster and Flandre, on the advice to go seek out Morgana, he says, "I... suppose I'll have to take it under advisement. Thank you for your advice, both of you." He looks about to add more, then shakes his head again, offers a wave to both Flandre and Sae. "Have a good night, Sae, Flandre."

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2016-06-26 (PostU) So much for patrol.

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{{Logsummary|
Title = So Much for Patrol
|Summary = While the Cerberus is on patrol, they are stopped by many people.
|Who = [[Urus]], [[Sae]], [[Doommuffin]], [[Edward]], [[Flandre]]
|Date = June 26, 2016.
|Where = [[Park Road]].
|Log=

Sae hums to herself as she returns from an afternoon day at the school's gym, walking idly doing the street with a big smile. She's dressed in a white, snug fitting t-shirt and a pair of red athletic bloomers, occasionally twirling and oftentimes walking with her eyes closed, not a care in the world!

The Brothers are on patrol considering Kotal and company are busy with their project. They happen to be coming down by the school. Ever since the Halloween party debacle there has been a heavier patrol schedule in this area, and it was their turn anyhow. As they walk by, Jackson calls out to the student "Hello mam how are you today, good it seems like." Her actions making it rather blatant that she is enjoying today. they have their standard task uniform... which is for them adding Task badge dog tags to the usual dangle from each of the collars.

Sae had both hands behind her back, chest stuck out and eyes closed when the trio would notice her, one leg going straight out then stepping forward without bending it, humming a louder tune as she'd meander out of the school. "Mmm?" she answered, peeking out of one eye since she didn't recognize the voice. That's when both would open and she'd freeze in place, mouth hanging open. "Oh..my..gosh! You're a HUGE doggy!", rushing over to them and bouncing in place right in front of her new friend! Most girls -especially short ones like Sae- would be afraid of a rather tough looking beast like him, but she couldn't care less! "Mhmhmhmhmhmhm! It is! I just got done with gym practice! Am all icky and sweaty or otherwise I'd huge the HECK out of you right now! Never seen a three-in-one doggy! Are you each.." she leans in with wide eyes, peering at each head in turn. "..different?"

The Cerberus as a whole looks absolutely surprised as they are suddenly met with absolute exuberance. This surprise though does not take long to settle because they have come to expect this out of some people. Buster rolls his eyes as Sae asks the question as if everyone should know this. Jackson reminds buster "At least she inquired and did not assume." Then he turns his attention to Sae again and responds "Thank you for the thought but we are on duty... and yes, we are different, some of us," he says turning his head slightly as to indicate Buster on his left, "make that fact more known and important than others." Rex introduces, giving off the same perky energy that Sae is giving off "Hi there, I am Rex, who are you?"

Sae feeds off the happy energy that Rex is giving her, giggling with joy. "Rex Rex! I'm extra-awesome now that I just made a cute new friend! Well..friends?" she questions with a brief tilt to her head, hands on her hips, thinking. "Friends! Mhm! Plural!". With that, she suddenly wraps her arms around Rex's neck and gives him a firm hug! She's a tad bit sweaty as she presses her body to the friendlier of the trio, but it's nothing terribly bad since she's dried off! "And uuuu! Are you with task? I have a buncha friends who work there! Do you know Miss Ren?! She's like, a super colorful floaty sea-sluggy!"

Buster continues to impress upon the subject while it is still on the table, "plural, yes. If you don't mind, we are three individuals that just happen to come as a package deal, K?" Rex, although he would respond but he is too busy being hugged, which is absolutely ok with him. If it was up to him he would stay there all day and let her do that. Jackson continues to answer the questions. “Yes, I see you noticed the tags. Mrs Ren is a good friend of ours and works with our girl." He mentions "I am glad to see someone have a good time around here; I swear half the populace is in a perpetual state of dissatisfaction."

Sae keeps hugging Rex, though the grip loosens until she's more just hanging her arms around his neck, unable to suppress her smiles at how nice it is. "I haven't gotten to pet a doggy in /ages/. This is really nice! So thanks Mister Rex!". Leaning against him now, she turns to look at the other two and nods. "I know right?! It's sooo silly! I've got everything I could ever want though. Cute classes, a cute kitten, lots of nice adorable friends, and best of all..a girlfriend! Flan-chan's mega nice and adorable! So is nothing to do but smile around here, y'knows?". Jackson's response does get her to gasp though. "Your girl?! Do you have a lil puppy girl or something?! That sounds awesome!

Rex has always been one for being public relations. "Of course Ms. ummmm....ummm." having not been told ,Buster does decide to ask, "Yes what is your name?" they sit down allowing plenty of solid real estate for her to lean on. " A kitten? That's cool, have not seen one of those in a while myself. Flan, as in Flandre? Heard quite a bit about her..." he says trailing off on that subject, obviously not all of it nice. He sort of laughs when Sae thinks it's another puppy he is talking about. "No no no... not a puppy girl, Owl." He says seeing if she is confused, and elaborates. "Mrs. Minu took us in when we converged, can't bark the praises high enough."

"OH oh! Silly me! I'm Sae! Nakata Sae! You can just call me Sae though!", Sae answers, obviously not one for formalities considering the hugs and general giggly demeanor! "And yush! T hat Flan! She's mega super nice and cuddly and cute and she picks me up lots! We even snuggle in our big princess bed every single night!", smiling so wide. Flandre might be quite the violent vampiress in many circumstances, but she mellows considerably around her girlfriend. Sae hasn't even *noticed* the fact she's kinda sorta evil yet, since to her she couldn't be kinder! "Ooooh! Miss Minu! I think I've run into her at the Usual sometimes! I waitress there a couple of days a week! It's sooooooooooooo fun. I get to meet all sorts of people and make them sweets and desserts and stuff! It's nice!"

"Nice to meet you Sae" Jackson greets. Buster coughs up a not so subtle "Aghem..." to the other two seeing if they get the memo. They stand back up on all fours as Jackson comments "Yes, yes, we should continue our patrol, feel free to walk with us if you like but we must continue our route, if we don't Mrvaro will come by and see we are not doing our job. " Rex gives Sae the classic Puppy eyes looking up at her begging, "Please come with us, we could use a little company." They begin to pad off down the road and toward Cemetery lane.

Edward chooses this moment to turn a corner just down the street, hand stuffed in his pockets. Having noticed Sae there, he pulls a hand out to wave at her, but it pauses halfway up, as the teen goes stock still; realizing in fact that the girl is not talking to three individuals, but in fact a three headed dog. Even over the past month of surprises, this is one of the stranger things he's seen.

Sae simply can't resist those puppy dog eyes! Sure, even without them she'd happily accompany the cute trio, but with them well..she does one better! As they walk, Sae leans against Rex's neck, stroking up and down the bottom of his neck and down to the tummy. "Mhmm..can't say no to puppy dog eyes!", giggling. "What're you patrolling for anyways? More face hugging things? Poor Rayne looked all sorts of sad after on of those got to her! So be careful you three! Lots too adorable to be sad from face-nomming things!". Gently, she scritches behind Rex's ears, curious if he'll enjoy. "Oh! Which one of you controls the body and stuffs anyway? That's kinda cute!". At that, she sees Edward frozen still and waves to him, giggling. "Edward Edward! Have you met these threeeeee?"

"well," Jackson answers "patrols are for creatures like that, yes, as well as simply to help keep the peace. Having an officer in every district at a time allows for rapid response of qualified personnel. Having to send someone from the TASK building every time someone had trouble, would be inefficient at best." The tail seems to go down though as talk of the face huggers goes on and Rex's ears go back remembering about the time they almost got him. They walk on slowly considering Sae seems to be calling someone over. Buster takes over for the mechanical question. "We all sort of do, any one of us can take control, however we have an understanding to ask and tell each other what we are doing. The number one rule is never move while someone is sleeping, its disorienting, it's weird, and its rude... waking up in an entirely different area then when you went to sleep." It seems he is talking from experience.

Edward recovers from his shock quickly enough, and with a quick glance up at the cloud cover, he continues on down the street, finishing that wave. "Hello, Sae... it's nice to see you again." A very carefully neutral expression on his face, he turns to look at the Trio, moving his whole body to do it, and pauses, ten or fifteen feet or so away. "I can't say that I've had the pleasure, no."

Sae says, "Thanks for that giant-big tip last time Edward! I bought a cute little bed for my kitten with it! She likes it lots!", still oblivious the kitten she and Flan share is a task plant to keep eyes on Flan. Or a boy, for that matter. "That makes a buncha sense though! It'd be super silly to wake up some other place. Could be nice for patrolling maybe, though! IF you gotta do it for a long time. One doggy sleeps, another walks!", shrugging and turning her attention back to Rex. "Dun worry silly! If any face hugger tries to get you, I'll get Flan to kick it's butt! she's SUPER strong! She can pick me up with one arm!""
Sae also pets Rex EXTRA much!

The trio turns around and sits because they understand that a dog of their size standing up can be intimidating. "Hello Mr. Edward" Jackson greets. "This is Rex" he says nodding his head over to his right. "And this is Buster." He says nodding his head in the other direction. "Hi there!" Rex greets, while buster merely nods his head. "would you like to join our patrol?" Jackson asks the newcomer. "If so, do not hesitate to come along." He mentions as they stand back up and continue walking down the street, sort of scanning the area.

Edward lightly raises a hand to rub his chin a little bit. Surprisingly polite, for a dog. "It's... just Edward is fine. But it's nice to meet you. And yes, I think I'll join you." He falls in pace with the Cerberus and Sae relatively smoothly, taking care to put himself at least somewhat downwind of the dog. "Well, then, Sae, I'm glad to hear that. So, your friends here..." He gestures vaguely in the Trio's direction. "Police dogs?"

Sae chimes in to Edward with a "Rex is the cuddliest of the bunch it looks like! Followed by Jackson! And if you ever wanna hug or a pet Buster, you just let me know kay?", like the order of who likes cuddles the most is somehow remotely important to someone like Edward. "They are though! They work at Task like Ren and Ranye and stuffs!", scritching under Rex's chin she prrrrs "Good police doggy..good good doggy! Protecting peoples!". It's not even remotely patronizing, at least from her perspective. She loves getting praised like that, so surely Rex would too! "That reminds me though! You should stop by the Usual when I'm working Rex!"

Down the hill from the S-Mart tromps what... appears to be a blue robotic lion or tiger. On its back is something that stands out almost as much: a three foot tall woman with bright green hair and plate armor adorned with a skeletal motif, and rather complex looking goggles which are currently resting on her forehead... revealing glowing blue eyes just below them. She doesn't seem to be paying the others any attention for the moment as the robot cat turns towards the center of town once it reaches the sidewalk.

"Alright, Just Edward" Buster says smirking and looking behind him as well as he can at Edward. Jackson finds Edward's assessment pretty accurate. "Police dogs, yes, accept we do not need a handler and have the ability to arrest someone if need be." Patronizing or not Rex, continues to allow her to love him, putting up no fight. He spots Doom and her cat trailing down the street and stops sort of in their path. "Sae" Jackson says " you mind holding up your hand for us." As the battle cat comes closer Jackson does shout out to the gnome atop the mechanical beast. "Excuse me but would you please jump off the cat...TASK Officers."

Edward, as he follows along, looks up in the direction that Jackson starts shouting - at least this time, his expression of surprise is much more human, only a slight widening of eyes. In perfectly conversational tones, he says to no one in particular, "You know, I'm sure at some point I'm going to stop getting surprised by sights like these..."

Sae looks to Edward with a big nod! "Mhm! You met Ren right? I'm surprised anything can surprise you after her! She's gotta be the most alien thingy in this place, right? Is still mega adorable for it though!", smiling wide. The dressed for gym schoolgirl holds up her hand when Jackson tells her, but only reluctantly, restraining herself to not pet even more. "Doom-y! Hi!", rushing over to her and bending down to look her mount in the eye. "Who's a good ghostie kitty..yes you are..yes YOU are!". Yeesh! This girl has no fear.

Doommuffin tilts her head and asks in her odd, echoey voice, "Jump off? Why should I? What appears to be the problem, officers?" Despite her words and tone, she does in fact drop off from the robotic cat's back. "I have a considerable amount of work to be done to complete the rebuilding process of my work shed, I will have you know, so I would be most appreciative if you do not take up a large amount of my time." An eyebrow is raised at Sae's greeting, but she says nothing directly to her as the girl immediately switches her focus to the robotic cat.

Speaking of said robotic cat, its response to Sae's praises is simply to meow. It is not a sound that really fits the robotic body at all; it is the sound of a Siamese cat, though it has the same creepy, echoey quality as the gnome's voice.

A dark red cloud approaches the group from the sky. It carries with it a faint sound of flapping wings and light screeches. It appears that it’s no low cloud, but in fact, a multitude of tiny red colored bats that swarm about.

The bats move in unison across the sky and circle the area directly above the gathered group. After a moment to inspect their surroundings, the bats make a dive for the ground and collide with the pavement.. They pile one after another, and soon, the bats begin to fuse together into a small human like figure with large wings. Once the figure begins to take full shape and color, it would become obvious who it truly is. It’s Flandre!

"Hihi!" The girl with red eyes smiles widely and skips over to the gathered there waving to everyone. She's wearing her usual crimson red dress and mob cap. "DM, hi there." She waves at the gnome and mechanical cat before walking over to Sae and poking her on the back. "Hello, pet." She says with an impish smile. The Trio she eyes curiously having not seen the Cerberus before, but it’s the appearance of Edward which draw her large red eyes in surprise. "Oh!" Her eyebrows go up and the lips of the little girl curl up in delight. "Another child of the night. Hello brother." Yes, it does appear a vampire can recognize their own when they see them.

Edward was about to reach out to try and pull Sae back and away from the robot death cat, but bats coalescing into a human... or at least a humanish figure, is just the cherry on this day of surprising people and surprising situations. He stares back at Flandre as she addresses him, his own amber eyes locking onto her crimson ones. Not bothering to address her accusation (denying it would only draw attention to the comparison), Edward replies in a cool, neutral tone, "Miss Flandre, I presume?"

Jackson reassures Doom, “Nothing is the problem miss. I need to see your quadrupedal mount permit, just a standard check. You understand that all vehicles and mounts get checked by TASK in case of theft or unforeseen circumstance pertaining individuals with them." Rex is keeping an eye on the rest and enjoying having all the new people around. "Hi there!" He calls out to Flandre in his overly cheerful tone that he keeps picking up from Sae's exuberance. They stand firm looking official for the check. Buster keeps an eye on the cat considering it is sentient. The thing is Deathcake would be looking at each other eye to eye considering each are about the same size.

Sae seems entirely unperturbed by well..literally any of this. Robo cat sounding like a real -if rather echoy- cat? It just gets a giggle from her! "Awww! I forgot your kitty's name Doomy! What's it aga-FLANNNNN!". She rushes over to the swarm of bats and gives her girlfriend a biiiig hug, spinning her around and bouncing up and down! "Flan Flan Flan! Meet! Rex!", pointing at the right most head on the trio, bouncing from foot to foot in her gym uniform of a white t-shirt and red bloomers. "He loves pets! And and and, he looked kinda scared of the face hugging guys, but I told him you were SUPER strong so it'll be okay! Watch Watch Rex! Flan can pick me up SUPER easy!", sticking both arms up into the air and waiting for the equally small vampire to pick her up. Looking to Edward, she hmmms! "Whoa! You're a vampire too?! Cute! It feels nice to be nibbled on!"

Doommuffin just looks at Jackson for a moment. "My mount permit? Wow... No one has asked about that in... ages. Please, hold on just a moment while I seek it out..." She starts looking through the small bags on her belt, rummaging through them as she mumbles, "Honestly, I did not think such a thing even mattered here, but... Aha! Here." She hands over the document... which doesn't appear to be from Twisted at all. It does, however, declare her to be permitted to use mounts, including all land mounts such as horses, mechano-striders, sabers, rams, elekks, etc, as well as flying mounts. It mentions specifically that she is permitted to fly in Eastern Kingdoms, Kalimdor, Outland, Northrend, Pandaria, and Draenor. "If you are going to claim that I should have registered here, then I am going to have to complain that no such effort to explain such a thing has ever been explained to me, and I will register complaints that your vaunted 'Welcome Center' was created far too late to be of any help to myself and Deathcake."

"Oof!!" Flandre isn't particularly the dignified sort being kind of deranged and all, but all pretense of being a composed, high class vampire goes right out the window when Sae SLAMS into her with a tackle hug. Thankfully, Flandre is of the same hyperactive kin as Sae and simply hugs her girlfriend and begins twirling her around while giggling. "Sae Sae!" She laughs and rubs her cheeks with the girl. "Have you been making friends?" The vampire girl turns to the Cerberus in question and smiles at them cheekily right before proving her strength by lifting Sae right over her head. Then she even makes a pose and puts one hand on her hip whilst holding her girlfriend up with one arm only. "Ta-da!"

Setting Sae down, she readjusts her gaze back to Edward and gives him a polite curtsy. "The very same!" The vampire girl with the crystalline wings grins showing her fanged teeth. "Heard of me I take it?" Asks she whilst she wraps one arm around Sae's waist.

Edward just stares at Flandre's display of strength, the way she rubs up against the other girl, the wings, the overt fangs... it's all a lot to take in. One thing's for certain... vampires they may both be, but Edward suspects he has very little in common with this girl. He closes his eyes at Sae's question, incredulity battling with self-loathing, and finally admits, "...I am." Shaking his head abruptly, with a distant expression, he replies, "I have, yes. You seem to be quite well known in these parts." He takes a few steps away from Doommuffin and her battle cat, letting her and the 'officer' do their thing without his interference.

"Wow that's cool" Rex agrees as Flandre's strength is tested. He is able to be distractible and that is what his brothers know him to do. As for the battle cat. "yes it does matter here. Mhmmm. Mhmm ok. I.." he is about to say something when she gives her excuse. "hmmm. Tell you what mam, I will let you go for now but I must implore you that you should get the proper permit, as directed by TASK. Seeing as you have a good alibi and you are in a rush I will leave you be for today. Get it within the next one to two weeks, I do not want the bureaucracy to hurt people it does not have to, besides, despite the obvious fact my brother is not a cat person, we do not want anything to happen to it either. Thank you for your cooperation, have a nice day." Jackson finishes as the body turns so that all three can see the others. "Flandre, doing well I hope, not getting into any trouble?"

Looking to Flan, Sae replies "I have I have! I made..three new friends? Or one! Depending on how you look at it! I'm gonna say three though, just cause they all like different amounts of pets!", giggling as she's picked up with the utmost of ease by her girlfriend. Back on the ground, she leans in to the equally short Flandre, occasionally nibbling and ear or smooching her cheek, just cause she loves being all lovey and PDA-y. "Oh oh! Flan! We should introduce our kitty to Doom-y's ghosty cat! I'm sure they'd be two peas in a pod! To kitties in a litter?" Sae chuckles, then grabs the vampire girl's hand and tugs her over towards Edward. "I meant to ask you sometime! How'd you get your blood around here anyways? Flan bites me bunches -pulling her t-shirt's collar down enough to see two small pin-pricks on her neck. "-but I've never seen you with someone that looks..nommable?"

Doommuffin rolls the document back up and replaces it into the pouch. "Honestly. There should be documentation that such things are needed. Now what was the purpose of stopping me today to begin with? I have ridden atop Deathcake numerous times, and no one has said a thing in complaint! Why, even that less than averagely intelligent orc I ran through merely stapled his gut closed again. Well, I suppose there was some combat, but there was no concern over if I was authorized or not!" She huffs out a breath of air in irritation. Not that the undead gnome needs to breathe, mind you. Deathcake, meanwhile, sits on his haunches and looks around. Anyone would easily be able to tell that the robot doesn't seem to have any intelligence beyond that of a normal housecat.

Flandre seems perfectly comfortable with Sae's public displays of affections. She smiles pleasantly and lets her girlfriend kiss her cheek and nibble on her ear as her heart desires, all whilst keeping a perfectly pleased face to all those around her. Flandre doesn't know the Cerberus personally, but even she knows of TASK and that they are the local police, so she better not mess with them. After all, Reimu was the police back in Gensokyo and no one messed with her, it makes sense it'd be the same here. "I haven't gotten in trouble.. recently." She gets shifty eyed as the talking dog with three heads question her and giggles a little when Sae suggests that their pet should meet with Deathcake. "I don't think Jimmy would like to play with a kitty that big, Sae." She's pulled towards Edward by her girl and she scratches the back of her head looking a bit embarrassed. "Aheh, I don't know if I should say I'm popular around here or anything." Everyone seems to like her at school after all, or is utterly terrified of her, which in her opinion is exactly the same! Sae does bring a good question about Eddy though and Flandre leans forward with a serious face that seems at odd with how young she looks. "Oh, yes, you should get a thrall if you haven't already. Hunting isn't really allowed here and Morgana would be most displeased."

Edward - with another sideways glance at the robot cat (robot cat!) - looks back at Flandre and Sae for a moment, taking half a step back as they close in. In a cold voice, he says, "I don't eat humans." After a moment, though, he lets out a sigh. It really seems that Rayne was right - no one seems to care, which, although it seems insane, is their business. Realizing he's in something of a snit, he says, in softer tones, "I'm sorry, that was rude of me. I'm just used to being a little more... circumspect."

There is a sigh from Jackson as he turns his head toward doom, angling the body as to do such. "Mam there is documentation that such things are needed, however these checks are both at random and necessary to keep the peace. I will talk with my superiors about this matter but in the meantime, please help me help you. As for orcs we have no official records of a fight with orcs with a c. now if you are talking about ork with a k, officers are already on it, but if not please bestow upon me your knowledge so that we can take care of it for you." Rex, at the mention of playing, perks up, "we have plenty of off time, we might be able to come over some time and say hi if you want." He offers. Buster attempts to console Edward despite him being the rougher of the three. "Hey, I was used to knowing absolutely no one but my master, you learn quickly out here what is and is not acceptable that is different than home. Do not hesitate to try new things if it sounds good to you. As long as there is no law against it, you are fine."

Sae tilts her head again at Edwards comment, thinking it over. "You don't..eat humans?". She turns to Flan, murmuring "Flan-love Flan-love, don't vampires gotta nibble on human peoples? Or is it jus' that we taste better or something?", humming and gently nibbling her little vampire's neck, then doing the same to her own wrist. "Tastes the same to me! OH! I know! Edward Edward! We've got all sorts of people around here if you don't like how humans taste! We've got fssssst-y sea slug girls and orkies and dwarfies and.." she peeks at DM "..undead dwarfies? Though I don't quite think she'd be up for that. Still! I'm sure we've got something to your tastes /somewhere/ on Twisted! Lotsa guys too, if that's what you like!", flashing him a smile with her arm around Flan's waist, other hand on her own waist. It seemed perfectly naturally to Sae that she liked other girls, and given how darn romantic being fed on seems to her -not to mention all the pampering that comes after when she's all light headed- the girl couldn't quite fathom that someone might not want to feed on human's for moral reasons, which is presumably(?) the case with Edward.

Doommuffin rolls her eyes, though with the glow it can be hard to tell. "Of course, of course. I hardly think the local spelling truly makes that much of a difference, but I assure you, I am fully capable of protecting myself, thank you very much. I have killed more than my share of orcs on my home world, and these ones don't seem any more dangerous, only less intelligent and seemingly unaware of pain. Well, if you are done here, then I shall be on my way back to the beach to resume my work." With that said, she turns to Deathcake, who gets back up to his feet. She climbs back up onto the robot and the robotic cat starts making its way back to the east. As she's referred to as a dwarf, however, Doommuffin stops Deathcake in his tracks and looks back at Sae with a bit of a dirty look. "I am not a dwarf! I am a gnome, thank you very much!" She lets out an indignant sound again as Deathcake resumes his walk.

Like Sae, Flandre seems equally confused by Edward's statement that he doesn't eat humans. The very thought of it sends Flandre's already quite fractured mind for a loop. "You shouldn't like about things like that." She says simply, not even giving a moment's consideration that Edward might be telling the truth. He smells like a vampire and eating humans is what vampires do, there's no two ways about her for little Flandre.

"Why does it sound like you're embarrassed about it?" Flandre continues to ask as she gives Eddy an odd stare before turning her gaze a little up to her girlfriend. "Mhm, we need blood to survive. Otherwise we go crazy if we haven't had blood. It’s not pretty." And that's coming from someone who has a much lower threshold on going berserk without blood. The longest Flandre has gone without drinking blood is at best a few days without going into a rampage.

Flandre keeps her hold on Sae's waist and caresses the girl gently whilst she goes on to explain the possibilities Edward has here in terms of food. Honestly though, Flandre looks worried about a fellow vampire not getting the nutrition he needs. Flandre knows fully well how horrible it feels to blood starved and she doesn't wish that feeling on anyone. "If you are having problems eating." Flandre adds as Sae finishes with her explanation. "Maybe you should go to the beach and talk to Morgana. She's an ancient child of the night, much older than I even. She might sing for you and give you candy, that always makes me feel better." The girl smiles. "I hear she is with child too so she might want presents."

As Sae commits a faux pas and calls DM a dwarf, Flandre grabs the girl by her hand and playfully slaps her wrist. "Don't be rude, Sae. DM is a gnome. The dwarf one is called Muradin." Then she playfully pulls on her ear before kissing her cheek.

Edward shakes his head a few times at that. In an aside to Buster, he says, "No need to worry. I have no intention of breaking the law."

In reality, Flandre and he couldn't really be much different, despite their shared diet. "It's... not a question of having problems eating. I prefer to hunt animals." This is... only partially a lie. It's close enough, anyway. But Edward feels like he's on familiar enough ground, now - having his preferences challenged is not new to him. He can't help but chuckle a little, shaking his head at Sae, not looking at her directly, as though it could get the near-maddening scent of her blood out of his nostrils. "It's not a question of not being into men or women... I just don't want to hurt anyone."

As doom leaves, Jackson shakes his head and pads to the rest of the group. "Alright that is settled and..." he pauses as a Sangheili comes along the same route they were taking, in TASK uniform and looks at the pups annoyed. Moves through the crowd that had formed to get to Jackson and whispers with him. "Was a mount permit check. Standard fare." After a few seconds Jackson says indignantly "yes that is a thing!" after a few more seconds they both nod and the officer heads off down the road. "erm sorry about that guys... we were on duty." Buster looks to Flandre and scoffs. "Sending him to morgana, were you not told to stay out of trouble, which means also not endangering others." He explains to Edward "there are four people who live out on the beach and they took out a nest of, you know what a xenomorph is? Big, nasty, acidic blood, well anyways an entire hive of those between the four of them, one or two of them have some questionable people skills. That one on the cat that just walked by... that was one of them. Personally I don't want to be anywhere near them myself, Kotal has some problems with them so..." and it really boils down to Kotal with Buster's opinion most times. At least with things he has not seen before.

Sae nods and listens intently to everything Flandre says, doing her best to remember it all since it pays to know about your girlfriend's species, after all! "Mhm! That's what I thought and stuffs. You should totally figure something out then, Edward! Flan's right though! Morgana might be able to hook you up with something! And sides that, there's probably /someone/ around here who doesn't mind being nommed on by a vampire! I don't myself, but I'm all Flan's! And Morg's gotta adorable dwarf-y husband who probably doesn't mind either..?" tone rising at the end like she's not entirely sure, just assuming things. Looking to the trio, she shakes her head! "Flan-chan's not causing trouble though! Least, I don't think so? I've met Morgana before and she was /SUPER/ nice! She even made me a pearl necklace all by herself! With stuffs she picked herself too! Was cute!". Sae's carefree, happy nature and the fact that she found cute in the most scary of things had led to many of the island's more dangerous residents taking a liking too her. Flan being one of them, of course, but even Morgana had found the girl's happy-go-lucky attitude disarming, and thus she'd yet to encounter the bad side of the siren herself. Not even a hint of it!

"Anywhose! Did you wanna get going soon Flan-chan? I needa take a shower and a nap soon after all that gym stuffs. All sweaty and tired! Can feed in the shower or in bed if you wanna! Always helps me sleep better when you do it before bedtime!", being extremely open about being fed on in hopes of convincing Edward it's not hurting people! Sae's smiling after all!

Flandre pouts a little as she's chastised by the Trio when she suggests that Edward seeks Morgana out for help. "But she's the elder." Argues the childish looking vampire to the Cerberus. Just like Sae, Flandre had too sought out Morgana and even though both are extremely dangerous creatures, their relationship is one of surrogate mother and daughter. Flandre too has no reason to fear of Morgana, so she doesn't think that Edward could do wrong by seeking the mermaid vampire's assistance. "Morgana should sing for him. It'll make him feel better." Looks like the tiny vampire girl is adamant about Edward seeking out this Morgana lady.

"You are hurting yourself if you don't feed properly." Flandre says next as Edward reveals that he only drinks from animals due to a self-imposed desire of not wanting to hurt others. Flandre knows exactly what he's talking about, but she has long stopped believing that it’s a thing. "There are humans here that do not mind being our pets. Find a willing thrall and bond with them. You'll have the happiness that you seek just as I have."

That said, she smiles over at Sae and gives her a soft kiss on her lips as she requests going back home. "Of course, Sae. Let us go." Without asking permission, Flandre simply sweeps Sae off her feet and carries the girl bridal style before slowly taking to the air with a flap of her crystalline wings. "Have a good night." She says with a spark of her red eyes before taking to the skies with Sae in arms.

Edward shakes his head a little bit at that, sighing, but doesn't belabor the point. To both Buster and Flandre, on the advice to go seek out Morgana, he says, "I... suppose I'll have to take it under advisement. Thank you for your advice, both of you." He looks about to add more, then shakes his head again, offers a wave to both Flandre and Sae. "Have a good night, Sae, Flandre."

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2016-06-21 (PostU) Mad?! Just a little

2016-06-22T12:47:09Z

Wolfmaster97: Created page with "{{Logsummary| Title = Mad?! Just a little |Summary = Urus Finaly gets down to interrogating his captive, his methods could be considered unorthodox. |Who = Urus, ..."

{{Logsummary|
Title = Mad?! Just a little
|Summary = Urus Finaly gets down to interrogating his captive, his methods could be considered unorthodox.
|Who = [[Urus]], [[Silencia]]
|Date = June 21, 2016.
|Where = [[Zeku-Kari Beach]]
|Log=
It is a lovely day in twisted as usual, The sun is beaming down on the sand and the strange lack of any breeze does not help any, the only natural respite in this area being the sea itself. The Serenity of the view and sounds would be grand, if However one was there of their own volition. a creature is strapped in and held down to a lawn chair. The creature with large pointed ears and light brown skin, or it would be light brown minus the sunburn from being out since this morning. Urus is leaning against a large umbrella stuck into the sand Taking small swigs from a 2 liter bottle of water in full view of it. Only now after what some would consider wasting an entire half a day like this he decides to speak up. "So, little thing. What are you exactly? And might I ask why you were trying to steal from others?" attempting a coaxing tone to pry information from the Thief he and Silencia had caught a few days ago. Urus had been busy with trying to learn from Doom and Muradin what they may be up against according to what they had in their world. Only now had he taken his captive out for questioning.

The little thing is, naturally, sweating profusely in the sun. He licks his lips as he looks at the water. "Imma goblin," he replies. At the second question, he seems to consider for a moment before responding, "I can? Fun?" To ask a thief why they steal... what kind of answer was expected?

Urus looks unsurprised when the creature mentions it's a goblin. "A goblin eh? It seems a great many species are called by that name..." he says unable to keep himself from smirking. The mention of why the goblin would steal gives him a mild chuckle. "Ooh a thief who does it for fun... you know what we are doing right now?" he pauses a second to let the goblin take a guess, then continues "Interrogation. Torture. This. This is what I... do for fun. And I am damn good at it too." Before going any further with the scare tactics he decides to get some heavy questions out of the way. "So word is that there is something about your kind, what was it..." He mentions taping his finger to his chin. "That's right, there is something called a "goblin goon squad" running around. you wouldn't be part of them or know anything about them. Would you?" he says inquisitively knowing to watch the face carefully for signs of hesitation on this question. "Or anything about a group known as , the Horde."

The little goblin seems to try to shrink back as Urus mentions the word 'torture'. Its eyes widen slightly at the mention of the goblin good squad. It seems to consider a moment after Urus has asked his questions, then says. "Goblin Goon Squad is everywhere! You think kill me scare 'em?"

Urus cackles in his standard Hyena like fashion when it mentions that it knows. "No... I know that killing you would not scare them... although "he says walking slowly toward it and licking it between the eyes and up the forehead. "It has been a while since I have had fresh still squirming meat..." as he says that it is mostly for keeping him talking considering even for him the goblin is foul, at least on the outside. He goes under and starts to act like he is unbuckling one of the straps "But I have since then gone vegan... sorry for having to do this but I had to make sure you were the right guy." He says along side his movements to open him up, false sense of security after so much. "So, the squad is everywhere, If I were to say, want to hire them... where would I want to go." He says under the chair, the burning sand quite uncomfortable but one pays for their art form. "Is there a leader to you guys or... do you all just freelance on your own and sometimes bring some friends."

It's clearly testing the binds when it thinks Urus might be loosening them. When it's clear it's not getting away yet, it talks again. "You want hire them? They not here so much. They other side of bridge more. Look in shadows. They find you. I not know leader. I just know low bosses. I new. Freelance?"

Urus unties the bottom most tie, the ones keeping the legs in place. Doing that to give it a minute amount of freedom, just to keep up the ruse. The goblin however is still held there by a line on the waist and a line across the chest. Unable to escape "Thanks for the tip, now do you know who did the work out here on the beach, magnificent job." As he is saying this he is still under the chair, face out of sight... thankfully because there is an undeniable look of anger when he says the last part, despite it sounding sincere. "yeah, freelance", he mentions doing fake work again underneath "As in you work for anyone who pays you, as long as there is money you work for them, at least until they do not need you or a better offer comes up. I used to do that... in fact I still do some of the time."

The goblin kicks his foot lightly. Nothing like an attack, it's just moving what it can. "Beach? Someone do work on beach?" He doesn't seem to know what Urus us talking about, and attempts to even shrink back at the hyena-hybrid's anger. "I know nothing of beach job! Not tell me! Not know what job is!" He's whimpering slightly now, but still talking. "Yeah! They do dirty deeds dirt cheap! No one pay me, though, so get purses."

"So you have no clue about it the explosion or anything. Are you sure, this could mean your life." Urus says finally getting out from underneath the chair. And stands behind him flicking the goblins left ear and watching it move and reset each time, understanding the annoyance of it to the creature. He places a index claw from his left hand under the Goblin's chin. "Anything else... I should know? The more you tell me, the better I will treat you when I let you go."

The goblin squirms uncomfortably. "I new! I not know anything! On bottom, not told anything!" It seems to be on the verge of panicking now, wincing with each flick and trying (and of course failing) to shy away from Urus. "I no can tell what I not know!" And now it's beginning to whimper.

Urus Smirks now that he has broken the little thing. He pets the ugly goblin to sooth it. "there there... its alright...shhh" he has promised he would send back the goblin alive, right now he would just allow his beast to go nuts and finish the job but... a promise is a promise. "now can I trust you not to run away if I untie you?"

The goblin doesn't seem the slightest bit soothed by the petting. It looks up to Urus and nods enthusiastically at the question.

Despite asking, Urus is going to take precautions. He walks back to his umbrella, his haven out in the summer sun, and takes his gun off the top of the cooler, the lawn chair he usually uses currently occupied by the prisoner. The knife the goblin used to own is pulled from his right pocket. "now .... I am trusting you... or things might get messy..." he says cutting the other two ropes with the knife.

And as soon as that last rope is cut, the goblin is of course running like mad. Where? Whatever direction is away from Urus! He of course thinks the strangely verbose gnoll is gonna eat him if he doesn't! He in fact runs straight through an oversized sand castle! Too bad for him on the other side of the sand castle is a deep pit that some kid excavated to provide the sand for said castle. The goblin falls in, now half buried in the sand from the castle, and scrambles to free himself. It's not a challenge, apparently, just slowing him down immensely.

Urus shakes his head knowing this would happen. He sticks the Goblin's knife in his pocket and starts walking toward the goblin who then falls in the hole. As the little guy scrambles out Urus Cocks his SMG and fires semi-auto 9mm hollow point at the goblin's legs to slow him down. "now look at what you have done... That was very good work and now it is ruined. I guess I can get you for vandalism now too..." he says taking long strides in the Goblin's direction, smirking at the unfortunate position that has befallen the ugly creature.

Better timing is not possible, because Silencia arrives right on time to witness Urus firing at the little goblin. The Fae gasps and rushes over, shouting at the hyena man. "Urus, are you mad?! Stop shooting!" Silencia makes her way over to the hyena and his prey and the priestess does not look pleased. "I know I allowed you to interrogate him, but this is ridiculous!" Silencia felt bad all day and she decided to follow her gut and check up on Urus and the little goblin and boy was she right about feeling bad! The poor little thing looked absolutely miserable.

The poor little thing is in the bottom of a sand pit with a bullet wound in its leg! It's of course now attempting to look pitiful now that Silencia has arrived on the scene and acting a bit nicer. It's certainly not running anymore, that's for sure. "I tell you, I not know anything!"

Oh brother, she said 1 week... 3 days later she shows up. Needless to say this is not what Urus needed. He was just about to clean up after playing around with the little thing. He certainly is rough on his toys. When sil asks the question he holds up his index finger and thumb about 3 inches away from each other. "Just a little." He calls back. He strides over putting his weapon behind him. On it's sling. "in fact we were just about to come and see you, but this little guy went back on his word about not trying to escape... didn't we." Almost giving the tone as if he were talking to a baby, not angered in the slightest as he is looking at the creature. He is still in a great mood. "I must admit, my techniques... unorthodox, slightly illegal, slightly immoral. BUT, He told me all he knew, and I can follow up on this. Unfortunately we happen to have a low level member here of the same squad that detonated the shed over there." He says thumbing towards Doom muffin's shed. "Not a lot of info... but enough to find his friends..."

Silencia listens carefully to Urus' words, but doesn't let up on the attitude. "Seriously Urus... What if you missed and accidentally killed him?!" She kneels down and reaches for the little goblin. "Come here, little guy. I'll help you with those wounds..." Her tone is soft and gentle toward the goblin, speaking to him as if speaking to a little kid that needs a little attention. Silencia is ready to capture the little guy in a hug and heal all his aches away.

The goblin nods enthusiastically to Urus again. "Yes! Yes! I say all I know! I can go now, right?" He looks back and forth between the two, then tries and fails to back away from Silencia as she approaches. The hug, however, just gets the goblin looking completely confused.

Urus rolls his eyes a bit. "Siencia, trust me to know what I am doing. Unlike your husband I respect your wishes. The fact that he was alive when you got here is a testament to that." and it is true. The little goblin gets a smirk from Urus. "Yes, you may go now." He says shooing him away and taking a few steps before turning toward it. "Oh... I forgot, I promised you to this lady who in love with the god of war and leader of task... I believe she now has you under arrest for thievery and assault. Good luck in jail little guy, call me when you get out." Urus turns back and walks by the shed that Doom uses, tapping on the roof. "Doom, boot up the cat. We are going on a raid..."

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2016-06-17 (PostU) Fallen From Grace

2016-06-18T03:21:48Z

Wolfmaster97: Created page with "{{Logsummary| Title = Fallen From Grace |Summary = A fey learning how to fly and A three headed dog who is teaching and air traffic control. What could go wrong? |Who =..."

{{Logsummary|
Title = Fallen From Grace
|Summary = A fey learning how to fly and A three headed dog who is teaching and air traffic control. What could go wrong?
|Who = [[The_Trio]], [[Silencia]],
|Date = June 17, 2016.
|Where = [[Nowhereto Park]].
|Log=

The day is beautiful and Silencia is back to her practicing! She is once again in that secluded part of the park, fluttering her wings like it's nobody's business. Ever since Rayne helped her realize that she was approaching her flying the wrong way, she has started studying how butterflies fly. She shares the wings of the creatures, so the way to fly should probably be the same as well. Various books are scattered around, all of them telling something about the pretty little insects. Silencia seems to be done with the books though, the girl already trying out what she learned. She flutters her wings as fast as she can and as soon as she lifts off of the ground, she swings back and forth with her lower body while keeping her back straight. Even though it looks rather weird, it seems to work! She flies higher and higher, her motions looking more butterfly-like as she goes before she loses her focus and falls back down. Luckily she hadn't been flying that high just yet.

The Cerberus Brothers are there too, Jackson's nose well and firmly planted in a book. That is until Silencia tries to fly, then he watches her. The process of Flight by trial and error had taken the 4 of them the better part of the day, however progress had been made and there was still a few hours of light left to work and read by. "That was really close, you ok... ummm" he says consulting one of about 5 books in front of them. Rex merely watches, hoping to see the Fae take flight. Buster however has his own book, reading of to their left considering the swath of books. Due to Kotal's generosity they have access to training resources and practice. Attempting to dissect the tactics and learn how they could counter them. After 20 seconds or so Jackson pipes back up. "Ok... Should need about 6 degrees further rotation towards your chest, should provide extra lift and make it slightly less strenuous."

Silencia groans softly as she gets up off of the ground. Even though she didn't fall that much, it hurt! "I'm okay, I'm okay!" Silencia peeks in the book Jackson was reading and frowns lightly. "Wait... I think I'm doing something wrong with my wings..." She absentmindedly scritches behind Jackson and Rex's ears while reading. She would've been scritching Buster's ears too, but he was just out of her reach and she would've needed to stop reading and lean over to actually scritch his ears. After she's done she nods lightly and returns to the clearing to try again, but not before petting Buster as well. This time she flutters her wings at a slower pace, still rather fast, but slower than before. The movement causes larger gusts of wind. Again she swings her lower body back and forth while her wings lift her up. This time her ascent seems more controlled and stable. She's able to reach the treetops before feeling tired and settling on a branch. If she had kept going she would've fallen again and would've hurt herself much more. The Fae grins victoriously and waves down at the puppies. "I did it!!" At least she finally learned how she needed to move her body to be able to take flight!

Jackson and Rex both take the love and seem to relax a little as Silencia reads. When Buster gets his however he is too busy in his book to look, he seems to have taken the pessimistic route figuring it will still be a long while. He is soon proven wrong however. "There we go! We have flight, short range... but flight just the same." Jackson shouts standing them up. Rex looks on amazedly calling out "That was awesome!". Due to the movement however Buster is taken by surprise. "What's going on" looking confused for a second and looking at the other two "what are you too looking at?" then he tries to see what they are looking at and notices "Oh... " he says nodding "nice work."

Silencia makes her way down the tree the old-fashioned way, choosing to climb down rather than taking her chances with flying again. She was happy that she finally managed to do it, but she would still need lots of practice to be able to fly around comfortably. Already her abs were sore from swinging her body around to allow her to fly. Silencia grins as she hops back onto the safe earth. "I did it!! And it's all thanks to you guys helping me out!" She traps the puppies -yes that includes Buster- in a happy little hug. She giggles and flutters her wings, the appendages very obvious in showing her emotions. The girl rests her hands on her tummy, rubbing carefully. "I will need to rest a bit before attempting that again though..."

"You are welcome Silencia, I am happy to help." Jackson responds their tail waving back and forth behind them. Buster does not look amused however as they are hugged. Jackson and Rex though seem to embrace it. Putting their heads up against her. Once she lets go Buster fully understands the strain of a workout. "I don't know where it burns when you fly but I know about how you feel after a good run." Jackson starts putting away the books directly in front of him, nosing under the cover and flipping them over." After he is done with that they pad over to beside her and lay down again.

Silencia happily cuddles with the puppies, even the obviously unamused Buster for a little while longer. She reaches out and tickles Buster underneath his chin. "My entire body's aching right now, but it's the worst in my abs... Swinging back and forth like that does put a strain on the ole abdomen!" She stretches her wings, those appendages the only ones who do not seem to ache. Silencia grabs a couple of the books and neatly stacks them so she can easily bring them back later. As the puppies lie down, Silencia reaches out to give them her attention by petting and rubbing the adorable little things! Even Buster seemed endearing to her, even though he was so very gruff. She actually found it funny to tease him. Rex gets a little cuddle while she grins at Jackson. "I'm not done yet though! I've mastered going up, but I still need to learn to maneuver as well. So I'll be relying on you for that as well, sweety!"

Buster shakes his head as he gets free, trying to settle his fur. As they relax Buster puts his head off to the side and sighs, rolling his eyes when no one is directly looking at him. Rex seems perfectly content with staying there for as long as she continues to cuddle him. Jackson meanwhile continues the flight talk. "That is going to be significantly more difficult considering you will have to shift center of balance, rates of flaps for individual wings, and start flying horizontally, you are still at a significant angle for maneuvers and simply moving forward." He says recounting what he had already read not too long ago. "That being said..." Jackson continues, being interrupted by Rex "You did great!" Jackson looks nodding "What he said."

Silencia lets out a little adoring squeak and hugs Rex again. "You really are adorable, Rex!" Silencia giggles and grins at Jackson, petting him as she talks. "Thank you both! And of course it will be difficult, Jackson. That will make it all the more satisfying when I manage to do it properly!" Silencia smiles happily before standing back up. She had rested a little and she was ready to fly some more! Again she lifts herself off of the ground with her fluttering and swaying. This time she manages to accidentally hit a branch with one of her wings, focusing too much on flying to pay attention to her surroundings. She had reached the treetops again, the fall from there being a rather dangerous one! She crashes onto the ground, landing face down in the grass. She had managed to slow her descent by stretching her wings. The Fae groans and keeps her head down. "Damnit! That hurt!" Well, she seems to be alright if she can curse like that!

Rex takes the compliment in stride considering he has been told enough times, it must be fact. They stand back up when she does, Jackson nudging a book into place and nosing it open flipping pages gently. "Ok, Let's attempt to get to altitude..." When her wing bumps a branch and she crash lands, they are quick to react. Rushing over there is a jumbled chorus of "are you alright?" out of the three of them. Rex nuzzles in, putting his head under her wing and arm as a brace for her to get up. Buster is just as quick to come up with a solution. "Maybe having tree cover might not be the best idea. There is the fire escape on the back of the TASK building... nothing above you to avoid and the floors of it can be used as incremental rest points. We could put a mattress at the bottom in case of a crash landing."

Silencia lifts her head up and grins at the puppies to show that she's alright. "I'm alright, I'm tougher than I look!" She slowly pushes herself up to a sitting position. Rex's help earns a grateful smile. "Thank you sweety..." She then slowly stretches her wings and peeks at them to see if they're intact. Luckily they seem to be unharmed. Buster's suggestion makes the Fae look at the gruff doggie in surprise. She seems to hesitate though. She peeks at her surroundings and then returns her attention to the puppies. "I don't know... I always train here... but maybe it is a better idea to do this there..." She folds her wings down though, the appendages dragging behind her like a cloak. "Now I'm really done for the day though... Damn that hurt!"

"Yes." Jackson agrees." I Believe it is time to head home, get some food, and reflect on today's progress." They walk over to a tree and pick up the satchel laying on it, the one they brought with them to carry the books, and the one they are going to use to bring them back. "Yeah, don't forget mine." Buster reminds them, one of the two still open books lying out on the well-manicured grass. "I think Torr is going to get what's coming to him next time we spar...." Jackson shakes his head. "Last time you said that we had our worst session, we didn't last three minutes..." Buster mumbles indignantly "Ashleaf I heff pansf" he says carrying a book and putting it in the satchel. "Winging the battle is not working either if you noticed" he rebuttals.

Silencia chuckles as she helps stow the books in the satchel before she grabs the satchel, intending to carry it back herself. She peeks at Buster and grins. "Have you tried properly working together? I mean, with Jackson's smarts and your brawn, Buster, you have great potential in battle! Against an opponent that's physically stronger, you need to be the smarter one."

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2016-06-10 (PostU) Speaking of Goblins

2016-06-13T16:00:12Z

Wolfmaster97: Created page with "{{Logsummary| Title = Speaking of Goblins |Summary = Urus is paranoid while meeting some old friends, and it seems it might be justified. |Who = Urus, Silencia,..."

{{Logsummary|
Title = Speaking of Goblins
|Summary = Urus is paranoid while meeting some old friends, and it seems it might be justified.
|Who = [[Urus]], [[Silencia]], [[Minu]], [[Zelgadis]]
|Date = June 10, 2016.
|Where = [[Nowhereto Park]]
|Log=

It is a beautiful day and Silencia has taken the opportunity to do some light training. Today she focuses on her physical abilities instead of the magical ones. She's jogging through the park, hopping over obstacles she set up herself (random little vines shooting up to try and trip her). At first there were a few kids that run along with her because they thought it was fun, but now she's alone. Her wings are folded flat against her back. She even used a ribbon to tie them down to be sure they won't get in the way.

Urus is walking through the park in contemplation of how best to deal with the problem created at the beach, hoping some time away will help. Because of the last time he was here he is looking where he is going. Spotting the vine traps in the walkway he walks around not entirely sure why they are there, well that is until Sil goes by jumping over them like hurdles. He pauses, shifting his weight to the right and watching. He does happen to be more heavily armored than usual, Kevlar vest over his chest. He talks to Sil instead of waving so she can focus. "Hello there Silencia, how are you?"

Zelgadis is hanging around his usual spot on what amounts to a small cliff overhang a bit down the way. He has already noticed Urus and Silencia although since they both seemed busy until just a few moments ago, at least (Silencia is still jogging I presume?), he's decided not to harass them JUST yet. Of course, he isn't being stealthy and it's quite obvious he's hanging out up there. He rubs his chin as he examines the two of them. Urus he knows, barely, but the lady he hasn't seen before. Ah well, new people aren't an uncommon situation here in Twisted anyway.

Silencia doesn't notice Urus' arrival at first, running past the hyena and hopping over one of her hurdles. The greeting slows her down and she peeks at him. She stops running and jogs back to him, waving with a smile. "Hey there Urus! I'm pretty good! How about you?" It's then that she notices the gear. "Why're you wearing a vest? Did something happen?" Even though Zelgadis isn't being stealthy, Silencia doesn't seem to have noticed the fella just yet. Before she had been focused on her training and the children running along with her. It probably won't be long until she notices though. Silencia tugs on the ribbon and frees her wings, using this opportunity to call it quits with her training for the day.

Urus waves back now that he sees that she is not going to go crashing into a tree or anything looking at him. "Doing OK, getting... fresh air." At the mentions of his gear he sighs knowing it would come up and already has an answer. "ehhh, minor problem the other day." He mentions nonchalantly looking around. He looks about to continue but then he sees Zel looking down on them and he is slightly on edge considering that currently he and a few others are having to think about battling a small army. He looks back at sil and murmurs "one second..." slowly taking the 12.7mm Anti-material rifle out of its makeshift holster he turns back to Zel and fires a round at the under hang of the cliff he is standing on, making it dislodge itself and slide down. "And it might just have reappeared..." he says nodding her with him as they go towards Zel. He soon recognizes his mistake that it is not a spy when he gets closer however. "Der'mo. My Bad! Zelgadis you need to not sneak around like that." it does not matter if he was sneaking or not, it was a very suspicious position.

Zelgadis seems about to say something but just as quickly, a large rifle round cuts through a portion of the cliff face and sends it sliding toward the water! He frowns a bit, bringing two fingers up as the cliff falls away under him. "Ray Wing!" The wind whips up around him to form a barrier of sorts that leave him floating there as the cliff crumbles. He floats over a bit closer to the other two and settles slowly to the ground, dusting himself off. He fixes Urus with a stern look. "Hello Urus. Might I recommend that you take to better target acquisition first, before attacking? A regular civilian could have been gravely hurt." He doesn't seem TOO angry, but he can be stern none the less. YOU try traveling with the likes of Lina and Gourry!

Silencia raises an eyebrow at Urus' explanation. "Minor problem? Care to elaborate?" When the hyena-man takes out his rifle and fires, Silencia gasps and covers her ears. Her wings perk up, an instinctual movement that Silencia doesn't have much control over. "What the-! Urus, what the hell did you shoot at?!" She glances between Zelgadis and Urus as they talk and it seems that Urus thought the unfamiliar man was someone, or something, else. Silencia sighs and peeks at Urus. "Now I really want to know what happened, if it makes you this paranoid." Always the nice girl, Silencia does take a moment to introduce herself to Zelgadis. She offers her hand and a kind little smile. "My name is Silencia. I hope you're alright?" He did look like he was alright and Urus seemed to know him, so Sil assumed he wasn't a new arrival.

Urus rubs the back of his neck sheepishly with a free hand. "Yes, sorry about that. Been dealing with a few things and...." as the fairy really wants to know he might as well spill the beans but he attempts to make it sound not as bad as it is. "Apparently some of the problems that a few of my friends thought they left behind in their world have followed them here. But, nothing to be worried about. dangerous, yes but nothing a few bullets won't fix. Nothing to be too worried about on your ends." He stows his rifle, a little smoke still whisping from the muzzle as he puts it back. "But again, sorry Zelgadis, long time no see."

Zelgadis shakes the proffered hand, flushing a bit as he tends to do around the lady folk. He shyly replies, "I'm fine, thank you. It's good to meet you. I am Zelgadis Greywers. At your service." He turns to regard Urus and finally waves it off. "It is alright, Urus. It is good to see you again as well. I must confess that I myself am now troubled if something has you this on edge. Have you reported it to your superiors?"

Silencia doesn't seem to be convinced by Urus' nonchalant explanation. "Urus. Do you want me to go and ask some officers to find out what's going on? If not, I suggest you tell me what has got you so paranoid." Silencia's tone is more joking than authoritative, but she is serious. The fae is a very curious and stubborn one, so Urus will not be able to brush her off that easily. Zelgadis gets another smile and she nods her head while shaking his hand. His shy attitude makes her adopt a very kind tone by instinct. "Nice to meet you too, Zelgadis. I assume you're not very new here?"

Urus why does she always know how to get her way... every time he has to end up with a bargain. Well, could be worse. Could be trying this with Kotal. But first with Zelgadis' question. "Yes I took it up with my superior, she was there when it happened." He sighs. "FINE. There was an attack by a group apparently called the Horde by DoomMuffin and Muradin. It comes from their world. They seem to be focused on the two of them only, well that and the probability that I could be in the line of fire as one of their friends is not beyond question. The only problem is that they seem to be using some extra recruits from other realms. The reason I am this jumpy is I am not entirely sure what I should be looking for and Zel watching from up there seemed suspicious." He nods having that done. Then he remembers "Now I told you, you mind not having half of task waltz down to the beach about this. Or any of them for that matter."

Zelgadis shakes his head at Sil. "I've been here for quite some time now. I was gone briefly but somehow I ended up here once again. I take it as a possible sign that the cure I seek is here...somewhere. It's as good a place to look as any." He peers back at Urus and frowns at him. "I am still failing to see why you intend to keep this as secretive as you are. Not only is such a thing most likely a job for law enforcement here but ALSO, others are in danger for a lack of knowledge. Are you sure this is how you'd like to proceed?..."

Silencia grins victoriously when Urus sighs and gives in to her demands. She knows how to get what she wants. As he explains the situation, her expression grows increasingly more worried. "Oh my... Of course you'd be jumpy then!" She was about to suggest something when Urus asks her not to involve TASK. She sighs and frowns. "I know you and Kotal aren't on the best of terms, but this sounds like a very dangerous situation. You know just as well as I do that I can't leave this alone." She sighs softly. "What if I promise you that I'll keep Kotal away from the matter? Will that help you accept our help?" Silencia obviously doesn't need Urus' consent to make anything happen, but she didn't like waltzing over people like that, so that's why she's trying to find some sort of middle ground.

Urus says, "You see this is why I did not want to tell you." Urus rubs his head with his thumb and index finger. "Kotal is part of the problem. He has a, and no offence to you because I know you and he are." And he interlocks the fingers on both his hands. "but he has a habit of being... what is word, Reckless, I believe saying is Bull in china shop. I think I am saying that correctly." He leans up against a nearby tree and continues. "This is personal, and apparently a matter of opinion as I see it. Two groups fighting it out for what they believe is right." Urus shakes his head disappointedly. "If I did not care so much about the two of them already I would say that it is their problem. They do not seem to remember what they are fighting for but it seems at least half of the combatants are too stupid to listen to reason. I am out here formulating a plan to even the odds, and make this problem nonexistent. Again, no offence but TASK protocol would get in the way, and why risk anyone else when a few can get the job accomplished.""

Silencia waves her hand dismissively and smiles. "None taken, sweety. I understand, but that's why I suggested not involving Kotal." Silencia expression turns serious as she continues. "I don't care about why they're fighting. What I do care about is that this situation might get dangerous for Morgana and her child. And uninvolved people will get dragged into it if the situation drags on. No matter how personal the matter might be, if this can endanger innocent people, I need to do everything in my power to stop it." Silencia crosses her arms and stares at Urus, the girl trying to exude an air of authority even though she probably end up looking a bit funny like that. "If you think you can move the situation to a place where no one else can get involved, then I will not interfere." She wasn't sure how he would be able to do that though. From what she heard, it's an enemy that they can only partially identify because it is unclear who has allied themselves with the attacking party. "If not, then I will step in, along with my fellow TASK officers. The most I can offer you then is to keep Kotal away from the situation."

Off in the distance a woman can be heard screaming. "That thing just stole my purse!" A fast glance can see a small child running away from said screaming woman, purse in his hands! He seems to have an almost bat-like face and light brown skin, and is dressed in a hoodie and pants that are perhaps set a bit too low, but he's managing to run regardless. He also seems to have long fingers with almost claw-like fingernails, in contrast to his feet, which have fairly new looking shoes(if they weren't muddied).

Urus chuckles slightly although a bit worriedly. "the situation will not drag on. Give it a week and it will all be over, one way or another..." he knows full well that either the horde is going to get slaughtered, or there is going to be about 3 less beach inhabitants. "I will keep you posted. If we get things done, I will tell you. If The horde is too much to handle, well, I will still be able to sort of tell you...." he says hoping it does not come to that. that's when a scream rings out. Urus looks to the fairy slightly happy at the misfortune, but only so that he can get out and do something. He tosses Sil his rifle, holster and all. "Try to keep up." He jeers as he drops down slightly into a more hunchbacked position and bolts in the direction of the plea.

Silencia nods slowly, accepting his words for now. "One week. I will give you that. If a citizen gets involved, I will step in though." Silencia blinks and glances at the direction the scream comes from and then peeks back at Urus, meeting his eye. She catches his rifle and frowns as he runs off. She starts running as well, just barely able to keep up with the hyena. While running, her eyes find the reason for the scream. A child? No time. Silencia focuses on the ground and a vine shoots out of the soil, just in front of the little thing, aiming to slow him down by tripping him. If it's succesful, another vine would wrap around the child to keep him from falling and to capture him.

Urus says "deal. Hopefully if it comes to that I will have some information to give you." As he sprints to try to get to get over to the area, he sees the what was originally assumed to be a kid but there are smaller races around Twisted so it is not too much of a surprise when he sees its face. When it snarls at him attempting to look menacing, Urus cackles back in his hyena like way. "hey little buddy, why are we running? Come back and play!" Thanks to Sil's quick vine work he is able to get hot on the tail of the creature. "come on, I don't bite! oh wait, I do." with an outreached claw he is barely outside of the area to grab him. Despite this though it should probably be feeling Urus' breath on the back of its neck by now.

Silencia keeps her focus on the vines, leaving most of the chase to Urus. Various vines shoot up from the ground in almost unpredictable patterns, though obviously aimed at the little one. Silencia is careful though. She does not want to cause unnecessary injury and doesn't want to end up tripping Urus, so it takes more of her focus to grow the vines exactly where they are needed. Also, after a little while, it may become apparent that she's using her attack in a way that tries to steer the little child in her direction. Hey, can't blame a girl for trying to make her job easier, right? By now she has stopped running, but is walking instead, strategizing as she observes the situation.

The thief actually starts swinging the purse like a sling as he runs, and tries to fling it in Urus' direction! His aim, however, is horrible, and it goes nowhere near the merc, and the thief ends up losing even more ground in the process. With what is easily guessed to be a curse in some language, he continues to try to escape Urus. He pauses briefly as he narrowly avoids tripping on a vine, then with a quick glance back at Urus, he keeps trying to run. He no longer seems terribly concerned where he's running to, so long as it's not towards Urus, which, with the guiding hand of the vines, ends up sending him right towards Silencia.

However, sometimes you want isn't so good a thing.

As the thief notices he's running at Silencia, he reaches into the front pocket of his hoodie and pulls out a wicked looking barbed dagger. Sure, it's small, but it certainly doesn't look nice! And now he's running right at Silencia with it!

Finally done with her work for the day, the little elf decided to slip out and go find Sil. She knew her fae love was out practicing again in the park and so off she flies in all her owlet splendor. Winging like an arrow she poofs through the teleporter and into the wooded park. Nearly the moment she arrives she hears a familiar voice cursing and the sounds of bodies crashing through the brush. The tiny owl hovers in place for a moment and then locates Silencia and in that same moment she sees brush being battered and vines shifting and moving. What ever is out there, its coming toward Silencia. However she also hears that thick accented cursing coming from the same direction. Well she isn't sure what the hell is going on but what ever it is, she is not gona let Urus run head long into Silencia. Ok, she's a tiny little owl but we have already seen how freaked folks get when they get an owl to the face. The little owl darts toward the movement coming toward Silencia. She arcs high then dives in hard and fast planning to back wing at the last moment , talons extended a hissing shrill of owlish piss off.

Considering how close he was before the tripping by vines and the winged terror that is Minu, its safe to say that Urus is tired of running after this guy and is close enough to do something about it. Seeing him pull a knife as he runs at Sil he takes the three seconds to make a remark before he actually does something. "Did your mother ever tell you not to run with knives." He says before attempting to wrap his arm around the little guy's neck and hoist him up like a demented version of a hug. "welcome to party Minu, glad you could make it."

Her time in Twisted and the experiences she had here have made Silencia rather fearless in comparison to how she was before. This allows her not to panic when the thief pulls out his knife. She might not be wearing her armor, that doesn't mean she does not have any defenses! Her left wing folds in front of her, acting like a makeshift shield, covering only half her body so she can still reach out and try to grab the little thief. The appendages were tougher than they looked and could easily act like a shield. Minu's arrival does distract Silencia for just a moment. She's standing there with her arms outstretched, meaning to catch the childlike thief in a hug as he runs toward her. She does see that Urus is trying the same thing from the back, so she starts running toward them, just in case her help is needed. Her wings are folded back again, the girl no longer seeing the need to cover herself.

The little creature... whatever it is, it's certainly not human... tries to leap out of the way of the attack he can predict is coming from the closeness of the voice behind him. While he does in deed dodge Urus' grasp, the leap upward puts him directly into the path of a certain incoming owl that he did /not/ see coming. Well, didn't before the hiss, at any rate. With a cry of surprise, he wildly swings the dagger towards the owl, trying at least to scare the bird away! As he lands, he regains his Barings and looks around himself. These people are still chasing him even though he threw the purse away! He looks around quickly, seeing the hyena man on one side, and the assault rifle armed woman on the other, and that BIRD that's (as far as he's aware) trying to claw his eyes out! This simple grab and run has gone horribly wrong for this thief, and he knows it.

"For Maglubiyet!" he shouts as he turns towards the armed woman and rushes at her again, ready to strike! He tries to leap over her wings, but his jump doesn't seem to quite get him far enough to be able to reach past the large appendages.

Its rare that something is other then what Minu expects but this is one of those times. As she is darting in, someone smaller then her natural form is suddenly there and lashing out at her. She has only enough time to do a wing over and essentially fall from the sky. She wasn't that high up thank goodness and so she shifts during that wing over and lands elf rump first on the forest floor. Blinking she is startled as Urus and the little person rush past her toward Silencia.

Urus with his absolute miss of a grab attempt leaves him annoyed especially as Minu crash lands. "THAT IS ENOUGH!" he shouts at the little guy. He rears back and delivers a haymaker with fingers and claws extended to the side of the assailant's head. "If you know what is good for you, you will get down and stay down, unless you want me to use you for target practice for the next month." His slightly heavy breathing can be heard through the threat as well as after it. "You two OK?" he asks the two, Minu still looking confused, so he lets her be. "Can I have that back?" Urus asks sil as he points to the massive rifle she still has.

Silencia gasps when she sees that dagger being swung at that familiar little owlette. Her eyes narrow and the girl lets out a noise that comes close to a growl. She lets out a string of curses too foul for a face that innocent and reaches out. Her hand hits against the handle of the blade to knock it out of the little thief's hand. She slips the rifle off of her shoulder and tosses it to Urus per his request. She then moves to grab the little thief, anticipating his fall because of Urus' attack.

The thief rapidly approaches Silencia again! ...This can happen when one is punched in the back of the head. It's indeed quite easy for her to knock the knife out of his hand, surprisingly... well, perhaps not so surprising when his eyes roll up and he collapses to the ground, just in time for Sil to catch him. He doesn't look like he's going to be moving any time soon.

" agh..." Urus complains shaking his right hand out. "Bastard has a hard head." Urus catches the gun in his left as he tries to allow his right time to stop hurting. He even checks his claws and sees on his ring finger one of his claws actually broke. "that's going to take a while to grow back..." then thinks to check and there it is, the other part of the claw lodged into its right temple. "aaaand that is going to leave a mark." He mentions pulling it out. small dribble of its blood seeping out of the wound. "Well, now what, you have any clue what this thing was talking about? a Mag something-or-another?" he questions. "Mind if I keep him for a day, see if he has any info about my problem, and after that he is all yours. You want me to ship him back in any condition or the same condition?"

Silencia sits down on the ground, holding the unconscious thief in her arms. She carefully checks him for wounds and heals them, her nature of being a caregiver never failing. She then peeks up at Urus and shrugs. "I don't know what he was talking about. Is he one of those creatures that have been attacking you guys?" She peeks down at the thief and notices that he's rather ugly. "I don't mind if you wish to keep him for a day or two, just don't kill him. I can heal him if he's injured. Let's try to keep a certain amount of civility here." She peeks at the broken claw and chuckles. "Does it have any use if I offer to heal that? It'll at least stop hurting..."

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2016-05-29 (PostU) An Unexpected Conversation.

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{{Logsummary|
Title = An Unexpected Conversation.
|Summary = As the Cerberus pup continues to fail at magic, they meet an unexpected companion.
|Who = [[The_Trio]], [[Jaune]], [[Steve the Bartender]],
|Date = May 29, 2016
|Where = [[The Usual Restaurant]]
|Log=

Jaune is currently seated at the bar, no one at either side of him, as he eats a simple looking sandwich. For some reason, he has what appears to be a large red mark on the side of his face. Is that... in the shape of a hand? Regardless, he's eating in silence.

With a crackle of lightning off to the side it balls up and flashes showing the three brothers. Obviously Jackson has been messing around with his magic again. Buster looks at Jackson unimpressed. "Nope. Still don't got it hunh..." he says knowing the answer. "I will get it right eventually..." he balks as the start to walk out the room before stopping near Jaune and looking at him, "Hey, I don't remember him." Rex mentions tilting his head to the left. "I don't either." Jackson replies as he speaks up for the group. "Excuse me, sir, who are you?" he asks Jaune curiously.

Jaune blinks and looks down at the voices, expecting to see three children. "Hm? I'm Jaune AaaaAAAAAAAA!" Those are not three children. In fact, Jaune is soon more at their head height as he falls off the bar stool from attempting to scoot away from the three brothers reflexively. His sandwich soars through the air, falling apart as it reaches the apogee of the arc of its flight. As it descends, the contents scatter themselves, mostly on Jaune's head. "....I'm Jaune Arc," he says a bit more calmly and a lot more glumly, now on the floor. It's not that he's actually has real problems with the strange creatures one may find across Twisted, it's more that when he's not expecting one, it tends to catch him off guard.

Head height? They are looking down on him as Jaune lands on the floor. All three with a wince as it happens. Buster though snaps out of it quickly as there is a small snicker from him when the sandwich lands. Putting their front paws on the counter, and subsequently the napkin dispenser. Jackson pulls a few with his teeth and comes down to 'hand' them to Jaune. "Goof da meef you." He says with his mouth full. Rex, head down slightly softly apologizes "Sorry for scarring you."

"Eheheh... It's okay," Jaune says. He still looks a little wary... We are talking a large, three headed dog here, after all. He's reacting more the way a civilian would react rather than a warrior as his sword and armor would suggest he is. "Thanks..." He cautiously takes the napkins to wipe down his face. There's still that piece of lettuce in his hair that he hasn't noticed, though. "So, uh, what is- are? -your name. s." He blinks a few times at the sight before him.

"Your welcome" Jackson replies as he lets go of the napkins. " umm you missed something... umm" looking up at the lettuce but not wanting to officially call it. Whether or not it is found or not he continues. "My name is Jackson, to my left is Buster," Buster takes the time to nod and respond "Hey there." Jackson picks back up "and to my right is Rex." There is a slightly timid nod from Rex as Jaune does not seem to be fully on board yet with their existence.

Jaune glances upward and ruffles his hair to get rid of the lettuce... somehow completely missing it. "Well, uh, it's nice to meet you... guys..." He pulls himself back upright again. "So uh... what.. what exactly are you, if you don't mind me asking?" He seems to be settling down fairly quickly, at least, even if he's trying to figure out how to address them, still.

The three of them decide to not tell him about the lettuce anymore. He will find it eventually. As Jaune asks his question the three of them look at each other confused as how he cannot figure it out. "Take a wild guess." Buster attempts to see how smart this new person is. Jackson however takes the game and judgement out of it. "Ever heard of a Cerberus? Well. That's what we are." Jackson then wonders. "Are you human like you look or...? I ask this because of the world we share at this point."

Jaune says, "Uhhhhh," at first, then shakes his head at the question of hearing of Cerberuses before. He then points a thumb at his own chest. "I am fairly confident in saying that I am, indeed human. A prime example of the human male!" Well, he can keep deluding himself, right? "Buuut, I get why you'd ask the question. You really never know what you're going to get in this place. What's normal to one person is freaky and weird to another, right?"

"well apparently we are part of the mythology of certain cultures... not sure how that happened but... there we go." Jackson concludes on the Cerberus idea. Buster again smiles and shakes his head when Jaune deludes himself. "Exactly" Jackson replies. "the cultural norms are scattered in this realm. You have to be careful or else you end up insulting someone." Rex seems to however be perking up to this guy. "So, how did you get here?" Rex, always the one to innocently ask the sometimes painful questions.

Jaune says, "Well, I was runni... retre.... being hunted by an Ursa and just kinda... showed up in the park. As soon as I saw other people were in danger, though, I killed it." He kind of puffs out his chest at that... not that it's very visible with his chest plate. He deflates just as quickly, however, slumping forward ever so slightly. "But you're right... It can be a thin line between complimenting someone and insulting them here." He rubs a hand on the red mark on his cheek."

As Jaune stutters with his choice of words Buster replies "Dude... just say it, you were running for your life." he says unconvinced "no need to make yourself look good around here. Everyone here is aware that there are things that are deadly and are not to be messed with." He says then a bit louder "Isn't that right?" as that happens a few TASK officers that are off duty raise their drinking glass before getting back to their meal as if they recognized his voice and listened in. Jackson looks at his brother and compliments, " A bit blunt, but a good message." When Jaune rubs his cheek Jackson can't help himself. "alright... what happened."

Jaune glances over to the TASK soldiers as Buster calls out to them. Unfortunately he apparently completely misses what Jackson's actually talking about, and instead answers, "Weeeell, I ran out of the forest and saw that there were other people out there that didn't... really look like hunts- warriors." He realized just a slight too late that he was using a term that was more or less limited to his world. "So I stopped and stood my ground, and fought off the ursa and killed it." He changes his stance slightly, assuming a bit of swagger. "I mean, it's no big deal, it's the third one I've killed."

"Ur-SA" Jackson says emphasizing the end of it. "Ok, well that was almost confusing. Thought you almost said something else." He thinks aloud, making sure he heard that correctly. They all nod and listen to Jaune's story. They sit near him their head still coming up to Jaune's waist when he sits on the stool. Jackson at the end of it tries to use more specifics to what he was talking about. "The mark, on your cheek, what's the story with that?" Rex however continues his train of thought as well. "How long have you been here? We have not seen you around."

Jaune says, "The mark on my..." He reaches up a hand to his cheek, then sighs and deflates. "Let's... not talk about that... It's really not important." His hand moves from his cheek to in front of his mouth as he clears his throat. "I've been here a few months, but I've been going to school at the Academy, so I've been busy there."

Buster eggs him on "Come on, you can tell us." Jackson decides though to allow a dropped subject to stay that way. "Ah the school, hope security there has not been too tight around there. I know that master has been a little tighter there since the Halloween incident." Rex is happy to hear that it has only been a few months however, "So have we. About... five months? Do I have that right?" Buster nods his head in agreement. "yeah 5 months."

Jaune sighs and manages to slump even further. "My, uh, attention wasn't wanted by a girl I was interested in. Let's... just leave it at that." With another sigh, he partially straightens back up again. "Security? I dunno. I mean, I've only been her about half the time you... guys have, I think. I've not noticed a change in that, though there was that one time one of the students drove a car onto the track field... That was... a bit psychotic."

"I hear ya man, I really do." Buster says in a half hearted attempt to make Jaune feel better about the girl. Jackson takes note of what Jaune says about the security almost seeming to make mental notes for later. "mhmm. Track? A car... really?" Jackson looks to the others inquisitively, "do we have that in records?" he whispers. The other two give him the wide eyed 'we have no clue' sort of look. "Well I am glad it does not seem to be smothering the students. You have a plan on what you are doing after you get out? you look almost old enough." Jackson asks.

Jaune sighs again and leans back against the bar. "I don't know anymore. Before I came here, I had my own team, we were going to be huntsman and huntresses... but now... Now I don't really have a goal anymore. Maybe join those TASK guys?" He shrugs. "They seem a bit too... military, though. It's... not really my style. I want to be a hero, not a soldier."

"TASK is a great organization, we are part of it. There are some good benefits." Jackson says. Buster though hears what Jaune is saying about being a hero. "boss is not going to appreciate this..." Rex is the only one who does not seem concerned in the slightest. "Well it seems you have an idea. There are plenty of fighters that do not belong to TASK." Buster attempts to persuade Jaune. Yes, it is a bit more military than most police forces but you work with a god on a daily basis!" Jackson plays middle line. "either line is open, it is your choice when it comes down to it. If you get to TASK, tell them we recommended you. If you want to go the other route and try to be a hero, well there is a guy that our girl trusts that does that too."

Jaune tilts his head. "Fighters that don't belong to TASK?" He seems to consider this. "Well... it's hard to... make a living at that, without a base, well, organization to be working for, isn't it? That where I'm a little... aimless right now. I mean... if I'm rescuing people and then asking to be paid... that's really not the same thing anymore, you know?" He then shakes his head again. "Oh, it's not something I really have to worry about right now, I've got plenty of time to figure it out, right?"

The three of them nod their head in unison as Rex reassures. "Yeah, you have plenty of time. Don't worry too hard." Jackson absolutely agrees with Jaune's assessment. "It can be, but the organization is essentially a second hand version of what you said was not the same. Rescuing and asking to be paid?" he brings up. "It works for some people, for others not so much. One guy works as a body guard and gets paid well, but we have seen him many times do things out of his own volition. Another guy was sent undercover in... well we can't say that. for others it's a pastime. They work like normal people until there is something to kill, and then they kill it." Apparently it has not taken Jackson long to get the hang of the denizens of twisted, having access to records and having gone on several patrols helps too. Buster nods, "there is time and I would make sure things are right. you get a second chance to live out here and a way to do what you have really wanted. I think, if I am not wrong that despite each of us.." he says looking to his brothers. "having different goals, we all have accomplished them. Being what we wanted to. If you want to be a hero. All you have to do is try." Jackson looks to Buster with a raised eyebrow and a quizzical look. "well, someone has been hitting hard with the emotional speeches today..." Buster growls, "anything wrong with that?" Jackson looks away. "Nope nothing wrong...."

Jaune ponders all that Jackson and Buster say. "Huh... a side gig, eh? That... could work." He looks up into the rafters as he ponders it a bit more, and frowns. "Of course I'd have to get another job, then. It's not something I've been particularly studying for, though, so I have /no/ idea what I'd do. But it's certainly something to think about." He then finally looks back down to the trio with a smile. "Thanks, guys. Good... boys?" He blinks, unsure of himself. "Just how doglike are you guys, anyway? Or is it just appearance?"

Buster compliments "This guy has never heard of our kind but knows how to politely address us... would you look at that!" then the tone turns to that of annoyance "You would not guess how many people treat us like a singular entity. Yes we share a body.... THAT'S IT!" sounding as if he had been holding on to that remark for a while. Jackson smiles as Jaune finds a path in the conversation. " Don't worry. You will get it. You're a smart person. I can tell." He winks. "how doglike? Well, to be honest there is not much that separates us and your average dog... well other than being smarter than most, being able to talk and well, you can see the rest. It's about the same. Rex over here," Jackson nods to the right," Is a glutton for attention. He would let you pet him all day if you wanted. Besides that we are pretty normal I would say... well as normal as possible. We have owners, we get fed, we walk ourselves which is apparently a bonus..."

Jaune says a bit dryly, "Well, you did introduce yourselves with different names, so, it kinda was obvious at that point." He nods and smiles as Jackson explains how much they really are just like normal dogs... only intelligent, able to talk, and sharing a body. With that knowledge, he feels confident that he won't be insulting them by patting Rex on the head, and indeed does so! "You guys have owners? Huh... that seems... odd when you're just as intelligent as humans. Wait, owners as in plural? You each have a different owner? That sounds... difficult."

Buster adds as Jaune makes the fact as clear as day. "Which is why it's even more infuriating when they do it... obvious or not." Rex allows Jaune to pat him on the head, even looking like he is enjoying it. Jackson is more than willing however to cover any confusion that sprung up. "Yeah, owners, well it's a combination of nature and nurture on that one. Remember how I said we are still dogs... yeah that sometimes even goes to thoughts as well and it feels natural, especially when they are good people. Yeah, multiple owners. You don't think that people in twisted can't settle down and get a life? It's like a small family. Sure is it unorthodox yes. Is it possible anywhere but here, no. Twisted... what are you going to do?"

Jaune says, "Oh, oh, so you meant that multiple people own all three of you, I thought that... nevermind." He laughs a bit at his own misunderstanding. "And really, unorthodox sounds like it fits in with this city just fine, if you ask me!" He looks up and nods his thanks to Steve as the bartender arrives with a new sandwich for him, unasked. "Thanks, man. Really appreciate it," he says before he grabs his new sandwich to put /in/ his face rather than /on/ it."

Jackson agrees "Unorthodox and this city are twins, you could easily mistake one for the other..." they are having a great time getting out and meeting new people, which, sure happens every day. But not every day without supervision. "yeah Steve is a good guy, there used to have another person behind the bar, but that's old news. " the Usual has been the stage for many a conversation, and today has been no different. Rex continues "I get it," he notes figuring out Jaune's faux pas. "no, although we are different we sort of come as a package."

Jaune laughs and nods. "Like I said, it'd be a bit difficult!" He glances over to Steve and then looks back to the boys with a shrug. "Someone else? Well, I've seen a couple of different people at the bar when I've been here... Was there a particular bartender you liked that stopped working here?" He glances around the place, then returns to his sandwich with a shrug.

Jackson continues "not that we particularly liked but we knew of them and one day something happened and we never saw them again." there is a tone like he has a clue what might have happened but is not sure or willing to talk about it. "But anyway, yeah." He pauses for a few seconds lingering on the thought before changing the subject. "So you said that in your world you were going to be a... huntsman was it? I have a feeling it does not have the same connotations than it does in mine. So what does that exactly entail?"

Jaune takes a bite of his sandwich and nods enthusiastically as he chews and swallows. "A Huntsman is like... a protector of society... specifically from the monsters of Grimm, but occasionally from other threats as well. They usually work in teams, but other than that are pretty independent. There's no... military structure, only Atlas really has that. But Huntsmen and Huntresses go out there to protect the people, to be heroes... It's what I'd always wanted to do with my life."

The gigantic dog lays down beside Jaune and Buster and Rex put their heads down to rest as if they did something really energy intensive, which they haven't leaving Jackson to chat. "hmm yeah now I can definitely see your aversion to joining TASK. Definitely sounds like a good life to be had. There are some grim looking monsters out there but probably nothing you have ever dealt with. Quite a few people know about all the monsters that live out there." He pauses before giving a loud whisper to the next part. "To which a majority of TASK does not have first-hand experience." And then clears his throat before continuing in a normal tone. "I would seek out some of those people first before hitting the battlefield. I know that learning on the job is important, but probably like your "Monsters of Grimm" these things are playing for keeps and the bet is both your lives. No reason not to get advice from those who have already taken the pains to learn, am I right?"

Jaune nods, perhaps a bit absent mindedly. "I guess so. So you think I should talk to those people not involved with TASK? Do you know where I can run into them? I'm going to hope you're not talking about the Anarchy sisters... They kinda scare me, to be honest."

"The who... no, I have not heard great things about them either." Jackson says "ummm," having given advice but having no one in mind. "Oh! Steve, do you have a spare paper from a few weeks ago, the one about the Xenomorph hive?" Steve gives an index finger before looking off to the side, finding said paper, and placing it on the table beside the plate Jaune is using for the sandwich. The title bold and black reading 'XENOMORPHS VANQUISHED'. Again in a hushed whisper, he says "TASK may not have people who fight well, in fact quite a few are simply paper pushers. But they have files on all four of the people mentioned here and they have had run-ins with just about every creature that has come in since their arrival. I am not sure about the other three but you see that hyena looking guy? Yeah My girl seems to trust him but I am not sure about what a good role model he makes so, be careful."

Jaune nods slightly as he looks it over. "They certainly look to be a, uh, rough looking group..." He looks up to Steve. "Do you mind if I have this?" he asks, which elicits a shrug from the bartender. Jaune then looks it over, frowning slightly as he reads over what is said over it. "Huh. So there's definitely a lot of trouble that was going on back then. And these guys took care of it instead of TASK? Maybe this is a better way to go..." His eyes glance over the part about Urus. "He... does look to be a bit... rough."

"Yeah, which surprised just about everyone, someone did the fighting and it wasn't TASK." Surprised word hadn't got to you, you should have been here for that If you have been around for as long as you've said." At this point Buster and Rex are visibly sleeping at this point, Buster drooling on the floor and the left paw as he does so. Jackson carries on. "Absolute brute of a man mannerisms wise. But he is just like you and me, mortal. Apparently he got torn up pretty bad after that fight though. But if its information about the creatures out here, it's one of those four you should talk to. Don't want to add to the cemetery if you catch my drift. "

Jaune continues looking at the article. "Well, I heard /about/ it, that some people not in TASK took care of it, but I didn't know the details." Pondering as he reads over it, he says, "Well, looks like they all are around the beach a lot, so I'll have to check that out..." He then looks up. "Thanks for the info, and the warning about the hyena guy. I'd better get going, though, unless I want to get locked out again."

"oh yeah, curfew and such, forgot about that, well we should get going too, this place was not our intended target to teleport to, but I am still glad I met you..." he says standing them up Rex comes to almost immediately, "I'm good... I'm up." Buster however still sleeping like a log, gets a wet tongue to the ear. "GAH!... I hate it when you do that." he snaps. Jackson then retorts "would you like us to go when you're snoozing?" Buster then hangs his head in shame "no." Jackson takes the time to say "Thanks for the conversation; it's been a while since I have heard a new perspective on things." tail up and happy as they probably can be considering Buster just got up, leave with Jaune, at least until they get to the door.

Jaune waves to the pups as they get to the door, and heads off to the north, towards the school. "See you guys later, then! It was a good conversation!" He somewhat cheerfully makes his way back to the Academy, and around the back to the Dormitories, where he pulls on the door and - "Oh, come on!" - of course he's just a minute or two too late.

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2016-04-16 (PostU) Story Swapping

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{{Logsummary|
Title = Story Swapping
|Summary = As Urus tells a tale of grandeur that may or may not be true, he is joined by friends and conversations in Twisted are never boring
|Who = [[Urus]], [[Serenity]], [[Silencia]], [[sunset]], [[Lucas]], [[Steve the Bartender]]
|Date = April 17, 2016.
|Where = [[Usual Restaurant]]
|Log=

About mid-day in the Usual Restaurant, one would say it is just another day, save for the fact that it has not been even a week yet since the destruction of the xeno nest. Urus is there at the bar, surrounded by five or ten listeners as he tells his story. "So this idiot, right. He takes us to his farm, which is clear 20 minutes out of town on edge of the barrier! This guy has no CLUE that he is sitting on border of death and has been for the last 2 years... and so I tell this guy 'go back to apartment; we will take care of this...." Urus is also still showing the pains of his art, bandaging and gauze mostly on the chest and upper arms. There are other obvious spots but small enough to be allowed to heal on their own. With his original garb shredded; khaki shorts seem to be today's style for him. He also seems unusually light on his weaponry.

Silencia walks into the Usual in a slightly less awkward manner than before. She even manages to fold down her brand new wings, so she doesn't need to pause whe going through the door! Progress! She's still not completely used to them though, needing to focus on not knocking everything down with the giant appendages. After she's made sure she's not near anything breakable, she looks around to see if she sees anyone familiar. She notices Urus, she didn't have much to do with the hyenaman, but his battered appearance brings a worried frown on her face. She folds down her wings, allowing them to drag behind her like a violet cloak, and makes her way over to Urus. For now she remains silent, waiting for him to finish his story. That's the only thing keeping her from throwing a million questions his way.

Serenity slides in through a partially-opened door in a ripple of undulatory fins and feathery gills fluttering in the currents of the suspended water. Ren has the TASK badge affixed (not very obviously) to the side of the storage box atop the force field generator. In the box is a jar double-wrapped in plastic bags. After entering, Ren looks to be already headed for the counter, but after spotting the Silencia and crowd of onlookers, slides over just to the edge of the group to look on with an inquisitive cant of the rhinophores. At the moment, the additions to Silencia seem to have the majority of Ren's attention.

Sunset spent her fair share of time around the Usual Restaurant, and today was not so different. Though for once food probably wasn't the foremost thing on the girl's mind this time around, considering she walked down from the balcony floor with her nose buried in a book instead. Yes, there are people that still read actual physical books and don't just download everything from the internets. Certainly seems to be experienced at it, as she navigates off the steps, around a table and avoids the wait staff without looking up from the pages.

Urus continues "So we pull up one of the cabbages and there is tunnel down into maze of other tunnels. When we get down there, there these beasts are! Dozens of them, in their prime, looking toward us as snacks. With calm consideration and pinpoint aim I begin blowing through them in twos. Green viscus blood soaking the walls of the cave. As the stragglers came closer they spit their acidic blood at me, but they too died by my hand. I had to protect the sea lady and her offspring. It was not only my job, but it was the right thing to do." during this his tail is wagging excitably. An obvious marker for those who know. "anyways here I am now, the city is safe, and everyone can go back to their daily lives without worry." A few grueling handshakes later, his hands wrapped entirely in athletic tape. The minor crowd disperses soon after, leaving him alone with Ren and Silencia. Steve who had been off to the side mentions to him casually, "were those kills before or after you single handedly killed the queen with your bear hands?" Urus looks at him peeved. "After." Steve walks away with a jeering "Sure." Returning to his tasks.

As the story is told and the crowd disperses, Silencia immediately inspects Urus' bandages. She really cannot leave a wounded person alone. Once she's confirmed that the wounds are actually well taken care of, she backs off and gives a friendly smile, as if she didn't completely invade Urus' space without speaking a word. "Hey... I can help speed up the healing process, if you don't mind?" She doesn't seem to react much to the heroics Urus just bragged about, mainly because she hadn't been listening much. Too distracted. Speaking of distracted, it is then that she notices Serenity and she offers a smile and a wave. "Hey there Ren!" Her wings quiver, as if wanting to fold out, but Silencia keeps them down. She hasn't noticed Sunset just yet.

Serenity fails to notice the passing teenager for now, with attention still on the storyteller. Ren seems to be accepting this story without doubt until Urus gets to the part about protecting rather than being protected by Morgana, after which Ren appears a bit uncertain about it. The remark afterwards from the bartender doesn't do anything to relieve that uncertainty. With the other onlookers out of the way, Ren then slips over with a ripple to Silencia's side to offer both Silencia and Urus a pat on the shoulder. "Hello," Ren rasps in cheery greeting. "I'm glad to see the two of you each in one piece."

Sunset initially walks right past the group, but hearing more familiar voices does draw her attention away from the book. She pauses and turns a bit to look back in the direction of the group, catching familiar faces to match the voices as the rest of the gathering departs from story time. "Oh, hello guys. Urus, Serenity..." Pause. Slight squint. She heard about Silencia coming out of her cocooning but hadn't actually seen her yet. "Is that you, Silencia?" she askes at the end of the greeting as she turns and walks back to the gathering to investigate.

Urus notices immediately those in his vicinity now. "Silencia, Serenity." He allows Silencia to get close considering she decides not to do anything before asking. "I am fine. I have had mu..." as serenity pats him on the shoulder, which is still healing and therefore tender. He sharply inhales and then and whispers "Uch worse." He clears his throat. "Glad to see you too Ren. How was your... hatching I guess" he asks Silencia. He would have been there but he was previously engaged. "Sunset, long time no see. How have you been."

Silencia looks unconvinced. She simply frowns and crosses her arms. The illusion of choice completely gone. "You don't look fine." Her fingers are itching to use her healing magic, but she retrains herself for now. Serenity's pat on the shoulder does serve to distract her for now. Her frown disappears and she smiles at her colorful friend. "I'm glad to see you too. Sorry for worrying you." She remembered some of the moments before she cocooned up and what she remembered wasn't pretty. Urus's question makes the fae grin. "It went well, as you can see. Am still alive and well." She actually was glad there weren't more people there when she got out of her cocoon. "Now, time for you to tell me why you're refusing my offer to heal you! You'd think a warrior would jump at the opportunity to have himself healed in moments!" Sunset's voice causes Silencia to pause her rambling and turn to the fire-headed female. She smiles and waves. "Hey there Sunset! And yes, it's me!"

Serenity smiles warmly at Silencia's words, but frowns upon Urus' reaction. "Pardon," Ren says, quickly withdrawing the damp 'wing' from him. "I see that you have gained quite the following there, but I think your story won't be the any worse for it if you lose the visual aid," Ren remarks encouragingly, motioning toward him with the edge of a pair of right fins. Ren twists to look as Sunset speaks up, then offers her a smile and a wave of the 'wing'. "Perhaps we could take a picture first?" Ren suggests, looking from Silencia to Urus.

"I keep busy," Sunset replies to Urus with a smile, holding up the book she was reading as if to indicate such. It actually looks like some sort of textbook. "Between my own pursuits and helping Rayne and Serenity with the Welcome Center there is no shortage of things to do. Plus I've been one of our main go-betweens with the school since I'm closer to their age." Then turns and walks a bit farther to circle around Silencia, looking her over. "Looking pretty sharp there.. Ooh, and you have wings now. Cool!"

"I have had worse," Urus balks, "I may be no Rayne, but I have died before and yet here I am..." At least he truly believes that, it might have been faulty technology or something that brought him here and not death. Who is to say? "Good to see that nothing went south on your end." He remarks to Sil. As for Ren "No problem, and the visual aid.. is actually doing something..." he pauses to listen to sunset. "Go between hunh? Right there, doing that. Good to see someone is keeping an eye on the kids, might be there myself in a few months." Someone is going to have to look after Morgana's kid if it goes on land, and something tells him that the job will be foisted his way. Sil's question is quite direct and impossible to merely 'not notice' "You really want to know? Fine. "He begins. "I trust you and all. You are great person... however the last time that I trusted my health to someone else, I got messed up beyond all repair." Motioning to all of him.

Silencia calmly listens to Urus' explanation, but again, she seems unconvinced. "I have healed people before and there were no weird side effects, I promise!" However much he may refuse her, Silencia is a very stubborn little fae and she will do everything in her might to convince this man to let her heal him. Her wings quiver again, almost unfolding when she gets distracted. She does smile gratefully at Serenity when the gentle slug seems to try and help her case. Sunset looking her over and commenting on her wings seems to make Silencia a bit self-conscious. Because of the way they're folded, the wings seem somewhat smaller than they actually are. She does smile and carefully unfolds them to allow Sunset (and the rest, of course!) a better look. "I'm still getting used to them and no, I haven't tried flying yet..." Her tone is joking, but that question usually is one of the first ones she gets, so she opted for answering that immediately. "You sound like you're awfully busy, Sunset!"

Serenity nods at Sunset's account, regarding curiously for a moment the book that had her attention. "To be fair," Ren adds for Silencia after Urus explains his worries, "it is rather soon after some major revelations and changes for you. Some practice on non-person animals might not be a bad idea, to ensure that everything else still works as expected." As Silencia allows the wings to unfold, Ren leans in to look attentively and extends a 'wing' of another sort to touch one. "You do think that they are for movement, then?" Ren asks her.

Sunset takes a step back as the wings are unfolded. "Don't worry. I have plenty of experience in the whole getting use to extensive physical changes category." And no, that's not a 'maturity' joke. This is a unicorn that spend several years learning to be a human remember. "They look very nice on you, though." She does frown a little at Urus' explanation though. Can't really blame the guy for being... touchy about the subject after such an experience. She chews her lower lip for a moment, which usually indicates she's considering how to phrase something. "I think Serenity may be right, Silencia," she finally replies, lightly putting a hand on the other shoulder. "We know you're trying to help, but you should be sure your changes haven't altered your other abilities. Just like you want to get comfortable with your new wings before you try flying with them."

"That's what the other guy told me... still yet to pay him a visit." he mentions trailing off. As for the Fae's new wings "yeah, It takes a while to get used to a new body, or, new parts of a body.." He nods slowly in agreement. "Tell you what Silencia, If push comes to shove and I need to get back in action, I will give you a call." That is a decent middle ground. It is not like she has not done it a couple hundred times with success. Although he and the war god have never really hit it off, maybe the ties between him and the priestess are not That strong. "By the way Ren, I am just as much human as I am animal... I hopefully have been guaranteed that much."

Silencia glances between Serenity and Sunset as the both of them try and reason with her. Though she doesn't like it, she cannot ignore their warnings. So she sighs and gives in, her wings even drooping a little. "Fine. I'll back down for now..." She should really get back to training soon, just so she'll know where she stands with her magic. Urus' suggestion catches Silencia off-guard and she offers the man a bright smile. "Deal! I promise I'll have tested my healing by then, just in case!" She seems very cheerful now, even though she didn't get to heal the man, she at least got him to agree to let her help, maybe. She also glances at Serenity and smiles. "To answer your question, I really do not know. Right now, I'm a bit hesitant to even try flying, especially considering I still need to get used to moving them."

Serenity nods at Urus' latter observation and motions inward with both pairs of fin edges. "Obviously I'm not so much concerned about whether beings are human so much as whether they are people." Ren grins and adds, "And when they worry what conclusion one has come to, that's quite good evidence of personhood." Silencia's optimism, too, gets a smile. "I haven't seen many people in the water yet, or I would suggest swimming rather than flying," Ren says to her.

Sunset doesn't comment on the 'non-person animals' remark, but she does briefly give Serenity a look of faint amusement because she knows she technically falls into that category of being an 'animal person' even if she looks human. Serenity does make her point of differation pretty clear, though. Matter seems to have been taken care of though, thankfully. "Yeah, you want to get comfortable with having them before you try flying. Twilight said it took her several lessons from Dash after getting wings before she really got the hang of it."

Urus raises an eyebrow at Serentiy when she mentions her non- person animals "I am not sure how to respond to that..." whether or not that is a good thing or not is beyond him. "I hope training goes well with your wings. At least that is only thing you should have to do. I suggest fluffy landing area." Remembering the first time he learned to fly a spacecraft the landing was particularly hard, cracked a support strut and everything.

Silencia smiles as Serenity explains her views. She stretches her wings carefully before folding them down again. "I agree with you, Serenity..." An amused giggle escapes the fae and she grins. "Just imagine people categorizing me as a bug because of the wings..." Urus gets a grateful nod. "I'll probably stick to the park though. My vines and stuff may come in handy with the falling part of learning to fly..."

The Usual Restaurant is a pretty popular place, so it's not that unusual when the door opens, and some-random-guy (probably not his actual name) walks in off the street. Actually, 'walks' might be generous; when some-random-guy /shuffles/ in off the street. A grey hoodie works alright with his blue jeans, but bright red sneakers indicate that color coordination is not exactly his number one priority.

"Huh. Wouldja look at that?" Lucas turns his head as if looking around, before ambling over towards the bar. "People." Regulars might have seen him around the bar now and again in the past, but he's quiet, and only ever been introduced to Serenity, here. Additionally, he seems to have missed her on the way in. His eyes pass over the half-fae, the human-hyena, and Sunset with about an equal level of non-recognition; doesn't seem surprised by any of the group gathered. Instead, he moves to take a seat. If he's very lucky, he won't accidentally try to occupy the same space as Ren at the same time. He'll order a drink soon. Just sitting down will be nice.

Serenity looks on curiously as Sunset describes Twilight's efforts, then smiles at the mention of a 'fluffy landing area'. "You have too few limbs to be regarded as a bug," Ren remarks with a note of amusement and a poke of an extruded 'digit' at Silencia's arm. "In fact, I am quite curious how your practice would work, but imagine that it might at first be a bit embarrassing to show to others." Ren glances back as Lucas comes over, then looks again with mild surprise. "hhh..." Ren hisses uncertainly before fishing up "Lucas, yes? It's been some time since I saw you last. You're doing well?"
"Yeah, at least you don't have to learn how to use a pen or remember to open doors without relying on magic." Sunset laughs a bit even though she's mostly making fun of herself. First learning how to be 'human' was a very interesting time. "Fluffy landing spots might be hard to find, unless you can walk on clouds like pegasi and alicorns do." Sunset pauses and turns her attention a bit to see who else Serenity is speaking to. "Oh, hello there."

Urus notices the man pretty obviously as he sits next to him, by walking through the conversation. "Can I help you?" He asks "Walking... " Urus mentions " You do not know how lucky you are until you have to learn it again." Silencia would be hard pressed to find better people than Urus and Sunset to talk about transformations. He then notices that serenity actually knows the newcomer. "Lucas? Good to meet you, and holds out a hand to shake unawares at this time of his impending faux pas. "You are person with wings. Definitely not bug." He agrees about Silencia's current status.
Silencia grins as Serenity and Sunset joke around. "I don't mind spectators, just don't expect me not to fall! And maybe try not to laugh too loudly..." Silencia grins lightheartedly. Yup, she's definitely in a very good mood! As Serenity's attention turns toward someone else, Silencia follows that line of sight to peek at the unfamiliar man. She raises her hand and offers a friendly wave. "Uhm... hello!" Urus' comment about what exactly she is gets another grin. "Well... I do have the ability to summon butterflies and to communicate with them, on some level, so maybe I share more with them than just the wings..." Silencia doesn't think she has anything to do with bugs, but her good mood leaves her in a very joking mood.

As he manages to take a seat, Lucas waves off Urus' question. "Don't mind me, just fixin' for a drink." He jumps a little when he hears his name from the empty air, before remembering something himself. "Oh yeah, Serenity. Been a while." He adjusts his position so it looks less like he was surprised, and more like he's going to fall off from terminal laziness and/or exhaustion, then looks over towards her general direction. His eyes don't really seem to focus on anything, but at least it's not like he's looking off to one side while talking.

"Doin fine, thanks. Another day, another graveyard." That...is not a phrase that people use. Ever. He nods at Urus' and Silencia's words without acknowledging the handshake or wave, then blinks when Sunset speaks to him. He turns a bit more to face her, but his eyes still aren't focusing on anything. "Huh; you're human? In Twisted? Looks like Ah found me a unicorn."

Irony | noun | irony : incongruity between a situation and the accompanying words or actions that is understood by the audience but not by the characters.

"Er, Ah mean 'Hi'. Sorry." Classy.

Serenity glances to Urus' offered hand, but seems to opt for letting evidence explain rather than words. Ren frowns at Lucas' remark about graveyards, apparently not catching his joke after that. "Oh dear. Gegoshi was not able to help you locate your friend?"

Sunset opens her mouth to start a response, most likely to make some sort of joke about learning to walk on two legs in response to his mentioning it. But stops flat in her tracks before she gets a chance when Lucas speaks up again. Teal green eyes blink a couple of times. It was hardly a secret around here that she was technically not as human as she appeared. But when the new (to her perspective) guy says it essentially at random, it's a double-take worthy moment.

"Uh..." One hand goes to rub the back of her head, Sunset's usual gesture for when she's feeling awkward or such. "... Actually I -am- a unicorn. I just happen to be in a human form. It's... a really long story." It doesn't register to her how that was actually a joke on seeing something seemingly unusual.

Urus Cackles in that oh so iconic hyena way when Lucas makes the unexpected joke. He takes his hand away sort of glad considering how messed up it is right now. "you are good in my book, let me buy your drink." The only other person he has offered to pick up a tab for on a first meeting is Dante... so first impressions are apparently really good so far, at least one way. "You can talk to butterflies? That is neat. I am not sure how often it will come up. I have learned the language of the Hyena, but it never comes up..."

Silencia tilts her head curiously at Lucas. There were so many things that struck her as 'odd' even though she was used to the oddities that Twisted may offer. She decides to not dwell on it though. As Urus asks about her talking to butterflies, Silencia shakes her head. "Not exactly talking... I mean, I can speak and they understand, but they cannot speak to me. It's a very vague form of communication that focuses more on feelings and sensations instead of actual words." She waves her hand dismissively. "It's a bit complicated to explain."

Lucas' apologetic look goes away when Sunset explains that she is, in fact, a unicorn. It's replaced instead by a sort of blank stare, then a head tilt. He opens his mouth to speak, then lifts a hand, then closes his mouth, and lowers said hand. "...Huh. Ah'm sure Ah coulda made that more awkward, somehow." He just kind of waits for a moment, letting that hang in the air before spinning to look at Urus.

"Think Ah'll take ya up on that, Mr. uh..." He pauses for a moment. "Mr. guy. It's been a long day, and I could use something strong to t'take my mind off it." No wonder he's a regular; washes his troubles away with booze. "Maybe a strawberry Italian soda." ...So strong!

Finally, he spins back to look towards Serenity and Sunset. "Sorry. Foot-in-mouth disease. Got it from my pa." Somehow, he seems like the kind of person that would manage to say that right as his dad was standing behind him. "...And I never did manage to find Gegoshi; would you believe it? Blind man, not findin somethin'. Irony." No, actually Irony is... nevermind.

|}}

Urus

2016-04-05T18:55:43Z

Wolfmaster97:

{{2014Profile|
|Image=Gnowar2.jpg
|Name=Urus Deravin
|Series=Original
|Class=Mercenary
|Alignment=Neutral
|Gender=Male
|Species=Hyena-Human hybrid
|Age=32
|Birthdate=August 13, 2106
|Height=6'1"
|Weight=187lbs
|Short=A walking talking hyena with a sick sense of humor.
|Desc=The creature before you is what happens when science allows man to mix human DNA with animals. It seems the example before you comes from hyena stock. At 6’1” he’s taller than your average person, mostly due to his long digitigrade legs which seem too thin near the ground to hold up the rest of it up, but gets bigger and more natural looking near the thighs. The legs end in large paws, falling slightly short but much wider than a human’s foot. From each of his four toes sprouts sharp obsidian black claws. A dewclaw extends a few inches up on the inside each leg. His body seems neither overly muscular, nor does it seem thin, bringing minor bulk and no extra definition. Similarly built arms end in normal five fingered hands with the exception of more obsidian black claws on the ends of each of the fingers. A short tail grows out from the waistline. the other portion of his extended height is a mildly elongated neck. A hyena’s head caps the figure, two brown eyes staring back. Vicious looking pointed teeth fill the large mouth. A thin, long scar runs down from His nose to its cheekbone. Meanwhile two pointed ears stand atop the head, the right one appearing to have a sizable chunk torn from it.a strange hand shaped white mark in the fur seems to go over the muzzle. The entire mass is covered top to bottom in course, dirty, brown fur. Medium sized black spots randomly spatter the brown canvas.

As for clothing it seems sparse, the outfit looking more at home at an NRA meeting than for actual combat. Snow camo cargo pants are worn just below the waistline seeming to be dropped that far for the reason of baring the tail. It fits loosely around the legs, stopping at the ankle. Its several velcroed pouches seem full, two are placed on the outside of each lower leg, one on either side, large enough to fit an entire hand in. two thin pouches are positioned on the upper left leg, parallel, one right next to the other. A black leather bandolier hangs from his left shoulder, the bottom most portion of it laying at the opposite hip. It is lined all the way around with small 9mm pistol ammunition. His weapon of choice is draped by a sling on his right shoulder, the weapon itself settling where his left hand naturally lies. The weapon itself is an MP5SD-N1, an internally silenced version of the Venerable MP5 German 9mm submachinegun. A solid titanium stock hangs out behind him like a second tail. The entire matte black weapon is covered in silver scratches from front to back due to wear and tear. If one looks closely the letters L and D are etched in, the silver metal showing through. The lettering superimposed upon one another, just above the chamber.

|Skills=Abilities:

Savage Bite: hyenas have an extremely strong bite force up to 1100 psi (the force to crack a human skull is around 400 psi)

Side effects to a recipiant can include but is not limited to bruises, internal and/or external bleeding, pain at the application site, broken bones, and in serious cases death. Call your doctor if side effects persist.

Unretractable claws: Urus like his natural bretheren have sizeable sharp claws on the hands and feet.

Skills:

Marksmanship: Urus is well trained with ranged weapons, being able to use most ranged weapons effectively such as rifles or pistols, and to a lesser extent objects such as crossbows, any weapon with a trigger mechanism that is point and shoot.

Hand to hand combat: Urus has extensice knowledge and experience with grappling and disarming techniques used by modern military forces.

Survival: Between his animal instincts and training, living off the grid in the middle of nowhere for extended periods of time is a cakewalk for him.

Language training: Originaly speaking Russian from a young age he has also learned english moderatly well as to be able to speak with the majority of the other space faring humans.

First aid: he has knowledge of how to heal light wounds and set broken bones in the feild. he does not however have a medical license of any kind nor does he have the knowlege to heal anything else really.

|Stats=PHYSICAL ABILITY: 6

KNOWLEDGE: 5

MAGICAL KNOWLEDGE: 0

SUPERHUMAN ABILITY: 0

|Logs={{Template:Logs}}
|}} 
==Background==
The year is 2138 (at least on earth). The human race has learned the art of advanced space travel and has inhabited several different worlds, and with the expansion of "Civilization", the law has been unable to keep up. In the outer worlds the rule of thumb is "Anything can be aquired, For the right price". Many loners, unscrupulus individuals, and people who are looking for a quick buck have made this their profession of choice. Because of the dangers posed by transporting such material, escorts or esseentialy armed guards were needed to keep both the cargo and the smugglers safe.

The problem being that there are a lot of these people who are looking to make a quick buck, and not enough jobs to go around. Urus Deravin was one of those people. Born in a primarily russian off world colony, manners were never his strong suit. He specialized in close combat and was usualy hired on as an escort for the smugglers in case of complications. After years of work he was phased out by better geared and and younger escorts. Down on his luck he searched furiously to find some way to get his life back.

He came across the Zouhtech genetics lab, who were known for having strange experiments being tested every day of the year. They told Urus that they would pay him for a test. By using hyena DNA they said it would make him stronger, smarter and more instictual. seeing the possibility of aquireing an edge in the escort market again as well as being paid, he agreed to go along with the test. The test did what is was meant to do, with unforseen side effects he was stronger but his body morphed and changed becoming a hybrid of both man and hyena. The test also warped his mind, as he started to act more like the creature he now resembled.

his new form, despite being strange for some people got him noticed for larger and more risky jobs. As of late his last job was an armored ship that was said to have a prince's inheritance in wealth aboard, and that half would be his if he was able to secure it. what he didn't know was that the guards aboard were ready for that type of situation. They were armed with ion disruptors, which were said to destroy objects so completely that there is no discernible trace that the object even existed. The law of matter is that matter cannot be created or destroyed, so where does it go? Hazard a guess on where!?
==Notes==
<references />

[[Category:Active]]

Urus

2016-04-05T18:46:58Z

Wolfmaster97:

{{2014Profile|
|Image=Gnowar2.jpg
|Name=Urus Deravin
|Series=Original
|Class=Mercenary
|Alignment=Neutral
|Gender=Male
|Species=Hyena-Human hybrid
|Age=32
|Birthdate=August 13, 2106
|Height=6'1"
|Weight=187lbs
|Short=A walking talking hyena with a sick sense of humor.
|Desc=The creature before you is what happens when science allows man to mix human DNA with animals. It seems the example before you comes from hyena stock. At 6’1” he’s taller than your average person, mostly due to his long digitigrade legs which seem too thin near the ground to hold up the rest of it up, but gets bigger and more natural looking near the thighs. The legs end in large paws, falling slightly short but much wider than a human’s foot. From each of his four toes sprouts sharp obsidian black claws. A dewclaw extends a few inches up on the inside each leg. His body seems neither overly muscular, nor does it seem thin, bringing minor bulk and no extra definition. Similarly built arms end in normal five fingered hands with the exception of more obsidian black claws on the ends of each of the fingers. A short tail grows out from the waistline. the other portion of his extended height is a mildly elongated neck. A hyena’s head caps the figure, two brown eyes staring back. Vicious looking pointed teeth fill the large mouth. A thin, long scar runs down from His nose to its cheekbone. Meanwhile two pointed ears stand atop the head, the right one appearing to have a sizable chunk torn from it. The entire mass is covered top to bottom in course, dirty brown fur. Medium sized black spots randomly spatter the brown canvas.

As for clothing it seems sparse, the outfit looking more at home at an NRA meeting than for actual combat. Snow camo cargo pants are worn just below the waistline seeming to be dropped that far for the reason of baring the tail. It fits loosely around the legs, stopping at the ankle. Its several velcroed pouches seem full, two are placed on the outside of each lower leg, one on either side, large enough to fit an entire hand in. two thin pouches are positioned on the upper left leg, parallel, one right next to the other. A black leather bandolier hangs from his left shoulder, the bottom most portion of it laying at the opposite hip. It is lined all the way around with small 9mm pistol ammunition. His weapon of choice is draped by a sling on his right shoulder, the weapon itself settling where his left hand naturally lies. The weapon itself is an MP5SD-N1, an internally silenced version of the Venerable MP5 German 9mm submachinegun. A solid titanium stock hangs out behind him like a second tail. The entire matte black weapon is covered in silver scratches from front to back. If one looks closely the letters L and D are etched in, the silver metal showing through. The lettering superimposed upon one another, just above the chamber.

|Skills=Abilities:

Savage Bite: hyenas have an extremely strong bite force up to 1100 psi (the force to crack a human skull is around 400 psi)

Side effects to a recipiant can include but is not limited to bruises, internal and/or external bleeding, pain at the application site, broken bones, and in serious cases death. Call your doctor if side effects persist.

Unretractable claws: Urus like his natural bretheren have sizeable sharp claws on the hands and feet.

Skills:

Marksmanship: Urus is well trained with ranged weapons, being able to use most ranged weapons effectively such as rifles or pistols, and to a lesser extent objects such as crossbows, any weapon with a trigger mechanism that is point and shoot.

Hand to hand combat: Urus has extensice knowledge and experience with grappling and disarming techniques used by modern military forces.

Survival: Between his animal instincts and training, living off the grid in the middle of nowhere for extended periods of time is a cakewalk for him.

Language training: Originaly speaking Russian from a young age he has also learned english moderatly well as to be able to speak with the majority of the other space faring humans.

First aid: he has knowledge of how to heal light wounds and set broken bones in the feild. he does not however have a medical license of any kind nor does he have the knowlege to heal anything else really.

|Stats=PHYSICAL ABILITY: 6

KNOWLEDGE: 5

MAGICAL KNOWLEDGE: 0

SUPERHUMAN ABILITY: 0

|Logs={{Template:Logs}}
|}} 
==Background==
The year is 2138 (at least on earth). The human race has learned the art of advanced space travel and has inhabited several different worlds, and with the expansion of "Civilization", the law has been unable to keep up. In the outer worlds the rule of thumb is "Anything can be aquired, For the right price". Many loners, unscrupulus individuals, and people who are looking for a quick buck have made this their profession of choice. Because of the dangers posed by transporting such material, escorts or esseentialy armed guards were needed to keep both the cargo and the smugglers safe.

The problem being that there are a lot of these people who are looking to make a quick buck, and not enough jobs to go around. Urus Deravin was one of those people. Born in a primarily russian off world colony, manners were never his strong suit. He specialized in close combat and was usualy hired on as an escort for the smugglers in case of complications. After years of work he was phased out by better geared and and younger escorts. Down on his luck he searched furiously to find some way to get his life back.

He came across the Zouhtech genetics lab, who were known for having strange experiments being tested every day of the year. They told Urus that they would pay him for a test. By using hyena DNA they said it would make him stronger, smarter and more instictual. seeing the possibility of aquireing an edge in the escort market again as well as being paid, he agreed to go along with the test. The test did what is was meant to do, with unforseen side effects he was stronger but his body morphed and changed becoming a hybrid of both man and hyena. The test also warped his mind, as he started to act more like the creature he now resembled.

his new form, despite being strange for some people got him noticed for larger and more risky jobs. As of late his last job was an armored ship that was said to have a prince's inheritance in wealth aboard, and that half would be his if he was able to secure it. what he didn't know was that the guards aboard were ready for that type of situation. They were armed with ion disruptors, which were said to destroy objects so completely that there is no discernible trace that the object even existed. The law of matter is that matter cannot be created or destroyed, so where does it go? Hazard a guess on where!?
==Notes==
<references />

[[Category:Active]]

2016-03-26 (PostU) Chemicals and Cabbages.

2016-03-27T15:05:40Z

Wolfmaster97: Created page with "{{Logsummary| Title = Chemicals and Cabbages |Summary = While minu works on chemistry, people arive and make a mess. Also, aliens! |Who = The_Trio, Kotal Kahn,..."

{{Logsummary|
Title = Chemicals and Cabbages
|Summary = While minu works on chemistry, people arive and make a mess. Also, aliens!
|Who = [[The_Trio]], [[Kotal Kahn]], [[Minu]], [[Silencia]], [[Rayne]]
|Date = March 26th, 2016.
|Where = TASK kitchen.
|Log=

Its late afternoon, after lunch but not yet dinner and the little elf has set up shop in the TASK kitchen. What once was a well appointed cooking space is now, a Lab. There is some kind of two inch thick matting on the table and atop that is a rack of test tubes, several jars of assorted chemicals and a fancy looking scale. The little elf has on a lab coat, gloves, and goggles on over her glasses. A butane burner sits to her left and she is busily measuring out something from a glass bottle onto a small plate on the scale. She looks down at a note book open to a page full of notations, formulations and math. She murmurs to herself, something about moles to the gram and taps a little more of the dark powder onto the scale. Just above her note book sits a rather large chemistry book open to a page concerning reactive compounds.

The Pups happen to be outside the door, technically in the dining room because they have been told on many an occasion that they are not allowed into the kitchen. You steal a couple of tamales ONE time... In any case, Minu also told them that so, I guess it's a rule of thumb. There are few things being said however as most of the elf's work is very careful. Jackson decides to interject however, "Who or what got you to think of doing something like this? I know the Boss still has his reservations."

Silencia hums a cheery little song while walking toward the kitchen. She's getting quite a bit better now, someone looking at her wouldn't be able to tell how weak she had been a couple of days ago. She was still a little pale, but no longer does she look like she's about to faint. Today Silencia had been planning on using the kitchen for making yummy treats, because she was bored of sitting around. She enters the kitchen with a smile, only to blink when she sees that it's occupied. "Oh... hey Minu! What're you doing?"

Its nearing evening and that means its time for Kotal to do his favorite thing that isn't slaughtering his enemies or cuddling with Silencia.

Its time for COOKING!

The Aztec warrior always seems to turn into a different person when he is in the kitchen. When normally he is stoic and serious in all things, cooking things definitely gets him in a strange mood. There's almost a skip to his step when he heads over to the kitchen and he's even humming a merry tune.

So out of it is the deity that he doesn't even notice that there are people inside the kitchen and it has currently been turning into a lab. After all, Kotal -always- cooks at this time so people should know better that to be here, right?

He continues humming, puts on his apron and chef hat, and walks over to the counter blindly reaching for a sack of corn flour- which of course ends up with him knocking over a bunch test tubes "What is this??" Kotal's eyes blink as if awakening from a day dream and its then he realizes all the people in his kitchen and the current state of said room.

He doesn't seem to approve.

"AAAH! What have you done to my kitchen!!?"

Minu is ever so carefully measuring as Jackson questions her. "I learned a little something from nearly getting blown up. Chemistry can make something small into something very big and dangerous. After some discussion with Urus and learning to use grenades I decided I needed to teach myself how to make explosives and other possible uses for chemical reactions. We have a lot of magic going on now and a lot of pure meat headed muscle but no one is really thinking about science and how to use it to our favor and so I am. I will never be warrior material but I can out think and out plan nearly everyone I know. No offense pup. Also, we have discovered fire works really well on the Xeno things and I am working on chemical fire." She picks up the little round plastic plate she had been measuring onto and carefully taps the contents into a small glass beaker. As Sil walks around the pup and enters the kitchen she makes a soft "hi, please don't.Damn It ALL Kotal!" as the war god comes into the kitchen and knocks into some of her test tubes. "Dinner prep isn't for at least an hour did you HAVE to come in here like some over sized blue ox?" The tiny lady plants her hands on her hips and glares at the war god tapping her foot.

"I am not sure that this Urus guy is good for you to be around, you speak well of him and all but he seems just like the... meathead muscle as you put it." Jackson worries. As they chat, Buster spots Kotal, the man is sort of hard to miss that is. "Hey boss, how's it going?" He questions. Suddenly as there are so many people in there, they are sort of glad they aren't stuffed in there too. There is a small creak coming from the entrance to the dining room. Rex, however seems occupied now with someone else. Only Rex can be heard as if the other person is whispering. "Great, he will be pleased set them there. Yeah, but you might not want to. Of course, but that will be on me, not you. Ok have a good night."

Silencia had the sense to stay away from the weird glass tubes and their questionable content without Minu's warning. When Kotal enters, Silencia smiles and is about to greet him when he destroys the place. Silencia can't do much but grimace. Ohh, that does not look good! And Minu is angry! Silencia takes a step closer to peek at the mess. "Uhm... Need some help cleaning that up?"

Now that Kotal Kahn has regained his senses, he at last is fully aware of all the people that are in the kitchen. "Hello, Buster." He returns the greeting of his, let's be honest now, his favorite head. He also nods to Silencia momentarily though he does not have much time to greet his beloved as he is instantly being chastised by a very angry looking Minu.

"First of all!!" Kotal's golden eyes flare with power as he seems to be just as angry. This could be bad!

"I have more in common with an eagle than an ox." He says smugly and preens the feathers of his helmet much like said bird of prey would. Where there even.. bishie sparkles there?? This must be the madness of Twisted at work, there is no other explanation.

"And second! Yes, I did have to come an hour early. I enjoy having plenty of time to dwell on my cooking. How is it that you still do not know that, Minu??" The warrior huffs and continues to look at all the test tubes and complex looking chemistry set. "What is all this sorcery anyway?"

Poor Jackson's words are unfortunately not heard amid the sound of soft hissing and popping coming from the counter where Kotal knocked over the test tubes. When Sil offers to help clean up the tiny elf flicks her eyes toward the fae lady and holds up a hand "do not touch, there are dangerous thing there." With Kotal sparking with power the little elf does not look impressed or afraid. Perhaps because the big man has already put himself between danger and her enough times that she knows Kotal will not harm her. She glare back at him again "Yes I well know what time you come into the kitchen, which is why I am here NOW. Let me guess, you didn't bother to set your clock back to handle the time change. I told you yesterday we needed to do that." She shakes her head and sighs hard. From behind Kotal a hiss turns into a pop and then a boom as there is a small explosion that showers pink goo all over the counter. The small elf sighs dejectedly and just shakes her head again "TASK does not have a lab, and I am teaching myself chemistry so I can help with things like explosives and chemical fire to defeat the xenomorphs."

The Trio , at the bubbling and hissing of the concoction, back away slightly. Then turns to get a small cooler from the door leading out of the dining room into the rest of the TASK building. "wait where are we? Oh." Jackson wonders as Rex prompts Buster to get it, to which he begrudgingly does. They come back opening the door to the kitchen, buster dropping the cooler just inside. "Boss," Rex says slightly worried but slightly curious. "Your Cabbages for the fish tacos have arrived. Now I know that you want them delivered personally by the merchant but I told him I would get it considering you guys were having a... moment." Then he ponders for a second, having not heard any of the conversation. "Isn't he supposed to get here about an hour before prep?"

The fae had been holding back, but as she sees the weird reactions coming from the spilled chemicals and hears from Minu that they are indeed dangerous, the priestess intervenes. "Both of you, before you continue your conversation, step away from the dangerous stuff." She doesn't react to the tensions between the two, mainly because she is on the verge of anger herself. Her tone is warning them of that. Silencia stands straight and shoots Kotal a look as if to say 'are you really planning on getting seriously angry over here?'. She peeks at the doggies for a moment when Rex speaks up, but does not react.

"Yes! As the boys have said, I usually come here an hour early to prepare the kitchen!" Kotal raises a finger and concurs with the Trio who thankfully remind him of his habits. And they also brought today's ingredients! Aren't they just the best? Kotal ought to remember to give them a treat next time he slices a loathsome beast apart. "Excellent work, escuincles." Says Kotal in his nahuatl nickname for the Cerberus. "Place it somewhere away from all of these things that Minu put here.

Speaking of Minu though, she reminds the Aztec a very crucial detail he oversaw, and its the whole reason why he's here a whole two hours earlier than usual. "The what?" What time change?? "Oh! Blast it all!" Kotal looks at his watch which happens to be an old fashioned sun dial. "Bah.. a pox on this accursed time change custom. Do these mortals not realize that they cannot contain the power of the sun!?"

It is only Silencia's clear and firm voice that draws the warlord away from the pettiness of his squabbles. He perks up and looks in surprise at Silencia's glare, only then to notice the explosions happening behind him. Naturally, Kotal is impervious to any damage chemical fire can offer. Not unless its laced with chi could it hurt the deity. His kitchen, however, is another story.

"Ahuahuita!!" Curses the god in Nahuatl. "Someone get the fire extinguisher!!!" Quite possibly the first time Kotal Kahn has wished Prince Rain was nearby.

The little elf's eyes dart toward the pups as they bring in the cooler and then to Sil and that firm maternal tone. She scowls and the muscle in her little jaw ticks as she clenches her teeth. The dainty lady flinches at the sound of the small explosion and ducks as pink goo rains down on the counter. She sighs hard, all the work she had done, all the purifying of the chemicals. She knew exactly what she had over there and what was making all the hiss and pop, she also knows that some of that is the counter top being eaten away by the pink goo. When Kotal cries out for the fire extinguisher she huffs "no...not yet." She states then reaches for a large bottle of clear fluid on the table and walks around Kotal. "move please" as she shoulders the big man aside and ducks again at a pop and hiss. "this will neutralize what you ended up mixing together in the crash." as she tries to reach around and pour the bottles contents onto the bubbling goo.

The pups cling to the back of the kitchen as they take the cooler inside. As they do so the lid pops open slightly showing two perfect and nearly identical vegetables. One of the reasons the TASK kitchen makes great food. It has quality vendors supplying it. "No offence boss," Buster interjects, "But you may want to upgrade that. your particular" he pauses for a second to find a decent word "model does not work well indoors." Rex however looks slightly concerned at Minu as she continues to mess around with chemical concoctions. Jackson looks like he wants to bring up a point, but then finds himself unwilling to bring up the subject and letting it go for now.

"Oh, gods, what /is/ that smell?" Usually when Rayne arrives at the kitchens and comments on a smell... her words are much more complimentary than that. "What in the galaxy is going on in here.... Should I be wearing a respirator?" She holds a hand up over her mouth to try to block some of the chemical smell as she approaches the group in general.

Silencia sighs, already tired off this mess. She steps closer and grabs Kotal's arm, always careful to avoid anything that might be dangerous. She drags the god away from the sizzling and exploding parts of the kitchen, her grip surprisingly strong if you think about how weakened she was before. She does peek at Minu, intending to drag her away too, but the elf seems like she knows what she's doing, so Silencia decides to trust her and let her do her thing. She stops when she reaches the puppies, not letting go of Kotal. She was slightly worried he would run off as soon as she let him go. She peeks at Rayne when the rainbow-headed phoenix walks in. She raises her hand to offer a wave when she finally notces the smell. She had been too distracted to smell it before and Rayne's comment brought the attention to it. "Ugh..." She covers up her nose, but that doesn't seem to help.

"Actually, I make certain that it works at all times." Argues Kotal and shows the Trio his sun dial clock as best he can in this dangerous situation. Sure enough, if the Trio manage to lean close enough to Kotal amongst the mini explosions and the foul smell, they'll see that somehow the mini sun dial watch is fully functional, as if the sun was shinning directly on top of it and they weren't indoors at all. Since Kotal can bend the very sun to his will, this is a simple endeavor to him.

However, as he has shown plenty of times before. While Kotal may be a master of performing superhuman feats, he's sometimes not all that qualified to handle menial tasks, such as putting out a fire. "But-" He tries to argue with Minu as braves the flames, only to be interrupted by Silencia who begins to drag him away. Such a tiny girl should by no means be able to move a man as big as Kotal even an inch, and yet somehow she seems to have no problem whatsoever.

"Probably." Answers the Aztec to Rayne when she makes her entrance. "Minu was making some manner of artificial fire and it went array." Naturally, he doesn't say that the reason why it went array is because he knocked a bunch of test tubes over.

Minu finishes neutralizing the chemicals from the test tubes Kotal had knocked over and then uses one gloved hand to corral some of the pink goo and push it into the sink. "you should not need a respirator and it was NOT my work that caused this mess but a certain thick headed man who doesn't watch where he is going and just plows through things that get in his way. And now I have to clean up this mess and restart my purification so I can finish my experiment. And I have to do it later since NOW its time to start prepping for dinner." She mutters and grumbles under her breath as she turns on the faucet and continues to scoop the now inert goo into the sink. The poor counter top though has clearly sustained some damage.

"Hiya Rayne!" Rex exclaims. "you mind giving me a little help here?" he asks. As he picks up one of the cabbages in his mouth to bring them to the counter... what? Kotal was going to wash them anyway. The other two refuse to do the extra work and seem quite content talking. "the mixture If I am right" Jackson says "Is only toxic if ingested or touched, not inhaled. " he says instantly before recognizing a problem. "not that ... I would know..." I guess minu figured out where some of her books end up when they go missing. "Very nice boss. Forgive me." He says clearly meaning no disrespect. That is one thing about Buster and Kotal. They seem to have mutual respect and at least for Buster, although it has never happened to them, they have seen what their master is capable of.

Rayne says, "....Minu, did you have to do this in the kitchen? Don't we have a... lab or something you can do that in?" With a sigh, she takes the cabbage from Rex and brings it up to the sink... luckily there are several, and she can use one that's not just had chemicals dumped in it. While washing it down, she asks, "So what were you trying to make, Napalm? Greek fire?""

Kotal sighs a little. "Actually, yes, it was my fault." Say what you will about Kotal. He can be bloodthirsty, oppressive, demanding, even cruel, at the very least he is honest to a fault and admits when he is on the wrong. That much has always set him apart from other Gods, in his and any pantheon.

He nods to Buster and then shrugs slightly to Rayne when she wonders the same thing that he is; why did Minu decide that doing this in the kitchen was a good idea. "If TASK does not have a laboratory I can have one built for you, Minu." In fact.. doesn't D'vorah have one of those things? She's always developing all kinds of crazed toxins anyway.

The little elf continues to clean up the goo on the counter and shakes her head "No, TASK doesn't have a science lab. There is something that looks like a dungeon and D'vor has it full of creepy bugs and what not. It is not clean or hygienic or safe. None of this would have happened if I had simply been allowed to finish what I was doing. All my stuff was separated and purified. I had these over here so they would not get knocked over and you will notice the fire and chemical resistant padding I put down on the table before I worked over there with the more volatile things. As to having a lab built, I would appreciate it. There, at least all the goo is gone." as she rinses the last down the drain and starts to gather her test tubes and the little wooden rack.

Jackson nods when they mention not having a lab. "There was one supposed to be put on the third floor, but Bob has not returned as of yet to do it. Buster simply rolls his eyes. "there has to be an easier way to kill them then... whatever your making." He retorts taking a simple Kotal like approach to problem solving. "Remind me again why we don't just bite them or something?" At this point the cabbages begin to shake on their own. Rex, noting this puts it down before looking intently at it. Both the one that is in the sink as well as the one that was just in Rex's mouth quickly Bifurcates and spews out a face hugger each, sighting in on the closest person. Which happen to be the two people carrying, Rayne, and Rex. With the closeness of Rex's at least there is almost no time, to which the pup begins freaking out immediately. "AHHH GET IT OFF GET IT OFF!" the other two just as surprised as he is. Rayne however has about half a second to get her bearings after it hatches.

Rayne says, "Well, it's a good thing, then. A lab will put us a lot further along towards becoming a proper police force rather than a glorified militia." Then her cabbage starts to shake. She of course drops it before it opens up.... But when she sees what's inside, she flat out screams. This is not a scream of battle, or of surprise, or anything like that, but a scream of terror.

That's when the fires start.

A Panicking Rayne is not a pretty sight, and, all the while screaming, she shoves her hands out at the thing as it leaps at her, and throws a gout of flame at it. Really, it's probably /way/ more fire than is necissary to kill this thing. Even if it's clearly dead, Rayne doesn't seem to let down with the effective flamethrower for a few seconds.

Yeah, that was much worse than what Minu's chemicals did to the room."

Silencia simply watches quietly as the rest discusses the need for a lab. She was too busy staring at the weird little glass tubes containing such dangerous things. Being from a place where technology hasn't advanced much, this was the first time she encountered something like this. It was interesting to say the least. When the cabbages burst, Silencia freezes up, eyes wide. It takes her a moment, but she runs toward the doggies, gripping the facehugger and pulling, not that it helps much, but it was the first thought that popped in her mind. Goddamnit, where is Kotal when you need him?! Of course he had to go get a fire extinguisher at a time like this! "Ahhgg... why is it so strong?! Stop moving around Rex!"

Minu grumbled as Kotal went for a fire extinguisher. The chemicals had been neutralized, not like they could do more damage. There was a little vapor hanging in the room but not like it was truly smokey. She turned toward the table and started moving her stuff, careful not to mix anything else. When the pup starts yowling, the little lady looks up and her eyes go wide. "Silencia, hold him. Rex, baby don't you panic, I am coming!" She grabs a test tube of powder and a bottle of glycerin. Darting toward the pups she looks up at Jackson. "You take over and hold the body still, no matter how scared Rex gets!" With that she spills the glycerin onto the pale body of the face hugger and the sprinkles the powder into the dribbling glycerin. She is careful as can be as she knows the reaction will just come when the two substances come together. As the powder touches the glycerin it starts to smoke and then chemically heat, burning into that alien creature. When Rayne screams the elf darts her eyes toward the woman and

Jackson takes commands well and keeps them still. Well accept for Rex trying to shake it off his head, to no avail.

The creature attacking Rayne is stopped midair by the geyser of flame. It shrieks out in a screeching pain that hurts the ears. After the fire is over, on top of a scorched part of the wall, there is a blackened, lifeless, being that peels off of the wall and lands with a decent plunk in the metallic sink. The other one given more time than the other is still given a hard time as it grips on to the shaking head which is stopped as soon as Silencia attempts to rip it off by force. The chemical mixture poured onto the creature begins to smoke and eat away at the flesh, the burning smell having already been flooded into the room. A similar squeal of pain comes from it for a few seconds, sending all three of the pup's ears back, especially Rex's considering his positioning. The creature comes off quite easily after the sound has stopped. A half inch diameter hole, of irregular shape, seems to have been bored through the creature chemically.

Afterward Rex has his head down, Shaking not unlike a Chihuahua at this point. Eyes wide, that was less than expected and ruthlessly terrifying. After everything is over Jackson lets them down slowly as Rex is probably going to have to ask Rayne for her therapist quite soon.

Rayne, seeing that the creatures are dead, loses the strength in her knees and collapses down to the floor, breathing heavily. Yes, the screaming has stopped. "gg-g-g-g-" She's sitting there shivering, unable to put out a full word. No, Rayne is not currently doing very well. "Th-th-the...." She tries once more to get a word out, not quite making it as she stares blankly ahead, into the cabinet beneith the now probably heat-damaged sink... if the area around said sink isn't still on fire.

Silencia nods as Minu tells her to hold Rex. She does the best she can to keep the puppy still as Minu does her chemical magic. She doesn't have the time to peek at Rayne, though the screams had told her that Rayne was dealing with a similar issue. Finally the creature dies and Silencia flings it away. She felt nothing but disgust at these things. The bigger ones scared her shitless, but the small ones were disgusting. It probably was way more traumatic to get attacked by the small ones then it is for fighting against them though. Silencia gently pets Rex until she is sure that Minu can handle him before moving her attention to poor Rayne. She kneels down next to her friend, just barely holding herself back from pulling the girl into a hug. "It's okay now, Rayne... They're both dead, they're gone." Her voice is gentle, soothing. It seems Silencia can deal with scary monsters quite well when she's not the one under attack. She frowns worriedly, how could she comfort Rayne this time?

Minu watches as the face hugger slowly smolders then dies as the chemical fire eats into it. When it drops off and Sil tosses it away, the little elf sets the chemicals aside and drops to her knees to scoop Rex's head into her lap and pets him gently "you are safe now Rex, its all over. The nasty thing is dead. You did good pup." The little elf looks over at Sil and Rayne "is she ok? Maybe we should get them out of here into another room so they don't have to see and smell all this." She rises up and tugs on Rex collar "come on pups, lets go into the barracks and lay down for a while. I wont leave you and we can rest till you feel better." She calls out "Mike..Mike you still out there?" A voice answers "Yes Miss Minu, I was waiting for Mr. Kahn to come back." The elf nods "good, then you are on guard duty here until further notice. No one but upper brass enters here. Kotal, Me, and Rayne, only till its cleaned up completely and safe." The little lady tugs on the pups collar and gets him up and moving toward the door.

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2016-03-23 (PostU) The Best and Worst of a Situation.

2016-03-24T13:03:57Z

Wolfmaster97:

{{Logsummary|
Title = The Best and Worst of a Situation.
|Summary = Urus is drunk, and supposedly there was a tank last night. No, there is no corelation between the two.
|Who = [[Urus]], [[Minu]], [[Rayne]], [[Serenity]], [[Skeeze]]
|Date = March 23rd, 2016.
|Where = [[The Usual Restaurant]].
|Log=
In the Usual Restaurant the, well, usual is happening. There is some noise coming from the back, an amalgamation of music from the dance group as well as grunts from the gym. It's about 10 in the morning, not very busy but even at that, a few patrons are already there. Including Urus, who happens to be at the bar, drinking quite heavily at that. Unusually so for the morning, usually it's after dusk that he decides to party. With his head in one hand and a decent sized bottle of some obviously strong spirits in the other, that could mean trouble in about 6 different ways considering him.

Ren returns to the regular restaurant, apparently not particularly nervous about a repeat of the recent case of widespread property damage. Serenity slips sideways at the door and pauses to peer at the patrons present. After a small wave to Urus' image in the mirror, Ren wanders over to join Rayne and rasp a cheery "Hello."

Rayne is seated in what is by now her usual place... at that half-booth table at the wall, facing out towards the restaurant. Apparenly she hadn't noticed Urus entering, perhaps a bit engrossed with whatever she is working on with her laptop. Ren is significantly less subtle with her entrance, however, and she suddenly looks up from her computer. "Huh? Oh, hey, Ren! What's up?" She looks around now that her attention has been pulled away from whatever it is, and frowns as she spots Urus. The last time they met didn't go so well...

Minu isn't a librarian any more. She is a TASK member and supposedly third in command. As such, she has to make sure she can keep up with those who are larger and stronger then she is. Now she certainly can't expect to compete but she can be her absolute best and it is to this ends that the little elf had been in the gym working out as diligently as she commits herself to her studies. Coming through the gym door and into the UR proper the little elf is glistening with sweat, a towel draped around her slim shoulders and her face flush from effort. Her hair is in a tight braid down her back and she wears a little pink spaghetti strap tank top and a pair of black jogging shorts with matching pink piping. Her small feet are clad in a popular brand of jogging shoes. Pausing as she enters the restaurant she looks around as she wipes off her face. She catches sight of Ren and Rayne then a concerned look crosses her features as she spies Urus at the bar and it looks like he is doing a number on bottle of something strong. Glancing down at her chest where her badge rest on the lanyard around her neck, she carefully tucks it into her top so not to appear to be flashing it. Just an ordinary little elf, nothing to see.

Urus Turns and sees Ren, nodding to her as she passes by. By the looks of his expression, either he is really drunk, Tired, or both. At the same time, Minu comes out of the gym, something that he does not expect, nor does he understand. He takes a quick look at the bottle and then back at her before attempting to shake his vision straight. Nope, that is exactly what it looks like. He waves to her half-heartedly, a semblance of a smile happening due to the fact that one of his favorite people are around. As for Rayne, he knows that she is there but considering everything, he worries about her attitude towards him, and how that might affect his state of being in case the beast decides to pick that moment out of everything, not like he isn't trying to have that covered anyway.

Serenity twists to glance at Urus again after spotting Rayne's expression. (Ren, by the way, has the TASK badge located rather inconveniently, affixed to the side of the environment suit's storage bin.) "Among other things, I wanted to see if you could use any help," Ren replies while motioning a pair of right fin edges toward Rayne. Ren then shifts to a 'kneeling' posture by the table. "While it's a shame that Twisted doesn't have public disaster compensation, I have to admit some relief that we didn't promise that sort of assistance." Ren frowns. "No, that was an uncharitable thought... Have we any injury reports?" The spotty sea slug doesn't yet spot Minu's entrance.

Rayne says, "A few, but it looks like mostly minor burns and scrapes and whatnot. The buildings are being rebuilt as we speak... by whatever force does that." She shrugs to Serenity. "Really, there's little to be done at the moment, so.... I'm just going onward." She watches as Minu approaches the now clearly drunken Urus and raises an eyebrow. Well, those two have always been oddly close, so she shrugs and turns to Serenity again. "God that was an annoying report to write, though, especially when there was already an article in the paper before I even started.""

The little elf smiles and waves toward Ren and Rayne then turns again to Urus and makes her way over to him. She smiles "good evening Urus. You look quite.polluted. Whats with the hard drinking? I have seen you drink but not usually to the point of passing out. You also look ..tired. What has been happening? The fish lady been rough on you?" She tilts her head and frowns a little as she pats her sweat glowed skin.

Serenity nods thoughtfully in reply to Rayne. As Rayne looks to Minu, Ren follows her gaze and extends a 'wing' from the cloak of suspended water to offer a wave. "There's something particularly unsettling, but not actually alarming, about incomprehensible dangers," Ren remarks. "But you felt that Kotal wouldn't be satisfied with merely learning what was omitted from the news story?"

Urus raises his eyebrows trying to keep himself awake. "I am fine, just, just did not get good sleep the last few days. Other than that fine!, Just fine." He says seeming dismissive of his state. That is further bolstered by what little tail he has starts twitching. He attempts to change the subject. "So, you are working out now? I thought that you said 'I'm no warrior, Chemistry is going to be my art...' or something like that." his memory also being slightly hindered by this morning's one activity. He is also probably getting a head shake from Steve at this point. Good thing he is occupied with something else.

Rayne says, "Ehhh? What do you mean, Ren?" She blinks, not having even considered just sending the news article with some notes and corrections until just now. After a few seconds, she shakes her head again. "Nah, that'd be a bad precident to set. But yeah. I'm pretty sure that... woman didn't /intend/ to nearly run down the UR. It looked like something went wrong with the tanks." She sighs and hangs her head. "Ugh... If I hadn't asked her to get her tank out of the middle of the street, it wouldn't even have happened, would it?""

Minu puts on small fist on her hip and rocks it outward. She tilts her head as Urus speaks and those golden eyes rake over him knowingly. She smirks and one brow arches behind her gold rimmed glasses. "fine are you? You know your tail wags when you lie right? Its sorta your.tell. How else do you think I always beat you at cards?" She looks at the towel in her hands. "I'm NOT a warrior and I will never be big or strong but I have to be able to move fast and keep up. Now what is going on? Why aren't you sleeping." She frowns a little and looks over as small murmurs reach her ears "I have been reading that report Rayne. You did quite well but its a bad thing that the tank got away. I am not sure its in the public interest to have one of those roaming about in a civilians hands."

Serenity frowns at Rayne's last remark. "I am not experienced in dealing with such things, but happen to think it a reasonable request to remove one's giant armored weapon of war from blocking the street. We can't always conduct long-term surveillance before deciding on a course of action." As Minu calls over her observation, Ren nods. Then Ren adds uncertainly, "Where exactly does one hide such a thing?"

Urus squints and frowns himself. His tail does what? As he looks back he notices what Minu already has. "Son of bitch." He smiles and says "you are one dirty bird, you know that?" his tail stops wagging as he continues. "Been dealing with some unfinished business. Has been keeping me up." He takes another sip as he decides that anything is better than just looking at each other for the next few hours and waves Serenity and Rayne to join. "It is all under control. No big deal" Then the tail starts up again. Despite the fact that it happens, Urus still pretends it doesn't and can't actually feel it do that.

Rayne says, "Well, from what I was able to gather, the guy... girl... uhhh, she changed a couple of times between the two... But yeah, it was a guy when he punched it... so /he/ sent the thing flying." She motions an arc with her hand, representing the flight path of the tank after the Hiryu Shoten Ha. "I've not heard from anyone where it landed." She raises an eyebrow as Urus waves for her and Serenity to join him... And with a light sigh, closes up her laptop and stands up to join him over at the bar, motioning Serenity to follow. "Even if I still owed you a drink, Urus, now would not be the time. You look like crap, man." She takes a seat and waves over the skutter that just got confused as to where it should take the spaghetti plate that she'd ordered earlier."

Minu shakes her head as the hyena lies to her again. "You are a terrible liar Urus" the little elf sighs "as to me playing dirty, you had it coming." When Rayne comes over at the hyena's gesture, the little elf smiles "I think Urus is done drinking." She looks to the skutter "we need hang over cure #23 please" she smiles evilly at the hyena "and before you say no, remember the nose. Your gona drink it and sober up a bit. Last thing I want is you loosing control and us having to put you in a cell for the night. I don't even wana think about the paper work that would cause. The stack on my desk from this tank thing is big enough."

"Changed?" Ren repeats uncertainly after Rayne, but looks even more confused by the notion of punching a vehicle into the air. Ren slips into a 'standing' posture long enough to flow after Rayne. Ren extends a 'wing' to offer Urus a damp pat on the arm before parking the forcefield generator between a couple of the seats. "Perhaps if the weapon landed outside the city barrier, it has already decomposed," Ren offers optimistically. Ren looks to Urus questioningly as Minu mentions the hangover cure.

Urus looks at Minu slightly pleadingly "This is not the time, OK, If you want to talk about this later, sure, but believe me when I say this is best course of action" Tail says, all good. If he is too drunk to do anything useful, so is the beast when he decides to get his paws dirty, at least, that's what he believes. "This control, you speak of, yes. I am aware of it. This is exactly what I am trying to keep." He says hushed, forgetting that he just got Rayne and Ren within earshot. "That is the situation I am trying to avoid." He turns to the others, now noticing their vicinity to him. "Shit..." he mumbles then attempts to change the subject yet again. "So, what is this about a weapon?"

Rayne says, "Ehhh, putting him in the drunk tank wouldn't be much paperwork, to be honest. Now, if he did anything else, woo, yeah, that could be a ton of paperwork!" She grins at Urus. She then frowns, and looks back to Ren. "I know my luck, and my luck says that tank is gonna come back to be a pain in the ass again. Maybe she can do some good and at least run over some Xenomorphs or something on the way." She looks back to Urus again. "'Weapon' he says. We had a mentally unstable woman show up with a tank last night.""

Skeeve waits for the doors to the Usual to open completely before stepping in and to one side. He pauses for a moment, as though he was expecting something else to happen.

Minu's golden eyes narrow in concern for the hyena. The little elf lady wrinkles her nose and shakes her head. As the skutter returns with the ordered hang over cure. Taking it from the tray she hands it up to Urus. "we have discussed this before and I am here for you. Drink this." as she offers him up the glass. The little elf taps her foot. She shifts just her eyes toward Rayne "do you think it was a convergence? I left a message with Neo PD to see if it was one of theirs perhaps and not something new come to Twisted. A little unofficial intercity cooperation."

"That is an interesting thought about unexpected benefits of the tank," Ren remarks. The psychedelic-skinned sea slug is simulating sitting by 'kneeling' between a pair of seats next to Rayne. "Of course, we wouldn't -I don't think- actually induct the woman into TASK. But I wonder if it wouldn't be helpful to offer some incentive to use the tank productively if it's still intact." Ren adds, "As for calling her 'mentally unstable', though, I might reserve judgement before calling a new arrival such. Convergence is hardly conducive to acting sanely." With a mild surprise, Ren glances over to Minu with her addition. "I hadn't thought of that possibility but certainly should have. Excellent work on the communication." Despite the mirror, Ren doesn't seem to notice the new arrival just yet.

There is a sigh from Urus as he takes the drink and knocks it back. What is disgusting to some is good for others. "I think that this is beyond what we have talked about... There are things, to which I cannot help. " He tells Minu. As for the weaponry, that has him intrigued. "A TANK!" he says excitedly. "That is great, sounds like my kind of woman. I hope I get to meet her sometime. She has good taste." As for what you can do with one of those... it depends on the operator. "If what I have heard of these Xenomorphs is correct, a tank would not be a bad idea. Not the best though. Treads, are made of metal. The bloods of those things are... acidic right." he looks to Minu as she was the one who told him about the new threat. "Not a good combination."

Skeeve's eyes widen just a little bit at the array of... let's call them 'people' in the restaurant. Definitely a more interesting crowd than you normally find in a Usual Restaurant, but one takes what they can get. He himself makes his way up to the bar, slipping that ridiculous hat off the top of his head, tucking it away under his cloak.

Rayne shrugs her shoulders as she tucks her to-go box under her arm. "She walked around like she owned the place... complete with being in her underwear... Which suggests to me she might be one of those people that have been in the City for ages that I've managed to not see... But I've never heard any reports of tanks. Sure, there's that blue robot lion on the beach, but no tanks." She looks to Serenity. "No, she really was. She listed her psychoses. And apparently has a small bear-looking thing for a psychiatrist that was travelling with her. So... Yeah. I think I'm okay calling her mentally unstable this time." She glances over at Urus as he makes his point. "True, I suppose. Well, that'd knock out two birds with one stone, then, wouldn't it..." No, she doesn't seem to like the tank being around. As far as Urus' type of woman? She'll not judge. "Well, I've got an early morning shift at the Welcome Center tomarrow, so I'm going to go home, eat this in front of the TV," she pats her to-go box, "and go to bed. Talk to you guys later!" She gives the newcomer a nod as she stands up and turns around, but doesn't say anything else before heading for the door.

Minu smiles up at Ren. "Thank You. I figured that sense the citys were linked by the bridge, that it would be easy for rabble to head either direction and that the peace keepers on both sides should have some sort of contact and shared information. Its not yet an approved thing but I have access to their information officer so we are at least having some success." The little elf lady snorts and rolls her eyes "your kind of woman." she just smirks up at the hyena then turns her attention toward the door as Rayne heads out and draws her eye to the new arrival.

Serenity doesn't seem to share Urus' enthusiasm for the tank operator. Ren also regards Rayne with a concerned frown as she describes the visitor. "And a psychiatrist who is supposed to be but not entirely effectual at guarding her..." Ren remarks uncertainly. As Rayne excuses herself, Ren lifts a pair of fins from the water to offer her a wave. Spotting Skeeve, the spotted Serenity slightly waves a 'wing' to him as well, folding lines into the aquamarine muscle to give the vague impression of a human arm in a loose sleeve. "You're in contact with a police officer already?" Ren says approvingly to Minu. "Could I be of any help in furthering the relationship?"

Skeeve can't help but return Serenity's wave, a little dumbfounded, but then, only a little. Trying not to be too obvious about listening in to their conversation, he feels almost compelled to ask, "Did... something happen earlier?" He leans up against the bar. "Seems like the place is in pretty good shape, for needing the police."

Urus begins wondering how long he has been drinking if Rayne wants to go to bed. She must have also had a long night. When Rayne speaks having a bear being a weird psychiatrist he takes that slightly personally considering his relationship with a rubber duck. He knows it's weird... so why does he keep doing it? Habit. The newcomer is of interest as well considering Ren seems to know of him. "Hello. And you are?" he says also listening to his concerns. "For a Tank, it must have been pretty quiet, I was up all night. Wait, never mind." Remembering the walls of his apartment are plated in metal, which does not allow sound to diffuse through very easily. "It's the middle of twisted, you could level the entire block, in 3 days the entire thing would be up again. Just another grand part of this place."

The little elf lady tilts her head and looks the new comer over. She arches one brow behind her gold rimmed glasses. She takes in small details and stores them away, and waits for the fellow to introduce himself so she can tuck that away for later too. There is a reason she is the chief information officer for TASK. She nods her head idly to Ren. "I will leave you some information on your desk. Its an email address, for the computer. So far we have only shared a few, just enough to check a few shady folks and make sure further information isn't available in each others city. Urus, I am gona head toward the office. I have some Brain Bleach at the apartment if you wana drop by later after work." She offers the new comer a nod and glances back at Urus pointedly before heading back toward the gym and likely from there to the TASK office.

Skeeve returns the elf's wave, with just a touch of bemusement, but replies to Urus, "I'm Skeeve, Skeeve Plowse. It's nice to meet you. And I suppose you've got a good point, about the destruction and repairs around here." He pauses a moment, rolling that over in his head as he picks up a menu, then puts it back down. "Wait, did you say a stealth tank?"

"Indeed, the construction nanites within the boundaries of Twisted City are disconcerting for me as well," Ren adds to Urus' explanation. Ren nods in reply to Minu's offer. Then, as she departs, Ren offers her a wave before flowing out from between the seats and back in, closer to Skeeve. "I am fairly sure that the recent incident was not the result of anything stealthy, unless it has been around for some time and has just now failed in hiding," Ren mentions. "You can call me Serenity," Ren offers him, along with a damp pair of fin edges with extrusion and scalloping to vaguely suggest a hand.

Skeeve takes the... the... after a few moments, Skeeve decides that his own appelation is best, and just takes Serenity's hand, shaking it lightly. Nice to meet you, Serenity..." Letting go, and resisting the urge to wipe his hand off on his cloak (that'd be rude), he adds, "This place sure has changed a lot, since the last time I was here. How long has there been a city?"

"Nice to meet you Mr. Plowse." Urus says attempting an Iota of his manners. With a hand out to shake he continues. "Urus Deravin." He rubs the back of his neck for a second relieving some tension. "There are quite a few new additions to the party, and that tank and it's driver seem to be one of them. I havn't seen you around. You from neo-edo or..." he lets that be an open end for whatever Skeeve decides to tell. "This place has been getting busy as of late. It's about once a week or once every two weeks we seem to get a new one." Urus unwittingly tightly grasps the edge of the bar with his claws before looking down and recognizing and letting go. He takes a deep breath and gets himself under control. The last thing he needs is a bad first impression.

"Last time?" Ren repeats, inclining rhinophores toward Skeeve curiously. "While time here seems ill-behaved now and then, I can say for certain that Twisted City was here well before my arrival, but the appearance of Neo-Edo across the strait is a much more recent event."

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2016-03-23 (PostU) The Best and Worst of a Situation.

2016-03-24T13:03:03Z

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{{Logsummary|
Title = The Best and Worst of a Situation.
|Summary = Urus is drunk, and supposedly there was a tank last night. No, there is no corelation between the two.
|Who = [[Urus]], [[Minu]], [[Rayne]], [[Serenity]], [[Skeeze]]
|Date = Month Day, Year.
|Where = [[The Usual Restaurant]].
|Log=
In the Usual Restaurant the, well, usual is happening. There is some noise coming from the back, an amalgamation of music from the dance group as well as grunts from the gym. It's about 10 in the morning, not very busy but even at that, a few patrons are already there. Including Urus, who happens to be at the bar, drinking quite heavily at that. Unusually so for the morning, usually it's after dusk that he decides to party. With his head in one hand and a decent sized bottle of some obviously strong spirits in the other, that could mean trouble in about 6 different ways considering him.

Ren returns to the regular restaurant, apparently not particularly nervous about a repeat of the recent case of widespread property damage. Serenity slips sideways at the door and pauses to peer at the patrons present. After a small wave to Urus' image in the mirror, Ren wanders over to join Rayne and rasp a cheery "Hello."

Rayne is seated in what is by now her usual place... at that half-booth table at the wall, facing out towards the restaurant. Apparenly she hadn't noticed Urus entering, perhaps a bit engrossed with whatever she is working on with her laptop. Ren is significantly less subtle with her entrance, however, and she suddenly looks up from her computer. "Huh? Oh, hey, Ren! What's up?" She looks around now that her attention has been pulled away from whatever it is, and frowns as she spots Urus. The last time they met didn't go so well...

Minu isn't a librarian any more. She is a TASK member and supposedly third in command. As such, she has to make sure she can keep up with those who are larger and stronger then she is. Now she certainly can't expect to compete but she can be her absolute best and it is to this ends that the little elf had been in the gym working out as diligently as she commits herself to her studies. Coming through the gym door and into the UR proper the little elf is glistening with sweat, a towel draped around her slim shoulders and her face flush from effort. Her hair is in a tight braid down her back and she wears a little pink spaghetti strap tank top and a pair of black jogging shorts with matching pink piping. Her small feet are clad in a popular brand of jogging shoes. Pausing as she enters the restaurant she looks around as she wipes off her face. She catches sight of Ren and Rayne then a concerned look crosses her features as she spies Urus at the bar and it looks like he is doing a number on bottle of something strong. Glancing down at her chest where her badge rest on the lanyard around her neck, she carefully tucks it into her top so not to appear to be flashing it. Just an ordinary little elf, nothing to see.

Urus Turns and sees Ren, nodding to her as she passes by. By the looks of his expression, either he is really drunk, Tired, or both. At the same time, Minu comes out of the gym, something that he does not expect, nor does he understand. He takes a quick look at the bottle and then back at her before attempting to shake his vision straight. Nope, that is exactly what it looks like. He waves to her half-heartedly, a semblance of a smile happening due to the fact that one of his favorite people are around. As for Rayne, he knows that she is there but considering everything, he worries about her attitude towards him, and how that might affect his state of being in case the beast decides to pick that moment out of everything, not like he isn't trying to have that covered anyway.

Serenity twists to glance at Urus again after spotting Rayne's expression. (Ren, by the way, has the TASK badge located rather inconveniently, affixed to the side of the environment suit's storage bin.) "Among other things, I wanted to see if you could use any help," Ren replies while motioning a pair of right fin edges toward Rayne. Ren then shifts to a 'kneeling' posture by the table. "While it's a shame that Twisted doesn't have public disaster compensation, I have to admit some relief that we didn't promise that sort of assistance." Ren frowns. "No, that was an uncharitable thought... Have we any injury reports?" The spotty sea slug doesn't yet spot Minu's entrance.

Rayne says, "A few, but it looks like mostly minor burns and scrapes and whatnot. The buildings are being rebuilt as we speak... by whatever force does that." She shrugs to Serenity. "Really, there's little to be done at the moment, so.... I'm just going onward." She watches as Minu approaches the now clearly drunken Urus and raises an eyebrow. Well, those two have always been oddly close, so she shrugs and turns to Serenity again. "God that was an annoying report to write, though, especially when there was already an article in the paper before I even started.""

The little elf smiles and waves toward Ren and Rayne then turns again to Urus and makes her way over to him. She smiles "good evening Urus. You look quite.polluted. Whats with the hard drinking? I have seen you drink but not usually to the point of passing out. You also look ..tired. What has been happening? The fish lady been rough on you?" She tilts her head and frowns a little as she pats her sweat glowed skin.

Serenity nods thoughtfully in reply to Rayne. As Rayne looks to Minu, Ren follows her gaze and extends a 'wing' from the cloak of suspended water to offer a wave. "There's something particularly unsettling, but not actually alarming, about incomprehensible dangers," Ren remarks. "But you felt that Kotal wouldn't be satisfied with merely learning what was omitted from the news story?"

Urus raises his eyebrows trying to keep himself awake. "I am fine, just, just did not get good sleep the last few days. Other than that fine!, Just fine." He says seeming dismissive of his state. That is further bolstered by what little tail he has starts twitching. He attempts to change the subject. "So, you are working out now? I thought that you said 'I'm no warrior, Chemistry is going to be my art...' or something like that." his memory also being slightly hindered by this morning's one activity. He is also probably getting a head shake from Steve at this point. Good thing he is occupied with something else.

Rayne says, "Ehhh? What do you mean, Ren?" She blinks, not having even considered just sending the news article with some notes and corrections until just now. After a few seconds, she shakes her head again. "Nah, that'd be a bad precident to set. But yeah. I'm pretty sure that... woman didn't /intend/ to nearly run down the UR. It looked like something went wrong with the tanks." She sighs and hangs her head. "Ugh... If I hadn't asked her to get her tank out of the middle of the street, it wouldn't even have happened, would it?""

Minu puts on small fist on her hip and rocks it outward. She tilts her head as Urus speaks and those golden eyes rake over him knowingly. She smirks and one brow arches behind her gold rimmed glasses. "fine are you? You know your tail wags when you lie right? Its sorta your.tell. How else do you think I always beat you at cards?" She looks at the towel in her hands. "I'm NOT a warrior and I will never be big or strong but I have to be able to move fast and keep up. Now what is going on? Why aren't you sleeping." She frowns a little and looks over as small murmurs reach her ears "I have been reading that report Rayne. You did quite well but its a bad thing that the tank got away. I am not sure its in the public interest to have one of those roaming about in a civilians hands."

Serenity frowns at Rayne's last remark. "I am not experienced in dealing with such things, but happen to think it a reasonable request to remove one's giant armored weapon of war from blocking the street. We can't always conduct long-term surveillance before deciding on a course of action." As Minu calls over her observation, Ren nods. Then Ren adds uncertainly, "Where exactly does one hide such a thing?"

Urus squints and frowns himself. His tail does what? As he looks back he notices what Minu already has. "Son of bitch." He smiles and says "you are one dirty bird, you know that?" his tail stops wagging as he continues. "Been dealing with some unfinished business. Has been keeping me up." He takes another sip as he decides that anything is better than just looking at each other for the next few hours and waves Serenity and Rayne to join. "It is all under control. No big deal" Then the tail starts up again. Despite the fact that it happens, Urus still pretends it doesn't and can't actually feel it do that.

Rayne says, "Well, from what I was able to gather, the guy... girl... uhhh, she changed a couple of times between the two... But yeah, it was a guy when he punched it... so /he/ sent the thing flying." She motions an arc with her hand, representing the flight path of the tank after the Hiryu Shoten Ha. "I've not heard from anyone where it landed." She raises an eyebrow as Urus waves for her and Serenity to join him... And with a light sigh, closes up her laptop and stands up to join him over at the bar, motioning Serenity to follow. "Even if I still owed you a drink, Urus, now would not be the time. You look like crap, man." She takes a seat and waves over the skutter that just got confused as to where it should take the spaghetti plate that she'd ordered earlier."

Minu shakes her head as the hyena lies to her again. "You are a terrible liar Urus" the little elf sighs "as to me playing dirty, you had it coming." When Rayne comes over at the hyena's gesture, the little elf smiles "I think Urus is done drinking." She looks to the skutter "we need hang over cure #23 please" she smiles evilly at the hyena "and before you say no, remember the nose. Your gona drink it and sober up a bit. Last thing I want is you loosing control and us having to put you in a cell for the night. I don't even wana think about the paper work that would cause. The stack on my desk from this tank thing is big enough."

"Changed?" Ren repeats uncertainly after Rayne, but looks even more confused by the notion of punching a vehicle into the air. Ren slips into a 'standing' posture long enough to flow after Rayne. Ren extends a 'wing' to offer Urus a damp pat on the arm before parking the forcefield generator between a couple of the seats. "Perhaps if the weapon landed outside the city barrier, it has already decomposed," Ren offers optimistically. Ren looks to Urus questioningly as Minu mentions the hangover cure.

Urus looks at Minu slightly pleadingly "This is not the time, OK, If you want to talk about this later, sure, but believe me when I say this is best course of action" Tail says, all good. If he is too drunk to do anything useful, so is the beast when he decides to get his paws dirty, at least, that's what he believes. "This control, you speak of, yes. I am aware of it. This is exactly what I am trying to keep." He says hushed, forgetting that he just got Rayne and Ren within earshot. "That is the situation I am trying to avoid." He turns to the others, now noticing their vicinity to him. "Shit..." he mumbles then attempts to change the subject yet again. "So, what is this about a weapon?"

Rayne says, "Ehhh, putting him in the drunk tank wouldn't be much paperwork, to be honest. Now, if he did anything else, woo, yeah, that could be a ton of paperwork!" She grins at Urus. She then frowns, and looks back to Ren. "I know my luck, and my luck says that tank is gonna come back to be a pain in the ass again. Maybe she can do some good and at least run over some Xenomorphs or something on the way." She looks back to Urus again. "'Weapon' he says. We had a mentally unstable woman show up with a tank last night.""

Skeeve waits for the doors to the Usual to open completely before stepping in and to one side. He pauses for a moment, as though he was expecting something else to happen.

Minu's golden eyes narrow in concern for the hyena. The little elf lady wrinkles her nose and shakes her head. As the skutter returns with the ordered hang over cure. Taking it from the tray she hands it up to Urus. "we have discussed this before and I am here for you. Drink this." as she offers him up the glass. The little elf taps her foot. She shifts just her eyes toward Rayne "do you think it was a convergence? I left a message with Neo PD to see if it was one of theirs perhaps and not something new come to Twisted. A little unofficial intercity cooperation."

"That is an interesting thought about unexpected benefits of the tank," Ren remarks. The psychedelic-skinned sea slug is simulating sitting by 'kneeling' between a pair of seats next to Rayne. "Of course, we wouldn't -I don't think- actually induct the woman into TASK. But I wonder if it wouldn't be helpful to offer some incentive to use the tank productively if it's still intact." Ren adds, "As for calling her 'mentally unstable', though, I might reserve judgement before calling a new arrival such. Convergence is hardly conducive to acting sanely." With a mild surprise, Ren glances over to Minu with her addition. "I hadn't thought of that possibility but certainly should have. Excellent work on the communication." Despite the mirror, Ren doesn't seem to notice the new arrival just yet.

There is a sigh from Urus as he takes the drink and knocks it back. What is disgusting to some is good for others. "I think that this is beyond what we have talked about... There are things, to which I cannot help. " He tells Minu. As for the weaponry, that has him intrigued. "A TANK!" he says excitedly. "That is great, sounds like my kind of woman. I hope I get to meet her sometime. She has good taste." As for what you can do with one of those... it depends on the operator. "If what I have heard of these Xenomorphs is correct, a tank would not be a bad idea. Not the best though. Treads, are made of metal. The bloods of those things are... acidic right." he looks to Minu as she was the one who told him about the new threat. "Not a good combination."

Skeeve's eyes widen just a little bit at the array of... let's call them 'people' in the restaurant. Definitely a more interesting crowd than you normally find in a Usual Restaurant, but one takes what they can get. He himself makes his way up to the bar, slipping that ridiculous hat off the top of his head, tucking it away under his cloak.

Rayne shrugs her shoulders as she tucks her to-go box under her arm. "She walked around like she owned the place... complete with being in her underwear... Which suggests to me she might be one of those people that have been in the City for ages that I've managed to not see... But I've never heard any reports of tanks. Sure, there's that blue robot lion on the beach, but no tanks." She looks to Serenity. "No, she really was. She listed her psychoses. And apparently has a small bear-looking thing for a psychiatrist that was travelling with her. So... Yeah. I think I'm okay calling her mentally unstable this time." She glances over at Urus as he makes his point. "True, I suppose. Well, that'd knock out two birds with one stone, then, wouldn't it..." No, she doesn't seem to like the tank being around. As far as Urus' type of woman? She'll not judge. "Well, I've got an early morning shift at the Welcome Center tomarrow, so I'm going to go home, eat this in front of the TV," she pats her to-go box, "and go to bed. Talk to you guys later!" She gives the newcomer a nod as she stands up and turns around, but doesn't say anything else before heading for the door.

Minu smiles up at Ren. "Thank You. I figured that sense the citys were linked by the bridge, that it would be easy for rabble to head either direction and that the peace keepers on both sides should have some sort of contact and shared information. Its not yet an approved thing but I have access to their information officer so we are at least having some success." The little elf lady snorts and rolls her eyes "your kind of woman." she just smirks up at the hyena then turns her attention toward the door as Rayne heads out and draws her eye to the new arrival.

Serenity doesn't seem to share Urus' enthusiasm for the tank operator. Ren also regards Rayne with a concerned frown as she describes the visitor. "And a psychiatrist who is supposed to be but not entirely effectual at guarding her..." Ren remarks uncertainly. As Rayne excuses herself, Ren lifts a pair of fins from the water to offer her a wave. Spotting Skeeve, the spotted Serenity slightly waves a 'wing' to him as well, folding lines into the aquamarine muscle to give the vague impression of a human arm in a loose sleeve. "You're in contact with a police officer already?" Ren says approvingly to Minu. "Could I be of any help in furthering the relationship?"

Skeeve can't help but return Serenity's wave, a little dumbfounded, but then, only a little. Trying not to be too obvious about listening in to their conversation, he feels almost compelled to ask, "Did... something happen earlier?" He leans up against the bar. "Seems like the place is in pretty good shape, for needing the police."

Urus begins wondering how long he has been drinking if Rayne wants to go to bed. She must have also had a long night. When Rayne speaks having a bear being a weird psychiatrist he takes that slightly personally considering his relationship with a rubber duck. He knows it's weird... so why does he keep doing it? Habit. The newcomer is of interest as well considering Ren seems to know of him. "Hello. And you are?" he says also listening to his concerns. "For a Tank, it must have been pretty quiet, I was up all night. Wait, never mind." Remembering the walls of his apartment are plated in metal, which does not allow sound to diffuse through very easily. "It's the middle of twisted, you could level the entire block, in 3 days the entire thing would be up again. Just another grand part of this place."

The little elf lady tilts her head and looks the new comer over. She arches one brow behind her gold rimmed glasses. She takes in small details and stores them away, and waits for the fellow to introduce himself so she can tuck that away for later too. There is a reason she is the chief information officer for TASK. She nods her head idly to Ren. "I will leave you some information on your desk. Its an email address, for the computer. So far we have only shared a few, just enough to check a few shady folks and make sure further information isn't available in each others city. Urus, I am gona head toward the office. I have some Brain Bleach at the apartment if you wana drop by later after work." She offers the new comer a nod and glances back at Urus pointedly before heading back toward the gym and likely from there to the TASK office.

Skeeve returns the elf's wave, with just a touch of bemusement, but replies to Urus, "I'm Skeeve, Skeeve Plowse. It's nice to meet you. And I suppose you've got a good point, about the destruction and repairs around here." He pauses a moment, rolling that over in his head as he picks up a menu, then puts it back down. "Wait, did you say a stealth tank?"

"Indeed, the construction nanites within the boundaries of Twisted City are disconcerting for me as well," Ren adds to Urus' explanation. Ren nods in reply to Minu's offer. Then, as she departs, Ren offers her a wave before flowing out from between the seats and back in, closer to Skeeve. "I am fairly sure that the recent incident was not the result of anything stealthy, unless it has been around for some time and has just now failed in hiding," Ren mentions. "You can call me Serenity," Ren offers him, along with a damp pair of fin edges with extrusion and scalloping to vaguely suggest a hand.

Skeeve takes the... the... after a few moments, Skeeve decides that his own appelation is best, and just takes Serenity's hand, shaking it lightly. Nice to meet you, Serenity..." Letting go, and resisting the urge to wipe his hand off on his cloak (that'd be rude), he adds, "This place sure has changed a lot, since the last time I was here. How long has there been a city?"

"Nice to meet you Mr. Plowse." Urus says attempting an Iota of his manners. With a hand out to shake he continues. "Urus Deravin." He rubs the back of his neck for a second relieving some tension. "There are quite a few new additions to the party, and that tank and it's driver seem to be one of them. I havn't seen you around. You from neo-edo or..." he lets that be an open end for whatever Skeeve decides to tell. "This place has been getting busy as of late. It's about once a week or once every two weeks we seem to get a new one." Urus unwittingly tightly grasps the edge of the bar with his claws before looking down and recognizing and letting go. He takes a deep breath and gets himself under control. The last thing he needs is a bad first impression.

"Last time?" Ren repeats, inclining rhinophores toward Skeeve curiously. "While time here seems ill-behaved now and then, I can say for certain that Twisted City was here well before my arrival, but the appearance of Neo-Edo across the strait is a much more recent event."

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2016-03-20 (PostU) Me,Myself, and the animal I live with.

2016-03-23T21:20:50Z

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{{Logsummary|
Title = Me, Myself, And the animal I live with.
|Summary = Urus' dream concerning his history is interrupted by his own personal demon.
|Who = [[Urus]]
|Date = March 20, 2016.
|Where = Integra arms appt. room 5E
|Log=

The apartment has a slightly cold lifelessness to it. There is a strong waft of musky body-spray coming from the bathroom scenting the entire room. There is a small kitchenette at the front of the room near the door, spotlessly clean from lack of use. A Black fake leather couch, flanked by two identical end tables, sits toward a video wall. Three pristinely white walls surround the furniture like white, lifeless, guardians. A slender Caucasian man in his early 20's sits lazily on the couch. His midnight black hair is slicked back and still damp from the shower. A red T-shirt and tan pants keep him presentable, although he seems to not be expecting anyone. His brown eyes dart around the wall in front of him, said wall acting like a massive television screen showing the news. A hidden speaker in the ceiling blasting the sound into the room.

“It is nine AM this morning for your Talgar colony commute. In latest news, the first non-sol colony has been founded in the Folgun system. Word is that supplies have difficulty arriving due to the distance and that the lack of law enforcement has quickly turned the civilized endeavor into the largest known hive for crime.” The female newscaster on the wall flips a page in her notes before continuing. “Zouhtech Representatives have unveiled that they may have unlocked the secret to genetic modification. The technology is originally planed first for gene therapy to cure terminal diseases and cancer. However, a popular rumor is that there are ulterior motives for the company as it has been seen that military contractors have been handing out millions to the company. This theory is not currently supported by any hard evidence however.” the sound of another shifting of papers gets cut off by the man muting the system. “Sure…' he retorts, a heavy Russian accent obvious. “Like anyone would be desperate enough to try that!”

Suddenly a calm female voice comes over the speaker. “MOM is calling.” The man bolts up straight and brushes himself off, sitting properly now. “On Screen.” he commands. Suddenly the news channel disappears to reveal a woman in her mid 50's sitting on a similar couch to his. The scene behind her seems homey and lived in, warm and cared for. “Hello?” She asks, similar accenting gracing her voice as well. “Hi ma.” The man reply. The woman smiles, “Oh, Happy Birthday Urus!” she says cheerfully as two other men join her, one being in his late 50s and the other being about 16. “Thanks guys.” Urus says. “This is fantastic, I have not seen you in a while!”. The young man chimes in, accent not nearly as heavy in his voice, “How have you been big bro? Anything interesting?”. Urus smiles and retorts. “Doing well Sergei, nothing too interesting here. You staying good for mother?”. To which there is a smirk and a wink in response from his brother.

The older man barges in on the conversation. “Urus, you know that package you received?” Urus curiously replies “the one that said 'Do not open?”. The man nods, “Open it”. Urus gets up and goes into the extremely clean kitchen to take out a long box marked exactly with “do not open!” stenciled in large red letters as if the words themselves would jump out and scare off someone from opening it. Taking it back to the couch he takes out a small pocket knife and lops off the large amounts of tape keeping it closed. He flips open the box haphazardly and looks down into it. With a slight gasp of excitement Urus picks up a factory new looking Sub-machine gun, there is only a few purposeful scratches emblazoning the weapon with the initials of its original owner. “This Urus,” The man continues “Is my Great grandfather's weapon he used to protect himself in times of need. It was passed down from my great grandfather to his son, then it came to me, and now I think it is time for me to pass it on to you.” Urus is nearly speechless as he holds it. “Do not think I never saw you staring at it as you walked by in the den.” his father continues Now it is important that...”

all of a sudden everything stands still, the older man stopped mid sentence. Urus still aware looks around, wondering what is occurring. Suddenly the weapon disappears from his grasp. And an unfamiliar voice talks to him “ Ahh, reliving the good old days eh?” A deep voice calls to him. As Urus looks around he spots a spotted hyena strolling from behind the cabinet in the same place the box was. Coming into the living room, Talking to him. “I cant say that I blame you, I would too if I were you.” Urus squints confused looking to see if anyone else is talking to him. Seeing no one he refocuses on the animal. “Who are you?” he asks. The Hyena looks genuinely surprised at the question then replies “what? Do you not remember? Come on buddy… you remember me, The Asian blackjack player, June 2135…” Urus looks angrily at it as if it just hit a nerve. “The man is dead. I lost… Wait a second...oh Its you.” As he recognizes the beast he sighs and rolls his eyes. The animal looks back at him smiling again. “There you go!”

The Hyena stalks closer keeping eye contact with Urus. “Happy anniversary roomie. Five years to tonight, You came into my life… or was it the other way around?” Urus, with an obvious attempt to bottle his anger at the creature before him, stands slowly “You came to me….” he states. “That’s Right,” The hyena remembers. “So, do you want to go out on the town tonight? Let it all loose? Come on! It will be fun. Some blood, some screaming. good stuff.”. Urus walks away from the couch, fist clenched. “No, Why will you not just leave me alone?” The hyena cackles in its primal way, “Leave you alone? I'm sorry, The exit is not clearly marked.” the beast's attitude suddenly changes from one of jokes to one of concern. “Aren’t you at all proud of what we have accomplished? As the hyena nears the couch it shifts seamlessly. Raising up on two legs, proportions changing, Turning into the shape of the Urus that the people of twisted have come to know. “Look at what we have done. Isn't it magnificent?” it says sitting lazily on the couch exactly like Urus was before. “We are better together than we are apart!”

“I do not need you. You have caused more harm than good.” Urus retorts, however, seeming to be slightly concerned when the hyena shifts into him. “That hurts man, to think we have been together for so long. Yet you still balk at the sight of me.” The beast says kindly. Urus holds his forehead in exasperation as he paces in front of the hyena “We have been over this so many times. I will not let you loose to make a mess of my name and the things around you. Things are finally looking up, and I did not need you, I never needed you.” To this the beast takes major offence. Teeth bared and ears back the hyena shouts. “You are NOTHING without me! How many times have I, out of the goodness of my heart, taken over to help keep you alive. How many times have you DEPENDED on the gifts I have given you?” Urus, Frightened by the fury coming from the words spouted out of his form, stammers “N-nothing? I had family, I had home. I had life where people did not look down upon me for what I was. In fact, If it was not for you, I would still be at home, not in twisted where life is even less hospitable.”. The beast relaxes slightly, “I see. You blame me, for every misfortune that has come to you. But tell me this, who told you to make those decisions. To go back to mercenary work, to take the disturbingly dangerous job, to come here… that was all you. I have sat back and let you be, because on occasion, things would get messy and I would be able to intervene. Stretch my legs and live somewhere outside the confines of this tiny spot of land you call your mind. It has been months since I have had time out. Tell you what, let me have tonight, and then we can...”

“No.” Urus states interrupting. “Thank you for your concern; however, This is my body, my life. You can rot for all I care.” The Beast stands and slowly walks over to Urus, backing him into a corner. “You don't know what you are dealing with. I have tried to be reasonable. I have tried to make a deal, to leave you the ability to still have your life, and for me to be happy as well. I see now that it is out of the question. Now, You will regret your decision, I have just as much control as you do…” Urus stares the hyena in the eyes. “I know exactly what I am dealing with. No more than a voice in my head” The beast with malice in its eyes and voice states. "Have fun. I will be here, biding my time.” with a smirk, the beast takes his claws to rake them across Urus.

Twisted. Integra arms appt. Room 5e

Urus bolts upright in bed quickly takes his hand to his chest to check for scratches. Breathing heavily his eyes dart around. He turns on the light and takes quick stock of himself. A dream that turns into an inner dialogue with one's demons, probably not unusual for twisted, but still concerning for those involved, especially when it happened before the convergence too. His room in twisted is reminiscent of rooms he had back on the space ships he had been on. Cold and metallic, all of the items have dual purposes, that is except the bed, which is mostly for sleeping. The room is quite sparsely furnished, leaving a lot of free floor space. Urus rubs his eyes and rests his forehead on his palms. The fur all over him stands on end nervously. “Oh no… not again. No, no, no, no.” On a shelf a plastic bowl lies, filled with water and one object. From the bowl he pulls a small rubber duck. Hugging the duck close to him, he curls up into the his bed. Eyes open and unable to even contemplate sleep, he lay there. Expecting the worst… and hoping for the best.

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2016-03-10 (PostU) The Science of Shopping

2016-03-12T16:13:33Z

Wolfmaster97: Created page with "{{Logsummary| Title = The Scince of Shopping. |Summary = Minu and Urus catch up as he helps her with some shopping. |Who = Minu, Urus |Date = March 12, 2016...."

{{Logsummary|
Title = The Scince of Shopping.
|Summary = Minu and Urus catch up as he helps her with some shopping.
|Who = [[Minu]], [[Urus]]
|Date = March 12, 2016.
|Where = Integra Arms Appartment, Neo-Edo.
|Log=

Its early in the morning and there is a rustling in the hall out side her apartment. The little elf had spent the night in the quiet peace of her own place, away from the noise and chaos of TASK. She shared time between her place and sleeping at HQ but sometimes she had to be away so she could study or think or just be, away from all the others. The noise continued out side her door and she wondered if maybe she was getting a new neighbor. Dressed in a short ruffled red skirt and a green sweater the little wood elf opened her door and peeked out into the hall.

Urus happens to be moving into the last vacant room on this floor. Hopefully the rest of the residents are heavy sleepers or away. He had some help acquiring the furniture and getting it up here, but he made it abundantly clear that he was going to position everything his way and do it himself, hence the ruckus. With a last grunt he seems to have everything in order how he wants it. Most of the sparse furnishings seem quite simple in nature, although drab and industrial in nature, to Urus, it looks like home. There are a few random items littering the shelves including a small tuber ware bowl with water in it resting on one of the shelves, whatever that's for. With a silent nod he leaves his room, shutting and locking the door behind him. With a twirl of the keyring, that only has one key and a carabiner; he slides it into a pants pocket and heads out towards the elevator, but stops to see a familiar face. "Minu? What are you doing here?" he asks. It is probably obvious but it stands to ask anyway.

Golden eyes blink behind wire rimmed glasses, as the little elf watches her new neighbor shove a rather industrial looking table into place in his dining space. Her head tilts as she catches sight of brown fur and a familiar scar. "Urus...yeah, its me. I..live here. Well, half the time. Its my quiet place. Are you just moving in then?? Your gona be my neighbor?" She giggles and smiles "how have you been? I heard you were working for the scary sea lady?"
"I guess so. I learned that there were a few rooms open and decided that I might as well get comfortable with life here." Urus replys. Silently he had been hoping that there was a way back or this was all a coma induced dream but, facts are facts, and it's time to live life to the fullest in the small patch of paradise we call Twisted. "Scary sea lady? Oh! Yes, I work for Morgana. It is currently the best offer for work as of late. That is to say the only offer of work." Knowing well that she and Kotal work together and so she would also probably notice the lack of hyena in TASK as well. He takes a second for quick thought before asking "So.. you want to come outside? Catch up? Do... something?" it seems that the second part was the only one he had thought through. It has been quite a while since they both had spoken, and he is quite interested in what his protge has been up to.

Minu lets the door open further as the hyena addresses her. She smiles softly and nods "Yeah, we could go talk. If your off today, I have some time, we could go...shopping. I have been meaning to go to Neo- Edo and pick up somethings. I could use your help and, suggestions." She looks back into her apartment, reaches over, grabs a small clutch bag and key then steps into the hall and closes and locks her door.

Urus raises an eyebrow "Shopping? Seriously? We better not be doing girly shopping or anything like that are we? "He asks. He is not one for clothes shopping or any such. However this is Minu we are talking about. She could be hunting for 3 ring binders. He keeps a slightly open mind as he feels lighter than usual and recognizes what's missing. He reopens his door and pulls his gun from the umbrella stand just inside. His weapon hangs from the shoulder sling as usual now makes him feel ready. "Ok, now we can go."

The little elf smirks up at the tall hyena man "as if I would ask for you help cloths shopping. Your still wearing the same pants you converged in, I remember the bite tears from the zombie fight you got into." She shakes her head more and giggles. "No Urus, If I want "girly" shopping I will ask Sil or Rayne to go with me. What I need are books, and supplies. I am wanting to learn more about computers and programing and I want to get some science books, chemistry and such. I want to learn more about explosives. Face it, I am small and not strong. I will never be a front line fighter. I know I am not exactly warrior material. But if you can take the bad guys out from a distance, isn't that just as good ? I mean, look at what the Joker did..the whole DMC with one tiny box. I wana learn that."

Urus walks toward the elevator knowing quite well his limitations in the clothing area. "I have a style that I try to uphold" he says trying to defend his choice. He waits for her to get in the elevator as well before sending them both to the ground floor. The fact that they are alone in the metallic box when she brings up explosives only furthers the mood. "you are taking this farther than self-defense Minu..." he says attempting to sound berating towards her. His stump of a tail wiggles slightly as he is actually ecstatic. And smiles and gives her a soft ruffling of her hair. "And that is great! I am glad to see that you are taking your teachings in stride!" He could not be happier so far. Everything he has done to teach has fostered a love for blowing things up? He could not have asked for more.

The little elf steps easily into the elevator with the big hyena man. She smirks as he pushes the buttons and she catches sight of his tiny flicking tail. This of course gives lie to his attempts at being stern. She wrinkles up her little nose as her hair is ruffled and she takes a little half hearted swipe at the mans hand. "I learned that you don't have to be a giant warrior to do a lot of damage. I also have discovered that as much as Kotal is a god of war, his knowledge is not unlimited. And those he holds up as authority on some subjects are both faulty in their knowledge and questionable in their teaching methods. I don't want to be at the mercy of anyones bad information. If I am going to work for TASK, I am going to need to be more then just a librarian. I have to have enough knowledge and skill to be respected in my own right and listened to. Your not the only one who has been trying to teach of late. Though at the moment your the only one I really trust since your not part of TASK and don't have a...dog in the fight as it were."

Urus listens patiently to Minu as she explains her end of the situation. Part of it though seems to rub him the wrong way. "Mercy of bad information? Please. Explain." The rest although just as concerning does make him feel better that she trusts him ahead of certain co-workers. He nods. "You are correct in all these things. I have seen many time where strength and power did not go hand in hand. You are already scary in your own right. That much I know. But yes, some require a more firm hand to learn. I have been on both sides of that myself." He confides. A ding from the elevator goes off as the doors open. He allows her to go first before going out himself. Trying to add a bit of decorum to his encounters with those he actually likes.

Stepping out of the elevator the elf waits for Urus to join her then continues to talk as she walks. "Kotal actually saw fit to allow live munitions practice with grenades. He had us all assemble in the court yard and had Erron Black offer the lesson on how to properly throw one." She pushes her glasses up her nose and makes a face. "He had poor Ren scared to death. The idiot actually told her that the grenade wouldn't work properly if wet?! Can you believe that. The poor girl was flat with fear, literally! I was so mad. When I called him on it he got all lippy and defensive of course. I am afraid he and I have been on bad terms since. I simply can not forgive that kind of thing. If you don't know...fine..but don't act like you do and scare someone already unfamiliar and uncomfortable with fighting. I am not a warrior to be certain but Ren, she's gentle and kind and thoughtful and well...it made me very mad!"

"Live munitions! That is fantastic! By what I have seen already there is nothing that could hide from you." Urus cheers. The name mentioned sounds familiar. Erron, wait. Its on the tip of... yes that's right, one of Kotal's little cronies that replaced him. Urus had to rescue him from a hole in the ground. And as the conversation continues, it sounds more like he should have stayed there. "You are kidding me? Underwater? And this is the guy that REPLACED me!" There is an obvious bit of anger in his voice as both the fact that he has been replaced by an inferior mercenary, and the fact that he took it upon himself to teach misinformation towards Minu... and Ren. Urus teeth are bared in his agreement that something is definitely wrong. "I am glad you knew beforehand. This man is going to make a mockery of the mercenary and TASK name. I can smell it from here..." he can't really but it's a figure of speech, something he has also been working on. "If you need information outside of books, come to me. You know where to find me."

Minu looks up just in time to catch Urus' baring of teeth. She smiles and offers the man a pat on the arm. "This is why I wanted you to come with me. We have a couple magic users now, and though I could learn, I am more comfortable with the science side of things. So I want to learn both how to use what is available and how to make my own. I want to learn the chemical processes and then how to manufacture safe and effective munitions. Stuff I can drop from flight, stuff I can plant and use remotely. I know there are all sorts of possibilities. So, we are gonna go find me some books and some supplies and I am gonna start studying and teaching myself how to do these things so I am not relying on others for the know how and maybe in the process I will be able to help more."

Urus takes a deep breath and calms himself. The amount of homemade weaponry he knows off the top of his head, is meager at best, however as minu pointed out books could be quite useful. "I am sure that you could easily make this work, as for certain materials, that may be more difficult to get." he keeps his pace slower than usual to allow for minu to be comfortable, his normal pace with his height would probably be a jog for her. "So," he continues "At the Christmas party... some sort of dog came through. I saw it leave with you, what happened to it might I ask, I have not seen it around since then." then he snickers naughtily. "Did Kotal eat it?"
Minu falls easily into step with the taller hyena man. "well chemicals are all around us. Its just finding them. It might not be easy at first but once I learn about the base components I should be able to figure it out." The two step out of the apartment complex and into the street. Turning toward the road that leads to the bridge to Neo-Edo. A small laugh spills from the little elf "the puppies? They are fine. No Kotal did not eat them!" she giggles behind her hand "he wouldnt hurt them. I think he is very fond of Buster. The pups are special, a very rare magical animal. They have sorta become mine mostly but the whole of TASK holds them in affection. Ferra and Tor like to play with them and rough house in the court yard. Jackson likes to read with me and of course Rex enjoys being cuddled. He scared everyone the night we did the munitions testing. Black was being a jerk, as usual and pulled his gun to show it didn't need reloading ever cause its magic or something but Rex thought he was gonna hurt me and got very protective. Rex is the sweet and gentle pup, he's the cuddle pup, no one expected him to get angry and protective."

Urus nods understandingly "Try to not get yourself blown up, I know you are smarter than that. However I care about you ok." As they cross the bridge and Minu tells her story Urus seems to be making mental notes of something. The sort of staring off into space, still listening but intense thought being put into something. Which is not too common for him however, what could he be up to. "It seems I would like this Rex. He seems to know good character." A quick reminder of something that may be useful to her. "Oh, almost forgot. Some warrior type converged the other day. Expect another person to start filling out paperwork. " you can always tell the ones who are probably going to take TASK to heart. Scarcely do the two know it than they arrive at the Neo-Edo mall, time sure flies when in good company. With a quick realization Urus stops and turns almost about to walk past the entrance.
Minu smiles up at Urus "I will be careful Urus, I promise. I just need to be more then a librarian, you know. As much as Kotal says he appreciates what I do...I know, no one sees or respects me as a warrior. I get that and they are not wrong but, I work for TASK, I am supposedly third in charge after Rayne, if they don't respect me and my knowledge and what I can do, how can I lead effectively if such is needed. Not that I want to mind you. I don't revel in getting into fights, but...well...I won't shy from battle if I am needed though. Like when those xeno things were chasing Sil through the park. I was right there, I did everything I could to help even though I had no weapons with me, I at least distracted the darn things so she could escape. I am just not sure anyone sees that kind of thing. I might not be big and strong but I am loyal and I try very hard to be brave." She blinks as they arrive at the mall "wow that was fast, here Urus...this is the entrance. Now. I want to go to the book store first and then, umm maybe a kitchen supply store if they have one. I doubt they have a Chem-labs-R-Usor somewhere that just has all the science supplies hanging around easy..." She walks through the sliding doors and into the mall proper and is instantly assailed by the scents from the food court, the smells of perfumes from the department stores, and the sounds and bright sights of rampant commercialism. Pausing to get her baring she looks up at Urus "new guy? Ummmmm Legatus.something? I saw some notes on a new fellow converging in. Evidently he showed up to the arena the other night when Kotal was showing off the xeno in kombat. You are likely right, once the fellow settles in, he will likely come looking for work. Yet another warrior type to have to kick into good manners and respect of the little paper pusher." She sighs as she looks over the mall directory and leads the way to the book store.

Urus Follows Minu in and after the smells waft in comments. "A few years ago this would be great." The downside to having genetic experimentation, Overwhelming scents and the fact that the cinnamon rolls on level 2 have become inedible. But back to the situation at hand. " Usually Kitchen supplies and chemistry supplies are about the same. It is not as professional looking but it gets the job done." Urus also takes a look at the directory, finding little of interest himself. "Yeah, put him into line, I know it should be pretty easy for you. Look at how well we get along... now." At that he wrinkles his nose a little remembering the first time they met. He follows her as they continue. " so these... Xenos. Becoming a big problem as of late? You said you took one on yourself. They can't be that tough then."

Minu steps into the book store then pauses and looks up at the hyena as he says xeno's can't be so dangerous if SHE took one on. The little elf huffs and quite promptly kicks him in the shin. "they are only as tall as Kotal, faster then a human running flat out and armored from head to long whippy tail. They have double mouths with very nasty teeth and acid for blood. No..they are absolutely nothing at all to worry about. As for taking them on. I distracted them...small owl in the face is enough evidently to at least be surprising now and then..though clearly not overly impressive." She snorts and walks past Urus and up and down a few aisle till she finds what she is looking for. There are books of ever kind here in this store from ceiling to floor. Its like being home for the little elf and soon enough she is pulling books from shelves and makes stacks of what she wants to purchase. There are titles like "Chemistry for Dummies" and "DIY Chemistry Experaments" as well as other volumes that look heavy and quite challenging. As she shops the little elf turns and hands books off to Urus as well as keeping others tucked up under her own arm. "ok...this should do it to start" she says looking at her near 15 book stack. "lets go check out and look for that supply store."

Urus takes the kick unflinchingly. "What? You said yourself. You are no warrior." He takes note of the description and thinks that they could definitely be a problem. The fact that something like that exists makes him feel inferior. Do genetic experimentation they said. Be the most powerful being in the universe they said... obviously they never heard of half the stuff now roaming twisted. As Minu picks up a stack of books and tries to hand him at least half of them, he protests. "You are the librarian here, you carry your own books." It doesn't sound like much but when all the books she picks out are no less than an inch thick... that's a lot of book. Besides, he came here to be a conversational companion, not a Sherpa.

The little elf makes a face at the big fellow beside her and carefully stacks the books up. She looks at the stack carefully and take three out and returns them to the shelf. She takes a few steps to another shelf and selects three different books. These are all on computers, programing and coding. She adds these three books to her stack then sighs and looks up at the hyena and blinks those big golden eyes. "You know Urus, you so much bigger and stronger then I am" as she lifts a good two thirds of the book stack and simply holds it as she gives him those big eyes.

Urus looks at the increasing pile of books and shakes his head slowly. She is going to have a tough time carrying those... but its good exercise for her. But his bravado get ahead of his brain and replies "Damn straight." And with little effort picks up the stack, which to say has grown to about half her size at this point, and smiles as he proves what she already knew. And then it occurs to him what she had just done. and he just bought into it. "Ah... Damn it." With an exasperated sigh, he mutters "Alright... what is next."

Minu smiles brightly up at the hyena man and with a little giggle she turns and makes her way to the register. Once there she sets the books on the counter. The lady behind it blinks at the stack and the pile Urus is carrying. "Oh my, someone is stocking up. You know you could have ordered most of this on-line and had it delivered directly to your home." Minu arches her brow "Ummm I doubt that would work. We came over the bridge, from Twisted." The girl behind the counter laughs and slides a little flier over the counter to the elf. "Next time just go to Rainforest.com. We are your one stop shop for your on-line shopping needs, books and all sorts of things, and we deliver to Twisted." The lady rings up everything and the little elf pays for it. Minu and Urus take the stacks of books and the little elf looks up at the hyena "I want to find a kitchen supply store so I can get some equipment, I need a scale and some other things." as she leads Urus out into the mall once more.
Urus lets Minu take care of business, it is her books after all. "Delivery... that would have been good to know beforehand." He mutters to himself. Still peeved that the little owl tricked him he takes the books back and peers around it to look her in the eye. "Fine, but you are carrying this batch." Following behind he looks like Minu's assistant or something. This was not what the man had in mind when he said they could catch up or something. Then again he should be happy. He has succeeded as a teacher; this is just helping her with self-learning. "So, Do you have a place for these when we get back?" he wonders. Not everyone has 2 feet of shelf space lying around, but of all the people she probably does.

Minu turns to look up and back at Urus "Oh yes, I have plenty of space for them. Its one reason I got the apartment. I mean I could live at TASK but, sometimes a girl needs a quiet place to study and such." She pauses before a directory and finds what she is looking for then heads off in the direction of the kitchen supply store. As the two of them make their way, the little elf spies a toy store and there in the window is a rather large and complex science set for kids, complete with small samples of elements and a whole rack of test tubes and other things that would be needed for simple experiments. She makes a pleased little sound and darts into the shop and soon the elf and hyena are emerging with yet another purchase. A large box marked "My little science lab". With this purchase the little elf heads to the kitchen supply store and makes a few more purchases, a scale and a mortar and pestle and a few more things and soon both the hyena and elf are loaded down with bags and boxes and books and Minu is looking quite pleased with herself. "looks like I got it all Urus. Let my buy you lunch and we can head home."

Urus pauses as he sees her dart off. And stops, trying to continue balancing the book stack. As she comes back out he comments, "That will do, at least until you upgrade. Something tells me you will be long at work in your new hobby." The two end up packed by the time they are done. "Alright," he nods as she marks off the last thing on her mental list. "Can we try that one just down the hall, I hear that they tend to undercook everything."

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2016-02-28 (PostU) Cabbage Patch Kids.

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{{Logsummary|
Title = Cabbage Patch Kids
|Summary = Urus continues his job as body guard for morgana while answering her questions about the things she has been told. meanwhile a pushy merchant gets what he deserves.
|Who = [[Morgana]], [[Rayne]], [[Urus]],
|Date = February 27, 2016.
|Where = [[Zeku-Kari Beach]],[[The Twisted Street]]
|Log=

As the waves calmly lap at the shore and the sun begins to set for the day Urus stands from his lawn chair that he has been laying on, soaking in some rays and being at the beck and call of the siren if she needs him. Having your boss live in the ocean has its perks. Speaking of which it is about time for a check in. He stands by the edge of the water, but makes sure not to stir it. He knows she will be there soon. No need to rush her. He is however going to have to make a small explination of how a certain beverage works.

The siren had been resting with in the quiet of her grotto. It had only been a day since the conversation with the fae woman who belonged to Kotal. It was pleasant that others wished to be helpful but it held a certain amount of confusion for the siren as well. Things said and expectations had that she had no basis of knowledge for. Even at the advanced age of nearly a thousand years she didn't know everything, especially about modern landed life. It was for this reason that she decided that having a landed one in her employee would be wise. Yes she could ask Muradin or DM about these things but her chosen was busy often making new under ground rooms for the family to dwell in and DM was usually busy working on her inventions. The taint still in her blood let her know when the sun was setting and so she languidly uncurled herself and swam to the surface to find the hyena. It takes no time at all really before the siren broke the surface of the water and flung her hair back. Her strong tail propelled her toward land and soon she is rising from the waives on two sleek legs, water spilling from her naked flesh.

Urus comments immediately, but unimpressed by this point. "Making entrance... as always." He turns to her not bothering to mention the lack of clothing because it's become so commonplace at this point for her. His first bout of business is simple. "So, I do not think I made myself clear when I attempted to explain the Tea thing. It is herbs, Steeped in hot water." And here's the kicker... "That you drink." It almost sounds like he is talking down to her, however it must be made clear considering what she attempted to do with it before. At that point he is back to business. "So, have you need of my services this evening?"

The sirens nudity is not gratuitous or done for effect. It is simply that she is a natural creature at one with her native state and she doesn't think about such things until she comes in contact with the landed and their odd hang ups about nudity. "perhaps it would be wise for you to procure a garment and keep it at hand in case I forget and leave mine with in my grotto. I know how sensitive the landed are about nakedness." She offers a shrug of shoulders and with a bit of mermaid magic she is instantly dry and she shakes her long dark hair around her body to offer at least some modesty to the poor hyena. When he mentions the tea she makes a face "drinkhot water.with weeds in it? Why ever for? That can not be right or good for the offspring."

Urus is not great with fashion. He walks around half dressed and a guy none the less. Sending him to get clothing is like telling Paula Dean to cook anything without butter. Its going to happen, but the results are going to be less than satisfactory. "Why don't we go out and get something for you. I think a little time with the ... landed" he says in attempt to make things abundantly clear by using her lingo. "Would not hurt." Upon further thought for a second. "Well... not hurt you that is." Others are a different story. As for the argument over Tea... this would not have happened over Vodka. "You see. We landed need water too, not all can swim however. I did not create this thing however. Do not blame me..." he is already tired of this. Silencia might want to research on who she is talking to before giving health advice next time.

Morgana frowns and shakes her head "you landed...drink..water with weeds. I know my chosen drinks many spirits but I have never seen him partake of water with weeds." She shakes her head again yet another thing I do not understand about the landed. As for the garment, perhaps this is a good idea. "I wish to discuss other things I do not understand as well. Things that the landed keep asking me about my offspring...such as...what is a midwife?" As she makes her way further up the beach, leading the male toward the city. "do you perhaps have a shirt Urus, I would not wish to cause others discomfort until we can procure another garment."

Urus walks with her toward the city. As she attempts to understand Tea, she nails it. He does not understand why people do it either. I guess it's for antioxidants or some such. They walk along one way merely chatting. Urus attempts to explain the human way of doing things. Meanwhile he takes his cooler with him. When he opens it up he roots to the bottom to pull out a simple black hoodie. He had been using this to look inconspicuous while being on the beat for Kotal, now... he's not too sure why he keeps it with him. He hands it over to morgana to help her cover up for now. "A midwife is a person who helps with the... relieving the mother of their offspring when the time is right. Usually it is woman who is trained in such. Landed have had complications to producing offspring. That is why midwife is needed" After the Tea debacle he is not leaving her comprehension of a subject to chance.

Down the road just a little bit is a wooden cart, Two wheels and a built in roof over it. On it is carefully stacked cabbages. There is a thin oriental gentleman behind it advertising his product to the passersby. As the two are in the area the man comes out from behind his cart quite quickly appearing in front of them, a leafy and perfect looking cabbage in hand. "Cabbage for the fine lady? Best cabbages this side of Ba Sing Se!" he smiles and seems quite proud of his current situation.

Morgana takes the offered hoody and looks at it, then shrugs and pulls it on over her head. She pushes the hood back and fluffs her long dark hair over her shoulders and rolls the sleeves up to her forearms. Seeing as Urus is the size he is, the hoody is an effective mini dress of sorts on the siren and at least covers her enough for the sake of others comforts. As she and the hyena walk toward town proper she gives him a sideways look "so the landed do not easily birth their offspring. Huh. I do not recall the mer-folk having such troubles. I can see though why the landed would be so concerned, though I do not know if I should be so concerned." When the merchant steps before her with his cabbage, she blinks and frowns. The siren arches one brow, looking slightly affronted at being approached.

Urus shrugs. "We landed tend to worry too much about a lot of things." he mentions in the hope she will feel better about her situation. "Besides, I am trained in the medical field. If anything goes wrong I have it under control." Which is a partial lie. Medically trained. Yes. In anything even related to the conceiving of a child. Not even close. Urus gives the merchant a serious look as he suddenly comes up to them. "Buddy," he starts "If the lady wanted your sorry cabbages, she would have asked." he then plucks up the cabbage out of the man's hand and underhand tosses it at one of the legs holding the cart level, breaking the leg and tipping the cart one way causing a miniature avalanche of Cruciferous vegetation. At this the man looks shocked and worried. "AHHH MY CABBAGES!" and running over to pick them all up, piling them up in his arms. Meanwhile Urus takes the time to whistle and move along. Beckoning Morgana to do the same.

The siren tilts her head to the side as Urus steps forward and address the merchant. She does not protest or correct the hyena, simply lets him deal with the merchant. When she is motioned forward she moves easily , keeping pace and only when they are out of ear shot of the cabbage man , she pauses and lays a hand upon Urus' arm "Urus,...I do not believe the merchant meant me harm, though I do appreciate your eagerness to protect.me."

There are several stalls in the area. One of the nearby stalls is a quaint little ramen shop, complete with a small seating area with small, easily portable walls set up to block wind on windy days. And from behind one of these walls pokes a very, very identifiable head. Really, there's no mistaking that it's Rayne from that head of hair. "Uhhhh," she says as she looks over at the shout, seeing the damaged cart and the nonchalant manner that Urus is whistling and walking away from said destruction. "Uuuuuuuuuuurus? What happened here?"

The man quickly puts the leg back under the cart and places all the cabbages back quite quickly. world record cabbage stacking... if there was such a thing. As he places the last cabbage, the one that was thrown, one couldn't notice a single blemish or imperfection on it... he runs out a few feet shouting back at Urus "I have a permit! I am going to get you for destruction of property!" He says seeming to be mourning his...perfectly... intact... cabbages. "Are you kidding?" he says to morgana, "He has had the same 2 dozen cabbages for the last 3 months and not a single one seems to have any decay... there is something up with his produce... I know it." He turns to Rayne quickly not thinking he would have seen her today. "Oh. Hello. What do you mean? Nothing happened. A mere disagreement that's all." he fibs. The merchant recognizes the face too. "You. You're a TASK officer right? Do something!" he says to her unaware that she may not have seen what happened and/or not being on duty.

Morgana arches a brow at Urus' explanation then turns a frowning look on the merchant as he yells and causes an even greater ruckus. " I do not know the use of those , cabbages , but they do seem rather hard." As Rayne calls the siren turns her dark eyes to the rainbow haired woman. "Salutations Rayne."

Rayne sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose with closed eyes. She leans back out of sight again to ease the process of actually standing up, slapping down money to pay for her ramen bowl as she gets to her feet. She walks over to the cabbage cart and takes a look at the situation. While she didn't see what happened, she certainly heard the commotion from the start. And she at least saw that everything was on the ground. She looks around and... of course, there don't seem to be any other witnesses... Everyone else that might have seen what happened has already wandered off, not wanting to get involved. As has been the trend with her these past few days, Rayne sighs yet again as she examines the damage to the cart. Which... doesn't seem to have any. "Uhhhh... where is the damage, sir?" She holds up a hand at Urus, signalling that he'd better not leave just yet.

"Not even worth time. Surprised I gave him that much." Urus says. "Cabbages... or at least the ones I know are a leafy vegetable that we landed eat. What he calls cabbages... that is different story." He looks back at the man with squinted eyes. At that the merchant stands in front of his cart hugging his vegetables to protect them. Urus continues walking despite the fact that Rayne wants him to stay. He has a job to do. If she wants to talk, she better catch up. At least, that's his theory.

The Merchant replies to Rayne accusatorily. "That Thing threw one of my precious cabbages and broke my cart. LEADING to the damaging of the rest of my cabbages! Just look at it!" he begins petting a cabbage on the top of the pile, then stops for a second ducking down into his cart and pulling out an official looking document. "Right here. My right to keep and sell my cabbages. My produce is not to be disturbed like this!" The document reads out in perfect legalese everything he just told her. Said document is signed off by an official Task member. Minu.

The siren watches the happenings with those implacable dark eyes. Her expression is blank and hard to read for any emotion at all. One hand drifts to her belly and only then does a frown crease her brow. "Urus, another thing I wish to know more of. It has been mentioned that many do not change...diapers. When offspring are mentioned. I wish to understand why this is significant to the landed? I do not know the term or why its significant."

Rayne's left eye twitches at paperwork being shoved in her face. She politely pushes the paperwork back to the cabbage guy. "....Sir, no one is claiming you can't be here." She then turns to the Siren. "Morgana, what did Urus do?"

Urus rubs his forehead with an index finger and a thumb. What has everyone been telling her? Either that or the obvious. People assume humans and sirens reproduce similarly and that has confused both parties. "I do not think that is necessary. If offspring is going to be spending majority of time in water. It is not a worry. The landed species. " he continues unaware that he technically has started talking in the third person. "have many different ways of dealing with things that someone like you need not worry about. As I said. They worry and overcomplicate things."

The merchant puts the paper back quickly, and seeing a way to multitask, picks up a still perfect cabbage from the pile and whispers to Rayne "Officers get a two for one discount...." he says attempting to entice her. But considering she has been torn away from her dinner, this probably is not the best time.

Morgana nod her head at Urus' answer thoughtfully "I believe you are correct, it is a forgetting in their part that my offspring will be of the sea." Her attention is grabbed when Rayne says her name and she turns dark eyes back to the rainbow haired woman. "Urus now belongs to me, I have given him shiny objects of value for his knowledge and assistance when I am on land. The merchant was over eager to show me his hard vegetables and Urus removed the offending vegetable from my presence and threw it back toward the cart. The Merchant came to no harm Rayne, he was not bespelled or threatened, and though he may be adequate to feed from , I am not suffering the hunger at this time and I do not eat landed vegetables."

Rayne facepalms once more. "It doesn't matter who he belongs to. He can't go about using strongarm crap like that and expect people to just let him get away with it." She removes her hand from her face and picks up her walking pace to catch up to the mercenary. "I'm letting you off with a warning. THIS time, and only because I couldn't see any actual damage to his cart or merchendise. Do not antagonize the vendors. Do not dissapoint me again." With yet another sigh, she turns to walk away, but pauses before she takes her first step. "And I no longer owe you any drinks."

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2016-02-20 (PostU) Rubber Ducks and Rhinofores

2016-02-21T13:57:10Z

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{{Logsummary|
Title = Rubber Ducks and Rhinofores
|Summary = A newly clean Urus has a chat with serenity about housing options.
|Who = [[Urus]], [[Serenity]]
|Date = February 2, 2016.
|Where = [[The Usual Restaurant]]
|Log=

The colorfully-mottled marine mollusk moves from the dance floor, still flashing aquamarine undulatory fins in one more quick spin. Ren settles the flare of 'wings' into a more sedate slide, though rhinophores continue to flop and gill-feathers flutter in the water a while longer.

Urus walks out of the UR Restroom towel around his waist and shampoo bottle under his arm. Most of the fur slicked down and damp, but not dripping. His clothes and gear lay on an empty table in the corner of the restaurant. It seems to be because it is out of the way of others rather than he is hiding it. He moves his fur back and out of his eyes as he stumbles across Ren. "Oh, ummm Hi." He says slightly startled at what he sees. Usually there are not many people around this time of the morning, however apparently dance class started early today. he fails to care at this point that he is minimally dressed, he is covered where it is important and that's good enough for now.

Serenity ripples out of Urus' way, making a half-circle, then pausing to 'stand' close by with a posture that enables Ren to match his height. "Hello," Ren rasps cheerily. Ren glances down briefly and gestures with a pair of fin edges before returning eyes to his. "Is this a new look for you?" Ren inquires.

Urus pauses for a second for pleasantries before continuing to walk along to the table with his stuff. "ehhh no, actually. Just for cleaning up. Decided considering water here is not too rare I might as well take a shower or something." The color pattern now a bit less muddled, the tan and black fur shines a small bit under the incandescent lighting. He rustles through his things making a mild clatter. "Where did I leave my... where is it?"

Serenity follows Urus and peers past him to see what the item might be. "Clean water is rare and valuable where you come from?" Ren surmises. "It certainly isn't, here." Ren then adds curiously, "Did you avoid requesting a shower in your own apartment because of your culture's notions about cleaning?"

Urus continues to search through his things, fruitlessly at that. "Damn it where is... ohhh wait." He says thinking he has an Idea. He walks toward the bathroom with apparent motive. "yes. Back where I was from it was cheaper to drink vodka than it was to drink water. I am talking about good stuff too. " he says reminiscing. As he is about to go into the bathroom again Ren brings up apartments. "I do not have apartment of my own. Just got to point where I was thinking of getting a place of my own. " he finishes before opening the door and walking through.

"Vodka, the alcoholic drink? I was under the impression that water was important to all life, if in differing amounts," Ren responds somewhat skeptically. As he returns to the restroom, Ren follows along behind. "I do know a few people here who have opted for roommates, but it hardly seems worth the trouble when apartments are available for free. Were you having trouble getting along with someone recently?"

Urus is inside for a few seconds before coming back out again, cute little rubber duck in hand. "Yes water is necessary; however getting it hundreds of light-years from the nearest planet costs a pretty penny. most people opt for the next best thing, yes the drink." he walks over to the table and places the duck down and crouches down to look at it eye to eye. "You scared me Ivan, stay close next time." He stands back up and curiously asks Ren "there are FREE apartments? And no, I have not had trouble, why do you ask?"

Serenity seems to draw the line at following him into the shower, instead glancing about the restroom while he retrieves the item. Ren regards the rubber duck with a puzzled look as Urus passes. "Interstellar ships are also quite expensive where I come from. For just that reason, I wouldn't even board a ship that didn't have proper food and environmental control." Ren looks a bit confused by the conversation with the faux fowl but simply 'stands' by the table without remarking on that. "Indeed, the apartments across the street are free," Ren agrees with a frown, motioning with a pair of fins toward the exit. "I thought that you might be looking into an apartment because you and your current roommate were not getting along. But I must apologize for not mentioning the Integra Arms arrangement sooner. I assumed that someone else had done so while describing Twisted."

"In my personal experience ships are a dime a dozen, that is unless they are yours. At least that is what I kept being told." Urus replys. He turns the Rubber duck around as to not be looking at him. He drops his towel back to Ren, leaving him stark naked save for his own fur, which is short enough to actually not help that much in disguising the form. Taking his pants from the table he talks to ren as he puts them on, obviously not caring about who saw him. "No, my neighbors have been just peachy. " he continues. "I must have missed part of travel brochure about free apartment. Might go check it out."

Serenity'blinks' at Urus as he drops the towel. Ren also quickly turns to face the opposite direction, though not so quickly as to completely avoid looking. "Hhh... yes. I can accompany you if you like," Ren remarks. "Leena and Debbie can help you to choose a home plan and furnishings that are to your taste." Ren adds, "By the way, Sunset and Rayne are in fact now working on an organization capable of producing just such a travel brochure. I hope to be able to assist myself when the project is farther along. Among other things, the welcome office should be able to teach newcomers about such things as the free housing... and the fact that many residents have a taboo about adults exposing their genitals around those other than lovers."

Urus finished the task at hand and zips up his pants. Apparently he goes commando in multiple ways. "Sounds great, I think I can find my way across a street by myself." He jokes. He turns Ivan back around as to look at Serenity as Urus sits un an empty chair checking over the rest of his stuff. " The pamphlet would be very useful, especially when dealing with Kotal. Tell him to give a pamphlet and walk away. He seems to have a ... confrontational way of greeting new people." He sorts a few things, med kit to this corner of the table, ammunition goes over here... "My back was to you do not freak out. It is not like I am personally enticing you or anything... am I?" he wonders.

"Indeed, I'm sure that you can decide for yourself what would make for a comfortable apartment now that you have seen what Twisted has available," Ren agrees. As he begins sorting through his possessions, Ren ventures to turn back around. Ren shifts to a seated height to match Urus. "It's also true that Kotal is not likely to be a counselor for the new organization- or at least not one for most sorts of people. Everyone has different skills." Ren then addresses the latter remark from Urus. "No, not personally," Ren allows. "And I have my Johann, in any case. Now, I notice that Morgana, for instance, doesn't seem to have a nudity taboo, while I do have one." Ren motions a fin edge inward to the oval garment with a primary-color confetti pattern. "When people are aware that cultures can different from each other in many ways, they can be more understanding toward each other."

"I understand that. There are certain things in each culture that are right and wrong, believe me. I understand."Urus doesn't just wear pants to carry things around. He understands why clothing is important. He was human once. He starts to stow everything away, the small pile on the table disappearing into several separate pockets. "Johann... I have heard the name but never met the... man, right? I can appreciate a man of medical science. Needless to say a few have saved my skin a few times." Leaning back in his chair he tips back putting his paws up on the table. "Do you have an apartment or do you use TASK?" he asks inquisitively.

Serenity nods at his acknowledgment. Ren remains by the table to watch Urus put away his things, rhinophores perked forward and staying in one spot with just a slight ripple of the fin edges. "Yes, he is a human man. I appreciate his caring personality in addition to his medical science. But I do hope that your skin will already be staying intact on its own." With Urus' latter question, Ren looks up and replies, "I have been using the Integra Arms apartment. I suppose that TASK could arrange for something suitable, but I like having work and home separate in this way. I've also become accustomed to what I have."

It is quite obvious to Urus that Ren does not understand certain figures of speech, then again she is not alone in this. "Work and home being separate is a commodity I was ill able to afford before I came here. Since then I have grown to appreciate most everything I have seen. " he reflects. It is good to him that she uses the apartments too. Always better if when someone suggests something that they too have knowledge from experience. With a small grunt he gets up from his chair and pushes it in. Thinking to the possibility of an actual building instead of sleeping in the branches of the tree near the 24/7 he says "I think I will go right now. See what is available; be nice to move away from Mr. and Mrs. Squirrel. "

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2016-02-02 (PostU) Under New Management

2016-02-04T16:03:25Z

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{{Logsummary|
Title = Under New Management
|Summary = A fishing trip turns into contract for Urus as Morgana enlists his expertice.
|Who = [[Urus]], [[Morgana]]
|Date = February 2nd, 2016
|Where = Zeku-Kari Beach.
|Log=

As the sun crests overhead, a mild warmth emanates from it. The sky seems cloudless and the water... well that doesn't seem to change that much. Urus is sitting on the pier, trying his hand at fishing, this being his first time. It's hard to fish in space, you don't catch much. The experience he was told was supposed to be relaxing. If by relaxing they meant mind numbingly boring because you have not received a bite in the two hours you have been working at it... they nailed it. As he waits he mindlessly raps his claws against the wooden dock. He has tried just about every avenue of work possible, but the people here just seem to take care of themselves... or TASK takes care of it. You would think that Twisted would have some minds that are well, twisted. That does not seem to be the case for the majority stake of the population.

The siren awoke down in her lair to the ever so soft vibrations that barely echo through waters. Uncurling herself she runs a lazy hand down along her belly and makes an appraising face. The strumming continues and though its light she decides to go explore what ever it is that is making the odd vibrations. Silent as the tomb the siren swims up from the depths, into the kelp forest then into the bay proper. Her dark form slithers through the water with out stirring a ripple until she is just below the pier. Seeing the fishing line in the water a smirk curls her lips and she gives it a little tug.
Urus is about to give up on the whole Idea until the line starts moving. "There we go!" he exclaims as he attempts to reel in his supposed catch. Using both hands for the rod now he peers into the water to try to see if he spots his catch. His proximity to the shore means the water is not quite still out here and he is unsure what he has... if he has anything at all.

As Urus starts to reel in the line the siren twines it about her hand and plays and tugs the line mischievously. Never before has she chosen to tease one of the landed this way but, she is in a pleasant sort of mood and well look how much fun he seems to be having.
Urus struggles for a few moments with the line, quickly getting fed up with whatever sea creature happens to be on the end. "Is that the way you want to play it? FINE!" He stands up taking a solid stance and yanks on the rod in an attempt to muscle his catch out of the water; unbeknownst to him his catch is no ordinary fish.

When the hyena rises and begins to really fight the siren pulls the line way down, making the rod bow nearly double, then simply releases the line and the rod jerks right up and of course the poor hyena is stuck pulling up on something with no resistance.

Urus strains against the pull of the line and puts his muscle into it... which is a bad thing when Morgana lets go. The pole snaps back quickly right into his snout. He lets go of the pole with one hand to hold on to his nose as he inhales deeply through it. The hook of the fishing pole now lays lazily on the dock beside him. He bares his teeth as he looks down to see what smug creature happens to be down there playing tricks on him. As for fishing being calming... it's not.

As the line flings up out of the water the siren rises to the surface and a soft musical laugh spills out over the water. Shadowed light dances between the pier boards and finds the dark hair and pale pearly flesh of the siren. Morgana had never really been on for pranks but she has been learning something of humor from her mate and well she is just in such a fine mood that she was feeling playful. When Urus looks over the edge of the pier she offers a wave of her hand "greetings to you warrior who sings"

"Oh... It's you." Urus remarks still peeved at the fact that he got tricked into smacking himself in the face with a fishing rod. "I am sorry, did I disturb your water too much?" he asks sarcastically. He kneels down to get closer to the water hoping that her jokes have come to an end for now. As for that singing thing, he did it one time, when is she going to drop this. Then again it's not like there is much of a reputation to ruin at this point.

Morgana smiles beguilingly up at the hyena. "it was not to much, no. I hope I did you no harm. I was..playing. It is a pleasure to see you again here. I think I would like to talk with you about something, delicate. Would you allow such? I would come to land to speak if you wish."

Urus sighs at Morgana's playing. The fact that she calls it a pleasure to have him in her presence is a new one for twisted. He raises an eyebrow for a second confused at the private matter at hand. "Yes. We can talk. As for you coming ashore, that would be appreciated. "He takes his pole and checks to make sure he is not missing anything before walking down the pier to get to the shoreline. He is, in fact, intrigued at the position he finds himself in. What personal matters could a Siren need him?

Ducking back into the water the siren heads for shore. Its just a few moments until she is rising from the water on two sleek legs. Tossing her long dark hair she does a little mermaid magic and goes from dripping wet to dry in an instant. The afternoon sun glows on her bare pearly skin. Her head tilts and her dark eyes follow the hyena as he makes his way to the shore.

Urus puts down the fishing gear on the beach and walks toward the Siren. He attempts to be professional about it and tries desperately to look her in the face the entire walk. "So, What seems to be the problem?" he asks. She has his undivided attention, if it were not for the conversation it would be for other things.

Morgana is not intentionally trying to be distracting with her nudity, she simply is. She gestures to the sand "do you wish to sit?" She settles herself down and folds her legs beneath herself. "When I went to see Kotal, I noticed you had been marked by him but, you did not...belong ..to...him. You do not seem to be pleased with him for many of the same reasons I myself am not."

"I will stand thanks." Urus declines. He stands there plainfaced, that is until she brings ownership in. "Yes, I am marked, I have tried many ways of getting rid of it but it seems to be lost cause. So yes. I have quite a few problems with him, why do you bring this up?" He relaxes himself again and shifts his weight as he wonders what Morgana is up to.

Those dark eyes raise and she takes in the hyena as he stays standing above her. She does not look concerned though that she is in a lower physical position then he is. She simply sits almost regally there. "Several times you have fought beside my Chosen and myself. You are a warrior of good skill and you do not belong to Kotal and his TASK. I believe that I may soon be of need of a landed one who walks among those others and can bring me word of what transpires. I will also need another trusted warrior to offer aid should I become to...ungainly on land to protect myself. Muradin can not always be at my side."

Urus Nods as he listens. There is a smile as she compliments him on his combat. "So, you want me to find information to bring back to you? That is simple." He doesn't have anything right now but now that he happens to be the eyes and ears for a siren makes that a higher priority. As for her other request he takes a second to think about what she just said. "Bodyguard duty? You seemed to take care of self when we last fought." Then a single thought comes to mind and that changes a few things. "So, you need protection for when you come up here. There are several different levels to my services... I can be just a pretty face, I can say a few words towards people..."

Morgana inclines her head I just wish to know what is happening on land, the...what is the term...dirt? Yes. The Dirt. I think you are one that could get such for me. As to being able to fight for myself, I am Superior in the water but on land I am limited and, I believe it will not be long before I am even more limited, if I am with offspring I believe my ability to fight may be hampered. As to what I wish of you..a moment if you will She rises and moves to the water and soon disappears into the water. Not more then 10 mins pass and she rises again from the water with a oiled leather bag in hand. She walks to Urus and hands him the bag. If the hyena opens it he will find a heavy gold chain, and more then a hand full of faceted assorted gem stones and many large pearls.

Morgana inclines her head "I just wish to know what is happening on land, the...what is the term...dirt? Yes. The Dirt. I think you are one that could get such for me. As to being able to fight for myself, I am Superior in the water but on land I am limited and, I believe it will not be long before I am even more limited, if I am with offspring I believe my ability to fight may be hampered. As to what I wish of you..a moment if you will" She rises and moves to the water and soon disappears into the water. Not more then 10 mins pass and she rises again from the water with a oiled leather bag in hand. She walks to Urus and hands him the bag. If the hyena opens it he will find a heavy gold chain, and more then a hand full of faceted assorted gem stones and many large pearls.

Urus is quite pleased with his catch right now... not bad for first time fishing. Getting information about twisted's latest... he has small friends in high places. As she explains he looks more and more perplexed until she says offspring. His thought had come to life, despite this thought it still shocks him slightly. It isn't until she goes in the water again that he comes back to being able to speak. He waits, unsure if the conversation is done or not, then she returns. He carefully takes the bag and opens it slowly. His eyes go wide and mouth falls agape slightly. He shakes his head a little bit to clear it. He closes the bag quickly and says "Up front, Extra, and pleasant...I guess the gods do not hate me after all. wait." He pockets the bag and pulls out a small booklet from the same pocket. He licks and index finger and flips through a few blank pages before closing it and says "yeah, I think I have this next week open." Then under his breath "and all subsequent weeks."

The siren had not bothered making with the mermaid magic this time and so water drips from her dark hair and spills in rivulets down over her pearlescent skin. Those nearly black eyes raise to the hyena and she watches him inscrutably. Its rather clear from her blank expression that she doesn't get the joke. After a moment she takes a rather long breath and the inner membrane of her third eyelid blinks over her eyes briefly. "There are those who would say I am unaware of what happens around me, that I am unknowing and not subtle and yet those do not know me well at all. I watch, I know. I have been granted some measure of peace here in Twisted, I have been allowed to love again and become more then I was. I believe this is why we have been brought to this place. Perhaps you have been brought as well to be more then what you were. I know you work for profit and I will not hold such back from you for it means little to me other then it is shiny and I like to watch the light dance upon it. My hope though, warrior is that like the song you sing, you might become one with my family, the land is your place but so too is it the place of my Chosen and his gnome cousin, and yet they belong. If you so chose, I believe you too could, belong."

Urus Is slightly phased by her inaction at first. The Siren's lack of sarcasm comprehension definitely makes for miniature problems. We can smooth that out later. Then again she also brings up the points of finding a new self which confuses him quite a bit. Of all the people to give these philosophical questions, Morgana was the last person he expected to do it. It is all too clear he is trying to wrap his brain around what she is saying. "Ummm... Yes. Sure. I am...Honored?" Her, family? The sheer fact that someone could move beyond their place of origin and beyond the absolute madness and danger involved with daily life here, to start the semblance of a family, is beyond him Right now. At this point he is just glad he has found something to do after being unofficially laid off.

As she watches Urus stumble around his own mental difficulties the siren lets her head fall back and she laughs. The sound is like warm living fur brushing over ones skin and it wraps around the area as if seeking a place to nestle. What is it the siren finds humorous, its hard to say but clearly her lighter mood has not left her. "You will think on theses things, warrior. For now, we will be content that you are under my...what is the word the landed use...employee? You will be the one that goes between, the one that aids me in understanding the landed better and my right hand when I am to great with offspring to protect myself adequately." This is not a question, it is stated as simple fact, as something that will be.

Urus can definitely agree with her new statement however. Employee, that's a concept he readily accepts. "Right, That is what we have agreed. " there only seems to be one problem, but that is his to figure out. If he is supposed to run bodyguard against possible demigods and powerful beings in general, he is going to need some heavier firepower. All of a sudden an Idea comes to mind. "Say, Next time you see the small crazy woman with her cat, tell her I need to talk to her." If the gnomes can build massive mechanical cats, a decent sized weapon should be a walk in the park for them. "I will need some time to prepare; I did not think I was going to have this conversation today. However this tasks is something I can easily do for you." He says partially lying. Again Twisted is filled with things much more powerful than him, but never underestimate the cunning of a hyena.

Morgana's hand drifts down to brush over her lower belly and her eyes follow. A small smile curves her lips "You have some time to prepare but I do not know how much. I am nearly a thousand years old and I do not recall the length of time it takes to make offspring for my people." She comes back to the here and now though and lifts her eyes again to the hyena "I will speak to Doommuffin and ask her to meet with you for this discussion. Also, My Chosen is working on armors, if you have need, you should speak with him as well. I will leave you to your thoughts and preparations. I ask of you this though, you will come to the waters edge for one hour at sunrise, noon, and sunset. So that if I have need of you I can easily find you. We have yet to find a way to make communications with the land from my grotto." Again she is straight forward and simple in her expectations of the hyena.

Urus Thinks on her request for a second. "Yes, This I can do." She expects less from him than most of his previous employers, this is looking to be something he can easily grab on to with both hands and work with it. "I will need a day at most. Minor things that need to be seen to, otherwise I will be here for you." He says giving himself ample time to round up some ammunition, a deck chair, and maybe a book or two. Yes he is not taking it too seriously, at least while she is going to be underwater. When she comes up it is going to be all business, until then though. He can be on the clock and not need to do much. Save turning away the occasional person.

The siren nods her head regally, something that is becoming an odd habit for her then turns and moves toward the water with out a further word. The sea seems to rise up to meet her and welcome her home. Soon she is gone, not even a ripple to show she was there, even her footprints in the sand washed away by a wave.
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The Trio

2016-01-20T22:09:09Z

Wolfmaster97:

{{2014Profile|
|Image=Missingx3.png
|Name= Jackson, Rex, and Buster
|Series=Original
|Threat=Civilian
|Class=Guard dog/Pet
|Alignment=depends on which one you talk to
|Gender=Male
|Species=Cerberus
|Age=Adolescent
|Birthdate= December 17th 1235
|Height= 4' at the shoulder
|Weight= 320lbs
|Short=4'tall cerberus with different personalities.
|Desc=The trio are indeed a Cerberus. Instead of being full grown however, they are more like an Exceptionally large dog. They stand 4 foot tall at the shoulder. the body seems bulky and powerful and seems a kin to that of a Rottweiler. The chest and shoulders are wider than would be normal to support the three heads. Black fur covers the entire beast all the way from head tothe tip of their large tail that almost touches the ground as they walk. The three thick necks branch out from the chest, each adorned with a spiked collar and a nametag. Rex is the right most head with his kind sky blue eyes that break the monotony of the midnight black fur that covers his canine features. he seems to be the emotional one of the three. His biggest goal in life is to become someone's pet and be loved. Jackson in the middle is the smart one of the group having taken the master's teachings seriously. his light brown eyes and floppy ears being theprominent defining features to tell him apart from Rex and his third brother Buster. All Jackson wants is to learn new and interesting things. Buster is very much the bruiser, his red eyes and Rottweiler like markings make his visage look extra menacing. He wants to do the job he was created for, being a guard dog and looking after something special.
|Skills='''Speed:''' Being a 4 foot tall dog, they are able to chase down most anything the only problem being that for such a large dog. keeping such mass going is a tiring affair and so their endurance suffers as such.

'''Enhanced Senses:''' A dog's sense of smell and hearing are better than that of a human allowing for the tracking of scents and the hearing of noises that human's can't for example a dog whistle still works on a magic dog. As a Cerberus however they have the ability to smell magic from items and people as magic has a specific scent, whether the magic is good or bad however is unable to be discerned. the more powerful the magic the stronger the scent.

'''Sorcerer's Apprentice:''' just living with a powerful magician can help you learn a little about magic. Jackson knows a few spells, however these spells have a tendency to backfire or miss their intended marks as much as they work.

'''Teleportation:''' how they ended up in twisted and how a dog is able to interact with objects without biting it considering a lack of thumbs. there is a limit to how big the item to teleport is though however, as well as the fact that sometimes either the wrong object gets teleported or the item is teleported to the wrong place.

'''Charm person:''' This is a spell that works on a single person that manifests itself in making them irresistibly cute. The spell however does not work on people that already know him and those who are absolutely heartless.(a.k.a. those who have no capacity for sympathy for anything but themselves. Additionally, like most charm spells, the victim gets to try and resist it through sheer force of will.)
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==Background==
The Three brothers are a part of a created Cerberus race. These Creatures are in all intents and purposes Large three headed dogs with human like intelligence. When fully grown they can reach over 20 feet at the shoulder. A Cerberus can only be summoned/created by either powerful magic users or gods. A Cerberus has three heads and therefore three minds. each one develops independently of the others and has the capacity to have its own personality. Each head cannot read the others' minds. Each head has full control of the body. In cases of confusion or conflict between the heads where each attempts control the body shuts out new input and stays still until conflicting orders are resolved. each however also has the ability to relinquish control to the others, allowing one to do the work. This also works if one or two of the heads become unconscious. The remaining head is able to get the "group" out of the situation at hand. The Cerberus as a creature was created for the sole purpose of guarding valuable items. Certain, more boisterous magicians create one for the sole purpose of having a unique pet. There is one fatal flaw with the Cerberus however. Any music can put all three heads to sleep, no matter the situation at hand.

A Powerful mage in the old days where knights and castles were common, had a magical item that he believed needed guarding and deiced to create a Cerberus. A Cerberus that in fact, arethe three brothers in question. What he did not account for is that as a created species, one cannot simply create a fully grown Cerberus. What he ended up with was a Cerberus puppy. A Cerberus puppy, like a human baby is no where near the full size, nor at full mental capacity. Your average Cerberus starts at 1-2 pounds much like a new born St. Bernard. The other thing is brand new Cerberus puppies like any other newborn animal, are too cute for their own good. Disappointed in his results for a guard dog he thinks to erase his mistake and get rid of the tiny pup. Thankfully cute works on a majority of people. The mage could not bring himself to be rid of them and so decided to keep them hoping to use them for their intended purpose when they grow up.

Through their puppyhood however they became more than simple house pets, they became family. They learned about the world around them but were told to never leave home because the world outside was dangerous. They learned their master's language and became conversational companions. as they grew however they like most children break rules, and on several occasions while the master was out, they would sneak out themselves. the world out side was nowhere near as dangerous as the master had made it sound. Jackson, the brains of the three, began to focus more intently when their master was doing magic, becoming more and more interested. the other two however could have cared less. One day when the master was out again, Jackson had the idea to use a teleportation spell to get them into the cabinet where all the food is kept. who knew that hand gestures were so important in spell casting?

As expected, the spell went array and the trio ended up somewhere else entirely. A very twisted place.

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2015-12-19 (PostU) Parties Ponies and Puppies

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{{Logsummary|
Title = Parties and Ponies and Puppies. Oh My
|Summary = When Urus has a holiday party, there are two new additions to the Twisted family. or is it four?
|Who = [[Minu]], [[Kotal_Kahn]], [[Urus]], [[Twilight]], [[Rayne]],[[Sunset]], [[The_Trio]]
|Date = December 19th 2015
|Where = [[The Usual Restaurant]]
|Log=
It is Christmas time in twisted... and Hanukah, and Kwanza, and Baldenthur... but that is what happens when you have an entire realm with creatures from all different planes of existence and all walks of life. A brisk breeze blows outside the Usual restaurant as Urus prepares for the evening's festivities... pacing back and forth checking over his entire mental list of things that need to be done before people arrive. He talks to himself to make sure he has everything. "Dcor, check. Bar paid off for night? check. Gifts? Check." Pointing to each as he goes. The place seems to be well decorated with a tree in the back corner as well as lights around the crown molding of the building. Each table is loaded with all different kinds of food. He had Minu help him with some of the other holiday feast goodies... speaking of which.He pulls up his personal communicator with Minu and asks "Where are you? You are big organizer here, I have feeling am missing something!" he says sounding exasperated. He has TASK and DMC staff coming as well as probably anyone else looking for company with absolutely nothing else to do tonight.

Following the injury she sustained during her first training session with Rayne, Twilight Sparkle is walking into the Usual Restaurant, with the slight bump of her bandages visible beneath her now-clean blouse. She's wearing a woolen sweater and a windbreaker atop her usual clothes, and has traded her skirt for more weather-appropriate pants.

The little elf hustles into the restaurant, her hair down and loose around her shoulders but a little garland of green leaves and red berries sits like a little crown on her head and her dress has been decorated with leaves and berries as well. "I am here Urus, don't worry." She carries her usual note book and pencil with her and as she moves through the restaurant she lifts a hand and waves at a fellow working to finish hanging lights "Hey Ralph, Merry Tharsnarf! And Happy Xamtot to you Sam." The little elf greeting folks and offering them pleasentries as she makes her way over to the hyena man.

And another arrival has... arrived... Who is this woman? Teenager? She looks like a teenager, really, and she looks like she might be a bit cold in that low-cut dress. With hair so white you're pretty sure it's dyed, she bounds into the UR from outside. "I am so totally ready to cut loose tonight!" she says enthusiastically. That voice is the first real hint that this is actually Rayne. She smiles broadly as she strides into the Usual, looking around at the decoration.

EARLIER THAT DAY

TASK FORCE BUILDING

Kotal Kahn is sitting idly in his office for once. Its quite as it usually is around here, when there aren't demonic zombies from another dimension trying to eat people, but that's alright for the mighty god of war who would be otherwise impatient at the lack of action around here. The mage Dorian's convergance provided enough entertainment for him to unwind, and really, he's just happy to be out of that hole where Freakazoid put him in. So, yes, Kotal is typing away some reports whilst he sits on his throne made of skulls, happy as an Aztec warlord can be. "Oh look." He says to himself as he checks the calendar. "Tonight will be Urus' grand party. This ought to be interesting." He resumes his work and continues to type momentarily, until he freezes up, golden eyes widening. "Wait a minute. We're having a party??" You see, after living in Twisted for so long, Kotal Kahn has come to associate a 'Party' with 'Tempting Fate'. By now, he's 100 percent sure that having any sort of celebration will involve incurring the wrath of some insurmountably powerful dimension traveling foe.

RIGHT NOW

USUAL RESTAURANT

Shortly after the last of the attendees arrives, the door to the UR bursts right open and in come an assortment of people. It's Kotal Kahn and his henchemen and they too are dressed for the occasion! Though not in the way that one might think.. or rather, it is what they would be wearing to a party considering this is Kotal and his minions we're talking about.

"Secure the perimeter!" Kotal orders as he comes decked out in full plate armor. Steel covering every inch of his body and a full Eagle helmet that covers all his face, leaving only his glowing eyes to peer through the visor of his helmet. "I do not another fiasco like the one at All Hallows Eve. Make certain that any intergalactic soul possessing demon thinks twice before they even consider entering our realm uninvited!" Kotal waves his macauhuitl and instructs his minions to take defensive positions around the UR. Ferra and Torr though half heatedly follow instructs before diving straight for the food, Kotal sort of ignores this and keeps a watchful eye for any foes that might break through their veil of reality and interrupt their event. He has yet to notice any changes with Twilight and Rayne's appearance. TL;DR Kotal is being a giant stick in the mud as usual.

Urus is glad for Minu's arrival "Ok, so we have bar open, taken care of that. Every food you have on list is on at least one of tables." He tells her and there are platters on each and every table, cannot walk 5 feet without looking at one piece of food or another. Urus has planned for a busy night. "The decorations are set, you are here, and gifts are over there ready for their new owners. " he awaits any suggestion from minu. He is not looking for perfect... but he is looking for competent. Then a purple girl walks in. at this he whispers to the elf "Guests are already arriving, need to do my part, do you have rest?"... and no, he is not going there... he knows better than to ask about the correlation between elves and Christmas. It will be a painful experience followed by an hour long seminar... not going there.

He walks up to Twilight, unknowing of the fact that they have already met. "Hello, name is Urus. Welcome to the party!" he says holding out his hand to shake. Rayne is curious for a second, her rainbow hair hidden now but the voice makes it quite obvious as well as... nothing else has really changed much. "Hey Rayne, bar and food are free, feel free to... mingle I think the word is." As for the rude blue man, it is time to give him a piece of his mind. Unflinching he walks up to kotal, happily at first. "Hey! Did not think you would make it. Great to have you." Then the tone turns serious, even a bit reprehensive."We have a few rules here. First of which... the weapons are left at the door." He says pointing at a partialy filled umbrella stand. His gun is on it along with a few other assorted weapons from other partygoers. "As for your toy soldiers... give them the night off or let them come in and join... I swear to you tonight is going to be festivities only, no ghosts, spirits, undead or other whatnot tonight. I even got you something."

Minu looks around and ticks off her own mental list. Food, drinks, gifts...check check check. Yes Yes, I have it. You go make nice with the people Mr. Host. She makes her way over to talk to the bar tender and makes a request and is soon handed a steaming mug, smells like peppermint and chocolate. She takes her drink and wanders over and speaks to Sam who was helping set the decorations. He nods and points and then leads the elf over and shows her how to adjust the volume on the music which soon fills the room with merry notes. Minu smiles and takes her mug and her note book and checks on the food tables. Yep, every thing is just right. When Minu spies the purple girl she tilts her head and frowns, making her way over. "Good evening. I don't think we have met. My name is Minu. Welcome to the party. You are??"

Twilight Sparkle casually lifts one lavender hand in greeting to Kotal, before turning and blinking at Minu. She smiles amiably, though. "It's me, Twilight."

Rayne winces at how Kotal and his krew are treating this as a military operation instead of a party. "Oh for... Can't you just relax and have fun for ONCE? The stars know I am, I need this friggin' night off." She pouts, lending a look more suited to the age she appears to be than the one she more typically acts. She then blinks as Urus mentions presents. "Oh, crap! I knew I forgot something!" Well, now her face nearly matches her new hair color. "I focussed too much on my own look I forgot that part." Her face gets a fallen look at this, but she changes this to a weak smile as she walks over to Twilight. "Ehhh, how are you doing? Everything healing up well? Again, I'm so so so sorry about that."

Even with a fancy new helmet covering all of his face, Urus will know that behind that thick metal mask lies the smug face of Kotal Kahn. The war god lowers his gaze to look that hyena, boiling eyes glowing from behind that steel visor making it look like if Urus was staring straight into an oven. "Do not pretend to order me around, boy." Glowers the Aztec before raising the visor of his helmet. "Those demons that prowl the night do not take days off, and thus neither do I! We are the peace here and it is my duty to ensure that everything stays safe, even if I must work over time." He rests the top of his macuahuitl on the ground and leans on the handle. "I'm not surrendering my weapons, don't be foolish, I'm the police here. But by all means you all go and enjoy your evening." Kotal catches sight of Rayne and seems to recognize her despite her new attire and strangely more petulant personality. "Calm down, it isn't as if I am the one instigating fights for my own amusement, at least not since last time." In his defense, everyone enjoyed that one time he made that orc and gnome fight here. As for his supposed 'toy soldiers', they seem quite happy doing Kotal's bidding. Particularly because if one is paying attention they aren't actually standing guard at all and instead are pretty much mingling, Ferra/Torr are the ones who are the more blatant about it as the duo begin to devour as much food as they can stuff their mouths with. "Really? You got me something?" Ask Kotal sounding a bit incredulous. "Is it a time bomb? Because I've had enough of those after the Joker incident."

Its here that he finally notices the purple skinned girl, though it doesn't look like he has yet realized she's Twilight in a human guise.

This city was ... strange. Its structure was erratic, and it didn't take much to notice that not everyone in the crowds on the streets were human. Sunset Shimmer wasn't exactly a stranger to winding up in one dimension from another, but it didn't take that to realize she wasn't near Canterlot High anymore. With no real idea how she got here or where to go, wandering around the city was just confusing her more.

But hey, she found what appears to be a restaurant of some sort. Maybe getting something to eat will help clear her head and figure out what was going on. With one last glance along the street she backed to the door and pushed it open. Though anyone inside might just think it's another teenager walking in, and Sunset was trying to avoid drawing too much attention to herself until she can get a better grip on just what -is- going on...

Though realizing there's some kind of party going on here she backs to the door a bit and looks around, as if expecting a certain puffy pink haired girl to pop out of nowhere suddenly... And looks a bit more disappointed when that's not the case.

Urus Rubs his forehead at Kotal's utter disregard for his perfectly reasonable requests. "Very well, but I do not want to see a single DROP of unnecessary blood tonight. You hear?" and turns to the counter and pulls out a small plastic shovel with a bow on it. "This is for next time you find yourself in hole." He pauses for a second to soak in Kotal's reaction before Cackling and putting it away. "HA, I am pulling leg!" he says jovially before taking out the real present, a small box with a similar bow on it and hands it over. Inside is a golden Aztec necklace. Urus has saved this for a few weeks since one of his dives. It pays to have friends in the ocean community when one or two Spanish galleons decorate the ocean floor. He walks away to join the crowd before he even gets Kotal's reaction. He stands on a vacant area of the bar to address the congregation at the party. "Hello everyone! I am glad you could make it to party. I would like to say thank you to everybody who has come. The drinks and food are on the house tonight. If you have not done so already, check your weapons at the door..." as he says that he stares at one of the patrons who reluctantly walks over to the umbrella stand and lays a small knife on it. He nods before continuing." I would like to say Merry Christmas, Happy Kwanza as well as others that I do not have a list..." as he says that Minu hands him a little slip of paper. He looks down and takes it "what is this?." as he unfolds the piece of paper about 5 times almost looking like Santa's nice list. He studies it for a second before looking back down at her and folding it back up and handing it back to her. "You would." Again to the party "Well If we were to continue we would be here till new years, so to make it simple." He bows "Happy holidays" he jumps off to meet with Rayne and twilight and catch up on why exactly a unicorn is now suddenly a person. Curiosity not surprise though. You get used to weird stuff like this around week 5.

Minu's eyes brighten as she realizes the purple girl is actually Twilight. "Ohhh goodness, you changed form. Well its lovely on you. So glad you could make it." She turns and looks at Rayne and grins widely "wow..Rayne, you totally got into the spirit. You look splendid." She pauses in her chatter as Urus takes his place and talks to the assembled. When he starts going into the proper holiday greetings for those present she does hurry to his side and offer him the list she had already made for the folks who she expected to be here and their winter holidays celebrated in their home realm. When Urus comments on the list she had handed him, she sticks out her tongue in a sassy manner then moves off to go make her own greetings to those she hadn't yet. She passes a few of the new Krew and greets them then spies the girl by the door with red and yellow hair. She doesn't look familiar but this is a party for everyone so the little elf makes her way to the girl and smiles "Good Evening. Welcome to the party. My name is Minu. I don't think we have met before."
In rather short order, as Minu goes over to greet the new arrival in the Usual Restaurant... Twilight Sparkle is quickly able to recognize that crimson-yellow hairstyle, and she's, as such, quite surprised. "...Sunset Shimmer? The last I recall, you were still at Canterlot High... What happened, and how'd it bring you here...?"

"Eheheh... Thanks. I'm trying, anyway. I'm thinking maybe letting some spirits get into me, if you catch my drift." Rayne really is trying to cut loose tonight. The last time anyone saw her drink was the night Minu converged. As the two move on to the new arrival, she frowns for a breif moment, but then shrugs. She, too, follows along rather than moving on to the bar. As Twilight mentions the name, Rayne tilts her head, certain she's heard Twilight mention that name before, but unable to place exactly who it is. "Hi?" She looks from Sunset to Twilight, then back again. "Uh, been in Twisted long?"

"Of course!" Kotal says sounding quite solemn, even placing his hand open his armor covered chest. "I promise that only the necessary amount of blood will be spilled tonight." Wellp, do not ever try to argue with an Aztec about not spilling blood. Urus seems to be in his usual mischievous mood though and throws the joke right back at Kotal when he presents him a shovel. Needless to say, Kotal is less than amused. Before the deity can do anything though, like say, hit Urus in the head with said shovel, it turns out that it was indeed just a jest and Kotal is presented with a different gift. "Aaah.. a worthy offering." Its difficult to express gratitude when you're a god. Any sort of present is viewed less as a courtesy and more like a tribute. However, despite still sounding as arrogant as ever, its clear that Kotal is very pleased. "I am impressed Urus, you have grown much since we've first met." He watches Urus take center stage whilst he is assisted by Minu and Kotal takes a deep breath, thinking that he perhaps should relax after all. He takes off his helmet and its a good thing that Deis isn't here too, otherwise she'd surely start gushing about his hair.

"Wait, that is Twilight?" Kotal finally seems to get just who the purple skinned girl is, and his golden glowing eyes blink. "I am surprised that I am surprised." He concludes. Oh, and it looks like this new arrival knows Twilight somehow. Well, all these surprises beats getting ambushed by a bunch of fog demons, Kotal will take this change of pace as he starts munching on some snacks.

Meanwhile! Ferra and Torr are seemingly the only ones of Kotal's krew that really feel like unwinding at all. "Torr says dog man do good!" The tiny Ferra walks over to Urus to give him a present. "Dog man is good boy!" She exclaims as she hands over what looks like a chewing squeaky toy, the kinds dog would play with.

Sunset Shimmer frowns as she sees the people enjoying their celebration and it reminds her of how out of place she is without her friends. She's about to just quietly back out the door again and find someplace else when the girl no taller than Snips and Snails approachs her. "Uh, I'm sorry." She runs a hand back through her hair nervously. "I didn't mean to interrupt.. I mean, I didn't know there was something to interrupt eve -- eh?" She turns her head sharply at the familiar voice from the masse of partiers. "Twilight? You're here to--" Then stops a moment. A lot of people can't tell the difference it seems, but she's been around both to notice the little nuances, which is why she abruptly corrects herself, "-Princess- Twilight?!"

She doesn't ignore the others but it's sort of backgrounded for a moment as she focuses on the person she actually reconizes. "I wish I knew!.. Uh, you're a human in this world too?"

Urus is enjoying himself. Kotal will be what Kotal will be. He has stopped bothering trying to defy him in any way... like hitting your head on a brick wall, the wall is not going to move. He walks over to the bunch and stands around, watching. Until the fact they know each other is so apparent it nearly hits him. "So if you two know each other... and Kotal has some of his buddies... does that mean that something from my realm could be coming here too?" it's a long shot and unlikely at the best. But it's quite interesting that there has been another convergence without his knowing. Usually news like that gets around pretty quickly. As for Kotals two friends. "I am not a dog. I am Hyena. BIG difference. But umm thanks..." he says taking the toy anyhow. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth. Maybe he can distract one of Christabel's undead dogs with it.

During the festivities a small bolt of lightning shoots out of the floor to the ceiling the arcing electricity current turns from one into 2 into 4 each bending slightly to focus on one specific area. The quiet crackle of the electricity can be heard. Soon there is a quiet flash of light. As the sparks have disappeared and standing there is a unusually large dog... with 3 heads. They all look around to soak in their new surroundings. Buster folds his ears back and growls preparing himself for the uncertainty. Jackson however has his head up proudly recognizing that they just interrupted a Christmas party... somewhere. As for Rex, unlike Buster who stands guard Rex has his head down his ears back as well but instead of growling there is a whimper from him. This is DEFINITELY not where they wanted to be.

As Twilight and Sunset get reacquainted, the little elf wanders over toward Kotal. When she catches the sight of Ferra and Tor offering Urus a toy, out the corner of her eye, she smiles. It might not be what he would want but the idea is very sweet. The little elf is just about to speak to Kotal when that first bolt of lighting hits just inches from her skirt hem. Leaping back she makes a little surprised squack sound and blinks as more lighting branches out and arches then dies. When her eyes adjust they go wide behind her golden glasses. The little elf lets loose a squeal of pure youthful feminine glee. "By the Scribe! A Cerberus Arcanus! OHHHHH Kotal! You summoned us a puppy!!" With out a second thought or even an inkling it might be a bad idea the little elf dashes forward and throws her small arms around Rex's neck. She hugs the great beast then instantly starts rubbing the dogs ears. "ohhhhh look at you, what a handsome puppy!!"
"Yes, though I don't get how I became human without passing through anything... As far as I can tell, it's got to do with the unusual magic here in Twisted. But, anyways..." Twilight Sparkle is smiling cheerily, up until the lightning bolt and brief flash catch her attention and prompt the humanized pegacorn to look in the direction of the three-headed canine. "How are the others back at Canterlot High? Nothing bad is happening, I hope, without either of us there... ...and I'm really hoping Tirek isn't running loose back home again, without Cerberus there to guard him."

Rayne frowns slightly again, then shrugs and backs away from the meeting of two old friends, feeling a bit of a third wheel. She then turns and nearly steps into the sparking electricity. "What the hell?!" she shouts as she jumps backwards again. She shields her eyes with an arm as the sparking intensifies, then lowers it again as the electricity dies down again. "Huh," she says, seeing the large, three headed dog, and then Minu's response to him. "I think I'm going to want that drink now." With that, she makes her way to the bar. She asks for a screwdriver... and Steve demands to see an ID. "Wha..." She looks down at her outfit. "I don't have that on... damnit..."

Well, someone better pick up that phone.

BECAUSE KOTAL TOTALLY KALLED IT!

Mighty Huitzilopotchli arises from his seat as soon as he senses electricity in the air, something about this energy telling him that it is magical in nature. No time to put his helmet back on either, he'll just have to face this danger as he is right now. "To me, warriors!!!" Kotal unleashes his macauhuitl and just as the Cerberus out from thin air, it'll find himself surrounded by Kotal and his henchemen. Stingers from Dvorah, revolvers from Erron, a giant mace from Torr, Ferra's claws, Ermac's glowing magic and Reptile's sword all surrounding the dog instantaneously. "I knew I couldn't let my guard down!"

But then, Minu is rushing in like a mad fool! "Minu! No!!" Kotal yells sounding surprisingly worried about his assistant trying to play the hero. However, she just starts petting him? Is this just a normal convergence? "Uh.." Kotal sounds uncharacteristically confused, particularly when Minu assumes that it was him who summoned it. "I.. what? Ermac did you summon this creature?" He asks of the soul golem who just shakes his head.

Not really waiting for a clear on the situation, Ferra and Torr follow Minu's lead and start petting the Cerberus too. Ferra even exclaiming "Puppy!!" As she pets Buster while Torr pets Jackson. Hey, three heads fro three people to pet, right? It's pretty convenient.

Sunset's expression flattens a little when Twilight says she doesn't know why she's a human. "Maybe it's connected to what got me here, since you normally do that coming to CHS." Then she folds one arm across her chest to rest the other elbow in that palm and bow her head against her fingers. "Great, I was just starting to get an inkling on magic in that world and I fell into -another- one with unpredictable magic..."

And of course that is -right- when lightning erupts in the resturaunt and leaves a cerberus in its wake. After everything else she's been through it's not much of a surprise that Sunset reflexively jumps back and assumes a ready position, even if she probably couldn't 'pony up' here if she wanted to. "I swear, I had nothing to do with that!" Sunset chuckles tensely at Twilight. "Oh, it had been fairly quiet, after the whole debacle with Crystal Prep and the Friendship Games."

Well so much for Urus promising Kotal nothing was going to happen. Oh well. Rule one of Twisted, expect the unexpected. Rule 2 nothing is always as it seems. Then he remembers the dog toy in his hand... what are the odds. He stays back and sits down looking on. Taking Minu's squeals of happiness he somehow still finds a way to pester Kotal. "AWWW. Would you look at that." He says to the crowd who has had the mind to step a few feet away from the convergence site. "Kotal has soft spot. He got little girl a puppy." At which point the crowd copies Urus with but with more sincerity. "AWWWWW!" Urus is now intrigued. This is what he meant by things do not converge without people knowing.

The overall reception is promising however as the consensus seems to be that they are less than dangerous, which ticks Buster off to no end. "Hey! Hands off!" he shouts at them "I don't go touching you do I?" then he turns left to Jackson and says "Just another grand situation you've put us in." Jackson, who was not going to say anything sighs as Buster blows their cover of being partially normal. The attention he is getting is appreciated however. "Alright. Yes well how was I supposed to know that hand gestures were so important in magic. Besides, it's probably nothing major." Meanwhile Rex who is getting hugged and rubbed seems to be having the time of his life. An overly contented smile says it all as the back right leg starts to tap the floor uncontrollably with a click each time as the claw connects with the floor. Jackson interjects to Minu "Do you mind miss but could you stop? It is highly embarrassing when you don't have control of your own body." To which Rex says quietly. "You don't have to stop."

Minu coo's in delighted affection as Rex responds so eagerly to her ear rubs. When Kotal denies summoning the puppy she frowns and looks back over her should. "you didn't summon him? But your the only god here tonight, and I don't think anyone else here is a high level mage. This is a Cerberus Arcanus. This is a very rare species, like unicorn rare..ok..we have a unicorn here in twisted but...still. Only a god or a great mage can summon one of these." She says matter of factly. Turning back to the puppy she looks into Rex's big blue eyes. " if no one summoned you puppy, that must mean your lost...aww poor baby. Kotal...I think he's lost. Can we keep him?? Look at him, he's so sweet and I will look after him."
Twilight Sparkle, upon hearing the tri-headed dog speaking, relaxes visibly and turns back to talking with Sunset, while giving Rayne an apologetic smile. "I got pulled in from Equestria myself, and honestly didn't change into my Canterlot High form until a few days ago, which makes your magic-induced arrival here a distinct possibility. As for this... Cerberus from back home didn't have the ability to talk like Spike did. So Tirek must still be locked up, which is a big relief... In any case, Sunset, I'm just glad to see a familiar face."

Rayne settles on a root beer for the moment and returns the fray! "Well, it looks like today's a bit... convergence-y." She walks over to stand vaguely near Kotal. "Well, these two seem... unthreatening at the moment. Might I suggest you let the world be calm tonight and get yourself a drink other than pulque for once?"

What is this? A sitcom being filmed in front of a live studio audience? Kotal gets a small scowl about him when he hears the crowd's endearing awws to Urus' assumption that he purposely summoned a Cerberus for Minu. Whiel it /is/ a good idea and Kotal would have liked to have come up with it first, he really can't take credit for something he didn't do, not to mention that this Cerberus seems perfectly aware of where he is. The Aztec puts his helmet back on, if anything so he can hide his irritation, and grumbles at Minu's gushing. "Believe me, Minu. If I had the power to summon individuals from other realms I would have called forth my warriors from Outworld a long time ago, instead of waiting for them to converge on their own. The magics of Twisted prevent me from reaching past this realm, someone else has brought this creature here."

Kotal glances to the side and down when Rayne stands next to him and prods him to relax and enjoy himself for once. "I can never be too certain of anything here, Rayne." Sure, these convergees may appear nonthreatening, but what if they really aren't? He can't really run that risk. "Enough of this." Kotal advances towards the Cerberus while Minu is asking him if they can keep him. "This Cerberus is sentient, I would prefer if he told us if he's comfortable with us being his new masters." Strange that Kotal would feel he needs to ask permission to own someone, this coming from a guy who collars rebellious mermaids and marks the souls of equally rebellious hyena men. "Who are you, pup? And how did you get here?" Kotal asks now directly addressing the Cerberus.

"Aww! Puppy no like me!" Meanwhile, Ferra is distraught when Buster tells her to back off and she goes to cling to Torr's back.

Sunset Shimmer also relaxes, though if it's because the Ceberus talks thus dismissing Twilight's worries or because of relief no one is blaming her for the sudden appearance of a creature is debatable. "You and me both, Twilight. I still have no idea what's going on, but it's less disconcerting when you have a friend nearby." And these days she can say that honestly, too.

Watching the others fuss over the three-headed canine like he was a giant puppy, she smirks a bit at Twilight. "I really shouldn't be surprised you've already made some new friends." She gives Twilight a playful nudge to the side with her elbow. "Princess of Friendship, after all." Sunset's more typical demeanor is returning now that she's getting a little more comfortable with the situation, though no one other than pegacorn would really know the significance of it.
Urus smirks and walks up to Kotal. "I only tease you because I care." He says to the war god "I am with Rayne. Relax this is joyous occasion. By the way if you want to give them the whole 'new home and prison' thing... it's an apt comparison." He orders two shots of vodka at the bar before quietly offering it to Rayne under the counter and drinking the other himself. As Kotal asks the Cerberus about what it wants, the irony does not go over his head as he clears his throat intentionally making some noise. "I am sorry when did the god of war care about the opinions of anyone but himself?"

Rex tears himself away from Minu for a second and as he does the back foot stops. "Jacks... this is not the master's treat cabinet." He whimpers at his brother. "Yes I understand... I messed up. No more teleportation attempts into the treat cabinet. We are probably just a village or two over. We can make it back before the Master notices." When Kotal buts in and asks about becoming their new master Buster retorts "Excuse me but we are in the middle of something here." Jackson takes it upon himself to make sure Buster's attitude does not make too many waves. "Sorry about him. He is a decent guy when you get to know him. If anyone would like to point us in the direction of the mage's tower on Torrinbald hill. We would be most appreciative. Meanwhile Rex has buried himself in Minu's arms already getting to like the elf. "Come on Jackson can we keep her?" He pleads. "No! Remember when you thought it was a good idea to let a squirrel in the tower. A full sized elf would have him furious!"
Minu eases up on her ear rubbing when Rex lifts his head to talk to his "brother". She looks to Kotal and frowns a little, cause no one seems to understand how special this handsome fellow is and how terribly rare. She listens to the puppies talk then makes a little sound and cuddles Rex's big head against her small chest. "ohhhh poor puppies. I am afraid there is no such place here in Twisted. I think you are well and truly lost. This is a rather peculiar realm, folks get brought here but, they can not leave. I think you might be stuck here like the rest of us." She looks up at Jackson even as she cuddles Rex. "you could stay with us though if you want. Can't they Kotal? Cerberus Arcanus is a created species meant to guard and protect. Surely what better then allow them to help us protect Twisted?" She looks up at Kotal through her lashes, all big glossy golden eyes and pure cute sweetness. "Please????"

Rayne nods to Urus in thanks and downs the shot quickly. She squeezes her eyes shut for a moment before shaking her head quickly. Her hair isn't quite moving as fluidly as normal... likely due to the temporary hair dye. "Maybe he's listening to the opinions of others. I've given him an earful or two. It helps if you don't antagonize him. I'd not suggest doing what Minu is now. It wouldn't work as well for you."

Twilight Sparkle laughs a bit in response to her friend's statement, before turning to watch as Kotal begins talking with Cerberus. "Part of my life now... And maybe I'd better see if I can work things out a little more tactfully here. Such is the life of royalty..."

Though she doesn't have her usual regalia, especially in her human form... Twilight Sparkle heads up to the tri-headed canine, looking up with a calm expression. "I apologize for the blunt statements of my friends here... You really aren't close to your home, but maybe I can help with that. I'm Princess Twilight Sparkle, of Equestria, and my primary field of research is magic - and friendship, as Sunset Shimmer over there might be able to affirm."

There's a shift in Kotal's glowing eyes, possibly meaning that he's rolling them at Urus, this is quite visible despite the helmet that he's wearing too. "Touching." He says dripping with sarcasm. Despite his less than enthused attitude at Urus saying he cares, he does turn to him when the Hyena wonders why Kotal even cares to acknowledge what the Cerberus might think about his current predicament. "A beaten dog may fear you, but the second you turn your back on him it will strike. Respect is a far stronger tool to impart loyalty, and it is how I rule. Fear is for Shinnok.. and Diablo." Still with the old feuds this god.

The Aztec doesn't look particularly angry at Buster's attitude, its not like he had to endure the same with Urus countless of times before. At least the Cerberus' other heads are far more agreeable. Kotal can't really help if Buster goes and does something like antagonizing Torr though, but that's another story. Just as the warlord gets to ready to explain to the Cerberus where exactly they are, Minu goes to break the news in a far gentler way than he ever could. He ends up nodding though and expanding on what Minu had just said. "Indeed, this seems to be a pocket dimension which draws things from all over the multiverse into it, like a vacuum. For us who live here, this is as much our home as it is our prison. There is no way to escape." Though they are but that's a lengthy topic to discuss with new arrivals, and probably not a good idea considering the risks.

Finally, Kotal just gets completely exasperated with Minu's demands of keeping the pup, and like a tired father of dealing with his daughter, the warrior god simply deflates his shoulders and looks up. "Fine! We can keep him if he wants to live with us. But you will have to take care of him!" He shakes his head and looks around. "I hope there aren't any objections to that." His krew don't seem to have any, but Kotal is also pointedly looking at Twilight and Rayne since they work for him too and having a Cerberus in TASK would affect them as well.

Even though the comment isn't aimed at her Sunset Shimmer still does an anxious glance off to the side when Kotal makes his little speech about beaten dogs. She knows that experience all too well after having an entire school resent her for things she did to them while she was a 'bad' girl. "It's true. Twilight can put back together some of the most broken friendships."

Sunset doesn't mention she was the one that broke said friendships.
"beaten dog hunh.... apparently you don't practice what you preach." Urus remarks under his breath. He eyes his weapon for a second before clearing his mind. "So... how's everyone doing?" needless to say this has become a... well I would not consider it a failure on his part... but next time he is keeping big blue off the invite list. Why did he even do it in the first... Minu. Well at least she seems happy. That much is good. He comes up between Twilight and Sunset and puts his arm around each one. And says "Well I hope that the party was decent for you two..." he says looking left and right at them.
Jackson takes a second to think. "Twisted... twist...ed. Oh boy" buster decides to chime in. "That is the sound that signals the fact that we are royally screwed. Well spit it out." Rex is listening despite the fact that he is getting everything he could want right now. That spot right behind the right ear. That is a spot that does not get scratched enough. Jackson replies "You know that place where Master sends all those things he never wants to see again. Well." Buster bends his head down to the point where he can effectively facepaw. " Alright, who are you big guy?" he asks Kotal. Wanting to know who he is going to be spending the rest of his life with. "I believe he is trying to say that we will accept your offer. I do not think I need to ask Rex his opinion." Jackson says to Kotal turning his head to look at Rex.

Having gotten Kotals ok the keep the puppies, Minu returns her attention to Rex's ears and she gives a serious scritching. When the Jackson and Buster seem to accept they are gona be around a while and ask about Kotal, the little elf chimes in. "That is none other then Huitzilopotchli, Aztec God of War. Here we call him Kotal, or boss. He run TASK, which is sorta the peace keepers for Twisted. I'm Minu, his assistant and that one over there is the great red dress is Rayne, and the lady who is purple she is Twilight, usually she is a Alicorn but something happened and shes human looking for now. Wait till you meet Serenity, she is a sea slug. She is very nice but you must be careful not to scare her. Those other folks are part of the TASK team too, including the big guy that was rubbing you and the girl who was trying to pet Buster." She chatters on and finds THAT spot again to try and get the pups foot going.

Rayne blinks as Kotal looks at her for input. "Uuuhhhh... sure. He.... they seem reasonable enough to not cause any more messes than Ferra and Torr." Well, that's not really saying much, is it? She then gives Urus a sloppy smile. "I'm doin' pretty good." Wait, is she already noticibly tipsy? She really is a lightweight. At least she's steady on her feet still.

Urus won't be able to see it because Kotal is wearing a helmet, but the Aztec warlord is smiling behind his face mask when the hyena claims the deity doesn't follow what he preaches. "Ah, Urus. With you, I beat you to submission because I care." Well, looks like Kotal still has some sick sense of humor left in him.

Once the Cerberus asks just who they are dealing with, Kotal straightens ups and-- simply lets Minu handle the introductions. Kotal is quite used to being heralded and it is fitting for a god. Therefore, Kotal simply stands there looking imposing while Minu explains. It looks like Rayne is fine with the Cerberus joining TASK and as long as Twilight doesn't mind then he sees no reason to not let them come and live with them in the TASK building. "Then let it be so." He nods, right before noticing that Rayne is looking just a little dizzier than normal. "Did someone slip Rayne a drink?" The Aztec shakes his head and looks at one of his warriors. "Reptile, make sure that Rayne gets to her home safely when she leaves." Designated driver is go! Wait, can Reptile even drive? Either way, the green armored Zeterran salutes and responds, "Yesss, Kahn."

Twilight Sparkle gives Sunset a sympathetic and reassuring smile before tilting her head at Urus' arm around her shoulders. "Well, it's been... A different 'Christmas', I think it's called? I'm too used to this holiday being called Hearth's Warming back home. And I'm thinking of letting Sunset move in as a roommate at my apartment - that is, if you're fine with it."

Sunset flusters a little as the dog(?) person puts his arm around her shoulders. He kind of reminds her of the three boys Rarity is always getting to carry stuff for her, but she doesn't mention that because it would be really rude. "It.. looks like it was nice party. I just sort of walked in on it," she admits. Sunset rubs one of her arms sheepishly after Twilight's offer. "That's really nice of you, Twilight... not like I have anywhere else to go..."
Luna looks in through the window of the UR from the street. OKay. Giant three headed dog. o O ( Are they allowed in restaurants here? ) She thinks to her other self, but doesn't get a response. Well, that's okay. She checks her reflection in the glass, twitching her ears. Dusts herself off, then walks into the Usual Restaurant. o O ( You were right, there are a lot of people that gather here, yes? ) She glances around at everyone gathered, taking them all in as she walks over to the bar. She eyes the singing stage, o O ( Yearnestia would like that. ) And comes to the bar, sliding up onto a stool. o O ( It's not such a long walk from the Neo Edo part of Twisted, yes? Hopefully the bridge doesn't fog back over again. ) She eyes Kotal, who certainly is anything but human...and the hyena man. o O ( Way more non-humans than on Lunar. ) She pulls off her mittens and sets them on the bar next to her, ears cocking towards ongoing conversations.

"Call it what you like . I'm glad I could be of service." He says to twilight. Despite the truth behind the God's joke, the fact that his own jab was used against him is not lost. He cackles a bit the fact that Kotal has a sense of humor being the only thing that truly surprised him tonight. The God and Minu are busy with the new dog. Time for him to move on to schmooze the other guests. There happens to be an oriental man in the corner wearing green and tan clothing that smells strangely of cabbages he has been meaning to chat with.

Kotal gives a low chuckle at Urus reaction and otherwise seems fine now that Minu and the Cerberus are getting acquainted. Should really look into giving them a nickname or something, it feels odd calling them 'The Cerberus'.

Lastly, its Twilight's request that draws his attention, and he stares at her for a moment. "It is your apartment, Twilight, you do not need to ask me who you bring there. Now, if you wish for your fried to come and live or work at TASK, that is another matter entirely." Ironically, at this point in the game Kotal doesn't really feel like discussing business, and he lets that thought hang there while he settles in to finally enjoy the feast-- and get some freaking pulque despite Rayne's objections. This means of course that his krew is left to run wild a little, but I'm sure nothing bad will happen.

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2015-11-28 (PostU) Somthing Fishy This Way Comes

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{{Logsummary|
Title = Something Fishy This Way Comes
|Summary = Serenity bumps into Urus during his beach day, only to be inturupted by Morgana with a little test as well as Rayne's fishing.
|Who = [[Serenity]], [[Urus]], [[Morgana]], [[Rayne]]
|Date = November 28, 2015.
|Where = [[Zeku-Kari Beach]]
|Log=
Serenity wanders down from the grassy hill in a smooth undulation of the aquamarine 'wings', bringing along the hovering black disc of the forcefield generator and its floating blob of water. Ren starts off in the direction of the dock, or more specifically, the side of the dock.

Urus happens to already be down there. Most of his usual gear is lying down on a bright orange towel away from the water's edge. A scuba tank and attached respirator lays by the towel, obviously a part of a later plan. Currently a pair of red swim trunks address the possible civility problem, as well as the fact that he is currently wading neck deep into the water. His head fur looks dry for now, the probability of that changing seeming rather high.

Morgana had been prowling the shallows, collecting shells and smooth stones when she felt someone or something enter the water at the beach. She stayed under water and out of sight, not wishing to alarm anyone or intrude but curiously watched as the furry fellow moved about in the slightly cool waves. She didn't interrupt was he was doing but she watched and studied him , even sliding into the shadow of the pier so she would not be spotted, and lifted her head from the water long enough to realize who it was that was swimming.

Serenity pauses to peer at the scuba gear on the way across the beach, then continues down to the water, shifting course toward Urus upon spotting him. Ren doesn't, though, spot Morgana yet. Ren waves a pair of fins to him, extending the 'wing' from the suspended water to wave. "Hello," Ren hisses amiably to him while driving the field generator into the shallows. "Might that be your breathing gear on the beach?"

Urus is quite unaware of the siren as well, the portions of his fuzz that is underwater spreads out flowing with the current of the water, looking quite ridiculous in fact. He quickly turns around at Serenity's greeting and looks surprised. "Oh! Uhh hi..." expecting full well to be almost completely alone today. "yes, that is my gear. Surprised at what Smart sells. Not complaining." he quickly dunks his head in and brings it back out, water driping as he slicks back his fur on the top of his head, keeping it away from his eyes. "this is quite nice actually, not was expecting for first time."

Morgana turns her eyes toward Serenity as the colorful sea child makes her way down toward the water and addresses Urus. She tilts her head and looks thoughtful for a long moment. The presence of the sea slug would give her a way to test her new abilities. She does not wish to harm the little sea child of course but, she needs to know just how strong her new powers are. Waiting she ducks back into the water and stays out of sight for now.

Serenity slides over closer to Urus, but not so close that the seawater goes over the top of the suspended water. Ren keeps the face in the irregular dome formed by the field. "S-mart?" Ren remarks thoughtfully. "I had no idea they sold equipment of that sort, but I suppose it shouldn't surprise me, given all the other things it sells." Ren explains, "In fact, I have been looking for something to allow me to speak with a friend as this does," Ren dabbles an extruded portion of fin through the forcefield, "without the sound reflecting off the air-water boundary."

Urus gets closer to take a good look at it. "about how much does something like that weigh? I know some people back home that would kill for a containment field like that." He was not being figurative about the people back home. "sound bouncing off... hmm, seems to be rule with that sort of thing actually. Bigger ones back home block EVERYTHING almost like noise proof glass dome..." he knows of the technology at hand but is nowhere near able to do anything about it considering his lack of technical skill. "I heard ocean is like space. Very still, floating around. Need to try for self." He says taking a glance at the tank on shore "If only way to get peace." He murmurs to himself under his breath.

Morgana silently watched as Serenity slid into the water but not fully submerged. She noticed the disk still hovering and since she did not wish to cause harm, she herself moved into a more shallow place in the shadow of the pier, this way Ren could still be at the same depth she is in the water. With that move made she dipped down and sank to the sanded sea floor and started to very softly sing. It would not be volume but the way the notes carried that would bring her song to the sea slug. The song was sung just enough to awaken her power and then ever so gently she commanded "come to me, and bring a white stone." a simple thing, aimed at the sea slug. Her power and command spilled into the water aimed directly at the sea dancer. Were Serenity a non-sentient sea being, the command would be irresistible, but with Ren being an intelligent and sentient being, the command is rather like a strong suggestion and subject to the little sea dancers will.

"I believe the equipment weighs in the neighborhood of fifty pounds," Ren explains. "The hovering function negates that weight and much of the inertia. However, I was referring to the fact that the surface of the ocean or a pool naturally reflects sound quite well." Ren gestures a fin through the field to the sea surface. "When I'm outside this forcefield, I can't hear or be heard by air-breathers very well. Seeing your equipment, I wondered if there might be two-way radios suitable for use with breathing gear sold in the same place." Ren motions toward Urus and adds inquisitively, "Now, if you knew someone who could make an environment suit like mine, that would be even better."

Ren then looks confused for a few seconds before looking to the pier. "Hhh... Excuse me a moment..." Ren glances about the seabed distractedly. "I came here today to check on a fermentation jar I left out." Ren motions towards the midsection of the pier. "I think that I need to go put a reflective marker by it so I don't lose track." Which would be rather hard to do, given the clarity of the water. That thought seems to occur to Ren, who looks confused again.

Urus listens inquisitively as she seems to know quite a bit about the tech in question. All of it making a lot of sense as well as the idea using something in the way of underwater communications. Then the look of confusion or what he can decipher of it takes him by surprise. "you alright?" the excuse perplexes even him. "Fermentation jar? As in like pickles or something? let me help, wanted to get deeper anyway." He says as he gets the tank and hoists it up on his back, seeming to have no trouble with it. He wades back in, respirator working as well as it can despite not being made for his obviously non-human features. As he goes below, that's when he truly has a pause for thought. Morgana is there. Unbeknownst to him, she has been watching the entire time.

Morgana is focused on the little sea slug. When she seems almost likely to come to her but pauses in confusion the siren tries again. She draws her song softly around her again building the notes then sends them forth with another command this one with more force of will, aimed at Ren, "bring to me a white stone" just that and nothing more. She stays low in the water, completely submerged and in the shadows of the pier where her dark coloring is least likely to be seen. Even with clear water, there is a distance that most eyes have trouble truly focusing under the sea especially if they were not made for it as her own were. She notices the movement of Urus and when she sees him come under and turn her way she motions for him not to interfere. She is not harming any one, she is simply there.

"Hhh... yes, I'm sure it's nothing," Ren remarks, still glancing about until a white stone is spotted. "I was just feeling a bit disoriented for some reason." Still at the nearly-submerged depth, Ren puts the environment suit in park with a motion from the trailing edge of a fin. "You are welcome to take a look with me," Ren calls back to Urus, "I am seeing whether the marine microbes can make anything edible from starch and sugar. Ren then slips from the forcefield (and thus from speaking range) with a flare of fins and a flutter of the gill-feathers. Ren and pokes the gills back into and out of the separate bubble of water as if comparing something. That done, Serenity frowns and picks up a white stone from the bottom before flowing over toward the middle of the pier.

Urus stays silent, in fact he does not have much of a choice while under the waves. It is usually difficult to say anything intelligible while something is in your mouth. Despite this however he waits the entirety of his fur standing on end again, floating and flowing with the current, looking absolutely ridiculous as it happens. The extra buoyancy of the water makes him feel slightly more at home, the only difference being between what he remembers on the occasional time the artificial gravity went out on a ship and this was that he could still breathe normally on the ship. There is a slight smirk on his face, as he watches to see what exactly is going on between the two in their natural habitat.

The siren stays low and out of sight as she calls the little sea slug to her. When Ren starts her way, she shifts herself in the water to face her, staying submerged and continuing to beckon. One sleek arm lifts and stretches toward Ren. Her call is soft and yet that strong suggestion spills through the water and calls to the sea slug. "come".

A whistling noise can be heard in the distance... the source of which is Rayne, whistling as she walks towards the dock. A fishing pole is leaning against her right shoulder, and a tackle box is lugged by its handle in her left hand. As she steps onto the dock, she glances around, breathing in the salty air. It's time off, it's just her and the sea! And... What was the bright color just then? She stops whistling and peers over the side of the dock into the water. Seeing Ren down there, she actually frowns. Fishing isn't quite as safe when a friend is swimming in the water, of course. Then she actually spots Urus... And does a double take at that one. "What the-" Mograna, however, remains unseen.

Still not spotting Morgana in the shadows, Ren takes the pebble of wave-rounded bleached coral over to the base of a piling. A fragment of fine fishing net is tied to the piling, and within that is a canning jar with the fastening ring screwed down over a bit of cloth. Perhaps the jar contained bread and pasta at one point, but it's currently just a frothy white muck. Ren flows over to set the pebble on top of the jar. After having done so, Ren brushes rhinophores over the cloth end of the jar and gives the pebble another puzzled look before twisting away to watch Urus swim.

The soft caress of the water is quite relaxing when one doesn't have to struggle to breathe, hence the equipment. Urus' swimming is decent considering his first actual time in a body of water large enough to swim in. The siren's attempt at stealth works just as well with Urus as he ends up losing her. That ends up being the last of his concerns however when he looks up to see a figure looking down on them. Curiosity killed the cat, but it did not say anything about a hyena. He swims to the surface not too far away and pops into the air. He looks up at Rayne and recognizes her immediately. He runs a hand through his fur on the top of his head, slicking it back again and taking the respirator out of his mouth, mood unusually good. "Hello, good seeing you here! What are..." as his words exit faster than his assessment of the scene. It's pretty obvious what Rayne is doing here and there is no need to finish the question.

Morgana watches as Ren comes close but turns toward her jar instead. The siren slides closer and her song spills into the water. This time Ren is close enough she could hear it and then comes the command again "bring the rock to me." She glances toward Urus as he moves to surface but her attention stays firmly on Ren. One hand reaches out as she sends out that imperative, the full weight of her power and will on the lovely sea dancer. For the siren, this is an exploration of a new ability and she has chosen to stay out of sight till now simply to keep the reactions of the slug to be caused by the command and not the fact that they know each other.

Rayne smirks down at Urus. Really, it's rare that she can look down at him instead of the other way around. "I was going to go fishing, but when a hyenafish is in the water, most of the smaller fish tend to bug out. What are you doing down there?" She already has a guess as to what Ren is doing down there... She's nearly literally caught Ren while she was collecting microbes before. She sets her equipment down on the dock, now seemingly abandoning her original plan, and sits down at the edge, feet dangling over the side.

Serenity twists abruptly face Morgana as she speaks again. Ren frowns and crackles an impolite comment. Grabbing the rock as a visual aid, Ren brings it over to Morgana to demand an explanation. Serenity ripples up very close to her with rhinophores partly retracted. "I thought that perhaps there was something wrong with the water filtration in my suit," Ren mentions. "But someone who has tried to hypnotize me before," Ren gestures toward her, "provides a very convenient explanation for why my thoughts have been muddled. If you have a better explanation, I would appreciate hearing it."

Urus laughs at the mention of the 'hyenafish' in his usual animal like cackle. He is easily able to explain why he is here though. "I came out for relaxation. Trying to get feeling of home. Is working well." The fact that home used to mean a multi ton spaceship that floated in space and had minor electrical issues was a detail he found unimportant at this point. "Come down, water is great!" whatever her choice is he continues with a new topic. "How has work been? Big Blue keeping you busy enough?" A wide toothy smile cracks upon his drenched face. For once, life seems pretty good right now.

Morgana slides from the shadows as Ren rounds on her. The siren offers a genuine smile and takes a loop of multicolor pearls and small spiral shells from her neck and extends it to the slug. If Ren recalled the first time they met, there was a frantic sort of energy to the siren, a starved hunger that had the siren trying to mesmerize and feed off everything that moved. There is no such energy to her now. If anything she is quite calm and more pleasant then she has ever been. "I was testing a theory. I had something happen and I wished to see if my beliefs were correct. I wanted to see if my call effected intelligent beings but I had to do so when you did not know it was I who called. I did not want the test effected by familiarity. I hope I did not distress you over much. I do not wish you harm."

Rayne winces at the mention of work. "Yyyeah. Busy is an understatement. I've been put so far out of my element and I feel like I've been swimming in paperwork. And I think I'll pass, I didn't come with a swimsuit." She offers him a smile with that statement, but it now seems a bit less genuine now that work was brought up.

Serenity releases the rock during Morgana's explanation, maintaining the position with a shallow ripple of the fin layers in opposite directions. "Yes, I'm not quite sure whether to be more distressed or less," Ren remarks unhappily, glancing at the necklace. "I am glad that I'm not suffocating or otherwise suffering from scrambled brains. But I am indeed distressed at being the uninvited target of an experiment in mind control. What do you intend to do with the information?"

Morgana shakes her head "I did not seek to truly control you Serenity, I called, you answered. You were not harmed, nor will you be. I do not believe I could cause you to stop breathing or damage your mind. I think you are to strong for such a thing. Had you been more in my sway then you were I would have simply greeted you and taken the stone, and explained. As to what I intend with this new thing, I seek only to protect. The seas are vast and those on the land have not the ability to truly patrol or guard them or to keep the dangers that are there from spilling onto the land. Twisted has enough trouble. I have been given a gift Serenity," she tilts her head to the side and one hand touches her middle "for the first time in 900 years, I do not hunger. I am sated and my mind is clear and strong and it is time I was more then death and sorrow." She offers the necklace to Ren again.

"Please... do not let me get in way." Urus says in attempt to patch the slight social problem that he seems to have created "you came out to relax, have fun. World can wait." He says dismissing the entire town. "Now, how about we get rid of the hyenafish and catch something yes?" he says hoping to get the apparent problems off the mind by using some of her humor. "Let me go check on something quick" he says before donning the respirator again and going under to check on the slug and the siren. He begins hearing the end of the conversation going on. A big sigh can almost be heard from Urus as he settles on the not too deep floor. Mind control? What is going on now... is there no safe haven in this blasted prison of a city? Suddenly dawning on him the apt naming Kotal gave him when he first arrived, home and prison. Urus telling the war god he is right... Blue should get a kick out of that. He holds a thumbs up then switches to thumbs down before finishing with palms up "what's going on?" sort of gesture.

Rayne shrugs and stands up again as Urus ducks back underwater. Whistling again, she takes her equipment back into her hands and walks further down on the docks, hopefully away from the goings on near the shore, and away from the destractions. Because Urus is right. The world can wait, and Rayne wants to fish. It's not like she'd be hard to find if needed, afterall. She's just going further along.

Serenity glances at the necklace but doesn't touch it. "Assuming that I am thinking clearly," Ren says, "it seems that you have good intentions. You might even have many of the same goals. But methods matter no less." Ren motions toward Morgana. "At the moment, my trust in your methods has run a bit short." Ren rubs at the mane of gill-feathers. "I'm not certain that I even want to know what happened to the people you were protecting the world from..." Ren frowns and nods to Urus, noticing him while looking away from Morgana. "It would go a long way toward rebuilding my trust," Ren says to her, "if you would seek advice from Rayne."

The siren goes quiet still and draws herself up , curling her tail under and returns the necklace to her own neck. One dark brow arches and she regards the slug. "It is unfortunate that you are so distressed. I would apologize but I doubt it would make much difference. As to those I chose to protect Twisted from. They are safe and settled in a territory far from land, where they will not be accidentally trespassed upon, so that they will not feel the need to attack anyone else they way thy did my Chosen and the gnome. You and I did not get off on good footing, I was not in my right mind when we were introduced. You can quite thank Kotal for thinking it wise to put you in my pool when I was mad with starvation and grief. As to this...fear not. I will not trouble you further Serenity. My questions are answered and you are unharmed." She turns toward Urus and looks him over coolly. "If you have need of my presence, simply bang upon the pier and I will feel it and come." She then turns herself toward open water and departs.

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2015-10-24 (PostU) Date Fight (Complete with lights and sirens)

2015-10-25T14:33:20Z

Wolfmaster97: Created page with "{{Logsummary| Title = Date Fight (Complete with lights and sirens) |Summary = Date night for Murandin and Morgana takes a violent twist. Then the cops showed up... |Who..."

{{Logsummary|
Title = Date Fight (Complete with lights and sirens)
|Summary = Date night for Murandin and Morgana takes a violent twist. Then the cops showed up...
|Who = [[Muradin]], [[Morgana]], [[Urus]], [[Rayne]]
|Date = October 24th 2015
|Where = The Usual Restaurant
|Log=

Night covers Twisted like blanket; the pink sunset fading to darker and darker shades of grey until the Black of the night sky. Black interrupted by the half moon, brightening the sky as well as the alleyways and buildings of Twisted's skyline. The clamor of the towns residents fall silent as most of the creatures of the realm hide away in their abodes. Now that the Sun's warmth has left, there is a light nip in the air, not enough to be truly cold, but a feeling that is noticeable nonetheless.

The Usual restaurant has a warm golden glow coming from its windows, the small building a beacon as a refuge from the stillness of the night. It is quite possibly the loudest place left in the sleepy town if one were looking for something to do. Upon entering one can see the patrons around, most of them enjoying themselves whilst either eating or drinking, or a mixture of the two.

Urus is one of those patrons. He is sitting on one of the bar stools a drink in his hand that has been drained and refilled quite a few times, and is full of a clear liquid that suffice to say is not water. A plate of chicken wings accompanies him on the counter, uncooked and pure. There is a pile of black clothes at the base of the stool. The Hyena-man seems jovial tonight as he sings a song that is stuck in his head from a few nights ago. " I Am a Dwarf and I'm diggING a hole, diggy diggy hooole." Sung as only a hyena can sing it, heavily off key despite his efforts to replicate what he had heard.

Its Saturday Night in Twisted and that means of course.. time to go drink!!

But lets be fair now, Muradin being the stalwart dwarf that he is knows that every night is drinking night, and every morning too.. and afternoon.

More than anything though, he's been off having loads of adventures at the sea with his lady and friends, and whenever he's not fighting sea creatures, he's digging holes or fixing diving gear. Working does a dwarf good it does, though he thinks its high time he's spent some quality time with his lady, in ways that go beyond exploring the deeps. As much as Muradin loves going underwater with Morgana, he'd like to be able to hold her for once!

Thus we find them here at the Usual. Muradin leads the way and opens the door for Morgana and wouldn't you know it? Muradin has gone and bought a very luxurious tabard dress for the mermaid, so she has something to wear in public other than one of his oversized shirts.

"Right this way, me luv." Just as Muradin is entering the bar though, he overhears an awfully familiar tune. It seems that just by virtue of being a dorf, he knows this song by heart.

"O/~Born underground! Suckled from a teat of stone! O/~ Raised in the dark, the safety of our mountain home! /o~"

The dwarven warrior doesn't even think of what he's doing! He just slams up to the bar next to the gnoll looking fellow and starts singing along with him! Though he looks like a gnoll, any creature that sings that song is alright in Muradin's book. So much for a night out with his lady!

The siren moves with a fluid grace as she enters the UR. Her long flowing hair had been braided and a long stand of multicolored pearls inter twined with the ebony locks. Her sleek form is graced with a new garment, a tabard dress. The ornately embroidered dress effectively a knee length rectangle of cloth with a deeply cut neck line and a belt of golden chain draped at her waist to bring the garment in and make it shapely. Seeing that it is mostly a simple drape of cloth, the sirens sides from ankle to neck are left exposed as she moves.

This is the first time Morgana has come to the UR or even truly been out on what might be called, a date. She scans the area as she steps through the door and waits for her mate to join her. She arches a brow as the first strains of that off key song catches her ear. A small frown furrows her brow and she looks the hyena over. He is familiar and so when Muradin wanders past her and bellys up beside the fellow she thinks little of it. Muradin is a far more social being then she is after all.

The moment Muradin starts singing, Urus Immediately pauses to take a look at the new person next to him. The dwarf being easy to pick out from the many people who live in twisted. "wait a minute, you are man from fight with undead! So You are cause of this song being stuck in head. It makes sense now who is singing though." A dwarf singing a song about dwarves, who would have thought? "dwarf is here, means where is. . ." he looks around and quickly finds her in her elegant evening wear. "ah yes the ummm" then it occurs to him he does not actually know what she is. She looks human but assumptions like that in twisted can be lethal. "the Lady" he finishes. He shrugs and takes one of the raw wings and chews on it, when the meat is striped from the bone, he doesn't stop there and begins gnawing on the bone itself. "What have you been up to though?" he asks the dwarf curious. The hyena being a lot more into small talk tonight for the sheer fact that he may have already had one too many tonight, and with current company, it can only get worse.

Actually, Muradin doesn't even remember singing this song in front of Urus, but considering he's nearly constantly singing the blasted thing, chances he did that without realizing it are very high. "That's me, mate!" The dorf cackles and points up to the gnoll. "Urus, right? Thought I recognized ye from somewheres."

His mention of the Lady doesn't go unnoticed and he waves to Morgana to come their way. "Just having a night out wit' me lass. Ey! I donna think I ever introduced ye to me wife Morgana, aye? I should fix that!" Indeed, Muradin is quite the jolly fellow to have around, particularly around drinks, song and friends. "Over 'ere, luv! It's the gnoll bloke we met when we were fighting those nasty undead beasties!"

As Muradin had taken to chatting with the hyena fellow, the siren had wandered past the bar and toward the fire place. Her black eyes wander over the others who are patronizing the establishment. The sway of her curvaceous bottom and the clearly exotic tone of her being defiantly attracts attention, especially of the masculine variety. As she nears the fireplace a rather robust looking fellow looks her over, a lewd appreciation of her form filling his eyes. Morgana seems oblivious to it until the man reaches for her and boldly sets a hand on her rump and makes an effort to turn her toward him. "well now look at what wandered in. All alone honey? Let me buy you a drink." the mans words are slurred and its clear booze is talking far louder then good sense. Muradins call brings the sirens attention away from the man or correcting his familiarity. She stands stock and simply turns her head toward the call of her mate.

Urus pats Muradin on the back, it had been a long time since someone was truly happy to see him. The dwarf's company is very much appreciated and might be a good vent sometime, when things get rough in life. But the word Gnoll is there, and laughs at the man's mistake. "Hehehehe Gnoll, nice try but, not exactly my friend. ". However he understands the man's easy misconception. He looks to morgana, the man in front of her schmoozing it up. If there is ONE rule that is universal, it is that you do not mess with a guy's woman. Period. He looks sadly at the sap that seems to not know what is coming and without looking hands his gun over to Muradin. "Bring it back when done." He says knowing exactly what is going to happen and take a drink with his free hand as he sets up to watch the oh so imminent spectacle.

Easy mistake to make, Muradin guesses! Particularly because there's quite the infestation of Gnolls in Azeroth, which is the planet where Muradin comes from. "Heh, no harm no foul." Says the ever jovial dwarf-- right until he sees some blighter messing with Morgana!

"Er, excuse me one moment." He is about to disengage from Urus when he hands him a gun, though Muradin refuses it and pushes it away. "Nah, mate. A bloke needs to solve somethin' like this with his fists, aye?" Muradin does have quite the few old fashioned believes, and one of them is that when you're in a bar fight you don't use weapons. He's purposely not summing his magical axe and hammer for a reason, because that would just be unfair.

"Oi ye soddin' wanker! That's me woman yer talking to!" Warning given, Muradin rushes over to the burly fellow and swings a meaty fist right to the man's jaw, cracking him across the face. Yeah, he can reach that high even if he's a dorf.

Morgana is not well known for her social grace and though she is somewhat taken aback by the mans advances she is trying to contain her usual responses which likely would have gotten the mans arm ripped off. She is in public though and on a date night , and as such she isnt sure how to politely manage such behavior. When Muradin stalks over and clock the fellow, she blinks and simply steps back a few steps as the man reels back from the hit. Curses can be heard from the man and he shakes his head and lurches forward. His friends close by take great offense at the dwarfs action and one of these fellows bellow hey, what the hell. The broad didnt say anything so what the hells wrong with you? The mans friend balls his fist and takes a swing at Muradin. This of course gets a Morgana's attention fast. She twists herself and darts forward, her exposed talons clenching down on the mans wrist "You will not.." is all she says as she jerks the man bodily back then quite literally throws him forward toward the bar. Look..she didn’t kill anyone.

Urus Pulls his gun back to him. He fully understands the need to teach him a lesson. The only thing is why not make sure he doesn’t forget? Meanwhile he is munching as he watches. The crunching of bones only coming from Urus, for now, as he nibbles on his snacks. like any sport he has a team he is rooting for. This is better than anything he got back home, already, and chances are that there was more to come. "Come on! Dig him a new one!" and chuckles at his not so witty banter. He only wishes that he could be recording this for later. To him this was his version of the super bowl, and the scores are 7-0.

That guy should honestly be glad that Muradin didn't punch his head clean off. Considering Muradin is a renowned Mountain King, these humans really don't know who they are messing with! Never mind the fact that Morgana by herself could take them all out if she really wanted to, a fact that becomes evidently clear when Muradin doesn't even need to block the next blow from the guy's friend. Morgana has that handled quite well as she catches the fist in mid air and wrenches the guy's wrist nearly off his socket. Yeah, he's reconsidering his options now, in the form of screaming bloody murder. "AAAAAH! Okay! Okay! I give!" That ought to tell Morgana and Muradin he's not going to cause any more problems.

Of course, this being Twisted, random drunken humans are the least of people's problems.

"Oi! We gotz uz a roit foit ova' 'ere!" Comes a deep voice from the corner of the bar and three massive green skinned figures raise from their seats. They are all well over 6 feet tall, covered in muscled, and with massive tusks. They almost look like green gorillas, though in reality these things are called Orks. And they love to fight for no reason.

"FOIT! FOIT!" One of them yells excitedly and all three let out a cry of "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!" As the rush head long into the fray. One of them flat out tackles Muradin while another lifts the bloodied human up in the air and tries to smash him atop Morgana. Meanwhile the third one is just kind smashing tables excitedly.

Morgana imperiously lifts a brow as the bloodied human cries uncle and gives in. Her nose wrinkles and her lip curls in disgust. This was not the evening she had hoped for. When the noise comes from across the restaurant and the orcs come rushing to get involved the siren turns and glowers at them. Its one thing to have a human do something stupid, its another to have a tusked orc coming at you. As the human is lifted , the siren draws in a big breath, turning her face up into that of the orc, opens her mouth full of wicked sharp teeth and lets loose a brain melting shriek. She is not one known for her patience and she is gona have none of this nonsense. She lifts her hands and takes hold of the human and as the orc is dealing with the sound that comes from her she twists the human from his grasp and bodily throws the man toward the bar, he bounces on the surface and slides comically toward Urus.

The human's lack of backbone makes Urus throw his hands up. He knew it wouldn't last too long. oh but what is this, orcs! He had met one before and was not impressed. But there being more of them could make things interesting. The shriek hurts as his ears flatten to his head. He remembers now why he had a splitting headache after the last time he met her. The human body slides right up to him and that sparks his want to get in the quarrel although it has nothing to do with him. Back in his home town, the tossing of anything towards someone at a bar during a brawl was essentially an invitation for them to join. " hey I think you dropped something!" as he takes the human under the armpits and holds him there in front of him like a meat shield, Stalking up to the orcs who have decided to make a mess.

These aren't Orcs, mind you. These are /Orks/ with a K, which is to say, very different from the type of orc that Urus thinks he's familiar with. The difference will become clear in a minute though once they.. interact.. more with one another.

For starters, there's not much brain to melt on these guys as they seem to be /even dumber/ than the average orc. The Ork being blasted by Morgana's sonic blast goes to cover his ears and shuts his eyes hard as most would do when hearing a shriek of that magnitude. However, after losing his human, he doesn't really look too badly damaged! A small brain and a very thick skull helps to withstand sonic attacks. "Oi! I wuz gonna use dat!" Laments the Ork as he loses his human, though Urus looks kind enough to bring him back. Unfortunately, at this point, the Ork no longer seems to want him. "WAAAAGH!!" He yells and swings a haymaker at Urus, intending to go right through the human being used as a meat shield and send them both flying back into the bar.

Meanwhile, the third Ork is creeping up behind Morgana and tries to bash her on top of the head with a table. "WAAAAAAAGH!" Of course, his war cry might give away his position.

Oh, and it looks like the Ork that tackled Muradin is now getting tossed across the bar too. Guess the dwarf is handling himself for now.

When the ork she faces turns his attention to Urus and his meat shield, the siren steps back and looks around. The sound of a war cry behind her has her spill on her toes and spot the table coming her way. She doesn’t bother ducking or defecting, instead she leaps forward right up into the ork whose hands are so full. She ducks to the inside, her limbs curling around the beast and her face going right up into his. That barracuda mouth opens and then closes right over the orks nose and cheeks above his tusks. She bites down hard and pulls back, taking as much flesh as she is able. Talons sink into shoulders and her legs tighten around the orks waist so that it will take a good bit before he is able to dislodge her.
The fact that he is holding a person up is blocking quite a bit of his vision, ensuring that he doesn't see the punch that lands straight on the chest, of both. The human is going to have problems tomorrow, but Urus is more concerned about himself, even with a wall of meat he stumbles back, dropping the man who now seems more of a hindrance than a help. He goes into a slightly crouched position as he readies himself, then grabs the ork by the tusks and sends the beast's head careening into a raised knee. "you have asked for bad things to happen to you. I am here to make sure it happens." The tiny brain of the ork rattles around in its overly large container. Raising all of his fingers except for his thumbs that continue to grip onto its massive bottom teeth he sinks his claws into the cheeks of his assailant, hoping to teach a lesson or two to the green mass of idiocy.

That ork was really not expecting Morgana to go through the table and attack him directly. Even for such a dumb creature, he realizes he's in a load of trouble as his eyes go wide right before Morgana' bites him right on the cheek. "Yoowch!" He cries out in pain and all but starts to pull on Morgana with his massive arms, snarling in pain as the shark siren begins to rip open his face. His teeth show beneath his bloodied torn cheek. "Dis one rite 'ere smartz, she does!" Looks like he's too dumb to be completely aware of just how much pain he's in. A human would be screaming in agony and rolling on the floor after getting half of his face bitten of. This ork on the other hand, he grabs Morgana by the hair and rips her off him, caring little if she takes a lot of flesh off him with her dagger like talons. Then she's lifting her in the air and trying to smash her head first into the ground.

In the meantime, let's just say the human who took the haymaker to the chest for Urus is not getting up anytime soon. However, Urus' distraction works since the Ork is left wide open to be grabbed by the tusks and then get a face full of knee. Blood freely pours from his nose and he grunts when Urus extends his fingers out and digs his claws into the Ork's face.

Standing up close and personal with an Ork is a bad idea though, as Urus might realize soon enough. Fierce Ork eyes stare back at the Hyena clawing him, and the Ork reaches out with one hand to grab Urus by the shoulder and keep him place, before throwing a hard right hook directly into Urus' ribcage with enough impact to crack quite a few of them.

When the ork grabs her long braid and jerks her back, not only does she take a rather large hunk of meat from his face but her talons rip through the flesh of his shoulders. Her legs are warped tight around his waist and so just having her by the hair is not going to allow the ork to dash her to the ground head first. It is quite a wild ride though and as the ork tries to force her down and off him. Her talons slash out toward his arm and she lets loose another of those discordant shrieks of fury meant to burst ear drums and rattle glass.

Urus is a fighter, and quite the scrapper at that, but he is only human, well at least he used to be and kept a few of their tendencies. Like the one where you make a bad decision. This is one of those times. Instead of focusing on the Ork in front of him he takes a gander at what Morgana seems to be doing. He is impressed by the savageness of the female. "Hey Muradin! I know this is bad time but does she have a sister?" the distraction he has caused himself allows the Ork's blow to go unabated. The punch hits hard "GaAH" he shouts in pain as he lets go of the green bulky figure in front of him to grab at his side and kneels over. Urus is down but not out. He is not afraid about low blows in combat, and these are the correct circumstances if there ever were any to do what he is about to do. He raises his head, and bites down on its crotch. Assuming that packaging on an Ork and a human are in the same place like most humanoids, the Ork is going to have to reschedule family planning for a while after this.

"All right, what the hell is going on in here!" Oh, man, who called the cops?! Someone with a TASK badge just walked in! And it's not Kotal, so they're probably not cool with a massive brawl! Instead, it's Rayne Hurris that had just nearly burst through the door, and she is looking a lot less than pleased right now. Her right hand is hovering over her holstered blaster pistol, and is twitching as she watches the brawl in front of her. "Knock this crap off right now! Everyone /stand down/! If you want to fight, take it to the arena!" ...Maybe Rayne's been hanging around Kotal a bit too much.

Everybody around here listens to TASK, even creatures as dumb as these Orks.

The Ork getting slashed apart by Morgana stops just as he's about to raises his fists to smash her face in gorilla style. Also happening at the same time, Urus finds yet another difference between Orks and Orcs, in that these guys don't actually have any junk! The Ork grunts in pain as his loins are bitten but.. Urus won't be able to feel anything down there, I'm talking Barbie doll smooth.

Muradin also stops from brawling with his Ork, but rather than telling the TASK officer that he's standing down, he rushes over to Morgana because he knows she tends to go a little berserk when fighting. Well, this date went to hell quick.

The siren is indeed in the heat of frenzy, fighting always rouses her hungers. When the call of Raynes voice cuts through the roars and screams of the brawl and the ork stops mid strike, the siren hisses. Her fury is boundless and her lovely new dress is covered in blood. Her braid is mussed and the strand of pearls that had been wound into her braid is now broken and there are colored pearls loose on the floor. She arches herself in the orks grasp but when he lets go she is hanging there by her heels and talons. Only Muradins sudden appearance keeps her from taking advantage of the pause in the action to finish off the ork. She turns herself toward the dwarf and allows him to remove her from the ork.

Getting caught mid fight is a new thing for the mercenary. He tears down, getting his teeth off of the creature, but not before doing a little extra damage. He gets up, spiting whatever pieces of Ork he got out onto the floor then casualy walks up to Rayne. Slightly drunk off of both the adrenalin and the alcohol in his system. "Hello officer, no need to be here. . . we're just. . . having some fun. " putting his hand on her shoulder reassuringly.

Rayne is at first pleased to see that her request seems to be respected. There's definitely a bit of concern towards Morgana's frenzy... It's not something she's seen before, but she easily recognizes Muradin's efforts towards calming her for what they are. Urus' actions, however, seem to go a step to close as she quickly move a hand up to deflect this before he's able to get it onto her shoulder. There's definitely a displeased look there. Rayne does not like to be touched. "Like I said, you want to fight, take it somewhere less intrusive into the lives of regular citizens, like the arena." She turns her gaze from Urus towards the rest of the combatants. "This is a place for eating and socializing. Not for fighting. Break it up, take it to the arena or just stop."

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2015-10-14 (PostU) A Jello Shot in the Dark

2015-10-19T14:39:50Z

Wolfmaster97:

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Title = A Jello Shot in the Dark
|Summary = A quiet little chat between Urus and Minu. Urus makes sure that he has easy communications with the little owl and that she has enough ammunition.
|Who = [[Urus]], [[Minu]]
|Date = October 14, 2015
|Where = TASK Meeting Room.
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It was late evening, several hours after the meeting Kotal had called in the TASK building. In spite of being freshly released from the hospital, Minu could not sleep. Too many thoughts about the job at hand ran through her mind. Kotal had sent all the others off to various assignments but she couldn't help but feel there had not been enough information sent with them. Squinting some, still with out her glasses, the little elf sits at the big meeting table and taps at the computer set into it. A hologram of Harley Quin wavers above the table as does various lines of information. The soft scrape of a pencil on note pad can be heard as the little elf works to take down notes from the computer file. Yes one can easily print things out but she is a little bit of an old fashioned creature and is comforted by the written word, actually written. Having the memory that she does, the act of reading and writing this information sets it into her brain like cement.

Urus had been thinking of preparations for the work ahead, and considering Kotal's overabundance of powerful enemies. However one creature came to mind as he was planning, Minu. Although they were not kind to each other, Urus has started to feel connected to the elf. He decided that it might be nice to get something for her and have the ability to stay in touch, considering the over complication of task communications, and the sheer fact that he has no way to contact anyone, should the need arise. Gifts? calling for help? What has this place done to him. . . never the less the once solitary creature of the galaxy returns to task, bearing gifts for the little nose biter that he has grown fond of. Because of "new security protocol" and the fact he unofficially works here, he has to buzz in to gain entrance. "I am here to see ti. . . to see Minu" have to use first names and such with official business, damn regulations.

A buzz can be heard from locking mechanism of the front door and it clicks making it clear that access has been granted. Inside a fellow at a security desk looks the new comer over and nods, recognizing the hyena. "I think Miss Minu is upstairs." He taps in a few things at the computer on his desk, leaving the new comer to find his own way.

Urus climbs up the stairs to the meeting room, hoping that she is still there, otherwise its going to be difficult to find her in the massive building. meanwhile carrying his pile of assorted goods, a few plastic bags dangling on his wrist and under his arm carrying, 3 cases of lime jello? Had anyone looked at a grocery list of all the things he had now, people would wonder what someone would do with it, assuming they use it all at once. Urus opens the door to the meeting room with his free hand and looks inside before entering, the last thing he wants to do today is see more of Kotal. Gladly for him, Minu happens to be sitting there studying. "hello tiny bird, what are you up to?" he says as he makes sure that he closes the door behind him. Privacy in matters at hand was important.

When the door opened to the meeting room the little elf's head shot up and she blinked rather owlishly at the figure in the doorway. "You're back. I thought you had gone off looking for Harley." She tilts her head, looking at all the things in the hyenas hands. She frowns a little and rubs the bridge of her nose and then her eyes. She has a little headache from doing so much reading with out her glasses and when she looks up again she looks a little guilty, seeing as this is the very person who had been instructing her to rest and not strain herself for so many days.

The fact that the little elf is studying and straining herself is no longer an issue for Urus, she has a massive case of "I will do as I wish", to which there is no cure. The guiltiness on her face is enough to quell the last of his possible objections. He notices her squinting and rummages around in one of the bags as he walks over to the table and sets everything down, making sure not to cover anything she is working on. "I think first you may want to see." To which he pulls out a set of glasses from one of the bags. "there is absolutely no way I would trust person with vision problems, to use grenade." He says honestly and with a little cheekiness to the current situation. "man at shop said this should be close enough. . ."

Minu tilts her head and looks curiously at the hyena man as he sets the bags down. She squints at him again with a trifle of suspicion then her eyes go wide as he pulls out a glass case and opens it, revealing a pair of glasses inside. Hers had been broken beyond repair but she knew the lenses had been salvaged though she had forgotten to ask about them when she was released from the hospital. To be honest she thought they were lost. Evidently Urus had saved them. "Thank You Urus...goodness you don't know how much I appreciate this. I had mostly forgotten about them, until I needed to study of course." She blushes a little as she offers the man a smile and tries the glasses on. They were a perfect fit and the prescription seemed to match hers perfectly. "what else do you have there??" She asks now that she can see better.

Urus Gives a smile as she thanks him, "do not mention. It is fine." The stack of 3 cases of lime jello in the middle of the table was not a decoration. "this" he says patting the top of the stack "Is because I thought you missed hospital food." His poor jokes allowed to flourish in the absence of the god of party wrecking. "Kotal said you needed more practice, and that is what is for." Him looking slightly peeved that his new protege was not good enough for the god of war. "you remember yes, 4 stories, pull, 1,2,3, drop, 4,5, and problem is solved. At least that is that is what happens with normal people" remembering the bomb that leveled the DMC barely phased kotal by the time he got there.

The little elf tilted her head and looked at the jello then let out a girlish giggle "oh yes, I was already missing the hospital food terribly." She looks up at Urus then very seriously. "I remember, pull tab, 1, 2,3, dump 4,,5, splat! You think 4 stories up is high enough to be out of range of the explosion if it goes off?" She rubs her temple a bit then smiles "well then I will have to take to practicing from the roof since I think this is about a 4 story building. If I find other wise I will just find a window. I will practice Urus and I will keep on Kotal about at least getting a few. We deal with some very strong foes and I am not a god or even a warrior. Its been made sorta clear here recently. Now...whats in the bag?? More surprises?"

Urus Continues his lesson on grenade mechanics "yes 40 feet is enough to keep you safe, the average wounding radius is 33 feet so, it gives a bit of room for error, I would suggest though keeping error to a minimum. Would rather not find out what happens to owl caught in a grenade blast thank you." Saying it quite seriously. He goes back to rummaging around in a plastic bag for a few seconds then gets tired of it and dumps the contents onto the table. Some black garments and a decent sized box fall out in full view, the large black clothes he slides over out of immediate view as he takes the box and opens it with the claw on his index finger. "Have to admit, been very useful" he says as he holds up his claw. As he empties the box there is the light clatter as plastic hits the wood of the table. he holds up the plastic device, the body of it connected by a long wire to a one ear headset. "this is radio, do not need to tell what it does, I hope." As he attempts to put the headset on he struggles for a second or two, as the product was made for ease of use for more human like consumers. "I thought that I needed a way to communicate to you if I am somewhere else, since Kotal seems to be stingy with the comms devices here. One is for me and one is for you, If you do not mind I would like to keep big blue out of this, the last thing I need is him being with me all the times."

Minu nods her head as she listens. "I will be careful Urus and I will practice. I don't want to get hurt and I don't want to hurt my own people. I will take the numbers you have given me and do some study on them, so I can properly gauge where where and when to drop and how to get maximum effect with minimum chance of failure. I am not so hot headed as to go off and just blow stuff up with out checking for safety first." She watches as Urus fiddles with the back then up ends it. The clothing doesn't really interest her but the other things, the package that holds the communication devices, those are interesting. "You want to stay connected to me? I guess that makes sense. You should have access to someone here should you need to communicate. I am rather surprised Kotal didn't offer you some sort of radio." A little giggle comes from her as the hyena fumbles with the ear piece. She takes the second one and easily slips the thing over her pointed ear and tucks the bud inside that pale little shell. "I will not lie to Kotal, but I will not offer information to him about the radios unless he asks me directly. I work for him, I am his assistant but this can be between us for now." Her eyes go wide for a moment "Oh, I noticed that Kotal didn't send you off with much information. I was just taking some notes from what little was accessible on Harley. This system is not easy to figure out. I think who ever set it up , didn't really want the average TASK person reading files. I think I am gona have to find some books and do some research on computers. How to do more then just basically use them, but how to learn how to really get into them. If we need this information we are going to have to have access to it. Its why I like books better. Sorta hard to lock books away unless you use physical locks. " She reaches over and picks up the little page of notes she had made and hands them to Urus. "This is what I was able to get."

Urus looks approvingly as she mentions learning more about computers. " Back where I come from, the most dangerous people were the ones who could manipulate computers to their will. It may be a good Idea for someone to work on this." The small page intrigues him as that what what minu was working on when he got here. He takes the page and begins glancing over the small perfectly written notes. "this is great, more we know, easier it will be. I will make sure to put this information to good use" he begins to study and try to memorize the important things, thinking of leaving it with her in case there is someone else that needs the information. "Thank you, Minu. I hope when I return I will have a " a slightly evil smirk creeps onto his face "a practice target for you.." he takes his gun and places it down on the table, then takes the black garb he pushed away and begins layering a black hooded sweatshirt and black sweatpants over what he is already wearing. The only things visible outside of the new outfit are his furred hands and paws as well as his muzzle, darkening the rest of his face with shadow. "I hope that with this I can blend in with the night" as he points out one of the windows into the dark twisted street. "And that If she knows who I am, that I can keep her guessing until the last minute. " he hopes that the cheap new outfit will do wonders as he stakes out for Harley the next few nights.

Minu giggles a little at the mention of Urus bringing her a live target. "I wish you well on your hunt Urus. Stay safe. If you need me. I will keep the radio on so you will have back up if you need it. If you find anything else, information, or books that might be useful, bring them back to me ok?" She rises from her chair as he dresses. "take the paper with you. I already have it committed to memory if its needed."

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2015-10-17 (PostU) Of Drinks and Deities

2015-10-18T15:04:20Z

Wolfmaster97: When a fruitless search for harley ends in a trip to the UR, no one expected that religion would be the hot topic.

{{Logsummary|
Title = Of Drinks and Deities |Summary = When a fruitless search for harley ends in a trip to the UR, no one expected that religion would be the hot topic.
|Who = [[Urus]], [[Gogron]], [[Zelgadis]]
|Date = October 17, 2015.
|Where = Usual Restaurant
|Log=

Morning, yet another day in paradise, or at least twisted. The crisp morning air floats on a light breeze, causing a slight chill outside. The sun now peeking up over the horizon, the swirl of pink and yellow filling the sky. This would be a pretty scene to just take in and enjoy.
That is If you didn't stay up all night patrolling for Harley Quinn or any other people of interest. For Urus, this was just a colorful end to a fruitless night. The black sweatshirt and sweatpants he is wearing over his usual garb is stifling, layering on top of other clothing and fur. Disappointedly he walks into the Usual restaurant, the black garb covering most everything but his paws, hands and his slightly charred muzzle that pokes out from under the dark hood. He takes a seat at the bar and looks down it hoping that there are conversational companions after a boring hunt.

Zelgadis might not make the best of 'conversational parters' neccessarily, but he's...there at least. Sipping sake in the corner of the bar proper, a hood adorns and subsequently covers a good majority of his face as well. Boy, this guy needs some originality, huh? He does make the motions of peering over at the new arrival with a mild look on what of his face remains visible,

A brisk, brusque chill that does interesting things to evil-touched armor. When one burns the heart of a daedra into the raw living metal, does it feel pain? It certainly conveys cold- warmed by body heat, undoubtedly, but quickly crisped by cold. He shivers in the depths of his armor, his eyes squinted faintly against the faint wind. The cheery colors of the light just made it all so much worse, and he found himself grimacing, bracing his shoulders against the chill before the Usual Restaurant offers it's solace against both cheery colors and chill, and then he's in, releasing a slow breath into his hands. "Bah, colder than a Nord's tit out there. Blasted weather."

Urus takes a hand and whisks away the hood covering his hyena like head and turns his head to the one who sits near. "Hello, who are you, If I can ask" he says in his normal, thick Russian accent. He reaches under the sweatshirt and pulls out his submachine gun and places it on the bar. He then takes said garment off, Revealing the furred but slightly bulky body underneath, along with the bandolier and a small plastic communicator. That's the exact reason why he bought the clothing in the first place; it hid his more war like gear from those who are more cautious. He turns when he hears the orc's complaint. "Try space some time, that is colder than. . . " He pauses to try to figure out what the man had just said. After a second though easily gives up and finishes "whatever you just said" If there was one thing that he had learned in the short time he had been there was that there were a LOT of different ways of speaking depending on what realm you came from.

Zelgadis tilts his head slightly, regarding Urus as he goes through the motions. At the time, he says nothing. Addressing the firearm with a curt glance, he doesn't seem TERRIBLY plussed by it, at the moment. Looking back over at Urus he seems to be about to respond to the question at hand when he decides to once again pause as Urus responds to Gogron's prior assertation. He finally offers a hard to see, half-smile of sorts and speaks, "Zelgadis Greywers. At your service."

He's never seen a gun before but he can damn well recognize a weapon. That axe, the one he just produced? Big, glowing faintly, red. Reddish. Red-ish. Bit red. Glowing. Nasty looking, big two handed motherfucker. His eyes narrow, and he watches the yena warily, his face going through thin lips and thinner eyes for a long moment. Green skin poky toothed guy is seriously eyeing him, those surprisingly pretty burnished golden eyes locked on him. "Not sure what space is, unless you mean the general air about us, and it currently IS what is making my armor hate being worn by me, friend." He's still holding that axe, and really contemplating splitting skull, by the expression on his face. Is he, smiling?

Urus has taken off the baggy sweatpants by this time, revealing the rest of his gear. He puts the black garb down on the floor at the foot of his stool as he sits back down. As Urus listens to the orc, and notices the stare, he is unimpressed. He has tried to stare down a war god and survived. This thing can't be much worse. Then something intrigues him " your armor, does not like you?" he then shouts to ask any of the patrons in the restaurant, part jokingly but mostly serious. "when did armor developed feelings, does anyone know?" he leaves his gun where it lies despite the now two people staring at it. Zelgadis soon goes quiet as he becomes absorbed in his own thoughts.

A bit of a barking laugh, trailing off in something... just a bit confused. "I, keep forgetting none of you are, what could be considered local. Erm. No. It has the heart of a being of, great darkness melted into the metal itself. While it does not have a mind or soul per-se, if any armor had an opinion, it'd be- okay well if any would, it'd probably be the dwemer armors, come to think of it. That stuff's probably haunted. BUT, barring that, for negativity? Daedric." But then there's shouting around and there is, for a moment, a look, a hint, a spark, a flare of just, absolute, madness, there. This man isn't proud, he isn't arrogant, isn't fight-happy or short tempered. He's... insane.

Those impressive nostrils flare, and he flashes a sneer of a smile. "Oh. A joke. Haha. Very funny, yes." His fingers creak on the handle of the axe.

Urus guessing that the orc finding it funny is a good thing, insanity or not, decides to join in with his hyena like laugh, the cackle that all antelope learn to fear. " come, sit" he beacons as he pats the area of counter next to him. "Tell me one thing first though." He inquires "have you heard of a girl named Harley Quinn?" raising an eyebrow, hoping to get something useful. He orders up two shots of vodka deciding that it may be a good Idea to make a few friends outside of TASK. What better way to do that than buying someone a drink?

The axe comes out here, and the butt THUDS on a nearby table. He's sort of, quivering? Maybe he's not finding it funny. Maybe not. Probably not. His words were actually still amicable, but it's a shivery, forced thing. "I don't know them. I don't know anyone but the Lord Kotal and a handful of drifting dreams." His hand creaks on the axe, but after a bit he walks towards the bar and, laboriously, manages to sit down on his stool. His eyes are red rimmed and just a bit crazy. "Don't know no Harley Quinn. Only Lord Kotal, who has delivered me from this place and given my life structure. He has told me I am not fallen, and I cannot doubt the word of a god." A deep, shaky breath.

The fact that the Orc had no info on Harley is not surprising, it seems to be a recurring event. Ask about Harley, absolutely no information. Oh well, sooner or later he will find her, and when he does there is going to be hell to pay. He listens carefully, until Kotal's name is brought up. He snickers, then bursts into hyena like laughter again for about 5 or 6 seconds. "whoo! I am sorry, but believe me when I say that Kotal is not best man to listen to. He is most arrogant, self-serving man I have met. He makes me look good in comparison. He may be a god, but he is far from someone to trust for long." as he finishes the statement the drinks come by. He holds one for himself, and one out to the orc, raising his in toast. "To the art of Battle!"

The axe is up, the butt going WHUNPHTK upon the edge of the bar, his lips pulled back. And you know what? His gums are purple. It's kinda cool actually. Purple gums. Oh and also snarling totally insane rageface orc, there's that too. "YOU. WILL. NOT. /SPEAK/. OF. HIM. SO." Okay the axe is in more of a chop-you-up position now, and there are little flecks of saliva, churned to a bit of foam at the edge of his mouth. Looks like he's spilled his shot. How rude! But he's lost for the moment to the intricacies of social mores. "You will show obeisance to he who is known as the Lord of Battle, you WILL rescind your words, or face the concequences of your actions!" For a man who professed not to be overly religious before he supposedly died and came back sure seems invested now. Huh.

Great now Kotal has a fan club, this place couldn't get ANY better. . . Urus decides to be matter of fact with the Orc, the last thing he needs is to expend energy on battle about Kotal of all things. Despite this though the hyena responds to the orcs anger with a bit of his own."Do you see this!" he says pointing at the massive hand shaped burn on his muzzle. " I was given mark by Kotal Kahn himself, I am sorry if truth hurts your fantasy of gods that are always benevolent, but believe me when I tell you that he does not give Rat's ass about us. I asked once, why I died and came here. None of my concern, was verbatim what he told me." He knocks back his shot as he finishes his rant."there are many gods around here. Some have been better than others. . . " Urus replaces the sling that holds his submachinegun where it usually lays.

"Benevolent? Benevolent? He is a GOD of BATTLE you silly pup! Where is room for /benevolence/ there! Arrogant mongrel!" He is all snarls and flicked dismissive hand gestures, his fist hitting the bartop. WHUNK! "He gave, a damn, about me. What god would do that? Do you scorn him for spurning you? Perhaps you failed to show him the deference he deserved." A dismissive gesture, his breathing heavy. And then a hand, across his face, curled into claws and a snarl, muffled. "I can't- I can't. Too much, too... long... ngh."

"The god is just as mortal as you or me, he is the one who should learn." Urus remarks and is actualy heated in the argument in religion. Which is very strange for him, but the personal connection to the person in question is feeding the anger. the dismissive gestures forces him to roll his eyes, but then he does a double take when the Orc seems to be having a personal problem. His full attention and new curiosity raised, the Hyena waits, hoping to see what sort of mystery the orc is trying to hide.

His snarl is weak, his eyes mostly closed, a hand before his face. His mutter is thin and a little reedy. "It matters, not, right now. If he has, umbrage with you he will, have, umbrage with you himself." He looks towards the door, a certain strange manic shiver to him. "I have to go." A laborious swallow, his throat jumping, and he grunts, looking at the hyenaman with wide, slightly dilated eyes.

As Gogron dismisses himself there is a look of burrowing curiosity from Urus. A penetrating look that attempts to find what he is looking for, but to no avail. There is something about this Orc, this warrior that he fears within himself. He will have to meet up again with this heavily armored warrior. For the first time his curiosity of the realm has overwhelmed him. He is going to be pondering this man for a while. He lets the man go, for now. If it is something to which Urus knows well in himself to get enrobed in anger or combat to the point of senselessness, he may be able to help this green figure. This is an expedition to do on one's own time. If anyone would know, it's the one they were fighting about. . .Kotal.

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Urus

2015-09-14T20:15:10Z

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|Name={{Urus Deravin}}
|Series=Original
|Class=Mercenary
|Alignment=Neutral
|Gender=Male
|Species=Hyena-Human hybrid
|Age=32
|Birthdate=August 13, 2106
|Height=6'1"
|Weight=187lbs
|Short=A walking talking hyena with a sick sense of humor.
|Desc=The creature before you is what happens when science allows man to mix human DNA with animals. It seems the example before you comes from hyena stock. At 6’1” he’s taller than your average person, mostly due to his long digitigrade legs which seem too thin near the ground to hold up the rest of it up, but gets bigger and more natural looking near the thighs. The legs end in large paws, falling slightly short but much wider than a human’s foot. From each of his four toes sprouts sharp obsidian black claws. A dewclaw extends a few inches up on the inside his “foot”. His body seems neither overly muscular, nor does it seem thin, bringing minor bulk and no extra definition. Similarly built arms end in normal five fingered hands with the exception of more obsidian black claws on the ends of each of the fingers. A short tail grows out from the waistline. the other portion of his extended height is a mildly elongated neck. A hyena’s head caps the figure, two brown eyes staring back. Vicious looking pointed teeth fill the large mouth. A thin, long scar runs down from His nose to its cheekbone. Meanwhile two pointed ears stand atop the head, the right one appearing to have a sizable chunk torn from it. The entire mass is covered top to bottom in course, dirty brown fur. Medium sized black spots randomly spatter the brown canvas. %r As for clothing it seems sparse, the outfit looking more at home at an NRA meeting than for actual combat. Snow camo cargo pants are worn just below the waistline seeming to be dropped that far for the reason of baring the tail. It fits loosely around the legs, stopping at the ankle. Its several velcroed pouches seem full, two are placed on the outside of each lower leg, one on either side, large enough to fit an entire hand in. two thin pouches are positioned on the upper left leg, parallel, one right next to the other. A black leather bandolier hangs from his left shoulder, the bottom most portion of it laying at the opposite hip. It is lined all the way around with small 9mm pistol ammunition. Upon his face a pair of silver mirrored sunglasses sits, anchored by the nose pieces and the arms that fit tightly to his wide cheeks.
His weapon of choice is draped by a sling on his right shoulder, the weapon itself settling where his left hand naturally lies. The weapon itself is an MP5SD-N1, an internally silenced version of the Venerable MP5 German 9mm submachinegun. A solid titanium stock hangs out behind him like a second tail. The entire matte black weapon is covered in silver scratches from front to back. If one looks closely the letters L and D are etched in, the silver metal showing through. The lettering superimposed upon one another, just above the chamber.

|Skills=Abilities:

Savage Bite: hyenas have an extremely strong bite force up to 1100 psi (the force to crack a human skull is around 400 psi)

Side effects to a recipiant can include but is not limited to bruises, internal and/or external bleeding, pain at the application site, broken bones, and in serious cases death. Call your doctor if side effects persist.

Unretractable claws: Urus like his natural bretheren have sizeable sharp claws on the hands and feet.

Skills:

Marksmanship: Urus is well trained with ranged weapons, being able to use most ranged weapons effectively such as rifles or pistols, and to a lesser extent objects such as crossbows, any weapon with a trigger mechanism that is point and shoot.

Hand to hand combat: Urus has extensice knowledge and experience with grappling and disarming techniques used by modern military forces.

Survival: Between his animal instincts and training, living off the grid in the middle of nowhere for extended periods of time is a cakewalk for him.

Language training: Originaly speaking Russian from a young age he has also learned english moderatly well as to be able to speak with the majority of the other space faring humans.

First aid: he has knowledge of how to heal light wounds and set broken bones in the feild. he does not however have a medical license of any kind nor does he have the knowlege to heal anything else really.

|Stats=PHYSICAL ABILITY: 6

KNOWLEDGE: 5

MAGICAL KNOWLEDGE: 0

SUPERHUMAN ABILITY: 0

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==Background==
The year is 2138 (at least on earth). The human race has learned the art of advanced space travel and has inhabited several different worlds, and with the expansion of "Civilization", the law has been unable to keep up. In the outer worlds the rule of thumb is "Anything can be aquired, For the right price". Many loners, unscrupulus individuals, and people who are looking for a quick buck have made this their profession of choice. Because of the dangers posed by transporting such material, escorts or esseentialy armed guards were needed to keep both the cargo and the smugglers safe.

The problem being that there are a lot of these people who are looking to make a quick buck, and not enough jobs to go around. Urus Deravin was one of those people. Born in a primarily russian off world colony, manners were never his strong suit. He specialized in close combat and was usualy hired on as an escort for the smugglers in case of complications. After years of work he was phased out by better geared and and younger escorts. Down on his luck he searched furiously to find some way to get his life back.

He came across the Zouhtech genetics lab, who were known for having strange experiments being tested every day of the year. They told Urus that they would pay him for a test. By using hyena DNA they said it would make him stronger, smarter and more instictual. seeing the possibility of aquireing an edge in the escort market again as well as being paid, he agreed to go along with the test. The test did what is was meant to do, with unforseen side effects he was stronger but his body morphed and changed becoming a hybrid of both man and hyena. The test also warped his mind, as he started to act more like the creature he now resembled.

his new form, despite being strange for some people got him noticed for larger and more risky jobs. As of late his last job was an armored ship that was said to have a prince's inheritance in wealth aboard, and that half would be his if he was able to secure it. what he didn't know was that the guards aboard were ready for that type of situation. They were armed with ion disruptors, which were said to destroy objects so completely that there is no discernible trace that the object even existed. The law of matter is that matter cannot be created or destroyed, so where does it go? Hazard a guess on where!?
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