Vile Vox - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
19/3/477
Log
Shantytown is extremely quiet beyond the sounds of someone beating something. The sound repeats itself over and over again with various degrees of aleration, ad occasionally an "oof" or sound of anger can be heard accompanying it. Along the entrance to an alley a group of five beings of various sizes have pinned a rat of average stature, holding his arms still while one of them works his gut. "Just give up Johnny you ain't got nothing left to live for. Just join us, your boys are all good as dead right now, they aint got their no good monster of a soulless leader to stand up for them, you "gifted" punk."
Arimia was in Shanty Town herself, nothing unusual about that. As she was making her rounds through the hovels she heard the sounds comming from the alley, which drew the small, pink raccoon toward it. She slips into the shaddows of the alley, then moves to lean on a wall, near enough to the group to perhaps cause some worry. The small 'coon, her cloak pulled about her and hood raised, speaks up then. "Well. This hardly looks friendly or fair. I must commend you on that last point, but the first could use a bit of work. Ain't like we ain't got enough enemies outside the town without makin' more inside it, yeah?"
Angus was making his way near shanty town, going through his evening patrol when he heard the sounds of the commotion, breaking from his path to investigate the source of the sounds to sate his curiosity. He makes his way to the allyway, stopping a few feet away to look over the situation before he puts his hands on his hips, before speaking. "This a private party or can anyone join?"
Kalt was joining Angus on his patrol this day, her arms and armors prepared as usual when they hear the commotion. She's quick to follow after, doing her damndest to keep up with him until arriving not long after. Her gaze quickly traveling to all of the individuals as her left hand begins to tighten onto the hilt of her sword. "... Lookin' like it's bein' a lil'public an' all..."
Cedric isn't really entirely sure what he's doing in Shanty Town. Just taking a stroll probably, since he's been away from the city for a while. He is, of course, prepared for trouble given his tendency to wander headfirst into trouble that is 'None of His Business' while in Shanty Town. Clad in dark silver armor and his spear behind his back, he traverses the road through the city. And... of course, he would stumble across something that is decidedly none of his business. "Wonderful." the badger says as he approaches the scene just behind Angus and Kelt. "I guess things haven't changed much while I was away, huh?"
Violence? In Shanty Town? Nothing too surprising, but Dio was curious if a certain new gang could be part of the trouble. It could also be a wonderful opportunity to test the tower shield hoisted across his back, complimented by a spear in his hand. Witnessing the commotion, the lion peers at their bodies, recognizing a familiar tattoo. Since some others are joining on in, he decides to holster his shield and clank the bottom portion upon the ground next to the others. "What're ya doin' beatin' up a poor ol' rat," he questions, peeking out from his shield. "I got some questions to ask. Yer part o' those Vox folk, ain't ya?"
The alarming amount of people surrounding their little get together causes the group of beings to tense up and ease off of Johnny, one of them keeping their hand on his shoulder, propping him to the wall the look rather casual. "What? Nah we's bein friendly. This is just a little get togetha ween friends see, ain't nothing to worry about." a tall and rugged bald eagle says as he looks over the pink raccoon. A small roach folk gives Kalt a wink as he watches the two foxes, and the rest of the eye the arriving heavily armored folks. "There are a lot of yah, what brings you all by here?" says a fat rat terrier. Johnny looks like he might say something, and then is gripped rather tightly by the eagle, which prompts him to say "I gots somewhere to be, right now. You guys think you can keep my friends company?". The rat gets a few glares, and Dio is completely ignored.
Arimia reaches up with her metallic arm and pushes the hood on her cloak back, a scowl on her features. "Let the rodent go, first. An' don' even try to pull one over on me." She walks over and, with that same metal hand, grabs the wrist of the hand on Johnny's shoulder, pulling it away. "As I said, we got enough enemies outside of the town to worry 'bout." She waves her normal arm toward Angus as she says this. Surely just a coincidence. "We don' need to be makin' more among ourselves." Directing her gaze toward Johnny she says, "An' we don' need to be givvin' clan folk an excuse to be commin' out here. Yeah?"
Angus frowns as the Eagle speaks, spinning a tale as he crosses his arms and watches Arimia walk in to free the Rat from the grip of the Eagle. An eyebrow raises as Arimia gestures towards him, a thin smile appearing on the foxes muzzle as he taps his claws against the fabric of his shirt, keeping silent for the moment as he regards the situation.
Kalt growls lowly at the winking roach, her hand tightening in anticipation around the handle of her sword as she glares at them. Her tail flicks slightly at Arimia's mention of clan folk, working to not pay her much heed before looking back to Angus. "... They ain't lookin' like they got a lick'a sense between 'em. Think they'll go an' wise up to run?"
Cedric takes another glance around at the scene, shrugs to himself, and walks around the gathering in an attempt to continue down the road in the other direction upon deciding that he doesn't really care what happens here, and doesn't really want to get involved anyway.
Arimia says, "Or so you think."
Dio starts gently raising his shield up and down, making annoying metallic clanking sounds along with a bit of scraping here and there. "What yer gang 'as been doin' is sick," he proclaims, caring not that he's been ignored. Nothing like a one sided conversation. "Cuttin' off tongues, flayin' people an' leavin' 'em in the streets. An' now beatin' up this fellow right 'ere."
Daniel didn't have a place that he could call home as of late. The passing seasons have been harsh on the little mouse, and while they have taken their toll on him, they have also toughened him up. His hair was longer, his body was more lithe, and he was even sporting a couple of scars due to his choice of, or rather lack of, living conditions. One is even along the bridge of his nose, running over his eyes. Blinking his milky white eyes and twitching his whiskers, his head turns toward the sound of commotion and voices, the little mouse props himself up on his old, busted staff and creeps his way towards it, opposite of the rest of the group. Keeping himself in the shadows, he crouches behind a pile of scrap wood, but anyone perceptive would be able to see his blind eyes shining slightly in the dim light.
The rat offers a smile to Arimia, saying "Of course not, just need to make sure something is safe." before he is elbowed by a terrier. "Yeah maybe you're right miss." the dog says looking to Arimia. "Not so friendly as it turns out, we did have a little dispute and we were workin it out, mabe we should all sit down and have a chat, spend a good long while working out the dents." Angus and Kalt are given a few looks as Arimia points to them, but Dio is given a few agast looks. "We don't do anything like that, that's awful stuff man." Johnny begins to move away from the alley and his hand is taken by the terrier. "Oh come on, we just offered to talk, you're going to turn us down?"
