Kitsune Kaper Kapture - RPLOG
Participants
Date
13/2/478
Log
It is late evening outside the city jail and a small contingent of guards is waiting at the doors. The officer in charge, a heavy clanned bull with a sergeant's insignia on his shoulder frowns around, alternately at the darkness of the evening and his men, who seem a rather strange assortment. There is a remarkably fat wombat, a mouse who is swimming in a uniform obviously too large for him and an okapi who stands unusually tall. The bull look awfully nervous about all this.
"Why so timid?" Comes a voice as Lucasiel approaches, the metal-shod feline heard before she's seen. "We will be fine." She's without her axe today, but far from unarmed, and coming to a stop near the guards. "Do you expect outside trouble?"
Yvls makes his way onto the scene with a large cloak draped around him covering what else he might have brought to the party. He studies the situation for a bit and decides that it is worth staying, bowing his head politely to the contingent. "Need extra escorts, then? We're safe, I promise."
Angus tightens his weapons belt, making sure his rapier is secure. "So how long do you think your ship will be in dry dock?" He asks the shark beside him curiously, flashing them a smile before he notices that they where here at the jail. "Good evening." He greets the sergeant, ears flicking as he eyes the situation.
Despite the lack of ice, the mad Mare arrives in an impressive spray of snow! (Chalk it up to a blend of air and water magic.) After the flakes settle, Dupree can be seen standing in a pile of ice-dust, and looking uncommonly...well, brutish. Strapped on her head is a protective leather cap, and she wears a bulky sweater-and-hose uniform with her name stitched on the back, and some thick leather gloves. Most uncharacteristic, though, is the look on her face--a big, dumb grin (with a couple of teeth blacked out by stage makeup) and a hint of bloodlust in her eye.
"Hah! You call this a goon squad? Not an enforcer among the bunch!" she laughs, banging the blade of her L-shaped stick on the ground.
Serana blinks as the horse makes her entrance "Well..." he gives the mare one final glance before returning his attention to the fox "She's probably going to be spending a couple months, if no a year or two in the docks. Crew's either been sent home or they're finding jobs amongst the citizens of Firmament. As I had expressed before, she was badly roughed up." the shark responds, flicking his tail some as he eyed where he was a bit curiously "Another Jail?"
The bull, to his credit, only starts a little when Lucasiel emerges from the darkness into the ring of torchlight around the prison. "Good," he rumbles, "You're here!" He looks around at the arriving Freeswords with a habitual looking frown, which deepens when he sees Angus, but relaxes when he sees the nobleman's scars and distinctive markings.
"Can't be too careful," he says, "We're transporting one of those crazy shape shifting foxysunes!" He nods at his motley assortment of odd guards. "No canines allowed in the guard contingent, specially no foxes," he explains, "Then I had to pick some fellas who were pretty distinctive so the fella who got away the other day can't go imitating none of us!" He looks around solemnly to be sure everyone is listening before he goes on. "Prisoner hasn't told us nothing about her partner or how she broke into the jail and sprung him," he says, recognizing a couple of the freeswords as those who helped out before, "We got her all trussed up, so she ain't going to do no running, but her partner is still out there. Fella from the spook squad is supposed to take her into custody, but we gotta her across the city to his place. Any questions before we get the prisoner and go?" The bull has left out a lot of details in his hurry to get moving, but who can blame him?
"I..." Dupree stalls, scratching her leather cap with the blade of her stick. "Run that by me again, coach.
Lucasiel glances amongst the others before nodding at the bull. "Ahhh. So that's where we're taking them," she murmurs, mostly to herself. "Well, we shall certainly get them there. Just make sure you keep a full perimeter around them so that nobody gets close. I would like to take up the rear, so I can keep them in my line of sight at all times."
"Seems like we have enough men here. I'll just take the front, then." The lynx scratched at one of his large, tufted ears in a disinterested fashion. "Can I ask why he was in jail? Just so I know what I'm dealing with. Know thy enemy, know thyself..."
Angus crosses his arms as he notices the bulls frown, relaxing as soon as the situation is revealed. "You're dealing with a Kitsune? Well this is going to be intresting at least." His ears flick as he looks around to inspect the others, before speaking again. "I'll keep my distance away from the prisoner since it seems I'm the only fox here."
"I..." Dupree stalls, scratching her leather cap with the blade of her stick. "Run that by me again, coach." She frowns and furrows her brow...then sucks on her teeth for a minute. "No, wait, scratch that. This is all too complicated. Who do I hit?" she enthuses, 'hugging' the stick for a moment while she cracks her gloved knuckles for emphasis.
Serana frowns "He was in for some petty stuff, Robbery, some trickery. Scamming." He tilts his thumb to the bird "She tried to bust him out, thinking herself the good partner." he gives her a dark look "I honestly think we should break her legs, yeah we would have to carry her, but it would also make it harder for our feathery friend here to vanish with her partner, if her partner would ever decide to come back for her." the shark replies "He could just leave her to us, find himself a new kitsune to bed and enjoy."
"The first guy?" the Bull asks Yvls, then nods at Serana's explanation, "the shark there has the right of it. Con man and petty thief. Dunno why his lady friend was so fired up to get him out. Woulda just been a couple weeks of hard labor, then he'd be free. As it is, both of em are in big trouble for the jailbreak." He looks worried for a second. "Not to mention that it's damn eerie the way she can just change her face like that," he half whispers, "Scares me near to soilin' myself."
The sergeant waves to the tall okapi, who ducks into a low door. After a moment, he returns with a wheeled dolly, and a petite figure strapped to it. The crow woman is bound hand and foot and everywhere else as well! Her mouth is covered with a leather mask and a thick blindfold. Even with all that, she manages to look rather smug. "Just don't let anybody near the prisoner," the bull affirms as his men take up the nearest positions.
Lucasiel moves around to the back, to remain behind the prisoner and the rest of the group so that she may keep her eyes on anything that might happen. "They won't be escaping. With luck, maybe their friend will come to the rescue. Then we can catch them both. On your ready," she says, adjusting her helmet and making sure her sword is secure at her side.
