Mysterious Mister O Strikes Again - RPLOG
Participants
Date
17/2/479
Log
It is a warm, breezy day in Firmament, and the calls of seabirds fill the air this close to the docks. The invitation said to show up here at this warehouse. So this is the place, and this is the time. A number of curious beings, all holding similar invitations are making their way along the alleys that lead to this secluded spot. The warehouse seems unremarkable from out here, and the large main doors are closed, but an immense gator in an ill fitting suit is waiting by a side door and taking tickets.
From a small side alley comes a quick, hissed voice. "Hey! Over here!"
Rokarion was idly walking down the streets of Firmament next to his partner, Zuri. The plant being was for once dressed up for the occasion, a ruffled white shirt with a dark green cravat and a matching dark green coat and trousers, with two blade scabbards hanging from his sides. The young flower looked nothing if not the archetypical swashbuckler in his outfit. As he got near the location, the plant's head titled towards the source of the strange voice, "Wait but a moment, my blue jewel. I am going to nip off to that alleyway." And without a moment's hesitation, Roka gracefully marched towards the source of the voice, a hand at his rapier.
Zuri follows after Rokarion, smiling brightly at him. Feels good to be out and about, even if this is likely to turn sour like the last time they followed one of these invitations to an anonymous warehouse. He's dressed fancily, a tailcoat worn over a frill shirt, matching trousers and black leather shoes. Dressed to impress! He doesn't have the time to be surprised by the voice from the alley when Roka makes him blush. He clears his throat and looks at the other members of the group, gauging their reactions.
Bazalt walks along a grin on his Muzzle-last time he thought it was a strange party this time... the wolf knew what to Expect, and was rahter cheerily padding along, invite in hand. The wolf was just about to turn outta an alley when he heard the voice, Ears perked he frowns and looks about, looking from Zuri to Rokarion as the plant leaves "Hrrnn.. Gets intresting before we even enter.."he then shrugs and Heads in the direction it seems the voice is comming from.
Molly doesn't seem to have dressed herself any more for this than a usual day's work, wandering around in her set of brown and greys. She glances down uncertainly at her invitation, eyes darting around the others in attendance before selecting one to latch onto for the evening, scurrying over to the wolf with her tail flicking anxiously as she creeps along, toward the voice.
Dressed in a green and gold, high-collared shirt and a matching skirt, Rixo looked all the part of a classy lady. Maybe not so much the dainty maiden kind, but a refined woman all the same. The panda had no weapons on her, but who needed those for a party? She almost didn't even notice the voice calling out during her approach, but she does, and it's enough to give her pause and a turn of her head.
"... Hey, big guy!" the words ring out behind Bazalt as there's a sudden poke at his back - By a finger, that is. Behind the wolf stands Levin, his ever present grin splayed across his face as he looks up to his canine friend. The Otter's wearing his sunday best and by that it means he's wearing a clean pair of trousers, unsullied with the stench of brine from his work on the docks, and a stark white shirt that rests under his sleeveless vest that his bronze soul pendant shines against. "Who's the girl you got there? Hmmm?" he asks with a cock of his brow, quickly circling away from the wolf both to get a better look at Molly and avoid any potential smacks from him. "Levin Swiftfisher, a pleasure to meet ya', missy." the otter introduces himself with a curt bow.
Cirra heard about good food and drink, and if there's one thing this shark is, it's a gourmet. She rumbles softly as she makes her way mutely to the gala. She's traded her normal oilskin coat for one more befitting a former Acting Lieutenant on a merchant vessel. That is, she's wearing a midshipman's uniform, but with slightly fancier trimmings. She looks over the crowd gathered, tapping her choker and glad the creator wetsuit is pretty well hidden under her uniform.
The voice from the alleyway belongs to a tall, silver furred fox. "Can't talk long," he says quietly, "Don't want the croc to get suspicious. I can't stop everyone going in, but you lot look like you might be able to handle yourselves." He looks from side to side, making sure no one else is around. "Listen," he says, "The host of this little soiree is a Lockedjaw from Ishara and I have reason to believe he is up to no good. I can't get in myself. No ticket. But I could use some eyes inside. You let me know what he is up to and I'll make it worth your while." The nervous fox stares at the group with piercing, dark eyes. "Well?" he asks, "What are you waiting for?"
Rokarion eyes the fox as he speaks before shrugging pushing a finger on the fox's chest, leaning closer to whisper. His piece said, Rokarion turns around and walks back towards the warehouse with Zuri, "Don't cause too much trouble, will you Bazalt?" the flowerling comments idly before movng closer towards Zuri, "So, any reason why another part is being hosted? One would think that the mysterious O had nothing better to do."
Zuri stays close to Rokarion. He looks up at the plant being and smiles. "Well, best case scenario, it's just an awesome party! Worst cast scenario, they're doing naughty things again and we're here to stop them!" He says the last bit on a low voice, giving Rokarion a wink as if he was telling him the cleverest secret. He fishes for his invite as he heads towards the door, raising it up at the croc in order to gain admission.
Bazalt nods "i see.. so it is what I thought.." he nods, and smiles abit-raisring a Brow As Rokarion adresses him. "well i'm hardly gonna make a scen-oh..Levin?" he the blinks "huh-been a while how'r you doi-" he then spots Molly and blinks "uhhh..Hi?" he nods TO Cirra and Just blinks again "well, now I feel underdressed..." he adds after looking at everyones outfit.
The little rabbit's head swivels around, ears shooting up straight and stiff at the sudden introduction of their otter friend. Her posture straightens up proper, the girl folding her hands behind her back to give herself a more respectable appearance. "Molly, m'sir," she says, giving the otter a curtsey in return, "pleasure's all mine!" She gives him a smile and bow of the head before turning up to return the look to Bazalt, her smile turning more sheepish, giving him a curtsey as well. She seems a bit uneasy to hear the silver furred being speak, offering no reply beyond a scuffling of feet to put herself behind Levin.
"My, what a pleasant lass ya' are! Bazalt, you're actually making friends with -good- folk. I'm impressed!" he otter says as he beams up at his canine friend. After giving Bazalt a quick pat on the back he turns his attention fully to the little rabbit, "So I take it you're here for the food too, huh?" he asks as he yanks out a very crumpled invitation from an inner pocket of his vest "It's a little strange honest, but hey, who am I to pass up good eats?"
