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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>The streets of shanty town are quiet in the winter coolness. Along one of the prominent streets waits Amos Longtooth, leaning against a shabby building. The shabby tom cat fits right in with his tattered coat and milky, scarred eye. Standing beside him is a very nervous looking reindeer.<br> <br>Walkings up to shanty town and the familiar and hopefully not about to strike him Amos, is Thelergramor. Currently all wolfy again, what with the fur and ears pokeing from behind his plague mask. Armed and such, using his spear almost like a walking stick. All shirtless, with a red scarf and olive-brown pants worn on them legs, he approaches the Amos. "Hey, Amos. How's it going?"<br> <br>Kits tended to, Eriene keeping an eye over them, Ruby helping her. With her staff at her side, Mirana looks about. She didn't have much in the way of fond memories of this place, nor much good will toward Amos, but, what better way to see what was going on than to actually see. "Greetings Sir Longtooth, you made a request for some assistance?" She asks.<br> <br>Rainer is just... sittin' on a roof. The roof of the shack against which a certain shabby tabby is leaning. Holds one finger up over his lips should eyes drift his way, motioning for compliance in keeping his presence a secret, the sneaky pete. But why? ...Personal amusement, probably.<br> <br>Dressed in more...plain off-whitesarong and robes than her usual wont, Surabhi draws up to the gathered crowd, hooves in the mud and a distant look on her face. She hadn't been here since they narrowly averted the riots. She felt a bit guilty for not doing more to help out here...but that's what she was here for, wasn't it? |
| + | Kit bag on one hip, hand on the other, the large Bovine draws up to the gang. "Back here again, hm?" she muses to nobody in particular, a wry smile crossing her wide muzzle. She offeres a nod to the unfamiliar faces, and then--"You again!" directed at Thelergramor. "Keep yourself safe this time, hmm? I've only got so many bandages with me!" she playfully scolds.<br> <br>Dropping from the sky, Cassidy is alone today! Her usual companion not at her side, the well dress, masked fennec shuffles towards the group and adjusts her tophat. "Hello, hello! Nice to see you all today," she says with a cheery tone. "What's happening today?"<br> <br>Amos looks around as the beings gather. His habitual frown deepens when he sees Thelergramor, and the sour look does not sweeten as he watches the others draw near. "I guess this is all we'll get to work with," he rasps, "Get down here pup, let's get this ball rolling." He does not bother to look up as he addresses Rainer, as if it is the most normal thing in the world for him to spy out sneaky roof wolves. | ||
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| + | Amos gives a dry cough and drags the big blue reindeer with him forward. "Our boy Hartford here stumbled across something the other day," he says, "And you folks are here to check it out." The scarred cat gives the reindeer a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "The big guy here has been invited to join a secret society and to bring some worthy friends along," he explains, "You are all to infiltrate this meeting and learn what you can about the society." He looks around at the group and bares his teeth in a lopsided grin, showing the one, oversized fang that is his namesake. "We just need to know if it is anything more than a club," he rasps, "Can't be too careful with all these Old One cults floating around." | ||
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| + | "But, Mister Amos, sir?" Hartford protests, "I told you! They said only Reindeer could join the Brotherhood of the Frozen Antler!" The reindeer looks askance at the gathered beings. No deer and three females!<br> <br>Thelergramor answers Surabhi first: "I'll be fine, Surabhi. It's been forever since I've been stabbed." Nods and turns to Cassidy. "Hey, Cass. Good to see you." Then to Mirana, he nods. Yup. Just a nod to the woman who fixed his knee several months ago... Eh, he's smiling, but masked. A wave to Rainer and then he peers at Amos and Hartford. "So, Reindeer and males only, is what I'm getting. Could always go all basilisk and claim I'm a reindeer..." He shrugs, a viable plan... "Until they ask to see the non basilisk things..."<br> <br>Mirana shakes her head. More meetings in darkness and such. "Only Reindeer humm? Not my particular specialty, sneaking and such." She says with a fair bit of quietness. Looking over as Cassidy and Surabhi join in. "Doesn't match my particular skill sets, quite appologetic. Maybe things will work out though?" She offers, pondering if it would be best to head back into the city proper.<br> <br>"Aw." As bidden, Rainer gets to his feet and hops down to street level with the rest, bobbing and weaving his way around the various other beings and settling in at Theler's side, fixing his fellow lupine with a toothy grin and he stretches arms way up over his head and then folds them back behind his head. "Ey, this is Shanty Town. I bet we can scrounge up some stuff to make disguises in no time flat. Besides, secret society cult brotherhood order things always meet in really dark places where it's easy to blend in, right?"<br> <br>Surabhi snorts at Amos impatiently, crossing her arms under her bust. "So, you knew this...and didn't bother sayin' it in the call for help? Either you better have a damn good reason for wastin' a bunch of good beings' time." | ||
| + | After her little rant, some of the tenion drains from her face, and she looks to Hartford a bit guiltily. "I'm sorry. It's not right for me to lose my temper like that, but seems your taskmaster hasn't thought this through..."<br> <br>Cassidy frowns a little and shakes her head. "Yes, I'm no deer. Nor am I male. I mean, I could probably kitsune myself into looking boyish, but... Hmm. I can't do deer, sorry," she says with a shrug. "But hello, Thel. I can probably go fetch my old beggar disguise, too, if needed."<br> <br>Amos snorts and shakes his head. "I am very aware, Hartford," he rasps, raising an eyebrow at Surabhi's outburst, "And I have made arrangements." The scarred feline gives the group a knowing smirk. Honestly he looks a little relieved when Mirana leaves. He opens the door to the shabby building beside the group. "It was necessary to avoid mentioning the reindeer in the call," he says, "but I have been given special dispensation to use a temporary fleshcrafter." He ducks inside and gestures to the others to follow. Inside is a nondescript black box big enough for a large being to stand inside comfortably. "Step inside one at a time and we can get this operation underway," he rasps.<br> <br>Thelergramor scratches at his head... and mask. "Uh... Temporary fleshcrafting, yeah?" Grumbles something about creator insanity... "I mean, it'll work but... Someone else want to go first?" Doesn't trust it. Quite obvious in his tone. | ||
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The streets of shanty town are quiet in the winter coolness. Along one of the prominent streets waits Amos Longtooth, leaning against a shabby building. The shabby tom cat fits right in with his tattered coat and milky, scarred eye. Standing beside him is a very nervous looking reindeer.
Walkings up to shanty town and the familiar and hopefully not about to strike him Amos, is Thelergramor. Currently all wolfy again, what with the fur and ears pokeing from behind his plague mask. Armed and such, using his spear almost like a walking stick. All shirtless, with a red scarf and olive-brown pants worn on them legs, he approaches the Amos. "Hey, Amos. How's it going?"
Kits tended to, Eriene keeping an eye over them, Ruby helping her. With her staff at her side, Mirana looks about. She didn't have much in the way of fond memories of this place, nor much good will toward Amos, but, what better way to see what was going on than to actually see. "Greetings Sir Longtooth, you made a request for some assistance?" She asks.
Rainer is just... sittin' on a roof. The roof of the shack against which a certain shabby tabby is leaning. Holds one finger up over his lips should eyes drift his way, motioning for compliance in keeping his presence a secret, the sneaky pete. But why? ...Personal amusement, probably.
Dressed in more...plain off-whitesarong and robes than her usual wont, Surabhi draws up to the gathered crowd, hooves in the mud and a distant look on her face. She hadn't been here since they narrowly averted the riots. She felt a bit guilty for not doing more to help out here...but that's what she was here for, wasn't it?
Kit bag on one hip, hand on the other, the large Bovine draws up to the gang. "Back here again, hm?" she muses to nobody in particular, a wry smile crossing her wide muzzle. She offeres a nod to the unfamiliar faces, and then--"You again!" directed at Thelergramor. "Keep yourself safe this time, hmm? I've only got so many bandages with me!" she playfully scolds.
Dropping from the sky, Cassidy is alone today! Her usual companion not at her side, the well dress, masked fennec shuffles towards the group and adjusts her tophat. "Hello, hello! Nice to see you all today," she says with a cheery tone. "What's happening today?"
Amos looks around as the beings gather. His habitual frown deepens when he sees Thelergramor, and the sour look does not sweeten as he watches the others draw near. "I guess this is all we'll get to work with," he rasps, "Get down here pup, let's get this ball rolling." He does not bother to look up as he addresses Rainer, as if it is the most normal thing in the world for him to spy out sneaky roof wolves.
Amos gives a dry cough and drags the big blue reindeer with him forward. "Our boy Hartford here stumbled across something the other day," he says, "And you folks are here to check it out." The scarred cat gives the reindeer a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "The big guy here has been invited to join a secret society and to bring some worthy friends along," he explains, "You are all to infiltrate this meeting and learn what you can about the society." He looks around at the group and bares his teeth in a lopsided grin, showing the one, oversized fang that is his namesake. "We just need to know if it is anything more than a club," he rasps, "Can't be too careful with all these Old One cults floating around."
"But, Mister Amos, sir?" Hartford protests, "I told you! They said only Reindeer could join the Brotherhood of the Frozen Antler!" The reindeer looks askance at the gathered beings. No deer and three females!
Thelergramor answers Surabhi first: "I'll be fine, Surabhi. It's been forever since I've been stabbed." Nods and turns to Cassidy. "Hey, Cass. Good to see you." Then to Mirana, he nods. Yup. Just a nod to the woman who fixed his knee several months ago... Eh, he's smiling, but masked. A wave to Rainer and then he peers at Amos and Hartford. "So, Reindeer and males only, is what I'm getting. Could always go all basilisk and claim I'm a reindeer..." He shrugs, a viable plan... "Until they ask to see the non basilisk things..."
Mirana shakes her head. More meetings in darkness and such. "Only Reindeer humm? Not my particular specialty, sneaking and such." She says with a fair bit of quietness. Looking over as Cassidy and Surabhi join in. "Doesn't match my particular skill sets, quite appologetic. Maybe things will work out though?" She offers, pondering if it would be best to head back into the city proper.
"Aw." As bidden, Rainer gets to his feet and hops down to street level with the rest, bobbing and weaving his way around the various other beings and settling in at Theler's side, fixing his fellow lupine with a toothy grin and he stretches arms way up over his head and then folds them back behind his head. "Ey, this is Shanty Town. I bet we can scrounge up some stuff to make disguises in no time flat. Besides, secret society cult brotherhood order things always meet in really dark places where it's easy to blend in, right?"
Surabhi snorts at Amos impatiently, crossing her arms under her bust. "So, you knew this...and didn't bother sayin' it in the call for help? Either you better have a damn good reason for wastin' a bunch of good beings' time."
After her little rant, some of the tenion drains from her face, and she looks to Hartford a bit guiltily. "I'm sorry. It's not right for me to lose my temper like that, but seems your taskmaster hasn't thought this through..."
Cassidy frowns a little and shakes her head. "Yes, I'm no deer. Nor am I male. I mean, I could probably kitsune myself into looking boyish, but... Hmm. I can't do deer, sorry," she says with a shrug. "But hello, Thel. I can probably go fetch my old beggar disguise, too, if needed."
Amos snorts and shakes his head. "I am very aware, Hartford," he rasps, raising an eyebrow at Surabhi's outburst, "And I have made arrangements." The scarred feline gives the group a knowing smirk. Honestly he looks a little relieved when Mirana leaves. He opens the door to the shabby building beside the group. "It was necessary to avoid mentioning the reindeer in the call," he says, "but I have been given special dispensation to use a temporary fleshcrafter." He ducks inside and gestures to the others to follow. Inside is a nondescript black box big enough for a large being to stand inside comfortably. "Step inside one at a time and we can get this operation underway," he rasps.
Thelergramor scratches at his head... and mask. "Uh... Temporary fleshcrafting, yeah?" Grumbles something about creator insanity... "I mean, it'll work but... Someone else want to go first?" Doesn't trust it. Quite obvious in his tone.
