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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>The night time air is cool and humid, with the promise of rain to come. On an unremarkable corner of Mange Square a zebra in a high collared coat waits, his hands shoved deep in his pockets.<br> <br>Serana flicks his tail some, used to these sorts of rendezvous as he meanders his way through the crowd, spotting Stripes a bit earlier then he imagines the zebra might. [Evening.] she hums. Female only in the conversation directed towards the zebra.<br> <br>A black furred jackal makes her way towards the corner. A bit on the shorter side, but standing tall and proud all the same, dressed in a black suit with a striking red cravat. "Good evening," she says, dipping into a little bow, but saying nothing else. She didn't need to speak of the reason she was here.<br> <br>Natska perks her ears and lifts her head a little as something catches her attention. The jaguar is shrouded in a dark, hooded cloak, and the shadows seem especially thick where she walks. [... evening.] She pauses, giving the other members of the little group a curious look.<br> <br>The Zebra does not speak, he only waves a hand at the group and leads the way down a series of winding alleys. After a short walk, he stops and points. |
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| + | In another shabby park, much like the one where the group met is a gathering of cloak shrouded beings, most looking worried and agitated and all gathered around a central, smaller being. | ||
| + | "I don't like this boss," a large form says loudly to the central figure, "This place is too open!" | ||
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| + | The Zebra produces three cards from within his coat and passes them around: | ||
| + | "This is Harry "Hatchet" Grimjowl, a scion of the Longtail clan trying to sieze control of the local gangs. He has acquired seven very costly Soul Gems and plans to trade them off to several gang leaders to buy their loyalty. Retrieve the gems and deal with Grimjowl."<br> <br>Serana hums softly. It was going to be another one of -those- missions. He didn't speak, merely flicking his tail and moving off to the right. Staying clear of the clearing and skirting around it, she debated actually getting into this one. Katrina might not be too happy, but then again, less problems with people getting themselves out in the open, And those retrieved soulgems might be more useful out of his hands. She did remain within sight of the duo, however, contemplating what she should do.<br> <br>Cassidy eyes the card for a moment before tucking it into her coat, taking a moment to adjust her black gloves afterwards. "Fair." She looks towards the group in the park, tall ears flicking. "Is that he? No hunt, tonight?"<br> <br>Natska accepts the card from the zebra, then glances out of the corner of her eye towards the group across the way. Then her attention moves back down to the card in her hands, and she hrms quietly.<br> <br>The zebra shrugs at Cassidy's question and waggles his hand in a 'maybe-yes-maybe-no' gesture. Then he turns and walks back down the alleyway, turns a corner and is gone. Looks like it is up to the group to do what needs doing. | ||
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| + | Aside from the grumbling of henchmen, the little park remains quiet. For now.<br> <br>Serana frowns the shark flicking his tail more as he lurks, listening to the group. He would attempt to gather more information before wandering in guns blazing, but... More often then not Stripes was very straightforward. Still... He would be wary, a hand resting on a pistol, just in case.<br> <br>Cassidy tilts her head to the side as the zebra takes off. She glances towards the hooded jaguar and shrugs, looking towards the group again. "Well then. What is our plan? I would be happy to walk up and simply ask, if we have nothing better in mind to find out if these are our marks."<br> <br>Natska makes another small, noncommittal noise. "Might work. I'd be willing to be patient and watch for a moment." She pulls her shadows a little closer around herself, eyeing the other group and trying to catch sight of "boss".<br> <br>The gathered beings in the shabby park stir as another group emerges from the back streets. These wear some sort of costume, clown motley and domino masks. With the addition of this gang, the total number of beings in the park grows to ten. Five on each side. | ||
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| + | "Here we are, Grimjowl," one of the clowns says, "You got what we came here for?" | ||
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| + | The smaller figure among the cloaked beings nods once and one of the larger beings steps forward with an ornate box.<br> <br>Serana's eyes raise slightly, Shifting further. That box is most likely the souls. he removes the pistol, keeping it hidden as he pressed himself sideways a bit, keeping the drawn weapon at his side. This was secondary to the storm he was calling. Not a massive one, but a bit of rain and thunder to cover the sound of movement and perhaps lower their visibility a bit.<br> <br>"Guess we have our confirmation," the jackal says, drawing the sidesword from her hip. "How shall we proceed?" She asks, drawing up a bit of wind around herself to keep the rain off. Can't go having her suit get soaked.<br> <br>Natska frowns watching, then starts circling the scene to try and get between where the clown posse cane from and their current position. "I'm not sure," she murmurs quietly just before. "But if we want the box we can't let them leave with it."<br> <br>There is a spear of lightning and a crack of thunder as the drooping heavens finally open up and pour down rain in sheets. With that last little nudge from Serana, of course. Beings of both groups look to the sky, obviously unhappy, even if their faces are not visible. One of the Harlequin's stalks up to the grunt holding the box, his motley already drenched. "Let's see it," he growls. | ||
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| + | The being opens the ornate box, revealing its contents to the clown. He seems pleased by whatever he saw and nods, allowing the large henchmen to close and secure the box. "Then we have ourselves a deal, Grimjowl," he says, holding out a hand to the smaller figure, "Pleasure doing business with the REAL Longtails."<br> <br>Serana hums, the rain and the thunder sufficiently loud enough to cover the sound of her pistols, and the rain would easily disperse the smoke from the shot. Still... Shifting a bit to get a good line on the harlequins, she leveled the pistol aiming for the mass opposite the mass in front of her. A second was all it would take for the thunder to go off and her to fire the shot into the group opposite the longtails. Perhaps some confusion would be in order.<br> <br>Cassidy flexes her fingers, waiting. Once the chaos and brawl started, she would be ready. Or ready to take out anyone that tried to make a go with the box. And maybe the storm would play to her benefit...<br> <br>Although she didn't know it, Natska had been thinking much along the same lines as the shark. However, her chosen tool for sowing chaos and confusion was quite different - she takes a moment to gather her will and run through some of the more abstract dark math equations she has at the ready, reaching out with tendrils of phantom terrors. | ||
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Log
The night time air is cool and humid, with the promise of rain to come. On an unremarkable corner of Mange Square a zebra in a high collared coat waits, his hands shoved deep in his pockets.
Serana flicks his tail some, used to these sorts of rendezvous as he meanders his way through the crowd, spotting Stripes a bit earlier then he imagines the zebra might. [Evening.] she hums. Female only in the conversation directed towards the zebra.
A black furred jackal makes her way towards the corner. A bit on the shorter side, but standing tall and proud all the same, dressed in a black suit with a striking red cravat. "Good evening," she says, dipping into a little bow, but saying nothing else. She didn't need to speak of the reason she was here.
Natska perks her ears and lifts her head a little as something catches her attention. The jaguar is shrouded in a dark, hooded cloak, and the shadows seem especially thick where she walks. [... evening.] She pauses, giving the other members of the little group a curious look.
The Zebra does not speak, he only waves a hand at the group and leads the way down a series of winding alleys. After a short walk, he stops and points.
In another shabby park, much like the one where the group met is a gathering of cloak shrouded beings, most looking worried and agitated and all gathered around a central, smaller being. "I don't like this boss," a large form says loudly to the central figure, "This place is too open!"
The Zebra produces three cards from within his coat and passes them around:
"This is Harry "Hatchet" Grimjowl, a scion of the Longtail clan trying to sieze control of the local gangs. He has acquired seven very costly Soul Gems and plans to trade them off to several gang leaders to buy their loyalty. Retrieve the gems and deal with Grimjowl."
Serana hums softly. It was going to be another one of -those- missions. He didn't speak, merely flicking his tail and moving off to the right. Staying clear of the clearing and skirting around it, she debated actually getting into this one. Katrina might not be too happy, but then again, less problems with people getting themselves out in the open, And those retrieved soulgems might be more useful out of his hands. She did remain within sight of the duo, however, contemplating what she should do.
Cassidy eyes the card for a moment before tucking it into her coat, taking a moment to adjust her black gloves afterwards. "Fair." She looks towards the group in the park, tall ears flicking. "Is that he? No hunt, tonight?"
Natska accepts the card from the zebra, then glances out of the corner of her eye towards the group across the way. Then her attention moves back down to the card in her hands, and she hrms quietly.
The zebra shrugs at Cassidy's question and waggles his hand in a 'maybe-yes-maybe-no' gesture. Then he turns and walks back down the alleyway, turns a corner and is gone. Looks like it is up to the group to do what needs doing.
Aside from the grumbling of henchmen, the little park remains quiet. For now.
Serana frowns the shark flicking his tail more as he lurks, listening to the group. He would attempt to gather more information before wandering in guns blazing, but... More often then not Stripes was very straightforward. Still... He would be wary, a hand resting on a pistol, just in case.
Cassidy tilts her head to the side as the zebra takes off. She glances towards the hooded jaguar and shrugs, looking towards the group again. "Well then. What is our plan? I would be happy to walk up and simply ask, if we have nothing better in mind to find out if these are our marks."
Natska makes another small, noncommittal noise. "Might work. I'd be willing to be patient and watch for a moment." She pulls her shadows a little closer around herself, eyeing the other group and trying to catch sight of "boss".
The gathered beings in the shabby park stir as another group emerges from the back streets. These wear some sort of costume, clown motley and domino masks. With the addition of this gang, the total number of beings in the park grows to ten. Five on each side.
"Here we are, Grimjowl," one of the clowns says, "You got what we came here for?"
The smaller figure among the cloaked beings nods once and one of the larger beings steps forward with an ornate box.
Serana's eyes raise slightly, Shifting further. That box is most likely the souls. he removes the pistol, keeping it hidden as he pressed himself sideways a bit, keeping the drawn weapon at his side. This was secondary to the storm he was calling. Not a massive one, but a bit of rain and thunder to cover the sound of movement and perhaps lower their visibility a bit.
"Guess we have our confirmation," the jackal says, drawing the sidesword from her hip. "How shall we proceed?" She asks, drawing up a bit of wind around herself to keep the rain off. Can't go having her suit get soaked.
Natska frowns watching, then starts circling the scene to try and get between where the clown posse cane from and their current position. "I'm not sure," she murmurs quietly just before. "But if we want the box we can't let them leave with it."
There is a spear of lightning and a crack of thunder as the drooping heavens finally open up and pour down rain in sheets. With that last little nudge from Serana, of course. Beings of both groups look to the sky, obviously unhappy, even if their faces are not visible. One of the Harlequin's stalks up to the grunt holding the box, his motley already drenched. "Let's see it," he growls.
The being opens the ornate box, revealing its contents to the clown. He seems pleased by whatever he saw and nods, allowing the large henchmen to close and secure the box. "Then we have ourselves a deal, Grimjowl," he says, holding out a hand to the smaller figure, "Pleasure doing business with the REAL Longtails."
Serana hums, the rain and the thunder sufficiently loud enough to cover the sound of her pistols, and the rain would easily disperse the smoke from the shot. Still... Shifting a bit to get a good line on the harlequins, she leveled the pistol aiming for the mass opposite the mass in front of her. A second was all it would take for the thunder to go off and her to fire the shot into the group opposite the longtails. Perhaps some confusion would be in order.
Cassidy flexes her fingers, waiting. Once the chaos and brawl started, she would be ready. Or ready to take out anyone that tried to make a go with the box. And maybe the storm would play to her benefit...
Although she didn't know it, Natska had been thinking much along the same lines as the shark. However, her chosen tool for sowing chaos and confusion was quite different - she takes a moment to gather her will and run through some of the more abstract dark math equations she has at the ready, reaching out with tendrils of phantom terrors.
