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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>Sure enough, Amos is waiting on the empty dock, staring out at the ocean with his hands jammed deep in the pockets of his worn, black spyguard coat. The grizzled and scarred old tomcat cuts a rather unnerving figure with his tattered ear and milky white eye with that awful scar over it. He looks away from the water to the beings gathering at his behest. "Let's get a move on boys and girls," he rasps, "We're wasting daylight!"<br> <br>Cassidy makes her way down the dock towards Amos, brow raised and dressed up in her body suit today. Worn over it is a long, black leather coat, fastened above the waist. "So, uh... The docks, hm? We need a boat, or something?" She asks, adjusting her hat.<br> <br>Natska arrives with Cassidy, wearing her short black jacket over her own reinforced jump suit, her rapier and her knife at her side. She gives Amos a quick nod as she falls into place. "Right. What did you lose?" she asks, tone low, instinctually tending towards secrecy.<br> <br>Angus frowns and folds a piece of paper that he stuffs into a pocket as he walks up to the slowly growing group. "Should of called us down here earlier if you were worrying about daylight." He retorts a little gruffly as he rests his hands on his hips and takes a look around for whatever boat they were going to use.<br> <br>Rokarion marched in a confident gait towards the group, the plant being clad in their body covering heavy cloak. Rokarion noticed Angus, raising a petalled eyebrow at the noble who has apparently lain low for quite a while, Rokarion wondered what form of trouble could Angus get him into this time around, but quickly shook his head and looked at Amos, staff hidden behind his cloak, and waiting for his command.<br> <br>Making his way onto the dock, equipped with a spear, three swords and a bladed leather gauntlet, Thelergramor is wearing somewhat simple clothes today. And is a basilisk. Yup. All scaley and reptilian... "Cassidy, Natska, looking good today." Spoken a bit quietly. Whispers something to them, nods, smirks. "Angus. Good to see you." Acts like he wasn't all kinds of sad and lonely without his friend around and that he -didn't- build a golem of the fox because he missed him. He turns to nod at Rokarion, then back to Amos: "Right, so what'd'ya need us for?"<br> <br>"No, Missy," Amos says, "No need for a boat." He turns his milky, blind eye on the fox. He looks over the gathered beings and nods once. "Well," he rasps, "If we are all here, I guess I can brief you." He looks around the abandoned quay and ckears his throat, though it does little for his perpetual rasp. "I imagine that some of you remember the but of Specialized Equipment that we used in infiltrating the Brotherhood of the Frozen Antler?" he half asks, speaking his capital letters quite eloquently, "It seems that bit of equipment never made it back to its vault." The scarred tomcat nods at a nearby warehouse on the waterfront. "Technologists," he snorts, as if that explained everything, "I've managed to track them to that warehouse there. But I'm going to need some help getting in and getting out with the device and anything else the madmen have managed to squirrel away. Plus I will need some able bodies to cover me while I make sure the device is still whole and functional." The feline looks pretty sour about this whole thing.<br> <br>Cassidy squints at Thelergramor from behind her mask, opting not to reply at all before shuffling over to hug Angus. "Angus! I am happy to see you. I've missed you, you know. You missed us! Our bonding, that is! If only you'd been here a day earlier," she says with a frown, though it goes unseen before she scoots back over to Natska's side. "And yes, I remember it rather well. And technologists, huh? I remember hearing that name before... I believe they were someone I wanted to kill, though, because they did... Something. Playing with machines and forcing people to use them or something? Sure, I will gladly help and take the chance to spill some of their blood, if that is the case."<br> <br>Natska listens to Amos' explanation, then raises her eyebrows at Cassidy. She doesn't comment on the eagerness for battle, but she does let her hand rest on her rapier's hilt before she gives Angus a slight nod. "Very well, then."<br> <br>Angus freezes when Amos states that it was the Technologists, but as soon as Cassidy hugs him he visibly relaxes. "....What exactly did they manage to steal." He asks curiously as he squeezes Cassidy a bit. "Sorry Cass, I've been a little preoccupied recently with everything that has gone on." <br> <br>Rokarion looks at the group then back at Amos, "The technologists? I have never heard of them, but from the reaction I am not assuming that they are a group that wants to bring Creator technology back to beings. So what are they?"<br> <br>Thelergramor shrugs and pulls on his hood. Didn't expect an answer, thus letting his imagination run with it. Even better. "Alright, so go in, butcher some thieves, take back the thing and leave? Easy enough. Anything specific with how we deal with 'em? Nonlethal or any of that? Been far too long since I've killed anyone. That... might be a good thing." Shrugging, he adds: "It's a fleshcrafter, Angus. Only temporary, from what I know." Shrugs at Rokarion. "I've never heard of 'em either."<br> <br>"The Technologists are a group who believe that all technology should be available to everyone," Amos rasps, "specifically themselves. For whatever they want. I couldn't care less what you do with them. Though my superiors would prefer prisoners." The tomcat starts walking toward the warehouse. "If we get going, we should be able to surprise them before their night time reinforcements arrive," he says.<br> <br>Cassidy folds her arms and hums. "Well. I agree that technology should be available. Now, using it for whatever they want? That probably involves bad things, so no go on that one. I'll try to take prisoners. Unless they look at me funny or offend me. Then I might not. WelL! I would be happy to go, yes. Or wait til the night time reinforcements to come so there is more sport."<br> <br>Natska snorts. She puts a hand on her wife's shoulder and gives the fennec a small squeeze. "Job, love. Let's get in there, critically wound a few, and capture whoever doesn't bleed to death while we get the stolen property." Natska smiles, quickly and quietly falling in line behind Amos.<br> <br>Angus frowns a little as it's revealed to be a fleshcrafter. "We should be careful how we approach the situation. Last time they had a bolt hole set up and ready in case of an attack, they might have one here to." He states, tail flicking softly in irritation as he reaches for the hilt of one of his blades.<br> <br>Rokarion nods, "Well I see that my guess was correct, and just like most secretive groups they are doing it for themselves but they feed honeyed words to trick others. Very well, take them prisoners. I can do that barring anyone trying to go for the kill. Let us start then?" the plant being answers politely, sweet jasmine scent wafting around him.<br> <br>Thelergramor scratches his basiliskian face, nods at Amos. "Alright, I'll see if I can bring you -a- prisoner." Yup. One. "Eh, technology..." The wolfilisk sighs, shakes his head, leans on his spear. "So, onward, yes?" |
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Sure enough, Amos is waiting on the empty dock, staring out at the ocean with his hands jammed deep in the pockets of his worn, black spyguard coat. The grizzled and scarred old tomcat cuts a rather unnerving figure with his tattered ear and milky white eye with that awful scar over it. He looks away from the water to the beings gathering at his behest. "Let's get a move on boys and girls," he rasps, "We're wasting daylight!"
Cassidy makes her way down the dock towards Amos, brow raised and dressed up in her body suit today. Worn over it is a long, black leather coat, fastened above the waist. "So, uh... The docks, hm? We need a boat, or something?" She asks, adjusting her hat.
Natska arrives with Cassidy, wearing her short black jacket over her own reinforced jump suit, her rapier and her knife at her side. She gives Amos a quick nod as she falls into place. "Right. What did you lose?" she asks, tone low, instinctually tending towards secrecy.
Angus frowns and folds a piece of paper that he stuffs into a pocket as he walks up to the slowly growing group. "Should of called us down here earlier if you were worrying about daylight." He retorts a little gruffly as he rests his hands on his hips and takes a look around for whatever boat they were going to use.
Rokarion marched in a confident gait towards the group, the plant being clad in their body covering heavy cloak. Rokarion noticed Angus, raising a petalled eyebrow at the noble who has apparently lain low for quite a while, Rokarion wondered what form of trouble could Angus get him into this time around, but quickly shook his head and looked at Amos, staff hidden behind his cloak, and waiting for his command.
Making his way onto the dock, equipped with a spear, three swords and a bladed leather gauntlet, Thelergramor is wearing somewhat simple clothes today. And is a basilisk. Yup. All scaley and reptilian... "Cassidy, Natska, looking good today." Spoken a bit quietly. Whispers something to them, nods, smirks. "Angus. Good to see you." Acts like he wasn't all kinds of sad and lonely without his friend around and that he -didn't- build a golem of the fox because he missed him. He turns to nod at Rokarion, then back to Amos: "Right, so what'd'ya need us for?"
"No, Missy," Amos says, "No need for a boat." He turns his milky, blind eye on the fox. He looks over the gathered beings and nods once. "Well," he rasps, "If we are all here, I guess I can brief you." He looks around the abandoned quay and ckears his throat, though it does little for his perpetual rasp. "I imagine that some of you remember the but of Specialized Equipment that we used in infiltrating the Brotherhood of the Frozen Antler?" he half asks, speaking his capital letters quite eloquently, "It seems that bit of equipment never made it back to its vault." The scarred tomcat nods at a nearby warehouse on the waterfront. "Technologists," he snorts, as if that explained everything, "I've managed to track them to that warehouse there. But I'm going to need some help getting in and getting out with the device and anything else the madmen have managed to squirrel away. Plus I will need some able bodies to cover me while I make sure the device is still whole and functional." The feline looks pretty sour about this whole thing.
Cassidy squints at Thelergramor from behind her mask, opting not to reply at all before shuffling over to hug Angus. "Angus! I am happy to see you. I've missed you, you know. You missed us! Our bonding, that is! If only you'd been here a day earlier," she says with a frown, though it goes unseen before she scoots back over to Natska's side. "And yes, I remember it rather well. And technologists, huh? I remember hearing that name before... I believe they were someone I wanted to kill, though, because they did... Something. Playing with machines and forcing people to use them or something? Sure, I will gladly help and take the chance to spill some of their blood, if that is the case."
Natska listens to Amos' explanation, then raises her eyebrows at Cassidy. She doesn't comment on the eagerness for battle, but she does let her hand rest on her rapier's hilt before she gives Angus a slight nod. "Very well, then."
Angus freezes when Amos states that it was the Technologists, but as soon as Cassidy hugs him he visibly relaxes. "....What exactly did they manage to steal." He asks curiously as he squeezes Cassidy a bit. "Sorry Cass, I've been a little preoccupied recently with everything that has gone on."
Rokarion looks at the group then back at Amos, "The technologists? I have never heard of them, but from the reaction I am not assuming that they are a group that wants to bring Creator technology back to beings. So what are they?"
Thelergramor shrugs and pulls on his hood. Didn't expect an answer, thus letting his imagination run with it. Even better. "Alright, so go in, butcher some thieves, take back the thing and leave? Easy enough. Anything specific with how we deal with 'em? Nonlethal or any of that? Been far too long since I've killed anyone. That... might be a good thing." Shrugging, he adds: "It's a fleshcrafter, Angus. Only temporary, from what I know." Shrugs at Rokarion. "I've never heard of 'em either."
"The Technologists are a group who believe that all technology should be available to everyone," Amos rasps, "specifically themselves. For whatever they want. I couldn't care less what you do with them. Though my superiors would prefer prisoners." The tomcat starts walking toward the warehouse. "If we get going, we should be able to surprise them before their night time reinforcements arrive," he says.
Cassidy folds her arms and hums. "Well. I agree that technology should be available. Now, using it for whatever they want? That probably involves bad things, so no go on that one. I'll try to take prisoners. Unless they look at me funny or offend me. Then I might not. WelL! I would be happy to go, yes. Or wait til the night time reinforcements to come so there is more sport."
Natska snorts. She puts a hand on her wife's shoulder and gives the fennec a small squeeze. "Job, love. Let's get in there, critically wound a few, and capture whoever doesn't bleed to death while we get the stolen property." Natska smiles, quickly and quietly falling in line behind Amos.
Angus frowns a little as it's revealed to be a fleshcrafter. "We should be careful how we approach the situation. Last time they had a bolt hole set up and ready in case of an attack, they might have one here to." He states, tail flicking softly in irritation as he reaches for the hilt of one of his blades.
Rokarion nods, "Well I see that my guess was correct, and just like most secretive groups they are doing it for themselves but they feed honeyed words to trick others. Very well, take them prisoners. I can do that barring anyone trying to go for the kill. Let us start then?" the plant being answers politely, sweet jasmine scent wafting around him.
Thelergramor scratches his basiliskian face, nods at Amos. "Alright, I'll see if I can bring you -a- prisoner." Yup. One. "Eh, technology..." The wolfilisk sighs, shakes his head, leans on his spear. "So, onward, yes?"
