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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Fun RP => Topic started by: Rayleonarde on March 10, 2016, 03:50:41 PM
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Welcome to Underway, a rather large city filled with all the characters from any and all fairy tales, kinda like The Wolf Among Us, 'cept every character is themselves, furry-fied of course. So, let's get our cast list.
CAST:
Little Red Riding Hood.
The Big Bad Wolf
Three Little Pigs
Puss in Boots
All the cast from the Legend of Sleepy Hallow.
And more to come (I'm very tired.)
Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dumb
Snow White and the Seven Dwarves
Story:
Underway has been relatively quiet, though recently a few murders have cropped up. Unsure of where to start, our stalwart police force, consisting of the Seven Dwarves, along with their captain Snow White, have turned to the citizens for answers. The Big Bad Wolf, now Jefferson B. Wolf, is the biggest, baddest boss in the city. Operating from his club 'The Den' B. Wolf and his gang 'The Pack' have tried to take advantage of the confusion, and have started taking protection money from store owners. Not a problem in it's own right, the added pressure doesn't help. But, as for the story, who's killing people, why? Is B. Wolf in on the murders? Does it go farther than just him?
Rules:
The obvious; no god-moding, no Sue's, no explicit romance. And try not to off anyone without giving them a chance. Try to refrain from wanton destruction, takes quite the pretty penny to rebuild a city.
((This might be kinda pokey, I've not gone to sleep. Anyway, I'll try and keep this as interesting as possible!))
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Name: Zaida
Age: 21, immortal
Gender: female
Species: Vexū
Personality: quiet, cold, cunning, manipulative, low-key, odd, very demented, loner, a bit bipolar
Outfit: black boots, dark jeans, grey sleeveless shirt, Korean style jacket.
Powers: Darkness abilities.
Weapons: close combat, jagged Crystal dual swords that can changed to revolvers or a double bladed pocket knife.
Full form: a nightmarish doll version of herself with long claws and sharp outer teeth. Her insides aren't cotton either still her cold, black and teal flesh. Black goo drips from her nostrils, and mouth, Stitches and very little patches. Her breasts and lower area covered in cloth wrappings.
Occupation: Freelance artist, however part of the black market.
Alliance (Who do you stand with, if anyone at all?): Anti, none yet.
Backstory: Her life is a mystery but she came into the town a few years back, possibly living in the woods. Not from a fairy tale but legends to scare children hell even adults.
Personal Vehicle: Black 1960 SS Camaro
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I forgot character sheets. I don't make them mandatory, but they're nice.
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Species:
Personality:
Outfit:
Powers:
Weapons (if you've got any):
Occupation (What's your job?):
Alliance (Who do you stand with, if anyone at all?):
Backstory:
Personal Vehicle (what do you roll about town in?):
I was kinda tired when I wrote the OP, so...yeah...I apologize.
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Name: Rayleonarde "Ray" Blackburn
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Species: Raccoon
Personality: Quiet, shies away from people where possible
Outfit: Generally tight, full collared t-shirts and blue jeans. Rarely wears shoes, though.
Powers: Controls the trajectory of his bullets, carries special 'Stitcher' rounds, and a strange affinity for stitches and black thread.
Weapons: Phillips & Rodgers Medusa long-barrel
Occupation: Security Guard for the city's bank
Alliance: No one, currently
Backstory: Ray lived a normally happy life, until 'The Pack' decided to take keen interest in his family; extorting money and generally making life miserable. They murdered his parents, and left him covered in stitches. He learned to live with the pain, and has reintegrated himself into society. After a few years, Ray moved to another portion of town, and got a job as security for the local bank.
Personal Vehicle: '55 Chevy Bel Air. Red with a black highlight, and it seems to have a mind of its own.
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((Ok. I may be yet to leave the forums. This RP seems interesting enough to keep me on))
Name: Alka P. Wolf
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Species: Wolf
Personality: Open, always willing to give a life lesson, talkative, kind, realistic, not afraid to tell it how it is.
Powers: Has extra-ordinary reflexes and precision
Weapons: Keeps an akimbo pair of Five-SeveNs under his coat, with armour piercing rounds pre-loaded.
Occupation: Professor of psychology at "The Underway Institute of Science and Medicine." from 9am-5om and a bartender from 6pm - 12pm.
Alliance: Nobody at the moment.
Backstory: Alka never really ran into issues with anyone. This was mostly because he never really made an effort to make friends or enemies. He's a heavy drinker at heart, who just enjoys having a good time, but never has time to do so. He's mostly calm and level headed, not really showing emotion unless it's necessary.
Personal Vehicle: His bicycle. Its wheels can change to better suit the track it's riding on.
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((We'll start with one more, or this weekend, either or.))
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Name: Cabur (KAH-boor) Beskad (BESS-kahd)
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Species: GSD
Personality: Quiet, paranoid, highly competitive and aggressive, willing to take command, hard to reach but extremely loyal, likes to help others. Doesn't know how to interact with others, but wants to learn.
Outfit: Combat boots and BDU pants every where every single day except for a very special occasion or "other situation". T shirt.
Powers: Intuition, Incredible luck
Weapons (if you've got any): Big arsenal, usually tries to go under the radar, but will always have at least a Glock 19 on himself.
Occupation (What's your job?): Just came to town
Alliance (Who do you stand with, if anyone at all?): Just came to town
Backstory: Raised in a highly militaristic family. Grew up ready for a fight, but doesn't know how to interact with others. Seen war multiple times, but doesn't care to talk about it.
Personal Vehicle (what do you roll about town in?): (Not that good with cars) Black Toyota mini van.
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((Is it ok if my character is also a bartender in his down time?))
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((Alright! Let's start!))
Jefferson B. Wolfe, the Big Bad Wolf of lore, sat in his office, knurled paws folded in front of him. Some no-body just recently got offed; face torn from their body. Not new to the Wolf, he found himself in a strange position; the police were on edge, officers on every street combing for evidence. This made Wolfe's job very stressful, trafficking was getting difficult, and cash was tight.
Meanwhile...
In her office, the vixen that was Little Red Riding Hood, had her phone in paw as Granny Hood told her all that had happened. No suspects yet, and the body held no clues. Granny Hood's gang, the Red Riders, were busy trying to keep eyes on Wolfe's 'Pack', and avoid the cops at the same time. Granny Hood was in her condo near the city's beachside, a cigar gripped between her near skeletal claws. An old gangster at heart, Granny knew that honor was the best policy.
Meanwhile...
Ray climbed out of his car in the back lot of the bank he worked at. He sighed, as he wandered in, and looked for his locker. His uniform and gun inside, he wanted to make an impression on his first day, and dressed to kill.
((That's fine, Alka. As long as you think your character can swing it.))
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(Alright. I don't think it will be too hard, so long as we don't have a weird day-night cycle)
Alka was sitting in his office, having a coffee and reading the daily newspaper. Sheesh... Someone's trying to send one hell of a message... And just when things were starting to get peaceful... Well, as peaceful as we CAN get. He took a long sip of his cappuccino and sighed. Wonder who's gonna be next... The wolf thought idly as he counted the minutes until he needed to get up to go give yet another lecture.
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Cabur sat in his vehicle, cleaning his recently acquired FN P90. Humming a tune from his warrior upbringing. All of a sudden he stopped cleaning " Well this is brilliant of me. I'm in a new town and where do I pick to clean my weapons? Not in a corner of a parking lot where no one would think anything of a vehicle, but behind the store in between two trailers. Brilliant" He puts away the weapon and climbs up to the driver seat to move to a better spot.
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Zaida remained outside of the cafe with a cappuccino and croissant that had a few bites in it. She was painting with water color, leaned down, focused on the crow skull she painted. The Vexū putting more detail on the shading and shine. After a few minutes she closed the book and sighed through her nose taking a drink of her the caramel coffee.
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Alka got up and grabbed his lecture papers and laptop, before exiting the office and heading to the room labelled "Lecture Theatre #4."
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He drives to the police station and goes inside and up to who ever is working there. "Quick question, does this town have a SWAT team and if it does, how do I join?"
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The clerk in the police station, a female doberman, huffed at Cabur's question. "Three years on the force, and acing firearms training."
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"Three years and two months with an Army unit with MP as my specialty. Multiple combat deployments. Expert marksman rating. A couple medals. I have the documents to prove it, how much closer does that put me?"
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The clerk shook her head. "Military documents don't mean anything in this district," she sneered, "shooting people is what we aim not to do."
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"MPs do much more then just shooting people. Thank you for your time" He steps outside and decides to go for a walk to get his bearings.
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After a while, several wolves stormed the bank, and after a few minutes, had slipped out with a substantial amount of cash, with Ray and a majority of the civilians on the floor, paws zip-tied together behind their backs.
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Cabur just happened to be walking in that general area, and saw the last guy hop into the vehicle. As the vehicle sped off, he deployed his mini Uzi, and slipped quietly into the bank, ready for a fight, and started clearing it. When he came upon Ray, he asked "Are they all gone?"
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Ray nodded. "Yeah, get me outta these ties." Spotting the machine-pistol, Ray shrunk back. "Or are you lookin' for easy pickings?"
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Cabur smiled as he slung the weapon. "If I wanted easy pickings, wouldn't I have already grabbed them" He asked while pulling out a knife and cutting Ray free. "Help me free the others" he said to the newly freed Ray, handing him another knife.
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Ray began cutting the civilians free, just as the police arrived. Several uniformed officers, from dogs to cats, stormed inside, and quickly canvased the area for clues. The young raccoon sighed, and took a seat. "So...we've been robbed, and no-one knows by who."
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"I only saw their vehicle" Cabur said "White mini van, no plates. Didn't catch the make or model. Anything you need from me, or shall I leave?" He asked, concealing the mini Uzi.
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Ray shook his head. "Unless you know the guys, they got away clean."
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After the events at the bank subsided, Alka dismissed everyone from the lecture theatre for a quick break. He simply sat down, still inside the theatre, and thought idly to himself. They're asking lots of questions, and nearly everyone was taking notes. This is good... People might actually graduate from psych this year. Either that or realise all their time and effort could be spent on something a whole lot let theoretical. I'll hope for the first option...
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Cabur shrugged "I'm new in town so I don't know any one" He then started to walk away
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Ray sighed, and shook his head. After a while, the police returned, and looked to Ray. One officer spoke up. "Sir? We...we think we got your money. And your perps." Ray blinked, and followed the officers.
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Zaida sat at the park watching the scene from afar, police talking to the victims. She watched a few children laugh and run about and sighed through nose, the Vexū leaned her head back looking at the sky.
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(I am joining)
Name: Clover
Age: 23
Gender: female
Species: cat/evil fairy
Personality: low self esteem, pretty agressive, still has a heart though.
Outfit: patched upped grey dress
Powers: steals other people's luck
Weapons (if you've got any): hammer of catastrophes (a hammer that steals luck from the terrain and makes it pretty much a mine field.)
Appearance: Dusty grey fur, round black eyes, dirty long white hair, hunch back, and wings that look like wilting leaves.
Occupation (What's your job?): none, homeless
Alliance (Who do you stand with, if anyone at all?): Is forced to help "the pack
Backstory: clover is a half fairy who didn't discover her heritage till she hit puberty. She has no clue who her parents are and her appearance is generally hard to look at. Because she has no where else to turn she was forced to help "the pack" with various crimes.
Personal Vehicle (what do you roll about town in?): a stolen motorcycle
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As the police led Ray to what they found, he felt himself getting anxious. When they found what they were looking for, Ray nearly vomited. Four had-been wolves sat in a circle, each facing towards the middle, shot right between the eyes, the back of their heads painted red; the Red Riders' calling card. But why such a brazen strike in the middle of the day? Ray had no clue; the Pack and the Riders had been seeing eye to eye for a while. A few scuffles here and there, but nothing that warranted this. Ray was worried; if the Riders and the Pack were killing them in such a manner, it only meant one thing; war.
B. Wolfe was livid, his Pack telling him what happened. He had already crushed a glass in his paw, and was eyeing the amber liquid splayed across his desk. "Why would Red make such an affront," he asked himself. "We were doing so good for so long. Well...guess the times are changing." Wolfe cleared his throat, and grabbed his phone. Dialing his lieutenants, the large gray wolf spoke, his voice both stern and commanding. "Little Red wants a war, and we're gonna give it to her."
Little Red was reading the news, when she came across these murders. "What's this now?" She perused the article slowly, taking in every word, before shouting "I didn't order this!" The little vixen threw the newspaper into her fireplace, and paced. "Someone's copy-catting, why? What psychopath wants a war between me an' the wolf?" Little Red was worried; she inherited the gang from her grandmother, who was somewhere on her island soaking up rays and scotch. After a few more minutes of pacing, the vixen sat back down, just as her lieutenants arrived. "Ladies and gentlmen. Someone's framed us, and I sense the wolf is looking for revenge. Tell our guys to be safe, and keep their heads down, no need to cause an unnecessary outbreak of violence."
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Clover was I her warehouse when she got a message through her window. She read it and ripped it to shreds.
"What is that red thinking!? Killing some of our boys was stupid...whatever. Looks like we're going to see action my old friend. " Clover says talking to her lead pipe, which was actually the infamous hammer of catastrophes.
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After the lecture was done and over with, Alka slung his suit over his shoulder, ready to head home. I get the feeling the recent killings have just been a sign of worse to come. Not sure why Red or Wolfe would want to fight, but here we are, at the start of what will most probably end up with me dying at the hands of a stray bullet. Ugh... I need a shot. Alka was interupted by one of his nerdier students and rolled his eyes. Make that two...
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Cabur was sitting at home, cleaning his M249, when he saw about the killings on news. He sighed, and looked over towards the one crate he kept sealed. "Looks like I'll have to break it out after all"
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Fighting erupted in the street outside the Den, with Red Riders trying to remove as many Pack members as possible. There were no guns being drawn, just pipes and bats.
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Cabur was just cruising around town when he happened to drive by the fight. "Well" he said to himself "I'd say I get to test my new toy." He pulled off to the side of the road and started snapping photos of the fight, including zoomed in photos of their faces.
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The roar of a motorcycle could be heard as a beautiful looking white cat drove up to the scene wielding a massive cruel looking hammer. She drove straight into the crowd of reds and slammed her hammer in the ground right in the center of them. All of the sudden a fire hydrant erupted with water and sprayed down a bunch of reds to the ground, making them easy targets for the pack members who ran up and started pummeling them. One red recognized the rider and shouted.
"Its Fortune Thief Clover!"
Clover did a quick U--turn as she drove her bike in for another swing.
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"Ok. this is out of hand" Cabur thought to himself. He put away the camera, pulled out an MM-1, and quickly fired six rounds of tear gas before driving off.
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The police arrived on the scene, and brandished their fire-arms at the fighting crowd. "On the ground!" Several thugs immediately dropped to the floor, and others were folded over on the floor, unconscious. A few police officers were aiming at Clover, as a squadcar was pulled into her path.
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Clover laughed as the guns were pointed her way. Normal guns didn't work against her due to her control over luck as they could randomly jam or miss every single shot. They would need a magic gun to get through her luck aura so she simply drove straight at the blockade.
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After Alka was done with the student, he grabbed his things and got onto his bike. Hmmm... I wonder if I'll be called upon to speak or something. I do know a little about everyone, what with how easily information spreads if you ask the right people. The wolf began riding his bike, adjusting the gears as he started on the route back home
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The police had various charms sewn into their vests, hoping to keep luck on their side, but to no avail. Several guns jammed, a few others misfired, and two exploded. The cars, however, sat firmly in the street, not going anywhere.
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Clover put her bike on cruise control and began to stand up on her bike. She ripped off her shirt which unfortunately showed of her bra but allowed her to let loose her fairy wings. As bike just crashed into the police car, Clover used the momentum of the crash to give a massive boost into the air and started flying away.
Post Merge: March 29, 2016, 09:01:11 PM
Clover put her bike on cruise control and began to stand up on her bike. She ripped off her shirt which unfortunately showed of her pink bra but allowed her to let loose her fairy wings. As bike just crashed into the police car, Clover used the momentum of the crash to give a massive boost into the air and started flying away.
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The police, those of which who still had operable guns, started firing at the flying Clover, hoping to bring her down.
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One police officer was apparently packing a magic gun as Clover one stray bullet shot her in the thigh of her leg. It didn't hurt as much as it should of because it wasn't silver but it was still a bullet through leg. Clover screamed in pain holding her leg but kept flying, however she started leaving a trail of blood as some of it hit the concrete.
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Alka began whistling as he rode on his bike, riding along slowly. I wonder what I'm going to make for dinner tonight. It's probably also my shift at the bar tonight. That's always interesting.
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Some officers peeled away from the group, to chase down Clover. The remaining officers began arresting the combatants, calling in prisoner wagons as they went.
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Clover tried to keep flying but she was starting to get woozy from blood loss. She started losing altitude and crashed landed onto the concrete knocking herself out.
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Alka continued riding but stopped suddenly as he saw Clover lying unconscious on the floor, bleeding from her leg. Better judgement says leave it alone. Al, better judgement. Better judge- ah screw it. Probably got shot up by one of the currently warring factions. A little bit of a patch up couldn't hurt anyone... Especially me. The wolf rode over to Clover and began thinking of how to stop the bleeding.
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Suddenly, the police rounded the corner shouting. "Freeze! That's a fugitive, sir! Back away!" They crept up slowly towards Alka, weapons drawn.
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However as Clover laid there unconscious her beautiful appearance starts to fade, revealing how ugly she was. Her long blonde hair turned dark grey, her teeth looked sharp and gnarly, her back hunched up and her fingers looked like long claws. Worst of all she started to smell a little like rotten fruit.
The bullet wound however was the bigger issue and lucky for her the bullet had passed right through and wasn't embedded in her thigh. The bleeding wasn't to bad but it was still enough to be a concern.
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The look didn't bother Alka at all, but he scrunched up his face a little at the smell "Fugative? She looks too bloody old to lift the laxatives she probably has to take, let alone a weapon. Sorry, but I'm sure you have the wrong... umm... lady?" Alka readied himself for a gun fight, keeping his paws ready to upholster is pistols.
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Clover started to stir at that comment as she has sort of a sixth sense for when she is being insulted.
"I heard that..." she said her voice weak.
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Cabur went back home to the one last unopened crate "Time to go back to akaan again." he said with a sigh. He put his paw on the sensor, and the crate hissed open. He started to unpack the contents...
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(What I find funny is Clover looks like she is in her 70's when she is actually 22 years old. X3)
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"She ran from a crime scene, after assaulting several individuals, sir. Please, stand aside." The police surrounded Alka and Clover.
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Alka rolled his eyes. This is what happens when you don't listen to your better judgement dumbass... I guess I am obliged to save the old woman. No way she could've run from a crime scene with a bullet hole bleeding that much. Alka put down the stopper for the bike and sighed. "Sorry boys, but I can't say I believe you. So, before I disable every weapon in your drawn arsenal, stand down and allow me to attend to her wounds." Alka looked around taking in the weapons, their barrels and the police people holding them. If I do not regret doing this, it'll be because I'll wake up, be at home in my armchair, reading my book with a half-empty glass of wine nearby.
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"...don't be an idiot. I appreciate you bein' nice and all but they're not lying. I am Fortune Thief Clover after all, one of the wolf's right hand girls." She said with frowning slightly. She didn't like being called old because she wasn't...but she didn't want to drag someone innocent down to her level even if they are insulting her.
"Listen you seem too pretty to be goin' to jail. Me...well I may not look like much but I will survive."
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"Wait, you're with Wolfe? Shit. So, things really are going down." Alka closed his eyes considering his options. This is bad. I'm going to be associated with Wolfe now. I got caught defending one of his people. Which'll probably surprise Wolfe too... Ugh, what to do, what to do. I can't be caught taking a side, and yet I've already threatened the police. Well, I have one of too options. Preserve my current social status, or get fired from my day job. Alka gritted his teeth and sighed, kneeling down and ripping some of his jacket off, before beginning to roll it around her bullet wound.
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About then a slight roar, like that of an engine, tore through the air. A figure dressed in full black Mandalorian armor landed next to Dr. Wolf. He bent down pulling out a small box, and pulled out an Israeli Battle Dressing (IBD) "I got this. Sit rep" as he started to bandage the leg.
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Clover look extremely confused by all these people helping her, no one ever helps her.
"What are you two doing? You want to get yourselfs killed?"
(Maybe wait on Ray.)
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"Unless if you are demagolka or aru'e or aruetii I save a life first and ask questions later. Good news is that you have an exit wound and it looks like it missed major arteries."
(Yeah, let's wait now)
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The hammers on various weapons clicked, as the police took aim. "One last chance, back away now! We'll get her medical attention, but we need you to move!" One officer radioed in an ambulance, and after a few minutes the medics arrived.
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"Not until she's patched up. But don't worry, she isn't going anywhere." He called back to the cops. "I'll patch you up, but you aren't escaping."
When the EMTs arrived, he allowed them to take over. "Bullet wound to the leg, went through. No major bleeding. IBD applied six minutes ago, no tourniquet needed. Just tell me if you need me."
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Alka was slightly annoyed at the cops. "Ah, give it a rest. Jeez, I didn't know it was procedure to shove a stick up the arses of every deployed fur. Just making sure she doesn't get infection is all." Once the medics arrived, Alka stepped back and eyed Rocco for a second, cocking an eyebrow. "Umm... If I'm allowed to put my two-bits in, I'd say she's lost a fair amount of blood actually. As for other damages caused, two stitches will be needed to the entry and exit holes, but that's all I'd expect. Unless the bullet was large enough to also pass through some bone."
((Can I just say, that is the fastest ambulence response I have ever seen :P))
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The paramedics nodded, and gently placed Clover on a gurney, before hauling here away to the back of the ambulance. After a few moments, they sped off, and the police ran back to their cars, to follow along.
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Alka sighed. He was somewhat glad that he didn't have to bring his Five-SeveNs out, but also kind of worried of what was to come. She, who was working with Wolfe, got assaulted 4 people. Presumably of Red. Who else would it be? This does not bode well for either Red or Wolfe. And... maybe they both know it. Wolfe would've been too gung-ho to see too far down the line, but Red wouldn't try to cross him. Ugh... Alka stopped his trail of thought there, realising he had to get back home, and just shrugged it off as him over-thinking things. Without saying a word to Rocco, he pulled up the stand for his bike and hopped on, slowly riding back on the trail back home.
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"I've seen worse. Much worse. Major arteries were avoided so she hasn't technically lost that much blood." He replied. After she was taken away, he turned to him while taking off his helmet and said "I'm new here. Would you mind giving me a little heads up about this place?"
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(Sorry went to sleep.)
As Clover was carried off by the paramedics she couldn't help but stare at the people who tried to save her. She couldn't stay conscious any longer though slowly fell asleep.
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Alka stopped as he was addressed. "First off, you don't need to hit an artery to lose enough blood to lose consciousness. Second off, you really should've just stayed wereever you came from. This town is not the best place for... Anyone really. Swing by the bar later and we'll talk more then. I'm working the night shift. "Drink and Drink" is the name." Alka then continued off to his home
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As the bank closed, Ray collected his stuff and headed for home.
The ambulance headed towards the hospital, as the paramedics patched Clover up. "Blood-loss and shock. She'll live."
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"Thank you sir" he replied slipping his helmet back on. He then proceeded to the police station while still wearing his gear.
He walked inside and up to the front desk. He put a thumb drive down. "Thought you might like some pictures to see if you got everyone" He said through his helmet as he quickly walked out again.
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Clover was laying in bed at the hospital her leg stitched up. Her hammer had been confiscated and two police officers were to exchange posts guarding her. She knew her hammer wasn't gone forever, it was bonded to her after all. However calling it would be stupidly obvious and the guards were given magic guns with silver bullets....so she was kind of screwed.
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The secretary smirked, as she pulled the thumb-drive away. "You're just looking to impress, huh?"
Ray walked through the city, quietly whistling. The robbery, though brazen, had been handled. He spotted his apartment, and found the entrance packed with 'Pack' members. Deciding against offing the offenders, Ray ran to the back and started up the fire escape.
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"Ori'buyce kih'kovid" he replied, not bothering to look back. He then started the walk home. On the way there, he saw the bar "Drink and Drink". He decided to go in, and went up to the bar. "Wouldn't happen to have a buy'ce gal would you?" he asked while removing his helmet.
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Alka, having already went home and showered before heading to the bar to start his shift, answered Rocco's request. "One glass, coming up." He pulled out the bottle and opened it using the counter before pulling out a tall beer glass and pouring the drink. "That'll be $15," he says as he pushed the glass towards Rocco
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A very large smile came across his face as he pulled out the money. "I honestly didn't expect to find a epar'yaim that had it. gar Mando?
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(I am going to give a little more background on Clover, mostly cause I am bored.)
Clover was stil sitting in her bed reading a book when she heard her window open.
She saw nothing at first until a tiny head poke out from under her bed. It was a gremlin more specifically a pugwampi named Gug, who was the second in command of her own personal gang of fairies, The Broken Mirrors.
The Broken Mirrors used to be an independent gang a few years ago until they were absorbed into the Pack. However they will never do anything Wolfe says without Clover's approval as they believe she is the mortal incarnation of Boba Mockna, Godess of misfortune, calamities and gremlins who is actually supposed to be long dead. Whether or not this is true, Clover does wield the infamous Hammer of Catastrophes, Boba Mockna's Unholy Artifact which is supposed to be buried deep in the dark forest. So is it very possible she is somehow related to the dark fairy goddess, whether as an incarnation or some other means.
So Gug flashed some hand signals to tell Clover the gang was here to rescue her and she gives him a wicked smile. As the two police posted to guard her look into a room to see what the noise was, two Jinkin gremlins pop out of invisibility and take hold of the officers magic guns. The Jinkins get knocked aside as the police draw their guns to shoot them, but as they do that the guns explode in their face. The thing about Jinkins is they have the power to completely wreck the properties of magic items.
The guards stumble to the ground which is 6 Nuglubs come rushing down the hallway to beat them up. Nuglubs where the largest breed of Gremlin a
standing about half the size of a normal person and pretty muscular. While the nuglubs knock out the police, a whole bunch of Vexit gremlins rush in to start pushing Clovers bed out the door. Gig presents Clover her hammer and she crackles as her and her gang escape the hospital.
Post Merge: April 09, 2016, 06:55:24 PM
(Here are pictures of all the gremlins in clovers gang. The first is a Jinkin, the second is a Nuglub, the third is a pugwampi, and the fourth is a Vexgit.)
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" Osik He said as he checked a datapad on his arm. "Sorry, I gotta go" he said shoving his helmet back on and running out the door. He used his jetpack to head towards the explosions his helmet had picked up while syncing GPS with a nav chart on his helmet HUD while scanning police radio frequencies. When he found the active channel he patched in "You got a couple explosions at the hospital" He readied his EE-3 as he landed at the hospital.
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Clover was long gone by this point but several police cars were outside. Police were everywhere trying to find out where clover could have gone but the only evidence of her being here was two heavily beaten officers and broken mirror that had been found in front of the hospital.
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He went over to an officer "Can you give me a sitrep?"
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(...a what? I am sorry what are you asking for out of character so I can answer.)
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(He is asking an officer for a situation report. A heads up as to what happened and what is currently going on. Sorry, I often go into terminology when I'm talking.)
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"*sigh* Clovers escaped the hospital with the help of her gang The Broken Mirrors. They are a gang of gremlins that work for The Pack and Clover is their leader. They seriously hurt two of the officers that were guarding her room and must have made their guns go crazy cause that's what caused the explosions. Clover and her gang are currently no where to be found but they left their signature effectively in front the hospital." The officer takes you to see the broken mirror which had an evidence marker right next to it.
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"Huh. Is the hospital missing any equipment?" he asked as he adjusted something on the side of his helmet.
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Alka shrugged as Rocco left. He cleaned the empty glass and whistled a tune, as he waited for the now empty bar to fill up. It was a bit early in the evening.
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"Huh. Is the hospital missing any equipment?" he asked as he adjusted something on the side of his helmet.
"They are missing a bed...but we found that in a nearby alley." The cop rubs his temples.
"Clover is not stupid unfortunately and the only place we could probably find her is the old glass factory. However last time we raided that place we ended up with Zero arrests and a lot of casualties, mostly because that place is the perfect deathtrap."
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"Huh. I need to talk to whoever is in charge. It is going to take a while, but I can probably get them to come to us. Please take me to the officer or supervisor who can mobilize a large chunk of the force."
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"Alright." The officer says and takes you to the Sheriff, who was Michael Ward but he prepared to be call Mike.
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Alka was quite surprised as he waited for the usually large amount of thugs to appear. But nobody was showing up. He cocked an eyebrow as he put some money into the till and poured himself a shot before swiftly downing it. Odd... Where is everyone?
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Clover walks into the bar Alka was with her disguise to make her look beautiful on. Seeing Alka no one inside she looks confused...than her eyes meet alkas's.
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"Sherriff Ward? I hear Clover is probably holed up in an old glass factory. If you can hold a perimeter around the place, I can smoke them out or eliminate them."
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Alka was busy cleaning some new glasses they got in, before he made eye contact with Clover. "What'll it be tonight, Madam."
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Tweedledee and Tweedledum were wrestling inside the office beside the Sheriff, as they handled the cases of other story-book characters.
Outside of Ray's apartment, the 'Pack' members were merely harassing passers-by, when a shot rang out of Ray's apartment, and the three gangsters found themselves tied together, and strung upside-down off of a nearby street-light. Ray then stepped outside, and smiled up at the three. "What'd ya learn, boys?"
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"...uh I would like..." Clover couldn't really find words to say as she awkwardly sat at the counter. She couldn't tell if alka remembered her or not because she did remember he had seen her change out of her disguise.
Ward seems to have a headache as he has had to listen to those two...all day.
"Ugh...yeah that what we have guessed. The Broken Mirrors are a dangerous lot to go after though. Even if we manage to smoke em' out they are radically devoted to Clover. They would gladly throw their lives away if it meant her living on."
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"We surround the place. We drench it in tear gas and light it on fire in as many spots as possible. You have snipers all over the place ready to nail anyone who comes out. We don't care about taking them alive, we shoot to kill every time. Then, when they are all dead or dying, we move in and see if we can capture anyone, but first we knee cap them. It's brutal and probably illegal, but it is the best plan with what we have. Unless if you are willing to have me unleash nerve gas in the city, which even I think is stupid.
Another option is I disappear and start taking them out one by one, day by day. I would have zero contact with you, and some civilians would die.
Or we could contact a different big gang and try to solicit their help, but then you're tossing in with criminals.
Those are our best options. Or I could just leave if you prefer."
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"...I think you should leave. They may be criminals but slaughtering them is out of the question and would really make us look bad in the eyes of the public. Also an assault that large may eventually draw in the Pack and suddenly were fighting two gangs. As for killing them one by one, clover is bound to notice if a few of her gremlins go missing and will probably blame either the reds or us causing more problems. Lastly I might as well throw my position away if I was caught working with any gangs. So yeah all those plans are out of the question and if you follow up on any of them I will take your badge and have you thrown out of the force!"
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"Roger that. If you ever change your mind, I'll be around. And I'm not a cop by the way." with that being said, he ignited his jet pack and flew off.
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Alka cocked an eyebrow. " <REMOVED> Whatever you're in the mood for, I can grab or make for you. I've been in the business for about 3 years now and have a large amount of experience making <REMOVED> ." Time to drop a hint. "A popular one with the ladies as good looking as you," he gave a wink and a cocky grin, "is the old-hag."
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"I not old! I'm 23 years old." Clover exclaims in frustration. She decides the disguise is pointless at this point and let's it fade away. She flutters her wings which looked similar to dried out leaves and flicked her grey hair out of her left eye.
"I can't help being as ugly as I am and to add insult to injury, that disguise of mine is basically how I looked before puberty hit me."
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Police were scattering all across the city, gang violence was cropping up like bad weeds. Each fight brought something different into the fray, sometimes a bat, other times a knife, guns were used once or twice. But both gang-heads had nothing to do with the initial attack. But who did it? Why?
Alexander Laarzen, a large sable-furred feline, walked into Alka's establishment, and sat at the counter. "One water, please?"
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Alka cocked an eyebrow. "Huh... Well, if you don't want anything to drink, no point hanging around here." The wolf pulled out a small cup and began filling it with Tao water. After a few seconds, he slid the drink over to Alex.
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"I do actually...hand me a diet coke." Clover says and just slumps over on the counter.
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Alex placed a five on the bartender's side of the counter, and nodded. "Thanks." He took a drink, and after a few moments, spoke. "Did you hear about those fights breakin' out all over."
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Alka pulled out a can of diet coke and started pouring it into a large coke cup. Afterwards he pushed it towards Clover. "Yeah. It's all bad news. Both sides are idiots if they're the cause... Also, we don't charge for water. It's tap, not bottled."
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Clover pulled out a twenty from her purse.
"Can you split a twenty...I don't have much else." She said as she was basically was homeless. The twenty was this weeks pay.
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Alka nodded as he opened the till and put the 20 in, returning $18 change. "You know, with all the fights going on recently, I would've thought there would be more bruised thugs coming in to drink away their scars."
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Alex retrieved his money, and sighed, taking another drink. "Wonder what happens next..."
Wolfe rode through the streets in his custom built, completely bulletproof limousine, trying to clear his head. Little Red, however set about rallying her troops, for a push against Wolfe's meagre amount of claimed blocks.
Several gang members, about five or six, walked into Alka's establishment, boisterous and loud, and demanded drinks.
"Yo! D'ya see that one guy? Got brain'd all over the post-box!"
"Haha! Yeah, man! S'good one! Hey! Barkeep! Get us some drinks, will ya?!"
"Yeah! C'mon barkeep! We ain't the waitin' types!"
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Alka sighed and muttered "Here we go..." Under his breath. Looking over at the group he pulled out a few glasses and started filling them up with some <REMOVED>. "I can only work so fast boys, give me a minute."
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"Well, work faster man! C'mon, we're parched!" The six gangers were cajoling and pushing each other like giddy school-children, when one's fist went wild, and struck a nearby patron, neatly knocking out the victim. After a brief moment of silence, the gansters began laughing.
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Alka noticed them nearly knock out the customer and stopped pouring drinks. He put both his arms on the table in front of him and calmly, yet firmly stated, "You lot need to cool your jets, before the lot of you get cut off. Take a seat, wait for your drinks and stop **censor** with my customers. Otherwise, we're gonna start having some problems."
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One of the younger members, obviously effected by Alka's firm tone, nodded. "Y-Yeah, a-alright old man. Jeez...It was just an askident (sic)."
The others just rolled their eyes, and sighed, leaning back in their seats.
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Alka rolled his eyes and resumed pouring the final drink before they got loaded onto a tray. He lifted it up with one paw and began walking it over to the gang. "By the way, it's $6 a glass." He said as he approached the group and set the tray down onto their table.
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The older gansters merely chuckled, and one spoke up. "Sure it is, old man." They had no intention of paying, and did a pretty poor job of showing it.
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"Ey, you're the one who's gonna get followed up. Not me." He grinned as he said before he leaned towards the one who spoke up. "And between me and you guys, it's not a pretty sight." He chuckled as he turned right around and proceeded walking back to the counter. "$6, if you've forgot. Per glass."
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"I would listen to him boys...or you will be sorry." Clover said as she was sipping her diet coke. She didn't care if these were pack members or reds but she wasn't afraid to teach them a lesson. Plus her boys were not to far away.
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The gangsters merely rolled their eyes, and took to their drinks.
Alex, having finished his water, got up and left.
The police had gotten closer to their breaking point. Both Dee and Dum wanted to draw in more reinforcements, but weren't sure where from.
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Cabur went for a walk in a not so great part of town, looking for scoundrels.
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A large individual, oddly constructed, staggered into Alka's place, looking distraught.
The gangsters walked out, the youngest of which picked up the bill, a note attached. It simply read 'I'm sorry my friends were so rude.'
Riot police were deployed near the police station, attempting to quell the uprising one block at a time.
Several miscreants were tailing Cabur, curious as to where he was headed.
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Alka smiled as he saw the note. Violence is a learnt skill. Not inherent. Teach someone how to be nice... they'll be nice. With that he turned around and put the money into the till before turning to the individual. "Welcome. You lost?"
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The individual cleared his throat, and spoke. "Hello sir, w-we're looking for-" he was cut off by a voice coming from the middle of his coat. "Reinforcements! We're getting swamped." The individual's face contorted into a grimace, as he looked down. "Shut-up Dum! We're tryin' 'ta be incognito." The individual then looked to Alka. "I-It's us...Dee and Dum-" Dum chimed in, "the police chiefs." Dee sighed, and mopped his brow. "W-We can't sustain this fight, please-" Dum again chimed in. "Put the word out, we need help."
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Alka cocked an eyebrow. "Odd place to come looking for assistance officer. We mostly just get the type of people who'd up and kill you if they knew who you were. That, or beating the living tar out of you. Depends how much they've had to drink. Speaking of which, can I get you anything?" He pulled out a small shot glass... for himself.
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Dee and Dum both nodded, and spoke in unison. "Somethin' with a kick. Bootjack's Boot is usually our choice. Non-alcoholic, but s'got the same kick."
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Alka stroked his chin, wondering if they had any. "Might have to go to the cellar to look for that one. I'll be back in a second." He pulled out a key and went through a staff only door, locking it from his side.
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Having noticed the tails, when he went around one corner, he silently popped in between a dumpster and a wall out of sight and tossed a rock around the next corner to see just how dumb these tails were.
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The tails fell for the trick, and followed the rock. After a few feet around the corner, they stopped and one spoke up. "Ach...He got away. We'd best head on back, boss' got a thing needs seein' to." The others nodded, and the would-be tails started away.
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Cabur smiled as he heard them leave. It was his turn to tail them now, and he had the advantage of training. He followed them properly, and also shot a tiny tracking dart onto one of the guy's shoe, just in case.
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After a few minutes, Alka emerged from the cellar with a large bottle, locking the door behind him. "It's not exactly young, but it hasn't expired yet. Should be good." Walking over to the counter, he pulled out a beer glass and poured a full cup. "Not sure how much we're pricing this. I'll just say it's $8 cause it's non-alcoholic."
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The police chiefs each set eight dollars on the counter, and looked up at Alka. Dum spoke before his brother could. "Another, please?"
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Alka cocked an eyebrow. "Forget that there are two of you." He pulls out another cup and pours it to the top. "Two erm... Whatever this is," he eyes the bottle as he says this, "Enjoy." The wolf pushes the cups in Dum and Dee's direction and pours himself a shot of whatever was under the counter, before quickly downing it and tensing up. "So.... You were saying you needed help?"
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The police chiefs both downed their drinks in a single go, and Dee spoke up. "Yeah...we're pretty much sunk." Dum chimed in afterwards. "We don't have enough guys to cover the streets." They then asked in unison. "You know anyone that'd help?"
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"Well... Not sure about prosecution or anything but..." Alka pulls out a shot glass smaller than his pinkie and sets it down, before taking 10 paces away from it, turning, pulling out his revolver and blasting it to pieces. "I'd be happy to lend a gun here and there. In the name of justice, that is. Not too bad of a shot, if I'd say so myself." The wolf grinned as he bowed
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The chiefs looked at each other, and then Alka. "You're in. Ask your friends, too. But don't tell 'em we're lookin' for people."
Ray wandered into Alka's bar, and sat across the counter from the chiefs, staring at the wood-work.
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"My lips are sealed officers." Alka said as he walked over to the shattered pieces of glass and looked over at Ray. "Welcome. What can I get you tonight?" He called out as he began scooping up the various small shards
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Ray thought a moment. "A diet soda, if you would."
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Alka cocked an eyebrow, as he placed the shards into the bin. "One cup of boring, coming right up. $2.50 for that one." He pulled out a large Coca-Cola glass and a Diet Coke, before emptying the contents of the can into the glass
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Ray placed the money on the counter, and nodded. "I don't drink." He took a sip of the soda.
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"Sucks to be you then my friend." Alka shrugged, put the money into the till and began cleaning some more glasses. "At the very least, Alcohol'll put you to sleep before it starts poisoning you. Fizzy drinks go straight to messing with your heart."
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Ray shrugged. "Maybe, but I'm none-too-kind when I get schwifty." He took another sip, before asking. "What's the word about town?"
The police chiefs had, at some point, left, leaving a tip on the counter.
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Alka closed his eyes to think. "People are dying left right and centre. Gang wars. Seems Red and Wolfe are at eachother's necks for some reason. Streets aren't as safe as they used to be." Alka put away the now clean glasses.
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Ray nodded. "Yeah...but when there's a bunch of crazies out there..." He shrugged, and took another drink.
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Alka leant against the counter. "I, personally, think their is an instigator. Someone who doesn't belong to either Red or Wolfe. Neither leader would try to start anything, considering how much easier things are for them when they don't. And then, just out of no-where, both teams want the other dead. Seems a bit sketchy to me..."
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Ray shrugged. "Yeah, I dunno...it's all so sudden."
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After a while of following the thugs, Cabur decided to just leave, they were just hanging out anyway. And he had other bug data to analyze back home anyway. So, he just slipped away from tailing them and started the walk back home.
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The group, after goofing around, started towards an abandoned warehouse. They slipped in through two bent bars in the fencing, and entered the warehouse proper.
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"Well" he said when he got home and analyzed the data "I'd say this is a LOI. Maybe I should pay a little visit tonight" he continued to shift through his other taps and bugs "Huh. Let's see just how willing those two are. If they want this town cleaned up, they'd better be ready for a firestorm."
Cabur changed into a 'borrowed' mail carrier uniform, dyed some of his fur, put a different colored pair of contact lenses in, typed up a letter, put a USB drive in, sealed it and made it look proper, and went to the bar. He went straight to the front and Alka and in a bored voice asked "Hey, you doctor Wolf?"
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Alka raised both his eyebrows. "I'd say, it depends who's asking, but it's not much of an identity to protect in the first place. To answer your question, yes, but my practise is closed this late. You'll have to come in tomorrow. In the mean time, interested in a drink?"
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"Ugh, I'd love one, but I still have the rest of my route" he said patting his mail bag "Which reminds me, I was instructed to deliver this personally" he said handing Alka a large manila envelope. "But you can bet I'll be back here later" he said as he turned to walk away
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Alka took the package. "Strange... I wasn't expecting anything. But umm... Thanks, I guess." Alka hid the package below the counter. He'd take it home to look at later.