[i][b][center]Caravan Mission[/center][/b][/i]

When Oswald came in, there were indeed eyes on him. Men armed with pick axes, in various states of tattered. Beyond them was pitch black. The fear in their eyes were evident however, and they knew they were trapped. But for the short while that Oswald was there, he would hear something. Voices. Words. In an entirely different language.

"Fru ec ra? Fryd tuac ra fyhd?"

"Rana'c hud rana du gemm ic, ec ra?"

"Tytto, bmayca cyja sa!"

There was a started shout when he vanished, leaving only the note. One of the men crept forward and looked at the note, unfamiliar with the words written on it. There was some hushed chatting amongst the men to try to figure out who amongst them knew the language. An elderly woman stepped forward and took the note in her hand. Electrical sparks jumped from her fingers and burned the paper. "Hmph. Hunters. Damned fools don't even have half the story..."

Meanwhile topside, the head guardsman still looked stern and ready for violence, though the rest of his guards seemed rather revealed that for once, no one was trying to kill them. There wasn't really anywhere to rest however, and the best they could do was find a shaded area tn sit down. The head guardsman went up to Marcus. "Do you really think those animals are going to listen? No matter how this ends up, they're as good as dead. It was because of them that this camp is in this sorry state! If we don't kill them, they'll be executed or imprisoned for siding with the fang. You trap a animal in a corner and it will die fighting. And I don't know about you, but I rather not give them the chance to bear their claws."

Eventually however someone does come up. It was only one, but a [url=http://i.imgur.com/MGiSyxi.jpg]female faunas[/url] arrived with a piece of paper. But as soon as she saw the tank she couldn't take another step forward. She just fell to her knees and started crying, clutching the paper tightly. Before anyone else could come out an older man came from the cave and put his arms around her, trying to both comfort the crying girl and shield her from Team MODA and the others, despite how fruitless such an endeavor would be. The guardsmen were stirred back and the head guardsman was thinking about taking a shot, but looked over to Marcus.

"I don't know what you sent to them, but I seriously doubt that a show of force is suppose to make them comply. It certainly didn't when we tried."

"Fryd yna oui fyedehk vun, oui pycdyntc! Lusa yht gemm ic ev oui ryda ic cu silr, un nayt drec yht cyja ic! Lusa uh, zicd tu ed!"

The man at the entrance of the mine started shouting at the others in his language, seeming quite angry and passionate. He took the paper from the girl's hand and waved it in the air. There was some sort of writing on it.

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On a piece of cloth scratchily written with what seems to be coal as the following written: 

[i]I am the radio jamer. I not stop until we saved. We know that you wil kill us ifw leave. We do not control bugs. They kill us to.[/i]

There was a message on the other side of the note as well.

[i]Fat human said he help and this hapen. We do not trust you do right thing. All you humans kill like monsters. Is that you will do anyways?[/i]
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[@Forsythe][@Agent B52][@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN]

[i][b][center]Patrol Mission[/center][/b][/i]

"You assholes! You don't care about this city at all, just want to flaunt your dick and stick your head up your ass!" The anchor girl shouted at Ebon and Skyra. The leader of the gang placed a hand on the Anchor girl, who quickly than began to heal from her injuries. [b]"Shush. Let them do what they want. We still have work to do ourselves. Don't worry, I doubt they could help even if they did know what's going on."[/b] The leader said quietly. The gang of girls departed shortly after, vanishing around the corner.

At the Horn of Plenty district, things were just as bustling before, but without merchants trying to get in everyone's way. Instead various food kiosk stood at each corner and on the side of the room, trying to sell their wares. [url=http://i.imgur.com/0lo79RG.jpg]Dango[/url] in sweet sauce, [url=http://imgur.com/TaIQk5d]grilled meat[/url] on sticks, there was one stall selling [url=http://i.imgur.com/n37f3AJ.jpg]burgers[/url] that used hand-man doughnuts instead of buns, [url=http://i.imgur.com/UKbkHEI.jpg]watermelons[/url], and even one selling a [url=http://i.imgur.com/v93aHUB.jpg]strange blue drink[/url], claiming that it can give you nightvision. There were also [url=http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZgNcF70A7M/TgXw8s8MNHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/I_eoRwBhUdQ/s1600/securitron.png]robots[/url] moving around, picking up trash, offering directions, and cleaning messes. Not too far away from the entrance of the Horn of plenty however was a crime scene; there was police tape blocking the area around a gas station, with a bunch of broken windows scattered about. A human officer was on standby and when she noticed Skyra and Ebon she waved them down.

"Hey! You're the hunters, right?"

Over at the Land of Walt the manager of the Ursa game seemed unsurprised that Krysthane tried to kick the target herself. Her attack did cause a bit of damage, knocking over a table from the force of her blow... And got to 77%. The Ursa did bend at the force of her attack, but it did not break. The manager simply sighed and spoke out. "And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why you need the right tools for the job! That was an impressive kick young lady, but unfortunately it just didn't cut it. Points for trying though! Here, have a [url=http://i.imgur.com/UozcccM.jpg]sundae[/url]." 

Two knights arrived on the scene expecting a fight, but when they saw it was just Krysthane trying to hit the ursa they relaxed. "Another hunter huh? You'd think they would know how to hit an ursa for maximum damage!" One of the knights said. The other knight just laughed and noticed Sepia. There was a nudge between the two, a couple of hand motions, and one of the knights approached the absent-minded huntress. He leaned in closely and whispered something into Sepia's ears. 

"Psst, hey. The sweet spot on the ursa isn't on it's head. Well, not on it's face. It's actually right underneath it's chin. Most people do an overhead smash, but what you actually need to do it do an underhand swing. That'll give you at least 50%, so if you put some power into it you can hit a hundred easy." 

[@Eklispe][@SevenStormStyle][@PyroDash888][@Ryonara]