Mega Birb

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

@Midnight Howl@Hawlin I'm bad with tags, just trying to reference Vexes and Luciel for plot advancing stuff.

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@KoL Not sure, but I think you're up for a post.

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

Delvin Crawford

Dropping the crumpled pack of cigarettes back into the bag behind him, Delvin shrugged slightly as Sacha made for the weapons crates. "Eh, good for you." He started the bike up once again as the Godmother left in an apparent hurry, leaving her negotiator stranded with a pair of armed alligators that were starting to look hungry. Laughing to himself about that dark image, he steered his iron steed to follow the armored jeep while tightening the straps on his gas mask. A sandstorm could easily wreck havoc on the exposed engine below him, and he wanted to get his loot back to the hole in a working state. Thus, he took off for his ultimate destination that day; the Hole.

As he weaved his way through the macabre streets of New Earlton, the raven was sure to occasionally glance at the scenes he passed by. Beggars lined the streets, a few prostitutes and druggies were scattered about, and the occasional corpse was being devoured by flies in a disturbingly fast manner. This place was a hellhole if one existed, but it was home. A broken home, that was. His thoughts were interrupted as he heard a scream from a little ways down the street. Shrugging the noise off as someone probably getting beaten to death with a lead pipe, he turned the corner and continued on his way to the Hole, not to be stopped. He'd had a long enough day already.

He slowed down as he entered the parking lot of the hotel, guiding the bike into a space near the door and killing the engine. He removed the keys and dropped them into his vest's pocket once again and locked it, then started to undo the mess of bungee chords than had been keeping the TV in place for the last few hours. Several minutes of cursing and fighting against the tools, the television was under the bird's arm and the other was peeling off the gas mask he'd worn all day. Clipping the mask onto a belt loop and withdrawing the pack of smokes from his bike again, he flicked it open and fished one out with his beak. The cigarette secured, and the pack now tucked into another pocket within his vest, he took hold of the lighter hanging from his neck and lit the end. All affairs in order now, Delvin made his way into the hotel before him and took a seat at the bar. Dropping the flat screen onto the counter and removing the butt from his beak, he tapped impatiently, waiting for a bartender to make an appearance.

@Hawlin@Midnight Howl

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

@Hawlin My body is ready

☽ ☽ Mooncrest Island ☾ ☾ (Supernatural/ Psych Ward) (Starting/ Always Open!)

@Mega Birb slight problem....the others don't know about their powers...only Ash does. He is going to reveal it at the meeting. Tell everyone to stop taking their meds. All that jazz

@Midnight Howl

Welp, over looked that. I figured that everyone at least had an idea about the powers. I mean, obviously Soren knows about his for reasons explained in his bio, just thought the others knew.

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

@VKAllen@Midnight Howl As always, I forgot the tags. Rip me.

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

@Mega Birb You're probably going to have to read my reply then edit yours...they were posted too close to succession and are now confusing as she is already in the car with @VKAllen

@Midnight Howl

Yeah, I didn't have to edit as much of it as I thought I would have to. So yup, gg.

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

Delvin Crawford

Having watched most of the scene unfold from a safe and comfortable distance on his bike, Delvin sat up as he head the gunshots come from the Godmother's signature pistol, a golden Deagle that caught the harsh light from the sun. The audible bangs of a beefy pistol like that meant something had gone wrong while he was focused on the arms deal. Deciding now was a good time to intervene, the raven kickstarted his motorcycle and took off in the direction of the snow leopard, his left hand ready to retrieve his shotgun from the holster if needed.

As he drew closer and slowed down gradually, the rumble of the bike's engine was sure to draw the attention of the assailants in the car. Keeping one hand raised up in a passive gesture as he approached, the bird pulled to a complete stop beside the jeep and killed the engine once again. He stuck his left leg out to act as a stand, having a feeling he might need to jet off quickly. "I'm not here to kill or rob you, just wanna see who fu-" Looking into the vehicle's side mirror, he noticed Sacha's smug grin looking looking back at him. "Goddammit Sacha, I leave to find you a fucking TV and you steal the fucking Godmother's car?" Sighing audibly and mocking a suicide with a finger gun, Delvin sat back once again and looked to the back seat at the woman. "Alright, I'm guessing you want those gators dead, your negotiator secured, and that massive fucking weapons shipment in the back of this thing." He patted the side of the off-roader and paused briefly, then looked at the lynx's reflection. "And based on what I just heard, you want a few of the guns from that deal?" He gave them both a look that quite clearly said 'Tell me I'm right,' and reached into one of the saddlebags behind him. As he rummaged for a moment, he made an offer he honestly doubted either of them would accept. "Either of you smoke?" The raven pulled a beaten pack of cigarettes from the pouch and flipped the top open, then held it up, within view of both parties.

@VKAllen@Midnight Howl

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

@Midnight Howl Thank. Time to throw a birb into the mix.

☽ ☽ Mooncrest Island ☾ ☾ (Supernatural/ Psych Ward) (Starting/ Always Open!)

Soren Gale

Soren slowly walked down the 2nd floor's desolate halls, stepping carefully over the debris in the area. He'd been up here many times since the fire, looking for anything that might've hinted to what happened to the boy that caused it. Soren himself assumed he was dead, body probably cast into the ocean surrounding the island and any files on him erased. He let out an audible sigh as that thought crossed his mind, hating himself slightly. Had he interfered, maybe that kid would be alive right now... shaking his head, the man shrugged the regret off. Something like that was out of his control now, and couldn't be helped anymore. Arriving to the old classroom, he pushed open the door and looking around. It wasn't exactly destroyed, but there were scorch marks all over the floor and a lot of the room was blackened by smoke. Somehow, the chalkboard and plenty of desks had survived the initial destruction, and had only needed a quick cleaning to be usable again. And now, this was the best meeting place the inmates had.

Pulling one of the deskless chairs to the front of the room, Soren sat and rested his elbows on his knees, intertwining his fingers and looking down at the floor. His attention was stolen from this meditative state soon, however, as Lunafreya showed up looking nervous. "It's alright, y'know. None of us have a deathwish on each other and there hasn't been a guard up here in weeks." His attempt to put his friend at ease made, the man stood up and grabbed a piece of chalk from the tray in front of the board and wrote out an agenda carefully. Usually, they had around two hours until someone got suspicious, and he always planned accordingly. Ash would have to be introduced and given a guide to the asylum, but beyond that, he had no idea what else to do. If someone thought of something, he was all ears.

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