The South of Town [Open, Apply In The OOC Sheet]

[Rayleonarde]

Ray shook his head, taking another drag on his cigarette before walking towards the building. "Better find what's left before it's gone, eh daredevil?" Ray figured the best place to start would be the worst place; the production floor. A single hair, a little blood, maybe a survivor, any would at least get the ball rolling.

[Angus]

As a child would, the leopard laughed enthusiastically. Optimism was always something that he enforced in a conversation, and not just because he gets paid a hefty amount of money for what he does.


"That shouldn't be a problem! We'll find something, no doubt."

[cuzyeahboi]

waiting for coolcyotie))

[Rayleonarde]

Ray kicked the door of the building open, and nodded. "There's something to find, that's for sure."

[Rayleonarde]

A few minutes passed before Ray sighed, and sat upon an empty crate, defeated. "I can't find anything. Not a drop of blood or fur." He cast his eyes to the ceiling, and jumped up. "Mich! Get back here!" A shimmering figure shuffled across the roof and out an open window. Ray ran to the nearest door, chasing the figure.

[Angus]

The mercenary followed close behind, apparently very intrigued by what was going on.
"Do you know that...thing?"

[Rayleonarde]

Ray said nothing, running like a man possessed. As they reached a very downtrodden part of town, the raccoon pulled the mercenary behind a graffiti and muck covered dumpster. "Stay down and keep quiet. I know the guy, yeah. Michal 'Fast Arty' Arturo. Reliable source for underground operations. He must've been curious about the factory."


A voice, raspy and mocking, emanated from the dumpster. "You know, Detective. Y'can jus' ask me." From between Ray and the tiger, a stringy chameleon fellow seemed to peel out of the grime, his smile wide.


Ray sighed and stood. "Mich, good to see ya."


"De pleasure's all mine, Detective. Mich slapped Ray's back good naturedly. "Y'don't come poppin' up 'roun' here much, wha's de occasion?" One eye rolled to look at the merc, looking him up and down. "Who's'a muscles?"

[Angus]

//Apologies for my absence, struggling with personal matters.


The leopard's ear twitched immediately. To say the fellow was slighty intimidated was an understatement. He was silent for a few seconds but then cleared his throat.


"Um...Esox...?"


Esox didn't bother to ask the same question. He was more confused than he was concerned.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray glanced back at his compatriot. "Tag-a-longs from the investigation. We're not here to get violent. I need to know what you saw, Mich."


The chameleon nodded, one eye locked on the merc. "'Course! I'm de' one dat sees everythin', 'member. Ah, but m'memory's a li'l foggy. 'Haps a li'l bit'a de' green'll help."


Ray groaned and rolled his eyes, before handing Mich a crisp, fifty-dollar bill. Mich stuffed the bill in his coat greedily.
"Ah, yis. Li'l bit'a thing came bouncin' out fast-like when de' big boom happened. Took t'de' roofs an' disappeared."