Acension Revival

[Farewell]

In the bathroom, he dug in the cupboard before pulling out a few dye boxes that had been lying in there. "... Are you going to keep on your undergarments or...?" He asked before adding. "Either one doesn't matter, I already cleaned you off before.. You know, when you were injured. Just whatever makes you comfortable, ok?" He said softly a bit flustered himself.

[Cifero Windtail]

Zanthe, not wasting a moment, stripped to her underwear, a neutral expression on her face. "... It will stain if I leave my undergarments on," she murmured, rubbing her arm. "I suppose... er.... Well, it's a careful thing you have to do." Without clothes on, she did not seem as imposing, but she was clearly still in near perfect shape, if in need of some slight exercise.

[Farewell]

He kept a neutral expression. "Alright... Well, step in the bathtub so we don't stain anything." He said sliding the glass door open for her and helping her in as he mumbled "Don't slip". Before he went back to the bathroom counter, starting to mix the the powder and liquid to get the dye colors for the calico pelt.

[Cifero Windtail]

Zanthe quickly removed her undergarments as well and stood in the bathtub, maintaining a similar neutral expression.  "I won't need dye anywhere awkward," she murmured. "I just need to get a patchy look."

[Farewell]

"Ok good besides you'll be wearing clothes anyways, and I'm also looking at a few pictures as reference as well." He told her as he finished preparing the dye. Devin walked into the bathroom sitting on the toilet, setting down the three small bowls of dye down. "Ok, where should I start applying it?" Devin asked her holding the his gloved hand under the brush comb.

[Cifero Windtail]

Zanthe started to answer, then suddenly flushed darkly as she realized her back was to Devin. "....My back," she replied, knowing that he could see her tattoo.

[[INACTIVE]]

Name: Bailey Stowe




Age: 32




[/size]Species: Bearded vulture:[/color]




Clothing: Dark Green trench coat, White suit shirt,  purple tie, dark green coat pants with black combat boots. Black wool gloves and a balaclava covering face




Personality: Vial, evil, and sinister. He has no morals and only works for money




Other(put stuff that can enhance the character or stuff): Head gun salesmen for the mafia. He sells weapons for themob and other various familys. Nothing eelse else is known. He also has a thick cockney accent

[SadDubwool]

(Accepted, Stowe-away)

[Farewell]

Devin was gently as he placed his gloved paw against her back. The hybrid moved her fur around, applying dye in a patchy pattern to her fur carefully.

[Cifero Windtail]

Zanthe remained perfectly still, not even purring- though she was tempted to. "...The tattoos should be obscured fully," she murmured.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Name: Al El-Kina

Age: 27

Height: 1.8m

Weight: 90kg (excluding gear he carries on him)
Species: Monfolfgle (monkey, fox, wolf and eagle


Clothing: See 'reference of Al'Personality: Serious, sarcastic at times, rarely displays any form of emotion (unless manipulating others), manipulative, calm, collected, sharp. He doesn't fight unless provoked or working, but fights to seriously injure or kill.

Other(put stuff that can enhance the character or stuff): He carries all his weapons on him. See the references for those in my signature. His left eye is also robotic and is paired with a neurological implant which improves his perception and reaction to sight based stimuli up to 3 times faster. Trained in many forms of combat, capable of using a variety of weapons.
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[Farewell]

"Oh alright. Don't worry about it, I got it." He assured as he continued to apply the dye to her fur. There was a bit of silence before he spoke. "The event starts tonight... And If anything happens, please tell me." Devin told her.
Zaida left the house, ready for the party Boss was hosting. Planning to arrive early to see if she can get some info so Devin and zanthe could get some kind of advantage.

[Cifero Windtail]

Zanthe gently looked over her shouder. "What do you mean by that?" she murmured softly. "Also.... how do things look back there?"

[Farewell]

Devin gave a shrug. "Just... What I meant was.. Be careful." He huffed while her worked. "It's looking pretty convincing so far."

[[INACTIVE]]

Bailey entered the party . Two guards stood behind him. Grey jumpsuits, black bullet proof vests and black balaclavas covered them. Bailey was in his normal attire, his mask was still on of course.


"Right, you two stay in the **censor**' back room. Anything happens you come up and do your bloody jobs. Got it?" He spoke to the two. They both nodded their heads and marched towards the back out of site.


"Stupid mob family. Making me come to this stupid party. Bloody hell..." He mumbled under his breath.