Acension Revival

[Rayleonarde]

Guards seemed to circulate around the warehouse, armed to the teeth with things even the military tried to keep secret.


A note fluttered down behind the dumpster the two Manchesters were hiding behind. It read simply:


Go home. ~Z

[[INACTIVE]]

The eagle picked up the note and read it, "**censor** off!" He yelled.


The feret pulled a radio out and spoke into it, "Send in a shit ton of guys down at the warehouse near the party."

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

((Please wait for Cirero... Again  ))


Al stepped out of the vehicle, looking at the Zambian. He chose to keep his left eye closed for now, resting it, just in case he'd need it.

[Rayleonarde]

The Zambian tilted his head, paws folded neatly behind his back. "Where is your friend? There were two of you in the car." He then turned to the suit closest to him. "Please, if those silly Manchester men decide to continue their exploits, have them removed." He shook his head, speaking quietly before returning his attention to Al. "Silly boys shouldn't play with mad dogs. Anyway, you're probably wondering why you're here, and why I haven't smoked you yet."

[Cifero Windtail]

Clare was still in the car, still masked, and crouched inside, a blanket over her as she listened. No one should be able to see her from the outside.


Cifero gets fully dressed and packs everything that is needed.




Cassy packs the last thing and looks over at Ruby. "I take it you can move pretty fast?" she asked.




Zanthe let out a low whistle. "That's some pretty nasty stuff," she murmured. "I think there might be some ulterior motives behind them wanting their drugs back..."

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al looked around him. "Actually, I'm more wondering when the last time I heard someone refer to themselves as 'mad dogs' was. But yeah, those are two very relevant questions." Al maintained a grip at his side. The bleeding was slowing, but it still hurt a lot.

[SadDubwool]

*The Doctor reforms in the park, he rubbed a hand over the injuries from his encounter*




"Interesting, It seems she Is able to make simple drawings into actual objects"*He looked at the dead crow he held in his hands, before he started walking across the grass and observing the apartment from afar*


"Worthy adversaries indeed."*He said whilst pouring a substance from a small flask on his wounds, causing them to close and smoke abit*

[Rayleonarde]

The Zambian nodded. "Well, I'm not looking to kill you, that's for starters. You're little uh..." At this he tapped the left side of his head. "Skill there is very interesting. Secondly, I wanted to talk with you and keep you from those silly men pretending to be ruthless." Now at this, the Zambian whipped out a phone. "Please get me the families of those fools following my friend Al here, and bring me their first child." He then closed the phone and looked sheepishly, or a sheepishly one could in a mask, at Al. "Sorry, that was rude. But, anyway, what other questions do you have?" As he spoke, guards approached the car and tapped on the window.

[Cifero Windtail]

Clare tensed up and remembered what Al had said as she heard the tap on her window. Crap, she thought, staying still for a few moments. She was wearing a t-shirt under her bodysuit, so they wouldn't see her scar, but still... it was worrying that they somehow knew she was still there.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al continued to keep his left eye closed. "That doesn't answer the question of why I'm not riddled with bullets. You want something, but aren't saying it." Al slowly approached the Zambian, limping on his weakened side.

[Rayleonarde]

The Zambian clapped. "Well of course I want something from you, dear boy! Your little skill is something I'd like to have on my payroll. It's simple. You work for me and get payed. Easy peasy?"

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al thought it over. "Sorry, but I don't work for anyone. Been offered plenty of contracts from cut-and-paste rich and powerful types like you, but I've turned them all down. However..." Al looked back at the machine gun, "I don't feel like this is one of those times I can simply turn down your 'offer'."

[Rayleonarde]

The Zambian shook his head. "Rich and powerful? Son, you're not from around here, are you?"

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al shook his head. "Neither do I plan on staying here. Or more, 'did'. I still have a head I need to take."

[Rayleonarde]

The Zambian chuckled. "Persistent, huh? What if I offered you double to leave your mark alone?"