Woodlocke City

[Grovygrunge]

Xander hummed to himself as he reloaded his flintlock. He seriously needed something just a little bit better, or maybe just more, more is better in a way. As he reloaded he looked over to the shotgun toting fox and Cecil as they entered. "Well this keeps getting more interesting. I swear, same people always get dragged into shit in this city." Xander holstered his pistol and gave Kro a half smile. "Put the poor bastard down would you?"


Xander glanced over for a moment and spotted Geoff, staring at him from across the room.

[Cecilia Peromi]

"I'm with him" Cecil said, motioning to Xander. "Put that fur down and walk away, or else." Cecil said, while producing large mirror shards in both hands.

[Kromas Ndorai]

"Firstly, I'll have you know my mother is dead. Secondly, I'm gonna walk out that door, and then this guy is gonna be just fine. Until then..."

The smoke from his hand covered Kro's arm, and poured slightly onto the floor.

[Rho'Syn Ilwynog]

Rhosyn looks to my right at the newcomer pulling out the weapons.


"Thank's luv, appreciate the assist!" she grinned and looked at the fur holding the innocent. "But aye've got this handled."


A click and the grappling hook on my gauntlet shoots forward at lightning speed and wraps around the scythe, and the clockwork pulls hard.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray had remained silent, but tears streamed from his eyes. He had hoped the robbers would've left him in the bank, but apparently kidnapping was on the agenda. Ray also knew that, unfortunately, if these thugs wouldn't kill him, his clients will. His bank, which he had advertised as impregnable, obviously was not. This would cost him, dearly.

[Angder]

Octavain slammed Ray onto the roof of the building.

"Please forgive the manner of our ascent. But I needed a chance to talk to you." he states. "At the end of this. There will be questions. Who am I? what do I want? I hope you will answer that question. My name is Octavain Tactium. I had little in the way of family. That fear you feel now? that is what I feel ever day of the week. The simple fact is. Powered furs are growing in power. Your kinds days are numbered... Ray isn't it?" Tact releases one of Rays arms. "I want you spread the word. Is that clear?"

Meanwhile The 2 thugs bolt, the male one Grabs Geoff, dragging him with them.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray, when he made contact with the roof, cried out in fear and pain. He looked up at his captor, and wept openly. "W-What d-do y-you want m-me to say?"

[Cecilia Peromi]

The smoke that the spider had created cleared away. "Drat!" Cecil said, "they got away!". He looked around the bank, the empty bank, Cecil gasped as he realized what had happened. "Those guys! Those thugs! They took Geoffrey! We have to go after them!"

[Rho'Syn Ilwynog]

"Who?"


Coughing, Rhosyn looked around, her grappling hook retracted clutching the scythe.

"Listen mate, aye just walked in t'e this establishment. I dunn' know what yer talkin' about. Who is Geoffrey?" she still held her shotgun out, looking around for any enemies.

[Kromas Ndorai]

((Sorry, I went off, so I didn't reply. Please give me time to reply if you're gonna do stuff like that.))
Kro pulled on the clockwork, retaking his sickle, and dropping the civilian. He then dashed outside, and out into an all!eyway, which he filled with smoke. By the time the smoke dissipated, he was gone. And he still had his sickle.

[Cecilia Peromi]

"Geoffrey is my friend. He runs an art shop nearby. And those lowlives took him!"

[The Past]

Geoffrey instantly regretted the words he let escape from his mouth. As much as he wanted to take down the government, these people had an terrible, powerful vibe to them, and he was just a poor bear who can talk to ghosts. Terrified, he let himself get dragged away.

[Rho'Syn Ilwynog]

((Sorry about that, retconning to just the hook returning to me))


"Well, lad that's a dang shame, but what d'ye think aye can'ne do about it?"


Upon seeing the lack of enemies, she holsters the shotgun again.

[Angder]

Octavain twists Ray's arm. "tell them... Tell them that things are changing... tell them that We will be free... Tell them a golden age is coming. And they are either with us... or... well... I think you know the rest." Octavain knocks Ray over, Slamming his shoulder into the roof, before letting go, and scrambling away, preparing to jump to another nearby rooftop.

~~~

The 2 thugs move quickly. Hoping they will not be followed. "I think one of the patrons saw us." The male thug, who was in the process of removing his mask to reveal a grey wolf, states. "That smoke guy seems to have it covered." The fox replies. "We need to get back to our base. Tact will make his own way there." The wolf blinks. "what about the guy still in the bank?" The fox grins. "Never seen him before. Looks like Tacts plans are already succeeding." The wolf snarls. "As long as I get payed, I don't give a toss to be honest."

[Kromas Ndorai]

Kro kept running. The adrenaline was all be needed.

After a while, he came to a stop. Satisfied that no one was chasing, he took his mask off, placing it in his pocket. His sickle went back into his coat, and he put his glove back on. That was fun. He would happily do it again. He now wandered the streets, away from the bank. Far away.