nevada ♔ tie your own rope

[everyredcent]

WHO || Faye, Tybalt, Miles, Jaina, Solace, and Christos
WHAT || The Knights investigate the neighborhood where the disappearances have been occurring
WHERE || Nevada
WHEN || April 17th [backdated]
HOW || Actionspam

There's nothing sinister whatsoever about Oak Street, as Christos steers the rented van onto the street and parks against a curb. Well watered and neatly trimmed lawns frame cheerful suburban houses, a paper boy rides past on a bike, a couple strolls by hand in hand eating dripping ice cream cones. Down the block, children are visible hooting and whooping as they swing from monkey bars on a small playground while mothers wait on benches and chat politely, happy to soak up the sun and get off their feet for a moment.

Christos frowns heavily through the window, as if the sight of all this contentedness is more unwelcome than an army of invading monsters would have been.

Solace speaks up first, from his place in the front passenger seat. "It may be prudent to split our group to cover more ground. At least one of the homes should be re-examined, and we ought to ask some of the locals for their take on the situation." He unbuckles his belt. "I mean to investigate the area for evil auras."

Christos nods, turning off the engine. "The sun will be down in an hour. I'll scout around the houses for access points. No point in breaking in before then."

Comments

[everyredcent]

[ christos moves after him like a blur, surprisingly silent as he heads towards the fence, and scales it (with obviously a bit more difficulty than the cat...) ]

[reallywicked]

[Do you know who isn't an expert fence jumper?

Faye.

First the cat, then the elf, and all that's left is Fay, looking at the fence like really??? Her attempt to get over is... sad (jump 8). She at least has the good sense not to shout after them, but she does whisper-yell.]

Hey!

[everyredcent]

[ through the slats: ] It hardly bodes well for your future usefulness on missions if you're bested by a few pieces of wood. [ in other words, he ain't helpin' your ass ]

[quarrelsomecat]

[Tybalt slips through the dog door and looks around the interior from where he can see, ears swiveling about as he listens for a sound. Sorry Faye. You aren't getting help from Ty either.

This is what you get for taunting the prickly cat. You are on a team or prickly pears. If the coast is clear, he'll do a check for an alarm system. (Search 13?)]

[everyredcent]

[ well, the good news is there's no dog in sight.

The not so great news is that parked just a couple feet from him on the rug is the fattest cat he has ever seen in his life. A yellow monstrosity, it looks like it could best up any dog who dared to wander into its neighborhood. And its immediate reaction to tybalts entrance is to bare it's claws and hiss like it has a slow leak. ]

[quarrelsomecat]

[This is probably karmic retribution of some kind for refusing to aid his teammates, isn't it?

Tybalt tenses up, locking his good eye with the yellow monster, back arched as he lets out a low warning growl of his own. He has held his own against men a foot taller than him. Surely he can handle someone's housecat? Or maybe he'll just look for the nearest surface to jump onto. If things get tough he can always shift back and take the claws for the team.

Okay monster stray. Let's see what you've got. It might be bulk and brawn but Ty is quick and agile. That dexterity has to count for something doesn't it?]

[reallywicked]

[Christos, this is irresponsible to leave the angry baby witch. Christos, she is going to burn this fence down. Christos, why. Christos B|

Fay attempts to climb the fence instead of jumping over it, but she... finds this a worse idea than the last, because she rolled a 1. So she gets halfway up, slips, and falls back on her ass. Never ask her to do physical anything ever again. She walks around to the gate, which is probably locked, but even if it isn't her reaction is the same. She rears back a foot and slams it into the fence door, because this is fucking bullshit and fuck this fence (str 18).]

[everyredcent]

[ jesus faye, you KICK THE FENCE OFF ITS HINGES. SPLINTERS FLY. FENCE IS HISTORY. christos stands staring with raised eyebrows on the other side. o_o

meanwhile, inside it's a CAT FIGHT. because the terrible tabby launches itself forward, shredding furiously with both claws (atk 22, atk nat 20) and almost sinks its teeth into him as well (bite atk 15). his claws do 3 total damage. it takes a 13 or higher to hit the kitty! some cat stats :O ]

[quarrelsomecat]

[Damn, Faye. Not that Ty notices what's going on outside. He is busy having his tail handed to him by the angry stray. After a short recoil, Ty lunges in for a counter-attack.

He slashes at the cat with both claws (atk 17 + atk 19) and attempts to bite (atk 8) but can't get in close enough.

Come here kitty. Let Ty pay you back for that fucking nat 20 and 22. Vicious little bastard... maybe not so much the little.]

[everyredcent]

[ the cat was clearly not expecting so much spirit out of tybalt and lets out an annoyed yowl, scratching at him again, but trying too hard to maintain some distance as it tries to attack him further. (1 dmg) ]

[quarrelsomecat]

[It can yowl all it wants. Tybalt jumps (16) at the wall to the cat's side, shoving off of it to hit the ground behind that monster tabby, a low, threatening growl in his throat as he goes in for another bite (nat 20).

If it thought it was going to bully him out of this house it has another thing going. The only thing worse than Tybalt's social skills is his stubborn streak and hurting or not he isn't letting a neighborhood pussy cat get in the way of his mission.]

[reallywicked]

[Meanwhile Faye strolls up to Christos, still looking just as mad at him as she was at the fence. Douchey elf asshole.]

Are we seriously waiting on the stupid pussy to figure out that he can become a real boy before we get in this house?

[So annoyed at all of you]

[everyredcent]

[ look, christos doesn't know he's having heathcliff fight club in there, ok. ] If he finds opening a door to be too difficult, we'll manage without him. Although now that you've alerted the entire neighborhood to our presence, we can't afford to even grant him that opportunity. [ as he heads to the back door, and draws out a lockpick, inside the cat rounds again on tybalt, undaunted by the fact that he's getting messed up, although again, it tries too hard to stay out of range of ty's teeth and claws to do more than claw and bite at the air in front of him ]

[reallywicked]

Gee, maybe someone could have unlocked the gate for me like a gentleman.

[You're lucky she's not trying to kick this door in, tbh. For now, she just follows and wait while he prepares to pick the lock.]

If you could do that this whole time, what's the point of letting the cat out of the bag?

[quarrelsomecat]

[Can Tybalt just go ahead and full body slam that cat? He's getting tired of the angry flailing about. Really, cat, just go. Tybalt only wants this place temporarily. He issues a low warning growl as the idea sinks in that it might just be better to shift back. What is using unfair advantages on your opponent?

Back off, Tabby cat.]

[everyredcent]

To avoid leaving traces of evidence. Seems a bit late for that, now. [ annnd the door clicks open effortlessly beneath his pick, swinging open just as tybalt slams into the cat and they both go skidding across the floor.





christos stands there staring in the doorway like 'what is my life' ]

[quarrelsomecat]

[O o p s. Hi Christos. Sorry about that delay thing. He was going to get to the door. Really, he was. What is backing down from a fight? Tybalt blinks up at him with his good eye.

Sure. Now this seems silly. Before it seemed like a perfectly valid plan of action. Stop judging him.]

[reallywicked]

[Faye rolls her eyes and shoulders past Christos to get into the house. She looks down at the cat/teammate and sneers.]

Really? This is what we were waiting on?

[quarrelsomecat]

[Oh shut up Faye. Have a glower and a low rumbled growl from the disgruntled feline member of this team thing.]

[everyredcent]

Let's hope the two of you have more skill in searching than either of you possess in stealth.

[quarrelsomecat]

[Tybalt considers just staying a cat just so he won't have to talk to either of them, but he shifts back and brushes himself off, pointedly not looking at either of them.

What's done is done, and he's not apologizing for taking on the cat. What. They couldn't wait two minutes for him to kick its tail and open the door? Totally not his fault.]

[reallywicked]

[The answer to Christos' question (at least on Faye's end) is a big fat NOPE. She's searching, but... easily distracted by the terrible taste the owners of this home have (search 6).

She'll just be over in the living room, looking at picture frames and knick knacks or something.]

[everyredcent]

[ WHAT ABOUT YOU, kitty. roll a search check \o\ christos goes gliding through the house like a ghost while faye looks over happy little family pictures of a chubby faced ginger kid and his folks. ]

[quarrelsomecat]

[This is clearly where Tybalt is going to try to win some of his lost pride back. He's looking for clues as he makes his way through the house, scanning for anything that looks out of place with a keen eye (search 16).]

[reallywicked]

[Faye gets bored with the pictures quickly, but apparently isn't any more interested in help because with a crit fail search check, she isn't even trying to try finding anything.

She flops herself down on the couch and props her feet up on the coffee table.]