With the return of Mark and the Korats, the director gathers everyone at the MBI up for a meeting. In this meeting he congradulates for the good work but gets serious soon after stating he’s noticed some of the agents not liking how things are or working with certain others. To remedy this (or just make the Megs’ lives heck ;D) Mark pairs all the agents up for partnerships to help get to know one another and work out differences. Trina and Fletch are partnered, Josie and Joe are partnered and Tasha and Hans are partnered. Hertz and Sypher are partnered later too (is that right?). Each set is given an assignment to work on and once dismissed, each team goes to begin work on their particular cases.
Meanwhile another meeting is being held by Dark Kat. Sypher and Protocol attend this one (Sypher needs to make sure meetings for both employments aren’t on the same day at the same time XD) to which Dark Kat explains his plans for an Operation Doom. Dark Kat also introduces “Rilth” who in fact is that advanced cyberdemon staticy creature that’s after McGrath and Stormcrow from the future. He puts Rilth in second of command and dismisses the cyberdemons to begin their assigned tasks. Protocol is sent to work with Rilth at the Desert Base and she along with the others are given orders to steal information from Puma-Dyne and the Defense Center. One other objective is added, one which Dark Kat is not to know about after Rilth used some controlling device on the cyberdemons, and that objective is to destroy McGrath on sight. Protocol goes off to do as instructed (unaffected by the device) and finds McGrath at the Defense Center outside where she informs him of Rilth.
Sypher starts vacuuming the halls and finds a trail of woodshavings. Following it he arrives at the front desk to find Hertz on top of and a beaver underneath and a scared Hertz on top of the desk. Apparently thebeaver escaped from the zoo and followed Hertz (who was at the zoo earlier that day) to the MBI. The two try to catch it but fail and Trina and Fletch arrive on the scene now, soon after Hans and Tasha do as well. They manage to take the wiley beaver (with much hilarity! check out the log to this one for many a laugh XD) down and Trina has it shipped off back to the zoo.
<JoeForge> 4RPGOGO! HAHAHAAHAHA! I HIT DA BUTTON!
<MarkSulfur> ((::DEAD!::))
<JoeForge> ::issa in the conference room then! seated all nicely at the table:: <Tasha>::right beside him::
<MarkSulfur> <Trina> ::is sitting in the back to listen:: <Jason> ::is up in front with de’ Mark::
<HansLynx> ::sitting there calm and relaxed:: <Josie>::sitting there, straight and full attention on the superiors!::
<JoeForge> ::listening!:: <Tasha>::Ditto!::
<MarkSulfur> All of them here? <Jason> A couple missing. I’ll remind them via e-mail or something. <Mark> ::nods:: ((Say Tashamun, anyway I could have you RP de’ Comm. Forge later on? ^^))
<JoeForge> ((why sho! I wouldn’t mind at all!))
<JoeForge> ((just tell me when!))
<MarkSulfur> ((Kies!))
<HansLynx> ((<Commander Forge> You’re a slacker, Korat. Get a haircut and stick to your real job. <Jase>::sobs!::))
<MarkSulfur> Well. ::in that tone of “let’s get started”::
<MarkSulfur> ((::DEAD!::)
<JoeForge> ((::DIIIIIES!::))
<JoeForge> <Commander Forge>::will make an appearance later!::
<JoeForge> <Tasha>::waiting on him to get started. smirks at Lynx a momement then goes back to listening!::<Joe>::attention forward! do not look at Trina. Do not look at trina::
<HansLynx> ::listening! leaning back in his seat casually:: <Josie>::alert!::
<MarkSulfur> <Jason> ::arms crossed, as he has a feeling Mark isn’t really in the mood to start this lightly:: The building is still standing. I’m impressed, guys. And, we got a pretty healthy number of reports in return. Not bad for the first few months.
<HansLynx> ::returns Tasha’s smirk with a wink like “hey you!” XD::
<HansLynx> ::laughs a little:: I’d hope the building wouldn’t collapse due to your absence, Captain.
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* _Mirror_ is now known as _Matt_
<JoeForge> <Tasha>::snickers:: <joe>::still leaned back, listening calmly
<JoeForge> ::
<JoeForge> ((hey matt!))
<MarkSulfur> <Trina> ::smirks:: It’d collapse with him in it, so consider yourselves lucky. <Jason> ::tosses a pen at her and misses intentionally::
<MarkSulfur> ((WB!))
* MarkSulfur sets mode: +o _Matt_
<_Matt_> ((<Jason> Yes, I uh, missed intentionally. Completely on purpose. ))
<JoeForge> ((LOL!))
<MarkSulfur> ((::snork!::))
<MarkSulfur> And, I hear Commander Forge has been working you guys to the bone. ::jokingly:: I do hope this means you missed us.
<MarkSulfur> ((Jason))
<HansLynx> ((LOL! wb!))
<MarkSulfur> ((<Josie> ::is clinging to Comm. Forge’s leg, begging him to come back:: Pleaaaaase! It’s the circus in there! Make ‘em drop and give you fifty! Make ‘em jog up and down City Hall steps! ANYTHING! <Comm. Forge> But… I… ::dragging:: Need to get… back… to my HQ! <Josie> TAKEMEWITHYOU!!!))
<HansLynx> <Josie>::looks away from them at that XD::
<HansLynx> ((::dies!))
<JoeForge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<HansLynx> <Josie> Permission to speak, sir?
<JoeForge> <Tasha>::smirks:: <Joe>::can’t help but smirk as well. will be glad daddoo is gone XD::
<MarkSulfur> <Jason> Permission granted.
<HansLynx> <Josie> I think the Commander did an excellent job. He will be missed but it is good to see our regular superiors back. Just putting in a good word for Commander Forge is all.
<MarkSulfur> <Jason> ::nods once, smiles warmly:: I’ll be sure to give him that note, Lyons. Thank you. So! Anything on the agenda that we need to know before I let Dir. Sulfur take over? ::for the first time not calling him by his first name::
* _Matt_ is now known as Dark_Kat
<HansLynx> ((EVIL! XD))
<MarkSulfur> ((oh noes! XD))
<JoeForge> ::issa quiet!:: <Tasha>::quiet as well!::
<HansLynx> We got a few ‘nip addicts in the cellblock, unless their bail’s been posted.
<Dark_Kat> :: likewise preparing to hold a conference of evil, known to the patent office as DARK MEETING ::
<Dark_Kat> :: (c) ::
<MarkSulfur> ((:DEAD!!::))
<JoeForge> ((::DIES!::))
<HansLynx> ((::DEAD::))
<Dark_Kat> :: summons all available Cyberdemons, underlings, creeplings, etc. to the main underground chamber. Mind the stalagtites and ‘mites ::
<MarkSulfur> <Matrix> :is still in hiding. XD::
<HansLynx> <cyberminions- er demons>::;D all standing in a line, looking at DK, awaiting orders:: <Protocol>::amongst them of course. Sypher’s still off after Matrix mun thinks::
<JoeForge> <Glitch>::ain’t comin. nope! nu uh! no wanna get reformatted for going on the fritz XD::
<HansLynx> <cyberdemons>::in a row that is, not in a line. unless this is our weekly beatings time::
<Dark_Kat> ((<Dark Kat> No. Weekly beatings are on Mondays.))
<MarkSulfur> <Jason> Alright. Well, if that’s all if it, they’re all yours, fearless leader. ::goes lean against well to listen to what Mark has to say:: <Mark> ;:nods, gets in front::
<MarkSulfur> ((:dies!::))
<JoeForge> ((::diies!:: <Prot>::sighs:: what a way to start a week….and I still got a hangover too…))
<HansLynx> ((LOL!!))
<MarkSulfur> ((<DK> Beatings on Mondays, reformats on Tuesdays, scoldings on Wednesdays, torture on Thursdays, my dark laundry on Friday, attempts to conquer the world on Saturdays and on Sundays we rest. ::wise nod::))
<HansLynx> ::wonders if he should bring up Hertz crawling around in the vents XD::
<JoeForge> ((::SOOOOOODEAD!::))
<Dark_Kat> :: once all are assembled, stands beind the Dark Podium with a fancy Digital Display showing up behind him with the DK logo currently displayed ::
<Dark_Kat> ((<Dark Kat> :: then squints at paper :: That’s a typo. On Sundays *I* rest. All of you feed me ))
<MarkSulfur> ((<Dark Kat> ::brings out his dark laser pointer, i.e., the one that leaves holes in whatever it points at))
<HansLynx> ((::dies!:: <Protocol> Is not your Dark Laundry the same as Torture, Creator? <Dark Kat> Boot to the head Fridays will occur if you ask me that again.))
<MarkSulfur> ((:SOOOOOOOODEAD!!!::))
<HansLynx> ((<Matrix> See, he should have Biz Cas Fri. No wonder they’re all cranky, having to wear bland boring black ‘n grey clothing.))
<MarkSulfur> ((::dies!:: <Matrix> If it were up to me, they’d all wear polka dot! <Cyberdemons> ….))
<JoeForge> ((::SOOODEAD!::))
<MarkSulfur> ((Symun be on her way))
<Dark_Kat> After having completed a satisfactory trial period, with some minor indescrepencies that have been dealt with, it is now time to end testing and begin to real work at hand.
<Dark_Kat> ((begin the real work at hand^))
<JoeForge> ::still listening to Mark:: <Tasha>::ditto!::
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<HansLynx> ((hey Kris!))
<SypherSK> ((Hey!))
<MarkSulfur> So I see there was quite some activity these last few weeks. :reading report:: Like Korat, I’m rather impressed.
<MarkSulfur> ((Heys!))
<JoeForge> ((kris!))
* MarkSulfur sets mode: +o SypherSK
<HansLynx> ::looks smug he does::
<HansLynx> <Protocol>::ah the memories… stands looking blankly at Dark Kat like the others::
<HansLynx> <josie>::yey praise!::
<JoeForge> ::yay! er..yeah XD:: <Tasha>:: ^_^ OOOO I did good job with interogation!::
<Dark_Kat> With this testing period ended, my latest diabolical scheme will now commence. With the advent of Cyberdemon technology and the relatively lax state of affairs within Megakat City, Operation Doom can proceed <Display> :: behind Dark Kat shows various blueprints, technical readouts, images, etc. on it ::
<MarkSulfur> However, there were a couple things brought up to my attention, and quite frankly, I’m not abuot to tolerate them. ::yeps, went from “calm and understanding” to “no nonsense” baby:: <Jason> ::is shown giving him the “uh…” look in the bg::
<Dark_Kat> ((<Mark> Firest and foremostly, PLEASE put another roll on the thingy if it runs out ))
<HansLynx> ((::DIES::))
<MarkSulfur> ((::DEAD!:))
<JoeForge> ((::SOOODEAD!::))
<HansLynx> ((<Dark Kat> Scoop your own litter, or you will be reformatted.))
<Dark_Kat> ((<Mark> Secondly, don’t drink out of the milk carton. Pour a glass. That’s why we bought them.))
<SypherSK> ((Er… Can I just pop Sy into the Meeting of Evil and say he zapped in late? Couldn’t escape the MBI, you know. He’s been working in deep cover as “that newbie who polishes the toilet seats” after all.))
<HansLynx> ((::he tells his Cyberdemons. isn’t as nice as mark::))
<MarkSulfur> ((::CRYING, you guys! XD))
<SypherSK> ((::DEAD Mark and DK:: ))
<HansLynx> <cyberdemons>::all process the information being shown:: <Protocol>::glances over at Sypher a moment at his entrance. smirks. seeing him as a lackey again is amusing::
<HansLynx> ::raises brow… curious::
<Dark_Kat> Operation Doom consists of several multi-faceted items, ranging from espionage, to sabotage, to construction, demolition and enforcement. The first and foremost of these is the infiltration of ALL city-wide facilties, ranging from law enforcement to utilities to even the city council. One of you is already in place at the MBI. Others will soon follow elsewhere.
<SypherSK> ::is indeed very lackey-ish, looks properly chagrined for being late even tho’ he has an excuse ((but no note… because it just wouldn’t work to as one of his MBI superiors for a note to explain his absence to Dark Kat)), listens attentively::
<Dark_Kat> Once in place you will provide up to the moment intelligence and action, disabling the law-machine from the inside.
<MarkSulfur> There’s gonna be a few changes around here. I’ve just about had it with the way we’re being shown as. Despite the last few positive missions, the city isn’t going to exactly cut us some slack unless we start looking a more professional law enforcement agency. <Trina> ::eyebrows arch into her bangs, wonders if he’s just in a bad mood::
<JoeForge> <Tasha>::rolls eyes. wondering if going back home wouldn’t be better….:: <Joe>::wonders whats going on::
<Dark_Kat> While a portion of you accomplish this goal, others will be infiltrating the Megakat City Defense Center and Puma-Dyne Research Laboritories to withdraw the latest mechanized war-machine technology that will then be assembled in our remote base in Megakat Desert, where stolen raw materials have been stockpiled. The construction of THIS will begin as soon as possible.
<HansLynx> ((::dies:: <Mark> you… want me to write a note to your “creator” on your lateness to his meeting? ::looks at Sy confused:: <Sy>::nods and smiles:: And sign it please for proper verification.))
<MarkSulfur> ((::DEAD!!!::))
<JoeForge> ((LOL!))
<Dark_Kat> <Display> :: shows a computer simulated DARK ARMY storming over the horizon and into Megkat City, etc. ::
<HansLynx> <cyberdemons>::and Protocol all looking at the display with near blank expressions:: <Protocol><Oh brother… this scheme… well sorry, Dark Kat, but you’ll never see this happen.>
<Dark_Kat> ((<Mark> Well, your beliefs are your own :: thinks for a moment :: You guys get tax exemption? <sypher> You could say that <Mark> Huh… :: scratches chin, turns to Jason :: From now on you’re Meg-Bishop of the MBI <Jason> … ))
<SypherSK> ((::DEAD!:: <Sypher> I’ve noted exactly what I was doing during at the time and your agents can verify that I was in fact where I claim to have been. As can your security cameras, which I made sure were watching me constantly to verify that in no way was I doing anything shady like secretly working for Dark Kat.))
<HansLynx> <That’s why we need to use those files of McGrath’s to nab the big time criminals.>
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<SypherSK> ::takes it all in::
<JoeForge> ((hey Kutlass! we in the conference room in a meeting!))
<SypherSK> ((<Hey, Kutlass!))
<Kutlass> ((Hey, everyone! Sorry about lateness, as usual. XP))
<MarkSulfur> STARTING with the attitude and the overall willingness to act like you’re willing to do your jobs. ::arms crossed:: Thus far, I’ve noticed that some of you don’t like the way we handle things or the way we lead. GET OVER IT. Second of all, this isn’t a place for slackers. Third of all, the people you are working with may just very well save one or even several of your nine lives one of these days.
* Kutlass is now known as FletchRyder
<MarkSulfur> ((Heys! The agents are in the conference room and Mark’s giving his very first chew out. ;D))
<HansLynx> ((Hey Kutlass!))
<FletchRyder> ::oh joy, would be late to *this* meeting. comes in quietly, hearing Mark’s words, and makes his way to a seat as silently as possible::
<HansLynx> <Josie>::eep straightens at this::
<JoeForge> ::relaxed back in his chair, attentive though:: <Tasha>::leaned forward slightly with hands on table::
<HansLynx> <Whoah, the Director does have some bite after all.> ::inwardly smiles and outwardly nods XD::
<Dark_Kat> While I am overseeing all areas of this plan, one adjustment has been made. I’ll be concentrating primarily on the handiling of the espionage and directing those associated with it directly. I’ve appointed a new…associate to handle the construction and field-handling of the DARK ARMY. :: gestures to spot on the far side of the room :: <spotlight> :: shines over there ::
* MarkSulfur sets mode: +o FletchRyder
<SypherSK> ::turns to look::
<Dark_Kat> ((<Dark Kat> He is known simply as Steve))
<MarkSulfur> ((<Mark> LATE! ::beats Ryder with OPness::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol! <Sy> .. Eh, Steve!))
<JoeForge> ((::DIIIES!:: <Steve>::is formerly of the Jerry Springer show::))
<MarkSulfur> ((:DEADSTEVE!::))
<MarkSulfur> ((<Matrix> I’ll get you, Eh Steve!))
<HansLynx> ((::DEEAD::))
<SypherSK> ((::snorking!:: ))
<Dark_Kat> He is known as ‘Rilth,’ and from this point forward, he is second only to me in this operation.
<FletchRyder> ((lol))
<HansLynx> <cyberdemons ‘n Prot>::all look over at spotlight::
<HansLynx> ((<Dark Kat> Not to be confused with “Filth”. ))
<SypherSK> ((<Dark Kat> Filth is his personal lackey.))
<JoeForge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<MarkSulfur> And, while I’m on the subject of differences, I’ve also noticed that some of you don’t get along with your fellow agents. Just for this, I think it’s time each of you got assigned a partner. <Trina> Hoo-boy… ::under her breath:: <Mark> What was that, Korat? <Trina> Nothingsir.
<MarkSulfur> ((:DEAD!!::))
<JoeForge> <Tasha>::frowns now. Leans back in chair. no want a partner!:: <Joe>::glances at Trina. lol! don’t get in trouble over there honey::
<FletchRyder> ((lol!! <Dark Kat> I must warn you, his dialect is much greater than our own, so don’t insult him by asking him to repeat things or wipe spit off your face. <Rilth> Rat’s right, Rark Rat! Ehehehehe! <Cy Demons> …))
<Dark_Kat> <Rilth> :: standing there in the spotlight, fairly tall, skinny, dressed in black attire that doesn’t have any real distinguishing features visibly. Nothing remarkable in appearance ::
<MarkSulfur> ((::SOOOOOODEADKUTLASS!!))
<HansLynx> <Josie>::glanced at Trina then looks back at Mark::
<JoeForge> ((::DEEEEEEEAD!::))
<MarkSulfur> ((<Dark Kat> Kat. KAT! Not RAT! <Cyberdemons> ::beg to differ::))
<HansLynx> ::grins at Tasha. hopes he’s partnered with her::
<Dark_Kat> As you’ll note, Rilth is similar to you, a distant… cousin if you will. You’ll find his abilities suprior to your own. Do not question his origin.
<HansLynx> ((::DIIIES Kutlass::))
<Dark_Kat> <Rilth> :: to the non-human eyes of the Cyberdemons/kats, is no doubt registering as quite off-kilter, with the presence of various technologies not of the contemporary… ::
<HansLynx> <Protocol>::narrows eyes, staring at him, running a scan::
<HansLynx> <Protocol>::Rilth that is::
<SypherSK> ((::SOOOOOOOOOOODEAD!::))
<SypherSK> ::is running a scan of his own curiously, has never heard of this person::
<Dark_Kat> Now, with introductions out of the way, here are your current assignments :: uploads the requistion to all of them with the push of a button :: Attend to your assignments, and do not dissapoint. This meeting is adjourned.
<FletchRyder> ::simply looking at Mark with a serious but somewhat perplexed look::
<Dark_Kat> <Rilth> :: notes all of the scanning from various Cyberdemon sources. Disregards it, and turns on his heel, disapearing into darkness ::
<HansLynx> <Cyberdemons>::recieve their instructions, a few others scanned Rilth as well but just for recognition purposes. zap off to do their various assigned tasks::
<MarkSulfur> So listen up. Each of you will be assigned a partner. Lt. Korat has even asked to join this little rendevous, so outside the office, she’s another agent.
<HansLynx> <Protocol>::watches Rilth leave. she have an assignment in particular?::
<Dark_Kat> <Sypher Transmission> <ORDERS: Continue undercover work at the MBI and await further instruction>
<MarkSulfur> ((<Dark Kat> Protocol, your first assignment. <Prot> ::Stands at attention:: <Dark Kat> Take my dark laundry to the cleaners. <Prot> ;_; ))
<Dark_Kat> <Protocol Transmission> <ORDERS: Report to Desert Facility and await instruction from Rilth>
<HansLynx> ((LOL!!))
<JoeForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<SypherSK> <::acknowledges receving his orders and zaps out::>
<SypherSK> ((::LOL!::))
<FletchRyder> ::wonders what this buddy system will entail exactly, especially at talk of “off-duty”::
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<MarkSulfur> And, each of you will receive an assignment. Stick to it until you’re done with it. I want no excuses.
<HansLynx> <Protocol>::recieves her own orders and zaps out soon after the others. makes way towards said facility to meet this Rilth. <What luck… ::grins::> ::
<JoeForge> ::nods in agreement to him:: <Tasha>::Staying quiet she is! not sure she likes this idea of partners::
<MarkSulfur> And, I don’t care whether you like the person you’re with or not. Do I make myself clear?
<Dark_Kat> <Desert Facility> :: a large aircraft hangar sized room concealed within a large sand dune, with various raw materials neatly organized and stacked. :: <Rilth> :: standing atop one such pile, awaiting the arrival of the Cyberdemons ::
<JoeForge> Yes, Sir. <Tasha> Yes, sir.
<HansLynx> <Josie> Sir, yes sir. ::worried, not her usual enthusiasm::
<FletchRyder> ::nods slightly:: Yes, sir.
<Dark_Kat> :: returns to his private chambers to scheme, etc. ::
* Dark_Kat is now known as Rilth
<HansLynx> ::just nods at that, still leaning back relaxed::
<SypherSK> ::returns to the MBI, solidifying down the street from it and heading inside via the back door::
<MarkSulfur> Good. Lyons.
<HansLynx> ((<Dark Kat> Blast it, I forgot that with Matrix gone, I’m one cyberdemon short to clip my toe nails. ))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<MarkSulfur> ((::DEAD!::))
<JoeForge> ((::dies!::))
<HansLynx> ((<Dark Kat> Where’s Glitch? <cyberdemon> She’s gone too sir. Left a nasty letter to you, and instructions for self grooming.))
<HansLynx> <Josie> ::looks at him waiting::
<JoeForge> ((::DEAD!:: <Glitch> Yeah! Wash yer own toe jam out!))
<HansLynx> <Protocol>::arrives at Desert Facility. stands waiting now like a good cyberdemon should::
<SypherSK> ((::DEAD!::))
<MarkSulfur> ::reading a list:: You’ll be with Joseph Forge. ((Muns, lemme know if this set up is okie for you. XD)) Lynx, go with Tashyra Forge. Ryder, you’ll be with Lt. Korat.
<JoeForge> ((<Joe> NO! Its not alright! I protest! <Trina> aww ain’t he sweet? <Joe> I wanna be with Hans! <trina>…….))
<HansLynx> ::well dunno ’bout the mun, but this chara is happy. -g- grins at Tasha::
<HansLynx> ((::DIES::))
<MarkSulfur> ((::DIES!:))
<FletchRyder> ::raises brow at that, getting put right with the higher brass::
<Rilth> :: once all are assembled, speaks to them. Voice is slightly phased, as if speaking electronically :: The Puma-Dyne and Defense Center locations are you key targets. You will be amasing data on the latest automated military technology, stealing any prototypes and data available, returning here upon completion. Destroy any evidence of your activities in the field once finished. Should you encounter any biologicals…
<HansLynx> <Josie>::nods at that, glances at Joe::
<JoeForge> ::glances at Josie a moment. is alright with it. wanted Trina but didn’t figure he’d get her:: <Tasha>::smiles softly at Hans then looks back at Mark::
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<MarkSulfur> ::and, no, has no idea of certain romantic pairings. So he’s cluless in that regard and Jason’s not about to tell him. XD::
<Rilth> …wipe their memories of their encounters with you. There is one exception to this.
<HansLynx> <Protocol>::listening along with any other of her bretheren who were assigned here too::
<HansLynx> ((<Jase> DO NOT PAIR JOE AND TRINA! <Mark> I… haven’t… <Jase> okay ^_^))
<MarkSulfur> ((::DEAD!!::))
<JoeForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<HansLynx> <Josie>::looks back to Mark now as well:: <Hans>::does too!::
<FletchRyder> ::so I guess that leaves Hertz with… Sy! Bwahaha! sorry man::
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<MarkSulfur> Any questions?
<JoeForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<Rilth> The information for this is classified, and not to be discussed or relayed to any other Cyberdemons, not even Dark Kat himself. :: holds up a hand, that abruptly transforms into some type of transceiver that emits a beam toward each of the gathered Cyberdemons ::
<FletchRyder> ::silent::
<SypherSK> ((<Sy> ::cries:: ))
<JoeForge> ::nope! no questions from the forges::
<SypherSK> ::quietly, slips back in and resumes his usual cleaning duties::
<Rilth> <Beam> :: emits a highly advanced command singal that overrides the base programming of the gathered Cyberdemons for them to comply with the orders of secrecy. ::
<HansLynx> ((::DIES:: <Sypher> ::returns to Dark Kat on foot, dishevled, weat, ragged, possibly bleeding:: Sir… ::collapses at his feet:: The MBI are on to us. <Dark Kat> What? How do you know that? ::staring at his creation below:: <Sypher> They have partnered me with the most dangerous agent on the force, who fakes “accidents” in attempting to destroy me. ::removes anvil off his head::))
<HansLynx> ((wet^))
<SypherSK> ((::ISSOOOOOOOOOODEAD!::))
<FletchRyder> ((LOL))
<Rilth> ((::dies::))
<JoeForge> ((::DIIIIIES!::))
<MarkSulfur> Good to hear. Lyons, Forge. Your assignment. :slides them a manilla folder:: Keep up with the katnip investigation.
<SypherSK> ((<Dark Kat> You’re sure it wasn’t just dumb luck on the agent’s part? <Sypher> If it’s dumb luck, then dumb luck is his mutant superpower. <Dark Kat> A potent power indeed.))
<HansLynx> <Protocol>::standing still, gaze not moving from Rilth::
<MarkSulfur> ((::DEAD!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<JoeForge> ::catches folder unless Josie does. nods to him:: Yes, sir.
<Rilth> ((<Dark Kat> We must see if we can harness this power. Sypher, you are not to leave the side of this agent ever! Sample all of his destructive power and give a full report at the end of the quarter <Sypher> … :: is abruptly finding self-actulaization all that much easier now ::))
<HansLynx> <Protocol>::is she able to not be affected by it as she is a cyberkat and not a cyberdemon?::
<JoeForge> ((::DIIIIIES!::))
<SypherSK> ((::DIIIIIIIIIESDEAD!::))
<HansLynx> Sir, yes sir. ::lets Joe catchit::
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<HansLynx> ((::dies both!::))
<Rilth> <Beam> :: is not having any effect on Protocol it seems ::
<HansLynx> <Protocol>::hopes Rilth doesn’t notice this::
<MarkSulfur> Lynx and Forge. ::slides another manilla folder:: Your assignment, look into Chop Shop. They said this maniac’s made his way out of jail and I want to know what he’s up to.
<HansLynx> ::smirks at that:: Sure thing, sir. I got him once, can do it again.
<HansLynx> ((and that was Josie up there who let Joe catch the envelope))
<JoeForge> <Tasha>::nods:: Yes, sir.
<FletchRyder> ::blinks at that, had no idea the Pink Panth-Hyen-Thing had made it out::
<Rilth> Now, here is your second objective. <Holographic Projector> :: displays McGrath’s image. Profile, front, and other various forms of attire, including the recent sweatshirt appearance :: If you encounter this biological, terminate him without hesitation.
<MarkSulfur> Ryder, you and Korat will look into Hard Drive. She’s got the information. I want to know what the techno crook is doing. I don’t care if he’s a cashier at SuperKatMart. Don’t lose sight of him.
<Rilth> ((<Mark> Make sure that his drawer isn’t light a few bucks ))
<MarkSulfur> ((::DEAD!::))
<JoeForge> ((LOL!!))
<FletchRyder> Right. Sir.
<HansLynx> <Protocol>::inwardly smirks <Wise move, Rilth. Get a small team out after McGrath.>::
<SypherSK> ((::DEAD!:: <Mark> If he’s even ten cents off at the end of the day, I want to hear about it. Got that?!))
<MarkSulfur> Any other issues that I should know before this meeting is adjourned.
<JoeForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<HansLynx> ((::dies!::))
<Rilth> Now, go and complete your objectives. Time is of the essence.
<FletchRyder> ::would rather be on the katnip, or bringing in more crooks from that file, but shows no hint of dissapointment::
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<FletchRyder> ((<Mark> Aaand, as for you two.. ::getting to Sy and Hertz later:: I need you to infiltrate Dark Kat’s lair, shut down his operations, bring back valuable information, and then pick up our entire order of donuts for the month on your way back. <Hertz> ::faints:: <Sy> ::system errors, then falls over::))
<JoeForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<MarkSulfur> ((::SOOOOOOOODEAD!!!::))
<SypherSK> ((::DEAD!::))
<Rilth> ((::snorks::))
<HansLynx> <Protocol>::zaps outta there with all the others.::
<HansLynx> ((::diies!:: ))
<SypherSK> ((<Sypher> ::over the course of the mission, changes sides… then devises his master plan to take down Dark Kat… just lets Hertz be himself and covers up anything too obvious so he won’t get killed before he can utterly ruin the operation:: ))
<MarkSulfur> ((::DEAD!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<JoeForge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<MarkSulfur> Very well. Meeting adjourned. Come back with any progress.
<MarkSulfur> :leaves before anyone else does::
<Rilth> ((<Mark> And if you don’t have any progress, don’t come back at all!))
<HansLynx> <Protocol>::makes her way to the defense center. taking a route that will lead her to the building McGrath frequents, in case she’s being tracked won’t look suspicious::
<FletchRyder> ::puts his hands on the table as if to stand up and salute, but eases back into his seat at his quick departure::
<HansLynx> <Josie>::Stands and smiles at Joe::
<SypherSK> ::is back at work in the bathroom, still on cleaning duty… not necessarily officially, it may just be how Hertz botched his paperwork… doesn’t mind though… no one has paid him much attention yet and that works just fine::
<JoeForge> ::gets up and nods to Josie:: Shall we? ::motioning to door::
<JoeForge> <Tasha>::gets up, heading out quickly for her desk::
<HansLynx> ::stands up:: Alright, Tasha. Let’s go see what we’ve got on ol’ Hyena boy.
* Rilth is now known as McGrath
<JoeForge> <tasha>::nods:: very well then.
<MarkSulfur> <Trina> ::walks over to Jason: What was that all about? ::at the leaving Mark:: <Jason> I don’t know… ::same bewildered face:: <Trina> You’re the best friend. You talk to him. <Jason> ::small sigh: Yes, yes. Now go catch the geek. Fry his brain with logic. <Trina> ::RAZZ, then motions to Fletch:: Coming, Ryder?
<McGrath> :: hidden in some bushes, looking through a pair of binoculars from an elevated vantage point ::
<McGrath> :: overseeing the Defense Center ::
<FletchRyder> Yes, ma’am. ::standing up::
<McGrath> ((<Hard Drive> HACKZ0R TEH GIBSON1111! :: chasing after someone with an axe :: <Gibson> Early 90’s pop-cultural references continue to threaten my life! :: running away from Hard Drive ::))
<MarkSulfur> ((::DIES!::))
<JoeForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<HansLynx> <Josie> ::nods:: Sure. ::heads to desk room with Joe?::
<MarkSulfur> ::so walks out and heads to her office:: File’s in my office.
* MarkSulfur is now known as TrinaKorat
<SypherSK> ((::DEAD!::))
<JoeForge> ::sure! heads for Josie’s desk or his or whatever::
<FletchRyder> Of course. ::nods, following her:: Lt., if you don’t mind me asking, why the sudden interest in Hard Drive?
<HansLynx> ::goes with Tasha he does w00ty!:: Well, how about this, I’ve got the best partner of the Bureau. ::says quietly to her as they go down the hall, grinning::
<HansLynx> <Protocol>::doesn’t see McGrath there so keeps going quickly, soon arriving at the Defence Center::
<HansLynx> ((::diies::))
<JoeForge> <Tasha> Yes well…we shall see about that. ::smirks::
<McGrath> <Defense Center> :: seemingly the villain’s Wal*Mart XD ::
<TrinaKorat> The sooner we get these guys off the streets, the sooner we can concentrate on the big fish, I suppose. This came unexpected to me, too.
<FletchRyder> ((lol <Defence Center> ::practically has it’s on self-theft-out line::))
<FletchRyder> ((^own))
<TrinaKorat> ::walks into her office and takes out the file from the top of her desk: Lunch, Ryder?
<TrinaKorat> ((::DEAD::))
<SypherSK> ((LOL))
<JoeForge> ((<Joe>::stalks Ryder now to make sure he’s not puttin the moves on his girl::))
<FletchRyder> Depends on who’s buying, Lt. ::not breaking his serious air, looks down at the file on her desk and nears it::
<McGrath> ((<Defense Center Marketing Analyst> It seems that our primary demographic is 18 to 34 year-old super-villains. <CEO> Hrm… :: scratches chin :: Contact the Ad. department about this. Run a super-villain super-sale. That should boost our earnings for this quarter <Analyst> What about legal ramifications? <CEO> Send them a gift-basket ))
<JoeForge> ((::DIIIIIES!::))
<SypherSK> ((::SOOOOODEAD!::))
<TrinaKorat> I am. I’m not about to discuss this over an empty stomach. And, I’m your partner now. You don’t have to stick to formality. ::warm smile::
* JoeForge is now known as TashaForge
<FletchRyder> ((LOLboth))
<HansLynx> <Josie>::heads off to work with Joe! d00t::
<McGrath> ((<Feral> I want to prosecute, but… :: holding up gift-basket :: I just love these things! :: holds up a shiny new baton ::))
<TashaForge> <Joe>::YES! heads off!::
<TashaForge> <CommanderForge>::am I still needed, Sagey?::
<HansLynx> ((::dying::))
<TrinaKorat> <Mark> ::jez, you are! For I am calling you on the phone right now::
<FletchRyder> That may be true, but you still are my superior and should be treated and respected as such. ::picks up the folder:: Now then, did you have any locales in mind for lunch?
<SypherSK> ((::DEAD Feral!:: ))
<TashaForge> <CommanderForge>::answers then!:: Forge here.
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<TrinaKorat> ::chuckles:: I appreciate that, but I wouldn’t worry too much about that. And, I figure the diner across the street is fine?
<TrinaKorat> <Mark> Commander Forge? Director Mark Sulfur here.
<McGrath> ((<Feral> If it weren’t for these gift baskets I couldn’t afford to live my sad, solitary life… :: sniffles :: I’m soooo lonely! :: sobs ::))
<FletchRyder> ::nods:: That would be my choice.
<TashaForge> <Commander Forge> Oh, hello, director. A pleasure to hear from you again.s
<TashaForge> ((er..no s there at the end. stupid finger…::slaps at hand::))
<TrinaKorat> Well, no time like the present I suppose. :locks her office and heads out::
<TrinaKorat> <Mark> Same to you. Listen, I wanted to thank you for your help these past couple of weeks.
<FletchRyder> ::follows behind, still holding the folder securely in his hand::
<TashaForge> <Commander Forge> Oh no problem. I was happy to help.
<HansLynx> ::apologies for lagging XD had to fix something. so goes to Tasha’s desk to look over that file?:: We will see about that.
<TashaForge> ::sure! takes a seat and opens it up:: you delt with this before. Anything we can use to help us on this?
<SypherSK> ::exits the bathroom and changes out cleaning supplies in the janitor’s closet::
<TrinaKorat> <Mark> Do you think we have a chance with this agency?
<FletchRyder> ((<Cmdr Forge> I’ll have you know that I’ve made a few changes around the office. For one, that dumb French guy can now speak plain English! Well, even if it is just “ow” “my spine” and.. “mommy.” Furthermore, your agents have been turned into sharp dressers! <Sulfur> Um.. okay?))
<TrinaKorat> ((::SOOOOOOODEAD!!::))
<HansLynx> <Protocol> ::zaps out of the powerline, not too far from McGrath XD to inspect the building from the outside a moment first before going in::
<McGrath> ((<Commander Forge> So sharp, blinding even! <Mark> That doesn’t make any sense! <Commander Forge> Mixed metaphors arent’ supposed to! ))
<TrinaKorat> ::so off to the diner we is and arriveth, for sooth?::
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<TrinaKorat> ((::CRYING::))
<SypherSK> ((::DIES “ow, my spine”:: ))
<McGrath> ((::dies))
<FletchRyder> ::not for sooth, for soup! arriveth they do, and find a nice comfortable bench seat perhaps? lays the file on the table and immediately digs into it::
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<TashaForge> <Commander Forge> Why wouldn’t you?
<McGrath> You’re blocking my view.
<TrinaKorat> <Waitress> What would you like to drink, you two?
<HansLynx> Hmmm… well he’s one arrogant son of a gun that’s for sure. ::smirks:: Has an annoying laugh, pretty smart though with tech, not the smartest but more than I’ll ever be when it comes to mechanics.
<TrinaKorat> <Mark> We’re the new kids on the block, to put it mildly. I needed a second opinion, but I have confidence in them.
<FletchRyder> Water, please. ::without looking up::
<HansLynx> <Protocol>::blinks and smirks without turning:: McGrath… well my night gets luckier by the moment.
<TashaForge> Yes well..smarts ain’t everything. ::picks up a piece of paper, reading it over::
<McGrath> ((<Mark> I have confidence in them, but I would never confide in them. That’s for my diary ))
<TrinaKorat> <Waitress> Sure thing, hon. <Trina> Skim milk for me. <Waitress> Very well. :goes::
<HansLynx> ((::dies:: <Mark> ::wangsts about it on his LJ::))
<TashaForge> <Commander Forge> Thats good. That’ll get you a long way. So long as you can get them to trust each other. Thats the problem. Once that happens, they’ll all fight for their jobs.
<SypherSK> ((::SOOOOODEAD!::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<McGrath> Aren’t you supposed to be at work?
<SypherSK> ::gets the vacuum cleaner and goes to work vacuuming the halls::
<HansLynx> So… ::looking at it over her shoulder:: wonder who or what brought this whole partnership on in the first place?
<FletchRyder> Well, Hard Drive’s recent activity isn’t very impressive. ::raising his head finally from the file::
<McGrath> ((<sypher> Hahahha! I’m collecting dirt on the MBI! :: snickering :: ))
<TashaForge> I have no clue. Honestly I prefered working alone. ::sets that one down and picks another up to read::
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<SypherSK> ((LOL! <Sypher> And, when I’m done, I’ll upend it all on their heads! ::shakes full vacuum cleaner bag:: ))
<TrinaKorat> ::smirks:: Which part? The fact that he even held up an ATM? I wonder if he’s starting to slip.
<FletchRyder> ((LOL))
<HansLynx> <Protocol> I am. But not Dark Kat’s. Seems your little friend from the future has made contact with him, and Dark Kat in his lust for his gaining power has foolishly allowed him to take charge of some of us.
<HansLynx> ((::laughs!!::))
<TrinaKorat> <Mark> ::nods:: Thank you again, Commander.
<McGrath> :: frowns ::
<TashaForge> <Commander Forge> no problem. Anytime you need something just call. And..keep my kids straight.
<TrinaKorat> <Mark> ::snorks:: Not a problem.
<FletchRyder> There’s enough here to at least bring him in under some petty thieving charges. Why not look him up in that handy address file we have and take him out of the game for good?
<TashaForge> <Commander Forge> So is that all you needed?
<HansLynx> Really? I thought maybe you’d be glad we got to be made partners to spend some more time with one another.
<McGrath> ((<Mark> I’ve even gone so far as to attach wooden-blanks to their bodies to keep them in a perpetual state of “straightness.” It works wonders for posture ))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<TrinaKorat> ::nods:: Best get into the game while we’re ahead. <Waitress> ::brings them their drinks:: Are you ready to order? <Trina> I’ll have the tuna salad.
<TrinaKorat> ((:DEAD!::))
<TrinaKorat> <Mark> Basically, yes. :needed a second opinion from someone who wasn’t Feral. XD::
<TashaForge> Yes well, not everyone enjoys having a partner.
<HansLynx> <Protocol> We were all just introduced to this “Rilth”. A “distant cousin” he says. Myself and a few others were sent to Dark Kat’s Desert Facility to wait for instructions. Rilth was the one who gave them to us. Care to hear what they are?
<TashaForge> <Commander Forge> Good. So if you will excuse me, I got a case going down I need to work on.
<TrinaKorat> <Mark> Yes, sir. Thank you again.
<FletchRyder> ::grabs a napkin from the dispenser on the table and sets his glass down on it:: I’ll have a bowl of your cream of broccoli soup.
<McGrath> I’m sure it involves something positive.
<TashaForge> <Commander Forge> you are welcome. Oh, and Sulfer. A word of warning…
<TrinaKorat> <Waitress> Coming right up. :takes their menus::
<SypherSK> ((<Protocol> It concerns the destruction of the world. <McGrath> That’s positive. He’s not up to the universe yet.))
<HansLynx> ::frowns a little. sits next to her and looks at her a moment:: Tasha…
<HansLynx> ((LOL!))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<TashaForge> ::glances over at him a moment:: Yes, Lynx?
<SypherSK> ((<Commander Forge> …. that French guy. I don’t think he’s really French. Keep an eye on him.))
<TrinaKorat> <Mark> Yes?
<TashaForge> 9(::snorts::))
<TrinaKorat> ((::DEAD!::))
<HansLynx> <Protocol> First objective ::turns now looking at him over her shoulder:: is to gather any and all information from Puma-Dyne and the Defence Center. Hence why I’m here.
<McGrath> That’s to be expected.
<HansLynx> ::glad no one’s in the room with ‘em currently. quietly:: You know not every partnership is going to end like the one with you and Charlie…
<TashaForge> <Commander Forge> I got wind of some kats getting out on parol very soon. Heavy in ‘nip dealing. Our group sent them to prison. I know they got ties in Megakat so you might keep your eye on them. They are liable to go there or return here. I’ll fax some names over to watch. If you don’t mind. We’d like to keep an eye on them but if they stay in Megakat I can’t do that.
<TrinaKorat> <Mark> ::nods:: Very well, Sir.
<FletchRyder> So why bother just watching him, Lt.? Is there reason to believe he might go back into business with Dark Kat and lead us to him or what? Frankly, I’m puzzled over the Director’s sudden decisions since getting back, what with this whole partner thing and these separate cases.
<TashaForge> ::Frowns:: How do you know that? You can’t promise that at all.
<TashaForge> <Commander Forge> Thank you. Good day, Sulfur.
<TrinaKorat> To be quite honest, this came as a surprise to me, too. When he mentioned that he’d have someone help me look into this case, I didn’t think he meant partnering EVERYBODY up. Come to think of it, his attitude today was a real shock to me and the Captain.
<TrinaKorat> <Mark> Good day, Sir.
<TashaForge> <Commander Forge>::hangs up!::
<FletchRyder> He did seem a bit on edge, if you don’t mind me saying so, ma’am. If it’s.. for personal reasons, believe me, that’s perfectly understand. Still… ::not willing to finish:: So what did you have in mind concerning Hard Drive?
<FletchRyder> ((^understandable))
<HansLynx> <Protocol> Oh it gets better. After gathering data we are to get rid of any evidence of our being there and should we encounter any biologicals, we’re to wipe their memories. The thing is… ::Turns around to face McGrath fully:: The information for this is classified, not to be shared with any other cyberdemon or Dark Kat. ::smirks:: He promptly used a device on us all which signal was to override the base programming of all of us to comply with his orders.
<HansLynx> ((where’d that cut?))
<TashaForge> (( of all of us -?))
<McGrath> ((<Mark> Let’s see if we can tap into this internt “trend.” We need to tap into the unlimited supply of slaves working for no pay and :: laughs :: on the job “experience.” <Jason> Isn’t that a bit… evil? <Mark> You forget your college days so quickly ))
<HansLynx> How do you know it will? You shouldn’t let one bad experience dictate everything else, Tasha.
<McGrath> ((intern^))
<HansLynx> <Protocol> He promptly used a device on us all which signal was to override the base programming of all of us to comply with his orders. Good thing it didn’t work on me.
<TrinaKorat> Whatever the reason, I’m sure the Captain’ll beat it outta him. ::smirk:: In regards to Hard Drive, I suppose a little confusion is in business. ::has a hint of an evil grin::
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<TrinaKorat> ((::DEAD!::))
<TashaForge> ::leans back in her chair:: You weren’t the one there when it happened. Its not something you get over easilly.
<SypherSK> ::vacuums down the hall outside the offices::
<McGrath> …yes, good thing it didn’t… :: almost distractedly :: So, what pray tell are these classified orders?
<FletchRyder> What do you mean?
<HansLynx> <Protocol>::chuckles:: To terminate YOU without hesitation should we encounter you. He showed us various images and information on you.
<TrinaKorat> ::smirks:: How good are you at scaring people, Ryder?
<FletchRyder> <Hall> ::outside the offices, there suddenly appears a trail of wood shavings of some sort, leading towards the front lobby::
<McGrath> And yet you hesitate. Did he find you?
<HansLynx> No… I understand that it isn’t. But I think maybe having a partner again might help you along the way.
<FletchRyder> ::blinks a moment:: I’m.. not sure I know what you’re getting at, Lt. I suppose I frighten small kittens and animals, not to mention the occasional she-kat, but I don’t see how that’ll help.
<SypherSK> ::blinks, follows the trail along, vacuuming it as he goes::
<TashaForge> ::softly:: I don’t know….I just don’t…::shaking head:: What if it happens all over again? What if something happens to you? ::looking over at him worridly::
<HansLynx> <Protocol> No, he didn’t seem to notice me. Perhaps because I’m still in my original state with my original appearance.
<HansLynx> <Protocol> I could be wrong though. We’ll just have to wait and see.
<HansLynx> ((::diies “I frighten small kittens and animals”::))
<FletchRyder> <Trail> ::of wood shavings winds around various hallways until it stops at the base of the front desk, where Hertz is perched on top, whimpering, looking down at something in front of the desk::
<TrinaKorat> ((::DEAD!::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<TrinaKorat> What’s Hard Drive’s current address?
<McGrath> I suppose that we will. :: ducks back further into the foilage :: Moreso you, as it appears that my life is about to become more interesting…
<SypherSK> ::coming into the room, lets his eyes follow the trail and then land on Hertz:: Agent Hertz?
<HansLynx> I’m not Charlie. This isn’t the same assignment. ::puts a hand on her shoulder::
<FletchRyder> ::gives her a somewhat dubious look before checking the file. reads it off::
<TrinaKorat> ((<Hertz> NORMAN! ::clutching very short pencil: YOU WERE SO YOUNG! ::CRYING::))
<TashaForge> ((::SOOOOODEAD!::))
<HansLynx> ((::DIES!::))
<SypherSK> ((::ISDEAD!::))
<TashaForge> ::small smile. nods:: I guess not. I just..don’t wanna relive that again.
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> GYAH!! The Beast has reinforcements!! ::spins around on the desk, knocking over pencils, mugs, papers, the works, and starts shooting staples at Sy via the stapler with his eyes closed::
<TrinaKorat> ::smirks:: Surrounded by the railroad AND near a cemetary. Which, judging by all the burglaries makes me wonder why he doesnt’ get an apartment downtown…
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<HansLynx> <Protocol>::notes McGrath ducking and turns to look at the Defence Center again. ears perked::
<HansLynx> And you won’t. I can’t promise nothing will happen to me, but I’m going to do my best to make sure it doesn’t. ::chuckles::
<FletchRyder> .. I’m afraid I still don’t follow you, ma’am. ::not the brightest agent in the bunch::
<SypherSK> ::goes acoherent out of reflex, then quickly solidifies again when he realizes the staples are travelling maybe three inches from the stapler… and that’s only because Hertz is shaking it so hard… still, thank goodness Hertz’ eyes are closed:: Agent Hertz… what are you doing?
<TashaForge> :;sighs. nods:: okay….I’ll give this a shot. At least its with someone I like rather than someone that wouldn’t understand.
<McGrath> <Random Cyberdemons> :: begin appearing in intervals, rading the facility covertly ::
<HansLynx> ::smiles at her warmly:: Glad to hear I’m liked.
<TrinaKorat> ((<Hertz> THIS IS FOR NORMAN! ::STAPLE!:: <Sy> ::shirt arm stapled::…..))
<HansLynx> <Protocol> ::quietly:: I had better get back to my job before I’m noticed stalling.
<HansLynx> ((::dead::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<McGrath> <McGrath> :: is gone, it seems ::
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> Huh? What? ::opens eyes:: OH! Thank goodness! Quick! Arm yourself with a harpoon gun or something and *do* something about The Beast! ::pointing wildly towards the front of the desk, where a large munching noise can be heard::
<TashaForge> ::chuckles:: yes you are liked. ::smiles some::
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<SypherSK> ((<Hertz> ::then pulls out an actual staple gun:: <Sypher> ::yelps, ends up stapled to the wall with staples all along his sleeves and pantlegs::))
<TashaForge> ((::Diiies!::))
<SypherSK> Beast? ::walks around to look at what’s in front of the desk::
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<McGrath> ((<Hertz> :: having stapled Sy to the wall :: Here, let me free you with the Staple Remover! :: pulls out a massive staple remove from behind his back ::<Staple Remover> :: teeth clamp open and closed like alligator jaws :: <Sy> :: sighs ::))
<TashaForge> ((::Dead!::))
<SypherSK> ((<Hamster> ::is gnawing away in the desk energetically:: <Sypher> ::blinks, it’s just so… fuzzy and… cute, feels a totally irrational urge to hug it:: ))
<SypherSK> ((::DEAD!::))
<TrinaKorat> If he’s still in his current residence, I think we can get him into jail without any issue. ::munches on her tuna salad::
<FletchRyder> <The Beast> ::turns out to be.. a beaver! is happily gnawing away at the legs of the desk, and yes, there is some dam-like structure steadily being built infront of the lobby doors:: <Hertz> Getit! Getit! Ew! Ew! ::standing on the desk now, hopping from foot to foot::
<TrinaKorat> Wanna nail the geek to a wall tonight?
<TashaForge> ((::DEAD!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<TrinaKorat> ((::SOOOOOOODEAD!!!! Ew! EW! XD))
<HansLynx> Well. ::goes acoherent and after accessing a similar path as the others have gone, gets inside the facility to extract data the others have not::
<SypherSK> Agent Hertz. ::quite calmly:: Why is there a beaver in the office?
<TrinaKorat> ((Coon> ::has competition! Will not stand for it! ))
<TashaForge> ((<Tasha>::blinks:: whoa! when did you learn how to do that, Hans?! COOL!))
<TashaForge> ((LOL! Coon!))
<SypherSK> ((::DEAD Hans::))
<HansLynx> How well liked? ::sly grin::
<McGrath> ((::dies!!!!:: <Beaver> :: is Agent Beaver, specializing in dam construction and amphibious living locales. Highly qualified ::))
<FletchRyder> By.. scaring him into a confession or something? ::as his soup arrives, grabs a spoon and starts in::
<HansLynx> <PROTOCOL>^^^^
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<HansLynx> <PRotocol>::was the one who went in and… UGH X_x::))
<TashaForge> ::grins:: Enough that I let you kiss me on New Years.
<FletchRyder> ((LOL!))
<TrinaKorat> Among other things.
<SypherSK> ((::DIIIIES Agent Beaver::))
<FletchRyder> Alright. And how do you propose we do this? ::slurp::
<TrinaKorat> ((::SOOOOODEAD!!::))
<TrinaKorat> Up for a little stake out?
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> A BEAVER?! ::rubs eyes, nearly stapling one, yelping as he drops it on the beast’s head:: No wonder it’s been eating me out of pencil and desk-home! Well, it all started when I went to feed the cockatoos at the zoo this morning..
<McGrath> ((<Sypher> What the? Come on! That’s just absurd! <Hertz> Shhhhh! They’ll hear you! <Sypher> They? <Monkeys> :: descend from the rafters and attack Sypher :: <Ostrich> :: abruptly goes running by :: <Condor> :: swoops by and carries Hertz away ::))
<TashaForge> ((::SOOODEAD!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!! <Sy> ::groans:: I can’t believe they let you back into the zoo!))
<TrinaKorat> ((::DYYYYYING!!!!::))
<SypherSK> ((<Sypher> ::reports back to Dark Kat that the MBI is, in fact, a front for some bizarre wildlife group::))
<HansLynx> ::chuckles and leans in as if to steal another kiss but stops remembering where they are:: Yes well… ::clears throat:: I know how we can find ol’ Chop Shop easily.
<TrinaKorat> ((<Jason> ::running:: I’M NOT YOUR BABY! <Gorilla> ::chase after!::))
<HansLynx> ((::DEAD!! utterly dead!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol! <Sy> It’s a zoo over there, sir. <Dark Kat> You mean it’s crazy and ill-kept and all the agents are inept? <Sy> No. It’s.. a zoo.))
<SypherSK> Cockatoos? ::pause:: You brought this animal back from the zoo? ::as he moves toward the recently brained beaver::
<SypherSK> ((::DIIIES zoo, gorilla::))
<TashaForge> ((::diiies!:: <Dark Kat> Ahh…darn tree huggers. They are always out to get me! something about I use too much toilet paper and I use like one rainforest per day. Psh! My butt is NOT that big. ))
<McGrath> ((<Sypher> They appear to be run by a hiearchy of animals, one of which, a gorilla, has me tightly in its grasp. <Dark Kat> How peculiar <Gorilla> :: uses sign language to convey great affection for Sypher ::))
<TashaForge> ::lol! bad Hans! smirks at him:: oh? And where is this?
<HansLynx> ((::dying!!::))
<HansLynx> First we need to check a file. ::Stands up::
<TrinaKorat> Up for a little stake out? ((:in case Fletchmun missed postee. ;D::))
<HansLynx> <Protocol>::extracting data, making sure to not leave a trail she does!::
<TashaForge> ::stands as well:: File? You mean the addy file? ::grins::
<SypherSK> ((::SOOOOOOOOoDEAD:: <Sypher> The gorilla has presented me with a marriage proposal, Sir. ::squeezed:: And, I do not believe she will take no for an answer. <Dark Kat> Fine, fine. Just remember, that I don’t offer any family benefits. Actually, I don’t even pay you.))
<TrinaKorat> ((:SOOOOOOOODEAD!!!:: <Sy> She says she doesnt’ like you. <Gorilla> ::PUNCH DK!::))
<TashaForge> ((::Diiies!::))
<FletchRyder> <Beaver> ::fell over upon impact, looking annoyed as he rubs his sore head and chitters something nasty at Hertz:: <Hertz> Hey! I didn’t bring him! He just followed me here!.. after I fell into an exhibit and had to be rescued by zoo workers. I thought I felt something heavy on my back, and no wonder everyone was pointing and laughing while making crude hunchback references towards me!
<McGrath> ((<Sypher> At least you didn’t bring back any Sea Lions with you <Hertz> Uh… <Toilet> :: down the hall, flushes, and a very large Sea Lion exits the bathroom and blubbers past ::))
<TashaForge> ((::ISSOOOODEAD!::))
<McGrath> ((<Hertz> I mean, moreso than usual… ))
<HansLynx> Yes, McGrath’s Guide to the Villainous Stars. ::smirks, goes to whever it is that folder of info is at::
<FletchRyder> ::looks up from his delicious soup:: Well, it can’t be any more exciting than sitting in the office all day.
<TrinaKorat> ((<Matrix> MOMMY!!!!! <Sypher> He’s here?! ::go after Matrix:: <Gorilla> ::grab Sy, snug:: <Sy> But…. dear…. I… ))
<TashaForge> ::chuckles:: we might as wells use it.
<TashaForge> ((::SOOODEAD!::))
<SypherSK> I… see. ::looks for something to catch the beaver with, can’t very well let it gnaw the furniture and dam up the entrance::
<TrinaKorat> ::snorks:: What do you like on your burger?
<SypherSK> ((::SOOOOOODEAD!::))
<FletchRyder> ((LOLatitall!))
<HansLynx> ::pulls out said files and opens ‘em up on nearby table. flips through:: Chop Shop, Chop Shop…
<HansLynx> This thing needs an index.
<McGrath> ((<McGrath> And we are with another fantastic episode of Lifestyles with the Vile and Villanious! Today’s culprit of crime takes high-rise living to a new level, the stratosphere that is, as Turmoil’s airship costs a hefty $500,000 a day to operate. It’s no wonder that Tyrant of the skies prefers to love them and leave them, for their gold that is!))
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::eeks!:: It moved! See! ::in a haughty voice:: It’s that *tail* that you gotta’ watch out for! Quick! See if we have any beaver traps in the back! I’ll hold it off with terrible insults and bad jeering!
<TashaForge> Chop Shop….geez..that sounds like a race car driver’s worst nightmare…::smirks::
<McGrath> ((here we are^))
<SypherSK> ::well, he could, of course, but that wouldn’t fit with his cover::
<TashaForge> ((::SOOOOODEAD!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<SypherSK> ((::DEADDEAD!::))
<SypherSK> ((::at McGrath and Hertz::))
<TrinaKorat> ((::SOOOOOOOOOOODEAD!!!!!!!:: Lifestyyyyle of the Vile and the Villanioussssss… they’re always defaming, always defaaaa-aaaaming. Moneeeeeeeeeeey is not a probleeeeeem…!))
<HansLynx> ((::DIIIES McGrath::)))
<McGrath> ((::DIES!::))
<TashaForge> ((::snorts:: Whu oh! Sagey is singing!))
<TrinaKorat> ((::DYINGGUYS!::))
<SypherSK> Er… Very well. Just keep an eye on it. ::goes to find something serviceable, seriously doubts he will find any beaver traps::
<FletchRyder> ::taking a gulp of water, giving her a brief odd look:: Well, I do like just about anything on a good burger, ma’am.
<HansLynx> ::laughs a little:: I suppose it would. Ah here we are. Got a couple for him here. Get something to write these down.
<TrinaKorat> Good. I say we go at around, oh, I dunno… 9 p.m.? Unless your shift ends earlier…
<TashaForge> Okay hang on! ::digs to find some paper and pen. finds them and gets ready:: Okay go for it.
<FletchRyder> <Beaver> ::picks itself up slowly, chattering at Sy’s back and waving a small fist, before turning back to Hertz with a huff and going right back at that desk leg::
<TrinaKorat> ((::CRYING, BEAVER!:: <Coon> ::chitter, has taught the padawan well… now he must kill him.))
<FletchRyder> ::nods:: Nine o’clock will be fine. I’ll catch the tab on our burgers. ::offers a small, brief smile before finishing his soup::
<TashaForge> ((::dead!:: <Beaver> ::is trina’s third suitor. comes bearing gifts of hearts made of wood..guaranteed to keep your clothes smelling like ceder for a long time. XD::))
<HansLynx> ::reads her both addressess::
<SypherSK> ::returns with a cardboard box, not the best, but the office really isn’t equipped for catching beavers::
<TashaForge> ::writes them down!:: Alright, got ‘em. We gonna go check these out then? See if one of them pans out?
<TrinaKorat> Only if you’re sure. ::as she reaches into her wallet to pay for their lunch::
<SypherSK> ((::DEAD::))
<TrinaKorat> ((:DYING!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!! <Coon & Beaver> ::have a lightsaber show down that causes mass destruction throughout the entire MBI, and ends with the Beaver being injured to the point of having to be put in a mechanized suit, thus creating the terrible Bark Eader!::))
<HansLynx> Sure, why not? ::flips through the files though… tempted to deviate from this assignment XD::
<TrinaKorat> ((::owmysides, laughing so hard::))
<SypherSK> ((::SOOOOOOOOOOOOODEAD!::))
<McGrath> ((<Hertz> Okay, now we prop the box up with a stick, tie the stick to a piece of tasty looking wood, place it under the box, and let instinct and gravity do the rest. <Sypher> What kind of stupid creature would fall for that? :: five minues later :: Where’d you go, Agent Hertz? <Hertz> :: from inside the box :: It looked so tasty… ))
<HansLynx> ((::DIIIIIIES::))
<SypherSK> ((::ISJUSTDEAD!::))
<TrinaKorat> ((::DYYYYYYYYYING!!!::))
<McGrath> ((::snorks::))
<TashaForge> ::quirks an eyebrow at him:: What are you doing, Hans?
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<FletchRyder> About the tab or the stake-out? ::takes a swig of water:: Trust me, Lt., I’m pertty sure I can handle it.
<FletchRyder> ((^pretty))
<TrinaKorat> ::chuckles:: I meant both.
<HansLynx> Just taking a peek to see who else we have handy information on…
<HansLynx> Didn’t get a good look at these before with Ryder and the Captain there.
<FletchRyder> ((LOL!!))
<TashaForge> Already planning our next mission, hmm?
<SypherSK> ::slowly advances on the beaver from behind::
<HansLynx> ::smirks:: Something like that. You want to pick the “supervillain”?
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::gasps, getting a look at Sy’s cardboard weapon of choice:: Oh, I don’t know, Agent.. Forgotyername! Don’t you think that’s going a bit too far! <Beaver> ::ignoring them, nearly has that desk leg::
<McGrath> ((<Sypher> :: then punches the beaver in the head :: <Beaver> O_X :: falls over :: <Hertz> :: gasps! :: <Sypher> You didn’t see this :: threateningly at Hertz ::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<TrinaKorat> ((::SOOOOODEAD!!!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!!))
<TashaForge> ::smirks:: why don’t we worry with one supervillian at a time? I wanna nail this Chop Shop.
<TrinaKorat> ((<Sypher> Say a word and I’ll beat you with his empty box.))
<HansLynx> ((LOL!!))
<McGrath> ((<Chop Shop> super villain? I’m flattered ))
<TashaForge> ((LOL!!))
<FletchRyder> Well, “partner,” should we get back to the grind? ::nodding across the street back to HQ with a small smirk::
<HansLynx> Yeah yeah but… how about someone like… Dr. Viper? Or Turmoil?
<HansLynx> Shame Dark Kat isn’t in here.
<SypherSK> ((::DEAD!:: <Sypher> ::zaps beaver unconscious:: <Hertz> Wha’wha’wha’…. WHAT WAS THAT?! <Sypher> Static electricity. ::puts beaver in box calmly, walks out:: ))
<SypherSK> I’m just going to catch him.
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<TrinaKorat> Oh, I suppose. ::smirks back, stands::
<TashaForge> hmm….that’d be interesting but…whats wrong with getting Chop Shop first like the director said?
<TrinaKorat> ((:DYING::))
<SypherSK> ((<Hertz> ::spends the next week scuffing his feet on the carpet at every opportunity, trying to zap things… succeeds in startling a number of agents and giving himself a decidedly unpleasant permanent tingle under his fingernails from all the static discharges::))
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> It just seems so unethical somehow!! … Sure we shouldn’t just kill it instead? ::meeps at the beaver:: <Beaver> ::now that the leg is nearly off, spins around and knocks his tail up against it, knocking the leg out from under the desk and sending Hertz spilling forward onto the floor/Sy::
<HansLynx> Well c’mon. ::looks at her now:: We busted him before and still the Director is giving us some flak because the public opinion isn’t high enough yet. Why not go for someone bigger now?
<SypherSK> I would have thought….. Ah! ::has Hertz land on him::
<TrinaKorat> ((::CRYING. Can’t type now. Gimme a few))
<HansLynx> (((::DEAD Hertz::))
<TashaForge> True….who would you think would be easy to find and able to catch?
<FletchRyder> ::gets up, following her out. found this outing actually quite comfortable::
<TashaForge> ((::SOOOOODEAD!::))
<McGrath> ((::dies::))
<TashaForge> <Joe> ::don’t you get TOO comfy with my girl, Ryder. gnar!::
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> Gyeack!! Kat overboard!! ::eyes all rolly as he’s a tangled mess with Sy on the floor.. right at the feet of the Beaver!:: <Beaver> ::chitters a hearty laugh, grabbing up his piece of wood, and begins bonking the both of them with the small stick of wood::
<HansLynx> Hmm… Metallikats would be too complicated for just the two of us… Turmoil’s still in Alkatraz s’far as I remember… Viper involves trudging through swamps which we couldn’t easily explain our presence there… ::ponders::
<TrinaKorat> ::so heads on into HQ later on, blinks at the… mess?::
<TashaForge> What about this Hard Drive? ::pointing to one. lol! ain’t familiar with ALL the villians that hit around since ain’t from there::
<FletchRyder> ::entering after Trina, nearly tripping over some sort of stick pile in front of the door. is a bit taken aback by the scene, but his brow automatically furrowing seeing Hertz in the middle of it all::
<TrinaKorat> ::first word to escape her mouth is….:: How….?
<HansLynx> Well, that’s an assignment already. Wouldn’t wanna step on anyone else’s toes here. ::grins::
<McGrath> ((<Trina> don’t you guys remember your training? Beavers can’t stand the awesomeness of a guitar solo! ))
<TashaForge> ahh true. Though I do hope they remember this addy.
<SypherSK> I… Ow! ::tries to get out of the beaver’s way::
<TrinaKorat> ((:snorts up milk! Just had the image of Trina saying that in Strongbad’s voice!::))
<TashaForge> Hmm…who else is there then?
<TashaForge> ((::DYING!::))
<SypherSK> ((::ISSOOOOOOOOOOOOODEAD!!!! Strongbag-Trina::))
<TrinaKorat> Just what is going on in here?
<FletchRyder> <Beaver> ::waddles up to his destroyed masterpiece with the desk leg in his arms, looking at it in shock and rage. beats his tail on the ground furiously as he gathers up his scattered pieces of wood at Fletch’s feet::
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<TrinaKorat> ((::DEAD!!!::))
<HansLynx> I hope they look it up. If they take too long, you and I can handle it. ::closes the files and puts ‘em away:: We can decide on this another time. Let’s go do our assignment first. ::needs to check and make sure his dad isn’t in there XD hoping his dad didn’t start any trouble in McGrath’s future::
<TrinaKorat> Why… is there a beaver in here?
<TashaForge> ::nods:: very well then. lets roll then. You driving or me? ::grins::
<SypherSK> ::disentangles himself from Hertz and stands quickly:: It seems Agent Hertz accidentally brought the beaver with him from the zoo when he stumbled into an exhibit.
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> Urgggh.. ::head bonked by that bad beaver, bah!:: Ask the genius with the cardboard box… Ooh! Ouch! Speaking! Hurts! Eep!
<HansLynx> … you can drive. Just in case this guy tries to make a break for it should we find him.
<SypherSK> ((<Sypher> I advise you complain to zoo officials as their employees did not intervene. I also advise that Agent Hertz be institutionalized for his own safety.))
<FletchRyder> ::picking up his feet to get out of the small creatures way, not to mention that hazardous tail of his::
<TrinaKorat> ((::DEAD::))
<TrinaKorat> ::sighs:: I’ll call animal control. ::accidentally stepping on beaver’s tail as she reaches for the phone::
<FletchRyder> ((lol!! <Trina> How about… <Beaver> ::sent to institute for anger management:: <Hertz> ::sent back to the zoo::))
<TrinaKorat> ((::SOOOOOOODEAD!!::))
<TashaForge> ::grins more!:: Too bad you aint’ still got your dad’s car. that was a sweet ride. ::digging keys outta her pocket. ::
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIIIIES!::))
<SypherSK> ((::DEAD:: <Sypher> ::finds this a superb solution:: ))
<McGrath> ((::dies::))
<HansLynx> ::smirks:: It was and I’m keeping it that way too.
<FletchRyder> <Beaver> ::makes a sharp chitter/squeal sound, as jumps many feet in the air and then is abruptly pulled back to the ground with a thud since his tail’s stepped on. immediately whirls on the Lt and starts whapping at her ankle with his stick of wood::
<SypherSK> ((::snorts! first thought was that the beaver would start *gnawing* her leg:: ))
<TashaForge> Awww come on now. You see how I baby my car. what makes you think i’d hurt your father’s car?
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIIES!:: I did too, Kris! XD))
<TrinaKorat> ((:DEAD!::))
<FletchRyder> ((Ow! But that might hurt! .. not that being walloped by a stick of wood doesn’t..))
<TrinaKorat> Ow – HEY!
<HansLynx> Eh you never know. ::grins:: Maybe if I can talk him out of it to keep for my own, I’ll let you drive it. ::goes out to her car, do we go in the hall with the crezzy beaverness?::
<FletchRyder> Korat! ::rushes over, kicking at the beaver. catches the stick and sends it sailing across the room:: <Beaver> ::Braveheart-like chitter, as it bares it’s large bucktooth!:: <Hertz> ::in purposeful slow-mo:: Geeet ooouuut ooof theeereeee!!
<TrinaKorat> ((::DYING:: XD))
<TashaForge> ::sure! why not! goes out in hall and to the lobby:: Ooo good. I look forward to–::blinks:: it? What on Felinus? ::staring at the scene::
<SypherSK> ::is just staring, not sure what to do::
<TrinaKorat> ::rubbing at her ankle with a sour look once she’s off beaver’s tail:: Thanks, Ryder.
<HansLynx> ::stops and takes in the scene as well:: Alright, who threw the wild party and didn’t invite us? ::smirks::
<TashaForge> In all my party years I never saw anyone bring a beaver. ::to Hans’ statement::
<HansLynx> ::laughs at that::
<TrinaKorat> Did either of you bring punch? Several, in fact?
<FletchRyder> <Beaver> ::looking very annoyed, bares his large buck-tooth at the lot of him as he backs out towards the front entrance slowly, grabbing up what scraps of wood he can::
<TashaForge> Heh…no but I did bring my handgun. And Joe has a rifle in the truck. I hear its great for hunting. ::grinning at the lil beaver::
<TrinaKorat> ::huffs:: Keep it here. I’ll go call animal services… again. ::grabs phone::
<SypherSK> ::blinks, had considered that possibility, but his general programming indicated that shooting smallish so-called “cute” mammals was typically frowned upon… perhaps not?::
<FletchRyder> No problem. But ma’am, it’s.. getting away, I think. ::watching it waddle out backwards::
<HansLynx> ::raises brow at the backtracking beaver:: There a wood shortage or something, causing the poor wild creatures of Katifornia to come into public areas with kats? ::walks towards the door where the beaver’s backing out. will attempt to hold the door open for it XD better not bite me, buddy::
<TrinaKorat> I don’t want that thing loose in the streets. It’ll hurt itself and others.
<HansLynx> ::stops in his tracks XD doesn’t open door XD::
<TashaForge> ::steps forward a few steps and kneels down:: hey there lil thing. You wanna donut? hmm? food?
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::Still lying on the floor, shivering as the beaver passes him:: I hope I’m playing dead good! <Beaver> ::suddenly whirls on him, startled, biting his nose!:: <MBI> ::filled with a loud and earth-shaking scream::
<SypherSK> ::claps his hands to his ears::
<TrinaKorat> ::hair is standing on end as well as tail fur::
<McGrath> ((<Trina> I’m not going to be the one filling out the workmans comp. form for this one…))
<HansLynx> ::winces at that, whips out his handgun XD aims:: Alright beaver, let the kat’s nose go.
<TrinaKorat> ((::SOOOODEAD!!::))
<HansLynx> ((::dies!::))
<TashaForge> ::cringes:: owie…..::rubbing at ears:: Sure..I offer food and it causes me to go deaf…
<McGrath> ((<rep.> I’m sorry, but your insurance plan doesn’t cover beaver attacks ))
<FletchRyder> Hertz! You idi-! <Hertz> ::stands up, still screaming, beaver clinging to nose:: GETITOFF! GETITOFF!! ::hopping around in a panic, fanning himself with his hands::
<TrinaKorat> ((::SOOODEAD!::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<TrinaKorat> ::yelling into phone:: What do you mean you don’t handle cases like this?! Don’t you hear that kat screaming in the background?! ::holds receiver out as Hertz screams::
<FletchRyder> Someone get some tranquilizer darts in here! ::as he slowly nears the hysterical Hertz::
<HansLynx> ::watching this with a brow raised:: Kats alive, why didn’t you all just shoot the darn thing? ::doesn’t dare fire with Hertz flailing around::
<TashaForge> ::sliding out of the jacket part of her uniform. easing towards Hertz with it held out:: Hold on, Hertz. ::Attempts to toss jacket on the Beaver to cover it and maybe hold it down inside the coat::
<SypherSK> ((<Agents> ::end up tranquilizing Hertz as the Beaver waddles away to seek vengeance in an alliance with the Raccoon:: ))
<TashaForge> ((::Diies!::))
<HansLynx> ((::dies::))
<TrinaKorat> ((::SOOOOODEAD!!!:))
<FletchRyder> <Beaver> ::blinded by the jacket, but hold on Hertz’s nose remains steadfast. starts flapping his hefty tail around wildly::
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<TashaForge> ::tries to grab the beaver with coat over it! :: leggo else I have you for my new rug!
<SypherSK> ::eyes rather wide… has never seen anything like this… and his programming has no relevant entries whatsoever::
<McGrath> ((<Sypher> Perhaps this Steve Irwin program will be of assistance… ))
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> Aaack!! I’m going into shock! I’m getting a nosebleed! My kidney’s failing!! ::continues raving like a lunatic:: <Beaver> ::just growls at Tasha’s remark, still clung to the nose::
<HansLynx> ((LOL! <Dark Kat> ::thinks Sypher’s malfunctioning again as this is the third time in a week he’s reported wildlife attacking the bureau. this time apparently it isn’t the coon or spiders but a beaver.::))
<TrinaKorat> ((:DYING!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lolboth!!))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIIIES!:: <Steve> Now this is a verrrrry deadly animal here. It is the wild beaver. It is not as poisonous as a snake, but just a deadly when you approach its dam. Lets check it out. ::walks on up in the dam. gets mauled!::))
<SypherSK> ((::SOOOOOOOOOOoDEAD!::))
<TashaForge> ::Mrrs:: What do you want? A cookie? A donut? A french fry? A new home? What?
<HansLynx> ::goes off to get a tranq gun unless someone already has::
<TrinaKorat> Gah! ::hangs up:: I give up. ::grabs up stapler:: Forge, hold that thing. Ryder, hold Hertz stead. ::as Lynx goes get a gun::
<HansLynx> ::holsters his handgun and finds a tranq. loads it with a few darts then returns:: I can’t hit ‘em if they’re not held steady.
<SypherSK> I do not believe it is possible… ::oh, nevermind, realizes it’s useless to explain to Hertz that a wild animal biting his nose is unlikely to cause immediate kidney failure… then blinks… wonders why Korat has a stapler::
<FletchRyder> Gladly, ma’am. ::grabs Hertz steadfast in almost a headlock:: <Hertz> Erk!.. Pain of nose.. suddenly gone.. with pain in neck… ::whimpering::
<TashaForge> ::holding da beaver!:: smack it, Lt.!
<HansLynx> ::raises tranq:: Tasha, duck down a bit…
<FletchRyder> <Beaver> ::still squirming a bit under the jacket::
<TashaForge> ::does so, turning head some:: Don’t you hit me, Hans!
<TrinaKorat> Lynx, fire!
<HansLynx> ::gets up close to get good aim, fires one dart at the jacket with beaver::
<McGrath> ((And, I need to get some sleep. I have many errands to run tommorow. I’ll see you guys later!))
<FletchRyder> ((<Hans> ::right after, fires another dart at Hertz:: <Others> ::give him much praise, dumping both bodies on the spot and going for donuts::))
<TashaForge> ((nights Matt!))
<HansLynx> ((Night Matt!))
<TashaForge> ((::diiiies!::))
<HansLynx> ((::dies::))
<FletchRyder> ((Have a good one, Matt!))
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<TrinaKorat> ((nights!))
<TrinaKorat> ((Drat. Missed ‘im))
<SypherSK> ((::DEAD Fletch!::))
<TrinaKorat> ((::DEAD:))
<FletchRyder> <Beaver> ::ruh roh! nailed right in the rump. squirming slows down, and then its jaw loosens to the point where it unclamps and begins falling towards the floor::
<TrinaKorat> ::huffs:: Finally. Good shot, Lynx.
<TashaForge> ::tries to hang onto it, balling it up more in the coat:: Someone call the zoo and get them to come get their critter, else I take it and dump it in the woods.
<FletchRyder> You got it! ::with much gusto, unconsciously tightening his arm:: <Hertz> ::making gurgling noises of joy as his head is still contained::
<HansLynx> That’s where this came from? ::smirks at his shot::
<SypherSK> ::retrieves his box and offers it to Trina to put the beaver in::
<FletchRyder> <Beaver> ::caught from a bad fall, his tongue lolled out, and bundled up with the dart still hanging out its back? XD::
<TashaForge> I think thats where you guys said, isn’t it? Or did I hear wrong? ::or is mun just gone nuts? ::
<TashaForge> ::holding beaver still. will let Trina hold the box for her to put it in::
<FletchRyder> Yeah, that’s right, isn’t it, Hertz. Hertz? ::looking down at the small orange kat, now passed out, his own tongue lolled out, at his too-tight headlock:: Oh, um.. ::lets him go, keeping him up though::
<TrinaKorat> Thanks, Greypaw. ::takes box:: I’ll call the zoo.
<TrinaKorat> ((And, the mun needs bed. ^^ My laughter wound me down. ))
<HansLynx> ((lol! night Sagey!))
<TashaForge> ((lol! Nights Sagey!))
<FletchRyder> ((<Megs> .. You killed him! <Fletch> Hey, I didn’t mean- <Megs> ::cheer!!:: <Fletch> ..))
<SypherSK> ((Ditto. Tho’ in my case, I’m all outta fire and the heating unit’s busted again, so yeah.))
<FletchRyder> ((Alright, have a good one Sagems!))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<TashaForge> ((Nights Kris!))
<SypherSK> ((::DIIIIES Fletch!::))
<FletchRyder> ((Goodnight Kris!))
<SypherSK> ((And, nights, guys!))
<TrinaKorat> ((::Night you nuts! ::HUGS::))
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<HansLynx> ((Shalla we pause this? ::is dead tired too::))
<TashaForge> ((sure. can continue tomorrow with evilness XD))
<FletchRyder> ((Sounds good. Too many small woodland creatures for me, this night.))
<HansLynx> ((LOL XD))
<TashaForge> ((LOL! indeed. Nights you two! :huggles;:))
<HansLynx> 12 RPG PAWZ!