2006-03-17

<Derringer> 4 RPG A GO GO!

<Joseph_Forge> <Tasha>::ISsa at the MBI, at her desk a chillin XD::

<Joseph_Forge> ::you comin over for din din, Derringer? my seester cooked!::

<Derringer> <Josie>::mun assumes we’re here waiting for Derringer in the basement or upstairs?::

<Joseph_Forge> ::upstairs as you have more ways out if it gets ugly XD::

<FletchRyder> ::with you two then, checking his watch and adjusting his ballcap now and then::

<Derringer> <car>::pulls up outside!::

<Joseph_Forge> ::issa downstairs actually waiting on derringer to come in. will keep him distracted! XD opens door when his car pulls up. leans against the doorframe to wait on him::

<Derringer> <Josie>::hears car pulling up:: I think that may be him.

<Derringer> ::gets out of the car, looking annoyed:: <purple haired she-kat>::who they dropped the ‘nip off to before, gets out of other side. puts hands in her coat’s pockets, following Derringer to the door::

<Joseph_Forge> Well well..you did finally show up. I see you brought a friend.

<FletchRyder> That.. ::peeks through the blinds of an upstairs window:: or the milkman’s driving in style these days. ::steps away from windown:: Let’s get in position.

<FletchRyder> ((^window))

<Derringer> She’s hardly a friend. She’s here for the ‘nip you’ve got downstairs. <she-kat>::grins:: But after dinner. ::goes in after Derringer does::

<Derringer> <Josie>::nods and quickly does so, avoiding creaks in the floor if there are any::

<Joseph_Forge> ::no creaks! XD smirks at the she-kat and lets them inside:: Its all ready for you to go. ::shuts the door behind them and locks it quickly, and quietly:: The food is in the kitchen. Sis cooked again like I said she would.

<FletchRyder> ::standing silently near the stairs, ears perked to catch as much of their conversation as possible::

<Derringer> <Josie>::motions to Fletch with a hand that there are two of them. didn’t expect him to have company::

<Derringer> Oh? Is she here? ::removes his jacket and goes into the kitchen:: <she-kat>::takes off her coat, throws it at Joe practically XD its a bit heavy with a few guns in its inside pockets::

<Joseph_Forge> Oof! ::catches! lol! yikes…offers to take Derringer’s coat:: No, she had to work of course. Plus she knew not to be around when you’re here. ::smirks::

<FletchRyder> ::brow furrows at that. wets his lips, still listening::

<Derringer> ::hands Joe his coat and goes into kitchen. takes a seat:: Of course… ::well this is a bad evening already! XD::

<Derringer> <she-kat> ::takes a seat as well:: You eating too, Joey?

<Joseph_Forge> ::takes the coat then puts them inside a closet and locks that door quietly. don’t want them getting at their guns XD goes on in the kitchen and laughs at the she-kat:: Of course. ::goes and gets their stuff for them. setting it on the table and all::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((brb!))

<Derringer> ((ok!))

<Joseph_Forge> ((okies!))

<Derringer> <she-kat> Hope the broad’s a good cook. ::starts eating XD:: <Derringer>::frowns more, if that’s possible::

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<Joseph_Forge> ((whoops…))

<Derringer> ((ack!))

<Derringer> ((brb!))

<Joseph_Forge> ((okies!))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((back!))

<Joseph_Forge> ((WB!))

* Disconnected

Session Close: Fri Mar 17 23:12:27 2006

Session Start: Fri Mar 17 23:13:11 2006

Session Ident: #mbi_sk

* Now talking in #mbi_sk

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((wb?))

<Josie_Lyons> ((stupid reset))

<Joseph_Forge> ((WB!))

* Joseph_Forge sets mode: +o Josie_Lyons

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* Josie_Lyons is now known as Derringer

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<Derringer> ((ty!))

<Derringer> ((WB!))

* Derringer sets mode: +o Kutlass

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((wb!))

<Joseph_Forge> ((WB!))

<Kutlass> ((Thanks! Stupid computer.))

* Kutlass is now known as FletchRyder

<Joseph_Forge> ::mrrs:: she’s an excellent cook..and her name is Tasha, not “the broad”. You’ll show some respect in my house. :;sits to eat with. sitting near derringer to help if needed with the takedown::

<Derringer> <she-kat> You’d better be showing ME the respect, Joey. ::takes a gulp of milk:: I outrank you. ::grins at him::

<Derringer> ::rolls eyes::

<FletchRyder> ::whispers over to Josie:: Did you get a good look at the other kat with Derringer?

<Joseph_Forge> ::mrrs:: That can be fixed you know. You still don’t have your nip outta here yet.

<Derringer> <Josie>::nods, whispers back:: She’s that kat we dropped the ‘nip off to our first night for Derringer.

<Derringer> <she-kat> That a threat, Meg? <Derringer> Drop it, Kat.

<Derringer> ::addressing the she-kat::

<Joseph_Forge> She better drop it else she won’t be allowed in this house again. I don’t allow that kind of disrespect around here.

<FletchRyder> Okay, well, I’ll make her my priority. You and Joe keep your sights on Derringer. He’s the bigger fish here. ::silent a moment, taking in the sounds of a slight argument:: Are you ready?

<Derringer> <she-kat> ::calmly stands now, leaning hands on the table to look across at Joe:: You’re going to get more than disrespect from me, Meg, if you keep it up. You’re on thin ice already with Enzo.

<Derringer> <Josie> Understood. ::nods:: I’m ready.

<Joseph_Forge> ::mrrs. stands now. taller than her. ha! XD looks down at her:: now you’re just plain lyin as Enzo has no reason to be upset at me. I’ve done my job…unlikes some here that seemingly have to bail out on their nip all of a sudden and hide it.

<Derringer> <she-kat>::grins:: He’s talkin’ about YOU, Derringer. <Derringer> Will you two shaddup and sit back down? Geez.

<Joseph_Forge> ::glaring at the she-kat.:: Yeah, boss…::sits like a good boy XD::

<FletchRyder> Let’s go. ::takes advantage of the raised voices, hoping it’ll mask the majority of their steps as he quickly but quietly descends the stairs, weapon drawn, peeking around towards the kitchen area::

<Derringer> <Felony>::sits after he does, just to be ajerk XD::

<Derringer> <Josie>::follows along, gun at the ready! waits listening::

<Derringer> Thank you.

<Joseph_Forge> ::digs in again. still glaring at Felony. lol! can’t wait to see her get her tail kicked when the others get in there::

<Derringer> <Felony>::grins back at Joe. hahahahaaaaaaa -g- starts eating anew::

<FletchRyder> ::looks back towards Josie, signalling the position of her target. then turns and charges into the kitchen, shouting:: MBI! Hands in the air! Now!

<Joseph_Forge> ::draws his own gun quickly, standing as they enter and aims it at Derringer:: Stay right there and you won’t get hurt. ::narrows eyes::

<Derringer> <Josie>::nods and sharges as well! aims gun at Derringer!:: <Felony> ::busts up laughing now, some food crumbs land on her plate and the table XD::

<Derringer> ::raises his hands! glares at Felony::

<FletchRyder> ::has weapon trained on the she-kat, closing the distance between them to mere feet::

<Joseph_Forge> You are under arrest. ::starts reading him his rights. eases around to maybe cuff him if he’ll let him::

<Derringer> <Felony> THIS is why you were on thin ice with Enzo, Joey. ::ears perked as she half glances back at Fletch. hands under the table:: <Derringer> How dare you, Joey. After all I’ve done for you.

<Joseph_Forge> You’ve done nothing of late but give me a headache, Derringer. I told you I got out and I did. You like to have cost me my job that night you made me sniff again. ::cuffs him then?::

<FletchRyder> Get up! Hands where I can see them! ::grabs at her chair roughly to pull it back from the table::

<Derringer> <Josie>::slowly moving in too:: <Felony>::as he does so, complies with his request! has a knife in one of them, tries to fling arm up with it to try and stabby Fletch behind her::

<Derringer> ::makes like he’s going to be cuffed but then tries to knock the gun outta his other hand!:: You’re nothin’ but low life scum, Joey! Always will be!

<FletchRyder> ::hisses, as he barely manages to escape a deep stab, getting his arm cut pretty bad though as he recoils from her attack::

<Joseph_Forge> ::gun knocked away. tries to punch Derringer with his free hand:: No! Its toms like you that are scum! You ruin good kats on the crud you sell for a quick dollar.

<Derringer> <Felony>::spins around quickly in a fluid motion as she stands, attempts to do a kick to Fletch’s side while he backs away::

<Derringer> ::punched! stumbles back against the wall. growls and rushes towards Joe with a punch of his own!::

<Joseph_Forge> ::steps aside to miss it. tries to stick a foot out and trip him:: Yer gettin’ old, Derringer. You ain’t the tom you used to be.

<FletchRyder> Oof! ::takes the kick to the side, but manages to catch it there with his unwounded arm, losing his gun in the process. attempts to yank her leg around and throw her off balance::

<Derringer> ::tripped! is old XD and outta practice. lands face first on the table into his plate XD::

<FletchRyder> ((<Everyone> ::fighting, growling, bleeding:: <Josie> ::polishing off the food getting cold on the table:: Oooh, this is really good! My compliments to Tasha, Joe! ::chomp::))

<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIIES!::))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((LOL))

<Derringer> <Felony>::leg grabbed, she smiles at him then is yanked and thrown off balance! lands on the floor, he let go of her leg or still has hold of it?::

<Derringer> <Josie>::LOL more like trying to not shoot anyone but keeping her aim up! hurries over to Derringer:: Don’t try that again! Get up!

<Joseph_Forge> ::tries to rush over and grab his arms, holding his hands in his back to hold Derringer down if he can:: cuff him, Lyons!

<FletchRyder> ::still has a hold of it, about to twist it painfully to get her to say uncle::

<Derringer> <Josie>::nods and does so quickly, Derringer struggling.:: <Derringer>::stops struggling once cuffed and huffs. glares up at Joe:: You’ll pay for this…

<Joseph_Forge> ::grabs him up tight, standing him up to take him out to an awaiting car:: I already have, Derringer. You almost cost me my job, and my whole life. Its payback time now.

<Derringer> <Felony>::takes hands flat to the floor and bends back some as she raises self up, using her other foot to try and kick at Fletch inna gut to get him to leggo. if he does, she flips over to a standing position again::

<FletchRyder> ::kicked in the gut and stumbles back some, trying to catch his wind. staring her down as he stands fully up once more:: You’re just making this harder on yourself.

<Derringer> ::sneers:: We’ll see about that. I want my lawyer. <Josie> Yeah yeah.

<Derringer> <Josie>::looks over to Fletch ‘n Fel who are fightin’::

<Joseph_Forge> You’ll get one. In due time. ::glances that way:: you can go help them, Lyons. I got Derringer.

<Derringer> <Felony> No… I never make things hard for myself… only others like you pigs. ::pulls out a small black ball, about the size of a golfball. grins and throws it to the ground:: Good bye, Megs. <ball>::on impact, bursts out into a cloud of thick purple smoke, quickly engulfing the room:: <Josie>::gasps:: Joe! Keep a hold on Derringer! ::coughs::

<Derringer> <Felony>::uses this diversion to snag her coat from the closet and exit the house! bwhahahaha::

<FletchRyder> ::upon seeing the ball, immediately springs at her, but is soon engulfed in the thick purple smoke::

<Joseph_Forge> ::keeps a tight hold on Derringer:: I got him! :coughs. reaches around to cover Derringers nose though so he’s not too choked. tries to hurry him outside. don’t want the old thing dying before his trial XD::

<Derringer> <smoke>::is harmless, just used for masking ninjavanish exits ;D::

<Derringer> <Josie>::makes way along the house coughing too, looking for way out::

<Joseph_Forge> ::exits out the door he does! leaves it open for Josie and Ryder to find. hurries Derringer to the car. tries to stuff him in XD::

<FletchRyder> ::fumbling around in the smoke, growling and coughing. runs into the table and chairs, grappling for his missing opponent, mind filled with all sorts of nasty words::

<Derringer> ::stuffed inside the car! grrr huff hisses!:: ingrates, all of ya!

<Joseph_Forge> ::slams door closed:: yeah yeah…::hurries inside again:: Ryder? Lyons? You guys okay?

<Derringer> <Josie>::finally makes way outside catches her breath and hacks:: Ryder? <smoke>::dissipating now, giving more of a clear view out::

<Joseph_Forge> ::er..pauses outside then.:: You okay, Lyons?

<Derringer> <josie>::nods:: Yes, but where’s Ryder?

<FletchRyder> ::eventually clears his mind and sight enough to make it to the front door:: Did she.. get away? ::in between coughs::

<Joseph_Forge> I don’t know. Inside I guess. ::heads that way to see if he can find him:: Ryder?

<Joseph_Forge> Not sure. I lost sight of her in the fog. I got Derringer though. He’s in the car.

<Derringer> ::angryangryangry!::

<Derringer> <Josie> Well, that’s who we were after anyway… ::glancing around for any signs of the she-kat, sees none::

<FletchRyder> Paw dangit. ::grumbles some, bending over some to get more fresh air in his lungs::

<Joseph_Forge> Don’t sweat it. Maybe Derringer will lead us to her. For now though…we got him and maybe can get more now with info from him and from me on his operations. We got two crates of nip too to go into evidence against him.

<Derringer> <Josie>::nods at that:: We take him in now then?

<Joseph_Forge> ::nods:: I guess so. Thats about it. we can let the smoke clear out of here before getting that nip and stuff out.

<Derringer> <Josie> Alright.

<Joseph_Forge> Lets go then. ::heads for the car to take them back to the MBI!::

<FletchRyder> ::nods, straightening up. wants to get his arm wrapped as it hasn’t completely stopped bleeding:: I’ll sit with Derringer. ::walks over to vehicle::

<Derringer> <Josie> ::notes Ryder before she gets in:: Hey… you okay, Ryder? How bad is your arm? <Derringer>::looking rather grumpy. and has some food in his facial fur::

<Joseph_Forge> ::Gets in the drivers seat. perks ear towards ryder and Lyons as he buckles up:: you need a hospital, Ryder?

<FletchRyder> It’s fine. Just a small laceration on my arm, not deep though, and motor functions are- ::winces:: normal. ::climbs in next to Derringer::

<FletchRyder> It just needs wrapped.

<Joseph_Forge> If you say so. If you want to go then thats fine. we can swing by on our way.

<Derringer> <Josie>::gets in passenger’s seat::

<FletchRyder> It’s alright. Let’s just get back and get him booked.

<Joseph_Forge> ::nods:: sure thing. ::pulls out and heads for the HQ. keeping an eye on Derringer in the back seat::

<Derringer> ::is silent and brooding. glances at Ryder every once in awhile, but doesn’t try anything. isn’t stupid::

<FletchRyder> ((<Derringer> ::making faces in rear-view mirror:: <Joe> ::glaring at his mirror, resulting in a wreck:: <Derringer> Eureka! I’m freee! ::smashed halfway through the windshield::))

<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))

<Joseph_Forge> ::pulls up outside the HQ in due time. gets out and opens the door for Derringer:: Come on out of there.

<Derringer> ((::deead!::))

<Derringer> <Josie>::goes ’round and lets Ryder out::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((*DIES*))

<Derringer> ::gets out, then spits at Joe XD::

<Derringer> ((brb!))

<Joseph_Forge> ((okies!))

<Joseph_Forge> ::Frowns. wipes off face:: Real adult, Derringer….

<FletchRyder> ((<Joe> Demon llama!))

<Joseph_Forge> ((::DEAD!:: LLAMA!!!!!)

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((LOL))

<FletchRyder> ::is let out. stands, waiting for Joe and Derringer to walk in front::

<Joseph_Forge> ::starts trying to walk him that way!::

<FletchRyder> ::follows close behind, looking around now and then::

<Derringer> ((back!))

<Derringer> ::sneers at him and walked inside:: <Josie>::following them::

<FletchRyder> ((WB))

<Derringer> ((ty!))

<Joseph_Forge> ((WB!))

<Derringer> ((Ty!))

<Joseph_Forge> ::takes him to booking! sets him down and starts filling stuffs out::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ))!bw((

<Derringer> ((LOL))

<Derringer> <Josie>::gets keys to cell, unlocks one and ushers for Ryder to put Derringer in there::

<Derringer> Call Dewey, Cheatum and Howe. They’ll get me out of this… this bruise on my face will proove police brutality was involved.

<FletchRyder> ::waits for the paperwork to be completed before corraling Derringer into said cell::

<Joseph_Forge> Yeah and those crates of nip and my tape recordings will prove drug dealership. ::steps over and mrrs in Derringer’s ear:: You can do all you want to make sure I don’t work in law enforcment, but I’ll make sure you never get out of prison again. ::nods to ryder that stuff is ready for him to go in::

<FletchRyder> ::grabs Derringer under the arm to help hoist him up and then lead him to the cell::

<Derringer> ::Hrmphs:: We’ll see about that, Forge. ::led into cell::

<FletchRyder> ::uncuffs him, and then steps back out::

<Derringer> ::sits on the cot:: Just get my lawyers down here!

<Derringer> <Josie>::when Ryder’s out, shuts and locks the cell door::

<Joseph_Forge> Yes we shall. ::glares at him a moment then turns to leave out. runs a hand through his hair as he heads for his desk::

<FletchRyder> ::puts cuffs on desk and leaves as well, headed for wherever the infirmiry is now XD::

<Derringer> <Josie>::exits cell block too. glances at the two toms and sighs. hopes both of them will be alright. follows Joe since he was her original partner and leader of the mission.:: You… going to be okay?

<Derringer> ::who knows XD it probably has robots who serve as nurses and such -g-::

<Joseph_Forge> ::since MoDaD built it..yep. most likely XD::

<Joseph_Forge> ::looks over at her and nods:: I’ll be a lot better when he’s out of this place and away from me.

<FletchRyder> ::finds what looks to be a sterile environment lined with first aid kits, and pulls out some gauze and antisceptic and the like, going to town on that arm of his. owch::

<Derringer> <Hans>::whistling, walks into infirmary, got a scratch on his side from an unruly she-kat shop-lifter earlier:: What happened to you, Ryder?

* Derringer is now known as Josie_Lyons

<Josie_Lyons> He will be soon enough. ::warm smile::

<Joseph_Forge> I hope so. And I pray he doesn’t get word out to this Enzo of this. It won’t look good for me. I’m probably gonna have to lay low a while.

<FletchRyder> Lyons, Forge, and I busted Derringer, and one of his associates failed to cease and desist. ::wrapping his arm now::

<FletchRyder> What are you in for?

<Josie_Lyons> What about your family?

<Josie_Lyons> <Hans> Nothing as serious as that… though not pleasent either. ::lifts up shirt to show a few scratches, not deep or anything, just need bandages and ointment:: Just an unruly shoplifter.

<Josie_Lyons> Glad to hear Derringer’s in behind bars. That lowlife punk.

<Josie_Lyons> < HANS>^^^

<Joseph_Forge> Tasha will probably lay low too. the rest of them should be alright as they are away in another town though I’ll warn Dad.

<FletchRyder> ::whistles at scratch marks nonetheless:: Must’ve just gotten a pedicure.

<Josie_Lyons> I think you should.

<Josie_Lyons> <Hans> ::laughs a bit:: Probably so. ::sits down after finding proper bandages. pulls shirt half off to get at the scratches ‘n all. knows what he’s doing::

<FletchRyder> Yeah, it’s definitely a relief to have him back behind bars. It’s just his lady friend that has me uneasy now.

<Joseph_Forge> THanks for the backup there, Lyons. I appreciate it. ::small smile::

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<StormcrowSelkirk> ((Um, hello.))

<Wrythe> ((Don’t mind me…))

<Josie_Lyons> ((This Obsidian?))

<Joseph_Forge> ((we kinda have to as this is a private RPG. who are you?))

<Josie_Lyons> ((Your trial isn’t until tomorrow. ^_^ we’re about to wrap things up for tomorrow))

<Josie_Lyons> ((er for tonight that is))

<Wrythe> ((I’m the new girl. Sorry, I was just coming in to watch and try to get a feel for what goes on here.))

<Wrythe> ((But I can go. Sorry about the interruption!))

<Joseph_Forge> ((ahh my bad. tis okies! I think itd be alright iffan the rest of you are okay with it))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((It’s fine with me))

<FletchRyder> ((No big))

<Josie_Lyons> ((::nods:: Fine with me lol this will all be on the update tomorrow. Sagey ever give you links to logs?))

<Wrythe> ((Um, I only saw the ones on the MBI site, and they were pretty old… so…))

<Josie_Lyons> <Hans> She cute? ::grins::

<Josie_Lyons> ((The MBI LJ has a link to previous logs I think))

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<FletchRyder> ::blinks, caught a bit off guard by that:: Excuse me?

<Joseph_Forge> ((hey Matt!))

<Wrythe> ((Oh, right… I forgot about that… ::shuts up now::)

<Josie_Lyons> Hey, no problem… sorry I didn’t step in sooner, Forge. I wasn’t sure if I could fire and not hit you.

<Josie_Lyons> ((Hey Matt!))

<FletchRyder> ((Hey, Matt))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((Lo!))

<Josie_Lyons> ((No problem!))

* Joseph_Forge sets mode: +o _Matt_

<Josie_Lyons> ((They’re behind in what we’re doing, forget where Sage has left off at.))

<_Matt_> ((Heyas :: running late :: ))

<Joseph_Forge> Its alright. I understand. Just glad you guys came in when you did. I was getting worried about that she-kat

<Josie_Lyons> <Hans> His lady friend. ::snickering as he finishes patching up the scratches. pulls shirt back down, examines scratches through it::

* Wrythe is now known as Tabby

<Josie_Lyons> <Hans> Is she cute?

<Josie_Lyons> <Hans>::messing with him XD::

<Josie_Lyons> You get a name by the way?

<Joseph_Forge> ((::blinks. needs to take contacts out. thought that said “pulls his SKIRT down”::)

<Joseph_Forge> Not a full one. He only called her Kat and that was just once.

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((LOL!))

<Josie_Lyons> ((::busts up XD::))

<Josie_Lyons> <Hans>::dunnae wear kilts, lass::

<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))

<FletchRyder> ::squints an eye at him a moment:: Well.. I guess. I don’t ordinarilly assess the “cuteness” of a threat I’m trying to take out.

<FletchRyder> ((lol!))

<Josie_Lyons> ::sighs:: Well that could be anything. Part of a first name, or her last. We’ll have to do some searching.

<Joseph_Forge> I’ll keep my ears open for anything on the name. I’m like you. It could be anything.

<Josie_Lyons> <Hans> Well, seeing as how good an agent you are, I figured she must’ve been for her to get at you like that. ::chuckles some:: I’m kidding, Ryder. Lighten up.

<_Matt_> Josie_Lyons

<_Matt_> ((M’oops, mashed the keyboard too soon XD ))

<Josie_Lyons> ((whut?))

<_Matt_> ((<God-like Voice> :: calls Josie’s names from above :: <Everyone> … ))

<Josie_Lyons> ((::laughs:: <Josie>::scared!:: Who said that? <Forge> It was a mun… the one of Doom and Destruction. He’s calling for your death. <Josie> ::sobs on Joe’s shoulder::))

<FletchRyder> ::shakes head some:: Well, I’d be in a more humorous mood if she were with Derringer behind bars right now. She seemed to have some skill as a fighter. Not your average type of crude street fighter.

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((LOL))

<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIIES!:: <Joe> would you like for me to start making funeral arrangements for you?))

<FletchRyder> ((lol!))

<Josie_Lyons> <Hans> Oh yeah? ::goes over to where he is now, idly glances at that wound of his::

<Josie_Lyons> <Hans> How so?

<Josie_Lyons> Shame we didn’t learn it while we dealt with her before. Think Derringer will rat her out?

<Joseph_Forge> Doubt it. He’s not a rat. You’ll be lucky if you pry his current address outta him. ::Frowns. sits at his desk now::

<FletchRyder> Her aptitude with a knife. The way she was able to use my own attack against me, and then she actually used a smoke bomb of some sort to make her escape.

<Josie_Lyons> ::leans against his desk some:: When are you going to get those crates of ‘nip out of your basement?

<Joseph_Forge> In a little bit. Let my nerves settle down again. ::small smirk. still looks his calm self though::

<Josie_Lyons> <Hans> And she left Derringer?

<Josie_Lyons> ::smiles:: sure, no problem. You want some milk or coffee or something?

<FletchRyder> High and dry.

<Joseph_Forge> Nahh..I’m fine. Thanks though.

<Josie_Lyons> <Hans> that was rude of her. ::grins::

<Josie_Lyons> Alright then. I’m going to get myself a cup and a donut. I’ll be back.

<Joseph_Forge> ::nods:: See you shortly then. ::turns around to start filling out paperwork::

<FletchRyder> Yeah, and now she’ll probably skip on over to our mysterious ‘Enzo’ and give him the heads up as to our operations here, along with Forge’s deceit.

<Josie_Lyons> ::heads to the breakroom and gets herself a cup of coffee ‘n donut::

<Josie_Lyons> <Hans> ::frowns a bit at that:: … you think they’ll go after his folks and Tasha?

<Joseph_Forge> <Tasha>::I sure hope not! not with me still wondering about that mysterious bite from those plantimal things!::

* _Matt_ is now known as Technician

<Technician> :: clipboard in hand, goes down the hallway looking for an available agent ::

<Josie_Lyons> ((<goons>::go to Tasha’s house, break in, attempt to shoot her dead:: <Tasha>::gets angry and green! RAAAARARARARhisssssss! whoops their tails. then goes and cleans up the mess and makes dinner for when Joe’s back from his shift::))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((LOL!))

<FletchRyder> ::shrugs:: Who knows. You’d think they wouldn’t want to risk it, assuming we’d go on high alert, which we will. Though, the underground is notorious for being a pretty unforgiving organization.

<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))

<FletchRyder> ((lol!))

<Joseph_Forge> ::issa at his desk! working away on those reports:: <Tasha>::at her own desk….reading the latest racing magazine XD::

<Josie_Lyons> ::you slacker!::

<Joseph_Forge> <Tasha>:: I know it. Ain’t it great? ^_^::

<Technician> :: enters the area of offices, opts to go towards Tasha’s desk :: Excuse me.

* Joseph_Forge is now known as Tasha_Forge

<Tasha_Forge> ::looks up from her magazine. hides it quickly. lol!:: Yes? may I help you?

<FletchRyder> ((<Tasha> ::got an F++ for time management at the Academy::))

<Josie_Lyons> <Hans> ::nods:: Well they’ll just have to let bygones be bygones, as I’m a pretty unforgiving kat should they harm her.

<Josie_Lyons> ((LOL!))

<Tasha_Forge> ((LOL!))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((LOL))

<FletchRyder> ::raises an eyebrow at that, but just nods::

<Technician> Most of the major re-wiring has been completed, and the main computer systems should be fully functional by the end of the day. The security system is still offline. We’ve run into a few snags that will require some extra power-grid modifications. If you could sign this off we’ll get started :: hands her the clipboard ::

<Tasha_Forge> Sure. ::takes clipboard and signs off on the paperwork. hands it back over and smiles some:: There you go. You’re all set.

* Josie_Lyons is now known as Hans_Lynx

<Technician> :: takes it back, then looks at pen :: That’s quite a grip you have :: holding the pen up :: <Pen> :: is severely bent inward ::

<FletchRyder> ((<Tasha> Say, what’s this fine print at the bottom here? Something about.. “souls?” <Technician> Never you mind, just sign on the dotted line please! ::pen poofs in hand out of thin air::))

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIES!::))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((*dies*))

<Tasha_Forge> ::blinks. looks at it:: eh heh…yeah…I suppose so….

<Hans_Lynx> Anyway… I assume Joe’s alerting the proper kats on all of this for protection of his family?

<Hans_Lynx> ((::dies::))

<FletchRyder> I wouldn’t know. We just got back, and he’s probably filling out the paperwork on it now.

<Technician> We’ll get started on that :: throws the pen in a nearby trashcan, heads off to go back to work ::

<Hans_Lynx> I see. You going to be okay with that wound?

<Tasha_Forge> ::watches Tech guy go. scoots over there to the trash and picks up that pen again to look at it closer. never done that before to one::

<Technician> <Pen> :: is a normal looking pen, one of those disposable kind, but has a bent and two impressions where her fingers were ::

<Tasha_Forge> huh….Now thats odd…::says to self. tosses it back into the trash and scoots back to her desk::

<FletchRyder> ::almost scoffs:: Geez, a kat gets a scratch around here and suddenly he’s on his deathbed. Yeah, it’ll be just fine. What about you? No nail polish got in your bloodstream did it? ::smirking::

<Hans_Lynx> <Hans>::laughs some and shakes his head:: No, don’t think so. If I bleed pink next time I get a cut, I’ll know otherwise.

<FletchRyder> ::chuckles, going over to the sink to wash his hands:: Well, you just stay away from the mall during those early bird specials, and you’ll be just fine. ::wipes hands on a paper towel::

<Hans_Lynx> ::smirks:: I’ll keep that in mind. I’m going to see if Tasha’s around, and if she’s head about Derringer yet. Catch you around soon and, awesome job on the arrest.

* Tabby has left #mbi_sk

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((Well, hope she got a good impression.))

<Tasha_Forge> ((I do too. lol! guess we’ll see her tomorrow for the trial then))

<FletchRyder> ::nods:: Yeah, thanks.

<Hans_Lynx> ((We should, her ‘n the other guy))

<FletchRyder> ((Hope she wasn’t scared off XD))

<Hans_Lynx> ::nods too and exits infirmary. heads for deskroom::

<Tasha_Forge> ::reading her racing magazine again. props feet up on the desk now::

<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL! XD I doubt it. -g- we aren’t terribly insane tonight.))

<Technician> <Pen> :: is tossed at the trashcan :: <Trashcan> :: tips over once the pen is thrown at it ::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((Here’s to hoping!))

<Hans_Lynx> ::enters deskroom, sees Joe busy writing so assumes Tasha knows. goes over to her:: Hey. ::smiles:: That’s some good research you’re doing there.

<Tasha_Forge> ::notes the trashcan. staring at it when Hans comes in. jumps some at him talking then looks up at him:: heh..yeah. ::gets up and goes to turn trashcan back upright.::

<Hans_Lynx> You alright? ::worried look::

<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::happens to be walking by, right as the trashcan falls. steps on it, fumbling over it, ending up running in place on top of it, careening down the hall backwards screaming::

<Hans_Lynx> ((::DIES::))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((LOL))

<Tasha_Forge> ((::snorts at Hertz::))

<Hans_Lynx> ::then just stares after Hertz::

<Tasha_Forge> ::blinkies at Hertz:: Um…yeah..sure….just aside things are getting weird again I’m good!

<FletchRyder> ::about to step out of the infirmiry, when Hertz rolls by. pauses a moment, holding a hand to his shaking head, then walks out into the hall, bending his arm in various ways to test it out::

<Hans_Lynx> Weird? How so? ::listens as Hertz’s screams get softer as he rolls away XD turns back to her::

<Tasha_Forge> Well…::picks up trashcan again and finds that pen. hands it to him:: Explain how I dented that pen…or how when I tossed it into this trashcan it flipped the trashcan over.

<Hans_Lynx> ::takes pen:: You been drinking Boost? ::grins, looking at it::

<FletchRyder> ::lets his throbbing arm rest by his side as he enters the breakroom, intent on grabbing an orange::

<Tasha_Forge> ::smirks:: Not unless someone slipped it to me without me knowing.

<Hans_Lynx> Maybe you’re too tense? Want to take a break or something?

<FletchRyder> ((<Tasha> My momma’ musta’ put agracite(??) in my cereal as a kitten. Heh heh! ::smashes desk with one punch:: <Chance> ::standing behind her, arms crossed, foot tapping:: Oh yeah, *that’s* real original!))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((lol))

<Hans_Lynx> ((::DIES::))

<Tasha_Forge> 9(::DIIIES!))

<Tasha_Forge> I guess so…I hope so. Wanna join me for some coffee and donuts? ::smiles::

<Hans_Lynx> Sure. ::smiles at her, exits the offices and goes to breakroom::

<Hans_Lynx> How’s your legs by the way?

<Tasha_Forge> My legs? oh you mean the wounds? ::walks that way with him::

<FletchRyder> ::grabs up an orange and takes a massive bite out of it, peel and all, taking a seat at the table and taking up the days paper, flipping immediately to the sports section::

<Hans_Lynx> Yes I mean the wounds. From those plantimals, which I’m sure you never did get looked at.

<Tasha_Forge> nahh they healed on up quickly. Nothing serious at all. You can’t even tell they were there.

<Hans_Lynx> Oh well… that’s good I guess. ::enters breakroom. thinks Fletch eats oranges weird XD:: Mind getting me a cup of joe too while I get us some donuts?

<Tasha_Forge> Sure. ::waves at Fletch:: Hey, Ryder. ::goes over to get them a couple of mugs o’ joe!::

<FletchRyder> ::acknowledges them with a nod, before swallowing his bite:: Hey.

<Hans_Lynx> What delicious fine pastry will the lady have today? ::takes up chocolate donuts for himself::

<Hans_Lynx> ::don’t break the pot now XD::

<Hans_Lynx> <coffee>::is out, a new pot needs to be made::

<Tasha_Forge> Chocolate too, if you don’t mind. ::I’ll try not to. lol! starts getting the stuff out to make more::

<Technician> <Cupboard Doors> :: once pulled upon by Tasha, get ripped off their hinges ::

<FletchRyder> ::scanning over the latest college basketball standings, continuing to munch on his orange::

<Tasha_Forge> ::blinkies! drops ‘em after jerking them off. lol! stepping back from them:: Oh my….!

<Hans_Lynx> ::glances up and over:: Kats alive woman, what’d you do?

<FletchRyder> ::doesn’t really notice what’s going on. is oblivious to his surroundings when absorbed with sports. figures she just dropped a glass or something::

<Tasha_Forge> I don’t know! ::looks at her hands then at Hans:: This is just getting freaky now…

<Hans_Lynx> ((<Fletch> Paw dangit! My bracket’s shot to heck! I had Katsas going all the way to the NCAA championship!))

<FletchRyder> Hmm? What? ::finishing the column, finally turns to look at the scene, noting the handle-less cabinets::

<Tasha_Forge> ((LOL!))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((LOL))

<Hans_Lynx> Maybe they just didn’t screw the hinges in right when they fixed up the cabinents. ::goes over to pick the doors up::

<Tasha_Forge> Maybe so…::goes and picks one of them up to put up::

<FletchRyder> ((LOL Ha! I saw part of that game, and it was pitiful. Not that I’m a biased KSU fan or anything.))

<Hans_Lynx> ((XD))

<Hans_Lynx> ((Least they got in. UofL is NIT. No. That stands for Not in Tournament. -g- ))

<Hans_Lynx> ::lays the one he got on the counter, examines the hinges::

<FletchRyder> ((Yeah, that’s what our women’s team got into too. Gui))

<Technician> <Cupboard Door> :: one held by Tasha crumples in on itself slightly ::

<FletchRyder> ::eyebrows raise at that, as he slowly swallows the last of his orange:: Um..

<Hans_Lynx> ((<Tasha> She-Thing like Krunk- er Hans! <Hans> … and Hans like… She-Thing? ::worried look::))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((*dies*))

<FletchRyder> ((lol))

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))

<Tasha_Forge> ::looks at Ryder:: What is it? :;at his um::

<FletchRyder> ((<Indian in the Cupboard> ::as a result of Tasha’s careless strength, is crushed and simultaneously bombarded with several large-sized splinters. a gruesome scene indeed to behold::))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((*DIES*!!!))

<Hans_Lynx> ((::diies!::))

<Tasha_Forge> ((::SOOOODEAD!::))

<Technician> ((::snorks::))

<FletchRyder> ::lifts his hand slowly, pointing at the cabinet door in her hands::

<Hans_Lynx> ::looks at it too:: … you been… lifting weights, Tasha?

<Hans_Lynx> Barry Bonds hasn’t shared a secret with you has he?

<Tasha_Forge> ::looks down at the door in her hands. eyes widen and tosses it away from herself as though it were a Spider or something. lol!:: Oh geez! What is going on?! no!! ::to Hans. lol!::

<Technician> <Cupboard Door> :: once tossed away, jets across the room, and lodges into the wall, sticking out of it ::

<Hans_Lynx> Whoah! ::eyes widened at that, staring at the wall::

<FletchRyder> ((<Cabinet door> ::sent into outer space after Tasha throws it. crashes into Pluto, causing it to explode:: <Fletch> Geez. You should join the Yankees.))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((LOL))

<Tasha_Forge> ::eyes widen as well. jaw drops. steps back to lean against the wall::

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIES!::))

<Hans_Lynx> ((::DEEEAD::))

<Hans_Lynx> ((<Fletch> Or MASA.))

<FletchRyder> ::startles, nearly tipping over in chair at seeing the impact made:: Whoa!

<Hans_Lynx> ::looks at her, not quite sure what to say::

<Tasha_Forge> ::STaaaaaaares at her hands now. lol! ain’t sure what to say herself right now::

<Hans_Lynx> Tasha… I seriously think you need to get a doctor to examine you… this just… isn’t right.

<Technician> :: walks into the breakroom :: Does anyone know where the network jack is located in…here… :: seeing the object sticking out of the wall ::

<FletchRyder> ::nods slowly in agreement, getting up to take a closer look at the cabinet, jaw askew as he examines it::

<Tasha_Forge> ::looks up at Hans now::………..naww….YA THINK?!

<FletchRyder> I.. don’t think there is one anymore. ::assuming the jack is where the cabinet impacted::

<Hans_Lynx> Now calm down, er… can you come back another time sir? ::to technician::

<Technician> Uh… I’ll come back later. :: exits ::

<Hans_Lynx> ::goes over to Tasha now, attempts to put hands on her shoulders:: How long has this stuff gone on, hon? ::asks gently::

<FletchRyder> ::turns around towards the other two, regarding Tasha::

<Tasha_Forge> ::lets him. staring at her hands again:: I…I……..::takes a breath to calm down some::…just since before you came to talk to me.

<Hans_Lynx> ::frowns, thinking:: How about you have a seat on the sofa… okay? ::lets her shoulders go and takes her hands to lead her to the sofa:;

<FletchRyder> ((<Tasha> ::thinks back:: I was arm wrestling Hertz just before now, and he was screaming as usual about his hand breaking. But I did notice actual tears this time around and an odd cracking sound after gripping his hand. <Guys> ::gulp::))

<Tasha_Forge> ::just nods. goes with him to sit! lol! shook up pretty badly over this one. sits onna sofa!::

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((lol))

<Hans_Lynx> ((::diies::))

<Hans_Lynx> ::leggos her hands to sit next to her:: You haven’t been taking any vitamins or anything, right?

<Tasha_Forge> ::shakes head:: Just my usual multivitimin I’ve taken the last few years is all.

<FletchRyder> I’ll go notify the Captain. ((a likely excuse for a character whose mun is actually making off for bed))

<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL night Kutlass!))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((Goodnights!))

<FletchRyder> ::takes another long look at the cabinet, then Tasha, before exiting the breakroom::

<Hans_Lynx> Well the only thing I can think of is this may relate to those marks from the plantimals… unless anything else out of the ordinary happened.

<FletchRyder> ((Goodnight you guys!))

<Tasha_Forge> ((maww nights! ::hugs!::))

* FletchRyder has quit IRC (Quit: Four out of five muggers agree: give me your wallet.)

<Tasha_Forge> ::shakes head:: Thats all thats happened…odd here lately.

<Hans_Lynx> We’ll schedule you an appointment then, soon.

<Hans_Lynx> ((and I think I need to head out too all. ::hugs for y’all:: Nights!))

<Tasha_Forge> ::nods::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((Nights!))

<Tasha_Forge> ((okies! nights! ::hugs!::))