Josie and Fletch lie in wait in their positions upstairs in Joe’s house as the plan to arrest Derringer is underway. Tasha made the dinner before she left and soon Derringer arrives when he said he would. However he’s not alone as they had planned. Accompanying him is the purple haired she-kat Joe, Fletch and Josie saw that first night they made a drop off of ‘nip for Derringer.
The meal begins but the she-kat and Joe exchange heated words. Taking this opportunity for distraction, Fletch and Josie move downstairs quickly and confront the group. Derringer and Joe have it out while the she-kat and Fletch fight. Josie is unable to fire at either villain with them being so close to her fellow Megs. Derringer is taken down though, but the she-kat escapes using a masking smoke bomb. The rest hurry out of Joe’s house and out to a car where Derringer’s taken to the MBI. They may have arrested him but the she-kat got away, leaving only a knife wound to Fletch’s arm. Only name they know her by is “Kat” which Derringer called her during the meal.
Joe takes a moment to collect himself before going after the crates of ‘nip and he and Josie talk for a bit. After making sure he’s okay, Josie goes to get herself some coffee and donuts. Fletch goes to the infirmary where he patches up his arm. Hans enters the infirmary, having been scratched by some shoplifter, and Fletch tells him about the arrest on Derringer and all. Fletch goes to the breakroom and Hans goes to find Tasha to see if she’s heard of this yet and the two enter the breakroom.
While Tasha goes to make coffee, her strength seems to be very powerful, uncontrollably so as simple moves cause destruction. She opened the cabinent doors and ripped them clean off their henges, then tossed one aside which flew and embedded itself into the wall across the room. Fletch and Hans try to figure out what caused this, and Hans calms her and tells her she should go to a doctor to see what this is about. The only thing he could think of that might be a connection is the plantimals that got her the other day as nothing else strange has happened to Tasha.
4 RPG A GO GO!
::ISsa at the MBI, at her desk a chillin XD::
::you comin over for din din, Derringer? my seester cooked!::
::mun assumes we’re here waiting for Derringer in the basement or upstairs?::
::upstairs as you have more ways out if it gets ugly XD::
::with you two then, checking his watch and adjusting his ballcap now and then::
::pulls up outside!::
::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::
::hears car pulling up:: I think that may be him.
::gets out of the car, looking annoyed::
::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::
Well well..you did finally show up. I see you brought a friend.
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.
((^window))
She’s hardly a friend. She’s here for the ‘nip you’ve got downstairs. ::grins:: But after dinner. ::goes in after Derringer does::
::nods and quickly does so, avoiding creaks in the floor if there are any::
::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.
::standing silently near the stairs, ears perked to catch as much of their conversation as possible::
::motions to Fletch with a hand that there are two of them. didn’t expect him to have company::
Oh? Is she here? ::removes his jacket and goes into the kitchen:: ::takes off her coat, throws it at Joe practically XD its a bit heavy with a few guns in its inside pockets::
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::
::brow furrows at that. wets his lips, still listening::
::hands Joe his coat and goes into kitchen. takes a seat:: Of course… ::well this is a bad evening already! XD::
::takes a seat as well:: You eating too, Joey?
::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::
((brb!))
((ok!))
((okies!))
Hope the broad’s a good cook. ::starts eating XD:: ::frowns more, if that’s possible::
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((whoops…))
((ack!))
((brb!))
((okies!))
((back!))
((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
((wb?))
((stupid reset))
((WB!))
* Joseph_Forge sets mode: +o Josie_Lyons
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* Josie_Lyons is now known as Derringer
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((ty!))
((WB!))
* Derringer sets mode: +o Kutlass
((wb!))
((WB!))
((Thanks! Stupid computer.))
* Kutlass is now known as FletchRyder
::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::
You’d better be showing ME the respect, Joey. ::takes a gulp of milk:: I outrank you. ::grins at him::
::rolls eyes::
::whispers over to Josie:: Did you get a good look at the other kat with Derringer?
::mrrs:: That can be fixed you know. You still don’t have your nip outta here yet.
::nods, whispers back:: She’s that kat we dropped the ‘nip off to our first night for Derringer.
That a threat, Meg? Drop it, Kat.
::addressing the she-kat::
She better drop it else she won’t be allowed in this house again. I don’t allow that kind of disrespect around here.
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?
::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.
Understood. ::nods:: I’m ready.
::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.
::grins:: He’s talkin’ about YOU, Derringer. Will you two shaddup and sit back down? Geez.
::glaring at the she-kat.:: Yeah, boss…::sits like a good boy XD::
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::
::sits after he does, just to be ajerk XD::
::follows along, gun at the ready! waits listening::
Thank you.
::digs in again. still glaring at Felony. lol! can’t wait to see her get her tail kicked when the others get in there::
::grins back at Joe. hahahahaaaaaaa -g- starts eating anew::
::looks back towards Josie, signalling the position of her target. then turns and charges into the kitchen, shouting:: MBI! Hands in the air! Now!
::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::
::nods and sharges as well! aims gun at Derringer!:: ::busts up laughing now, some food crumbs land on her plate and the table XD::
::raises his hands! glares at Felony::
::has weapon trained on the she-kat, closing the distance between them to mere feet::
You are under arrest. ::starts reading him his rights. eases around to maybe cuff him if he’ll let him::
THIS is why you were on thin ice with Enzo, Joey. ::ears perked as she half glances back at Fletch. hands under the table:: How dare you, Joey. After all I’ve done for you.
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?::
Get up! Hands where I can see them! ::grabs at her chair roughly to pull it back from the table::
::slowly moving in too:: ::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::
::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!
::hisses, as he barely manages to escape a deep stab, getting his arm cut pretty bad though as he recoils from her attack::
::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.
::spins around quickly in a fluid motion as she stands, attempts to do a kick to Fletch’s side while he backs away::
::punched! stumbles back against the wall. growls and rushes towards Joe with a punch of his own!::
::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.
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::
::tripped! is old XD and outta practice. lands face first on the table into his plate XD::
(( ::fighting, growling, bleeding:: ::polishing off the food getting cold on the table:: Oooh, this is really good! My compliments to Tasha, Joe! ::chomp::))
((::DIIIIES!::))
((LOL))
::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?::
::LOL more like trying to not shoot anyone but keeping her aim up! hurries over to Derringer:: Don’t try that again! Get up!
::tries to rush over and grab his arms, holding his hands in his back to hold Derringer down if he can:: cuff him, Lyons!
::still has a hold of it, about to twist it painfully to get her to say uncle::
::nods and does so quickly, Derringer struggling.:: ::stops struggling once cuffed and huffs. glares up at Joe:: You’ll pay for this…
::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.
::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::
::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.
::sneers:: We’ll see about that. I want my lawyer. Yeah yeah.
::looks over to Fletch ‘n Fel who are fightin’::
You’ll get one. In due time. ::glances that way:: you can go help them, Lyons. I got Derringer.
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. ::on impact, bursts out into a cloud of thick purple smoke, quickly engulfing the room:: ::gasps:: Joe! Keep a hold on Derringer! ::coughs::
::uses this diversion to snag her coat from the closet and exit the house! bwhahahaha::
::upon seeing the ball, immediately springs at her, but is soon engulfed in the thick purple smoke::
::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::
::is harmless, just used for masking ninjavanish exits ;D::
::makes way along the house coughing too, looking for way out::
::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::
::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::
::stuffed inside the car! grrr huff hisses!:: ingrates, all of ya!
::slams door closed:: yeah yeah…::hurries inside again:: Ryder? Lyons? You guys okay?
::finally makes way outside catches her breath and hacks:: Ryder? ::dissipating now, giving more of a clear view out::
::er..pauses outside then.:: You okay, Lyons?
::nods:: Yes, but where’s Ryder?
::eventually clears his mind and sight enough to make it to the front door:: Did she.. get away? ::in between coughs::
I don’t know. Inside I guess. ::heads that way to see if he can find him:: Ryder?
Not sure. I lost sight of her in the fog. I got Derringer though. He’s in the car.
::angryangryangry!::
Well, that’s who we were after anyway… ::glancing around for any signs of the she-kat, sees none::
Paw dangit. ::grumbles some, bending over some to get more fresh air in his lungs::
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.
::nods at that:: We take him in now then?
::nods:: I guess so. Thats about it. we can let the smoke clear out of here before getting that nip and stuff out.
Alright.
Lets go then. ::heads for the car to take them back to the MBI!::
::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::
::notes Ryder before she gets in:: Hey… you okay, Ryder? How bad is your arm? ::looking rather grumpy. and has some food in his facial fur::
::Gets in the drivers seat. perks ear towards ryder and Lyons as he buckles up:: you need a hospital, Ryder?
It’s fine. Just a small laceration on my arm, not deep though, and motor functions are- ::winces:: normal. ::climbs in next to Derringer::
It just needs wrapped.
If you say so. If you want to go then thats fine. we can swing by on our way.
::gets in passenger’s seat::
It’s alright. Let’s just get back and get him booked.
::nods:: sure thing. ::pulls out and heads for the HQ. keeping an eye on Derringer in the back seat::
::is silent and brooding. glances at Ryder every once in awhile, but doesn’t try anything. isn’t stupid::
(( ::making faces in rear-view mirror:: ::glaring at his mirror, resulting in a wreck:: Eureka! I’m freee! ::smashed halfway through the windshield::))
((::DIIIES!::))
::pulls up outside the HQ in due time. gets out and opens the door for Derringer:: Come on out of there.
((::deead!::))
::goes ’round and lets Ryder out::
((*DIES*))
::gets out, then spits at Joe XD::
((brb!))
((okies!))
::Frowns. wipes off face:: Real adult, Derringer….
(( Demon llama!))
((::DEAD!:: LLAMA!!!!!)
((LOL))
::is let out. stands, waiting for Joe and Derringer to walk in front::
::starts trying to walk him that way!::
::follows close behind, looking around now and then::
((back!))
::sneers at him and walked inside:: ::following them::
((WB))
((ty!))
((WB!))
((Ty!))
::takes him to booking! sets him down and starts filling stuffs out::
))!bw((
((LOL))
::gets keys to cell, unlocks one and ushers for Ryder to put Derringer in there::
Call Dewey, Cheatum and Howe. They’ll get me out of this… this bruise on my face will proove police brutality was involved.
::waits for the paperwork to be completed before corraling Derringer into said cell::
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::
::grabs Derringer under the arm to help hoist him up and then lead him to the cell::
::Hrmphs:: We’ll see about that, Forge. ::led into cell::
::uncuffs him, and then steps back out::
::sits on the cot:: Just get my lawyers down here!
::when Ryder’s out, shuts and locks the cell door::
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::
::puts cuffs on desk and leaves as well, headed for wherever the infirmiry is now XD::
::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?
::who knows XD it probably has robots who serve as nurses and such -g-::
::since MoDaD built it..yep. most likely XD::
::looks over at her and nods:: I’ll be a lot better when he’s out of this place and away from me.
::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::
::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
He will be soon enough. ::warm smile::
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.
Lyons, Forge, and I busted Derringer, and one of his associates failed to cease and desist. ::wrapping his arm now::
What are you in for?
What about your family?
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.
Glad to hear Derringer’s in behind bars. That lowlife punk.
< HANS>^^^
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.
::whistles at scratch marks nonetheless:: Must’ve just gotten a pedicure.
I think you should.
::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::
Yeah, it’s definitely a relief to have him back behind bars. It’s just his lady friend that has me uneasy now.
THanks for the backup there, Lyons. I appreciate it. ::small smile::
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((Um, hello.))
((Don’t mind me…))
((This Obsidian?))
((we kinda have to as this is a private RPG. who are you?))
((Your trial isn’t until tomorrow. ^_^ we’re about to wrap things up for tomorrow))
((er for tonight that is))
((I’m the new girl. Sorry, I was just coming in to watch and try to get a feel for what goes on here.))
((But I can go. Sorry about the interruption!))
((ahh my bad. tis okies! I think itd be alright iffan the rest of you are okay with it))
((It’s fine with me))
((No big))
((::nods:: Fine with me lol this will all be on the update tomorrow. Sagey ever give you links to logs?))
((Um, I only saw the ones on the MBI site, and they were pretty old… so…))
She cute? ::grins::
((The MBI LJ has a link to previous logs I think))
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::blinks, caught a bit off guard by that:: Excuse me?
((hey Matt!))
((Oh, right… I forgot about that… ::shuts up now::)
Hey, no problem… sorry I didn’t step in sooner, Forge. I wasn’t sure if I could fire and not hit you.
((Hey Matt!))
((Hey, Matt))
((Lo!))
((No problem!))
* Joseph_Forge sets mode: +o _Matt_
((They’re behind in what we’re doing, forget where Sage has left off at.))
<_Matt_> ((Heyas :: running late :: ))
Its alright. I understand. Just glad you guys came in when you did. I was getting worried about that she-kat
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
Is she cute?
::messing with him XD::
You get a name by the way?
((::blinks. needs to take contacts out. thought that said “pulls his SKIRT down”::)
Not a full one. He only called her Kat and that was just once.
((LOL!))
((::busts up XD::))
::dunnae wear kilts, lass::
((::DIIIES!::))
::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.
((lol!))