Themyscira: Urban Fantasy Monster Girl RP

Doors of the Sepent's Cradle

Cassie gently grabbed Taki's wrist to get her attention, "Focus dear, you were taking me to the place where you got that wonderful food. Or are you going to leave me alone..." At those last few words Cassie began to pout again but not as much as last time, for while it was fun to tease the other girl, she was only cruel to her opponents not her allies.

Noelle stood up straight again and briefly turned to Jayneth and the foxgirl "Hey, Jayneth, Ran, no, as you can see this is merely professional" greeting them with a hand-wave before looking back at the ranger. "I understand, and your story does check with recent reports, do you have any evidence that this individual in fact committed said kidnappings?" She said respectfully.

"Hey Ran! Nope, sorry. Didn't stop for snacks on the way here. Maybe we can buy you something later or pass by the soup kitchen" says Jayneth with a smile as she softly ruffles her hair and strokes her ears.

Then, however, her keen ears caught something that truly interested her "Oh, kidnapings? Multiples? I am definitely game for that"

Doors of the Serpent's Cradle

"What? No!" Taki emphatically disagreed. She certainly wasn't going to leave a friend behind, as it went against so many of her sensibilities. "I just wondered if you knew them or anything...Oh, and I think the food was...that way!" Regardless of the harpy's other faults, she could navigate about town pretty adroitly. Soon she was leading Cassie down the street, flapping up high into the air, before swooping back down to flutter around Cassie, alternating between checking where they were headed and keeping her friend company.

Streets of London

Cassie gave a gentle smile as she watched her friend and ward flutter about, flying gracefully through the air. She made sure to keep herself lifted up four or five inches above the heads of most the other beings going by so that Taki could see her, and more importantly, she could keep an eye on Taki.

“On my person? I am afraid not,” Darjeeling told Noelle. “There is, however, a body of evidence in my base of operations in this area.” She paused for a few moments, then Jayneth made her offer.
“I thank you for your kindness,” she said, “but I must refuse your offer. It is a test of my skill that I cannot leave for another.” She looked around, rubbing her chin, then her eyes lit up. “Maybe I did not botch the casting after all. Look.” She pointed to an intersection about twenty metres away from where she, Noelle, Jayneth and Ran-Ran were standing. “Here they are, not even hiding.” She moved to take her rifle from her back.

Kyrka put away her phone; Job would text back eventually. "Uh, sorry, it was a really urgent text. I have a relative in the hospital. Sorry, what were we talking about? Your transmitter, right?" She smiled, trying to remain as innocent and friendly as possible, despite the 4 bricks of C4, unlicensed gun, and probably arbitrarily illegal dagger.

Streets of London

"Oh, oh and guess what else I saw!" Taki quickly fluttered down before perching on Cassie's shoulders, giving careful mind to her talons; Taki as it turned out was surprisingly easy to bear, particularly for the strong serpent-woman. Leaning over to look into Cassie's eyes, Taki continued to chatter away about her day "There was this building with a window, and there were these two women, and I think they were mating. Or maybe eating. It was kinda hard to tell. I mean, they had a bunch of food, but they were really enjoying it." Taki was quite oblivious to her centaur stalker, as she relayed her own experiences as an accidental voyeur.

edited 4th Feb '14 2:53:49 PM by dungeonguy88

Text on Kyrka's cell-phone

The transmitter would likely be in a control room on the sub-most basement floor. The control room itself will likely be locked. Is this a problem?

Kyrka texted back.

A little. What about on the robot proper, you have a receiver or antenna I could disrupt? Pretty sure one wrong move and Im gonna have to fight.

"And, uh, I'm—I used to work here." Kyrka dropped to the floor. "Seeing the factory like this... it's like I need to work on the place still; like you're checking up on a child at college. I have pride in my creation, you know? Could you show me the transmitter that controls you guys? I built a radio signaller that should make the control system much more efficient and precise."

Text of Kyrka's Cellphone

Yes, actually. Each robot or android has a safeword installed; say the word, and the robot becomes deactivated immediately; I only don't have one because, far as I know, I personally wasn't programmed with one. (My former owners thought it was 'rectum', funny that.) Unfortunately, I have no way of knowing what this particular android's safeword is.

edited 4th Feb '14 5:14:06 PM by kkhohoho

Arma Factory

Arma did a little nod then started to walk Kyrka through corridors and down towards the gigantic computer console that controls her, as well as the entire factory. Meanwhile, doing tons of computations and data checks in her mind.

Kyrka kept texting as she followed Arma.

If it came to a physical fight, I could probably get in a few blows. You think that instead of using my detonator's signals to disrupt the main transmitter I could piggyback it onto the droid's receiver? itd give it some measure of freedom, might give us a convert.

"You know, I don't think I got your name. Would you be so kind as to increase my store of knowledge?" Kyrka said nonchalantly. If knowledge was her main drive, maybe she could save her...

Kyrka's Cellphone Text

It's worth a try.

Nolle sighed "A mandate by your elders, I know how it is" She said "still, I'm deeply sorry, but law is law and this is my jurisdiction" In a genuine tone, but moving to block her path "I hope you allow me to help you, as you said, she must meet justice" She looked at her in the eyes.

"I don't have a name. I am referred to as Company Service Unit #13, Arma mk.2."

The two of them arrived at the factories main terminals, many screens and controls, focused on running every single function in the entire factory. Everything was factory locked, only usable through ID authorization, or possibly extreme force.

Streets of London, Near the Centaurs

"And what exactly do you mean by 'justice', hm?"

Leaping down from a nearby rooftop with nary a sound was a tall, strong yet lean figure, covered in thick white fur and bearing the head and general characteristics of a wolf. A hint of a snarl could be seen at the right edge of her lips, and her fierce yellows eyes could practically penetrate your soul, but for a lupine, she managed to reign herself in well enough. She then held up a necklace on her neck, the only thing she was wearing. Hanging on the end and now sitting in her right paw was a card; it bore her picture, her name, and the symbol of the Magical Counsel. Whatever it is.

"Lupa, Representative of the Lupines on the Magical Counsel," she said, just short of growling. "I've only come onto this particular scene just recently; what seems to be the trouble? This had better be good, or I swear by my clan, heads will roll..."

edited 4th Feb '14 7:26:15 PM by kkhohoho

Arma Factory

"How about Arma?" Kyrka asked. Examining the large machine thing, she drew out her detonator. "Normally you use this to signal explosives in construction." She climbed up on top of the machine, and scrabbled around for something similar to the transmitters on her own device. "Arma. Do you ever wonder what it'd be like to not have that voice compelling you? To have no will other than your own?" She tore out one of the main parts of the detonator, and mounted the wire on the base of the primary signalling apparatus. If she was right, it should disrupt the signal with intermittent, uncontrolled pulses. Nothing precise, but it would at least give her some will.

Kyrka hopped down and patted Arma on the back. "Let's go out, hmm? You want to see the city?"

As Arma watched Kyrka do her thing, her eyes suddenly changed from a white glow to a red glow. She modelled the actions of a headache, the pulses of the detonator starting to affect her. But her systems were powerful, and fought back. When Kyrka scuttled back down and attempted to pat Arma on the back, she dodged the pat and slapped the hand away.

She turned up to the detonator, quickly shot out lasers out of her eyes to melt the detonator, then turned back to Kyrka, looking down at her.

"I'm going to have to ask you to kindly get your ugly reptilian ass out of me."

edited 4th Feb '14 8:08:10 PM by Saturn

FUCKFUCKFUCK IT DIDNT WORK getting out while i still can

Kyrka texted frantically, suddenly aware of how short she was.

Then she heard the term ugly reptilian ass. Oh no she did not.

She grinned, drawing her pistol.

"I'll have you know..." she held up her left ring finger, which still bore a ring engraved in Elvish. "This ugly reptilian ass bagged better elf booty than you'll see in your fucking lifetime, you glorified vibrator!!" She let out a violent scree! and sprang forwards, sliding under the robot to deliver a violent gouge at its legs.

Text on Kyrka's Cellphone

Kyrka? I seem to have have gotten quite a mess here; whole lot of gobblygook.

{Please} tell me you aren't attempting to take on a killer robot on nothing but the skin of your teeth. {Again}.

I don't seem to be getting a message back, Kyrka...

...

Oh {bugger}...

edited 4th Feb '14 9:11:19 PM by kkhohoho

Arma Factory

Arma followed Kyrka's eyes as she slid and delivered a sharp slash at her underside. Arma's sudden movements caused the slash to make a small puncture into Arma's inner thighs.

"Checking data banks....vi·bra·tor.../ˈvīˌbrātər/...noun...1.a device that vibrates or causes vibration, in particular. A device used for massage or sexual stimulation."

Arma turned her head 90 degrees, then her whole body around to face Kyrka.

"As far as my data banks can tell me, the current Arma mk.2 design notes do not include this functionality. Addendum added for future reference, taking possible applications into consideration. Thank you."

Arma ran forward and shot a flurry of punches in Kyrka's direction. The punches would surely make a dent in anything solid it came into contact with. Anything frail would break. Something was off. Even though the disruptions of the detonator had been stopped, Arma was still feeling strange effects. All systems were functional, but she felt...detached. It was hard to explain. Like, the feeling when you have cobwebs all over your body and face and you are slowly pulling them off to free yourself.

The first of many knots were beginning to become untied.

Kyrka took a slug in the chest and went flying backwards, tumbling into a pile of metal bins. Struggling to her feet, she glared at the monster once more. Her claws were made for digging, not cutting metal. Sheet metal, maybe, but this combat droid would just shrug that off. As the thing kept coming, she clambered up a support beam, back onto the ceiling. From there, she began a mad retreat back through the series of corridors she came from. She sent a series of texts back to Job.

I just pissed it off. And it pissed me offjagnakf

Kyrka felt a piercing pain in her chest and fell to the ground, quickly skittering back onto the ceiling.

Got punched. Broken rib. Nothing bad. Can still complete the mission.

She fired a few silenced shots back down the corridor as she continued her retreat, trying to figure out a plan.

Docks

Many selkies and other aquatic beings lived on or near the the docks. After all, it was just good sense to surround yourself with your element right? Currently, just beneath the docks, there lurked a lithe form clinging to the underside of the quays. Aoibheann was listening in on conversations of the upright side of the docks for anything that could prove of use to her leader and personal savior, Job.

Darjeeling moved her hands away from her rifle, instead crossing them on her chest. “It is as I have thought,” she told Noelle, her voice held still by force of will alone, “you have abandoned your duties to your clan.” She angrily kicked the asphalt with a read hoof and took a deep breath, before turning so that she could address both Noelle and Lupa.
“You should know full-well that the Council gave the Clans permission to conduct their rites of passage, as long as the mark isn't killed or badly injured and is turned to the relevant law enforcement agency once the ritual is over,” Darjeeling said, stressing the last few words. “So please, move out of my way.”

edited 5th Feb '14 7:49:32 AM by desdendelle