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Post by JP SylvrWolfe on May 14, 2008 15:18:18 GMT -5
"Nhh...s'nothing. We just need to get in, find the shooter, get out. Simple. Your nose working tonight, or have you had it all over rat-boy again?"
Luke would smirk, always having enjoyed ribbing Scott for his...choice in mates.
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Post by Stina Kitsune on May 14, 2008 15:34:39 GMT -5
Scott kinda frowns and looks back down at it's computer, "My nose is working fine. I haven't smelled anything except my soap and aftershave for a week." he says while pulling up the satellite pictures of the surrounding area of where they're supposed to be going.
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Post by JP SylvrWolfe on May 14, 2008 15:41:19 GMT -5
Luke just grins to himself and takes a hard right towards Shifters. Unfortunately, some idiot called NYPD first...so the place is crawling with blue-boys and wanna be SCD.
"...great...New York's Finest. We're gonna get so much crap for being federal..."
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Post by Stina Kitsune on May 14, 2008 15:46:05 GMT -5
Scott smirks, "They're just jealous because we get the bigger budget and better equipment. Common, I want to rub it in their faces again." he says before looking over to grin at Luke, "Your daddy would be so proud of you for being in charge of a federal agency."
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Post by JP SylvrWolfe on May 14, 2008 15:48:17 GMT -5
"...Yup." Luke gets out of the car and adjusts his fedora, wading into the crowd of NYPD and onlookers, flashing his badge to get into the crime scene. Slowly, people are being escorted out of the club through the side door.
It's almost like they were warned from a distance...
"Alright, let's see what's going on around here. Scott, get to it..."
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Post by Stina Kitsune on May 14, 2008 16:02:36 GMT -5
Scott sighs and sticks his human nose into the air and sniffs once before sneezing,
"Geh... blood, humans, wolves, lions, tigers and bears, oh my... silver something... gunpowder, oil... there's too many things to lock on to one scent..." he says very softly, frowning and rubbing his nose.
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Post by JP SylvrWolfe on May 14, 2008 16:09:36 GMT -5
"And that's why you're here...I don't have Dad's nose. You start sniffing around while I do...other...things. The body's over there...start with that."
Luke would wander off a bit, deliberately avoiding the subject of what he's going to do.
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Post by Stina Kitsune on May 14, 2008 16:15:46 GMT -5
"Cryptic bastard..." he mutters before wandering over to the body and discreetly sniffing around that area and the body, which I'm sure would have the stench of death around it.
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Post by JP SylvrWolfe on May 14, 2008 16:19:17 GMT -5
Along with the stench of death, there's the smell of augmented gunpowder, silver, gun oil, and the scent of...
Yeah...'jesus freak', the cologne that the Human's United sells to it's members to help finance their political goals.
Meanwhile, Luke slowly unsheathes his unnaturally long claws, shuddering as he does so; as if he were holding something else back desperately while he does this seemingly simple act. Once it was done, he'd begin clawing at the side of the building where JP'd been shot at.
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Post by coon on May 14, 2008 22:51:51 GMT -5
((Holy shit guys...this thread just took off! Try not to leave me behind, please.))
Coon is standing there, watching JP as he runs through a series of phone calls, her tail swaying in a display of her nervousness and anxiety.
"JP...we're kind of exposed out here..."
She doesn't notice the panther, who comes up completely downwind from her, and lets out a small, startled yelp as she is pounced, trying to push the large panthress off of her, or at least protect the softer parts of her body. She didn't want to get shot or eaten tonight, if she could help it!
"Fuckin'...Help me out here!"
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Post by Stina Kitsune on May 15, 2008 10:31:51 GMT -5
((Eep... sorry :-( I tried to drag the attention to other characters for a bit to give you time...))
Christina would growl, "Hasn't done anything wrong yet... but why should we give her the chance?"
But grudgingly, she would pull off the raccoon, letting her get up but still keeping a close eye on her...
"So if you didn't call me out here for 'coon hunting, what's the big emergency?" She would ask JP.
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Post by JP SylvrWolfe on May 15, 2008 10:37:46 GMT -5
JP would growl and shake out his fur.
"The emergency is that some idiot is takin' long shots at us. I didn't want to run this one alone...the way my arm rung when it was hit, he should be north of here. Trouble is, this is the only spot with decent vantage in range of your average rifle...but he's not here."
JP's nose would twitch and he'd point to the coon with a claw.
"She's...from the club. She's not trying to turn anybody, and she's got a decent head on her shoulders."
Far from there, the sniper swears as the panther knocks over his prey...losing the L.O.S. on her and the massive male wolf.
"...damnit. I had him..."
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Post by coon on May 16, 2008 10:59:00 GMT -5
((It's ok Stina. I'm just glad that we've got more players now. ))The wereraccoon grunts and heaves herself into a sitting position, frowning up at the pantheress now that she can get a good look at her. "..." Turning to look at JP when he mentions vantage, she scents the air, jumping up into a crouch. "Perhaps he's on top of one of these buildings? The higher ground is always more advantageous."
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Post by Stina Kitsune on May 23, 2008 7:54:48 GMT -5
Christina growls and shakes out her fur.
"I agree with the 'coon. A high vantage point is something we might want to check out... that and we could see down into little areas we might have missed. But at the same time, that might just put us in a more exposed position."
Sighing, she offers a paw to the raccoon to help her up, looking both apologetic and suspicious at the same time.
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Post by JP SylvrWolfe on May 24, 2008 17:55:16 GMT -5
"Fine...higher ground it is then. Just remember that we're not out on a picknic...we're here to end this 'fore th' damn bastards get all of th' shifters in town."
JP would sniff the air repeatedly, shuddering as he tries to filter out the smell of his mate and the female coon.
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