|
Post by Piper Egami on May 13, 2009 23:18:14 GMT -5
"Miss Egami, I trust you will live up to our expectations." A gentleman articulated with calm smile. He was human, a fairly uncommon sight in this part of town, near Bridgend. His dark hair and eyes were stark against his lily-white hide. It made him look ghostly in the dim light of Fist Egami's office. Low bulbs simulated candlelight on the walls, while a traditional green-glasses desk lamp sat proudly on it's namesake - a mahogany desk.
Piper Egami was seated behind it, in a dark leather seat. Her elbows rested on the tabletop, her hands folded to rest her chin upon. "I don't think you'll have an complaints." she said coolly. Piper didn't dislike humans, but she wasn't entirely comfortable with them, either. She was a bobcat, after all. Her golden-rod and black-mottled coat with hints of white was lovely, and she couldn't imagine running around in nothing but her skin.
Piper was in a business suit - navy with cream-colored pinstripes. She hated it, naturally - but the GTC officials liked it better when you dressed up for them. On her first week, she'd been sighted for not looking 'presentable'. It wasn't her fault they'd popped in on her before she'd had her morning shower.
"Please take these. This information is given to you in confidence, Miss Egami." The man handed Piper a manila envelope. "What you do with the information is for your discretion, but you didn't receive it from us."
"Understood," Piper affirmed, taking the envelope.
"We suggest, however, that you share it with Holystrike's Fist. The GTC would appreciate more collaboration between the Teams, you understand."
"Of course."
"We'll contact you again in two weeks, if nothing comes up, Miss Egami." the man finished, grabbing his coat and hat. "Good day."
"Take care." Piper said automatically. He was barely out the door when the bobcat tore into the package. Her emerald eyes racked the paper hungrily, until what it said make her eyebrows raise to the rafters, the furrow into deep concern. "Indigo?" She called, albeit shakily, through the intercom.
"Bzzt-Yes?" crackled the device. Indigo had a headset, as he was never in the same place.
"I need to pay Holystrike a visit. Can you keep an eye on things here?"
"Of course, darlin'."
Piper thanked him walked over to her wardrobe - why she had one in her office, she didn't really know, but it was handy. The Fist hastily stripped down to her underthings and grabbed a comfortable pair of clothes from the top drawer - a purple, three-quarter tee shirt and faded jeans.
With that, Piper Egami breezed out, to the garage, where she immediately mounted her motorcycle - those sporty, racing sort - and took off, nearly knocking a man over with fright as she screamed out of the garage and onto the streets. She didn't have a chance to apologize. She was in a hurry.
|
|
Kragt
Proletariat
Posts: 84
|
Post by Kragt on May 17, 2009 9:32:03 GMT -5
A breeze flew through the halls of Holystrike Headquarters, not just any breeze mind you, but the kind of breeze that will always awake a feline at rest. With this breeze a napping Kragt was removed from slumber by the delightful sound of pages flapping. The Tabby rose out of his bedding, eyes still closed, and preformed the act that any beast would perform upon being awakened. A great yawn accompanied with a stretch to awaken the body and mind. Standing there in an awkward pose that resembled a ‘Y’ with a tail; Kragt said, “Monday… the root of all evil.” His body came to ease and his paw lightly scratched the white fur of his chin.
With his body now more awake Kragt realized that it was time to find somewhere to head to and fulfill his duty as a Fist. Moving in an unusually enthusiastic manner the feline scuttled back and forth through the halls, his mind covering different ideas to the second and till the second his boots crushed down on that oh so familiar rug. Kragt had apparently found his way, probably not by accident, into the library of Holystrike. A smile slipped onto his furred face as he tediously traced the previous path he always ambled.
At last he reached his inner sanctum, a square hidden from sight by shelves filled with books. His tail swayed back and forth as a mirror to the feelings felt inside him, and now was the singular but very important question, “What shall I read today?”
A solitary digit from his paw traced over the inside of each book he passed, his thoughts focused on each novel that he knew. Kragt’s eyelids shut and locked his being inside the vault of his skull.
Ancient poetry? No. Alas poor Yorik, I know thee too well. Maybe something more… more… cheesy? Sir. Not that either, I shall leave gone to a wind alone. Perhaps a novel, sir, more down to earth, Aha! “The Story of Jack Shitt: A World of History in a Book” Sir!
Kragt’s ears lowered, and his mood soured as his eyes opened back to the world around him.
“Sir!” This annoying voice caused Kragt so much frustration in his daily affairs.
“Yes, Private Marie?” The Fist of Holystrike turned about and looked at the amber neck fur of GTC’s personal tracking hound.
“Sir!” yelled the canine as she gave a salute at attention; the sudden shift caused her dropping ears to bounce in an almost humorous fashion. Her position returned to a more casual one as she continued her message, “I have come to inform you that your presence is required at the gate to perform your commanding duties, Sir!”
Kragt released a sigh and looked up at the Bloodhound, “Can you not see I am already performing my Fistly duties?”
Marie tilted head with a confused expression, “Sir?”
“As you should have been able to see,” Kragt held up the book in his hand made a cough to focus her attention, “I am here to perform a page by page quality inspection on the books of this Library.” Kragt then opened the book in his hand and began to slowly go through the pages.
The tracker stood still in a bewildered daze before a breeze from behind reminded her of her reasons for being there. “Sir, your presence is still required at the gate. The Fist of Silencers Wind is waiting for your arrival, Sir!” She again snapped into an ear bouncing salute.
Kragt’s whiskers twitched and his tail spiked in a rather unbecoming matter as a slightly stronger draft chilled along his back. “Alright then, we cannot keep such an important guest waiting. To the front gate!” yelled the feline as he shut the tome in his hands and began marching towards work. For it seems a special breeze was indeed in the halls of Holystrike.
|
|
|
Post by Piper Egami on May 20, 2009 14:09:29 GMT -5
Holystrike was grand. It always had been. Piper had fond memories of accompanying her dear friend, Aurora, here, to speak with Jet Prower. It seemed to have been so long ago, but she knew that it hadn't been all that long. But so many things had happened and changed. Piper knew very little about the new Fist of Holystrike, except that he was a cat and seemed refined, though she'd never met him. He probably never got cited for improper dress.
Piper stood in the main hallway, a bundle of manila folders in her left hand. She saw him then, Joab Leebrial. Of course, he went by "Kragt".
"Hey." Piper said informally with a wave. But she didn't smile - her brows were tilted seriously downward, though not in an angry way. "Piper Egami." She hesitantly began to extend her right hand, but pulled back to switch to her left, paper also juggled around.
"Just got a visit from a GTC emissary. It isn't good." she said, moving straight to the point. "Take a look." Piper held out the folder. "Someone - the GTC - has set up an ammo dump near the slums. Obviously bait. The gangs won't be able to resist getting their hands on it, and they're hoping we'll catch them when they try. The semantics are all in the folder. Maps, numbers, everything. Except how they expect us to pull this off."
Piper rand her organic hand through her chocolate hair and puffed out a sigh. "It seems like they expected it to be a Silencer's only operation, but we can't do it alone. Got anyone to spare? This may suck, but either way, we can't leave that ammo depot undefended."
|
|
Kragt
Proletariat
Posts: 84
|
Post by Kragt on May 21, 2009 18:41:18 GMT -5
Kragt gave a good look at the fellow feline in front of him, spotted with dark brown hair. The Fist of Holystrike’s focus observed the females facial features, noting the lack of whiskers on her browned cheeks. A shining flash caught the feline’s observation, perhaps started by a coin or a well waxed floor; the shine forced his attention to a mechanized arm. Her outstretched parts of metal were captivating in a way to the mindset of Kragt. For what seemed like several minutes Kragt stood and pondered the workings of a mechanized arm, only snapping away from this focus when the sparkling icon moved. The whiskers on Joab’s face twitched and his senses focused on the overall person standing in front of him.
“You’re taller than me…” Kragt mumbled out with a disappointed groan, standing himself in position of attention to help dissipate the height difference between them. The feline moved a much brighter smile onto his face at her as she introduced herself.
“Please to acquire your acquaintance Piper Egami. I am Joab Leebrial, though I respond faster to Kragt.” He grasped her outstretched hand with his own, awkwardly attempting a left hander handshake. Of course now that the introductions were concluded, it was time to do some business.
Kragt’s paw extended to accept the folders from Piper and he gave a swift look at its contents. A smile crept onto his face from having official purpose to read something. His eyes scanned over the papers, reading over the minute details and depictions of different ammunition. Absently Kragt began walking past Piper out of the halls of Holystrike. “Let’s go, I’ll grab some guys to cover gaps. You taking your ride or will you give me more details on the trip there?” The feline raised his hand behind from behind him, brushing up his hair a bit, to give a quick signal to the bobcat at the back of himself.
Kragt started a swift march the precise moment outside air brushed against his fur. The Fist of Holystrike began barking orders, “We’re moving out! Biggs, Wedge, drive the car! I want us at the slums two hours ago! We are on official GTC duty now! Now let us ride!”
|
|
|
Post by Piper Egami on May 29, 2009 21:40:06 GMT -5
Piper smiled inwardly as the duo of Fists began to move, amused at the height comment. Bobcats weren't typically tall, or even average, in their stature. One bullet dodged. She did hate to deflate Joab in that way, but it was still kind of funny.
"I'm more used to mine," Piper commented, as she was very fond of her motorcycle. She'd learned how to maneuver it around potholes and cliffs and cracks, and most anything, actually. Which was important in Neo-Tokyo. "And I don't know much else."
The bobcat frowned sharply and followed Kragt, heading for the front door. Joab might have another destination for his vehicle, but it wouldn't be too hard to find him again. Not many vehicles worked well - or discreetly enough - anymore. Outside, Piper swung her athletic leg over her machine, secretly loving the feel of the leather and metal through her jeans. She opened a panel on the top of her right arm. A GPS of sorts, though satellites didn't work particularly well these days. Piper punched in the address, affirmed it with a nod, and started her engine.
Roll out.
Piper burst forward with unexpected speed. She needed to lead the way - so she circled the perimeter of Holystrike's headquarters until she found the garage, which was winding open. Silencer's Wind's Fist didn't wait. She opened up the throttle and sped past Kragt's vehicle as it left it's parking space. There was no time to waste.
|
|