VKAllen

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Also how thick is the sandstorm?

@FallenTrinity

Not thick yet, but enough to cause a haze.

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Sacha will just say to Maxxy:

"I picked up new toys from the Godmother. Every good kitty deserves good toys."

@Kafka Komedy

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Sacha Fedyaev

"And here I was hoping the next time I saw you it would be just the two of us. How disappointing." A snicker of Sacha's silent purr.

@Midnight Howl "Well, come for a dinner and a night up in the Penthouse in the Hole. Who knows what stories we'll be making." He and his tigers donned their gas masks signalling their leave. "I have no interest in your negotiator, though I don't know how you'll do it in these storms but let your goons know about the deal and we'll be set." The dusty winds have developed a strong beige haze over the distance-- although the arms deal could still be seen in the distance deafened by the wind. He look to the driver's window-- surprised by the sights of another comrade's arrival looking at him with his gas mask donned but silent.

As the door's latch opened, sand immediately buffeted the car's floor. Moments before Sacha left he quickly reminded her of the driver in the trunk. "Your kitten is in the boot. Make sure you've got her gas mask ready." The tigers and Sacha quickly removed themselves from the vehicle and promptly closed the door to prevent more sand from entering the vehicle. Among the now sandy New Earlton, the black raven from Down Under arrived with his noble yet loud steed.

@Mega Birb "Goddammit Sacha, I leave to find you a fucking TV and you steal the fucking Godmother's car?" The cackling raven humourously resounded in the lynx's mind. "Alright, I'm guessing you want those gators dead, your negotiator secured, and that massive fucking weapons shipment in the back of this thing." Sacha trained his sights on the arms deal. "And based on what I just heard, you want a few of the guns from that deal?"

He returns his look back to his friendm, albeit unseen expression under that mask that suggested passive excitement. "I just want to see and take what I like. I'll let the Godmother have the rest. Gotta be polite when you ask for gifts." The bengal tigers joined him by his side.

"Either of you smoke?" The raven suggested. Sacha immediately opened his arms about the entire atmosphere, which was sand-storming.

"Afraid's not good for your lungs. 11 years clean, I might add." He gestured his farewell and calmly walked towards the arms deal-- believing that Deeandra would've taken care of her part of the deal.

@FallenTrinity@Kafka Komedy

(Go through with what you feel is necessary with the plan, but do realise that you are able to see the post below)

Treaded he did amidst the sandstorm into the deal. Alligators presumed to have stopped working and their weapons lowered as Sacha began to speak to one of the Alligators. "Godmother agreed to take what I like." He warned them. "I'll be looking into these crates and leave the one you've got there..." He pointed towards the van. "... alone." Without hesitating, he tore open one of the boxes and took a gander. His eyes looked back to see John and Maxxy in the distance and attempted to signal to them by holding his hand up-- hoping that the sandstorm wasn't a problem.

He tore open another crate... And repeated so with the third. His fingers shrilled through a few and picked up a handgun marked as HK-45. "High quality, top of the range .45 ACP handgun? Huh, no wonder she doesn't want me sniffin' her fur." He cocked the gun and checked the chamber. Fully loaded for convenience and holstered it by his side. He signaled the tigers to take a few more guns of varying sizes and after several more minutes, a total of 6 selectively picked weapons were taken. "Get back to work then." Sacha told'em before displacing himself from the arms deal-- walking towards the direction of John and Maxxy.

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@VKAllen@Midnight Howl As always, I forgot the tags. Rip me.

@Mega Birb

No worries mate. What you edited I'll try to make more sense in a moment. Pardon me for not responding to you at all.

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Lol Knowing her she probably thinks it is annoying sounding but mocks it all the same, making jokes about herself

@Midnight Howl

Done.

:D

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Sacha Fedyaev

Underneath that mask-- a smile unraveled like a freshly cut wound. To see the Godmother's own fur standing on end with teeth and claw had become part of Sacha's guilty pleasures he indulged. As her own feral instincts took hold of the handle of her pistol and emptied its clip upon impenetrable bullet-proof mobile fortress, the lynx only removed his mask and peered into her concrete rage with warm welcoming gaze. As her mouth opened, he could not hear what the Snow Leopard was speaking. His leathery gloved finger tapped upon the glass which signaled her to enter the backseat promptly.

While it was hopeful that she would oblige, as soon as she entered the backseat of the vehicle another Bengal tiger would follow suit, as an attempt to prevent her means of exit until their discussion was complete. Should it not, the hidden Bengal tiger would emerge and assist her in delivering this message, courteously.

“One shot on that trucks gas tank and we are both walking away here empty handed. What say you to cutting a deal? You always were such an intellectual man.” The leopard bidded. The lynx merely purred.

"I had hoped for a hug and a kiss on the cheek from the Godmother. Not seven .50 Cal leads inside of this ol' noggin." His voice gruffled with a slight laughter as he beated into his head with his finger. "I don't aim to steal this mobile fortress, as good as that sounds. Your kitten isn't exactly suited for covert operations you asked of her. You should be a little more considerate, like my compadres." The Bengal Tiger gave a small chuckle in agreement. "Anyway, All I ask for a little chat about what's going on in that general direction. A humble proposal, if you will."

He faced Deeandra, turning around from the driver's seat. "All I want you to do is to just let me look into those crates and take a few arms that I want. That's all. I won't take not even one crate. Just a few that I'd like from it. Once I'm done, they're all yours." He faced towards the vehicle's windshield. "What say you?" He lead himself on. "You get to keep most of your weapons, I'll drive you and your little kitten back home and maybe have some nice and private time with a cup of coffee. Otherwise..." He paused for a moment. "Maybe I'll take more than I should, just to have a closer look. Then maybe the black market. Or have someone else's bullet do the job for you."

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@Midnight Howl

goddammit lol.

Look above post

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

Correction: Marlienna is in the trunk (boot) of the car.

There's only 1 Bengal tiger in the backseat.

The other Bengal tiger is hidden until the Godmother takes the backseat (essentially surrounding her)

Sacha is on the driver's seat. (which is correct)

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@Mega Birb She doesn't even notice him atm because of everything going on lol. Vex doesn't know that. Looks like Sacha is getting two T.V.s and lots of foxy sass.@VKAllen

@Midnight Howl

Sounds like a good day!

I will be posting after I eat lunch.

And thanks for giving a direction in terms of relationship. Lol.

Now time to look inti that broken slot machine

*grumble mumble*

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I could take this two ways....the question is which do I choose.

@Midnight Howl

Which will give you the one crate? :P