Hlaoroo wrote:Scotty grins as his chair rolls forward a couple of inches under the force of the pat. He waves goodbye to Mitch, Val and Bel and hello to his owner.
"What did Mitch say?" he writes to Jason, "I don't know sign language." The cat looks apologetic.
Something about official preparations, prenuptials, meeting and the such..." the man answered
"Ah, I see. Call me Frances. Ma'am is my grandmo-" Frances pauses to smother a yawn. "Grandmother. Sorry, I haven't had my coffee this morning. I need to go to the store at some stage to buy some. We only moved in yesterday so I can't offer you anything other than water, sorry. But I can make it any temperature you like." she grins, shaking Jason's hand warmly.
And to the woman, grinning,
"No worries about that, hold it a sec," he lifted his head and shouted,
"JIMBO! Coffe for the lady now!"
A moment later, the head of a young asian man, black short hair, thin eyebrows, peeked out from the stairs.
"Coming down, sensei!"
Jason nodded to his guest.
Aki Jimbo, wunderkid at his tech courses at University of Tokyo. Started working under Dr. Volken in CyberIntel Warfare division before deciding that he liked more the idea of recovering lives rather than wasting them...Ahh, now that is THE lifesaver." a thermos dropped down and into his hand. he grabbed it without even looking, as if he had done it many times already. he then passed it to Frances. "Here. Down this and you won't have to sleep for the whole day. You'll need it after all, so much excitement awaits you guys."
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xhunterko wrote:Mitch giggled. The poor wolf!
"OH you're gonna be in for a treat! Well, to show that we've come around from not being wandering about the woods anymore and actually trying to have a civilization, we need to put a best foot forward. So we want to present security, safety, and prosperity for the newcomers," Mitch said, "So we need to make a good show and we need to, well, dress well."
"We don't wear clothing all the time, since, we're an animal nation, but we ought to on special occasions like this," Mitch said, "We don't know what clothing sizes you guys are, so we need to figure that out and you guys need some time to figure out how you want to look. I hope you guys are ready to live by a schedule, heh, and at least, TRY to be complacent in it. Speaking of trying to be impressive." They were in the Leone's backyard when he stopped the group, and made a hand signal in the air. The yard was suddenly filled with pandas! One column of 5 Left Guards, marched towards the group and lined up on their right. All cloaked, hooded, armed, and armored. They stood silently, waiting for the progression. Then ANOTHER column of 5 Right Guards, marched to and lined up on their opposite side. Both elite guard units were armed similarly, with the exception of the rights having uzis and the left having rifles. NOT to mention the traditional crossbow.
As if that wasn't enough, two more columns of panda regulars came out of the woods. These were armed with just crossbows and carried packs and wore pith like helmets. These lined up next to the elites on either side. Last but not least, Anthweather and two of her assistants came from behind the house and positioned themselves at the rear. The whole group bowed to the four of them. Mitch turned to Rikki blushing.
"Not that we need it, but we do need to show a show of force," he said, "Considering the present climate and circumstances and all and. Um. Impressed? Eh heh."
Both dog and wolf nodded.
"Impressive, indeed. And well-disciplined, too..." Valiant also put a mental note to self: ask how the heck did they get customized automatic fire weapons fit for their size. Red Pandas could be recognized as a nation upon themselves, but those kind of weapons were another league. The police dog in him wanted to know more, at least to reassure himself, but he would NOT spoil the moment with an interrogation, especially not on these days, and NOT in front of everyone. Mitch was a Prince, his rank was not to be questioned!
Belisarius wagged his tail,
"You are so well-equipped! My pack would love to be part of your guard, I am sure! Oh, and we like to wear some decorative jewelry and body paint. Right, luv?"
Valiant shook himself focused on the matter at hand.
"Wut? Oh yes! I mean, I never saw myself in a suit, but if you have a better idea on our looks for the ceremonial, we will comply. As long amy wuff keeps looking hot. I don't want to see him covered head to toe in a robe."
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xhunterko wrote:The pizza diner suddenly gets a phone call.
The diner's owner sighed. "Job's calling. And when you're done, wash your paws and come get some grub." She went and picked up the phone. "Hello? how may I help you?"