Cryptids and creepies, we handle that. [Helsing-ish tech, probably gore, likely sexual themes]

@Cerebrate  
That would be nice. I assume those explosives were dealt with?

@Cerebrate  
Sticks nods, “yes ma’am! I’m gonna do my best!” Without another word, he leans his staff against the wall and flops into bed.

@Jinx  
“all disassembled and stocked away, just in case.”
 
 
@EclecticInspiration  
(weren’t you leaving?)

@Cerebrate  
(Yes. But I’m useless in our current conversation and have a good excuse to be on my phone.)  
(We can continue later)

@Cerebrate  
Good. I advise guardsmen on the bridge to prevent further issues.

@Jinx  
“i’ll tell the magistrate, but i am not their cop nor their papa.”

@Cerebrate  
I am aware. Lets get back to work.

@Jinx  
he nods to her and they turn toward the village.
 
“i’d say your first job was already exceeding expectations, so good on ya.”

@Cerebrate  
Im glad to hear that.

@Jinx  
“your mech intact? uh, aside from the flamethrower fuel line, that is.”

(OK I’m back, albeit earlier than expected. One of The Fools™ had to take his doggo to the vet. But! They still do not suspect I am a Skaven. Am the most sooperior.)

@EclecticInspiration  
(or they figure everyone at the office is a rat.)

@Cerebrate  
(I should hope not. There is no office-thing, unless my job has been disguised so well even I cannot see it, and I hope there are not Eshin spies in my company…it would not be the first time another clan has fouled-ruined a plan, yes-yes.)

@Cerebrate  
Yeah, the tank needs to be retrieved though. I ejected it when the rusalka tried getting after it.

@Jinx  
Matt: “sure, we’ll just-”
 
a boom in the distance.
 
“put that fire out and install a new one.”

@Cerebrate  
Oh boy. Whats next.

@Jinx  
“we tackle these jobs as they come in usually, that and patrol in the surrounding wildlands and bogs.”

@Cerebrate
 
(Cool. Glad it works. If you would like me to change him to anthro, I could do that.)
 
(I do work night stock so I’m not normally around during the day, mostly nights. So apologies about that.)

@Gray  
(is now when you get on? because that’s when i get off.)

@Cerebrate
 
(Usually on a bit later. I try to get as much sleep as I can.)
 
(I’ll jump into the RP when it’s a bit more convenient.)

@Gray  
(or you post when you can, sanguine is for slow posting.)

The night was late and the crescent moon was high in the sky above the Gorewood forest. Said forest lay just southeast of a small town of roughly five to six hundred residents. The town was called Grazil. It wasn’t much anything, but it was a homey place. Perfect for raising a family. Everyone knew each other, everyone was friendly, and there wasn’t much happenings in this little town… well, except for the recent kidnapping. All over the news, two children who had been playing out near the edge of the Gorewood forest went missing and after a week of searching, the parents received a strange phone call from someone wanting a ransom of ten thousand dollars for the two kids safe return. If they didn’t comply, the next time the’d see their kids were in body bags at the morgue…
 

 
June 17th, 1:06am, southern region of the Gorewood
 
A small cabin lie in the dark of the woods with dim lights coming from inside. Three individuals sit inside, huddled around a fire kept burning by tossing scraps of wood and parchment. The seemed to be talking amongst themselves about their predicament and the two children they had locked up in the basement downstairs.
 
“Wilhelm… how much longer do we need to keep these kids? They’re eating up most of our supplies…” One spoke up. A female leopard. She was wrapped in a coat and spare blankets for warmth.
 
A polar bear with snow-white fur and a scar over his left eye huffed. “Only for a few more days. That’s all those rich pricks have left before these spoiled brats turn up dead…” He grumbled as he shifted himself in his seat.
 
Off to the side, a moose morph was fiddling with his fingers as he clutched the blanket around him for warmth. “I still don’t think this was a good idea… they’re just kids and what we’ve done, well, we’re scarring these kids for life. Come on… let’s just let them go and…” He was abruptly interrupted when the polar bear, Wilhelm, growled at him.
 
“Listen here Gregory, you, as well as Sheila here, know that if we do that, these kids are gonna tell the cops where we are and then guess what?” Wilhelm growled.
 
“We gotta pick up and…”
 
“WE GOTTA PICK UP AND LEAVE… Again.” Wilhelm snapped. “And I like this little shack we’ve found. It’s homey. Better than sleeping under a goddamn bridge.”
 
Gregory, the moose, proceeded to remain silent while Sheila, the Leopard, only chuckled at him. “Gregory, grow a spine, we’re deep enough in the woods that no coppers are gonna find us and all we have to do is wait for confirmation from these rich pricks that they have our money. We take the money, they get their kids back and we go along our way.”
 
“You make it sound easier than it’s going to be…” Gregory muttered sulkily.
 
“Because it’s gonna be that easy you numbskull. Wilhelm’s plan is perfect… just trust him, you never do.” Sheila gave him a cheeky tooth filled grin.
 
“Well that’s because last time, and the time before that, Wilhelm’s plan almost got me…” Gregory whined out before he was hushed by Wilhelm.
 
Wilhelm turned his head, scanning the room with a raised paw. His ears flicked back and forth as if he was sensing something. It was obvious something wasn’t right. He pointed to Gregory and then the fire before pointing to Sheila and wagging a finger for her to follow. The two quickly obliged, Gregory putting out the fire as fast as he could while Sheila followed Wilhelm out the front door. Wilhelm reached into his coat and pulled out a small pistol before scanning the surrounding area trying to hear where the noise had come from. He knew he’d heard something even if it was faint. There was something watching them from the darkness of the wild. Sheila was close behind him, helping look for whatever had Wilhelm on edge. She approached him from behind carefully before resting her one of her clawed paws on his shoulder. “What is it?” She whispered.
 
“I don’t know… but I swear, I heard something… like a… like a twig snap.” Wilhelm whispered back as he continued to scan the area. After a few moments he turned to Sheila. “Circle the cabin… let’s meet at the back, keep your eyes peeled and shout if you see anything…” He whispered to her.
 
She’d nod and proceed to move around the left side of the cabin while Wilhelm circled the right. Inside, Gregory was shaking in his worn out boots as he looked out each window to see if he could spot anything but it was far too dark to see and he was better inside while the two of them searched. Sheila combed the left side, watching the tree line carefully before taking long looks into the woods ahead but saw nothing. She was beginning to round the house and come to the back where she would meet Wilhelm… when she heard a scream and two gunshots that rang out. She was quick to rush around and help Wilhelm but when she rounded the house, she came to a horrific sight. Wilhelm… was dead in the grass. His head was completely decapitated and lying in a heap off to the side. Sheila was about to call for Gregory before she two felt something sharp plunge through her back and out her chest. Sheila felt herself lifted up before the last thing she’d see were the razor-sharp, pearly white teeth of something beside her before they opened up and bit her head clean off.
 
Gregory heard the scream and looked out the window just in time to see Wilhelm’s body drop. Then, he heard the pained, shrill scream of Sheila and could only assume she was dead. He wasn’t having this! This wasn’t what he was signing up for! With that in mind, he grabbed what he could and ran for the door only for it to be quite literally ripped from it’s hinges and tossed to the side. Gregory stepped back in horror as the beast that had just murdered his two associates stepped in. It stood a terrifying 9 and half feet tall, with a wolf’s head. Its eyes were a burning yellow and it’s teeth were bare and soaked in fresh bood. It was snarling at him as it took one step forward, flexing it’s fingers which were each tipped with claws that looked like the could cut through a person with one easy cleave. Gregory stepped back, stuttering and shaking in fear as the beast continued forward snarling and scanning him. He fumbled through his coat for a cross and presented it to the beast. Fumbling his words, he began to pray. Pray to whatever god was listening to stop this beast and save him from this awful night. To let him leave and never look back. To have mercy on his sin-filled soul. To give him a second chance. To…
 
He was cut short when the werewolf lunged and with a deadly uppercut of it’s claws, cleaved the moose man in three from the waist up. His body hit the wall and slouched, blood pooling around it. The beast looked to door to what it assumed was the basement and after a few moments, the werewolf was gone. Leaving nothing behind but the dismembered bodies of three kidnappers.
 

 
June 17th, 3:56pm, a different cabin north-west region of the Gorewood
 
“Reports are coming in now. After an anonymous tip to Police, search parties have located the two missing children. They have been taken into custody from what police are saying was a horrific sight. It would seem that three individuals were found viciously murdered on the grounds of an abandoned cabin in the southern region of the Gorewood Forest. These individuals have since been confirmed by the children who are now in the hands of medical professionals, to be the assailants who kidnapped them only 2 weeks ago. Police are unaware of what or who could have done this and are still looking through evidence of the scene to come to a final conclusion. There are simply more questions than there are answers for investigators. This is Rebecca Pierce with…”
 
John pressed the power button on his tv before standing up from his recliner. Walking into the kitchen to prepare himself a cup of hot chocolate before returning to his chair. He set his mug down and glanced over at the side table to claim his reading glasses and book. Putting up the foot rest and placing on his glasses, he began to pick up where he left off in his novel, occasionally taking a sip of his chocolate rich beverage.
 
(Wasn’t really sure how to introduce John but I think I’ve got it. Damn, it feels good to be back.)

@Gray  
(well, guess TV’s can exist in the dieselpunk world, except of course they would be unwiledy tubes…)
 
he would hear a knock on his door though.

@Gray  
(._. That is a Big Boi™ post, sir. A real Tall Boi™)

@Cerebrate
 
(I’m sorry! I didn’t know! I can edit it… Sorry….)
 
John would close his book and with a groan stand up from recliner before making his way to the front door. Off to the side, he had his shotgun just in case but after undoing the locks on the door, he opened the door partially to peer outside at the individual knocking at his door.
 
“Can I help you?”