*sitting in ally* So, cold

ic/Tab Rotag

*in an ally* So, cold

anyone here?

Tando pressed the earbud into his ear, trying to make out the muffled voice that came out of it. "Tando. Yo! Earth to Big T! You there?" The soft whispering through the transmitter sputtered.
"Yeah Stien. Shut it, I'm almost there. How's things on your end?" The fox spoke softly, pressing his back to the wall of the rather impressive building. His fur meshed with the brick rather well, but the green commando jumpsuit added just the right amount of discoloration...if that made any sense.
"Hah, better than your end. I get to shoot guys; what do you get? Rescue some schmuck from a businessman. What're ya gonna do? Sign a waiver?" The voice at the other end toyed with the fox.
"Remind me to knock you a new one once we get back to the HQ of this backwash town." He said quietly. His head poked around the wall he was hiding behind, looking towards the private estate. He shot around the corner with blazing speed, his boots clapping lightly on the bricks beneath his feet. He reached the door, before his hand shot to his waist. His trusty pistol resode there, hidden under a flap that made the weapon consealable.

He bothered not even to look around for spectators, as he drew the pistol from it's hoslter, and pulled the slide back, the mechanical sound of the pistol loading encouraging his next action. The voice from his transmitter piped up again. "Yo, you know the deal. No dead unless you're protecting yourself. And even then, we want to try and prevent it: No need for the account of murder on our paws, 'eh?"
"Yes! Going silent, Stien. GLTY." He said, before reaching up and turning off the transmitter. He tightened his grip on the handgun, and placed a hand on the door knob. He slowly, ever so quietly turned the doornob, before pushing the door open with equal ease, not wishing to make a sound. As soon as he had the door fully opened, he checked the doorway with militaristic precision. His boots clacked lightly on the floor, as he looked around. He would close the door with remote silence behind him, and begin to search the house....

*Tab sees Tando enter house and thinks to self* (who is that guy?)

Tab slowly approaches the door with caution as not to be seen, and silently opens door

Tab sees Tando right at the doorway and notices gun, and begins to back away slowly.

A smash straight through an old desk gave Tyro's entrance away immediately. As he picked himself up from the woodworm-riddled timber, sweeping off dust, he looked around the decrepit storeroom. His paw prints made tracks in the dust as he begins to explore. Most of it all is just vague shapes under light-grey covers. The light was falling on the landing dust. It looked like it was flowing in from the small windows near the ceiling. Tyro grips his weapon with both hands as he approaches a door in the dimness. He quickly opens it up as he pokes his head out. Up and down the corridor. No-one yet. He slowly moved out of the frame.

Tab hears a loud smash and quickly stands up from his sitting position in the ally. Tab decides to explore further and approcahes the entrance of the warehouse. He opens the door quietly and steps in. He sneezes, giving away his postition.

Anya quietly whimpered in her bed. It was late, it had to be around midnight. Mr. Jonalith had woken her up in anger. His daughter had yelled at him and so instead of hitting her, he came down to her room and took it out on Anya. She suposed she was lucky though, he hadn't raped her this time, though the beatings had been exceptional hard. Several older wounds had reopened and a large gash been opened along her thigh. Fresh tears were rolling down her cheeks, the droplets stinging in her leg as she tried to tie a makeshift bandage with little effect. Finaly she gave up and just stared out of her locked window at the moon. Wishing that she could be like the moon.

Tando moved quietly throug the mannor, before a loud crash was heard. The Fox's ears immideately began to shift, as did his weapon moved with it. The house was all quiet, untill the smashing in question. He wondered what on earth it could've been...when he heard movements upstairs. Commoner footsteps, and heavy ones- angry ones. He knew that it would be the owner of this estate. He knew that the man kept someone locked up here: One of his brothers or sisters. He knew that he had to save them...

Once the sound had receded, he would continue towards the stairs. The knife left it's sheath, came into his hand, as he slowly proceeded up the stairs, climbing them slowly, waving the Mk23 around. He reached the second floor, looking around. He needed to find the person quickly. He moved the first doorway on his right, pressing his ear to the door. Nothing. He gripped the handle, keeping both his knife and his pistol in the same hand as he slowly pushed his way into the door. He suddenly simply threw the door open, and jolted his pistol around, ready to yell 'freeze'. The study, as it seemed to be, was empty. He left the door open, and moved on to the next...same deal. He repeated this with two more doors, and got the same results.

He finally got to the last door, and knew that this either was the prisoner's room, or the man's room. Either one would've been valid. He twisted the doorknob, only to be greeted with a loud click. "Locked." Tando said quietly. "Bloo'y grand." He whispered to himself. And he didn't bring his picks. He decided that he'd have to take a gamble. His knuckles rasped the door, letting out a voice just one tone higher than a whisper. "'Ello? 'Sanyone there?" He called out, in his distinct brittish accent.

Tab quickly ran through the warehouse knowing if he stayed where he was he'd get caught. The dust was flown into the air as he ran across the corridoor, once he reached the end he saw another corridor, with a door open. Tab cautiously footed down the hallway, wondering what was the reason for the opened door. As he reached it, he saw nothing, no one was around, and the room that the door led to was simply an old storeroom. Tab sighed as he continued, walking this time, down the corridor, muttering to himself, the words coming out metailicly through his robotic voicebox.

Anya silently traced the contours of the moons craters with her mind. Believing that she and the moon were one and the same. Alone yet shining in a brilliant silver glow. Cratered and scared as it is, the object retains a sort of mysterious and wonderful beauty, as it circles it's more loved brethren of the stars.

Her thoughts were jarred by a soft yet strong knocking at her door. Followed by a thick accent that Anya had never heard before. His voice sounded somewhat annoyed yet hurried at the same time. The voice was of no one she knew, or for the matter ever overheard before. It scared her, this unknown voice. Who did it belong to? Why was here? What would he do? These questions flashed through her mind as a sort of fear settled over her. Finally, just as the voice seemed to go away, she answered. "He...hello? I'm in here, Who..... Who are you?"

Tab realized no one was around, but was suprised to find traces of fur on the floor. Picking them up among the dust, he knew they were those of a Kitsune. Tab heard human footsteps going up a corridoor, and he ran down the hall and down another, only to run into another open door, he layed among the dust covered floor for a minute, only to hear the human footsteps getting louder, and quicker, as if they were running, Tab cursed under his breath, got up and went inside the room the open door led to, busted a window open and jumped out, thankfully to find he was at the entrance to the warehouse, and he ran off to the ally he was so used to being in, near the large home Anya and Tando were in. He began singing, unknowing anyone was nearby.

(This is getting a little confusing to me. I'm going to try and sort this out if that's all right.)

Was his jaw clicking? Surely it wasn't doing that before. Its certainly sore though. Moving it can't be this bad right? He moves down the corridor as movement could be heard. Out of the way, quickly! He moves around a corner, watching intently. His hands tighten around his weapon as...wha? What the heck is that?! It's as if a crocodile got with a cat or something...But its the chunky...choaker? The metal around its neck seems capable of picking up wi-fi or maybe playing DVD's. At the sound of thundering footsteps, it slipped inside. Continuing to watch, he could see a soldier rush straight past him and the storeroom. He streaked past, jangling uniform and...white-tipped tail...

Riight....He got up to move a silently as he could behind the solider as glass was smashed. He ignored it and carried on.

It seemed that he'd landed in an apartment building. Just corridors of doors. Endless numbers. He from the cover of the corner as the soldier began to sweep the building. Tyro played this one-sided game of Grandmother's Footsteps for a little longer before he found a door to knock on. Huh, English...

Tab, as his quiet song was finished, chocked and began weeping, he hid his face in his wings and his cries came out sounding so unreal and rough, it was almost frightening. He shivered in his own pain, and decided to suffer in silence once again. He didn't move, he didn't speak. He stayed in the ally, almost as if he was frozen, or even petrified. His ears twitched once, and he slowly fell asleep.

"Oi, 'ello?" Tando said, pleasantly supprised. The feminine voice sounded scared; worried about something. "Listen, sweet'eart, I's goin' ta be alrigh'. I know tha' i's a little frightnin', but I need ya ta unlock the door." He said softly and quietly. "If there ain't a lock, tell me so, an' stand back: I'll open the door manually." He said, checking around him, keeping quiet, as if to listen for footsteps. "Keep calm, an' I can get'cha out of here..." He whispered through the door.

Wow...Tyro imagined an entire east London pub filled with these guys. A Queen Vic filled with foxes....The image was interesting, dearly wished it was true.

He contemplated the idea of walking up to the soldier, rolling it around his head. Let's see. He might be expecting people here but maybe not him. Yes, he's a fox but his second tail might raise suspicion. That one is simple actually, he'll just hide it like he'd all the rest of his fur. He's got to convince this soldier that he's not a threat. Well, that should be easy too. Keep the 'Tail' low and he shouldn't have a reason to suspect attack. Not that will be any! Just offer to help with the door.

The tall, teenage looking fox stepped out from behind the corner. He was dressed in a black shirt over a white T-shirt with black hems. Sooty black paws ended his grubby jeans. The scarlet hair on his head seemed to be trying to blind him with its length.
"Hey! Need help?" He said in his own English accent. He was careful to keep the large weapon, shaped like a fox with a large tail, at his side.

As Tando listened for a response, his focus was lost. The poor person in there was in dire need of help, he assumed, and wasn't about to leave for any reason. He closed his eyes for a minute, before his ears picked up a voice...

"Hey! Need help?"

Even with Tando's military training, he nearly jumped out of his skin. The second of shock was followed by another second of "React". Almost as fast as one could move, the furry's gloved hand shot to his waist, jerking the KaBar knife from it's sheath. As he was about to make a lunge for Tyro, he stopped; it was another furry. His eyes were adjusted to the dark- but he couldn't see in complete detail. His voice turned into a harsh whisper, deeply throatly and agressive. "Bloke, tha' 'ell you think ya doin?! I was up an' ready ta gut ya like a fish on da harbor!" He said, the knife returning to it's sheath, before he saw the other item with the fox: His weapon. The pistol in Tando's hand moved to the ready. "Listen, mate; you're unknown, armed and fer all I know yer tha' nut'r living here..." He said. "Bu' ya ain't attacked me yet, such I guess yer 'kay. Bu' keep ya bloo'y voice down! Don' wake the livin' dead!" He scolded, before turning back to the door, keeping his perifials on Tyro.

"Swee'heart, ya still there? Answer me, please..." He said again, taking his normal voice.

Tab was peacefully resting, his teary face huddled away in his wings. His mind opened into a memory, one he wished he could've forgoten. He remembered the pain of when his "mother" yanked his vocal cords right from his neck, and his scream, that brought the police in, and saved his life. He screamed while asleep, making an earpiercingly high and metalic noise through his fake voicebox. Though already asleep, his dream blacked away and he quickly woke up, sweating and breathing hard, he looked around the city from his ally, and thankfully so no one around, he sighed in relief, and passed his dream on as though it was an everyday thing.

"Ah shush yerself!" Tyro hissed back, keeping his voice low as he'd been told. Immediately, he slid to the door. His ear was pressed to it as he struggled to hear anything. A few thoughts came to mind. Most about breaking the door down. Actually...
"Why haven't you smashed this thing in?" He said, taking a step back to inspect the door. "You could probably do pretty well with those boots."

Tab was silent and quiet, and sat back down, wondering what made him remember his horrific childhood. He ever so quietly began singing again.

Tab kept singing, he knew no one could hear was outside to hear him, he was glad of that if a song ended he would move on to another song.