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Kit Killovarras	After a night to remember, between emotional conversation and dozens of cats!! There's a bit of a lull in excitement for a while. Some might have classes, some might have stuff to do, but eventually the day would fade back towards sunset and only a little while before that sun starts to set? The mischief can begin! The aardwolf would have been gone from the school before anyone would have recognized he was even awake, giving the illusion that the lazy creature may have simply snoozed his saturday away. But then, messages are sent to various friends, no text beyond geocached locations and a picture of a blanket, a couple lanterns and a few odds and bobs in a strange wire basket.. The hunt is afoot, fairly literally: A close inspection of the picture would reveal a fuzzy paw that has been accidentally(?) left in frame.
Jax	Had there been questions about the school being invaded by fifty or so cats? Yes, yes there had been. Had anyone thought to connect this strange occurrence to Jax? Yes, yes they had. Did anyone manage to grab the cat mutant before questions could be asked? No, they had not. Given the day, Jax had found it prudent to take the Jeep for a test drive early in the morning. Really, really early in the morning.     It is probably entirely coincidence that half a dozen very well fed cats are still hanging around the school...     A day of shenaniganery, and then suddenly a text! What ho? A mystery! Splendid!     It is, probably, not as much fun to solve geocaching puzzles by using a satnav system and smartphone maps, but yet... there he is, in Apple park, dressed for the season in colors that only mildly grab attention, steadily trekking his way through the grass towards the rendezvous point.
Shannon	Oh, indeed, questions were asked about the explosion in the feline population around the mansion. And those questions were asked of the one student that remained on the grounds. But did she offer up her comrades on the sacrificial altar of the impromptu Inquisition?      No.      One might even say the cat had got her tongue.      When Shannon received the same text message, she wrinkled her nose, recognizing the paw caught within the image. The nature of the items within the basket, too, was not entirely clear. Could this betoken trouble? Indeed, it could. It was trouble, then, she prepared for, securing her collapsible bow upon her person, making certain her quiver was strapped to her leg and full, her collapsible bo staff in its spring-loaded forearm holder tucked away beneath the arm of her tunic sweater, and a full medkit slung over one shoulder.      It might very well be that she would need none of these things, as she made her trek into the park. A day like that would be a blessing.      But something told her this might not be one of those days....
Kit Killovarras	It might be fairly evident even before their arrival what has happened here, off in a somewhat secluded section of the park with lots of trees and a somewhat decent view, where a massive blanket has been set out with a lantern near the edges of it, both to keep it down and maybe to provide light later on. A wire basket rests in the center of the blanket made for a family, surrounded by various bowls and trays of blatantly steaming treats, from rice and various shades of what looks like curry, to roasted meats and grilled veggies and even a tray of turkish delights in an array of flavors and colors! The smells all mingle, wafting through the air. Somewhere near the blanket, far enough away that there's no danger of ignition but close enough to be useful are a collapsible table with a portable cook top and a camping stove with a yeen finishing up the last few touches on another addition to the meal thats already set out, humming to himself rather quietly.
Jax	At a certain distance, the map is no longer necessary. The smell alone is guiding Jax to his destination, more surely than any kind of modern technology based on mathematical wizardry possibly could. The feline nose is an instrument of precision food finding, honed over centuries, with a range normally incomprehensible to humans. And thus, Jax arrives at the picnic site, grinning.     "I see how it is. Death by food? Challenge accepted!"
Shannon	Ask, and ye shall receive.      It seemed Shannon's wish for the lack of trouble was granted, and the worst she would have to deal with would be a little bit of egg on the face for being overly prepared. Chortling to herself, she followed her nose as well, slipping through the trees to the lesser-used corner of the park, where delectable delights and savory snacks awaited.      "Oh, wow. Perfect timing, too... long afternoon in the Wellness Office, time to fuel up! This smells like a feast fit for the gods!"
Kit Killovarras	HAZAH! The plan has been discovered at the perfect time and Kit walks over towards the two, offering the two a hug in greeting as they arrive! (spoon that he was fluffing the rice with still in hand like a derp!) "Hey Shannon, Hey Kitten," Yes, those are his greetings, "Glad you guys made it. I was starting to wonder if the invite was too cryptic.." Then he pauses, studying Shannon for a moment before he adds, "Might have been too cryptic.." with a playful little grin, then starts back over towards the pot if rice he'd been finishing up, knuckling open the camping stove beside it to reveal a nicely cooked slab of what looks like salmon. "Figured everyone could use a feast and a quiet place to hang out after last night." It's worth noting that the Aardwolf is in the same outfit he was yesterday, which means no super baggy cloths and no hiding what he looks like. The only difference between when he was in the mansion compared to now? A burnt-orange colored scarf that looks to be hand made.
Jax	"Hey pup!" is Jax's retort with a smile, as he hugs Kit. He even has a quick, soft purr for the Aardwolf... hmmm. That might just be the food, but...     Without further explanation, he sits down on the blanket, somehow contriving to take up more space than he absolutely needs while still sitting cross-legged. It... must be a cat thing. The change in outfit is noted, or more accurately the change in general style of outfit. Noted, filed away, but not commented on right now. "Probably for the best too. Not much left in the kitchen..." Hmm. Wonder how /that/ happened?
Shannon	"Pup? Kitten?" Shannon's brows lofted, and she just grins at the pair. It wasn't very difficult to put two and two together to come up with four there! She, too, hugs them each in turn, before turning towards Kit, setting her medkit down on the blanket to leave her hands free.      "Yeah, maybe a little cryptic on the message, but better safe than sorry. Do you need help with any of that prep work, or just in the eating of all those... heavenly... foods...." Dabbing quickly at the corners of her mouth, she grins a bit sheepishly. "Hopefully termite-free?"
Kit Killovarras	"Only thing with bugs in it is the black Saag," Kit says as he wills the pot to levitate, moving it over to the blanket as he shakes his head. "And all the work's done, that was sort of the point of getting an early start on it." he says with a playful grin, grabbing a pair of plates to hand to the others as he finds himself a place on the blanket. The questioning of pet-names just gets an "Mhmm." as the tray of salmon levitates over, settling on the top of the wire basket, letting ht cool a little in the evening air. "And yeah, given the last time you followed me out at night, I can't really blame you for wanting to be prepared." Jax's comment about there not being much in the kitchen gets a chuckle and a glance, "I'm actually glad I didn't buy the supplies for this last night like I had originally planned." he says with a laugh and a shake of his head.
Jax	Levitating trays, an angel with a bow, a giant cat and a talking aardwolf... it's a mutant picnic alright. Anyone drawing a picture of this has the making of a new iconic short story, and possibly the start of a new urban legend. For his part, Jax ignores the comment on the nicknames with, perhaps, just a smidgen of a blush to his ears. Instead, he does what he usually does best. He listens.     And while helping himself to some of the preliminary snackage, asks the question that is pitched as innocently as it could be, metaphorically strolling past with its hands in its pockets. "Oh? What happened last time?"
Shannon	Shannon just shakes her head in reply to Jax, smiling. "Sorry. Medic-patient confidentiality. It's really more his story to tell, anyways." Ready or not, too hot or not, she can't resist reaching for the dish of salmon, plucking a still-sizzling piece off between her fingers. She winds up tossing it back and forth between her hands until it's cool enough to eat, which she does in short order.      "Oh, wow. WOW. This is really seriously good!"      Change of subject much, anyone?
Kit Killovarras	Theres a snerk at the 'medic patient confidentiality' comment and Kit just shakes his head, dishing himself up some of the aforementioned Saag atop a bed of rice. Probably to Shannon's relief, the bugs in it aren't actually visible either, but he did say they WERE in it. "Speaking of which, you should be really proud of that one." he says with a glance to Shannon and a little smile. "The bullet didn't even leave a scare. If I'd taken it our myself I probably wouldn't have been as lucky." All of that said far too casually for someone talking about having been shot. Jax gets a little glance and a shrug as he gives a simple, "Took down a group of arms dealers in the park a few weeks back." he says between bites, omnomnomming some of his own food before he inevitably gets chewed on. "Small-time guys, usually work with the local street gangs. They were selling a small arsenal to some rich dude." again, he's probably saying this far too casually and far too calmly, but oh well. While the group enjoys the meal though, something lurks, watching them from somewhere unseen... There's no scent to identify it, no sound to be made when it moves and no sign that it's there beyond the nagging feeling that something might be watching.
Jax	Ooh, food! If there's one thing that can grab his attention away from prying questions, or really, anything at all... it's food. So Jax is reaching over to the salmon, when the truth comes out.     Arms dealers? Small-time, selling a small arsenal... an /arsenal/?! The bullet didn't even leave a scar?!     The smile doesn't fade, oh no. If anything, it widens. But the ears rotate and slowly begin to slick backwards, while Jax casually picks up some salmon, stretching his fingers out at the last moment... grabbing the salmon with three incredibly sharp claws. Still smiling, he looks straight at Kit when he starts to eat. Perhaps a bit too much emphasis on sharp teeth there, but...     The fur on the back of his neck is slowly rising.
Shannon	"Hey now," Shannon tried to protest, holding up hands slick with the juices from the pristinely grilled pieces of pescatarian perfection. "What are you talking about? I just helped things along after removing the bullet." Protests aside, she returns to her fishy feast, quite obviously relishing the pink-fleshed, flaky delight. Her cheeks are, though, more than a little bit rosy, plus her wings flare out behind her almost like... well, like a peacock's tail, ruffled with a hint of pride.      But pride goeth before a fall....
Kit Killovarras	Kit takes a moment to enjoy some of his food, staring at the feline who is now glaring at him with a smile,l pointy things and fur slowly raising. After a moment he just quirks a brow and asks, "What? I'm going to have to deal with worse in my life than some halfwit thugs with guns.." though his ears do fold back ever so slightly. Then he gives a sigh and his smile fades a bit as he sets his plate down, explaining, "I don't know if you two are going to fully understand this, but I don't get the luxury of a peaceful life.. I needed to find ways to improve what power I have and with the fact that /someone/ decided to take every piece of arcane text out of the mansion, I didn't have any other option beyond practical application of what I know.." His tail flicks a little as he looks down, one hand fidgeting ever so slightly with his other wrist as he continues. "Magi don't get to be athletes, or doctors, or social workers.. We don't get to lead normal lives, we constantly have to deal with things that most people couldn't even begin to comprehend, from nameless ancient gods, archdemons to warlords from across the multiverse.. Not to mention Mage Hun--" Perfect timing! The yeen suddenly goes ridged, snaps backwards and hits the ground, being dragged quickly towards a nearby tree as he grabs at SOMETHING around his neck! There's a glint of silver along the path he's traveling, leading from somewhere up in the tree to just beneath his chin, but how it got there is anyone's guess!
Jax	It looks like Jax is ready argue. Loudly. But then his friend is suddenly dragged away by the neck by... something?!     The change from Jax at rest to Jax pouncing is so quick that a blink would miss it. His food is long gone, still sailing away in an arc over his shoulder, and before the salmon has hit the ground, the cat mutant has leapt the distance to Kit, rolled a few meters ahead, and slashed at the silver thing that appears to be attaching Kit to someone up in the tree. It's a decent slash, an instinctive slash, a slash that rips at the ground as much as the silver cord thing.     And aside from the salmon hitting the ground with a *splat*, it had been entirely silent.
Shannon	Shannon's smile turns grim as she listens to Kit, nodding quietly. "You have no idea how many times I had it out with teachers over very similar matters regarding my gift," she replies. "By its nature, the only way for me to learn how to control it is to apply it, yet in the form it took, that would put me in danger. It was a very nasty Catch-22 situation, and until Dr. McCoy actually stepped up to help me sort things out, I was having to bullnose my way onto missions with the A-team, and into training with them, regardless of being part of the student team. I'm not going to have the luxury of sitting back on my rump, either, but you know what? That's my choice. Sure, I have my music career, but I was given this gift for a reason, and damned if I'm not going to put it to use helping others. So trust me, Kit. I get it. There are many, many ways to be a hero, and to help others out with the gifts we have."      She nibbles a little more on the salmon in her hand, finishing off that delightful tidbit of seafood with a satisfied sigh. "I've dealt with gods and kings, survived healing what should have killed a god, and been off-world a couple times for my trouble. I'll always be keeping my eyes open, too. Just so you know it, you're not alone here." Canting her head to one side, she purses her lips for a moment. "You know, have you thought about possibly asking Poseidon about learning about your gifts? Either that, or if one of the teachers just won't help you, I'd go over her head and talk to miss Grey or the Professor about possibly working with Doctor Strange...."      In that moment, all hell breaks loose. Kit is jerked back by a silver garrote wire around his neck, Jax is pouncing to save him, and Shannon is on her feet. She straightens her right arm out and gives a little flick. A short, silvery rod shoots into her hand, which extends on either end with a flick of her thumb into a bo staff. Her eyes are scanning the trees and bushes immediately surrounding, her stance ready to fight--and the medkit close by.
Kit Killovarras	When the silver chain snaps, a soft clack can be heard against the wood of a tree, somewhere up in the branches and Kit immediately leaps to his feet towards Jax. It takes a little less than the blink of an eye for the little orb to appear where Kit's head had been, a little more for it to expand and then? BOOM! A shockwave of green energy pulses from it. With the aardwolf right in front of him, Jax would be able to see the effect of what creating a barrier big enough to shield them does to him. Every muscle in his body visible tightens, some of them even to the point of obvious injury when the shockwave hits. Up in the trees, the faintest glimmer of light forms and vanishes, thin wisps of energy trailing to the ground right in front of Jax and Kit, forming into the shape of a man. He's wrapped in silk robes and tactical armor, modern meeting well with ancient attire and in his right hand is a Khopesh - An egyptian sword that works far more like an axe with how it's designed and this one complete with a barbed hook at the end. In his left, a large steel ring adorned with what look like ornate coins, each one having a different arcane symbol on it. He stands just a hair over six feet and his head is obscured by a raised hood.
Jax	Slash! Chain goes snap, that's the end of that! Hah, victo- Uhoh.     It's a good thing Jax is pretty quick on the uptake when he needs to be, but he still had no way of reacting to what seems to be some kind of magical bomb. An unholy hand grenade? Eyes wide, the cat mutant can't do much else but look at it, look at the energy passing by, looking at what Kit is doing.     Blink.     Oooh, what is that sudden feeling? He knows anger, he's been angry before, it's rare but it happens. This feels kind of like anger, but hotter. Deeper. It's an odd feeling, kind of shock, nerves and stage fright all rolled into one, but overlaid with this spike of adrenaline that's making the blood throb in his ears. He can't see it himself, his vision narrowing to a strangely clear tunnel focused on that figure ahead, but his fur is standing on end. Hackles raised, tail fluffed out, ears folded fully back. Is that a growl? It sounds like the kind of low growl you get just before a really, really angry cat...     POUNCE!     Blink and you'll miss it.
Shannon	Shannon knew when to step out of the way. This was one of those moments. In one smooth motion, she twirled out of Jax's path, clearing the way for the raging mountain lion within to come out and play. At the same time, she swings her bo staff around at oh, say, around neck level, aiming squarely at the mage hunter.      A mage hunter who was, hopefully, distracted by the incoming feline ball of fury aimed right at his center mass....      ...and not paying attention to an equally nasty attack aimed at his head and neck.
Kit Killovarras	It's the faintest sound of a click that heralds it, a tiny twitch from his left hand and one of those coins disappears from the ring. The moment the metal falls to dust, what once was a man is now a statue made out of jagged shards of whisper thin crystals! Jax, mid tackle as he is, wouldn't have much time, if any to stop before slamming into the statue center-mass. Shannon's strike would connect clean with the statue as well, severing the head of the figure and causing it to crumble, slinging shards of razor sharp crystal along the follow-through arch... Strait towards the Aardwolf! And where is the Mage Hunter in all of this? Why, several feet from all three of them, his presence heralded by another jingle and another coin disappearing from that ring as he swings his sword, sending a lash of flames careening towards the yeen! Another shield, another sudden impact and this one sends Kit slamming into the tree behind him. His shield flickers for a moment before he finally lets it down, panting heavily as he snaps, "Sorcerer! The coins are how he's casting!"
Jax	There are no brakes on the Jax pounce. Once en route, it's too late to do anything, because no part of the cat mutant is in contact with the ground, and momentum rules supreme. Luckily he doesn't have much time to register that this isn't going to end well before he slams full speed into what turns out to be sharp shards of crystal, which soon after become a shredding hailstorm of sharp crystals as momentum, still in the driver's seat, carries Jax through the statue and forcing him to land a few feet away.     Well, land... sprawl.     Well, sprawl... more like flump.     There is a yowling hiss as Jax stands, urgently brushing at his face, trying to get the sharp crystals away from his eyes. Fairly nasty cuts have appeared on most of his exposed fur, and even his comfortable hoodie has been shredded. His right ear has a gash across the center from which beads of blood are pooling down the back of his head and soaking into the cut remnants of his hoodie.     If you thought he was angry before...     Seeing the flaming lash, Jax begins to stalk towards this attacker, perhaps all the more terrifying for doing so in complete silence.
Shannon	"Merde!"      There was no time to help Jax. He was up on his feet, at least. Perhaps a little worse for the wear, but clearly alive and well enough to attack again.      But so was she.      Reaching for her bow next, she flicks a control on the grip, and the ends snap out, the bow strung and ready to go. In one smooth motion, she whirls towards the sound of jingling coins, reaching for an arrow from the quiver strapped to her leg, nocking it, and taking aim.      In that moment, time seemed to stand still for her, as she was back on a tenement rooftop, taking aim when she had no idea if she could hit her target to begin with. "We're not aiming at China," she mutters to herself, somehow managing to remain steady.      The string is drawn back, the arrow aimed, and then....      ...released, sent speeding on its way towards its target, the ring of coins in the mage hunter's hand.      But would it hit?
Kit Killovarras	An arrow striking a coin, that's all it takes.. An arrow clips the edge of a coin enough to nick it and suddenly? Suddenly there's a look of panick and a flash and a DEAFENING boom! The air is filled with bolts of black energy and smoke, the air suddenly heavy with the smell of blood and then? Then a ring of black flames forms where the Mage Hunter was standing and the glint of a mirror forms for a split second before it's gone. When the smoke clears, all that's left is a Khopesh, edge embedded in the ground with the bloody, mangled and burnt form of what was once a human arm, blown off near the elbow still clinging to the hilt. Kit finally relaxes, his body going limp as he falls to sit against the trunk of the tree, panting heavily. There are lines of blood starting to slowly form in his tunic and along his trousers, but he doesn't seem to acknowledge the pain. Instead, he simply coughs and clears his throat a little, adjusting from the momentary strangulation earlier as he mutters, "Like I said.. I don't get the luxury of a peaceful life.." with his ears folding back and to the sides.
Jax	From way downtown, all the way from left field, there comes the arrow! Whoosh.     It's one thing to stalk in anger, quite another to stalk towards what was, for a brief moment, the nexus of several conflicting forms of magic at full power. Jax halts in mid stalk, standing up, blinking, ears slowly folding back upwards. And then there's nothing but silence and the smell of something delicious.     He'd dropped his salmon earlier, drat.     And in that odd moment of realisation, that really strange point where reality is all things at the same time, Jax remembers something. Something really, really important.     He almost seems to pounce sideways, before turning it into a dash over towards Kit. "PUUUUUUUUUP!" He even skids to a halt next to the Aardwolf and, being entirely unskilled in first aid and with no idea of what to do, starts to ineffectually pat Kit, looking for wounds. Of course, his own paw pads are cut up and bleeding, so he's probably leaving more of his own blood on Kit's clothes than finding any actual wounds, but...     Worried cat!
Shannon	For a brief moment, all was chaos, deafening explosions, and then silence. There was an arm on the ground, with ragged ribbons of flesh clinging to shattered bits of bone, lifeless fingers curled around the grip of a khopesh. It oozed gore and blood, and seemed an odd parody of a well-known scene from a galaxy far, far away.      All that was needed now was the cry of 'no blasters!', and the classic jazzy theme tune known so well to so many, to complete the oddity in the park.      Even Shannon looked a little pale, looking at the severed arm holding onto its weapon, a final command from an owner no longer present--or possibly even alive.      "Sorry about the blanket, Kit," is all she manages to murmur, after seeing both him and Jax on their feet. They'd be okay, but could do with a visit to the medbay, pronto. For the moment, she reaches for the picnic blanket, using it to cover and wrap up the severed arm, almost retching in disgust as she picks the thing up. "Let's get the fuck out of here and get home," she mutters. "Get you two into medical, and this thing as well. See what Dr. McCoy can make of it."
Askante	There is no great ceremony to an unexpected and supernatural arrival. A terrible thing just occurred and in the night, remains mostly hidden. Further in the dark, shadow coalesces and becomes solid, sentient and with form. Perhaps, just perhaps, others in the vicinity will observe that the air got a bit chillier, but in november that isn't saying much. However, one thing that is less normal and more extraordinary is the fact that in the wake of what transpired here, the 'veil' is not in place. Or if it is, it's very loosely there. When there's but a handful of witnesses and human minds do not alter what is seen, Askante appears exactly as described. And it does so on all sixes, scurrying from a tree to the ground and along it insectile, only raising up onto two hind legs when closer to the scene. The aftermath might be delicious, but the current is just pause-inducing.     Intrusion can always be a little risky. "Well, apparently whatever happened here, the purpetrator is 'armless, as the english people would say. That joke doesn't work. Sorry. I am still learning. That is an egyptian sacred guard sword." It nods toward the khopesh. "And... I am unknown to some parties. THis is going to be interesting. Hello miss Shannon."
Kit Killovarras	Kit's immediate response to the patting of feline paws and the sudden panic is to wrap his arms around Jax as well as he can, nuzzling gently into his neck as he murmurs, "It's fine, Kitten.. I'll be alright.." through another cough. When Askante arrives, Kit's eyes flick their way and a little chuckle leaves him as his ears perk forward a little and he actually asks, "How bright was the beacon...?" with a strange sort of curiosity. He doesn't seem phased by the creatures visage, on the contrary, he seems almost happy to see them. Shannon gets a glance and a quirk of a brow as he notices her collecting the arm, giving a little frown as he finally moves to try to stand up. His entire body is shaking and the more he tries to move, the worse it ends up getting, right up until the point that he just stops trying and slumps again. "Don't worry about the blanket.. Make sure you grab the sword.." Then he holds out a hand, motioning a few signs in the air which causes several runes to suddenly shimmer across the blade. "That thing needs to be melted down.."
Jax	And there is the hug. Jax wraps his arms around Kit and doesn't let go. Nope. Not letting go.     This has the positive effect that, when the aardwolf starts to run out of steam, there is a pair of arms to hold him up. But that simply won't do. And with a sudden shift of balance and a change of grip, Jax picks up Kit and carries him in his arms. Glaring, yes, /glaring/ at Askante.     "If you've come here to hurt him, you're... ehmm... " Going to have to fight me? Nope. Nope, Nope, Nope. Have to go through me? Like wet tissue paper, that doesn't work either. Ah! "... you're going to have to run faster than me!" There! A solid promise he can actually keep.     Yes, Jax is preparing for the two hundred yard 'Nope!' dash, carrying Kit. Preparing... still here for now.
Shannon	Nodding once, Shannon lets out a sigh. "Agreed, Kit. But let's deal with this at home. I'd rather it be there, than deal with questions from the authorities right now. There's no way they can have missed that explosion, so we may not have much time." To Kit and Jax both, she smiles just a little bit, canting her head. "Both of you, take it easy. If Askante was going to hurt us, he could have and would have already done so."      For a moment, she looked as tired as she ever has, but there was no time to rest. Not yet. There was still too much to do, too many things to take care of. Smiling a little bit at Askante, she inclines her head. "Good to see you again. We've kind of got our hands full here. So much for a normal picnic out with friends, huh?"
Askante	"As bright as the torch of the fullest sun, my strange friend," says Askante, looking from the Yeen that spoke to the Cat that glares. "Son of Bastet, if I meant harm..." and then the winged one goes and extrapolates information in a sensible manner and all it can say is "...what she said." "Shadow of Yahweh, let me help..." It strides forth, mutters words in an extremely ancient tongue and reaches to take the bundle of picnic blanket OF DOOM. There's a flare of purplish light and then a lot of the smell of burned scales, regardless of whether it is surrendered or not. "Things rarely go according to their designs. Something about the ultimate creators, sent their creations into a spiral of a law of inconstancy. I will never work that out, but it appears to be a cosmic truth. Son of Bastet, get the son of Set out of here, with she of yahweh's shadow. I will clean things up. But you cannot outrun me, I will find you again. He is as bright as the sun at noon." Noding to Kit, there is a 'Pause' "As has been noted."
Kit Killovarras	Aaaand, then he's being picked up.. Blushy Yeen! He does manage a little chuckle though. "It's ok.. They're a friend." he explains in reference to Askante. And yes, that terrifying looking thing that looks a little like something you'd see in a nightmare? The aardwolf is saying that is a friend.. Didn't he say earlier that he didn't have the luxury of a normal life? Shannons comment about the authorities gets a little laugh and his ears roll back a little as he adds, "Yeah.. Especially since I probably still have a warrant out for my arrest.." again, far too casually and calmly to ignore! But perhaps that'll get more attention later and less now? "We'll have to try the picnic again some time down the line.. One of these days we'll get the recipe right, this one just needed less assassins." Askante's response to his question gets a little laugh and a nod. "Figured as much. Like I told you, I don't fear for myself.." Then he lets that thought just sort of hang there as he offers a little shrug. "But every day I'm given new reasons to fear for these two.." he adds with a little grin. Yes, he's the one having to be carried, but HE'S the one who fears for THEIR safety?
Jax	"I'd be a bit more worried about your own safety, pup." Jax grins at Kit in his arms. Yeah, arrest warrant? Bullets that leave no scars? Small time arms dealers that deal in entire arsenals? He hasn't forgotten. Probably won't forget for a while.     And probably, there will be words, later. Much, much later.     "Less assassins, more non-assassins." And here Jax grins up towards Askante. "Maybe you can join us next time for the food bit, and not just the cleaning up the crime scene bit?" Ah, inviting people to join in on social occasions. Son of Bastet indeed...     Then his ears swivel quickly, and his head turns to follow moments later. Swivels nigh on 180 degrees, even. Because cat.     "I think I can hear sirens. We gotta go!"     And go he does. At speed.
Shannon	Shannon has about a heartbeat's warning before she lets go of her grisly payload, the blanket, arm, and khopesh now in Askante's care. "Thank you," she murmurs. "Nasty business, that." However, she does smile a little bit, looking between all three of them, and actually laughs. "Son of Bastet? Son of Set? Shadow of Yahweh? Those are... actually very poetic. Very beautiful."      At least something good came of the evening.      If Jax heard sirens though, then they didn't have much time. She grimaces, her wings flaring out as she prepares to take to the air. "Take a roundabout route back home, you two. We'll meet up in the wellness office, got it? I'll round up Dr. McCoy ASAP."
Askante	"Ahh! The sharing of food. I have that one down perfectly. People have been doing that for millenia. Yes, I would like to share food, particularly the hot dogs and things that make them very hot, beyond heat. Yesyesyes," it looks at Shannon for a moment, then grins with a full set of white teeth, smacking the inside of its coat to get arms to behave themselves. "It is truth. I find that there is often poetry in truth." It offers that, then looks at the distant sing of sirens. "You are all going to a place that you know, but that I do not. Son of Set, you know my name and if you have need can call on me. If you wish it, call and I can meet you. I cannot go where I do not know the way." And then, abruptly, it vanishes into shadow, a literal implosion followed by an explosion of what look to the mind's eye, like creepy crawly insects in negative space upon the surface of the eye. Irregardless, it is gone.