[ ...so Cehd'ra lingers by BEASTLAIR!, tucked mostly out of sight, but keeping an eye open for a head of white, fuzzy hair to come outside or head in. He's seen Nero around since that initial rescue, quietly noticed the addition of the distinctive leather jacket to his person as of late, and he's tried to offer a friendly word for him when he can. This still will be another favor added on, though...
Well, there's nothing else for it but to try his luck, he supposes. When he finally does spot Nero he gives his tail a friendly lift, calling out to make his presence known. ]
[Sentinel Cobalt Falcon is on his way into BEASTLAIR to report for his evening shift tonight, but he stops when he hears a familiar voice calling out to him. Turning around, he catches sight of Cehd'ra lingering nearby.]
Oh hey, Cehd'ra. Been a while! [But he remembers the friendly little... cat man just fine.] What's up? Monster problem?
[ Approaching Nero, Cehd'ra goes fishing through his deep pockets for the folded up newspaper he brought. He doesn't want to give Nero the whole story, the Symphony would frown on it and it could potentially get the guy in trouble...but Cehd'ra's also a piss poor liar. ]
...'found this, well, this... [ He holds up the etching, showing the clawmarks in all their massive glory. Cehd'ra peeks over the top of the paper at Nero. ] ...up near Cedar Grove station. Y'know what made it? Or heard aught'f any monsters up there getting riled up?
[He examines the clawmarks, wide-eyed, even going so far as to swipe his fingers along them, comparing just how big these claws would have been.]
Damn. Somebody's a big boy!
[Cedar Grove Station... not sure where that is exactly, but he doesn't need to know personally.]
We're supposed to write reports every time we deal with something big. If one of us did it, there should be something about it in the files. If you know when it was I can go check for you?
[ Cehd'ra lets out a faintly timid laugh at Nero's comment. He'd been so focused on his task that he hadn't really thought of it but yeah, a monster this big could've taken his head clean off. And Ricky supposedly fought it off alone...
Lucky thing then that it's hopefully already very dead! Surely! Cehd'ra sweeps that misgiving off his face as best he can, offering up a grateful, toothy smile. ]
That'd be grand! Happened a week past, I figure? Somewhere 'round the tenth or twelfth. [ The paper is gingerly folded back up and offered to Nero. ] Y'can borrow this if it'll help, too. You'll be doing me another big favor, Nero...
Hey, no problem. All in a days' work. [He takes the etchings and gestures towards the building behind him.] I'll go look and be right back, okay?
[He's gone about 20 minutes, then returns from within holding a photocopy of a piece of paper. He hands it to Cehd'ra along with the newspaper etching.]
Commander let me make a copy of the report. Looks like two sentries took out a Dirgerus right outside Cedar Grove Station. I haven't seen one of 'em myself yet, but they're big, nasty bastards.
[The paper is a photocopy of a duty report, signed by two BEASTFORCE sentries who claim to have killed a Dirgerus around 10:30 PM on the night of the 11th. The report mentions a civilian in the area who fled once the sentries arrived to the fight, but is otherwise fairly standard BEASTFORCE jargon describing how it went.]
[ The wait was nothing, Cehd'ra's been staked outside of places for hours in the past, though he does perk up notably when Nero returns. More so when there's a second piece of paper along with his etching. He holds out open hands, taking them with a deep bow at the waist. ]
Gods bless ya', Nero, I owe you so many drinks at this point...here, when d'you get off? I'll get these to where they need t'be an' meet you somewhere nice, eh?
Th'flatbread stuff? Yeah, 've tried it here, it's good! [ It was hard to resist the smells coming from some of those late night parlors. It had been so tasty that Cehd'ra didn't actually skip out on the check. ] Name th'place an' I'll meet y'there.
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Well, there's nothing else for it but to try his luck, he supposes. When he finally does spot Nero he gives his tail a friendly lift, calling out to make his presence known. ]
Oy! Nero! Got a tic?
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Oh hey, Cehd'ra. Been a while! [But he remembers the friendly little... cat man just fine.] What's up? Monster problem?
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[ Approaching Nero, Cehd'ra goes fishing through his deep pockets for the folded up newspaper he brought. He doesn't want to give Nero the whole story, the Symphony would frown on it and it could potentially get the guy in trouble...but Cehd'ra's also a piss poor liar. ]
...'found this, well, this... [ He holds up the etching, showing the clawmarks in all their massive glory. Cehd'ra peeks over the top of the paper at Nero. ] ...up near Cedar Grove station. Y'know what made it? Or heard aught'f any monsters up there getting riled up?
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Damn. Somebody's a big boy!
[Cedar Grove Station... not sure where that is exactly, but he doesn't need to know personally.]
We're supposed to write reports every time we deal with something big. If one of us did it, there should be something about it in the files. If you know when it was I can go check for you?
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Lucky thing then that it's hopefully already very dead! Surely! Cehd'ra sweeps that misgiving off his face as best he can, offering up a grateful, toothy smile. ]
That'd be grand! Happened a week past, I figure? Somewhere 'round the tenth or twelfth. [ The paper is gingerly folded back up and offered to Nero. ] Y'can borrow this if it'll help, too. You'll be doing me another big favor, Nero...
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[He's gone about 20 minutes, then returns from within holding a photocopy of a piece of paper. He hands it to Cehd'ra along with the newspaper etching.]
Commander let me make a copy of the report. Looks like two sentries took out a Dirgerus right outside Cedar Grove Station. I haven't seen one of 'em myself yet, but they're big, nasty bastards.
[The paper is a photocopy of a duty report, signed by two BEASTFORCE sentries who claim to have killed a Dirgerus around 10:30 PM on the night of the 11th. The report mentions a civilian in the area who fled once the sentries arrived to the fight, but is otherwise fairly standard BEASTFORCE jargon describing how it went.]
All yours, bud.
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Gods bless ya', Nero, I owe you so many drinks at this point...here, when d'you get off? I'll get these to where they need t'be an' meet you somewhere nice, eh?
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