RP ARCHIVE - Salty, Z, Abbey, Burrito

First Night - I The Plan

Salty:

A small group of three sat along the gutter of a building, their forms blanketed in the cover of the night's darkness. They peered down the cobblestone alley that lay before them, a corridor of black that offered no insight of what else could be approaching. Long ears atop the three's heads pricked forwards expectantly, occasionally swivelling in the direction of what could thought to be a breath or footstep. A hum of tiny feathered wings soon echoed down before drawing near, but was a sound of welcome as the three horse-like demons relaxed their tense muscles. The zebra finch that flitted down the alleyway landed on the cream coloured demon's shoulder who sat the furthest back incase his fur would catch any ray of light and reflect too obviously. The other two, a grey and a black of the same species stared at the bird expectantly.
"What news?" The grey, Sky Castles, whispered.
"Everyone is perfectly at their stations surrounding the building in advantageous positions. Nothing could go wrong." The bird softly responded, its head darting to the side to stare with one eye.
"There wasn't a single crack of a door or open gutter to squeeze through and check for traps, let alone if the crystal even exists. But. The family of humans are inside. Safely, due to the insane amount of locks."
"Once we are inside, the humans couldn't be a threat if they tried." The black demon snickered, their eyes masked behind a board of white. "I'll just go ahead and look like one of them and knock on their door, see my pretty face, welcome me in and then wham. Hoof to the face. The three of us stride in, get rid of everyone in the v-"
"Slow down, Wyatt." Sky Castles snapped bared teeth in the black's direction. "If it truly is a human only establishment, then we need a real human to open the door for us. Your eye mask is suspicious enough to not be let in."
The four of them were quiet for a moment. Sky Castles raised his head, soft grey nose sniffing the stale city air.
"Go find one, Wyatt."
Wyatt licked their lips and pulled their shoulders back to a crack. Their entire body shrank and the black fur that covered grew half an inch longer and faded to a brown. With the added details of bare skin patches down its hind legs and back, Wyatt could easily pass off as a stray cat; the eye mask betraying a full illusion. Picking its way down the gutter and landing neatly onto the cobble stone road, Wyatt set off in the direction of where the alley would lead to a main, busy road.

Z:

Along the side of said busy road walked a disheveled blonde, hardly looking towards where he walked and paying no mind to the passersby. Jaz would call his current state of being a midlife crisis if he wasn't still in his 20s, although the clock kept ticking. He involuntarily released a shaky sigh, feeling his emotions get the better of him yet again, and he wished deeply for anything to distract him from his woes.

He started to daydream about quitting his job and going on a grand search to find a unicorn or something, surely that would be more satisfying than the position he currently stood at in life.

Imagination took hold of him so tightly that he halted his pacing, zoning out completely. He was ignorant to the glances that came his way as others were forced to walked around him.

Salty:

Wyatt had come to a comfortable seated position at a window's ledge, allowing the small frame of the cat's body to be at eye level. A pink tongue poked out to lick straggly whiskers, the eyes behind the mask scanning every passerby.
"Bloody hell. Have they become endangered or something?" Frustrated with the bustling amount of any species found in an encyclopaedia but lack of a plain human, Wyatt sat back on their haunches and extended their neck to have a better viewing.
With each passing second, pressure weighed heavy upon their bony shoulders knowing that an entire operation was waiting on them.
"No. No. Nope. Eurh ew.. no.. oh!"
Brown ears pricked forwards as they finally spotted a figure who had come to an abrupt stop. Wyatt leaned forwards, darting their head slightly to the side to peer through another gap between moving figures. The human he had spotted, a young man, features certainly recognisable from bar and tavern posters boasting musical talent in which all was invited to marvel and enjoy.
"Ohh...." Wyatt said again, only slower, deeper, a grin full of tiny sharp teeth creeping across the feline face.
Wyatt dropped back down to all four paws before leaping off the window sill, landing softly onto the floor and springing up into an entire different form. The least intimidating Wyatt could muster, that being an elf with curled raven black hair resting at their shoulders. Wyatt extended their arms forwards before curling them in again, inspecting that the cloth they "wore" folded correctly to pass off as a successful illusion, their vision often flickering to the stationed human, grateful that he didn't seem to be moving. Once ready, Wyatt rubbed their tanned hands together (like a fly) and pushed passed the traffic of city folk.