chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

descendant-of-wyvern:

It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.

“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.

Okay. Now these guys were regretting their decision, but were cursing at themselves for not shooting these freaks earlier! The one chip was holding was unconscious and the one Brooklyn had was held tight by his tail, struggling to get out, but to no anvil. “Lex! Go check on the people inside that building a see if they are okay! Well handle this.”

The small green gargoyle nodded and went into the apartment to see if the others were okay to his relief they were. It was a late middle aged couple that were tied up in their beds as their place looked ransacked.

Broadway came down next to his red rookery brother, checking him a bit. “You alright, Brooklyn? Did you get shot?” He asked as he glared at the fallen gun and crushed it so it was unfuntional then knocked the crook unconscious.

“Yeah I’m alright you big lug. Nothing too it.” He smiled and realized that chip was here so it was now time for introductions. “Chip. This is one of my rookery brothers, Broadway.”

The thug in Chip’s grasp passed out right then, probably either from fear or the pain he felt from smacking into a wall. Setting him down on the concrete ground Chip brushed his dishevelled hair out of his eyes and turned his attention to Brooklyn. That’s when Chip noticed the newcomer. Standing next to his friend was another gargoyle. This fellow was a stark contrast to Brooklyn in appearance: he was taller, rather wide and had pale-blue skin that stood out against Brooklyn’s deep crimson. As usual Chip was a little wary when he first laid eyes on him, but eased up when Brooklyn introduced them.

“So, you one of Brooklyn’s bros, eh? Not sure exactly what else I expected.” The wolf gave a low laugh and calmly approached Broadway, holding out one hand to shake. ”The name’s Chip. I’m sure Brook’s told you all about me already.” He introduced himself in a casual, friendly manner.

The pale blue gargoyle went to shake the others hand, giving him a soft smile while also giving him a nod to knowing about Chip from Brookly. “If you were looking for someone who looked like Brooklyn in a sense you won’t find any here since we are not blood-related. hehe. Nice to meet you Chip.” The large gargoyle lets go of the hand as Lexington came gliding down towards the group. After his last encounter with people who he called friends, he was going to be a little wary around this newcomer.

“And this is Lexington. He was the one I was talking about who’s bike I messed up last time.” Brooklyn introduced the small webbed gargoyle to the word mutant. It was clear on his face he looked suspicious of the wolf man, but he wasn’t going to show any disrespect.

descendant-of-wyvern:

It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.

“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.

Okay. Now these guys were regretting their decision, but we’re cursing at themselves for not shooting these freaks earlier! The one chip was holding was unconscious and the one Brooklyn had was held tight by his tail, struggling to get out, but to no anvil. “Lex! Go check on the people inside that building a see if they are okay! Well handle this.”

The small green gargoyle nodded and went into the apartment to see if the others were okay to his relief they were. It was a late middle aged couple that were tied up in their beds as their place looked ransacked.

Broadway came down next to his red rookery brother, checking him a bit. “You alright, Brooklyn? Did you get shot?” He asked as he glared at the fallen gun and crushed it so it was unfuntional then knocked the crook unconscious.

“Yeah I’m alright you big lug. Nothing too it.” He smiled and realized that chip was here so it was now time for introductions. “Chip. This is one of my rookery brothers, Broadyway.”

descendant-of-wyvern:

It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.

“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.

They didn’t seem to budge from their spot or even placement of where the guns were being aimed at. Seemed these two feel like they got the upper hand. “Ain’t gonna happen, freak. Now your gonna step back and let us through or were gonna have to make you…”

Uh oh. It looked like the others need s distraction. Broadway and Lexington started to glide over to the scene, staying above them just as a means of a distraction as they called them out from above. This did seem to work though as both crooks looked up and shouted. “Theres more of them?!” Said one of them ad they prepared to shoot.

However, the one facing Brooklyn didn’t stand a chance because thanks to that distraction, he used his tail to wrap around the others arm and yank him to the side on the wall just to disable him temporarily.

descendant-of-wyvern:

It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.

“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.

The other human pulled the gun up on the humanoid wolf. While he trembled, he wasn’t afraid to shoot if they got any closer to them. “W,we’re not afraid to shoot you freaks if you come closer!” While this was true, they were in fact scared of the outcome in this situation.

“I’d follow my friends words if I were you. He doesn’t kid when it comes to things like this. Now put the gun and bag down, then you could go about your day…” Brooklyn took a step forward and the one with the gun pointed at the ground near his feet to shoot a warning shot.

“I said back up!” He now aimed it at Brooklyn who did stop.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

descendant-of-wyvern:

It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.

“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.

The gargoyle glided thanks to his wings and landed gently. He did the same when he glided over to the next roof and laid low as he looked down to the broken window. Seems the intruders were still inside doing whatever inside the place as quiet as possible.

“Ready? We don’t know what their holding so we’re gonna need to be cautious, alright?” He whispered to the other, waiting for the crooks to come out.

Chip kneeled down on the edge of the roof and listened with anticipation as to what the criminals would do next. With a look of determination on his face he turned to the gargoyle and nodded understandingly. “Right. Let’s try and make this quick and with as little damage as possible.” He whispered back. “You take the lead, Brook.”

In less than a minute, the two ski mask crooks came out with heavy duffle bags, carefully going down the fire escape from which they came in earlier. Brooklyn motioned the other to jump down the alleyway with him once the humans made it down there. Once they did, he landed gracefully down behind the crooks, wings folded. “I believe you have something that doesn’t belong to you….”

In no time, one of the masked humans pulled out their pistol gun at the strangers. “Come closer and I’ll shoot.”

Meanwhile, the other two rookery brothers were watching from afar, making sure that if things gwt hasty, they would jump in at a moments notice.

descendant-of-wyvern:

It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.

“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.

The gargoyle glided thanks to his wings and landed gently. He did the same when he glided over to the next roof and laid low as he looked down to the broken window. Seems the intruders were still inside doing whatever inside the place as quiet as possible.

“Ready? We don’t know what their holding so we’re gonna need to be cautious, alright?” He whispered to the other, waiting for the crooks to come out.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.

“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.

“Only seems fair I meet these brothers of yours.” Chip shrugged and climbed back onto his trusty bike. With a rev or two of the engine, he raced on after his friend, though making sure not to attract any attention from the cops this time. No way he wanted to make that three nights in a row of being spotted.

The gargoyle did take note of this and was going down the normal speed till they finally got to a neighborhood while slightly unpopulated at this time of night, there were things to come up during the night. Brooklyn motioned the other to park his bike at this alley way and cover it with either a tarp or a blanket. “This neighborhood usually has crime written on it with buglaries and mugging. No terrorist like threats around here so it’s within our zone.”

Pulling into the alley as instructed, Chip shut off his ride and reached into one of his saddlebags to pull out a tarp he kept on hand for just an occasion. Draping it over his bike his ride was now hidden within the shadows, safe from view. “Alright let’s get to busting some crime.” Said the wolf cockily while cracking his knuckles in preparation. He was ready for anything that came their way tonight.

From the distance that was maybe a few apartment buildings away, they could hear a window breaking with a few brief screams from the sleeping residents. It sounded like they were silenced the moment they were abruptly woken up by the intruders. “Looks like that is our first stop.”

Brooklyn started to climb up the wall with his claws as there would be a fire escape for the mutant to climb up onto the roof. Once on top, the gargoyle would motion chip to follow quietly to jump to the next apartment so they could get the drop on the intruders.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.

“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.

“Only seems fair I meet these brothers of yours.” Chip shrugged and climbed back onto his trusty bike. With a rev or two of the engine, he raced on after his friend, though making sure not to attract any attention from the cops this time. No way he wanted to make that three nights in a row of being spotted.

The gargoyle did take note of this and was going down the normal speed till they finally got to a neighborhood while slightly unpopulated at this time of night, there were things to come up during the night. Brooklyn motioned the other to park his bike at this alley way and cover it with either a tarp or a blanket. “This neighborhood usually has crime written on it with buglaries and mugging. No terrorist like threats around here so it’s within our zone.”

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.

“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.

“I suppose that’s also true.” Chip conceded with a nod. “Pays to be proud of your heritage.” He stood up from against the wall and removed his shades, casting his friend a smirk. “I slept great today. Gave myself a little workout after you left which tired me out enough for a good, long sleep.”

He chuckled as he then stared at the wolf man’s muscles, one again feeling them since they were in a quiet area in this part of town. “Gotta keep these muscles up or else they’d go flat. Heheh.” He stopped feeling them up.

“Wanna go beat some baddies? My clan said I have full privilege in hanging out with you as long as I still do patrol.” He crossed his arms with a grin. “In other news, they trust me with you.”

Chip welcomed the attention to his toned muscles, in fact Brooklyn was always welcome to feel his body over whenever he wished. “Heh. These guns don’t keep their shape on their own.” He boasted with a proud chuckle while pushing out his chest a little. “Sure, I’d love to help lay a smackdown on some bad guys. Know where we can find some?” He grinned, tail wagging with excitement.

He nodded and went back on his bike, starting the engine. “Follow me. There’s a few areas we could hit tonight. Might even meet up with my rookery brothers if we’re lucky.” He smirked as he started driving out of the drive way, going down the street, going slow enough for the other to catch up as well as speed off to their destination.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.

“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.

“I suppose that’s also true.” Chip conceded with a nod. “Pays to be proud of your heritage.” He stood up from against the wall and removed his shades, casting his friend a smirk. “I slept great today. Gave myself a little workout after you left which tired me out enough for a good, long sleep.”

He chuckled as he then stared at the wolf man’s muscles, one again feeling them since they were in a quiet area in this part of town. “Gotta keep these muscles up or else they’d go flat. Heheh.” He stopped feeling them up.

“Wanna go beat some baddies? My clan said I have full privilege in hanging out with you as long as I still do patrol.” He crossed his arms with a grin. “In other news, they trust me with you.”