Breland Coastal City Protector's (BCCP) Station

A station.

From here

“Wait, wait, wait,

WAIT A GODS FORSAKEN FUCKING MINUTE!

…

Start from the top and tell me why in the HELL I HAVE THAT HANGING IN ONE OF MY CELLS!”

Dangling from the single light in the prison cell is a long slender tongue knotted around the pole of the hanging light.  As we follow it down the length of the barely wet tongue we find the Fuschia Frogurai hanging from the light.  Both of his large yellow eyes rolled back toward the top of his head as his body hangs limply slowly pulling the light free of the ceiling from his dead weight.





“Seriously Sgt. Fredridson.  How in the hell did we get a pink Frog Yokai hanging from my drunk tank cell?”

“Umm we’re a little under staffed at the moment Cap.”

“Details Gerald I don’t have all day to waste with this… My office and make sure you have a full report on this.”

“Aye sir.”

After retiring to his office Captain Trevor Maazen shook his head while pouring himself a tall glass of Beijo Desert Rose Orchid Blossom Tea.  He sat back dropping two ice cubes into the tall glass turning on a soothing piece of music to settle his mind before dealing with Sgt. Gerald Fredridson’s report on the hanging frog lamp in his drunk tank cell.  Sighing he took his first sip of tea as the ice had just begun to chill the hot tea down.





Drumming his fingers between sips of tea Captain Maazen looked at a report on his desk, simply labeled subway system update.  He would have to pass that along, further up the food chain to the proper authorities of Rolan, it was not something he was prepared to deal with.  Nor was his smaller station meant for such large scale situations.  Just one more thing to sigh over he thought as he did just that.

A few moments later Sgt. Fredridson entered carrying with him a file three inches thick.  He sat it on the desk in front of his Captain.  Taking a moment to prepare himself and getting a look telling him to get on with it from Captain Maazen he stiffened his back and looked over his Captain’s head as he spoke.

“Sir, let me start by saying I never want to be called in to arrest anything like that again!

Sorry sir.  It’s just been a long night.  We have seven of our night shift crew in the hospital, in various conditions from a broken nose, to crippled and never going to walk again.  And that doesn’t account for the rest of the shift’s partols sir.

Most will be able to work tonight, but many of the ones left are in less than fit condition.  We first got reports of a disturbance at the Tonberry Club and Karaoke Bar,but it was over with long before we arrived.  Shortly afterwards we received a report about a disturbance in the Memorial Park.  Again from the port, the beach, even the library.  Always, we were behind the disturbance too late to do anything but clean up the mess and respond to the next issue.

We found a trail of females covered in a sticky wet substance and smelling of alcohol, each one was disoriented and confused as to where they were let alone how they got there.  I got the feeling they were only half truthful about things.  But nothing we could do about them, they were fine as far as we could tell.  

We came across three separate women along the way, each in roughly the same situation.  Each refusing our help, outside of the very least we were required to do.  They seemed to be professional soldiers of some sort.  We finally found the Frog Yokai at the Library.  The report is there regarding our encounter with him.  

Afterwards we managed to get him into the holding cell but he latched himself onto the lamp and passed out cold, he’s been like that ever since.”

“Alright Fredridson, very well, back to work and make sure we have replacements for the night shift until our men are recovered and able to return to duty.”

“Aye sir, and his weapons are in the evidence storage unit.  He was carrying a sword of all things.”

“Very well, that will be all.”

Captain Maazen watched the door to his office close as he looked into his empty tea glass.  Sighing long after the door closed.

“Ahh crap!”

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Captain Maazen watched the door to his office close as he looked into his empty tea glass.  Sighing long after the door closed.

“Ahh crap!”

(crazy bitch instrumental)

While Captain Maazen was looking down and cursing himself for a lack of tea, Sgt. Gerald in the background was quickly dispatched by a streak of crimson swinging through the air. Poor Gerald didn't know what hit him as he was sliced and diced in silent glee whilst his Captain remained unaware, reaching over to fix himself another cup of tea when the record scratched with the woman's enterance into the office with a mighty swing of her cleaver slicing through the radio. She closed the distance to the man her short, slender and flat-chest frame an odd sight, a wicked smile across her face as she tossed Gerald's head clutched by his dark hair in left hand behind her shoulder like garbage! Warm air flushed across Captain Maazen's face as she chuckled darkly as she drew near:




Mizariza was 21, and stood about 5'3 with low leg leather cutoffs, thigh garters with only one holding up the latex legging of her left leg while the other was left to gather at her ankle. The dark leather short-shorts had fur trim and were unbuttoned and unzipped with a pair of highleg red latex straps that hugged her hips, connecting to a revealing T-String thong. She had purple leather combat boots with two inch lifts, black latex fingerless arm glove on her left hand with a shorter fingerless glove on her right. She had a taut, purple latex bandaeu with white criss-cross strap in the front, tight enough to her skin to emboss her nipples through the shiny fabric. She was loosely wearing a green hoodie zip down long sleeved jacket and a mysterious black leather choker with a ring hanging off it. Her hair was bright red with yellow streaks here and there, her eyes large and green. Her smile, showcased her sharp, goblin like smile as she held a massive cleaver like weapon made from Ruby Feurite.




Blood still dripped from the cleaver's blade as she leaned the weapon across her right shoulder, careful not to cut herself with the weapon designed to bring out the most pain and lethality out of its use. "Yo, pops! I need ya to open the door to the cell? Your friend before wasn't so nice..." She says thumbing back to the headless corpse in the other room. "Oh right, your gun..."




Without much warning she brought the cleaver down onto the man's wrist, the hand that would be able to easily drawl the visible gun on his hip and also would be his dominant hand. "Well... try not bleed all over, kay?" Miza giggled, as she knocked the man over bringing the pointy tip of the blade in a jabbing strike to the Captain's stomach before twisting savagely. "Just sit tight-"



"...we could resume the limb severing later~" The woman giggled, a faint look of satisfacion on her face as she withdrew the weapon, blood splattering her jacket. She knelt down and removed Captain Maazen's weapon, tossing it into the other room before helping herself to the cell keys instead. "Aki doo~ Thank you thankyou, greetings from Goukudo Cap'n~" She blew the man a kiss before tossing her jacket over his head and wandered to the next room.

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Whistling, the woman entered the cell room, running the bloodied cleaver across the bars in a sadistic and playful manner before she turned to face the cell in question.



"Yo~" She calls out to the pink frog on the ceiling. "I'm Mizariza, a slave of Tenessee Jay, he ordered me to bail you out Hopps." She explained. "Just call me Riza, cutie. C'mon, lets get your stuff before someone else shows up and tries to push you to do something you don't." She shrugged. "Or dont~"




(not afraid of the big bad wolf remix)

She paused, and looked over her shoulder at him, leaning her cleaver over her left shoulder now as she showed off her back to him. "I don't care what you do, but if you wanna have fun follow me Hopps~" She says before blowing a raspberry his direction.

“mMMhaha eeddd urrts.”

Garbled sounds supposedly words croak out of the Fuschia Frogurai’s open mouth, wrapping around his tangled tongue.  Suddenly and without warning his tongue unclenches and he drops to the ground, flopping over smackdown on his head.  Without an extra sound escaping his lips the Frogurai slowly and awkwardly licks his dry lips and wets his tongue within an almost desert-like mouth.  

“Uuuhhnnn”

He groans as he rolls around to a sitting position, legs crossed over one another.  Rubbing his tender head he eyes the sharp toothed stranger.  Her words are basically unheard, as he rubs his head feeling like a certain oversized Shogun was doing squats squarely on top of it.

“Dude!  Otton’s balls, how hard did I land on my head bro!”

Hoppee Tale slowly moved a hand from his head to his right hip, his sheath and Wakizashi were missing, but other than the obvious looking weapon he was still sporting his toe rings and anklet, not to mention he still had access to his hidden weapons.

“My hat. Hrmm”

He grumbled as his large eyes rolled around slowly to focus on the saw toothed lass shouting to him, well at least to Hoppee it sounded like shouting.  As he felt fo rhis missing hat.

“You know if you weren’t shouting, it might be easier to understand what you’re babbling.  Does your species babble often?”

Hoppee frowned as he stopped feeling for his missing hat, and checked his neck for its string, which obviously to everyone else is missing right along with his hat.

“Now where did I put’em.  I never leave’em lying around, me ol’sword an’at.  Dude can’t be a proper Frogurai without’em.”

Knuckling the cell floor Hoppee pushes himself to his feet as he looks over the red-haired humanoid.  Sometimes Hoppee felt they all looked to the same as he glanced more closely at her.

“Scuse… you Frogurai’s things?”

Raising his hands up in an ok whatever kind of gesture he begins to follow her.

“Ok lead on.”

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“mMMhaha eeddd urrts.”

Garbled sounds supposedly words croak out of the Fuschia Frogurai’s open mouth, wrapping around his tangled tongue.  Suddenly and without warning his tongue unclenches and he drops to the ground, flopping over smackdown on his head.  Without an extra sound escaping his lips the Frogurai slowly and awkwardly licks his dry lips and wets his tongue within an almost desert-like mouth.  

“Uuuhhnnn”

He groans as he rolls around to a sitting position, legs crossed over one another.  Rubbing his tender head he eyes the sharp toothed stranger.  Her words are basically unheard, as he rubs his head feeling like a certain oversized Shogun was doing squats squarely on top of it.

“Dude!  Otton’s balls, how hard did I land on my head bro!”

Hopper Tale slowly moved a hand from his head to his right hip, his sheath and Wakizashi were missing, but other than the obvious looking weapon he was still sporting his toe rings and anklet, not to mention he still had access to his hidden weapons.

“My hat. Hrmm”

He grumbled as his large eyes rolled around slowly to focus on the saw toothed lass shouting to him, well at least to Hoppee it sounded like shouting.  As he felt fo rhis missing hat.

“You know if you weren’t shouting, it might be easier to understand what you’re babbling.  Does your species babble often?”

Hopper frowned as he stopped feeling for his missing hat, and checked his neck for its string, which obviously to everyone else is missing right along with his hat.

“Now where did I put’em.  I never leave’em lying around, me ol’sword an’at.  Dude can’t be a proper Frogurai without’em.”

Knuckling the cell floor Hoppee pushes himself to his feet as he looks over the red-haired humanoid.  Sometimes Hoppee felt they all looked to the same as he glanced more closely at her.

“Scuse… you Frogurai’s things?”

Raising his hands up in an ok whatever kind of gesture he begins to follow her.

“Ok lead on.”

"Yupity yup yup, I overheard the one guy saying they put your things in "evidence" Riza will help you break in, of course." Mizariza explained as she lead Hopps-a-lot through the small station. Toting the massive ruby cleaver across her shoulder she whistled a playful tune as she stepped over the corpses of the Breland Beach guards, not too many of them much to her annoyance. She looked around, and saw the room labeled 'evidence' before smirking. "Here we are!" She hummed, slamming the cleaver into the door like a hatchet till the door swung loose. Given how easy the door swung in, it was also evident it was unlocked before hand... ah well.

"Have a mosey inside lil' buddy! I have no idea what your things look like, I'll help if ya need it. After all, I'm supposed to make sure no harm comes to ya! And I'm also supposed to kill any other frogs who try to approach you before you meet up with Master Ten." She giggled.

Hoppee Tale trailed behind the red haired lunatic with lust for violence.  Even he could see it despite being hungover.  Not that he knew he had a hangover, but he did know his head felt like something big and overweight was tap dancing on his skull.

Not enough to keep him from finding his hat and treasured Wakizashi.  Treasured?  That’s a story for another time.  Near and far to the moment though Hoppee gathered his errant sword and hat, fitting it smartly onto his head as he gave batshit crazy I mean Mizariza a good hard look.  No puns!

She was tough looking, like the waxy old leather on the Shoguns throne.  You could hang a dozen men from those arms and they probably wouldn’t even bend.  Her pointed teeth only complimented the fact that she was wired to be violent and volatile.  Slender as a blade of grass and razor sharp.  So far she was smelling like death and destruction, but that was just at a glance.  Hoppee tucked his sword into his belt and slid his fingers around the brim of his hat slightly adjusting it as he did.  

“We go, but I warn you other Frog’s are not to be killed.  Avoided if possible but never killed.  It would be very bad for me if they die.”

I don’t want that weight on my head too, Hoppee added to himself, as he stepped out of the evidence room giving the now useless door a light pull closed, though it dropped off sideways across the doorway as he let it go.  

Hoppee shook his head and began to walk in the opposite way from which they came.  He didn’t trust her.  He didn’t know her.  He didn’t give her the chance to lead either.  He was here on business and he hadn’t completed it yet, she would have to wait.  The GFL business came first, and his backstory well that could hang for all he cared.  

“Don’t know a Master Ten, but I have work to finish.  You can thank him for my release, but I’ll be going my own way now.”

With that Hoppee picked up his pace, dashing through the station and back out following the carnage of Riza’s entrance.  Into the street he hopped low, long and quick.

Crisis Rocan wrote:Hoppee Tale trailed behind the red haired lunatic with lust for violence.  Even he could see it despite being hungover.  Not that he knew he had a hangover, but he did know his head felt like something big and overweight was tap dancing on his skull.

Not enough to keep him from finding his hat and treasured Wakizashi.  Treasured?  That’s a story for another time.  Near and far to the moment though Hoppee gathered his errant sword and hat, fitting it smartly onto his head as he gave batshit crazy I mean Mizariza a good hard look.  No puns!

She was tough looking, like the waxy old leather on the Shoguns throne.  You could hang a dozen men from those arms and they probably wouldn’t even bend.  Her pointed teeth only complimented the fact that she was wired to be violent and volatile.  Slender as a blade of grass and razor sharp.  So far she was smelling like death and destruction, but that was just at a glance.  Hoppee tucked his sword into his belt and slid his fingers around the brim of his hat slightly adjusting it as he did.  

“We go, but I warn you other Frog’s are not to be killed.  Avoided if possible but never killed.  It would be very bad for me if they die.”

I don’t want that weight on my head too, Hopper added to himself, as he stepped out of the evidence room giving the now useless door a light pull closed, though it dropped off sideways across the doorway as he let it go.  

Hopper shook his head and began to walk in the opposite way from which they came.  He didn’t trust her.  He didn’t know her.  He didn’t give her the chance to lead either.  He was here on business and he hadn’t completed it yet, she would have to wait.  The GFL business came first, and his backstory well that could hang for all he cared.  

“Don’t know a Master Ten, but I have work to finish.  You can thank him for my release, but I’ll be going my own way now.”

With that Hoppee picked up his pace, dashing through the station and back out following the carnage of Riza’s entrance.  Into the street he hopped low, long and quick.

"Ah excellent, I wanted to stick around a little more!" Riza giggled, following Hoppee out of the station, her arms trailing behind her as she ran and kept pace with the Frogurai. "Whatever that business is I'll help! Besides, you're kinda a wanted man now. You ate like, four people and digested them for all the public knows! And now you have a station of protectors of the peace dead, missing wakizashi, the guards being all cut up... you can't *ever* come back to Breland, at least not for a couple decades now! I bet this incident's gonna make it into the papers!" She cackled. "I'll have to keep an eye on you, make sure you don't die! But fine fine, I won't kill any frogs, I'll just severely knock them out or maim them, that'll be fine, yeah?" She cooed, hopping onto Hopp's back mid sprint, straddling him with her slender body as she now rode the hopping Frogruai!

Hoppee went flat.  The unexpected weight of the red haired devil he thought he left behind suddenly on his back sent him sprawling across the concrete, missing the landing of his last hop.  

“What? NO, no no noooouch”

She didn’t weigh much and she didn’t flop forward like a top heavy lass.  So Hoppee drop spread eagle skidding to a halt.  Ridden into the ground by the red demon woman.

“I’m not guilty.  I didn’t do anything wro…ong”

Hoppee almost missed his word as he stopped to consider he remembered being in a bar, with the girls of the GFL and the guy who showed up, but then what?  He couldn’t recall anything between the bar and the prison cell.

“You have boney thighs.  Could you not grind them into my spine.”

Hoppee complained as he wiggled out from under her.  Brushing his pants off he adjusted his sword and looked back at her, the road ahead, back at her then shrugged.  If she was telling the truth, and something about her manner screamed she was, he was only going to jeopardize the mission.

“Where did you say this Mister Ten wanted you to bring me.?”

Hoppee felt unease, and complete distrust of her.

“And no riding me.”

Hoppee growled as he began to walk and she hopped right back up on his back locking her legs around his waist and leaning her head next to his as he growled again rather pathetically as she ignored his comment about not riding him.  Her arms draped across his chest.

"Hehehe, but I like the way you feel under me~" Riza cooed, rubbing her cheek against his neck. "Riza needs to bring you to Beijio Desert, Virgin Sands. There's a place called the Blue Jays Guild, its where people can hire mercenary slaves under a contract with Master Ten!" She explained. "Master Ten wants to chat with you is all, and he doesn't trust phones nor telepathic messag--" she winced, feeling her neck tense up as she began to choke. "S-soorrry... Mas...tah... Ten..! Ri-Riza sooorry!" She coughed as the ring around her neck dropped, clinking against her choker. "Haaah!" She gasped, shaking her head, clinging to Hoppee yet. "...he'll tell ya the details in person." she sighed, rubbing her face against the frogman's cheek. "You kinda smell like wildberries~" She giggled.

“Nooulp.”





Hoppee gulped while saying nope to her.  And that nope could have been about anything or everything she had just said.  She was like a bright red rash that wouldn’t stop itching the shit out of your junk.  And speaking of itching junk, Hoppee slapped her foot away from his as he started to run where?

“Where are we heading then, I can’t just run in random directions.”

He slapped her foot away again as he just started running in a random direction despite what he had just said.

“Stop that, and no deserts bad for Frog Yokai, very bad for Frogurai too.”

Not that Hoppee was telling the full truth there, but he did spend a considerable amount of time training in a desert to compensate for that natural deficiency.  And deserts were generally bad for Frog Yokai’s

“Won’t go to a desert, No dude’s doin deserts.  Not happen.  Somewhere else maybe.”

Something was foul in Hoppee’s nostrils and he wasn’t sure if it was little red riding hooker, or the glaringly suspicious… well everything she’s said.  You don’t escape the Shugonate, without having a close relationship with the crawling skin sensations of HELL NO BITCH and DON”T TRUST IT IF IT’S PURPLE AND BUMPY.  No comment from the Hoppee gallery.

And you know there is that small detail of her cringing and crying out in agony talking to somebody who’s not here.  Hoppee no trust, not as far as he can throw the suction cup succubus.

“And they say Frog Yokai have sticky digits…   I SAID STOP THAT!”

Have you ever seen a Fuchsia Frog Yokai blush…  Hoppee came to an abrupt stop almost clawing at her feet.  He tried to yank, pull and tug at them as she had tucked them right down into his pants, somehow pulling his belt tight enough so he couldn’t get his hands into his pants to get her feet.

Trevor Mazaan, Captain of the Breland Coastal City Protector’s landed on his desk face down, severed hand staring him straight in the face.  Blood flowed freely out of his left arm where the appendage had very recently been removed.  Everything was silent, he’d run out of breath from screaming in pain, he’d run out of pain from the loss of blood, and he was running out of blood which he could tell from his diminishing ability to see.  And he could see his fucking left  hand right in front of his face.

He scraped himself off his desk, pulling his limp arm into a cradle position against his uniform.  Tucking the stump in and wrapping it up with his shirt as he ripped the buttons off in order to staunch the blood loss as much as possible.  He staggered to his feet tearing at his desk drawer to pull out his service pistol.  Checking it as quickly as  he could with his off hand he stumbled against the back wall, Sgt. Fredridson’s severed fucking head tripping him up as he attempt to move to the door of his office  Tripping and stumbling he hit the door frame hard. Scream of pain matching the shooting agony running up his arm from the stump as it rammed into the door frame.  

“FUCK!”

He grunted amidst the agonized scream of pain.  The evidence room he thought as he pushed free of the doorway grunting once again as his stump bled through his shirt.  He was too late, the door to the evidence room was slanted across the doorway behind the frame.  Broken free of its hinges the door was as good as a barricade to the Captain with one hand, and that holding his gun in a death grip.  More afraid of letting it fall than anything else.

He raised his foot almost tipping over ass backwards before slamming it straight into the broken door.  Splitters flew outward as the door dislodged from his way.  He crossed inside giving the room a quick once over, only the Frog Yokai’s things were missing, So it was apparently all about the Frogboy.  Murder, mayhem, mastication of the masses, and a menagerie of other charges that he couldn’t even put names to with his debilitated state.

Slowly, well it felt like it was slowly, he banged and staggered from wall to wall, to the communications room.  He would be damned if they’d escape.

“PInk Frog Yokai, short sword obscenely long tongue, eats people, Red Broad, board flat, razor teeth, big cleaver.  Dangerous, kill on sight, kill with extreme prejudice, approach with lethal force and shoot the corpses dead, kill’em thrice.  Protectors down, headquarters in ruins targets priority”

He slumped against the wall as he let his grip slip on the communication device.  His eyes blinked once or twice as he tried to force them back open.  It was hard keeping his thoughts together, had he done all he could, did he manage to get the word out, and make the appropriate orders issued, commands.  It was getting hard to focus, harder to think.  The Yokai and psycho.  He had to stop them.  They couldn’t be allowed to run free.  He pushed himself up off the floor, his arm dropping limp from his stomach where it had been cradled.   His service pistol held tight in his right hand as he staggered out the door down the hall and through the field of corpses inside the station.  

All he could see was a big bright patch of pink and red just at the end of his range of blurred vision.  Why was that important again he managed to think. Or was it important he wondered.

Fuck my hand it came to him in a moment of clarity.

“I SAID STOP THAT!”

He raised his hand, the gun and aimed, well pointed in the general direction of the Yokai Psycho blob making noise in the streets.  He stumbled a little, but caught the door frame with his shoulder bracing against it.  Squeezing the trigger with all of his strength, it barked out three times before he lost the strength to squeeze the trigger again.  

Hoppee screamed in pain as one of the bullets found its mark in his ass cheek just below his Crazi mounted rider’s.  And he sprang away in flaring pain.  While the sounds of sirens could be heard closing in from all directions and shuts from the nearest Protectors to the station.

The redhead smirked, continuing to tease the frog up to the point of the errant gunshots from the survivor in the station behind them! Mizariza glanced back, glaring at the Captain with a scowl. She debated about going back and finishing the job, instead she took her sword and used it to deflect any other bullets fired their direction till Hopps was shot in the ass. "Ouchies, that looks painful!" She gasped, lifting the frog up and running towards the direction of the park!

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