mummy maddness

so jeannie finds herself in egypt, dressed up like lara croft from tomb raider cause she thought that'd be a good costume for exploring which was kinda what she was here for,

well at the moment she was lost and not really sure what it was she was looking for.  her and her friend dire was attacked by  icky  bug thingy it had got away but she wants to figure out what it was and how to squish it sense she'd hate to see him get hurt if the bug thingy came after them again.

she thinks it said it was a locust, she remember seeing something on tv that pyramids  have doodles of funny bugs on them or in them. anyway she thought maybe it was like some kinda mummy curse thingy, oh that be neat if she  saw one of them. she never seen one before.

huh maybe she could find a expert on magical stuffs like that as she  wasn't  too knowledgeable on them things,but first she needs to get unlost wandering in the dessert probably wasn't the best idea. so she spied a camel and decided to ask it for directions

At first glance, the two individuals riding the camel didn't seem out of the ordinary. The one in front was taller than the passenger behind them, but nothing seemed too out of the ordinary. Not yet, anyway.

As Jeannie approached, more seemed off. The main rider was easily identified, probably one of the locals. But the smaller individual was more extensively robed in pale linens, so much so that the individual couldn't be made out. The mysterious passenger sat cross-legged, but seemed to realize the pair were no longer alone.

With the slightest turn of the head, the passenger addressed Jeannie. "Fancy meeting you here, Indy", she sarcastically greeted. Seems she knew English, and had a New Yorker accent to boot. And this close, Jeannie's sense could something was off about this passenger. She stunk. It wasn't overwhelming, but there was a critter musk to her that seeped from the robe.

The rider began to speak up, but the passenger muttered something under her breath. "Antazir. 'Ana la 'athiq baha." Something in Arabic, and if Jeannie knew anything about the language, it wasn't spoken well. Was probably taken off Google Translate or something, and those words were recited much too slow to be a fluent speaker.

"Y'look lost. Yer not trouble, are ya?" The click of a gun behind the robes, probably the hammer of a revolver. Typical American. "Right. Why don't y'tell me who you are? I'm a bit... cautious. Expecting company, n' not the good kind. You get me, Indy?"

Wait. Was Jeannie seeing this right, or was the tip of a dark animal nose poking from behind the cowl of the passenger's robe...?

Jeannie was kinda confused the second person had something odd about her Jeannie could put her nose on it, huh maybe the girl's nose, well she thought it sounded like a girl.

well she for sure knew sounded like a gunoh yes I am lost everything is so dusty here it all looks alike. are you a guard of some kind? they usually point guns before asking questions

jeannie smiles happily to find someone who seemed to know where she was. she supposed it was better than being lost but still kinda bad odd people pointing guns at her.

am i trespassing or something? I didn't mean to end up in your pile of dirty just did. I'm looking for pyramids see. oh I'm Jeannie, not indy, nice to meet you I gusses

Jeannie watches the odd lady hoping she would maybe be more friendly if she explained.

Behind the pale robe, Dana canted her head. The bad news was that this passerby seemed interested in the pyramids, where it just so happened weird stuff was going down. The good news is that she didn't give any real red flags to the vixen. Part of the Apocalypse Fox's paranoid mind made her think this cosplayer was being intentionally... ditzy.

And what was with all the hatred of dust? Stuff filled the crumbling buildings that Dana had explored. Heck, even ones with occupants were still dusty. Was this... huh. Jeannie, right? Was Jeannie a germaphobe or something?

Dana carefully reset the hammer of her revolver. Better not to have it cocked unless she intended to shoot this woman. "A guard? Yeah, something like that. But yer in luck. We don't see a point in wasting ammo on someone who doesn't deserve it."

Yeah. A guard against the supernatural. Which led Dana to her next statement.

"Ind-- er, Jeannie. Y'say yer lookin' for pyramids? Didja get lost from a tour group or something? Y'got a great Indiana Jones cosplay n' all, but we're not takin' tourists." The pot to call the kettle black, Dana scoffed internally toward herself. She wouldn't have been on this excursion if she wasn't being a tourist herself.

She thought her words over a bit. Better not to let this Jeannie know about the weird stuff that's going on at the pyramids. Dana wasn't even allowed to interfere in this happenstance either, really. But the last thing she needed to do is get this woman eaten by whatever hellish beings lingered in the tombs. Or cursed. Or slaughtered by a trap. Or even gunned down by whatever rent-a-cops the Egyptian government hired to keep people from defiling a super-old, super-big limestone triangle or three.

That was for the Apocalypse Fox to deal with, and the Apoc-Fox alone. No stragglers, no one to babysit, no casualties she couldn't stop.

She hesitated as she typed something into the phone she hid under her sleeve. She then whispered something to the rider ahead of her. Again, this was in shoddy Arabic, but Jeannie's hearing could make out the words regardless of knowing that language. "Asnae shyyan hataa tughadira. Bisureat ya sahi!"

The man raised a brow at Dana's butchered sentence, then turned his head to face Jeannie. He spoke up in English, "We are to inspect the pyramids for reported intruders."

Dana hissed under her breath, "Shit!" She then snarled at the rider aloud, "Ghabiun!" Whatever this term meant, it was mostly said by irate-sounding youths in the city. And oddly enough, it sounded the most well-spoken Arabic word this mysterious traveler had spoken yet. There was also the issue of a very fox-like tail tip peeking from under the robe at this point, yet alone the snarling fox muzzle jutting forward to cuss at Dana's transport...

Jeannie was happy the lady didn't want to shoot her that hurts. too bad, she doesn't seem too interested in being friends.

Jeannie sneezes silly dust you and my sensitive nosey don't mix she pulls a colorful hanky from her pocket and blows her nose. she then gets a bottle of allergy pills from her bag and takes some.

she then notices something being able to smell again sniffing the air. hey do you have a doggy with you I love doggies, huh I smell one somewhere.

she smiles when the lady mentioned her cosplay oh thanks yeah thought I should try and look the part if I'm going to be exploring.no me not lost tourist I am lost though.

she scratches her head wondering how to best explain things. I am investigating I think the funny bugs on the pyramid have to do with this odd string of crimes me and a friend was investigating were these weird bugs got into peoples minds and made them like zombies

she playfully acts like a zombiemaybe the intruders you are looking for have something to do with it, like a mummy curse or something.

she then notices the tail poking out and is distracted again.you do have a puppy
with comical ease, Jeannie hops on the camel behind them and tries to peek under the robe to find the puppy.

come out and play puppy!

At some point while cussing out the rider that blew her cover, three things occurred to Dana. One, this Jeannie knew about the weird and dangerous locusts that had been appearing and attacking at the pyramids. Two, the woman also wanted to investigate the pyramids for the same reason as Dana and her escort. Three, Dana's concealing robes no longer concealed her beastly body.

Sighing loudly, the vixen pressed her fingers into the bridge of her snout. As the woman reached for the hem of her robe, she scooted back and tugged her tail away. "Don't do that", she yipped indignantly.

The Apoc-Fox then raised an arm and dropped the hood, turning her head and staring down at Jeannie from atop the camel. Her tuft of fluff between her ears was messed up from the robe, awkwardly poking over one of her glaring, pine-green eyes. She let her legs drop, paw-like feet and ankles poking from beneath the bleached linens. By now Jeannie could see both the 9mm revolver in her right hand, and a weirdly retro-looking cellphone in her left. Both the gun and the phone looked weathered and worn, well beyond any normal wear-and-tear.

"Guess the fox's outta the bag", Dana scoffed. "Me n' Bakari here were goin' the same way. Y'know more about the locust swarms than others, I take it?" She turned her snoot a little toward Bakari the rider, adding "May as well spill th' beans, right?"

Bakari nodded. "I am a guard for the pyramids. Off-duty. This... Apocalypse Fox from the United States, she says she can help end this curse. She told me she is a monster hunter. Hmph, takes a creature to hunt them, no?" By now, he's got a concerned look on his face as he turns the conversation back over to Dana.

Dana grimaces at Bakari's remark, shrugging the shoulder dismissively. "Yer goddamn right I'm a monster hunter. Had a plan n' everything to get my tail inside. But hey, Jeannie, this's dangerous. If you didn't mention the locusts n' their zombie curse stuff, I'd tell you again t'go back. So lemme ask y'this".

At this point, Dana raises the pistol back up at Jeannie. She hasn't cocked the thing, and her expression might tell that she's trying to act tougher than she feels. Reluctant to have help and a liability, the fox can't help but wonder if this odd woman before her could be more helpful than just the random guard beside her with a camel and a submachine gun. "Do y'got more in ya than a little too much info? Or should I send y'packing back to yer hotel? If yer some kinda super, now's the time to tell me, 'cause the last thing I need is to bring some normie to get zombified. Y'get me?"

Jeannie looks at Danna amused that she was a talking fox.

monster? I think you are cute actually a werefox is much nicer than a werewolf

she scratches her head thinking

you are some kinda werefox yes? huh never seen that before, might you be a Kitsune? but those are usually from Japan, and he said you are from America. skinwalker perhaps. but your accent suggests eastern new york or jersey, skinwalkers are more common in Native American lore from the western area.

Jeannie then realizes she is rambling and turns her attention back to answering the question.

oh yeah I am a super if you mean like comic books I don't wear a cape but I have powers and am actually like you a hunter. my card

she reaches into her bag and hands the fox lady a business card.  it reads Jeannie Rose bounty hunter /private investigator.  867-5309

right so now that we are friends you can put that scary old gun away, and we can go on a fun adventure!

Jeannie smiles happy with the idea of adventure and making an interesting new friend. if the guard and fox were paying attention they might have noticed her canine-like teeth.

but first there something important i need to ask

Jeannie makes a kinda  serious face before making a Cheshire cat smile

can i pet your ears? they look so soft and fluffy, you can pet mine if you want there not fluffy but their cutie.

she pushes back her hair so they can see her elf-like ears.