Shadowrun
Shadowrun Play => Play-by-Post => Topic started by: HydroRaven on <03-09-14/0023:48>
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"Another day, another nuyen" goes the saying. That applies for all the corporate drones, the wage slaves that work for any of the mega corps. But in the shadows, it's more "another day, another bullet dodged". Any runner still alive knows this saying all too well.
As is customary in Seattle, rain covers the whole of the city like a cold, damp blanket. The gloom of the city is accentuated by the humidity, the lights reflecting off the raindrops in the distance. The day started like so many others, and whether it was for a stiff drink at the end of the day or it was to listen to the live band, you somehow ended up at the Edge, a mid-sized bar just on the right side of the border between the Barrens and the rest of Seattle. The music is blaringly loud, but the Trideo keeps on playing the news:
"In a surprise move, Evo has sold CrashCart this morning and investors don't know what to make of it. Evo's stock surged 2.8% on the BSE after the announcement and fell back afterwards to register an overall 0.2% rise at closing. Details of the transaction haven't been disclosed, including the identity of the buyer. Rumours are that it is a privately-owned fund out of Germany, but Evo refused to comment. Analysts think the deal could have been worth anywhere from ¥5B to ¥15B, but, once more, no official statements from Evo."
The bartender switches to another channel, where a virtual anchorwoman is reading a different set of news. "...in what witnesses are saying was a nightmare on foot. A man that goes by the name of Bud said he saw what happened." The virtual newscaster vanishes and the image of an older downtrodden man appears on screen. "I was across the street but I saw the whole scene. The trog was walking when suddenly a big shadow slammed him on the wall and splattered his brains all over the place. It then kneeled over the body and left as quick as it came. I stayed over on my side because I didn't want any trouble but then after KE got on the scene. I think it's strange that..." The image cuts back to the virtual newscaster. "To recap, the brutal murder of Will Carter, affluent member of the Mitsuhama museum of arts. He was found decapitated early this evening by..."
Either from boredom or because he wants the band to have the centre stage, the bartender turns off the Trideo and you're left to yourselves, the music drowning your thoughts.
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It has been a long couple of days for Alexander, not long back at the surgery and business hadn't slowed down during his absence. Mostly he had been dealing with the local families and the odd fight injury. Today started out just like any other day, boring as ever he was about to close up when when a man fell at the door banging and calling for help. His bloodied hands smearing the Plexiglas of the surgery door.
He'd put him on the table and examined his injuries he'd been shot at close range with a shotgun and his back was littered with pellet wounds, nearly torn apart and missing huge chunks of flesh there was nothing he could to save him. Even now it cuts him up inside when he can't save someone.
After cleaning up the surgery and putting the body on ice he headed out into the dreary misery of the usual Seattle Drizzle, pulling up the collar of his Mortimer great coat to cover his neck before swiftly hiding his hands inside the deep pockets to protect from the cold breeze. He just needed to unwind try and move on from the sight of another dead body ingrained on his corneas.
It wasn't long before he wound up near his old home of the Barrens and entering the club 'Edge' he thought to himself, Edge? Hey it could be worse; who knows maybe it will be able to take the edge off my day. As he walked into the club and was barraged by the repetitive blaring of the band on stage. He walked to bar and took a seat and ordered a drink. Knocking them back while watching the trid. Annoyed at the bartender when he cut the feed he turned to watch the band and thought to himself. Evo sold CrahCart? and won't say anything about it? Got to find out more about that me thinks. It wasn't long before he couldn't resist his own curiosity over Evo and so he went to his Daily Comm his Novatech Airware, loading the AR interface in his image link he tapped away at the icon as he initiated his search:
Activate: - Net Wizard
Establishing search subroutine
Parameters:
- Evo corporation sales
- CrashCart
- - Current projects
- - Key Personalities
- Stock prices (48 hours)
Initiate Search
Searching...
[spoiler=Browse Roll]
Browse roll:
Data search 4
Browse rating 3
Analytically Mind +2
Encephalon +1
10d6.hits(5)=2 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4425220/)
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@Patch
Your search turns up nothing out of the usual except for rumours. Some say Renraku bought it, others say it was Buttercup that pushed for the offloading. Obviously there is no proof to back up those rumours.
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Kinkou sipped the head of her fresh soybeer, the bouncing of the front row crowd nearly spilling it down her front.
The band were decent, she'd been keen to hear their new stuff since the new frontman joined up. The lead guitarist was a bit of a hottie too, but he was too busy staring at the blonde bombshell further to Kinkou's right.
They way she was staring and pouting back meant she knew that commcodes would be exchanged after the gig at a minimum.
The bartender's channel hopping distracted her attention, the rapid changes in flashing images on the Trid catching her eye, right at the point where the hobo-ish looking guy was describing the "shadow" attacking.
There seemed to be no end to the crazy shit that went down in town nowadays, but she tried not to worry about it too much, especially if it was some prick from the art world. He'd probably rubbed some investor up the wrong way by slagging off his favourite painting and losing him a ton of cash or some bull-crap like that.
With the Trid off, her attention settled back into the band. Blondie had pushed her way up to the front of the small but energetic crowd, loosening the top button of her skintight dress to reveal a little extra bosom.
Kinkou mentally wished her good luck and enjoyed the last of the guitar solo.
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As the search results start to filter across his AR display Alexander takes time to examine each of the articles found and seeming somewhat disappointed when nothing more than rumor appears.Hmm guess that would have been too easy with this thought he swipes away with his AR glove to terminate the active session.
Returning his attention to the bar he gets another drink and start to watch the band. Maybe this night will pick up some before it was over.
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Magpie sat back on a stool at the bar, his long grotty looking coat trailing almost on the floor. He sipped on his soybeer. He had some free time to kill, and this place had a pretty decent selection of bands. He'd seen this lot play before; he came to the Edge often enough, so was likely a recognised face by now. After all, how many Shaman frequented a place like this?
His eyes scanned the bar, smiling at the sites. He had barely caught what was on the Trideo, caught up in the music and the atmosphere as he was it did not seem an issue to him. His hand shook as he put down his soybeer and cracked his neck. He was craving. He'd not had his fix today. He had the psyche in his pocket, but he hadn't done any just yet. The time wasn't ripe.
Magpie put his hand into his pocket when another man coming to the bar surprised him. He dropped the baggie with the psyche in it. No matter. It's not like they were illegal. MCT made 'em. Everybody took that. With a quick glance down and a muttered "Gimme a hand, boss." Magpie attempted to flick the baggie back up onto the bar.
Who knows, maybe it would impress a chick.
[Spoiler=Magic Fingers]
Cast Magic Fingers to pick up the baggie (at Force 1)
Spellcasting roll:
Spellcasting 5
Magic Rating 5
Raven Mentor +2
12d6.hits(5)= 3 /Maxed at 1 for Force (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4425371/)
Drain roll (DV=2):
Charisma 5
Willpower 4
Focused Concentration +1
10d6.hits(5) = 3 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4425372//)
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Jimmy walked into the bar, his greatcoat billowing behind him in the wind. He was in a sour mood; he'd been looking forward to a race tonight, but the other riders had pulled out because the rain had rendered the streets for this route too dangerous for them. It sucked, but he was hoping he might be able to salvage the night. He took a bit of a scan of the bar as he walked in, making some note of who took notice and who didn't so he could figure out how to make something fun happen here, and grabbed a seat at the bar, waving the bartender over to order a drink.
He hadn't been to this particular bar before, and it was looking like a pretty quiet place tonight; that didn't exactly suit him so well given his plans for the night were more or less ruined, but he could at least grab a drink or two before deciding what to do next. Frame of mind he was in, a quiet night just wasn't in the cards. Maybe stick around for just a bit, see if something comes up on the river here...
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A dwarfish woman that had been sitting by herself at the bar stands up when the band is taking a break and starts walking around. She stands out like a troll in Salish territory with her designer outfit and her ¥5,000 shoes. She goes up to Shark, being obviously drawn in by his charisma, and asks him "Are... are you a shadowrunner?" without gracing him with any foreplay. "I need help with something" continues the nervous woman, clearly out of her element.
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Jimmy flashed her a bit of a smile. "Oh, I've been known to do some work here and there. Happen to know I'm not the only one in here, too." This was true, seeing as he'd clocked the second story girl from a job a little bit back. He pulled out the bar stool beside him, inviting her to sit down. She was motivated enough to reach out like this, and she clearly had money; could be it would pay to listen.
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"Thanks" answers the woman as she sits on the stool. "I need help with a personal matter, but I don't know who to reach out to. I heard on the news that shadowrunners come to these kind of places to get work, so I thought I would try my hand." She is visibly uncomfortable in this environment, but there is a certain determination to her that is sending you a mixed signal. Whoever she is, she is clearly not from this part of town.
"I require someone to avenge my father's death. I'm willing to pay you and your friends for your trouble, of course. But it would need to be done quickly."
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Having recieved said baggie of Psyche and leaning back at the bar to sip on his pint again, Magpies eyes scanned the bar. He was for the most part looking around to see if there was anybody he could con into coming home with him. Seduce. That was the word, not con. Of course.
[Spoiler=Perception]
Notice:
Intuition 3
Perception 2
5d6.hits(5) → [5,3,6,6,2] = (3) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4430745/)
Listen!:
Intuition 3
Perception 2
5d6.hits(5) → [6,3,1,4,5] = (2) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4430746/)
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As the night goes on and Alexander kept the drinks coming, it was nothing like what he was used to and he couldn't hide the expression of disappointment on his face. with nothing else to do he surveyed the crowd looking for a glimmer of excitement in this night...
There must be something worth staying for here...
[spoiler=Perception 1]
Notice:
Perception pool: 7
7d6.hits(5)=4 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4430879/)
Going to assume I notice here with that roll ;)
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Noticing the stylish woman walking around looking almost lost, at first and watching her out of place start taking to another guy at the bar he couldn't help but try to eavesdrop on the conversation. He tries to look like he's not interested while doing so but inevitably gives it away.
[spoiler=Perception 2]
Listen:
Perception pool: 7
7d6.hits(5)=2 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4430882/)
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@Magpie & Patch
You notice a well-dressed dwarfish woman talking to a relatively good-looking elvish man. Although the woman looks to be miles away from her comfort zone, there's no mistaking the elvish man is right in the middle of his. This odd pairing makes them stand out from the crowd, but the ambient noise makes it hard to know what they're talking about.
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Couldn't be more green if she tried... Hell, maybe she is trying. He waved down the bartender to order a couple of drinks while he scanned around the bar to see if he could make anyone paying too much attention - though that could just as easily be runners interested in the potential work as people with malicious intent. "So what should I call you? Normally, in this sort of arrangement you keep your own name out of this, but since this involves your father that's not really much of an option - but maybe you can tell me, and we'll just keep that little detail to ourselves for now, yeah? For that matter, what happened to him, exactly?" He figured he'd play the friendly guide for now, earning her trust if she was being honest or letting her think she had him fooled if she wasn't; either way worked just fine for him - seeing as she wasn't coming to him through a fixer, of course, there was no question that he was going to be vetting her himself. Still, he should start working on getting a team together - didn't want to turn this into a full meet just yet, but he figured he should at least let that Japanese girl he'd worked with before know to stick around.
@Kinkou <<You available for a job? Sitting at the bar here talking to a possible client; if you know anyone else in here let me know, but I'd like to keep the conversation here between me and her for the moment.>>
Judge Intentions; Perception with Actively Looking bonus and Vision Enhancement 3 (11d6.hits(5)=4, 9d6.hits(5)=3) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4431519/)
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@Shark
The woman responds "My name is Miss Cooper. You might have heard of my father, Mr. Harold Cooper. He died quite recently, although I think Knight Errand didn't do a good job investigating his death. They say he commited suicide, but knowing my father, I don't believe that to be true. I have voiced my concerns about the way they handled the matter, but they told me to take it up with the customer complaint program and by the time they have it sorted, I get the feeling my grandchildren won't know what to do with it." you can definitely see some frustration and bitterness in her body language as she tells her story.
Looking around, you do notice a few people either intentionally or not trying to listen in on your conversation. Of note is an older human male that looks like he's used to the shadows, another one looks like a burned-out ork with a visible cyberdeck, and the last one is what can only be described as an obvious shaman (or at least he's trying very hard to look like one with a big feather trench coat and other shamanic trinkets).
Your gut feeling tells you that the dwarfish woman is being honest with you so far.
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//<<@shark>> I'm always up for a payday, what we got?//
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Magpie was somewhat annoyed that he couldn't hear what was going on. That lady looked rich, and she looked distressed. Those two factors added up to one thing to the Shaman of Raven; Nuyen, dollar. Shinies.
Magpie loved shinies. The not particularly subtle man began to edge closer along the bar, trying to listen in on the conversation still.
[Spoiler=Tests]
Infiltration/Shadowing?:
Agility/Intuition 3
Default -1
2d6.hits(5) → [4,3] = (0) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4431764/)
I -think- it's Infiltration here, but not 100% without my rulebook. Either way, it is defaulting off of an attribute of three so the roll would be the same :D
Listen!:
Intuition 3
Perception 2
Actively Looking 3
8d6.hits(5) → [3,6,2,2,6,5,2,6] = (4) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4431758/)
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@Shark
As you are talking with miss Cooper, there is an obvious attempt by the shaman mentioned earlier to get closer to you. He also seems not to care whether you realize or not he is listening in. The dwarfish woman, however, stops talking and looks at you, her expression a mix of both not knowing what to do and expecting you to deal with it.
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Jimmy held up a hand, indicating that he's got a handle on it. @Kinkou <<Not quite sure yet, but it's sounding like the timeline's gonna be tight; thinking we might need to recruit talent from in here. I've clocked a few possible runners in here, I'll flag them for you; the shaman-looking guy by the bar might be useful, but he's about to do himself right out of any sort of shot if he doesn't back the hell off. Johnson's getting nervous, so I'm hoping you can deal with this guy before I have to. Maybe grab these guys for a sit down, figure out what, if anything, they're good for? Gonna see if we can adjourn to a back room here.>>
"An associate of mine should be handling this issue for now." With rather good timing, the bartender showed up with the drinks Jimmy had ordered. "Hey man, you got a back room or something here where we can talk privately?"
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The bartender smiles as you ask the question. "Sure, it's backstage. Just tell the bouncer Karl sent you" answers the human, as he points you in the direction of a door behind a towering troll.
Miss Cooper breathes a sigh of relief at the mention of you handling things and says "Oh, you have associates here with you?"
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"Thanks, man. Name's Jimmy, by the way." Jimmy passed Miss Cooper one of the two drinks as he'd ordered.
"It's just good fortune, really - I wouldn't have even been coming here if it weren't for the rain, and she just so happened to be here. Means we can start getting the team put together while you and I talk." As they reached the door to go back stage, he waved to the bouncer.
"Hey, Karl said we could go back here for a private conversation?" His voice went up at the end, turning the statement to a question - giving the the respect of assuming he was the final authority on who did and didn't get to go back there.
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The dwarfish woman takes a look at the drink, not quite knowing what it is. Whether out of politeness or curiosity, she accepts it and follows Shark out to the back.
The troll standing in front of the backstage door is very close to 9 feet tall, if not taller. His expression betrays he won't put up for any funny business, but there is no anger nor hatred in his face. He has probably been asked a dozen times tonight to let someone go backstage, but it looks like he's refused thirteen times already.
At the mention on Karl's name, however, the bouncer looks back at the bar and before you have time to turn your head he says "Straight ahead, first on your left."
You cross the doorway and see a poorly lit, long corridor. You head for the first door on the left, miss Cooper on your heals when the troll asks you, right before closing the backstage door, "Expecting other people?"
The first room on the left is a table with wooden chairs. There is a soft light glowing from a single lightbulb right over the table. The writing on the walls must surely be magical because the silence is deafening in the room, despite the noise outside of it.
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"I don't think we are, no. That changes, you'll be the first to know." He'd have to remember this place; it was hard to underestimate the value of a good meeting spot, after all, especially with nine feet of troll watching the door.
"Much better. Now, Miss Cooper, you say you don't believe the reports, and I don't blame you for that; a lot of the time closing the case is more important to them than getting it right. But you said you needed someone to avenge him, not someone to discover what really happened. Why don't you tell me what you've been able to find out?"
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//Sounds good, I'll head over and chat to him. Want me to join you afterwards?//
Kinkou felt happier knowing some work was coming in, though a bit annoyed that she wouldnt see the last of the band's set.
She struggled against the crowd and pushed her way through the cramped dance floor and up the two steps to the bar level.
Instantly she saw the befeathered dude, craning his neck as shark and the johnson headed to the backroom. Approaching him, kinkou spoke directly.
Hoi chummer, you looking for work or trying to scare it away?
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//Sounds good, I'll head over and chat to him. Want me to join you afterwards?//
Kinkou felt happier knowing some work was coming in, though a bit annoyed that she wouldnt see the last of the band's set.
She struggled against the crowd and pushed her way through the cramped dance floor and up the two steps to the bar level.
Instantly she saw the befeathered dude, craning his neck as shark and the johnson headed to the backroom. Approaching him, kinkou spoke directly.
Hoi chummer, you looking for work or trying to scare it away?
Magpie turned around at the sound of the womans voice, keeping his composure. He was handsome enough - for a human- but nothing to write home about. Piercing silver-grey eyes stared straight into Kinkou's. Now that she was in front of him, there was to be no sly eyes darting around for an unprovoked checking out. He slipped a smile onto his face and nodded.
"Yeah, hoi." Hw watched the marks walk into the backroom, but he kept on just smiling as his eyes returned to hers.
"I was just listnin' y'know." Compared to his eyes which were kept composed, the shamans hands were wandering down into his pockets.
"Raven likes it when I listen ta chummers problems. Help 'em out, y'know. I didn't mean to scare no-one. Should'a figgered though - My bad. Th'names Magpie."
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@Shark
"I don't believe in the suicide, so someone must have killed him. And that someone needs to die in turn" answers the woman, both determination and anger in her eyes. "My father was loved in the community. He tried to hire the people that weren't getting recognised by society. The trolls with the PhDs, the hard-working orks. Everyone loved him, first and foremost myself. Which is why I need to do this for him." The anger is quickly replaced by sorrow, but the determination is still present. "Please help me, Mr..." Her eyes wander down for a moment, before looking back at you. "I just realised I don't even know your name yet."
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S'ok. Johnson's just twitchy you know. Drink?
Kinkou nodded at the bar.
I'm buying
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S'ok. Johnson's just twitchy you know. Drink?
Kinkou nodded at the bar.
I'm buying
"I get twitchy" Magpie thought, his fingers clenching and unclenching around the Psyche baggie. There would be time for that later. Maybe in the meet when he needed to focus. He nodded at the offer of a drink.
"Sure. I'll drink to that. So, you know what's goin' on with Ms. Johnson then?"
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Alexander watched as the 'excitement' went to find some privacy whilst trying to hide his own disappointment. Just my luck! rotten week, rotten weather outside, should of known it was too good to be true with this dower thought he went back to his drink. Seeing the obvious moves of 'feathers' nearby Alexander shifted uncomfortably and kept surveying the bar for any signs of potential activity that could liven up his somber mood.
[spoiler=Perception]
Skill 3
Attribute 4
7d6.hits(5)=2 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4432107/)
Woo-hoo 2 hits and a glitch![/spoiler]
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Kinkou nodded at the barman another and one of what feathers was drinking before turning back to him.
Not yet, Our guy is schmoozing her for the info and pricing as we speak. Whats your line of work? I take it your a mojo slinger? she said, eyeing up his garish outfit.
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"The winds of fate had seen to knock me to the ground." Magpie said, raising his arms as he started to tell a story. His previously somewhat lazy drawl of a voice also became stronger and more confident . He clearly liked telling tales, or maybe he just liked telling this one.
"I had no job, no money, no home and my little chickie had just hatched. I did not want to be a bad man. Did not want to be a bad father, scrounging from his other and then, I dreamt." He lowered his arms and grinned.
"The great Manitou, Raven had seen fit to look upon me in my despair. Now, Raven is a trickster god who likes to play tricks on the proud, and take advantage of their woes, but hidden in that darkness he also has kindness and caring for his young. He came to me in my dreams and gave me the gift. He taught me how to look after myself and my people." he chuckled.
"So, yeah. I sling mojo fer Raven, fer Money and fer big momma nature. What 'bout you, chummer?"
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@Kinkou <<Not just yet - better to get the team put together so I know what I'm working with. Actually, if you can find a hacker type, I could probably use some research in here; would give me a leg up on negotiations.>>
He gave miss Cooper a sympathetic smile, while he did a quick calculation in his head. His running name sounded a little too intimidating, so he was weighing the risks of using his real name. "Just call me Jimmy. Now, wetwork's a pretty heavy thing - there's a lot of runners who won't even touch it - but it sounds like what you're after has two parts to it; figuring out what really happened, and paying evil unto evil as it were. As to the first part... Did your father have any enemies you can think of?"
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@Patch
You look around, trying to find something interesting when your eyes rest on an Asian woman talking to the man with the feather coat. Although you can't quite hear what they're saying, you see the man waving around with big gestures, and you seem to see him slip something in the girl's drink.
@Shark
The woman answers without even thinking. "Of course he didn't have enemies! Everyone loved him!" After a moment of reflection, however, she says "Although he was in talks about merging the company with another one before he was murdered..."
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"That certainly could be motive... What company was it? Anyone take issue with it, or stand to lose out so far as you know?" In a just world, these are the questions that someone in law enforcement should have been asking her, but such was the sad state of affairs under which they lived.
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well... I'm an adept. Not many places I can't get into to be honest.
If you fancy some work then you're in, we'll need a mojo-man.
You know anyone else in here? We could do with a decker
okay, no worries. What have we got from the johnson so far? Mojo slinger is in, working on a decker. Got any recommendations?
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"I'm afraid I don't know those details. He never discussed business, and I never asked" answered miss Cooper. "All I know is that it was stressing him out."
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@Kinkou <<Well, there's a burnout-looking ork with what seems to be a cyberdeck and some grizzled bastard who looks like a bit of an old hand; thought I marked them for you before I came back here? The ork kinda looks more promising - what with the deck and all - but might as well check into the both of them.>>
"I'd imagine so. Now, I have to ask some difficult questions - how did he supposedly commit suicide? Was there a message of any sort?"
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"No messages were left behind" says the woman before holding her breath. You can see this is an attempt at controlling her emotions. When she composes herself, she continues with "Knight Errand left me a copy of their report if you want. That and ¥20,000 is all I can give you, really."
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well... I'm an adept. Not many places I can't get into to be honest.
If you fancy some work then you're in, we'll need a mojo-man.
You know anyone else in here? We could do with a decker
okay, no worries. What have we got from the johnson so far? Mojo slinger is in, working on a decker. Got any recommendations?
"Nah, sorry brah. I don't know any deckers. Hell, my pad ain't even got a stable matrix connection. I'm a lil' green wi' sneakin' an' entry as you may 'ave noticed. Gonna have to look inta that if'm gonna make this a t'ing, yeh? Lotta beasties out there can't be put down wi'out it. Most o' my client's be liking th' magic fire support an' all though." He chuckled.
"Still'm sure if we wait around long enough Raven'll see to point someone our way, eh? This other dude you've worked with - you been on many run wi' 'im before? No deckers come with then?"
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Seeing 'feathers' slipping something into the chicks drink was just the sort of thing that was unfortunately too common in a place like this. But hey if she was here and talking to a creep like that on her own she should know what to expect. Real excitement seemed to be mysterious and elusive tonight for poor Alexander. Yeah that seems about right for the creep in here and feathers there sure seems to fit the bill! Better keep an eye out in case my services are needed later. with this thought he decided to turn his attentions once again to his drink.
Maintaining a constant view on the chick talking with feathers just to make sure that nothing happens. It wasn't too long before he remembered the mess he'd left at the clinic, a SINless corpse was ll he needed right now.I really should deal with that mess before it become a endless amount of paperwork moving outside into poor weather Alexander once again puffs up the lapels on his greatcoat and huddles into dry corner to spark up a cigarette and called one of contacts, Hannibal Smith a dirty scum monger he acted as a middle man and organ-legger for him.
Hey Hannibal,
I've got a small package for you to collect at the surgery if you could swing by later tonight?
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well if shit hits the fan, fire always helps.
Yeah I've run with this guy before, goes by handle of Shark. Talks a good talk y'know. What shall I know you as then chummer?
Looks like we've got a decker in mind. Here, look after my drink would ya, I'm gonna go introduce myself
//No, just got the bird man, but I see him. How we doing on payment? These guys will need to know what the offer is//
Kinkou passes her pint over and struts up to the techie. No point beating around the bush;
hoi chummer, you looking for work?
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@Patch
As you're finishing your cigarette, a reply from Hannibal comes in. "I'm busy tonight, but if it's all the same to you, tomorrow morning is my only free slot."
@Kinkou
You make your way closer to the ork. The closer you get, the more haggard he looks. His thin left hand is holding a drink and he's looking at you as you make your approach, but his right hand, bandaged, is twitching. He smiles at your offer, answering "Does an AI want a body?"
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Seeing Hannibal's response was hardly surprising given the way the rest of his night had gone so far. Yeah that seem about right... still tomorrow morning is as good as any time I guess.
Initiate message protocol v0.1
To: Hannibal
Yeah dude tomorrow morning is fine.
I've got nothing else going on at the moment after all.
If i'm not there key is in the usual place and the package is in locker 4.
Have a good one.
<<Send Message>>
With the mess of the clinic now off his mind he decided to finish this night off the way it had started and went back inside to drown his sorrows. He approached the bar and tried to see if he could spot the chick who was talking with feathers earlier while summoning the barman. Should make sure the chick is alright still
Barman, can i get a brew over here!
[spoiler=Perception]
7d6.hits(5)=3 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4433083/)[/spoiler]
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Magpie stood at the bar with a drink, looking over at Kinkou as she spoke with the decker. "Burned out old orc seems a bit desperate. But who am I to judge such things?" Magpie thought to himself. Aware of his own earlier actions, Magpie scanned the bar looking for anybody who seemed to be paying too much attention to them. If they were to be going on a run for the rich woman, there is a chance that others would wish to take advantage of one who stands out from this crowd so much. May wish them to fail before they even started.
[Spoiler=Perception]
Intuition 3
Perception 2
Actively Looking 3
8d6.hits(5) → [3,2,1,2,2,1,2,1] = (0) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4433086/)
That was close!
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@Patch
You step back into the establishment, the dim lights and the smoke enveloping you as you sit back down at the bar. The bartender gives you another of whatever it was you were drinking and you notice the Asian woman is now talking to a sick-looking ork.
OOC: make a medical knowledge roll to get a better description of the ork.
@Magpie
Looking around the bar, no one stands out besides the Asian woman with her lip piercings and her jacket full of different patches.
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look, I'm trying to put a team together and we need some support in the 'Trix.
That sound like your kinda fun? {looking at his hand} question is though pal, you look pretty worse for wear; you gonna last the run?
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Seeing the sick looking Orc as the Barman give him another grog beer, his professional instinct take over as he tries to asses and diagnose the Orc and what is wrong with him:
[spoiler=Medicine roll]
11d6.hits(5)=3 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4433096/)
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@Kinkou
The ork follows your gaze to his hand. "Don't worry about this" says the man as he puts his right hand down under the bar, away from your line of sight. "You don't need to be in top physical shape to run in the 'trix, you know what I mean?" continues the ork with a wink at the end. "I'm Gigabits, by the way."
@Patch
A quick look at the ork is all you need, you've seen this a million times in your line of work. He's suffering from malnutrition and mild dehydration. And the obvious cyberdeck seals the deal: he's a textbook BTL junkie, no mistaking it. You've treated enough of them to know how to spot them without fail.
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all right man, stick around, we'll chat later.
Kinkou smiles at him as she walks over to the grizzled looking vet, taking in his confident stance as he sips his drink.
She composes a reply mentally through her AR feed, dodging the customers in the busy bar area.
//decker needs the work but doesn't look in the "prime of his life" shall we say..
Gonna chat with the old boy.
She flashes a smile at him as she approaches, dodging a punter carrying three beers.
Yo chummer, how's your night going?
You in need of work?
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Seeing the junkie is no surprise in this neighborhood, all too common in fact, he couldn't help but think Damned junkies, I really need to get some money in soon before this neighborhood gets the better of me. Returning to his drink the actions of this chick seemed even more odd. First feathers now this junkie, something felt odd.She's no ordinary chick is she? I wonder what she's up to? maybe there will be some excitement tonight after all
As she started walking towards him, deftly moving with a subtle grace and flashing him a cheeky smile it seemed excitement was coming his way!
Leaning back on the bar as she arrived he puffed up his chest and spoke in his gravely tones,
Well hello Miss,
i must say you are somewhat of an enigma,
I have to say i'm surprised to see you, especially offering work, i was starting to think you might be a but bunraku but clearly not.
what sort of work do you have in mind then my dear?
Oh and BTW the junkies lies are usually convincing, but that aint no deck its a chip player for a tired old chip head.
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Kinkou laughed a little
Bunraku ain't exactly my style. We're in discussions with a Johnson at the moment and I'm trying to put a team together.
[she looks back at the "decker"]
Thanks for the heads up on that guy, thought he looked too far gone.
You've got a good eye chummer. What's your speciality?
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This chick, had style and was upfront and honest, all good a start, the offer of work sounded good it seems it was worth hanging around as the excitement is just starting.
My specialty,
Interesting question, I always think of myself as a medic, but i'm certainly no stranger to a computer either.
What about you whats your spec good miss, given your smile and charm i'd guess face but your grace on teh floor suggests otherwise?
Infiltrator perhaps?
The Names is Dr Derran Jensen by the way and it my please to me you miss...
Deliberately leaving a the pause and stare waiting for his new comrade to fill in the gap as he extended his hand for a shake.
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She flashed him another smile
I'm an adept, a free runner. Not many places I can't get to. Not bad with locks and can charm your typical fat middle aged security guard too. Shark is the guy that is heading up negotiations, he's a good frontman, worked with him before. [she nods at feathers] he's on board, mojo slinger; if you couldn't tell already.
She extended her hand and shook.
Kinkou. Medic and 'Trix support sounds good. Stick around yeah? We'll grab the back room once sharks finished up with the Johnson and hash out the details.
we've got the vet and the mojo slinger. The old boy knows his stuff, does the Trix and is handy with a medpack by all regards. The "decker" kid was a false positive. How you getting on with the Johnson?
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Stick around...
with the chance to work with a beauty like you how could i walk away now?
Alexander couldn't resist a chance to get a cheeky comment in there it wasn't every day a a situation like this came about.
Exciting night in deed.
So Kinkou can i get you another drink while we wait for the room?
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ha, cool it man. Yeah, sick of soybeer now, the stuff in here tastes like yesterday's dregs.. Fancy something a bit harder?
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something harder sounds like just the ticket to me.
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Kinkou flashed him a smile
Grab us a couple of scotch then, on ice please
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Magpie was still standing at the bar and watching the asian woman and her new companion. He flashed a smile in her direction and made his way through the crowds with the drink of hers he was still holding.
"So, we found a hacker then?" The shaman asked, nodding towards the Doctor.
"Doesn't look like much, eh chummer?" He chuckled.
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Seeing the 3 of you gather around together, Gigabits comes over and starts talking to everyone. "Alright, this looks like it'll be a fun run. How much are we getting for it?" asks the ork, his left hand covering his right.
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Sorry chummer, you didn't make the cut this time, maybe next time pal.
Instinctively she honed her mana inwards, increasing her reactions as she subconsciously checked her knife was still in its sheath with a subtle brush of her hand.
She hated chip heads, they could snap at any second. Losing a potential payday was enough of a trigger in these parts.
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The ork looks surprised and distressed at the same time. "What do you mean, omae? You need a matrix guy, I'm your guy!" says Gigabits, repeatedly tapping his chest with his right hand. "I know the 'trix like the back of my hand."
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The ork looks surprised and distressed at the same time. "What do you mean, omae? You need a matrix guy, I'm your guy!" says Gigabits, repeatedly tapping his chest with his right hand. "I know the 'trix like the back of my hand."
Magpie nodded towards Patches, indicating they'd found another decker (he assumed) Even if that wasn't the case he'd take the chance to kick the man whilst he was down. Just for fun of course.
"You didn't make the cut, eh?" Magpie said, intense silver-grey eyes staring into those of the Chiphead.
"You win some, you lose some. An old boy like you knows dems tha kicks." He chuckled. Remembering he was still holding the drinks from earlier, Magpie took a sip of one of them and held it out to the chiphead Orc.
"Here's ya consolation prize. Now frag off an' stop annoyin' us."
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The ork looks sideways at Magpie, annoyed. "I don't need your drink, Feathers." He turns around and walks a few steps before turning back once more. "Just know I'll remember this" are his parting words as he wanders off into the dance floor and is quickly lost in the crowd.
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Kinkou takes a breath as the anticipatory adrenaline wore off
Thanks, you never know when a chiphead is going to go over the edge. Just keep your eye out for him yeah?
Nodding towards the old pint of lager, she said;
Ah, you can sling that now, it'll be warm and flat. We're on the scotch now. you joining us?
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"He's a chiphead?" Magpie asked, raising an eyebrow
"Figgered there were some sort of bad vibes coming our way. Prob'ly 'armless. Those chips such the soul out of a man, make him weak." He nodded to himself, scratching his chin.
"But even Rat can hurt a man when he feels trapped, you get me? I'll keep my eyes open for that one. The rage has been redirected my way. I can deal." Dropping the lager onto a nearby table, he nodded at the idea of scotch.
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As Patch remained still and calm during the whole interaction he wished he could help the poor guy, Obviously delusional this was no doubt going to be cause a complex in him mind and the way a chip head works it won;t be long before he obsesses further.
Shame the guys forced him off, maybe I could have helped? Doubt we've seen the last of him somehow though...
watching him storm off Alexander turned tom his new comrades...
So feathers, what was it i saw you trying to slip into kinkou's drink here? and whats your name for that matter?
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judge intentions (6d6.hits(5)=2) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4435681/)
Kinkou is visibly shocked at Patch's comment, she does her best to discern whether this was an in-joke or an accusation.
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Maggie raised his eye at the accusation. Had the dude seen him playing with his baggie and come to the complete wrong conclusion?
"I ain't slipped anythin' anywhere." he said, honestly.
"That'd be a waste o' time fer a fella with mojo, eh, chummer?" The idea that all mages could control minds was still a pretty common memento amongst those magically uneducated. Of course, that was something Raven favoured, so even the magically educated would realise there was some truth behind the Shaman's words.
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"No messages were left behind" says the woman before holding her breath. You can see this is an attempt at controlling her emotions. When she composes herself, she continues with "Knight Errand left me a copy of their report if you want. That and ¥20,000 is all I can give you, really."
@Kinkou "Good work. Do me a favour and get the vet to look into a Harold Cooper, would you? Died recently in an apparent suicide; additionally, any information on a daughter would be useful here."
"Hm. Trouble is, I've got a team of four assembled here, and after expenses 20k split four ways doesn't come to all that much as these things go, especially for wetwork - and that's a pretty heavy thing to be taking to these guys as it is, you know? Getting to the bottom of this isn't exactly sounding like a small job, either; someone's going to be very invested in keeping it quiet, probably bribed KE for those purposes already. If I'm gonna keep these guys on board, I'll need to go to them with something that's going to justify the risk." He was walking a bit of a tightrope here, balancing presenting himself as being on her side with this against his own interests; he'd realized, though, that his best tack here was playing the role of the fixer. By keeping the meet just between the two of them, he could present any concerns of his as those of the anonymous-to-her team, and make like he was forming a barrier to protect her from the rigours of his world. I really should look at sidelining as a fixer; expect I'd be pretty good at it, really.
Charisma 7 + Influence 4 + Glamour 3 + Tailored Pheromones 3 + First Impression 2 (19d6.hits(5)=5) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4436199/)
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Miss Cooper looks at Shark, then seems to think for a moment. "I guess I could sell a few things... ¥22,500 would be the most I could do. I can give you ¥5,000 up front though" says the woman as she looks through her purse and pulls out a credstick. She hands it over to Shark along with a chip, expecting this would conclude that part of business. "Here is the KE report I got. My comm code is on it, so please contact me when the matter is settled. I really do wish this to be done as soon as possible."
With that, the woman stands up and is ready to leave, waiting for Shark's cue to leave the room.
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Looks like we've got a target, Harold cooper. Recent death, apparent suicide. {Nodding at patch} looks like one for you, any chance you can check out the credentials? Looks like our johnson is his daughter. Background checks on her too then I guess..
//Passed that on, any word on how much the payday is gonna be? We need to know what we're working for here//
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Hearing and seeing the shock in 'feathers' response and the obvious shock of kinkou it was apparent that Alexander had missed something obvious. With a tired look on his face Alexander starts to question his own eyes Did i really see him slip her something?
Yeah guess it would be a waste of time,
Sorry about the accusation, Guess i'm a bit out it.
Had a very long day.....
So whats your name chummer?
Getting anxious about the job he probes his new team further.
Harold Cooper and daughter... I'll get searching in a bit,
Just want to meet the rest of the front man and clear up a few details, I mean do we even know anything about the job yet?
Like how much we're getting paid
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Hearing and seeing the shock in 'feathers' response and the obvious shock of kinkou it was apparent that Alexander had missed something obvious. With a tired look on his face Alexander starts to question his own eyes Did i really see him slip her something?
Yeah guess it would be a waste of time,
Sorry about the accusation, Guess i'm a bit out it.
Had a very long day.....
So whats your name chummer?
Getting anxious about the job he probes his new team further.
Harold Cooper and daughter... I'll get searching in a bit,
Just want to meet the rest of the front man and clear up a few details, I mean do we even know anything about the job yet?
Like how much we're getting paid
Magpie grinned wide.
"Don't worry, chummer. I ain't offended. I try to take these things with a grain o' salt. Lotta bad people out on dese streets, yeah." He nodded.
"My name? I like Feathers, actually. I've been called it enough tonight that I think I will keep it." He pulled his coat outwards as if a pair of wings, covered in feathers as it was.
"Yeah, I t'ink it fits me well,"
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He's not mentioned it yet which makes me think that aspect of business is still being finalised
Kinkou takes a swig of the scotch and motions to the barman to get one in for Feathers.
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Miss Cooper looks at Shark, then seems to think for a moment. "I guess I could sell a few things... ¥22,500 would be the most I could do. I can give you ¥5,000 up front though" says the woman as she looks through her purse and pulls out a credstick. She hands it over to Shark along with a chip, expecting this would conclude that part of business. "Here is the KE report I got. My comm code is on it, so please contact me when the matter is settled. I really do wish this to be done as soon as possible."
With that, the woman stands up and is ready to leave, waiting for Shark's cue to leave the room.
"I'll find a way to keep everyone in play; you'll here from me when business is settled." He nodded to her, knowing that she was waiting for some indication before she left. He waited a minute after he heard the door close - giving her time to exit the bar - before getting up to clear the team with the bouncer to come back and join him.
@Kinkou <<Johnson's out the door. Troll by the door to backstage should be expecting you, figure it's better for us to talk back here than out there.>>
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Kinkou watched the johnson come out of the back room
{nodding at the well dressed woman leaving the back room} Guys, that's our Johnson. When she's gone we head to the back room to talk business.
Kinkou grabs a drink for Shark and heads over to the door guarded by the troll.
We need to get into the back room, apparently you're expecting us..
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The troll looks at Kinkou and the rest of the crew, mentally ticking a list. "Go right on ahead, first door on your left." He moves over and lets the trio in before closing the door behind the last person entering, leaving you in the dimly lit hallway.
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Kinkou leads the way; opening the door and taking a seat at the table next to Shark.
Shark, we've got Patch here and this is Feathers. Got you a scotch, fancy bringing us up to speed?
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"Thanks for the drink. Basically, Johnson's father died recently, KE ruled it a suicide, she doesn't think that's what happened. Wants us to figure out what really happened, and then she wants revenge. Payday's only 22,500 in sum, 5000 up front, but I'm willing to bet there's more to be had in all this."
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Magpie raised an eyebrow, and looked at shark, mouthing aloud doing the maths; working out how much money they would each be getting. Whether it would be enough to keep his house, and keep him psyched. Obviously, he figured it would be.
The promise of something extra kept him interested. Hell, the idea of work and showing off a little was enough for the Shaman. Magpie was not a particularly cerebral figure, but he knew what he liked and wanted out of life. Money was good for Magpie and his people. As was the chance to exercise his powers; but on that front he had a concern.
"Far be it from me to question why I am here beyond the need for any smart man to have magical back up, but so far it don't look like dere's much use fer my mojo. We know anyt'ing about the body? How it was found - wether 'e'd 'ave enemies who'd be willin' ter use the arts against 'im?"
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it isn't much but it'll cover the rent
As for your mojo, we don't know who this guy was mixed up with. Obviously it can't be your friendly local greengrocer if we're suspecting murder..
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"Got the report here for what it's worth; figured on getting the vet here to look it over and find out if the body's still intact, maybe take a look at that. As for the mojo, no idea what we're dealing with here, but it might help to know what you can do."
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Magpie nodded. It made sense after all. There were a lot of different spells out there.
"Raven is me man, 'e's taught me all sorts'a useful stuff. Callin' lightnin'. Shieldin' people from spell an' bullets. movin' an' throwing things aroun' flyin' if I wanna fly. " He chuckled, raising his arms when he talked of flight.
"Pretty diverse, I like to think. I can't heal or cloud minds - yet - but I can plant thoughts in fellas heads if I want ta." He glanced at Patch. He wasn't lying about the mind control, but his was the subtle kind that wormed it's way into a mans head rather than the puppeteering of the mages in the trids. Fast way to get yourself shot, that.
" I can summon th' spirits o' nature and of man, but I don't bind and I don't banish. If they turn nasty on me, i'll dispose of 'em by other means. I got strong mojo, but Raven ain't taught me the finer aspect o' control. I like ta' think i'm pretty adaptable an' that I can keep chummers safe from th' things tha' go bump in the night."
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Kinkou perked up at the mention of mind control.
That might come in mighty handy when we're convincing people to talk.
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"Don't usually need help getting people to talk." He leaned back and chuckled confidently. "Still, a simple nudge or two in the right place can be good for a lot."
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Magpie chuckled and changed the subject, sipping on his scotch.
"So, we got magic, a face an' a medic computer type fella." He indicated Patch with a wave of his hand. He then looked at Kinkou.
"What dyou do, other than have great taste in music?" At that, he nodded to all of the badges on her jacket.
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Seeing the group and finally meeting the face 'Shark' it was clear to see where he got his name from, his poker face was impressive to say the least. He listened to the job and thought to himself Seems simple enough, plenty of freedom, pay will keep surgery going for a few months, why not?
Yeah I'll give the report the once over, just send it on,
besides I've got a contact or two that may be able to help out.
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The Name is Dr Derran Jensen by the way.
or as Kinkou here, said patch will do just fine.
Are there any time limits or other restrictions we are bound by then Mr Shark?
I mean if I could get a good nights rest before looking too hard it would be helpful as I spent most of today taking bullets out of someone.
Alexander sits sipping his scotch waiting to here a little more form his new comrades.
The fatigue clearly showing on his tired face
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Kinkous smiled, admiring her jacket as she took the compliment.
I do a bit of everything, but getting into places is my thing. I'm a free runner.
All that crazy shit you see on the trids, the wall running and huge jumps, that's my thing
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"Timeline isn't really specific, but she did say she wanted things resolved as soon as possible. Nothing wrong with grabbing some rest, Doc, but if you could get me that info on Harold Cooper and his family ASAP, I'd appreciate it - was actually hoping to get that before negotiations ended, but things drew to a close before there was any chance of that anyways. Either way, I still need to vet her," And the two of you, for that matter, he didn't say but certainly thought "Given that none of this was arranged through a fixer. So anything you can dig up would be helpful on that front, and give us a start on figuring out what happened." He'd started putting a mental list together as to what kind of hand he was playing with here, but needed to fill in a few blanks.
"Now, Kinkou and I have worked together before, so I think I've got a pretty good idea what all she can do. As for you two, though, I'm a little less sure... Is it basically just the medical and hacking stuff with you, Patch? Do any sort of rigging or anything? You do much of anything besides the mojo, Mag? How are you guys if a fight happens?"
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"Yeah, you look like yer pretty flexible. I like ta think i'm a little athletic myself, but when Raven let's ya fly wi' him, well, yer don't think so much about keepin' yerself in top shape, y'know? Maybe after this job you can gimme a work out." Magpie grinned at Kinkou, before turning attention to Shark.
"I'm a bit o' a night bird, so I can start askin' around as soon as if yer like. As for my skills; Well, I can handle myself if need be, but the main focus is on the mojo." Magpie admitted.
"It takes a lotta concentration ta make sure you don't accidentally summon somethin' from the dark depths o' the astral, y'know. I was always better at talking myself outta trouble than fighting, but I lived in the barrens for long enough that I know my way around the streets."
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i'll race you any day feathers. Can't promise I won't kick your arse though she said with a grin
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It was a welcome comfort to Alexander to see someone taking control he wasn't much of a leader and this shark fellow certainly was. he was asking the right questions too giving him an heir of confidence in his abilities and the healthy paranoia that kept runners alive. It reminded him of the relationship he used to have with his old friend before Bogota and the rivers of blood...I like this guy, must make sure not to mess this gig up
Well then Sharky my boy!
You want to know about me?
Yes medical is certainly my area of expertise, in fact I have a street surgery just a couple of blocks over. The trix and I always did agree and while I'm no expert I can certainly hold my own against those cops spider types. I've learnt to rig out of necessity, down in Bogota I ran all the support functions for the team from logistics medical, surveillance you name it. lost most of my gear on the way back and need to rebuild the inventory but I still have a few toys in my arsenal.
Combat and me however don't mix, I always prefer to not do combat and having seen more than my fair share of wounds you can be sure I don't go seeking it out either. I'll defend myself if needed and my trusty Taser hasn't let me down so far.
Now let me see what I can get you on the Cooper's before I go...
Alexander reaches into his coat and lifts out his Airware loading up the browse program, to find out all he can on the Cooper pair. Opening an AR window in his image link he sits patiently in the room navigating the myriad of events out there on the 'trix.
Open Search Protocol v1.1
Search parameters:
- Harold Cooper
- - Media Coverage
- - - Suicide
- - Business Holdings
- - Family Relationships
[Initiate Search]
Searching...
[spoiler=Data Search Rolls]
Not sure how many rolls you need so I have done several
Computer Skill group [Data Search skill] - 4
Browse program - 3
Cyber-ware [Encephalon] - +1
Qualities [Analytical Mind] - +2
10d6.hits(5)=4, 10d6.hits(5)=5, 10d6.hits(5)=4, 10d6.hits(5)=2, 10d6.hits(5)=6 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4442600/)
No Glitches[/spoiler]
I'm searching for now Mr Shark I'll leave the police report for now want to have more time to make sure its safe first!
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@Patch
You surf the matrix, searching in the usual spots before going on the roads less travelled. The most recent article you find, dated less than two days ago, talks about SFT (Seattle Future Technologies), Ares' biggest weapons contractor, undergoing restructuring after the owner, Harold Cooper, committed suicide.
A different article, dated 5 days ago, talks about SFT being in talks with another weapons company (California Arms) about a possible merger. It also says that SFT had borrowed money to work on some project, but the project wasn't advancing like it should have and the debt was forcing the owner's hand.
You find snippets here and there concerning the Coopers, and you gather that Mrs Cooper passed away 5 years ago from cancer, and miss Cooper is an only child. Neither of them were involved in the company.
Finally, you find a footnote somewhere saying Mr. Cooper will have a private funeral tomorrow.
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Well the Sharky, and the rest of you for that matter
I have some good leads to go off for now until I can get back to my proper link, and do some more in depth research.
I'll stick it on a chip for you....
Alexander downloads the data to a chip and casually slides in to the middle of the table before speaking again
Initial glance over the information suggest foul play,
there's too much coincidence with these business dealings and the timing of the death,
and in my experience believing in coincidence is either naivety or ignorance.
...
The Funeral for Mr Cooper is tomorrow, a private function will dig a little deeper on that one try to find a location.
Returning to his AR display he probes deeper into the details of the funeral making sure to note the ID's of Nodes as he goes.
Open Search Protocol v1.1
Search parameters:
- Harold Cooper
- - Funeral
- - - Location
- - - Time
[Initiate Search]
Searching...
[spoiler=Data Search Rolls]
Not sure how many rolls you need so I have done several
Computer Skill group [Data Search skill] - 4
Browse program - 3
Cyber-ware [Encephalon] - +1
Qualities [Analytical Mind] - +2
10d6.hits(5)=4, 10d6.hits(5)=5, 10d6.hits(5)=4 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4444119/)
No glitches[/spoiler]
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Magpie scratched his head, nodding at the new information. He did not move to take the chip, trusting that someone would disseminate it for his information. It wasn't that he didn't trust computers so much as he saw very little use for them, even with the every present matrix.
"If one of you can get me inta th' funeral, I might be able ter assense the folk attending. Read their emotions; see if anyone is trying to hide anything." He suggested.
"You cannot hide your feelings from a man who can read your soul." He grinned.
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@Patch
You look into the Matrix once more, but this time you're very precise about what you want. You move past a lot of garbage information until you find exactly what you're looking for: the funeral will be held at 10:00 tomorrow morning, at the "Other Gate" funeral home. The address for the place is provided and a basic search shows you it is not so far from the Cooper residence.
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"Hate to say it, Mags, but you can't be going to that funeral. You're too damn obvious, and Miss Cooper will definitely recognize you and have you tossed out, given how you acted tonight. But then again, you don't have to be there physically, do you? Couldn't you do your thing from the Astral plane or whatever? Either that, or if I can get eyes on, I've got a pretty good eye for reading people." He mulled things over for a second - there wasn't really a fighter in the bunch; he could hold things down in a firefight pretty well himself, but even so he didn't consider himself much of a Street Sam or anything of the like.
"I've been assuming that the motive for whatever happened had to do with the merger... If we can get a list of funeral attendees, we might be able to figure out who would benefit from this."
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Hearing the request of the shark he delves once more into the trix.
Open Search Protocol v1.1
Search parameters:
- Harold Cooper
- - Funeral
- - - Guest List
[Initiate Search]
Searching...
[spoiler=Data Search Rolls]
Not sure how many rolls you need so I have done several
Computer Skill group [Data Search skill] - 4
Browse program - 3
Cyber-ware [Encephalon] - +1
Qualities [Analytical Mind] - +2
10d6.hits(5)=2, 10d6.hits(5)=0, 10d6.hits(5)=3 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4444915/)
If you need any more rolls let me know.[/spoiler]
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@Patch
Your search for a guest list turns up nothing.
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nothing saying we can't ask miss cooper to attend. I'm sure she'd be fine with it if she thinks it might help? If not, I've got a tiny drone or can find a nice perch to watch things from afar?
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"And I'd definitely take odds on the idea that the killer's gonna be there, so getting myself into play might not be a bad idea."
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"Still, even with Cooper there I will need to survey the place in my Astral form, if I wish to read anything that way." Magpie said. A look of momentary concern crossed his face, but soon past. He preferred his magic routed in the physical, but he had a wide enough selection of spells usable in the Astral if something did go terribly wrong, he was a dab hand at calling in Spirits on the fly.
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I've got some more details on the funeral.
Its at 10:00 hours tomorrow morning, at the "Other Gate" funeral home.
The address for the place is provided on the chip.
Alexader looks over to shark indicating he wanted a private word.
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ok, we expecting any media attention tomorrow?
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It's supposed to be a 'private' funeral so I wouldn't expect too much media attention,
Of course those damned paps never did understanding the meaning of that word.
Alexander responds quickly to Kinkou's query and sits back in his chair waiting to see what everyone does next
Yeah those damned pap really do just make your life their business if your not careful
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Jimmy noticed Patch indicating he wants a private word, and figured it was as good a time as any to get commcodes passed around. He tossed up an ARO with his for Patch and Magpie's benefit. "Think you can forward the data to me, Doc?" Left unsaid, of course, was that they could also have their private discussion this way.
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Seeing the shark's active ARO he quickly noted the comm code and sent a copy of all the infrmation he had found on the Coopers.
Send message
- SHARK
I'm going to head off and back to the clinic.
Need to get my link as this one is just slowing me down.
I would appreciate it if you dropped in later as I have a secure link for our Mrs J.
I just don't trust other peoples comms to be secure, especially someone so green to this world.
<mapsoft file attached>
[spoiler=Mapsoft]The file includes direcions to the clinic a few blocks away.[/spoiler]
After a suitable pause Alexander stands in his and announces his intentions with his tiredness getting the better of him. right then chummers, I'm calling it. Will catch you all later. May I suggest we meet at my surgery at 0800 to get ready for the funeral. Its just a few blocks from here.
Leaving the bar nodding to and thanking both the troll security and barman as he left he turned up the lapels on his greatcoat and headed out into the druggery of the stimied weather for the short walk back to is clinic.
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@Patch <<She doesn't want much contact - basically just a notification that matters are resolved. That's why I'm not sure if I should be going to the funeral, actually...>>
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Noticing his comm beeping in his pocket, Magpie took it out and saw the 'friend request' from Shark, so he added the Face and then the others when they all exchanged codes.
"Probably need to invest in goggles" He thought to himself. Still, it was good to have someone who could see the real world. Not just the world that the corps wanted everybody to see. Sure, it may be a lot more dull, but he had his own means around that which didn't really on technology. Nevertheless, it was useful to have the option.
"I better get off too. I've got some home-grown cantaloupe I want to eat before they go off." He grinned. The foods weren't the real priority, however. The Johnson and her dad reminded him that he had his own daughter; he was going to send her a comm message if he could get the signal at home. You never knew when someone would up and murder you.
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Alright guys, if we're wrapping up for the night then I'm going to head home via the funeral parlour, see if I can get the lay of the land. See you in the morning.
Kinkou added all the contacts to her "team" list, bade everyone farewell and headed out through the busy crowd. It sounded like the band had wrapped up but the crowd was still lively, forming a mass of people two-to-three deep at the bar.
The night air came as a relief to the sweaty crush of the bar, a slight breeze tugging at Kinkou's hair as she headed over to her bike.
She punched in the address details, popped her helmet on and headed off to the funeral parlour.
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"Eh, omae." Magpie addressed Kinkou.
"If you're headin' out to the funeral home, you mind a bit of company? Figure the smart money's on checking out the Astral roun' there. Make sure there's no unpleasant surprises fer me if I try an' waltz in tomorrow.
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Sure, you mind riding pillion or you got your own wheels?
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@Patch
You exit the bar, the air still moist and small puddles lining the streets. Your short trip back home is uneventful and you make your way to bed promptly.
Later, at night, you get woken up by the doorbell. An AR display shows you it's the same human that has been coming to see you for about 2 months now. "Come on doc, my back hurts real bad. I really need some meds, please" says the man to the camera. You've suspected the man to be an addict, which is why you never took him seriously before, but the timing of this particular visit is unusual, even for him.
@Kinkou & Magpie
You put the coordinates on your bike and head out to the parlour. Under two hours later, clearly in a much better part of town, you arrive to your destination. The building is grim, as expected, but of a somewhat new-age design. This late at night, there doesn't seem to be anyone at work, but you are quite sure your bike's credentials have already been scanned half a dozen times in this neighbourhood.
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Knowing that Doc Patch wanted to turn in, Jimmy opted to drop by his clinic first. On his way out, though, he made sure to thank the bouncer and the bartender for letting them impose like that - thank them, and tip generously. After all, he might want to use the back room there again some time.
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Kinkou was glad for the spoof chip and morphing plate on the bike, this place was far too swanky to have your actual records on file.
She set the sensor feed to "record" as she drove past the parlor slowly, having a good look around as they made the first pass.
perception roll, not a great start!
int 3, percep 3, enhancements 3 (9d6.hits(5)=1) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4446177/)
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@Kinkou
You drive by the parlour, looking at the building and its surroundings. Whether it be from the darkness, from you driving a tad too fast or just from tiredness, you don't seem to notice anything out of place or particularly interesting except maybe a few security cameras here and there. But from the looks of the neighbourhood, it doesn't surprise you.
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"Keep half an eye on me, 'case I slip." Magpie said from his position. He had ended up riding pillion after all. He didn't think he'd slip and he doubted Kinkou would let him fall. Still didn't hurt to be safe.
The Shaman rolled his eyes in the back of his head and they came back around glowing silver and he looked around the Astral planes for signs of anything of interest.
[spoiler=Assensing! Not sure if I get to add Hawk Eye to that.]
Int 3, Assensing 4, 7d6.hits(5) → [3,1,1,6,6,1,4] = (2) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4446201/)
Hawk Eye (if it counts) + 1 1d6.hits(5) → [5] = (1) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4446205/)[/spoiler]
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@ Magpie
You sit comfortably on the bike (or as comfortable as the second person can be) and you take a peek astrally. Looking at the funeral parlour, you see the place is lined with glyphs and seals, preventing anyone from going in, coming out or seeing anything through it.
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So, the place had more wards than Bruce Wayne. Typical.
"I can't see a thing on the Astral, Kinkou." Magpie warned the adept.
"Not sure how typical that is for a funeral home, to be honest. Maybe they're scared'a ghosts or whatever tryin'ta leave, but what it means is if there is anythin' in there we wanna know about, i'd have to be in the home itself."
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Yeah, I'm not getting much of use either. Fuck it, lets head home.
Kinkou pulled away smoothly, keeping the revs low so as not to wake the neighbours and headed for bed, dropping Feathers off on the way home.
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Magpie's house was quaint and suburban, it had plants and vegetables growing in a little patch in the garden and it even had a bit of moss growing on the roof. It was part of a commune in Bellvue, made of people -primarily natives, but some Anglos and others- who wanted to go back to nature. In short, it didn't really look like the sort of place a Shaman of Raven or a Shadowrunner would live.
Inside, the house had a number of tribal art around the place and his own Shamanic Lodge, which Magpie kept locked. The only real downsides were that the neighbors could be pretty nosy and the commune was pretty much off of the grid - both Matrix and power.
Seeing as it was extremely late, Magpie decided to put his plan to get in contact with his daughter on hold until tomorrow. He hoped he got the time.
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When the Shark arrives at the clinic Alexander passes him on his disposable commlinks: His disposable commlinks are always slaved to his main runner commlink his Hermes Ikon, running an encrypted channel they rejected any communication that doesn't come his commlink.
I know the J doesn't want much contact and to be honest that suits me too, but I still don;t want to trust my freedom to someone else's comms,
Besides if she wants no contact it would help if she has a deniable link, the fact that she doesn't just shows how green she is but then you knew that already didn't you?
I was hoping you could casually slip her it at the funeral... well i was hoping to do it tonight but that isn't going to happen now.
I'll be up early and see what I can dig up further.
After passing the link over to Shark he let him out before settling in for a quiet night in his meager dwelling, the bed was barely solid anymore and creaked whenever you moved but it was comfy and warm and that was all that mattered right now. Not the peeling moldy wallpaper not the damaged view screens and definitely not the cold tiled surgery downstairs with a corpse int eh freezer....
Damn nearly forgot about the corpse downstairs better set a reminder to open up late...
As the buzzer screams at his ears Alexander is woken from his sleep....half asleep the message come through kind of garbled or least at first then, he hers its before thinking to himself the same thing every doctor thinks at some point in their career...
Got damned it, why can't those fragging druggies just leave me alone.!
Throwing his greatcoat on over his grubby shirt and trackie bottoms he heads downstairs.
As he comes out of the stairwell he immediately see's earl shaking the outer caged door through the reinforced plastic windows of the surgery door. His moaning and groaning, the desperate plea for meds were just what he needed now, rubbing his eyes he headed to the door to find out what he wants.Why tonight? of all the bad timing... If this is linked to damned chip head I swear...
What do you want earl you know what time the surgery hours are?
We've discussed this and this just ain't cool bro.
Something felt off earl knew the rules and this was just a bit too unusual. reaching inside his greatcoat he readied his taser just in case. and had a good look around the area to make sure there were no surprises waiting for him.
[spoiler=Perception]
Attribute (INT) - 4
Skill - 3
7d6.hits(5)=4 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4448250/)[/spoiler]
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@Patch
You slightly open the door, not without the plasteel chain on, and you see Earl, standing in front of you, moaning and grunting. His act is pretty convincing, or at least you think it's an act, and he keeps on begging you to see him. "Come on doc, I think there's something wrong" says the man, extending his left hand forward. With the dim light you think you see a dark liquid covering his hand, almost crimson in colour, but you're not sure.
A look and you do notice Earl has a stiff right leg. For some reason, he seems to move around a lot but he's not moving his right leg. In the darkness, you can't be certain but you're quite sure you saw something move behind the car parked about 7 meters away from the entrance.
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With the crimson liquid covering his hand it looked bad especially if he iad lost movement in his leg. If he was treated quickly then it wouldn't be long before he was either paralysed or dead. All he needed now was a another body on iis doorstep.fragging hell, why tonigot earl ad for frag saee wiat have you gotten into and me for that matter seeing the movement behind the car Alexander still felt uneasy,it smelt like a trap.
Look Earl, I realy can't help you'll have to try the commity clnic.
Alexander felt wrong not helping as he should, but he needed to det a better read on eare before risking his life to whacever it is out there.
Earl did you come alone? as he says he peers out ol the door into the looming darkness trying to gauge Earl and see if he could see more om whats behind the car.
[spoiler=Dice Rolls]
Judge Intentions:
Attribute (INT) - 4
Attribute (CHA) - 4
8d6.hits(5)=2 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4449383/)
Perception:
Attribute (INT) - 4
Skill - 3
Actively looking - +3
10d6.hits(5)=3 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4449086/)
[/spoiler]
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@Patch
The human seems taken off guard for a moment and looks around, thinking of an answer. "No" starts the man, but quickly continues with "Of course I'm alone, doc. I need your help." He pleads for his case while you try to have a better peek of what might or might not be behind that car. You don't see much movement now and there doesn't seem to be anything out of place, but there is some sort of shadow you can see from underneath the car through occasional light reflections that is not sitting right with you. You have a bad feeling about this one.
As you're assessing the situation, Earl moves closer, begging you to have a look at him, dragging his leg along with him.
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with this feeling in his gut gnawing at him Alexander reluctantly proceeded to unchain the door, whether he liked it or not he was a healer at heart and he couldn't refuse a genuine plea for help, of course he wasn't a fool either. I may not like ti but I took the oath, an exciting night indeed., stalling for some time to prep he called out to Earl, Hold on there Earl and I'll get the gurney!
With this he closes the door and heads into the back of the clinic turning on the lights as he went.
Slipping out the side door he tried to move discretely round the side of the building to get a better look at the situation outside. this was all too close for Alexander but there wasn't time to sort out the drones as he would have preferred.
[spoiler=Dice Rolls]
Infiltration:
Attribute (AGI) - 2
Defaulting - (-1)
1d6.hits(5)=0 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4450030/)
Perception:
Attribute (INT) - 4
Skill - 3
Actively looking - +3
10d6.hits(5)=7 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4450031/)[/spoiler]
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@Patch
As you slip outside and come out to the side of the building, you get a clear view of the entrance and of the situation: you see Earl waiting at the door, looking behind him in the direction of the car. Behind the car is a figure, crouched. Although you can't see the person's face, you can clearly see they are armed: a shotgun, most probably a street sweeper. From your vantage point you can also see Earl has a buldge behing his leg that goes the whole length of it. Whatever it is, that is what is making his leg stiff.
As you're looking from the side of the building, Earl, which was looking at the other character, spots you and screams "There he is!" before pointing in your direction.
Roll initiative
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[spoiler=Initiative Roll]
Attribute (REA) - 3(4)
Attribute (INT) - 4
Combat Paralysis - (-half)
4d6.hits(5)=1 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4450043/)
1 hit + Initiative 8
Total: 9
[/spoiler]
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OOC: Alright, so it's you first, then the other two.
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[spoiler=Pass 1]
Simple: Quick-draw, targeting the man at the back of the car with Taser
Quick-draw Test: TN (3)
Attribute (REA) - 4
Skill (Pistols) - 2(4)
8d6.hits(5)=4 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4450059/)
Quick-draw successful!
Attach Roll:
Attribute (AGI) - 2
Skill (Pistols) - 2(4)
Modifiers (Laser Sight) - +1
(Presuming short range 0 - 5)
7d6.hits(5)=3 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4450061/)
Second Simple: Take cover behind the corner
[/spoiler]
As Alexander hears Earl he see the trap un-fold before him, just in time he whips out his taser and gets a shot off at the man behind the car. before taking cover and preparing himself for the impending skirmish.
Frag, I hate it when this happens.
I swear if I live through this I need to move to a better hood
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@Patch
You fire your taser in the direction of the person crouching behind the car, hoping to land the first blow and take some sort of initiative in the fight. Your shot lands on the man, but ricochet on the ground next to him. He stands up from behind his cover and aims his weapon towards you, firing an instant later.
He shoots at you and gets 2 hits.
Earl, after the other assailant fires at you, puts his hand down his pants ( :o) and pulls out a piece of metallic tubing, which he holds with both his hands now.
OOC: After your proper rolls, go for your second pass.
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[spoiler=Defence Roll(s)]
Attribute(REA) - 3(4)
Modifiers:
- Moderate Cover - + 3 (AFB so modify if needed)
7d6.hits(5)=4 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4450146/)
Dodged WOO-HOO!
[spoiler=OOC]
Seems the dice are with me tonight[/spoiler]
[/spoiler]
As his assailant levels the shotgun in his direction Alexander quickly sticks his head back into cover only to hear the shells slamming into the plascrete causing a spray of small shrapnel from his building.
[spoiler=Pass 2]
Composure Roll:
Attribute (WIL) - 3
Attribute (CHA) - 4
7d6.hits(5)=5 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4450155/)
Simple: Fire Taser at first assailant
Attach Roll:
Attribute (AGI) - 2
Skill (Pistols) - 2(4)
Modifiers (Laser Sight) - +1
(Presuming short range 0 - 5)
7d6.hits(5)=4 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4450158/)
Second Simple: Take cover behind the corner
[/spoiler]
Keeping his nerve he moves out form the corner once more to 'defend' himself firing again at his assailant. More sure this time with a steadied hand the adrenaline coursing through him calming his frayed nerves.
This better work or I'm going to end up a corpse here.
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@Patch
Once you get into the rhythm, your shot is a lot steadier and actually connects with the assailant, shocking him. You can see him being hit from your taser, but he is still standing.
Next pass.
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[spoiler= OOC]You say next pass but I only have 2 passes so unless they have more passes that will be end of turn....
So do you want me do new initiative in which case here it is...
Attribute (REA) - 3(4)
Attribute (INT) - 4
Combat paralysis no longer applies after 1st turn
8d6.hits(5)=3 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4451224/) (phew nearly glitched there)
8 Base +3 hits =11
Initiative 11[/spoiler]
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With a renewed vigour at seeing the success of his latest attack and nerves stalled by the adrenaline of the situation he continue to try and press his advantage.
[spoiler=Pass 1]
Simple action: Fire Taser at Earl
Attach Roll:
Attribute (AGI) - 2
Skill (Pistols) - 2(4)
Modifiers (Laser Sight) - +1
(Presuming short range 0 - 5)
7d6.hits(5)=3 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4451285/)
Second Simple: Take Cover
[/spoiler]
With his first target now slightly tased he hoped it would be enough to support his changing tactics, Alexander moves from out from his cover briefly and moves his attention to Earl firing the 3rd of taser dart of the four he had, it seemed unlikely he'd get out of this without some more fight yet.All I need to do is convince them it's not worth chasing me when I run for it.
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@Patch
Earl, tubing in hand, gets hit on the right leg from your shot and gets electrocuted. He definitely feels it, as you see him lose his balance and drop to the ground. The second person, coming around from your first attack, makes the decision that the attack is not worth the hassle and starts running in the opposite direction. Earl, on the other hand, is on the ground moaning, the metal tube having fallen next to him.
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Alexander approaches Earl slowing keeping a close eye on him as he moans with his Taser ready in case he decides to pull anything. As he arrives next to Earl he kicks the tubing away.Well that went better than expected. I wonder what that was all about Curious about the attack he decides to question his 'patient' before seeing to any wound he may have.
Now was this really necessary Earl, I mean really if your that desperate... he deliberately pauses to let the words sink in.
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"I'm sorry doc, I won't do it again, I swear. Please don't hurt me" says Earl as you approach him. The man is on his knees, looking down at the pavement as he speaks to you. You can still hear the faintest echo of the second person running away, but besides that the streets are pretty quiet (relatively speaking). It isn't the first time someone has tried to rob you, and usually they do it in a more subtle manner, but you know it won't be the last time. They usually try to target your medicine, but this is definitely one of the more extreme cases of someone trying to get something from you. You are well respected in the neighbourhood for providing care to the people and therefore have some sort of leeway, but addicts and desperate souls don't usually follow that rule.
Nevertheless, you find Earl begging at your feet, asking for you to let him go.
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Earl's pleas were nothing new to Alexander he was the same as any druggie or other desperate low life, the point ahs been made and there was no need to pres it any further tonight. He was tired already and he already had one stiff in the freezer preying on his mind he didn't need another.Just get outta here Earl, I've had enough for one night and so have you...I hope the run goes better than the rest of this night ahs turned out. With this last though he watches as Earl runs away to find his friend before heading back upstairs and getting some sleep.
It was Early when Hannibal arrived at the back door, banging loudly on the shuttered gate. Alexander had locked it more than usual after the attack in the night, so Hannibal's keys wouldn't would. waking at the noise Alexander threw on some damp cloths lying in the corner before letting him in and showing him to the stiff in the freezer.
As the shutter opens up he can clearly see Hannibal is rather annoyed as the imposition, forcing a somewhat laboured apology from Alexander
Sorry about the gate, some junkie tried to have the place last night as you might be able to tell by the hole in the wall.
Pulling the body out of the freezer Hannibal wastes no time in throwing it over his shoulder, no trouble for the hulking Ork he was.
Nice and fresh, no ID. As per usual around here.
Same agreement as always you get it gone and keep / do what you like.
Hannibal leaves quickly and without so much as a word, he didn't like being left out in the cold almost as much as he hated waiting and their relationship was more one of mutual benefit than anything friendly per say, it was a convenience that Alexander had become sometime too accustomed to.
Having dealt with the unsavoriness of last night and yesterday and nursing a mild hangover he headed over o the kitchen to rustle up some soy caff before setting to work and see what info he could muster now he had some real gear to hand.
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You wake up to a windy/semi-cloudy morning in Seattle. The headlines on the trid are more of the same: "Yet another attack last night! Experts are saying some para critter is terrorizing Seattlites. This time, the victim survived but is in an artificial coma. He is still considered to be in a critical state, but stable for now. What is worrying authorities is that the victims don't seem to have anything in common and the attacks are done at random places."
"In other news, Southern Nutrition, the CAS's biggest soy/krill provider, saw its buyout approved by authorities, as had been expected by analysts. Silver Icon, the group behind the buyout, says it will work with the current management to optimize productivity."
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Magpie was up bright and early in the morning, sitting in a nearby park and exchanging messages on his commlink with his 10 year old daughter. She seemed far more comfortable with it than he did, and the Shaman once again resolved he would try to become more tech-savvy simply so that he could bond with the girl better.
The news of paranormal creatures attacking Seattlites did not suprise him much. It was a consequence of encroaching on the territory of the beasts. He felt sad that people had paid for their folly with their life, but that was just the way the world worked.
After a short time on his commlink, Magpie sent a message to the others in his team.
Hoi wats the plan chummers?
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Kinkou desperately groped around for the elusive commlink as it vibrated its way across the bedroom floor waking her from her all-too-short slumber.
Snoozing the alarm for five minutes, she finally resolved to get up and make herself feel at least mostly human. She pinged the soyprocessor and caf-maker to make a start on breakfast while she showered, cursing at the intermittent hot water, scalding and then freezing her body in equal measure.
Shoving some pseudo-eggs down her throat in a hurry, she grabs the coffee and heads downstairs to the parking bay, the cloying smell of damp pervading through the stairways and out into the half-lit cavernous space.
The roar of the engine reverberated loudly in the enclosed space and kinkou always gunned it hard, the sound of the roaring V6 and squealing of rubber on tarmac was just too good to pass up; fuck the neighbours.
//On my way guys, be over shortly//
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"On my way, on my way..." Magpie muttered to himself, then remembered they were to be meeting at the Doctors surgery at 0800. Luckily he was an early bird (excuse the pun), so had plenty of time to walk there without being too late. "I really need to get myself a car."
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Kinkou pulled up to the clinic a little late thanks to the morning rush hour. She parked up her bike, slaving it's sensor feed to her image link. She didn't particularly like the look of the neighbourhood and didnt want to trust her baby to the streets.
Checking the time on her commlink, she rapped on the heavy set door.
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Hearing the rap of the heavy shutters at the front of the clinic while he was enjoying his soy caf Alexander head over to see who it was that had arrived first, Well i suppose I should get used to these early morning and late nights if i'm gonna get back into the game.
As he rolls up the shutter on the front door and sees kinkou waiting for him with her bike in tow he open the door.
Morning, Kinkou wasn't it.
Look like your the first to arrive. there's room in the back for you keep the bike off the street.
I know full well this isn't the best neighborhood.
He nods his head over towards the fresh crater in the clinics wall from where the shells had landed last night.
It seems someone thought I was a push over.
There a pot of soy kaf in the 'kitchen'
help yourself.
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Magpie was not too far behind, considering he walked. The consequence of healthy living (or a bad case of insomnia, perhaps). He turned up and knocked on the door wild eyed, and even wilder haired. Considering he was a man dressed in feathers and skulls, perhaps this was not too unusual a look for the Shaman.
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Seeing feathers through the reinforced Plexiglas of the front of the clinic Alexander went to let him in,
Damn, those shamen type are a special kind of weird, but a mana spinner is always a boost to the group.
Opening the door as he arrives, Alexander greets him with a smile and tries not to laugh at the wild hair.
There's a fresh pot of soy kaf in the back along with kinkou and her bike,
there a mirror back there too feathersHe can't help but smirk and let a muffled laugh at this point the cliche'd shamic look was too comical for him,
Guess we're just waiting for the shark now.
As Alexander followed feathers to the area he called a kitchen he sat at the table, and picked up his own mug of the filthy caffeinated liquid.
You know what however cliche his image is that's the best laugh I've had in years. I wonder if there's any more to these guys than their faces? choosing to indulge his curios thoughts he presses the question off the tip of his tongue.
So then chummers been running the shadows long?
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Magpie leaned back in his chair with a smirk of his own on his face and brushed a stray bit of hair out of his face. Despite the odd -cliche, even- sense of smile, he was not a bad looking man and in his eyes was a light. It would be far to kind to call it a spark of intelligence, but of cunning perhaps.
"I been running the streets ever since I came to Seattle, chummer. Small jobs, like. Drug deals. Petty theft. Y'know, standard far streetrat stuff. Now, the magic that's a more recent thing. Raven must'a liked somethin' about me. Guessin' it weren't my integrity, but I was a survivor at least. I've been doing the odd bit of mojo-work, learning my tradecraft since then. Year or so now, I guess."
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Only a year or so, damn greenie your making me feel old here.
Whilst I've not exactly been a 'runner' for that long only the last three years or so, I've been around the shadows for longer than I care to admit.
I started out a street doc and a chance encounter with a good frie.. as he begins to spill the beans of his past he remembers his friend and the all the horrors witnessed, a tear starts to form in the corner of his eye as he chokes on his words before slowly dropping to the table.
Pausing for a moment and taking a deep breath he composes himself before continuing to speak.
Anyway i ended up running this crew out in Jungle and less you know about that god awful hell hole the better.
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Shit, you ok? Thanks man, you want a cup pouring?
Kinkou takes note of the missing masonry and doubles back to grab her bike, storing it safely in the back room before grabbing the soycaf.
Sensing a lull in the conversation on their history, Kinkou jumped in.
Been a year or so since my first "run". I grew up in the barrens so met all the wrong kind of people from an early age. Been doing a bit of B&E, tailing, data capture for blackmail. you know, the usual
She smiled a hearty smile, glad for the warmth of the soycaf. The clinic was by no means warm and the weak morning sunlight was yet to leave its mark on the temperatures.
It had been a cold ride over in traffic, she just hoped it would be a productive day.
So, we skipped by the parlour last night and got a recording from the bike's sensors.
<<To:team//<<Media File attached>>//
Not a huge amount to see to be honest, it seems well covered with security and it's in a swanky neighbourhood so we'll have to go in well dressed and with the right docs.
There is no graveyard onsite, so we were thinking they'll have to move on by cortège to burial/cremation elsewhere. Anyway, take a look, let me know what you think.
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"The place was lined with glyphs and seals. Couldn't see a thing, couldn't get in or out, Astrally at least." Magpie reported, running a hand through his hair.
"Might be an idea ta go back and get some drawings of'em, pass it to my talismonger; see if she recognises them." He said.
"I don't think it's anything ta be too worried about, but better safe'n sorry, eh?"
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In the middle of your conversation, you all hear a rap on the back door. Patch, from the loudness of the knock, knows exactly who it is. The medic sets his cup of soycaf down and goes to the back, past Kinkou's bike, to open the door. The door opens to an olive-skinned, middle-height human with long hair, a taller ork behind him. "Alright, show me the stiff" says Hannibal, not bothering with greetings.
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Morning to you too, Hannibal
he's in locker number four. Nowt wrong really other than the bullet holes.
just bled out organs in tact. just the way you like itAlexander always a little uneasy around hannibal but he did a superb job at cleaning up.
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Hannibal walks in past Patch, the pungent smell of tobacco accompanying him. He motions for the ork to follow him. "Did you buy a new bike, omae?" asks the man as he sees Kinkou's ride. He turns his head around and sees both Kinkou and Magpie sipping soycaf. He stops dead in his tracks and turns to Patch, an annoyed look on his face. "Who are they?" barks Hannibal, looking back at the ork.
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NOOOOOO... not my ride; it's hers.
Tilting his head over his shoulder motioning towards Kinkou.
Hearing Hannibal's annoyed and abrupt response he can't help but get snippy in turn.
Really man it's been a very long night...
Don't give that kind of shit man. I'm already making allowances to fit to YOUR schedule!
Beside it's not my fault that last night turned out to be a damned sight more interesting than I thought it would when I called you.
...
SO yeah can we get this over and done with, we've both got too much to be getting on with today.
Hannibal was always a good way of getting rid of those pesky SINless but dealing with an organ legger with an attitude always had it's downsides. but their arrangement worked well. Alexander gave him bodies for free (choosing to ignore the obvious destination they were heading to) in exchange for the right organ every now and then to help a patient in need.
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Kinkou just stared the "guest" down. I could ask the same of you chummer..
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Magpie simply smiled a thin smile at the newcomer.
"We're all chummers here, jus' enjoyin' a nice soycaf 'fore we go out an' enjoy the weather, eh?"
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Hannibal's mood swings as abruptly as a plot twist occurs in a Kombat Karl movie. The man gives everyone a big smile and says "Bah, we're all friends here, right?" looking at Patch. He then goes to the lockers and pulls out locker four. He takes a quick look at the body before turning his head back at his ork companion. "Well, what are you waiting for?" asks Hannibal, an annoyed look back on his face. The tall ork makes his way to the lockers, looking away from the group for the first time. He takes the body and places it on his shoulder like an old ragdoll. Whatever dignity that person might have had living has clearly left with his death. But then again, working in the shadows, you remember there is no dignity in dying.
"Alright, call me if you have another one for me, omae" says Hannibal before exiting Patch's place. The ork promptly follows him out, not even giving a second look at the party. You hear the distinct sound of a shutter door followed by the inevitable thud a body would make slamming against the floor of a delivery truck. Not long after, a truck starts and leaves promptly, leaving the party exactly where it was 15 minutes ago.
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"Nice guy." Magpie commented idly. The mood swings were weird though, maybe he'd been hitting the good stuff too hard.
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Something like that...
So. plan?
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Ah plans, they never last past first contact. Still it atluays helps to be organised. Alexander joined the rest of his 'crew' sipping slowly from his mug. The almost rancid taste of now cold soycaf lingerering on his tongue.
Well I suppose we could start with out sharky boy for now.
I've got some more digging to do into the Johnson and her father now I can use my real gear!
I would also like some time to do over that crime report in more detail, besides I've got a friend in the ME's offiye who might be able to help out.
In fact I might as well get started while we wait. Help yourself to what there is in kitchen.
Me casa et sue casa.
with tiat Alexander left them to it knowing that the supplies in there we're dismal to say the least while heading to his office to fire up his main link.
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Kinkou sipped her soycaf and turned to face the others.
So who's gonna hit the funeral service then? I don't mind heading down again..
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Kinkou sipped her soycaf and turned to face the others.
So who's gonna hit the funeral service then? I don't mind heading down again..
"'parently, i'm too obvious, and there's that wardin' up too." Magpie said.
"'less they take it down durin' the day. Still, i'd like ter go back to get a look at the wards used, see if there is more to it than jus' keepin' unsavory spirits from makin' a mess." He also noted it would be a good idea to learn some sort of illusion spell to disguise himself in future.
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well even if we can film the attendees coming in and out of the service from afar it would be useful to have faces to match against names. Perhaps our matrix specialist could "obtain" the Guestlist or the door camera footage? I still think we should ask the Johnson if one of us can attend.
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The Previous Night...
Well, this isn't how I was expecting the night to turn out... Jimmy was just leaving Patch's place, turning his collar up against the wind as he got back on his bike. Doc seemed to be in a something of a hurry to send him on his way again, but he was willing to chalk that up to a long-ass day. After all, it's not like anyone had been expecting this to turn into a working night. So much for his night off; now he needed to worry about vetting Cooper, and that meant putting in some face time with some people he knew - someone he really didn't want to be seeing tonight, in particular.
Of course he knew where he could find Anatoli that night - not that the man was really that predictable, but sometimes it was useful for him for people to track him down. His position in the Vory required that he maintain an image of being on the up-and-up, which made it difficult sometimes for him to go and deal with business face to face. On this particular night, he'd be holding court at a bar in one of the nicer parts of the 'plex, the same kind of place where professionals might go to "network" after a long day of wageslavery. To pull a meet in a place like that, there were two options - look inconspicuous enough that noone could be bothered to question what you were doing there, or look like belonged there. Inconspicuous wasn't really Jimmy's style, but he was going to have to drop by his place to pick up a suit. He fired off a message to some of his Yakuza contacts that had been planning on joining in on the race that had been called off tonight.
<<Ghostdamn this fragging rain. What'd you guys get up to after the race got called, anyways?>> Best to lay the groundwork for asking around there while he was at it.
As tended to happen, people took notice of Jimmy when he showed up at the bar. It was a pretty classy place, but he looked the part now - three-piece suit, clean cut look, the right bearing, everything. He was also wearing a particular ring, a simple white and black band modeled after a particular Vory tattoo. To those who knew what it was, it signified him as someone who moved in their circles, but who remained an outsider. It was a signal, a way to let certain people know that he needed to talk business, but to anyone who didn't know what it was or who bought into his camouflage, it just looked like a style choice. The signal was important, though, because he couldn't just walk right up to Anatoli and have the conversation he needed to have. The bar was Vory owned, though, and the bartender would recognize the ring for what it was. Jimmy grabbed himself a spot at the bar - standing room only - and flagged the man down to order a drink. When it got there, he thanked the man, clinking the ring against the glass a couple of times - nothing too obvious, just enough to draw a glance while he indicated in Anatoli's direction with his eyes.
The bartender nodded - to his credit, the kid played it pretty well, like he was just acknowledging the thanks and moving on. Jimmy stepped away from the bar; Anatoli would be scanning the place in a second after the bartender notified him and it was better to be visible. So, he mingled - their meet wasn't going to happen right away; it would have to wait until a natural time for Anatoli to get up. It was all well and good anyways, since this was a perfect chance to see what rumours were going around about the Coopers and about SFT. Eventually, though, Anatoli got up and made for the back; Jimmy moved to join him, but took a different way around. Meetings like this were part of the place's design spec.
"I wasn't expecting you tonight, Navarro." Anatoli's tone was clipped; he was willing to take the meeting, but it was going to be brief.
"Wasn't expecting me either. Sometimes these things just happen." Jimmy played it off; he didn't want to advertise that he had a run going just yet.
"And yet, you sought me out. What do you want?"
"Just an introduction or two. No doubt you heard about this SFT thing; looking to get some background on the players involved." He didn't give a reason for wanting the information; Anatoli would ask, but he wouldn't actually give a damn. It was just a game, each of them trying to get more information from the other person than they gave up themselves; they both armed themselves with information and secrets above all else.
"And what the hell do you need that for?" And there it was.
"Can't say yet. Usual arrangement if it turns into anything, of course." The usual arrangement wasn't anything so simple as a percentage - there was a price, of course, but the amount didn't really matter as long as it was "respectful". No, the usual arrangement was about favours and information - he had resources and contacts of his own, of course, but he also needed to go off book sometimes. That was the currency that mattered, so that was the currency they traded in.
"Hm." Anatoli paused, deciding just how much he cared about what was actually going on. "I can let some people know you're coming who have dealings in those areas. Keep your commlink on." Not very much, apparently.
Jimmy nodded, waved, and left. He could guess why those people weren't immediately available - some kind of deal or job going on.
Outside the bar some of the Kagetora were hanging out in, Jimmy's appearance had changed again. He'd ditched the dress shirt and waistcoat from his suit, storing them in a compartment on his bike, revealing the sharply contrasted t-shirt he'd been wearing under that, which had some reference to combat biking emblazoned on it - the sport was popular with these guys. His hairstyle was different - less "day at the office", more "night in the mosh pit", and he'd traded out the dress shoes for a pair of boots, and swapped the jacket for his greatcoat. A little bit of AR fashion on top of that, and he looked the part he needed to look.
It was a very different meet than with Anatoli - these people were friends, and actually happy to see him. Working business into these things was tricky; you had to bring it up slowly, maybe get people talking about it without you. Still, over the course of the next hour and a half, he'd managed to get a couple commitments to get back to him with some information. If anything was going on with SFT or Harold Cooper on the shadowy side of things, these guys were probably the safer method of looking into it. A message flashed up in AR at that point - Anatoli had made the proxy introductions; all he had to do was show up and make people like him.
Based on the bar he showed up at this time - his fourth that night - he could get away with the same sort of look. Which was good, because he didn't really have anything else prepped. The crowd in the place was boisterous, celebratory - so he bought a round for the bar. Nobody hates the guy who buys a round for the bar. After that he found the people he was supposed to meet, and got down to what he needed to talk to them about.
More than a bit hungover, Jimmy was running late to meet up with the rest of the team. He hadn't heard how the funeral home scouting had gone the previous night, which could be good or bad, but mostly he was just hoping there'd be coffee inside - those Russians had been in a serious mood to party. Arriving back at Doc Patch's place, he stopped for a second when something caught his eye before knocking on the door. Okay, I know the rest of that wall was there when I left last night. The hell?
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@Shark
The rowdiness of the crowd at the bar, hopefully your last stop of the night, is where you live. This is exactly like where you grew up: a loud crowd with an element of danger. You go in, and you know you don't need to look for anyone; the moment you step in you've already been identified by the people that matter. A few drinks in, a woman, casually dressed, approaches you and asks you to buy her a drink. When the barman quotes you ¥250, you quickly understand what you are paying for.
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So that's the price of admission here, huh? I can deal with that. He paid the bartender, and nodded to the woman. "Name's Jimmy. You?"
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The bartender hands the woman a plain drink and goes to attend to another patron. The woman looked Shark square in the eye and told him "My name's at the last table in the corner." She then got up without awaiting for him and went to the washroom. Shark casually looked over his shoulder and spotted the only table that didn't seem to be celebrating something. There were three men at the table, but only one sitting down. It clearly made him stand out, as everyone else at the bar was standing.
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Jimmy made his way towards the table, taking a read on the people there as he approached.
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@Shark
You arrive at the table and can immediately feel the presence of the man sitting down. He doesn't bother standing for you and looks at you, simply saying "Don't waste my time." He pauses for a moment and asks you "What do you want?"
Your gut tells you that the two men standing are clearly security detail for the man sitting. They seem cool and collected, but are definitely ready should something happen. The man talking to you is without a doubt very important and he knows it. You get the feeling you don't want to annoy him or make him upset.
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All business, then? I can work with that. He nodded and took a seat.
"Keep it simple, then. Might be about to step into things with SFT's... Situation. Looking to get some background on what's going on over there, who the players are, that kind of thing. Been led to believe you can help me with that, hoping I wasn't... Misinformed." Shark raised his eyes slightly on the last word, delivering it not with insult or skepticism, but with an invitation.
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"Yeah, SFT. That old bastard Cooper was as stubborn as they got, which is why everyone's surprised he offed himself" says the man, getting a cigar out. One of his bodyguards gets a match out and lights it with all the delicacy in the world. After puffing on it a few times, the blue smoke floating around him, the man continues. "Details are very obscure, but apparently someone had Cooper's balls in a vice. And I know for a fact that that someone wasn't Ares or any of the Megas. They have been trying to acquire them for some time, but the old dwarf had always refused to get closer than he was." The man takes another puff from his cigar, finishes his drink and waves at the bartender. "And that's all I know about SFT. Now it's time for you to go."
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Alexander was just about to sit down and start his further searches when Shark knocked at the clinic door.
Alexander was relieved that the crew were all here, hopefully now we could get some traction and this job could get going properly.
Opening the door Alexander greeted Shark
Hoi It's Sharky Boy.
Sorry about the rush last night was just such a hectic day.
The rest of the guys are in the kitchen. there should still be some fresh brew left unless they've finished it all already
He smiles as he gestured towards the kitchen and followed him to see the rest of the guys so that they could hash out a plan.
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"Good to see you chummer." Magpie greeted Shark, gulping down on some soykaf.
"Now should we... wassa word.. collate our information?"
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Kinkou nodded.
Me and feathers scouted the funeral parlour last night. Security is tight and it's in a pretty nice part of town. I still think we'd be better off attending or shadowing it at a distance.[/colour]
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The previous night...
"Hm." Jimmy got up to leave, but he allowed just a little bit of disappointment to seep into his voice, as though that hadn't really been the kind of information he'd been after - and it wasn't, in a way; he'd been hoping to get some idea of how to work the con he was planning to run.
Present
"Combination of the two might be best. If I'm inside, I can start running a game to make the right people react. If you're on the outside, it opens up a lot of options for us..."
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Well I have a few 'toys' that we can you to keep an eye on things while your inside.
Last nights entertainments have prevented me from hooking up and checking out those police reports and digging into our little Miss Johnson some more.
I was just about to get started in fact. the big question is if you need me to come with or not...
So what will be be chummers?
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well if you've still got to get work on the data, it might be best if you stayed here and got through that as much as you can. I'll head down myself 'cos I know where we're heading to, which means I've got a spot on the back of the bike free. Call the Johnson, let her know the plan so she can get at least one of us on the guest list.
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"I'd like to go, but, well, as Sharkey pointed out last night, I am not the most inconspicuous of men. My heart is strong. People notice the paths I tread. Perhaps I can be deposited outside and try to make my way through the wards to join you, Kinkou." Magpie suggested, then grinned at her and despite his odd features it was not an unnapealing grin.
"I enjoyed riding the bike with you last night."
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Kinkou grinned at the befeathered man
sure, dress down though eh?
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Kinkou grinned at the befeathered man
sure, dress down though eh?
Magpie chuckled. "What do you mean? This is dressed down."
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haha, really down. like, just a suit. No feathers, no crazy stuff
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Taking his queue Alexander poured himself another soy-caf into his battered old mug and proceeded to walk to his desk space to continue his work. he left a parting comment as he exited the kitchen while thinking to himself feather's is dressed DOWN Ha!
I'll crack at it then, come get me if you need me.
Booting up his main link his Hermes Ikon he plugged in his body going limp as his mind explored the wonders of his hot sim VR universe.
As his reality filter initialized the world around him grew from the blackness:
His main node had a custom metaphor which he had designed himself in his spare time to reflect the jungle hell he had spent the last few months in. literally as it loaded the jungle grew around him with large trees and sprouting vines, a hot and humid jungle forest the sweat pouring off his persona which was that of a native witch doctor.
With a simple thought he booted up his agent it's icon that of a panther leaping forth from the brush.
Ah mojo my friend we have much work to do, you must help me with my tasks today.
Issuing command to Agent to provide teamwork in all action he is able.
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@Patch
Your analysis of the file turns up nothing out of the ordinary. It's a standard file that KE gives to victims' families. There are no booby traps, nothing suspicious and the encryption is rudimentary.
You then decide to decript the file and are done in a matter of moments. It seems whomever was in charge of the file didn't care much about security.
The file is pretty standard. It seems Mr. Cooper was found in his home office, doors locked, with a bullet in his head, hanging from the ceiling. There was no sign of struggle and the gun, Mr. Cooper's personal firearm, lay on the floor not far from the body, with his prints on it. KE didn't find anything else and that was a clear open/shut case for them.
Your search into the client/her family turns up nothing you haven't already found, which you find bizarre.
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Starting a fire in the jungle the witch doctor and panther stare into the flickers of the flames and the data is gleans.
Felling disappointed in the lack of information he has found he issue a command to his agent to keep looking for anything new that may crop up, but not expecting anything to appear.
Jacking out Alexander returns to the kitchen to share the limited information he found with the others.
The crime report is next to useless, no real in formation other than the incompetence of Knight Errant
The lack of encryption is also rather worrying I expected more.
However whats more concerning is the lack of information on Johnson and the family, there is nothing more than the cursory information.
If you want my opinion they've been scrubbed.
What we've found is what they WANT us to see.
I have a contact that may be able to help, I'll send them a message and see what I can find.
Turning his attention to his commlink Alexander sent a message to his coroner friend:
\\Message to:: JJ
Hoi Janice,
I have an unusual situation and i could use your advice, some of your expert wisdom and most of all your company.
I have some firends over at the surgery at the moment can you come voer so we discuss it a little more?
Alex
\message terminated:>
Janice and Alexander may not be the best of friends any more but they were once good together, as his college flame they were inseparable, she dumped him when she learned of his crimes, not willing to be associated with him.
They only got in touch again in the last few years and have somewhat rekindled their friendship but their is still a lot of trust to rebuild. But for now her position in the coroners office may be of use to this situation.
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@Patch
Your commlink flashes back not long after you send your message. "Sure, I have nothing else to do at the moment. Give me 30 minutes."
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Right then guys a friend of mine is coming over, she may be able to shed some light on what we are up against here.
She's not exactly in the community ...
... in fact she's a total civilian.
She is however a coroner.
She'd not an idiot either...
... if anyone would know how to read between the lines of this piece or garbage report it would be her.
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Flea knocks back the dregs of the nearly-cold soycaf and smiles, that's great. How long will she be? It's getting pretty tight on the deadline for this funeral so we'd best head out if we're gonna stand any chance of getting changed and still catching it. Feathers, grab the Johnson's commcode off our decker and let her know we want to be on the guestlist, I'll wheel the bike out and meet you out front. {turning back to alexander} Keep in touch on that report then, we'll be back in a bit.
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She should be here in a half apparently.
Hearing Flea's request Alexander sends the details across to Feather's link accordingly.
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@Patch
You wait maybe 25 minutes before someone bangs on the door of your place. You quickly recognise your guest and let her in, exchanging greetings and smiles. After some idle chitchat accompanying a cup of soycaf, Janice asks you "So, what kind of help do you need?"
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Well then Janice,
I do feel kind of awkward asking but i don;t know who else to turn to.
I kind of got roped into this gig last night to look into a death of some CEO.
now normally I would find a small mountain of information to go through and feed back, but what little I can find is obviously edited for public consumption.
And unfortunately the Crime report is no different...
This is where I was hoping you could help, you've been around the coroners office long enough that i thought you might be able to shed some light on the matter.
Of course I completely understand if that is asking too much.
Alexander shifts nervously while asking, obviously uncomfortable pressing their shaky friendship in this way.
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Janice listens to Patch's plea. She then seems to think in silence for a moment before answering "Alright, I'll take a look at your stiff, but it'll cost you a dinner for two at the needle." She then takes the report and starts looking at it.
She skims the coroner's notes, giving out an occasional "Hmm" or "I see" every now and then. "So the corpse was found hung with a bullet in his head. That's strange." Janice looks at the pictures on the file and says "The rope is too short to have any other purpose in a household. Either it was cut or brought from the outside." She flips a few pages and says "I see the gun was smartlinked, but the report doesn't say anything about anyone looking at it on the Matrix side of things." She hands the report back to Patch and says "I'm sure you noticed the neck was snapped before the bullet went in, so either your victim had help or he was murdered. Anyways, that's all I could get from reading this."
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Dinner for two at the needle.... ermm I don't know, i means it's kinda fancy Alexander deliberately pauses when he can to emphasize the sarcasm in his voice. ... I guess that's fine. I'll call you when I've finished with this so called 'job'
He was attentive to what Janice was saying but keen to make sure that it was covered in full so set his link to take a transcript of the conversation about the report.
That's much of what I thought yes.
Is it usual for the cop lot to be so incompetent as to miss the blindingly obvious...
Not waiting for a response he continued
can I get you toppers on the caff then Janice
moving to his comm he starts tapping away as though making notes but actually sending the transcripts to the rest of the team:
\\ Send message: Feathers - Shark - Kinkou
-My contact has manage to shed a little more light on the report
-I've got the transcripts below of what she said:
Transcripts
-The gist is yes it's a murder... and there may be some more opportunities out there for some information assuming they didn't think to wipe the records on the gun...
\end of message\\
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//good news then, we're not on a wild goose chase!//
Kinkou arrived back home just in time to get her work kit on, chucking on a set of disposable clothes over the top of her chameleon suit and stuffing the rest of her equipment into the various pockets about her person.
She took the stairs two at a time and jumped back on the bike, giving the throttle a good dose as she left the underground car park and made for the nicer part of town.
The fresh morning wind whipped into her face, finding the cracks between the lapels of her jacket and rushing down her neck, making the hairs stand up on her arms with the cold.
Mentally, she opened an AR terminal as she stopped at a red light, pulling up the public transport hub and ran a parking query
-Command:// Find public parking within 1 mile of destination
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Janice answered "Don't misinterpret things: dinner for two does not include you" when Patch seemed to negotiate the time for a date. She refused his offer for anything on her soycaf and asked him "Was there anything else you needed me to take a look at?", seemingly impatient to get this over with and leave.
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Sorry, I misunderstood, i mean it did seem like you were asking me out . he said it cheekily putting a brave face on the hide the disappointment he felt inside. Shame things are still so frosty.
Well the report was all I needed, but I was hoping to have a chat too....
but your obviously busy so I'll let you get off.
As she leaves he calls after her Enjoy YOUR date while thinking to himself damn this gonna cost me more than i thought.
Once she leaves he sits down waiting to hear of the progress from the team. while hopefully being able to track down something that was niggling at him...
well if he didn't shoot himself what happened to the gun?
returning to his commlink; his Hermes Ikon his body went limp again.
Booting up his agent agin he set to the task of tracing the gun...
Ah mojo i have another task, once more we shall plunge into the depths.
Issuing command to Agent to provide teamwork in all action he is able.
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@Patch
A quick look at the report tells you the gun was returned to the family when the case was closed.
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His musings complete Alexander decides to share them with the team, hopefully they are competent enough to get the gun without much fuss. he thought to himself while sending the message
\\ Send message: Feathers - Shark - Kinkou
- Speaking of the Gun it was apparent returned to the our dear Mrs J can you see if you get a hold of it so I can do My magic on it?
\end of message\\