Shadowrun
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The voice was smooth, almost honeyed, and only the sharp punctuation of her T’s and the occasional ‘P‘ hinted at her African heritage as she spoke. “Hello to all you boppers out there keeping the sprawl alive while all the ‘Corp’ses’ [Cityspeak for wageslaves and their company masters] out there do their zombie dance to the Mega’s tune. Before we get to the weather, which yall know is going to be acid rain, we have a bit of paydata for you out there. Seems the big boppers in brown from pullayup way, yes the Chulos, are hosting a party tomorrow. Something must be special about May 5th to the luscious atzlanders it seems since they’ve sent the invite out to come party it down with them. The Chulos have a free bar for as long as the beer holds out, I won’t make any speculations boppers, but I wonder if it has anything to do with the recent hijacking of a beer distributer truck and a rash of burglaries into the sprawl’s liquor stores? I won’t look away from free drink, and keep one cool for me papis.”
It’s May 4th and even the lay abouts and bum’s seem happy, well, happier it’s the fraggin’ barrens chum. The normally dingy greyness of the streets and the buildings is livened up with the bright streamers in colors of red, white, and green. The only sound of disharmony is the rough voices commanding the bums on work detail, paid of course by the Chulos themselves, to get busy and pointing out areas in need of attention. The Chulos on duty are the youngest, or those out of favor to not merit having escaped the lowly duty…but hey, everyone starts somewhere.
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Smiles Twice was lounging in his apartment, sucking on a synthetic cerveza and listening to music. Glancing listlessly outside, the elf rose up from the couch.
Walking over the threadbare carpet stretched over the concrete floor, Smiles headed over to a mirror. He stared at his reflection, tiliting his head to one side to inspect the puffy line of scar tissue twisting from the corner of his mouth up towards his left ear. He used to be repulsed and ashamed by it, but over the years, Smiles had become increasingly proud of his scar. He thought it gave his face character.
He continued to admire his reflection even as it gradually faded from view.
As he completed the spell, Smiles reached into the pocket of his jacket and gently rubbed the painted rattlesnake skull he kept tucked away inside. With a delicate gesture, Smiles Twice tied his invisibility spell into his focus, sighing with relief as the burden of sustaining the spell lifted from his mind.
With that, the elf headed out. He wore his armored clothing, unremarkable except for perhaps the dusty brown jacket that never seemed to get clean, despite Smiles Twice's many half-hearted attempts to clean it. He didn't bother bringing any other weapons or complex equipment with him, since he was only planning on a covert stroll through the neighborhood.
Smiles Twice trotted downstairs and through the lobby of his apartment building, his heavy footsteps echoing through the cheap hallways his only sign of passage. Once he hit the streets, however, Smiles Twice began to slow down, making an effort to actually move quietly and unnoticed. He was bored, so he figured he'd spy on some of the kids put in charge of preparing tonight's festivities. You know, make sure they were doing their jobs right.
Smiles walked around the immediate area a bit, slowing down as he passed some human women playing on a basketball court. Feeling protected by his magic, Smiles indulged in some unabashed staring. Before his face was cut, Smiles Twice wouldn't have wasted his time on human girls. But now... well, he'd actually developed something of a taste for those bulging, jiggling human thighs.
Reluctantly, Smiles Twice pried his gaze away from the chicas and tried to concentrate on surveying the neighborhood. He wanted to make sure nothing unusual was going on. Hopefully it would all be business as usual until the fun started tonight.
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Jack found himself a seat, and downed a cold beer. He worked out of his own will, trying to test his new limits. He was almost ecstatic at the steadiness of his heartbeat, despite the amount of work he did. He was up at four in the morning, to oversee the first stages of preparations on the street, and he was caught in the hazy, happy, sweaty joy of pushing your limits at everything. He could finally be one of the people here - even if those were the guys who lost the life lottery, but managed to plead for the last prize, which was staying alive and fed. He liked them. He liked almost everyone he met. And they liked him back - even the grumpiest of the bums that carried backbreaking burdens to let others have fun smiled at him as he passed by.
Now, enjoying a well-deserved break, he looked at the crowd, watching as his AR condition monitors return to average levels, from just slightly elevated. A small flicker of light and a strange pattern in the crowd distracted him from the drink, but only for a while. His goggles showed him a hazy silhouette of Smiles, and he knew enough about this place to be sure he's the only one who goes invisible-surfing into the crowd. He picked up another can from the cryo-six-pack, and waved with it at the spellslinger.
"Hoi! Smiles! Free Beer!"
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Myra sits smoking a cir. And looking over the betting lines trying to find a few good bets for the chulos. While thinking to herself those poor chummers that got clean up duty, prob. Don't even realize that they better get to the party early for free beer. It won't last long. Oh well it be good to see some of the chummers.
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Smiles Twice sighed as Jack spotted him. "What's the point of walking around invisible when people still bother you, eh?" Smiles' blurry form faded fully into view as he let the spell go. Smiles thought he could almost feel the rattlesnake skull in his pocket sigh as it released the spell.
Smiles sat down near Jack, taking up a beer and taking a sip. "So," Smiles said, grinning his hideous, lop-sided grin at Jack. "What're you plans for tonight? Me? I'm thinkin'... whiskey."
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"Heh. With the new stuff I can probably handle that. But i think we should keep the stuff to a minimum. I bet the boys will need a hand with a few problems. You know, the usual - stop a drunken troll, kick out some cyb'd chipheads out, save some chicas from unwanted affection, and such." He downed the rest of his brew in one gulp, and smiled shiningly. His teeth look pearly white, like from a corp commercial, but his face was untouched, with a faded scar still marking the bridge of his nose. He rubbed it unconsciously, trying to find a more comfortable position.
"Man, this stuff is amazing. I'm wearing an armored jacket, three guns, working my ass off, and a quick break is all i need after six hours of exertion. I know you charmin' people don't like 'warez, but this is... Very. Damn. Good." He picked up the cryosix, and almost shoved it in the mage's face, with a move quick as lightning. "Another one?"
At the same time he quickly composed a text message to his companion, fortunately knowing his comm ID. "Off course I'm showing off. Don't look, but that ork chica on the other side, at the chinese food stand? She was all eyes for like an hour. I need to score some points, you know. She's awfully cute." He smiled again, as he saw Smiles reading. "Besides, your spell didn't work on my goggles." He tapped them lightly. "And I wouldn't like if some Chulo would cut you because he would freak out seeing an invisible man in the crowd like I did." He gulped some more beer. "The razorboys tend to be jumpy when something like this comes up. Most of them can only scare people, and slice them up. Poor frag's."
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"And what's wrong with that Jack!? I'll remind you that's my speciality.", the Chulos skilled torturer was behind them, a large crate in his beefy cyberarms.
Heretic was helping to carry in more drinks, he didn't understand "partying", but was told it was a vital party to the Chulos and that was good enough for him.
"Don't get too drunk boys, look at how many of us heavy hitters they made sure to be here, we're definitely the impromptu security I'd reckon."
After prying the crate open with his cyberarms he tossed Smiles a whiskey, nonetheless. "Especially after that open announcement."
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"That would be knowing you're behind me, man. Turn around, and look at the window." There was a microskimmer drone on the rail just behind him, swirling around to get a full feed of it's camera to Jack. "You're right though. I do expect trouble. That's why I'm here lock'n'loaded. And that's my second and last beer, it seems. Or it's going to affect my reflexes. Heh." He had the slightly unfocused look of someone checking out ARO's, and using trodes. "Care to join my club of informed people?" He sent them an invite to join his Encrypted InfoLink, at the same time sending his Agent loaded with Browse, Analyze, Encrypt and Scan to check out what he can find about trouble.
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"You can try, my wireless is off. Touchlink for me." He uncovered the data jack in his palm. "If it's completely secure go ahead and jack in, I'll do VPN bursts."
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Smiles Twice nursed his beer as he scanned the neighborhood. He accepted the invite without comment as soon as it was sent.
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Walter Shobchak jumped down from the trailer of a well known beer distributer. It had been a long night for Walter, all those break-ins were starting to get to him lately. He needed sleep, didn't the Chulos expect people to sleep. It had been two days since Walter had a decent night of rest. With his hands still around his M23, Walter raised his arms to stretch while letting out a deep yawn. Beep. Beep. Beep. Walter's comlink chimed in.
"El pequeño diablo."
"This isz he'm.", Walter said.
"How'd did eet go last night?"
"Eet went f'in' good, that is how eet went." "These young'ens they did O.K." "We were in and out before I'zz got to unleash hell.", he said.
"That's why they call you, El pequeño diablo." "Always wanting to unleash hell everywhere you go, bro."
"Ya, could be." he said.
Anyways, just wanted to see how last night went. Enjoy the party tomorrow, bro."
Walter's com made a crackling sound and fizzled out. Walter looked down at his com.
"No signal, figures."
Walter turned to one the young'ens, he was a skinny kid must of just joined a few years ago.
"Hey, you guyz park this at the rally location for tomorrow." "Eets time for me to relax, homies." then Walter turned to head home as he reached into his vest pocket for his cigar. "Ah crap." Remembering that he had dropped the last one last night as the truck was speeding away from the last store, it had hit a speed bump and sent his cigar flying.
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Myra, looking at the bet lines. Curses at the spreads. "ah, hell going to be one those weeks. She goes out for a beer and to see how the chulos are doing. After scoping out the area a bit she finds a nice place to have a drink and to keep an eye out on the activity.
She notices that the beginnings of a good party is about to start. Makes a quick scan for anything or anyone out of place.
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An older nightsky, possibly from the 2040's rolls slowly down the street. Although the model and style is old the paint, chrome, and wheels and rims are new. The black metal flake of the custom paint job catches the occassional hint of sunlight, sparkling like stars in the cloudy dark night. On the front flies a miniature red, white and green flag. The car almost passes by, but stops pulls to a stop as the driver, dressed in the browns of the Chulos gets out. He's an ork and in contrast to the well kept vehicle he is dressed shabbily, affecting the street gear or khaki pants, brown flannel shirt and brown bandanna over his sunglasses. He's most likely armed and his clothes armored, you'd be a real chump not to be here.
The driver walks to the passenger door and opens it. Emerging from the back is an oily haired man in a fine dark brown off the rack suit adorned in gold chains, rings, and watch. He is all smiles as he approaches. It's 'Don' Tomas, a rising carnale known for his flashiness. "Odaly Homes!" he shouts out as he throws up gang signs for friendship.
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Heretic replies in kind with signs after placing the boxes down.
"Care for a drink Don? I'm sure you know what we're serving."
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Jack behaves more formally, returning the greetings, and offering his seat. He seems fully energized now, and he forwards the feed from his drone to the bodyguards with a thought. Because you never know...
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Myra having spotted the activity gets up to join the Heretic, Jack and "Don" greetings boys.
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Smiles Twice grins raggedly, his scar twisting to accomodate the expression. He returns the sign and says, "Hola, omaaaae-go," drawing out of the vowels as he combines amigo and omae playfully.
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Don snaps his fingers and looks back at his car, you can see his jaw moving slightly if not hear the hushed words as he uses a sub vocalizer. A moment later the large Ork ganger approaches holding a small bag that he gives to 'Don'. 'Don' fishes out two bottles and some baggies of white and green. "Here homies...that beer is peasant swill. I got two bottles of tequila, top shelf stuff and some homegrown aztec green (marijuana) and some primo mountain top snow (nova coke). You're carnales! You should party like you are, eh?!"
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Don's face turns sour as he stands there holding the gifts out. "What the Frag! You motherfraggers got a problem with me, or something?!" The ork saddles up next to Don his hand reaching inside his opened shirt, who places his hand on his shoulder saying much more restrained now "Dont waste the fraggin' bullet on these putas."
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Jack just bows slightly. "Sorry, Boss. I'm going clean for a while. Can't risk loosing the lucky streak, and all. Besides, someone has to keep a cautious eye on all of this. Not everyone can be partying."
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"Watch who you call names, Don. You know I don't partake, I just hand out."
His dead eyes stared at Don. "You heard Jack apologise, now you do the same and we can get back to the party and our jobs."
Negotiation: Negotiation (4) + Pheromones (2) + Charisma (5) (11d6.hits(5)=5) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2890617/)
He pushed the crate of booze into the Ork guards arms so he couldn't reach for his gun any longer, "You'll give me a hand, right Chummer." His glare was cold.
Intimidation: Intimidation (5) + Pheromones (2) + Charisma (5) (12d6.hits(5)=5) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2890631/)
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The ork stares back for a moment from behind his dark glasses. You cant see him avert his eyes, but his posture gives way as you cow him down. You'll never know if its the force of your personality or the fact of your rank, but he backs down.
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"Thank you." He goes to get another crate from the truck.
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After a few moments of trying to resist, Smiles Twice bounds up and immediately moves to help with a crate of liquor, a little too eagerly. As he grabs a crate, he pulls out a bottle of tequila to inspect it a knowing eye. Smiles secretly preferred whiskey, but tequila certainly suited the occassion.
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Myra looks to her comrades " hope this party, gets rockin soon. Or I'll be hitting the tequila" Myra keeps an eye on don and other agngers around. Picks up a bag of weed and throws it over to some of the lower ranks doing the work. " you boys party hard tonight"
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Jack throws his arms open, smiling. "Do whatever you want, people. I'll be on watch today."
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Blocks away you can hear the rumble echoes of large numbers on large motorcycles. The best guess is a few of the biker gangs within the Chulos are rallying and riding into the center of the chulos territory. You see bikers from two directions merge onto the large thourough-fair, the Guachos and the Diablos rojo rumble past.
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Heretic watches them pass briefly but then continues unloading, he was hard to impress and even harder to be made to care.
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By noon, it is suprisingly a clear and sunny day and the largely latino population is about cheerfully, another oddity in Seattle. There are perhaps a dozen different tejano music channels competeing for dominance in the air, as well as spanish pop, rock, metal, and rap creating a racket of noise, yet it is welcome an warm much like the fair atmosphere it is intended to be. There is the inviting smells of food, including grilled and browned meat. Of course, any native of the 'hood knows the meat is rat, and although tastey some are inclined to stay away...their loss huh chummer?
Street venders line the roads, both of food beverages and a varied supply of nick nacks, and if one looked hard enough, illegal things.
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After unloading Heretic wanders over to the street vendors, though unlikely he hoped maybe, just maybe he could find an unusual weapon, blade or tool. "You never know what might get someone to spill their guts... one way or another."
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Jack kept the network working, and strolled along, looking for really bad stuff. If he found any, the legbreakers would have even more fun this evening. Besides that, he just kept an eye on things, swaying with the rhythm, and smiling to everyone...
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Smiles Twice's will power held out for a whole two hours, after which he cracked one of the nicer bottles of synthetic tequila and began handing out shots. He began sharing the story of how he got his scar with any ladies willing to listen.
The story is different every time Smiles tells it, and that afternoon Smiles told it several times, adjusting it based on how many shots he'd had and how many fine human chicas were in earshot. The only concrete detail that remains the same through all the versions is that Smiles earned his grisly scar in defense of the Chulos. What is probably the most unclear is who he was defending the Chulos against; sometimes it's an upstart gang in a turf dispute. Sometimes it's a running battle from Lone Star. After about three shots, the story evolves into Smiles Twice single-handedly slaying an entire team of Shadowrunners with nothing more than a winning smile, a surge of improbably shiny mojo, and of course a pair of cajones so big he needs a wheelbarrow to carry them in.
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a little Chulo, around the age of ten runs up breathelessly to you (happens to each of you regardless of where you are). He's huffing and puffing from the exertion he's made to find you all qickly, possibly under orders to do so. It takes a moment for him to get out the words "Pablo....dogpound...important meeting....now." The dog pound is an old warehouse several blocks away in which Pablo, a carnale, holds his rooster, devil rat, and dog fights. The kid knows nothing more than he was told to find you all and give you the message. With his message delivered he finds a beer from a nearby cart half finished which he downs before pulling a joint from his brown headband. "Got a light essaies?"
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When that kid enters the backyard of an abandoned warehouse, Ramirez is sitting on his Steed, relaxing and enjoying the sunny day. For the first moment, he mistakes the kid for one of those who always brought him some electronic and machinery pieces found on local junkyards. He had done some repairs for bikers yesterday and so he is quite short of usefull parts. As the streets are buzzing with the expectation of upcoming festivities, he is thinking about preparing some pyrotechnc toys for kiddies, recharging his Eyes batteries and polishing his dogs pistons and armor..
Yeah kid whaddyou got for me??? he asks curriously...
When he heard the news, something changed. He was not invited to these places too often, he was more tolerated than counted for the real Chulo. He quickly drove the ramp to the van, and moved to the fron, where, instead the drivers seat was the mechanism to park his wheel chair. Dobberman jumps in right after him, taking his place at the trunk of the van.
Five minutes later he was parking his van in front of the Dogpound. He enters the dogs house...sitting in his chair, with his dog at his side...
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After tossing a match to the boy Heretic turned to head to the dogpound.
This better be worth it.
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Isabella was lounged back, on the roof of a three story apartment complex a block off the main strip, just sipping on a slowly sweating bottle of cervesa as she soaked up some of that rare Seattle sun. When the kid showed up, she defaulted to just brushing him off.
"Pssz! Go away! I'm watching for helicopters. Very important." She closed her eyes again and brought her hands up behind her head, but the kid wouldn't leave. His shadow draped across her face, blocking its warmth, and a late fall breeze prickled at her skin, spoiling the moment. "Uhhhn..." she groaned as she sat up. "Pablo, hunh? Well I guess hes good for a different kind of sunshine.. Might as well go brighten my day over there. 'Tha fuck you find me anyway?" she asked irritated at the prospect of work on this of all days.
The response seemed to be slow in coming.
The kid just standing there, looking exhausted and oh so proud with that little twist-up in his mouth was too much for Dizzy to resist. She had to fuck with him.
"Yeah, sure, I'll light you up. Hold still."
She whipped out her HK in a smooth motion and fired a burst into the nearby brickwork, sending fragmenting brick flying everywhere in a cloud, and managing to catch the end of the joint on fire with the flash from the gas vent. The kid stumbled backwards in surprise and started to fall down, but Dizzy's hand managed to shoot out like a cobra, snatching the joint from the parted lips of his shocked face before he came down hard on his ass.
Dizzy puffed the terrible little chem-treated schwag joint two times, deeply, before she flicked it at the kid, still sitting on the ground working hard to choke back tears from the fumes in his eyes.
"Never stand in my sun, chulito, or I give you a light again, comprende?"
She pulled up her respirator over her mouth and nose and proceeded to walk off to the stairwell entrance with hands in pockets.
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Rafa sat on a roof, rifle on his lap and legs over the ledge, swinging idly in the air.
With everyone out partying, shit was bound to be stirred and someone would have to do some "law enforcement" 'round here. That usually involved a lot more enforcement than law, just the way he liked it.
He hated being the responsible one, in large part because he wasn't. But he'd filled a plastic 2.5l detergent bottle with free beer and grabbed some meat -sure, it was vermin, but well seasoned vermin, and that made all the difference - from a vendor in the streets. So he sat there on the rooftops, nearly invisible to the people below, watching the rooftops and streets, quietly enjoying these rare moments of good weather, free beer and spicy meat.
He spotted the kid running through the streets from a mile away; constantly looking upwards instead of where he was going. The chico seemed in a hurry and almost exhausted.
Idiota will run into trouble in the form of a street tough holding a beer if he doesn't watch in front of him. What's he expecting to find up here anyway?
He let the thought swirl around in his mind. There really wasn't much you could reasonably expect to find up on the roofs here, he made sure of that. So there was only...
Me? Chico's gotta be crazy thinking he can find me like that... Looks important though. Ah, screw it, could use another rat-on-a-stick anyway.
He swung the rifle over his shoulder. The kid almost straight below, Rafa lazily jumped down to the streets and landed right in front of the startled boy. Halfway the jump his skin, hair and clothes had already started changing, the thousand-shades-of-gray urban camouflage quickly being replaced by gang marks on a brown cloak; dark black hair with silver highlights and brightly colored tattoo's of winding snakes, snarling dragons and scantily dressed women on his olive brown skin.
The boy had almost recovered from the shock of Rafa's sudden appearance and tried to speak when the drawing stopped and the movement began. The snakes and dragons suddenly started fighting each other and the women stripped to music that couldn't be heard; the boy watched it open-mouthed as if hypnotized.
"Whatcha want, muchacho?"
The kid snapped out of it, delivered the message, then asked for a light.
"A light? The drek's wrong with you chico? You're so out of breath from that running, I could hear your panting half a block away! You know what that shit does to your lungs?"
The kid eyes grew larger as it saw Rafa's forehead display the image of a pair of pink lungs, fading to brown and then black, finally turning into a black sludge that oozed down into Rafa's grinning lips. The boys response -or more specifically the lack thereof- was enough, so Rafael turned around, climbed the wall with the same ease as walking around a corner and vanished over the ledge.
On the roof, Rafa turned himself pitch black to capture as much warmth from the sun as possible and started in the direction of the dog pound, running and jumping roof to roof.
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Jack just stood up, and motioned the drone to follow him. A few minutes later he was already at the spot, even before the van arrived. He took a good look at the meeting place before he sneaked in, using the van as a decoy...
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As you make your way to the ‘pound’, the surroundings get worse, if you can imagine that in this part of the sprawl, as it changes from residential to the corroding industrial park area. You begin to smell it before you can see or hear it, yes, and the action’s going even in this early part of the day…..guess rampant unemployment among the SINless breeds lots of free time. The smell of animal droppings hangs heavy and rank in the area, but the regulars don’t seem to mind, you see a steady stream of people entering the old brick warehouse, going past a few ‘heavies’ for the gang, a mix of Orks and a few buff or just plain fat humans stand in the browns of the gang and keep watch.
Inside you see the extent of the patrons, who not only fill the bleachers, courtesy of the old high school gym, but also pack in the ground level. Bets are being handled by a few more in brown, although not ‘heavies’ they look capable. Currently there is a bout between a large pitbull and a trio of devil rats, the betting seems heavy as the stands and floor are full of yelling and finger signs, as well as hard currency passing hands along with bet slips.
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Rafa landed on the roof and entered the building by lifting up one of the heavily rusted metal corrugated sheets that formed the roof. He'd been here often, watching outside the ring, betting on the fights, usually losing too, but he mostly came for the atmosphere and the beer.
Lately he didn't really have any nuyen to spend, now he had to repay a loan to Tomas, even less. So he contented himself with watching the fights from the best spot in the building, on the trusses supporting the roof. It seemed his lucky day today. Free beer, free fights, good weather, could today get any better by placing some bets?
Shouldn't spend money you don't own, Rafa realized... but the part of his brain which had absorbed the one and a half liters of beer seemed to disagree. Chances would be about fifty-fifty; though he never bothered with math, it never bothered him neither.
Maybe Pablo's got something he wants to pay for... if I lose it immediately in a bet, I never really had the money anyway so it wouldn't be like losing money I owe...
He scanned the faces in the crowd, looking for Pablo.
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Ill watch the fight till the end, recording and saving the pitbulls movements, attacks and dodges. May be usefull when Ill try to upgrade my Dobermann sometimes in the future. When the fight is over, whatever the result, Ill ask some chulo for Pablo and then Ill folow the directions. Dobberman first, me, sitting in my chair, following.
When I got there:
Ola Pablo. Commo esta...
A little puppy on the street barked to me that you may need a hand or two. So here I go, ready as always...
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Ramirez here too? Since when does that wheeled dwarf come out of his garage?
PM: Oye ese! Que hay de nuevo? (Hey man, what's up?) Wanted to come by later this week, want some work done on my bike. What brings you here?
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Pushing her way through the crowd was not particularly difficult for the prodigal girl, the ghost of the Barrio. Though most of the Chulos didn't recognize her from having been away from the hood for over a decade, those who did were the ones who mattered. She walked past the line to the bouncer outside the dogpound's door, put her hand on his shoulder, and moved in close.
"Pablo asked to see me. You should take me to him or point me to someone who can."
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"Fragging crowds."
"PABLO WHERE ARE YOU." Heretic motioned towards whatever Pablo used as an office nowadays after shouting.
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Ola Rafa, It has been a while. You also here to meet Pablo? And for the bike...get some beers a came by...Im just little short of spare parts, but we should think something out...at least Ill tell you what to look for, I know you can handle the acquisition :)
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More people seemed to arrive on Pablo's invitation; he knew them either as friends or at least as loyal members of the Chulos, which to him was pretty much the same. Heretic's smile was immediately recognizable, the dwarf in a wheelchair even easier. Only one of them didn't scan properly.
Is that Isa? Impossible. Didn't she leave? When the hell did she get back?!
Rafa remembered her; had a major crush on her before she left, despite her being a psychopath. She still looked like a chica he'd like to get out of her pants -even more now than a couple of years ago- and still looked like a chica who'd cut off your balls for trying to achieve that goal. He'd have to keep his hormones in check around her.
Won't need a lot of parts, camarada; probably take out more than you put in. Need some room to hide stuff in, you know, things the knights wouldn't like.
He switched to the default color-scheme (heavily tattooed, brown cloak, black hair) while he climbed towards a support, let himself slide down and pushed through the crowds to where the other three seemed to be heading. Considering they all seemed to be here to find Pablo, that's probably where he could be found.
Puta madre, left my bottle up in the roof. Sure, it had gone stale, but that didn't mean it wasn't still beer.
"Pablo! You better have some cold cerveza's standing there, hombre!", shouted Rafa.
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Seeing the OGs gathered here at the pound reminded Dizzy of the old times. This old building and its old smells brought back a lot of memories. Sitting beside Hector with little Stephan in her lap while they worked out distribution rights with Jose Ruiz and the Mendez brothers. Kitting out in balaclavas to hit Lucky John out in Southside turf while he was seeing his lady-on-the-side. Cutting up that dirty Lonestar pendejo and feeding him to Pablo's dogs...
She and Hector used to be quite the power couple. Even after Hector stepped down to help better raise Stephan, he still ran things so that people came to him for approval. It was probably that habit that got him, and Stephan, killed while she was locked up for seven years at McNiel. If she'd been out in the hood, no one would have dared fuck with both of them. Hector was as smart as she was wild, and she once hijacked a Sader-Krupp Zeppelin to dump loaded train containers on Loveland in response to mafia encroachment. That's a lot of wild to match up to.
These days, it seemed the Chulos were a lot less structured. Everyone from back in the day who'd lived long enough to cash in on their rep was setting up a shop of their own. Well not everyone. There was a lot of rep gathered in this room that seemed unattached from head to ass. Rafa was hard even years ago when he was just a kid, and by the look of him, he hadn't gone the slightest bit soft. Jack was always dependable, but in the sort of way that it was no surprise he was still doing other people's work. Ramirez was, well, Ramirez. Everyone relied on him for wheels. The guy with the big, beefy cyberarms, she'd heard of but never met. Heretic. He'd showed up in the years she was away, but he was subject of the kind of hushed talk that the Sciano twins garnered before they got so twisted that they ended up killing each other for sport.
It seemed to be good company all around.
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Pablo's scarred face twists into a smile as looks over to you all. "Damn lil chulo found you fast, dat punk up to 2 packs a day so I didnt think he'd get you that fast." Pablo waves you over with his hand towards the back "I got some stuff to do, but walk and talk with me?" He heads past the door and grabs an old moldy looking plastic tub from an over-large refrigerator before heading out another door. The door opens letting in the noise and smell of the kennels. Pablo walks down the cages scooping out the bloody and pulpy meat from the tub and slings it into the cages of the awaiting animals. "Something bigs blowing essaies, Don talk to you guys yet? I dont trust that puta, he's schemeing some shit. I just know it. There's going to be a meeting tonight with all the top Carnales, and that means you even though you didnt get invited straight away. It's not......whats that word?...mandatory, but I think you should be there."
"Oh and some advice.... I wouldnt buy from the taco stand on 8th street....I know where they buy their meat." Pablo laughs hysterically at his own joke, you can see the missing and gold teeth in his mouth as he does so.
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"Don was certainly in a good mood... I fixed that."
Looking round the kennel e was reminded of his own home, granted the cages fit humans.
"A meeting huh? Where and when? What's your scan on it? Cutters being problem?"
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Rafa knew what taco stand Pablo meant... it was one of his favorites. He didn't really care about where the meat came from, as long as the seasoning was right or it had enough sauce to cover up the taste... or he was really hungry. Being picky wasn't something he could afford. He decided not to share those thoughts though.
Mandatory? What a dumb word, where the hell did that cabron pick that up? Sounds like the kind of mierda a corpse would use. It got on his nerves.
He only grunted an agreement with Heretic's questions. He'd just have asked "Who're we hitting?" but Heretic made it sound better, without ending up sounding like some wageslave.
Walking along with the rest, he looked around with mild surprise and interest -didn't know Pablo fed those dogs, they sure fight like they're starved and beaten all the time- until his eyes landed on Dizzy.
She was walking right next to him, the nerves got worse. He started speaking before he started thinking.
"Hey Isabella, when'd you get back? Last I heard you got out of jail and started living the high life, uptown with the corpses, forgetting all about us poor Chulo drunks and chiph..."
Only then did his mind catch up with his tongue and did he realize who he was talking to and what he was saying. By the looks of the changing expression on her face, maybe too late. He'd have blushed visibly -a rare feat for an ork- if his entire skin hadn't been covered with tattoos and begun stuttering an apology.
"Oh, Mierda. Uhm, Hijo de puta. I didn't mean... I mean... Just... Glad you're back, you know... Sorry 'bout your madre, Dizzy."
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PM to Rafa: "I've seen worse slip ups. Stop jittering like some chip head and you'll be fine. Unless this is that Dizzy people mentioned before. Can they vat grow Orc Testies?"
Vat testes... I'm sure there's a 'persuasion' method in there somewhere...
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After a moment, nobody even noticed Jack, keeping to himself in the rear and listening. If someone would, he'd probably notice a discreet smile that disappeared after a second. He knew something. Probably even more than the rest of the group Pablo invited. And maybe even Pablo didn't know some of that... Or maybe he just knew where to ask? Who'd say no to Jack? He's such a nice guy, and it's always good to have him watching your back...
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Heretic doesn't bother turning, he doesn't need to, even if Jack was a mile away he'd expect the guy or one of his "friends" to hear him. He was used to it.
"Jack! You sneak, you keep tiny mechanical ears everywhere, you got a scan on this?"
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"Hmmph, no. I didn't forget. Remembering is what kept me away." She walked on, nonchalantly. "Who was talking about me, by the way? I'm just curious. I mean it's flattering to be thought of so long after your gone..."
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Jack laughs at Heretic. If that was someone else, Heretic would gut him like a fish, but Jack? Everybody likes jack...
"Heh. No worries, Third isn't recording. Besides, you really want me to stop paying attention? Really? Who will, then? And seeing Rafa bumble like a child in Bella's presence is precious, wouldn't you say?"
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One of the dogs grabbed a piece of meat and shook it fiercely, some blood splattered against Rafa's cheeks. He threw an angry glare at the dog, then at the guys.
"You know, it wouldn't have killed any of you sons of bitches to tell me something like 'Hey, guess who's back in town.'. I could've said 'Hi, welcome back' sooner, at a nicer place than this."
He wiped the blood off with the back of his hands, cleaned it on his sleeves and grinned sarcastically at Dizzy.
"To be thought off? It's more like a thing people tell their niños to keep 'em in line... 'If you don't go to bed now, Dizzy will come at night and set it on fire.' you know? But I'm sure they mean it in a good way."
He prepared to dodge a slap, hoped it wouldn't be a bullet.
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"Oh wow, all this attention is making me question why I thought it would be a bad idea to keep bangin all the way into my thirties. I mean, that's your plan right, Jackie? Be a bitch until one day you lose and get fed to the rest." She motions to the kennels. "Yeah, not recording... When my personal business concerns you, any of you, you'll know.
For now.."
Dizzy turned to Pablo.
"...I want you to tell me why the hell we're really here. You want to talk about Don? You want to talk about what this meeting is going to be about? You want to tell me which greedy little maricon killed Hector and my boy? Hunh? I know you like your balls too much to call me down here now just to tell me there's a meeting later. You didn't confuse me with one of your mutts, Cabron? That would be very stupid..."
[OOC: cha 6 +3 skill +2 spec +2 TP = 13d6.hits(5) → [5,2,3,5,6,4,6,1,2,5,1,5,4] = (6) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2938519/)]
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"Who, me? Lady, it's not like I can stop listening. And I'm the last person to judge anyone. Especially people whom i respect."
Jack stretches his arms, staying cool and generally being a nice guy.
"Besides, I'm not known for being mean to people who can make my life a living hell. I've seen your tricks, and I'll rather play Russian roulette with an SMG before I piss you off."
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Rafa started feeling less and less comfortable. Why the hell were they acting so serious? Heretic had moved straight to business. Dizzy's normal psychotic behaviour had always been well... dangerous, but at least fun to witness, now she just seemed dead set on replacing the fun with lethality. Sure, Jack was being nice and cool, but he was nice even when he tried to be mad, so that didn't count.
Today there was a celebration! A party with free beer, cheap food and even good weather! (Anything non-acidic could be considered good in these parts.) The mood on the street was less surly than usual, even openly happy at some places. He'd been enjoying himself so far even despite not allowing himself to get totally wasted. This better not turn out to put an end to such a nice day. He wasn't as easy to anger than many others in these parts, but there were limits to what he could tolerate.
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hm...Don... havent seen him around for a while. He used to stop by quite often and drop some interesting pieces of hardware in the past, also got his car repaired, just the usual stuff. But...maybe he found some better..resources...
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"You know what, Jackie? You're right. I'm not mad at you. Snapping at you is not helping." She pauses to put a hand on his shoulder, the electric fuzz of her shock frills resting on the skin of his neck. She looks in his eyes. "Sorry. We'll catch up later, hey?"
She removes her hand and turns to Heretic and Ramirez.
"I know I'm being rude and I apologize. Pablo interrupts my good mood and sends for me just to tell me something that he could have over the comm, in a single line of text. Then Rafa basically says I killed my mother by leaving, which, I apologize, is true! Why should I be angry when he's right? It's on me to be better, yeah?"
She sticks out her hand.
"Hello. Heretic, yes? Little chulos talk of you often, but they are afraid to say much."
"Ramirez. Hombre. Always a welcome sight."
"Rafa, I'm still mad at you." (She seems calm enough..)
"Pablo. Pablo.. Why the fuck are we here if we got nothing to discuss?"
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BBCode6d6.hits(5)=2 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2941788/)
Pablo was shook by the woman's ferocity, the animals sensed it too as they began baying and howling. Pablo went from shock to embarrassment to hostility in a matter of a few seconds. His voice boomed "Slot all of you! and take your bitch with you. I cant have no bitches in heat up in here no ways." His voice draws the attention of the Heavies about, two begin walking...or rather being walked by the pitbulls they have on chains who claw anxiously at the concrete floor to make their way over to the commotion.
Pablo steps back his arms up and out in a sign of 'bring it if you dare' as he mutters "You drekheads are on your own now."
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Walter stepped through the hallway of "A favor del viento," not the most appealing of places to eat but rent above the inn was cheap. He progressed towards the lone door at the end of the hallway, the boards under his feet squeaked as he proceeded forward. He slide his fingers along the door frame examining the safety measures he left in place before last night out.
Someone was coming up the stairwell rather fast as they made stomped up the steps, Walter knew they would be near the top step soon when he heard the deep squeak of the floorboard. He spun around gun drawn as he saw a young boy leaning forward as he panting hard after reaching the final step.
"El pequeño diablo... the others... are on there way... Pablo... dog pound... important meeting... now!" Quickly the kid reaches out for a half drunk bottle of beer laying on a cart, then reaches up to his brown headband and removes the joint he placed there for good keeping. "Got a lite essie?"
Walter replaces his gun back into the holster as he approaches the kid, with a flick of his wrist he burnishes his lighter and lites the kid's blunt. "Those stunt your growth essie."
@ the dog pound
Walter hurries through the crowd as he sees the others following Pablo. Walter says to himself "Better late than never." and lets out a slight chuckle. He slips in behind the rest of the group following Pablo, as he thinks to himself "Maybe they won't notice, I mean who really looks down anymore."
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"Ohhh...crap... what have I walked into now..."
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[Composure test looking for 2: Will 4 +6 cha =10d6.hits(5) → [1,5,5,4,4,1,4,6,5,4] = (4) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2941873/)]
Dizzy rolls her eyes at the posturing man and runs a hand through her hair. "Chinga! Are you kidding me with this? You waste my time, and now you're mad at me. Pathetic. I ain't even raised my voice at you. Just asked you to cut the bullshit, but apparently all you are is bullshit. This is my comm code. You got any more important messages to pass on, you call me, hey. Pssh!"
Dizzy turned and began walking towards the exit.
"I was on my own when I walked in here, puta culo."
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Hey Dizzy, wait....
Pablo...hell, you called for us because you apparently have a problem. You seemed worried even when we enter. So. Take a deep breath, relax, and let us start once again. We are not a part of this problem, we may be part of the soultion. I personally have a little to loose. If this area falls apart, even if Chulos are gone and Im still alive, Ill simply load my van with all I have and make my way to Tacoma or Big Apple or whatsoever. It is easy to start from beginniong when you got nothing but your skills and pack of tools, and good mechanic will always find a place to live.
You should loose much more.
You build up this place, your bussines, and your reputation and that all puts you into risk. We know each other for how long? Fifteen years? Well. You gave us some credit when you summoned this meeting.
I wont apologize her behavior. But let us dont throw away all that good for one angry chicka.
Dizzy will cool down. You will cool down. Those two guys will cool down.
We everybody be cool and you tell us whats going on and how we should be helpfull.
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Etiquette (5d6.hits(5)=3) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2941975/)
Jack walks up to Pablo, and just tags by as he walks, for a second or two unnoticed, he waits for Pablo to give him any sign he wants to talk.
"Pablo. You know us. You know me. Nobody here wanted this. She's upset, you could've noticed why..."
Jack sneaks a quick look at Rafa, but there is no accusation, or resentment in his eyes. He's just pointing the facts.
"If Your Mother would've been involved, you would react the same way, wouldn't you? I've seen you slice a man open from sternum to chin for insulting her... You called us here for a reason. Don't let your time be wasted by this. I would be grateful, if you continue as if nothing happened. I'll just fill her in later. She's pulling her worth, as everyone here... She just has a harder time getting used to the place again. And if the thing you called us in to discuss is seriou, we will need her skills..."
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Heratic shakes Dizzy's hand politely, "Thy often talk hushed words of you too, I hope we can get on well."
After Pablo's reaction,
"Pablo, Dizzy has a point. You called us out from the party that -we- were guarding, to tell us about a meeting you could have just had your doped up little messenger chulo tell us about.
What happens when you try putting too many of your fighting animals in one place? They scrap, amigo. That's what just happened here. So give us all a break and fill us in."
Charisma 5 + Negotiations 4 + Pheromones 2 (11d6.hits(5)=2) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2942157/)
"And If you really had no other reason", his dead eyes flicked between the muscle surrounding Pablo, "You should remember -no one- wastes my time, I just find something else to occupy myself with, amigo."
It sounded completely different that time, or was it his imagination?
Charisma 5 + Intimidation 5 + Pheromones 2 (12d6.hits(5)=6) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2942163/)
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Pablo calms to Jack's attempts, but he's still on edge.
BBCode8d6.hits(5)=5 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2942365/)
Heretics words hang out there, but dont visibly bring a reaction other than keeping Pablo's voice loud. "If I could have called I would. I dont know where you slots live, but I got No SLOTTIN' signal here." He says as he animatedly presents his commlink to Jack, although his words were others benefit. "Midnight, at the towers." Referring to the Pullyup Towers, an old projects building. "Parking garage, its a meeting of the Carnales, be there or dont. I dont give a fat stinking pile of drek if you are or not, but get the hell out of my place."
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Jack smiles again, this time brightly. "No signal, huh? That can be arranged, Pablo. We can get some cheap stuff, and give the local kids a job of gluing it to anywhere between you and the nearest signal zone. Or you could just invest in a satellite uplink. It's just a few hundred. I was checking out new models, and most of them were around 500 yen... I'll check out what I can do, and look for the link anyway. Maybe I can find one liberated from the corpses, or the usual fallen-from-a-truck variety. I'll do what i can. See you then.
He waves to him on his way out, silently motioning to the rest that they should leave. Pablo and his dogs had the temper in common, and working him off could be even worse. He has lots of dogs.
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OK Pablo. Will be there. An about that signal...I may put that thing together right here on my knee from that comlink of yours, fision battery from some car or a generator and some wirings, there is enought metal rods in those cages to make this place local radio station. All you need is to ask. Bye.
Leaving...Me first, dobermann second...
@PM: I`ll wait outside in my van, there is no sense in talking to him and Im not interested in his cohones displays.
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"Thanks Pablo, it was an experience." One metal hand waved in the air as he left, the other arm found it's way gently onto Jack's shoulders. The VPN bringing up "What's your guess for the meet?"
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Rafa just nodded at Pablo and shrugged his shoulders, it might have been an apology, but he didn't feel it was worth wasting words on. He walked out of the kennel, snatched a beer bottle inside the old warehouse and walked out of The Dogpound.
He couldn't help feel slightly responsible for the events... hell, this probably was his responsibility, but not his alone. Not that he cared all that much. He knew each and every one of them had enough street-cred around here to shake this one off without any damage. Truth be told, he hadn't even expected anything different. Too much serious talking was for corpses and people who thought of themselves too highly.
Outside of the pound, he caught sight of Dizzy walking a bit further. Before anyone could respond, he started a small sprint to catch up to her enough to speak to her, but not nearly enough to be considered with her.
"I said I was sorry Diz, you fucking know I didn't mean in that way! But if that's the excuse you need to go all psycho" like she ever needed one "then go ahead. I just wanted to say welcome back, we can't all be as good with words as pretty angel Jack!"
He would have added 'And you don't have to be on your own, you've got friends here!', but he didn't have the balls to say it, and started to doubt if she considered them that way. The gang was a family to him, the only one he had. That this might not be the same for everyone had never really crossed his mind.
He waited for Heretic and Jack to catch up to him and only said "If she doesn't show up, I'll find her and drag her there. She shouldn't be alone... You know I didn't mean what she said I said, right?"
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"Don't worry, man. She'll be there. She knows it's important. She'll get used to the place again... You think it was easy for me? Well, I wasn't exactly doing time, but believe me, I would rather at the time. Though this stuff is worth all the pain."
Jack does a back-flip, and continues walking after a perfect landing, just like that...
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"She'll be there, you heard her, someone close to her was hurt. She's looking for the truth. I know what that's like."
Heratic? Empathy without a program slotted or shoving tempo down his throat? This was a strange sight.
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Jack's expression to their reaction on Heretic's sudden change of heart was cool as usual. Sometimes people forget that this is the kid that watched more stuff from the shadows than most of them did in first person...
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Dizzy turns on her heels like a whip. "Stuff your apology, Rafa. You said something stupid. You made a mistake. How you gonna make it up to me, hunh?" A smile cracks her lips and she raises an eyebrow. "Buy me a churro, eh?"
She laughs as she turns away. "It's just a power play, amigo. You gotta let people know where they sand, or they'll walk all over you, thinking nothing of it." She pauses and cocks her head to the side. "Besides, you wouldn't want something I do coming back on you, eh?"
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"I know this great Taco stand on 8th street!" he shouted after her with a grin on his face.
"So, lots of time to kill before that meeting, whatever the hell that's supposed to be about. I'll probably go there a bit sooner to check the place out, wouldn't be the first time other groups show up there. You guys up to something? Watching all that partying by yourself, would be a lot more fun joining, no?"
Rafa was just looking for an excuse to stop being 'responsible' and just have some fun... just had to make sure he wasn't too drunk, or had sobered up a bit, by midnight.
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Ill open the van and sen my 2 Spies to the air. directing them to the towers.
After that Im just sitting im my steed at the side of the van, face against the sun, waiting until the rest of the group will come out of the Dogpound.
When that happens, I`ll look at them with the question in the eyes.
Did he said at least something usefull? No. I thought that.
Normaly Ill get back to that backyard and spent a rest of the afternoon sunbathing, and finishing those fireworks, but semothing interrests me on Pablo "invitation". Maybe it is time to have some excitement.
So what are you going to do now? Id love to know more about this meeting...at least the reason and topic. Herretic, you said youve met Don before? Maybe he knows something...Jack. Couldn`t you dig something out?
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"Don will be too far gone on his novacoke, we're more likely to get shot then info."
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The party on the streets is full out and brimming with party-goers of every stripe. You can see the hardened types swaggering about, their eyes scanning the area hoping to not become someone elses prey, the locals most hispanic but all far from well off, and then mixed in is the wanna-be's who swagger about in tough designs without scuffs or scratches or the tell-tale signs of acid rain. They mix about as various gangs ride by in custom bikes and colorful customized cars in a sort of parade.
Further in from the main byways, the Tower looms in the shadows most of the residents lucky to have a roof and walls let alone illegal taps for electricity. There are flame filled barrels about the street here and leading into the depths of the parking garage. Between the nice cars, bikes and SUV's, patrol a score of heavily armed men and dog handlers holding back their vicious charges, they could possibly even be Pablos. The enterance to the garage is more heavily patrolled with a dozen standing post there. They try to look hard, and for their large size and tattoo's, they do to most......but, you arent most are you?
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"Almost Time."
VPN:"Waiting for you guys nearby
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Jack strolls along peacefully, smiling to the toughs who mostly smile back, and chat with him for a while. He knows most of them, and they know him - as the guy who saved one of the top bosses, and as the kid who always watched their back and never failed to do so. And he's just so harmless, did you even seen him angry... He wouldn't scare a puppy even if he gets mad. Though he never does. And people just like him...
Jack sits back by the entrance, joking and chatting with the guards, who're not so cordial, but they still do acknowledge him. He told them he's waiting for the rest of his acquaintances, and they accepted it after hearing their names. Though their eyebrows rose after hearing them, and Pablo telling them to come to the meet. Looks like they noticed this is a big one, and their attitude hardened a bit.
Jack smiled to the guards as he spoke - openly - to the others through the network. "I'm at the doors, the guys guarding don't mind me waiting for you."
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From atop the The Tower, perched on a corner of the roof, blending in with the darkness, Rafa looked down on the events going on at street level.
Heavily armed men, vicious dogs, biker gangs... everything clear. He'd seen nothing really suspicious the past hour and a half.
Not that he could've seen everything he realized. No matter how high you got, there were always dark alleyways blocked from sight and most buildings in the neighborhood had more ways to enter than the entrance(s). Shattered windows, busted doors... even the walls usually weren't that hard to break down, if they weren't already.
He zoomed in on Jack's movements when he arrived and watched him sitting there, smiling and chatting happily, showing no notice to the indifferent and glum looks of the guards. For the so manieth time Rafa wondered to himself how the guy managed to do that... did he have that great acting talent and social skills, or did he have so little that he honestly didn't realize the situation he was in and how much he didn't seem to belong, that sort of innocence and harmlessness usually only found in 6-year-olds, mental retards or puppies. Maybe a combination of both...
I see you Jack. Where you at Heretic? I'll be down in a minute.
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Ive been watching the area around the Towers all afternoon wth my flyspies parked on the structrue. I saw bikers, cars, a lot of people, all of them attending to underground garrageReading the signatures and tags, I was trying to realize who is who on that meeting, and it seems half a Seattle crimescene is pressent. Meanwhile, Ive finished some nonlethal (well, almost) fireworks for treet kids and gave the box to local little friends, to have a fun and maybe to make some bussines from it. I know that this favour will return somehow, and I felt in the right mood for the gifts.
When the time comes, I load my van as usual and head to the meeting point. When I arrived at the place, Jack was waiting at the entrance, usualy in the talkative mood, not concerned about the guards ar whatsoever, obviously having a good time.
Whistle
Hoi chummer. Wanna take a ride for the rest of the way? Ive got some place left in here! Ive been watching this place all afternoon and it seems like some pretty serious AAA summit in here. Hope that corpses dont hit this place.
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"Round the corner."
He pulled out both... Are those Ares Pred IVs? They're way too big... from his arms and checked them over.
"Fully loaded too, just in case. Meet you at the door then Jack, Rafa."
He holstered them and walked over, looking around intently.
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As the sun started to dip, Dizzy had ditched the party early to head back to her mothers old pad in the north east. There were still a lot of things to pull through. Her brother Esteban had stayed here, taking care of their mother, Gloria, for decades, even after Dizzy moved in with Hector and all the time she was in lockup. If no one was talking about Hector, maybe these walls would tell her of her brother. She didn't have time to search too long before the meeting was supposed to start. For a moment, she contemplated not going. After all, she had retired from an active role in the gang so long ago. Though, since then, she hadn't exactly been on the straight and narrow path. This was neighborhood business. It was criminal business. It was her business. Dizzy left for the lot, loaded for trouble with her SMG hung under her longcoat, her machine pistol tucked into the small of her back, and her Colt, disassembled and hung about her as jewelry. The left side of her coat hid a good number of clips, filled with ammo and ready to go. The colt's clips she kept separate on her ankle, under the cuff of her old army surplus pants. This night had the potential to get very exciting.
By the time she arrived, she was cursing her habit of taking autocabs. She had forgotten how long it takes to hoof it somewhere and arrived a little late. She tried to slip in unnoticed. Preferably behind Pablo.
[Rolling infiltration to go into the meeting unnoticed: Agl 10 +3 skill = 13d6.hits(5) → [3,4,5,2,5,5,5,2,4,3,2,1,3] = (4) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2947174/)]
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Rafa descended to near street level on the other side of the building, jumped on the roof of another one, walked to the street on the other side of it and landed on the sidewalk next to his Yamaha. Even though hadn't had the bike for very long, he'd grown to like his new toy -well, new to people who considered fourth-hand vehicles new anyway. He jumped on it, started it and after a couple of hundred meters and two left turns, arrived at the entrance to the underground parking.
His clothes had assumed the gang colors and his tattoos were back in full color and motion; dragons, giant feathered snakes and dancing naked women. Rafa's rifle hung slung over his right shoulder. He'd put on his best outfit, a set of hardliner gloves with golden feathered snakes over the knuckles. The fingers and palms were cut open, leaving leather straps around his wrist and each of his fingers to keep the patch of leather fixed over his knuckles and the back of his hands. He and the gloves had earned their reputation in this neighborhood.
He stopped next to his friends standing there, leaned on his left foot and nodded to each of them. "'bout time we go in, no? Dizzy show up yet?"
He held up a grease stained paper bag and showed its contents. Colombian style churro, ring shaped, dipped in chocolate, sprinkled with sugar and cinnamon. He grinned, fished one out and swallowed it whole. "Anyone want some?"
Rafa ignored the 'guards' completely. Muscle with heavy weapons, hardly skilled, just standing there looking tough. Not worth wasting time on.
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The Guards mostly looking tough have no reason to challenge a Carnale, so besides a bit of gruff bravado, they have nothing to say and less inclination to stop you. The paking garage spirals down another two floors, the way lit by a few working lights that flicker on and off regularly and fire barrels spaced out intermittently. The 'first' floor you see is full of vehicles, a mix like you'd see at a large used car dealership with the exception of the care given to the exteriors. A lone Ork in a brown flannel shirt, the sleeves cut off to show his large arms and tattoos stands at the entrance of the first floor. "Eh Carnales! The things down one more level." H e says with some enthusiasm, as if this was a great job he has "Oh and Paco wants to rap wit youz bout something later. He's in there two....dwarf with no beard sporting cornrows, if you dont know who he is."
The bottom level......who could believe how nice a parking garage could be. The best furnishings from this part of the sprawl must have been looted just to decorate the place. While the chairs, sofas and loveseats didnt match, they were in good repair and of some quality. The place is lit by a multitude of quality lamps and no less than a dozen chandoleers. It is in the middle that a large concregation of carnales, but not nearly the entirety of them are talking or hanging in cliques.
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He patted the Orc's shoulder on the way by, "Keep up the good work."
Looking round the decorated garage his expression remained solid. "Nice.. KE would have a field day."
He looked around for anyone not of the ordinary crew and for Paco, to keep an eye on him
"This is a lot of us in one place... What's this about?"
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Never knew there was this much stuff down here... must have been at the top of this building dozens of times, never even considered checking the bottom.
He follows the rest without saying a word, eyes (4) and ears (3) focusing (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2948374/) on finding exits and anything that looks suspicious.
Wonder if someone actually lives here. Stupid place to hang out, even dumber living here with that much hot things around. No other exits. Not a good place Rafa, stay alert.
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Ill park my "limo" in the first floor, ride out with my chair and with the dobberman at my side Ill stay close to Heretic, he seems to be the only firm point around here. At least, he will be able to spot Paco, which would be a difficult task for me on the stead. My Eyes are still parked at the structure of the towers, monitoring the area and sending me the stream to PAN windows..
While in he meantime, Ill read the news, then browse throught all my chats and social forums, keeping my mouth shut aboout where am I and what happened at the afternoon but posting some juicy pictures from street party and celebrations catched on my way throught the sprawl, kids with fireworks, edited scenes from dogfight at dogpound, sunbathing chicas...
I never forget to remove all time and GPS stamps and Im trying not to show too many faces...And I will hope that my signal gets throught all that concrete and metal to my drones and then out to the world.
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Placing his goggles on with one chromed hand he started making rounds as if on an undercover guard duty, despite Ramirez's following, he didn't mind.
A little small talk here, a nod there.
Visual then Audio Perception: Ini 4 + percep 4 + enhance 3 (11d6.hits(5)=3, 11d6.hits(5)=4) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2948429/)
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Walter stepped down the ramp into the parking garage. From what he could see, there were two guards chatting as they kept watch. Was that PePe? It was. "Pepe... long time no see." Walter said in his thick accent as he flashed gang hand talk to PePe. "Hey amigo! Where have you been?" Pepe asked Little Devil. "I've been around, been keeping busy gettin' everything for the party." explained Little Devil. "Well they are waiting down on the lower level for ya." said Pepe. Walter continued walking down each level till he got to the bottom level.
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Paco smiles as he throws his thumbs out to two of his hangers, a large human and an ork, to move away from the coming conversation. Paco sucks on his gold plated teeth "From what I hear its fallout from Don and Pablo's 'whose got the biggest dick contest'......." Paco says with a smile bordering on cocky. "This is all upper management, so its going to be big. And we'll be having company if my little birdies on the street are right." Paco's smile is even bigger and cockier with the statement.
It becomes obvious, now that Paco mentions the rivalry that Don and Pablo occupy seperate areas and pretend not to notice eachother. Ah gang politics at its finest.
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Hey. Paco. Well, I assumed that from what I heard, I was just curious, if there are some other power players or it is just between those two cocks? And what exactly do you mean "visit"? Something like Errant SWAT commando? Like a nice way from them to say hallo to us, I ve not heard they have been too active on our turf since they took over the Emerald??
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Great. So trapped in a hole underground with no exits and expecting an enemy. They could literally smoke us out. No way I'm staying down here.
PAN: What's all this mierda? I really don't need to get involved with these Pendejo's power-plays, certainly not if it'll get me shot in some pimped out shithole like this.
Rafa decided not to say a word. Turning that whole thing with Pablo into a powder keg was enough for today; this situation could get explosive enough without his unintended aid.
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Heretic leant against a support pillar.
We try talking them out of their piss-ant little row. If that don't work... We let them slaughter each other.
Then we take over their turf. I might not like the decorations.. but imagine if the towers were ours... with people like Jack, Ramirez, etc running security on it... wouldn't be bad... "
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Dizzy was still a block away from the meet when her comm pinged with Rafa's message, indicating that it had linked into the sub net consisting of all the relatively affluent Chulos' comms gathered in the parking garage.
<<@Rafa: Hey, hermanito, clue me in. What power play? I've got some experience in these matters.>>
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PM @ Dizzy: Knew you'd show up! Not a lot of churro left! I'm thinking Paco's gotten the idea that his dick's longer than Pablo's and Tomas'. Still doesn't mean his balls are big enough to match though. Think he's arranged some kind of trouble, don't know what.
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I see your point, Heretic. I can imagine that this meeting would most probably end up with some skirmish, hell, everyone here is fully packed. I`d vote for not interferring until they are done with each other.
That visit you mentioned, Paco, do you have any clue who invites it?
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[OOC: Underworld Politics Knowledge skill check Int 4 +5 skill = 9d6.hits(5) → [5,5,2,5,2,3,2,1,1] = (3) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2952546/)]
<<@Rafa: Makes no sense to start a war at a meetup. Unless he's looking to buy into a different crew like the Mafia or the Cutters to support his play, he would get ripped apart on the streets. No one's going to follow a coward who kills his own people at a sit-down. Besides, he wants a coup, why tell you, eh? As to Pablo and Don, if they had half the cahones they pretend, they wouldn't be so desperate for your support.>>
Dizzy had managed to slip into the part of the garage not in use for the meet and was making her way toward the lit area so she could listen in.
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PM @ Dizzy: Gee, people with more ambition than brain or brawn doing things that make no sense? That'd be a first! Looks like we might be forced to pick sides too... Heretic's thinking about starting a new side: our own.
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VPN: "Maybe this is why Don offered us some of his Novacrap and Tequila. Get us on his side."
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Or to get you out of the way...youve tried that nova?
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Or to get you out of the way...youve tried that nova?
VPN: Damn good point there. It's like Brain Acid
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Paco points out a few other players, most of them the biker cliques associated with the Chulos, but dismisses them out of hand. "Real powers in the Carnales still locked up, this is some straight bulldrek...normal though. Thats why I keep to my hustles and out the crap. Who wants to be a shotcaller when your hoop gets tossed into the pennitetary? Not this skinny mini." He says with a chuckle showing his gold teeth again. "Oh our visiters aint Johnny Law. Think I'd risk my hoop if I thought it was? Other club heavies. They'll be first up if I'm right. No one wants to get bitched down on a powerplay in front of outsiders." You can see the wisdom in the last, it's bad enough your own set knows, let alone an outside club. Paco throws a thumb towards the ramp up "If the drek hits the fan though, my wheels is armored and......" Paco's rep as a well known arms dealer dawns on you all suddenly "I got lots to pass around to deal with it. Black SUV."
Its another 15 minutes before a contingent of Chulos walk down flanking two large leather wearing Trolls. You catch a flash of their colors and symbol.....Spikes!
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VPN: Spikes are here?! We're hosting a gathering and no one wanted to tell us?! What pinche Chulo thought this was a good idea?
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Under his breath, "Son of a..."
VPN: "Can someone gimme the low down on these guys?"
Gang Turf 2 + Intuition 4 (6d6.hits(5)=4) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2953446/)
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[OOC: Seattle gangs knowledge check - Int 4 +4 skill = 8d6.hits(5) → [5,1,2,3,5,2,3,2] = (2) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2953573/)
VPN: Spikes are mostly just muscle for hire these days, but they control our gateway to the north and Seattle proper. They're good friends to have, at least now that Lord Torgo got offed. I don't get this move now, though. Team brown doesn't have the leadership for a move like this. We've got the turf here to move stuff to and from the newly opened Tir and Cal-free markets, but we don't have the equipment. No use speculating too much yet.
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VPN: Could be they got hired as someone's Vanguard then... You don't send two trolls for negotiations or an ice breaker. And that's not a commentary on their strengths and weaknesses, just on the stereotypical look they give.
Seeing what they're packing: Inyution 4 + Perception 4 + Vis Enhance 3 (11d6.hits(5)=3) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2953603/)
Arm Scanner Biometrics/'Ware/MAD:Arm Scanner (4d6.hits(5)=0) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2953606/)
Fragging piece of lieing scrap
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"I'm still here. Just out of the way and on my usual duty" Jack sent the message without loosing sight of the most troublesome spots and people. His drone hid hovering by the ceiling in a properly concealed manner, providing Jack with an eye in the back of his head... His wired nerves were buzzing with the haze that usually accompanied high-performance work. Better than any drug on the streets...
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Rafa tries to check out what they're packing.
That's all very nice, now someone mind finding out what the fuck they're doing here?
Int3+Skill6+Aug3, 4 hits (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2955424/)
Ultrawideband Radar Sensor (4d6.hits(5)=1) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2955425/) (standard 'ware and weapons)
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The unarmed Spikes are escorted to the center of the gathered collection of sofas, over stuffed chairs and loveseats where the gathered Chulos have congregrated[sp]. The appearance has people obviously nervous, including the trolls although they are hiding it well. The contingent of Chulo guards remain poised to attack...either the Spikes or any Chulo that breaks the truce of the meeting. After the whispered buzz of excited talk there is an air of dead silence.
Don smiles "Well I guess you have our undivided attention...." a sharp bark of a voice, not unlike handling a dog Pablo adds "Let them speak, before you bore them to death!" The eyes are darting across and a murmur of hushed insults and inflating talk is isued amongst the cliques, Paco turns back to you smiling. "Man...is this going to be fun to watch."
The Troll's voice booms out naturally loud, it is almost to loud in the immediate area of the underground garage. "Youz got da same problemz az uz! Same thorn in da side. Youz knowz we Spikes gots no loves fer da Elves, dat dont meanz we blind to da scene yo'. Da Cutterz got hitz an' nobodyz knowz who did itz, the 'weenerz got hitz from da Ancientz....youz do the math. Every gang dat getz tooz big getz whacked. Everybodyz knowz the Ancientz whacked da Cutterz butz toz 'fraid ta sayz it loud."
The Troll stops for a second, obviously used to having to wait for his normal audience to catch up with his words.
"We Spikez is dem enemiez, but we aintz gonna bez de next hit. Chulos iz big gang, youz next."
The troll stops, but looks as he has more to say, he hesitates letting the Culos absorb and discuss his words.
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OK. Lets see who else is comming and what are the numbers.
Ill replay the stream from my Eyes on Tower, and focus on arrival of Spikes...Except for these two trolles, how many, what size and vehicles (I suppose most of it would be bikes but you never know)
Eye 1: Watching acces routes to meeting point with two Fly Spy drones landed on the structure of the towers: Sensor(2)+Perception(3) (5d6.hits(5)=1) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2955482/)
Eye 2: Watching acces routes to meeting point with two Fly Spy drones landed on the structure of the towers: Sensor(2)+Perception(3) (5d6.hits(5)=3) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2955484/)
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A cough escapes Rafa's lips as he hold back a laugh.
PAN: Spikes asking Chulos to start a war against the gang that kicked their asses? Ancients wanna fight, let 'em come here. But as long as they stay away, why should we give a damn?
Cutters had some recent changes, (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2955483/) first thing I hear about the Ancients having to do with that.
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@ Rafa: Its like repairing the hardware...every time you think you know where the bug is, you always find that there is something else that makes that bug to appear.
I wander if Ancients are realy behind that hit on Cutters and what is told was theirs reason,
Seattle street gangs knowledge (8d6.hits(5)=3) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2955494/)
And the only thing I fugure out is that Cutterz stepped on Anciens feet in some smuggling operations, or Ancients dont like Vory to play high so cloe to their home turf.
And that Spikes hate any elven walkin the earth is nothin new, maybe they just want to keep up the appearance that they keep up truce they negotiate with Ancients a few years back and are trying us to make our hands dirty...I hope someone will talk with Ancients before they take those Spikes serriously and began a full scale war in the streets...I deffinitely wont vote for some motherfucker who is trying to make his name as warchief...
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"If what you're saying is true the Ancients should be commended by us, you know we despise the Cutters. Our bikers do drive-bys on their BTL pushers regularly."
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[Leadership roll: Cha 6 +1 +2 = 9d6.hits(5) → [2,4,1,1,1,2,5,3,5] = (2) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2956149/) edge reroll 7d6.hits(5) → [3,3,5,2,2,2,1] = (1) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2956150/) fukkin sad.]
Dizzy takes this moment as an opportunity to move from out the shadows and try to restore some order to the proceedings.
"Basta ya de cháchara! These Spike boys came here tonight to give us a message! It is a dangerous message! They say a war is coming! Maybe they have some kinda proof? Maybe they got an offer for us? Maybe it's just the logic that there's a big chunk of the southern gates in this turf and the Greenies think they own the southern trade? Whatever's up, I don't think they got their full say yet."
She turns to focus on the Trolls.
"So, what is it? You lookin to set up an arrangement with the Chulos."
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The Troll looks out at the sole voice of reason in his opinion. "Wez gots no problemz wit da Chulos. Treatiez or no 'tween uz, butz we okies wit a treatiez. Wez also offerz morez to shows us iz straight. Monthhh orz so backs, Chulos girl beatdownz an violatedz.....2 ov ourz. We givez them ups to ya. Showz da propah respectz ta youz?"
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"Oh really! That is very kind of you!"
Everyone could see it and everyone who been here since Heratic started working for the Chulos knew that look. His eyes finally lit up, the wide, sadistic grin covering his face. People for him to go to work on had been presented, he looked like a demon. On the astral what was left of his soul was suddenly burning in the twisted colours of insanity.
"That's an amazing offering my Spike friends! When can I meet them?"
Anyone who knew Heratic knew he couldn't be easily convinced to give up prey his "Torture Sights" were on.
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<<@VPN: Well that's something of an answer.>>
Dizzy walked toward the center of the room a bit more.
"Your leader Torgo was killed in prison, yes? And the Cutters leadership was poisoned. Chulos ain't got a leader like that. Some people here may think themselves top dog, but this is a community. The barrio. There are no obvious targets. There is no head the Ancients can cut off. If they come at Carbanado directly, it's full on war. Block to block. Bullet to head. If it comes down to that - if we ride to war against the Ancients, do the Spikes ride with us? If they try to cut off our suppliers and starve us out, will you ride with us? If we see green colors moving on our business, are the Spikes ready to back us up?"
Dizzy had forgot for a moment how she had worked to remove herself from this gang and strike out on her own.
She was already moving back into her role.
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The Troll avoids the psychotic looking Heretic, visibly glad the woman was speaking again. The Troll nods in the affirmative. "Wez movin' in da utter direction since Torgoz dead, butz wez ride wit ya if'n da Ancientz ridez against da Chulos. Youz needs da help if'n it comez ta dat....Chulos is too bigs ta hide an' layz it low. Wez be dere when da timez youz needz us."
Don, Pablo and a half dozen others begin vocally attacking at first Dizzy for her assumption there's no leadership, which quickly devolves into a shouting match and then amongst themselves. Paco is grinning ear to ear as he shouts to be heard by you. "This is funnier than the bum fights yo'. "
As the Trolls take their cue to leave with the commencing of arguments, his voice booms out. "Redmond. Highgate Manorz hotel."
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<<@VPN: Look at these fools. Arguing over who's most worth killing. I think they all tie for 1st.>>
Satisfied, Dizzy walked through the middle of the room toward Paco and the exit.
"Hola! Paco! You have anything nice in that van for me? There's a rumor going around that we've got trouble coming."
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Paco smiles and lets the obvious smart remark pass by unsaid. "Gots just about anything worth having. Come up and check my drek out.....so many goodies you'd think it was fraggin' Christmas."
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Rafa looked unhappy and was tired of shutting up now the trolls were gone.
"So we just take those Pendejos word for it that the dandelion eaters are on a warpath against us, and we jump? Que chingados! Cutters, Spikes, Ancients, they all better stay out of Chulos turf!
The implication that the Chulos needed Spikes protection, and the way some of the Chulos had just seemed to accept it as true, pissed him off more than anything...
"What's to say Spikes don't just want us to provoke the elves so they don't have to keep watching their backs as they 'move other directions'? Think they just came here because it's nice to tell us about these 'plans' the elves' supposedly got?"
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"Believe them or don't believe them. Either way, they're the only ones giving things up and making promises here. We don't have to do shit. Besides, after they bring those two rapists by for Heretic to play with, he'll know everything they know, and we get to leave the rest thinking that we trust them. Politics is just not your game Rafa..."
Dizzy followed Paco to the van.
"I'm looking forward to seeing how you've prospered, amigo."
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seems like a good time to take cover behind some collumns and Doberman, double check firing mechanism and ammo resserve AND sending one of flyspies to follow those Spikes. Those motherfucker down here are on the good way to start shoting each other, I see no reason why to get involved in that. But it would be interesting to watch and record this scene.
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Politics... now there was a dirty word if he'd ever heard one. It meant backstabbing without needing a weapon. Rafa knew playing fair wasn't always an option, but even playing unfair had its own set of rules. Politics, that was just ugly. Something invented by corpses, their stench all around it. He'd forgotten how used some of the others had gotten to that smell while they were climbing the ranks.
"Good, I don't believe them. If it comes down to a stand-off, keep your gun on all of 'em. Anything else will get you shot. Payback for some puta don't change that; if rapists bought you reputation, we could all be running for office.".
He watched Dizzy starting to move towards Paco's van and followed a couple of steps behind her. "Goodies, now those you can trust."
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Jack disappeared mid-meeting, and appeared out of the shadows just by the van. Just like that - nobody even reacted. It was something he did, learned in the school of Surviving Lookouts. He smiled again, as the drone landed in the bag he kept open in his left hand...
Well, this looks both good and bad. I think the spikes are even more scared if they're willing to give away their own for something like that. It would mean a few clashes, but no serious bad blood between us and them, and if there's something they love, breaking heads is it. So, if the Spikes bow their heads instead of bashing skulls, things look serious. At least for them..."
He jumped into the van, and sat in the back, turning his head to Dizzy.
"And it's good to see a voice of reason returning. Good to have you back, if I forgot to tell you before."
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"Let's see this haul of yours Paco before I go to Redmond.. Anything good for scooping out Troll dermal deposits?"
To be fair Paco would have to be offering something very unique to interest Heratic.
He walked to the van, chrome arms folded, his demeanor calm again.
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"Ay, chinga! If I'm your voice of reason, then you're in trouble!"
Dizzy lowers her voice a bit. "Since we're in good company, I'll tell you something. When I was first inside, about a week, I got the news that Hector and my ninõ were killed. Right away I think it has to do with that truckload of joderos I shot up to get put in there. So, next time a bitch from that Black Rain crew hits the cell blocks, I take her off somewhere private. I have a talk with her, and after a while she tells me some things. After a longer while I believe her. She says that they didn't kill Hector. They couldn't have. They were still hiding from the Chulos' retaliation to that first stunt that I shut down. Makes sense, that pinche crew is too small to come back at us so quickly. She says that word in the neighboring gangs was that the hit on Hector came from inside the Chulos. I believe her on this too. The guards find what's left of her and I spend the next seven years in Ad Seg. That's Administrative Segregation, or solitary confinement to you." Dizzy picks up a box of ammo.
"So, I stay away after I get out. I let this wanna-be big-shot think he has gotten away with it. And now, whoever did this thing to Hector and to my son, he is down there, right now. He is screaming and wagging his dick. He is cutting all his ties and burning all his bridges, hoping to take charge. So, when I find him - when I know for sure who it is - I will kill him. I will burn everything he was off the face of the Earth. All the rest will say 'good' or 'see what happens' and none will look at me."
She drops the ammo back into the pile and smiles.
"Enough about me! How have you been?"
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Paco smiles. "You know I stays to my own business, drek keeps me busy enough to not get involved with all the other drek. Besides, everytime someone gets all nuclear, my products sells better." Looking at Heretic "Most my stuffs in firepower, but I deal with some pretty interesting people you know." He pulls out small black gym bag and dumps the assorted contents out and fishes out an item. "You know me I dont ask, but some fetish-boy wanted this special...ball gag with remore shock ability, yours for only 50." Paco laughs at the joke in his head for a moment "Its cheap cause he paid the most upfront then got himself killed by a nasty time with an Ork domminatrix."
Paco pulls out more items, including a chainsaw for heretic.
Looking at Dizzy "Long or short range needs?"
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"I was thinking something explosive would be nice, but, yeah, I could use a new rifle. I usually use an M23 with a forward bipod. Easy to get rid of after a hit. More than anything though, I need bullets."
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His heart jumped at the word 'rifle', disappointment followed when it became clear they were talking about automatics... the kind of rifle that depended on luck and high numbers instead of accuracy to hit something.
"Got anything with some real range back there?"
Easy to get rid of? Screw that. It's hard enough finding some reliable ammo around here! Tossing a good gun after firing it sounds a lot like throwing away your car keys when the tanks runs empty. What happened to you when you were gone, Diz?
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"Sold Paco, here's your cred. This'll go nicely with my favourite.... stop em biting their tongue."
He made the transaction and pocketed the gag.
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Paco thanked Heretic with a smile and nod, then rubbing his hands together he looked a dizzy and Rafa. "Of course I got what you need. This is one stop shopping for all your lethal business." Paco keyed a few buttons on his 'link and the bed of the SUV opened up and the side panels slide back showing an assortment of weapons and ammunition boxes. Paco stands there with a big prideful grin "If it aint here, it aint in this part of the 'plex."
[OOC: Make an Edge + Etiquette roll and add +2 dice for Paco's access to see if an item is available. Using the availability of the weapon or ammunition.]
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[OOC: haha, uh... I hope I roll well enough to find regular ammo. It's in the notes 1) m23 2) Bipod 3) Stick and shock 4) Frag grenade
7d6.hits(5) → [6,6,6,5,5,3,3] = (5) yay! M23! (avail 5R)
7d6.hits(5) → [1,5,3,4,5,5,1] = (3) Woo! Bipod! (avail 2)
7d6.hits(5) → [3,5,1,2,4,4,4] = (1) no SnS (avail 5R)
7d6.hits(5) → [1,1,4,2,4,6,3] = (1) no frags (lol avil 10F nvm) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2961349/)]
"Oh, look at that right there! Threaded barrel and everything! How much?"
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[OOC: 1 hit ain't going to cover anything near a sniper rifle, heh. 'sides, Rafa can't pay for anything.]
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Walter peers inside, hoping he spots anything that appeals to him.
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[More shopping!1) Shock Pad (2) 2) Personalized Grip (2) 3) External Smartgun system (4) 4) Quick draw holster (4) 5) Concealed holster (2) 6) Spare clips (4) 7) Regular ammo (2) 8) Laser Sight (2)
7d6.hits(5) → [5,6,3,3,3,5,4] = (3) Yes to shock pad (avail 2)
7d6.hits(5) → [3,6,4,5,3,5,1] = (3) Yes to Personalized Grip kit (avail 2)
7d6.hits(5) → [2,1,2,2,1,4,4] = (0) No smartgun system (avail 4)
7d6.hits(5) → [1,6,2,6,3,6,2] = (3) No quickdraw holster (avail 4)
7d6.hits(5) → [3,4,1,6,3,2,4] = (1) No concealed holster (avail 2)
7d6.hits(5) → [3,6,5,5,5,2,4] = (4) Yes to Spare clips (avail 4 - seriously)
7d6.hits(5) → [1,5,4,1,2,5,4] = (2) Yes to Regular ammo (avail 2) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2965424/)
7d6.hits(5) → [4,1,6,3,3,1,1] = (1) No Laser Sight (avail 2) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2965426/)
Negotiation check Cha 6 + 1 skill +2 phero =9d6.hits(5) → [5,4,6,1,4,1,1,1,6] = (3) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2965482/)
"Take a buttstock pad... and this grip kit... and five clips... and some caseless ammo to fill. Okay, so, rifle, gear and bullets. Lemme look at this real quick." Knowing this rifle intimately, she pulls out the charging handle and jiggles the body a little, producing a rattling from the internal springs. "Hmm.. the upper receiver seems a little loose. How about 1100 yen for the lot?"
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Death Mask (2): 8d6.hits(5)=2 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2965505/)
Whoops Starting nuyen (4d6.hits(5)=2) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2965551/) 1700 Nuyen +33 from Credstick - 50 from ball gag = 1683 nuyen.
"Oh that is beautiful Paco..." It was wedged under an ammo box Dizzy had moved. He pulled the the Demonic Face free, it was black and twisted, like it was choking and screaming at the same time.
Nego 4 + Cha 5 + TP 2 + Fame 2 (13d6.hits(5)=4) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2965566/)
"How much?"
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Jack was just as usual sitting by and watching, silently wondering to himself what the deal might mean. Are the Ancients that expansive? Would they want to try taking over a neighborhood which had almost no elves at all, and was knit tight enough to resist them with lethal force? That would be crazy...
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Ramirez is watching the scene in the underground with increasing feeling of dullness.
Divided we stand, united we fall.
he heard before, and what he saw make him wonder about the purpose of this theatre. Some noisy machos, running high on testosterone, showing discussing their cohones and dull ambitions. Seems like there is no point of standing here any longer. As for Pacos offer...Ramirez got everything he need right now, and has no money anyway, so he just had a quick look on the goods.
"Boys...I feel a bit dissapointed with this meeting. Nobody here showed Spikes any bit of reason why should they respect us. Those "Ancient" tales, Im not sure I believe that, but if the come, this is our Carbonado, our turf. We lure them down to shafts and tunnels and none of them would walk away any more. And this," he points at the chaos behind him,"makes me wonder that we really need the leader, because they are acting like there is dozen separate gangs, not strong, united Chulos we are meant to be!"
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Jack sat down by one of the cracked pillars, and took out a bottle of isotonic drink. The label was covered with a sticker reading 'Stolen by Swiper'.
"We never were a united front. We have common roots, and they bind us strong enough to consider other Chulo gangs allies, and sometimes even brothers. But the people at the top... Well, when I was recovering, there was a lot of time, and no VR to play with. I did som reading, and there's one phrase that would be the best description of why this is happening. 'Whoever wants to be a leader, shouldn't be. The best leader is the one who doesn't want to lead.' I know it sounds like some kind of philosophy - I think it was one of the Greek guys in drapes, like in the trids, one of those wise guys who didn't give a shit, and just lived as they should, and were killed because of it. Maybe it's something deep. But I'm just a guy who spent his whole life looking out for them. And that's the problem."
Jack offered the bottle to the rest of the group - starting with Dizzy, his mom taught him manners apparently - his smile soured by the stuff he was talking about.
"Most of them don't care. We're just underlings to them. Hell, I saved this guy's life, and he just left me there. I took a bullet - well, six to be specific..." Jack shows them his bracelet, made of some kind of transparent polycarbon with six deformed bullets placed inside each bead. "... and nobody gave a shit. I heard from them twice. Once that Lucio's chica sent me a message how lame their new lookout guy was. And the second one was just some guy I didn't even know sending me a 'get well' card. A few weeks after I got shot. And when I got back it was 'Hey, nice to see you kid. We need a lookout for tonight...' Screw them!" Jack shakes his head violently, like he was trying to get rid of these thoughts. "We're Chulos." He points at the group, and himself. "They are Chulos." He makes a long gesture showing all of their surroundings - the whole neighborhood. Then he looks back at the chaos behind them."And those guys are mostly bastards who want to get their accounts and egos inflated by sucking their own family dry. The goddamn ghoulies and vamps at least have the excuse of having to feed on people, or die."
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The best leader is the one who doesnt want to be. Nice, Ill remember that. For this occasion, I say fuck them. Yeah. We are all Chulos. Like you said. Family. Even if elves come, they could not win. because they would be in war with whole Carbonado. There is no head they can cut off, if you like the greek legends, Chulos are like Hydra. I see some options. One is, that Spikes are barking on the bad tree. We should call Ancients where they may find them and let them deal with each other. The second one should involve some more action...go to the plex and try to find out, what are they really up to. Some of those pollas would sure as hell go to that hotel and bring us some news. Or we should go to that hotel...If we would work together for this opportunity...And finally...just dont give a fuck and let it be.
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"I don't give a fuck. Doesn't mean I'll let things be. Anyone coming here up to no good will get their asses kicked. If they don't come here though, I don't see why we should bail out some gang that got into a fight it couldn't handle. Those guys in the hotel are dead -after Heretic plays with 'em- but that's just a matter of principle, it don't mean we owe the Spikes anything or that we enter any kind of 'treaty' or whatever with them.
And the 'best leader' is whoever the hell gets you guys to stop talking politics... Really making my fists itch with all that wageslave crap."
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"Agreed. I prefer to live my philosophy, not speak it, Dizzy interjected, not unpleased with the discussion, but ready to move on as Ramirez suggested. "I want to check out this hotel in Redmond. We got a ride big enough to carry two trolls all the way back here, or are we going to have to jack a car to make this happen?"
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Well I got wheels...well...maybe not enought for us and two trols but we should make some...customizations for them to fit in"...Ramirez is obviously admiring that chainsaw in Heretics hand..."and Ive got an Eye on those trolls who were visiting us. Ill send another one to observe the hotel before we got there....Let`s do this. Anyone wants t take a ride?"
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Jack sighs, getting in the van.
"I'm not talking politics and shit. Just saying those guys are the worst choice of leadership we didn't get to make..."
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Heratic turned to Ramirez, his glare drawing Ramirez's eyes from the chainsaw. "No. Chainsaws."
His metal fists were clenched.