[Chrona]

"That's very simple," he brings both arms up into loose cross in-front of his chest. "You wouldn't like the alternative."

"I am interested in interesting people. You are certainly one." he extends his left hand, offering it to shake, "Now you know I, Three Star's, name. Will you kindly return the favour?"

[RHat]

No taste for keeping things quiet in that one...  With my luck, he's probably here for the job too; going around announcing himself like that could get us into serious trouble.

[umraefein]

Ignazio looks this strange, and notably unpleasant man straight in the eye, his eyes shifting back to meatspace.. "You threatening me, puta? I wouldn't advise it."

As the man reaches out to shake his hand, Ignazio looks away again, intentionally snubbing him. After a few moments he turns back, pretending to have only just seen the offered hand. He takes it warily, but gives a firm handshake. "As for my name... well, I don't know you, and I don't trust you yet. For one thing, interesting people always seem to get my hoop shot at. Still, guess you need something to call me. Draco." Ignazio's voice is low, and smooth, the kind of voice you have to lean in a little to hear.

[RHat]

Crap.  Can't have conflict breaking out before the job even starts...  Jimmy grabbed his glass, thanking the bartender as he did, and walked over to the table where what seemed to be two amateur runners were started to get into a bit of a fight.

"Gentlemen.  Given how over-eager you are to meet people here," He gestured to the one who identified himself as Three Star, and then to the one with the glowing aura "And given how you seem to be expected something to happen, and the fact that I simply do not believe in coincidences, I'm going to assume the three of us are here for the same purpose.  You either know what I'm talking about, or you don't - if not, so be it, I'll walk away.  But if I'm right, it is a horrendously foolish idea for you two to be getting into any sort of argument at this stage.  Seems we may have to work as a team, so it's best for everyone involved if we learn to get along, yes?"  He was aiming, quite simply, to get these two to back off from each other long enough to cool off a bit.


Charisma 7 + Tailored Pheromones 3 + Leadership 4 + Glamour 3 + First Impression 2. Roll provided for RP assistance only. (19d6.hits(5)=8)

Don't consider yourselves bound by this roll, of course, but it should be an indicator of the sort of impression you get from him; specifically as to whether or not he's worth listening to.

[Chrona]

Returning the firm shake, then gripping Draco's wrist with his other hand, it's grip much firmer, he responds in reasonable but accented spanish, "I have been nothing but nice to you so far, friend. Whereas you have insulted me no less than three times."

At the interruption of the third man Diego lowered his straightened leg, sliding it back into his shoe as the thick blade, that had slowly extended from it during the conversation, edging  nearer Draco, retracted into his heel.
Diego lets go of Draco's hand, then his wrist.
"Please, have a seat, it appears we are waiting for more to arrive."

[odd]

Tink walks into the bar and looks for Steelfish

[umraefein]

"Starting your introduction with 'Hey, you, get me whiskey and you will be honored to sit with me,' that's an insult if I ever heard one." Ignazio seems unphased by the stranger's grasp of Spanish.

He looks up as the third man walks up. This one seems at least palatable, but you never know. At the very least he was trying to defuse the tense situation... Still...  This was not shaping up promisingly... Hopefully Johnson got here soon, so they could get on with this job. "Yeah, join the fraggin' party! Why not? It's not like things can get any less fun." Ignazio looks directly at the stranger, affording him a measure of respect that he had thus far refused the obnoxious Three Star.

[Retrokinesis]

Almost as if it was operating on pure dramatic law, a crash of thunder strikes just as the door to Hart's swings open. In strides a thin elf in a black overcoat, soaked from the rain. He takes a quick look around the room and walks over to the bar. A quick nod to the bartender: "Cranberry juice. Ice". He takes the glass and strolls over to the rapidly-filling table. "Did someone say 'less fun'? I'd be happy to oblige..." He smiles, although it looks more like a vague approximation of a smile by a shedim inhabiting a month-dead corpse. The hand not holding the glass rests under his coat, right about where a holster would be.

Note, if you're still assensing, you really really don't like what you see...

[Chrona]

"I, Three Star, suggest you remove your hand, very, very slowly from your coat."
Diego looks at him, still smiling with his half threatening look in his eyes.

[RHat]

Jimmy's hand was already on his Ruger, ready to pull if need be.  "Friend, I don't know what you think is going on here, but I have a bit of advice for you: there's three of us, and given that these two were just about to throw down we can assume they've got something going for them in a fight.  I don't care how badass you think you are, 3 to 1 is pretty bad odds - and I grew up on the Vegas strip, so believe me when I say I know odds.  I don't much like mine if something jumps off, but I'd be liking yours a whole hell of a lot less; that's not even considering how stupid it would be to start a fight in a runner bar.  So how's about you take your hand off that piece, and we can pretend we're all professionals."

[Retrokinesis]

Well, that pretty much confirmed his suspicions about the team Steelfish had assembled. He grins, taking particular care to linger on each of the people at the table in turn. "Never trust a man with an illeism". He tilts his head at Three Star but looks to the others. "I think we're here for the same reason". His right hand lashes out from beneath the coat... holding several cigars. "Gentlemen?"

He takes a sip of cranberry juice and places the glass down on the table. Still holding the cigars out, he uses his other hand to unbutton his overcoat. The suit underneath is expensive, probably hand-tailored. "If I wanted you dead, I'd have waited for the dynamic duo here to throw down and shot whoever survived in the back". Another grin. "Although I respect Mr. Steelfish enough not to get blood on his nice floors so I'd suggest we go outside if we're going to dance. Otherwise, have a cigar".

[RHat]

"Oh, give me some credit here - I did manage to get them to cool off before it got that far, after all." Jimmy took the proffered cigar and lit it, offering the others a light as well.

[umraefein]

Ignazio laughs, the tension suddenly melting out of the situation. "Dynamic duo, huh? Who does that make you, Alfred?" He reaches out, and grabs one of the cigars, sniffing it before putting it in his jacket pocket. He smiles, and stands up. "You know how close you were to geeked, amigo? These chummers seem awful jumpy." He holds his hand out to the latest addition to this ragged band of miscreants. "Call me Draco."

[Chrona]

"If such is the case then I, Three Star... am Batman." He took the cigar, put only pocketed it. "For after the job, hm?"

[RHat]

"It ain't jumpy to be ready to shoot someone who looks like he's got a hand on a piece, Draco, especially not when he's talking like he's looking for trouble.  That's just smart.  As for you, starboy, it's not wise to go spouting off your name all the time like that."  He chuckled.  "Also, you only get to be Batman if its the really campy flatvid version."