[ismilealot]

@ Feathers  The spirit looks at you. Long and thoughtfully and then says, "My service is at an end. with this one last task I will do with you mortal." It waits for your answer calmly, it's eyes looking at you steadily, growing larger until they seem to encompass your soul.
         Nbungu answers you his voice deep and soft. "As to the datasofts I have many, but which ones do you need." He pauses then, thinking, . . .torn. And as to flying with you. I will close the shop. We will do it now. If it is blood magic there can be no delays in dealing with the threat. But, you will pardon me if from the bottom of my soul I pray you are wrong."

@ Red  The young troll woman at the counter smiles at you and asks, "Do you have an appointment?". She is covered in runic tats. and her dress is half tie-dyed ensemble and half purple sparkles.

[Csjarrat]

Feathers nodded his assent to his spirit
Thankyou. Head to the roof of this building, we'll be assuming a form that will allow for flight.
Please guide us then return to your plane. Thankyou for your help.
He meant it sincerely, he felt a great respect for these powerful beings and he hated putting them at risk.

Anything you think is appropriate, I've got a long night of reading ahead of me.
Right, ready when you are.
He followed him up to the roof, leaving his clothes inside the stairway before stepping out naked into the cold morning air.
Weaving the mana around him, he melded his form into that of his mentor, his soft features replaced by talon and beak.
The spirit led, hanging back with the pace as Nbungu and Feathers rode an updraft off the side of the tall building to gain altitude.

[Tamesh]

@ Red  The young troll woman at the counter smiles at you and asks, "Do you have an appointment?". She is covered in runic tats. and her dress is half tie-dyed ensemble and half purple sparkles.

"I don't, unfortunately. I apologize for coming at at such short notice, but it really is quite important. I have some news I imagine he'd very much like to hear." All those SK classes were rushing through her head. Be respectful, but confident. Seem in charge without being condescending. Be mindful of your posture, tone of voice, your expression... Just a simple exchange like this made her feel a melancholy sense of familiarity.

"Does he take walk-ins?"

[ismilealot]

@ Feathers  The Spirit in the form of a titmouse takes to the air. Nbungu beside you changes into a  kestral. The spirit heads off flying south but soon goes into a long dive straight into a sewer opening and continues flying.

@ Red,  Dr Tatsumi does take a few walk-in clients. If the problem sufficiently interests him. If you'll tell me the problem you wish to consult with him on I will talk to him. It usually takes a few minutes and you are more than welcome to take a seat, or to browse around in the shop." The shop is spacious and well appointed. The heady and pleasant aroma of herbs fills the air, and there's a wall of small drawers labeled reagents reminiscent of an old apothecaries shop. It also carries an excellent library and datasofts.

[SgtBoomCloud]

[Office of Dr. Tatsami, Snohomish, 1:57 PM]

As Arc killed the ignition, she took one last drag of her smoke before flicking it onto the street from the window.  Stepping out, she stomped on the discarded cig to snuff it out, listening to the well-dressed lady.

"That sounds like a plan. Though I wouldn't mind if any of you wanted to give a little back-up. It's not as if I know the first thing about what it is we're going after, after all."

"Fine fine, works for me, I'll take a looksee~"  She set up her commlink to record the appointment for her friends, adjusting her goggles and trying in an effort of futility to smooth out her hair in the side-view mirror before following Red inside.  Once in, she gave a slow whistle, hands in her pockets as she meandered, staying near Red to denote she was with her, but not enough to deign any overt interest.  She peered over a few of the drawers, jaw set in a passive demeanor as she smelled the various herbal aromas, eyebrow raised as she wandered.   

Maan, this mojo stuff is weird, yo.  I mean, plants and drek?  Who works with this?   As the trollette questioned the nature of their visit, she perked up, starting to make her way back to the front, making eye contact with the desk lady and giving an affirming nod of greeting, widening her stance, with head tilted to one side.

[Poindexter]

[Redmond Barrens, Seattle, UCAS. 2:08pm]

Duckdown is walking angrily through the slums with huge bags under his eyes but purpose in his stride. He's headed into ancients territory in broad daylight and purposely doing a shitty job of hiding the butt of his Ingram as he does. Doing so is kind of the "ghetto white flag" as it were. By showing where ones weapon is located, one gives the impression that they're not looking for trouble. He's trying to attract a little bit of attention, cause he's looking for a type of person he's always tried to avoid before now. Where the fuck can a trog find a loanshark when he need one? As he struts through the sprawl, making respectful eye contact with everyone who looks at him, he mentally sends off a couple more text messages.

<<@Arachnid [Duckdown] You feelin any better today? Where you at?>>

<<@Nuts [Duckdown] Yo, you know anyone who can lend five figures? I don't care about interest. Holler.>>

<<@Theresa [Duckdown] I'm sure you heard the news already. If not, holler at Zipline. Aint my place. For real though, I need you to hook me up with Lil Miks commcode. Holler>>

<<@Agatha [Duckdown] If you aint heard from Zip already, you need to reach out to her. She need you. And I need your boyfriends commcode. Holler.>>

[Landmine]

Khali listens to Red speaking to the attendant with half an ear. She quickly gets distracted by the racks of subtly magical devices. The showpieces drudge up old memories of home. She snaps back to the present, somewhat less cheerful than before to catch the end of the conversation. When she thinks she can get a word in that the attendant won't hear, she mentions to Red, "A description of that thing we saw should be enough to pique his interest. I have no clue what it is, but it's definitely rare."

[Csjarrat]

woah, come back, we can't fly deep into those tunnels, don't put yourself at risk. How far is it's lair from the entrance?
Feathers banked into a dive, not expecting the spirit to plummet into the sewer system but aborted and pulled into a lazy, wide holding pattern as he communicated with it.
He scanned the area from his aerial vantage point, looking for street names, shops and landmarks to orient himself

[ismilealot]

@ Feathers  The spirit flies back to you. "It dwells deep. There are many turns. But the way is not impassable. Even for one such as you,:

@ Duckdown  >>Five figures! Man you're fragged! Ain't nobody got that kinda cred! But, since you're asking for it. AQ73697BD95789 Pretty Boy Floyd. But think four or more times 'bout asking omae. Because killing you isn't ta kindness he'd do you << Nuts replies first. So far you haven't heard from the others.

[SnowDragon]

His commlink beeped, and sitll trying to adjust the weight of his body armour in a more daylight fashion than he was expecting, he snapped it out of the pouch he'd slipped it into and read the message.

"You feelin any better today? Where you at?" With all the distinct tones and message header from Duckdown's own personal comm. Pausing for a moment to examine his thoughts for the true answer to that question and the answer he'd give his good friend, he punched into the virtual keys.

'Fine, at home, grabbing protection of different varities. Planning on fetching the bike, but if you'd prefer the backup, I can be there as short as the fuse on that troll from.. you know when~ Arachnid.'

[Tamesh]

@ Red,  Dr Tatsumi does take a few walk-in clients. If the problem sufficiently interests him. If you'll tell me the problem you wish to consult with him on I will talk to him. It usually takes a few minutes and you are more than welcome to take a seat, or to browse around in the shop." The shop is spacious and well appointed. The heady and pleasant aroma of herbs fills the air, and there's a wall of small drawers labeled reagents reminiscent of an old apothecaries shop. It also carries an excellent library and datasofts.

"My friends and I have are having some issues with what we believe to be a particularly malicious spirit. Unfortunately, we're far from experts on the subject and figured a consultation with a qualified professional was in order. I'll spare you the grisly details, but suffice to say its already done irreparable damage to our community," she says, intent on giving the details that will spark an interest, but leaving it vague enough to leave room for curiosity. "Tanya White, by the way. I'm sure you'll need a name for an appointment."

[Csjarrat]

This practitioner killed four people last night. We're not prepared to saunter into its lair now. Please, consider yourself released from our pact. Take care.

Feathers widened his banking turn, searching for Nbungu's form, locating him he dived for the rooftop nearest the sewer opening that the spirit dived into and waited for Nbungu to land before dropping the spell and returning to his human form.
The thing lives in the sewers, using that entrance there to get in and out. The spirit wanted to guide us all the way in, he said it lives very deep and takes lots of turns. That thing killed four people last night and I don't know about you Nbungu, but I'm not on for a suicide mission today.
Anything look out of place here to you? Can you sense it?

Feathers stuck his head up over the lip of the rooftop once more, trying to drown out the irritation of the gravelly roof surface against his naked skin.
He shifted his perception sideways into the astral, scrying for traces and signatures that were similar to those he'd assensed earlier.

[ismilealot]

@ Feathers  [09:22 on fri) As you look around to orient yourself You're less than 2k to the bakery you were headed to this morning. The spirit nods in gracious reply and takes it's leave. 
         Nbungu lands beside you. You see him change, lying nude beside you and he nods at your words, and then his eyes stop looking at you, or anything else on this plane and his body goes slack. You have a hard time finding traces of what you felt earlier. but, slowly, as you force your concentration through the little bits of sewer openings and manholes and drains, you find it. What you're looking for, that foulness that you now know is the creature. All of a sudden beside you Nbungu wretches and then heaves up his stomach contents. And when he looks at you he's broken out in a cold sweat. "I had to know. Know for a certainty. I did not get close, and it was still almost to close. But, you are right. This is some kind of blood magic, for as soon as I came close enough that foul stench assaulted me."   He looks wryly at his stomach contents and wipes his mouth. "Go to Robert. I will send you his coordinates. He will speak to you. No fee."  

[Csjarrat]

Feathers shivers, the cold wind assaulting his bare form as he looks at Nbungu, sweating and coughing up the last of his breakfast.
Thanks Nbungu, I appreciate you coming over with me. Lets head back then, I need to go and speak to this guy.
He recast his spell, soaring over the city and following Nbungu back to the shop.
Feathers was glad to get dressed again, the weak morning sunlight still had a long way to go before his breath would stop clouding in front of his face.
He clanked down the metal staircase and back onto the shop floor, stuffing the collection of loaned Datasofts into his jacket pocket.
He thanked Nbungu once more and noted down the proffessor's details before heading back out into the chilled morning air.

What the hell have I gotten myself into now? There's no way on earth I'm up to taking on some sadistic murderous blood mage. What the hell would I do even if this Prof confirms everything we feared? Organise a lynch mob and storm the sewers? we'd be ripped apart by ghouls and devilrats in ten minutes.
Feather's mind raced. He'd better start where he'd meant to. Leave this to the professionals, thats what they get paid to do.
He opened an AR call-terminal and dialled the Police, asking the departmental secretary for the detective he'd met this morning.
<<Police>>//Yes, I'd like to speak to Detective Fallon regarding the multiple homicide he attended this morning. I have further information he'd be interested in hearing regarding the perpetrator. Is he available?//

[ismilealot]

@ Duckdown Theresa's avatar flashes on your comm.>>I just talked to ZIp. She done knocked the drek outta Godra and kicked her out. She can't even talk about Meli, an when I tried to ask about where she's making arrangements she cussed me out an hung up. An I done already talked to Mik. He'll help you kill whoever done this, null sweat bro. GS45281KF65117.<<
Agatha's call comes almost on the heels of Theresa's >>I tried calling Zip. She ain't answerin' And don't you go messing things up with my new boyfriend. I ain't giving you his code and you ain't talking to him!<<

@ Red  She smiles at you pleasantly, unfortunately her troll features don't make that much better than her normal appearance. "Thank you Ms White. I'll speak to the Dr. I'm afraid it'll take a few moments as he is in consultation right now. But I will be able to at least give you an answer regarding whether or not he'll see you."