[Jack_Spade]

"Great, the dwarf I had to rely on before was a bit... unreliable. He had that unfortunate habit of ignoring the plan, trying to do it alone, fucking up and getting abducted.

What I do? I'm a trouble shooter - I find trouble and shoot it. For variety I sometimes punch it or break its neck."
Kynos looked up as the next runner entered.
"Hi, name's Kynos..."
He stopped as he took a look at the Japanese features. "...say, haven't I seen you before with this Yakuza boy, what's his face... Ballz? Ah my bad, no sorry, I'm not good with faces. You just have the same look, you know, that of a trained killer."

Judge Intentions: 10d6t5 5[10d6t5=4, 6, 5, 3, 6, 3, 4, 2, 6, 5]
to recognize another superhuman psychosis "sufferer"

[Mercy Merchant]

Simone looks at the other woman then Kynos.  "You are direct and to the point, Irris.  I have no real idea what I am being interviewed for, but I assume it has something to do with my skill set.  I was trained to be a surgeon, specializing in cyber and bioware repair and replacement.  I have also picked up some skills in armoring and vehicle repair.  But don't just assume that I am only a girl with a tool kit; I also like nothing more than burying my combat axe in the skull of an undead abomination.  Whatever those......things.......were before they were turned, they are now deserving only of being sent on to the hell that spawned them."

She turns to face Kynos directly.  "I think you would find that I can take directions well.  I am not a robot and can think for myself, but I like a plan and can play my part in it.

[Stuttrboy]

I am Yobu.  I am an infiltration specialist and leg breaker as Kynos-san put it.  Plans are great but they rarely survive contact with an enemy.  I prefer rules of thumb they are more elastic and can be counted on more due to bending with the fluidity of the situation. 

[Mercy Merchant]

Simone looks at all three of the others.  "It seems then, that so far we have two combat specialists and two support specialists.  Does anyone have any idea what sort of job we are being interviewed for?"

[Jack_Spade]

"All I know is that the job will likely require open violence or the threat of violence. I'm ready for either.
I wonder how many more he asked to come for this. A mage type and a hacking specialist would complement us nicely."
Kynos disregarded the bits about not following plans. In his experience everyone had their own plan until they got punched in the face.

[Mercy Merchant]

"I can live with some violence or the threat of violence.  And I agree that some sort of decker and a mage would be helpful.  My van is set up for rigging and even has a couple of drone racks from when I used to hang out with a rigger.  Any of you have that sort of skill?  If so, I am willing to share marks."

[Mulcarn]

Amy's sobs break the single-minded determination of the pyromancer.  He removes the ballistic mask and holds it to his side as he approaches her.  Looking at her through dark sympathetic eyes and running a reassuring hand through Amy's hair, while speaking to her in a soothing tone.  "It's not your fault you killed that girl.  It's not your fault you couldn't stop yourself.  It's Grail's.  He did this too you.  And I'm going to make him pay."

Maxwell's voice started to tremble in anger and sadness as he got to the next part.  Tears could almost be seen in his eye when he spoke.  "If I leave you alone again with him then you'll turn into his sex pet.  A living fuck toy for him to abuse and get off with!  Why would I want to leave you to that?  Last time I left, awful things happened to you."

[Imladir]

[Noëmie "Nyx" d'Orville - January, 12^th, 2076 - Gates Casino, Bellevue, Seattle]

With no one in need of anything, Noëmie closes the door as soon as Ayato is in, respecting the privacy of whatever and whoever they are.

She goes back to the hall, waiting for the next guest, or for Casa.

[gilga]

@Wheely You do not have to be an expert to understand that it is a slow day. Few people seem to have either the money to spend or the state of mind to go into gamble, things might pick up during the night but as far as you can tell from observing the place during noon, it seems to be more of a restaurant than a casino. Security is very tight and alert, and seem to be led by a large troll that wears a fancy suit.

@Maxwell Amy say "It is not like that, he barely touched me since he turned me, it is kind of a taboo for him. Imagine how awkward it was for me, to suddenly move from a sex toy to... a 'daughter' ?! He treats me like a parent now." She said with clear disgust, and you suddenly notice that Amy had never mentioned their post vampire relationship before. Clearly there time together was brief but was long enough for her to understand it.  She adds "It may have not been my fault - but it kills me from the inside. The look at that girl, her dead eyes after I drained all the life out of her.

You know what,  I now understand him. I thought of him to an egoistic rapist, but Vampires are monsters and there is no way around it.  There is coercion in how we sustain ourselves and yet,  what Grail does is infinitely better than what I did...

He feeds on a large number of women, just a little bit from each one and he spent a lot of money to get pixies so that he can drain his cult less. Yes, he likes them a lot and they make him stupid - but... still with all the terrible things that he did to me - What am I going to do without him?

I am a decker not a charmer, I barely had experience before I came here. I am not charismatic enough to convince people to... feed me. Do you think I can carry on living, doing THAT every couple of weeks? Leaving a trail of dead girls that die in the worst manner imaginable? Until his cult is finished - what then? Should I start murdering people on the street?  Please Maxwell, I did not understand how much I needed him until I killed that girl."

[gilga]

@Nyx Casa approaches you and says "How are things going dear? We are still waiting for one more person as there were some unexpected cancellations. How long do you think they can wait before growing restless?" The woman with him is now all bandaged and her lower lip is skillfully glued with a bio-glue, the black eye is carefully concealed with makeup. She could pass in public, sort of.

While Nyx and Casa are talking, the woman seems to size Nyx up and down and does not do much to conceal her interest. Nyx is used to getting a lot of attention from men (and women) - but the kind of attention that Nyx is getting right now, is unlike the anything that Nyx is used to. The woman, seem to be looking right through Nyx and her eyes are unfocused and do not rest at any of the obvious distractions that the dress offers.

[Kuirem]

Satisfied with the recon Wheely get the Gerbil back into the car. With all that security better leave the big guns into the car, with just a Streetline Special strapped at his ankle he head straight to the front deck and say "Hello, I have an appointement with Mister Casa"

[Mercy Merchant]

Simone leans over to Irris and speaks in a low tone.  "Did you get a look at the hostess?  She is wearing clothes I wish I could wear.  But not only do I not look like I could wear that sort of dress, I could never afford it.  And I am pretty sure she is not wearing any underwear under it.  Not sure if I could be that daring."

[Mulcarn]

Shaking his head in disbelief.  Maxwell's thoughts dwell on a few key notes previously mentioned by Charlie, a former cultist.  What Amy doesn't know is the fate of those shown mercy and allowed to leave.  Their soul nearly drained to death.  Almost to the point of being hollow.  In the end, they usually kill themselves out of despair and due to not being able to feel... anything.  Standing back upright while looking down and saying.  "That's only the half of it.  He may only feed on them a little at a time but eventually it all adds up.  Slowly, drop by drop, they are drained to the point of near emptiness.  When they no longer serve the purpose of being cattle, he releases them in that pitiful state instead of having the guts of giving them at least a quick death.  That's his way, his mercy.  To be captured and enthralled as both cattle and sex slave.  Then released as a zombie to die miserably.  That's so much worse."

"My every instinct and gut feeling is telling me I should make my stand, right here and right now.  I've never been one to run from a fight.  I'd be going against myself if I did and..."  Maxwell stops himself mid sentence.  Realizing that either way this goes, it ends poorly for Amy.  A heavy sigh is released from his lips before speaking again.  "If this is what you truly want, I'll leave.  I very firmly believe that it's a mistake if I do but... I don't know.  I really don't fucking know.  Okay I'll go, only because you want to learn to control your hunger and not be defined by it."

Maxwell flits around the room, grabbing the rest of his stuff and placing it inside his duffel bag.  Full body armor and clothing and everything else.  With the bag slung over his shoulder he fits his mask back onto his face.  Looking over back at Amy and asking in a slightly muffled voice.  "Does this place have a rooftop that's accessible from up here or a secret passage way out for that matter?"

[Imladir]

[Noëmie "Nyx" d'Orville - January, 12^th, 2076 - Gates Casino, Bellevue, Seattle]

Noëmie doesn't mind the scrutiny. Especially at her dress, since it's not exactly her dress to begin with. Except her coat that a female mercenary wanted to keep for herself, she doesn't have anything that really belong to her. No, this dress is just a loan from Valentina. One she's not quite sure she likes that much, but À cheval donné on ne regarde pas les dents.

Shaking her head, she answers "Four of your guests arrived and are currently talking in your private booth, Sir. From the little I heard, I think they are introducing themselves to each other, but of course I couldn't tell you more than that, I didn't stay to listen, obviously. As for how long they can wait, I'm sorry but I wouldn't be able to know, I'd need to listen and that would not be proper. Plus..."

She stops, looking in the direction of the reception. "Excuse me, I think your last guest just came in." Noëmie goes to the reception, intercepting Wheely before he has the chance to make her life more difficult. "Good evening Sir, may I do something for you? Mister Casa's party? Yes of course, please follow me." turning, she guides Wheely to the booth, where, once again, she knocks, wait a second, and invites Wheely to get in. "Here you are, Sir. Would you care for a drink?"

Waiting for the answer, Noëmie looks in the room, inviting anyone that would want another drink to speak.

Don't look a gift horse in the mouth

[Jack_Spade]

Kynos gave a lazy wave from his chair to the newcomer.  He hadn't taken a drink but scarfed salted peanuts and cashews instead.
"Hi there, you are one of those runners who scout out the meeting place till the last second and then some, aren't ya? Gave that up a long time ago. If it's a trap 8 out of 10 times they try to geek you with a bomb or grenade - nothing you can do about it by observing. The 9th time it's a sniper the 10th a snatch crew. Those usually appear only after you appeared, so they are hard to spot...
Sorry, I'm rambling. Inaction tends to bore me.

If I may introduce you: Those lovelies are Irris and Simone, while the handsome gentleman over there has made himself known as Yobu. I myself listen up on occasion when someone says Kynos. I hope you haven't heard of me"