[farothel]

"I'll have a look," Sylvia said, shifting her vision to the astral.  She only hoped that the mage was still in the building, but of course there was always plan B.
"Hey," she said when she spotted him in the astral, "if you had been listening instead of smoking that stupid shit, you would have heard they're going to launch nanites that devour anything organic.  So get back into your body, move away and then you can come back astrally.  Otherwise we leave your body here and you might not find it back."


OOC: going with the fact that he is still looking at the signatures and not yet out of the building.  If not, let me know and I'll adapt the post (a couple of hits on his face will also alert him that something's going on with his body.

[Ren]

An ork in urban camo clothes, with an enormous pistol at his side, a shotgun on the table in front of him, obviously angry at someone - probably the guy with the dreadlocks in the chair - turned to the newcomer. "And who might you be? As you can see, we have somewhat of a situation here, and the place is already closed, so i'm not at the top of my patience right now." Barely able to suppress his anger, the ork waited for the answer.

[MaxKojote]

Fang gagged slightly as he caught the scent of the deepweed, placing a hand over his muzzle. "Do... Do you think he even realised that we are here? As a team that is?" His growing irritation adjusted the tone of his voice, changing the polite nervousness to an angry snarl. The next statement was an almost incoherent mutter. "Going to take that cigarillo and smash it..."

As the newcomer enters, he would see a humanoid animal seated in front of a table with commlinks and a drone on it. He has one clawed, furry hand covering his muzzle as he glares at the hippy. He looks at the newcomer briefly, but is unable to get a scent due to the smell of the deepweed distracting him.

[Kouryuu]

"Oh You might not be used to this yet" Mark Runs his palm over his face and you see it change shape and his hair and eyes changing Color. With a grin He looks at the group "The name is Mask, Mr. McLister called me here, but if i am not needed i Can go as well, kill some time on the street" He turns around and starts slowly walking toward the door leaving but allowing to be stopped at any moment.  "Some know me as Citizen, but that's only because i look like that Mark Skyborn some of the time" this should be enough to test if he was really introduced by those who know his real identity.

... Just hope i have not said too much and it will not come and haunt me but i doubt this funny looking bunch will do much harm. The Caribbean looked hot, the others the regular misfits from the shadows, let just see what happens next  ...

[MaxKojote]

"Herr Citizen, please hold. You likely will be needed, and at the very least should be filled in on what is going on. We currently are looking for a different location since this place will be getting cleaned out." The shape and colour change took him by surprise, but given that Fang himself was an animal on two legs, it didn't really say much. "For future reference, I am Fang. The case in a very small nutshell is a kidnapping of a kid, and a toxic spirit."

He took the spy drone and pocketed it, keeping it close so he could easy go in and communicate with the sprite within once his own sprite decrypted the encryption. "Once we move to a better location, we will be able to decide what tasks need to be performed and by whom." He looked at the doctor. "Herr Nick? Are you done with the commlinks for now, or would you like to hold on to them? Herr Bulldog, you probably can explain things better than I can.

[Sichr]

Bodyguard looks at the team packing with...renewed hope?

Maybe that chick wont have to find another way to fulfill her own needs...maybe this whole evening was OK at the end, easy money, so to say. But that rastamotherfucker is still out and doing his mojo. God dammit. And Bill said he wants them safe and satisfied with whatever they need... one day. one day I`ll show him that he underestimated my potential. But not today. given the mess Ive seen in the lounge...well...better them than myself...

[Ren]

Seeing the guy change faces was a shock. The new face was, however, one that Brian recognized immediately. Although Urban Brawl was not his favourite sport, he followed its events with a vague attention, and what happened to the local team was a constant topic at family dinners.
The ork took a deep breath to further repress his anger, before talking again. "Mr. McLister told us you were coming but i was expecting a call first, so you appearing here took me by surprise. Sorry, but circumstances require us being more careful than usual. And then, there's him." Waving in the direction of the guy with the dreadlocks, the ork stood up and left the shotgun on the table, then started in the direction of Mask. "I'm Bulldog, and Mr. McLister asked me to debrief you when you arrived. In short, there was an abduction earlier today and a team started to investigate. They gathered here about an hour or two past, and were attacked by a toxic spirit suddenly materializing amidst them. All but one were massacred when the spirit used some mind-control to get them attack each other. We are the replacement team, with two goals: find the person taken and bring him home, and punish those responsible and make sure they don't have the opportunity to repeat this." While he talked, Bulldog watched Mask's reactions carefully. He tried to gouge how the newcomer related to the news about the high-danger job.
"As far as i know, Mr.McLister brought you in as a combat specialist, though i don't know if you are close combat or weapons expert. There are some indicators that the summoner of the spirit didn't work alone, so our expertise might be needed. We also have to make sure that if the spirit attacks next, it doesn't get a chance to repeat the massacre.
"Pay is 30 thousand for each, and we have a decent amount to cover potential costs. We have matrix support... well, and hopefully we have astral too. I need to know if you're in."

[Kouryuu]

As Bulldog stopped him Mask turned to face the team. He carefully listened to what the Ork had to say while still keeping an eye on the other still present in the Bar.
"Toxic Spirit you say? Sounds interesting. I am definitely in. If we have to speak about specialties, i have a few, and one of them is weapons, but i mus say that in close combat i am not the strongest. I am also good on a Bike, one more think that makes many compare me to Citizen, but for this job please use Mask!" He looked at the team thought a bit and then suggests " I have a Safe-house not far from here we can speak there, there should be  enough space to park all the vehicles that i saw on the way in. i can not promises much of tridoes and any other need fulfillment, but it's safe. will that do for the planning?"

[Nathen]

"Sounds great, lets get moving i don't feel like being turned into paste today, and you can keep the comms and such Fang i have no use for them." Nick rises and heads for the exit casting a longing glance at the bar.

[Ren]

“We still have to wait and see if Shadow can bring our magician back from his… journey. Although I’m somewhat inclined to leave him here it wouldn’t do us good. Currently, he’s the only one that can set up an effective astral guard as a first layer of defense against astral incursions.” Through the annoyance, the others could sense that Bulldog was seriously getting up to speed. He turned to Mask. “Thanks for the offer, I think we will accept it. I’m sure if something happens there, McLister will deem the renovation a justified cost.”

[vinnmun]

He sighs as he was in mid puff, hearing what Sylvia said, "Longer I wait, the harder it will be for me to track this manipulator." He drops the cigerello into a beverage that looked to be unattended as Fang commented on the smell. He moves to a "safe" spot as he waits for these nanites to do their thing. He will than go back into the astral once this over with and do his tracking.

When asked by Bulldog, he turns is attention and nods, "Judah." and looked over the team ans than at Bulldog, "This place is not safe for us to hang around too too long, even staying in the astral, I only plan to do so for at the most a couple of hours. Death is strong hear, as well as the shadows." He gives off a sense of being chilled, as if he was eerie.

[Ren]

At last, Bulldog thought. He was still hard pressed not to show his anger. "Well met, Judah, i'm Bulldog. I'd be grateful if you could make the group safer before you start your astral investigation, by calling a couple of watchers that would tell us if any astral presence threatens us. You could also share what you found in the lounge at first glance. We pieced some info together but as i understand you are an expert on signatures so i'm sure you could tell us something new. You could do this while we are on our way to the safehouse Mask offered we could use. Then you could return here and pick up the trail. If i'm not mistaken, such an event would show even after a few hours."

The ork then turned to all of them. "Now i know that most runners don't relate well to authority. I don't want to assume any leadership over any of you. But if we want to survive, we will need some semblance of order, and we definitely will need to tell each other what they need to know. We will need to communicate. We will need to trust each other to some extent." He took a deep breath. "So if any of you feels he isn't a team player, i suggest he tells us now."

[Nathen]

Nick exits the bar and locates his car on the side of the road, he gets in the drivers seat and locks the doors with the windows up, "Last thing i need is to get mugged..... hhmm." he roots through his pack to find the smaller one and takes a long silver object from it that disappears into his vest, this done he checks the news while waiting for the others to leave.

[farothel]

"Let's first go somewhere a bit safer," Sylvia said to the mage, "nanites won't do anything if you're on the astral, so you can play around here all you want.  Let's go, you can drive with me if you don't have a car yourself.  The safehouse is not all that far from what I've understood and five to ten minutes won't change anything."

She looked at the Ork.
"I don't mind all that much," she said, "I'm used to it, as long as people listen to me when we're breaking into a place, I'll listen when we have to shoot people in the face."

"Lead the way," she said to Mask, "and it's a cool trick you got there.  Quite fun, don't you think."
She did exactly the same thing, changing her face to a reasonable copy of his, before she relaxed back to her own face and quickly looked at the new one in the astral.  Then she walked out of the bar, dragging the mage with her towards her car.


assensing the new one
intuition 4 + assensing 3 =7 (7d6.hits(5)=1)

@vinnmun: As for that dragging: if you don't want to, you can break free easily, she just grabbed his shirt or jacket or something and pulled him with her. 

[vinnmun]

He gets dragged for a moment and than shrugs off the grab. "Whoa there woman! I got my own wheels!" He than realizes he's just shoving him into her  car for safe keeping while he goes out tracking. "Alright, alright lady!"

((I can only assume that was what you were trying to do.))