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Post by Crimson D on Apr 21, 2007 0:12:35 GMT -5
((ouch, I would have thrown in some pirate attacks or something. You wouldn't have been board.))
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Post by mechwarrior5 on Apr 21, 2007 6:48:47 GMT -5
(Is the thing with dancing over, or are we continuing further, wolflet?) (OOC Wolflet say.. You have traced down what you needed, or is there any other trails to wished to follow up.. ?
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Post by meg on Apr 22, 2007 11:41:58 GMT -5
Thanks Shaun, I would be suspicious too. I am looking at making a few items in the future - if we get to know each other a little better we may be able to sort something out, but looks like you already have your own suppliers though
My concern is security. I dont want my place to be wiped out by some nerk who thinks he owns the turf I'm on, or gets miffed because I wont make them something. I think I got most of it sorted but would like a few pointers. If I could ask you to cast your eye over the place - as a security consultant, that would be excellent, but in couple of months when I.m up and ready.
Thanks for the intro Micro, it would be nice to snap up a few things in there, but I wouldnt sell anything on tic specially to someone I'd just met! I'm a good shaman and I'm also an alchemist. Give me a few months and I should be able to help you out if you are looking for something too expensive to buy through the usual outlets.
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Post by Crimson D on Apr 22, 2007 17:23:13 GMT -5
Shade tossed Four Eye's one of sticks he'd given him. "I'll leave comm gear to you, but I godda go see someone myself. I'll catch up with you guys at the bar." Shade said goodbyes and made for his car. He had to cross a few streets and walk down a few alleys. He got his car and headed tords Taz's tailslinging shoppie. Something had been bothering him and he finally figured it out.
This time of night he could park in front of the shop. It wasn't open of course. He went around to the side door. He opened the small keypad by the door and entered the ten digit code Taz had given him. The lock clicked and he opened the door. It led him right into the back room. He closed it behind him. Taz was sitting there playing chess by himself. He looked up at Shade. "Kinda late for you to be visiting, something wrong?"
"You could say that." Shade threw his sword in the table. Taz looked at it then looked surprised. "Isn't tha-" "Give it up Taz. Only one other person knew where it was." Shade sounded pissed. Taz wiped the look off his face. "Heh, ok you got me." Taz sounded amused. "How'd you do it? Mind magic? Did you honestly think I wouldn't figure it out?" Taz chuckled. "I thought you would have figured it out by now."
Shade sat down across from him and Taz reset the board. "What kind of sick mind game are you playing Taz?" "I'm not the one playing mind games Shade. For three years you've been doing that just fine by yourself." Shade and Taz started their game. "What's that supposed to mean?" "It means you've been fooling yourself. You were a legend Shade. Your group represented hope for the under dogs of our society. Everyone knew the name Death Shroud. The bogyman of bogymen. Leader of the Seven Horsemen. Did you really think you could just fade into obscurity? I knew you'd have need of it again one day. The one thing I've always wanted to see in my life time was the resurrection of a legend." "This isn't a resurrection and your reason doesn't make any sense. You sound like a zealot."
"I was always a fan of your work. You were killing off the biggest parasites of our time. Child molesters, wife beaters and bribe takers. All of them high profile targets of course. Tell me something. Where you fighting for a ideal or did you just like killing?" "A bit of both truth be told. However I don't like you screwing with my head. I'm done with that life. It's the past and it's going to stay in the past." The two sat and played chess while talking. 15 moves in and Shade was already losing. This wasn't anything new. The two played by candle light. Light danced around the room making things look evil with their moving and twisting shadows. The two played silently for some time. The game reached it's half way point. "You also knew where i hid the rest of my gear. How much of it do you have stashed away? Your like some crazed stalker."
Taz got a good laugh out of that. "I told you, I knew one day you'd need it again. I can see it in your eyes. Everyday you fight the urge to kill someone. Artist come from every walk of life. Some people paint. Some people make jewelry or foci and spells. Some people make statues. Some refine materials. You Shade are a artist of death. Not too long ago a young man who wanted to change the world told me the right tool for the right job. You choose your tools well, but can you even still use them?" "I remember how but I had to train for a week straight to even get some semblance of skill with my sword." "Check mate."
Shade swore loudly and sighed. "Alright, first off I am not out to only kill people. I was a monster back then. It doesn't matter what kind of pedestal you put me on. What did I was unspeakable. God knows I wish I could forget but those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it." Taz nodded. "That's right, so tell me then why are you so interested in your old gear? That is if your not relapsing into a murderer." "Do you know what the Fortneum Times are?" "Of course, I sell them in the shop. Why?" "Well they want me to help them take out ghouls and such." Taz wasn't sure how to feel about that. "Be careful Shade. Don't trust them as far a-" "I know that Taz." "It's a noble cause though. Your stuff is down stairs."
Shade got up and walked to the door at the back of the room. It took him to the basement. On the left there were books everywhere in stacks. Some almost to the celling. others shorter with books hanging open on top of the stack. In some places they were open books on top of opened books. On the right they were several cabinets. On one of them had the letters DS. Shade rolled his eyes. opening it up he found his gear or rather most of it. Hanging in the center was a repeater crossbow. Shade picked it up. "Damn girl, you've put on weight." Shade fumbled with it. It was heaver then he remembered. It wobbled in his hands. He threw it over his back. Looking at the flour his saw three bolt clips. On the side each had a letter written on it. Shade picked them up and called them out loud as he did. "B... EX... I. Aaah, brings back memories. Not all of them good however." On the top shelf was a pair of sunglass's and a small data cord. They looked just like the pair hanging out of his pocket. Shade chuckled as he picked them up. "Low light smart shades. I wounder if they still work." Shade put them on and plugged them into his crossbow. Two small green lines showed up. He moved the bow left and right they followed perfectly. Shade unplugged them and checked out the low light. In the well lit basement it was a dumb move as his eyes bleached out. "ACK!" Behind him Taz laughed up a storm. "Shade that was great!"
"Yeah yeah." Shade took them off and made they sure they were off. "Looks like you kept theses up." "Yeah I did. Wasn't much to it. Just turn them on now and again make sure the battery is good... This isn't like you Shade." He looked over at Taz. "What are you fighting for this time? What's the pay off?" Shade put his plain glass's on the shelf. "Dunno. Sense of duty as a protector of Seattle I guess... I can't help but notice that something is missing." Taz shook his head. "That's sacred ground. Only you have the right to go there." Back up stairs the two were saying their goodbyes. "Thanks Taz, you saved me running all over Seattle." Shade was half way out the door. "Don't give in to the beast kid. Like you said, thats' the past... keep it there." He nodded and left. Taz stood there talking to himself. "It remains to be seen Shade... it's remains to be seen."
Shade set the cross bow and clips on the floor in front of the passenger seat. He wasn't ready to go there. He couldn't face them. Not yet. Shade sat there for a moment planning out his next move. He headed for the bar instead. He hoped to catch up with everyone else. "I'll go later tonight. It's still too early to go digging around."
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Post by wolflet59 on Apr 22, 2007 18:28:18 GMT -5
Micro..hfhk ghkhg get over here.. now tybrtyby
You take the call from Shaun, you know it is unusual for him to call you up at three in the morning.. Especially in a broken – kinda coded message..
A few minutes later he calls again
I wasn’t sure what to do – the guy is in trauma shock, unsurprising considering the circumstances. I recognised him, he’s been in here a few times powders an disposable fetishes, he’s a hermetic, street taught is my guess. I was being very careful, just keeping him settled – cups of caff and nodding to his babbling. I asked him to take a look at the catalogues keeping him occupied – he got real twitchy, and the moment I mentioned some help, he took off rapidly – not running, but that rapid I’m-getting-out-now move- I didn’t want to stop him. ..
You arrive after a hurried journey..
That was seventeen minutes ago, take a look at the trid from my surveillance..
Shaun looks ruffled, and plays you the surveillance trid. The medium height long haired hume walks slowly in through the front door, a swift browse of the panels then up to Shaun ..
I , I … I want erm, need a fetish, yes a fetish for restoring for, my hurt, for the others see… not wanting medics .. just my magics. Needing it soon please. See, the Angel took much, I need to replace, make full
The camera zooms in onto the guy’s coat dull two-tone – but a further zoom picks up the dark band from chest to waist, sticky damp. The neck is open enough to see a distinct line below which is a blood red bandage(?) The next couple of minutes show Shaun displaying his online catalogue and a bit of patter, where he settles for a short while, then becomes progressively more nervous. He drinks some caff from the small machine, peers around the room, wipes his hand on his coat, then looks at it, and begins to move out to the door and out of the shop.
I could have tried to drop him with a stun, but my guess is from a swift astral he has a strong willpower and all I would have had done is started a vicious fight.. I suppose with hindsight I should have stopped him, or dropped him.. There, that’s the bit I made the sly call to you .. so what do you recon?
A further reimage shows the ‘bandage' is skin, well, lack of it, the guy had lost the skin from his upper chest, and judging by the damp patches, it looked like the whole torso..
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Post by Braddoc on Apr 22, 2007 18:52:21 GMT -5
Four-Eyes parked at his usual spot, left of Luis' 2055 mini-van. Despite being old he still maintained it quite well, not a spot of rush showing. And in this part of the sprawl it was almost an exploit of his own. He adjusted his tie, he still wasn't that used to it yet, and got inside Anderson's Electronics. The place was empty, it only opened 20 minutes ago, only Luis was being the counter, smiling as Four-Eyes entered. "Heyyy Jako! Como Estas?" "Hey Luis! Doin' great man, how's everythin'?" "Heemmm..pas pire" The Latin man led out a grin, followed by Jack. Even since he caught him letting out a few insult in French at the expense of a non-cooperating boomerang car system he was installing, Luis have been catching on little bits and scratch of French here and there, mostly for laughs. "Pas pire huh? C'est bien ca. Pas mal calme aujourd'hui, non?." "hmm. what?" "I said that's good, 'pretty calm here today too" "Oh yes yes, very calm, I only at a man from Electro-tech come in to buy a voltmeter, after that, nothing. So what brings you here today? Overtime?" "Yeah I wish..no, I gotta see Mr. Anderson, I gotta buy alot of stuff, wanna talk to him about it, he's around?" "Yes yes, he's in his office in the back." Four-Eyes checked outside, some woman carrying a big box was making her way, with a bit of trouble to the front door "Well, party's over for you Luis, have fun." "Ok, Later Jack." Luis went up helping the woman pass the door, while Jack stepped in the back room. Mountains of electronics were pilled up along the wall, radio, trids, security systems, both domestic and for vehicles, electronics tools, lights, chips, empty boxes, price list...It was a bit of a mess for non-initiated, but the employees here could find you what you wanted under a minute.
Anderson's office was a hole in the wall, a small box he added after he started his store, about 10 years back. Four-Eyes knocked and came in. The Dwarf really used every inch of space available; a desk, with 2 filling cabinets, 3 chairs, a radio, a trid, not to mention his new pride and joy; a small battery generator with wheels (Four-Eyes did spend a good hour listening about it last week..He could probably use it without no problems or head banging) "Hello Mr. Anderson" "Hey Jack, sit down," The small man was busy checking out bills and such "Did you fix Mrs. Jones security system?" Four-Eyes, arms just got sawed off. "WHAT! She called again saying it's broken?" "Yup." "Goddammit, it's working all right. She just calls everyday because she's all alone and the plumber stops showing up because he got bored of always having to un-clog the drain she clogged herself!" Anderson grinned. "Really? Heh..Well I better send Luis then, he's quite the workaholic when he's in a good mood." "Pff..He'll 'prolly want to commit suicide after that...she's always yakking about her dog did that, her daughters like skiing, her son won his case, her late husband always liked to wear sweaters on Sundays...God, no wonder he died.." "Hahaha..c'mon Jack, a nice young man like you should marry her..when she croaks, you'll get her fortune!" "Yeah yeah yeah, I'll pass thanks you very much.." The Dwarf pouts his papers down. "So, I heard you wanted to buy alot of things huh? What do you want?"
"Micro-transceivers, 'thought of some Sony Petzi, with some encryptions chip, some thing average, Some Renraku Alphis chip." "Hmm..yeah ok, you need 2? 3?" "7 actually." "7!..You're nor planning any Trog plans are you?" Despite being a good guy, Anderson wasn't the one who wanted problems from the cops or the corps, with good reasons "No, no, no, nothing like that, I got a new job, investigative reporter for some English monthly journal, since we're a few on the team, we need something to keep in touch, and I managed to convince people that I'll be able to get it, instead of buying somewhere else." "New job? That means you're quitting here?" "Oh hell no boss, it's mostly an on-call job, but we get to travel alot."
"Huh-huh..What the name of that journal?" "The Fortean Times." "Never heard of it..anyways..7 Sony Petzi with encryption chips..hmm..that's come to about 7000 a piece." "Yeah I know, that's why I came to see you..I wonder if I could get that on my employee bill." "Hum..well I can't leave it at the wholesale, but I can get give you your 30% employee discount on the sale price." "All right..how do that rank up to?" Anderson stayed immobile for a second, probably calculating things with his head calculator "Comes to 34 300 Nuyen." "All right, that's good." He'll still have 6 700 Nuyen in the account, enough for a biometric scanner or DNA reader. "Can I get it now, or.." "Yeah yeah no problem, tell Luis the special price, no problem." "All right Mr. Anderson thanks alot, that'll save us some time and complication in the field." "No problem Jack, just make sure that all your electronic needs are being filled by me instead of some other store." The Dwarf had that spark, he figured that if Four-Eyes managed all right, he'll get a sale boost, which might be just that to. "No problem, I'm responsible for the buying of equipment and such, so you're the first on my list..well the only one actually." "Hahaha, good to hear, well, sorry to kick you out, but I got those damn bills to pays, and I think they're charging me too much for the heating" "Again? Bastards." "Yeah I hear taht..Cacth you later Jack."
Equipped with his bag full of commlinks, he sat his his car, lighting a smoke 'Guess I can always check out what Linnia's up to..[/i] The Americar roars to life, as a light rain began to fall, crapping the once sunny morning.
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Post by Angel on Apr 22, 2007 19:06:03 GMT -5
Angel listens to the man's story, and is somewhat surprised when she is told to get back to her body. Even so, she complies, and is up and stretching when Peaches arrives.
(OOC Wolflet Say.. Dancing Eagle is 'easy' but is aware of your astral self, as the story ends, so does any need for you to remain astral. it is a gentle reminder or a prompt that things are drawing to a close.
You should write up you having a meeting with one of your contacts...
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Post by cxtwo on Apr 22, 2007 19:49:05 GMT -5
Chuck just parties hard. He's got 5k to spend an a need to enjoy it. The life of a Troll is a hard like. Because he has to drink twice as much to get that buzz.
(OOC Wolflet Say..
Thats a lot of beer! an awful lot!
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Post by Braddoc on Apr 22, 2007 19:50:39 GMT -5
Chuck just parties hard. He's got 5k to spend an a need to enjoy it. The life of a Troll is a hard like. Because he has to drink twice as much to get that buzz. ((Hahaha..hard life indeed..))
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Post by mechwarrior5 on Apr 23, 2007 7:34:04 GMT -5
"Alright, Dancing. 'Tanks for da smoke and da info. I really appreciate yer help. You let me know if you need any'ting, okay?" After a heartfelt handshake, Peaches heads out of the lodge, looking down at Angel.
"You ready to go?"
He waves goodbye to Dancing Eagle and the nephew, and then the two of them hop in the van and head on down the road.
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(Back in Seattle...)
Whenever Shade returns to the bar, Peaches will be there waiting on him--and this time, he's got company. sitting next to him at the bar is beautifully horned figure with a datajack in her temple nearly the size of Peaches himself... well, beautiful if your into trolls. She's actually small for a troll, though her body still ripples with corded muscles, and her face even seems somewhat feminine if you overlook the tusks and jutting jaw. Very disturbingly, she is dressed in knee-high leather boots, fishnet stockings, and a miniskirt. Her blouse is a black leather halter top, showing off several tatoos, one of which is a bullwhip that curls around her left bicep. The dog collar around her neck and the dreary arrangement of her makeup makes it clear that she enjoys the drearier side of life. As soon as he spies Shade, Peaches waves him over.
"Hey Shade, I wantcha to meet my girl. Dis is Sugar. Sugar, 'dis is Shade. He's one of da new guys I been workin' wid'."
The troll-ess gives Shade a tusky grin. "Nice ta meet ya, breeder."
After the requisite small talk, Peaches speaks more seriously. "So Shade, you remember what we was talking about back in da SSC about magical protection for mundanes? Well, d'you know someone who might be able to hook me up wid' a focus or whatever like dat? I don't know where to get it m'self, but from da sounds of dis new biz, it might pay to have one."
((My wife and I are going on a 1st aniversary trip to St. Simon's Island, Georgia. We'll be leaving on Wedensday (April 25th) and returning on Sunday (April 29th). I will most likely not have internet access while we're down there. Wolflet, please feel free to NPC Peaches while I'm gone.))
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Post by Crimson D on Apr 23, 2007 15:31:36 GMT -5
Shade shakes the womans hand. His small hand vanishes in the womans. "Nice to meet ya. You live up to your name. Your so sweet I can feel my teeth rotting as we speak." Shade chuckles and saddles up to the bar. "I'm guessing it's my round, eh?" Shade gets everyone a round of whatever their drinking. He listened to Peaches. "Yeah I got the magical hook up. He won't do biz with anyone else around, he's the careful type. You also goda keep in mind this will probably be the most money you've ever spent in one place. Anchor foci aren't cheap and their one shot before you have to get them recharged." Shade looks around. "Where the f*ck is Four Eyes? I figured he'd beat me here. I was damn near a hour."
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Post by mechwarrior5 on Apr 23, 2007 16:17:20 GMT -5
Peaches bites his lip with his left tusk. "So how much cred we talkin' about? I mean, I knew it would set me back, but I didn't 'tink it would be SOTA-grade cred."
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Post by Braddoc on Apr 23, 2007 16:43:06 GMT -5
Four-Eyes exited the bathroom, yawning. All that studying got him tired. A reaction he was expecting, but never really comfortable with it. He got his beer at the bar, and left to meet Peaches, who seemed to have company since the last 5 minutes. Shade, and a horned Ork..holy drek..THAT'S Sugar! Smallest Troll I ever saw, 'least she's not afraid to show some skin..feisty one she must be..
He just kept walking, spotting Chuck drinking enough to make any true Irishman pass as a sober gentleman, before reaching the booth and standing near Shade who was blocking the booth seat "Hey Shade, move to the side will'ya, I'm too beat to drink standin'."
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Post by scawire on Apr 23, 2007 17:04:16 GMT -5
"That wound his seems to be sportting is not your normal run of the mill wound, Shaun is there anything you can tell me that stuck out about the gash on the guys chest." Micro knows gun shot wounds and normal weapons people usally fight with that wound doesn't look like that to him. It is like the guy was skined. "he also metioned an "Angel taking much." Maybe a spirit some type of summoning going wrong or.." Micro mutters the last of his words to himself as he remembers what he has just learned in the presentation that has been given to the group days ago.
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Post by Crimson D on Apr 23, 2007 17:23:29 GMT -5
Shade gets up and moves so FE can get in so he can sit on the edge but keeps talking to Peaches. "It'll be beyond SOTA price." Shade grabs his seat on the edge once FE sits down. "For example. A one time use runs about 3 grand per force of the spell. A reusable one is 30 grand per force. These are base prices, some charge more some charge less. I can sometimes get a good price for myself."
Shade drinks a little. "For example. A reusable anchor foci with a detect danger force 3 spell and a armor force 5 spell runs about 240,000 nuyen and thats just for a split second cast to save you from ONE bullet or club. You can also have a sustaining foci built in as well. This will keep the armor spell going until you turn it off. That's 15 grand per force, again this is a base price. Plus it has to match the power of your armor spell. So that's another 75000 nuyen."
Shade watches the poor ork's eyes practically glaze over. "Earth to Peraches." *SNAP!* "Welcome back."
Shade looks over to FE. "What kind of comm gear did we get setup with?"
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