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Post by flext on Feb 9, 2006 10:27:55 GMT -5
Jair wanders over in his directon "i'll have a bit if ya don't mind" He checks through his stuff quickly to make sure nothing got lost or damaged adn all seems to be accounted for. He reaches in the breast pocket of his shirt and pulls out a cigarret and puts it behind his ear to replace the ones he lost in the confusion. "So anyone have a clue waht that was for?"
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Post by brute on Feb 9, 2006 15:09:19 GMT -5
((Presses the case against bare skin on Flext's arm... Flext feels a slight sensation... followed by a sense of minor euphoria. Shortly after he feels the need to lean or sit down))
Cody looks Jair right in the eyes, and without missing a beat says "They didn't know the password"
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Post by Mr. Johnson on Feb 9, 2006 20:50:21 GMT -5
(yes you have your supersquirt)
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Dhazhar
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Chen Zhou
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Post by Dhazhar on Feb 9, 2006 22:07:01 GMT -5
Looking around at all the people on board....looks at the man offering a drink "No thank you sir, I am ok, but thank you for the offer!" Looking to everyone else... "Well it seems to me we are all in a bit of a predictament! Myself and my 2 friends here, jestering to Nina and Jair are on are way out of town and you all seem to now be going our way. I think intros might be in order. Allow me to start. I am Chen. Welcome aboard the Oblivious Nature!" Looking around to the rest of the group for a response.
Chen stands just over 5' tall. He is lean and well muscled for his size. He wears a drab gray outfit, with black boots. His jet black hair is short and the tips are dyed a soft gold colour. He holds himself with an air of confidence.
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Post by Xenomarch on Feb 9, 2006 22:18:39 GMT -5
A teenage human male w/Red Hair, Brown Eyes, Pale White Skin, Medium Build, 1.7m (5'7"), 55 kg (121 lbs.), wears a red longcoat with the words "Volcano High" embroidered on the back, black jeans, combat boots. stands at the back of the boat trying to look mature in the present company and failing miserably.
My name is Volcano. I'm here..... well it's really their fault, as he points to Chen, Nina and Jair. I was going home after a failed meet and I saw that they were about to be attacked by a Amerindian Warparty and I stepped in to protect them. My Fixer always sez "If you save someones life make sure you don't leave them in a worse position." Or something like that. So I tagged along to see them to safety.
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Post by Porter on Feb 10, 2006 0:29:00 GMT -5
Shrugging to the offers of a refreshment without much of a word, Erick remains still as he looks out over those on the boat. Examining the intricate bead wrap that encircles his right wrist he listens intently to the few members of the group break the silence.
"Most would say that was bein' in the wrong place at the wrong time." Erick says as he glances up to the group before continuing on. Eight figures made up those before him. The youth seemed to be the majority, but Erick knew that meant little nowadays.
"Not me though." Erick said before offering a slight smile. "You can call me the Seer." He stands from his crouched position to his full height, the corduroy lined jacket slips into place over his frame.
Rather than letting the conversation focus on himself, Erick nods in Chen's direction, "Where exactly is the boat headin'?"
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Post by Falindraun on Feb 10, 2006 0:59:14 GMT -5
At this point a female ork wearing a long coat and boots takes off her sunglasses to reveal her pink eyes, pink hair and her pale white skin. At this point you notice several things a) that she is an Albino, and b) she has a datajack on her right temple yet is carrying no cyberdeck. She also appears to be about 10 or 11 years old but still stands 5'11" at about 135 lbs. "Hi my name is Nina." in a thick native american accent that is later determined to be from the Arapaho Indians.
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Post by jblack on Feb 10, 2006 2:09:52 GMT -5
as the last person is dragged over the railing.. the yacht slams into full speed (nearly knocking most of you down if your standing) and heads out to sea. the boat is now far out of view of the docks.. the Orcs wound has been wrapped and a doctor who was downstairs in the yacht came up to tend to the wounded.. as the last person is treated... the engines on the boat begin to make a funny sound.. then cut out Tony (the orc) comes over to each of you and asks if there is anything he can get for each of you... The dock wasn't safe, so the yacht was the next best thing. Jorinda heads to it, and can't help but swear as stray bullets pass over her head. Thank goodness those gangers weren't good shots. As the boat starts to accelerate rapidly, Jorinda grabs onto a rail to avoid being knocked down. As the engines cut out, Jorinda swears. Drek. What more could go wrong today? Well maybe they didn't feel like they were sitting ducks, but she sure did. Jorinda smiles at Tony the Ork. What did she want, besides dry clothes? "A towel, if you got one. And a hot soy caf?" She was already starting to feel a bit chllled, a hot drink would bring up her body temperature a bit.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2006 9:28:56 GMT -5
Bobby also scrambles on board the yacht as it thuds heavily into the end of the dock, after throwing his kit bag to someones waiting arms. Struggling to get over the railing a bit, more helping hands pull him to safety...Grunting his appreciation, Wheels goes and sits off to one side, out of the way. He has seen enough boats to know that stayin out of the way is best.
"Well it seems to me we are all in a bit of a predictament! Myself and my 2 friends here, jestering to Nina and Jair are on are way out of town and you all seem to now be going our way. I think intros might be in order. Allow me to start. I am Chen. Welcome aboard the Oblivious Nature!" Looking around to the rest of the group for a response.
Bobby begins to take stock of what exactly he has with him as the reality of his situation dawns on him..."Thats fine, if you could just drop me off at the nearest dock...?"
As Chen shakes his head 'no, sorry', Bobby digs thru his kit bag looking for his phone. "Drek," he mutters to himself, "left my phone in my car...Anyone got a phone I can borrow?"
As several people reach for their phones, Bobby turns back to Chen. "Call me Wheels. I WAS the driver for this lot." Bobby throws a thumb over his shoulder at Jorinda and Quick. "So, where is this ride takin' us, Chen?" he asks as Jorinda hands over her wet phone...Drying it off, Bobby looks at it, dries it slightly and hands it back. "Sorry chick, the blast and the water musta knocked it out. It's not working..."
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Post by Porter on Feb 10, 2006 11:58:48 GMT -5
Erick figured the Dwarf's day was worse than his own thanks in part to what was left of the van. Debating for a moment before he reaches inside his coat, pulling out the cell phone. "Here ya go." Leaning forward, he keeps the phone in his outstretched hand for Bobby to take it. "Mine should be workin' fine."
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Matt Rix
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Post by brute on Feb 10, 2006 13:39:28 GMT -5
((I'm just chillin... killin...))
"Anyone else for a little something to settle the nerves? Works wonders..."
*Wonderful... stuck on a boat full of goodie-two shoes "No Mr. drug guy... they're bad for you... brains and scrambled soy-eggs Mr. drug guy, or some crap like that"... I swear I'm gonna tranq the first schlep that mentions that God damn commercial... sigh*
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Post by Xenomarch on Feb 10, 2006 15:51:21 GMT -5
"Is anybody Wounded? I can mend broke bones an' stuff."
I will go to each person and offer individually again. When/if someone says yes I will do the Voodoo that I Do (i.e. Treat)
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Jair Danen
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Post by flext on Feb 10, 2006 16:31:40 GMT -5
"Anyone else for a little something to settle the nerves? Works wonders..." Jair hears the offer and turns to him an whispers "you got any chips in that case man.... I could use one it's been a long time." Seemingly out of place Jair is wearing a red hawiian shirt for some odd reason. The top is open and under it is obviously a armored vest. On one shoulder he is carrying a old sholder carry bag with a red cross on it. It looks like an onlt medics bag.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2006 18:41:36 GMT -5
Taking the phone from Erick, Bobby nods his appreciation. "Thanks...Seer was it? My, that's going to be weird calling you Seer or 'The Seer' all the way to...Where did you say we were going Chen?" Bobby turns back to where Chen is standing.
Grabbing a soycola off the drink tray being passed around, Wheels shakes his head at the drug user, and then looks surprised at Jair asking for a chip. Not used to runners being BTL users...This oughta be good... Bobby chuckles to himself slightly, causing a raised eyebrow or two...
After Chen replies to his question, Bobby calls Dom. "Oi, Chummer. Bad news. This nice easy run o'yours has gone to hell in a drek basket....Yah, Halloweeners and some other gang hit the dock while we were there....The van is toast...Missile...Yah, they are fine too for the moment...No, can't...Well, lets just say we're going on a trip...No, no time frame. Be back as soon as I can jump a suborbital from where we are going...Yah...Have someone return my car to my place. The keys are in the usual place...Yah. I'll call you when I get back. I still want my 2000...Yah...Later."
Bobby closes the phone and returns it to 'The Seer'. "Say, Seer. You said we all appear to be on this boat because of a case of bad timing. But that was not the case for you. Wha'd you mean by that?"
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Dhazhar
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Chen Zhou
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Post by Dhazhar on Feb 10, 2006 19:32:33 GMT -5
"Well my friends, we are on are way to another meeting with a Jet to hop over to Japan. Anyone here ever been there??"
Chen waits patiently for responses.
Sizing up the company, and thinking to himself, "maybe fate had something to do with this? maybe some of these guys are interested in some work for a few days? Sure would make getting a team together easy."
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