Greenhorns in Seattle, The In Character Thread Options

[Dusty Ghost]

11.15 January 2nd 2070 -- Xanadu Studios

[ Spoiler ]

Willpower + Logic test for dealing with Jazz hypo (1d6, 1d6, 1d6, 1d6, 1d6, 1d6, 1d6=[6], [1], [5], [3], [1], [1], [1]) = 2 hits

Breathing carefully, Sweeps calms himself as much as he can. He just about manages to calm himself down.

As he walks to dynamo Blue's office, he looks around:

[ Spoiler ]

Security Systems + Intuition test (1d6, 1d6, 1d6, 1d6, 1d6, 1d6, 1d6, =[2], [1], [6], [6], [2], [2], [6]) = 3 hits

Then when they get to the office, he hears Dynamo Blue ask for a demo tape. Sweeps holds his breath!

[Mickle5125]

12:20 2nd January 2070 --Xanadu studios, Renton Seattle--

Padre smiles broadly at Dynamo Blue and reaches across to shake her hand. "Thank you for seeing us, Miss Blue."

He turns to Loki and sticks out his hand. After a moment, his smile falters for a moment and he gestures impatiently. "Come on, Lad, give me the demo."

He sighs. "Well? Let me guess. You woke up late and completely forgot it, didn't you? Lad, if you weren't so good, I'd smack you one for wasting Miss Blue's time like this."

He gestures to Sweeps. "You! Go and see if he dropped it somewhere along the way... Check the van too, while you're out there."

He turns back to Dynamo and smiles appologetically. "I'm terribly sorry about this, Miss Blue. Perhaps, while he's off looking, my friend here can give you an impromptu sample of his talents?"

[ Spoiler ]

Con test (10d6= 4,1,6,5,6,1,4,5,5,6 = 6 hits)

[imperialus]

12:20 2nd January 2070 --Xanadu Studios, Renton Seattle--

Hex (other PC's read this last):

[ Spoiler ]

After returning to the van Sybercat says "My god, you have to check this out. Who knew the Priest could act?" Somehow she opens a link between your comlink and the image link in Mack's glasses. You witness the whole audition. As it draws to a close Sybercat says. "You know we have to fuck with him right? I have an idea, can you do an impression of Priest? I'll take care of the rest."

Sweeps:

[ Spoiler ]

This place should be pretty easy to get in and out of. Given how poorly setup their obvious security is it's unlikely that they have much in the way of hidden cameras nevermind anything more subtle than that. The guard was armed but when you caught a glimpse of the security room you did notice a single submachine gun chained to the wall, reinforcing your theory that the guards sidearms are likely loaded with gel rounds. You also noticed an automatic soycaff maker which suggests that there is at least one overnight guard though. The maglocks look like they are a few years past their expiration date. They're probably ok for keeping the street trash from breaking in, but you could probably crack them in less than a minute. Last but not least, the bars on the windows look like they are bolted to the brickwork. You could cut them with a grinder no problem. One thing that was interesting was the maglock on the unmarked door inside. It was high quality, requiring a fingerprint scan to allow access.

Dynamo frowns when she realizes you have no demo tape. It almost seems like she's ready to show you the door for wasting her time but when Padre says that Loki will sing in front of her, she raises an eyebrow and says.

"Fine... This might be interesting. You have thirty seconds." She pushes a small microphone across the desk and presses a record button on her AR display. "Sing something I'm gonna recognize."

Loki launches into a rendition of a nova hot hit out of Los-Angles (link) and to everyones amazement manages to pull it off. Even Dynamo looks impressed. She lets him keep singing for a lot longer than 30 seconds before finally raising her hand to cut him off.

"Well... That was better than I expected. You might have what it takes to make it kid. Your pitch was a bit off in places but we can clean that up in editing. You sing well, and it's tough to get the pitch right without backup." She turns to Padre. "Well Mr. Malone, I think we're going to have to meet at some point to discuss this boys future. Give me your com-address and I'll call you. Unfortunatly I'll need to cut this short. I have a meeting with some of my investors scheduled in about half an hour and I can't stand them up. I'm sure you know the way out."

Loki: As you leave Xanadu and are crossing the parking lot towards the van a ridiculous anime style cartoon girl (you think) suddenly erupts into your AR display and a squealing high pitched voice hammers through your earbuds. OH... MY... GOD! IT'S LOKIIIIIIEEEEEE! INEVERTHOUGHTIWOULDEVERGETACHANCETOMEETYOU! INAMEDMYPETDOGAFTERYOUEVENTHOUGHMYDADSAIDITWASASTUPIDNAME! CANIHAVEYOURAUTOGRAPH?!" When you stagger to the van you see Sybercat and Loki trying very hard to keep 'serious business' faces on.

Hex deadpans "So how does it feel to be big BIG BIG my boy?" in a terrible impression of Priest, at which point both he and Sybercat erupt into laughter.

Once everyone is in the van Sybercat says between chuckles "At least if making a living getting shot at doesn't work out, you'll always have a backup career." After everyone sobers up she says. "So I guess we're off to Heaven then? Why don't we go grab a bite for lunch and figure out how we want to approach the joint. We'll probably want to change cloths too." gesturing at Padres business attire and Loki's trendy leather jacket.

As the van drives away, an odd and somewhat disconcerting thought enters your head. Sybercat just hacked Mack and Loki's comlinks as a joke. Sure it was all in good fun, but what happens if next time it's serious?

[Nigel]

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Loki arrogantly strolls out of the office, and toward the van. "Very funny, Sybercat. What was that thing you put on my display? And yeah, I really should have rehearsed a song beforehand. Oh well - she seemed to buy it. Let's get going.", Loki says. When he gets to his apartment, Loki puts on a change of Street Clothing, his Armored Vest, Ceramic Knife, Savalette Guardian, and Lined Coat.






EDIT (ooc): For some reason, [color=] isn't working, so I italicized my words and put them in quotes.

[Dusty Ghost]

12:20 2nd January 2070 --Xanadu Studios, Renton Seattle--

The grin on Sweep's face was like that of a jacko lantern. That had to be one of the funniest things he had ever seen, and worse, Loki might actually get a career out of it!!

He was very relieved he managed to keep his cool, he was equally relieved and slightly disappointed in the simplicity of the security there.
The finger print lock was going to cause a headache, but he figured that the security guard may be able to help out there. If not... time to use the good old fashion B&E. Hopefully without too much B.

He was very uncertain about heaven though, it was NOT a good place and he was not at all happy about having to go there. He had a bad vibe about it.

Once at his apartment he changes into some more gothic clothing. Something less attractive to the cut throats in heaven.

In addition to his previous gear, he grabs:
1 Last spare clip for his Hammerli 620S, it's silencer and laser sight
He pockets his stun baton
He also takes his chameleon suit
Maglock Passkey
1 Medkit
Gecko Gloves

Once in the Van on the way to lunch, he sends a private message to Mack and Loki

<<Hey guys, Sybercat's good at what she does, and right now, she's on our side. But I'd seriously consider looking at your firewalls and make sure she can't pull a stunt like that again. If she can get in, so can another hacker like her>>

[Seraph Kast]

12:30 2nd January 2070 --Duncan's Apartment, Everette Seattle--

Hex ran up to his apartment in a hurry to gather a last few things for the afternoon visit to Heaven. Keeping his concealed pistol on under his armored jacket, he grabbed the Ares Predator and buckled it onto his waist. He glanced briefly about the apartment before grabbing a few extra clips of ammunition, including one full of Ex-Ex. Just in case.

Heading back down to the street, looking more or less just as scruffy as always, he asks, "So...what's for lunch? I'm starved."

[JoelHalpern]

1225 January 2nd 2070 -- Mack's warehouse

Mack walks in, ditches the nice clothes, and finds some grungier stuff.
I know everyone assumes Trolls wear this junk all the time, but why the heck doesn't it fit reasonably?

Makes sure there are plenty of knives (might as well take both Survival knives just in case.) Carry the suitcase out to the van, and indicate: "In case of real trouble"

Also make sure I have the medikit with me.

[Mickle5125]

12:25 2nd January 2070 --Xanadu Studios, Renton Seattle--

Padre smiles and nods to Dynamo as he shakes her hand. "I'll be looking forward to it, Miss Blue."

He quickly drapes his hand over Loki's shoulders and starts talking to him about random things, such as missing a note, how he's going to be a Star, and how Star is indeed Capitalized because of how Big he's going to be. As he exits Xanadu, he slumps and lets out a sigh. As he climbs into the van, he relaxes, loosening his tie and grinning. "So, what'd you think? too much? too little? I felt like I might have been a little too energetic, myself... but anyway! Did you get a good enough look around, Sweeps? How bout you, Miss Sybercat? Did you get a good look at Xanadu's systems?"

After they drive off, Padre tells Sybercat to drop him off at the church and to pick him up from there before they head over to Heaven. After the others drive off, Padre walks to his apartment and starts getting ready to head to heaven. He dresses down, readies his gun(loaded with stick'n'stun and mounted on a hidden arm slide), grabs his stun baton, and loads his pockets with a couple spare clips and the silencer. He also makes sure his contacts are still in and put his glasses on. Over all of this, he slips his armored jacket on, and sighs. I really wish all of this wasn't necessary.

While he waits for the others to come pick him up, he sends off a message to a hacker from his congregation.

<<My_Father's_Work>>
<<Subject: Security>>
<<Message: A friend of mine recently had his comlink hacked, and I'm worried that the same might happen to mine. It would be a disaster, should that happen, because of all of the information that I have on members of our congregation. I know that you've done some security work in the past, and I was hoping that you would be able to help me protect my comlink better. Lord be with you, my friend.>>

[ Spoiler ]

ettiquette, con, or negotiation (wasn't sure which) + cha = 8d6 = 4,1,6,6,3,5,2,3 = 3 hits

[imperialus]

Loki: "What, you mean you've never heard of Miss Kawaii? She's only the hottest thing to come out of Japan for the under 12 crowd. Seriously though, you guys did a great job in there. All of you. It's nice to see a team willing to deal with problems with their brains instead of bullets.

Mack: If you open the case and let people see the LMG Sybercat says. "Well I hope we won't run into that much trouble but I do feel better going in there knowing we have that as backup."

Padre: "I did actually, a very nice look around. Couldn't find anything interesting about Angel from where I was but I think if Sweeps was able to plant a signal booster on that terminal in Dynamos office we might hit paydirt. As far as their matrix security goes, I got into the system and left an agent who will open the door again as soon as I knock so I should be able to lock down the entire building when Sweeps comes to visit. Even their panic buttons should be disabled.

13:45 January 2nd 2070 --Sizzling Rice, Everett Seattle--

Sybercat takes a route through the manicured streets of downtown. The unfamiliar surroundings of corporate high rises and fashionable boutiques surround you. The scenery changes briefly to the comparative wilderness of Snohomish before ending up in the towering apartment complexes and condo units of Everett. She drives to a small Chinese restaurant named Sizzling Rice in Lowell.

You hardly taste the food in the restaurant, maybe it's your nerves, maybe anticipation, possibly a combination of both. It could also just be that the barely edible soy and massive dose of MSG numbed your tastebuds. Sybercat has changed again, into a pair of ripped up jeans and an armoured jacket. The Slivergun has made another appearance on her hip and there is an extensively modified AK 97 with a chopped barrel, drum magazine and underbarrel shotgun resting on the center console beside her.

"If anyone is going to give us trouble it'll be those two trolls from the chop shop. I'd try and see what you can figure out from the locals before dealing with them. I'll wait in the van and piggyback on your comlinks so I can see what's going on inside. If it does turn into a firefight and you need to DD out, try and keep a line of fire to the front door clear. I'll cover your retreat and keep an eye on the police channels just in case the Star happens to be paying attention." She gestures towards the rear of the cabin. "there's six firing ports back there if need be, two on each side and two in the rear. If we get separated go to ground wherever you can. There's a big housing project a few blocks to the north of Heaven, it should be really easy to get lost in there if you have to. Don't worry, we'll find you. If there isn't anything else, we should get this show on the road.

[Dusty Ghost]

"It sounds like it might be a good idea to stick together when we get there guys. I can run, and hide, if I need to, but I'd feel better knowing Haystacks and Toothy are with me to cover our retreat if needed." gesturing to Mack and Hex.

"Loki gets to ask the questions as he has the face for it. He could serenade them to sleep if they get a handful." He grins again, and holds a hand up to stop the potential rebuke.

"But seriously, all of us need to try and keep your perceptions WAAAAY wide so we can see if either of those trolls are coming. If they kick off, and I suspect the second we mention Dark Angel they will do, then a hasty retreat may be a good idea. If their masters get wind that we geeked their trolls, we could end up with more trouble than we can handle. If the fight just ends up the two of them, wounding and disarming them would be nice, but we may not get that luxury.

I hate walking into unknowns, but basically, keep our eyes and ears open, try not to piss off the locals and get away if we need to.

Just my two cents. If you think I'm talking crap, then say so."

He leans back, in his chair, and listens to the others.

[imperialus]

"But seriously, all of us need to try and keep your perceptions WAAAAY wide so we can see if either of those trolls are coming. If they kick off, and I suspect the second we mention Dark Angel they will do, then a hasty retreat may be a good idea. If their masters get wind that we geeked their trolls, we could end up with more trouble than we can handle. If the fight just ends up the two of them, wounding and disarming them would be nice, but we may not get that luxury.

Sybercat pipes up. "Maybe see if you can't talk with the local bigwig. Dynamo said that Heaven was run by a crew calling themselves the golden gators. The trolls are likely just there because they clean up the corpses faster than Crash Cart or DocWagon. Tensions might be running high between them right now, especially if the top gator blames the trolls for bringing attention down on his nice little operation. As for pissing of the Dissasemblers, I wouldn't worry too much about it. They know they're the scum of society. Not only that but they're pretty loosely organized. Chances another Diss will just move in on their territory if they get geeked."

[Mickle5125]

14:00 January 2nd 2070 --Sybercat's Van, Everett Seattle--

Padre frowns and looks around. "Perhaps we should go into this with more of a plan than simply 'keep your eyes and ears open.' We need an actual reason for being there... Perhaps we could be representing a Mr. Johnson who is looking for an investment opportunity. That should be sufficient to get the attention of the higher ups in the place. Also, Miss Sybercat, as long as we aren't shooting our way out of the place, please continue with the wonderful work and leave yourself a way into whatever systems they have on site. I'd like to try to avoid having to kill everyone we come across as we leave, so avoid being more aggressive than necessary."

He smiles at everyone and grins before turning to Loki. "Oh yes... Loki, we need to come up with a Stage name for you, so that I don't have to keep referring to you as 'boy' to Miss Blue. How do you feel about 'Nightelf'?"

He bows his head and mutters a quick prayer of protection and guidance over the group, before looking up and smiling at them again. "Don't worry, my friends. The Lord's protection is upon us, and His Will shall guide us today."

[imperialus]

14:10 Jan 2nd 2070 --Heaven, Everett (Lowell District, D security rating), Seattle--
Sybercat bring the van to a stop down the street from Heaven. She parks it along a stretch of empty road with a good view of the front entrance.

Angel picked a fraggin' charming place to die. 'Heaven' is an abandoned two story community health center surrounded on all sides by oppressive crumbling tenements that blanket the building in perpetual shadow. Icicles and filthy snow hang off the walls and a fire roars in a dumpster. Half the building has caved in, strewing rubble into the street. Jagged plasteel spars just up from the ruins and graffiti covers every inch of the walls still standing.

Nevertheless, Heaven seems to be a popular place. It periodically shows up on newscasts as the quintessential BTL den. Some even less pleasant places do exist in the plex, but since Heaven is located in Everett, not Redmond the newsies can actually approach the joint without getting geeked. Chipheads pale as zombies creep through the dark interior, occasionally showing their faces at the broken windows. A baby faced ganger stands watch at the front door, his jacket is decorated with a picture of a grey rock below crossed keys and the words "Golden Gators" written in an 'oriental' script that looks like it belongs on a Chinese takeout menu.

Angel's death apparently has attracted a whole new clientèle to Heaven. Rock fans from miles around make pilgrimages to the den to pay homage to their idol. Girls with rainbow-hued mowhawks dance to the new Angel record, while a cluster of culties lurks in the ruins, each one an eerie clone of the dead singer. One group is videotaping themselves with a small handheld trid cam. Sybercat highlights them in your ARO's.

<<Corp brats. Keep an eye on them. If they get dead, the Star will investigate.>>

[JoelHalpern]

1411 January 2nd 2070 -- Heaven, Everett (Lowell District, D security rating), Seattle

"Folks, it strikes me that this kind of place isn't actually long on explanations. And we don't seem to be good at plans. How about we go on in, and ask for the boss. And then one of the talkers here asks point blank what the heck happened to 'Dark Angel'. May benoting that this kind of place doesn't actually need or want that much attention. Can you imply that if they don't answer, there will be more attention that they don't want (without actually threatening them. ) Hex and I will make sure that if there are problems, we can deal with them."

"Hex, I am going to get out of the van. But I suggest you take point leading folks in."

Mack steps out of the Van, and takes a good (if unpleasant) look around.

[ Spoiler ]

Roll for when we enter, as requested:
Int 3, Per 3, Enhance 3, Low light and Thermographic eyes (1d6=3, 1d6=6, 1d6=6, 1d6=2, 1d6=3, 1d6=3, 1d6=3, 1d6=1, 1d6=3) (2 hits)

Mack waits while everyone piles out, and follows folks into the "building".

[Nigel]

1411 2nd January 2070 -- Heaven, Everett, Lowell District (Sec Rating: D), Seattle

"This place is terrible. Not too glamorous for a rising star...the better to avert suspicion, I suppose."

Mack: "Yeah, we haven't been planning much. I don't know if such a blunt question right out in the open is such a good idea...I personally favor Padre's plan to get their attention, then privately asking what happened to Angel. Nightelf is fine with me, I'll make sure to keep it in mind."

Everyone: "I think the meatbags *Loki grins and says jokingly* should watch the doors. We don't want them blocked, because those are our way out. If it comes to fighting, I doubt I can calm them down enough to let us pass without some hefty revenge. I can shoot, sure, but I'd prefer if we didn't have to. That's people wanting to kill us, and I personally don't like the idea of death."

Loki gets out of the van and heads into Heaven, following Hex. When he gets in there, he looks around to see if he notices any offices, authority figures, or anything of the ilk.

[ Spoiler ]

Perception + Intuition + Visual Mods → 8d6 [2,2,1,3,4,6,1,5] = (2)

Loki does have low-light vision due to overwhelming elfiness.

[Mickle5125]

Padre smiles tightly and turns to the others. "I shall stay here and keep an eye out for trouble while Miss Sybercat is tagging along with you via her hacking skills. That way, I can focus on the activity out here, and she can focus on giving us forward warning of when you're coming out. Oh, and should a firefight prove inevitable... try to bring someone who might know what really happened alive. We might be able to convince them to share their knowledge."

Having said his piece, Padre sets himself to watch the exit.

[ Spoiler ]

Perception + Intuition + vision mods + hearing mods = 12d6 = 4,1,4,5,6,1,2,6,2,3,5,4 = 4 hits
have lowlight

[Dusty Ghost]

"Yeah I'm happy to go with Loki and back him up. But if we yell, Haystacks can keep the door clear, and Toothy can try and get half way between the door and us to give us cover the retreat if needed.

As Syberbabe said, avoid the rich brats! We don't want the Star here. The gators don't want the Star here either, so hopefully they'll keep fire away from the kids too.

Loki and I go in ask for the head honcho, Haystacks and Toothy stay by the door. If needed we yell through the comlink, Thoothy runs half way up if it's ok to do so, while we try to get down.

I'm hoping this won't get ugly, but fuck knows with these brain dead bastards wondering about.

Padre, you do what you can out here. The concernded priest looking out for fallen may sit ok with these people, you could get some information that might be of use to us."

[ Spoiler ]

Perception + Intuition + Test with low light eyes. I think vision magnify and flare compensation does not help here. If I am wrong GM, feel free to roll and add them in. (6d6.hits(5)=3)

[Seraph Kast]

14:11 2nd January 2070 --Heaven, Everett Seattle--



Hex steps out of the van glancing further up and down the street to get a feel for the place. Even though he'd lived in a couple really bad areas...Heaven took the cake as far as awful locales went.

I can't believe these idiot corp kiddies are here. They're practically begging to get geeked by some BTL-crazed junkie.

Shaking his head Hex adjusts his pistol, and walks towards the bouncer at the front door. Giving a nod to the him as he passes, Hex slips him $50 in cash and hopes the guy doesn't ask any awkward questions. "Hey buddy, where would I find the guy who runs this joint?" he mutters low. After getting a reply (or not) he steps in and starts casing the hellhole as best he can, trying to keep an eye on the myriad of holes, doors, and windows. If Hex gets a reply he points people in the direction indicated and keeps watch.

[ Spoiler ]

Charisma 3 + Etiquette 2 (5d6.hits(5)=4) for the bribe on the bouncer.
Int 4 + Per 4 + 3 Contacts + 1 Synch (12d6.hits(5)=4) perception roll. Have Low-Light and Thermal vision.

[imperialus]

14:15 Jan 2nd 2070 --Heaven, Everett Seattle--

The gangers eyes light up at the cash for just a moment before he seems to remember that he’s supposed to be working. His eye travels to your pistol and the hulking mass of troll behind you for a moment before snatching the cash from your hand, jerking his thumb over his shoulder and saying “Lizard Pete's innsside. On da couch. Don’ cause shit or we cut you up.�

Once you’re inside, the scenery improves, but not by much. The fanbois and girrls are gone at least. Someone has set up a jury rigged stereo system with heavy industrial music (link) coming out of the speakers. Heavy curtains made of a thick red fabric cover the windows, further deepening the shadows. More chipheads litter the interior, these ones are obviously a bit higher on the pecking order as they lie on mattresses and piles of filthy cushions. You see a large Asian man leaning on a couch, the only half decent piece of furniture in the joint. He’s smoking what smells like Bliss from a large hookah while staring off into space and idly fondling the chest of an almost naked joygirl who has the permanent dazed expression of someone under the influence of a p-fix BTL.

There are more gangers inside, you count five humans of Asian decent wearing the Gators colours. They have pistols stuffed into the waistbands of their pants, and what look to be cheap knockoff Katana’s strapped across their backs.

Loki and Padre: The aura’s in the building are almost too depressing to handle. It almost seems as though they flicker in and out of existence as the BTL’s ravage the subconscious of the users. The man on the couch however shows the obvious aura of the awakened. There is something off about its bizarre and multi hued colouring. Not toxic… just… stoned.

As you approach him, a pair of gangers step forward to block your path, their hands going to their katana’s. You instinctively go for your own weapons and you’re set for an old fashioned Mexican standoff. The fat man puts a stop to it however, raising his hand and saying “No! We do not need this. Let them pass.� As the gangers back down, he turns his attention to you and takes another long drag from his hookah before slowly exhaling. The smoke wreaths his head in blue green haze like some kind of bizarre halo. “Gator tells me you are here about the singer… What do you want?�

[Dusty Ghost]

The urge to trigger his arm slide gun was very strong! Jazz was still making him hyper, and the closeness of two dumb fuckers in front of him made him wanna fly at them first.

Then Sweeps hears a voice from the stoner on the coach "No! We do not need this. Let them pass."

He relaxes his body just slightly, but keeps the muscle heads in his peripheral vision.

The stoner speaks again:
"Gator tells me you are here about the singer! What do you want?"

<<PM to Loki>>

<<Ok dude, your time to shine. I got your back. Just tell him how it is. Be tough.>>

[Nigel]

1416 2nd January 2070 -- Heaven, Everett Seattle

"Tell me how Dark Angel died. If you don't know, or won't talk, give me someone who can. I'll make it worth your while, though, if you do tell me. The truth, that is - and trust me, I can tell."

<<PM to Sweeps>>

<<I got it. Make sure you have the muscle under control...they look like they want to get dangerous.>>

[ Spoiler ]

Intimidate check: 15d6[6,2,5,6,2,6,2,2,6,5,6,4,6,6,6] = (10)

EDIT: Forgot my First Impression, sorry. I'll roll 2d6 and add the hits/rolls.

[Seraph Kast]

14:15 2^nd January 2070 --Heaven, Everett Seattle--

Hex tenses up for a moment, hand resting on his gun as the gangsters reach for their blades. The guy on the couch waves them off, and Hex relaxes a bit, pulling his hand off the butt of the gun. Lizard Pete's a fitting name for this druglord, looks about as active as one. He looks around the place again, counting. Five of them in here, one more outside. Possibly more elsewhere in the building, or nearby. I doubt most of these chipheads could even manage to hide if shooting starts they're so blazed, so no threat there.

Hex inclines his head towards the guy on the couch in a nod of recognition, and steps off to the side, trying to stand a bit further away from the katana wielding fanboys. I wonder if the Yaks back this place then...maybe one of the triads, but katana aren't really their style. He glances towards Loki, to see how he'd start the "dialogue" up.

[Mickle5125]

14:15 Jan 2nd 2070 --Heaven, Everett Seattle--

Padre frowns as watches the others enter the building. "I don't like this place at all. Hopefully, They get what we need this time so that we don't have to come back. It's giving me a really, really bad feeling..."

Padre's frown deepens as he keeps an eye out, absentmindedly triggering his hidden arm slide a couple times. "I don't know much about what's going on in there, but the sooner we're out of here, the better everything will be. Miss Sybercat, what's going on?"

[imperialus]

14:17 Jan 2nd 2070 --Heaven, Everett Seattle--

Loki: The fat man turns his heavy lidded gaze towards you and takes another drag off the hookah before shoving the girl off and sitting up straight. You notice his aura flashes rapidly with anger and fear. The ganger's hands begin to drift towards their weapons again but nobody pulls iron.

"You are not to be talking like that! This is my home! I know nothing of the singer. I have never seen him before. I want you to leave... However I am not unreasonable, you can take the trolls with you. They are out back. Perhaps then their friends will know what happens to those who anger the Golden Gators. Their names are Hack and Slash. However you will leave my home without starting a fight, my men will be watching and they will enforce discipline."

At that he sinks back down onto the couch, a nervous smile on his face.

Behind the bravado you get the impression that he is telling the truth. He looks terrified, both in the physical and the astral. He's angry at being put in this position, but afraid that his two bit gang might be in over its head. You get the strong impression that the gang is scarcely tough enough to keep the wolves from the door, and that he blames Hack and Slash for drawing down more attention than he can handle. He'd likely be more helpful up front but it's important that he maintain a facade of strength to keep from getting ousted. Really, he's hoping to get you to do his dirty work for him.

Padre: Sybercat glances over at you. "Just set your comlink to receive ok?" as soon as you do so a small ARO window opens up in the corner of your vision showing you the interior from Hex's eyes and ears. "Heh, looks like our boy Loki has that chubby fellow about ready to wet himself."

[Dusty Ghost]

<<PM To Loki>>

<<Easy now, I think he might snap at any moment, or piss himself. Ask him why the hell we should do his dirty work for him.>>