Hungry Guys (IC) Options

[taeksosin]

{Saturday, Sept. 21, 2072/3:14 AM} Quick Willie
Redmond, abandoned warehouse Map

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The sound was loud. That's about the only good thing that could be said for Fizrip's Flunkies. Well, that and the cheap beer, though by the end of the night it was mostly water with a bit of beer flavor to it. As you're heading out from the mosh pit towards the gaping door that marks the abandoned warehouse's exit, someone big slams into you from behind sending you sprawling face first into the concrete. Rolling over and looking, you see a large, blue ork...thing looking down at you sheepishly and holding a hand out to you to help you up.

{Saturday, Sept. 21, 2072/3:14 AM} Rakki
Redmond, abandoned warehouse Map

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A step down from the usual shows you take in, this Fizrip guy seems like he might be able to hit it big if he got a decent sound guy. As is, they'll be playing for snacks and beer for the rest of their lives. The mosh pit was fun though, at least up until the point a particularly brawny troll caroms into you, sending you flying out of the pit into an ork who's making his way towards the exit. You crash into him, sending him into the concrete. You manage to turn your landing into a forward roll, and spring to your feet before going and offering your hand to help up the ork you knocked down.

{Saturday, Sept. 21, 2072/3:14 AM} Knuckles
Redmond, abandoned warehouse Map

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The man who invented sound dampers is a saint. The screeching noise that the people who paid to get in to listen to would have been maddening without those. The crowd hasn't been any more rowdy than usual, the mosh pit takes care of most of the people that want to fight. The few that have spilled out of the pit have been handled pretty easy by yourself and the couple of fellow soldiers that your boss has provided for security tonight. The night's winding down, folks are starting to leave, and what looks like it might be a humdinger of a fight is developing in front of you as a blue thing goes flying into a young, hotheaded looking ork. The blue one gets to his feet first and reaches down to help the other guy up, but just in case you wave a hand at one of your crew and get ready to intervene.

{Saturday, Sept. 21, 2072/3:14 AM} MM
Redmond, abandoned warehouse Map

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The rest of the chop shop crew, at least the older Bert ork brother, promised that there'd be a few good looking girls and cheap beer at this show. Unfortunately, he failed to mention that they'd only be good looking with a combination of strong prescription beer goggles than the swill they were serving was capable providing, and you had to be a tusker lover to get past the fact that the few females there were very much in touch with their Robustus side. You wish the rest of the boys a good night as you mount up on your bike and are ready to kick it into gear when you see what looks like a panicked, stuff animal riding a Scoot whiz by the front of the warehouse. Its quickly followed by the roar of ten real motorcycles and gunshots as ten humans, Humanis members by the look of their jackets, go whizzing by. The scoot makes a few erratic maneuvers, and then manages to pull a 180 and zip between the larger bikes and head directly towards the warehouse door.

{Saturday, Sept. 21, 2072/3:14 AM} Mr. Stumbles Bumbles
Redmond, abandoned warehouse Map

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It had been a long night. That spoiled brat had put you through your paces, culminating in singed fur and a sore nose since he threw a ball at your face mid spell. A late dinner of leftovers with your boss resulted in a few too many hours spent in her penthouse before you started home. A few wrong turns on your Scoot later, and a group of Humanis goons spotted you as you turned a corner. When they caught sight of your fur, they poured on the speed and started shooting at you. A few lucky turns and backtracks through Redmond, and you'd thought you lost them. As you round a corner to get back to a part of Redmond that you know, there they are again. The chase begins again, and you go speeding by what looks like a concert just letting out in an old warehouse. Praying, you spin your bike around and head back towards the concert through the group of bikers. Zooming toward the open gate, you power towards what looks like mostly a crowd of orks and trolls.

{Saturday, Sept. 21, 2072/3:14 AM} Joku
Redmond, abandoned warehouse Map

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If there is hell, this is probably close to it. Smelly, sweaty goblin rock fans of all metatypes have been proceeding inside the entire night, and you drew the lucky straw and got to frisk every single one of them. You get the feeling that Master Shakes specifically recommended to the Mafia guys providing security that you get door duty. About ninety-five percent of them have tried to hit on you in one way or another, but you've managed scare most of them with such witty comebacks as a 1000 yard stare into their eyes. The show's pretty much all over except for the cleanup, but there's still a few stragglers coming through the gates for one reason or another. Suddenly, you see what looks like a panicked, stuff animal riding a Scoot whiz by the front of the warehouse. Its quickly followed by the roar of ten real motorcycles and gunshots as ten humans, Humanis members by the look of their jackets, go whizzing by. The scoot makes a few erratic maneuvers, and then manages to pull a 180 and zip between the larger bikes and head directly towards the warehouse door.

[Nikoli]

{Saturday, Sept. 21, 2072/3:14 AM}
Redmond, abandoned warehouse

Over Comms
"Hang loose boys, just a friendly hello from the blue guy. I'm stepping outside for a smoke, let me know if anything interesting breaks out as these folks shuffle out."

Picking up his "attitude adjuster", Knuckles heads outside to grab a smoke in the relatively clear air.

[pbangarth]

{Saturday, Sept. 21, 2072/3:14 AM}
Redmond, abandoned warehouse

Willie's head is ringing... maybe from the beer, maybe from the fall. He rolls over to look at what hit him, and the ... blueness ... gives him pause. What just happened? The blue guy actually looks like he didn't mean it, but that could be just a trick. Been done before. Willie decides to ask politely.

"Whatthefuck you wanna do that for, Bluebell?" He doesn't reach for the hand, but is ready to roll one way or the other if a swift boot comes.

[phlapjack77]

{Saturday, Sept. 21, 2072/3:14 AM}
Redmond, abandoned warehouse

MM was just kicking his bike into gear as he heard the whine of the Scoot, driven way past redline in the wrong gear. He hated to hear sounds like that, horrible way to treat a bike. Just as quickly, he heard the low roar of bikes following behind. His eyes locked on to the shapes, his mind doing things with the information that still amazed him.

Bikes: Harley Davidson Scorpions, stock equipment, no upgrades detected

A smile crept across his features. Business would be humming at the chop shop tomorrow. He quickly sent a comm to his chop shop buddies at the concert.

@Bert et al: Looks like some Humanis on bikes are crashing the party. Opportunity for both fun and profit! Grab some angry metas and come meet at the front gate.

After sending this message, MM put the stand back down for his bike and got off. Searching the cargo pocket of his work jumpsuit, he took out his flashlight. A small status display sprang to life in his peripheral vision. Reaching out with his mind, he subscribed the node and mentally sent it a command. The flashlight sprang to life, motors whirring into action as the flashlight grew to the size of a quarterstaff. Meanwhile, he scanned the Resonance, the place where he was able to access the Grid, and called for help.

@Machine Sprite: These bikes here, it would be great if they had some kind of accident...make it happen!

[Jronski]

{Saturday, Sept. 21, 2072/3:14 AM}
Redmond, abandoned warehouse

Rakki shakes his head at Willie as he offers his hand. Still slightly startled by the flying through the air and the tumble he replies to Willie in engrish.

"So Sorry, So Sorry, big frucking troll smooshed in me an' me accidently land in top of you"

Rakki reeks of alcohol as he tries to help the Ork up. His words slur as speaks, the alcohol making his already poor english even worse. Rakki's blue cheeks are slightly red either from his inebriation or to the fact that he is embarrassed that he just lost his balance and bulled over someone, something that does not happen to him that often. He attempts to buy the Ork a drink, figuring that alcohol fixes every problem.

"Buy drink for you?"

[pbangarth]

{Saturday, Sept. 21, 2072/3:14 AM}
Redmond, abandoned warehouse

"Hey, Bluebell, You just rang the right note!" Willie giggles at the marvelous joke he thinks he just made. Pretty smart. I gotta remember that. He reaches for the offered hand. "I'll have a pint of Crocodile Tears."

The sound of bike engines outside barely penetrates the rush and roar of the crowd, but in Willie's mind there are few sounds sweeter. Beer... or bikes. Aww, shit. What to do? What to do? He vacillates, alternately looking at the bar and the door.

"You hear the bikes outside, Bluebell?"

[taeksosin]

{Saturday, Sept. 21, 2072/3:14 AM}
Redmond, abandoned warehouse

"You're fine. Go in." Joku said to yet another troll. She glared him on his way. Thankfully the larger crowd had tapered down to just the late arrivals. Most them stank horribly, but it being outside was still probably preferable to being in an enclosed space where the smell to coagulate into something far, far worse.

"Hey, ya gunna frisk me now?" said the orc in line next. Then came a screeching noise and gun fire.

The orc turned his head towards the whine of the Scoot, which gave her a quick view of it. And the pack of motorcycles behind it.

"Step aside, sir," she said firmly before starting to move away from the door herself. She stopped at the barrel of confiscated weapons and digs around in it for a second before pulling out a knife and a stun baton.

"Boss," she said over the comlink, linking the image of a flying fur ball on a scooter hurtling towards her previous location to Knuckles. "We have a problem."

[Jronski]

Rakki looks slightly confused for a moment

{Japanese}Bluebell what the hell is a a blue bell... is this guy talking about my balls ringing his note? I don't roll that way... well there was that one time where I got tricked and she had a robo penis and she stole my underwear... focus, focus... Oh I do hear bikes that sounds like fun but nothing better than a reason to drink...

"Yes, yes Bike! but always bike, time for drink is now! Oh, an' jus' so know I no roll that way so prease stop thinking of my bluebells"

Rakki motions to the bar and begins to head over to the bar; Rakki does not stop dancing as he makes his way to the bar. Once he reaches he attempts to order two pints of Crocodile Tears and buys everyone at the bar a round of drinks.

"Woooo! 'Tender two pints of Croc'dil Tears and drinks round for ever'body! Ret's party!"

[Nikoli]

{Saturday, Sept. 21, 2072/3:14 AM}

Redmond, abandoned warehouse

Right behind you Joku.

The sounds of the crowd fade as his vision narrows, his world has become the bikers crashing his party. Launching forward he focuses on a flaming barrel, planting his foot and kicking through for distance towards the lead hog. His baseball bat up into his hands has he watches the barrel meet asphalt.

[taeksosin]

{Saturday, Sept. 21, 2072/3:14 AM}
Redmond, Abandoned Warehouse, Tzebua/Mr. Stumble Bumbles

Tzebua stops his scooter gingerly in the middle of the crowd almost toppling over the top as he does, dismounting and turning around trying to get an idea of what he's up against now that he's stopped fleeing. To get a shot at his pursuers without making a horrid and unprofitable mess he raises his voice knowing it could be lost on the crowd due to the noise, distractions, and fact that it's pitch makes him sound like a children's cartoon character "Everybody get the fuck out of the way so I can light these racist bastards up!"

[pbangarth]

{Saturday, Sept. 21, 2072/3:14 AM}
Redmond, abandoned warehouse

Willie raises the pint of beer to his lips, and slaps his new buddy a good one on his back in gratitude. "So, Bluebell. Whatcha called when ya ain't knockin' guys on their keester?" Despite the joy of free beer, he keeps an ear cocked towards the front door, hoping for more motor music to come his way.

[taeksosin]

{Saturday, Sept. 21, 2072/3:15:00 AM}
Redmond, abandoned warehouse Map

It was an excellent kick. It was the kind of stuff that trid directors spend a couple hundred thousand nuyen to make happen and look realistic. At least, when they don't just say frag it and have an Awakened special effects artist do it. The barrel started high, actually passing over the head of the biker leader and the man next to him. The two of them dismount and bring their firearms up to bear in the concert's general direction. The next three guys manage to swerve around the barrel and its debris, but blow past the fence. Swearing out loud, they flip their bikes around and stop at the entry to the alley with guns out. The guy in the middle of the pack isn't quite as lucky. He hits the barrel head on and launches over the handle bars of his bike. From the crunch that his body made when it hit the ground, it's obvious that he's ghoul chow. To top things off, a wild shot from the crowd due to a weapon that Joku missed ignites the bike's fuel tank and causes it to blow sky high. Damn ex-ex. Two of the other bikers behind the unlucky one also fly off their bikes, hit the ground and proceed to ragdoll across it. Both are pretty heavily chewed up, and one doesn't look like he's going to move again short of divine intervention. The last two bikers manage to dodge around the downed bikes, but their yelps of pain betray the fact that they got hurt by the shrapnel. They manage to stop just past the alley's entryway and also dismount, guns at the ready to cause some hurt to the idiot tusker that kicked the barrel. Or, at this point, any tusker that they see.

[Jronski]

{Saturday, Sept. 21, 2072/3:15:00 AM}
Redmond, abandoned warehouse

As Rakki is about to reply his blue ears perk up and a smirk crosses his lips.

"Sounds like concert is about get funky!"

Looking at Willie, he nods toward the sounds of gun fire.

"Sounds like fun ou' there"

Rakki begins to head toward the door as he walks towards the ruckus. Rakki pulls his hood over his head, his clothes begin to flicker and change colors as Rakki blurs into the surroundings. His heart begins to race with excitement, he walks outside just left of the doorway. Rakki watches the scene unfold, he trys to figure out the most exciting action to take.

{Japanese}This is going to be fun

[pbangarth]

{Saturday, Sept. 21, 2072/3:15:00 AM}
Redmond, abandoned warehouse

Willie downs his beer in one, huge gulp. "Damn. A guy can't even have a quiet beer without someone interrupting!" Then he smiles. "I love interruptions like this!" He follows Rakki to the door, stopping long enough to reclaim his AK-97 from the security at the door, muscling through the growing crowd of others doing the same. It doesn't get any better than this, he thinks to himself. Bikes an' brawlin'!

[Nikoli]

{Saturday, Sept. 21, 2072/3:15:00 AM}
Redmond, Abandoned Warehouse

Here I wanted a good, honest brawl but these slitches had to bring out the guns. Guns mean heat we could have avoided.
"Frag this."
Reaching into his jacket pulling as fast as he can, his thumb finding the hammer to pull it back automatically. The targeting software engaging faster than his brain can follow as the targeting reticle tracks and paints the lead bikers bread basket. He strokes the trigger, the revolver barks, tonight's winner of the door prize gets a golden BB.

[phlapjack77]

{Saturday, Sept. 21, 2072/3:15:00 AM}
Redmond, Abandoned Warehouse

MM had started moving around to get behind the bikers when a noise came roaring into his consciousness. Looking to his left, he saw a flaming barrel of death hurtle into the midst of the bikers, sending several flying. A grin spread across his face - this was getting interesting!

And then the guns came out. This was definitely NOT interesting. Feeling exposed, MM hunkered down behind his bike for cover, trying to plan his next move. He looked for the closest bike he could feasibly steal, one preferably not close to the line of fire.

@Machine Sprite: Alright, they've already had their accident, no need to try now. See if you can hack that closest bike for me, get it started and give me control of it.

[Sketchies]

The sight of a taking fur ball did make Joku raise one blue eyebrow a bit. Clearly, he wasn't a huge threat. However, the large gang of bikers, in all their now burning glory, were still armed. On the other hand, she had no idea why a bunch of thugs would be interested in the fluffy thing. She wished her sword were closer than her distantly parked car and took a few steps closer towards the bikers.

"You!" she barked at the closest standing bikers. "Drop the guns! Now!"

[mrdrosselmeier]

Tzebua's tiny, thick fingers pull at a thin chain that runs from his belt to the left breast pocket of his fireproof tuxedo. At it's end dangles a single gold tooth. Gripping it tightly in one furred hand, he begins focusing all of his animosity on the bikers. Growling, teeth bared and hackles rising, his face contorts from comedic fluffy cuteness to pure animal brutality as he wills the burning trash, refuse, and debris amongst the bikers to rise and begin whipping through the air, obscuring their vision with fire and motion as crackling embers and broken beer bottles careen past or into them. Reflections of the flames dance in his over-sized eyes. Pointing one stubby arm at his foes and clenching the dumpy fingers there upon his hand into fist, he roars.

Or, at least he gives his best effort at roaring. The sound emitted by his small form is more of a low "Wooooo-rOOOO-woooo-rOOO!" with a few cracks in it thus giving it the general din of a pubescent boy calling out while poorly pretending to be a ghost than of a beast sounding off its rage toward an aggressor.

His head begins to ache dimly from the strain of the spell.

[taeksosin]

{Saturday, Sept. 21, 2072/3:15:10 AM} Map


Knuckles would have been right at home in the Wild Wild West. A quick draw and a boom later, and his chosen target is on the ground with a spurting hole in his chest. He's not quite done yet though, and he stands up with his shotgun pointing shakily at the tusker while he yells at the man standing next to him to get him. This is all well and fine, until some pointy eared slitch's voice rolls over him and tells him to drop his gun. For the chance to hear the voice tell him what to do again, he complies. With thoughts of beauty and light in his brain, the whirling storm of shrapnel and flaming debris is an unpleasant awakening. Cursing, he stumbles out of the cloud and drops down behind one of the cars. He yells at his compatriots to geek the mojo while he starts looking at something to steal and drive off in.

The man beside him also listens to the voice, and is stung by the whirling debris. Instead of afraid, this one charges Knuckles with a length of chain and swings hard.

The guys that blew past the party initially finish wheeling around and dismount. Listening to the boss, they take cover behind a few of the vehicles in the parking lot and get ready to unleash a storm of lead.

Another one of the bikers that heard the voice drops his light pistol, then fumbles around in his vest and proceeds to drop a Saturday Night Special as well. The stinging cloud of debris snaps him out of his reverie, and he looks around for a second before also stumbling out of the cloud towards one of his fellows' bike.

The other two bikers that're still standing take one look at the furry freak that made the cloud o' pain, one yells something about keeping the genepool clean not being worth going up against mojo, and take off on their bikes.

[Nikoli]

{Saturday, Sept. 21, 2072/3:15:10 AM}

Flexing his head to one side, Knuckles elicits a muffled 'thrunk' from his neck to loosen it up, tucking the pistol back into it's holster and regaining his double grip on the bat then moving forward to intercept the chain wielding jack-ass.

[taeksosin]

Apparently, flexing does a body good. The chain wielding jack-ass belts Knuckles solidly across the chest with his length of chain. Unfortunately, the man hadn't expected to come across anyone wearing anything that could honestly be called armor. The blow just bounces off, and a slightly panicked expression starts to steal its way into the man's eyes.

[Sketchies]

{Saturday, Sept. 21, 2072/3:15:15 AM}

Gripping the ceramic knife tightly, she dashed towards the chain-wielding thug. She aimed the blade at a hopefully soft target and stabbed hard.

[Jronski]

{Saturday, Sept. 21, 2072/3:15:15 AM}

A smile comes across Rakki's face as he watches the fight unfold. His eyes fix on Tzebua, his smile turns to astonishment as he studies Tzebua. Eyes wide, mouth open in awe, Rakki's mind begins to race.

[Japanese] Is that a Kitsune... It must be it has powers! A Kitsune! So cool!

Rakki's excitement begins to get the best of him as he sees Tzebua levitate the debris.
"Kitsune!" Rakki exclaims with childlike excitement, and possibly blows the advantage he had of being hidden by his chameleon suit.

[taeksosin]

{Saturday, Sept. 21, 2072/3:15:20 AM}
Redmond, Abandoned Warehouse Map

The humanis goon grins at Joku as he swings his arm up and parries her knife with his chain wrapped arm. "Try again, slitch!" he yells at the elf.

[pbangarth]

{Saturday, Sept. 21, 2072/3:15:20 AM}

It doesn't take much effort to figure out what is going on out here. Human things are beating on metahuman things. Willie figures it's time to beat back. There's a smorgasbord of pinkies to shoot at, but one at the corner of the road and the entrance to the warehouse stands out as needing special attention.

Willie takes a moment to get him lined up, focusing his eyes to zoom in on the loser, and lets loose a burst from his AK. The vibration feels good.