Hungry Guys (IC) Options

[Nikoli]

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

"Guess again fragger!"

Knuckles tightens his grip and tries to hit through the goon with the bat, following through and swiveling his hips like his dad taught him. The hit doesn't feel altogether solid, but it's the best he can manage at the moment.

[taeksosin]

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

The Humanis goon that Willie targeted is an unfortunate soul. He'd decided to pop his head up and line up a shot on the elf when three rounds were introduced to his chest. The first was slightly deflected by the armor vest he wore, but the second and third punched straight through and out the back of his body. He falls to the ground with a rather satisfying death gurgle as his lungs start filling with blood. Willie 1, Humanis 0.

Knuckles, on the other hand, isn't quite as lucky. The burly ork takes a solid swing at the chain wielding human, and whatever dark gods the Humanis must sacrifice ork children to smile on him again as he just manages to get his chain wrapped arm up and in the way of the bat. He throws a grin at Knuckles and says, "Best you got Tusker? Lemme show you how a real man does it!"

[Sketchies]

{Saturday, Sept. 21, 2072/3:25 AM}
Redmond, Abandoned Warehouse

Joku's mouth twitched for a brief second in disappointment that her blow had been diverted in such a manner. With a quick move, readjusted her grip on the knife. This time, she was more determined to end this particular threat.

"Call me a 'slitch' again," she muttered darkly.

[mrdrosselmeier]

Rakki tries to subdue his own naturally boisterous excitement so that he doesn't lose his advantage of stealth. Having cruised through the dispersing crowd, he attempts to position himself behind the Humanis goon that's fighting with an elf. Readying his weapon, he rapidly considers a slew of potential derogatory remarks and battle cries to yell at the man once he starts swinging.

Banzai, shirimei, maybe? Something about the pointy eared one not being able to make a point as I can? This concert was such a low brow bust, I'm hoping this'll provide a superior level of recreational distraction. Otherwise it's back to drinking with my new friend. And a kitsune! Ah, ganbare kitsune!

Of course, whatever he actually yells outside of his native tongue during his attack will only be linguistically articulate to him. Head bobbing to the music blaring in his earbuds as his grip tightens on his axe's length all the while sporting a huge grin spread wide beneath his chameleon suit, he inhales with practiced control preparing for the explosive, power giving kiai that would accompany the arcing swipe soon to be heading (or even just beheading) toward his chosen foe.

[pbangarth]

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

Willie grins broadly as the goon he just shot deflates and falls to the ground. One down. Look at Bluebell, gettin' all sneaky behind that other guy. Surprise, little round ear! No point swingin' my gun that way. But, hey! There's more over to the left! He begins lining up the closest of the three goons off to the left.

[phlapjack77]

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

Seeing the gang leader hunkered down behind cover, letting his gang take the heat while he hid in safety...this pissed MM off almost more than the fact of the gang being Humanis.

Dreks about to get real

MM ran at the gang leader, building up momentum behind his swing to deliver a massive overhead swing of his stun staff.

[mrdrosselmeier]

{Wednesday, 8/15/12, 10:12 PM}
Redmond, Abandoned Warehouse

Tzebua releases his hold over the objects he's swirling about in the air as his pursuers turned prey fall and scatter amidst some of the crowds attacks. Switching to a more direct and targeted assault that will not as easily harm his sudden comrades in arms, he turns his attention to one of the fleeing speciophobes. Deep furrows form in his snout as he focuses all his animosity and fear upon him, angrily working to will the man into flames. In his mind, he visualized what it would look like as the man's hope of egress turned to the horror of of immolation. A wicked smile plays across his face.

This is so much better than entertaining brats for a living.

He winces as pain shoots through his head from the effort of the attack. His nose dribbles a drop of blood, but he pays it no mind.

[taeksosin]

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

The ganger fighting Joku and Knuckles drops as he tries to run and assist his boss. A bat to the ribs and a knife in the side will do that to a guy. The leader is completely blindsided by MM, and takes a good zap from his staff that leaves him moaning on the ground and from the stench, with empty bowels.

The rest of the gang, looking at the damage Willie managed with his AK, turn tail and run to their bikes. They mount up, quickly, and take off into the night yelling curses and threats of revenge.

The gang leader isn't going to be moving for a few minutes at least, probably longer before he's going to be fully coherent. A couple of cute ork chicas in the crowd swarm around Knuckles and Willie, oohing and aahing over the firsts physical prowess and the second's dangerous looking gun and the skills behind it. Looks like trouble's averted for the night.

[pbangarth]

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

Willie whoops in exultation. He holds the AK above his head in one hand and wraps the other arm around the sweet young thing beside him. Pulling her close, he plants a great, big kiss on her lips, smiling broadly at the rare ease with which a woman appeared on his arm. Breeder scum can come calling every day, as far as I'm concerned!

[phlapjack77]

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

While the gang leader was incapacitated, MM quickly bent down to loot the body, having shrunk his stun staff with a quick mental command and then stowed it away again.

After picking what he could off of the spazzed leader, MM stayed at a crouch to survey the scene. He wasn't sure he was ready to move just yet, with all of the heavy hitting he'd seen going on. And his chop shop buds from the concert hadn't shown themselves yet either. Maybe a quick message before leaving...

@Bert et al:Heading out - watch yourselves. Humanis's taken care of but there're other heavy players still around - dunno if they're safe or not. Maybe they're from the Grid, not sure yet...

[mrdrosselmeier]

{Tuesday, Aug. 28, 2012, 4:10 PM}
Redmond/ Abandoned Warehouse

Satisfied with the state of the ganger he torched, Tzebua wipes the blood from his snout and looks around apprehensively to see if things have truly settled down. Seeing that they have, he approaches, with a nervousness uncharacteristic of someone who had just committed to combat as he had, those who had assisted in the fight. Adjusting his bow tie and giving a weak smile that is oddly accentuated by his thick, brutal looking teeth, he walks up and waves to the orc and elf who took some of the gangers and attempts to introduce himself.

Gotta try and seem with it.

"H-hey, thanks for the help. You can call me, uh, Stumbles. If you guys'd like, I know some people who'd pay for the meat we've left lying around here. We'd split the proceeds of c-course. We'd need some transportation for the giblets though. Anyone interested?"

The grin he gives is anxious but sincere albeit possibly disturbing due to his tuxedo wearing plush doll appearance. He begins counting the bodies, intending to pile them up and cast a spell of preservation on them if his new acquaintances agree to his potentially profitable suggestion. Looking at the fragger he smoked he says, "I'm gonna go collect a souvenir. Think it over and lemme know what you guys'd like to do. I think a couple others helped off these guys as well."

He casually wobbles over to the burnt corpse of his victim and calmly begins stomping its face in to get easy access to a toothy momento of the occasion. Succeeding, he holds up the tooth and smiles to himself before pocketing it. Moving back to the gathering of accomplices, he asks, "Well, you guys know whatcha wanna do?"

[Jronski]

Redmond/ Abandoned Warehouse

Rakki removes his hood as the fight calms down, his attention turns to Tzebua.

"Kitsune! Oh mighty Kitsune! By drink for you! Yes? we party tonight! Yes, Yes!"

Rakki insists that Tzebua come and party with him. Once he extends an invite to Tzebua, who he thinks is a kitsune, he approaches Willie.

"'ey! I still owe drink for you! we still party yes?! You not bad move!"

Rakki looks at the others who were in the fight. With a big blue smile and a twinkle in his glowing red eyes he says,

"I buy all drink! We party! name's Rakki! Nice meet all!"

Be it adrenaline or just the fact Rakki can never focus, he turns his attention back to Willie

"Oh! big big Gun! You party right? Always party after fight!"

Rakki begins to dance to the music in his ear buds. His chameleon suit now turns into a light show as he rocks out to the music.

[pbangarth]

{Tuesday, Aug. 28, 2012, 4:10 PM}
Redmond/ Abandoned Warehouse

Willie grins again, hugely. "Party and drink after fighting?? Bluebell, I love you!" He claps the big guy on the back, pulls the babe closer, and checks out the entrance to the hall. "Maybe someplace else, though, huh?"

[taeksosin]

A quarter mile or so down the street, there's a dingy looking building with a fairly steady stream of folks going in and staggering out. An ARO points out that it's The Filthy Felon Speakeasy. Looks like tonights act is a mixed-meta jazz quartet.

[mrdrosselmeier]

Tzebua's red eyes widen as he looks up at the boisterous large blue... something... with a mixture of confusion and embarrassment. Despite initial anxiousness, he appreciates that anyone would not only be impressed with his magic but invite him out for drinks. He looks at the bodies, a large pile of harvestable money waiting to happen, and then back at the gathering group of others who'd together made the corpses as lifeless as they are.

Making friend is better than making a buck I guess.

"Well, if nobody's interested in taking the bodies to a ghoul, uh, reseller, I'd be glad to come along."

[Jronski]

Rakki looks at Willie slightly confused.

{Japanese} Did he just say he loves my blue balls?

Rakki smiles wide at Willie hoping not to offend him,
"Is kay, I no roll way of gay, but am flattered."

Rakki spots The Filthy Felon Speak Easy. His Chemeleon armor still changing colors as he bobs his head to the beat bumping in his earbuds.

"To the Club!"

Rakki nods to the group and points to The Filthy Felon Speakeasy.

[pbangarth]

Willie looks at Rakki, slightly confused. "Chummer, see the babe in my arms? Figure it out!" Then, "Yeah! To the club!!" A squeeze and a kiss, and "Babe, let's have a good time tonight, on me!"

[Sketchies]

Joku raised an eyebrow at the fawning orc females. Instinctively, she started cleaning the knife before realizing it wasn't her personal one. She took a moment to at least clean off her fingerprints and drop it and the club back in the box. She did catch the comment about the ghoul run, but tact told her to ignore it. The two quickly bonding males were interesting to watch, but it was the furball that interested her more. Someone that small and that fuzzy shouldn't attract the attention of biker thugs. She slipped out of sight for a moment and towards her nearby car.

Her com buzzed to life.

Gochi, how much longer is my shift at this gig? she asked.

Good evening to you too! I was napping... came Gochi's grumbling voice. Let me check...

I'm sorry I woke you up. It was never a good idea to make Gochi too cranky.

Why are you asking me anyways? You should know your own schedule.

I just saw something very... unusual. I'd like to have time to check it out.

Mmm hmm... Yes I can see where this is leading... you need me to fake a time card again? That's twice this month you owe me.

She pulled her blade out carefully before relocking her trunk. She paused a moment.

I'll bring you Pocky.

The real stuff, not synthetic, and you've got a deal! At least he sounded more chipper.

Deal.

There was something resembling a "SQUEEEE!" on the other side of the com before she turned it off.

Properly armed, she headed back to the group to see if they'd managed any more trouble in her brief absence.

[taeksosin]

Nikoli grumps at bit at Joku heading off early before the crowd has fully cleared, but he waves her free and turns back to his underlings to finish chivvying the crowd out so he can lock the place up for the night.

The lot of you (sans MM unless he decides otherwise) head over to the Filthy Felon. Inside is a mix of metahumanity similar to what was at the concert, perhaps with a few more elves and humans in the place. Up on a low stage, more of a large raised platform, is a band consisting of a troll on tenor sax, a dwarf on a trombone, an elf playing an acoustic bass, and a human on a set of drums. Off to the side is passed out dwarf with a commlink trailing wires from it to a set of microphones. Judging by the near studio quality music being created by the band, she's obviously a sound person of some variety that's fiddling with the music to enhance it that much more.

MM: In the Humanis goon's pockets, you find his commlink (encrypted and password protected), a credstick (balance of 47 nuyen), and a slightly used condom. Bert shoots back that he got the message and understands, and you're currently still in the parking lot with your bike off and one of the Scorpions under your control. The possessions and rest of the bikes are being picked over by the concert goers, and a few fights have already started to break out.

[mrdrosselmeier]

Tzebua timidly hauls himself up an empty bar stool and sits with his small feet kicking gently in the open air and his tail stump wagging slightly. Being relatively ignorant of party scenes but with his self confidence inflated by the success of the recent fight, he squeakily asks the bartender to give him something hard without really knowing what the request will result in.

[pbangarth]

Heading towards the bar, Willie slows on occasion to get a kiss from the babe on his arm. "They call me Willie. What's your name, sweetheart?"

"Rosa." She looks ahead to the others, then up into Willie's eyes. A decision is made. "Listen, I got a problem at home. There's a couple of goons that have been roughin' up a couple of stores, including my dad's. You know, protection money. I saw what you did back there, and maybe you could convince them to leave us alone. I sure would be... grateful if you could help." She hugs him a little tighter.

Willie stops, and looks up ahead at the blue giant. "Aw, Bluebell, I think this coulda been the start of a beautiful friendship." He looks at Rosa. "Why don't we head to your place to ...plan ... yeah, plan our next move."

She smiles. "OK." They turn a corner and disappear into the darkness.

[Sketchies]

She ordered one cheap drink off the menu so as to not appear any more conspicuous than her blue hair afforded her. Raising her eyebrow as Willie walked off, she nudged the drinking fur ball and dwarf.

Do we follow him? she asked over the com.

Something about meeting a desperate stranger at a bar always made her a tad suspicious, mostly because of the bad movie jokes on the topic. By her reckoning, the woman was either a con ending in Willie losing her gear, a con where she was paid to lose hers, or, by some rare happenstance, actually legit in her intentions. Either way, given the evening so far, Joku wasn't really sure what it could be. There was a small chance that should could actually decrease the thug population in the world, and that was worth the bit of extra effort.

[mrdrosselmeier]

Tzebua's sensitive nose wrinkles as he watches Willie leave with a girl. In response to the elf's inquiry, he states, with a bluntness that is odd to hear from so small a voice, "By the smell of things, I don't think you wanna follow them unless you plan on putting something in somebody or having somebody put something in you. Like, at the pelvic level." With that, he takes too big of a swig of whatever the bartender handed him. Not much of a drinker, he promptly chokes midburn causing cheap synthetic liquor to shoot out of his snout painfully. Wiping his face with a hanky he pulls from his jacket, he winces and blows his nose, his eyes watering profusely as alcohol sprays weakly from his nostrils and into the cloth.