IC New Beginnings DAWN Options

[pbangarth]

A slight look of disappointment crosses Torley's face. "Yeah, I suppose there will be all kinds of magical observation going on. I guess I will just have to rely on my charm and my wit!" His demeanour brightens again.

"Alright. Let's get ready for a party. They will be serving refreshments at the auction, I presume?"

[Necrogigas]

O'Connor put his hand on Little Buddy's shoulder. He adjusted his stance to place himself at eye level with the imp, "Glad to have you on board. That said, when you're on a team there's rules you have to play by. You have to listen to instructions, and you have to run your actions by us beforehand. Can you do that?"

[farothel]

Having Torley inside made some sense, although he wasn't really a bodyguard.
"Okay," Sammy said, "me and O'Connor and our new people will stay below with all the other bodyguards of the other bidders. We'll try to get a feel of their abilities, as I'm sure they will be doing with us. And as soon as we're back to something resembling normality, or as much as you can have here, I have to go shopping for some extra spells."

[Crossbow]

LBD listens carefully to what O'Conner tells him, he even nodded a bit at times. When the runner finished, he matched O'Conner with a hand on his shoulder, "No." Then he disappeared.

[Necrogigas]

O'Connor laughed uproariously, "Well, at least he was honest about it. I think I'm actually going to miss the little guy."

[farothel]

"Let me get another spirit on standby before we leave," Sammy said. She tried to call one, but for some reason it didn't work.
"Damn stupid astral garbage in this fracking country," she grumbled as she tried again, but this time one did answer, although she knew she couldn't call on it for a lot of things. She told it to stay in the astral for now to be called when needed.

[ Spoiler ]

call force 5 fire spirit
call spirit: 8d6t5 2
spirit resist
spirit resist: 5d6t5 2
drain resist (drain 4)
drain: 8d6t5 4

second attempt, call force 5 fire spirit
call spirit: 8d6t5 4
spirit resist
spirit resist: 5d6t5 3
drain resist (drain 6)
drain: 8d6t5 4

2 stun (should be gone by the time we're there).

[pbangarth]

Torley strokes his chin. "You figure you're rid of the little guy, O'Connor?"

[Necrogigas]

O'Connor shrugged, "Maybe he'll pop in every now and again if he's bored. I doubt he's sticking around for some long term prank. He strikes me as the ADHD type."

[pbangarth]

Torley laughs. "Sorta like me, huh?"

[Crossbow]

The auction seems like it’s in a different world from the rest of the city. Hardwood floors glow under dozens of crystal lights. In one corner, a string quartet plays a soft melody. A buffet of elegant aperitifs is set out along one side, and waiters circulate through the crowd, offering crystal flutes of champagne to the guests.

AR is fully enabled here, and a full list of the items for bid is displayed. Messages flow fast and furious between the bidders as collectors make backroom deals. After a week of the rather barren AR landscape of Lagos, being inside this room feels almost like being back in civilization—well, civilization minus the spam, but even that feels like home in certain places.

Torley sees Englebrecht, accompanied by one of the heavies, working the room. He notes Torley's proximity to Jane (or is it Frosty now?) and takes it as an opportunity to approach the face. "So Samuel, are you still playing the fool or are you actually so far out of the loop that you didn't know that you were working for one of of those self-important dandelion eaters from Oregon?" His accent and the use of Tir Tairngire's old name almost makes Torley miss his meaning.

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Down on the garage level, O'Conner also sees several old 'friends', the younger Englebrecht and two of his buddies from the other night on VI as well as the heavy who was their man at the hotel, they have a few more rough looking humans with them, probably local talent.

Each of the bidders' entourage have their own place on the parking structure floor, with clear delineation between them. Your group looks absolutely anemic by comparison to the other groups, even with Lil Homie staring daggers, his over-sized AK at the ready.


The elevator in use has a full dozen of the Oni's Honor Guard with magical support guarding it against any attempts at stupidity.

[farothel]

In the garage Sammy opens her second sight to have a look at the others, trying to figure out who has magical talent and who has cyber implants. It's always good to know your opponents, if opponents they turn out to be.

assensing: 6d6t5 2

[pbangarth]

Torley visibly enjoys the appetizer he nibbles, taking his time to answer. With every gram of skill he has, he artfully arranges his body to project disdain for Englebrecht. finished his treat, Torley responds, "You can play your own fool if you like, pretending you have some higher purpose than others here. I do my job. Too bad for you you made the mistake of hiring lesser talent than I. " He tosses a glance at the heavy with Englebrecht.

With a wave of his wrist, he turns his back on Englebrecht and sashays back to the table of goodies, then studiously deciding what tasty treat to eat next. That'll stick in their craws.

[Necrogigas]

O'Connor scanned the garage for holes in the security layout. He really wanted to slash Englebrecht's tires if he could get away with it. One lesson from his mother that he actual took to heart was; Never pass up an opportunity to be petty. He also hoped that when a fight did break out, he got to kill the smug prick muscle. The bitch ass nepo-baby's death would be fun, but probably not worth the hassle of Daddy Douchebag's retaliation.

[ Spoiler ]

Perception: 8d6t5 3

[Crossbow]

The setup in the garage is simple, but effective. Distance. The security guarding the elevator separated each of the groups using the garage by a dozen meters or more, but all are in easy sightline of the elevator. Any activity outside the vehicles quickly gets attention from the Honor Guard.

On the astral there is a spirit in the middle that is watching for any magical activity. Starlet sees her 'fan' from Yoruba is the magical support, but the set of his jaw when they met eyes says he is all business today. Beyond that though, there is little in the way of magical talent among the security. One group, the Apep Consortium, is the only one with a magician with them, a green young wizard who has the hard look of every Corporate Combat Mage ever seen on trid. In fact, the entire team looks like they were pulled straight out of the Corp Wars in Bogata, they are also the largest group, a car and 8 Rapiers that still have the marks of the Combat Bike team they were purchased from.

Viktor Engelbrecht notices the runners and after a minute of hard staring recognizes them, he exchanges some words with the Muscle, who looks put upon and somewhat embarassed, but nods and starts walking towards your group hands up and unarmed. He is quickly stopped by three of the Honor Guard, but after a word is allowed to continue his approach with the three accompanying him. They stop about 3 meters away and the Muscle motions for O'Conner to come over.

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Upstairs, Englebrecht follows Torley to the table, "No, my friend, what is 'too bad' is your choice to work for, and with animals, instead of your own kind. Tell your master to stay out of my way, the Map WILL be mine, one way or another." Having delivered his message, he looks down his nose at the cuisine. "Disgusting." he declares as he moves off.

[Necrogigas]

O'Connor gave Engelbrecht the Younger an annoyed glare, but decided to play ball. He disarmed and approached the muscle, "Anything of substance to say? Or are you just here to parrot some dumb drek for your boss' oversized cum stain back there?"

[pbangarth]

Torley neither looks at Englebrecht nor responds directly to his barbs. As Englebrecht turns to go, Torley mentions to another person at the table, "Nice to see such a spread. Clearly they expected a refined clientele here at the auction."

[Crossbow]

"Both actually, Viktor say to tell you even though you have found a prettier one, guttertrash is guttertrash. Also,..." the goon pulls a folded piece of hardcopy from a pocket, "...The White Vory are good friends to have, even with their questionable recruiting. With this delivery, unopened, they now owe me a favor." he hands off the note to the security who brings it to O'Conner and returns to his group.

"Please tell C that I will see him soon, either in Seattle or elsewhere when I send for him. Also, tell him to find the hidden compartment in the left end of the mantle and give you the bottle from it. You are a good man O'Conner, whether you believe it or not, and a good man deserves to know what good vodka is. Поднимите тост за нашу дружбу!"

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The dwarf Torley is speaking to snorts in laughter quite loudly, then takes a bite of something he just put on his plate. He nods appreciatively and seems about to say something to the Face when an annoucement interrupts.

"Ladies, gentlemen and otherwise, the auction is about to begin, please take your seats."

Rows of comfortable chairs have been set up facing a podium and small stage. As the quartet finishes their last song, the wealthy crowd makes their way to their seats. There are seats for everyone, which means you each have a great view.

As the first item is brought out, a human male in a tuxedo steps up to the podium. “I’d like to welcome each of you to Oni Adegoke’s auction. Our first item of the night is a Ceremonial Xhosa headdress made from Mujaji’s feathers. We’ll open the bidding at 250,000 nuyen …"

[pbangarth]

Torley assists his boss to a seat that allows them a view not only of the items for sale, but him a view of Englebrecht, perhaps even close behind, but to one side.

As they move to seat themselves, he speaks to her. "Let's sit over here, where you can still see the sales, and I can see Englebrecht. He has made it clear to me that he will compete for the item we want, in whatever way necessary. If you could take a moment, could you please find out if there is any surveillance that could perceive me using an adept skill to distract him?"

[Necrogigas]

A few rebuttals pass through O'Connor's mind, but refrained from vocalizing them. It felt like wasted effort. He returned to his section and rearmed. He read the letter from Snow, and then reread it several time. A grim expression settled on his face. He handed the note to Starlet, "Really round about way for Snow to contact me. Also reads like a final goodbye."

[farothel]

Sammy keeps silent for now, staying back a bit and keeping an eye on things down here.
<"Torley, can you put your video feed on so we can follow"> she texts to the 'bodyguard'.

[pbangarth]

Torley responds to Starlet's request and shares his video feed. <<Here you go. Our friend Englebrecht is here and being an alpha dick as usual. He promises, literally, to be a competitor and opponent.>>

[Necrogigas]

<"Junior is pulling the same drek down here, except he has to hide behind goons to talk smack. Real shining example of the master aryan race, that one.">

[Crossbow]

"Yes, there is magical security. I doubt that you would even have an effect on him now. Just keep your eyes open, hopefully we can out spend these folks and put hands on the map. I figure we get it to Bullet Storm and they won't have a chance, unless we come across a orphaned kitten or something." Jane grins and quickly continues, "That was a joke O'Conner, don't blow a gasket. A little levity before the last push."

[Necrogigas]

O'Connor ignored the joke <"If you win the auction, escaping the city is going to be dicey. Every true powerplayer seems to be gunning for that map at all costs. We're rather outnumbered down here, and that's only counting the onsite goons. I'm sure some of them have groups setting up ambush sites, kill boxes, and the like. Hell, it might make more sense to let someone else win the auction and not be the opening target of the murder-theft scramble.">

[farothel]

<"I think it's easier to get it ourselves, if we can of course, than trying to figure out what the others did with it. And there are tricks to hide stuff">
Sammy kept looking out for any trouble.