Burnt Magna Open Ic, Cool your feet, have a drink. Options

[Shadow]

The steak doesn't take long to arrive, the outside charred black by flame. Scale nods his thanks to the man before picking up his steak and beer and finding a table next to the dart table. Every time Van scores Scale lets out a snort of laughter. Seemingly in his way cheering for the girl. His beer doesn't last long and he orders another.

"This night isn't turning out too bad after all," he says aloud.

[lodestar]

"You mean today?" T.J. smiles and wags a finger at the dwarf. "That I no tell. But I grow up someplace near Montreal." He takes another drink, the beer will have to last a while. "And yourself friend dwarf?"

[Shadowrunner13]

"I'm nothing special. Grew up in Detroit, though my family hails from what was Southern Mexico, just outside of Oaxaca."
Richard dismissively waved. "My history isn't overly interesting."
Taking another swallow of his beer, Richard pulled himself up onto one of the stools and rested his cane on the edge of the bar.
"So, you are in the freight industry, yes?"

[Shadow]

The conversations between people in the bar makes Scale think back to a time before, a time when he surrounded himself with friends.

Nock it off Wyrm, I know, I know. I miss her to. helluva time to be thinking about her.

Scale stands up and walks to the head of the bar, reaching into his pockets he digs out a wad of crumpled nuyen and dumps in on the bar. He then rings the bell that has been in every bar for the last 200 years.

"I'm feeling social tonight people, take advantage of it."

[grendel]

Grendel took the darts from Van, the bulk of his body shielding her from view for a moment.

"I think he likes you."

Van coughs in sudden surprise, her eyes seeking the bar.

"Oh please, he's old...well, he is kinda cute. Think he has any money?"

"Not if he's hanging around this place. Why, were you planning on trying to give him a heart attack?" Grendel glanced back over his shoulder before returning his concentration to the game.

"Maaaaaaaaybe." Van smiled wickedly.

"Slut."

"Oh, I love it when you talk dirty."

[Shadow]

After finishing his last drink, Scale takes on look around to the gathered people, smiles politely at Van, and then heads out into the darkness. Standing outside the rain falling on him, soaking through his clothes he smiles for a moment. Takes in a deep breath, and starts walking away.

[lodestar]

T.J. Pauses in the conversation with the dwarf to watch the old man's intereaction with the couple. Another man's woman was always trouble, but this was a trouble of a different kind in a place like this. Suddenly he became painfully aware of the weight in his right pocket as there was tension in the air thick to cut with a knife. Then as it coalesced, it evaporated. T.J. watched with a nod to the old man as he passed out into the rain, and T.J. pushed the thought of jumping behind the bar for cover out of his mind. He hated using the gun, he wasn't very good with it and it wasn't his style. It was difficult unwinding riding the endless wakefulness of the caffiene pills. He turns his attention back to the dwarf. "You might be say that."

"And you? You be an long way from Detroit, This would not be first place I pick if I were tourist types." then with a wink he adds" Driving Peugeot especially."

[Shadowrunner13]

"I've been out of Detroit for a while now," Richard said. "I came here looking for work and I figured Seattle would be the perfect place."
He took another sip of his beer before realizing, he should probably explain further for his statement to make much sense.
"I'm a coroner and there's no shortage of work in my field, in this city. Doesn't stop Lone Star from outsourcing some forensics stuff to me though. Mostly magic related deaths...I guess they must have a shortage of magicians in their forensics lab. Just wish they'd pay me for it...Bastardos baratos..." Richard muttered as he raised his glass to his lips again.

<OOC: I never learned Spanish and I'm using free online translations. My apologies to fluent Spanish speakers for any travesties I might perform on the language. :)>

[grendel]

Grendel cocked his head to the side, holding his throw for a moment. It was the only outside indication that his headware was active. Van recognized it instantly, misreading the tension in his frame as a warning from his network. Her hands went to the weapons concealed beneath her coat on the chair, eyes and ears accessing the full spectrum they were capable of. When Grendel continued the game, she relaxed minutely, pitching her voice to carrry no further than him.

"What's up?"

"Nothing important, just a bellringer from Zoe that she might have something for me. I'll have to head out after this game, though. Can I give you a lift somewhere?" The tall elf handed her the darts, his expression unreadable.

"Sure, I'll roll with you." Van toed the line, her body still burning with adrenaline. It didn't keep her from closing out bulls, putting her up by twenty to win the game. Grendel shook his head. She smiled, slipping the long coat over her shoulders again. Pausing by the front door, Van glanced back at the elf, reading his slight nod as an all clear signal. She knew he would have checked the network feeds, making sure no one was prepping a surprise for them as they exited the bar. Together they slid out into the rain, disappearing into the shadows.

[Shadow]

Pulse stepps through the doorway, shaking the rain off his floor length blackleather coat. The flaps opening momentarily revealing a Manhunter at his hip. "Oi! It's raining out there mates. Good thing fer me I found this pub." The somewhat loud elf walks over to the bar, sitting down next to the two patrons that are already there.

"Barkeep, a pint of liquid-gold 'n' some fries 'k." Pulse reaches behind him and pulls his long black hair into a tight pony tail revealing hi pointed ears.

"G'day mates, what brings you out 'n' weather like this, crikey, it ain't fit for man nor beast out there." While talking he gestures wildly with his hands. Pointing at the door, the bar, the dwarf.

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[Shockwave_IIc]

Pulling over to the side of the road letting the engine die before pulling out the keys. Issy sits in the for a moment before a growel in her stomach reminds why she stopped. Sighing she reaches across and grabs her bag from the passenger seat.

Five seconds Issy she say's to herself as she checks for traffic.
"3, 2, 1,...."

Slamming through the door of the bar Issy stands there for a second, looking at the water dripping off her 6' frame and running down her bare arms and legs she realise's what a state she must look in her football (soccer) stripe.

" Washroom?" She asks, looking up at the barkeep

Heading past the dartsboard she dissappears, only to reappear 7 minutes later looking dry and wearing tight jeans with a loose white jumper and her blond hair tied behind her head and ears.

Walking up to the bar she puts her bag down, and after a quick glance at what passes as the menu board, she gets the barkeeps attentsion.
"Large bowl of fries and something non alcoholic with sugar" In good clear (but accented) English.

Reaching down to her bag she pulls out a cred stick and book 1.5" thick on something to do about "Sec..... ....dbook" Opens it to a marked page and begins reading.

Looking up as her fries arrive, she spots whats she looking for by the Elf (Pulse). Leaning forward to get his attension "Excuse me sir, could you pass me the sauce's please? Thank you" With a smile that doesn't quite look right.

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[Shadow]

"Oi," Pulse exclaims as the tall blond walks past him, when she enter the bathroom he turns to the two beside him, "she's a sturdy lookin' sheila eh," he takes a swig of his beer, and dabs a few fries. When she comes back out and asks for the sauce, "G'day, your a spiffy lookin conch are yeah? Have a name, mines Pulse," he says and holds out his hand.

[Shockwave_IIc]

Looking somewhat confused "Issy, Erm whats conch mean?" Offering her hand in return after wiping it on a napkin.

[Shadow]

Pulse grins a scoundrels smile when asked, "it means sophisticated, smart, intelligent. Me, I am an ocker, no book sens et all. Just me and my kelpie to get through life, a poor lass, she was a good bitzer." The strang utterances of words flow from his mouth not stop as he speaks. He turns and downs the last of his beer, "oi bartender, 'nother pint." turning back to Issy, "so what brings you out on a doom and gloom like this?"

[Shadowrunner13]

Richard looks over at the boisterous Aussie and is about to address him when Issy walks in. As Pulse's attention is drawn to the woman, any attempt at conversation seems futile.
Silently, Richard tips up his glass and finishes off his beer.
When Issy returns, Richard listens to the pair's banter back and forth, trying his best to comprehend the elf's slang. After a while he laughs and shakes his head, giving up on trying understand the man.
Rapping his cane on the bartop, he smiles at the bartender. "I guess you'd better give me one more, but no more after that...I have to work tomorrow."

[lodestar]

"The same 'ere en?" T.J. turns to the dwarf. "That one I buy it for you."

He watches amused at the elf's banter with the mademoiselle, the more things change, the more they stay the same. There wasn't much more for him here, and he doubted that even another beer would let him catch some shut eye. There was that resigned feeling of having to pay the piper sometime.

"I should be getting back too, before I stay here until next Tuesday. The sleep she come down like hammer."

He smiles as the last beer for the night arrives and raises it to the dwarf. "To stayin busy, en?"

[Shockwave_IIc]

Going slightly red in the face "Thank you! but Doom and gloom???" In fluent german "Trauriges Englisch ist nicht meine erste Sprache. Your words are strange"
Then her eyes widen as she realise's what you meant.

"Oh! you mean the weather no?" Her face going a little redder. Closing up her book after marking the page, you get to see the full title Security Handbook, Design and Applications, Vol 3- Physical sercurity "I finnish at the.. University? early, I like to drive, so i thought i would look at some of the place's that my teacher mentioned and this is one, No?" at this point she shows you a piece of paper with 3-4 names of places that are runner haunts.

"So here i am. I was hungery as well so i hoped i could get some food." As she finnishes she pick up another fry and eats it.

[Shadow]

"Oi girl, then you need some real food, not chips. Bartender," he says turning to the man behind the bat, "to bucks, bloody, and 2 pints for the sheila and me." He turns back a self satisfying smile, "I gather your not from around here girl, neither am I, well any port in a storm, soka?"

Pulse stands up sweeping up Issy's book, fries and drink and heading toward a back table. "More cozy then the bar and we wont look like bludger."

Pulse puts the drinks and food on the table, shruggin his shoulders his Ulysses great coat and tossing it onto the far side. The elf's is in incredible shape, with several leather straps ending in pistols, wrapped around his waist, shoulders, and hip.

"Never can be to careful," he slides into the booth, picking up the book and turning to the bookmarked page, "Oi, physical security, you looking at be'n a wheel dog?"

[Shockwave_IIc]

Sitting there stunned as she's left holding a fry just about to drip with mayo. She quickly eats the fry, and grabs her bag and head to the booth with pulse.

"No, i am not from around here. My parents sent me to Seattle because the are wanting me to be a doctor just like them. But medical things are just so not fun. no?"

- Berating herself, Be carefull Issy, you don't even know him

Seeming confused at pulse's question about the book she take a second or 2 before she answers somewhat unsure "I am wanting to get top marks for my test and.... Doing it? is better than just reading books no?"

Leaning a little closer she quitley say's " Are you aloud to have that many guns in this country?"

[Shadowrunner13]

Richard scooped up his pint and raised it in a mirrored gesture of T.J.'s.
"To keeping busy."
Richard knocked back a third of his pint before taking a breath.
"Good luck with your hauling. Hopefully, business stays fruitful for you. Oh, and if you ever need a dose of Long Haul to keep you up for those long trips, stop by the 7th street morgue where I work. I'm legally allowed to write up prescriptions... didn't always work on the dead, though for the most part, the dead are preferable patients." Richard said with a smirk and a wink.

[Shadow]

"What, here, in the land 'o' the free 'n' the home 'o' the brave," he snorts, "not when you have enough cred I say. Guns are what I do. So I pay to make sure the coppers don't have to bother me." The food arrives, the steaks are well cooked and smell delicious, Pulse dives into his slicing it up in small chunks, and then eating them one at a time. Each one is followed by a long pull from the pint of beer. "Blog in, you need to keep up your health for all that studying you do. And who knows you might get a chance at the real thing. What exactly is it that you want to do Issy?"

[Shockwave_IIc]

Pausing as she thinks about the question. " I am wanting to get first hand.. knowledge? of how place security works. So when i pass my tests i know what it like from both sides?" Starting to eat her food slowly, you notice that something is playing in her mind. Finnishing her mouth full she continues.

"I have been studing for 2 years now, (This you find a bit surprising since issy looks no older than 21) and i think that to learn more I need to... test what i have learnt? You understand yes? So i is wanting to join a..... " pausing to think "I am sorry what would be the right word?" Taking another mouth full and washing it down with more coke.

"What is that saying that the english have? Actions speak louder than words?"

[Shadow]

"Wello. wello, wello, your looking for job it is eh? Well I think you came to the right place. A friend 'o' mine says that a bloke will be in here soon looking for runners to do less than legal work. All we have to do is sit and wait. Had I known the company would be so grand, I would have been here hours ago." Pulse shifts in his seat, a sincere smile on his face as he finishes of his steak. "Of course, it could be a few days before he shows. So, how long you been in the states?"

[Shockwave_IIc]

Again finnishing her food before speaking "I've not lived here that long, only 2 months. I came to start my course at the end of the summer"

After eating some more food she continues " So what about you? Is Pulse is that a.. your real name?

[lodestar]

OOC: Pulse shits in his seat? I hope that's a typo or some aussie slang I'm not familiar with. ;)