IC: SR4-First Run, Food Fight! Options

[netlich]

"I 'ear ya gal...See ya tonite den!"

Mark knew never to ignore the itch he would get in the back of his thick skull. He was probably alive because of that itch. He relaxed and flexed his muscles. Perhaps waitting till the night could be a wise move. He did have to ran some errants...

[Tzaz]

Its 0300 and I should be in a bar drinking i am standing here with Celia and talking on the commlink with Wang Chi when the phone goes dead. I quickly pull up the last know location of the commling. I turn to Celia and say"while talking to WC I heard gunfire and the phone went dead. Shall we go see what happened?"

[Cold-Dragon]

Celia arched an eyebrow to the little dwarf before her as he explained briefly what had happened to Wang Chi. Hush, he's not little, he's a dwarf. And what if you say that out loud?

Better still, what if she started talking to herself?

::There are worse ways to go in life than speaking to yourself you know.:: Said the serpent in her head. Celia mentally shushed it before something else happened.

Celia nodded and gave a small smile to her 'sizeable' source. "Since he's rather important to me right now, that would be prudent. Would you lead the way, Jack?"

(more physical character details as I progress in posts - I'm certainly not naked, for one)

[Tzaz]

Lumbering Jack Hitched up his pants, tightened his belt, adjusted his suspenders, and made sure his hard hat was in place. Jack picked up a duffle bag with Jailblazer , Portland Storm and Portland Fire logos and symbols on it He then called a cab which proceded to take them to the Stuffer shack. he kept mumbling to himself about what new Toxic mess had he got himself into?

[Cold-Dragon]

Celia wasn't quite so dressed for actual work, but then again, what sort of profession could a woman in a dress be in?

Well, a lot if considered. The dress was not plain; a grass green through and through. What made it fancy was a modest amount of frills, the additional layers that gave it more design than simple clothing at the waist, the shoulders, and on the sleeves. Jewelry was limited to a pendant and a ring, but no earrings. Further down at the feet, good, capable dress boots (not heels) blend in to the dress to not give away their more obvious intent of protecting the feet and actually letting her walk. All that was left was a purse, secured over the shoulder and resting at the opposite hip.

Beyond that, you have some the more womanly things that involve make up (which one will not go into detail for - she's not a clown!), and her blond hair kept short enough for it to hang down just below the head, but no further.

Not plain, no, but not horribly fancy either, and it's more of the way she walked to the taxi that implied her grace and potential than anything.

That, or maybe it was the spirit that hung around her neck, invisible to many, that was the trick to it all.

::What does that dwarf remind me of...something old, before things changed. It belonged to your musical silliness didn't it?::

Celia glanced over to Jack briefly before she answered. ::I believe you're thinking of something called, "Villagers", or something like that. I don't recall. Why the sudden interest in old world music?::

The spirit merely 'grinned'. ::No reason....::

[Slacker]

The incongruously dressed duo hop into the cap (Well, it was really only Jack that needed to hop in. Celia slid smoothly into the seat next to him.)

Due to the early hour of the morning and the continuing storm blanketing the city, traffic was very light. However, that isn't to say the ride was uneventful.
The driver seemed to be having extreme difficulties maintaining control of the vehicle in the buffeting winds. Several times he cursed the "damn autonav" and you believe he grumbled something to the effect of "Going out at a time like this? doesn't it know I can't drive worth shit?"

Despite the none too smooth ride over, the pair did arrive safely.

What greeted them certainly did not bode well for the fate of one Wang Chi. What looked to be a relatively normal Stuffer Shack was beset upon by a host of activity. Dozens of cars, trucks, and vans had seeming laid siege to it. A horde of people were braving the storm (which seemed to finally be abating some) to scamper around the area.

As they stepped out of the cab, the two began to take in more details of the scene. It soon became apparent that there were three distinct groups within what first appeared as a single horde.
Closest to them, there was a scattering of the curious citizens of the city who were gawking at the chaotic scene.
Beyond the gawkers, there were several news crews who seemed to be either recording live or harassing the third group about something.
The third group was of course Lone Star, and they certainly didn’t look too happy about having to deal with this mess at this time of night, in this storm. The reports trying to get in to film the interior of the store weren’t helping matters either.

[Tzaz]

"Celia, could you handle the magic on this and find out wht you can from that Kid talking to the reporter?""I will try to get inside"

[Cold-Dragon]

She had heard what Jack had requested, but at the same time her own attention had caught on to something else in the debris around. "Ah, I'll see what I can do..." She spoke with half attention to it all.

Fortunately, there was a probable solution to finding what the boy was saying later. What Celia wanted now was the damaged device that was marked. With a little weaving around the crowd, she manage to find a spot that let he see both the commlink and leave an open space to summon a spirit.

::Are you sure this is wise, Celia dear? You know spirits can be fussy, and it would look rather suspicious on Television.::

She only gave a mental shrug to the serpent, taking in the motions of practice after practice of calling out into the Astral world. ::They've seen ghosts before, and they won't see this one until it materializes. Not that I'm going to have it do that either. Now hush, I have to focus.:: Snake simply hissed amusement into her mind before letting her work, the power rushing forth in a beautiful, body tingling pleasure...

And then the spirit rushed in.

In an instant the euphoria of magic was chilled and reversed, now causing a creepy echo of pain through her. It wasn't much; she knew it could have been much worse. The pain was fading away already, with only a minor discomfort in her neck for the price.

And it was there, in her mind, waiting to hear what it was that required its attention. ::Yeeessssss?::

Celia had to smirk at the child-like tone in the voice - guess she pulled one of the more familiar spirits. ::Hello Duncan dearie. I don't suppose you could help me borrow some evidence from the rental police, could you?::

Of course, 'he' already knew what she wanted from mind alone, and for all that they dislike it, the spirit of man materialize behind her (where the crowd could not see). If it weren't for the overly glassy eyes, and being far too clean, the young teenager of a spirit might look normal in this setting. "You have given the power," He replied in a whisper, "And you have paid the costs. This one thing for you I shall do...But could you bring candy with you this time? I miss the taste."

She smirked, and pointed out the commlink mentally, moving to the side just enough for Duncan to get a real look at the device. She could feel as 'something' floated past her, but whatever it was, the naked eye was not going to see it, nor would cameras. Likewise, more of this feeling swept along and past the 'hands', until suddenly, the commlink was that much more obscure, mundane, simply insignificant to look at.

This surprised her; Duncan being generous in his work? The poor boy must really want sweets this time...

The commlink started to move, slowly at first as people turned this way and that, then as it started getting some distance, it got a little faster, going back towards Duncan and Celia.

(and from there, depends what Slacker says I guess)

[Tzaz]

Jack adjust his helmet and gets out his medkit and lumbers over to one of the Lonestars guarding the tapes. He then proceeds to ask "Sir does your officer in charge need any help from an off-duty paramedic?"

[Cold-Dragon]

Celia felt Duncan slide what was left of the commlink into her hand, the hardware instantly taking back its normal appearance from the strange fuzziness of earlier.

::Mischief managed. Good day to you girlie. Don't forget my candy later.::

And with that, he was gone. A spirit stood behind her no more. With the overt intent of pulling out her AR glasses, she stuck the commlink into the safe pocket of her purse. Her own commlink was hidden elsewhere on her person, but with a small wire connection sown into the dress, it wasn't a problem hooking into it and resume other actions.

"Run search on media networks for footage at the ...Stuffer Shack, within the last six hours. Highlight footage related to a child witness in results." It might take a moment for her search to find what she wanted, or even longer if they weren't practically doing the results live, but it would be easy to find out what the boy was saying from a news feed.

Now came the next part of the work....

Again, she went within for the power, feeling the familiar tingling from before. This time the rush was smaller, less invigorating, but the price was empty this time, easily regulated by her own will and persona.

I seek a face without a face, eyes that lack definition but have sight; Ears without but able; a mind small but capable. Come to me....

It squeeked at her!

That was a surprise, albeit a small one. She would ponder on it later.

::Go and listen to the boy and news crews and relay what's being said to me through the link. Don't show yourself.:: This part she had to be careful off - literal-minded watcher spirits. Fortunately, their simplicity made dealing with them less of a hassle than a full minded spirit.

[Slacker]

With the recently procured damaged commlink in hand, Celia decided to take a two prong method to discover what was seen by the rather animated kid giving an interview.
First she brought up her own commlink's browser and set it to do a little Matrix surfing for her.
Second, she brought forth a little magical assistant to eavesdrop on the ongoing conversation between report and child.
While letting her work be done for her, she relaxed and watched her new 'friend' try his damnedest to talk his way inside the crime scene. And by the looks of things, it wasn't going too well.

Jack had tried lumbering his way toward the front of the crowd of gawkers, but it is a bit hard to tell the difference between someone of his stature and a child, especially at such an early hour of the day.
He made it up to the front of the scattering of a crowd with ease, but for the most part he was ignored as being beneath notice.
Upon reaching reaching the yellow caution tape, he caught the notice of one of the patrolmen manning it.
A bit bored of this duty, the patrolman stepped in front of dwarf and started to say "Get back kid...", but he stopped himself just short of finalizing the last word. He'd already been reprimanded once for not being PC enough, he couldn't afford another black mark on his record.
Blustering a bit to cover up what he had been about to say, he said "um....I mean...Is there something I can do for you lit....SIR...I mean?"
When Jack asked after any paramedic help being needed, the patrolman saw the perfect way out of having to deal with is politically-incorrect tongue.
"Let me go get the LT, he can deal...I mean, answer that for you," he said walking over toward the man that had just finished talking with a couple reporters.
After a few words were exchanged and an obvious finger pointed over towards Jack.
The lieutenant, at least that is what he must be since the patrolman referred to him as the LT, excused himself from the reporters and began walking towards the dwarf, while the patrolman decided to go man a different section of the line.
"The patrolman here," the lieutenant begins while looking over his shoulder to point towards the person that wasn't actually there anymore. He glances around with a look of confusion/anger running across his face, but then continues after shaking his head.
"Well anyways, I understand you're offering some.....medical assistance?" He looks up and down at you with a bit of disbelief. Already suspecting that might be his reaction, Jack had begun retrieving your medkit from his dufflebag.
Seeing the quality of the medkit, the lieutenant has no problems believing the dwarf could be of assistance.
"Oh I see, you must have some ERT experience I take it?"
Before Jack could answer the question, the officer continued talking. "DocWagon has things well under controller." He says this pointing over towards the ambulance and a man in a DocWagon uniform who has nothing better to do than to stand there and smoke a cig.
While Jack tried to think of another tactic to get in, the officer elaborated a bit further. "As it turns out, DocWagon wasn't even needed. It was a bloody mess in there, with multiple bodies covered in god knows what (makes me a bit sick just thinking about how some over that crap that got spilled out in the gunfire is what I put into myself each, you know what I mean?). But they (whoever they were) left remarkably little wounded. As a matter of fact, other and a few bruises and a hurt ego or two, none of the survivors have more than a scratch."
"It looks to me, like some dumb gang just picked the wrong store at the wrong time to do a hold up. Not sure who else was in there, but they were obviously well armed and knew the proper use of a handgun."

As Jack was finishing up his conversation with the lieutenant, Celia was skimming through the results of her search. The swiftness of which had more to do with the lack of good information. The closest thing she could find was a mention of "Midnight Heroes Foil Gangland Assault" with "heart breaking testimony of the surviving child" to be shown in the next major broadcast, which won't be for a few hours.
Hopefully, her little magical helper will be of more help.

[Cold-Dragon]

Celia had to feel a bit of sympathy for the news crew: they were having quite a bit of trouble making a good story of everything.

Between the vocal level of the child and what the watcher picked up when the noise was too loud for her, it looked like that the kid was going to be the only source of anything decent...

...if he could say what happened and not make it into one big fairy tail!

"This is getting nowhere..." Celia muttered quietly to herself. The reporter was starting to show signs of cracking when for the umpteenth time, the kid went on with absurdities.

The reporter tossed his microphone at one his assistants "I'm done with this. See if you can clean it up into some semblance of a story before airtime." He ignored the kids earnest cries of "Oh come on it was so cool. You gotta listen to the rest of it. Guns were going off left and right and then this dragon...yeah...it was a dragon that stuck its head in the front door and smashed it all to pieces......"
And so on that line.
The reporter finally hit the breaking point. "Look you little snot nosed brat, your mother died in there! Don't you feel a god damn thing for her? Or is all you care about freaking Shadowrunners and Dragons!?"
This brought up the kid short and he started bawling. The callous reporter threw up his hands and stormed off. The cameraman and assistants glanced back and forth between the kid and the reporter, but were at a loss at what to do.

::Sssso sssad what happenssss to the younglingssss thessse daysss....ssssnake fodder he will be.:: Snake was apparently back from its own business. Celia blinked and gave a mental snort at the statement. ::One, you don't draw out your esses you phink, and two, it's because of the corps most likely this happened, even if it's only through indirect consequence of inspiring gangs or whatnot. I don't suppose you know if this kid is going to have any sort of future or not?::

Oddly enough, the spirit took her question seriously, and from the empty blank she got, was examining the boy. A moment later it returned ::I can't tell you if he's magical, if that's what you mean. That takes time and actions I do not feel like taking right now....without a price. However....he is your main source of information now, information people want.::

Now her reply was incredulous. ::You want me to try and get the story out of him in front of the media!? Surely not!::

in the background, Celia heard her watcher spirit giggle as it picked up on her conversation with the snake spirit. Snake, meanwhile, was simply sending what she had always referred to as 'That damned grin of success that means you're going to get your feet wet' sensation.

"The things I do for magic..."

*goes to see about more dice checks...busybusy!*

[Tzaz]

Jack scratches his head .

[Tzaz]

[Slacker]

The officer looks at Jack with a brief look of contempt for anybody not familiar the basic workings of the city, but he quickly hides it.
"Not sure where you are from friend, we've contracted out basic emergency services out to DocWagon. It's one of those win/win situations. The citizens get relatively cheap emergency treatment and DocWagon has the perfect outlet for their new medics to try out....I mean...hone their skills in real world situations. You didn't think DocWagon let their new recruits work on those able to pay for an actual contract did you?"

When Jack asks about the video and searching for other survivors, the officer says "That may be how its handled in the case of a disaster or something, but this is a crime scene. We can't just let anybody go trapsing through here, messing up evidence and such. Rest assured, our people did a throrough search of the premises. The only survivors were that kid and a pair of workers that are inside being questioned by the one of the detectives."
He quickly glances around and then in a confidential tone he continues. "Between you and me, it looks like whoever did this were professionals. Seems they hacked the store's security system and completely disabled all the cameras about 15 minutes before the shit hit the fan. They were still down when we first hit the scene."

[Tzaz]

Jack tips his hard hat to the LT and soyas"I am sorry I could not help. If I see you at the bar, I will Buy you a beer. May Gaia protect you."
Jack then proceeds back to Celia and relates what he has learned. The surveillance system was down before, through and after the botched holdup. A gang tried to rob the store and a professional team only using pistols blew the gang/robbers away.
It sounds like Wang Chi and crew were at he Stuffer Shack when the thrill gang tried to rob the store. All casualties were gang and staff.

[Tzaz]

"Celia, Did you learn anything?"

"I have met one of Wang Chi crew before at the Garland Club. Shall we met there tonight? We can try to pick up the trail. Her name was Tempty. Its 0500 now. Shall we met tonight at the Garland club/ Say around 2000? "

[Cold-Dragon]

Celia took a moment to press back her anger towards her mentor; she didn’t have much choice now. Disobeying it could bring forth bad consequences later. So the commlink went off, the glasses, returned to their case in the purse, the purse was smoothed out, the spirit was directed to listen to the Lieutenant for the time being (not that I expect anything, just detail), and she went to the tape.
The patrolman was quite prompt in coming over when she ducked under the tape; the half-cocked smirk gave a good hint as to why. ”Excuse me ma’am, but I need you to get back to the other side of the tape.” Celia gave him one of her smiles, and then focused her attention on him. ”Ah, but you see, I’m not here to watch, I’m here to help.”
Even with lust on the mind, the patrolman wasn’t dense. ”Well, that’s quite sweet of you, but I’m afraid you’re not one of the officials here. The best help right now would be to get back on the other side of that tape, then maybe we could talk about helping?” She was not going to be deterred this easily, and from the sudden shift in Snake’s mood when she prepared her next choice of words, he approved of them. ”Funny thing about that; You got a little kid over there bawling his head off in front of reporters; even the ones behind the tape have the zoom option. That means they’re all going to be recording you and your unit and they might use it to criticize you quite badly.”

The patrolman’s mood was definitely shot down with that comment. Snake snickered. Celia wasn’t done yet. ”Worse still, they may have footage of you flirting with some pretty face, and your Lieutenant will probably have your ass for it. Unless, of course, you were getting someone to help out with the kid; A nice, kind hearted woman who could use some maternal instincts to sooth him.”

Next thing she knew, Celia was escorted over to the boy and the deserted news crew. Leaving no risk to chance, she shooed away the crew under the guise of ‘they were aggravating the boy’. They were only too willing to step back, and that was when she got to kneel by the kid. ”Hey, it’s okay…”

In almost an instant, the boy shifted from a standing cry, to a shoulder sob. Celia carefully chose words to calm, and with a little help from a certain serpent, slowly coax out a calmer variant of the story at large.

(If you want the details, it’s in the OOC, heh. I don’t have the head to invent kid-talk right now. >.< )

Not as traumatized for now, Celia managed to hand the boy off to Lone-Star, who took the boy somewhere less exposed for his sake and everyone’s ears (as well as their reputation). Celia smirked at the news crew that was still nearby. ”So, did you get any of that?”

She slipped back outside the security tape while they fumbled with their equipment, and tried to work up some excuse for their reporter. A short while later, Jack showed his face.

"Celia, Did you learn anything?"

She relayed what she could figure out from the boys story, including a few of her own insights. ”I can’t see anyone running around in Samurai armor, but it could definitely be someone with obvious cyberlimbs in a style that suggested armor. And there had to be some definite magic happening. I would suspect something that big to be covered up though.”

::Shouldn’t we offer to scan for magic?:: asked Snake.
::Do you want to track down someone that made a display as big this one sounds?::
::Good point.::

"I have met one of Wang Chi crew before at the Garland Club. Shall we met there tonight? We can try to pick up the trail. Her name was Tempty. Its 0500 now. Shall we met tonight at the Garland club/ Say around 2000? "

Celia smiled and nodded. ”That’s alright by me, I could use some sleep, and I can dress appropriately. Until then, Jack.”

[Shalimar]

Tempty stepped lightly out of the shower, not wanting to wake Garland, they were both night owls, and it was early morning, not a fit time for Runner nor Club owner. She had come into the loft by takig the service elevator, not wanting to come through the club covered in gunk as she was. Luckily the place had the best in soundproofing or she and Garland would never have been able to sleep. After the shower, the ex-ganger had slunk into bed, pulling the fixer's arm over her like a security blanket before crashing for the night. She would tell him about what happened at the Stuffer shack in the morning, maybe he knew someone who would buy the information about the gang's extinction.

The redhead slept deeply, and didn't wake til almost noon. That was the way she always slept when she stayed over after a job, she felt safe enough thanks to Garland's security muscle. The gun bunny, woke to Garland brushing back her hair from her face, and she smiled up at him. After a playful romp, she took another shower and got dressed, filling Garland in on what had happened on the Job, and then afterwards at the Shack. She always gave him any tidbits that she came across, just like he was always looking out forher in anything that she might want. They shared breakfast, omlettes made with real eggs, cheese, milk, and even bacon, toast, and OJ.

Afterwards she got to work servicing her gear. First she double checked that she had gotten everything the night before off her guns, and then moved on to a bit of alteration that she had been planning on, customizing the barrel to remove the recoil, or at least compensate for it better. Working from her toolkit, she added a few weights to the front end to keep it under control. It was a long process getting everything just right so that it wouldn't screw up the aim, and when she was finished, she realized that it was almost 8pm, and she was starting to get hungry.

Tempty slipped into a clubbing outfit that Garland had delighted in buying her, (both the putting on, and taking off), it had black leather pants, boots, and a top that was made of criss-crossing red leather straps/bra that was lined on the inside with soft cotton. She liked the way it made her look, exactly like what she was, dangerous and sexy. She slipped a pair of knives into her boots, and then headed down into the club to get something to eat, exempt from the searches of the bouncers, not that they would have said anything in any case, she was on a first name basis with everyone, they weren't friends, but they did say hi.

Tempty weaved her way through the dancing masses, making her way over to the bar, and food. She helped herself to a drink and a sandwhich before going off to talk to Garland and Dance, and she danced with a capital D. Letting her enhanced body move with all the grace and speed that it possessed from her wired reflexes to her specially toned muscles, she moved like a hunting cat.

[netlich]

"Wot'd you mean no weapons 'oommie? Wot am I ta do wit dat?" Mark gurgled in annoyance as he gave a private audience of his retractable blades to the bouncer of Garland; ruinning another pair of synth-leather gloves in the process. There was no threat in his voice just a state-of-matter business attitudute in a rough troll kinda way.

"Unless you got'some in'ibitor tingies I can't do much but promise ta be good an'all...Dat soka wit you?" flashing him a smile, he opened his huge arms wide to allow for a full scan. The club was a sometime's haunt of his and he knew better than to come armed. A fight breaking in there would be bad for his rep and even worse for his business.

As soon as he was cleared he cashed his entrance, put his fake sunglasses on and walked in. Towering a head and a few over the most the Hammer was an almost comical sight as he slid through the noisy floors of the club, his head bobbing to the electronic rythm. So huge a man was never meant for dancing and rythm and yet the modern miracle of technology had done it for him. He thought about hitting the dancefloor but turned and headed straight for the bar. Besides this was not his kind of music and showing off was not his kind of thing. A big troll sticks easier to memory; a huge troll dancing with a ballarina's grace, screaming his chromed body off, is something not easily fogotten.

He took a stool at a bar ordering the biggest glass of beer and double the share of nuts and munchies to go with it. Turning with his back to the bar he started scanning around for familiar faces. Tempty had said she hits this spot almost everyday so he hoped it was a matter of minutes before his eyes spotted her...

[Tzaz]

Jack wakes up in his coffin and stretches. he thinks this is a comfy hole. He then gets cleaned up and dressed. He puts all his gear in his duffle bag except the clothes he is wearing and his medkit. he leaves the coffin hotel and walks to the Garland club, which is down the street. Its now 2000 and as usual its a raining evening.
He checks his bag at the door and security passes him through. He doesn't see either Celia or a Tempty or even any curvacious ladies. He does see a big troll at the bar with a lot of space around him. Jack goes up to the bar and orders a large Bridgeport.
Jack turns to the troll : "Hiya Ho"... "Good beer"..."Hope they play some good ole boy music."

[Shalimar]

Tempty was off in her own little world, moving in time to the music, her hips shaking sensually in a sliding almost glide that took her about the dance floor. She felt truely alive when her reflexes were kicked up and her body was moving so smoothly, and she knew what it did to most guys around her, and she loved it, but she only had eyes for Garland, and she knew he loved it when she drove the customers wild.

After the song died down and faded into the next, she made her way over to the bar and dropped int the stool next to Hammer. "Heya Chummer, hows tricks?"

[Cold-Dragon]

Celia made it through the checkpoint with little issue - no guns or knives to sneak in, and only a strong purse, made it relatively easy to enter.

This time she dressed a little more with the dancing sensation; dark leather pants, a purple variant of her dress boots with the shorter, thicker heel, and then a blood red shirt that's hardly what one can claim as a shirt. It's more like a thick bra with red straps interesecting all over her torso and arms and ending in small tails for the end of the short sleeves. It's decent, for all it's holey (hehe, holey...).

She did not, however, go to where Jack was. Instead, she moved along the dance floor and other areas taking a look around in her own interest.

::I'm surprised I've never been here before. It's rather nice.::
Snake simple gave a mental snort and looked at her questionably. ::It's full of all sorts of secrets. That pair of lusty sorts dancing away? Both important execs having a good time, off the clock.::

::Now how would you know that?::
::If I told you, someone else might have to kill you.::

Celia smirked; humor on a spirits part? ::Asp.::

Eventually she moved back towards Jack. She might as well see what information she could get out of this. The rent didn't pay for itself without a job, and that wasn't quite something she was use to looking for.

::Funny, you took to this just fine.::
::Well, if I took a job, you'd probably have me blackmailing everyone just to keep you happy!::
::True, but you have to admit it'd mean less work for you depending, heheh.::

[netlich]

Mark made an obviously slow move staring down at the dwarf next to him and then at Tempty on the other side. With a wicked grin he decided to play polite, "No offenz bro. Dat od'er company iz better. Not into diz kinda muzic anyhow..."

With a smile he turned towards his female companion, "My gal! Well you look da biz...I dink dat meanz thingz went better dan I thought yesterday. Hehehe! I should'a guessed dough...Hahahaha!".

A hearty deep-throated laugh and the troll went on to explain," Different Troll - Same Effect... You gotta know by now. Can't do without a troll watching yer nice rearz. Hahahahaha!" he raised his glass and downed the last trickles of his coctail. Setting the glass down he asked for another and turned his attention back to the woman and the conversation at hand.

But his mouth stayed half-open with his smile frozen stupid on his huge face. Hammer turned and gazed back down at the dwarf on his other side, obviously annoyed Jack was still there. He decided to stop the conversation there. Common ettiquette and logic would dictate that business was to be dicussed in private.

[Tzaz]

Jack waits till the troll stops talking. The troll seems to be of little intellect or common sense talking in public about business. The troll is really hard to look around though.
Putting his beer down, Jack tips his hat to the lady and says:
"Tempty I believe is what Wang Chi introduced you as? My name is Lumbering Jack. We were introduced a few months ago, here in this club. Seems like you had a rough night , following this caped crusader around?"