TinkerGnome
Apr 23 2004, 04:19 PM
Almost three hours after the meet at the steakhouse broke up, a late model Brumby cruises past the outside of the Yukon apartment building, scoping the place out. The code to the underground parking facility was in his pocket, but he decided to radio ahead first. Callsigns hadn't been agreed on, so he did the best that he could.
Hey, party planner, one of the guests is coming around to visit. Everything frosty?
grendel
Apr 23 2004, 04:37 PM
The voice that breaks in on the other end of the line is distant and cold.
"Base here, you're Two. One is on site already. Surveillance shows everything clear. Proceed."
Grendel switches automatically through his comm panel, network windows shifting in response to his silent commands.
Shadow
Apr 23 2004, 04:37 PM
Shadow smiled at Warpaths sly code signal. He grabbed his comm and turned the volume up.
Guest this is party planner, the drinks are cold and ready, come on in.
TinkerGnome
Apr 23 2004, 04:46 PM
Warpath nodded to himself and turned toward the garage. He radioed back, "Roger, Base. One, is this a private venue or are there other events going on nearby?"
He punched in the code and rolled into the garage itself.
A Clockwork Lime
Apr 23 2004, 04:59 PM
After getting into the Ford with Onna and pulling out onto the street, the two have a pleasant conversation as he drives her to where she needs to go.
Once he dropped her off, Scratch headed back to his pad in Renton to pick up a few things. On the way, he decided to give Atomix a call.
"Hey man, it's Scratch." He spent a few moments just shooting the breeze with his old friend until he 'subtly' brought the conversation back to business. "Looks like I'm going back in the bush soon, and I'm gonna need a few toys. How many bug juice jellybeans and crunchy meatballs* do you think you can have ready for me in the next twenty-four hours or so? How about some spare clips for the Hellfire brothers? I'll need about four for each if you can get to cookin' on those, too."
Buddha72
Apr 24 2004, 12:05 AM
Upon returning to home Onna quickly gathers her things into a rather plain looking duffle bag. She changes into her riding gear, taking time to refer to her notes on exactly how everything goes on. As she dresses, she makes arrangements.
Yuki, please stop by and tell Zha Min Su that I will not be able to work for awhile but I have some money to help fund the new food bank. I will leave it in the usual place so she can collect it. She feels the connection between them flair with understanding as she moves to a spot on the floor and uncovers a concealed hole. She places a 5k of nuyen there and reseals it. When I am done, may I join you? This thing seems more complicated than most jobs. With an inward sigh of relief she replies Yes, please. I need another set of eyes and ears for this one. I have liittle experience working with strangers. I miss the companionship of Kayla and the others. There is something to be said about a team working in this business.
She lugs the bag out through a side door in the wall surrounding the garden of the temple. Parked there is a Blitizen, looking almost brand new. She secures her bag on the back. She grabs the helmet and after several minutes gets the autonav programmed with the address of the meet. She sits back and nervously allows the motorcycle to drive her there.
Fenris
Apr 24 2004, 08:03 AM
The bike is still moving at a good clip when it rounds the corner, decelerating rapidly and coming to a sudden stop in front of the gate, just slow enough not to burn rubber or make any noise. He punches in the given code, popping the clutch to jolt the bike suddenly up to speed as he pulls into the parking garage.
A few moments later he triggers his com, no harm in being cautious.
"Shadows are knocking, are we still welcome?"
Shadow
Apr 24 2004, 08:07 AM
Roger that, the door is open, and the party is just getting started.
TinkerGnome
Apr 24 2004, 05:36 PM
Warpath parked his Brumby and used his datajack connection to send the passenger seat sliding forward. He reclined his own seat and worked into the back. Under the cover of the opaque windows, he rummaged through the gear piled in the back of the vehicle. After about five minutes, he exited the vehicle through the driver's door and headed for the apartment with a military style rucksack and a hardsided synthesizer case.
He climbs up to the address on the card and calls over the comm. "Two to One. Knock knock."
Blitz
Apr 24 2004, 06:14 PM
:: After finishing her mild study, she takes the time to wash each object clean of impressions before having her vehicle stop momentarily in an alleyway. Disposing of the items in a large dumpster used at a restaurant, she resets the autonav to the safehouse location. ::
:: As she approaches comm range, she sets her unit to the decided frequencies and announces her approach. ::
"Approaching base. All clear?"
Digital Heroin
Apr 25 2004, 10:20 PM
After a quick check to make sure his RV is untouched, Immortal switches out of his leather, sliding into his Form Fitting Body Armor. He slings on his Franchi Spas, sluffs on a long coat, and re-holsters his Guardian. No point in showing up to the meet looking like some ganger punk after all.
He arrives to the meet two busses and a half hour on foot later. Three cigarillo's down, he lights up another one and makes his presence known to the others.
grendel
Apr 26 2004, 03:30 PM
"Four, Base, nothing on surveillance, you're clear to proceed."
A Clockwork Lime
Apr 26 2004, 04:48 PM
Ol' Scratch
Somewhere in Seattle · Thursday, August 21st, 2063 · 8:07pm
After hanging up with the dwarf, Scratch clicked his phone closed and tucked it into his jacket. He slipped the card Shadow had given him from his sleeve and read over it, punching the address into the autonav as best he could. It balked and bitched at his inferior programming skills a few times, but he eventually got it to accept the address. A little more bantering and dashboard slapping had the onboard computer shifting the Ford back to its broken-down paintjob as the sedan made its way through the evening traffic.
Twenty minutes later, the autonav was blurping at him that he was getting close. He switched to manual drive and turned into an old parking garage about four blocks from the address. Scratch then proceeded to tuck his Hellblazer inside its holster under his coat and got out of the car, locking it up on the third floor near the stairwell. With a pop, the trunk flipped open revealing a huge hunter's arsenal of ammo and other gadgets. Scratch plucked out a busted old transciever, clipped it to his belt, and wired the cord through his sleeve. He then connected the external transducer and jacked it into his wrist port. That initial squeelch of white noise always made him wince.
He then slammed the trunk closed and proceeded to make his way to the safehouse. Almost subconsciously, he kept to the shadows and more often than not, it almost seemed like they were reaching out to protect him from the one or two street lamps that were still remarkably in working order. The security systems and drones never saw him coming.
Every now and then he could hear a faint bit of chatter on the frequency they had agreed on, but he never piped up. It was always one of his favorite tests with a new team -- if they could spot him before he got to the door, he knew he was working with the cream of the crop.
Needless to say, he was a little disappointed when he knocked on the front door before there were any signs of their reaction to his approach.
"Knock, knock, knock," he muttered through the transducer. "The Eighth Wonder of the World is rapping at your chamber door."
Buddha72
Apr 26 2004, 05:17 PM
After several tries she finally arrives at the meet point. Onna allows the bike to park itself and begins to unstrap the duffel. Taking a moment she fumbles with her micro-transceiver. "Seven here and I am coming in." She lugs the bag through the parking garage towards the unit.
grendel
Apr 26 2004, 05:27 PM
"Seven, Base, area clear, proceed."
Shadow
Apr 26 2004, 06:50 PM
"Base, one. Looks like everyones here why don't you come in and join the party."
grendel
Apr 26 2004, 07:36 PM
"One, Base, concur, on the way."
With the arrival of the last team member, Grendel shifts his network protocols to his remote, checking all interlocks green across the board. He disliked having to conduct business face to face, but it was reassuring when a team first assembled to be able to read the individuals you would be working with. Not that his body language betrayed much, but he would compromise in the name of team dynamic. He moved quickly across the street and into the parking garage of the structure, watching the surveillance cameras from the corner of his eye. He would not give them anything more to go on than a tall, dark (meta)human shape. Once inside the fire stairs, he paused long enough to verify that he was alone before ascending to the apartment's floor. Stepping out of the stairwell, he brought his comm interface live again. In response to his call, the apartment door opens and he steps inside, closing it quietly behind himself.
TinkerGnome
Apr 26 2004, 08:16 PM
Inside the apartment, Warpath's vision went fuzzy white for an instant before he cut off his ultrasonic vision. "White noise," he mumbled as the vision modes switched and compensated for the lack of one system. His orientation map, which had been carefully plotting his progress from the Brumby suddenly stopped, leaving him hanging a meter off the map in his head.
He took a look around the apartment and nodded to Shadow. "Nice place you've got here," he said as he floped down in a chair, drawing the synthesizer case across his knees as he did so and letting the rucksack rest beside the chair. He stretched and yawned, his vat-grown muscles rippling under his clothing as he did so.
As the last of the team arrived, he gave a half grin and asked the question that had been on his mind since the meet. "So... how do you kill these bug things? I only know what I've picked up in shadowtalk, an' that's probably all someone talkin' drek. I've never had to deal with the blighters before, personally."
Blitz
Apr 27 2004, 02:20 AM
:: She seems mildly confused at Grendel's response and continues to listen to the radio chatter a bit before she realizes she was designated as Seven. ::
"Oh right. Seven here. On my way in."
:: Leading the Elite down into the garage, she grimaces as she realizes her car well doubles the obvious values of the cars within. True, many of those cars could be well maintained and modified under their ratty shells, but that just made her jet black executive ride all the more tasty. All she can do is pray that the SOTA alarm Buzzard had installed would do the trick. ::
:: Taking a moment to stare at her image in the mirror, she realizes her current look was far too out of place in this area and with a though, her hair tangles itself into a matty nest of dull brown coarse and broken hair. Her makeup fades away and is replaced by a rather ruddy unhealthy complexion and her lips crack making her look dehydrated. A moment later, the well tailored business suit shifts into a dark blue synthetic shirt and a faded urban brawl jacket over a pair of loosefitting jeans and a pair of dirt stained athletic shoes. The look makes her appear frumpy, flat broke and unattractive. ::
:: She enters the lobby carying nothing, her gear easily stashed into the many deep pockets her disguise possessed, as she pauses a moment to astrally study the lobby area. Satisfied that it was absent of threats, she moves to the stairs and mounts them. ::
:: Reaching the room, she knocks on the door and smiles to whoever answers, her teeth looking yellowed and unpleasant. ::
Shadow
Apr 27 2004, 09:25 PM
After Grendel comes in Shadow walks back into the room. He hops up on the counter and folds his legs.
"Alright, so were all here. So let's start by summing up the operation. A party or parties unknown who appear to work for the Draco foundation would like us to raid an Ares Macrotech building to retrieve pictures and, if possible data, from their security network detailing the presence of bug spirits and their uses for them in their research, as well as attempting to engage and destroy the bug spirits." Shadow pauses and looks around to see if everyone agrees with the assessment of the mission.
"Well this ain't going to be pretty. Suggestions?"
A Clockwork Lime
Apr 27 2004, 09:29 PM
"Kill all power to the facility, ram the gates with a semi, and storm in with a big can of Raid. There's our baseline. Let's improve from there."
Blitz
Apr 27 2004, 09:52 PM
:: As she runs a hand through her ratty hair, her skin regains it's healthy complexion, her hair is once again clean, though a much more casual style than at the restaurant, and her clothing shifts into a well fitted pair of blue jeans and a soft white blouse. ::
"Well, while I admire your boldness, I think it lacks a certain finesse. I have a feeling the building would be prepared for that eventuality. Most buildings with moderate to high security also develop landscaping and access roads that intentionally make any ram attempt fruitless. There usually isn't enough room available to get up enough speed to break through the walls and cause any remarkable damage. More than anything, that type of tactic is common with the eco-terrorist groups. Therefore common enough to make the effort to prevent it from occuring."
"I do agree that a direct assualt is probably our best bet. With the bugs running around inside, I sure as hell don't want to try a stealth mission. What we probably need is a bit of recon on the facility. See if we can track down blueprints or something similar over the 'trix and get eyes on the building to see what kind of approach the facility has."
"Has anyone ever actually fought the buggers? All I know about them is that there supposed to be lethal and scary."
TinkerGnome
Apr 27 2004, 09:53 PM
Warpath laughs. "Now that's a plan a man could sink his teeth into." He gives a grin. "I guess the first step is for us to confirm that there are bugs on site, and if so how many. I've no clue how to do that, but magic, drones, or the Matrix sound like good choices. If there are bugs in the house, then that just leaves us with the question of how to deal with them."
He leans back in his chair which creaks softly as he does so. "I say we don't deal with any more of the bastards than we have to. Get in, get the data, get out. Stealth in, big bang on the other side as a distraction, stealth out. All that is supposing that Ms. Draco's playing us straight, which is something I'll file under "wishful thinking that don't fraggin' happen in the real fraggin' world" for now."
"Anything on that facility map?" he asks. "I'd like a copy, if nothin' else."
grendel
Apr 27 2004, 10:08 PM
"Reconnaissance should be the first order of business. I can put eyes on target, but as Warpath has suggested, it would behoove us to include a magical recon as well. As for how best to go in, how long does our matrix support think it will take to locate and recover the information required? That time delay will dictate whether or not we must overcome the initial security measures by stealth or if we can utilize point direct firepower."
A Clockwork Lime
Apr 27 2004, 10:13 PM
"I might be able to get my hands on some blueprints of the facility. Especially stuff like utility connections, maintenance shafts, sewage exits, and that kinda drek."
| QUOTE (Silk) |
| "Has anyone ever actually fought the buggers? All I know about them is that there supposed to be lethal and scary." |
"Yeah. Hmm, how to put it. Ever catch one of those really bad zombie simflicks? Fighting those slitches is kinda like that, only they fight like they have a brain. If what that doll back at the restaurant said is true, it's just gonna be more ugly if they're turning critters into these things. Much more ugly."
Dashifen
Apr 28 2004, 12:05 AM
Turning to the Satyr, "I may be able to provide blueprints as well, and my matrix contacts should be able to dig up information about anyone else who may have assaulted that location in the past in short order."
Switching his focus to Grendel, "As for a time frame -- could take a day or two -- more than enough time to perform other reconnaissance. Depending on the nature of the data, I may need to perform searches within secured hosts, perhaps even Ares, and that's never easy."
He pauses a moment and runs his hands through his receeding hair, "I might also be able to dig up information on bug hunts. I've never been involved in one myself -- not usually an area deckers are needed within -- but I'm sure we can dig up information on the public Shadowland nodes if necessary."
Blitz
Apr 28 2004, 12:14 AM
:: Nods to Grendel. ::
"Aye...I'd be happy to run astral scout. Would love a buddy though...specially since the baddies are spirits."
:: Turning her attention to the satyr, she raises an eyebrow. ::
"I have no doubt that they are deadly and dangerous. What I was hoping for was some experience with how to successfully take them down. Have you killed one? If so, how did you kill it. What was successful, what wasn't. Was there anything someone did that gave them an edge? What edges do they tend to have...you know...the kind of intel someone would have if they fought the buggers. If nobody has any first hand knowledge, I suggest we hit up our contacts and see if we can track down some "exterminators", preferrably someone with experience in Chicago. They should be experts on the matter."
TinkerGnome
Apr 28 2004, 12:18 AM
Warpath listens to proposals and nods along. "I ain't got much to contribute to the legwork, but I can bodyguard what needs bodyguardin'. Meat bodies or movin', either one. Maybe we should keep a low profile on the street with this one, though, word on the street tends to get back into corper ears."
A Clockwork Lime
Apr 28 2004, 12:52 AM
| QUOTE (Blitz @ Apr 27 2004, 06:14 PM) |
| "I have no doubt that they are deadly and dangerous. What I was hoping for was some experience with how to successfully take them down. Have you killed one? If so, how did you kill it. What was successful, what wasn't. Was there anything someone did that gave them an edge? What edges do they tend to have...you know...the kind of intel someone would have if they fought the buggers. If nobody has any first hand knowledge, I suggest we hit up our contacts and see if we can track down some "exterminators", preferrably someone with experience in Chicago. They should be experts on the matter." |
Scratch just gives an exasperated sigh.
"Look, I ain't that sophisticated a warrior, dollface. As long as you pump enough ammo into 'em or pound their exoskeletons hard enough, they'll go down. It wasn't so much that they were difficult to take down compared to other critters or spirits, it was their numbers. They were everywhere. Sometimes they were even people you knew. And they were coming from everywhere. And not just blindly either; those fraggers use their terrain and set up ambushes as well you or I would.
"A trick I picked up back in '50 was more of a bit of inspiration by one of my old teammates. Regular everyday bug spray, the drek you can get at any supermarket, seems to irriate the spirit ones. It helps a little, but not much. Squirt some into a paintball pellet or capsule round, and it tends to keep 'em off your ass long enough to pump the real shite under their ectoplasmic shells.
"But anyway, it's not so much the bugs themselves I'd be worried about on this job, it's the beasts Ares might be bastardizing them with. For example, I'm sure you've dealth with trained hellhounds and the like in the past. Now imagine a pack of those as smart as you or me. Now crank up their strenght a couple of notches. Now cram 'em full of the hardware Ares likes to use in their security animals. Now behold the abomination standing before you. Then multiply that by ten. And that's probably going to be one of the weaker encounters we run into if this is really a research site for all of this.
"So to put it simply, they're a little tougher than what you might expect them to be from the outside but they're not that hard to take down. They don't regenerate, they're not neigh invulnerable to bullets, and they're not superpowerful magicians bent on world domination. Well okay, maybe they are bent on world dominaition, but you get the point. It's nothing like that. It's the fact that they're bloody fraggin' smart and come in numbers that's the problem. And their queen-things are just as bad, only ten times as smart and capable of summoning backup on the fly if they need to.
"Or in other words, they're just like a bad zombie flick gone horribly wrong. But feel free to waste time asking all your 'experts' on the subject. I doubt they'll be telling you much different outside of a few specifics."
grendel
Apr 28 2004, 01:25 AM
"Do any of the combat types have any skills with spotting for remote fire?"
TinkerGnome
Apr 28 2004, 02:12 AM
| QUOTE (grendel) |
| "Do any of the combat types have any skills with spotting for remote fire?" |
"Not the learned kind, no. But I've got a Mk IV Behavioral Enhancement and Duplication System and a launched weaponry soft for the same rating. It's got a pretty good spotting algorithm so I can probably do a descent job of it," Warpath notes.
grendel
Apr 28 2004, 02:23 AM
"Do you have access to a laser designator?"
Dashifen
Apr 28 2004, 02:24 AM
"What kind of ordinance are you thinking, Grendel?" Father chimes in, taking interest in this idea. Those paying attention have noticed that he seems a little nervous as everyone discusses possible entry parameters and combat strategies.
Shadow
Apr 28 2004, 02:27 AM
"Grendel brings up a good point, it is hard to plan an OP when you don't know what tools you have to work with. I don't have any indirect fire skills, though I am sure I could point a laser designator at something. Nor do I own an assault riffle or other heavier weapons. Pistols and SMG's for this elf. Does anyone have a reliable source for armor piercing ammo? I feel we are going to need a lot of it."
Shadow hops down and walks around the counter to the fridge. Inside is a variety of food and drink, mostly healthy foods. Four, one liter bottles of water dominate the right side. He grabs one and heads back to the living room, "help yourselves if you want anything."
"I think that are first order of business should be identifying what tools we have to work with, and then coming up with a couple of different plans for different situations. After, of course we get some recon of the building."
Buddha72
Apr 28 2004, 02:33 AM
As the discussion unfolds Onna listens attentively. She gives Scratch a meaningful look before speaking. "I am not good with guns but I am good with swords and magic. I must also tell you something so there will be trust between us. I am hengeyokai of the kitsune breed. I did not mean to lie to you when we met and apologize for any offense given." She seems embarrassed at the length of the speech and begins to turn from the group. "I will see to the defense of this place from magic while you plan."
Shadow
Apr 28 2004, 02:44 AM
"I'm sorry hengi-hookie what? And how does that matter? Swords and magic, from what I know, are very good against spirits."
TinkerGnome
Apr 28 2004, 02:46 AM
Warpath shakes his head. "I don't have that kind of hardware on hand... I might know a guy, but that's a kind of specialty item. I doubt we could get it within our ops window. I've got some vision enhancements, so I'm probably good out to 200-250 meters for spotting. You running a Battletac?"
"Source for AP stuff? Yeah. Reliable? Not really."
grendel
Apr 28 2004, 03:14 AM
Grendel speaks directly to Father, although he continues to transcribe the conversation taking place. "I have laser guided HE and AV rockets. I think they would suffice well as either our entry or exit strategy, not to mention heavy support firepower if our entry team came under wave attack by bug spirits or other security paranimals. If you could acquire those designators as well as additional guided ordinance, it would go far in neutralizing any advantage the security forces enjoyed."
Blitz
Apr 28 2004, 04:50 AM
:: Gives an exasperated look at Scratch before turning her eyes on Shadow. ::
"It means she is a shapeshifter, and I think I'll leave the discussions to your boys."
:: Rising, Silk moves away and heads over to where Onna has begun to work her warding. Smiling softly to her, she turns her attention to the walls, her hands outstretched as the mana flows from her. Mere inches from her palms, ancient words of protection in Latin appear as it burned into the wall. ::
:: Turning a portion of her attention to Onna, she cocks her head to the side curiously. Addressing her in Japanese, she speaks quietly, but not conspiratorial. ::
"Did you understand the discussion?"
Buddha72
Apr 28 2004, 05:28 AM
"I believe I do. They are making plans to infiltrate the site. I have little experience with technology but I can do my part when needed. I assume at some point they will ask me what I can do through my mastery of the Way." As she speaks her hands move through a series of precise shapes, they look like mudra. A form of meditation that draws on the inner life force of the practitioner and focuses it. The mana flows from her in a tightly woven strands that splay across the wall and smoothly work into the larger design of Silk's warding. "I can help but I fear I have little to offer in the way of planning. The ways of this place are difficult at best for me to understand, let alone anticipate. I fear they will have better insight into the darkness we will face at the facility."
Suddenly a small arctic fox manifests near her feet. A smile plays across her face as she looks down. "Silk, please meet Yuki. Yuki, this is Silk. I afraid I have forgotten to feed someone today. Go to the duffel and fetch the bag from there. Take a care not to startle the others or they may shoot you." The warning is delivered with a friendly tease.
Slowly the to-go bag of food levitates out of the duffel and slides towards Onna's feet. As soon as it rests there, it opens and the container rises out to rest near Yuki. The lid is thrown back and the fox begins to gorge itself. "I must apologize, I rarely have such fine fare for my little sister."
Blitz
Apr 28 2004, 05:39 AM
:: As the little fox begins to dine, the necklace about Silks neck breaks free to form a small black cat. With a curious glance to the fox, Rusion looks up at Silk indignantly. ::
"Where's my dinner?"
:: Smiling, slightly embarassed down at the cat, she shruggs slightly to Onna. ::
"This is my friend, Rusion. He's been with me since I was a child, so he thinks he's my big brother, only he whines like a little brother."
:: Rusion passes a look to Silk that perfectly communicates how humerous he though her little statement to be, then pads over to the fox and sits his rump down, a look of feline curiosioty so intense, that it makes the cat seem more like a kitten. ::
"So...how long have you lived in the human world?"
Buddha72
Apr 28 2004, 05:51 AM
Yuki pauses eating and bows her head with solemn dignity towards the cat. The box swivels and a piece of steak floats to the top of the lid. Clearly an offering for the feline to join her in the fine repast.
"I have dwelled here in this city for several years. I was fortunate that when I arrived a local fixer by the name of Winter took an interest in my well-being. She introduced me to my first team and they, in turn, helped me find my place here. I do what I can but I fear the battle is eternal. Every victory seems tainted by a greater loss but I will continue on. This is my path. How about you, what has lead you to this place and time?" Her tone is open and friendly.
Blitz
Apr 28 2004, 06:01 AM
:: Silk smiles genuinely, so few she has met has had the open honesty of this small japanese hengeyokai, and she finds it easy to fall back into the old girlish chatter of new friends. ::
"I suppose the Firebringer brought me here. He has interest in providing for humanity in all it's forms and sometimes I find myself pulled in a necessary direction. Seeing what we're up against, I believe his was a wise decision as always."
"As for my history, since the day of my birth, the awakened world has been my playground. Unfortunately, my unique skills posed too much of a challenge to my mundane parents so I was actually raised by a talented shaman at the Atlantean Foundation. They taught me all I know of magic and the world. It was also through working for them as an adult, that I was introduced to the world of the shadows. It's not always a pleasant world, but there is much potential for improvement so I find it a solid place to begin."
Buddha72
Apr 28 2004, 06:09 AM
"Have you worked with any of these people before? None of them are familar to me but I admit I normally work with the same group most of the time."
Blitz
Apr 28 2004, 06:11 AM
:: Shakes her head. ::
"No, they're all new to me too. Hey, can I ask you something? Did Scratch say or do something to force you into making that little speech? I saw the glance you gave him..."
A Clockwork Lime
Apr 28 2004, 06:14 AM
Scratch just waves a dismissive hand in Silk's general direction as she sulks off before squishing himself more comfortably into his seat. As she stomps past (well, in his mind anyway), he sort of pauses and whiffs at the air a few times.
"Hmm," he mutters almost inaudibly, "must be that time of the month."
Buddha72
Apr 28 2004, 06:24 AM
"He seemed to think that the others would be react badly to me being hengeyokai. That they may have had bad experiences with others like me and that would jeopordize the run. I have never really grasped the currents of human nature so I thought it wise to at least do as he advised. He offered to stand by me if the group was violent when I revealed myself." She takes a deep breath. "I have a question for you. Why did you take things from the steak house after everyone else left?"
Blitz
Apr 28 2004, 06:32 AM
:: She seemed to be annoyed by Scratch's assertations about her unique gifts, but all thoughts of that went right out the window at Onna's question. Her eyes register the surprise of the question and her cheeks flush from the embarassment of getting caught. ::
"But I thought...weren't you gone? Oh...I guess it doesn't really matter. You mentioned working for a regular crew, so you may not be as aware of the need for paranoia as I am. When working with new people, it's never certain that people are what and who they claim to be. Everyone has a secret, and most secrets are harmless to our goals, such as your true nature, but sometimes a player holds a more dangerous secret that could threaten your safety or ability to be successful. In working with so many new people, so I collected a little token from each person so that I could better understand their motives for taking such a dangerous mission."
Buddha72
Apr 28 2004, 06:51 AM
"I see." She takes a moment to digest the information. "Yuki remained behind to make sure everyone left safely. I had a friend who was attacked after leaving a meet so now I make sure all involved leave unharmed." She pauses and seems to think something over. "Nothing has changed for me then. Right thought, right action and right deed." She seems satisfied with her decision. "When finished here I was going to awaken the kami of this place to guard us. Shall we share the work? Split up the day and night between us?"
Blitz
Apr 28 2004, 06:53 AM
:: Smiles. ::
"An excellent idea, Onna-san. Which would you prefer?"