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GM: GM-NAME
Players: PLAYER, PLAYER, PLAYER.
Synopsis: A synopsis of what happened here.
Date: DATE HERE, remember to add 60 years to the year to get the timing right :)
Haley Contacts Rizzo the Rat Shaman.
Meeting with Rizzo is always an interesting thing for Haley. She's never sure where the paranoid little Rat shaman will want to meet. In this case she was told to drive to a parking lot in an abandoned mall in the Warrens. The weight of her droptop shifts as the invisible shaman jumps in beside her. The two roll off while chatting.
"The Dawn of Enlightenment? Oh yeahyeahyeah… totally. I gotthisscream sheet see see see, right, and its likeyeahbabyyeah! Magical peoples'better than the flatvids."
Rizzo then points you to the matrix manifesto posting.
Slipping the Rat shaman a credstick Haley says, "Thanks Rizzo. Oi'll be havin' a magic order come to ya pretty soon. Hermetic stuff, but hey, cred's cred."
Haley contacts Teeg
Teeg is most happy to meet with you. He offers breakfast at the International House of Pancakes, which in the time since the breakup of North AMerica, has gotten a lot more international. "So whats on your mind?" He asks, just after ordering a Rutti Tutti Fresh and Frutti with a straight face.
Settling in for breakfast in a public place is a novel thing for Haley, but what Teeg wants is fine by her. She looks around and she says, "Well hon, Oi'm kinda curious about some things goin' on." She taps the table twice, indicating he might want to switch on his WNG. She rubs her chin with her fingertips as she says, "Lot of things goin' on these days an' Oi'm kinda wonderin' who might be behind it."
Teeg chuckles quietly. "Art of being hidden in plain sight, Quin, is to not draw attention. A static like that would make us draw attention and then people would be curious what we were talking about. We're the only ones in this section, and the waitress is trustworthy."
"Awlright," says Haley taking note of the advice for later use. She takes a breath and she says, "Okay, Oi just can't believe awl these riots are just happening. Oi think there's somethin' behind it that's more than just people being upset about spell castas." She drums her fingers on the tabletop as she says, "Oi'm thinkin' someone wants ta make sure that the spell castas are out of the way for somethin' big comin' on. You hear anythin' about who might be callin' in ringas to cause these fights?"
"Well." Says Teeg as he sips at his soycaff. He looks out the window, over East Colfax. "Something to keep in mind, is there have been precious few riots for riots sake. What you've got, is a lot of frustration, a lot of hate. This is sociology, not criminal behavior. Do you understand what I'm saying, Quin?" He asks, looking back to her and fixing her with a piercing gaze. "This is about the growing gap between the magical haves, and the mundane have-nots."
Nodding her head to that, Haley says, "Well shoot, least there's gonna be work Oi guess." She gives Teeg a bright smile and leans over cupping his cheeks with her hands, she plants a big kiss on his lips with a loud MUAH. Given their relationship this is nothing new to Teeg. She places her fork and spoon on the table pointing up as the waitress returns.
Darius calls Dr. Youngblood
Darius is calling Dr. Micheal Youngblood using a cellphone, currently Darius himself is at the OAL Base in the Ute Sector, in the lounge area, specifically.
Dr. Youngblood takes a few minutes to come on the line. One of his interns takes the call and then tries to find the professor. After a while.. "This is Dr. Youngblood."
Darius speaks, "Hello, it's Mr. Grey. I'm sorry to interrupt Dr. Youngblood, I know you are a busy man and I normally wouldn't contact you unless it was important. I'm sure you've been following the unrest in Denver regarding this SLAP-Act?" he says then, getting right to the point of things. "Well I'm doing a little investigating into the suicide bombing, and the group responsible. I wondered if you had heard anything about them?"
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"SLAP-ACT?" He asks, thinking that over. "Whats the SLAP-ACT? Is that a comedy show?" Asks the man who's not from the UCAS, CAS or directly impacted by its proposed legislation.
Darius ahs, and nods his head, "No, not a comedy show. Far from it infact. It's a Bill that has been proposed to limit the passing on of magical foci, tattoos and quickened spells from the awakened to non-awakend individuals. I'd thought it might have made the news over there, at least. Nevertheless, have you heard anything about the Dawn of Enlightenment? They seem to be a magically active extremist group but I don't know much more than that at the moment."
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"Oh." Says the man. "-THEM-."
Darius pinches his brow a little, rather glad he's on voice only, and then continues as politely as he can. "yes, them. I was wondering what, if anything, you could tell me about them. They recently played some role in a suicide bombing, and I'd like to find out more about their motives and method of operation. Membership, even, though that may be a harder nut to crack."
"Well." he says simply. "They are, from what I understand, a magical supremacist group. Very popular among some of the more radical elements. Nothing drives fundimentalism like religion and superiority, and let us be clear, being magically active combines both."
Darius ahs, and then he says, "So people say. Go on?" he says then, as he takes out his pocket secretary and begins to jot down notes.
"Theres not much to know, really. They got their start over in the middle east and eastern europe, during the Alliance of Allah's attacks on… pretty much everone around them. They were a sort of… Well, middle eastern magical group, the only really -high- magic they had, and the ones who fought Israel the most. After the war, no one ever found much of them."
"These aren't illiterate Shaman. They are some of the most educated men and women the AoA had to offer."
Darius considers this as he jots it down. "Thank you. You don't happen to know what any of their prominent members may be called?" he finally asks.
"Well, you have to understand; After the war, and that was… what…. 33… 34? Yeah. About forty years ago now. After the war, they just disappeared. But recently, they seem to be re-surging. They don't use much real world communications, doing most correspondence in the AStral or via spirit. They espouse now, based on when they tried to recruit me, a strict doctrine of magical superiority, that the 'flatvids' as the kids call them these days, are a chattel race. Only the Awakened are the chosen, who have the Spark as they call it. When I declined, I never heard anything from them. This was maybe 10 years ago."
"I don't have any data on who would be in them now, of course, but there's conspiracy theories on everyone from Ehran Wordsmyth to anyone with pointy ears. Sometimes its impossible to separate the elven conspiracy from the magical conspiracy from the draconic one."
Darius says "Thank you again. I've taken enough of your time- you've been very helpfull. I'm currently looking into this Wells-Fargo incident, too. I'll share what I find on the place with you, if you like. It might make an interesting paper."
"The… what?"
And with that, the pertinent part of the conversation ends.
Darius calls Doctor Allen Young
With that conversation,D arius considers his options for a few moments. Eventually, he hits a new speed-dial number, this time calling one Doctor Allen Young.
Dr. Allen picks up the phone. "This is Allen."
Darius says "Hello Dr. Young, This is Darius. We met recently when you were attacked at a speech here in Denver? I was wondering if I could take a few minutes of your time- I need to know if you know anything about a group called the Dawn of Enlightenment. They're a magically active fundamentalist group who were primarily active some forty years ago in the middle east. They have recently been responsible for a suicide bombing here in Denver."
"Oh, Have they?" Asks Dr. Young. "I wouldn't know anything about that." He says with a gruff tone. "If you haven't noticed, my interests lie in a mana ebb, so magic's not part of our interest area." He says.
Darius ahs, "Well, you're a well connected man- I thought you may have heard rumors. If not, I'm sorry for wasting your time."
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"I've heard some things." he admits then. "The attack on the UCAS, not so much the CAS, has sent some ripples through that sort of community. It may just be… one man operating on his own with out the sanction of his people."
Darius brightens up at this, and sits to attention. "Oh? That's… definitely interesting. I don't suppose you've heard any handles or capabilities?" he asks then.
"Well." Says the man then. "Fireball sounds like a pretty good handle. Have you done -any- research on your own, Mr. Grey?"
Darius pinches the bridge of his nose, and he says, "I was there at the attack. Everything indicates he is very good at covering his tracks, and he favors fire and mind control. He also seems to believe it is his god-given right to rule over non-awakened individuals and those awakened that do not believe the same." he responds. "I also know a thing or two about how they communicate."
"Wouldn't you?" Asks the man then, turning philosophically curious for a moment. "I mean… why put up with laws that you can flout by existence? Tell me if you got a ticket, you wouldn't just erase the police officers mind if you could, and continue on your way?"
Darius considers this for a few moments. "I cannot claim that the thought has not crossed my mind." Darius admits. "But… whether I support his motives or not, this is not the right way to force change. it's short sighted and destructive."
"So is humanity at large, Mr. Grey. What you see is simply social dynamics at work, the empowered few, the entitled few, exercising power, fear, control over the many. Where once it was simply wealth, now there is magic and longevity to help further seperate the haves and the have nots. With that, I bid you good night, Mr. Grey."
Pulse calls James Garden, KE dispatcher
James answers his cellphone, the sounds of a dispatch center in the background. "Garden."
Pulse says "Lieutenant. It's Pauly. How you doing? How's your wife?" Pauly pauses. "Listen, man. I been hearing some things… sounds like damn lone star is getting fucked up lately. You heard anything about those losers and that damn suicide bomber? Deflected a fireball? What IS that shit?"
"Bill Tower was a good cop. 8 years in the CAS Marine Corps, then 10 in Denver. Solid family, good pay, not a mark on his record. No one has a fucking clue. Best we can figure is he was mindraped by some fucking mage and forced to do what he did. Fucking insurance company is ruling it a suicide and invalidating his policy."
Pulse says "That's bullshit, man. That… man, fucking insurance company. You said family? He had a wife and kids, that sort of thing?"
"Yeah. We are human, man."
Pulse says "I believe you, man. Listen…" He hits a few keys on his pocsec, activating a small transfer of funds. "There's a transfer heading your way. Can you make sure that finds its way to his family? I don't know the charities and right places to go for that. Just… the man was worked ten years to protect this city. That should not be forgotten."
«Stats System» Pulse (#3231) just gave you 10000 nuyen for "donation to the dead cops's family fund".
"Well… I can pass it to the general fund. You should get a mail soon about it."
You paged Pulse with 'You have a new contact.'.
Call ends
Pulse calls Tammy Tucker, Reporter.
Pulse leans back, rubbing his chin."Good cop," he murmurs. "Course, Garden's probably lying to me… but it was good to talk." He makes a note to invite James over for dinner next week, and then looks at his list… he sighs. He'll make the call to Tammy, now.
Tammy, out on the scene, takes the call between takes. "Tucker, and you BETTER be nearly here with my SLOTTING LATTE!"
Pulse says "Tammy, beautiful," he says. "It's pauly. I -know- you know why I'm calling. What's the scoop, babe? Who, what, when? Any idea why? What are you doing for dinner?"
She thinks that over. "No, actually, Paully, I have no clue why you're calling. I've been busy the last few days so not following the boxing world."
Pulse mutters. "Right. I mean the past couple days. The suicide bomber. The goddamn senator being moved into colorado springs when the bloody streets are ready to explode as it is."
"What do you want to know?" She asks, then comments… "I'm standing out front of that hospital now, but I have to be on air in 120 seconds, so pretty boy… you better start talking in questions I can answer."
Pulse says "Why was she moved there? I know the burn ward is great, but this city seems to be the last place you'd want someone like that right now. And do you have any footage of the bombing?"
"I have some footage, yes, but you act like Denver's special somehow as compared to any other metroplex. What makes you think its so special; when was the last time you were in Atlanta or New York and actually spent some time there? This is happening EVERYWHERE."
Pulse pauses. "I hadn't thought about that. I would actually have thought Atlanta would be the best place for her… not this close to the NAN, not with the Free Trade Zone being so hard for anyone but Denver to regulate. But fair enough… what do I have to do to get a hold of some of that footage? I'm… well, I'm fucking curious."
"You have to not call me before I go on stage. I'll send you a copy, but its my personal stash. You show it to someoen else and I will have your guts for garters and your cock for a sock, pretty boy. Are we fragging clear?"
Pulse says "Absolutely. And you know all my pre-fight interviews are exclusively yours, just like last time. Break a leg!"
«ADMIN» Vulcan says, "you can read the plotlog and use information from it."
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