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GM: Olga
Players: Blackheart, Lost, Posh
Synopsis: Posh gets a message from someone she worked before, Mr. Flick, in order to get a team together to take a job from a J who’s trying to steal a cane from an orphanage manager, which turns out to be a powerful focus. They are assigned to allow the first J to switch the package meant for the second, while disguised. The second J asks them to retrieve the cane, but instead they attempt to negotiate with the target, doing a favor for him in exchange for the prize. A three-in-one run!
Date: 11/7/2075
Posh gets a voice message from of all people Mr Flick "I was so impressed with your as a runner I have more work if your interested, nothing that should be to troublesome. Meet me with your team at Black Bird park and I will have the details for you. Say 5:30pm?
The redheaded elf gives a little smile as she receives said message - it's Mr. Flick, the dapper giant, again. She smiles. "And there he is now," she says, to Lost and Blackheart, who she was already hanging out with, one glass in to some wine. "Looks like if we get ourselves to Blackbird Park, we've got a meet," she says. "Last time Mr. Flick had us work having good scouting was important," she says. "So how about we go and see what he has to say?"
Blackheart finishes her glass of wine and sets it down, nodding her head in agreement. "Sounds good," she says, reaching forward to pull her boots on. "Lost, are you good to drive? I haven't had a ride in Loretta yet," she says, giving the dark haired elf a little nudge with her elbow.
Lost sets her unfinished second glass of wine down and gets up from her seat with a grin, "Well, I'm only feeling /slightly/ tipsy, so I suppose we might as well go and hear the man out." With that said, she disappears briefly to change into her street clothes, throwing her SecureTech jacket on before returning to nod at Blackheart, "I don't think we'll be endangered /too/ much if we drive up to the park." With that said, she grabs her key fob before heading down to the parking garage and into the car she's affectionately dubbed 'Loretta'.
Posh grins and moves to follow. "All right then," she says, letting the dark haired elf take the lead, and drive the gang on over, smoothing down her jacket a minute and grabbing her wide-strapped purse.
Mr Flick it seems has beaten you to the park. Once again Isabella is with him as she stands behind him doing her bodyguard thing. Mr. Flick, Well Mr. Flick sits in a troll size foldout stool in front of a easel and canvas and appears to be painting a tree in the park as the sun sets behind it, he is actually pretty damn good as he makes amazing use of color and form. Eh who knew it a Troll artist/Johnson. As you show up Isabella waves to you to get your attention, well not that she would need to Missing a Troll painting in an Armani suit is really, really hard.
Mr Flick it seems has beaten you to the park. Once again Isabella is with him as she stands behind him doing her bodyguard thing. Mr. Flick, Well Mr. Flick sits in a troll size foldout stool in front of a easel and canvas and appears to be painting a tree in the park as the sun sets behind it, he is actually pretty damn good as he makes amazing use of color and form. Eh who knew it a Troll artist/Johnson. As you show up Isabella waves to you to get your attention, well not that she would need to Missing a Troll painting in an Armani suit is really, really hard.
Blackheart grins as Lost agrees to drive, and she reaches down to finish off her friend's wine while she gets dressed up. Following her down to the garage, her eyes light up again as she looks over the musclecar with appreciation. She loves every minute of the drive over to the park and gets out looking like a little kid at an amusement park who was finally tall enough for the roller coaster. "I gotta say, Lost, I'm hella jealous!"
Posh can't quite resist the touch of the amusement playing at her lips - she's clearly impressed by the Johnson's flair for the dramatic. Posh certainly can respect a good bit of branding. She nods to the other two and moves to step forward. "Planning on opening a gallery, Mr. Flick?" she asks, with a bright smile. "What can we do for you today?"
Lost grins at Blackheart, winking as she settles into the vehicle, "Money well spent. Come on, we'll be at Blackbird Park in two shakes." The engine rumbles to life with a deep, throaty roar, but most of the car's horsepower is wasted during the lesiurely drive up to the park on surface streets. Lost has the good fortune of finding an unoccupied row of parking spaces along the side of the road, pulling into one without needing to pull off a parallel parking job. Turning the engine off, she gets out, waiting for Posh and Blackheart to leave the vehicle before locking the doors and engaging the anti-theft system with an audible beeping noise, and then strolls behind Posh as she makes a beeline for the painting troll.
Isabella looks to Mr. Flick and says softly "Remember when you told me to tell you when you where ranting boss?" She grins and gives him a wink. Mr. Flick smiles as he says and right you are my dear." He then claps his hands together and says "But I digress, I need a favor. A very un-agreeable, Ill say associate of mine is going to come calling on your Miss Posh soon. I need you to take his job. He is going to ask you to retrieve something and I need for you to bring it to me first. Do this and Ill pay you and your motley band of Valkyrie 75 thousand. Cheap bastard will probably not offer you allot so this should make amends for helping me out with my little dilemma. Bring me the item and I will offer a replacement and none shall be the wiser."
"Sounds easy enough…" Lost muses, taking a moment to gauge the reaction of her comrades before turning to Mr. Flick with a smile, "Anything you can tell us about the job we'll be taking from your associate? If not… still sounds like something that should be doable. Of course, it'd always be nice to have some more details to work with, if only so we can compare them with what your associate has to say." She shifts her weight from one leg to the other, hands sliding into the pockets of her SecureTech jacket.
Blackheart listens for a moment, and nods her head, feeling good about a swicheroo when it's decided beforhand, when they come up sudden, she always seems to feel bad about it, professional ethics or something. "Sounds good," she agrees, glancing to Lost, then Posh to see her take on it.
Posh gives a smile, although she seems a little wary. "I'm all for helping you, Mr. Flick, but I'm sure you understand, I can't do that as…me, right?" she says. "This is a favor for you, but Posh doesn't turn on people who hire her to do things - that would create a big problem. I suppose I'd rely on personal trust but - I want to ensure that you don't mind if I create another persona for this?" she asks.
Mr. Flick smiles to Lost and says "Oh it could be anything really, I have no idea except it will be probably a none tech item of everyday use and it will be made out of metal. I doubt the owner will even know what he has." He then rubs his hands together and adds "Trust me once you meet Lynch you wont feel so bad about what I am asking you to do. Isabella chimes in and says "Most un-agreeable is a polite way of saying the man is street garbage, he almost never hires the same team twice because nobody is willing to work for him." Mr. Flick then nods to Isabella and then turns to you as he says with a genuine tone of gratitude "Oh and I thank you for finding and returning Wanda to me, she is getting the help she needs, my god daughter is very special to me and I owe all involved a big favor."
Mr. Flick pulls out a cellphone and offers it to Posh and says "He should be calling within the hour to set a meet up, I went through allot of trouble to make sure it was you and your people he would be contacting, had to pull allot of strings and more than a few favors to set this up." He then grins to Posh and says "No names where given, just this number."
Blackheart smiles at mention of it taking an hour before the phone call. That will give her plenty of time to sober up and get her things from the clubhouse. She nods her head and crosses her arms before her, "Sounds good to me," she says agreeably.
Lost glances in Posh's direction, pursing her lips thoughtfully, "That sounds like a good idea, actually. Since /we're/ the ones pulling the switcheroo here, might as well go the whole nine and do the job with aliases and disguises." Grinning, she continues, "A little earlier and we'd have been in time for Halloween. Oh well."
"Fair enough," says Posh with a smile. "All right, you've got yourself a deal. We'll help you out," she says. "And, well, you seem like good people, Mr. Flick.” she says. "We'll take your word for it that this'll turn out straight." As the others had seemed quite positively disposed, she grins, sealing the deal - ready for Lost to drive the gang in Loretta, now, to the meet location. Posh plans to prepare disguises along the way.
Mr. Flick laughs as he says "I will happily accept." Isabella looks to Mr. Flick and says "Sire you have that dinner date in an hour with the chief." Mr. Flick nods and says "Right you are my dear." He grins and says I swear id lose my head if it was not for miss Isabella here." He then adds "Well if there is nothing else I will leave you to it. My number for the next 48 hours is programmed into that phone I gave you, I look forward to hearing from you."
Drawing the key fob from her pocket, Lost hands the fob over to Posh with a grin, "If we're going incognito, might as well pretend that this isn't my car. So why don't you drive? Pick a color for the PV paint, and we'll all use the time we have before the meet to get into character or whatever." She adds, heading for the passenger side of the vehicle and getting in.
«Plot» Posh says, "Posh negotiated for Contact Intro to Mr. Flick for all three players present, requesting adjusted payout from 75k down to 60."
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Disguise for "Posh +2 hair/eyes":
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«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Disguise for "Posh +2 hair/eyes KP 1/6":
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«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Disguise for "Lost":
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«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Disguise for "Blackheart":
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«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Disguise for "Blackheart KP 2/6":
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Posh begins creating the disguises for the meet on Lost's suggestion. She doesn't manage to do her best, but she's going for the easiest possible challenge: just disguising each as unrecognizable to a general observer. Such a disguise is usually very hard to penetrate without specific information, but a little mistake in execution might be noticed.
Its about 20 minutes into Posh's fantasy makeover session the cell phone rings and the name Lynch flashes across the screen. The music for the ringtone has been humorously changed to the Imperial Death March and a picture of Palpatine is on the screen.
"Oh, I love Star Trek!" Posh mary poppinses as she looks at the little pocket phone. She clears her throat and holds it to her ear, while Blackheart watches, amused. "Yes?" she asks, waiting for whatever details Lunch would dispense for the next stage of the shadowrun. Blackheart frowns as she looks at her black sunglasses, sighing as she tucks her mirrored aviators into the pocket of her coat, her fibre optic mullet shifting from black to a blonde. She pops her collar and looks in the mirror, thinking this look would work in a mall foodcourt 90 years ago.
On the phone is the voice of an older sounding man as he says "I was told through my contacts that you might be interested in a little work? If So please meet me at these coordinates at eight (2 hours) and I will give you the mission specifics." Then the voice simply hangs up, because well no need for advertising what your doing on phone lines that may or may not have security. Only problem is the location for the meet is in an ally in the Warrens.
Lost finds herself transformed by Posh with some tactically applied make up, and makes herself comfortable in the passenger seat of her car while the group waits for the call to come in from Lynch. After the brief, one-sided conversation, she chuckles to herself before looking at the other two members of the team in turn, "Ok. So we've got some time… should we grab a little more gear and change vehicles, maybe bring the van into the 'Rens instead? I'm afraid Loretta might draw too much attention on the other side of the Wall."
Blackheart nods her head and deadpans into the mirror. "Eight hours dressed up like a mall rat?" she sighs and checks her watch. "A mall rat meeting Johnsons in the dead of night." She cracks a smirk and nods her head to Lost, "That would be a good idea, even with a troll guarding Loretta, some mangey scav would probably breathe all over her," she agrees.
Lynch is in the ally leaning against a dumpster and accompanied by two others, a dwarf and an elf. By the look of him the dwarf is probably a hermetic of some kind, and the elf looks like a freaking secretary of all things at first glance, but only at first glance. As you look at her closer you notice she is only pretending to have a submissive demeanor, but really she is probably a predator posing as a house pet.
Lynch is a middle aged man that has a very J Jonah Jameson type quality to him. He smokes a large cheap cigar and wears a cheap suit. As you approach he simply nods and says "After this run is over if any of you wanna make a few extra bucks." He gives you all a lewd longing look before he says "I need you to go find this man." He hands out a picture of a white haired elf. "He has a rune carved walking stick, steel, and I have an interested party in buying it from me. Now I don't care about how you get it for me and Ill pay you." He seems to give it some thought and then says 20 grand for it, and well if you want to earn a little extra after the run another grand." He then plops his cigar into his mouth and takes a long drag from it before sending out a cloud of foul smelling smoke.
Posh gives a nod to Mr. Lynch, ignoring the statement as the man looks over the three. "We can certainly discuss further employment after this job," she says, with a smile. "So you'd like us to get the walking stick off the elf, and you'd like for us to deliver it to you." She nods. "Very well, I think we can accomplish this mission for you. Your price is also acceptable. Can we make our decision after the run? If one of us were wounded, you see, you might not get full value, afterwards, and we'd hate to shortchange you," she explains. "And we'd be grateful for any further information on who the man that owns the target walking stick."
Lost strikes a pose behind Posh, arms folded, gaze obscured by her shades as she keeps a close eye on Lynch and his compatriots. She turns her head slightly away from the cloud of cigar smoke and does her best to ignore the man's lewd gaze, keeping her mouth shut. It would seem she's quite content to let Posh do the talking here, and it would seem Blackheart is of a similar mind in that regard as well.
"He hangs out here in the Warrens, lives here someplace. I am sure you can ask around about him and someone will know where to find him. When you get the stick call me and Ill have someone come by and fetch it for me and bring you your money." He then grins a slimy grin and adds "And if any of you want to make a little extra a ride to my hotel room." He waggles his eyebrows." He then makes a shewing motion and says "Now go fetch me my stick!" Yea he has THAT much charm.
Posh is a little surprised - but figures that he must have some kind of weird talismonger's shop near the Rez. The owner of the cane, not Lynch. In any case, she plasters a smile on her phyz, as if she's tempted. "We'll discuss that after we finish…indeed," she says, with a warm smile, before she nods back to the others. "I think I know just who to call."
She rings up the finest, cleverest potato cone dealer in the 'Rens, to as if he's ever heard of such a fellow.
«So, Georgie, any idea where I might be able to locate this fellow?» she asks, along with providing a time-deleted copy of the picture, to self-delete in thirty seconds. She figure Georgie at least has a pocsec. If not, well, it's a trip out to see him in the van, over by the Rez.
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Etiquette for "Remotely getting info":
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Lil'Georgie answers the phone and when asked/shown a picture of the elf he says "Yea thats that Trip guy, I dont know his haunts but I seen em on the street with a bunch of kids, I mean guy ALWAYS seems to have a kid around him for some weird reason. I mean he treats them proper but still I took notice." He then says "Come to think of it some creepy dude was in here asking queshtions about Tripp and his kids the other night, Iv seen him around the warrens now and then, but trust me I just think that dude is a pile of trouble waiting to happen.
Lost grins at Blackheart, "I'm feeling a little peckish myself. Oh well… we'll get a pizza or something when we're through. Or maybe we'll even run into Lil'Georgie on our way through the 'Rens." She chuckles softly before turning her attention to Posh, "So. Unfortunately that doesn't really give us an area to search. I guess we'll just have to be on the look out for kids on the street. Or, I don't know, maybe there's a playground or something in the 'Rens somewhere."
«Thanks, LG. Can you tell me more about this Tripp, his kids, who they are, and where to find them? I think they might be in trouble.»
"Think this Trip runs an orphanage? Kind of sounds like it, if he's always got kids in tow," Blackheart comments, thinking for a moment or two. "We could look for a home for wayward children or something. Sounds like it's an unofficial type thing, maybe hit up that soup kitchen, they might know more."
Commlink-Posh> Posh sends, « Why would someone want someone's cane unless it was a magic item of some sort? And who would have a magic item and a bunch of kids, except someone who perhaps trains and guards and protects Awakened kids or something like that? »
LG seems to give it some thought and says "Na thick as thieves and twice as tight lipped. I don't know where they hang their hat but he's got about a dozen or so he cares for I think. Don't know for sure its hard to keep track." He gives it some more though and then snaps his fingers "You know fat Tony might know something, he is a local fence."
Commlink-Jett> Blackheart sends, « I don't know, but I'd be interested to learn what this cane is about. It certainly sounds important. Let's get to the Souk and see if we can spot some of his little rascals. »
Lost shifts her weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other, "Maybe I'm a cynic, but I would seriously question the motives of anyone running an orphanage out of the 'Rens. Though… I guess there's a lot less hassle involved there than trying to get the kids legal SINs and housing them on the other side of the Wall…" Trailing off, she shrugs before continuing on a different topic over comms, « Anyway, the stick is likely magical, I can't think of any other reason someone would want it. »
Posh smiles. "Want to trade Loretta for the van, if we're entering the Rens?" she asks Lost. "In any case," she says…we've clearly got to find this Fat tony so that we can find out about this Tripp," she says. "But I'd rather do a little more preliminary work, to see if we can get an info packet. I'm concerned about Tripp being tipped off if we ask around."
She she collates the information Lil Georgie into an info packet, adds it to the picture, and then consults her info dealer: Where can I find Tripp?
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Etiquette:
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«Plot» Posh says, "since we're headed into the rens, any objection to swapping Loretta for the van, Lost?"
«Plot» Lost says, "Nope."
And, then, Posh is going to ask Georgie where to find Fat Tony, the fence, if she doesn't get useful info to pin down where Tripp and his likely magic orphanage can be found.
"I mean, I'm not saying it isn't commendable to care for children in need," Lost begins, "But… well, yeah, I expect there to be some element of a sweatshop involved. After all, there's a lot of upkeep involved in caring for children, and most people in the Rens don't really have the ability to keep paying for that out of pocket." Shaking her head, she stops, "No sense worrying about that. Let's find this guy."
Posh nods. "Not saying you're wrong," she says. "But, well…hate to say it, but…" She chuckles. "Oh, my goodness. A person with my accent should probably not be heard saying it's better to let the children be put to work than starve…" She looks around a bit.
When you contact Dirk he agrees to run a few checks based on the photo for you. Takes about ten minutes before he calls back and says "What is this some kind of Joke?" He then brings up a picture of your elf from 20 years ago, well according to the time stamp. There is a heavily redacted file with his picture on it and the RenRaku corporate logo. Seems your Mr Tripp is Winston Walters, a former wage mage for the Ren. Seems he did some very black bag work for his former corporation, some kind of acquisition team. Acording to his file he is dead. Other than that his file is largely erased.
«Not at all. Thank you, Dirk. Here's an extra two grand for that.» Posh likes to pay her info dealers well. "All right," she says, sending off a message to Georgie, asking where Fat Tony the fence can be found. If Georgie doesn't know, then Sean Murphy who runs a gang unit with KE for the Rens, can probably help - this 'Fat Tony' sounds like the kind of guy who got his name not for his weight, but for how easy he is to squeeze.
"Huh, would you look at that," Blackheart says, looking over Posh's shoulder at the picture. "Seems we're after a runner of sorts." She looks up, "Good place to hide, the Rens. This guy's probably really bad news," she figures.
Everyone knows where Tony's Pawn is, there really is like not foot work to find it. Is he easy to squeeze, maybe but at the same time Tony is a … hefty fellow to say the least. (Pretty much looks like the Pawn Shop guy from the Crow Movie)
"Maybe he's turned over a new leaf, taking care of Awakened orphans in the 'Rens." Lost suggests hopefully, "Or maybe he's molding them all into magical urban assassins!" She adds with a slight grin as the gang presumably rolls out in the general direction of Tony's Pawn.
«Plot» Olga says, " Roll for BS 101.:P"
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Etiquette + 4 for "BS MA":
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«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Negotiation + 4 for "BS PHD":
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Blackheart feigns interest in some of the wares in Fat Tony's shop, keeping her eyes on the street outside to see if Tony's hooked in with the local gangs while Posh chats him up.
Lost similarly paces around the shop toward the entrance, looking at this and that, occasionally glancing over toward where Posh is expertly extracting information from the man.
Tony looks to Posh and then nods his head as he says "Annie makes a drop after close tonight, she can get your message where you need to get it." He speaks as if you should know who Annie is, like anyone that knows Tripp knows Annie. "In fact I was about to close up and she shows up like 10 minutes after at the back door."
Blackheart perks up at the news of the drop that approaches, she nods her head and looks out over the street, wondering if they're being watched, trying to spot any kids paying extra attention on the pawn shop.
Posh gives a smile at Tony. "Sounds fab," she says. "I'll go to wait for Annie then," she says, giving a smile.
When she meets Annie, she steps back a bit, surprised, at the quick response. "Hey hey," she says. "Well, I didn't know him as Tripp," she says. "Back in the day, I just knew him as Winston," she says, with a little smile.
Annie gives you all look that she still does not trust you, well completely. She covers the blade with her coat and says "Ill give him a call." She then quickly adds "But if your trying to hurt him I swear Ill make you bleed." She then turns and pulls out her phone and says into it. "Timmy, send a runner to Dad and tell him we have friends of his at Tonys. They say it is important." She then hangs up the phone and says "He will call back in a few minutes." Seems the kids have some sort of cheap street security going on through double calls and a physical messenger.
Annie drops a bag of something on the counter and looks to Tony and says "Trip says 5k." Odd for a man like Tony but her just hands over the cred without bothering to check, as if they have done this dance and there is a system of trust here."
Blackheart looks over little orphan Annie and her shock of blue hair. A fond smile forms on her lips, as she remembers her own youth on the streets, only she relied on an automatic weapon rather than a dagger or sword. As Lost responds, blackheart leans back on the counter, letting them both chat with the youth.
"Trust me, kid," Lost replies, still wearing a bright smile fixed on Annie as she raises her hands to show she's not a threat, lowering them when the teen covers her blade with her coat, "At this range, the only person likely to get hurt is me." Glancing down briefly, she subvocalizes over the comm line, « I sure hope we don't have to beat up a bunch of kids to get this damn walking stick. »
Blackheart follows the others out into the alleway, glancing about. The sight of the menacing spirits on the astral plane comes as a bit of a surprise. She takes a steadying breath and looks over their new friend Winston, studying him from behind her dark glasses, relying on her low light vision to really pick out any details, but she doesn't spy the steel cane they're after.
Posh nods to Lost. "Well, I'll do it if I have to. If we don't," she says. "That Lynch guy is going to be after it. I wouldn't be surprised if Tripp even is the original client of Mr. Flick," she says, with a little chuckle.
Lost heads out into the alley with the rest of the group, glancing meaningfully at Blackheart after spotting the pair of City spirits hanging out nearby. « Couple of city spirits here… » She informs Posh subvocally over the commline, « Probably not a coincidence. Tripp's not carrying the right walking stick, either. » With that said, she flashes a smile at the elf,
It does not take long before a second call is made, this time to Annie. She answers her phone and nods more to herself than anyone else as she says "Okay Ill tell them." She then looks to you and says "He is out back in the ally." She herself walks out the back door and into the night leading the way.
Outside is well the Elf in question sitting on the hood of a broken down old car as he studies the group and says "Ello, ello, now I don't ever remember a more lovely group of ladies, but I am sure I don't remember you." He then gives a charming smile and says "And I am sure I would have remembered if I had my darlings." He then slides off the hood of the car and says "Now whatever could you want with little ole me?" One would note he has a cane but it is made of wood not steel.
Posh gives a smile to Tripp. "Well," she says, "We're afraid that we need to…well, to take your cane from you," she admits. "You might be in danger as long as you are possessing it. The nastiest fellows are after that thing. I know it might be valuable to you," she says, glancing at Annie for a moment. "But is it really worth everything you've got here?" she asks. "If you don't let us secure it, and take it away from you, you, and all the kids here could be in danger," she says, sadly. "I know, that sounds like a threat, but I assure you, it isn't. A very nasty man hired me to retrieve it," she confesses. "But looking at this situation, well…you seem like a man who might be willing to come to some sort of accomodation," she says.
Trip says "Accommodating situations you say? Now why would you be going through such a fuss for an old relic like that?" As he speaks it is with a south London accent. He looks to you with a look of cat like curiosity" Stole that cane off some bloke a few weeks back and this is the second time someone has asked about it." He leans forward and says "You can understand why it has a bloke all kinds of curious now cant you?" He then leans back and says "Yes I ave it, and nothing is free in this life. Got it tucked away safer than safe I do." He then gives a wide grin and says "Now tonight is your lucky night as it where. It seems backs need scratchin and just so happens I have one you can scratch for me and I will scratch yours in return!"
He grins wide and says "Ow bout it Lass's, one quickie scratch for ole Tripp and he will give you your hearts desire! Nothing lurid mind you, some folks been causing problems for me and mine and I would like them convinced to move to greener pastures as it where. Convince them that Trip and his lill birds are not worth all this fuss and show them to the border and Ill get you your fancy third leg."
Posh gives a smile at Tripp. "Well, Tripp, it seems like being rather forthright with you was the right decision," she says, with a bright smile. "Perhaps that's the reward I get for sitting through a meet with that sleazeball Lynch."
Posh chuckles. "How do I give you a quick 'scritch?'
Blackheart blinks as Trip seems to have some sense to him. She looks to Lost, then Posh, then back to Trip. «You mean this guy's actually going to be reasonable?» she subvocalizes, astonished at the fortuitous turn of events. With the spectral muscle hanging out in the alleyway, she was sure they were walking into a trap.
Trip grins and says "Black oak Motel, There is a gang that recently moved in. Now I ave it on the best of authorities that they are not what they seem, no not by a shot that's long luv. Snatchers they be, Oh I don't know for who but they are after the little birds that sparkle. Work for some out of town outfit. You convince these snatchers that there are greener pastures to be add and you and yours can ave your old stick.
Posh nods. "It doesn't sound like you want 'em dead, but it sounds like you'd like 'em taught a lesson, maybe declawed," she says. "Is that about the sum of it?" she asks.
Lost manages to hide her disbelief, if only barely. After the shock wears off, it's simple enough to ease into a friendly smile to match Tripp's grin. She nods in agreement with Posh, "Or we might be able to persuade these snatchers to leave town. Either way, I think we can come to an agreement, here, don't you?"
Tripp grins as he says "Just want them gone luv, boot to ass, shows them the door show them the door as it where. I don't care if they walk out it on their own, or get carried out of it." He reaches over and motions and a little Ork girl walks out and looks to you all with adorable eyes the size of saucers, maybe nine years old. "I told you to stay home lass." He sighes and looks to you all and says "They is after my birds and I want my birds safe. Don't care how its done want them gone and good for like!"
Posh gives a grin. "All right, then," she says, heading over the van. "Let's go pay these ganger boys a visit," she says. "Loud and fast, and then out quick, Rebounds," she says, programming the site, and getting information on the mapping from her Denver map autosoft.
As the van pulls up to the cheap motel Posh offers a firm nod. "All right," she says. "Out and in fast," she says, ready to burst out the door and approach the lock as quietly as possible…unless some of the enforcers are hanging around outside.
Blackheart nods her head, on board with the plan. She hops into the van and loads up her guns with rebounds Posh has in stock. "Okay, let's go sort these clowns out," she says as Posh leads the way in. She gets her mirror shades and closes her eyes briefly, using them to turn herself invisible for the assault.
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls Sorcery + 5 vs TN 5 for "Improved Invisibility F2, sustaining focus.":
1 1 1 1 2 3 3 4 5 5 5 14 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls Willpower vs TN 3 for "soaking M drain, need 4 for soak.":
1 3 3 5 5 10 = 5 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Blackheart (#12120) rolls Sorcery + 5 - 1 vs TN 4 for "kp 1":
1 2 3 4 4 4 5 5 7 8 9 = 8 Successes
These are not pros, just some lowlifes that grabs magical kids off the streets and sell them to the mega corps. Hell any half ass decent team will have a lookout, but these goons are slothful enough they did not even bother. There is only one room with a light on in the old motel, and the room next to it has the humm of an old generator.
Posh covers her lips and moves to head into the generator room. Since everyone on the team has some sort of improved vision, she figures that will provide an advantage. Not even that, someone might come to check on the power. So she checks to see quickly if there's a maglock." «Blackheart. Load with rebounds and stay invisible. When someone comes out to check on the power, gun 'em down if Lost can't drop them silently with a spell.»
And with this simple plan in mind, Posh approaches the generator room, to see if she can get access.
Blackheart follows along and takes up position behind a bit of cover so she has a good line on the room they'll be coming out of. «Copy that, I'm ready for them» she says, her guns out and leveled at the door, her cybernetic eyes giving her the ability to see in the dark with handy little targets where her guns are pointing.
Lost follows as well, and finds herself a spot in cover from which to run overwatch, taking a deep breath as she gestures with one hand, working a quick spell. « Give me a second here and I should be set to get the drop on anyone that should happen by. »
«Auto-Judge[]» Lost (#4658) rolls Sorcery + Spell Pool: 4 vs TN 6 for "F6 Increased Reflexes":
1 3 3 4 4 4 5 10 11 16 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Lost (#4658) rolls Willpower + Spell Pool: 2 - 3 vs TN 4 for "Resisting D stun, needs 8 suxx. KP1":
1 4 8 10 10 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Lost (#4658) rolls Willpower + Spell Pool: 2 - 7 vs TN 4 for "Resisting D stun, needs 8 suxx. KP3":
1 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Lost (#4658) rolls Willpower + Spell Pool: 2 - 7 vs TN 4 for "Resisting D stun, needs 8 suxx. KP6":
3 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Lost says, "L stun taken."
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Electronics B/R + 1 vs TN 4 for "Task pool":
1 1 1 3 3 5 = 1 Success
Posh takes the silent option, working on opening the door, so that she can get in and shut down the generator.
Its a generator, almost ancient really tech wise. Not every hard to disable, or simply turn off.
And that's all Posh does, flipping the switch and looking for a place in the generator room to hide, stationary, under her Armante ruth cloak, hood up.
Blackheart checks that both of her XSGS are loaded up with rebounds. Nice and invisible, she's all ready to get the drop!
Voices in the next room moan in protest as someone says "Jake your turn, go put gas in that damn thing." There is a moaning of floor boards as jake stands up and heavy foot steps as he walks to the door. A moment later the door opens and a HUGE ass troll steps outside into the night air and says "I swear you guys are not paying me enough to be muscle for this." He then starts to make his way to the other room.
Commlink-Posh> Posh sends, « Lost. As soon as he's clear from the sight of their windows… »
Commlink-Memory> Lost sends, « Put him to sleep, got it. »
Does not take long since all the windows around here are boarded up. he ducks out one door and then steps over to thye next to duck down and go inside.
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Reaction vs TN 2 for "Ambush!":
2 2 3 3 4 4 4 4 4 5 = 10 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Lost (#4658) rolls Reaction vs TN 3:
1 3 3 4 4 7 = 5 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Olga (#8898) rolls 4 vs TN 4:
2 3 4 5 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 6 vs TN 2 for "Blackheart":
1 2 3 4 5 10 = 5 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Initiative with a result of 21.
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 4 for "+6 BH init":
1 3 4 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Olga (#8898) rolls 1 for "goon 1 +8":
3
«Auto-Judge[]» Olga (#8898) rolls 1 for "goon 2 +8":
3
«Auto-Judge[]» Lost (#4658) rolls 4 for "+6 -1 Init, +3d6 from Increase Reflexes.":
2 3 5 11
«Plot» Posh says, "Holding action until after Lost and Blackheart go."
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Stealth for "+12 ruth (+8 vs troll)":
1 1 3 3 4 4 5
«Plot» Lost says, "Are the two goons within 8 meters of each other?"
«Auto-Judge[]» Olga (#8898) rolls 4 vs TN 13:
2 4 5 10 = 0 Successes
Commlink-Posh> Posh sends, « Go ahead, Lost. I'll take it if I have to… »
Posh has been able to note the tight quarters, and well, sometimes, the point girl's got to be the point girl.
«Auto-Judge[]» Lost (#4658) rolls Sorcery + Spell Pool: 4 vs TN 8 for "F6 Stunball against two goons.":
2 3 3 3 3 5 9 10 13 17 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Lost (#4658) rolls Willpower + Spell Pool: 2 vs TN 2 for "Resisting S stun, need 6 suxx.":
1 2 2 3 4 4 5 13 = 7 Successes
«Plot» Lost says, "Stunball was cast at M damage."
«Auto-Judge[]» Olga (#8898) rolls 9 vs TN 7 for "mage":
2 2 3 3 4 5 7 9 10 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Olga (#8898) rolls 9 vs TN 7 for "mage":
2 2 3 3 4 5 7 9 10 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Olga (#8898) rolls 9 - 3 vs TN 7 for "mageKP 1/6":
1 3 4 4 4 11 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Olga (#8898) rolls 9 - 4 vs TN 7 for "mageKP 3/6":
1 1 3 7 7 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Olga (#8898) rolls 4 vs TN 7 for "troll doll":
2 4 5 8 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Olga (#8898) rolls 4 vs TN 7 for "troll doll":
2 4 5 8 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Olga (#8898) rolls 4 vs TN 7 for "goon 2":
1 5 5 17 = 1 Success
Though the troll might be a large and potentially dangerous target, Lost instead opts to try and take out two birds with one stone. Or stunball as the case may be. Making a nearly imperceptible gesture with her left hand, she tosses a big, bluish ball of magical energy into the room where the pair of goons are posted up, hoping it'll be enough to take them out of the fight, and if not, slow them down considerably.
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Willpower vs TN 6 for "Resist":
1 1 2 2 2 2 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Willpower vs TN 6 for "Resist KP":
1 2 3 3 4 9 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Willpower vs TN 6 for "Soak?":
1 2 3 3 5 8 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Willpower - 1 vs TN 6 for "Soak?":
3 4 5 8 10 = 2 Successes
Posh oofs it big time as the powerful spell has its effect, slumping down heavily, painfully, with a groan. Well, that didn't work so great - usually, Posh doesn't just go down to a stunball! But then again, Lost has been getting pretty damn hoss.
The troll just gets a rather suprised look on his face, for like a 5th of a secodn and then down he goes. In the next room you head someone giving an angry shout about sneaky magical bastards.
That's Blackheart's signal to charge on in, getting ready to give a barrage of rebounds to any enemies that she sees! And the troll even opened the door for her! What luck!
«OOC» Olga says, "BH can get into the room as a movment action."
Blackheart charges on in. "Yaaaarrr!" she belts out, opening up with those suppressed SMGs. Man, there's rebounds everywhurrr!!
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 6 vs TN 5 for "running, close range, smgs":
1 2 3 4 4 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 6 vs TN 5 for "running, close range, smgs":
1 1 2 5 5 9 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 6 vs TN 6 for "running, close range, smgs off hand":
1 2 3 3 5 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 6 vs TN 6 for "running, close range, smgs off hand":
1 1 2 2 4 10 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Olga (#8898) rolls 5 vs TN 4:
2 3 4 5 5 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Olga (#8898) rolls 5 vs TN 5:
2 3 3 10 11 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Olga (#8898) rolls 5 vs TN 5 for "kp 5/6":
1 1 5 8 9 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Olga (#8898) rolls 5 - 2 vs TN 5 for "kp 5/6":
4 9 14 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Olga (#8898) rolls 5 for "Body Shot one":
1 4 4 4 5
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«Auto-Judge[]» Olga (#8898) rolls 5 for "Body Shot two":
1 1 2 4 5
Posh is indeed knocked the F out by Lost's spell, but hey, she'd turned off the generator. She gets loaded into the van, though, by Blackheart quickly, while Lost is able to check on who's there.
With the cleanup taken care of, and any who seems to be not under the care of the rescue, Posh gets brought to with a stim patch from Lost's savior, shaking her head a bit.
So you have two more little birds as Trip would put it. After BH secures the Thrio you find files on potential street kids with magic and a file on Tripp as an unknown who harbors them. Seems they were going to hit him next in hopes of luring out another 3 children, 2 you have seen. At this location, nobody is coming to help, gun shots is like a flare for the locals to stay the fuck out for tonight.
A little woozy, Posh brings her hand to her head. "Well," she says. "That was…quite a different one," she says, with a little chuckle. She shakes her head a little, with a smile. "Well," she says. "Let's bring the kids back to Tripp, and see if he makes good on his word about the cane," she says.
Lost looks concerned. "Are you sure you're going to be all right? You should really take care of yourself…I didn't mean to…"
Posh shakes her head. "No, really, Lost. In fact, you did the right thing," she says. "None of us even got properly hurt," she says. "Anyway, I think it's best we…" She grins. "Get back to Tripp, to get the cane to Flick, to get the fake cane to Lynch," she says, apparently quite amused with the way this interesting job has turned out.
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Charisma vs TN 7 for "Defaulting":
1 1 1 1 2 2 2 2 2 4 4 7 7 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Charisma - 2 vs TN 7 for "Defaulting KP 5/6?":
1 2 2 3 3 5 5 5 5 5 8 = 1 Success
Posh focuses on those who remain alive, after waking them. She slowly peels off her realskinn and attempts to be as convincingly bloodthirsty as possible as she informs them that it wouldn’t be a good idea to come back.
The Human and Troll seem to think it is NEVER a good Idea to set foot in Denver Again, the mage, well he is at the maybe I will and, well no he does not seem eager to meet the furious trio once more. Upon returning to trip he upholds the end of his bargain as he offers over an old Steel cane from the lathe 14th century with an ivory grip. Along the shaft of the cane carved into the steel of the cane are a series of glyphs, runes that look damn hard to place. Trip shrugs and says "I tried to read them Luv, but well beyond my meager abilities I am afraid." The inscribed runes are done with a masters hand and spiral wrap the cane telling a story that is a mix of Runes from around the world. For even those that read such things it is pure gibberish, almost as if there is some kind of code on the cane.
Posh chuckles a bit, narrowing her eyes," she says, taking a glance at the runes. "Seems interesting, but beyond my ken too," she says. "In any case, thank you very much. Glad that I could have been of service, Tripp," she says, with a little smirk, before she calls up Flip to arrange to make the switcheroo.
Flick is excited to see the cane and says "Marvelous isn't it? Men have been chasing this for ages past and here this little gem has found its way into my grasp. This is one of those moments you have to stand back and admire the art." He looks it over and then hands it to Isabella. She quickly pulls out a briefcase and sets up a miniature x-ray machine and then takes pictures of it every way possible. Just when you cant do anything else to study this thing in the field She looks to her boss and says "Sorry we got what we need." Flick smiles sadly and says "Alas we can not have it falling into the wrong hands." He nods to Isabella who starts a spell to shape metal as she 'moves' the runes around. As she works Flick flinches and says "Breaks my heart it does." Oh the changes are subtle but whatever was coded on the stick is lost forever now into gibberish. Isabella hand the cane back to you and Flick smiles sadly. "It is harmless enough to hand over to Lynch now lass."
Posh gives a grin. "Well, that's good," she says, sending a message to Lync. «Unfortunately, I don't think I'll be able to take up on your offer. All three of us were shot in the face, I'm afraid. But your cane will be secretly left here.» She names a trash can near the hotel where the gangs had hit.
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