Leprechaun Hunt!
GM: Slinger (Vulcan Sponsor)
Players: Slinger, Annie, Dalton, Darius, Selene, Growler, Pulse
Synopsis:

The Mile High Club, in honor of St. Patrick's Day, is holding a
Leprechaun Hunt! They have hired someone of the right build and
with formidible skills and brought him to Denver with a simple offer
— if you can evade runners, you get a quarter of a million.
Otherwise, you get twenty-five thousand.

The group meets at the Mile High Club and is treated to a party —
and then the hunt begins! But Leprechauns are wiley beasts!

Date: Mar 17 2070


The Saint Patricks day celebration is underway, with some of the luminaries of the Higher Altitude out to party. The crowd is abuzz with tonights festivities; the yearly hunt and who may win it. Bets are being made, money and hootch flow and people seem to be having a damn good time.

Dalton is dressed in clothing that gets him in the door, barely, he had to stop and make a change on the way because he really didn't have that much of a selection at home. Once here, he smiles as he flows into the group and mingles with the crowd, looking to find out what sort of information he can on this hunt.

The Saint Patricks day celebration is underway, with some of the luminaries of the Higher Altitude out to party. The crowd is abuzz with tonight's festivities; the yearly hunt and who may win it. Bets are being made, money and hooch flow and people seem to be having a damn good time. *Re*

Growler saunters in, a green derby on his head as he works his way through the crowd.

Annie has arrived.

Dalton mingles with the crowd, chatting up pretty ladies, but avoiding any drinking tonight. He waits to hear what the story is about this hunt, watching discreetly as more people filter in.

Stepping out of the coatcheck, Haley looks around the room. Her eyes drift over the people gathered and a smile shines on her face. She rubs her hands together and steps into the crowd. She makes pleasant small talk as she's paused by people, but as a whole she is making her way towards a comfortable place to sit.

Darius has arrived.

Growler chuckles and jokes a bit as people of this caliber and just tell when someone is out of their element, seeking them out as part of the festivities.

As someone passes with drinks, Haley gracefully reaches up and plucks a glass of red wine. She looks over the people gathered, but she herself does her best to avoid the photographically inclined members of the society. Taking a sip of her wine she carefully adjusts the glasses that rest on the bridge of her nose.

The known runners, that being the PCs, are the darlings of the evening, fetted, offered drinks, men and women approach to have pictures taken. The Higher Altitude is an odd club; it's a place where the masks come off in a way; the Rich and powerful bring the young and beautiful children of the night up to play.
Annie sits at her table, occasionally miming taking a drink from her still full glass. She sits alone at a table near the window, waiting for the promised festivities to begin. A pot of Gold would go a long way toward accomplishing a few of her 'to-do' items…but with her luck, the Gold is probably just gold foil covered chocolates.

Darius /revels/ in it. Letting his photo be taken, drinking good wine, speaking with rich people. This is where the mage is at home- he was born into a socialite family, and though he moves in the shadows, he still has a socialite streak. The only thing he draws the line at, is displays of magic- after all, it's not a trivial thing.

Dalton moves about the crowd, usually trying to speak with the more attractive women in the place, his clothing is barely adequate to get up here, and looks like it just came off the rack tonight, which it did.

Near the center of the Room, the 'owner' of the club, if there was one, Edwin Winterthorp III, the majority shareholder of Yamaha North America (MUCH to the frustration of Yamaha Japan…) is holding court. "Oh, this? It's a little something I thought up. A distraction, a diversion. An entertainment.." he says to a young woman who's fawning over him. Edwin is an elf of about 25 years old, it looks like. Maybe a little older, its so hard to tell with the Elven kind these days.

Reaching into her purse, Haley pulls out a small chip player. She unspools the datacable and plugs it into the datajack behind her left ear. Slotting in a music chip she nods her head to the music before returning the player. She lifts her wine and walks over to a table, taking a seat. Crossing her legs at the knee she smooths down her skirt.

Darius is currently letting a young, blonde elven woman hold his pistol- a custom morrisey elite with arcane symbols carved into the black metal, and an ivory grip- not loaded, of course, to get a feel for it. Her boyfriend of the week is, rather reluctantly, taking a photograph.

Growler finaly finds a spot to sit, grabbing what he hopes is a glass of beer as he waits for the event to being and making small chat with the patrons gathered around him.

Dalton makes his way through the crowd as he spots Annie, then gestures to a seat near her "May I join you?"

Nope; it's Vodka. With a hint of lime. The party continues, as Edwin makes his way through the crowd. He pauses next to Growler, looking down at him… "I -say-, you are a curious one! New to town, yes?" He asks with a smile, offering a hand over. "Edwin Winterthorp. And you are?"
"Certainly.", Annie responds pleasantly with a nod to Dalton.
Haley sits down at the right curtained booth. (Place #2)

Dalton smiles and takes a seat near Annie, then leans slightly closer to whisper something to the beautiful elf.

Growler toasts with his glass and smiles at the elf. "Yes, fresh out of Afrika really." Taking the hand up with his fake hand. "And everyone calls me Growler. Or if you want something more literary, Ishmael."

Darius finally retrieves his gun and put sit away, slipping away from socializing with the rich folk and back towards thwere his fellow shadowrunners seem to be congregating.

Annie chuckles at something said by her new table-mate and offers a nod. "Sure, sounds reasonable.", she murmurs in barely audible tones.

Dalton smiles and leans back in his chair "Excellent, I'm glad thats all worked out then." he looks around, watching for any signs that things are going to get started soon.

"Afrikaa?" Edwin asks then, eyeing the other man. "Oh, that does sound -interesting-. Would you favor me with a story?"

Finishing her glass of wine Haley stands up from her table and she places it on the platter of a passing server. Lost in the world of her own music, she weaves her way through the crowd heading towards one of the large windows. She looks over the city below her, eyes tracking through the glare of the lights.

Growler raises an eyebrow at that. "Well, not exactly the story telling type." He says as he sips at the vodka drink, shifting in his seat a bit. "But there was this one time, when me and the guys all got together to break into the local PX…"

Darius heads over to the window next to Haley, and he leans back agains it, "Nice view, isn't it?" He asks of the other runner. Of course, he's not looking out the window at all. Much too cool for that, of course.

Edwin ooohs as the story starts, but holds up a single finger. "Everyone! Everyone! Growler is going to share one of his -shadow runner- stories! Come listen!"

AT which point… Growler becomes the ENTIRE focus of the room. A shadowrunner story! These are always interesting.

"I hope theres a grenade in this one." Comments a man.

"I hope there's a woman to be rescued." Says a woman in a dress.

"I hope there is a dragon!", Annie pipes up.

"A DRAGON!" Says another man, chiming in to back Annie up.

Eyes trace over Darius for a moment, Haley says, "Yeah, you can just kinda see the world from up here." Her Brooklyn accent sharp and a little out of place. She pulls the cable from her datajack and it snakes back into her chip player. She lifts her brows a little at Darius and she says, "So how do ya like the party so far?"

Dalton smiles faintly as he watches the room become engrossed in one poor runner, and waits to see how the man handle himself as the center of all this attention

Growler 's voice just trails off as he suddenly finds dozens of eyes staring at him. Well…this was unexpected, and not a wholey welcome happening. "I..well, that is, uh…" He looks around the room, almost as if looking for an exit. Not panicked just yet, but definatly uncomfortable. "Well, the PX was run by a dragon, you see. Greedy bastard kept overcharging us for smokes and new kits…" He says, faking it as he suddenly finds himself unable to recall anything of real import.

Darius glances about, and he grins, "Ah, these are my sort of people. More money than sense, Curious…" he watches the group gathering, and leans over to whisper something to Haley, before settling back against the window-sill.

Edwin is quiet for a moment, then eyeing the crowd for a moment, breaks in to laughter. "Oh! HO HO! A greedy dragon that has -TAKEN YOUR SMOKES!- MIND IF I SMOKE?" He asks, laughing again, a hearty laugh.

Very quickly the rest of the room joins in, and people are slapping GRowler on the shoulder.

"Good show!"

"COol Story, bro!"

"I wish it had a grenade."

Looking down at the fingers of her left hand, Haley curls them lightly and then she flexes them out in time to catch a passing glass of wine. She looks to Darius and gives him a smile saying, "I suppose so," to his whisper. Her narrow shoulders dance into a shrug as she says, "Not my thing though," her voice dropping to as close to a whisper as she can manage.

Edwin laughs then, moving off in to the crowd again, completely enjoying the moment of amusement.

Annie applauds politely after Growler finishes with his story, then raises her glass to her lips to mime taking another drink. "Hopefully things will get going soon and Edwin will stay well away from our table.", she mutters more to herself than her table companion.

Dalton smiles and nods "Perhaps I should summon a small spirit to conceal us from him?"

Across the room now, Edwin is handed a microphone. Drawing attention with a dimming of lights and the raising of a spotlight, Edwin grins to the crowd. "I do so love my club. Always so -EXCITING-!" Says the elven CEO… Like Paris reborn with that smile. "Tonight, we have the hunt of Saint Patrick! To present the rules, to tell you the -score- as they say 'in the streets', I have brought up one of the finest mage in all of Denver, the very best that could be found… Now, if only he can do something about that -damniable cloud!-"

"Use a grenade!" Shouts a man in the audience.

The light shifts then to Slinger, near to the small podium that Edwin speaks from. Edwin looks to him. "Mr. Slinger!"

Growler lets out a breath of relieve as focus finaly shifts away from him, quickly wiping his brow while downing the last of the vodka drink in a single gulp. God damn richies and their weirdness.

Darius shrugs his shoulders back at the woman, "Ah, well, I suppose to each his own." He comments, and watches as the crowd begins to disperse again, shaking his head a bit. "Ah, did your friend tell you what was happening with those dogs, in the end?" And then there is speaking! He looks up towards Slinger.

"Why the hell," wonders Slinger, as he simply /appears/ next to the emcee in his trenchcoat and trash-metal-band T-shirt, "does everybody insist on putting a 'Mister' in front of it? Drek," the elf mutters. "All right. The organization of the Mile High Club has put together a little something in honor of St. Patty's day."
The elf grins, turning to glance at a different part of the auditorium. "We all know the legends from Merry Olde Ireland, of the leprechaun and their pot of gold. The legend has it that if you can capture a Leprechaun, and convince him, he'll tell you where to find his pot of gold. So we thought we'd bring this tradition to Denver."
Slinger gestures to the side, and a small figure steps out from behind the curtain. He's wearing a little green hat, and dressed in all green, and dances a little jig in front of people.

Edwin claps merrily. "OH SPLENDID!"

"I wonder if he has a grenade." Asks one man.

Dalton rises from his table, nodding to Annie then moving to get a good look around, especially at the leprechaun, which he promtly turns on his astral perceptions to stare hard and assense him. No sense waisting the opportunity to get a good look at the little guys aura.

"The rules are simple. Whoever captures the Leprechaun gets the prize. The prize is a quarter of a million yen, in nice, untraceable gold. The prize goes to a single person — if you want to team up and split it, decide who gets it and rely on their honesty to fork it over. Good luck with that, let me know how it works out for you!" Slinger grins.

Annie cocks her head, continuing to watch the scene going on up on the stage. She also shifts her vision across the spectrum, taking a look at the little green fellow.

Once the conversation calms Haley says to Darius, "Oh, things are fine there. Most of them wandered off, but the ones that stayed have found new homes." She laughs softly and says, "Not really keepin' track of things like that once the pay is given."

Slinger continues. "Now. The rules. You are not allowed to kill or otherwise permanently harm the leprechaun. You are not allowed to break his toys in any permanent manner. You are to capture him, alive, and bring him back here, by the ear. And I will be following along and providing protections for him," he adds with a grin. "Though I won't intervene directly unless his life is in danger through somebody's actions. Anybody who misbehaves will be dealt with, harshly. Any questions?"

Edwin raises his hand. "Oh! I have one, Mr. Slinger! I've a question!"

"Game ends at midnight. If the leprechaun is still free, he gets to claim the quarter-mill. Yes?" Slinger asks Edwin.

"I was going to ask what the prize was." Says Mr. Winterthorp then, a sly grin coming to his lips. "But surely.. Only a quarter of a million? Come, come, can't we do better than that?"

"I've got 10,000 to add!" Says the Grenade man.

"Oh! 10,000 from me as well!" Says a man who some may recognize as an executive with WarpDrive systems.

"15,000 from me!" Says a portly man who does not seem to have any real coprorate imagry…"

"And another 15 from Humanis!"

There's an awkward Silence at that one.

"Well, we have 285,000, and one very unpopular man." Says Edwin then. "I will add the final 15,000 to bring us to an even 300,000 nuyen…"

Slinger adds, "There is one final thing. This room is a safezone. Of course, the instant the leprechaun leaves this room… he is fair game. Any questions?"

Darius frowns a little and he glances towards the HUmanis member, and shakes his head. "He can keep his share as far as I'm concerned." He looks back towards Haley and then says, "How about we team up? Split the pay fifty fifty?"

Annie considers, "Are there boundaries to the game? Or is it confined to this building and the property?", she chuckles, "It would be awkward if the Leprechaun beelined for the local security station."

With a casual gesture towards Growler, Haley suggests, "He's from Africa, if you wanted a safe bet Oi imagine he'd be the one." She shakes her head and she says, "Too many limitations on the situation for my tastes." She takes a sip from her wine and she smiles saying cheerfully, "Goodluck to yas though."

Growler blinks at that comment. Hell if he knows it'll help coming from Africa, since he doesn't know the town beyond where the nearest bar and bathroom is.

"It is confined to the city of Denver," says Slinger. "The outer boundaries of the FRFZ, in fact. Law Enforcement tends to frown on little pranks like this, so you are responsible for your own interactions with them. Let's just say that the Leprechaun has no desire to interact much with either KE or Lone Star and leave his personal life out of it."

10 feet behind growler, and 30 feet to the left, behind the sign that says 'men'.

Dalton moves quickly over to a darkened corner of the room, somewhere not in sight of everyone, and begins to whisper to the spirit of the building, calling upon the building itself to come to his aid. As he does this, a cloak of blackest black covers his form, a hood concealing his features and the cloak billowing as if blown by the wind…

Pretty much the entire back half of the room turns to look at Dalton as he does his 'thang'. "Ooh look honey! He's a raccoon shaman!"

"Raccoons, filthy beasts."

"Oh, they're cute! We donate to a feed-the-raccoons fund, don't we?"

Slinger grins. "And with that," the young mage says. "The Leprechaun Hunt begins… Now."

Growler watches and waits…this looks like its going to be more than just a minor challenge. Just chasing the guy down in this area of town will be hard enough without the cops getting involved. "Oh shit!" he says as he realizes things are getting started without him, hauling his backpack off his shoulder as he makes to follow the little green man.

Darius grins a little as he looks to Haley, "Ah, such a shame." He comments and then pushes off of the wall. "Maybe another time." he comments,d raining the remainder of the drink as he heads for the exit.

Dalton makes his way over towards Annie, keeping his eyes on the Leprechaun and the other runners in the room.

«Plot» Growler says, "Pulling a drone out of my bag and setting it aflight after the color-challenged oompaloompa."

Annie concentrates on the Leprechaun for a few seconds, mentally storing the image of his aura into her gray matter, then tosses a quick spell before rising from her seat and beginning the chase.

«Plot» Dalton whispers to his spirit "Go hit the call elevator button on every floor from here to the ground for the elevator that leprechaun gets inside. Then return to find me."

Growler blinks a bit at he spies something. That little git is already doing shit, and if the little guy can do that then the Growler is gonna have serious issues trackign him as a mundane.

Taking her glass of wine to her lips Haley sips from it as she turns to look back out the window. She strolls along the glass wall and examines the buildings below. Her walk slow and relaxed as people start to gear up beginning the hunt.

In the blink of an eye, the Leprechaun fades from view, vanishing. At least to those with mundane sight. To those who can see astrally, though, he lifts up off the stage and starts to head toward one corner of the room, the corner nearest the stage.

«Plot-Page» (To: Dalton and Annie) Slinger says, "The Leprechaun is heading out a window. And hey, look. There's Slinger, who helpfully opened the window for him and is following him outside."

Dalton makes his way across the room and towards the window that just opened, ready to follow them right out the roof if necessary.

You paged Annie with 'You can see the Leprechaun /just/ fine with Ultrasound… he's climbing out that window.'.

Dalton takes off at a full sprint for the window, yelling at people "Get out of the way!" he hollars as he runs across the room

Annie heads rapidly toward the window, plucking a small feather shaped charm off her bracelet as she walks. She talks to the air near her for a second as if asking a question, then tosses the golden charm into the air. The tiny fleck of gold flares into brilliance for a second and the vanishes into a small whirl of smoke as the elf mages spell sucks the energy from the charm. "There you are.", she growls softly to herself as the Leprechauns location flares into being in a corner of her mind.

Dalton continues to run towards the window, then when Annie sooms by him he hits his comm unit

Commlink-Nightmare> Dalton says, "I'll send a spirit to slow them both down so you can catch them"

Selene arrives just in time to see everyone head towards the window, after… it must be their quarry. She cranes her neck, trying to get a glimpse, as everyone else leaps into real action.

Annie continues running toward the window, the smooth syllables of Sperethiel flowing from her lips as she centers vs the penalties she has incurred by spell sustaining. Her boots suddenly lift from the carpet as her levitate spell takes effect and she practically flickers across the intervening distance toward the window. «Good idea.», she responds breathlessly over the comm link.

«Plot-Page» (To: Selene) Slinger says, "Astrally, you catch a glimpse of something bright green zipping out the window — and then plummeting at a high rate of speed."

The little brown bird Growler dug out earlier zips towards the window, flitting around the sudden rush of people racing that way as it tries to keep an eye on the suddenly invisible 'caun. Growler himself heads to the elevator. Unlike the rest, he isn't a mage and can't easily fly on his own.

There's something else out there. Yup. Yeah, that would be a spirit of the sky — a wind spirit, to be more precise. It just manifested, as well.

The elevators are functional. The leprecaun never got onto one of those, so the Hearth spirit never had to actually push any buttons.

*DING!*

Annie draws her sheathed staff and bursts through the (hopefully still open) window, reorienting on the leprechauns position via her Detect Individual spell. "Windy! A lil speed boost please.", she asks of her still present and pacing Air elemental.

Dalton keeps running across the room towards the window, anxious to get outside this domain and into another one, nothing he can do in here at the moment.

A few seconds after Annie exits the window, she finds herself disoriented. Which is irritating, but she can still manage to work through it. The air elemental with Annie chirps acknowledgement, then concentrates on using its influence upon Annie… and suddenly, she is moving a great deal faster. Which doesn't help with being disoriented!

«Plot-Page» (To: Annie) Slinger says, "Right about now, the Leprechaun has reached the ground below. And he is not… going… anywhere… that's weird."

Annie heads downward toward the Leprechaun, her staff activating in response to her mental activation command. «Think you can take control of that friggin spirit?», she inquires of her partner in this endeavour

Commlink-Nightmare> Dalton says, "Working on it now"

Dalton runs to the window, staring hard on the astral plane and watching the spirit, as he sees it start to affect Annie, he reaches out with his will and starts jerking at the ties that bind the spirit to this plane, ripping its link and sending it home

Growler jumps into the elevator..aparently the only one that had to out of the group. The cheers of the crowd still loud as the doors start to close behind him. He leans back against the wall of it as he pushes for the ground floor, then switches to the view of his drone to get a better view of whats going on.


On the Street Outside


When Annie arrives, there is a group of people on the street who have stopped and stared at the little Leprechaun, who is singing a jaunty Irish jig and dancing on one of the stone benches out in front of the Yamaha building. People are grinning and clapping along, in fact, watching his antics. His pipe is burning, now, and the scent of his smoke drifts over the assembled people, and up into the air.

A meter or two from the ground Annie slows, then drops her levitate spell as she eyes the gathering crowd warily. Oh fun. She narrows her eyes for a moment as she gives the Leprechaun a glowing backdrop. Irish music fills the air as bannerlike letters formed from green four-leaf clovers a meter high form behind the Leprechaun. The words say, 'This traditional leprechaun capture re-enactment presented by Paddy O'Pub!'. A few moments later the trid phantasm fades from view as Annie prepares to engage the lil critter.


In the Club


Selene makes a running start towards the window, both shrinking and rising as she moves, the clothing slips right off, and in it's place is a large black bird, that lets out a hoarse croak as it takes off into the air and flaps towards the window.

Dalton reaches the window, leaning out and stretching forth his arm, he calls out to the spirits of the sky, a black cloak and hood covering his features and blowing as if in the wind. The cloak vanishes after a moment, and the astral plane is filled with the form of a rather large spirit

«Plot-Page» (To: Selene) Slinger says, "I'm gonna say, flying speed of 25 m/turn, doubled if heading downward. Sound fair?"

Growler is still leaning against the wall of the elevator, watching the action via the drone flitting about outside the window. Might not be able to see the miniman, but he can certainly track the others as they track him.

Dalton whispers to his spirit "Go! Use your movement power to stop that dwarf leprechaun thingy!" Then….he jumps out the window

«Plot» Slinger says, "Falling is… 80 m/turn. Gets you a third of the way down per turn…"


The Street Outside


Annie wades toward the Leprechaun, her skirts swishing as she calls out in a stentorian manner for the crowd. "There ye are, ye lil bugger! Give me yer gold!", she staff swings back as she presses in to try to bonk the critter, "My husband is sick and me children be tired of potato soup!" The staff flickers toward the little guy.

Nimbly, the Leprechaun just darts out of the way, sticking his tongue out at Annie. "Potato soup be all ye're gettin' today, lassie! I keep me gold well-hidden!" He ducks once, then skitters back out of the way and jumps over the swinging staff a second time. The crowd that has gathered watch the show, clapping with delight at the antics of the Leprechaun — and of Annie.

Dalton plummits to the ground, but somehow manages not to scream in panic…perhaps he has pulled this stunt before, cause he is fairly calm as he summons the energies to levitate himself. The dark cloak and hood surrounds him, as he falls and flows in the wind. Then, his falling is slowed, somewhat, but not fully, letting the speed of dropping get him closer to the ground faster.

Annie continues swinging toward the leprechaun, the staff held threateningly as if it were a broom in the hands of a housewife. "Nae lil' man!", she cries out, "We be out of potatoes! Yer gold be our only hope!" The staff continues flickering back and forth as she tries to trip the lil bugger. The re-enactment ruse is going to be solely tested if she is forced to draw a gun and shoot the little bastard.

The Leprechaun sings a jaunty tune as he heads into the crowd — and people try to turn to follow him — only to find their feet rooted to the ground. Including Annie!

Dalton plummets to the ground, held by his levitate he begins to slow as he gets closer, and whispers to the spirit of the city. His black cloak and hood cover his features again, then vanish as a city spirit appears in astral space next to him while he falls to the earth, slowed by his levitate.

"Don't ye walk away from me!", Annie calls out angrily. Her words are a bit halting to begin with…she doesn't have the whole 'ye' and 'nay' thing down. Her hand flashes out and then closes into a tight fist as a glimmering dome of force springs into existence around the leprechaun and a small portion of the crowd, "I bought this holding charm from a witch named…umm…Hillary! And she told me it could hold the likes of you. Ye."

The leprechaun whirls around and grins at Annie from inside the barrier. "Oh, ye think you've held me and all these good people! Hah!" He turns and concentrates, still grinning while he sings a jaunty little tune…

"Ach! Now that can't be allowed to stand!" the gnome cackles. "Misses Gorbechev, Tear Down Th's Wall!" he calls out, and concentrates, pressing against the exterior of the wall — and suddenly, it vanishes, freeing all the people to their general pleasure. More applause.

«OOC» Slinger says, "All right… top of the round, I think, pools are refreshed. Annie, then Dalton, then Growler, then Selene. Hey, Growler! You're outside."
«Plot-Page» (To: Dalton) Slinger says, "You are feeling very confused, yourself. +5 to your TNs as well."

«Plot» Slinger says, "Annie — you think you can see him, but you're going to be at +6 since he's using the crowd as cover."

Annie gestures toward the Leprechaun, "Get 'im! Everyone that holds the lil bugger down gets a free drink at Paddy O'Pub!"

The Leprechaun is singing a jaunty tune as he darts across the street toward the pub, though he stays close enough that the crowd can go with him. And that is his undoing, as suddenly, just about everyone in a rather large radius suddenly decides it's much less interesting to watch the show, and much /more/ interesting to pile right on top of the Leprechaun.
He actually holds his own, for a few seconds, fighting them off as they come for him, but he doesn't dare activate his shock glove except when about three people jump him at once, and he manages to mostly fend them off…

At least, for a few seconds. But he is clearly using the Luck of the Irish at a prodigious rate…

Dalton keeps flying towards the ground, trying to shake off the confusion, he aims for the mob, trying to get to the little guy before anyone else.

The Raven flies lower, spreading her wings and lazily circling the crowd like the carrion bird she appears to be, tilting her sharp beak and beady black eyes back and forth, trying decide on an opening. A useful opening.

«Plot-Page» (To: Dalton, Annie, and Selene) Slinger says, "You definitely see the leprechaun, struggling to get away, with the crowd atop of him…"

Annie stalks toward the dogpiled leprechaun, making her way through the crowd as best as she is able. "Goddamn it", she mutters to herself as she checks about for whatever is causing annoying distraction in her mind. Finally she spots the hovering Wind Spirit and winds up like a baseball pitcher, then releases her deadly stun projectile in accompaniment to a venomous and somewhat off color bit of Sperethiel swearing. The ball flickers upward before exploding next to the spirit in a flare of deadly mana. The Wind spirit gets a moment to shriek in agony, then it is abruptly disrupted. Annie stumbles a bit as the drain threatens to hit her…her pool of luck almost exhausted in this engagement.

Dalton flys over towards the mass of people, watching for signs of the struggling little guy, ready to make a grab for him as soon as he gets into reach

Annie and Dalton get to the mob, nearly simultaneously. People are dogpiling and grabbing at the green-clad figure, who has lost his little pipe by now, and who is struggling to get free, trying to claw his way to the top of the pile…

The leprechaun yells out, "Hey! Leggo my ear, ya bitch!" He tries to pull away, slapping back at Annie, and then tries to punch her, but to no avail!

Annie continues stalking toward the Leprechaun. People still under her control move quickly out of her way, then swing around the leprechaun and attempt to hold his arms and legs immobile. The rest of the crowd surges in, each group trying to pin down one of his limbs to prevent him from fighting their mistress.

Annie reaches out with one hand and manages to grab ahold of one of the Leprechauns ears. Barely. She does manage to hold on however, in spite of his continued struggles.

Dalton floats above the melee, reaching hands down to try to get a grip on the silly little leprechaun, assisting Annie as best he can, but somehow, he cannot get a grip

The leprechaun sees an opening, and tries to take a swing at Dalton — and manages to totally lose his balance, falling backward into the mob, and hitting his head against the ground in the chaotic melee…

Annie continues trying to keep ahold of the Leprechauns ear, "Give up", she mutters low enough for him to hear, "You've lost. Give in gracefully."

The leprachaun struggles mightily. "Lost? What the frag you talkin' about, slitch? I ain't lost drek!" he cries out, still in that accent, as he does his best to pull away. "Ow! That fraggin' hurts!"

Dalton gives up trying to remain cool and flying, and just dropps on the little guy, using his weight and force to pin the little guy to the ground, and grabbing his arms to try to keep him from fighting Annie off. Its a teamwork effort that finishes this fight.

The leprechaun continues to struggle, but it's to no avail. He's not very big, and Dalton's weight plus Annie's hold in his ear has him submissive. The crowd oohs and aahs at the final tackle, then applauds the group's success.

Annie raises her voice once the Leprechaun is finally subdued, though she keeps a firm grip on his ear with Dalton's help. "And now me family will eat! Something other than potato soup!", she calls out in her fake irish brogue, "Now to cart this fae off and make him lead me to his pot o'Gold!"

Dalton keeps a firm hand on the guys arms, letting Annie have the ear, he grins as he triest to stand up, holding the little guys arm pinned behind his back. He then turns to Annie "I think I might have earned half, or do you really want to stick to the earlier proposal?"

The Raven above the crowd caws once, turns on a wingtip, and beats wings back up towards the window from whence she came.

Growler ehs and shrugs. Didn't expect to get far soon as he saw the magic flying. He gets his bird recalled and packs it away, thinking he'll call it a night at this richboys party. Not his kind of crowd anyways.

Annie chuckles and murmurs a response. "Half is fine.". Her voice rises once more to crowd addressing levels, "Just mention that you attended the St Patty's Day Leprechaun capture and your drinks will be free for the next hour at Paddy O'Pub! Home of the Green Beer and Spicy Asian Hot Wings!"

The crowd kind of likes that idea! They helped capture the leprechaun, and now they get free drinks! Around Annie and Dalton and the leprechaun, the crowd goes wild. The leprechaun seems to have given up his struggles, and is going along quietly with them.

A Raven alights on the windowsill, and tilts her head to the side, listening. She takes flight again, and heads across the street towards a bar.

Dalton doesnt risk anything, keeping a firm grip on the little guys arm as he leads him wherever they are supposed to go next, guessing back up to the club?

The leprechaun asks, "So who the frag are you people, anyway? I didn't do nothin'! Just had a few drinks!"

The Raven lands on the door frame above the bar, and shifts her little crow feet around, until she can hang upside down and look inside, tilting the sleek dark head this way and that, flapping her wings intermittently for balance, then croaks, "Nevermore!"

«Plot-Page» (To: Selene) Inside, there is an interesting scene. The leprechaun is standing up on the bar, with a mug of some unindentied alcohol, swinging it back and forth and leading the crowd in a raucous recitation of some of the dirtiest irish pub songs imaginable.

Annie walks in time to Daltons pace, leading the Leprechaun toward the Yamaha building. Then into the elevator. Then up to the club. As she moves she activates her pocsec and voice dials Paddy O'Pub, authorizing some electronic certified funds for a 'free round of drinks' tab.

«Auto-Judge» Annie (#5398) spends 2500 nuyen for "Rounds of Drinks for the Crowds!".

Dalton takes deep breaths, still struggling with the drain from all his summoning tonight, he keeps a firm hold on the leprechuan, not letting go until they are all the way into the club and Annie collects the reward for this nights work.

The leprechaun mutters under his breath the entire way up there. He smells a little bit of booze — whiskey and beer, mostly, mixing his liquors. As you step off the elevator and carry him toward the room, there is a cheer, and credsticks start to change hands.
And that's when Edwin steps forward. "Congratulations! You're the first ones back! So, Mr. Slinger!" he calls out to the air. "Was it a fair cop?"
There is silence in response for a few seconds. "Mr. Slinger?"

A Raven drops down from the doorframe, flaps furiously until she is right side up, and glides into the bar across the street, attempting to land next to little man's mug o' beer, croaking again, "Nevermore."

«Plot-Page» (To: A Raven) The leprechaun grins as he glances at the raven. "Hey, there, little birdie! Whose might you be, huh?" he asks, as he shrugs his shoulder. He quaffs more of his beer, holding his liquor pretty well as he celebrates. "Nearly midnight! Not much more time until it's no longer St. Paddy's day!"

Annie chuckles, "He may be off having a green beer and spicy asian hot wings."

Dalton frowns, looking around astrally for Slinger, then back down at the leprecaun, making sure he got the right guy after all, this would be really bad if they got the wrong guy.

A Raven hops over to the beer, and tries to stick her head in, croaking, "No ones bird…. nevermore."

«Plot-Page» (To: A Raven) The leprechaun laughs, and lights up his pipe, blowing a cloud of smoke at the bird. "Help yourself, birdie! Plenty of free drinks here at O'Paddy's Bar!" In fact, the bartender just announced a free round from an anonymous donor!

Dalton lets go of the guy and shakes his head "They got away, this isnt him, its a spell, someones sustaining it."

Annie releases the Leprechaun and shrugs, stepping back. "If we won, we won. If not, I am done." She sighs and tosses off the Detect Person spell once more using the earlier assensed aura as the baseline.

A Raven sticks her head all the way in the glass and takes a long drink. When she pulls her head out she cocks it first one side, then the other, and the hops / flaps up onto the short person's shoulder, "Nevermore?"

«Plot-Page» (To: A Raven) The Leprechaun laughs raucously. "Indeed! Hoi, little bird!" He doesn't seem to regard Selene as any sort of threat. Of course, he is being overconfident, and didn't notice a raven in the crowd chasing him. Of course, he was a little busy, and a little preoccupied. "Don't ye dare poop on me shoulder!"

A Raven shakes her head, fluffing up her wings, croaking, "Never!" and then she grabs him by the earlobe with her beak.

"Ow!" The Leprechaun jerks and reaches up toward his ear … and then freezes. That was part of the rules — his ear gets grabbed, he comes along peaceably. Saves wear and tear on people. "Well, little bird! It's a fair cop! I gotta go with this small bird, who is not what it seems. Have another drink, and may the luck of the Irish be with ye!"

Dalton quickly turns around and moves back to the enterance to the club, he whispers to the spirit of the building, the black cloak and hood covering him and then vanishing after the spirit appears.

Dalton whispers to his spirit "Some time that leprechaun guy I saw earlier this evening will return, I want you to search this building until you find him, and then come tell me."

A Raven tugs the Leprechaun gently on the ear, leading him back to… the club. Well, more guiding really. It's a funny posture for even a bird to keep, she has to shift her feet, flap one wing to the left, then to the right to try to keep her balance.

"So how'd you find me, little bird?" asks the Leprechaun — who walks along, nice and slow, with the raven's beak on his ear. "C'mon. Tell me. I've got to know!"

A Raven makes a funny noise deep in her throat and shakes her head just slightly in a negative. But she doesn't let go with her beak. She might tell him later, maybe, if he'll just keep coming along.

The leprechaun sulks. "Well, that didn't work," he says brightly. He considers his options, going over the rules, as he walks toward the Yamaha building…

A Raven is apparently in no great hurry, she just gently tugs his ear, continuing to 'guide' the short fellow in the general direction of the Yamaha building.

The leprechaun is walking slowly, and the reason is clear. It is /almost/ midnight. If he can just delay long enough, he wins. Unless, of course, you put more pressure on that ear…

Annie heads out once more, trying to locate the Leprechaun with continued Detect Individual spells until she locates him. She won't be as gentle this time once he is in her sights.

Dalton waits upstairs near the enterance to the club, he is trusting that someone else will find the leprechaun for him, and he will have to be the bad guy tonight and take him from them. Ohh well, its alot of money.

A Raven doens't squawk, but does flap her wings impatiently, tugging a liggle more insistently on the ear. She hops up and down on his shoulder, fluffing, flapping, flittering, and getting quite insistent!

You paged A Raven with 'You aren't going to make it. Not at this pace. Midnight will strike before you get him upstairs!'.
You paged A Raven with 'You have to find a way to move him faster…'.
From afar, A Raven laughs! "what? YOu think I should sustain the bird spell *and* levitate his ass back through the window I came out of?"

Annie steps out of the window once more, dropping down toward the pavement at terminal velocity, slowing her pace at the last possible moment with a levitate spell and landing on the street outside near the position she read the Leprechaun with her spell.

There he is! Down below — and he has a bird on his shoulder. A raven, from the look of it. Big bird! And it has his ear in its beak!

The leprechaun and his avian companion start to rise upward along the side of the building at a relatively rapid rate of speed. Even so, this is a tall building, and the club is near the top of the building. The seconds tick by, and with each second another three or four floors pass by, dizzyingly, the pair of them moving up toward Annie…

And then, flapping wings rapidly and furiously, both the bird and the little leprechaun start to rise from the sidewalk, making a good pace back to the window from which she originally emerged. Yes, the damn bird still has a beak firmly attached to an ear.

Annie follows the bird back up toward the window, considering her dart pistol with it's Laes payload. She sighs and leaves it holstered and aids the raven by ordering her Air elemental to give them a bit more speed. There is a time limit here and 80 stories is a ways up.

«Auto-Judge» Annie (#5398) uses 1 of item 3: Air Elemental-Force 6 (Windy) from Elementals (#1964).

The added speed makes the window blur as it goes past. And those astrally perceiving will notice Slinger floating upward alongside everyone, though a good bit slower than the others. There'll be plenty of time for everything else. Instead of taking half a minute, instead it takes only seconds before the leprechaun and raven are approaching that window. And Dalton notices them out of the corner of his eye from where he is standing…

Dalton turns, and just watches them come in the window, he sighs heavily, then whispers to his hearth spirit thanks and dismisses it. He watches as all his effort for the evening goes up in nothing….no more jobs like this, its too stressful

A Raven tugs and flaps and tugs and flaps and floats and flaps and *finally* gets to the windowsill way, way, way up there. The pair turn just sideways to fit, and finally she gets her charge inside, and lets him lightly float to the floor next to a pile of women's clothing.

Annie follows the Raven back in through the window, then waits to see what happens from here.

Edwin turns as the pair flies in through the window, even as the crowd is starting to chant a countdown. "Here's another… is that a contestnat? It looks like a bird! We can't give a bird a quarter of a million!" he calls out. "So where is Mr. Slinger this time?" The previous entrant has been sent away, taken back down and given a credstick for more drinks if he'll just forget this happened.
There's silence for a moment, and then Slinger's voice pops up. The elf's voice is grinning. "He never saw it coming. Prolly 'cause he was drinking!"
The Leprechaun bats lightly at the bird. "Leggo my ear, now," he tells it firmly. "And of course I was drinkin'! It's Saint Paddy's Day!"

A Raven's beady black eyes look around furtively before she finally lets go of the Leprechaun's ear, fairly sure now that she has actually met the requirements of the contest. She hops off of his shoulder, and waddles back to the pile of clothing, burrowing inside. The clothing writhes and wriggles, slowly taking human shape, until a pretty elf fills out a lovely dress as a full size bipedal metahuman.

"Well, that's a lot better!" crows Edwin. "I think we have a winner! Mr. Slinger, you're the judge."
Slinger grins. "Sorry," he says to Breeze. "But I think it's clear who brought him back." The question of whether Selene will choose to split it is up to here.
The crowd goes nuts, and Edwin steps over to a locked safe, dials in a combination. Several other people approach with keys, and within a few moments, he is presenting Selene with a large chest of actual gold. He flips it open, letting the crowd see it. One interesting thing…
300,000 =Y= worth of gold is /heavy/.

«Plot» Slinger says, "31 kilos, if anybody's interested, assuming 300 =Y= per troy ounce."

Selene shakes out her hair and fluffs it up, then walks over to the chest. Her eyes near pop out of her head upon seeing it, "Holy cow… How the frag will I get that home?" she exclaims and then starts laughing. "Um.. thank you all."

Selene gets out her cellphone and dials.

Annie chuckles, "I have my car downstairs. I can give you a ride wherever."

Selene lifts an eyebrow at Annie, "then roll me on the way? I dunno man…" she grins.

A high-class, gaudy SUV with the lisence plate "PSSYWGN" starts rolling into the area.

Selene talks into the phone, "Hey.. Pauly? You will *never* believe this one."

Annie chuckles and waves dismissively, "I coulda rolled you on the way up when you were sustaining multiple spells."

Selene grins at Annie, "Well.. I was gonna split it with you guys, since.. well.. you did all the really hard work."

Annie says "Well, we tried."

Selene scoops up a handful of the gold coins and brings them to the bar (is there a bar in this club?), "Round of drinks for everyone."

Pulse says "Yeah?" He pulls the SUV over to the side of the road, eyeballing the area. "You need trunk space, right? I got plenty. Where the hell are you?" He turns down his music a little. "I want you to know, you interrupted my bubble bath."

Selene speaks into the phone, "80th floor. Need your help to get.. uh.. a pot o' gold down to the car. Seriously."

Pulse says "Eightieth floor of -what-, darlin? It's a place -full- of frikkin skyscrapers."

Selene (into the phone), "Yamaha building."

Pulse parks into the appropriate place, steps out, locks the car, and heads up into the building. Any SIN check, he'll pass over his real one. He's not armed.

When Pulse walks in, he finds Selene standing in the middle of a party, with a chest of gold at her feet, looking at least a little lost, with Annie not too far away. "Pauly!" she calls, when he comes in.

Pulse walks into the room, adjusting his fedora. "Selene," he says, smiling. "My love. Is that all for me?"

Selene laughs at Pulse, "My Dearest, you are already rich! what would ou do with it all? It's all mine, but I do need a little help to move it." she drops her voice, pitching so only he can hear, and asks with the hint of a threat, "Or shall I give it all away here and now?"

Pulse laughs. "Don't do that!" He says. "My father would -never- let me marry you if -that- got around." He stoops down, and, applying his muscles, he lifts up the pot, spilling only a couple. "I brought the dodge, it should have room for this. To the bank?"

Selene nods to Pulse, "Definitely, before too many more folks know I've got it."

Pulse nods and turns towards the door, carrying it down the steps… adopting his standard aura of menace to defray anyone from walking up and trying to take it while he loads the gold in the Durango and drives it down to a bank.

«Auto-Judge» Pulse (#3231) rolls Intimidation (Physical):
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Once everything is loaded in the truck, Selene and her beau get in and drive off into the sunset. .. or sun rise.

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