GM: Knox as “Mr. Floritkof”, a lower level Russian Mob fixer.
The scene: Mr. Floritkof wants to know why some Vory white collar crime and prostitute rackets have recently been raided by KE. He wants to collect info in exchange for money and will put any shadowrunners on retainer for a future job.
Players: Knox, Flint, Carpenter
The smoky backroom of a downtown cigar shop. Dark wood paneling recessed lighting and a wet bar decorate the square room. It appears heavily protected by various electronic suites, plus several armed street samurai hangout just meters away from the door. A woman in a leather duster with pieces of bird feathers glued haphazardly sits in a corner, perched on a stool.
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Piotr Floritkof [Player]
«OOC» Piotr Floritkof laughs
«OOC» Flint says, "I have yakuza information"
«OOC» Piotr Floritkof says, "Thats what she said"
«OOC» Flint says, "Something about BTLs and triads :)"
Piotr Floritkof is seated in the back of a cigar shop, your fixer called you to let you know about some simple info for money trade work.
«Auto-Judge[]» Flint (#11485) rolls Magic for "Disguise roll, facial sculpting and color change skin!":
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Carpenter has arrived.
Piotr Floritkof is seated in the back of a cigar shop, your fixer called you to let you know about some simple info for money trade work (repost for Carp).
«OOC» Piotr Floritkof says, "Flint you mind logging this? I'll put it up on the wiki later"
Flint is a big black bald ork, in a solid black suit. He arrives at the cigar shop, having some information to sell, and figures it wouldn't hurt to get this identity known by certain people. He enters the shop, and looks around for signs of the contact for tonight.
Piotr Floritkof puffs on a thick juicy cigar. A shotglass of clear liquid is balanced on his stomach as he sits relaxed in a leather backed chair. He nods at Flint, "Hello. I see my offer has spread out. Please-", he gestures, "Have a seat."
Flint inclines his head, then moves to take a chair. Once seated he smiles faintly "You asked for information, and I have some. The asian gentlemen you are intersted in, have had a recient setback int he market. Apparently another asian organization has cut into one of thier prime exports, even going so far as to aquire an entire database related to the marketing of the product in question."
Carpenter walks into the room, as well; grumbling a bit at the distatsful nature of working with the Russians, and/or the organied mob, but he does need the work. He moves to sit down around the table, before nodding to the man. "I am here t' gather some contacts, an' see what work ya need, sir. I'm afraid I don't 'ave any paydata for ya at this time.
Piotr Floritkof tilts his head to the side like a confused dog. "You are wery forthcoming." He puffs out an acrid circle. He looks over at the man and idly snaps his fingers, the woman behind him glows faintly, her face takes on a beak-like structure for a moment.
«Auto-Judge[]» Piotr Floritkof (#6447) rolls 6 for "Shaman assenses Carpenter":
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Piotr Floritkof continues with Flint, "What is your motive?"
Flint smiles "Some of my associates, got a raw deal in the process of that whole incident. Seeing some of these asian organizations suffer would bring me some small amount of pleasure. If I can profit in the same instance, well, all the better for me."
The elven woman sighs and clears her throat, "He's clean." Piotr nods absently and produces a credstick which he toys with looking at Flint. "Astute. Wery astute." He looks to Carpenter, "You don't know why you're here? You are here because you vant money. Da?"
Flint remains quiet, his face going as impassive and unreadable as he can make it. He lets the man deal with Carpenter for now, just listening, and keeping a sense out on the mage in case she does something.
Carpenter looks over to the Elven woman, eyes raising in suprise at the magic, resisting an urge to twitch his hand toward the empty holster a his back. "That would be correct; Money is money, an' I 'ere ya Reds 'ave a lot of it."
Piotr Floritkof shifts in his seat and fixes his look at Carpenter. "What are you some kind of stolnitchzka?" The woman laughs haughtily. "It's all corporate theocracy- bah!" He shrugs like the weight of something big is on his shoulders. "I tell you vhat. I am how you say, the man in front of the man in front of the man da? I don't know the man much behind me, but I know what he want." He looks to Flint, "You watch the news much?"
BREAKING NEWS
Vasili-Vandos Associates, a small downtown Denver accounting firm was hit by Knight Errants premier White Collar Crime unit, early this morning. The small cadre within Denver's elite security firm apparently is investigating the firm's misuse of Denver's tax code to offer loans to various business executives with alleged ties to the "Russian Mob". The CFO, Ivan Vandoskofyi, is seen here after leaving KE's offices for questioning.
Currently, Vasili-Vandos, has issued no comment.
In other news tonight…..a LTA vehicle was impounded after two dozen eastern european women were discovered illegally entering NAN territory………
(@mail Knox for follow up)
Flint inclines his head. "Yes, in fact, there was an interesting story on earlier about KE raiding an acounting firm. Most of the time things like that don't make the news, white collar is so dull to the masses. I took note of it because of the, rumors, surrounding the incident."
«Auto-Judge[]» Carpenter (#3344) has the Language Russian with the value '1 (4)'.
«OOC» Carpenter says, "Would I know what Stolnitchzka means?"
«OOC» Piotr Floritkof says, "It sounds like some russian gibberish for fool"
Carpenter blinks for a moment, before rolling his eyes. "It isn't my fault that th' stigma a' communism 'as stuck with ya for 70 years. I 'appen t' like communists. The know th' proper role a' th' state." He nods again. "An' I would expect any less."
Piotr Floritkof ignores Caprenter's comment, but nods slowly at Flint. Piotr taps his forehead and points to Flint, looking over at the mysterious woman, "He puts two and two together. Werry good, werrry good." He clears his throat, looking to Carpenter then to Flint again. "So the Nips and the Yips battle, and the Oyabun figure's he will vape the leetle Russian, take his whores, snitch his money operwation…..to….how you say.." he looks to the woman. Woman says, "Split the difference?" Piotr nods, "Da! Da! This helps confirm my boss' vorries." He rolls the credstick to Flint. "Thank you Mr……", he produces another credstick now and rolls it gently on the table.
Flint doesn't reach for the credstick yet, but he smiles. "You can call me Sandman. Names rarely tell you what you really want to know about a person, so lets not play games bothering with mine."
Piotr Floritkof nods again. "Sandman. Mr. Dreamer in my dreams. My name is Piotr Floritkof. I vill confirm your paydata…..if it's true and if…..the" he pulls his eyes back with his fingers, "OoooHHHHooaaaa Hai!" Piotr laughs so hard he starts coughing. "If they continue to pilfer from our businesses, focking up our puzzy- I may need you to strike back." He looks to Carpenter, "Can you handle that? Or you don't vant to sully your bougsie hands."
«Auto-Judge[]» Flint (#11485) rolls Stealth for "Discreetly retriving sticks.": 1 1 5 23
Flint smiles and nods, his hand moving almost unnoticed to collect the sticks and slide them back into his pocket. He turns his head slightly, looking to Carpenter to see his response.
«Plot» Piotr Floritkof says, "Flint: 5,000 =Y= plus a contact number"
Carpenter shurgs. "If ya want somethin' done, I can do it. Strickly business, ya understand, for th; length of th' contract. This doesn't make us allies, or me a soldier in your army. If th' pays good, ya got yourself a dog."
Piotr Floritkof rolls Carpenter a credstick with a contact name, "Let loose the dogs of war. Well, my-dogs-are-hungry."
«Plot» Piotr Floritkof says, "Carpenter: 1,000 =Y= retainer fee"
Carpenter stands up shakes the Russian’s man hand and leaves.
Flint nods "I take it our business is concluded tonight." He moves to rise to his feet, straighting his suit as he stands.
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