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Post by emyj on Apr 12, 2006 9:13:52 GMT -5
OOC i attached your char to you account bodhi so you know.also the aurora warrens are in detroit where i grew up.
"Hia I was hopin you were in the right place too."
Hez smiles at Bohdi.
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Post by Bodhi on Apr 12, 2006 9:53:36 GMT -5
Bodhi maintains her cool demeanor and takes another casual drag of her cigarette. As Squeak speaks to her, she peers around the garage and general environs. His last comment caught her attention, however, and she looks back at him in order to respond.
"Pretty young women are dangerous, and there's much prettier out there than I am. But don't worry, I won't let them get you."
The corner of her mouth perks up to reveal only the faintest hints of a smile, giving away her comment as a very dry and subdued quip.
"Anyway. I'm Bodhi." The way she says her name, it rhymes with 'roadie.' "And what do they call you guys?"
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Post by phantom on Apr 12, 2006 12:03:19 GMT -5
It was always kinda slow at this time of day at the Hart-Breakers, but with the hangover she had right then, she welcomed the break. At least I don't have to bust some loser's ass out of the club right now.....
Just as she was about to order another drink to clear her head, she suddenly got a call from Dan, her fixer. Hey Danny. Haven't heard from you in a while. I was beginning to think that you were leaving me here to dry!
A gruffy looking human in his mid 50's started speaking on the vidphone with an equally gruffy sounding voice. Hey Doll-face. If I know you correctly, you haven't even been dry for the last 20 minutes! [Chuckles] Anyways, I got a potential job lined up for ya right now. Don't know the Johnson too well, but his rep seems to hold up. I'm personally gonna pick you up and drop you off at the place the other members are meetin' right now, seeing you don't seem to be in any condition to drive right now.
Who the hell does he think he is, talking to me like that! I would plug him some new holes right now if I wasn't so hung over! Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up Dan! You're going too fast for my brain to process! First of all, you know that I work alone! I don't need some noobs to slow me down, or worse, get me fragged in the process! And second, who the hell do you think you are just calling me out of the blue, after almost 2 weeks of no contact, and then telling me that you got me a "potential job" which you are PERSONALLY going to drive me to, to meet some fraggin' dreks that I'm probably gonna have to babysit! Finally, How many times do I have to tell you not to call me by all those cutesy names! I'm sick of all your fraggin' drek!
A few seconds passed by, which seemed like an eternity to Alexis, and the silence seemed deafening to her ears. After another few moments, a calm voice came through the other end. So I'll pick you up in 15?, asked Dan, in a voice that implied that this has been heard and said far too many time before. Make it 20. And I need to swing by my place first. Don't want to march in unarmed, ya know?
I'll see you in a few, buttercup!, replied Dan, as he logged off the phone. Dreck! How am I gonna sober up in 20 minutes? She looks around and sees Lana, the owner of the club, working as a bartend on the other side of the bar, so she staggeringly walks towrds her with a grin on her face. Hey Lana, I gotta sober up for a job in a hurry, so can you make some really strong soy-caff for me please? Oh, and make it an Irish..... and hold the soy-caff.
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Another half hour later, Dan stops his "taxi" at a street corner and parks. Ok, sweetcakes. The place you want go is about a block that a way. You'll need this access code to get in through the front door. Within seconds, the access code was placed within her pocket secretary and she was ready to go.
Great. Thanks Dan. I'll give you a ring when it's over. Send me an email or something if you hear anything else. Crud.... I'm still hung over. [Sigh] Better walk this out of my system before I meet the rest of the gang. She takes a swig from her flask and puts on her sunglasses before she starts to walk toward her meeting place.
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Post by Vince on Apr 12, 2006 16:57:05 GMT -5
Vince looked at the new arrival, tipping away his smoking-twig, sending the ash in freefall in direction of the garage's floor. " 'Guess the broad's right..there are better lookin' one 'round"
"Didn't know we already had-a-team name, didn't got that one..Me, it's Vince. Now.." He took a drag off his cancer-giver object, checkeing out Bodhi, letting out a thin line of smoke going upwards "..lookin' at you, 10 nuyen sez you're a wiz-kid""Fuck..that'll be too much the same.."
(OOC: not just to make confusion, but italic text is thought, and the coloured text is dialogue..and am I the only one that noticed that half the team's got a problem with the bottle?)
(OOC: Vince is currently on route to Seattle, but his wnadering broguht him in Denver, as a way to make some cash)
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Post by Xeno Khan on Apr 12, 2006 18:37:23 GMT -5
Wow I didn't even need to cast a spell and I disappeared. This group may need to pull that fragging tech out of their heads if they want to do anything without being blindsided by every ad in the city.
((Xeno Khan started in Seattle but left for Denver after his last assignment.))
Xenji will speak up, "For those of you who can't see me, I haven't moved since... Squeak was it?... Since Squeak said he wasn't the Johnson. My name is Xeno Khan, you can also call my 'That Damn Spellcaster' like all my class mates in MIT&T. I seems I will be the Mana Expert on this run. Some things you want to keep in mind is I can heal most any wounds that may be sustained on this mission and I have had training in fighting Astrally." Hope they don't need too much healing though. "Oh yeah, I can also provide secondary defense in physical barriers."
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Post by Vince on Apr 12, 2006 18:51:06 GMT -5
Vince raised his eyeborw on Xeno Khan's last comment " Secondary defence in physical barriers? So if my-a kevlar goes down, you'll meat shield for me? Awwww'fly nice of 'ya Khan."
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Post by mechwarrior6 on Apr 12, 2006 18:51:58 GMT -5
The hacker props himself up on one of the workbenches. "Okay, so we got a 'driver.'" He holds up his hands in the standard quotation sign. "We got a medic spell slinger. We got an old fashioned head buster, and we got a tech wiz. What do the rest of you do?"
He picks his teeth as he looks around expectantly. He looks slightly cross-eyed for a moment, but then smiles. "Looks like we've got another late arrival."
He smiles to himself and mentally keys the doorlocks to disengage to allow her in.
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Post by Xeno Khan on Apr 12, 2006 21:06:30 GMT -5
Vince raised his eyeborw on Xeno Khan's last comment " Secondary defence in physical barriers? So if my-a kevlar goes down, you'll meat shield for me? Awwww'fly nice of 'ya Khan."" Either Meat Shield or other Mana-based Physical Barriers." Wow this guy is ready to die already. Have I gone to the right location? " Are you educated in the way of Magic? is this Meat Shield a good spell? Can I copy your formula?"
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Post by Falindraun on Apr 12, 2006 22:25:47 GMT -5
just then the group hears a sound that sounds like the building is falling apart then as it gets closer and louder you realize its a huge motorcycle fit for a large troll. Mephisto parks his motorcycle on the sidewalk so as it doesnt get towed for blocking a bus route. [ooc: i actually live in denver and can help with the layout of the city] A very large troll rounds the corner, (very large as in 10 foot tall and 885lbs.) wearing what appears to be a troll sized duster with a dark shirt, jeans and large boots underneeth. His horns start on the foward top part of his head and go straight up and slightly back, with that and his other facial hair you notice he resembles the devil as depicted in the classic pentagram, as well as a pair of goggles on his forhead and a data jack on his right temple. in his left hand he carries a black leather briefcase, under his right arm you see a large double barrled elephant rifle. he walks up to the small [to him] orc and says in a thickish Egyptian accent, "Hi names Mephisto, Id offer my hand for a handshake but i dont want to accidently rip your arm out of it socket, cause iv accidently done it before."
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Post by Bodhi on Apr 12, 2006 23:03:33 GMT -5
She listens to some of the banter being traded back and forth, and she visibly grows agitated. After a moment, she speaks up.
"Yeah, I do magical stuff, too. Magical protection. I'm a spelljammer. I specialize in countering spells and taking out other magicians."
She takes a last drag from her cigarette, the cherry starting to burn through the filter. Dropping it on the ground, she crushes it out with a sneakered heel.
"That said, I'll be highly upset if any other awakened try funny stuff with me." And this time her lip doesn't quirk up at all.
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Post by phantom on Apr 12, 2006 23:16:16 GMT -5
After a short, brisk "walk", which consisted more of staggering and stumbling, she finally arrived at the place. So this must be Sherwood Forest, where Mr. Johnson's little boys and girls are hiding out for a little get together before the run. If I was a man, I'd give my left nut to get out of this meeting, but since I'm not, I guess I gotta face the music. Before she even managed to input the first number, she heard a faint, familiar click which told her that the door has just been unlocked. Frag! It's a TRAP! The thought jilted her right up (and sobered her up real quick in the process) and she was ready to bolt when she hears a loud engine coming somewhere from off the street. I KNEW this was a bad idea! I'm gonna skin that son of a pig alive when I get my hands on him!
She assessed the situation quickly; 1) she didn't have time to call Dan, and even if she did, he'd come too late anyway, so that option's out. 2) She could run, but whatever was coming for her was going to be faster that her, so that was also useless. 3) She could stay and fight, but she only brought enough for small measure of personal protection, and if it was a mob of losers coming after her, then she's fragged.
A few seconds later, her choice seemed to be made for her, as a huge troll on a Chopper (she knew it sounded familiar!) came to her direction. I... am... soooo... fragged... She prepared for the worst, but the troll just ignored her and walked passed as he opened the door to the garage and went in. Well, I'm glad that's over with. And also for the fact that he's gonna be on our side, redirecting the bullets away from me..... And with that last thought, she followed inside.
After that little escapade, she was feeling a bit playful (maybe from the adrenaline), so she decided to play around a little. She got close to the troll's back side, and as soon as he finished his intro, she leaned half-way out, and with a cheery, British accent, she introduced herself.
And I'm Wet-wire! Nice ta meetcha' all, chummers! Any of you want to explain to me and my partner here what this job's all about, then?
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Post by Falindraun on Apr 13, 2006 0:13:37 GMT -5
"Partner? If you mean what i think u mean i would split you in two and i guarantee that you would need to use your DocWagon contract and will come out of it with not one but two new shiny cyberarms. But whatever their your arms." And ducks to walk into the garage. Then leans on something that wont buckle much under his weight. And looks out toward the mountians I never tire looking at those mountians, cause their always on the west when you're in denver. "So whats the job?"
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Post by mechwarrior6 on Apr 13, 2006 10:29:18 GMT -5
The small ork in the fatigues shrugs. "Beats the hell out of me. I wasn't told exactly what the job was, just given a buncha contact numbers for who is gonna be in on it. We were actually taking bets on what it's about." He grins at the troll. "Wanna throw in some cred on that action?"
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Post by Falindraun on Apr 13, 2006 14:07:33 GMT -5
"Sounds cool to me. Just as long as i get to rip sombodys arms off."
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Post by phantom on Apr 13, 2006 14:25:31 GMT -5
A bit intimidated (and disappointed) by the troll's reaction, she moves away from the troll and moves toward the orc. Geez big guy, why don't you cool it a bit, huh? I was havin' a little bit o' fun, is all. Why don't you save all that energy for later when we need it, gov'ner?, said Alexis.
Dropping her ridiculous accent, she then turns to the orc. Since Mr. Humor over there ruined my fun, I guess I got nothing better to do than try gambling to pass some time.
She takes out her pocket secretary, and after staring at it for a few seconds, puts it away with a sour look on her face. Huh, good thing I got a call for the job when it did. My fund's a little low, so I'll just put in for 50 Nuyen. Now, since corporate infiltration is my specialty, and I was called on for this job, I'm betting that it's gonna be part of the operation. Fair?
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