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 March 11th 2075 Oh Seattle, that shattered city on the west coast of north america. The city that people immediately think of when they hear the word "shadowrunner." Everyone knows its a hotspot of running since it was first created after the fallout of the ghost dance war. Seattle has seen it all, megacorps rise, megacorps fall. Crash 1.0! Renraku Arcology *ahem* Our Lucky Contestants Kurou "Kiwi" Yukimura a Elf Cyber-Adept Ninja by quantumninja PUNCHARCHER a Orc Punch/Archer by Piell Slingshot a Elf Wheelman by Jolinaxas Rigged Deck a Human Decker by ProfessorCirno Barbara Wilson A human Face by AmyL Shine, a Human GunKata Adept by Swags Sawbones, Troll Doctor MysAdept by Docdee Post your character sheets (no fluff) in your first post and link back to it in all further posts please. Also your edge, and wounds and nuyen available (recommended but not required. I will keep track.) OOC THREAD Use the orokos dice roller with your characters name and campaign "Splintered in Seattle" AtomikKrab fucked around with this message at 22:31 on Nov 30, 2014 |
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GROUP CONTACTS "Invisible" Annie Goldsmith | Connection 4, Loyalty 1 | Criminal Defense Attorney AtomikKrab fucked around with this message at 18:34 on Dec 3, 2014 |
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For Plot Storage and other nefarious means. Persons of Interest Theodore Athack Race: Troll Position: Detective with Knight Errant Motivation: Unknown Likes: Kaf, suspects going quietly, beating the crap out of suspects who do not go quietly Dislikes: Newbies, having to deal with this political drek AGAIN. Words and Phrases of Import The Shadows A Racist Scumbag CHIMERA Places of Intrigue Banshee 1267 163rd Avenue NE, Redmond, Seattle AtomikKrab fucked around with this message at 18:37 on Dec 3, 2014 |
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Nov 26, 2014 00:21
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GAME START, ROUND 0: YOU ALL MEET UP IN A HOLDING CELL For the interest of clarity, None of you are involved in this heist that you are accused of, for once you are innocent. Kurou "Kiwi" Yukimura  You are watching the morning news trids quite peacefully when "BOOM" a battering ram hammers open the door to your loft apartment and two Knight Errant officers slam through right behind it dropping the ram and pulling out a warrant and a taser. half a dozen more are behind carrying riot gear. The Pawn on the left is a female dwarf she starts making a spiel "Mr. Hachiro Maki, Your YAKUZA rear end is now officially under arrest for the hijacking of a NeoNET commlink shipment at 20:43 Last night, you have the Right to remain... [Standard Cop Bulldrek here]. Now are you going to come with us quietly or do we have to get Physical?" You have no idea what she is talking about, the male human next to her looks like he has an itchy trigger finger, or wired reflexes. You are not wearing any armor and will have to make an edge test to have a weapon on hand, but do you even try to resist? Daniel "Hood" Craig  It's "SEVEN IN THE MORNING, WHY AREN'T YOU SEIZING THE DAY?", or at least thats what your alarm clock is screaming, but that didn't wake you up, what woke you up is your door being literally blown off its hinges by a breaching charge as a swarm of KE officers pour in and come piling up the stairs guns pointed at you screaming at you to "GET DOWN ON THE FLOOR, DOWN ON THE FLOOR, YOU ORK SCUMBAG" as you are blearily staggering out of your bedroom to the railing. "Slingshot"  Today is an early day for you, you are in your garage putting the last finishing touches on your van when the automatic motors raise the door. Outside are about 10 KE officers in full uniform, one a nice looking Ork in a detectives outfit steps forward with a warrant in hand. "Ms. Irene Stratton? I'm afraid we have evidence involving you in a robbery last night, stolen shipment of commlinks out in Tacoma, i'm sure you are completely innocent in this matter, but i'm afraid we've got orders to search your van and bring you in for some questions down at the station." He does at least give you a pleasant smile, the impassive officers behind him are less assuring to you though. Minjun Young "Rigged Deck"  You are floating in a wicked wiz BTL sim jazzed out of your mind and then 24A%as5#Ad3! AN EXTREMELY, I MEAN EXTREMELY, rude troll KE officer yanks your datajack out of your deck, dumpshocking you back to reality (take 2S, I already soaked for you.) and slaps cuffs on you while dragging you out of your apartment, a bunch of metahuman officers are sniggering at the poor little blizted out decker criminal being hauled to the pokey. You think they said something about a shipment of commlinks out in Tacoma and we calling you 'Jihoon Kim' that's one of your fake sins but you weren't in tacoma last night and you certainly didn't steal any commlinks lately. Name: Barbra Wilson Alias: 'Twirling Meg' 'Melody Natler'  You are awakened to a knock on your door. Opening it is a fidgeting human KE officer and behind him leaning against the outer wall of the block of low rent flats is a bored looking but very very large troll detective. "Uhm... Miss Wilson?" pipes the officer nervously as he shakely holds up a warrant (must be his first time.) "I'm uhm.. ah.. I'm sure its a mistake but you are implicated in a d-d-daring robbery last night and we needyouto come to the station to answer some question, i'm sure it won't ta-take long miss." The Troll sighs and pushes him to the side. "Mam, You are going to need to come with us to answer some questions about where you were last night, and why you were in Tacoma, and why you decided to knock over a NeoNet transport filled with new commlinks, Lets not have any trouble, because you don't want to wake up in the hospital being charged with "assault on a LEO"." "SHINE"  7:00 AM and 9:30 AM Its a nice, if cold March morning, you are out jogging on the pleasant woodland path near your apartment *fwiph* it all goes dark and you wake up cuffed slumped over in a chair in a dank and barren interrogation room, looks like the old Lone building downtown, in other words Knight Errant. A pleasant looking female dwarf detective is seated in front of you smiling and leaning against the wall is an ugly son of a Amerind Ork. The Dwarf speaks "Hello Mr..." She looks at a paper for effect. "John Preston, My name is Detective Harley Quinnzel, and this is Detective Roan Redoak. You are here under arrest for suspicion of committing armed robbery on a shipment of commlinks out in Tacoma last night, do you happen to have an alibi for 8:43 last night?" Sawbones  Bad morning doesn’t begin to cut it when you’re woken by a loud knock on your door at 7 a.m. on a MONDAY by two hard-nosed KE dicks and half a dozen patrolmen, all smiling like they won the lottery. The leader of the group, an Amerind ork snorts at you and says "Alright big guy, you gonna come quietly and I can read you your rights and all that drek, or are we going to have a problem?" You can try to resist if you want but you are seriously outnumbered and unprepared. If you go quietly you will be interrogated by the two detectives assigned to the case, you can either choose to roleplay the interrogation with me (preferably in irc with logs posted here.) or just clam up and demand a lawyer. And Go AtomikKrab fucked around with this message at 01:43 on Nov 26, 2014 |
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Kurou "Kiwi" Yukimura < quantumninja> Look if you want me in jail just start me in jail Kiwi sits across from the interrogator, a humorless expression on his face. The police did not scare him. They did not know him. And soon enough two of Sato's lawyers would be here to bail him out. Not because they wanted to be, and not because Sato liked it, but because if that did not happen, Yikimaru might report it to the Japan outfit. So Kurou sat there in handcuffs at the table, quiet and steady, certain it was a temporary situation. He followed most of the one-sided conversation the man across from him was having, but it was easier to ignore a language when it took you mental effort to translate, so instead he sat thinking about the new Legend of Earthlight album. It was lucky that he had bribed Al at the front desk to well, because it had given him ample time to remove his illegal goods to the safe he had prepared in the wall of his apartment before the police burst in. At any rate, this wasn't a job he had done, and was a genuine waste of time for the Knights, which gave him at least a little joy. Starting Nuyen: 4d6*100 1600 QuantumNinja posted:Kurou "Kiwi" Yukimura QuantumNinja fucked around with this message at 23:57 on Dec 16, 2014 |
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John Preston Preston closes his eyes for a moment, thinking of where he knows the name. "Harleen "Harley Quinn" Quinzel was a comic book villain from the millenium until the mid-50s. Vicious, short, merry, lovely, hideous, happy, sad, precious, deadly, and worthless. Sidekick, too. Always a sidekick. Nerd parents are the worst, aren't they?" He never answers the question. Roan Redoak's holster was unlatched. Was that on purpose? Were they tempting him? He knew he could take care of these two -- the Ork's Predator was not a clean weapon but it would do the job on an eye socket well enough -- but then there was getting out of here without dying. He didn't have his suit on. Just running clothes. Why hadn't he brought a gun? Because he'd thought everyone was sufficiently fooled by John Preston that bringing a gun to go jogging would be suspicious. If it's asked again, Preston furrows his brows, contemplating a number of things. His eyes glance to the door, to the top of the table so suspiciously free of evidence, to his own wrists. "I believe I'll be talking to my UCAS-provided lawyer now, answering no further questions, and suffering your presence no longer." He smiles at Harley, a pure business smile that fails to reach his eyes, and then stares ahead of him at the table. pre:== Info ==
Street Name:
Name: Unnamed Character
Movement: 12/24
Karma: 0
Street Cred: 0
Notoriety: 0
Public Awareness: 0
Human Male Age 37
Height 5'10" Weight 168
Composure: 8
Judge Intentions: 9
Lift/Carry: 6 (45 kg/30 kg)
Memory: 7
Nuyen: -5996
== Priorities ==
Metatype: B - Any metatype
Attributes: A - 24 Attributes
Special: C - Adept, Magician, or Technomancer
Skills: E - 18 Skills/0 Skill Groups
Resources: D - 50,000¥
== Attributes ==
BOD: 3
AGI: 6
REA: 4 (6)
STR: 3
CHA: 4
INT: 5
LOG: 3
WIL: 4
EDG: 8
MAG: 5
== Derived Attributes ==
Essence: 6
Initiative: 11 + 3d6
Rigger Initiative: 11 + 3d6
Astral Initiative: 10 + 2d6
Matrix AR Initiative: 11 + 3d6
Matrix Cold Initiative: 5 + DP + 3d6
Matrix Hot Initiative: 5 + DP + 4d6
Physical Damage Track: 10
Stun Damage Track: 10
== Limits ==
Physical: 5
Mental: 5
Social: 6
Custom Ballistic Mask [+1] (Only for intimidation, Must be visible)
Vashon Island: Sleeping Tiger [+1] (Must be visible)
Astral: 6
== Active Skills ==
Gymnastics : 2 Pool: 8
Intimidation : 3 Pool: 7
Perception : 4 Pool: 9
Pistols : 6 [Revolvers] Pool: 12 (14)
Running : 1 Pool: 4
Sneaking : 2 [Urban] Pool: 8 (10)
== Knowledge Skills ==
Architecture : 3 Pool: 6
Combat Tactics : 2 [Ambush] Pool: 5 (7)
Fashion : 2 [Suits] Pool: 7 (9)
Russian : 3 [Speak] Pool: 8 (10)
Shadow Community : 1 Pool: 6
Vory : 1 [Safe Houses] Pool: 6 (8)
== Contacts ==
Lessa Peabody (2, 4): Lessa is a ghoul fence working out of Puyallup.
Shine brings him bodies, Lessa and her boys take them apart. Lessa
sells the goods, and gives Shine his cut.
Tremble (1, 1): Tremble's a low level Vory fixer stationed out of
Anchorage, but with lines to Vory jobs along the coast and back in Russia.
Vassili Prakovi (3, 1): Vassili is a wage-mage still connected to EVO and
stationed in Vladivostok. He occasionally sells shine information, very
pricey information, on the megacorps or various operations. He has a keen
insight into wards, and is good to call when facing those.
== Qualities ==
Adept
Consummate Professional - +2 Social to employers. Divide karma by 20 to determine Street Cred.
Lucky
Sharpshooter - Decrease Called Shot Penalty by 2. All other shots get -1.
SINner (Corporate) (EVO Corp)
Strive For Perfection - Half Called Shot Penalty. Cannot make non-Called Shots.
== Powers ==
Hang Time Rating: 2
Improved Reflexes 2
Light Body Rating: 2
Skate
Wall Running
== Lifestyles ==
Council Island Studio Apartment 1 months
== Armor ==
Custom Ballistic Mask 2
+Image Link
+Respirator Rating 6
+Single Sensor Rating 2
+Ultrasound
+Smartlink
+Vision Enhancement Rating 2
+Vision Magnification
Vashon Island: Sleeping Tiger 13
+Custom Fit
+Newest Model
+Nonconductivity 3
+Ruthenium Polymer Coating 3
+Thermal Damping 3
+Universal Mirror Material 6
== Weapons ==
Ruger Super Warhawk
+Smartgun System, Internal
Pool: 12 (14) Accuracy: 7 DV: 9P AP: -2 RC: 1
Ruger Super Warhawk
+Smartgun System, Internal
Pool: 12 (14) Accuracy: 7 DV: 9P AP: -2 RC: 1
Ruger Super Warhawk
+Smartgun System, Internal
Pool: 12 (14) Accuracy: 7 DV: 9P AP: -2 RC: 1
Ruger Super Warhawk
+Smartgun System, Internal
Pool: 12 (14) Accuracy: 7 DV: 9P AP: -2 RC: 1
Unarmed Attack
Pool: 5 Accuracy: 5 DV: 3S AP: - RC: 1
== Martial Arts ==
Gun Kata
+Close Quarter Firearms (Pistols)
Reduce Attacker in Melee Combat modifer by 1.
+Stagger
Reduce penalty for Called Shock (Shake Up) or Called
Shot (Specific Location (Eye, Ear, Sternum)) by 1.
+Tricking
Reduce Called Shot (Trick Shot) by 1.
== Called Shots ==
GENERAL
Blast Out of Hand: -0DP. Item comes to rest (NH-1)m away.
Dirty Trick: -0DP. -4 DP on net action.
Harder Knock: -0DP. Turns stun into physical.
Shake Up: -0DP. -5 Init.
Splitting Damage: -0DP. Split damage between tracks.
Trick Shot: -0DP. +Hits to Intimidation.
Vitals: -0DP. +2 DV.
BODYPART
Ankle: -2DP. DV Limit 1. Slowed (half speed). Winded (no Complex).
Ear: -2DP. DV Limit 1. Deafened. Stunned (B+W (2)).
Eye: -2DP. DV Limit 1. Blinded. Stunned (3).
Foot: -2DP. DV Limit 1. Stunned (3). Slowed. Winded.
Forearm: -1DP. DV Limit 2. Broken Grip. Weak Side.
Genitals: -3DP. DV Limit 4. Stunned (4). Nauseous (4). Buckled.
Gut: -1DP. DV Limit 8. Stunned (2). Nauseous (4). Slow Death.
Hand: -2DP. DV Limit 1. Stunned (2). Broken Grip. Weak Side.
Hip: -1DP. DV Limit 3. Knockdown (S+A (DV+3)). Slowed.
Jaw: -2DP. DV Limit 2. Stunned (2). Unable to Speak.
Knee: -2DP. DV Limit 1. Stunned (2). Knockdown. Slowed.
Neck: -2DP. DV Limit 10. Stunned (3). Bleedout.
Shin: -1DP. DV Limit 2. Knockdown. Slowed.
Shoulder/Upper Arm:-1DP. DV Limit 3. Stunned (1). One-Armed Bandit. Weak Side.
Sternum: -2DP. DV Limit 10. Stunned (3). Fatigued. Winded.
Thigh: -1DP. DV Limit 3. Slowed. Winded.
AMMO TYPE
APDS
Bulls-eye Double-Tap: -0Dp. DV Limit None. Weapon AP x 3 + Ammo AP.
Through and Through: -Armor and 1/2 Body of hostage. DV Limit 1 (hostage) and none (criminal).
EX-Explosive
More Muck: -0DP. DV Limit 0. -6 DP on next action.
Shake, Rattle, Boom: -0DP. DV Limit 0. -8 Init.
Troll Finger Popper: -0DP. DV Limit 3. Blast out of Hands (does 3 damage to target hands, +2 meters)
Frangible
Here's Muck: -0DP. DV Limit 0. -5 DP on next action.
Stick n' Shock
That Hit Spot: loving nothing. This is useless.
== Commlink ==
Fairlight Caliban (ATT: 0, SLZ: 0, DP: 7, FWL: 7)
Meta Link (ATT: 0, SLZ: 0, DP: 1, FWL: 1) x4
== Gear ==
Ammo: APDS (Heavy Pistols) x60
Ammo: EX-Explosive Rounds (Heavy Pistols) x60
Ammo: Frangible Rounds (Heavy Pistols) x60
Ammo: Stick-n-Shock (Heavy Pistols) x60
AR Gloves
Autopicker Rating 6
Certified Credstick, Standard x10
Concealable Holster x4
Crowbar
Datachip x10
Earbuds Rating 3
+Select Sound Filter Rating 3
Fake SIN (John Preston) Rating 5
Light Stick x4
Medkit Rating 3 x3
Miniwelder
Restraint, Metal x2
Restraint, Plastic x10
Standard Tags x10
Tag Eraser
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WE DON'T TALK ABOUT SEOUL AND SEATTLE Rosy stares at the towering troll with a badge in disbelief. "Wait, I am going downtown while on a KE's training day? Seriously? A training day and he uses the words, a daring robbery? Alright, I shall comply with the young officer's endeavor because he is aided by your mulish appearance based on erroneous datum that Knight Errant has used on this day to rouse me. Would you fancy me if I take a cup of rosey before I am conveyed in a polite manner down to where the constabulary reside?" Twitching, she swings the door open, "Would you two like a cup before I go downtown?" ooc: Following with no complaints, take Rosy down but she wants counsel. Oh and I'll guess pre:Name: Barbra Wilson Alias: AmyL fucked around with this message at 04:46 on Nov 26, 2014 |
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Starting Nuyen: (5d6)*500 9000 Daniel glared at the interrogator. Back in his condo, he'd briefly considered trying to fight his way out, but there were too many for even him to take. Probably. Still, the fact that he hadn't resisted didn't mean he was here willingly, and he'd figured that staying quiet would be best until he figured out what was going on. He hadn't pulled anything major recently, and they hadn't charged him with anything yet, so he couldn't figure out why (and how) they had found him. Until he did, he might as well play big dumb ork. pre:== Info == Street Name: Hood Name: Daniel Craig Movement: 20/40 Karma: 0 Street Cred: 0 Notoriety: 0 Public Awareness: 0 Ork Composure: 5 Judge Intentions: 5 Lift/Carry: 18 (165 kg/110 kg) Memory: 8 Nuyen: 9715 == Priorities == Metatype: C - Human, Dwarf, Elf, or Ork Attributes: B - 20 Attributes Special: E - Mundane Skills: D - 22 Skills/0 Skill Groups Resources: A - 450,000¥ == Attributes == BOD: 7 AGI: 6 (10) REA: 5 (6) STR: 7 (11) CHA: 2 INT: 3 LOG: 2 WIL: 3 EDG: 2 == Derived Attributes == Essence: 1.00 Initiative: 9 + 2d6 Rigger Initiative: 9 + 2d6 Astral Initiative: Matrix AR Initiative: 9 + 2d6 Matrix Cold Initiative: 3 + DP + 3d6 Matrix Hot Initiative: 3 + DP + 4d6 Physical Damage Track: 12 Stun Damage Track: 10 == Limits == Physical: 12 Mental: 4 Social: 3 Ballistic Mask [+1] (Only for intimidation, Must be visible) Vashon Island: Sleeping Tiger [+1] (Must be visible) Astral: 4 == Active Skills == Archery : 4 [Bow] Pool: 14 (16) Gymnastics : 1 Pool: 13 Heavy Weapons : 1 Pool: 11 Palming : 1 Pool: 11 Perception : 3 Pool: 6 Pilot Ground Craft : 1 Pool: 7 Pilot Watercraft : 1 Pool: 7 Running : 1 Pool: 14 Sneaking : 6 [Urban] Pool: 18 (20) Swimming : 1 Pool: 12 Throwing Weapons : 1 Pool: 11 Unarmed Combat : 6 [[Martial Art]] Pool: 16 (18) == Knowledge Skills == Alcohol : 1 Pool: 7 Area Knowledge: Seattle : 3 Pool: 9 Bars and Clubs : 1 Pool: 7 Combat Tactics : 1 Pool: 6 Gangs : 1 Pool: 7 Japanese : 2 Pool: 9 Music : 1 Pool: 7 Or'zet : 3 Pool: 9 Sperethiel : 2 Pool: 8 Sports : 1 Pool: 7 == Contacts == Uncle Leo (1, 5) == Qualities == Addiction (Mild) (Alcohol) Catlike Distinctive Style Low-Light Vision Natural Athlete Prejudiced (Specific, Outspoken) (Technomancers) SINner (National) Weak Immune System == Lifestyles == Dangerous, Cramped High 1 months == Cyberware/Bioware == Bone Density Augmentation Rating 4 Mnemonic Enhancer Rating 3 Muscle Augmentation Rating 4 Muscle Toner Rating 4 Orthoskin Rating 4 Platelet Factories Synaptic Booster Rating 1 == Armor == Armor Clothing 6 Armor Jacket 12 +Fire Resistance 6 +Nonconductivity 6 Ballistic Mask 2 +Chemical Protection 6 Vashon Island: Sleeping Tiger 13 +Custom Fit +Fire Resistance 4 +Newest Model +Nonconductivity 6 +Ruthenium Polymer Coating 3 == Weapons == Bow (Rating 10) Pool: 14 (16) Accuracy: 6 DV: 12P AP: -2 RC: 4 Grenade: Flash-Bang Pool: 11 Accuracy: 12 DV: 10S (10m Radius) AP: -4 RC: 4 Grenade: Fragmentation Pool: 11 Accuracy: 12 DV: 18P(f) (-1/m) AP: +5 RC: 4 Grenade: High Explosive Pool: 11 Accuracy: 12 DV: 16P (-2/m) AP: -2 RC: 4 Grenade: Smoke Pool: 11 Accuracy: 12 DV: (10m Radius) AP: - RC: 4 Shuriken Pool: 11 Accuracy: 12 DV: 12P AP: -1 RC: 4 Unarmed Attack Pool: 16 (18) Accuracy: 12 DV: 14P AP: - RC: 4 == Commlink == Erika Elite (ATT: 0, SLZ: 0, DP: 4, FWL: 4) == Gear == AR Gloves Arrow: Barbed Head (Bows) Rating 10 x10 Arrow: Hammerhead (Bows) Rating 10 x10 Arrow: Injection (Bows) Rating 10 x10 Arrow: Stick-n-Shock w/Static Shaft (Bows) Rating 10 x10 Contacts Rating 3 +Vision Enhancement Rating 3 Crowbar Earbuds Rating 3 +Audio Enhancement Rating 3 Fake SIN Rating 5 (Marcus Brolin) +Fake License (Bodyguard License) Rating 5 +Fake License (Projectile License) Rating 5 +Fake License (Restricted Cyberware License) Rating 5 Gecko Tape Gloves Goggles Rating 4 +Image Link +Flare Compensation +Thermographic Vision +Vision Magnification Grenade: Flash-Bang x3 Grenade: Fragmentation x3 Grenade: High Explosive x3 Grenade: Smoke x3 Medkit Rating 6 Narcoject x10 Restraint, Metal Restraint, Plastic x10 Shuriken x5 Tag Eraser Trodes == Vehicles == Suzuki Mirage (Racing Bike) +Morphing License Plate +Spoof Chips +Sensor Array Rating 2
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Slingshot As the cops walk in, Slingshot turns off the "Brighter Day" moodchip she'd been running and tries to wipe the junkie smile off of her face before she slides out from under the van. Getting up and cleaning the grease and oil from her hands with a nearby towel, she slides her hands into her pockets and shrugs. "You have evidence, but you're sure I'm completely innocent. Is that a warrant? Could you send a copy to my commlink?" After some introductory stalling to see whether he was just fishing for a bribe or not, she sends a mental command to the van, opening its doors. Hopefully such a gesture would distract them from the only slightly concealed mounted FN-HARs and other non-standard modifications. "Go right ahead. I take it I'm driving with you, Detective." pre:== Info ==
Street Name: Slingshot
Movement: 8/16
Karma: 0
Street Cred: 0
Notoriety: 0
Public Awareness: 0
Elf
Composure: 9
Judge Intentions: 10
Lift/Carry: 5 (30 kg/20 kg)
Memory: 7
Nuyen: 4760
== Priorities ==
Metatype: D - Human or Elf
Attributes: C - 16 Attributes
Special: E - Mundane
Skills: B - 36 Skills/5 Skill Groups
Resources: A - 450,000¥
== Attributes ==
BOD: 3
AGI: 4
REA: 5 (8)
STR: 2
CHA: 6
INT: 4
LOG: 2
WIL: 3
EDG: 1
== Derived Attributes ==
Essence: 1.04
Initiative: 12 + 1d6
Matrix AR Initiative: 12 + 1d6
Matrix Cold Initiative: 4 + DP + 3d6
Matrix Hot Initiative: 4 + DP + 4d6
Physical Damage Track: 10
Stun Damage Track: 10
== Limits ==
Physical: 5
Mental: 6
Social: 9
Mortimer of London: Berwick Suit [+1] (Must be visible)
Mortimer of London: Ulysses Coat [+1]
== Active Skills ==
Automotive Mechanic : 2 Pool: 4
Con : 6 Pool: 12
Disguise : 5 Pool: 9
Electronic Warfare : 4 Pool: 6
Etiquette : 4 Pool: 10
Gunnery : 6 Pool: 10
Impersonation : 4 Pool: 10
Leadership : 1 Pool: 7
Navigation : 1 Pool: 5
Negotiation : 4 Pool: 10
Palming : 5 Pool: 9
Perception : 1 Pool: 5
Pilot Aircraft : 1 Pool: 9
Pilot Ground Craft : 6 Pool: 15
Pilot Watercraft : 1 Pool: 9
Pistols : 1 [Semi-Automatics] Pool: 5 (7)
Running : 1 Pool: 3
Sneaking : 5 Pool: 9
Survival : 1 Pool: 4
Tracking : 1 Pool: 5
== Knowledge Skills ==
Area Knowledge: Seattle : 4 Pool: 10
Corporate Culture : 2 Pool: 6
English : N Pool: 0
Go-Gangs : 3 Pool: 9
Japanese : 2 Pool: 8
Salish : 2 Pool: 8
Security Tactics : 4 Pool: 8
Smuggling : 3 Pool: 9
== Contacts ==
Lemmy Spokes, Dwarf "Mechanic" (4, 3)
Ridah, Go-Gang Leader (3, 3)
Three-Waves, Fixer (3, 2)
== Qualities ==
Addiction (Moderate) (BTLs)
Dependent (Nuisance)
Gearhead
Insomnia (Basic)
Low-Light Vision
== Lifestyles ==
Apartment w/ Garage 1 months (Bad Area, Workspace)
== Cyberware/Bioware ==
Used Quality:
Control Rig Rating 2
Datajack
Skin Pocket
Tailored Pheromones Rating 3
Voice Modulator Rating 6
Normal Quality:
Mnemonic Enhancer Rating 2
Reaction Enhancers Rating 3
Reflex Recorder (Skill) (Pilot Ground Craft)
== Armor ==
Chameleon Suit 9
+Chemical Seal
+Thermal Damping 3
=or=
Mortimer of London: Berwick Suit 9
+Custom Fit
Mortimer of London: Ulysses Coat 3
+Concealability
+Custom Fit (Stack)
== Weapons ==
PSK-3 Collapsible Heavy Pistol
+Hidden Gun Arm Slide
+Laser Sight
+Silencer, PSK-3 Collapsible Heavy Pistol
Pool: 5 (7) Accuracy: 5 DV: 8P AP: -1 RC: 1
Unarmed Attack
Pool: 3 Accuracy: 5 DV: 2S AP: - RC: 1
== Commlink ==
Transys Avalon (ATT: 0, SLZ: 0, DP: 6, FWL: 6)
+Sim Module, Hot
+Satellite Link
+Trid Projector
== Gear ==
Ammo: APDS (Assault Rifles) x500
Ammo: Stick-n-Shock (Heavy Pistols) x80
Earbuds Rating 3
+Spatial Recognizer
+Select Sound Filter Rating 1
Fake SIN (UCAS "Irene Stratton") Rating 5
+Fake License (Driver's License) Rating 5
+Fake License (Restricted Cyberware License) Rating 5
Fake SIN (Burners (SS-N, UCAS)) Rating 2 x2
Glasses Rating 4
+Image Link
+Flare Compensation
+Thermographic Vision
+Vision Magnification
Jammer, Directional Rating 6
Mapsoft (Various Area Maps) x5
Micro-Transceiver
Moodchip x10
Survival Kit
Tag Eraser
Tool Kit (Automotive Mechanic)
White Noise Generator Rating 6
== Vehicles ==
GMC Bulldog Step-Van (Van)
+Chameleon Coating
+Morphing License Plate
+Rigger Interface
+Smuggling Compartment (Troll)
+Spoof Chips
+Weapon Mountx2 (FN HARx2)
+Sensor Array Rating 2
+Atmosphere Sensor
+Camera
+Omni-directional Microphone
+Motion Sensor
+Laser Range Finder
+Ultrasound
Hyundai Shin-Hyung (Sport Sedan)
+Chameleon Coating
+Morphing License Plate
+Rigger Interface
+Smuggling Compartment (Dwarf, Human, Elf, or Ork)
+Spoof Chips
+Sensor Array Rating 2
+Camera
+Omni-directional Microphone
+Atmosphere Sensor
+Motion Sensor
+Radio Signal Scanner
+Laser Range Finder
Karma Spent:
30 : Starting
+22: Negative Qualities
-20: Log and Str 1->2
-11: Gearhead
-05: Outdoors 0>1
-06: Automotive Mechanic 0>2
-10: Leadership, Perception, Pilot Air and Water, Running 0>1
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 Sawbones The troll jolted at the sound of his door being kicked open overpowering the music coming through his headphones. He still had a habit of waking up early, getting ready for his shift. He slowly, deliberately, crushed out his handrolled cigarette, removed the headphones, and stood up from his ratty, overly-stressed couch. He weighed the pros and cons of socking this sellout in the mouth, then calmly put his hands on the back of his head. Sure, he was a troll, but he was a SMART troll, which is hardly something anyone expects. "My man," Jeff said coldly, staring at the ork. "Are you getting as much as you deserve for this?" pre:BOD: 5
AGI: 3 (5)
REA: 3 (5)
STR: 6
WIL: 4
LOG: 5
INT: 3
CHA: 2
EDG: 4
ESS: 6
INI: 9+3d6
MAG: 6
Ment: [6]
Phys: [8]
Soc: [4]
Phys: 11
Stun: 10
Overflow: 5
Composure: 6dp
Judge Intentions: 5dp
Memory: 9dp
Lift/Carry: 90+15(11dp)kg lift, 30+5(11dp)kg above head/60+10(11dp)kg carry
Movement: 10/20/+5dp
Soak: 27dp
ADEPT POWERS:
Improved AGI 2
Improved Reflexes 2
Mystic Armor 1
Heightened Concern
Empathic Healing
SPELLS:
Blast 12dp
Stunbolt 12dp
Detect Life 12dp
Heal 14dp
Oxygenate 14dp
Stabilize 14dp
Physical Barrier 12dp
QUALITIES:
+Mentor Spirit: Bear (+2dp for Health spells, +2dp resisting damage, Berserk
-Code of Honor: Warrior's Code
-Loss of Confidence: First Aid
KNOWLEDGE/LANGUAGE SKILLS:
English N
Lakota 3 (INT)
Corporate Lifestyle 3 (LOG)
DocWagon Procedures 4 (LOG)
Magic Theory 3 (LOG)
Hip-Hop 3 (INT)
ACTIVE SKILLS:
Stealth 2
-Sneaking 7dp
-Palming 7dp
-Disguise 5dp
Automatics 6 11dp
Clubs 5 10dp
Exotic Melee Weapon: Ballistic Shield 5 10dp
First Aid 4 9dp-2dp (LoC)=7dp
Perception 5 8dp
Spellcasting 6 12dp, +2dp for Health spells
Summoning 5 11dp
LIFESTYLE:
Low Lifestyle, 1 month
-R4 Fake SIN
-R4 Fake License (Guns)
-R4 Fake License (Awakened)
WEAPONS:
Colt M23
-Internal Smartgun
-Spare Clips x3
-Gel Rounds x80
-Capsule Rounds w/ Pepper Punch x40
Stun Baton
ARMOR: 12(14) {18(20)}
Armor Jacket
Ballistic Shield
GEAR:
Transys Avalon commlink
Meta Link commlink x2
Trodes
R1 Contacts
-Smartlink
R6 Medkit
Trauma Patch x3
R4 Antidote Patch x4
Telescoping Mirror on a Stick
Reagent, Hermetic x50
Standard Credstick x3
Contacts
Shakes, Fixer 3C/1L
-Almost nobody takes this novacokehead seriously, but somehow Shakes manages to
get teams together for jobs. With Sawbones' rep, this was the best guy he could
get in touch with.
Ol' Pete, Homeless Man 1C/3L
-Homeless people see a lot, and tend to be invisible to the well-to-dos. Ol'
Pete's been invisible for a long time, but not to Sawbones. He regularly checks
up on Pete, and Pete likes to have someone to talk to about the things he sees.
"Invisible" Annie Goldsmith, Criminal Defense Attorney C4/L1
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Minjun Young "Double Tap" Edge: 5/5 Starting Nuyen: (5d6)*500 9500 Minjun stays quiet the entire time. He was rich (for now). He could afford a good lawyer. Eventually, he was put in front of an interrogator. An interrogator. It wasn't too long ago he was facing bug spirits shoved into cyberzombie bodies, and they brought out an interrogator. It was slightly adorable. Silence would win the day here. Besides. He still had his deck in his arm. If things got really bad, he'd just surf the net a bit and contact a proper lawyer through the Matrix. On the sly, of course. pre:== Info ==
Street Name: Rigged Deck
Name: Minjun Young
Movement: 4/8
Karma: 0
Street Cred: 0
Notoriety: 0
Public Awareness: 0
Human Male Age 26
Height 178 Weight 72
Composure: 7
Judge Intentions: 9
Lift/Carry: 5 (30 kg/20 kg)
Memory: 14
Nuyen: 9551
== Priorities ==
Metatype: D - Human or Elf
Attributes: C - 16 Attributes
Special: E - Mundane
Skills: B - 36 Skills/5 Skill Groups
Resources: A - 450,000¥
== Attributes ==
BOD: 3
AGI: 2
REA: 2 (3)
STR: 2
CHA: 4
INT: 5
LOG: 6 (8)
WIL: 3
EDG: 5
== Derived Attributes ==
Essence: 2.4
Initiative: 8 + 2d6
Rigger Initiative: 8 + 2d6
Astral Initiative:
Matrix AR Initiative: 8 + 2d6
Matrix Cold Initiative: 5 + DP + 3d6
Matrix Hot Initiative: 5 + DP + 4d6
Physical Damage Track: 11
Stun Damage Track: 10
== Limits ==
Physical: 4
Mental: 11
Social: 5
Astral: 11
== Active Skills ==
Artisan : 1 [Cooking] Pool: 6 (8)
Computer : 5 Pool: 13
Con : 1 Pool: 5
Cybercombat : 6 [Devices] Pool: 14 (16)
Cybertechnology : 1 [Repair] Pool: 9 (11)
Disguise : 1 Pool: 6
Electronic Warfare : 6 [Communications] Pool: 14 (16)
Etiquette : 1 Pool: 5
Gymnastics : 1 Pool: 3
Hacking : 6 [Devices] Pool: 14 (16)
Hardware : 5 Pool: 13
Impersonation : 1 Pool: 5
Leadership : 1 Pool: 5
Negotiation : 1 Pool: 5
Palming : 1 Pool: 3
Perception : 6 Pool: 11
Performance : 1 Pool: 5
Pistols : 6 [Heavy Pistols] Pool: 8 (10)
Running : 1 Pool: 3
Sneaking : 1 Pool: 3
Software : 5 Pool: 13
Swimming : 1 Pool: 3
== Knowledge Skills ==
Area Knowledge: Seattle : 4 [Downtown] Pool: 12 (14)
Bars and Clubs : 1 Pool: 9
Business : 4 Pool: 15
Computer Science : 4 Pool: 15
Data Havens : 4 [Matrix] Pool: 12 (14)
English : N Pool: N
Fashion : 1 Pool: 9
Japanese : 1 Pool: 9
Korean : 4 Pool: 12
Matrix Games : 4 Pool: 12
Or'zet : 1 Pool: 9
Politics : 1 Pool: 12
Salish : 1 Pool: 9
Security Design : 4 [Corporate] Pool: 12 (14)
Seoulpa Rings : 1 Pool: 9
Sperethiel : 1 Pool: 9
Street Drugs : 4 [BTLs] Pool: 12 (14)
== Contacts ==
Billy Goat Gruff, troll fence with a truly bizarre sense of humor (4, 1)
Caroline "Care Bear" Yoshida, Harajuku fashionista by choice, Horizon PR researcher by necessity (1, 5)
== Qualities ==
Addiction (Mild) (BTLs)
Allergy (Uncommon, Mild) (Grass)
Distinctive Style
SINner (National) (UCAS)
Weak Immune System
== Lifestyles ==
Downtown apartment (High) 1 months
== Cyberware/Bioware ==
Cerebral Booster Rating 2
Datajack
Mnemonic Enhancer Rating 3
Obvious Full Arm (AGI 9, STR 3, Physical 4) (Right)
+Armor Rating 3
+Customized Agility Rating 6
+Enhanced Agility Rating 3
+Cyber Holster
+Cyberdeck
Smartlink
Wired Reflexes Rating 1
== Armor ==
Forearm Guards 1
+Auto-Injector
+Biomonitor
Form-Fitting Body Armor 10
+Concealability
+Custom Fit
+Gel Packs
+YNT Softweave Armor
+Medkit Rating 6
== Weapons ==
Savalette Guardian
+Smartgun System, Internal
+Sound Suppressor
Pool: 17 (19) Accuracy: 7 DV: 8P AP: -1 RC: 2
Unarmed Attack
Pool: 8 Accuracy: 4 DV: 3S AP: - RC: 1
== Commlink ==
Novatech Navigator (ATT: 6, SLZ: 5, DP: 4, FWL: 3)
== Gear ==
Ammo: EX-Explosive Rounds (Heavy Pistols) x24
Ammo: Gel Rounds (Heavy Pistols) x24
Baby Monitor
Browse
Bug Scanner Rating 1
Contacts Rating 3
+Vision Enhancement Rating 3
Data Tap
Decrypt
Defuse
Earbuds Rating 3
+Audio Enhancement Rating 3
Edit
Encryption
Exploit
Fake SIN (Jae Su Lee) Rating 4
+Fake License (Firearms) Rating 4
+Fake License (Deck) Rating 4
+Fake License ('Ware) Rating 4
+Fake License (Job: Student) Rating 4
Fake SIN (Jihoon Kim) Rating 4
+Fake License ('Ware) Rating 4
+Fake License (Firearms) Rating 4
+Fake License (Deck) Rating 4
+Fake License (Job: Spider) Rating 4
Fork
Hammer
Respirator Rating 6
Signal Scrub
Simrig
Slap Patch, Antidote Patch Rating 6
Slap Patch, Stim Patch Rating 6
Slap Patch, Trauma Patch
Sneak
Standard Tags x10
Stealth
Tag Eraser
Toolbox
Track
Tripchip x2
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Slingshot The cop looks at you "uh I only have an electronic paper warrant, i'm sure you can get a download at the station." meanwhile you are cuffed and officers search through your vehicle while the detective is reading your rights to you. Perception on your behalf You realize they aren't even TRYING to find anything, something is up, and who doesn't have a digital warrant? there is some other game going on here. Sawbones The ork looks at your straight. "Omae I deserve my own private island but I am not getting one, this just pays" he chuckles "the bills, you know?" You are swiftly cuffed with troll-grade manacles and lead down to the station. Everyone else but those two, unless they also want to skip the boring interrogation/trying to squeeze additional info out of these jerks The irony dawns on you before you’re halfway through the hour-long interrogation, being asked the same questions over and over (and for that matter, harder and harder). You had nothing to do with the truck of commlinks that got hijacked in Tacoma at 8:43 p.m. last night. Wrongfully accused isn’t how you’d usually describe yourself, but even a broken clock is innocent twice a year, or something. It’s almost enough to bring a smile to your face, as there’s no way they’re going to make this stick. It’s not long before the detectives get tired of your stonewalling and realize they’re not getting anywhere with their good cop, bad cop routine. They pull you out of the cramped interrogation room, and march you down the hall to a holding cell full of other malcontents like yourself, a bunch of unusual suspects. The other unusual suspects are of course, the other players interact for a bit before I push the plot along to the next bit sundayish when i'm back from my vacation, I can still do some other limited things in the meanwhile. Special Bonus to Roselyn "Rosy" Rockwell The troll takes you up on the offer of some kaf, he introduces himself as detective Theodore Athack and thanks you for your kindness before taking you down to the station to be interrogated, he even forgoes the cuffs. The Current Time is 10:13 AM (when you get dumped into the holding cell) Do you know where your hellhound is?
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Sawbones 4/4 Edge Jeff knew he hadn't done anything they could pin on him. He's only had a couple of jobs since before his departure from DocWagon, but those were nothing major and he made sure he wasn't leaving corpses behind. He also knew that, as a troll, if he had objected the cops would have been able to justify shooting him. That smug loving ork knew it too. "No explanation for why I'm here," he muttered, staring at the floor in front of him. "But I guess all that information's too much for a big dumb trog's tiny brain to process, right?" The sound of the cell door opening broke him out of his trance. He looked up to see a conga line of various people shuffling in. A couple elves, an ork, and three humans. One of the human males and the elf male gave off vibes of cold professionalism. Those guys probably DID do something, he thought. The other two humans appeared to know each other. Maybe their run went bad and they were ditched by the rest of whatever team they had? He thought the elf girl and the ork looked like they had come from the same type of life that he had temporarily been able to escape from. Cops must just love messing with poor people, apparently. Even after they get money. He idly scratched an itch near one of his horn stumps. "Morning," he spat. I have no idea how people in jail interact with each other in real life, as much like my character I've never been there before. Doc Dee fucked around with this message at 07:20 on Nov 28, 2014 |
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Slingshot 1/1 EDG "Yup, because that's how -that- works. One moment, detective - hey boys, you might want to look in that thing with the tab in it, near the front. It's called a glove compartment. Nothing in there but a dead-tree copy of my registration and a half-eaten bag of SoyFrootCubes, though. Help yourself, I guess..." Moving closer to the ork, Slingshot held up her currently cuffed hands and narrowed her eyes. "Is there anything you want to tell me while your boys not-search my van, or should we head to the station to get... whatever this is over with?"
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John Preston (8/8 Edge) He occasionally says infuriating things, but reveals nothing. "You're repeating yourself." "You've asked that question seven times already, detective." "You're boring Redoak and I. Try a different tactic, perhaps?" When she eventually yanks him to his feet -- pity it wasn't Redoak, or he would have gone for the ork's unclasped gun -- he takes a glance at her watch. "Four hours and thirty-seven minutes. What a waste." As such, by the time Preston is escorted to the holding cell, the ride side of his face is flushed red from an open-handed slap. He decides then that he likes Detective Quinzel. She was good people. More corrupt cops might have just left him in a ditch. As Quinzel takes his cuffs off, Preston resists the urge to rub his wrists because he knows it looks whiny and unprofessional. Instead he nods to her, with a, "Thank you, Detective. Please let your partner know he's running unclasped," and then walks into the cell. He takes a seat across the cell from Sawbones. It's pure racism: he doesn't know how much a troll in this situation might try to be a bully, and without a pistol to put the troll down he was at a severe disadvantage. "Morning," he says in reply to the troll. Preston takes the time to rub his wrists now, once all of the cops are out of sight. "Do you happen to have an unjammed 'link on you?"
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Minjun Young "Double Tap" Edge 5/5 "Morning. Unless they let you bring your commlink in or you want to admit to smuggling one in - and the less I know about that the better - afraid you're techless for now." Rigged Deck leans against the wall, passing the time through a few small games that didn't need the Matrix to go (they still made some, though not as many). Ok, so technically he DID have something similar to an unjammed commlink. They didn't need to know that right now. He didn't want to do any hacking and risk Overwatch when he's already IN a prison cell. He'd seen a prison cell before. He had gotten out before, too. No biggie thi - Was that Melody? He can't help himself from staring a bit. Oh, no. Oh no no no no no. We are NOT having a repeat of Korea. ProfessorCirno fucked around with this message at 21:35 on Nov 28, 2014 |
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Roselyn "Rosy" Rockwell 5/5 "See? Do something kind for someone, they do not clap you in irons or clobber you on the head while taking you downtown," Rosy stares at the drag ceiling, pretending to concentrate so she can not look around to spot that familiar, cocky face staring back at her. Unwanted baggage from that fiasco of a run that fell apart in Korea. More importantly, unwanted baggage from that fiasco of a run against Ares, Renarku, S-K, Renraku, a psychotic wannabe Catholic warrior nun, and that mad Corgi. Rosy continues to study the ceiling for the mysteries of life, pointedly ignoring and hoping he gets the point not to say anything or else.
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Jolinaxas posted:Slingshot 1/1 EDG "Oh we have a clever girl don't we?" snorts the Ork, "Could have been nice but I think i'll just have you rot for a few hours before we even get around to processing you." You are roughly pushed into the squad car and hauled off. Then dumped into an empty holding cell where you rot for a few hours eventually taking a nap only to be rudely awoken by a succession of other malcontents being thrown in. Go directly to the holding cell, do not pass the interrogation room, do not meet the two detectives
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Kurou "Kiwi" Yukimura Kiwi sat on the bench of the jail cell with a sort of lazy comfort that only comes about when jail cells become a regular occurrence in your life. At least they let him keep the suit, which mostly covered the Yakuza tattoos all over his body. He almost concealed them, too, but any well-dressed Japanese man with ink in a prison cell pretty much pointed exactly one direction. The thick Japanese accent didn't quiet help, either. But at least he could meet these people before the lawyers showed up, because some of them looked just as criminal and comfortable as he did. And that they were sitting here probably meant shadowrunners. Which meant they might have work they could get him. So he put on his best smile and tried to strike up a conversation. "I am to understand you are... all professionals? We have arrived at too perfect a time; they must be asking for the same thing of all of us. Is it possible we are all on the same set-up?" I just realized this is the exact plot of the Usual Suspects. I think AmyL should be Keyser Soze. QuantumNinja fucked around with this message at 19:01 on Nov 29, 2014 |
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Slingshot 1/1 EDG Slingshot, having been woken up by the influx of new arrivals, pulled herself up to sitting position. Hours without a chip reminded her why she preferred not to deal with unaltered, objective reality. "The hell for? This certainly isn't a dinner out with Mr. J - if the cops wanted us to pull something shady, there are channels for this kind of thing. It's certainly a song and dance, though. I watched half a squad pretend to search my van for like, forever." Oh man, I totally call McManus. =D
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Minjun Young "Double Tap" Edge 5/5 "Could be they're trying to recruit. Get us all in here nice, pretty, and scared and then someone walks in with a particularly dangerous plan or low pay off with our rescue as part of the deal. Or, we sit here pretty until a mysterious benefactor frees us and asks us a 'favor.' Or who knows what else?" He gives a grin. "'Course, I'm no criminal, and I'm sure none of you are either. So who knows what they could try to recruit us for?"
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Sawbones 4/4 Edge "Beats me," Sawbones shrugged. "I'm just a medic. Can't imagine who would need that on some kind of big fancy run." His lousy fixer never gave two shits about his knowledge of healing, both medical and magical means. Shakes only cared about the fact that he's big.
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John Preston "Silence," orders Preston. "Knight Errant enclave in downtown Seattle? You think this cell isn't bugged? Speaking in slang and sarcasm won't serve anyone here." The man sighs, crosses his arms over his chest, and leans back into the bars of the cell.
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Daniel "Hood" Craig Edge 2/2 Hood had settled into his usual routine when not sure what to do - he leaned against the cell wall, arms crossed, and looked annoyed. He wasn't the smartest guy around, and he knew it, and if you didn't say anything and just listened you could find out quite a bit. The others seemed to think they were being recruited for something. Well, if that was true, that was fine enough. And if it wasn't, well, the human who'd just imitated Hood's stance was right - no use giving KE anything they didn't already know.
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Sawbones 4/4 Edge "Look," Sawbones said to Preston. "You guys might be getting picked up for something, but me? This is clearly a case of Pin the Crime on the Trog, and they don't even have the decency to tell me what I'm being framed for." It's DocWagon all over again, he thought to himself. He gestured at Hood. "This guy probably got the same treatment. Didn't you?"
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Kurou "Kiwi" Yukimura Kiwi sits quiet for another moment before addressing Sawbones. "We're all here for them to pin the crime on. Hell, someone sitting here probably did it. But we keep our mouths shut, we wait for our lawyers, we walk away. And if these pigs want a favor, we tell them moka-moka su-su." Then he leans back against the wall of the cell, waiting for his lawyer. QuantumNinja fucked around with this message at 21:30 on Nov 30, 2014 |
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John Preston If they ran his DNA, he'd be found out. He was still an EVO employee, and figuring out who he was would never be that hard. Granted, it would mean the lawyers from the Arcology would be here just as soon as his information was placed in the system, but then there'd be the clean up. Detective Quinzel. Detective Redoak. That Officer they had guarding the cells. Jimson? Jameson? Jerrson. His handlers would make him do it, and he would, and then he'd just go back to being an EVO wage-slave, killing on the clock and eating when he was told. It wasn't a fun life, but it was what he knew, and he was good at it. No matter what, though, he'd find whoever it was that tranqed him and make sure they were spotless. That insult could not stand. Nodding to Danial and Kurou, Preston stays leaned against the bars and watches the hall outside, waiting for whoever was behind this little charade to reveal himself.
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Minjun Young "Rigged Deck" Edge 5/5 Mr Orders got a roll of the eyes. "In case you missed recent events they already pinned a fake crime on us. Well, on me at least, but I assume it's the same as the rest of you. They aren't going to go to the effort of snatching some randos off the streets and throw themin the dunk tank just to wait for them to confess to literally anything else. And as far as just waiting for a lawyer goes, they already pinned some of us for a crime we didn't do; what makes you so sure they're gonna call our legal assistance?"
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Kurou "Kiwi" Yukimura Kiwi lets out a small puff from his lips. "Surely they will respect the legal precedent set here in the UCAS. Is it likely they will not? Police in Japan had meiyo, at least. But if not, then perhaps this is a more serious situation that I previously thought..." He stops for a moment, curious about this Korean's answer. If the police here wouldn't play ball, he was in a more serious situation than he previously thought.
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11:00 AM 12:00 PM 1:00 PM 1:13 PM You’ve been sweating in lockup for a while without access to a phone call or your lawyer; in other words, the world is still turning. Just as you’re starting to seriously worry that, in the ultimate irony, you might actually go down for a crime you didn’t even commit, you hear the clang of one of the security doors in the hallway, and the sound of the KE detectives bickering with a hotheaded female attorney. You hear the phrases “warrant,” “wrongful arrest,” “probable cause,” “putative identification,” and “unlawful questioning without legal counsel.” Then a begrudging and bewildered-looking uniformed officer unlocks the cage door, and a short, smiling woman in a grey, pinstriped business suit strides past him. The cops almost seem scared of the tiny little norm chica. She’s cute and slight, with short, neon-orange hair and a dusting of freckles. She looks all of fourteen, but starts talking like a high-speed robot built for dispensing rapid-fire legal jargon: “Hey, just so you guys know, I just told them they have to put you before a lineup, get the prosecutor to formally press charges, or let you go, or I’m gonna have their gonads for wrongful arrest and violation of your rights as UCAS citizens. You may be far from the forty-eight-hour deadline, but they really screwed the pooch on this one, and privatized rent-a-cops don’t get blanket protection under Qualified Immunity statutes.” You’re not sure you followed all of that, or any of it, when she presents you with her card (an ARO, naturally). It reads “Imaginary” Annie Goldsmith, Invisible Esquire. She continues. "Anyway You don't have to worry about paying me for this one, any wet behind the ears law school grad could have seen through this "fishing trip." Which is kind of funny as I was doing a little fishing of my own." She laughs at her own joke then continues to chatter about legal stuff and other things that are likely in-jokes that go over your head as you are swiftly processed out of the lock up by grumpy looking KE officers, with Detectives Redoak and Quinn in the background staring daggers at Ms. Goldsmith. Passing by the break room on your way out Rosy makes out Detective Athack sipping coffee while a another female attorney though a prosecutor is going off about something, and the troll is trying to pretend to be interested in something he has obviously heard for the thousandth time. As you step out of the brutal looking precinct building into the "clean" Seattle air and freedom "Imaginary" Annie turns to you with a suddenly more serious expression on her face. "Now as I said before I happened to be "fishing" today myself" she starts before bringing a finger up and pointing at a nearby Soybucks "So perhaps you good metas would like to join me for a cup of kaf while we discuss the catch?" 1:32 PM Downtown Seattle AtomikKrab fucked around with this message at 23:35 on Nov 30, 2014 |
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Minjun Young "Rigged Deck" Edge 5/5 | Matrix: 3/4/7/6/ Virtual Machine, Browse, Toolbox, Signal Scrub, Encryption "Man, when you call it, you call it. Yeah, sure, a cup of kaf sounds fine." Behind the cocky grin, Rigged Deck is a flurry of mental motion, sprinting through the Matrix and gathering everything he can on Imaginary Anne - or anyone else who might fit her description. Matrix Search: 10d6t5 4
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John Preston 7/8 Edge Preston's eyes snap to the hallway as Annie speaks with the cops. He stands, stretches his shoulders and calves a bit, to get his blood pumping again, ready to make a break for it if need be. Instead, he's greeted with a tiny person who's taken it upon herself to defend him. So she's either in on the whole thing, or she's connected to the Shadows, and it's not until he reads the card that he realizes which. "If this whole thing," he says, waving his hand around to gesture the cell, but clearly implying the last six hours he's had wasted, "was a recruitment ploy, you'll find my refusal enlightening as to my disapproval of your methods." He gathers what few belongs he had on him while he was running -- a single commlink, sunglasses, and AR gloves -- and smiles at the sheer inability of whichever KE slicer they had going at it being unable to break the Fairlight Caliban. Most people would question such a purchase, but Preston wasn't one of them. Once outside, he breathes a bit more freely and begins cycling through any missed messages and composing one of his own. ::Tremble. KE tranqed me on morning run. Blamed Tacoma job I didn't do. I need info: Who did it. Who implicated me. Who fired the shot that tranqed me. Imaginary Annie Goldsmith got me out. Call you later.:: "The cafe closest to the precinct where the seven of us were just falsely accused? Laser mics exist and I have no jammer on my person," Preston says to Annie. "I'll have to decline unless your briefcase is suitably equipped." Swags fucked around with this message at 00:35 on Dec 1, 2014 |
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Rigged Deck A few quick moments on the Matrix gets you information about Annie. She is an up and coming criminal defense attorney who specializes in burglary and conman cases. Another link takes you to a public judical website that has legal documents relating to several cases where "Imaginary" Annie successfully defended clients in extremely dire straits from what looked on the outside to be slam dunks. Rumors persist of her using criminal assistance to help her however as key evidence in two of those cases mysteriously went missing the day before they were to be presented at trial. Several of your queries to darker datahubs give you hints that she is also a fixer connected to the shadows. Shine Annie looks at you like you grew a third head but smiles and responds "Don't worry Sunshine, any lawyer worth her salt in Seattle cares all the 'necessary Tools'" She puts way more sexual innuendo on the last line then there needed to be. "And don't worry baby" she continues "Those pigs and I have a long history, they wouldn't piss on me to put me out if I was on fire, and I go out of my way to twist their nads whenever I can." Your Commlink chimes with a response ::Comrade, I have some answers I can give you, as much as I can without being sent to a Gulag in Siberia if you get my meaning, even those will cost you at a future time... but very well. For the First, The Shadows, For the second A Racist Scumbag... and... He Hesitates for a bit then blurts out a final word before cutting the call. Chimera. Do svidaniya.::
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Sawbones 4/4 Edge Wow, what a scheme, Sawbones thought to himself as he listened to the motormouth lawyer explain the situation. She got us framed for a crime, then she "set us free" so we'd be more receptive to her offer. He considered his other options, and figured that there's no way this could go worse than playing meat shield on one of that novacokehead Shakes's janky runs. "I could go for some soykaf."
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Kurou "Kiwi" Yukimura Kiwi grinned his whole way out of the station. He had more trouble following her legalese than most, but from what he did catch that Korean decker had pretty much laid out the events with prophetic accuracy. Still, the job offer he received in the relatively clean air of Seattle had piqued his interest. Whatever today was going to be like, it wasn't going to be boring. And an end to the boredom was, really, all he wanted. Even so, better safe than sorry, Kiwi sent a message to Sato. <<Sato, detained by KE this morning. Tacoma job that I had no hand in. Do you know the job, know the setup? Do you know one Annie Goldsmith? Can I trust her?>> With that taken care of, he followed Annie into the Starbucks and ordered a green tea. Of course, like all of the drek in the UCAS, it was half-soy and served in a small plastic packet, but it was a tolerable facsimile for his old morning rituals. "So we sit in a booth, you make us your pitch?"
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Slingshot 1/1 EDG As always, Slingshot's walk out of the KE precinct was spent figuring out exactly how she'd bug out of the Seattle area for a while. Maybe some folks on the other side of the Salish border would give her some work while she scrounged up enough cash and favors for another fake SIN as good as "Irene Stratton." Then, she'd - what? Of course there's a catch. "Fine. Soykaf. Black. And a damned good explanation, all things considered." Jolinaxas fucked around with this message at 17:18 on Dec 1, 2014 |
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Roselyn "Rosy" Rockwell 5/5 Edge "I'm only here because of the soykaf. So pitch away so we can take a swing batter batter batter." AmyL fucked around with this message at 18:46 on Dec 1, 2014 |
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Kiwi <<Foolish boy what have you gotten yourself into? The woman is not to be trusted, she is female after all, though she has not sold anyone to the ghouls as far as I know. I know not this Tacoma job you speak of... but many of our people as well as members of other organizations and independent actors have been picked up, someone is looking for another and has both the power and the need to use the law to find their target. ~Sato>>
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Daniel "Hood" Craig Edge 2/2 Unlike the others, Hood had no gear to collect - getting your door blasted in didn't leave much time to grab things. Some of the others seemed to think Annie was the one who had framed them, but he wasn't so sure. It didn't seem like she would have had to do that - if she had wanted to hire them, she could have just talked to them normally without having them arrested. "I'll listen to what you have to say," he said after he ordering a soykaf.
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