Limit of Infinity: A Shadowrun RP (Game thread)

[BlindTom]

"Alright Shit Sniffler? I hope you haven't conked out again because this right here, this is what you were born for bro."

The words rippled away from Chromad's comlink on a wave of scrambled access ID codes, reaching out and failing to mesh with the dead CPU of the Shiawase microdrone unfortunate enough to have been designated "Shit Sniffler." Chromad quickly found the problem in his logs. Poor Shit Sniffler had scuttled his last, meeting death on the galoshes of some shady corporate goon. He was going to have to scrape the poor bugger off the floor and cobble together a new life for him. Not that he was a stranger to that sort of thing. Chromad knew all about flux. He was a huge fan of rebirth, and that was why he wasn't going to dwell on the semi solid puddle in his trousers. He was, as always, bouncing back.

So maybe Dalton wasn't all they seemed? Neither was Chrome. Neither were his terrifyingly groovy visitors. Oh god. Those guys. They were the shit. The kind of guys that might crush a childs toy just to see him cry. Chromad wasn't going to cry. He stepped out of his soiled trousers, letting them thud like bricks onto the filthy floor of his van. He was Stone cold. The real deal. He was going to show them he could play with the best of the big kids.

Chromad stood naked in the dark. Twining a coquettish finger around the secret place behind his ear. He thrust the first of the nights decoded bounty home into its slot and immediately knew how to do... Was there even a name for that? Chrome found himself giggling at the thought of even more of this forbidden fruit. He had an all nighter ahead of him. He always had an all nighter ahead of him these days but this one wouldn't be filled with masturbation and self loathing. No. Tonight. He was going to get Digital, and then on, kitted out, to Club Raven. The place already seemed constructed of all the dreams burning in his head, and all the nightmares smouldering in his ruined undies.


Chromad's first foray into the world of serious crime, whether he would be victim or perpetrator, began at 2:15 AM when he stumbled into club Raven yanking a group of BTL laden trodes out from under his hood. Tongue lolling from the taste of Beethoven's eyes, eyebrows twitching from the dumpshock. He threw his gaze blearily about the room.

 

[3quency]

Nik liked the place better when it was crowded. As it was, he felt exposed. Obviously, that was the whole damn idea but that didn't mean he had to like it. Whoever this Johnson was, he musta been real confident in his surveillance counter-measures.
A table, obviously where he was supposed to be going. Nik could already see a few runners sat down. Some kinda... furry elf, a mountain of a man (not quite troll-height but still) in some heavy rad-suit, some sleazeball with a girl on each arm and a further few shady types, mostly looking around the bar and at each other, with the healthy level of suspicion you see in runners that aren't dead yet.

Well Nik was hardly one for big greeetings so he sat his ass down at the table. Then, like a good little mage, he quickly flicked his senses over to the astral. At least one other magic user. His blood ran cold. One of their number wasn't showing up. He'd been there on the physical but in the astral, nothing. The fuck? Nik thought.

He shifted back, and sure enough the fellow was still there. Weird.
It was about then that the suited giant yelled "You! Explain things."
That was a big question as far as Nik was concerned. And it was rare he bothered answering the small ones.

So there he sat, keeping to himself, wondering why Kodiak still was answering her fucking 'link.

It was gonna be one of those nights.

Spoiler: OOC

Incidentally, I may disappear for a few days some time tomorrow, and I don't know if there'll be much in the way of internet access where I'm going. Just to forewarn.
EDIT: retconned my description of Nova. Y'know, so it's actually correct.

 

[Redryhno]

The most recent man to walk in screamed mage, from his Astral presence to the way he held himself, looked like he could do with a few extra meals. And he had the swagger of a cop, Lone Star or Knight Errant, the only question was, was he one of the SIN-dumped that had started running the shadows in the last few years, or was this whole thing a set-up by Lone Star?

It was just outside of their normal patrols, but not that far to be unusual if this was a set-up. He resolved to stop drinking right then, just as soon as he had one final sip, this wasn't the real stuff, but it was the best synth-drink he'd had in a few years. The man flopped down into a seat adjacent to him and that itself made him uncomfortable. The child in the suit was still screaming at them, but he just ignored them. If they didn't know what this was, then it meant a bigger cut if this went better than expected.

"So, tell me, how long you been a cop?" He directed the question at the human sitting next to him, quite pointedly. Wulf knew he was faster than the human, he was a mage, and beyond some cosmetic adjustments, he didn't have any cyberware. He was about as pure as they came anymore, well, besides the Wild Shamans, and they didn't have any because they couldn't afford it, in his opinion.

 

[Asclepion]

Simon Taylor approached the private club in Seattle's neon-lit Gateway entertainment district. Outside, she saw Asian men in dark suits drinking, smoking, and playing cards. Thousands of nuyen went back and forth each minute, the money shining in the glow of the lights. She is behind two women- one in a short red cocktail dress, the other in a schoolgirl's pleated plaid skirt and white blouse. Both women cover their mouths and giggle at the suited guards. When Taylor passes, an arm reaches out in front of her.

"You're not old enough, princess."

"Greetings, friend. I was told to come to Club Raven at 2. AM."

The suit laughed. "That wasn't for you, kid. Come back when you're legal."

"Sore wa shincho ni suru no yoidesu. Kono basho o hogo shinakatta baai, karera wa anata o korosudeshou."

He stared at her, face flushed with shock. The man stepped forward, but the other one put a restraining hand on his shoulder. He paled back. Taylor winked at him and as she walked inside.

 

[mextliloco]

Spoiler: ooc

I will not be available most of tomorrow but I'll be back as of Saturday

"I don't suppose you are here to meet some pissed off aisians as well?"

Jamal had watched the strange man come in. His image had thrown of an enormous amount of static when it passed in front of his eye in the front. He didn't know what this person was but he was on guard already.

"I am here to meet a Mr. Johnson. His temperament is unknown to me. I suggest you take a seat. Others will be arriving soon I suspect.

Jamal watched several more curious individuals walk over and settle at a table nearby. He opted to observe from his seat until his employer emerged.

This is quite the group. I don't know what this Mr. Johnson has in store for us, but the sheer size and diversity among us bodes an ill omen.

 

[Floris2123]

The suit began to scream and demand and Doc was taken back to the real world he was lost in his book as usual but not anymore. He put it in his bag and looked around. After waiting and seeing allot of people enter with a few really strange ones Doc decided that he might just as well try to make contact with someone he looked around before deciding to make contact with the assassin kind of guy the way he breaths and the way he carries himself gave him away and his weapons are pretty high quality looking. Which was hard to pay for but not if you focus primarily on wetwork jobs.

Doc stood up avoiding the commotion and slowly walking through the darkness as much as possible trying not to attract attention he walked over to the assassin elf. He had decided that he was a good choice to try and make friends with. Assassins were generally strong he was a also fellow elf as well as something about the way he looked peeked his interest he looked cold something they had in common. He stood in front of him then put his arm and hand forward for a handshake.

"My name is Finwe but everyone calls me Doc what is your name? O and can I sit down please?"
Doc smiles at Sebastian and looks pretty happy.

 

[Evrant-Knight]

Sebastian looked up, and saw that the Elf from earlier, had put his hand forward, on the pretence of a handshake. He decided to stand up, and return the gesture.

"Greetings young one, it is a pleasure to see a fellow Elf here this morning. Of course you can sit down. The name is Sebastian since you asked so nicely. Please, have a seat." He then returned to the position he was at earlier, and began scanning the new arrival. There seemed to be a backpack, filled with various medical items, and other paraphernalia. Finwe as he called himself, also brought two semi-automatic handguns, and from the looks of it, they were Desert Eagles. There was also a machete attached to his waist.

"You certainly have come prepared for a fight Finwe. Then again, in the business that we dabble in, its good to be prepared. As for my armaments, this is just stuff I carry, when not on the job. When on assignments, I wield things with a little more punch. I take it from the nickname of 'Doc', your have medical skills correct? And also, your here for the same reason as I am?"

 

[Floris2123]

"Thank you and it is good to see a fellow elf."

Finwe sat down as Sebastian had offered him a seat. Looking at how he was talked to by Sebastian Finwe decided that he had made a good choice in talking to him.

"Yes I have come prepared you never know what you might come across. But your weapons are far more impressive. Might i ask what kind of weapons you carry with you during jobs? And you are correct the nickname doc was given to me by people I healed in the field I am quite good at healing people. Well if the same reason is 20.000 Nuyen and a shady job then yes the same reason.
How where you contacted? What are you skilled in guns ? hacking ? stealth ? magic?"

 

[Evrant-Knight]

"Well Finwe, as for how as I was contacted, this job that we are all currently waiting for, was forwarded to me, whilst on another assignment. You know, they've probably sent the body to the morgue right now for identification, and to notify next of kin, if she had any." Sebastian remarked with a sly smile, sitting back in his chair afterwards.

"As for my skills, well, if you want a general term, I suppose assassination would be the correct definition of what I do. But if you want a complete skill set, add these to the following list. Stealth. Hand-to-hand combat. Swordplay. Guns. Hacking. All these skills, were taught to me, by the fraternity I was in since childhood."

"So. How did you learn your trade?" He then asked, returning the question back to Finwe.

 

[Floris2123]

Finwe looks impressed as you tell your skill set.

A real life assassin wow i made a really good choice in coming to him.

Finwe smiled at Sebastian's previous assignment story. He is cold just like my good.

"Well all my medical skills were thought to me back home in one of the best schools in the country i followed an education there. My other skills however I learned somewhere else. I had a master when I was younger who taught me a lot of thing like magic, guns, hand to hand, knife usage, stealth, traps. But he was unable to train my for long so in most of those things I am good but not the best you would easily defeat me in hand to hand I think. What kind of type fighter are you? I am an mystic adept/doctor or in street name Band-aid."

Finwe leans back in the chair and takes a good look around.

"Want to guess which ones are mages?"

Finwe looks at ease and is happy to be talking to such an nice and interesting person.

 

[3quency]

It didn't take long for somebody to ask the question, which was as always to be expected.
It was that furred elf that did the asking (what were they called? Night Kin? Night Ones? Nike had now idea).
"So how long you been a cop?"
Nik took a quiet moment to study the elf before answering. He was an adept. There were more than one of them here, too. But this guy in particular sent Nik's alarms off. From the looks of things, the scar, the expression, this guy was a ganger. That'd explain the suspicion sure enough. Nik was getting tired of answering this question, but if he wanted some semblance of trust from the others, he'd have to reply. He made a guess about which gang the guy was from, and responded.

"How long was I a cop. Quit in '62. So no, not a bust. Don't think I ever went against an Ancient either."

He hoped it was a good guess. Nik knew only too well that Elf plus Ex-Gang does not mean he's from an all Elf gang.

He took a quick look around again. This dude was an adept. If things got ugly then Nik would barely have time to slide the colt free from his sleeve before he went down.

Guess I'll have to trust his better nature. Nik thought, smirking a little.

 

[3quency]

Spoiler: OOC

Oops, my bad there. I'll just go retcon myself.

 

[Gabanuka]

Roberts watched as the group slowly grew, this was shaping up to be an interesting job. Aside from the suited thing straight out of an old sci-fi film the rest of the people waiting around were your normal breed: assassins, mages, scum in the form of every race under the sun thinking it was time to make a move he looked for someone to strike a conversation with; the elves were off in a booth talking about nature or some shit while the suited fellow was waltzing around with a serious sense of superiority. Johnson was just sitting there, he'd finished his meal and was just watching the group with intrigue as if enjoying their little small talk more than they were, whatever the job was it could clearly wait in his eyes.

Then he saw a girl walk in, she must of been some urchin who wandered off the street. She was about 15 with am aura of quiet power about her, Roberts could always spot a mage but she clearly wasn't, yet the feeling of power remained. Either way she was way to young to be in this place surrounded by a group of people likely to fire two rounds in her head, something made him want to keep her safe; probably the time when he got a bullet in his leg of walking into the wrong club as a kid. He got up out of his seat and as he walked changed his face from grouchy old cowboy to preset 11 an unremarkable man in his late 20's, as he grew close to the girl his skin began to crawl as it did when he saw a particularly large bug around his base. Roberts hated bugs.

"Hey kid. I suggest you run back to whatever shelter you're living in, this is not a good place to be tonight"

 

[Evrant-Knight]

"Want to guess which ones are Mages?" Finwe had asked, as he scanned each of the individual members that had gathered here for this assignment. Sebastian looked around the room, giving each person a cautionary glance, as he tried looking for tell tale signs of a magic user. Whilst he himself lacked any form of magical ability, Sebastian could occasionally sense someone who did.

"Hmm, there are a couple here, aside from yourself Finwe. That one over there, guy who looks like he used to be a Lonestar operative. There is also that being wearing the orange spacesuit, although, the magic there seems different, like it isn't natural." Sebastian sat back, and watched as a young girl, no older than fifteen, and having an affinity with insects entered. A twenty year old man approached her.

"Hey kid. I suggest you run back to whatever shelter you're living in, this is not a good place to be tonight." The man retorted, advising the young girl to leave this place, probably due to the array of dubious characters. Sebastian then called out to the man, catching his attention.

"Whilst I commend your act of wanting to keep the young lady safe, you have to ask the question of, what if she wants to be here? She, like the rest of us, have been probably asked to come here, so the terms of the contract can be discussed." He remarked, saying it rather calmly. Sebastian then spoke to the young girl.

"You know Miss, whilst some of us look like we could kill you without a second thought; some of us are rather nice. Take for example, myself, and my young friend here; we're rather pleasant people, aren't we?"

 

[drmigit2]

As everyone else wandered in, Venaticus was disturbed by a girl walking in with a large suit. While it was not dramatically uncommon for such occurances to happen, he could see the AI within suit and hear what it was doing. A little girl and her AI accomplice, I had better keep a close eye on this one.

One by one, others joined in and soon the club was crowded with elves, mages, a wolf man and so on. He remained quiet as his goal was to get attention off of himself, not become affiliated with more vagrants and the like. Why is it never a group of people with candy and nice television who want to talk about what they saw on the Matrix yesterday? Always a group of people who kill and rob with no second thoughts about it. A thought occurred to Venaticus that while they might be the organic ones, if they could kill without remorse then wasn't he more human than them? All these atrocities and he was the only one attempting to put an end to them. What a confusing world the gods created.

Venaticus went on the matrix for a bit to check on the husband, to see if he was right. To his disappointment, he was. Three murdered, two children and their father, expected linking to earlier murder of elf and of aged male. He quickly sent a message to one of his contacts asking for him to figure out which gang the elf woman and her husband ran with. The males name was Stephen Cone and Venaticus knew that either it was a rival gang looking for vengeance or their old gang looking to keep them quiet and he would bring a stop to whoever murdered an entire family to keep their "agenda" going.

 

[Floris2123]

"You are right you have an excellent eye. and there is something wrong with her magic well not wrong just unnatural I don't know what it is. And yes that guy is a mage and there are also allot of adepts."

Finwe looks impressed.

The young girl enters and the man starts talking to her then Sebastian starts. Finwe takes a good looks and sees some strange kind of magic.

Finwe adds
"Yes we wouldn't hurt you. And we are pleasant people like my friend said. If you want you can take a seat."
Finwe pushes a chair backs and looks at her with a smile inviting her to sit down at their table.
He whispers to Sebastian.
"She has some strange kind of magic. And is probably stronger then me with magic watch yourself"

Did he say friend?... Did he mean that?... I hope so..

 

[Terratina.]

This night was turning out to be a looong one. Just sitting there and watching the Weirdo Brigade increase in number as more people turned up reminded why he chose not to become a private investiagator. Sheer boredom. He looked over to the group and picked up a snippet of conversation:

"That guy is a mage and there are also a lot of adepts."

What sort of job was this going to be? One with mages and adepts and magical explosions everywhere? He cursed, this wasn't his sort of job. He looked back at the twins. Totally exhausted after that number on the dance floor.

"What is it now?" Lindsey sighed.

"The pair of you need a rest." Charlie said "As a good gardener I take care of my flowers. The cab is waiting outside if you wanna crash in your house."

"You don't have to tell us twice." Lisa replied.

And with that, they were gone. Marlowe sighed with relief, they wouldn't be caught in this, they would be safe and it was all thanks to him. Charlie took his pencil and paper out and added the two to The List. After that he walk over to the Weirdo Brigade.

"Anyone here because of a Jap Johnson?"

 

[Redryhno]

"How long was I a cop. Quit in '62. So no, not a bust. Don't think I ever went against an Ancient either."

"Good for you, it's probably why you're still alive."

Wulf looked out again at the group assembled, very magic heavy, by the look of it, more adepts than had gathered in the last ten years from his experience. Whoever was in the suit began casually throwing a ball of energy from one hand to the other, seems whenever it didn't know what it was doing, it yelled first, and then tried some kind of intimidation? Whatever, it mostly bored Wulf and made him choose whoever was in it to die first if this run went sour, right before the cop. If they were that stupid or that inexperienced in the streets then they didn't have the right to live on them.

He stayed with his decision to quit drinking for the rest of the night and instead watched the room swell, content to sit and watch the drinking,bickering, and general joviality of the place. It was much quieter than he was used to, so he easily heard conversations all around the room to listen to. Maybe give himself some kind of a heads-up about who else was here and any discontents so that if the cop was lying, he knew who to watch for and where not to go.

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

Clay was through with his water and halfway through his scotch before something caught his eye; a faint glimmer from across the club. His eyes quickly spotted the source: a metal necklace, or rather a collar from the looks of it. The gleaming jewelry definitely stood out from the rest of the man's attire, which was the sort of clothes one might wear when they had little to no intention of doing so much as even looking at their front door that day. In other words: certainly not the outfit one would be wearing to any sort of formal gathering. Clay hopped off the barstool, making sure grab what was left of his scotch to bring along, then made his way over to the booth that the man with the interesting piece of metal sat. Deciding to go ahead and take a seat on the booth bench across from the man, he set his scotch down along with his hands on the table, making his unique extra features clearly visible.

"Say, pal," said Clay, smiling cheerily, shortly before taking a sip of his scotch. "Mighty fancy piece of metal you got there. Not somethin' ya see in your run-of-the-mill jeweler's catalogue. Anyways, bad ice breakers aside, the name's Clayton. Though you can just call me Clay. Judging from the muttering I keep picking up on from the rest of the crowd, I feel I can safely assume you're here for the same reason as most of us. Though I suppose it'd be pretty rude to not at least ask what brings you to this side of town."

 

[Gabanuka]

Whilst? Roberts was starting to remember why he didn't like Elves. This one looked familiar though, Roberts was certain he had seem him before in some of the less savoury clubs Seattle had to offer. He looked the Elf up and down,he was carrying unremarkable equipment, nothing that gave evidence of his trade, but those eyes. Red and gold. Roberts was always told that know everyone with a reputation in the city and when you're an assassin running around with those kinda eyes you were bound to be noticed.

"Yes Mr Shade, some of us are nice people"

Spoiler: OOC

Pretty sure it makes sense for Roberts to recognise you