<div class="floatright">(https://img2.gelbooru.com/images/a8/54/a854448088ddb0f0ed995bbc97ad5cbd.jpg)</div><br/>The call from Mr. Stone was an annoyance for Jessica. Her fairly direct roommate was asleep and tech-rock whispered through her head as she poured over an old journal containing notes she'd made of a wizkid fight deep in the slums. As the call to come in filtered through her thoughts a dull green flickered through the white curls of her wild and waist length hair. With her roommate, the oddly named butterfly, waking she was quick to get ready herself. The baggy white cargo pants that hugged her wide hips and the tight black tube-top that clung to her shaking bust did little to distract other from the fact that her skin was a bright pink belonging more to gum then skin or that a long tail swished behind her counter to the sway of her hips. The scuffed combat boots were comfortable and not nearly as ridiculous as the platform boots she'd need to even reach the lofty heights of five foot. Slipping into her own translucent raincoat she followed along after Butterfly, faint pink threading through her curls. The trip on public transportation was not nearly as bad as it sometimes was although she did draw undo amusement from seeing how long people could meet her red on black gaze. Sadly all amusements end and it was that they came to the Dungeon, faint flickers of dull green and faint violet chasing themselves through her hair as she lagged behind and let the blonde introduce herself first.<br/><br/>For her new companions the first they'd probably notice of her would be the hazy static that would crawl through anything with an active connection as she entered the room. Settling down on a sofa against its arm she stayed quiet staring at the team Mr. Stone had pulled together as he gave out the details of the mission such as they were. By the time Mr. Stone's Q & A session was over and he headed out with his arm candy her hair was a rippling violet purple and the tip of her tail was twitching wildly.<br/><br/>With a deep breath that washed out some of the colour in her hair she leaned forwards. "Junkcat." She watched Kiddo's vacant form for a moment before turning to Butterfly. "Should I be around when she does that?"<br/><br/>Shaking her head she turns her focus on the others. "Cat guides me and the street raised me. If these gangers do have mages I'll need to head back shortly. Cutting it close to call and bind so doubt it'll be anything too potent." A smirk curls her lip, a fang briefly visible. "Course sometimes it's not the power but the tricks you have."<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Middle lifestyle Roll 4d6x100 = 1300 nuyen.<br/>At 2021-01-12 17:37:40, Hexed (uid: 56505) rolls: 4d6 Result: 13 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=151462)<br/><br/>Lets see if Junkcat knows anything about the crossed lightning and pistol gang. <br/>At 2021-01-12 20:34:22, Hexed (uid: 56505) rolls: 8d6 Result: 28 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=151463)  (3 hits and no glitches.)<br/><br/></div></div><br/><br/><br/>