Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)
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				Title: <strong>Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>03-04-2013, 15:13:06</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/82/ShadowrunAttitude1.jpg)<br></div><br><br><br><div align="center">Links:</div><br>Shadowrun: Milk Run (Interest Check) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=170084.0)<br>Shadowrun: Milk Run (Out of Character, Plot-Related Only) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=170110.0)<br>Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=170109.0)<br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ee/Zatanna-hughes.png)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Catharine<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Human Fixer/Mage<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Charisma and Willpower, Intuition and Logic<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Magic, Social<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 20's, bisexual<br><strong>Tagged:</strong><br><br>The bar is called Tuxedo's, and is named after the black and white cat of the owner, Catharine.&nbsp; Catharine is also your fixer, and she sent you a message saying that she had a job opportunity for you.&nbsp; She told you to be at her bar at 7:00 p.m. sharp, to go to the the back room, and to tell the bouncer that you're here to see Mr. F.&nbsp; She also reminded you to be dressed to impress.&nbsp; She can't have you sticking out among her more affluent clientele.<br><br>While the employees of the bar all wear black and white with the occasional bit of red, there is no dress code for the customers, although anyone wearing less than the best tends to stand out in a bad way that makes Catharine not want to call you anymore.&nbsp; Tonight, Catharine herself sports a top hat, white gloves, a jacket with tails, a cane, fishnet stockings and high heels.&nbsp; Her employees wear similar garb inspired by the most formal of formal wear, although they tend to show more skin while everything else is covered by tight material showing off their figures and physiques.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/08/Shadowrun_fashion_defnoir_by_raben_aas-d5pko80.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Findley <br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Troll Street Dealer<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Body and Strength, Charisma and Willpower<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Combat<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; African-American, 40's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> <br><br>An average sized African-American troll wearing a suit and rectangular wire rim glasses entered the bar.&nbsp; After checking in a pistol customized for his size, he saw Catharine, greeted her with a handshake and a peck on the cheek, then headed toward a meeting room where a bouncer was standing.&nbsp; The troll whispered a phrase to him, entered the room and waited.<br><br>In the meeting room, the troll sat back in his chair, his fingers interlocked on his stomach, and he seemed to be mentally accessing data on his glasses.&nbsp; He greeted anyone who got past the bouncer with the phrase "I'm here to meet Mr. F," the same way:<br><br>"Welcome.&nbsp; Come on in, have a seat, make yourself comfortable."&nbsp; He motioned to chairs around the large circular table.<br><br>Upon closer visual inspection, he actually looked kind of familiar, not that anyone besides Catharine would actually know him personally.&nbsp; He also seemed to look at ease, like he's done this before and that the bar itself was his kind of territory.&nbsp; <br><br>"Hello.&nbsp; I'll be your Mr. Johnson for tonight.&nbsp; Name's Findley.&nbsp; Feel free to order a drink."<br><br>Findley seemed like a personable kind of guy, willing to engage in small talk before talking business.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaded</strong> on <strong>04-04-2013, 06:51:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/76/Victoria_deadlands.jpeg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> One Shot<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Human Bounty Hunter<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Agility and Reaction, Charisma and Willpower<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Combat, Social<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 20's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> <br><br>One Shot was dressed in a simple yet elegant black dress, not her favourite garment but it would do for the night, as she walked up to the entrance of Tuxedo, her heels clicking on the sidewalk.&nbsp; The only thing she was visibly carrying was a matching purse, of course, she didn’t have much in there but her revolver and a number of rounds of explosive, regular, and gel ammunition.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She leaned forward slightly as she spotted the bouncer, letting him see a hint of cleavage.&nbsp; “I’m here to see Mr. F”&nbsp; She informed him before he could allow her in or send her away.&nbsp; With a smile and a pat on the cheek for the bouncer, she headed for the back room.&nbsp; <br><br>One Shot gave a respectful nod to the troll as he welcomed her, and moved to a seat that allowed her to keep her back to a wall.&nbsp; She sat gracefully, and crossed her legs, then ordered a water.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>04-04-2013, 15:31:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/08/Shadowrun_fashion_defnoir_by_raben_aas-d5pko80.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Findley <br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Troll Street Dealer<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Body and Strength, Charisma and Willpower<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Combat<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; African-American, 40's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> One Shot<br><br>The bar was a weapons-free zone, so One Shot would have had no choice but to check in her revolver and ammo at the entrance.<br><br>As she walked from the entrance to the backroom, Catharine gave One Shot a wink.&nbsp; Conversations seemed to stop for a moment as the clientele watched One Shot pass them by, then resumed a moment later when she reached her destination.<br><br>The bouncer in front of the back room stood in a black suit with his hands clasped in front of him.&nbsp; His posture perked up at the approach of One Shot, and his cybereyes did a scan up and down her body.&nbsp; He was emotionless up until that point, but the corner of his mouth curled up in an approving half-smile at the sight of her.<br><br>The large, muscular human stood a little taller when One Shot leaned toward him, and he took advantage of the opportunity to sneak a peek down her dress while appearing to lean in to hear her better.&nbsp; She said the correct phrase and even added a nice personal touch with her hand on his freshly shaven face, so the bouncer undid the velvet rope and motioned for her to enter.<br><br>Findley's eyes were staring blankly into empty space until he heard the feminine voice address the bouncer outside.&nbsp; When she walked in, he looked up at her briefly, stared into space again, then focused on her.&nbsp; As he invited her to sit and order a drink, his double take led to a more thorough visual inspection of her face and figure, and he watched her every step of the way as she went from the back room entrance to her seat, including when she sat down, crossed her legs and ordered a water.&nbsp; He finally looked into her eyes.<br><br>"Ah, a woman of few words who won't partake in a beverage with a bit of kick durin' a meetin'.&nbsp; And so exquisitelly dressed as well.&nbsp; Catharine told me she had at least one trustworthy, consummate professional comin'.&nbsp; She didn't mention beautiful as well.&nbsp; Well, if ya won't do me the honor of engagin' me in conversatin', how's about you at least give me another gander at you in that pretty dress of yours?&nbsp; Whaddya say... One Shot?"<br><br>The big Black troll raised a pair of thick dark eyebrows at her, then smiled wide, his tusks protruding a bit more than usual.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>04-04-2013, 19:27:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/Tilly2.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Tracy Grimm<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Human Grifter<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Charisma and Willpower, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Technical<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 20's, bisexual<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> <br><br>Grimm had thought about a hundred different ways to approach the situation. It was something she tended to do. Analyze and think about every possible outcome and result before attempting to do anything. It was fun for her, a game. A game she played to win. Tuxedo's had a nasty 'no weapons' policy that she rather disliked. Grimm wasn't the most capable fighter out there, but she could still be a mean shot and she hated to be without a way to defend herself. She also didn't care for the place's hoity-toity dress policy. She'd bluffed her way into places wearing her usual garb before and had a knack for holding an air about her that said 'I belong here' even when her dress made her stick out like a sore thumb. It was something she'd learned a long time ago, it was a way of carrying oneself that made it so people rarely second-guessed your purpose, even if what you'd just told them was an outright lie and would fall apart if given even a moment's thought. <br><br>Still, she respected her Fixer and her rules, so she was fairly conflicted. She'd briefly considered slipping in the back and bluffing the bouncer to slip into the room. Or she could've gone in the front, dressed nice, raised a big stink.<br><br>"Don't you know who I am?! You aren't getting my weapon! I'm Constance Nightengale, you half-witted clod! I just earned more money arguing with you in the last thirty seconds than you'll make in your entire life!" she could've said, pretending to be some high-ranking businesswoman, "What's your name?! I'll have you fired! You won't be able to stand guard at a soup kitchen when I'm done with you! Now let me in and I'd better get a free drink while you're at it!"<br><br>That would've been fun. She could come up with a hell of a story if she needed to. Indignant rage often left people dumbfounded and willing to do whatever it took to just get the yelling to stop. It was great with anything other than high-end military types. Hardened military brutes sometimes had the discipline to keep focused and see through it. Then again, with the right getup anything was possible.<br><br>In the end, though, Tracy just decided to play it straight out of respect for her Fixer. It was always fun to cause trouble but she didn't feel like taking a chance and screwing up an opportunity for some good money. So she arrived, dressed in black slacks and shiny black dress shoes, a black vest with a white dress shirt on under it, and a red 'power tie'. The more masculine getup was the complete and total opposite of One Shot's sexy ensemble, but Grimm had a way of making it work. She looked confident, intimidating, like she knew exactly why people were looking her way.<br>All part of the act, of course. Though that wasn't to say her confidence wasn't real.<br><br>After dropping off her weapons, she headed to the back to where the meeting was to take place. "Here to see Mr. F," she said, within sufficient distance so she wouldn't even have to break stride as the bouncer raised the velvet rope and granted her access. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>04-04-2013, 23:03:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ee/Zatanna-hughes.png)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Catharine<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Human Fixer/Mage<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Charisma and Willpower, Intuition and Logic<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Magic, Social<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 20's, bisexual<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Tracy Grimm<br><br>While Catharine thought of One Shot as the type to go straight to her destination the way the bounty hunter's bullets met her target, Catharine's impression of Tracy Grimm was on the opposite end of the spectrum.&nbsp; The bar owner felt that Tracy was more of a wild card and tended to be unpredictable.&nbsp; It was good in some ways - she could come up with a plan of attack that defenses would not have been able to predict.&nbsp; It was not so good in others - Tracy seemed like the type who would cause a scene just for the sake of causing a scene.<br><br>Still, Catharine liked Tracy, if only because Tracy reminded the fixer/mage of herself not so long ago.<br><br>And Tracy even dressed up in a way that would fit into Catharine's bar.&nbsp; If she dolled herself up, Tracy would have looked as lovely as anyone else.&nbsp; Tracy outfitting herself in a suit instead of a dress felt like some sort of commentary directed at Catharine, who took it as a playful jab and could only smile while shaking her head.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/600-02670674.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Thaddeus Rex<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Human Bodyguard<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Body and Strength, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Combat, Physical<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 30's, Straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Tracy Grimm<br><br>The bouncer, Thaddeus Rex, was still in front of the entrance to the backroom and had put his glasses on.&nbsp; He noticed the lady dressed like a gentleman coming toward him, and he picked up the key words during her approach.&nbsp; She was here for business, and there was no reason for Mr. Rex to slow her down.&nbsp; <br><br>Without looking, he blindly reached for the velvet rope, unhooked it, and stepped aside just in time to let the woman pass through.&nbsp; He did watch her enter the room, particularly the way her slacks hugged her rear, before setting himself up again.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/08/Shadowrun_fashion_defnoir_by_raben_aas-d5pko80.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Findley <br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Troll Street Dealer<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Body and Strength, Charisma and Willpower<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Combat<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; African-American, 40's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Tracy Grimm<br><br>The big Black troll turned to the woman who just entered.&nbsp; While he certainly dressed like an upper class kind of person, he seemed to lack the manners to stand up whenever a woman entered.&nbsp; He seemed to be from the streets.&nbsp; Still, he spoke nicely enough.<br><br>"Hello and welcome.&nbsp; Come on in, have a seat, make yourself comfortable.&nbsp; I'll be your Mr. Johnson for tonight.&nbsp; Name's Findley."<br><br>A server came in wearing black thigh high stockings and matching black elbow gloves.&nbsp; She had a white top that concealed most of her chest and stomach and white bottoms that barely covered her hips and ass.<br><br>"For me, two Johnny Walker Blues.&nbsp; For the lady in the dress, a water.&nbsp; For the lady in the vest..."&nbsp; He waited for her to finish his sentence.<br><br>When the server left, Findley addressed her.<br><br>"You must be Tracy Grimm.&nbsp; Heard a bit about you.&nbsp; That you're pretty good with your hands.&nbsp; And even better with your mouth."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaded</strong> on <strong>05-04-2013, 01:42:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/76/Victoria_deadlands.jpeg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> One Shot<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Human Bounty Hunter<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Agility and Reaction, Charisma and Willpower<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Combat, Social<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 20's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> <br><br>“A gander hmmm?”&nbsp; One Shot asked with an elegantly raised eyebrow.&nbsp; “Just what sort of gander are you hoping for?”&nbsp; She was about to say something else when the second woman entered, drawing her attention from the Mr. Johnson to the runner.&nbsp; After a quick inspection to try and decide just what sort of person she was dealing with, she gave the woman a polite nod.<br><br>One Shot felt decidedly naked without her revolver, but the rules were the rules.&nbsp; Now if they tried to steal her gun, if they didn’t return it, there would be hell to pay.&nbsp; She kept her discomfort hidden though, as she turned her attention back to watching their contact.&nbsp; It paid to know who you were dealing with, maybe he’d let something slip.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>05-04-2013, 02:24:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e1/CurvysScarlett.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Scarlet Arn Atal'ai<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Troll Mercenary<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Body and Strength, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Combat, Physical<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 20's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> <br>wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=77884705)<br><br>Fury sat in her car a moment looking herself over, the outfit just wasn't her. But she knew the owner of the club would never except her jeans and a t-shirt get up. She'd never be allowed in to the meeting if she dare tried to come in looking like that. But when you grow up with nothing but older brothers and a over protective father. All of which have no clue about girls. Well then you end up lacking in the girly fashion sense department. Thankfully Fury had a close friend, Jazz the bartender. Amazingly good for information, always seemed to know what was happening around town and who the players were. And even more so very gay and very fashion forward. <br><br>Finally deciding on a corset that hugged the upper half of her body, and flashed a bit of skin at the same time. A pair of black slack that billow out at the bottom but managed to hug her ass just so. As Jazz always said a woman simply must work her assets after all. A pair of short heeled boots and slicked down red hair finished the look. Fury didn't think she looked half bad, completely unlike her normal garb. But still something that could pass the dress code and pull a few eyes her. <br><br>So leaving her weapons in the car she walked up to the door. In the end Fury's body was in fact her strongest weapon she had. So leaving a few things in the car never bothered her. She made as little fuss at the door as possible, simply telling the bouncer she was here to see Mr. F as she was instructed. Once inside she slipped past everyone else in the crowded club and headed straight for the back room. And with a little bit of time to spare she slipped into the back room. Nodding to those already present, <strong>"Hope I'm not late."</strong> she said with a slight smile on her face.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>05-04-2013, 05:41:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/08/Shadowrun_fashion_defnoir_by_raben_aas-d5pko80.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Findley <br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Troll Street Dealer<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Body and Strength, Charisma and Willpower<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Combat<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; African-American, 40's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> One Shot, Fury<br><br>Findley wanted to hear what else One Shot was going to say, and had a retort of his own, but Tracy Grimm's entrance sidetracked what could have potentially been a fun conversation.&nbsp; While ordering drinks, Findley handed out business cards with commcodes to each of the ladies, inviting them to exchange messages through the augmented reality of the Matrix.<br><br>Findley sent a text message to One Shot.&nbsp; "Perhaps less of a gander and more of a thorough examination."<br><br>When Fury came in, he slipped her a card, too.&nbsp; Just like he did with the others, Findley checked out the way the outfit hugged the figure of yet another female shadowrunner.&nbsp; Instead of a human, this one was a troll just like was, but she looked more like a very tall, statueseque elf with horns.<br><br>"Hey, please sit.&nbsp; Name's Findley."<br><br>He said his name like he wanted to be researched.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i2.listal.com/image/1148692/936full-matthew-rhys.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Taylor<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Human Street Shaman<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Charisma and Willpower, Intuiton and Logic<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Magical, Social<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 30's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> One Shot<br><br>After Fury walked in, Taylor followed her.&nbsp; He went to shake hands with Findley, who actually got up out of his seat and pulled in Taylor for a one-armed hug.&nbsp; Taylor was a bit surprised, but went with it, then sat down.&nbsp; He smiled and nodded his head at Tracy Grimm and Fury, who he did not know, then looked at One Shot, who he had some history with.&nbsp; It must have been weeks since he saw her, and her appearance at the meet was unexpected to him.&nbsp; He found her commcode on his commlink and sent her a text message.<br><br>"I'm sorry I haven't been in touch.&nbsp; I hope everything has been good with you."<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/08/Shadowrun_fashion_defnoir_by_raben_aas-d5pko80.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Findley <br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Troll Street Dealer<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Body and Strength, Charisma and Willpower<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Combat<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; African-American, 40's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> One Shot, Fury, Tracy Grimm<br><br>"Okay, here's the deal.&nbsp; I got a job that needs doin', and I heard the word on the street that you guy and gals can get jobs done.&nbsp; <br><br>"I got a client who wants a particular item from a particular lab, and he wants it <em>tonight</em>, and <em>only</em> tonight.&nbsp; You get it for me, I make it worth your while.&nbsp; <br><br>"Maybe, if you do a good job, we work together again.&nbsp; I'm always hearin' about little jobs that need doin', you know what I mean?&nbsp; <br><br>"Sometimes I like to take a chance on new talent, because the way people tend to die off in this line of work, if we don't keep the supply of new blood flowin', pretty soon we gonna run out of people to <em>do</em> the jobs, scan?&nbsp; <br><br>"While we're at it, if you get hold of anything interestin' on your own that you wanna unload, whether it be objects or info, you come talk to me.&nbsp; I might be able to help you.&nbsp; Around here, I'm a full service shop.<br><br>"Back to the job.&nbsp; I can get access into the lab with just a little fuss.&nbsp; I can pay <del>4,000 nuyen for the team</del> 1,0000 nuyen each.&nbsp; Go in, get the item, get out.&nbsp; Lay low, call me, meet me here, get paid.&nbsp; Quick credsticks, quick street rep.&nbsp; You want in?&nbsp; <br><br>"If you're in, tell me about yourself.&nbsp; Not your life story.&nbsp; Just your street name and what you do.&nbsp; I know a bit about each of you through the rumor mill, but I'd rather hear it from you instead.<br><br>"You use weapons?&nbsp; You rig vehicles or drones?&nbsp; You sling spells and spirits?&nbsp; You wiz with tech?&nbsp; You a people person?&nbsp; You do some combination or somethin' else?<br><br>"If you're out, no hard feelings.&nbsp; Maybe we hook up another time.&nbsp; But probably not.&nbsp; However, now's the time to leave so I can talk biz."<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i2.listal.com/image/1148692/936full-matthew-rhys.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Taylor<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Human Street Shaman<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Charisma and Willpower, Intuiton and Logic<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Magical, Social<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 30's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> One Shot, Fury<br><br>Taylor thought for a moment, then said, "I'm in."&nbsp; He looked around to get an idea of what the others might say.<br><br>"I'm Taylor.&nbsp; Consider me magic support of the disguise variety.&nbsp; I'm also an actor."<br><br><br><br>Edit:&nbsp; Changed the payment from a lump sum for the team to a payment per individual.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>05-04-2013, 07:15:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/Tilly2.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Tracy Grimm<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Human Grifter<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Charisma and Willpower, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Technical<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 20's, bisexual<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<br><br>"Taéngelé," Tracy finished. Sweet with a surprising kick. It was how Tracy might describe herself. The grifter eyed her companions, the woman that was already present and those that filed in after she did. She didn't have any opinion of them at the moment, but she was fairly sure they were at <em>least</em> skilled enough to be proper meat shields for the job. One never could tell how things would go so it was always best to plan for the worst. <br><br>When Findley got down to dealing, Grimm furrowed her brows in disgust. It was hard to tell if it was genuine or if she was taking him for a ride. The redhead leaned forward, pressing her palms to the table, making certain to raise her hips just slightly to put her ass on better display. She'd seen how he eyed up all the women that had come in and figured if his gaze were directed to their curves, blood would be flowing to places other than his brain. She didn't much care to use her curves to get the better end of a deal, but it was a valid tactic when the time was right. <br><br>"Five thousand?!" she scoffed, "C'mon, that's a thousand for each of us. It might be only one night's work, but I'm willin' to bet we could each make more than that on our own. I know I damn well could with the right score. I think you'd better sweeten the pot a bit, Mr. F, if you want this job done right. You know our reputations, after all. As you said yourself, a lotta people die in this line of work. You want quality work done? You have to pay for it." Tracy straightened up, motioning around the room to her companions, "It doesn't have to be currency. I'm sure all of us need somethin' that you could easily provide. Look at it this way; you want it done tonight and done <em>right</em>, you're going to have to go with us."<br><br>As much as Findley might hate to admit it, Tracy was right. Getting another team together would probably be a hassle on such short notice, especially if he wanted a competent bunch, which he most certainly did, considering the apparent effort he'd gone to in finding them all. <br><br>"You want to know more? I'm sure you've heard the rumors on me. If you want us in that place with a minimum of fuss, leave it to me. I can talk us in, break us in, and quiet anyone in our way. I can talk a legless man into entering a marathon and with enough planning, I could make him <em>win</em>. Or at least make you <em>think</em> he'd won. If you want proof of my manual dexterity.." <br><br>Reaching back, Tracy pulled a billfold out of her pocket and tossed it on the table. She motioned with a tilt of her head to the doorway.<br><br>"I picked that off the goon by the door while he was busy checking out my ass."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaded</strong> on <strong>05-04-2013, 10:31:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/76/Victoria_deadlands.jpeg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> One Shot<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Human Bounty Hunter<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Agility and Reaction, Charisma and Willpower<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Combat, Social<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 20's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> <br><br>A faint smile crossed One Shot’s lips as she received Findley’s message, but it vanished almost as soon as it appeared.&nbsp; “You can’t afford me honey.”&nbsp; She sent in reply.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>She glanced over as the other two arrived, inspecting them both and giving Taylor a polite nod.&nbsp; “Same old, same old.”&nbsp; She sent in reply to his message.&nbsp; He’d know what that meant, death, mayhem, the usual.<br><br>Her attention shifted back to Findley as he began to speak.&nbsp; She listened, taking in every detail, but couldn’t help but smile as Tracy explained her concerns.<br><br>“I’m with her.”&nbsp; She said as the woman finished.&nbsp; “I don’t get out of bed for one thousand.&nbsp; You want the talent, you have to be willing to pay.&nbsp; I’m one of the best with a pistol in this city, and no slouch at getting my way with a wink and a smile.&nbsp; I don’t work cheap.”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>05-04-2013, 15:32:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/08/Shadowrun_fashion_defnoir_by_raben_aas-d5pko80.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Findley <br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Troll Street Dealer<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Body and Strength, Charisma and Willpower<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Combat<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; African-American, 40's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> One Shot, Fury, Tracy Grimm<br><br>Findley received One Shot's message, then immediately texted back.&nbsp; "Wasn't planning on paying... honey."<br><br>The troll street dealer was about to tell Tracy to sit her sweet ass down, but seeing the shape of it in some of the mirrored walls of the meeting room made him want to ask her to bend over the table more.&nbsp; But then she started negotiating, which made Findley go from slouching in his chair to sitting up.&nbsp; For him, making a deal was almost as exciting as a getting into firefight or jacking into a joygirl or three.<br><br>He couldn't tell if she was trying to play him or if she was genuinely miffed, but the point was made and she wasn't wrong.&nbsp; And while they may be new to the game, they knew the rules and the strategy.&nbsp; Overall, things were looking promising.<br><br>Findley looked at the wallet taken from the bouncer that was laying on the table.&nbsp; He was almost impressed, but it could have just been a prop Tracy always carried around, so he dismissed it.&nbsp; He didn't want to bother looking through it.<br><br>After letting the two ladies say their piece, Findley spoke.<br><br>"Number one, a thousand a piece isn't cheap.&nbsp; And if you're here, it's probably because you don't have something better lined up for tonight.<br><br>"Number two, you're not even working all night.&nbsp; If you're in, you get your gear, sit around for a few hours, break in around midnight-ish, and you're back here soon after.&nbsp; So, figure you're working for five hours, with the actual run taking about an hour getting in, getting the loot, and getting out.&nbsp; <br><br>"Number three, I got everything you need to pull this off.&nbsp; Smooth talking your way through the front door just isn't going to work.&nbsp; In fact, just stay away from the front door, and if you go near it, the deal's off.&nbsp; <br><br>"I got blueprints for your backdoor route in and out.&nbsp; I got what you need to penetrate the building itself.&nbsp; I got blueprints of the floor with the lab.&nbsp; I got the exact location of the item you got to get.&nbsp; I got a box of gear you can use that you can keep.&nbsp; I'll even let you use my old, beat up van, an Ares Roadmaster.&nbsp; And while I can't give you more money, I can give you locations of other stuff in the lab that you can keep or sell on your own or sell to me.<br><br>"So what happens if you walk away?&nbsp; Job doesn't get done, I don't get a cut.&nbsp; <em>You</em> don't go on a run, you don't get an easy grand and then some, and you don't get other jobs I got coming up.&nbsp; I got other crews doing other jobs, crews with experience working together, crews with a rep, crews that are major leaguers.&nbsp; For this job, they cost too much.&nbsp; You want the big leagues, you gotta start small, go entry-level, deal with try-outs, audition even.&nbsp; Scan?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SatanKlaus</strong> on <strong>05-04-2013, 19:00:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/48/Waltz.jpg)</div> <strong>Street Name:</strong> Waltz<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Human Bodyguard/Escort<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Charisma and Willpower, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Combat<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 30's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Findley<br><br><br><br>Waltz had kept to himself so far, analyzing the place and, even more so, <em>the people</em>. There was Findley, who thought he was on top of the world and everything – and everyone – was his game to play with. Then there was the crew: The bounty hunter seemed to be the straight forward type with both words and the charms of her body. The polite troll-girl who was as awkward and out of place in her human-sized chair as she did in her elegant club wear. Somehow, it made her look endearingly cute - and it was certainly the first time Walter had thought that about a woman who towered over him by almost a foot and who could probably snap him like a twig with her bare hands. Taylor, who pretended to be the quiet nice guy...but if he wasn’t lying outright about his field of expertise, then his skills, by themselves, implied that he was probably more than met the eye. <br><br>And then there was Tracy Grimm, the smart one. The girl to watch. Walter listened as she grilled the Mr. Johnson and he couldn’t help but nod in agreement. 1000 nuyen a peep sounded very low for this kind of work. He used to make about a thousand a night, but getting shot at as a bodyguard and escort was the rare exception, not the norm. Not to mention that his work used to be legal. This was something else entirely. One surveillance camera in the wrong place and they could go to prison, and if things went wrong and someone got hurt, then it would be for a <em>long</em> time. <br><br>Unfortunately, Walter was new and he needed an entry into a new line of work, not to mention the money, so he couldn’t walk right out on the smiling, womanizing Johnson who seemed hell-bent on fucking them over while he fantasized about fucking the girls around the table. Walter could tell. If he was a professional at anything, then it was at <em>womanizing</em>. <br><br>Mr. Findley upped the offer a little, but Walter didn’t feel like biting. The payment was still shit and the ‘gear’ he promised was likely the same. If the run was as easy as he claimed, then he wouldn’t need a team of professionals to get it done. Some street punk would do, which none of them seemed to be: They all could afford suits and evening gowns. Hell, Taylor was even a mage. If he was not some kind of antisocial, incompetent burnout, then he could find well-paying <em>legal</em> employment almost anywhere. <br><br>It was time for him to chip in. Walter unbuttoned the cuffs of his burgundy-red dress shirt, cleared his throat and politely waited for the ladies to give him a chance to have a go at Mr. Findley.<br><br>“Let us just imagine for a moment that we are not risking imprisonment and, as you repeatedly pointed out, our very lives on this job for you. Even then, I think we are worth far more than a thousand nuyen a night.” Walter paused for a moment and stared at the Johnson in his fancy, troll-sized suit. “Do you like to think in cars, Mr. Findley? You look like the kind of man you likes to think in cars. Then, for the moment, think of us just in terms of the gear and augments we bring to the table. How much work do you think we had done? A hundred thousand each? Two? I admit, there are finer cars on the streets, but we are talking sports cars and limousines here. Now, how much would it cost you to rent such a car for a night? Maybe five hundred, maybe a thousand nuyen, I will give you that. But now imagine telling the dealer that you not only want to drive around in that car. No. What you want to do is to take that car to a street race. Maybe it gets wrecked. Maybe it gets impounded by the cops. But hey! It’s not your car, right? What do you care about what happens to the car. But imagine the dealers face – not to mention his <em>price</em> – when he knows exactly in how much risk you are putting his expensive…” Walter decided to end the car simile here and looked at the assembled runners, turning his head to another one with each word “…gear… augments… training…” he finished by looking at Taylor. “… not to mention: <em>gifts</em>.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>05-04-2013, 23:40:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/08/Shadowrun_fashion_defnoir_by_raben_aas-d5pko80.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Findley <br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Troll Street Dealer<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Body and Strength, Charisma and Willpower<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Combat<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; African-American, 40's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Waltz<br><br>Findley listened to Waltz's argument, tilted his head to the side thoughtfully, then kind of shrugged.<br><br>"I get what you're sayin'.&nbsp; Now get what I'm sayin'.&nbsp; One, I'm not a man.&nbsp; I'm a male and I'm a troll, but I'm no man which implies human.&nbsp; <br><br>"Two, I'm not a car guy.&nbsp; I like females.&nbsp; I hear you do, too.&nbsp; Now, if I'm inclined to <em>pay</em> for the <em>services</em> of a female, there's a certain <em>amount</em> I'm willing to pay.&nbsp; <br><br>"If I <em>know</em> she's good from firsthand experience, I'll pay her more.&nbsp; And if I don't, I won't.&nbsp; If she don't like my price, maybe she names hers.&nbsp; Maybe we meet in the middle.&nbsp; Maybe we go our separate ways.&nbsp; <br><br>"But one thing she <em>don't</em> do is tell me how much her outfits cost, or how much she paid to make her hair and face all pretty, or how much she spent on yoga and pilates to be all thin and flexible, or how much she spent on her implants that feel so nice.&nbsp; Because it don't matter to me.&nbsp; What matters, is the fee, not her costs.<br><br>"You heard my offer.&nbsp; $1,000 per, plus whatever gear I give you, plus whatever you pick up in there.&nbsp; It's a <em>lab</em>, and there's bound to be small, light, expensive things in there, whether its electronics or biotech or data, that you can sell or use.&nbsp; I got a plan laid out for you to execute that ensures success, so that's a whole lot of legwork and research you don't gotta do.&nbsp; All you <em>do</em> gotta do is penetrate the security, deactivate the cameras, grab the item, and meet back here."<br><br>Findley put his hand up for moment, a silent suggestion to cease all conversation.&nbsp; The server came in with drinks.&nbsp; Findley took one of the two shot glasses, took a sniff, then chugged it.&nbsp; After the server left, Findley continued.<br><br>"If that's not good enough, make an counter-offer."<br><br>At this point, he was looking at Tracy Grimm, who he figured to be the negotiator for the group.&nbsp; At this point, Findley wanted to hear a number, not another argument, so he could go into more details of the job.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>06-04-2013, 00:53:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/Tilly2.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Tracy Grimm<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Human Grifter<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Charisma and Willpower, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Technical<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 20's, bisexual<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<br><br>Tracy listened to the brief back and forth between F and their newest team member. The troll didn't look like he was going to budge, but it was worth taking another shot at him. She sure as hell wasn't going to give up on the first try. The first thing she thought to do was offer up some counter points. Arms folded, she started in.<br><br>"For one thing, F, you're tryin' to make the point that we can't charge you for 'our boob jobs and outfits'. On that same note, you can't consider pay for things we're going to do anyway; such as looting whatever we can get our hands on. The gear you're setting us up with I'll accept, but you damn well can't include stuff we find once we make the effort of breakin' into this place a part of our pay."<br><br>There was a momentary lull as drinks arrived and Tracy sampled her own. After a sip, she continued, "The way I see it, there are other guys in this town to get work from besides you. So let's not even pretend you're our only way in to the bigs. I, for one, am only here 'cause Catherine is so sweet and she asked me to come meet with you. She's done right by me in the past, so I'm here, but that doesn't mean I need to take the job. I'm sure the pretty lady to my right feels much the same," she indicated One Shot, "so you have to ask yourself; do you want to give us a little more, or do you want us to walk and you find another team, probably go through all this again?"<br><br>Tracy leaned in, setting her drink down on the table. There was her second plan; threaten to walk out. The Troll was a tough negotiator, but he probably didn't want to have to arrange for a second group, even if the job was quick and easy. Even if he didn't take the bait, Tracy knew full well she'd still be able to find work. She had a feeling the troll would end up bending, though, even if just a little. <br><br>"So lemme put a new offer on the table; two thousand, each." <br><br>Grimm knew it was high, but that was the point. Start higher than you know they'll accept, let them bargain down to what you had planned in the first place. That way they feel like they won and you still get what you wanted. Her goal was about fifteen hundred nuyen each. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>06-04-2013, 01:13:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/08/Shadowrun_fashion_defnoir_by_raben_aas-d5pko80.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Findley <br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Troll Street Dealer<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Body and Strength, Charisma and Willpower<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Combat<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; African-American, 40's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Tracy Grimm<br><br>Findley thought to himself.&nbsp; <em>"Now we're getting somewhere."</em>&nbsp; Truth was, she was right.&nbsp; Giving her a little more was not something he wanted to do, but the option was worse.&nbsp; But there was another element that they hadn't picked up on yet.&nbsp; This was, in a sense, a draft.&nbsp; Other dealers along with crime families and even corporations already knew about these runners, and would want them in their own stable.&nbsp; Findley got to make his play early, thanks to Catharine, who owed him, just like Taylor owed him.&nbsp; <br><br>Findley wondered if One Shot knew about Findley's involvement in Taylor's plan to get her out of the bunraku life.<br><br>He came back to the present moment.&nbsp; He already knew he would end up at 15.&nbsp; But he figured he'd do the dance with Tracy anyway.<br><br>"Twelve hundred... <em>each</em>."<br><br>His face was neutral, but inside he was smiling at the interaction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>06-04-2013, 01:22:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/Tilly2.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Tracy Grimm<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Human Grifter<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Charisma and Willpower, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Technical<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 20's, bisexual<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<br><br>"Fifteen hundred sounds better, I think. I'm sure a man as obviously well-off as yourself can afford it." She said, playing to his vanity a bit, "And I'm sure you're experienced enough to know we'll be billing you for any expenses we occur during this mission; ammunition costs and the like. I'm sure the gear you've procured for us is nice an' good for getting us inside an' all, but as far as combat equipment goes, I feel like we're all probably comfortable using our own stuff. We like to stick with what we know, see? Better outcome that way."<br><br>Tracy smiled. It was a polite smile on the outside, but it was Tracy's 'I'm going to take you for every nuyen I can get' smile.<br><br>"Fifteen hundred each, plus expenses, plus we get what we can lift from this lab of yours? That's a fine enough deal for 'a few hours' of work. Especially if you're promising more lucrative opportunities down the road. If we're all in agreement," Tracy briefly looked around the room, "Then we can get on with this before it gets too late."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>06-04-2013, 05:36:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/08/Shadowrun_fashion_defnoir_by_raben_aas-d5pko80.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Findley <br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Troll Street Dealer<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Body and Strength, Charisma and Willpower<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Combat<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; African-American, 40's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Tracy Grimm<br><br>"I can afford lots of things.&nbsp; It's what my client is willing to pay that matters.&nbsp; And I'll talk him to fifteen hundred.&nbsp; As for expenses, I'll see what I can do, but unless you plan on giving me receipts, the best you're going to get is me replacing what you use up.&nbsp; I can hook you up with ammo and explosives, but nothing exotic.&nbsp; Besides, you do this right, you don't fire a shot, and you keep whatever ammo I give you up front.&nbsp; <br><br>"And since I'm sure you're going to ask, the best you're getting up front is 500 nuyen each, and that's because that's all I got for now.&nbsp; The rest is payable upon receipt of the item.&nbsp; So, 500 each now, 1000 each later, plus whatever you're willing to sell me.&nbsp; Ammo and so on, I'll replace.&nbsp; We good?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SatanKlaus</strong> on <strong>06-04-2013, 12:24:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/48/Waltz.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Waltz<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Human Bodyguard/Escort<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Charisma and Willpower, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Combat<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 30's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Scarlet<br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Waltz listened only with half an ear as Tracy haggled for their price. It seemed unimportant if the final payout was a hundred nuyen more or less. He had bigger nuts to crack. Taking up most of his field of view were catalog AROs he had pulled from the matrix. Each of the augmented reality objects was the catalog of a major lab supplier. SQUIDs, Nano-extruders, Cantilever Multispectrum Chromatographs… he couldn’t claim to actually know what each was for, but he sure liked the pricetags. Every one of those rectangular boxes – usually black, blue or white – was a thousand nuyen minimum, even for one as small as a toaster, and the sky was the limit. A common used price was about 30-50% of that, maybe as low as 10% if they had to go through a fixer or Mr. Findley. Still, if they had only a fraction of the items he now understood from his reading up were common lab fixtures, then it was a small fortune just sitting around and waiting to be picked up. <br><br>Mr. Johnson was throwing in a van, and that meant they could really go to town in that lab. All they needed were a pair of trolleys to move the stuff and – he brushed the ARO catalogs aside as his gaze shifted to Scarlet – a <em>troll</em> to load them.<br><br>It wasn’t racist to delegate the heavy lifting to the troll in the team, or was it? It <em>did</em> have a certain odor to it that he didn’t like and that probably meant that she wouldn't, either. Maybe she was a dead-eye sniper or a fastlane hacker and considered it beneath her skills? Implants had become so subtle that you really couldn’t tell anymore these days. Besides, she was the prettiest …No!... make that <em>the</em> most gorgeous troll he had seen this side of the trideo-screen. Still, she was who she was and she could probably dead-lift as much as the rest of the team <em>combined</em>. When the time came, he would broach the subject with the necessary subtlety. Scarlet noticed his gaze, so he met her eyes and let them linger just long enough to let her know that he was not embarrassed to be caught looking at her before turning his attention back to the conversation. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>06-04-2013, 18:39:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e1/CurvysScarlett.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Scarlet Arn Atal'ai<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Troll Mercenary<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Body and Strength, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Combat, Physical<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 20's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>Tracy,&nbsp; Findley,&nbsp; Waltz, Taylor, one shot<br>wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=77884705)<br><br>Scarlet sat there as listening to Racy and Findley going back and forth. In truth she knew as new runners they would be getting the high end jobs or the pay that game with it. So as they went back and forth about pay, she was looking over her fellow runners. She had only been running with her brothers until now. Tired of being the runt of the litter she made the choice to start going out on her own. Jazz had gotten word from Cat about this particular job. But still that didn't mean she trusted the people that sat around her at the moment. <br><br>Tracy seemed rather sure of herself and her words, no doubt the face or the talker of the group. Though Waltz seemed like he was out for all he could get. The man was shorter then she was but he did seem like something rather interesting to take in. One shot seemed quiet but her body looked tense, like there was energy bubbling below the surface. Taylor on the other hand seemed all too eager and accepting of the offer. Which meant he was so green he was more a liability then a help, or he was in it for a whole other reason. She trusted him even less then she trusted Findley. But Scarlet needed and wanted the job. Everyone had to start somewhere, and it seemed this little lab job was her first run without her family. <br><br>Taking a breath, her body far too tense as she tried to look formal and professional. She was far more comfy in her running gear or naked for that matter. Fancy and formal was certainly out of her element, she was a fighter not a face. Looking around the room her gaze finally came upon Waltz. He looked as if he were curious about what he saw in her. She smirked a bit as her legs slowly shifted the way they were crossed. Seemed she could even peek a human's interest. Giving him a quick wink she was distracted once more as it seemed the negotiation was coming to an end. Scarlet sat up a bit straighter and nodded, <strong>"I can agree to that, and as she said I'd rather use my own weapons."</strong> she said smiling a bit as her hands flexed a bit.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>06-04-2013, 22:26:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/08/Shadowrun_fashion_defnoir_by_raben_aas-d5pko80.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Findley <br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Troll Street Dealer<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Body and Strength, Charisma and Willpower<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Combat<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; African-American, 40's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<br><br>Findley noticed Waltz checking out Fury.&nbsp; Findley couldn't blame him - she was smoking hot, and she looked like she could handle the rough stuff without breaking.&nbsp; He shook his head and concentrated on the briefing.<br><br>"Okay, so here's the deal."<br><br>Findley took out a map and unfolded it on the table.<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/97/The_pit.png)<br><br>"You enter a tunnel in Auburn and travel along it for about a kilometer until you hit a wall.&nbsp; That wall is your entrance into a small corp called TekLon.&nbsp; You spray a solvent on the wall - one can for gettin' in and one for gettin' out - and the wall will turn all gooey.&nbsp; You can move through the goo, but it won't stick to you.&nbsp; When you reach the other side, you'll be in the lab, specifically the storage room labeled Room 1.&nbsp; The room you gotta get to is one of the microelectronics labs, labeled Room 9c.&nbsp; <br><br>"Note that most of of the doors have maglocks, but only the maglocks labeled with letters are actually connected to the system.&nbsp; All the cameras are connected to the system.&nbsp; If you have a hacker, they'll be able to take care of anything connected to the system, and someone else can take care of the unconnected locks individually.&nbsp; But it don't look like you have a hacker, so... someone has to take care of all the locks and cameras.&nbsp; The cameras will be on.&nbsp; No one's watching, but the cameras will be recording.<br><br>"In Room 9c, You should see a silver case that has a big, multicolored starburst on one side.&nbsp; It'll be the only case in the room.&nbsp; Don't bother trying to open it.&nbsp; It's locked anyway.&nbsp; Just take it and leave.&nbsp; And don't worry about the rent-a-cops watching you or coming after you.&nbsp; That's already taken care of.<br><br>"As soon as you get out of the sewer tunnel, go into hiding.&nbsp; I don't care where you go or what you do, just don't lose the case.&nbsp; Contact me when you're safe.&nbsp; If everything is cool on both ends, I'll call you and meet you here.&nbsp; You give me the case, I give you your payment.&nbsp; <br><br>"My van is in the back.&nbsp; You can use it or leave it there.&nbsp; Inside is a case of gear - flashlights, gas masks, basic ammo, two stun grenades, a smoke grenade and two cans of solvent.<br><br>"Any questions?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tamhansen</strong> on <strong>07-04-2013, 00:17:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/82234/Male_Elf.jpg)</div><strong>Street Name:</strong> Kit<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Elf <em>Bon Vivant</em> (Face/Wheelman)<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Charisma and Willpower, Intuition and Logic<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Vehicle<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 20's, bisexual<br><strong>Tagged:</strong><br><br><br>Kit looked at the Johnson. "How reliable is your Intel? I mean, you say that the rent a cops are taken care off, but I'd rather not put my or any of our lives on a promise." He looked at the group and wondered. He'd hate to end up in a gunfight over a few hundred Nuyen.<br><br><br>"As far as the car goes, I prefer using my own. It's faster than most." He smiled at Findley "Not to insult, but you can't be too sure"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SatanKlaus</strong> on <strong>07-04-2013, 01:50:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/48/Waltz.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Waltz<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Human Bodyguard/Escort<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Charisma and Willpower, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Combat<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 30's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Fury, Findley<br><br><br><br><br><br><br>Waltz had to smile inwardly as Fury cracked her knuckles. The troll girl genuinely seemed to be more comfortable in a <em>fistfight</em> than sitting down in a fancy club like the Tuxedo. Her dress and makeup – both decent choices for the locale – were probably not her own idea, either. It pleased Walter to see her so insecure. If he had met her out on a dark street, with her usual attitude and attire, then he probably would have stepped out of her way – but not out of courtesy but common sense. With a troll, it was always better to err on the side of safety. But here in the club, he was at home and she was scared and lost. Fury was small for a troll but still a foot taller than him. Apparently that didn’t stop her from being <em>endearingly</em> cute. Walter took a sip from his drink and gave her a reassuring smile to let her know that, yes, everything was alright. <br><br>“We will need to make a proper opening to move people and equipment through. Wading through a half-melted wall with the stuff getting into our gear and then resolidifying sounds like a bad idea. Also, I don’t like the thought of being trapped in that tunnel after we have acquired your item. A kilometer is quite a distance to run to the getaway car. Is the tunnel dry or wet? Is the entrance a stair, a manhole or a ramp? Would it be possible to drive a light vehicle – a motorcycle or similar – in the tunnel?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaded</strong> on <strong>07-04-2013, 03:31:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/76/Victoria_deadlands.jpeg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> One Shot<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Human Bounty Hunter<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Agility and Reaction, Charisma and Willpower<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Combat, Social<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 20's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> <br><br>“Good luck with that.”&nbsp; One Shot sent back by comlink to Findley.&nbsp; <br><br>“Just two cans of this solvent?&nbsp; What if we get divided?”&nbsp; She asked.&nbsp; “And what kind of attention can we expect after that you want us to lay low?”&nbsp; She paused in thought, then continued with more questions.&nbsp; “How sound proof is this place?&nbsp; Can I just shoot the cameras?”<br><br>“I agree with pretty boy there.”&nbsp; She said as Waltz spoke.&nbsp; “That is a long tunnel.&nbsp; Are there no other entrances?&nbsp; The roof?&nbsp; A window?&nbsp; An explosive charge on a wall?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>07-04-2013, 04:24:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/Tilly2.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Tracy Grimm<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Human Grifter<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Charisma and Willpower, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Technical<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 20's, bisexual<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<br><br>While the others talked, Tracy made herself comfortable. She took a seat at the table, propped her feet up on it and cradled her drink in one hand while eying the map. She partially listened to the others, but was more or less lost in her own thoughts as she looked the facility over. It wasn't a full map, if the elevator and what looked like stairs were any indication, so if they dared to explore for more loot they'd be running blind. Grimm had concerns about what F said concerning the guards being 'taken care of', but the question had been asked by one of the other runners so she didn't need to bring it up. Instead, she leaned forward as a thought hit her.<br><br>Setting her feet back on the floor, she leaned forward and pointed at the map. Specifically, at the left wall of room 4a. "How's this 'solvent' of yours work, anyway? Does it take a whole can to make an entry? 'Cause if we can get through this wall here, we could bypass rooms four through seven, avoiding all those cameras. For the others, we won't have to worry too much if we cover our faces. One of us could also try to find the security room and wreck it just before we leave, if we're really concerned. My guess is it's room 11, if the main entrance is to the far right. Eleven is right near the front and has multiple entrances, probably where security checks people in. The uniform design of the 10's seem to imply those are offices. Might not be worth checkin' those for loot unless you really need to beef up your collection of executive stress toys and inspirational posters." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>07-04-2013, 04:47:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/08/Shadowrun_fashion_defnoir_by_raben_aas-d5pko80.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Findley <br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Troll Street Dealer<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Body and Strength, Charisma and Willpower<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Combat<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; African-American, 40's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Kit, Waltz<br><br>Findley spoke to Kit.&nbsp; "My intel is as reliable as it gets.&nbsp; As long as you get in the lab at 12:30, the guards will not be looking for you or coming after you.&nbsp; And if the rent-a-cops <em>do</em>show up, just shoot them.&nbsp; But they won't show up.&nbsp; <br><br>"As for the vehicles, it's up to you.&nbsp; Maybe you want to use your vehicle along with my van, or maybe you use other vehicles as well.&nbsp; I see a bunch of you, including a troll, so I hope you have leg room.&nbsp; Besides, sometimes getting away isn't about having the fastest car..."<br><br>Findley turned to the shaman.<br><br>"Ain't that right, Taylor?"<br><br>Taylor nodded slightly.<br><br>Findley addressed Waltz next.<br><br>"The entrance is a manhole cover, so no motorcycles.&nbsp; It's a conduit tunnel, so it's dry - no sewage or anything like that.&nbsp; It will be really dark.&nbsp; It's big enough for you to fit yourself and your gear and the briefcase.&nbsp; If you grab anything else, it would have to be portable stuff.&nbsp; Get through the tunnel fast and you won't be trapped.&nbsp; If you don't get noticed, then you don't have to rush to get away."<br><br>Waltz, Tracy and One Shot had concerns about the solvent.<br><br>"These cans of solvent are exceptionally hard to find.&nbsp; Two cans is all you get, so go in together and get out together.&nbsp; Based on the the thickness of the wall and the size needed for you to get through, you need a whole can each way.&nbsp; The solvent only works on that wall connected to the tunnel.&nbsp; It won't work on any other walls.<br><br>"Goo is not the best description for what the solvent turns the wall into.&nbsp; The solvent will turn the wall into a dense gelatin-like substance.&nbsp; You can cut it with a blade or push through it with your bare hand easily, but random pieces aren't going to end up in your gear.&nbsp; The solvent takes about five minutes to work.&nbsp; You'll know it's working because the wall will be bubbling.&nbsp; After five minutes, the bubbling will stop, and it's safe to pass through.&nbsp; If you touch it while it's bubbling, you'll get a chemical burn.&nbsp; In 15 minutes, the wall will be hardened enough that you can't pass through it anymore and in 30 minutes it goes back to normal.&nbsp; It will probably take a minute for any one of you to actually get through the gelatinous wall.<br><br>"You might be right about those rooms, Tracy, but all I know for sure is the room you'll get into and the room that has the briefcase.<br><br>"One Shot, the lab is underground, so there is no roof access and no windows access&nbsp; The only way into the lab is through the tunnel and the wall that's vulnerable to the solvent, unless you count that big door at the end of room 8.&nbsp; You shouldn't get any attention after you get out.&nbsp; Shots will make noise.&nbsp; Other floors will hear shots."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SatanKlaus</strong> on <strong>07-04-2013, 14:32:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/48/Waltz.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Waltz<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Human Bodyguard/Escort<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Charisma and Willpower, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Combat<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 30's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=170109.msg8013523#msg8013523">Quote from: Jaded on 07-04-2013, 03:31:39</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“I agree with pretty boy there...” She said as Waltz spoke.&nbsp; “That is a long tunnel.&nbsp; Are there no other entrances?&nbsp; The roof?&nbsp; A window?&nbsp; An explosive charge on a wall?”<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Waltz gave One Shot an annoyed glance as she called him ‘pretty boy’. Sure, he had paid good money to improve on his already impressive looks, but he didn’t like her tone of voice. Even though some might count him right in there with the ‘executive stress relief toys’ Tracy had mentioned, he considered himself more of a true gentleman…for a price.<br><br>“We shouldn’t make that much noise on our way in. But if you are so keen on using those explosives, you might want to place a bomb in that tunnel and blow it in case someone is coming to chase us. But in general, I would prefer if we kept the collateral damage to a minimum.” <br><br>He turned to Mr. Findley. “Do you know the dimensions of the tunnel? How broad is it? And will Miss Fury have a problem running in there?” He asked, brushing the ARO objects he had subconsciously called up to the side. Once you were part of the wireless world, it never really let you go. And he was just a ‘user’, not a digital native. <br><br>Waltz's search results:<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">'Folding cart'</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.thegreenhead.com/imgs/fold-it-utility-cart-2.jpg)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">’Executive stress relief toy’</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.blogcdn.com/www.luxist.com/media/2009/12/scarlet-4b.jpg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>07-04-2013, 14:55:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Shadowrun/Shadowrun%20Images/Tara-GearedUp_zps7df21b01.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Tempest<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Elf Street Samurai<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Agility and Reaction, Body and Strength<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Combat, Technical<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 20's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<br><br>Tempest knew enough to know that in a place like this, her preferred casual attire of sleeveless tops, combat pants and neon-lined tattoos probably would not be appreciated. So right now she was searing a simple black pantsuit with a sedate white blouse, something that could make her look almost respectable. True, there weren’t many execs who moved with a lean, predatory grace, nor many who were glancing around the room on occasion as if sizing those present up for a fight, but that was who she was and what she did.<br><br>Street Samurai who weren’t attentive and looking for threats rarely lasted long.<br><br>She’d been following the conversation, letting the others – especially Tracy – talk for the moment. Talking wasn’t her forte; shooting things was. However, something had clicked in her mind, something that she felt was worth mentioning. “I know we covered the hypotheticals, but there’s a few things that need talking about.” Tempest began. “When things go cock-eyed, and that’s when, not if, what sort of forces would we be facing in there?”<br><br>Tempest looked back at the Troll. “What’s the quality of the security on-site? Cheap rent-a-cops who aren’t willing to lay down their lives for a clip-on polyester tie? Trained professionals? Dangerous, wired and armed response teams with the best that their employer is willing to pay for? Do they have mages or other magic support? Do they keep teams of trained attack aardwolves or the like? In short, when a firefight beaks out – because it always breaks out – what will we be facing?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>07-04-2013, 15:36:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/08/Shadowrun_fashion_defnoir_by_raben_aas-d5pko80.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Findley <br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Troll Street Dealer<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Body and Strength, Charisma and Willpower<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Combat<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; African-American, 40's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Waltz, Tempest<br><br>"The tunnel is about six or seven feet tall and just as wide.&nbsp; Height-wise, it looks like Fury is going to have to squat down a bit here and there unless she wants to bump her pretty head on the ceiling.&nbsp; In terms of width, you can fit two average humans side by side, so there's room to get two shooters on the point and to change the order you're walking in.<br><br>"Security is rent-a-cops.&nbsp; Observe-and-report-and-don't-get-shot.&nbsp; There's definitely a magical ward, maybe a single mage on duty.&nbsp; No paranormal animals.&nbsp; The facility's security is on the cheap end, and they seem to be dependent on secrecy and anonymity - it looks like a boring office building instead of a research lab, and anyone not on that floor is none the wiser."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tamhansen</strong> on <strong>07-04-2013, 15:42:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/82234/Male_Elf.jpg)</div><strong>Street Name:</strong> Kit<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Elf <em>Bon Vivant</em> (Face/Wheelman)<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Charisma and Willpower, Intuition and Logic<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Vehicle<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 20's, bisexual<br><strong>Tagged:</strong><br><br>Kit looked around the group. It was a pretty varied group, but competent nonetheless. How would this go? No hackers in their group meant they'd have to be very careful not to be spotted. "Do we know of any affiliations this company has? Any megacorps flipping the bills?" He looked at the mister Johnson. "As the lady here said" he waved at the pretty elf in the pantsuit. "Don't want to run into any Aries hit squads packing a hefty punch" <br><br>He absentmindedly straightened the side of his own G&amp;V suit and felt his gaze wandering towards the woman again. There was something about her. To be honest, there was something about all the people in this group. It was a very interesting gathering to say the least. He looked at Findley again. "Well, I guess there's very little left to discuss. That is..." He paused for emphasis "You've been completely level with us. If not, I guess we'll be having an interesting chat very soon."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>07-04-2013, 19:02:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e1/CurvysScarlett.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Scarlet Arn Atal'ai<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Troll Mercenary<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Body and Strength, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Combat, Physical<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 20's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>Tracy,&nbsp; Findley,&nbsp; Waltz, Taylor, one shot<br>wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=77884705)<br><br>Fury sat there listening to the others as they went on about the wall and other details. Her family had taught her enough to know sometimes you had to take a moment to think. Yes hard to believe coming from a troll, but father always said to watch all the angles. Leaning forward a bit she studied the map, trying to find a way to work through the maze of rooms and doors without being spotted. It wasn't possible as far as she could tell. If they wanted to get through without being seen they needed to take the camera's out first. <strong>"Do you know if the camera's are on a closed system or can they be neutralized from the outside. We have a clean entry way but as soon as we pass through this door we will be spotted."</strong> Fury pointed to the door just ahead of the tunnel. <strong>"With the solvent our best bet is to leave someone staged and on stand by for us. We say we have the goods and as we head back they get the wall ready for our exit once more. Hopefully cutting down on our wait time. As far as it seems Mr. Findley looks to be wanting us to get in and out with out raising a fuss. No doubt wanting the time it takes them to spot the goods missing to set up his buyer."</strong> she said sitting back and looking to the others. Not really caring what Findley thought about her opinion of why he wanted the job done this way. He wasn't budging on how he wanted it ran, so she was going to make damn sure to cover her as while they did it. <strong>"We also have the locks to contend with, easily picked with the right tools. But someone will also have to keep the signal from going through and giving our position and actions away."</strong><br><br><strong>"If we do it this way I'd say put the camera's on a loop to cover our tracks. We also have the locks to contend with, easily picked with the right tools. But someone will also have to keep the signal from going through and giving our position and actions away. We also carry a tazer or just knock any guards we come across as silently as possible. Unless the shit hit's the fan, then we smash, grab and run."</strong> she said looking to Waltz as she remembered something, <strong>"And no worries Waltz I'm rather flexible despite my height. I'll be fine.'</strong> she said with a light smirk and looking to the others. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>07-04-2013, 22:36:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/08/Shadowrun_fashion_defnoir_by_raben_aas-d5pko80.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Findley <br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Troll Street Dealer<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Body and Strength, Charisma and Willpower<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Combat<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; African-American, 40's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Kit, Fury<br><br>"You'll see it as soon as you get in, so I might as well tell you that your target is TekLon Electronics, a small microelectronics firm.&nbsp; They are not affiliated with a megacorp, at least not publicly and not yet.<br><br>"Cameras, along with the labeled maglocks, are on a closed system accessible only from within the facility.&nbsp; No outside neutralization of the cameras is possible.&nbsp; <br><br>"A hacker that gets in can take care of them all at once or individually, either turning them off or putting them on a loop.&nbsp; Otherwise, deal with them one by one manually.&nbsp; Taylor can make it so one of you doesn't get spotted.&nbsp; The cameras are high up so he could make a tall person invisible so they can deactivate or otherwise mess with the cameras.&nbsp; You can shoot the cameras, too, but that will make noise, which may or may not matter.&nbsp; Or use silenced shots.&nbsp; Or wear masks.&nbsp; Or take a picture of what the camera is looking at and put it front of the camera.<br><br>"I can provide a hacker.&nbsp; I already got one available."<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SatanKlaus</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 01:26:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/48/Waltz.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Waltz<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Human Bodyguard/Escort<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Charisma and Willpower, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Combat<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 30's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Fury, All<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr>Fury was leaning over the table, thoroughly inspecting the map…a position that allowed Waltz to thoroughly inspect her cleavage.<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=170109.msg8016164#msg8016164">Quote from: CurvyKitten on 07-04-2013, 19:02:53</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"And no worries Waltz I'm rather flexible despite my height. I'll be fine.' she said with a light smirk and looking to the others.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Yeah, she was definitively not shy about her body. Just uncomfortable in the posh environment.<br><br>“I agree with Fury.” Waltz chipped in on the general conversation. “Putting the cameras on loop would be the best option. If we can’t do that, then Taylor should make someone with the skills to cleanly disable them invisible. Shooting them would probably trigger the sabotage loop, but I guess there is some non-destructive way to take them off the network. Unplug them, spray paint them, whatever works. But we will all be wearing masks the entire time just to be safe."<br><br>He leaned over the map as well, almost bumping heads - or horns - with the troll girl. It created a moment of intimacy even in a room filled with people. He didn't do anything to her consciously, except lock eyes for a fleeting moment, but his tailored pheromones were always on and she probably got a good whiff. Waltz pointed at the entry point.<br><br>"Passing through that wall here really dictates how we have to proceed. Once in, if we trigger the alarm, then we are <em>fucked</em>. This place is a death trap because we would have to escape upwards, <em>towards</em> their reinforcements. So what we want to do – what we need to do – is to take over the entire floor. I don’t know if they are working night shifts at that place or not, but even if they do then they probably won’t be as many people as during the day. If we are lucky, there is only one night watchman or a lonely researcher still busy at work. But even if there are a few people around, we can probably take them out one by one with a tazer or dart gun. If we can do that, then we have time to search the place and take what we need.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaded</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 11:36:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/76/Victoria_deadlands.jpeg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> One Shot<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Human Bounty Hunter<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Agility and Reaction, Charisma and Willpower<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Combat, Social<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 20's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> <br><br>“I’m not sure what use I’m going to be if you don’t need the cameras shot out.”&nbsp; One Shot commented.&nbsp; “I guess I could wait outside and make sure the tunnel entrance stays clear, it doesn’t seem much point to have us all in there unless serious trouble is expected.”&nbsp; This whole job felt off to her, why hire so many people for such a simple job?&nbsp; Why not one infiltrator?&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 13:39:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Shadowrun/Shadowrun%20Images/Tara-GearedUp_zps7df21b01.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Tempest<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Elf Street Samurai<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Agility and Reaction, Body and Strength<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Combat, Technical<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 20's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> One Shot, Findley<br><br>Tempest nodded in agreement with the Bounty Hunter. “Gotta side with you there. From all that you’ve said, it sounds like having such a large team is not only redundant, but counter-productive. You have a mix of talents here and we don’t need most of them for what you’re describing.” She wasn’t complaining, mind, but merely stating the obvious. “Most of us are going to be either standing around doing nothing or getting in each other’s way while one guy does all the work. And there’s not much work at that.”<br><br>She shrugged. “It’s like hiring an army to kill one man.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>09-04-2013, 00:47:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Shadowrun/Shadowrun%20Images/catch_zpsf9cf0739.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Ms. Frost<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Elf Combat Hacker<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Intuition and Logic, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Technical, Physical<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Native American and Japanese, 20's, bisexual<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> <br><br>"Hello, Findley."<br><br>An exotic elven beauty joined the meeting.&nbsp; She looked over the group one by one, glossy red lips curling up in a smile as she laid her eyes on the street shaman.<br><br>"Hello, Taylor.&nbsp; It's comforting that you'll be joining us."<br><br>She walked over to Findley and whispered in his ear.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/08/Shadowrun_fashion_defnoir_by_raben_aas-d5pko80.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Findley <br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Troll Street Dealer<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Body and Strength, Charisma and Willpower<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Combat<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; African-American, 40's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> <br><br>Findley seemed to enjoy the proximity of the woman, at least until he heard what she had to say.<br><br>"Well, it's lookin' like it's a good thing so many of you showed up tonight.&nbsp; Ms. Frost here tells me that the other crew I had lined up is... indisposed.&nbsp; Guess they were feelin' some heat and decided to lay low.&nbsp; <br><br>"You see, <em>your</em> gig was actually part of a <em>larger</em> op.&nbsp; I was goin' to have a nice destructive distraction for the rent-a-cops to deal with at the front door, somethin' to keep their eyes off their monitors while you got the case.<br><br>"But, seein' how there's nothin' to keep them occupied anymore, I'll let <em>you</em> take care of that.&nbsp; You do their job, so you get their cut.&nbsp; But you're a package deal, so you split it evenly, along with whatever else you get.&nbsp; So, instead of <em>15</em> hundred nuyen each, now you're gettin' <em>25</em> hundred nuyen each."<br><br>Mr. Frost interjected.<br><br>"3,000 nuyen each, Findley.&nbsp; I don't get out of bed for two and a half thousand."<br><br>Findley looked at One Shot, then at Ms. Frost.&nbsp; "So... how much do you get <em>into</em> bed for?"<br><br>Ms. Frost smirked.&nbsp; "Five thousand if I can stand you.&nbsp; For free if I like you."<br><br>Findley took a deep breath.<br><br>"Okay, three thousand each.&nbsp; But you're leadin' the infiltration team, Frosty.&nbsp; There's a Plastisteel-7 wall..."<br><br>Ms. Frost's eyes widened in her big glasses excitedly.&nbsp; "Ooh!&nbsp; I get to crawl through bubblegum again?&nbsp; Fun!&nbsp; Gimme cans of solvent!"&nbsp; She made grabby hands toward Findley.<br><br>"They're in my van.&nbsp; Here are the keys.&nbsp; We have to figure out what's going to happen.&nbsp; And by 'we,' I mean 'all of you and not me.'&nbsp; Okay, Ms. Frost will lead you in and take care of the cameras and some of the maglocks.&nbsp; We still need some technical people inside for the other maglocks and combat types inside for security.&nbsp; The rest of you, think of a way to distract the guards.&nbsp; Taylor, tell them what you can do.&nbsp; As for me, I'm out of here.&nbsp; Call me when you're done."<br><br>Findley got up and left.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i2.listal.com/image/1148692/936full-matthew-rhys.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Taylor<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Human Street Shaman<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Charisma and Willpower, Intuition and Logic<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Magical, Social<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 30's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> <br><br>Taylor had been quiet for a while.&nbsp; He cleared his throat and spoke.<br><br>"I specialize in illusion and transformation spells.&nbsp; I can turn your clothing into anything I can imagine as long as it is the same amount of fabric.&nbsp; I can change your hair style and hair color.&nbsp; These are permanent changes, but I can undo them.&nbsp; I can also mask the appearance of a single person or vehicle, or turn them invisible, but this requires concentration on my part and limits my ability to do other things.&nbsp; Finally, I can summon a spirit to help us out.&nbsp; This combination of abilities can provide some interesting... performances, given the right actors."<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Shadowrun/Shadowrun%20Images/catch_zpsf9cf0739.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Ms. Frost<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Elf Combat Hacker<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Intuition and Logic, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Technical, Physical<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Native American and Japanese, 20's, bisexual<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> <br><br>Ms. Frost took over.&nbsp; Given her connection to Findley and the necessity to have her on board, she had become the de facto leader.<br><br>"There are only four guards on duty tonight.&nbsp; Two of them usually sleep while another watches the monitors and the last one patrols on foot.&nbsp; At 12:30, the pairs meet up, exchange notes, and swap duties.&nbsp; <br><br>"The original distraction plan was to wait until that time, since all four them will be together and no one will be in the lab.&nbsp; The plan was to suppress them with plenty of firepower through the big glass doors and windows on the front of the building.&nbsp; I don't see anyone with machine guns loaded with EX and AP rounds, so we'll have to get creative.<br><br>"Some of you need to infiltrate with me and some of you need to distract with Taylor.&nbsp; So who's going where?&nbsp; And how do you want to distract the guards?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaded</strong> on <strong>09-04-2013, 11:00:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/76/Victoria_deadlands.jpeg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> One Shot<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Human Bounty Hunter<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Agility and Reaction, Charisma and Willpower<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Combat, Social<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 20's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> <br><br>One Shot ignored Findley’s look, but couldn’t help but shake her head as Ms. Frost explained the ‘distraction.’<br><br>“They planned to distract them by emptying heavy weapons into a building?&nbsp; No wonder they’re laying low, say what you will about the police, but when someone starts firing a machine gun on the street, they’ll generally at least send a squad car to look into it.&nbsp; Or, you know, an entire tactical team complete with air support.”&nbsp; She commented.&nbsp; “How about something a bit more, low key?&nbsp; A fake break in and chase around the building?&nbsp; A.”&nbsp; She paused and raised her voice in mock terror.&nbsp; “They attacked me!&nbsp; Please, please let me in and keep me safe!”&nbsp; Her voice went back to normal.&nbsp; “Are these security personnel male or female or a mix?&nbsp; Or, failing both of those.&nbsp; We find an old junker and fake an accident, drive it through the front door and pretend we lost control.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tamhansen</strong> on <strong>09-04-2013, 14:38:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/82234/Male_Elf.jpg)</div><strong>Street Name:</strong> Kit<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Elf <em>Bon Vivant</em> (Face/Wheelman)<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Charisma and Willpower, Intuition and Logic<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Vehicle<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 20's, bisexual<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Findley, frost, anyone<br><br>"I guess what the lady is saying is that blowing the place to bits isn't the best plan if you want to extract something." Kit said, looking at one shot with appreciation. "Driving a car through the front door however might attract Lone Star attention as well. Though admittedly a lot less. How about something a little more subtle?" He looked around the group. "The damsel in distress might work, especially if followed by a nice nightcap" He wondered if the guards would really be sleeping. After all who pays for sleeping guards? "Hack the cameras to follow a recurring loop but with the timer running. Is that within your abilities, ms Frost?"<br><br>This op was getting fishier by the minute.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SatanKlaus</strong> on <strong>09-04-2013, 14:59:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/48/Waltz.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Waltz<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Human Bodyguard/Escort<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Charisma and Willpower, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Combat<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 30's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> One Shot, All<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr>“That sounds more reasonable. We don’t want to call too much attention to ourselves.” Waltz nodded at One Shot’s suggested modification to the distraction. Mr. Findley’s planning seemed to be haphazard but at least the pay was moving into a more acceptable range and the fact that he was sending one of his personal acquaintances along with each half of the team made it less likely that they were being double-crossed and wasted as bait or as a distraction for some grander scheme. Mrs. Frost sounded a bit… eccentric, but hopefully she knew what she was doing.<br><br>“Either way, we have to expect that the distraction triggers some kind of alarm, just not inside the lab. But once whatever ruckus the outside team has raised subsides, the guards – plus reinforcements – are likely to check up on their security system. So either we do a clean job down in the lab and don’t get noticed at all, or we should plan to get in and out quickly. The lab isn’t that big, so ten minutes should be more than enough to locate the case and loot the best stuff. But a lot depends on how long our tech specialists need to disable the cameras and open the locks. It's not my field of expertise, so can I have a few rough numbers from one of you guys?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>09-04-2013, 17:26:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/Tilly2.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Tracy Grimm<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Human Grifter<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Charisma and Willpower, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Technical<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 20's, bisexual<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<br><br>"Those suggestions are... quaint," Tracy piped up, "But leave the distraction to me. I have something in mind that's much quieter and can get us in without any explosions or raising of alarms." The grifter sat forward and cast her eyes around the room, "I'll need to get my hands on a few supplies so I'll meet everyone on the distraction team outside the building. Once I get us in, I can dispatch one of the guards quietly myself. Everyone else, take care of the others as quickly an' quietly as possible. Don't let them run off and raise the alarm. After that, we find the security room and knock out the cameras for the other team. Our faces will be covered, so we won't have to worry. Then, we do some looting an' it's back outside before time's up. If nobody fucks it up, there will be no alarms and no commotion."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>09-04-2013, 22:23:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e1/CurvysScarlett.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Scarlet Arn Atal'ai<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Troll Mercenary<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Body and Strength, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Combat, Physical<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 20's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>all<br>wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=77884705)<br><br>Fury rolled her eyes as more and more people not only arrived but kept throwing plan after plan out. It seemed that every member of the team that came along and another way to get the job done. While some were making suggestions there was a few that seemed to want to dictate the whole thing. Too many damn chiefs and not enough Indians as far as she was concerned.<br><br>&nbsp;She reached up and rubbed her forehead before looking about her once more. <strong>"Ok we have a lot of talking going on and not accomplishing much of anything. You want teams, fine assign them and go from there. At the moment we are really overcomplicated the whole thing.' </strong>she said shaking her head. She didn't like how Tracy was just saying she would do something and they had to follow suit. Especially when she wasn't sharing what that something was. Fury didn't like being out of the loop, it made her trust the people around her even less then she originally did. <br><br><strong>"Start simple, the plan to get in from the tunnel seems pretty set. Use the goo, the techy gets us past he cameras and the locks grab the case back track and get out. The second team distracts, you want subtle...then go subtle. But know that if you damsel in distress then the magic man should change their look. Don't want someone getting caught because their too good at flirting."</strong> she half smirked, <strong>"I'm muscle as I'm sure you all figure, so just stick me where you need the cover."</strong> she said looking about herself,<strong> "And don't half tell what you’re doing on a job, I hate not knowing what a man on my team is doing. And frankly makes my want to walk away from the job quick before it blows up because of some one didn't fill in people on what is going on."</strong> she said crossing her arms under her breasts.<strong> "So how about we start with who is going to what. And then we can figure out how they are going to do it."</strong> she suggested in a smooth calm tone as she looked to everyone else.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>10-04-2013, 02:21:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Shadowrun/Shadowrun%20Images/catch_zpsf9cf0739.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Ms. Frost<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Elf Combat Hacker<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Intuition and Logic, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Technical, Physical<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Native American and Japanese, 20's, bisexual<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> One Shot, Kit, Waltz, Tracy Grimm, Fury<br><br>Ms. Frost took a seat next to Taylor, and the pair listened to what the others had to say.&nbsp; It seemed like they were just as interested at how the runners interacted as much as the plan for the run itself.<br><br>"Yeah, well, that original crew is all about extremes, One Shot.&nbsp; Super subtle or super violent.<br><br>"As for the guards, I don't know too many specifics about all of them.&nbsp; Just some basic info and their guarding habits.&nbsp; The head guard is an ork, his birthday is tomorrow, and he's a switch hitter, if that helps.<br><br>"Kit's idea of crashing a car into their front door isn't a bad idea.&nbsp; And it's actually an accident that's not unheard of.&nbsp; Also, I can make those cameras see whatever I want them to see, including having the timer running.<br><br>"Waltz, I just need a minute or two to access the host, take control of the cameras, run loops in the cameras and open the maglocks.&nbsp; We'll have a clear, unmonitored path to the case.&nbsp; I have to keep an eye on everything though, so I won't be able to manually unlock the maglocks that are not in the system and lead to the other rooms and potential goodies.&nbsp; Someone else will have to take care of those maglocks if we're interested in what they are securing.&nbsp; Maybe Tempest has the electronics background to take care of them.<br><br>"Tracy, the rent-a-cops may not be on the level of Knight Errant, but they're not stupid.&nbsp; I highly doubt they will let anyone in, no matter how hot or desperate they look.&nbsp; But hey, you never know."<br><br>When Fury spoke, Ms. Frost smiled and whispered to Taylor, "Dibs on Fury.&nbsp; I like her!"&nbsp; She then addressed the troll merc directly.&nbsp; "I like you.&nbsp; You're with me.&nbsp; The first member of Team Frost.<br><br>"Tracy, I like your confidence, and even though you're on Team Taylor, I agree with Fury and would like to know your plan.&nbsp; I may even be able to provide something to help.&nbsp; And don't worry about the security room.&nbsp; Just take care of the guards."<br><br>While Ms. Frost seemed to have a hands on approach, Taylor seemed content to let the others figure out how to use his and each others' talents.<br><br>"So, Taylor, who is on your team besides Tracy Gr-"<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i2.listal.com/image/1148692/936full-matthew-rhys.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Taylor<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Human Street Shaman<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Charisma and Willpower, Intuiton and Logic<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Magical, Social<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 30's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> <br><br>"One Shot.&nbsp; One Shot is with me."<br><br>Ms. Frost was taken aback.&nbsp; "Oookay, so Team Taylor has Tracy and One Shot.<br><br>"I think I want everyone else for Team Frost.&nbsp; Fury for her strength, Waltz to keep us safe, ZZ for his awareness, Tempest for her guns and tech skills, and Kit in case we need a getaway."<br><br>Taylor thought for a moment.&nbsp; "No, I'll take Kit.&nbsp; He might be useful for whatever Tracy has planned, and driving off into the night could be part of our distraction."<br><br>Ms. Frost nodded, and she set up some augmented reality objects.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Distraction - Taylor, Tracy Grimm, One Shot, Kit<br><br>Infiltration - Ms. Frost, Fury, Waltz, ZZ, Tempest</strong></span></div><br>She asked, "Everyone cool with this?&nbsp; If so, my team has some prep to do while you figure out your distraction."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaded</strong> on <strong>10-04-2013, 02:33:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/76/Victoria_deadlands.jpeg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> One Shot<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Human Bounty Hunter<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Agility and Reaction, Charisma and Willpower<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Combat, Social<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 20's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> <br><br>“I’m with her.”&nbsp; One Shot said with a nod to Scarlet, her eyes locked on Tracy.&nbsp; “You need to drop the, works in mysterious ways, shtick.&nbsp; Either share, or we’re going to use someone else’s plan.&nbsp; I’d also prefer not to kill a bunch of people if we can avoid it.&nbsp; It doesn’t serve anything but blood lust.”&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>10-04-2013, 18:02:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/Tilly2.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Tracy Grimm<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Human Grifter<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Charisma and Willpower, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Technical<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 20's, bisexual<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<br><br>Tracy closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. She took a slow, even breath. These people were insufferable. This is why she preferred to work on her own. They'd said she'd implied things she never said, their best idea was smashing a car through the front door - ridiculous, and the troll and the chick with the rack were being extremely irritating on their own. All of them were content to trust her and let her talk when she was getting them more money, but now? Nah. Apparently not. This was what she did, but no one apparently trusted her to do it. Tracy didn't let the frustration show on her face. She opened her eyes and stood up, speaking slowly and calmly, a smile on her lips.<br><br>"Okay. Let me start by saying this; if I can trick Mr. F into giving us five hundred extra nuyen, I can trick some security guards into letting us in. I even had you all believing the line of BS I fed that guy."<br><br>She smiled.<br><br>"Now. The plan. I am going to procure some clean suits for us; the kind of thing people make microchips wear. All white. Sleeves, gloves, boots. It's a full suit. And some dust masks with filtration systems on the front. Easy to get. I'm going to charge Mr. F for the expense, too. We get there, I tell the guard at the door one of the lab techs called us and reported a possible chemical leak. Something odorless. I'll make something convincing up. I'll say we need to get in and they may be at risk for contamination. They're low level security guards; talk with enough authority and they'll let us in. I've done it many times before. We get inside, incapacitate the guards as quickly and quietly as possible. Easy."<br><br>Tracy pulled away from the table (making sure to grab the billfold she's put down earlier) and headed out the door, offering a parting wave.<br><br>"I'll be at the site at the appointed time. Show up or don't. Either way."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>11-04-2013, 12:21:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/64/Yande.re_76876_sample.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> ZZ<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Elf Physical Adept <br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Charisma and Willpower, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Combat<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Asian/Polynesian, 20's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The grey suit Z Z had chosen for the night was just the right shade to downplay the medium purple shade of his hair, giving the illusion that it was a simple highlight job.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Other than to accept the terms of the job, he mostly held his peace throughout the discussion.&nbsp; IT wasn’t that he didn’t have ideas, but that he knew he could do little more now than contribute confusion.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The elf sat attentively in a seat next to tempest, nursing a sweat tea.&nbsp; Tempest was an old friend and a formidable runner.&nbsp; It would be good to work with her again—and hopefully celebrate after.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>11-04-2013, 14:12:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Shadowrun/Shadowrun%20Images/Tara-GearedUp_zps7df21b01.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Tempest<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Elf Street Samurai<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Agility and Reaction, Body and Strength<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Combat, Technical<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 20's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Tracey Grimm, ZZ<br><br>Tempest nodded to ZZ as she watched the discussion unfold. Anyone could see that things were not going well; Finley’s plan seemed to be getting more and more overcomplicated by the moment, while Tracy Grimm was trying not to flip out and kill everyone. Tempest didn’t blame her, and instead listened as she outlined her own alternative plan. “I like it.” She managed as the woman left the room.<br><br>She glanced back to her sometime partner (in more respects then one) and nodded to him. “Good to see you, Z. As you can tell, this has been an interesting little escapade, and it’s only just started.” She glanced at the doorway. “Now me, I liked Tracey’s idea more than anything else presented so far, so I’m willing to give it a shot. Finely just seems a little too insistent on his one plan, and it’s a deranged one.” She gave a small smirk. “And not in a good way.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>12-04-2013, 03:21:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Shadowrun/Shadowrun%20Images/catch_zpsf9cf0739.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Ms. Frost<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Elf Combat Hacker<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Intuition and Logic, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Technical, Physical<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Native American and Japanese, 20's, bisexual<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> <br><br><br><br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i2.listal.com/image/1148692/936full-matthew-rhys.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Taylor<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Human Street Shaman<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Charisma and Willpower, Intuiton and Logic<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Magical, Social<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 30's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> <br><br>Taylor and Ms. Frost looked at each other and smiled at Tempest's comment.<br><br>Ms. Frost said, "This is nothing.&nbsp; Findley has come up with crazier schemes with bigger rewards."&nbsp; She turned to the rest of the runners.&nbsp; "There's an abandoned lot a few blocks down from the target.&nbsp; Here's the address.&nbsp; Be there at 11:45.&nbsp; <br><br>"Taylor has Findley's van.&nbsp; I have my own van.&nbsp; Meet us there, or Taylor or I can chauffer you around.&nbsp; <br><br>"At 11:45, we meet.&nbsp; Taylor gets us in costume and make-up.&nbsp; Lab-techs for Taylor's team.&nbsp; Utility workers for my team.&nbsp; <br><br>"At 12:00, the op starts with my team going into the tunnel.&nbsp; Figure we start penetrating the wall at 12:15.&nbsp; 12:20 we get in.&nbsp; I can may a fake call or set off a fake alarm to security for emergency lab workers to back up Tracy's plan.<br><br>"Soon after, the guards should be distracted by Taylor's team.&nbsp; I hack the cameras.&nbsp; Once I take care of the cameras, we grab everything and exfil.&nbsp; We meet at the lot if we're clear, or at the safehouse at this address if we're not."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Before starting the run, I was thinking everyone could post what their character does after the meeting and before the run.&nbsp; Taylor or Ms. Frost can drop you off anywhere after the meeting and pick you up before the run.<br></div></div><br>Ms. Frost liked to start a run off clean.&nbsp; After a long hot bath, she opened a closet containing her guns on a rack, body armor on a mannequin and lined coat on a hanger.&nbsp; She was still naked when she went to her window and sent out a message through her internal commlink - "Where are you?"<br><br>Taylor was eating his usual pre-run meal of surf and turf at his favorite restaurant.&nbsp; Lobster and a rare steak made for an expensive meal, but Taylor thought it made his magic work best.&nbsp; He was about to order a piece of cheesecake when his commlink got an incoming message.&nbsp; He paused his bite, then smiled.<br><br>He didn't respond with words, just a link to the restaurant he was at, across the street from her apartment.<br><br>"Surf and turf?" was her message back.<br><br>He sent a picture of his empty plate.<br><br>She replied.&nbsp; "Got room for dessert?"&nbsp; She showed a picture of herself on all fours, looking over her shoulder at the camera.<br><br>He didn't respond.&nbsp; He wouldn't until he got to her door.&nbsp; He paid his check, took the dessert to go, and left.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tamhansen</strong> on <strong>12-04-2013, 18:38:04</strong>
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				Kit looked at Taylor as they got up to leave the meeting. "Leave the wheels to me"<br><br><br><br>Kit left the meeting and opened his link. Downloading everything he could find on the target, he checked who did their health and safety. Medilabs apparently. Well that was a plus. He called up Tazer, the mechanic that did odd jobs for him sometimes. The man was a miracle with paint jobs. "Tazer, I have a job for you, but it is kind of a rush." The orc on the other side of the line looked annoyed "it always is with you isn't it Kit?" Kit smiled widely "It'll be worth your while, Tazer." He dropped some pictures of a medilab van to the orc's inbox. "Have it done by 11, I'll come pick it up."<br><br>He then got in the town car and sat back. He opened a bottle of captain Morgan's and sat back as he was taken back to the appartment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>12-04-2013, 19:11:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/64/Yande.re_76876_sample.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> ZZ<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Elf Physical Adept <br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Charisma and Willpower, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Combat<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Asian/Polynesian, 20's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Tempest<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As the debate wound down and people began to trickle out, ZZ lay a hand over Tempest’s.&nbsp; “It seems we’ll be mostly along for security, then.&nbsp; We shouldn’t over plan something this routine.&nbsp; Anything that can actually mess it up will be unexpected, and we shouldn’t let it blind side us.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He looked into his friend’s eyes and ran a white gloved index finger along the outside of hers.&nbsp; “Would you care to come by my place for the day?&nbsp; We can pass the time, then gear up together?&nbsp; I’d love a chance to brush your hair again.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SatanKlaus</strong> on <strong>12-04-2013, 21:38:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/48/Waltz.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Waltz<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Human Bodyguard/Escort<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Charisma and Willpower, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Combat<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 30's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Fury<br><br><br><hr><br><br>Waltz had already done his shopping for the job online: a collection of electronic catalogues from major lab suppliers to identify the good stuff, a folding cart to move the loot in the tunnel, a couple of tough, sealable bags to get it cleanly through the wall and a mile of hair-thin fiber-optic cable with a battery powered commlink relay on both sides. Finley hadn’t lost a word about how deep the tunnel went and if they would have reception there. If the distraction team screwed up, it was vital that they got word and not went ahead blindly. If they took the relay through the wall with them, they could even stay in touch while inside if necessary, although it might be best to maintain radio silence inside the lab. With that done, he was as prepared as he could be. There were a million things that could go wrong, and many of them depended on obviously unreliable people. At least Tracy Grimm seemed to be on top of her game, so he had some small hope that things would turn out all right. But he would cross that bridge when it came to it. For now, there was nothing more that he could do and it was best not to worry about it too much. Most people were in the process of leaving the meeting or had already left. He liked the club, though. It was his kind of scene.<br><br>“Stay for a drink?” He stopped Fury just as she was about to go. Getting personally involved on a job was never a good idea. But he <em>really</em> wanted to see if the troll girl could dance…and if she would let him lead. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>13-04-2013, 16:26:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Shadowrun/Shadowrun%20Images/Tara-GearedUp_zps7df21b01.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Tempest<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Elf Street Samurai<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Agility and Reaction, Body and Strength<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Combat, Technical<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 20's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> ZZ<br><br>Tempest smiled back a ZZ. “Sounds like we got the good end of the deal. A part of me is glad that we got the milk run, and a part of me is a bit upset that I’m not doing anything but cleaning my ears. It’s one of those and-or things, but I shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth, right?” That turned her smile into an out-and-out grin. “Not being killed is always a good thing, and I’m not going to say no to a job that pays me good money to do nothing.”<br><br>“However, I do like the sound of your plan.” She nodded. “And I’d love for you to brush my hair for me… and a few other things.” It was a little game of theirs and she loved it. Her only sticking point was that ZZ had nicer hair then she did.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>13-04-2013, 22:19:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e1/CurvysScarlett.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Scarlet Arn Atal'ai<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Troll Mercenary<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Body and Strength, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Combat, Physical<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 20's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>all<br>wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=77884705)<br><br>Fury listened to the group as they finally seemed to get to some sort of agreement. It was clear that most of these people were in no way used to working with teams. But thankfully after she spoke up they seemed to fall in line and get things worked out. Still Fury had a sense of uneasiness with this group. She would have to be sure to have a plan B just in case. And to let her father know she was going on a run. All else failed Fury knew they would come for her. And with a great deal determent muscle power to get their point across. When Ms. Frost spoke up about having her on the team Fury smiled. <strong>"Sounds good to me."</strong> she said standing up as everyone started to gather themselves to leave. <br><br>They had several hours before the run was going to take place. And she was sure some of them had to get ready. All that Fury had to do was get out of the clothes she wore. Still feeling out of place and utterly overdressed she was eager to end the meeting.<strong> "See you all then."</strong> she said and waved to them. But as she went to make a quick retreat Fury felt someone stop her. Turning her eyes fell upon Waltz, a very handsome man to say the least. He surprised her by asking her to stay for a drink. Sure he flirted with her, but to actually fallow through with it was certainly something that didn't happen every day. Fury smiled a bit as she thought for a moment. As much as Fury wanted to get out of the clothes she was wearing. Her curiosity about the man was far more alluring. <strong>"All right.'</strong> she said simply and moved with him into the club. Her hips swayed a bit, and despite how out of place her look made her feel. It accented her body amazingly well.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SatanKlaus</strong> on <strong>15-04-2013, 11:34:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/48/Waltz.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Waltz<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Human Bodyguard/Escort<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Charisma and Willpower, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Combat<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 30's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Fury<br><br><br><br><br><hr>Waltz ordered drinks for both of them, making sure to refer to Fury as a 'lady' to the barman, a notion that clearly confused her - albeit in a charming way. Shortly, a pair of fancy alcoholic creations arrived, garnished with real spices and sentence-long names. The colors were swirling in their glasses. Waltz’ had fresh fruit on top and Fury’s was actually <em>on fire</em>.<br><br><strong>“Here, you drink it through this.”</strong> Waltz offered and dipped the metal straw into Fury’s glass. They sipped on their drinks for a moment, enjoying the explosions of taste, before Waltz cut to the chase.<br><br><strong>“I am a bit worried about the people on the job,”</strong> he admitted to her <strong>“so I guess we should make the most of the time we might have left. Would you… care for a dance?”</strong> He asked, holding out his hand like a gentleman of old. He had already draped his jacket over his chair and his burgundy-red shirt was unbuttoned almost half-way. Women rarely admitted what they wanted to see, but Waltz had enough experience to <em>know</em>. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>18-04-2013, 09:13:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/64/Yande.re_76876_sample.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> ZZ<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Elf Physical Adept <br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Charisma and Willpower, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Combat<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Asian/Polynesian, 20's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Tempest<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;ZZ ran his finger’s through the other elf’s rose red hair and smiled.&nbsp; “I’ll meet you there, then.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He left the restaurant ahead of her and drove back to his expensive condo, informing the computer to send her up—under the appropriate identity of course.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The sharp dressed man set the expensive kitchen suite to synthesizing soy based Cafe Mocha for two, and a light meal of soy steaks, real potatoes with synthetic condiments, and an orange for each of them for desert.&nbsp; He set out his favorite shampoos in the big shower, brushes in the bedroom, and made sure the sheets were clean in case they had time for…&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;More.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then he headed back into the small living room to see if Tempest had arrived yet.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>18-04-2013, 15:33:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Shadowrun/Shadowrun%20Images/Tara-GearedUp_zps7df21b01.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Tempest<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Elf Street Samurai<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Agility and Reaction, Body and Strength<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Combat, Technical<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 20's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> ZZ<br><br>As much as she’d have preferred something a little more… herself, Tempest knew that ZZ lived in a nice apartment in a nice part of town, and, as such, a woman wearing body armour and carrying guns would not be welcome at the best to times. Instead, she was still clad in her nice pantsuit, carrying herself like an ordinary woman and not a hired gun. <em>It’s not too bad, actually. I might be able to go with this look</em>.<br><br>She entered the apartment, nodding to Z as she entered. “There’s one thing that can drive a girl crazy, and that’s when her boyfriend has nicer hair then she does.” That prompted a small laugh. “But since you’re so nice to look after mine, how could I say no?” True, hair was a mere part of their relationship, but it was the one that amused her the most. She stepped over to him, a warm smile on her face. “So what first? Haircare or something else on your mind?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>19-04-2013, 04:44:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e1/CurvysScarlett.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Scarlet Arn Atal'ai<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Troll Mercenary<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Body and Strength, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Combat, Physical<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 20's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>all<br>wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=77884705)<br><br>Fury took a deep breath as they walked up to the bar. And gave Waltz a slightly bewildered look when he spoke about he as if she was a lady. She was half starting to think he was playing her. No one...especially a human would have seen her as a lady. As the drinks arrived Fury had to hold back a soft laugh. She was used to beer or hard liqueur in shots. Not something that caught on fire and had pretty colors to it.<strong> "Ok...I admit this is something new."</strong> she said smiling lightly. <br><br>Fury watched as he dipped the metal straw into the fiery drink. <strong>"Thanks."</strong> she said simply feeling like anything else would only make her sound stupid. She hated to seem stupid; it was certainly a stereotype about trolls she sought to change. But being in an environment that made her feel so out of place was not making it very easy. <br><br>She tested her luck with her first sip and was surprised to actually like the taste of it. <strong>"Surprisingly good actually."</strong> she said with a soft smile. But it faded as he spoke about the group. She straightened herself a bit and nodded, <strong>"You and me both." </strong>she said expecting him to go into a conversation about the crew. But she was again caught off guard as he slipped in a sly line and asked her to dance. <strong>"You can see right?"</strong> she asked suddenly before laughing at her own words.<strong> "I mean...I don't dance very well. I'm afraid any grace I have is left to my fighting abilities. That and I grew up with a family of boys, and all of them have two left feet.' </strong>she said with a soft smirk. <strong>"I'd hate to break you before a run."</strong> she said one hand puling at the corset she wore. Still she knew this wasn't her scene, if only she could have met him on the streets or at a normal bar.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SatanKlaus</strong> on <strong>19-04-2013, 17:13:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/48/Waltz.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Waltz<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Human Bodyguard/Escort<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Charisma and Willpower, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Combat<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 30's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Fury<br><br><br><strong>“No one ever dared to teach you, that’s all.”</strong> Waltz said and gently pulled Fury in the direction of the dance floor. <strong>“It doesn’t mean you <em>can’t</em>, though. I never judge a book by its cover or a person by her race and you shouldn’t either. You will find I don’t break that easily.”</strong> He added and led her hand to his chest, letting her feel the luxurious fabric of the things he wore underneath his burgundy-red shirt: form-fitting body armor made of lightweight arachnosilk with a thin set of trauma plates over his vitals. He held her hand in place for a moment before smiling up at her – he still had to get used to look so far <em>up</em> at a woman. “If you are graceful in combat, then is that the kind of lingerie that gets your motor running?” He asked jokingly with one foot on the dance floor, waiting for the current song to end.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>20-04-2013, 02:20:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e1/CurvysScarlett.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Scarlet Arn Atal'ai<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Troll Mercenary<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Body and Strength, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Combat, Physical<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 20's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>Waltz<br>wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=77884705)<br><br>&nbsp;Fury wasn't used to being so openly touched, but despite the surprising touch of his hand she didn't pull away. Her hand came to rest on his chest. And she could feel the familiar textures of armor beneath the shirt he wore.<strong> "I guess you’re not."</strong> she said smiling lightly. Her hand remained there for a moment, only pulling it away when he looked up and spoke once more.<br><br><strong> "Quite possibly, though when my motor is running," </strong>she said using his own description,<strong> "I prefer being oh natural."</strong> she said looking to the dance floor as the song started to come to an end. No doubt another catchy one was going to fallow it. She wasn't looking forward to looking like a fool, hopeful it would at least be something slow. Though the idea of a slow dance seemed almost as silly to her. Fury held back a groan that wanted to come, figuring this could only end in tears. <strong>"You sure about this Hun?"</strong> she asked looking back to him with a soft smirk to her lips. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>20-04-2013, 16:52:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Shadowrun/Shadowrun%20Images/catch_zpsf9cf0739.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Ms. Frost<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Elf Combat Hacker<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Intuition and Logic, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Technical, Physical<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Native American and Japanese, 20's, bisexual<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> <br><br><br>Ms. Frost was on all fours, dressed up in nothing but a red hooded opera cloack, as a werewolf rutted her from behind.&nbsp; She took every thrust, backing her fine ass up to cram as much of that knotty cock up inside her.<br><br>"Oh, grandma, what a big cock you have!"<br><br>That phrase was enough to get both Ms. Frost and her partner to climax together.&nbsp; They collapsed into her bed, his warm, furry body pressing down on her back as her breasts got squished against the mattress.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i2.listal.com/image/1148692/936full-matthew-rhys.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Taylor<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Human Street Shaman<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Charisma and Willpower, Intuiton and Logic<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Magical, Social<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 30's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> <br><br>Slowly, the werewolf turned back into Taylor.&nbsp; After a bit of cuddling, Taylor got up and smacked Ms. Frost in the ass, waking her up.&nbsp; Taylor got dressed and parted with a "See you at the staging ground," then left while Ms. Frost rolled out of her bed to get ready.<br><br>Later, at 11:45 p.m., Ms. Frost and Taylor were at the abandoned lot a few blocks from the target.&nbsp; <br><br>Their vehicles were parked and loaded with the gear they needed for their tasks.&nbsp; Ms. Frost's van had Waltz's purchases - the folding cart, the sealable bags, the fiber optic cable and the commlink relay, to which Ms. Frost added encryption.&nbsp; <br><br>Each of them had used their vans to pick up whoever needed a ride - otherwise they just waited for the others to meet them there.&nbsp; <br><br>Taylor changed outfits to match uniforms while retaining any armor qualities, then everyone incorporated props.&nbsp; He set up his own van and Ms. Frost's van to look appropriate as well, matching his van to the one that Kit brought.&nbsp; "Having matching vans for the distraction team will add to our credibility."<br><br>Ms. Frost addressed the team.&nbsp; "Okay, recap.&nbsp; It's 11:45 now.&nbsp; At 12:00, my team goes in the tunnel.&nbsp; At 12:15, we breach the wall.&nbsp; At 12:20, we're in, and I hack the system to put out an alarm.&nbsp; Taylor's team goes in and keeps the guards busy.&nbsp; I hack cameras and maglocks, we clean the place out, and exfiltrate.&nbsp; Figure we're out at 12:45.&nbsp; If we're clear, meet here.&nbsp; If not, safehouse.&nbsp; Even though we're underground, we will have comms thanks to Waltz.&nbsp; Signal is encrypted.&nbsp; Anyone can text, speak or see anyone else regardless of which team you're on.&nbsp; Let's do this."<br><br>Ms. Frost got in her van, disguised as a private utility company, along with Waltz, Fury, Tempest and ZZ.&nbsp; She parked in an alleyway, got the manhole cover popped open, and took a whiff.&nbsp; "Ewww.&nbsp; Smells like someone died in there."&nbsp; Or is about to die in there.&nbsp; She climbed into the hole first and took a look around.&nbsp; "Hmm.&nbsp; It's dirty but at least it's not disgusting.&nbsp; And Findley was right.&nbsp; It's really dark in here.&nbsp; Put on your headband lights, but keep them dim.&nbsp; Never know if we'll run into anything."<br><br>Once everyone was in the tunnel, Ms. Frost had more of a game face on.&nbsp; "ZZ, you have the best eyes and ears, so take the point.&nbsp; Tempest, back him up.&nbsp; I'll be in the middle.&nbsp; Waltz and Fury, take care of the gear and watch our backs."<br><br>The tunnel could fit two team members side by side, although Fury took up a lot of space.&nbsp; The walk in was eerily quiet and frighteningly dark but otherwise uneventful.&nbsp; It felt like going into a cave.&nbsp; Halfway in, the silence was interrupted only by the sounds of someone vomiting and of some fluids hitting the concrete floor.<br><br>"Damn it," said Ms. Frost.&nbsp; "Sorry, team, this smell is making me ill."<br><br>Meanwhile, Taylor's team of One Shot, Tracy Grimm and Kit was split up between his van and the van provided by Kit.&nbsp; They waited a few blocks away from the front entrance of the building.&nbsp; Taylor checked his watch.&nbsp; "Ms. Frost just texted me.&nbsp; They're almost to the wall.&nbsp; Expect to move out soon."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Feel free to talk about:<br><br>the conclusions of your scenes with other characters between the meetings at the bar and the abandoned lot<br><br>how you got to the abandoned lot, with Taylor or with Ms. Frost or on your own<br><br>any communications you have with other team members via commlink chat or live conversation<br><br>how your character feels about what's going on<br><br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>20-04-2013, 17:09:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/08/Shadowrun_fashion_defnoir_by_raben_aas-d5pko80.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Findley <br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Troll Street Dealer<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Body and Strength, Charisma and Willpower<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Combat<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; African-American, 40's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Angel<br><br>Findley may have left the meeting and had two of his regular runners in Ms. Frost and Taylor supervising, but he still had other eyes and ears doing surveillance.&nbsp; He gave another promising runner a call.<br><br>"Okay, Angel, they should be starting their mission by now.&nbsp; Taylor's team should be somewhere near the front door of the building, ready to start their distraction of the guards inside.&nbsp; Find them, follow them and watch them from afar.&nbsp; Text me what you see.&nbsp; And record everything."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niki315</strong> on <strong>20-04-2013, 21:27:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2b/Cbuccino21-cropped.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Angel<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Human Infiltration Specialist/Artist<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Intuition and Logic, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Technical<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 20's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Findley, Distraction team<br><br><hr><br>Angel was on the streets already.&nbsp; Her fixer told her she'd have some work tonight and she should keep her schedule open.&nbsp; Getting recordings for Findley served a dual purpose for her.&nbsp; She got paid when she passed the recordings onto him, and after she made some edits she could sell them online to people who wished their lives were a little more exciting.&nbsp; When Findley's call came in, she answered almost immediately.&nbsp; "<strong>Got it,</strong>" she replied after the orders were conferred.&nbsp; "<strong>I'll get right on it.</strong>"&nbsp; <br><br>She was wearing average street clothes at the time: a jacket that showed her midrift, a mini-skirt, a button-up shirt that was tied instead of buttoned that also showed off her midrift, and knee-high boots with a 3-inch heel.&nbsp; So ordinary you'd think she were taking a trip to the store.&nbsp; Most people in this area weren't exactly wearing their Sunday best.&nbsp; If your clothes looked too expensive, you were likely a target.&nbsp; Especially a woman walking alone at midnight.<br><br>Looking around the street where the op was to take place, there really wasn't much to work with.&nbsp; A couple bars, other facilities, parking lots.&nbsp; Angel brought up a mapsoft and looked for a place to start the stakeout.&nbsp; There was luckily a convenience store at just the right angle to view the vans.&nbsp; She'd have to move to get a view of the facility afterward, but it was a start.&nbsp; Maybe she could borrow a car or something.<br><br>Her opportunity presented itself when a few gangers showed up to the store on motorcycles.&nbsp; Small fast motorcycles.&nbsp; They wouldn't be there long, and they were probably just messing with the clerk while a couple others lifted some junk.&nbsp; Angel could work with this.&nbsp; After ducking into an alley, she slipped out of her jacket and pulled her shirt off tossing it into a dumpster.&nbsp; She adjusted her bra a bit and then pulled her jacket back on so that just the tiniest bit of her bra could be seen, creating as much cleavage as possible.&nbsp; Her hair, which was unremarkable at first, shifted to having white and blue highlights running through it.&nbsp; Then she pulled on her skirt a little to make it appear just a tad shorter.&nbsp; She dug through her jacket pockets and pulled out some rings and earrings that looked like spikes and skulls.&nbsp; Now she was a punk.&nbsp; And those gangers wouldn't be there all night.&nbsp; The young runner entered the convenience store to the scene she had fully expected.&nbsp; One of the gangers was making a mess of the counter while the others ran around the store tossing things around.&nbsp; It didn't take much for her to get the attention of one.&nbsp; <br><br>One of the gangers stopped right next to her and made no attempt to hide where he was looking.&nbsp; "Hey there, didn't think I'd find something like you in a convenience store."<br><br>"<strong>You couldn't handle me,</strong>" she said to him and walked past.&nbsp; As if she directed his actions herself, he followed her making his case.&nbsp; A little whiny for a ganger, but one she could definitely take advantage of.&nbsp; When the group of gangers ran out and rode off, Angel still had him tied around her finger.&nbsp; The two leaned up against the wall of the convenience store and started making out.&nbsp; She kept an eye on the vans, the only spot on the street where she could get a clear view of both of them and tried to direct the ganger's head with her hands to keep it from obscuring her view.<br><br><em>Now, I wait.</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>23-04-2013, 17:04:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Shadowrun/Shadowrun%20Images/catch_zpsf9cf0739.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Ms. Frost<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Elf Combat Hacker<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Intuition and Logic, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Technical, Physical<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Native American and Japanese, 20's, bisexual<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Waltz, Fury, ZZ, Tempest<br><br>The walk through the tunnel was otherwise uneventful.&nbsp; Nothing got detected or shot up.&nbsp; Smooth sailing so far.<br><br>"Okay, this is it," said Ms. Frost, taking out one of the two cans and shaking it up.&nbsp; She switched to general comms so everyone in both teams could hear her.&nbsp; "Breaching the wall now.&nbsp; It will take a few minutes."<br><br>Ms. Frost sprayed the foam at a large glossy plastic looking barrier.&nbsp; Immediately, it started bubbling and foaming.&nbsp; During the chemical reaction, it looked dangerous to touch and released some heat as well.<br><br>After the reaction stopped happening, Ms. Frost gently prodded the surface.&nbsp; The previous stiffness was now of a chewing gum-like consistency.<br><br>"Okay, here's goes nothing.&nbsp; Penetrating the barrier.&nbsp; I'll go in first.&nbsp; Everyone stay right behind on my ass and get in before this wall starts hardening again.&nbsp; Leave the stretcher, but bring everything else."<br><br>Ms. Frost took a small knife and attempted to make a long vertical slice down the gelatinous material.&nbsp; Some parts seemed to start sticking to each other.&nbsp; Ms. Frost stuck her arm in and turned to enter sideways.&nbsp; Soon her body disappeared into the wall.<br><br>"It's all squishy and warm.&nbsp; I feel like something is giving birth to me.&nbsp; I love this feeling."<br><br>On the other side of the two meter thick semi-gooey wall, Ms. Frost emerged in a small closet, just like the map said they would.&nbsp; She helped pull in the other members of the team.&nbsp; It proved to be a very tight fit for all five team members, with everyone pressing their bodies up against each other.<br><br>"Okay, everyone, try to get cozy a bit while I hack into their system through this panel."<br><br>The first order of business for Ms. Frost was setting up the fake alarm.&nbsp; She got into the system and analyzed the host with no problem.<br>&nbsp; <br>"Huh.&nbsp; I was expecting some resistance at least but it looks like everything is off.&nbsp; Findley's insider must have hooked us up.&nbsp; Still got four guards on the main level.&nbsp; One at the front desk, one on patrol, two in their quarters napping.&nbsp; Okay, I tripped an alarm on one of the upper level labs for a chemical leak.&nbsp; That should get their attention.&nbsp; Taylor, you're a go.&nbsp; And make it fast.&nbsp; We're packed in really tight here and I've got someone's boobs in my face and someone else's junk on my butt."<br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i2.listal.com/image/1148692/936full-matthew-rhys.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Taylor<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Human Street Shaman<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Charisma and Willpower, Intuiton and Logic<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Magical, Social<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 30's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> One Shot, Tracy Grimm, Kit<br><br>"You heard the lady," said Taylor.&nbsp; "Let's do this."<br><br>Taylor drove his van up to the front of the building and stepped out.&nbsp; <br><br>"Okay, Tracy, get us in through the front door so we can neutralize the guards."<br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Shadowrun/Shadowrun%20Images/Perry_zpsb5942e3a.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Cord<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Human Go-Ganger<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> <br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; <br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 20's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Angel<br><br>Cord couldn't believe his luck.&nbsp; He thought he was just going to do some shoplifting and otherwise cause a ruckus.&nbsp; He never thought he'd get his hands and mouth on a babe like this one.&nbsp; He knew the score with this chick.&nbsp; Maybe she was coming in from the suburbs for a little thrill or maybe she was the real deal, but either way she wanted a bad boy to take control, slot in and run.<br><br>"Damn, you a fine piece of ass, slitch.&nbsp; Let's go into the alley and I show you how good I handle you.&nbsp; I'll jack into you and show you my <em>hez</em>."<br><br>He pulled her close, even picking her up off the ground, and started walking toward a dark alley while carrying her.<br><br><br><br>slitch - derogatory term for woman, combination of slut and bitch<br>slot in - have sex<br>slot and run - hurry up<br>jack in - have sex<br><em>hez</em> - Or'zet for courage or sexual prowess<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>23-04-2013, 17:45:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/Tilly2.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Tracy Grimm<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Human Grifter<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Charisma and Willpower, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Technical<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 20's, bisexual<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Distraction Team<br><br>Tracy had arrived with a silver briefcase that contained the necessary props for the brief play she was about to put on. A set of clean suits for the group, complete with gloves and dust masks. The disguises would help cover their faces and keep them from getting fingerprints all over everything. Two very important things to be constantly wary of. She tossed a set to every member and Tracy explained as they suited up, "Let me do the talking, it's what I'm here for. As soon as I knock out the first guard the rest of you can swoop in and incapacitate the rest. I'd recommend no firearms. I would be smart to keep things as quiet as possible."<br><br>Grimm peered at the building from around the van and as soon as she saw all the guards converging on the first floor to discuss just what the hell was going on with the alarm, she made her move. She waved for the others to follow and started in a brisk walk towards the building, silver briefcase in hand, the prop adding to the professional look. Hurried, but professional. She was in full on actor mode now. Her movements and demeanor changed considerably. She raised her hand and knocked loudly, urgently, and authoritatively upon the door to get the attention of the security team. It was hard to think about how one could purposely knock with authority, but Tracy apparently knew the secret, because one of the guards jogged over quickly upon seeing her, fumbling a moment for his keys and then unlocking the door. She didn't even let him get a word out before she started talking. Fast.<br><br>"My name is Doctor Artemis Falkmore, my associates and I are with CRT. We just received an alarm notification for your building about a dangerous chemical spill. One of the labs is showing a container breach for a very dangerous, odorless chemical named - Hey!" Tracy snapped her fingers in the guard's face as he tried to look past her at the rest of the crew, "Lives are in danger, listen to me! The chemical is called Neuropozine and it's designed to track the neuro activity in the human brain. It is still under heavy testing and is extremely dangerous. It could calcify your entire frontal lobe if it gets into your system! Don't worry about it though. I'm serious. Worrying about it triggers the reaction. Calm down and assemble your men here!"<br><br>At this point the guard was no doubt in a panic; worried he might've been inhaling some deadly chemical for half the night, worried that worrying might turn his brain into a hunk of calcium, worried that he might lose his job, worried about this 'Doctor' in the weird space suit pushing him backwards so she could get inside with her techie friends. Doubtless the other guards had been listening, their full attention on the scene by the door.<br><br>"God dammit. Sir! Snap out of it!" continued Tracy, playing up the part of the agitated but still concerned professional. "I'm going to take your pulse. Try to relax for me." <br><br>Grimm placed one hand on his neck and the other on his wrist. She squeezed. The injectors in Tracy's fingertips fired, piercing the nervous guard's skin and injecting him with enough diazepam to knock him out within seconds. The double dose of the drug and the guard's own nervousness made sure of it. As he started to go down, Tracy caught him and lowered him to the floor while shouting, "He's passing out!" she waved her comrades in, "Grab the others! Make sure they're alright!" <br><br>Of course they'd do anything but.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niki315</strong> on <strong>24-04-2013, 09:46:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2b/Cbuccino21-cropped.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Angel<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Human Infiltration Specialist/Artist<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Intuition and Logic, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Technical<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 20's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Findley, Distraction team<br><br><hr><br>Things were getting hot, and the ganger was really into it.&nbsp; He lifted her up and started moving her toward the alley.&nbsp; Just her luck, the van she was watching was on the move.&nbsp; <br><br>The ganger was talking himself up, which Angel had to expect, but it sounded so fake to her.&nbsp; Not that she was being real with him. She only needed him for the place to loiter, and his bike. "<strong>Hey, run inside and grab some condoms.&nbsp; Something fruit-flavored and we'll have some real fun.</strong>"&nbsp; She pulls away and drops her legs to the street.&nbsp; Her fingers were running all over his groin while she stared at him.&nbsp; He couldn't take his eyes off, and the way she bit her lip was just icing on the cake.&nbsp; He was about to protest, but with a slight nod of her head toward the door of the shop and the motion of her bringing one finger up to her lips, and rubbing them slowly was convincing enough.&nbsp; It would take about 30 seconds to grab the condoms and get back out.&nbsp; And it would be easier than forcing her.<br><br>The second he had his back turned, she shifted the key from her palm to her fingers.&nbsp; All that groin play made it easy for her to lift his key.&nbsp; She sat down on his bike and started it up, making sure to subvert the rudimentary defenses with her comm-link.&nbsp; She really loved the programs that Doctor Octorok had dug up for her.&nbsp; In ten seconds she was gone, and the ganger was probably incredibly pissed.&nbsp; He'd get his bike back in one piece.&nbsp; She was only taking it down the street.<br><br>The facility was a little ways down the road.&nbsp; And the van had already pulled up.&nbsp; She could see people with Haz-Mat equipment entering the building.&nbsp; She rode the bike into the lot near the van where she could watch what was going on through the front doors.&nbsp; From here it would be impossible to stay completely hidden, but she didn't count on being seen with how preoccupied the team was.&nbsp; Times like this reminded her she needed to upgrade her contacts for vision magnification.&nbsp; She could see what was going on, but until she reviewed the sim information later, she wouldn't be able to see exactly what was going on.&nbsp; Findley on the other hand, could access her storage node to get the sim information with a one minute delay.&nbsp; The delay was to protect the runners from anyone who might have access to her storage node.&nbsp; The sim file had a higher resolution than her natural optical ability.&nbsp; It was possible to zoom in on things through the sim data, but Angel couldn't view the sim data in real time, so she just had to keep her eyes on the crew.&nbsp; The next step was to see if she could access the security network where the runners were.&nbsp; It couldn't hurt to get a few different angles.&nbsp; Her comm-link's hardware was definitely top of the line, but the question was if her programs could handle cracking the node discreetly.&nbsp; She only needed basic access, so she wouldn't have to deal with breaking admin access, and the risks associated with it. Hopefully from here, everything went smoothly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 04:54:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i2.listal.com/image/1148692/936full-matthew-rhys.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Taylor<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Human Street Shaman<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Charisma and Willpower, Intuiton and Logic<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Magical, Social<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 30's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> One Shot, Tracy Grimm, Kit<br><br>Tracy Grimm's plan and performance worked perfectly.&nbsp; The panic of the guards kept their guard down, and seeing one of their own crumple like a rag doll made them panic also.<br><br>By the time it was over, all four guards were unconscious, tied and bound.<br><br>"Guards are neutralized, Ms. Frost.&nbsp; It's your play now."<br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Shadowrun/Shadowrun%20Images/catch_zpsf9cf0739.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Ms. Frost<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Elf Combat Hacker<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Intuition and Logic, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Technical, Physical<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Native American and Japanese, 20's, bisexual<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Waltz, Fury, ZZ, Tempest<br><br>"Thanks, T!&nbsp; Not a moment too soon.&nbsp; We were all getting to know each other real well in this closet."<br><br>Ms. Frost did what she did best.&nbsp; Hacking away, she sent a fake loop through each of the cameras while maintaining the time.&nbsp; Another moment later, all of the main maglocks were deactivated.&nbsp; The closet door opened under the pressure of the five inhabitants including one troll and the infiltration team came tumbling out.<br><br>"All the main doors are unlocked.&nbsp; Your path is clear.&nbsp; Go get the case and let's get out of here!&nbsp; If you want anything else, you have to open the maglocks yourselves.&nbsp; I don't have access to them."<br><br>The infiltration team scrambled, following the map to go through the rooms toward the case.<br><br>"How are you looking up there, T?"<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i2.listal.com/image/1148692/936full-matthew-rhys.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Taylor<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Human Street Shaman<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Charisma and Willpower, Intuiton and Logic<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Magical, Social<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 30's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> One Shot, Tracy Grimm, Kit<br><br>"It doesn't look like you're running around in there.&nbsp; Security cameras show no activity."<br><br>The distraction team moved the unconscious guards back into the guard room.&nbsp; Taylor changed everyone's uniforms from those of a chemical clean-up crew to that of a security guard shift.<br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Shadowrun/Shadowrun%20Images/catch_zpsf9cf0739.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Ms. Frost<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Elf Combat Hacker<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Intuition and Logic, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Technical, Physical<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Native American and Japanese, 20's, bisexual<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Waltz, Fury, ZZ, Tempest<br><br>"Wow, some interesting data in here, teams.&nbsp; I'm sure we can sell it.&nbsp; But another thing that's weird... someone else is watching these cameras.&nbsp; Someone not us.&nbsp; It's like... someone is watching us.&nbsp; Uh oh.&nbsp; We have another problem.&nbsp; We have bad guys coming in.&nbsp; Two Haz-Mat trucks full of techies.&nbsp; I don't understand.&nbsp; I set off the alarm but I stopped the alert from getting out.&nbsp; There must have been a back up alert or something.&nbsp; Keep them busy.&nbsp; They think there's a leak of some kind - maybe you can use that to your advantage."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SatanKlaus</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 10:17:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/48/Waltz.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Waltz<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Human Bodyguard/Escort<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Charisma and Willpower, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Combat<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 30's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Fury, Tempest, ZZ, Ms. Frost<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>The tunnel was dry as promised and there didn’t seem to be any security features. There didn’t have to be; a solid wall blocked their passage into the underground laboratory – only it wasn’t all that solid. Ms. Frost applied the solvent and it started bubbling and became all gooey and soft. Ah, the wonders of science. Moving through the wall was a weird experience, to say the least. The stuff was all warm and soft, yet <em>heavy</em> and shoving through it took quite a bit of effort. It certainly helped that Fury pushed from behind and Ms. Frost pulled from the front. Then they were stuck for several minutes in a tiny closet, waiting for the ‘go’ signal from the other team. The fiber-optic repeater had made it through the wall in one piece and the cable hadn’t snapped. They had reception – and could surf the matrix if they wanted to – but it was probably best not to overuse the airwaves in here. Waltz just gave it a single test message and then just waited for the other team to give them the go-signal. Who knew how well this place was protected against electronic warfare? With all the traffic on the wireless Matrix, it was difficult – but not impossible – to pinpoint a node, especially if the place was supposed to have no ‘outside’ wireless signals. <br><br>So all they did for the next few minutes was basically…well…cuddling. <br><br><br><br>When Ms. Frost finally gave the go-ahead, they all scrambled out. The elf was of course keen to get to the goods – she was a personal contact of Mr. Findley and probably got an extra cut of whatever he made on this deal. Waltz and the others however would have to scavenge a little on the side if they wanted to make this run worth the risk. He still could barely believe that they were breaking into a secure corporate facility for a handful of nuyen. But that was probably the life in the Shadows.<br><br>The only one besides Ms. Frost who could open a maglock was Tempest and Waltz didn’t know what to think of the woman. She barely talked and seemed to prefer the company of her guns to that of people. Fury, on the other hand, couldn’t crack a maglock if her life depended on it, but she could crack open a <em>door</em> just fine. It might raise an alarm, though and Waltz wasn’t ready to take that risk just yet, not when getting out of the place took five minutes of being helplessly stuck in a wall of Jell-O. So, instead of wandering off on his own in search of marketable valuables, he stuck with Ms. Frost, his tazer at the ready. If someone saw them, he had to neutralize them quickly before they could raise an alarm. Otherwise there wouldn't be any time for looting. And considering that the suitcase with the mystery device was located in an electronics lab, it was likely that the best stuff would be there as well.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 22:37:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e1/CurvysScarlett.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Scarlet Arn Atal'ai<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Troll Mercenary<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Body and Strength, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Combat, Physical<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 20's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>Waltz, Tempest, ZZ, Ms. Frost<br>wearing now, what few weapons she has strapped and hidden under the vest. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=80444524)<br><br>Fury had arrived changed and ready to face what she was sure would be an interesting job. Hopefully it wouldn't end with a surprise none of them were ready for. She trusted none of them and that made it hard to not be watching her back as well as her front. She was even still on the fence about Waltz, despite the fact they had spent several rather fantastic hours together. She wasn't stupid enough to trust him just because he could make a girls toes curl...several times over. Still he did have great ass, at least that is what she thought and what brought a smile to her lips as she worked down the cramped tunnel. Having to hunch down a bit she fell back to let the others have a clear and easy path. Thankfully she was well relaxed so her body didn't tense up as the neared the wall they would soon be working through. <br><br>Watching as the others made their way through the gooey wall Fury had to shake her at Ms. Frost’s comment. Not really sure if she was ready to be reborn Fury ignored that little comparison and started to push through. Her body sliding through the warm goo with ease, and she felt a hand take hers and help her get the rest of way out. The closet she found herself in was indeed cramped, and she found her body rather intimately pressed against Ms. Frost herself. The comment about have breasts in her face caused Fury to laugh softly, <strong>"Hey at least their rather nice breasts, at least I think so."</strong> she said with a cheeky smirk. <br><br>As they waited for the second team to do their thing Fury closed her eyes and found her center. If the shit hit the fan here she was going to have be ready to act. She had memorized the map and had plan B, C, and D already planned out just in case. But for now she took slow breaths and kept herself relaxed and ready to move. <br><br>When they were given the go ahead Frost got the door unlocked and open. Which had the team just about tumbling out. Fury braced her hand on the wall so she didn't come falling out and take out one of her own team. It was time to move, she nodded and her manner changed. Seriousness came to her eyes as she scanned the room and started to move with the team. <br><br>When Frost spoke about wondering off Fury shook her head. Something about this place had her on edge, the feeling that something was there but she just couldn't see it. She always had a good sense about these things, but still at the moment she was stuck. So Fury decided it was best if they just got the case and got out. Especially when Frost filled them in about being watched by someone and the Haz-mat people arriving. <strong>"I don't like it, let’s get what we came for and get out of dodge."</strong> she said looking about them. Fury wished for in moments like this she were easier to disguise. But a troll was hard enough to hide, and she was even unique for her kind. But whatever was happening behind the scenes was already happening. So all Fury could do was keep calm and keep her guard up.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>04-05-2013, 15:48:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Shadowrun/Shadowrun%20Images/catch_zpsf9cf0739.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Ms. Frost<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Elf Combat Hacker<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Intuition and Logic, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Technical, Physical<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Native American and Japanese, 20's, bisexual<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Waltz, Fury, ZZ, Tempest<br><br><strong>"'Rather nice' does not do justice as a description of your breasts, Fury.&nbsp; They are <em>exceptional.</em>&nbsp; And the way Waltz was pressed up against my bottom, I could tell he agreed."</strong><br><br><strong>"Aww, you're protecting little old me, Waltzy?&nbsp; I'll be fine here, and if there's anyone coming, I'll let you know.&nbsp; But I do appreciate you being a gentleman and all.&nbsp; So rare these days.&nbsp; Anyway, I've unlocked room 3 and room 9a.&nbsp; Hopefully you'll find some useful stuff there.&nbsp; The other rooms are just offices - probably nothing valuable anyway.&nbsp; The real loot would be in rooms 3 and 9a."</strong><br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/97/The_pit.png)<br><br>While ZZ and Tempest seemed content to stand around, Fury made her way through rooms 2, 4, 8 and 9c to retrieve the case.&nbsp; It was the size of a bowling ball bag, but made of metal with a big multicolored starburst on one side.&nbsp; It looked and was located right where Findley said they would be, and it was the only case in the room.&nbsp; Taking the case was uneventful, and Fury was back in room 2 in no time.<br><br>While there was nothing else in room 9c, room 9a was full of expensive electronics kits and tools, while room 3 had plenty of medical kits and supplies.&nbsp; There was easily thousands of nuyen worth of equipment, all portable.&nbsp; While there was other stuff that was more expensive, those pieces weres too big and heavy to move.&nbsp; However, selling the kits that they <em>could</em> get was going to net a nice extra payment.<br><br><strong>"Okay, Team Frost, we got the case, some goodies and some data.&nbsp; Let's get out of here."</strong><br><br>The wall was already bubbling with the second treatment of solvent.<br><br><strong>"Same deal, team.&nbsp; You head out first.&nbsp; I have to stay jacked into the system.&nbsp; Go, go, go!"</strong><br><br>There was time to get all of the team through the wall, along with whatever cases Waltz and others were able to steal.<br><br>After everyone was out, Ms. Frost made her own exit.&nbsp; The opening sealed up behind her, and the team was free to get back to her van.<br><br>Getting back seemed to take less time than going in, probably because the area was now familiar to the team.&nbsp; They got out of the manhole cover with the stretcher full of kits, loaded the van, sealed up the manhole, and made their getaway.<br><br>Ms. Frost let out a sigh of relief.&nbsp; "Well, that was exciting.&nbsp; I was hoping to shoot something, but hey, at least we got away, right?&nbsp; Let's make sure Taylor's team is okay before I call Findley."<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i2.listal.com/image/1148692/936full-matthew-rhys.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Taylor<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Human Street Shaman<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Charisma and Willpower, Intuiton and Logic<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Magical, Social<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 30's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> One Shot, Tracy Grimm, Kit<br><br>Dressed as security guards instead of a chemical spill response team, Taylor was able to get the real CRT technicians to think the alarm was false.&nbsp; However, he was not as convincing as Tracy Grimm would have been.&nbsp; Their fake vans currently parked in front of the real vans didn't help.&nbsp; Without outside inteference from Findley's spotter, Angel, the distraction team ended up having to stun the group of technicians before getting back in Taylor's van.<br><br><strong>"We're clear, Ms. Frost.&nbsp; Do the honors of calling Findley."</strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/08/Shadowrun_fashion_defnoir_by_raben_aas-d5pko80.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Findley <br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Troll Street Dealer<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Body and Strength, Charisma and Willpower<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Combat<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; African-American, 40's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><br>Back at the Tuxedo's, the team met up with Findley in the same back room as before.<br><br>Findley made grabby hands at the case the Frost had.&nbsp; <br><br>Taylor spoke while Findley opened the case and examined the contents.&nbsp; <strong>"Overall, things went pretty smoothly, just like you said they would, Findley."</strong><br><br>Findley had a big smile on his face as he sealed the case back up.<br><br><strong>"Have I ever done you wrong, Taylor?&nbsp; Ms. Frost?"</strong><br><br>The pair looked at each other, then shook their heads.&nbsp; <strong>"Nope, you've always been straight with us."</strong><br><br><strong>"And now the moment you've been waiting for..."</strong><br><br>Findley presented each of the runners with credsticks.&nbsp; In addition to the 500 nuyen each member got up front, they each got an additional 2,500 nuyen to make up the difference of the agreed upon 3,000 nuyen each.&nbsp; Findley even paid for everyone's expenses, and paid 50% of the costs of the black, white and blue kits Waltz brought back instead of the usual 30%.&nbsp; The result was an extra 3,000 nuyen per team member.&nbsp; In all, each team member made 6,000 nuyen for a night's work in which no one got hurt, killed or captured.<br><br><strong>"All of you done real good, some more than others, and I hope you're happy with your payments.&nbsp; If you are in the mood to do another job, I already got a couple lined up for ya.&nbsp; I'm still workin' on details, though.&nbsp; So, if you want in, meet at the CBI, the Corporate Bums and Indigents Club.&nbsp; Dress nice - I'll be sendin' a car to pick you up and bring you to a restaurant at the top of the Space Needle at the World's Fair Grounds.&nbsp; Otherwise, it's been nice workin' with ya.&nbsp; If ya want to eat and drink, I told Catharine to put it on my tab.&nbsp; Enjoy what's left of the night."</strong><br><br>Findley would stick around to talk if anyone was inclined.&nbsp; He seemed to be waiting for someone, specifically Angel.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SatanKlaus</strong> on <strong>05-05-2013, 20:37:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/48/Waltz.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Waltz<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Male Human Bodyguard/Escort<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Charisma and Willpower, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Combat<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 30's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> No one/anyone<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Fifteen minutes sound like a long time on paper, during planning, but in reality the run was over in a heartbeat. Miss Frost made a snide comment about her assets, broke the maglocks and the team was in. Fury grabbed the case and Waltz raided the electronics lab with Tempest and the others.<br><br><strong>“Don’t take what looks fanciest. Likely those are custom pieces that we can’t sell. Take what looks like standard issue: lab boxes and tool kits with manufacturer’s labels!”</strong> Waltz instructed them and then everyone grabbed what they could and ran. He would have loved to have more time for a second trip but time was of the essence and because their escape route left them vulnerable, he didn’t risk it on his first shadowrun. Who knew just how good corporate security in this place really was. <br><br>The getaway was simple, too. They loaded up the cart and just jogged down the access tunnel to the car. No one shot at them. There were no barghests chasing them. When they crawled up the manhole at the end of the tunnel, there weren’t a dozen gun barrels pointing down at them and no Lone Star choppers hovering overhead. <br><br>Findley didn’t fuck them over, either. Not more than Waltz expected anyway. He paid up and bought the stuff they had stolen. It was likely a ripoff of the worst kind but that’s what you get when you work with criminals. That’s what they had signed up for. At the end of the night, each of them had made 6000¥, which made a nice dent into his augmentation loans. Findley also offered some follow-up work, which sounded acceptable considering how smooth this run had went.<br><br><strong>”I will be there, Mr. Findley.”</strong> Waltz replied when the troll announced a meeting location. For now, he would relax a bit. The Tuxedo was his kind of club and eating and drinking on someone else’s tab in fancy restaurants and clubs was basically Waltz’s <em>profession</em>. Before he became a Shadowrunner, anyway.<br><br>Waltz almost fell off his chair at the thought.<br><br><em>I am a Shadowrunner!</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>06-05-2013, 00:34:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e1/CurvysScarlett.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Scarlet Arn Atal'ai<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Troll Mercenary<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Body and Strength, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Combat, Physical<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 20's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>Waltz, Tempest, ZZ, Ms. Frost<br>wearing now, what few weapons she has strapped and hidden under the vest. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=80444524)<br><br>Fury smirked as Frost commented on her breasts, <strong>"Always glad to hear an appreciative comment." </strong>she said trying to keep her body as still as possible. There was no point in squishing her teammates. What a way to go, death by breasts. <br><br>Her thoughts were as always cleared and on the job as they all started to move. Fury moved quicker than expected as she went right for their goal. The idea that someone unknown was watching them didn't sit well with her. Her senses on high as the team worked through all the doors that had been unlocked by Frost. Fury liked the way the woman operated and could see herself working with her again. Another run with Waltz sounded alright, especially if they prepared for it the same way they had before this one. And to think she was all tense before he was finished with those magic hands of his. <br><br>But for now she moved as silently as possible, a task that took years of training on her own. None of her brothers really did subtle very well. But Fury liked to keep people guessing. And a stealthy troll was definitely a surprise to anyone that came upon her. Fury fallowed Waltz's advice and stuck to what she knew could move. But made a mental note to have anything that stayed with her checked for trackers. She didn't trust any of the corporations even with as far as she could throw them. <br><br>Fury stuck around long enough to make sure everything got through. Slipping through just before Frost, turning to fallow everyone down the tunnel once more. She stayed behind a few steps not only to keep herself from getting into their way, but to make sure if they got attacked from behind she'd be the first to know. <br><br>Thankfully everything seemed to go off without a hitch. And Findley not only covered what he said, he also added a few extras. And Fury had a nice chuck of credit in her pocket. She was happy to go on her way, perhaps give her contact info to Frost and Waltz for any future runs or get togethers they had. But then Findley spoke about something else he had. The only drawback was they all had to go back to that damn club...and dress the part. She groaned at the thought and ran her fingers through her vibrant red hair. <strong> "I vote the next negotiation include a new meeting place."</strong> she said with a laugh. Noting that she was going to have to stop at Jazz's again if she wanted to look the part, or at least play like she did. The idea of playing his pretty troll barbie made her actually shiver. Fury really was more comfortable in her own gear, at home she walked around in shorts and a t-shirt most of the time. <br><br>At least Findley was fronting the bill. Fury was half tempted to bring her brothers, but she'd never get them into one of those monkey suits.<strong> "I guess I'll meet you all there, I have to make a fashion pit stop."</strong> she laughed and shook her head.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowrun: Milk Run (In Character)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niki315</strong> on <strong>15-05-2013, 05:40:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2b/Cbuccino21-cropped.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Street Name:</strong> Angel<br><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong> Female Human Infiltration Specialist/Artist<br><strong>Attributes:</strong> Intuition and Logic, Agility and Reaction<br><strong>Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Social, Technical<br><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Caucasian, 20's, straight<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Findley<br><br>The runners were on their way out faster than Angel could get bored.&nbsp; They certainly had the feel of professionals.&nbsp; In and out, don’t kill anyone, and don’t get anyone killed.&nbsp; She watched the distraction team load back into the van and drive off.&nbsp; “<strong>Wow.&nbsp; Doesn’t get much sweeter than that.</strong>”&nbsp; Had anything gone wrong, being on site allowed her to assist.&nbsp; But it looked like all she needed to do was spectate tonight.&nbsp; Less exciting than participating, but I guess all in all better for her.&nbsp; Much lower chance of getting shot this way.<br><br>There wasn’t much else to do, but call a cab and head back to meet up with Findley.&nbsp; While walking along the alleys, she made the order.&nbsp; The cab would meet her down the street. Along the way she noticed the stares from the smokers that were hiding out in the alley and acknowledged them with a smirk. After a short walk, a cab pulled up and she hopped in. She could clean up some of the footage on the way, make it somewhat presentable.&nbsp; The raw data would have to be transferred to one of her caches.&nbsp; Simsense data just took up loads of space.&nbsp; She configured a key for Findley to access the data if he was interested in the raws.&nbsp; <br><br>Tuxedo’s, the bar that Findley was waiting still had a bit going on, when she arrived.&nbsp; She decided since she was kind of dressed to blend among the slums to head toward the back entrance.&nbsp; As she made it inside and stepped into a the employees room she sent a message to Findley.&nbsp; “<strong>So I got what you asked for.&nbsp; I’m in the back.</strong>”&nbsp; She started fiddling idly with one of the locks nearby and popped it open, closed it, and then started on the next one.&nbsp; Angel had a bit of a short attention span, but luckily there was always plenty to do to keep her occupied.<br>
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