Legends of the Lost

The city of sin.

Gambling is rife, as is pleasures of another kind. A place where the best bounty hunter could clean up easily. However today he was not there to bust heads. Today he was here for a job.

"Noo where are these people....I ken they will pay well for the best....ah hope thas the case anewae," said the masked bounty hunter casually walking to the meeting place.

Apparently the place of choice is a drinking place. suits the captain well he likes his tipple as well as busting heads. He casually orders a drink and begins waiting for the potential employee and the other applicants.

(Note I will not be rping today just setting the stage imca will be your gm today)

-Meanwhile, at the bar in question, a Navy Seal on leave is having a drink and thinking about what to do next.-

There were a lot of perks to being a cyborg.

For one thing, you were stronger than most of your opponents in a fight. Made bounty hunting and such real easy — no one could stand up to a man almost literally made out of metal. Anonymity was a nice little addition, too; with interchangeable parts, you could change your face in a matter of seconds. Unfortunately, with all of these pros, there was one con that most people just couldn't ignore:

You couldn't ingest alcohol. The energy source — a kind of artificial blood — required to keep cyborg's running did not mix well with alcohol. In fact, it was quite volatile.

And so David Whitaker leaned against a wall near the bar, enviously watching the fleshies chug down bottle after bottle, glass after glass.

He just hoped whoever his new employer was would show up soon.

-Don't watch too enviously, David. There's some wanker sitting at the bar getting wasted and non-noteworthy looking, save for the strange electronic looking hilt clipped to his belt...and the anime doll clipped to it too-

-A man walks into bar, glancing around. Immediately noticeable on him is a short, thin sword on his left hip, and a small, winged person◊ riding on his shoulder.-

-The SEAL looks around-

???: Always too fucking crowded.

-David moves his eyes to each of these people — the SEAL, the fairy man, and the Travis Touchdown lookalike wasted anime fan-

David: ...These cannot be my partners.

...but they are the only unique-looking ones in the bar.

...Oh boy.

-The wanker just flips open a magazine and stares at the centerfold inside it while snickering, and mutters to himself-

???: Seems like someone's hot and bothered in here.

edited 17th Jun '13 12:39:58 PM by Raidouthe21st

-The SEAL shoots a glance at Animu guy-

-The Animu guy gives no immediate signs that he's noticed he's being stared at by two rather tough and dodgy looking men-

-The SEAL goes back to his drink, muttering about how stupid he was to take leave in order to take a job-

-David just shakes his head, absently tapping the hilt of the sword at his hip-

edited 17th Jun '13 12:45:11 PM by Chilifro

-Quietly speaking in a language that mostly consists of quick clicks and chirps to the fairy on his shoulder, the man directs the fairy to help keep an eye on things going on around the bar. The man himself continues to look around.-

Around in the bar is a dragon girl, with a sword straped to her side, drinking sake.

Dressed in a flashy spec ops suit, the stares are kind of mitigated, while it is not easy to tell if she is a government agent, or a coprate one, drawing the ire of either is not a good thing.

-*Sitting next to the dragon girl is a brown-haired werewolf with a sheathed ninjato strapped to his belt. His outfit is a mix of a bodysuit and a longcoat with similar designs to the dragon girl's outfit. His drink of choice is just scotch.*

edited 17th Jun '13 12:49:53 PM by MrKirb

Man: Hmm...

-He directs the fairy to keep an eye on the dragon girl, still using the fairy language.-

-And near the dragon girl and werewolf is a relatively-young-looking guy, who seems...kind of uncomfortable. He hasn't ordered anything-

edited 17th Jun '13 12:50:14 PM by Randomman5

-David reaches up and scratches as his right eye-

- Augmented Reality Interface activated.-

-David then uses his AR interface to try and find out just who these people are-

-whether it succeeds or not is up to you players-

edited 17th Jun '13 12:50:36 PM by Chilifro

-The Animu idiot continues staring at his centerfold for a minute or two, then closes it, whispers to the bartender, and has a free drink sent to the dragon girl-

-The scan on him shows way more "???" than actual answers...although his latest, er, "movie rentals" are very, very much on display here-

edited 17th Jun '13 12:51:33 PM by Raidouthe21st

-In the back of the bar, sit a young man with a hoodie. He keeping to the shadow, on his lap is a note book. He idle sketching the the people at the bar-

~an unusualyl tall, grey-skinned guy◊ is standing at the bar, with a Bedsheet-Toga wrapped around his shoulders, a broken chain wrapped around his ankles, and his hand wrapped around a glass with sulfuric acid~

~of course, anybody knowledgable about mythology and religion might likely instantly recognize him, but others... not so much~

edited 17th Jun '13 12:51:55 PM by LeChuck4

-The scan shows that he's taken some classes on swordplay and marksmanship with pistols. Very little else is shown about him.-

-Being Military, the scan shows a lot about him. The main thing is that his name is James O'Neill-

-A demon◊ carrying a large sword on his back is looking around the bar, occasionally stopping to have a drink. He views the others more with curiosity than concern. A scan wouldn't show much information, except that he is an esper.-

edited 17th Jun '13 12:57:03 PM by HilarityEnsues

-The scan shows that this guy's a total John Doe, with no official identification. However, he is known for using magic without an identifiable power source-