A tall, slightly-silver tinged elf comes in, dressed in a midlly shabby suit, and looks around to hope nobody noticed his suitcase, then relaxes on a chair, before noticing the elf there. Thinking to himself "Oh shit oh shit" he slinks down just a touch in the hopes he's not from the Tir realms, or any other place with lots of elves on it. He does NOT want to have to do that again.
Maybe Yuki can help him later...
"Did you expect somebody else?"A small boy was currently waiting in here, there was nothing really remarkable about his other than his arms which were clearly prosthetic. He was here often, hoping to get some small errand to run. Also the coffee was good and affordable. At the moment he just looked around, searching for somebody who might would need his services as errand boy or the like.
"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"Burgwall is drinking tea - tea prepared, some would say, completely wrong. Of course, in his opinion, those people never had the pleasure to learn how to make good tea bad enough that it reminded the poor of home.
He put his cup down, beginning to clean the ridges on his right horn with practiced motions. Wish there were there any news or job for an old crook like me. Been having kind of a slow month at the moment.", he thinks to himself, beginning to sip the tea again.
Hans called back behind the counter with a spit of rapid-fire German, and shortly thereafter, a cup of chocolate expresso was produced, which he handed to Solly. He thumbed his finger towards the younger elf, speaking with a heavy German accent. "Talk to her, wanted something stolen from some corp."
He poured himself some tea, before looking up at Sean. "Munich, why do you care?"
All are significantly abnormal in a normal world... All are significantly normal in an abnormal world.Sergey looked how much money he currently had... as usual the amount was small - mildly spoken. But, considering it could take a while longer he went over to the counter and ordered coffee with some cocoa poured in. As he did so he overheard something about someone wanting to get something stolen, now, stealing was not really his forte by any stretch of the imagination, but when times atre rough... well, so would you have to be. So as he sat down nearby he tried to overhear more of the conversation.
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"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"Sean offers a soft smile to the older elf.
"Well, you know the Tir realm? They want my head. So let's say while my... card is sorted, I'm gonna be... running about. So, do you know any jobs that might need doing... Mister Johnson? I'll need a rest, but I'm sure that if the Princess doesn't mind it, I'll have some people on hand."
"Did you expect somebody else?"Hans nodded back to Solly, before looking back to Seam, shrugging. "I see anything, I'll send it your way." He paused for a short while. "And it's Hans. I'm a fixer, not a Johnson." He raised an eyebrow at a kid ordering coffee, but his nuyen was good, and Sergey got his coffee.
The Elven woman looked up, a bit startled, at Solly. "Oh!, erm, yes. Yes please."
The Ork shook his head in disgust, before shouting a string of profanities into his commlink, before realizing whoever he was talking to had hung up. Hans gave him a cold stare. The Ork bowed his head, not meeting Hans' glare. The Ork strode out of the shop, still clearly annoyed with whatever had happened.
All are significantly abnormal in a normal world... All are significantly normal in an abnormal world.Sergey gave a thankful nod as he took the coffee. He started drinking it, internally thanking that there was enough cocoa in it. As he slowly drank the coffee he continued to listen to the nearby talk, although outwardly not much seemed to indicate this as he seemed to only care for his coffee right now.
"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives""So," Solly said as he sat down, "You can call me the Fisherman because I'm a follower of the Waters and Those That Dwell Within. I assume you're trying to assemble a team for...acquiring something? I can help you there too. I know at least one other person here that's looking for work."
Trump delenda estThe elven woman cocked her head to the side, then nodded vigorously. Looking over her, she's wearing a long, sleeved dress, though not a particularly fancy one. On her left hand, she has a silver-brushed ring, though the base metal is obviously not silver, as can be seen from some wearing. The ring itself is a western dragon in the classic Wyrm Ouroboros, with a small sapphire as the dragon's eye. She brushed her hair back behind her ears, and adjusted her glasses. "Right, um, I'm Ki-" She cuts herself off and winces in pain. "Ms. Tanaka. And, uhm, yes, I need something stolen. An artifact. From Aztechnology."
She paused before speaking again. "Well, uhm, Aztechnology doesn't actually have the artifact, not yet. A small team is delivering it to them. Two days from now. I have the rendezvous location. It's currently either in storage or under armed guard being transported. So, uhm, sooner would probably be better than later."
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For one reason or another, all of you are in the Seattle Metroplex, in a small tea and coffee store owned by a well-connected local fixer, and one of the few that actually serves real tea and coffee, probably looking for a job, or for information,. It consists of an area in the front with a few tables to sit at, and a number of couches to sit on, should that be more your fancy. In a corridor off to the side is a number of booths with many privacy-guaranteeing methods, in astral, cyber, and meatspace. The only patrons right now are a young-looking Japanese elven woman, who occasionally cocks her head and talks to what looks like nobody in particular, and an ork in a business suit, engaged in a hushed conversation on his commlink.
The shopkeep is a man named Hans Braklaw. An old, elven man, in his 70s. Has a long, but neatly trimmed grey beard, and grey hair pulled back in a ponytail. Formerly a member of a Firewatch team, he left after the Chicago Incident. Went on to become a shadowrunner, was moderately successful. Managed to make it to retirement, where he went on to become a fixer. His shop is an avowed neutral ground - nobody starts anything there. Corp, ‘runner, nobody. Not unless they like being riddled with bullets. There's an anecdote - which is probably just that, probably, that he managed to take down an entire Renraku Red Samurai kill-team by himself.
It's evening, and outside it's raining. The street is lined with shops, and fairly busy. A couple patrols of rent-a-cops, but there's enough variety in people that they won't stop anyone for not fitting "the mold," mainly because, well, there really isn't one.
The stage is set, and now, the players must act.
All are significantly abnormal in a normal world... All are significantly normal in an abnormal world.