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Post by Deals with dragons on Apr 17, 2018 15:17:43 GMT
Tag watches th man excuse himself from the table [wow, rude]. She takes a second to absorb the situation. [he's afraid of something... Us? No, we're certainly not scary enough. On top of that, he's been a bit shaken since before I sat down so it's not numbers.] tag takes a look over her shoulder watching the two toughs entering, looking for trouble. [why would a guy like that be afraid of a couple of street thugs unless...] Tag takes a second to appraise these newcomers. oV7gw9JT1-61-61-61-61-61-61-61-61-6 Hits: 6(!) [Waaaaait a second, I know that beta... Tall, a bit of cyber, signature tatoo. I don't recogise the others but they're obviously professional not just gangers... Shadowrunners. Valk what are you doing here...] OOC: Stop me if this is a bit too out there, but for 6 hits... Tag holds her ground, staring over at the old runner, waiting for her to make a move. Knowing Valk, she's here to bring this place down from the inside out.
[time to make a bad decision, but... I don't want Hija getting too badly hurt] Tag unzips her jacket and turns it inside out. She undoes some velcro and slides out some armored inserts. Tag slides the insets over to Hija Tag: "here, put these in your clothes, it'll be uncomfortable, but it's better than nothing if something does happen." OOC: count this as the 3 armor from my augmented personal armor I'm assuming I can do this since it makes sense.1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6·1-6
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Post by Admin on Apr 17, 2018 19:54:04 GMT
OOC: Note minor change to previous post. Xink is still in his office, past the lounge, the lounge door is closed. Hija Tag , is your face covered at all?
The newcomers come quickly through the door, the man hops over the bar and in mid leap draws a taser. It's planted it in the bartender's neck before both of the new guy's feet are on the floor. After a few convulsions the bartender folds like a boneless chicken. Jumping guy then grabs a bottle from behind the bar that appears to be real grain whiskey and starts to pour himself a drink, while continuing to scan the room. He moves fast enough that he has to be augmented.
The woman stays by the door, and unslings a very clean looking SMG with a surpressor. Etched on the side of the gun: "Poor Impulse Control" in a curly cursive script. Her finger isn't on the trigger yet, but the gun is held very comfortably in her hands. The gun is pointed at the ground about ten feet in front of her. She looks like she is about to say something, then stops. She rolls her eyes and shouts at Cochise: "Could you unplug that fucking jukebox?"
Hija Tag realizes that if Valk is here, that van outside likely has some significant ordinance.
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Post by Random Task on Apr 18, 2018 3:47:38 GMT
"I kinda like this Johnny Cash number, I'll not be unplugging anything lady."
Cochise ducks down and puts the jukebox between himself, bar boy and the woman at the door, while unholstering the shotgun.
"Just what in the sam hill do you think you're doing in here, anyway? Quite the goldanged entrance," he yells out.
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Post by Admin on Apr 18, 2018 15:14:33 GMT
SMG woman shrugs, and shouts over the blaring jukebox again: "Look buddy, I just wanted to have a civil conversation here, but if you want we can go loud*."
She jostles her gun slightly, and takes half a backwards step towards the exit.
OOC: *Start shooting.
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Post by Deals with dragons on Apr 18, 2018 16:57:30 GMT
[oh boy, exactly what I needed] Tag whispers to Hija, "Stay down, I'll see what I can do." Tag makes a show of standing up, trying to make as much noise with the chair as possible. It seems to do the trick as Tag becomes the center of attention. She turn to face Valk who's momentarily distracted. Tag: "There are less destructive ways to turn off a jukebox you know. Also it's good to know that your temper hasn't improved since UCAS." Tag pulls her bandana down to her neck, revealing her near perfect features. Angular and feminine, almost look out of place accompanied by her more rugged clothing. Her smirk is obvious, almost mocking Valk for her short temper. It's pretty obvious that's she's not beta, she looks like she belongs in a painting, not a dive bar in the middle of a slum. Tag: "Cochise, would you be so kind as to hold your fire while we have a quick chat?" Tag takes a few steps towards Valk and her crew, she looks practically unphased while staring them down. Tag: "So, I'm sure you're wondering why I'm here, but I would ask what you're doing running with these schmucks."
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Post by Random Task on Apr 18, 2018 17:47:17 GMT
Cochise unplugs the jukebox.
“Well, alright, alright, alright, if all y’all want to do is talk, why dincha’ just say so instead comin’ in here tasers ablazin’ and guns a totin’?
Now why don’t you put up your guns real slow like, and I’ll stand up outta heah real slow like? We can be all civilized and such and go to parley. “
Cochise is still hunkered down with the shotgun out, jukebox unplugged.
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Post by Admin on Apr 18, 2018 17:51:29 GMT
Valk looks momentarily phased, keeps an eye on Cochise, and asks Tag: "'Sup Tagalong? Still sweat Chanel Number 5? Please tell me you don't work for Faulk."
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Quhzk
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Alex "Snitch" Putnam
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Post by Quhzk on Apr 18, 2018 18:01:47 GMT
With his ear against the door, Snitch tries to listen in on the situation happening at the bar.
[Am I just being paranoid? It got quiet and theres some talking, can't really make it out but it doesn't sound too tense out there... Hope this blows over, if some action starts going down in there I should try to clear the doorway...]
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Post by Deals with dragons on Apr 18, 2018 18:44:49 GMT
Tag: "Well... I don't work for him directly. Just picking up. Oh, and..." Tag reaches into her bag...
Valk "Aaa aaa! TWO FINGERS. Slowly."
....Tag rolls her eyes as she pulls out an SMG that looks like Valks except for the inscription which reads 'Witness Protection' she laughs slightly.
Tag: "I still have it" She puts it back in her bag, and walks a bit closer to Valk Tag: "So, should we do introductions, or are you on a time crunch?" Not waiting for a response, Tag gestures behind her to Hija Tag: "That's, well, she prefers to remain unnamed, but let's just say she's my tag along. And a resourceful one at that." She then gestures to Cochise Tag: "That's Cochise, quiet but seems sociable, also he's definitely dangerous, but eh, runs in the buisness." Tag gestures to Rhys who's currently staring forwards, gripping his glass a little too hard. Tag: "That guys Rhys, says he's being paid to keep tabs on me, interesting guy..." She then gestures to the bathroom. Tag: "Some weird guy who seems to have a particular interest in the girl is hiding out in there, don't know his deal."
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Post by Random Task on Apr 19, 2018 3:01:03 GMT
“Hey lady, what the dreck is going on out there?”
“Am I missing the ice cream social? Have we passed out name tags yet?”
“Can ya put your Little Friend away? I got my own Little Friend”
Cochise gives his shotgun an audible pump and takes a nervous glance around the jukebox at the guy at the bar, who seems to have dropped behind it after finishing his drink. Probably.
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Post by Deals with dragons on Apr 19, 2018 5:48:22 GMT
Tag turns her head to face the Jukebox and chuckles slightly Tag: "Calm down Cochise, nobody is going to get shot!" OOC: This is almost definitely the first time Cochise has seen Tags face. Hija might have seen it before though maybe not in real life. if that's the case, let's just say that the pictures don't do it justice. Tag: "You can trust Valk, she's nicer than she lets on."
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Post by prissyprincesscyan on Apr 19, 2018 15:21:05 GMT
Hija watched Snitch stand and scurry off over to the toilets like a whipped dog. It seemed that the combined presence of Hija and Tag, and possibly the two people entering the bar, were too intimidating for the man to cope with.
[Guess you’re not as scary when your victim isn’t on their own. Its odd that he wants to be included on his comm though.]
With her chin on the table Hija let out a soft sigh and opened up a call to the bathroom dweller’s commlink, she let it blast static for a while before she turned off the white noise generator and allowed him to hear what was going on in the room. Hija looked up at Tag, wanting to say something witty or cool about her scaring Snitch off but the runner was clearly busy, she was studying the newcomers that everyone seemed to be fretting over. There was a small flash of realisation on her otherwise calm demeanour and Tag quickly took off her jacket.
Tag: "Here, put these in your clothes, it'll be uncomfortable, but it's better than nothing if something does happen."
Hija once again stared wide eyed at the gift Tag had presented her. She wanted to thank Tag but all Hija could utter was a small “Uh-uh huh” before she finally slipped off her chair and onto the grimy floor beneath the table. Hija felt her face burn as she slipped the armour inserts over her t-shirt.
[This is kinda like wearing her clothes,… Isn’t it. But Tag asked me, no told me to do it. So its okay right? I wonder if she’ll let me keep them or even just one, that’ll be wiz. But why? Why is everyone scared of these guys?]
The inserts were clearly made for someone a tad taller and far more filled out than Hija’s skinny self. Pulling her hoodie back on she managed to cover most of the unshapely bulk but as Tag haad said it was rather uncomfortable. Hija glanced towards Cochise taking cover up against the wall. He appeared as much of a vejestorio as Snitch though for sure a lot rougher and grittier than the skin changing chameleon. Perhaps he simply cared less about his appearance than Snitch. Regardless it seemed all three of them were regarding the newcomer with overt caution. Justification for this behaviour came as one of the newcomers leapt over the bar and tazed the bartender into unconsciousness and the other swaggered about as if she owned the place. From her position Hija could see the elongated barrel of her weapon as it pointed towards the floor.
Taking Tag’s advice and staying under the table Hija pinged her serpentine companion, though his attention was likely already drawn to the current situation. While Tag negoiated and things entered into a stand off Hija scanned the room of mostly people feet and legs too see how the other fifteen odd patrons of the bar were reacting to this sudden entrance and subsequent assault on the bar’s staff. She was hoping for some kind of reaction because anything less would mean this kind of thing was normal and that unnerved her.
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Post by Admin on Apr 19, 2018 19:33:01 GMT
Valk mumbles something, perhaps into a jaw-implanted subvocal microphone, then speaks aloud: "Okay then, since we are all behaving so bloody nice to each other, Hija, you and your crew gets one chance to leave here, right now, out the front door. Sound good? I have business here with Faulk's man, not you."
Qu37z4lc047l to hija: "We are now longer alone here, another dances on the quantum waves with us, they ride along a path provided by She Who Does Not Control Impulses, and yet strangely seems to be doing so right now."
A small speaker above the door to the lounge squeeks out in a very tin-y voice that you recognize as Xink's: "If it's Faulk's man you want, that's me, come join me in the lounge, I'll poor you something better than that whiskey you're stealing."
The door to the lounge clicks, and opens just an inch - someone must have turned off the neon that was inside, because it is pitch black in there now.
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Post by Random Task on Apr 19, 2018 21:50:08 GMT
"All right. Nothing to do with us. The way I like it."
Cochise slowly stands with shotgun pointed at the ceiling, making eye contact with Valk and watching the yahoo at the bar. Cochise quickly moves towards the table where Hija and Tag are, away from the lounge door. He adjusts his porkpie hat which had gotten a little askew because of all the excitement. Cochise covers the lounge door with his shotgun.
"Hope y'all like gators, I could use me some new boots"
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Post by Deals with dragons on Apr 20, 2018 2:58:36 GMT
Tag is a little taken aback by Valks hostile tone, and pauses momentarily before saying Tag: "Alright, we'll be on our way. Oh, and watch out for the crocs, they seemed rather mean." She turns and walks back to Hija. She pokes her head under the table and flashes a smile, taking on a calm tone Tag: "Alright, time to go, I'm not leaving until you're out the door Okay?" She stands back up, putting the bandana over her mouth again. Tag: "Alright Rhys, Cochise, and..." She walks to the male bathroom and knocks, Tag: "You, I suggest we get out of here now." [Ah, I almost forgot!] Tag quickly walks over to the bar and hops over. She gives a quick upwards nod to the shadowrunner currently hiding behind it, who just watches her. She quickly scans the shelf before grabbing Rhys' commlink. She slips it into her pocket and vaults the bar again before waiting for Hija to start moving. Tag: " Alright Valk, we're on our way out. Try not to die, it'd be a shame for someone like you to kick it in a dive like this."
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