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Title: Shadowrun - Slivers of Light
Post by: Maxx on: (http://www.intercom.net/user/logan1/images/sr8.gif)

WELCOME TO THE SPRAWL CHUMMER.

It's Seattle in the 2050s and I must say the old girl has looked better. Buildings are stained by the acid rain. Huge sections of the city have given way to slums. Nobody in their right mind goes to Puyallup or Redmond unless they are looking for trouble or trying to disappear.

They won't let you into other sections of the city unless you've got the right credentials. And above it all, the corporations look down, benevolent dictators that are trying to squeeze every single drop of value from what lies beneath their grasp. Their greatest asset and their greatest vulnerability are one and the same.

Those who run in the shadows control that last sliver of power. The corporations hate it but they can't live without it. The shadows are too useful to be ignored or destroyed. There is money to be made as well as fame. Just don't get too famous or somebody will be making their next score over your dead body.

It's not just the megacorps that play in the shadows either. Whoever said 'Crime doesn't pay' was doing it wrong because a lot of people have made their fortunes breaking the law. Another groups has wound up dead trying, because it is a dog eat dog world and there are a lot of big dogs scrapping it up for the juiciest bones and big dogs don't really worry about the little dogs they step on. The Italian Mafia is the old guard, maintaining a slippery grip on the top spot while the Russian, Japanese and Korean mobs fight it out with the Triads, the Tongs and the Jamaican posses to see who gets second place and the shot at the big chair.

It's a great place to make a killing. It's a better place to get killed.

Welcome to the shadows, chummer. Make the most of that sliver of luck that separates you from the masses.

LET THE GAMES BEGIN
Title: Re: Shadowrun - Slivers of Light
Post by: Maxx on: 10:55 a.m. Seattle - Chester's

It was raining hard enough to drive all but the most determined off the streets. Traffic had slowed to a crawl as wipers fought valiantly to keep windshields clear. It wasn't a day to be out and about unless you needed to be and there were always a few of those.

I'm cutting this close. I didn't leave quite enough time. Good thing I have an ace up my sleeve...

A purple Chrysler LeBeouf pulled in to the curb in front of a small sports bar. The sign proclaimed in loud neon that the bar was called CHESTER'S. There was actually a Chester and he was standing behind the bar cleaning a glass. He nodded, and looked towards a door at the back of the bar. If he had any concerns about his newest customer's attire, he kept it to himself.

Nodding, the driver didn't hesitate in heading back in to the meeting room. The clock above the door had both hands in the eleven.

Only five minutes to prepare. Not much time. I'll have to wing most of this. If all else fails, I can always brain lock them into thinking this was the most professional meet they've ever attended.

"Rocky, you're the doorman. Once they're all in, you make sure nobody else enters. Or leaves until I say so, for that matter. Ariel, you stay by me. You're my bodyguard for this." Anyone in the room might have thought he was talking over a radio but that wasn't the case. There was a shimmer in air around him, one that was only visible if you knew what to look for or were astrally perceiving. Those who could perform that feat of magical voyeurism would have seen that the young man was in actuality a street mage of considerable power.

He didn't look like it.

He couldn't have been much past twenty. He had Hispanic blood, that much was evident from his thick wavy hair and full lips. Brown eyes like liquid pools seemed to see everything. He presented an air of utter confidence. He was boldly wearing his gang colours, a black leather jacket dripping with shuriken. There was a large straight razor logo embroidered on the back of the jacket that declared in white letters for all to see that he was one of the Razors.

Truth be told, he was the Razor. Bloodsong ruled the gang. He even had sway over a second gang, headed by someone who's loyalty was without question. The Ice Picks they were called, named because they were hand picked by Ice, another mage but one as different from Bloodsong as it was possible to get. Ice earned her name from her icy cool, a frozen nature that would allow her to kill you without ever letting you know her intentions. With Bloodsong, you knew exactly where you stood but that didn't mean you would be any less dead.

Bloodsong didn't try to hide who he was. His shuriken festooned jacket was as much of a trademark as his car. He was well known as the man to go to if you needed something special when it came to cars or getting your hands on less than legal customization. Making yourself hard to find hurt business. It had its downsides but he was more than capable of handling any complications that arose.

He was also known as a man who had an inside track with certain members of the Yakuza. How he knew them or where his connections led weren't entirely clear but he was known to many honourable men of business as a reliable asset and one not to be expended lightly.
Title: Re: Shadowrun - Slivers of Light
Post by: Darkflame on: 10:57 a.m. Seattle - Chester's

Hisoka scowled at the rain coating the windshield of the small sedan. It figured that it would be this kind of day. Not that there were many other kinds of days in Seattle. The view of the neon sign wavered as the wipers shut down. A deep breath, a flip of a hood attached to a trench like jacket, and a rush from the car to the bar's front door.

Even that small amount of time left a feeling of being waterlogged, sending a shiver down the spine. Hisoka shed the jacket quickly, giving it a deft flick and cautiously folding it to keep from getting even more wet.

Gold colored eyes slid over the bar. A few minutes early, noted by the clock. Still, no sign of others... except for the wet footprints, that is. A glance at the bartender yielded direction, leaving a sense of wonder at how he knew, and Hisoka started toward the meeting room.
Title: Re: Shadowrun - Slivers of Light
Post by: Maxx on: 10:57 a.m. Seattle - Chester's
'Mr Johnson'

Some one had arrived. The fact that the elf knew where to go without asking Chester showed keen observational skills. It was unexpected but welcome, given their task. Bloodsong slipped back into his body, so that he would be able to properly welcome the elf.

He didn't want to be out of his body when any of them arrived but he kept his astral vision active, so he could keep an eye on the auras of the people he was going to hire. What was the point in having an ace in the hole if it wasn't in play? He'd take any advantage, in any circumstance. It was how he'd reached the point he was in life.
Title: Re: Shadowrun - Slivers of Light
Post by: Darkflame on: 10:58 a.m. Seattle - Chester's

A soft knock on the door before entering. Manners are important. They can also be a good way to not get shot. Pause in the doorway, get a good look at the room, and the man in it. Hispanic decent, a touch on the pretty side. Confident. Hisoka liked that.

Hisoka was wearing jeans today. Bad weather meant boots. Top was loose, a button up colored dove grey. It looked good with the lavender colored hair sweeping loosely across the shoulders. It also did a good job of hiding the throwing knives- four in the back, four in the front, all along the waistline and angled for easy draw. But bringing a knife to a gun fight was foolish- the gun was in the jacket that was carefully folded over an arm.

Soft lips curled into a smile. This might turn out to be a good day after all.
Title: Re: Shadowrun - Slivers of Light
Post by: Maxx on: 10:57 a.m. Seattle - Chester's
'Mr Johnson'

The elf certainly had a different appearance in the flesh. Many things could be told by an astral mage; colours weren't on that list. The level of perception between using astral sight and using meat eyes was startling. Weapons could not be detected but cyberware could, even if it was concealed Delta grade. The elf was cybered but if he was armed, they were small and concealable. Bloodsong was mildly annoyed that he couldn't spot any of them. It didn't help that the elf's clothing was loose and baggy, intended to allow free movement and increase concealability.

"Take a seat," Bloodsong said. "Hopefully you aren't the only one who decided it was worth braving the weather to come see what all the fuss is about."
Title: Re: Shadowrun - Slivers of Light
Post by: Darkflame on: 10:58 a.m. Seattle - Chester's

Hisoka nodded once and slid over to one of the chairs where the door would be in sight. Never put your back to a door or window. Common sense, really, or it should be. Apparently this was Mr Johnson. Could just as easily have not been. Either way, the feeling was mutual. Hopefully another would show, depending of course on what 'the fuss' is about.