Shadowrun the search for the unknown

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OOC: Kiahra is a woodland elf with magic and modern day magic to boot she heals and she kicks ass.. Her choice of weapon anything metal she perfers swords but will us explosives if she has too.



Kiahra:


Kiahra sitting at the bar with her friend deago the wolf.. Drinking her ale.Waiting for her next assingment... She new she need to find a new group.. Her last group got blown up..

She smirked to her self.. What to do might as well wait she will know her team when it comes...
 
(OOC:what the hell, might as well have 2 shadowrun threads, and thanks for the idea NSW)



[[Johan, elf Samurai,cybered to much his body hums]]

I walk into the bar,looking around and spot another elf playing with a dog. putting her out of my mind, I flex my wrist and the 12 inches of steel blade in my right forearm snaps out with a quick click as I grab a stone and begin sharpening it.
 
soryan

well i might aswell join this one aswell.

soryan
elf
mage
weapon of choice, kitana,or a 45(prefers the kitana.)
clothin, hooded robe concealing his sword and staff
eyes, one is a sky blue and the other is glass but blue glass.
ic:as i walk in to the bar there sits another elf with her dog and i come up to sit next to her."hello, wonderfully mucky world today,dont you think." i asked as my glass eye gleamed
 
Kaitlin

"200?! You said 100nuyen," she exclaimed. "Hell, it's always been 100."
The tech fidgeted nervously as she stared at him. Goddamnit what was it about cyberenhanced eyes that always made him nervous. "P-prices go up. I've got mouths to fee-"
Kaitlin poked him in the chest. "The only mouth you have to feed is your own, Buddy." She pulled back just enough to give him his personal space back. "And we agreed on 100. Now I want my fucking VCR or I'll have baby wash your windows, comprende?"
Buddy glanced nervously toward the dirty, bar covered window at the front of his shop. The squat body of the drone hovered just outside, silenced rotors keeping it aloft, twin LMG barrels aimed straight into his shop.
"Ok, ok," he waved hastely. "100nuyen."

Kait nodded as he brought the vehicle control rig from below the counter and set it in front of her. She reached for it and he placed a protective hand over it.
"100nuyen."
"I'm not an idiot, Buddy." She glared at him. "I'm running checks before you get a goddamn thing."
He acquiesced as Kaitlin pulled it toward her and pulled out the jack cable. Glancing at him briefly she put the jack against her temple, locking it in place, and sent the turn-on signal.
Buddy watched the handful of lights and readouts on the VCR, knowing the majority of test feedback was being sent directly to the rigger's brain. She looked up at him and nodded, then tossed him the nuyen.
"Pleasure doing business, Buddy." She grinned mischievously. "If you honestly want to keep my business you won't try to fucking jack me again. Save that for the newbies."
The tech jumped as the scream of an internal combustion engine echoed through the shop. Kaitlin flashed him a grin as she turned and sauntered out the door to her waiting bike.

The wind caressed her alloy skin, her heart pumped with 3000cc's of pure power as she wove the BMW Blitzen through the thin traffic. Baby dove and weaved a hundred yards ahead, keeping watch over Kaitlin's path as the rigger sped through the streets.
A hundred nuyen, she mused. Good thing he didn't push two hundred, cause she didn't have it. An impulse from her brain through the jack in her temple revved the Blitzen's engine and sent her speeding down a long stretch of abandoned street.
It was time to find a job.

"Circle high, Baby." The drone dipped briefly in acknowledgment and started its slow, silent patrol around the bar. Thermal and light enhanced sensors scanned the area, onboard computers tracked the occasional pedestrian or vehicle. Kaitlin disconnected the bike's jack from her temple and wound it back to it's storage. It was the same every time, like a lover's touch withdrawn as her connection with the bike was broken. She dismissed it immediately. Patting the comfortable weight of her Ares Predator slung at her hip beneath her coat, she took the three steps to the door.

The bar was dark, shadows permeated the corners, hiding those who wished to be hid, revealing just enough of those who wanted to be seen. Her low-light mods kicked in, pushing back the shadows. Kaitlin released the door to close behind her as she headed straight for the bar.
"Kait," the bartender acknowledge her with a bottle and a questioning glance.
She nodded, "got anything a girl might be interested in?"
"Not much action 'round here lately," his eyes flicked quickly to the elf and her wolf companion. "Never know though, might want to stick around a while."
Kailin nodded and blew him a kiss. Tilting her beer back she found a nearby stool and plopped down to wait and see what happened.

Kaitlin
Human Rigger
26 years old
Pale skin and brown hair
Eyes are the glittering silver of Cyber enhancement
Leather pants and boots
Knee length brown leather jacket covered in zippered pockets
Skintight Leather gloves with smartlink pads
 
Robert Sith:

A tall slim man walks in, he is shaved bald, a tattoo covers most of his scalp and trails down the back of his neck, and disapears under his long trench coat. It is the head of a viper, fangs bared, head flared. He peired about the smokey room. His eyes beads of dark intent.
 
(OOC: Don't worry, I'll connect with you guys eventually, but Lethe has his own substory, so I'll start off different)


The call-chime sounded. Lethe groaned and stirred. His small, coffin-like room seemed, as always oppressive to his eyes, used to the rooms up in the...

Bitterness cut loose that thread of thought and instead he bent to his vidphone and touched a button.

Kama's image sprung from the monitor, glowing strange patterns on Lethe's pale face.

'Where were you yesterday, Lethe?', she began without preamble: 'You were supposed to pick me up'

Her voice rasped with stress

Lethe sighed: 'Someone stole my bike. I just left it running for five seconds while I got a packet of nics on my way to meet up with you... I couldn't believe how fast that guy was'

'You're always on time, Lethe', said Kama dully

Lethe leaned closer to her image. His forehead wrinkled with concern: 'What happened? Did the deal with Montion go okay?'

Kama drew a ragged breath: 'The deal went fine. He made no trouble, he knew the pass the Razor Cats gave me. He gave me the money.... oh, Lethe, we're such fuckin' amateurs!
'I waited for you. I waited a half a fragging hour, then I took the monorail. I couldn't just stand there with the money. Lone Star was already eyeing me after I'd stood there a while, the heat was too great. You gotta understand, Lethe!'

'Sure', said Lethe soothingly

'Sure enough, two of the cops followed me on to the train. I was cool, real... professional. I got off at the first stop, some downtown slum, and dumped the plastic bag with the Nuyen in a garbage heap. Some old junkie sitting there, a bunch of Lone Star on my tail. What the drek was I supposed to do?
'I spent an hour in that dump before coming back to the monorail station. Lethe... the junkie and the fragging money was gone! The bastard ripped us off'

The world, bound tight by sealed plastic walls, seemed to sway around Lethe.

'If we don't have that money by twelve, the Razor Cats are gonna...', he breathed

'Geek us', whispered Kama, 'I've seen what the Razor Cats do to couriers who try and cheat them'

Lethe glanced at his watch. Eight o'clock. They had four hours to come up with half a million nuyen.

'Frag it, Lethe. One of those Renraku service points is just across from me. Those places make millions!'

Lethe heard, across the phoneline, the click of a pistol being set

'Kama, no! Renraku security will fry you alive. Wait for me! We'll get the money back somehow, some other way!'

There was a click. The line went dead and Kama's image vanished.

Lethe stared at the monitor for a long heartbeat. With a kind of surprise, he noticed that his hands were shaking. Kama's words came back to him. We're such fucking amateurs.

To calm his nerves, he grabbed a nic from the pack by his bed and lit the pale cylinder. Inhaling slowly, he thought his way through the options.

There was only one left. And he hated the thought.

While Lethe thought, he fumbled on his leather jacket and shades, another attempt at restoring calm. The clothes were a symbol, a sort of challenge to the world. The way a shadowrunner dressed...

He ran a hand through his short, spiky dark hair and considered himself in the mirror the vidphone monitor reverted to when not in use. Then he dialed his father's number

Alice, his father's secretary answered, with her usual cool practicality

'Talbot Industries, how may we help you?'

'Alice, it's me'

At the sound of his voice, his father immedietely picked up. Lethe wondered if he covertly screened all calls. Daniel Talbot's voice was neutral:

'So. It's you, Leon'

'I call myself Lethe now, Dad', said Lethe

The first cracks of rage appeared in his father's voice: 'You call yourself Lethe', he mimicked. 'You leave your family, leave your father, leave the worship of the one true God to practise your obscene craft, and you call yourself Lethe'

'It's the River of Lost Memory in Hades', said Lethe bitterly. He needed to be polite, but bitterness always crept in when he talked to his father

'A classical education', said Daniel Talbot dryly

'Dad, I know you don't like what I do, my powers, but I didn't choose them. The Art... it's a calling. You can't understand'

'It is a temptation sent by Satan', said his father coldly, 'Your mother still prays for your soul, you know, Leon. Yours and Kama's'

'Kama can't do magic'

'But she still followed you down into the shadows, out of the light of the corporations and God. How are you liking things down there... Runner?'

'Dad please... we both know why I did what I did and Kama followed me because she loved me. You always liked Kama... you wanted me to marry her before I... found the Art'

So strange that. Before that, Kama had just been another corp-brat, a girl he went clubbing with and flirted with. His parents nudged him in the direction of marriage with her but he'd never payed them much heed. But when his crime of nature was discovered... Kama had followed him

'I thought Kama had more sense. If she wanted to marry you, and Heaven knows why she should, she should have stayed in the corps. We all knew you'd come whining back within a year after a taste of life in the shadows'

'Then if not for me, for Kama! We're in trouble, Dad'

Daniel Talbot's satisfaction emanated from his face but his voice was perfectly under control as he asked:

'What happened?'

'We've been trying to get work as couriers. A gang called the Razor Cats have started employing us, giving us small data-runs and nuyen to ferry. Yesterday, they gave us our biggest job yet, a test of our trustworthiness. Dad... we lost half a million nuyen. The Razor Cats will tear us apart unless you...'

Somehow he couldn't finish the plea for aid

He didn't need to

'So, you want Rich Suit Daddy to fork up, do you? Well, you're my son, Leon, despite your filthy craft, and I'll help you... but there's a price. For getting you and Kama out of this mess, you will both promise to return to the corp towers... and you, Leon, will give up your 'art' like a God-fearing boy and go back to the ways of light'

The image disappeared. Lethe reached out with his mind and hurled the vidphone across the room in impotent fury.

To give up my Art... or to get Kama and I killed...

He didn't know it, but as Lethe left the building, beads of sweat trickled down his forehead
 
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Kiahra:

She watches the people come into the tavern...She smiles she knows when some of the people our searching for action..

Kiahra tells the waitress to tell Kelly that if he sees people that want action to send them to me...she said"

Also give me a vodka tonic I'll need it with this next group she sighs'


OCC kelly is the bar tender
 
sorian

hearing her tell the bartender that she is looking for ppl i walk up to her,sitting down "i might be of some use may i help" i said as i sat down
 
Kaitlin

Kaitlin winks at Kelly as she rises to join the elves where they sit. Flashing a brief smile at each, she motions towards an empty seat, taking it as the female elf nods.
"Did I hear something about action?"
 
Robert Sith:

Locking eyes upon the man he was sent here for, Sith strode over to him, looked him dead in the eyes, whipped out a shot gun, and fired it directly into the mans face. The bar went silent, Sith took out a rag and wiped blood and gore from his brow, turned to face the rest of the bar, hoisting his shot gun for all to see. Looking back for a moment, he announced. "He didn't pay his cab fair!"
 
Lethe:

The Talbot Tower loomed on the horizon as Lethe paced through the streets towards it. The Tower; fortress, high-tech playground and prison. He had spent twenty of his twenty-one years of life in the Tower.

The residential door was just a faceless slab, but Lethe easily slid it aside by placing the tips of his fingers above the middle. Recognising his fingerprints scan, the door slid noislessly open into a large foyer.

The security guard on duty near the middle of the room blinked as Lethe entered, then a grin spread across his mild, porcine face

‘Leon’

Lethe smiled: ‘It’s good to see you, Warner’

Warner laughed: ‘Here to see your dad? Tell me, how is life on the streets?’

Lethe flinched at the question and Warner tactfully did not press it. Instead he led Lethe across the hall and into a lift.

Lethe leant against the wall of the elevator. His body was rigid with tension. Warner, sensing his mood, did not attempt any further conversation. The liftdoors slid open on to silence.

Lethe hastily strode out and moved downwards down the corridor to his father’s office, Warner following him. Alice looked up as they came in and waved them towards where Daniel Talbot sat. On the desk in front of him was a small steel briefcase.

‘Five hundred thousand nuyen, Leon. Aren’t I a loving father?’

‘Dad, please don’t make this more difficult for me than it already is’

‘More difficult?’, inquired Daniel Talbot; ‘It won’t be difficult at all, Leon’

‘What do you mean?’, asked Lethe warily

‘I have contacts in the Defence Department. They’ve been telling me about a new operation they have, a way of neutralising dangerous, evil powers like yours. It’s a very simple operation that they’ve already tried out on several convicted criminals. Of course, we’ll have to get you a datajack first… but after that, it’s as simple as sliding a chip in, pressing a few buttons… and no more magic. No more temptation’

His father smiled: ‘Welcome to the wonderful world of modern technology, Leon’

Lethe’s scream was like an explosive force: ‘NO!’

To be crippled forever. To walk around with an unexploded government time-bomb inside his head. To give in to the fucking System.

Magic exploded into his mind and hands. Shattered equations, physics that ignored its own rules; the systematic, logical way of the hermetic mage. He’d had to learn the pittance he knew all alone. And he used it.

With a careful flick of the slippery physics of magic, Lethe sent Warner’s standard issue security gun flying from its holster towards him. He snatched it and levelled it at his father, clicking back the safety catch.

Oddly enough, in that peak moment, he finally felt calm and at ease.

The gun was a Talbot issue fletchette gun, heavy and sleek and dangerous.

‘Hand over the fucking money, Dad’

Daniel Talbot looked calm, though his face paled slightly.

‘Leon, this is suicidal’

The money!’, Lethe screamed

Slowly, not breaking eye-contact, his father slid the briefcase across the desk.

‘Leon, this is completely unnecessary. There’s a good chance the police will kill you when they come for you. Just drop the gun like a good son’

Lethe paid him no attention. He was watching Warner. He wasn't watching Alice. She crept up behind him, brandishing a terminal like a club. Lethe heard her and spun, and the movement conveyed the faintest squeeze to the trigger. But with the safety catch off, the faintest squeeze was enough.

Lethe watched in horror as the gun fired, a burst of fletchettes blowing Alice apart. In one burst, she became an unrecognizable hunk of bloodsoaked meat.

Behind him, Lethe heard Warner being sick. He wanted to vomit himself. Instead, he snatched up the case and ran, ran as far and fast as he could away from the horrible thing he had done.


The service point was a small, uptown building. Here you could get a meal, access the Matrix, recieve messages, all courtesy of Renraku Corp. As Lethe ran towards it, he somehow knew he was just minutes too late.

'Oh, Kama. Why couldn't you have just waited for me a little longer?', he whispered under his breath

He could see from the window what was going on. The service point staff and customers were on their knees, frozen by the pistol in Kama's hand. She herself stood by a staff data terminal, trying to deck the service points account and take the nuyen.

'It won't work, kid'

The voice came from someone Lethe had taken for a customer. Instead of kneeling he now stood, with an unusual, sleek grace. He was an ork.

He produced a heavy gun from under his trenchcoat and waved it at Kama casually.

'Three days', he remarked, 'Three days since that punk decker managed to break Renraku ice and stored his haul here. And three days while they get their meanest datajack courier to come from Japan to transfer it back. And they hire me, best fragging street samurai in the biz, just to guard this place.
'All this for their drekkin' secret, and the opposition sends a clueless amateur like you?'

'I don't have a clue what you're talking about, man', said Kama, 'I just need nuyen fast'

The ork looked incredulous for a second, then laughed:

'Know what, kid? I believe you. I fuckin' believe you. You're just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Think of having your head blown off', he aimed his gun, 'As a learning curve'

Acting on instinct, Lethe fired through the plateglass window. Beneath the exploding fletchette bullets, the glass shattered and the ork mercenary collapsed in a bloody heap.

'Lethe?', called Kama

Lethe entered the service point, ignoring the customers' terrified glances

'Lethe, look at this'

Across the terminal, lines of red, indecipherable print ran down the screen.

'We're out of our depth, Lethe. I don't have a clue what those things mean but that asshole ork said Renraku are taking it seriously. They'll think we know...'

Lethe's mind twisted. 'Why is everything going so wrong, Kama?'

Before she could answer, if she ever intended to, the noise of sirens crowded the streets. Lethe and Kama exchanged panicked glances then ran outside.

Into an ambush. Kama, going first, met with a hail of bullets. Time seemed to slow for Lethe as he watched her fall backwards, blood slowly wetting her clothes.

He reached her first, before the Renraku security. She looked up, green eyes distorted by pain.

'Run... you... idiot'

The eyes closed.

Rage and pain and sorrow consumed Lethe. A ball of energy crystallised in his mind, becoming more real until he could reach out and grasp it, reach out and throw it. His mind, fuelled with anger, dealt with calculations of energy that could have fried it.

The fireball's explosion brought Lethe back to reality. He quietly stepped outside, and inspected the three blacked bodies of Renraku security guards, two male, one female. He knew he should feel something, but even anger had disappeared with the flame.

'I think I've made too many mistakes today'

The words were voiced aloud, as if asking the dead men and woman for advice. He almost wished someone would see and arrest him now, for it all to be over with, but the street's population had disappeared at the first sign of trouble, and even the service point's staff and customers were melting away.

Lethe numbly walked away.


He walked he knew not how far. He came to a bar. Lethe pushed the door open with his foot, and staggered inside
 
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sorian

seeing yet another elf sit down i think,,, 'well this is going to be a pleasent party' i smirked as i awaited an answer.
 
Johan

What the frag?! I jump out of my booth ,pulling my Kang and center the smartgun point on the norm's head. "Drop it streetsweeper slag, of your Ghoul food!" while aiming with my left hand, the Spur on my right drawn back for a fast slash . .oO(Great, i hope my dermal plates can stop that, i need a fragging upgrade). [OOC:sorry i'm late, ]
 
Kaitlin

Kait's ears rang from the shotgun blast. The first thought in her mind was that Kelly would have a fit. Reaching into an inside pocket of her jacket she pulled the VCR's jack cable out and plugged it in. Leave it to some fucking twitch-trigger to stir up Lone Star enough for them to drag their asses down here. The feed from Baby's sensors had shown all clear before Kait plugged in, but she felt better having direct control... just in case.

The rigger watched through slitted eyelids as the nervewired elf drew on the gunner with a blur. If the drek with the shotgun really was just a cabby, that might end up being the last fare to run on him. Damn, all this going on and she needed another beer...
 
sorian

not even worried about the noise i just kept awaiting kiahra answer.'hmmm i wonder if this will be as easy as last time those inexpierenced idiots hired me,ilost my fricken eye that time.' i thought with some hatred.
 
Robert Sith:

Turning slowly to face the man who was commanding him to drop his side arm, Sith just smiled and waved his hand. The gun in the man's hand clicked, its safty engaging itself of its on volition. Then it popped open, spilling the ammo to the ground at the mans feet. "You're not gonna kill me, and I am not gonna drop my weapon, so sit back down and hope you never get my cab, lad."
 
Johan:

What the frag? Just what i did NOT need,a mage. I extend the spur on my left arm and assume a fighting stance as the clock in my cyber-eyes appear, Drek! that appointment with Renraku is coming due! Frag'em, they can wait up a bit.

(OOC: Raven you need to read those books, a Kang is an automatic, and a Smartgun in linked to my brain ;)
 
OOC: Never read a single one, coach me if you have to... I have no clue...

Robert Sith:

"Listen, you little shit, stow it okay? I ain't here to kill you, you'd be dead if I was... I assure you. Just sit DOWN!" Pausing for a moment, Sith moved to the bar and sat down. "Something bad is coming... If you are worth anything, you can feel it..." Turning his stormy grey eyes toward Johan, Sith peired into his soul. "You can feel it, the fey elf can..." He indicated Kiahra. She fell silent, she had nothing to say, she knew it was true. Something dark was coming...
 
Listen Norm. I got better things to deal with besides an unknown "dark thing". I head outside and hop into my car, thinking about the Renraku job, some kids pulled a big jack, and i got to track them.
 
Robert Sith:

Johan sat in the drivers seat of his car, Sith, the man in a dark robe suddenly appeared next to him, the force of magic evident. "Listen boy, you got yourself involved, wheather you like it or not the moment you came to this bar... It was... Destined... A dragon awaites its death at your hands... It can only be you, it was writen, you must follow this path..." Sith hissed comandingly.
 
Lethe:

A trickle of cold sweat ran down Lethe's hands as he tried to grip his drink. He left the fletchette gun lying on the table. He didn't have a holster for it, anyway.

Renraku, the Razor Cats, Talbot Industries... they were all after him now. He had a security gun, with drek knew how many rounds left, fifty hundred thousand in stolen nuyen, and some vital Renraku secret that he couldn't understand.

He doubted any of them would get him very far.

On impulse he stood, stretching like a cat, and walked over to the bar. What the fuck. A moving target is harder to hit. And maybe I got a chance this way.

The bartender was listlessly wiping the bar with a greasy cloth. He seemed oblivious to the fact that all it did was spread the dirt around.

'Hey', said Lethe


The barman looked up. A slim youth, self-conscious in shades and a black leather jacket. A wanna-be.

'Pull a little for yourself there'

The bartender brightened a little. He heard the wanna-be (the generous wanna-be) pull up a stool as he poured himself some of his own special Home Brew (one shot was good, two shots caused blindness, some fool ork had once tried three shots and died on the spot). It was served in tiny vials and was clear and viscious.

'I'm Kelly', he said conversationally

The wanna-be's hesitation was just short of noticeable as he replied: 'I'm... Mr Johnson'

The bartender nodded, enlightened.

'Oh yeah? Why didn't you say? Got a team worked out or would you like some recommendations?'

'Recommendations. Please'

'What do you need to do?'

The Johnson removed his dark glasses, revealing uncertain dark blue eyes.

'I need to stay alive. I need to run the Matrix and melt black ice. I need to survive a Renraku assassin and walk the gauntlet of the streets. I need shadowrunners, Kelly'

Kelly whistled. 'Sounds like you got trouble, Mr Johnson'

'You', said Lethe, wearily replacing his shades, 'Do not know the half of it'

'Well, first of all, a rigger. Kaitlin's in town at the moment, and she's looking for action. She's one of the best available, though she's not cheap. How much money is available to you for this run?'

'Let me know when we get past half a million'

Kelly nodded and continued: 'If you need magic, there's Kiahra, if you don't mind working with elves. Her four-legged friend isn't dead weight either; I once saw Deago rip some razor-guy's throat out. Her new friend looks like a mage too'

'What about street samurai?'

'Johan is...', Kelly's head swivelled around. 'He's gone. Elf razor-guy, is mean with those cyber enhancements'

Lethe nodded, then carefully opened his briefcase and handed Kelly a bundle of nuyen.

'Hey, thanks, Mr Johnson', grinned the bartender. As he watched the Johnson walk away towards the corner where the two elves were drinking, he reflected that with the ten percent cut he'd earn as commision for any of his recommendations Mr Johnson hired, he'd done pretty well today.

His face darkened. Except for the mess that fragging cabdriver with the itchy trigger finger had spilled on the floor.


Lethe reached the elves' table, aware of their sharp gazes on him. Below the table, their hands gripped weapons. He spoke loud enough for the rigger on the opposite table to hear.

'My name is Johnson. Anyone interested in a run?'
 
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OOC: Kaitlin's a rigger, Lethe. She runs vehicles and drones and such.
We don't have a decker yet. :(

Though if we don't get one eventually, I can arrange it. ;)
 
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OOC: I'll take it, i'll just add a deck and data Jack to my cyber gear, done it before when i played,good for solo runs]]

I turn to the mage and drive the side spurs into the seat around his throat,retracting the center before it punched a new line into his lung. "Listen mage, i got enough trouble without you trying to hand me a line of Dreck about me killing dragons,I might actually want to live to see the sunrise. Now get out of here, before i decide to start a direct oxy feed into your blood-pump"

Stupid norm spell-slingers. Would rather have an elf anyday, hell even a Troll would be better. As I gun the engine and pull out into the trafic, Heading for the Renraku Archology and a big payday if I bring this kid in.
 
Sudian

Sitting quietly in a booth near the back of the bar, Sudian watches as the others in the bar begin to meet each other. After spending a lifetime in training and observation, and learning to evade the detection of even the most ardent persuers, blending into the shadows to avoid the notice of a group of people with no reason to look for him anyway seems like childs play. Trusting in his abilities to alert him to danger, he slips within himself, and projects himself into the astral plane. Floating upward and outward, he soon sees the last two members of the group, seated within a vehicle outside. Wary of the mage, he quickly retreats, and returns his ethereal self to his physical shell. Glancing around to regain his bearings, he settles back unobtrusively and waits for further developements, secure in the knowledge that the bartender will volunteer him for the upcoming assignment.
 
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