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Welcome to the Old Smoke CH4 gents.
Players as follows:
Lumen as "Knives"
Scawire as "Mantis"
Zweiblumen as "Mams"

Please reserve this thread to in-character only, please post rolls, OOC questions/banter/whatever in the OOC thread
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Knives

== Info ==
Street Name: Knives
Name: Miles Britt
Movement: 14/28
Karma: 31
Street Cred: 3
Notoriety: 1
Public Awareness: 1
Human Male Age 26
Height 1.7m Weight 70kg
Composure: 7
Judge Intentions: 6
Lift/Carry: 9 (60 kg/40 kg)
Memory: 7
Nuyen: 11905

== Priorities ==
Metatype: D - Human or Elf
Attributes: A - 24 Attributes
Special: C - Adept, Magician, or Technomancer
Skills: B - 36 Skills/5 Skill Groups
Resources: E - 100,000¥

== Attributes ==
BOD: 5
AGI: 5 (7)
REA: 5 (7)
STR: 4
CHA: 2
INT: 4
LOG: 2
WIL: 5
EDG: 3
MAG: 6

== Derived Attributes ==
Essence:                   6
Initiative:                11 + 3d6
Rigger Initiative:         11 + 3d6
Astral Initiative:         8 + 2d6
Matrix AR Initiative:      11 + 3d6
Matrix Cold Initiative:    4 + DP + 3d6
Matrix Hot Initiative:     4 + DP + 4d6
Physical Damage Track:     11
Stun Damage Track:         11

== Limits ==
Physical:                  8
Mental:                    5
Social:                    5
   Mortimer of London: Greatcoat Coat [+1] (Must be visible)
Astral:                    5

== Active Skills ==
Animal Handling            : 0                      Pool: 1
Archery                    : 0                      Pool: 6
Armorer                    : 0                      Pool: 1
Assensing                  : 2                      Pool: 6
Automatics                 : 0                      Pool: 6
Blades                     : 6 [Knives]             Pool: 13 (15)
Clubs                      : 0                      Pool: 6
Computer                   : 0                      Pool: 1
Con                        : 2                      Pool: 4
Cybercombat                : 0                      Pool: 1
Demolitions                : 0                      Pool: 1
Disguise                   : 4                      Pool: 8
Diving                     : 0                      Pool: 4
Escape Artist              : 2                      Pool: 9
Etiquette                  : 0                      Pool: 1
Exotic Ranged Weapon       : 2 [Grapple Gun]        Pool: 9
First Aid                  : 2                      Pool: 4
Forgery                    : 0                      Pool: 1
Free-Fall                  : 2                      Pool: 7
Gunnery                    : 0                      Pool: 6
Gymnastics                 : 2                      Pool: 9
Hacking                    : 0                      Pool: 1
Heavy Weapons              : 0                      Pool: 6
Impersonation              : 0                      Pool: 1
Instruction                : 0                      Pool: 1
Intimidation               : 2                      Pool: 4
Leadership                 : 0                      Pool: 1
Longarms                   : 0                      Pool: 6
Navigation                 : 0                      Pool: 3
Negotiation                : 0                      Pool: 1
Palming                    : 4                      Pool: 11
Perception                 : 6                      Pool: 10
Performance                : 0                      Pool: 1
Pilot Ground Craft         : 2                      Pool: 9
Pilot Watercraft           : 0                      Pool: 6
Pistols                    : 5 [Tasers]             Pool: 12 (14)
Running                    : 2                      Pool: 6
Sneaking                   : 4                      Pool: 11
Survival                   : 0                      Pool: 4
Swimming                   : 2                      Pool: 6
Throwing Weapons           : 4 [Blades]             Pool: 11 (13)
Tracking                   : 0                      Pool: 3
Unarmed Combat             : 0                      Pool: 6

== Knowledge Skills ==
Area Knowledge: London     : 2                      Pool: 6
Bars and Clubs             : 2                      Pool: 6
English                    : N                      Pool: 0
Knives                     : 2                      Pool: 4
Magical Threats            : 2                      Pool: 4
Security Design            : 2                      Pool: 6
Underworld                 : 2                      Pool: 6

== Contacts ==
Freddie Jones (1, 1)
Jimmy "The Blade" Hughes (3, 4)
Mikey "The Mauler" Maxwell (1, 1)
Ol' Nick Evans (1, 2)
Clerkenwell Family (5,5)

== Qualities ==
Addiction (Mild) (Tobacco)
Adept
Ambidextrous
SINner (Criminal) (Miles Britt)
The Warrior's Way

== Powers ==
Astral Perception
Attribute Boost (STR) Rating: 2
Attribute Boost (AGI) Rating: 1
Combat Sense Rating: 2
Critical Strike (Blades)
Improved Physical Attribute (AGI) Rating: 2
Improved Potential (limit) (Physical) Rating: 1
Improved Reflexes 2
Rapid Draw

== Lifestyles ==
Knives' Flat  5 months
4 months remaining

== Armor ==
Actioneer Business Clothes          8
   +Insulation 4
   +Nonconductivity 4
Mortimer of London: Greatcoat Coat  3
   +Chemical Protection 2
   +Concealability
   +Custom Fit (Stack)
   +Electrochromic Clothing
   +Fire Resistance 4
   +Thermal Damping 4

== Weapons ==
Cavalier Safeguard
   +Hidden Gun Arm Slide
   +Smartgun System, Internal
   +Spare Clip
   +Spare Clip
   Pool: 12 (14)   Accuracy: 7   DV: 6S(e)   AP: -5   RC: 2
Combat Knife
   +Concealed Quick-Draw Holster
   +Gecko Grip
   +Personalized Grip
   Pool: 13 (15)   Accuracy: 7   DV: 7P   AP: -3   RC: 2
Combat Knife
   +Concealed Quick-Draw Holster
   +Gecko Grip
   +Personalized Grip
   Pool: 13 (15)   Accuracy: 7   DV: 7P   AP: -3   RC: 2
Combat Knife
   Pool: 13 (15)   Accuracy: 6   DV: 7P   AP: -3   RC: 2
Combat Knife
   Pool: 13 (15)   Accuracy: 6   DV: 7P   AP: -3   RC: 2
Combat Knife
   Pool: 13 (15)   Accuracy: 6   DV: 7P   AP: -3   RC: 2
Combat Knife
   Pool: 13 (15)   Accuracy: 6   DV: 7P   AP: -3   RC: 2
Grapple Gun
   +Smartgun System, Internal
   Pool: 9   Accuracy: 5   DV: 7S   AP: -2   RC: 2
Grenade: Flash-Bang (Aerodynamic)
   Pool: 11   Accuracy: 8   DV: 10S (10m Radius)   AP: -4   RC: 2
Grenade: Flash-Pak (Aerodynamic)
   Pool: 11   Accuracy: 8   DV: Special   AP: -   RC: 2
Throwing Knife
   +Tracker
   Pool: 11   Accuracy: 8   DV: 5P   AP: -1   RC: 2
Unarmed Attack
   Pool: 6   Accuracy: 8   DV: 4S   AP: -   RC: 2

== Martial Arts ==
Fiore Dei Liberi
   +Two-Weapon Style Attack
   +Two-Weapon Style Defense

== Commlink ==
Fairlight Caliban (ATT: 0, SLZ: 0, DP: 7, FWL: 7)

== Gear ==
Advanced Medkit Rating 6
Ammo: Taser Dart (Tasers) x60
Autopicker Rating 6
Catalyst Stick
Cellular Glove Molder Rating 4
Contacts Rating 3
   +Smartlink
   +Vision Magnification
Earbuds Rating 3
   +Audio Enhancement Rating 3
Fake SIN (Charles Rutherford) Rating 5
   +Fake License (Adept License) Rating 5
   +Fake License (Driver's License) Rating 5
Fake SIN (Nigel Pebblebottoms) Rating 3
   +Fake License (Driver's License) Rating 3
Gecko Tape Gloves
Glasses Rating 4
   +Vision Enhancement Rating 3
   +Low Light
Grenade: Flash-Bang (Aerodynamic) x3
Grenade: Flash-Pak (Aerodynamic) x3
Keycard Copier Rating 6
Maglock Passkey Rating 4
Micro-Transceiver
Qi Focus (Bonded Foci) (Astral Perception) Rating 1
Sequencer Rating 4
Stealth Rope (100m) x2
Tag Eraser
Throwing Knife x4
Weapon Focus (Bonded Foci) (Combat Knife) Rating 2 x2

== Vehicles ==
Suzuki Mirage (Racing Bike)
   +Morphing License Plate
   +Sensor Array Rating 2
      +Atmosphere Sensor
      +Directional Microphone
      +Motion Sensor
      +Radio Signal Scanner

== Description ==
Knives is a smaller than average human but appears tough and wirey. He is usually seen in his Moritmer of London Greatcoat with a collared shirt and black tie underneath. His hair is cut short and geled to spike up and his deep brown eyes draw people into them.


== Background ==
Knives came into the employ of The Clerkenwell Family at the ripe young age of 19 after his best mate Jimmy signed up and has slowly been climbing up the ladder ever since. His aptitude for knives and sneakery set him apart from the other wiseguys and he was able to secure the position of "Mademan" after only five years of service. Since then Knives has headed up many "protection contracts" on behalf of the Clerkenwell Family as his talents lent well to "collections and enforcement". Thanks to his advancements within the family he was able to afford his own flat on the north side of Brixton.
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« Reply #2 on: <01-01-15/1013:01> »
Mantis
Priorities
Race: B (Ork, 4 special Att.)
Attributes: D (14)
Magic A (Mystic adept, 6 magic and 10 spells, 2 Rating 5 skills)
Skills:  C (28 and 2 SG’s)
Nuyen: E (100,000 Y)

Street Name: Mantis
Name: Marc McMullion
Movement: 8 / 16
Swim: 0
Karma: 0
Street Cred: 0
Notoriety: ?
Public Awareness: 0
Scottish Orc Male Age 29
Height 5’8” Weight 177lbs
Composure: 7
Judge Intentions: 5
Lift/Carry: 7
Memory: 12
Nuyen:??
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown
Skin: White

Attributes(Karma 25)
BOD: 4
AGI: 3 (4)
REA: 2 (4)
STR: 3
CHA: 2
INT: 3
LOG: 5 (7)
WIL: 5
EDG: 5
MAG: 5
Adept PP: 5

Derived Attributes
Essence: 5.3
Initiative: 7 + 3d6
Astral Initiative: 6 + 2d6
Matrix Initiative: 7 + 1d6 (AR), 3 +DP +3d6 (cold), 3 + DP + 4d6 (hot)
Physical Damage Track: 10
Stun Damage Track: 11
Armor: 15


Active Skills (6 Karma)
Athletics SG 1 Pool 5
-Gymnastics
-Running
-Swimming
Assensing 1 Pool 4
Binding 2 Pool 7
Counter spelling (Combat) 3 (5) Pool 8 ( 10 )
Con 1 (Fast Talking) Pool 5 (7)
Electronics SG 1 Pool 8
-Computers
-Hardware
-Software
Etiquette 1 Pool 3
First Aid 1 Pool 8
Sneaking (Urban) 2 (4) Pool 6 ( 8 )
Locksmithing 1 Pool 5
Perception (Visual) 2 (4) Pool 5 (7)
Pilot Ground Craft 1 Pool 5
Ritual Spell Casting (Minon) 1 (3) 6( 8 )
Spell casting (Illusion) 6 ( 8 ) Pool 11 (13)
Summoning (Man) 5 (7)  Pool 10 (12)
Unarmed Combat (Martial Arts, Praying Mantis AKA Ninjustu) 5 (7) Pool 9 (11)

 Knowledge Skills (16 free)
English N
Data Havens (magic) 1 Pool 4 (6)
Forensics (Magic) 1 (3) Pool 8 (10)
Lay Line Theory 1 Pool 8
Magic Rumors 3 Pool 6
Magical Groups 1 Pool 4
Magical Theory 3 Pool 10
Magical Threats 1 Pool 8
Parazoology 1 Pool 8
Spirits 1 Pool 8
UK Magical Reagents Locations 1 Pool 4

Contacts (12 Free)
Contact INFO

Name: Glen Finagin
Race: Orc
Job: Fixer for the Scottish Syndicate
Location: London
Known by Mantis from: Glen has been getting jobs for Mantis for the last 6 years since Mantis moved to London at age 23.

C 4 L 2

Name: Luke Greenwood
Race: Elf
Job: Talismonger / Drug Dealer, has been laundering money for the Scottish Syndicate for many years now
Location: London
Known by Mantis from: When Mantis was looking for magical gear in London Glen told Mantis to go see Luke Greenwood, ever since then Mantis has been upgrading his magical gear from Lukes shop. With a some candy (Drugs) on the side.

C2 L4

Spells
Clout: Type P Range LOS Damage S Duration I DV F-3
Lightningbolt Type: P Range: LOS Damage P Duration I DV F-3
Heal: Type M Range T Duration P DV (F-4
Improved Invisibility: Type:P Range: LOS Duration S DV F-1
Physical Mask: Type: P Range: T Duration S DV F-1
Control Animal Type: M Range: LOS Duration: S DV F-3
Influence: Type M Range LOS Duration P DV F-1
Levitate: Type: P Range: LOS Duration: S DV F-2
Vehicle Mask Type: P Range: T Duration: S DV F -3

Ritual Spells
Ally Conjuration (Minion) (as page 200 street grimoire)

Tradition Hermetic Drain Will +Logic = 12

Adept Powers (5 PP 25 Karma)
Improved Reflexes R2
Critical Strike (Unarmed)

Astral Perception
Combat Sense R1
Blind Fighting


Qualities
 Positive ( 5 Karma)
Mystic Adept
Mentor Spirit (Dragonslayer)
 +2 Combat Spells, + 2 Con
IF you break a promise, by accident or choice take -1 dice pool mod to all actions until you make good on your promise
Negative (33 Karma)
Addiction (mild) Tobacco (Smokes)
Addiction (Mild)  Finding Lost Loved One (Wife, Jennifer McMullion)
Addiction (mild) Pyro Mania
Addiction (Mild) Media (Always looking for new magic related news, and rumors.)
Allergy (Uncommon, Mild) Bee Stings
Prejudiced(Specific, Outspoken) (Royal Family) (They are rich and they are not the Scottish Royal Family).
Spirit Bane (Beast)

Martial Arts (7 Karma)
-Ninjutsu (AKA Praying Mantis)
-Dim Mak (See RG 137)


Gear (100,000 + 25 Karma 50,000

Lifestyle
Apartment # 504
Cost 2,000 / Month
2 months paid for (2,000)


Cyberware and Bioware
Bioware 0.6
Cerebral Booster R2
Muscle Toner R1
Cyberware: 0.1
Datajack

Armor
Argentum Coat AV 12/+4
-Electrochromic
-Non Conductive R4
-Fire Resistance R3
-Chemical Protection R3
-Insulated R1

Helmet (Baseball Cap) AV +1
Forearm Guards AV + 1
Leg Kit AV +1

Form-Fitting Body Armor AV 8
-Custom Fit
-Concealability


Armor AV’s
Coat + 3 accessories AV 15
FF BA AV 8

 Weapon
Unarmed Attack 4S

CommLinks

AR Gloves (Green Leather)
Subvocal Mic
Micro- Transceiver

Commlink
Name: Butler 2.0
Transys Avalon
FireWall 6
Data Proc: 6
Device Rating: 6
Sim Module (cold)



Gear
 Magic
Magical Lodge Materials R4
Reagents 1,500 Nuyen worth (Spent to bind ally)
Reagents 500 nuyen worth

Drugs
Psyche 3
5 Stimulation Patches R4
1 Trauma Patches
Medkit R6
Medkit R3

Ears and Eyes
Goggles R5
-Vision Enhancement R2
-Image Link
-Flare Compensation
-Vision Magnification (Optical)

Earbuds R3
-Select Sound Filter R1
-Audio Enhancement R2

ID
Fake SIN R5 (Chris McDougal)
(UK citizen, Occult Investigator, Security Consultant)
Fake License R5 (Buy/Own/Carry Magical items)
Fake License R5 (Locksmithing Gear)


Other
Survival Kit
Tool Kit (LockSmithing)
Lockpick Set
Respirator R6

Vehicle
Suzuki Mirage (Racing Bike)
Handling 5/3 Accel 3 Speed 6 Device 3 Pilot 1 Body 5 Armor 6 Sensore 2(Signal: 0)
-Sensor Array R2



Description
White orc that wears a dark green long coat with a hood, and sports a black baseball cap and black goggles.


Background
Mantis was born in a small poor neighborhood on the outskirts of Edinburgh, to a single Orc mother, Janic McMullion. At a young age Mantis started training martial arts in order to survive in his rough neighborhood. The master that though Mantis was an expert in Southern Praying Mantis, this is the style that Mantis studied. Not being able to go to school without a SIN Mantis got his schooling from his Mother Janic. At 8 yrs old Mantis had his magical skills awakened well working on a technique to extend his chi abilities in his Southern Praying Mantis style he threw a stun bolt that dropped another student in his small martial arts club. Not having anyone to train him in his magical abilities he started to go into local libraries where he could study, Mantis gained a deep love for magic and the power it gave him. This self-studies continued for 6 yrs  when he was 14 Mantis got his hands on a part time job and was able to buy himself a comm link with his comm link his library visits to learn about magic turned into on line searches for mystical knowledge. At the age of 16 Mantis got into handing out with known Scottish Syndicate members. The hanging around got into doing odd jobs for the Syndicate, as the money started to flow in Mantis began to save his illegally hard earned money. After saving and working for the Syndicate for 5 years (age 21) Mantis was able to go on a spending spree where he got his body pimped out with bio-ware in order to augment his brain and mystical abilities. Now being a full fledge adult Mantis decided to move South to London, still doing odd jobs for the Scot Syndicate to pay rent Mantis met a girl 2 years (Age 23)  after moving to London named Jennifer. The two began dating and when Mantis turned 24 he asked her to marry him. The two were living as nice of a life that a connected man and women without SIN's could live, not a high end living but a nice life none the less, but then when Mantis was 27  tragedy struck, one day Jennifer disappeared, leaving Mantis alone. After talking to the Syndicate's London Fixer that had been supplying Mantis with jobs, the Syndicate did their best to find out what had happened to Jennifer but no leads showed up. After two years now Mantis has decided to no longer to do odd jobs but to go full throttle into Shadowrunning. With his fixer looking for work for Mantis, hope for more mystical power and news on Jennifer lingers in Mantis's enhanced mind.


Notes:
Questions: RC Pg 19 (a few of them)

1)   Info about Parents
Single mother lives in Edinburgh, Father unknown
2)   Why Shadowrunning
Needs to find his wife and this might help him find her, also helps him make money and gain magical powers
3)   House info
Lives in a loft like apartment in east end of London.
4)   Negative Personality
Not like the British royal family they are rich for no good reason and they don’t have rights over Mantis since they are British and he is a Scott.
5)   Downtime
Checking through the matrix for info on magical rumors and news
6)   Skills
Learned from his mother an Orc martial artist and self-training
7)   View On Magic
A science of manipulating mana that if you have the blood for it you can gain great power but in order to gain this power you have to learn a lot and train a lot.

8)   Cyberware Background
With saved money from working odd jobs for the Scottish Syndicate he was able to get bio-ware to improve his mind and body.

9)   Ordinary life
It’s fine if you can afford it kind of on the boring side and not a lot of help at getting more magical powers.

10)   Nightmare
Not finding his wife and worrying about her.

11)   Sacred items
Wedding ring, and likes his comm link

12)   Dreams
To get his wife back and gain A LOT of magical power

13)   Street Name
Since he has trained in Southern Praying Mantis style since a young age he got tagged as Mantis when the Scottish Syndicate watched him fight.


Concept
Mystic Adept Scott that is adept at both casting spells and unarmed combat. A combat Mystic with ties to a Scottish crime family.

NOTES
Contact INFO

Name: Glen Finagin
Race: Orc
Job: Fixer for the Scottish Syndicate
Location: London
Known By Mantis from: Glen has been getting jobs for Mantis for the last 6 years since Mantis moved to London at age 23.

Name: Luke Greenwood
Race: Elf
Job: Talismonger / Drug Dealer, has been laundering money for the Scottish Syndicate for many years now
Location: London
Known by Mantis from: When Mantis was looking for magical gear in London Glen told Mantis to go see Luke Greenwood, ever since then Mantis has been upgrading his magical gear from Lukes shop. With a some candy (Drugs) on the side.

LifeStyle Notes:

Mantis lives on the fifth floor of an apartment building in the East end of London. Most of the apartment is taken up by Mantis's magical lodge. There is a one bed room, one bath room, and a loft style kitchen / living room which is lived in by Mantis's lodge and a single reclining chair.

Questions About Lost Love Jen

Q)Is Jen still alive?
A)Queen of Pentacles. She infuses life and fertility into the world, bringing joy where she steps. I see she lives, and has another in her care. a young one. {she stares into your eyes with an intensity you've never seen in someone before} Rabbit urges caution, look before you leap. If you seek her, they will seek you.
Next card. Ask question and choose again
PAGE 37 CH3
Q)What is it that caused her to disappear?
A)Judgement. Her deeds need be answered on this plane, for her to move to next. Her journey with you ends, a new one begins.
Next card.
Q)I know you said I can't get a location for her, But I was hoping I could get a starting point. So where should I start looking to find her?
A)Page of pentacles. You have big responsibility, you must lead team well, gather resources and use wisdom.
Opportunity rises soon.
PAGE #8 CH3
Q)My next question was what forces stand in my way to meeting up with Jen

A) Death. Great challenge lies ahead, you must make great transform inside if you want to seek her. Use inside strength, nourish it; for you will need it all

Q)What has Jen found on this new journey she is one?

A)The world. Next level of entire existence. She is, how you say? Enlightened... Her soul has transcended, to a higher form.
(Page 39 last answer IC THE OLD SMOKE)
KARMA IMPROVEMENTS
26 Total
Ally Spirit

Force 3 (24 Karma)

Name: Smoke
Description: 17 inch tall male fairy with black moth like wings, wears a black suit with a green tie, a black fedora hat, and smokes a black cigarette. Has blue eyes and white hair.
Attributes
Body: 3 Agility: 3 Reaction: 3 Strength:3 Logic: 3 Intuition:3 Willpower:3 Charisma:3
Edge: 5

Powers (force free)
-Astral Form (Free)
-Banishing Resistance (Free)
-Realistic Form (Free) (17 inch tall winged fairy)
-Sapience (Free)
-Sense Link (Free)
-Concealment (Free for 1 force)
-Influence (Free for 1 force)
-Guard (Free for 1 Force)

Skills
-Assensing (Free)
-Astral Combat (free)
-Perception (Free)
-Unarmed Combat (Free)

Mantis Skills
Assensing R1 (2 Karma)
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Mams

Name: Taylor Phelps
Alias: Mams
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Physical Description/Personality:
He has a boyish face with a ruddy complextion and a mop of red hair.  This all sits atop a short 5 foot 7 inch frame that weighs in at a whoping 10 stone.  For all that he's got a charming personality and is quite likable.  After having a pint or two with him the most obvious thing that will stick out is how much of a momma's boy he is.

History/Backstory:
Born and raised in the sprawl outside of Manchester in Ashton-under-Lyne.  His father, Paul, worked for a smaller corp as a mid level wage-slave.  He devoted his life to the corporation which let them live a reasonably comfortable if modest life.  Taylor was an only child, and his mother, Judy, was able to stay home and raise him.  He grew up adoring his mother and was known as quite a momma’s boy.  As a child he excelled in all things computer.  He was wiz with a comm and could get around the ‘trix like he was born there.  This made him lots of friends at school, but they still picked on him for being such a mamma’s boy, often calling him “Mams.”  Gear on the otherhand was his undoing, and his father had to keep him away from the important equipment in the house like the autocook and the one time he tried to tinker with the family car.

As he got older, Taylor became interested Law Enforcement.  He became obsessed with old police trids and stories along with the Victorian era in general.  As a teenager he started going to history festivals and events.  It started to get a bit odd when he started wearing the costumes all the time.  But, his mother approved and that was all he needed!

The hardest decsion of his life was to go to London to train with the Metropolitan Police.  18 months into his training, he was homesick and becoming more and more disillusioned with the way the police actually worked.  They were mostly underpaid/overworked corporate shills.  They kept the poor poor and the rich rich.  On top of this, he started having odd visions, seeing AROs when he wasn’t wearing his glasses, being able to read articles and review documents without his comm.  He realized that he was awakening as a technomancer, and this was struck home when he accidently compiled his first sprite.  With his general malaise, he decided to keep this to himself instead of reporting it as he knew he should.  One of the few shining lights was Amber.  She’s a bartender at the Walking Stick, a bar near the academy that he frequented often.  They became friends as he didn’t have any local friends and while he got along with a few of the other recruits, his choice in clothing when not at the academy struck them as a little too odd.  Luckily, Amber thought it was wiz.  It’s pretty obvious that Taylor has a crush on Amber, and while not necisarilly recipricating, she doesn’t seem to mind his flirtations.  His only other friend from the academy was Ralph Timms.  He was Taylor's bunkmate in the barracks and would constantly make fun of Taylor for his clothes out of uniform.  Those were always in good nature though, and Ralphy got along famously with Taylor.  He was amused at how well Taylor could play the straight man while wearing such an odd getup.  They made a great comedy troupe.

3 months later his father got sick.  Really sick.  And at 65, he wasn’t exactly a spring chicken.  The company decided that taking care of him would be more expensive than it was worth, and laid him off.  His father was heartbroken.  Taylor was sure he would have survived being sick, but being abandoned by the company he gave his whole life to was more than he could take.  He died less than 48 hours after recieving the news.  This left his mother alone and pennyless.  Taylor became enraged, and foreswore everything the corps stood for.  Amber knew someone that could help.  She introduced him to ‘Fingers’ Malloy, called so for his reputation for having his fingers in a bit of every business.  Fingers was able to get him a few jobs to start, but the biggest thing he did was further the chain and introduce him to Mr. Smith.

Mr. Smith, it turns out had been keeping an eye on Taylor through his connection in the academy and had seen quite a bit of potential in him.  Hearing about how he seemed to move through the Matrix more easily than others.  Mr. Smith ended up recruiting him to start doing network security for some of his operatives by offering to move his mother to London for him and set him up with a nice place they could both live.  Taylor had a lot of doubts, but when Mr. Smith showed him what his first paycheck would be for a job and knowning his mother had no other options, he jumped on the oportunity.

It’s now three years later and Taylor has been working for Mr. Smith quite succesfully.  It has allowed him to take care of his Mam while indulging in his eccentricity and uniqe style.  And what with *still* being such a momma’s boy, the name calling has never gone away.  Folks think they are making fun of him by calling him “Mams,” but he just wears it as a homage to her.  Life is actually pretty good for him now.  And while his work with Mr. Smith isn’t well publicized, the work he does on the side for Fingers has started drawing more attention amongst the shadows.  He's still got a thing for Amber, and Ralphy won't let him live that down.  When business does call him away, he knows that Amber and Constible Malloy will still look after his mother while he's gone.  He’s always interested in jobs that allow him to stick it to the corps.

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S:   [][][]   [][][]   [][][]   [][]

Attributes
Body   2
Agility   2
Reaction   2
Strength   2
Willpower   5
Logic   6
Intuition   5
Charisma   5
Edge   2
Essence   6
Resonance   6
Initiation Grade   1
Initiative   7+1d6
Matrix Initiatve   11+4d6

Positive Qualities
Focused Concentration (2)
Technomancer
Negative Qualities
Codeblock: Erase Matrix Signature
Dependent(s) (2): Mother
Gremlins (1)
SINner (National SIN): British
Echos
Resonance Signal Scrub (minus 2 noise)

Active Skills
Name   Rank   Pool
Cracking Skill Group   6
    Cybercombat   6   15
    Electronic Warfare   6   15
    Hacking   6   15
Stealth Skill Group   4
    Disguise   4   9
    Palming   4   6
    Sneaking   4   6
Clubs (Batons +2)   6   8(10)
Compiling (Machine Sprites +2)   6   12(14)
Computer (Matrix Perception +2)   6   12(14)
Etiquette   1   6
First Aid (Fading Damage +2)   1   13(15)   Rating 6 Medkit
Hardware   1   7
Locksmith   4   6
Perception (Visual +2)   4   9(Visual:13;Hearing 12)   Contacts w/Vision Enhancements (2);Earbuds w/Audio Enhancements (3)
Registering (Machine Sprites +2)   6   12(14)
Software   6   12
Knowledge Skills
British Criminal History   4   10   Acedemic
Criminology   3   9   Acedemic
Police Procedure   2   8   Acedemic
Security   2   8   Acedemic
Resonance Realms   2   7   Interests
Language Skills
Dutch   3   8
English   N   N
French   3   8
German   3   8

Gear (2275¥)
Cyberware/Bioware
Armor
Vashon Island (Shiawase) Steampunk   10
    Modification   Rating
    Custom Fit
    Insulation   2
    Medkit   6
    Universal Mirror Material   4
Weapons
Weapon   Dice[limit]   Damage
Stun Baton   10[4]   9S(e) v-5
Identities
Taylor Phelps   National SIN   Middle Lifestyle (1 month)
Philip Baggins   Fake SIN (2)   None
Misc
(5x) Certified Credstick, Standard
Contacts (3)
    Flare Compensation
    Vision Enhancements (2)
Data Tap
(10x) Datachip
Ear buds (3)
    Audio Enhancements (3)
Lockpick Set
Micro-Tranceiver
Monocle (2)
    Low Light Vision
    Thermographic Vision
(2x) Psyche
(10x) Security Tags
Toolkit, Disguise
Toolkit, Hardware
Toolkit, Locksmithing

Contacts
Name   Connection   Loyalty   Type
Amber   1   4   Bartender
John 'Fingers' Malloy   3   1   Fixer
Mr. Smith   6   1   Mr. Johnson
Ralph Timms   1   2   Beat Cop
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« Reply #4 on: <01-01-15/1035:32> »
___Lumen___
It'd been a whirlwind couple of days and you'd never been so happy to end up back in the old docklands.
The young lad shook your hand and welcomed you home, passing a concerned look at your shoulder as you wince as you slide off the back of the van.
You recognised the warehouse as you took a look around, huge stacks of crates stood about in orderly piles in the centre of the cavernous space, two processing lines stood unattended, the belts slowly moving from left to right, devoid of workers.
Johnny appeared from the 1st floor office and jogged down the metal stairs noisily, cig in hand.
Facking 'ell mate, you look like shite!
He smiled at Mantis and Dunk and waved off the young lad who'd started fucking about on his comm.
Doc's on 'is way. Cig?{he looks at Mantis and Dunk} Got a cab arriving any second for you two. We'll sort the payment out lads.
He motioned you up to the office, curling smoke drifting from the end of his cig ahead of you as he climbed the stairs.
Sitting heavily in his faux-leather chair he shoved the other chair out to you from under the desk with a shove of his polished shoe.
How was your 'oliday then? I hear it didn't go so well? haha

The sound of car doors slamming preceded the engine noise as the autocab pulled off down the street, Mantis and Dunk's form sat in the back.
They were soon lost from the narrow view of the road that the large hanger-style doors afforded you through the mucky pane of glass in Johnny's office.
Workers streamed back in at the young lad's command, returning to the belt as a forklift drone trundled up with a new batch of fish to gut, ice and pack.
It was one of many "legit" business the Clerkenwells owned as a front, though you knew that most of the workers here were SiNless, underpaid and that many were here illegaly. Not that it mattered one fucking iota, a job was a job and they were massively better off working for your outfit than trying to find legit work for the corps.
Johnny grabbed a bottle of whisky out of the desk drawer with a pair of mucky glasses, gesturing to you in offer of a tot.
Mick wants you back at work ASAP mate. Maxwell's been causing all sorts of shit for us. We've lost nearly half of the Ork quarter and they fucking raided the jewelry store on Old Kent Road a fortnight ago. We torched the Three Lions Inn in response but they've got the younger lads scared. Mick wants to organise a fight-back and he wants you to lead it. How bad is that arm mate?
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« Reply #5 on: <01-02-15/0528:20> »
____Scawire____
Sliding off the back of the cold van floor is a huge effort and Dunk helps you down the couple of foot down to the floor.
The large warehouse you occupied seemed to have been recently vacated, the sorting line near the stacks was still running, though left unattended.
The young driver took a look at your leg and glanced over at Knives, clearly sussing out what kind of shit you'd got yourself into but it was now clear you were intruding on Knives's territory.
The driver ushered you and Dunk outside and called an autocab as one of Knives's pals came down from an upstairs office. You waved your goodbyes but it felt awkward, like you weren't supposed to be here.
A black cab pulled up, thankfully driverless, and you followed Dunk into the back.
The young lad swiped a comm over the payment reader We got this one lads, stay safe yeah? before the flat-screen chirped and asked for your destinations.
Dunk punched in a relatively local address as you tapped yours in and the taxi pulled off smoothly.
Glancing back down the road, it is clear that the warehouse had been cleared at short notice. Maybe 20 or so workers streamed back into the warehouse through the large hangar door you'd been ushered out of.
The heavy industry and warehousing of the docks shot past your window for what seemed an eternity. the cab got stuck behind a small convoy of heavy goods vehicles that crawled along the pitted road under their load of huge box-steel sections.
Nearly everyone you saw was an Ork, downtrodden, mucky and dressed in coveralls or some industrial protective gear. Whilst it seemed some kind of a tired stereotype, the humans you saw sported nice looking suits, drove nice cars or wore the more expensive PPE of skilled workers.
It was hard not to notice the disparity and part of you resented it, your eyes catching the molten metal of a blast furnace and feeling your need for flame ignite within you.
Eventually, industry gave way to residential and Dunk bade you goodbye, hopping out at a tired looking tenement block with his kit bag.
The streets began to blur as your head rolled and bobbed with drowsiness but before long, the taxi pulled up to your apartment block and chimed a merry tune to wake you up.
You were home, at last.
The door opened with a creak and a stack of epaper adverts, flyers and reminders were stacked up on the welcome mat.
The place smelled fusty and unlived in, a pan half full of frying oil sat on the hob unwashed and a half-drunk mug of coffee sat on the table in the living room.
Your trid system popped into life as the home-node registered your entrance, notifying you of 2 messages received within the last fortnight.
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« Reply #6 on: <01-02-15/0635:02> »
___Zweiblumen___
The vacuum drone trundled up and down the landing outside your room in full-clean mode, stirring you out of your restless sleep.
The resonance well you found last month had stuck in your mind and even though you emerged stronger from your experience, something about it remained an enigma that kept gnawing at you, even when asleep.
You rolled over in bed and flipped the pillow to the cold side, teasing one eye open as you did.
Weak light streamed under and around the curtains and partially illuminated your well appointed bedroom and the noise of the boiling kettle downstairs told you your mother was up and doing.
TAYLOR!!! TAYLOR!!! I've done you a brew now get up you lazy git!!! she shouted up to you.
You hated it when she was up and around unsupervised, she was lethal on that walker and it was only a matter of time before she had a fall and bust her hip or wrist or something else.
Dragging yourself out of bed was a chore, last night's registration attempt had really taken it out of you, that little git kicked and wrenched its way out of your control and left you feeling bloody awful.
Your mum had thought you'd been dumped or something and kept prying you for info, eventually giving up and getting stroppy at your refusal to divulge details.
You felt better for a reasonable night's kip, but your head still ached and you felt woozy on your feet as you threw back the curtains to let the weak winter sunshine into your room.
A row of white-fronted victorian houses greeted you, as they always did. A distinctly middle-class street in a reasonable zone of middle-class Kensington wasn't a bad place to live, you'd certainly worked in worse.
You made a show of banging about so that your mum knew you were up and grabbed a quick shower, dressing and heading downstairs to grab your now lukewarm tea.
The Renraku arcology stood way off in the distance framed by the kitchen window, sheathed in a beautifully rendered ARO of a giant christmas tree, its baubles shining and glinting with the lighting strewn across it. Periodically a ticker scrolled across it promoting their January sales, where the new line of household drones would be featured at a massive 40% discount. You figured they were probably 40% more expensive before Christmas anyway as you clicked a couple slices of bread into the toaster.
Are you feeling better this morning dear? asked your mum from the living room
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« Reply #7 on: <01-02-15/0749:17> »
"Johnny!  It's never been better to see your ugly mug.  Cig?  That's not a question, fork it over and give us a light."  Knives lumbers up the stairs to the office.  A decent rest was certainly nice but that damp cellar floor was hardly decent and his back was stiff from not having properly warmed up.  "Holiday?  Yea that's a real laugh.  That was possibly the worst fuckin' job I've ever had!  Don't ever go to France mate, it's a fuckin shite hole."

Once he saw the whisky he knew the social bit was over and it was down to business.  He takes the glass and holds it up, staring at its contents as he answers, "Those bloody Maxwell's have been re-fuckin-lentless lately.  You know they sent that ware'd up troll wanker after me, yea?  Turned a corner while on the job and there was he was flappin his gob."  He rolls his injured shoulder a few times then gulps down the whiskey, "With a proper bed and a few decent meds I'll be right as rain in a day or two.  If Mick wants Maxwell blood I'll be more than happy to give it to him."
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« Reply #8 on: <01-02-15/0820:19> »
He grins and pops you a good one, one of the nicer brand of polish imports your boys specialised in.
It hit the spot better than the cheap shit you'd got in france and sat nicely on the palette with the decent whisky.
Haha, France would be alright it weren't full of the fucking French. Fuck, yea we heard about that. He seems to be their point man. Been a bit quiet o'late since you had to make yer escape, hearing ee's been in froggy-land makes a bit o'sense now. {scratching his stubble} Probably lying low.
Mick reckons the Maxwell boys 'ave a bit o'support from some fucking unknown. Started flexing their muscles all o'sudden, caught us on the 'op a bit. Word is that good ol' Ronnie Maxwell 'as got the ear of our local NDM top brass. And one of em in perticular as been a bit noisy about the upcoming re-licensing of a number of our boozers down the east end and three of em aren't gonna have their licenses renewed in the new year. Needless to say, this is a bit of a facking issue. Now, Mark Hatchwell was our inside man on the borough council's licensing committee, but his mail's been set to out of office for weeks and his 'ouse asn't seen any action for about the same. Doesn't take a fucking genius to see what's going on here so Mick needs you to go an' "'ave a word" with this uppity prick and show 'im that the facking Clerkenwells will not be pushed around by some fucking suit o' the Maxwells payroll. Right?
I'll drop the address and details of the NDM fucker..

His attention turns to the noise of footsteps coming up the metal stairway as the slender form of "the doc" fills the doorway.
Rapping on the frosted glass of the door, Johnny beckoned him in.
Awright Doc, Take a look at Knives's shoulder will you mate?
He looks back to you, get some rest yeah? I'll send over the details in a couple of days when you're all patched up. Tell Tim to look after the place for the afternoon. I've got a few house-calls to make.
He winked at you and patted you on your good shoulder before leaving you in the office with the doc.
The doc was attentive and thorough, cleaning the wound as best he could, though by its nature the crushing blow had done more internal damage than external.
He put in a couple of shots of anti-inflammatory agents and a dose of nano-debriders to help strip out the bruised and damaged tissue and sent you on your way.
Tim waved you over as you descended the steps, stood by the hangar doors he'd fired up a ridiculously large cigar as he cast a lazy eye over the busy workers manning the line. His badly fitting suit clearly marked him out as one of the young pretenders.
He reminded you a bit of yourself a few years back. Fresh into the family, you'd felt like a hotshot. Though you were given the shitty boring jobs at first, you'd soon earned the trust and worked your way up.
Maybe he'd be the same, maybe he wouldn't.
Awright Knives, you need a ride 'ome?
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« Reply #9 on: <01-02-15/0852:18> »
"I reckon Mick is right, those fraggers didn't grow balls all by themselves overnight.  Yea sounds good, I'll go 'ave a word with this bloke.  Make sure he sees things our way."  As The Doc enters Knives smiles to Johnny, "You got it mate.  Once I'm patched we'll go have a pint, on me."

After The Doc does his work Knives heads down the stairs and gives Tim a nod, "Yea I need a ride.  Johnny says it's on you to watch the place this afternoon, he's got some errands to run.  You been keepin' yer nose clean lad?"
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« Reply #10 on: <01-02-15/0915:29> »
His shoulders slump with the deflation of being put on guard duty again
Yeah, a bit too facking clean if you ask me. The bosses talk about all this facking action 'appenin and alls i get ta do is stand around wi' me thumb up me arse.
Darnt get me wrong Knives, Its a decent job an' all, just wish I could get me 'ands dirty a bit y'know? I'll call you a cab mate.

He presses a few buttons on his comm and offers you a drag on his oversize cigar as you stand in the large hangar doorway, watching the hustle and bustle of the docks district.
The mucky Thames sat off somewhere to your left, obscured by warehouses, fences and HGV's and a crisp winters day shone through the light cloud above. Beyond that lay the city proper, the high rise of the renraku arcology dwarfing the tower bridge and the rest of the once-dominating skyscrapers of the square mile financial district. A thin layer of smog hung around the peak of the arcology, hazing over the star at the top of its Christmas tree ARO way off in the distance.
The cocoa mills wafted a pungent smell of pseudo-chocolate over the air, mixing badly with the stench of the fish from the noisy packing lines running behind you.
It felt weird in a way, though you'd not been away that long, you almost expected things to have changed somehow. They hadn't of course, you were just one cog in a mighty machine after all.
The cab trundled back to your gaff down the pitted unmaintained roads and off out into slightly more residential dominated zones before pulling up outside the Fox and Hound opposite your gaff.
Tim had pre-paid the journey and the auto-cab re-joined the flow of traffic as you slammed the heavy door shut.
A new spray of graffiti covered the door to the tenement, but it was otherwise unchanged in your absence. Punching the code into the door lock you swing the heavy, reinforced door back on its noisy hinges and rifle through the post tray in the communal area. Your slot was filled with junk, epaper promos for the local takeaways, crime prevention tips for homeowners from the Met's outreach team and the usual bullshit.
A hand scrawled note from the landlord let you know that last month's payment had been invoiced off your pre-pay total and that you've got 4 left paid up front. It also said there'd been a leak through to the ground floor flats and a plumber had gone in to sort it. A commcode for the plumber finished off the torn paper for any questions.
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« Reply #11 on: <01-02-15/1328:23> »
"Yeah mum, yesterday was a rough day.  I'll  doin' some more consulting today in my office, so won't be around too much.  Maybe dinner 'round 6ish if that's a'right with you?  I can call in for some help if you need while I'm workin' again today, you know the doc said you had to be careful.  And if you won't take the help, please use the autocooker.  I know it's not as good as you cook, but we really can't have you getting hurt again.  You know you can just call me if you need anything while I'm out."

Taylor finishes his toast and heads into his office.  Closing the door, he sets up his fake deck for when his mum comes to check on him like he knows she will.  Still agitated that he lost that sprite yesterday he goes about carefully crafting another one.  While he's always been good with programming and the 'trix these past few years he's learned so much more.  And his comfort there makes so much more sense in retrospect.

With the self reflection done, he gets back to work.
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« Reply #12 on: <01-02-15/1400:21> »
Well i'm glad you're feeling better m'lad. Don't forget to get my prescription from the doctors now will you? they shut at 5 today and I'm on my last sleeping tablet, so don't forget! And I know what the doctor said and I'm not just going to sit and vegetate all day!
You heard the trid system fire up in the living room and poked your head around the door to check she was alright.
She'd put on some show about antiques and was sat with a brew in the mug you'd bought her for christmas and she looked happy enough.
You headed to the office and set to work for the day, determined to gain mastery over your creation this time.
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« Reply #13 on: <01-02-15/1500:14> »
Taylor sits down in his chair, leans back and closes his eyes.  He relaxes, and its like he's letting go of the meat.  Sometimes it feels to him like he has to strain in order to be part of the "real" world.  The dull, slow, dead "meat" world.

In his, literal, comfort zone, he looks archaic.  He has a loose white buttom up with slightly puffy sleeves and a dark grey vest, and dark tight trousers over sharply polished ankle boots.  Arm garters at his elbows, a green visor and a monocle complete the look.  His desk is a well appointed heavy wooden monstrosity straight out of a Charles Dickens story.  He actually looks almost like a young Scrouge behind his accountants desk.  He opens his ledger and begins working on writing a new assistant.  Then he dips into the resonance and calls forth the sprite.  There is a sharp bark and a red spaniel comes and curls up at his feet.
<<<Good boy Winston, welcome to my home.  Looks like we're off to a great start here.  Lets see if we can get you a bit more comfortable 'round these parts>>>
With the dog/sprite here it's time to let the 'trix know he's actually welcome.  Taylor starts with the long and arduous task of making GOD think the Winston here is a normal thing that belongs.  As he's going through each bit he remembers his recent journey into the Resonance.  It was his first time breaching that layer.  Finding that Well had been nothing short of a miracle.  Once he finally took the dive, in his clasic diving suit and brass helmet of course, it was a literally mind bending experience.  Everything he thought he knew about the Matrix was turned on its head.  The swiriling tumolt of the data flows was blindingly beautiful as it ate away at his very core.  He could feel himself slipping further and further away.  But if felt so natural, so right.  He belonged there.  He had to force himself away, knowing that if he stayed to long he would loose himself entirely.  Fighting, wrenching, driving his way back.  As he returned to the Grid he found he was able to sense data much more clearly.  Distances seemed less, and busy flustering icons were less distracting.  The noise of the matrix quieted down just a notch.
Time slipped by and Taylor was completely obvlivious to it.  Winston sat patiently at his side watching intently with eyes too smart for a normal agent/dog.  As he finished, it was almost as if Winston wanted to be a part of this world for a while.  He gave Taylor no troubles and seemed eager to help, much like his icon would in the meat.  With that complete, he attached a collar to Winston that sported a nice tag with his name on it and set a bowl of data down by the foot of the desk for him to go through.  Details about his house and what gear he had with a morsel of current events and holiday says chaff for flavor.
The task complete he took the opportunity to get in a bit of gaming, he had a Victorian crime simm he was really enjoying right now.  Just as he started, his alarm for 4:30 went off letting him know he had to get back to the Meat and take care of errands.
Patting Winston on the head, he said <<<@Winston [Mams] Time to go pup, lets see what the world has for us today.>>>

Coming back to the "real" world was always awakening to boredom for Taylor.  Time slowed down, and everything moved at a snails pace.  Shaking the cobwebs, he headed to the kitchen and grabbed a biscuit.  Checking on his mum, still watching some trid about the Royals from the 1990s or something.  Shaking his head he hollered "Off to get your meds Mum, gonna stop by the Stick on my way back for a pint.  I'll be home for dinner!"
He heads out the door with an AR of Winston following him down the street to the drug store.
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Ok love! she shouted through as you zipped up your coat.
The heavy wooden door slammed shut behind you as the cold dusk hit your lungs. It had been one of those lovely crisp winter's days and the sun had dipped behind the city's high rises casting a lovely orange hue onto the light cloud cover. You shove your hands deep into your pockets and head up the road towards the small GP surgery your mum was registered at.
You were practically on their lunchtime sandwich order, you popped in so frequently.
The young lass on reception smiled at you as you stepped in to the overly warm waiting area.
A few pension age folk sat staring at the trid panel as BBC news 24 prattled on about the financial news. They were obviously tried hard to ignore the screaming kid and the indifferent looking young mother lamely rocking the pram whilst tapping away on her comm screen.
come for the repeat prescription? Oh, I meant to say last week, she's due her quarterly medicines review with the nurse consultant. Do you want to book it now or shall I send an appointment out to you?
She smiled as you took the sealed bag and headed back out into the cold evening.
You swung a right and headed up for a swift half to offset your hunger and have a change of scenery from your old mum.
The traffic picked up as you hit the main road, evening commuters heading home in nice cars and sales shoppers emerging out if the underground in search of bus connections and something to eat on the way home.
"The Stick" was doing a good trade this evening, a mix of locals and passers through laughing and drinking the working week away in preparation for the start of the weekend.
Someone had ordered the steak and ale pie, the waitress walked past with it on a tray with a pint of dark ale and your stomach rumbled hungrily.
Those slices of toast seemed an awful long time ago.
A couple of the suits noticed your approach and nudged their mates, smirking at your outfit as you headed up to the bar. John seemed to be the only barman on this evening and he looked a bit hot under the collar as the pub was busier than he'd bargained for.
He looked up at you as he finished pulling a Guinness,
What you having mate?
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