Chewing on the thick flavors of oil, grime and stainless steel as he peered into the auras of those around him. Kynos, in particular, was akin to looking at a blackened festering wound. So deep and profound was his augmentations that barely little of the elf remained. And what did remain, was more machine than metahuman. Flesh and bone unnaturally sculpted into a facsimile of a person. Not even a heart remained within that chromed hollow.
The others weren't as hard to look at. Or smell and taste for that matter. Much of their essence, their soul, was altered by cyberware or bioware alike. Wheely's aura was dim to behold but still had the sparks of life and fear strong within him. His augmentations were like what he claimed to be, that of a rigger.
Simone, both street samurai and field medic. Her aura wasn't as dark and lifeless as that of Kynos', but still she glowed cold in the Astral. Powerful emotions lay within her bosom that kept her more animated than the promises of murder. However, she is one more operation away from turning into a living drone.
Yobu was an enigma. Even to Maxwell. The way he burns so bright on the Astral marked him as an awakened adept. That wasn't the oddity though. Yobu's body was augmented with subtle cultured bioware that marred naught his essence. Allowing him to enjoy the benefits of modern science and magic without the two working against one another. To Maxwell this feat was unheard of until now. Later, once he has the chance, Maxwell will inquire as to how this marvelous union came to be.
Nothing truly remarkable about Iriss' augmentations. Typical chrome for a street samurai. Her mood and demeanor towards Kynos was just as enjoyable on the Astral as it was in meat space. Kynos' verbal jab at the she-elf's ego left quite the impression on the sniper. Almost too easy to torment.
While trying to stifle a laugh the chaos mage chimes in with an omen of his own. "Yeah, he'll only be infuriated instead. Still, on that note, I full-heartedly support his prudent caution. Magicians such as myself are keepers of secrets so arcane and pagan. Diligently I have kept nightmares too bleak for dreams from running loose upon this world. Please, I implore you to heed our word and work together under this command. I'd rather not be undone again by another one of my fellow runners. Or else... I shall put you to my altar and test you under my fiery crucible."