Shadowrun
Shadowrun Play => Play-by-Post => Topic started by: Stuttrboy on <09-21-16/1701:45>
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The room is dark except for the amber display from your computer, the ambience from the trideo and the atrium light where Sheldon is feasting on the crickets you just released into his cage. So basically as bright as it ever is. The information is coming so fast it's almost too much to handle.
>>>Creepy Critters if the Sixth World will be back after these messages. <<<
>>>Anyone tried that new canned ork beer that's supposed to taste like Hurrlgh?<<<
>>>--/--/-- Blutz<<<
>>>Why would you want to?<<<
>>>--/--/-- Pepele...<<<
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]>>>You see those murders at the pier?<<<
>>>--/-- Creeper<<<
>>IKR Chilling!<<<
>>>--/-- NEOsama<<<
>>>I heard that even though they guy was torn to pieces there was almost no blood. What's that called again ex-serenaded?<<<
>>>---/--- Chromeboy<<<
.>>>No you idiot, they didn't sing him to death<<<
>>>---/-- IronBard<<<
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>>>i hate you haiku
you are very hard to do
go back to japan<<<[
>>>--/-- Anon<<<
Your com pings with a message from Gunderson >>>Get to the Organ Grinders Vicki's got some unwanted guests, get rid of them<<<. Part of the deal with Gunderson is that you can't turn down his jobs. It isn't until you get there that you realize he didn't even tell you hom much he was paying.
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I switch to VR and boot up Huey, Dewey, and Louie and check out the the inside of the Organ Grinders while composing a message to Gunderson.
I'm here, getting some intel before I head in. How much is this job paying? Ammo ain't cheap ya know.
Once inside I attempt to discern the number of intruders and get an idea of where they are in relation to Vicki.
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I will consider the interest on your loan paid for the month. Now get to it. It's called a panic button for a reason.
There are three active PANs inside you can't tell much else..
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I burst in gun drawn Freeze scumbags, I yell. man I've always wanted to say that.
[spoiler]Increased reflexes force 5 (http://orokos.com/roll/438704): 10d6t5 3
edge reroll (http://orokos.com/roll/438707): 7d6t5 3
drain 5 (http://orokos.com/roll/438708): 10d6t5 1
edge reroll (http://orokos.com/roll/438709): 9d6t5 3
I'm at +4 reaction +3d6 reflexes
I had 4 successes on a force 5 spell that had 6 successes is my drain still 5P or is it 6P because of the extra success?
Initiative initiative (http://orokos.com/roll/438712): 4d6+10 21[/spoiler]
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There are indeed three people here standing at the far end of the morgue proper. Two thugs in gang colors you don't recognize turn to look at you confused and a young fresh faced girl who couldn't be more than 19 ducks behind a wood paneled cashiers station. The two thugs see you pointing a gun at them and dive for cover reaching for their guns. One yells back at the girl You set us up you fucking bitch, you're dead.
You get first action.
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Wrong move assholes.
I take aim and fire a burst first two shots on the speaker and last shot on the other guy.
[spoiler]burst fire bullet 1 (http://orokos.com/roll/438787): 10d6t5 4
burst fire bullet 2 (http://orokos.com/roll/438789): 10d6t5 2
burst fire bullet 3 2nd target (http://orokos.com/roll/438790): 10d6t5 1
Not too impressive over all hopefully these aren't tough mooks.[/spoiler]
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Your first burst drops the ganger who spoke as they dive for cover. Your second flies wide and the last ganger fires widely missing you. Your last burst connects but doesn't seem to hurt him much, but Vicki steps up behind him and takes him out with a shot to the head.
Thanks, says Vicki. These punks were about to start busting the place up.
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Sure. What did they mean by you selling them out? You want me to call Gunderson to clean up tje mess?
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Vickie ponders a bit and shrugs. Because I called for help, I suppose. No I don't need help with that. Who do you think he calls when he needs that done.
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Who were those guys? Anyone I should keep an eye out for? Afterwards I do a once around to make sure no more are hanging out then call Gunderson.
I secured the place and did a sweep. It all looks fine now. Call me when you have some actual paying work. I can't keep working on credit you know.
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She shrugs. No idea. Seems like every month or so some new gang comes here thinking neutral means free pickings, then they learn the hard way. Paying Gunderson for legit protection is worth every cent.
Your sweep reveals no further gangers...at least not any sporting those same colors.
Sure. Come by the bar and grab a bite on me. Wait a bit and something might come up.
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I had to the next round and order something expensive since it's on Gunderson and enjoy a decent meal. Afterwards I wait patiently playing a matrix game in AR until he has something for me...or I get bored and go home if it takes more than a few hours.
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You shoot zombies for about ninety minutes while keeping an eye on the goings on. During that time you see no less than half a dozen people talk to Gunderson. Most for only a few minutes, some a bit longer. Arachne, I've got something for you.
You join him and he continues, Seems some people have gone missing. Mostly its been homeless people, but they are transients hard to keep track of. Still keep getting people telling me they wouldn't just up and leave...seems there is a crash house on Wuxley ask around, investigate you find out whats making them disappear and take care of it or them and you get 2 grand and up to 500 in expenses reimbursed.
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Goddammit Gunderson I told you not to call me that. I hate that name.
2 g's to find some missing hobo's? What's your angle on this. You cant tell me they are paying you for this.
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They aren't paying for it I am and I'm not paying you to ask questions. Now go talk to them.
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That's exactly what you're paying me for, literally to ask questions. I have a reason for wanting to know, the more information I have the better chance I have for getting to the bottom of the issue. Chill out old man you'll blow a gasket.
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Gunderson scowls at you for a moment. Fine. You got me there. The fact is there are other people missing as well but I don't know if they are connected so I'm not going to tell you about them. If you find a connection then I'll know. Now go talk to them.
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Okay. I'll go check out the squat at Wuxley. I get the address from Gunderson and hop in my car. Find a bum and talk to him.
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Wuxley is the decrepit part of South Cross. The crash house is about a block away from a local soup kitchen so it's a popular place for the homeless or a runner on the lamb looking to blend in. The corner of the building has caved in from some long untended defect. A number of homeless people mill about outside and when you enter the building proper you see many unconscious or zoned out from whatever flavor of drug they may be abusing. What few look like they might be capable of answering questions look at you with suspicion.
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I approach one of the suspicious ones, slowly, hands out. while saying, Gunderson sent me. I'm here to help. He said some of you have gone missing and you're worried. You hear about any of that? Know anyone who might have seen or heard something?
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The old lady you singled out turns a bit as if to run, until you talk then she squints at you. What does Gunderson care? Then she looks down and mutters. I don't know nothin' 'bout nothin'.
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Sure. That's a perfectly reasonable attitude to have, but I'm not the cops, I'm not looking to pinch anyone. This is simply, a rare, community service. Gunderson thinks there might be more going on that meets the eye so he's looking into it and making things safer for your chums here at the same time. It's a win win situation, those don't come by very often.
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Win for you not necessarily me. Maybe you save a few of us, maybe I was never in danger. What do I get out of this?
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Oh, sure. I know info isn't free. I told you I'm not shaking you down. I'll pay if you've point me in the right direction, That goes without saying.
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fine. You wanna talk to the cap'n. Captain Trips he calls his self. Seems ta me he ain't that trustworthy of a source but he's the one what's been telling everyone, he's the one who told Gunderson.
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Do you know where I might find this Captain Trips? If she knows I will give her a 100 nuyen. If not I'll ask around to see if anyone knows and split it with the 50/50, then head out to find this guy.
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A few blocks away you find a group of homeless sitting around a trashcan fire passing around a bottle. One of them is wearing a naval cap of some kind. That must be the captain the woman told you about. You approach him and he looks ashen and has a fit of wracking coughs just as you get within earshot. He wipes his mouth with his sleeve and you see it come away slick with blood.
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I pull my bandana up over my mouth, just in case. Damn Cap, you don't look so good. You been to a clinic? Gunderson sent me, said you had some missing friends, but maybe we should get you to the doctor.
Please say no. I don't want to have to sterilize my car.
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The old man squints at you. Do I know you friend? Nah, my debts come due. Damn Devil rat in the sewer bit me. Blood infection, probably Vitas. He wheezes a bit and is shaken by another fit of coughing. He holds his hands up as you recoil. I ain't contagious, been with my mates here since I been bit and they ain't sick.
Gunderson's actually looking into the monster eh? Fucker came up outta this manhole cover and snatched up Bill like a goddamn trap door spider. I can show you where. We ain't too far...course, and I hate to ask, but me mates are tryin' ta send me off right and I could use some more booze for the pain ya see... he stifles another cough looking at you hopefully.
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Aww, damn. I'm sorry to hear that Cap that's a raw deal. Hell yeah I'll contribute here's 200 you party hard you hear me, laugh in that fuckers face when he comes to take right. I'll try and avenge your friend while I'm at too. You said this was some kinda spider monster in the sewer? Shit I may need back up. Show me where it was.
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His eye light up when you send over the money. Ah, Thank ye lass, yer a good sort. Nah it weren't a spider, that was a metaphor, a simile to be precise. Nah it was pale, human-ish, claws, moved fast too, didn't get a very good look. Trips takes you to a manhole cover a few blocks away stopping only a few times to catch his breath of a fit of coughing. If ya go in there be careful girl. I got bit heading south in there trying ta follow it, you don't want to wind up like me. Good luck to ya and I'll laugh in that pale fucks face when he finds me and I'll tell him to watch his ass when he comes for you. You think you've made a friend...as short lived as it might be.
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Righteous Cap! Go have fun, I'll be careful. Once in the sewer I turn on the flashlight on my com-link and head south. I draw my gun and watch out for rats devil or otherwise.
Child of Iktomi come to me I summon a Force 4 spirit of beasts
[spoiler]summon resist drain (http://orokos.com/roll/440194): 10d6t5 4
Resist (http://orokos.com/roll/440198): 4d6t5 1
drain (http://orokos.com/roll/440199): 10d6t5 2 ouch[/spoiler]
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A large spider crawls out of the aether and onto your shoulder greeting you in the ancient Sioux ways. After you head south a while the sewer T's but you see a flickering light to west. Investigating quickly you come across a pile of trash cluttering the entrance to a small room. A trashcan fine is going and a pale human sits near it apparently in VR based on its posture trodes and deck in front of it. Upon closer inspection this human is very pale has razor sharp claws and appears to be slightly rotting. This is a ghoul.
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Ah, a ghoul. That's exactly what Captain Trips described wasn't it. I walk up to the ghoul ready for any movement. I check out its rig in a cool profesional interest. If it so much as twitches I sic the spirit on him and put a burst into its head.
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You splatter brains against the wall and the world has one less ghoul in it. You can't help but think this was an easy job...maybe too easy, but no sense looking a gift horse in the mouth. The ghoul was hunched over a hermes chariot, it's scuffed and used but in perfectly good condition once you wipe the blood off of it.
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I look around for more ghouls drawn by the sound. I take a picture with my com and send a link to Gunderson while gathering up my new deck. This does seem too easy, I wonder when the other shoe will drop.
>>Trips led me to a sewer and pointed me in this direction. He described a ghoul and I found him and shot him. I think I solved our problem.<<
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Gunderson texts you back almost immediatelyI don't think so. One of Trips buddies just called said he got nabbed while waiting for some girl, I assume that was you. Keep looking. Some of those ghouls do work for some of us in exchange for uh...medical waste. I hope you didn't geek someone with friends.
You check the logs on the dead mans rig. He'd been logged on for hours. There's no way he could be the one to take Trip even if he'd somehow been able to stash him. This guy probably didn't have anything to do with the other missing folks either what with the similar MO. But look on the bright side. You got a new deck out of it.
You break into cold sweats as you realized you just murdered an innocent, but you quickly snap out of it when you hear screams echoing through the tunnels.
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It was a ghoul surfing the matrix what the fuck was I thinking? If he were a monster he wouldn't have been hacking he would be eating people. Dammit
Upon hearing the screams I rush towards the sound casting Increased Reflexes and sending the spirit to lead me to trips. I open my mind to the astral hoping to better find auras in the gloom.
[spoiler]Increased Reflexes F5 (http://orokos.com/roll/440610): 9d6t5 3 +2 +1d6 init
drain resist (http://orokos.com/roll/440611): 10d6t5 3 no drain[/spoiler]
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A little of the inky polluted mana slips past your defenses as you drawn power for the spell your head hurts and your hands shake a bit after casting. The potency of the spell withers and the price of the power higher. You stumble a bit as you splash towards the screams that are suddenly choked off. The passage way T's before you and you send your spirit one way and slog the other keeping a tenuous mental contact.
Moments later you see a shadowy form stuffing Trips body into a drainage pipe. You call your spirit to your side as the ghoul turns to face you.
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I point my gun at him and say Stop right there asshole. Did you kill him? You're the one hunting the homeless here aren't you.
What am I doing talking to this monster? He killed Trip. No. After the last one we make damn sure even if it looks obvious.
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No, I did not kill that meat. That meat is sick. You were the one I smelled, your meat smells fresh. The ghoul licks its lips with a forked tongue. Perhaps I will take you to the Bishop, come quietly put down your gun, dismiss your spirit and I won't hurt you.
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I cock my head to the side as if considering the offer. I don't think so Asshole. I sic the spirit on it and open fire,
[spoiler]initiative, burst (http://orokos.com/roll/441886): 2d6+8 14 9d6t5 3[/spoiler]
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The bullets slam into the ghoul causing it to stumble and your spirit jumps on him bearing him to the ground slashing and tearing at each other. the ghoul is wounded but still tears glowing rents through the spider in retaliation.
[spoiler]You get one more action then roll init again for the new round of combat.[/spoiler]
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He's wounded. Maybe he would surrender if I offered him the chance. He may be the only one who can tell me who this bishop is. No he's a monster, he's kidnapping and eating people. He was going to take trip or me. I can't let it have the chance to continue.
I fire another burst at it. Bullets can't hurt a spirit right?
[spoiler]burst, initiative (http://orokos.com/roll/441976): 9d6t5 3 2d6+8 13[/spoiler]
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Your second burst riddles it's body as it paws weakly at the spider spirit, but it reaches for it's throat as the spirit rips out the astral equivalent of its throat and then lies still. You hear coughing coming from the access drain as your spirit limps to your side. You find Trip beaten and bruised, but alive.
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I pull Cap out of the sewer drain and check him over to make sure he's okay, then start heading back out of the sewers. After a few steps I stop and say, Hold up a sec Cap. I get a picture of Cap and the dead ghoul.
Okay Gundie, I'm damn sure I got the right one this time, but we gotta talk, I think I found your link. I'm just gonna get Cap back up topside.
Damn Cap. You are one tough sonuvabitch you know what? Let's get you outta here.
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Cap staggers against you coughing and wheezing trying to catch his breath. Once you reach topside he heaves a bit on his hands and knees scarlet droplets sprinkle the dust and dead grass under the the artificial lights. Cap rolls over his back against the chain link fence at the mouth of the Alley and spits a wad of blood on ground and sighs. He smiles at you his mouth still red from the blood. I laughed right in that sonofabitch's face...just like you said, girl...Just like you said. God damn I am going to have a special kind of hangover tomorrow. He chuckles a moment but is interrupted by another coughing fit.
Yeah okay, come get your money and show me this connection then.
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I'm touching him, he's not touching me, I'm touching him, he's not touching me, I'm touching him, he's not touching me. I think it over and over again like a mantra in my head. Once out of the sewer I back away and do a little creep out dance to shake it off and try not to think of the blood I will have to scrub out of my coat.
Aw, Jesus Cap you gonna be okay? You sound like shit. I told you to go buy yourself a party why were you sticking around for me? You're lucky one of your mates saw you get snatched or I may not have found you. I thought I'd already killed the ghoul that was taking people.
Here look, this is my com, you give me a call if you need anything I gotta go talk to Gunderson. Let's get you to your mates okay?
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now what kinda man would I be if I didn't worry about the young lady that was helpin' us? Guess it's a good thing I did stick around, made sure you got the right one didn't it? You know I'm dead anyhow, what's better bait 'n me? Thanks fer gettin' me back to my mates. I'll have em pick me up some bliss for me tomorrow...lord knows I'll need it.
You get back to Gunderson and he transfers the money to you. You been busy today. You should have that debt paid off in no time. So you said you found evidence of a link? Let's see it.
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The ghoul said he would take me to see the bishop if I surrendered. I wasn't about to do that but that might be your link. I don't what groups are being targetted besides the homeless, but maybe there's a new cult around...something to listen for anyway.
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That's not really much to go on, but we'll keep our ears open for that. You look, and smell, like shit, you should get cleaned up and get some rest. I'll let you know if I find any more work for you.
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Thanks Gundie. I'll keep my ears open about this Bishop fella too and let you know if I find anything.
I go home and get cleaned up then send a message to Shaun.
Hey Weston, I know it's a long shot but have you heard anything about a cult in Redmond Barrens or some guy calling himself the Bishop or a bishop. Looking into some stuff here and I've sort of hit a brick wall on info.
I killed three people today. Two of them needed killing probably. Not so sure about the third guy. I mean on one hand he was a ghoul...he ate meta-human flesh. On the other Gunderson said some survive off of medical waste and while still gross hardly worth a death sentence. Well I can't change what I did but I can make sure I don't forget what I did, and I have a reminder right here with me.
I pull out the Hermes Chariot, get it cleaned up and check out what programs are loaded onto it. I set it up to work more to my tastes and optimize things for a bit then hit the sack.
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You wake up about 8 hours feeling much better after your rest. You notice a message on your link.
[spoiler]You have recovered from your fatigue and regain 1 edge.[/spoiler]
Dammit something is wrong with me I hate to ask but you seem like you can take care of yourself...Besides I ain't never got your name.
--Captain Trips
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I head over to find out what is wrong with Cap. I'll ask around if I can't find him with his pals.
Hey, just got your message Cap. I'm heading that way let me know where you are if you aren't with your pals. My name's Sam by the way...Sorry I should have told you.
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You find Trips with his friends but he's sitting huddled in a corner rocking back and forth with his arms around his knees. His hood is pulled down but he appears to be in pain from the moans and occasional gasps of breath.
He's been like that for hours, one of the friends says. He just waves us off when we get close. He won't drink, we got him some bliss but it didn't seem to help.
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I go up to Cap and squat in front of him to get a look at him. I'm here Cap. How can I help?
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Trip looks up at you and he face is paler and the pain in his eyes is clear. He winces as his body spasms and lets out a low moan as if too tired of the pain to scream. At least I ain't coughing no more. Ain't nothin helps this though. Not booze, not bliss. Hell I don't even know why I called you, what can you do. At least I learned yer name. It was nice ta meet you Sam.
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It was very nice to meet you too Cap. I don't know how to help. I mean maybe I could find someone who can get you some narco-jet or something. You want me to take you to a doctor or something?
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I speaks, punctuated with agonizing spasm. Nah, I ain't got the money for them to tell me there ain't nothin ta do. I didn't expect the drugs to not work. I took three hit of bliss and I don't feel shit. Hell I'm even sober. My taste buds are all fucked too. I took a few pulls on the bottle we had going round, it was vile I couldn't even choke it down I thought I'd vomit just from the taste. I figured I'da OD'd or suffocated by now.
Your com beeps. It's from Gunderson Come talk to me, we have business and it needs to happen now. Not over a link, face to face.
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Dammit I have to go Cap. Gundersons got me on a short leash right now. I'll ask about the narco-jet...maybe we can get you some relief for a bit at least.
I head over to see Gunderson as ordered.
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Gunderson waves you over and discusses a few things with you in hushed tones.
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[spoiler]???[/spoiler]
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stuff for later
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[spoiler]Why are we doing this?[/spoiler]
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Gunderson contacted you to hack Vicki's system at the Organ Grinder. You uncovered some evidence that Vicki had contacted the Giants before the initial contact and it appears she set them up to use Gundersons protection to have them killed. Meanwhile Trips agony has continued and as you guessed he has become infected by the Kreiger Strain and is turning into a ghoul. He is begging you to kill him... and go.
[spoiler]Feel free to post now...I'm just going to do a quick recap.[/spoiler]
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Dammit Trip, don't make me do this. I can't just shoot you. Look there's supposed to be other ghouls down here too. They can help you, get you through the change and...you know. I mean you were going to die and now you might live longer than me. You should really think about this. I just, I just can't do it while you are distraught, you know, don't make a hasty decision. Just give it a little time, for me. Will ya do that for me?
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Give it time?! I ain't gonna just get over having to kill and eat people you don't just get over that, girl! I...I can't do that
Just do it Sam, he whispers. Please. I've had a good life, don't let me end it with killing folks.
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Look Trip, I have an idea that might take care of that. I can't promise anything but hold on for a little while before you make any final decision.
I head to the Organ Leggers and confront Vicki. Hey so I came across some information about those creeps who were hassling you yesterday. Seems someone here contacted them before they showed up here. Looking at it in a certain light it almost seems like they were lured here and then you abused your protection from Gunderson to get them killed for you to make a little money off of. Do you think Gunderson will be pissed about that?
[spoiler]Before I get there I summon a spirit of beasts and cast improved reflexes
Summon for 4, resist, drain (http://orokos.com/roll/462590): 8d6t5 2 4d6t5 1 10d6t5 4
imp refl force 5, drain (http://orokos.com/roll/462591): 8d6t5 3 10d6t5 4 +2 +1d6 init 1 stun [/spoiler]
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What? No it's not like that at all. The asshole leader used to... She looks at you a little closer. You don't care about the real reason do you? I can recognize a shakedown when I see one. What do you want?
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No it's... I sigh. No it's not like that. I'm sorry. That probably came off a lot colder than I meant it. I want to know what your side of it is and I was thinking we could, you know, trade favors. If you're legit we can spin this so you don't sound like a lunatic and I have a friend with special needs that you might be able to help.
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If you say so. Fine. Yeah I called them but I was trying to get their leader to meet me here. The reason for that is a long complicated story that I am not sharing with you because it is of an extremely personal nature. I'll leave it at the dirt bag committed multiple felonies of which I was the victim and deserves to be put down. I thought he might come with backup and I would have used Gunderson to help with that but I called him to meet me here, but instead he's been sending his goons and that's how he knows where they were going. They weren't trying to shake me down they were trying to take me back to him and I didn't want to go.
How are you going to spin that and what does your friend need?
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That sounds legit to me, I'll just explain it that way unless you have a better idea that fits the data I have. I was the first one to respond to your call so I can verify that certainly fits the reaction from you and the gangers.
I have a friend who has recently become a, well I'm pretty sure he's a ghoul now and he's, er hungry. I feel a little responsible and Gunderson said there was some social ones in the sewers. I'm kinda hoping you handle procuring their food and I was wondering if you could add my friend to the list.
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She stares at you for a minute. Well you really aren't one for tact are you. That's a pretty insulting accusation to be hurling around. If it were true that might seriously hurt a legitimate business-womans reputation. However I may know who might be involved, but this wouldn't be free.
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How much are we talking? I am doing you a favor, maybe you can get me a discount?
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You're talking about Trip aren't you? I heard he was grabbed and pulled into the sewers. A fucking ghoul, poor bastard.
If the guy I think is doing it, is actually the one doing it I will have him contact him and first... "meal"... will be on me, that's all I can promise. After that you will have to discuss prices with him.
We square on this?
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Sure. I appreciate it.
I head over to The Next Round to fill Gunderson in on the details. Presenting the evidence I found in such a way as to back up the scenario Vicki mentioned.
Looks to me like Vicki contact the leader of the giants about something and he sent some goons in response. They were clearly trying to make her do something she didn't want to do when I got there, but if the boss sent them that's how they'd know to go to Vicki about it. I've slept since then but I think they said something about taking her out. Her need was legit but she may have said something stupid to get them to come down on her. You think she's taking advantage of you somehow? She seems smart enough to cover her tracks better if that were true. I found this stuff pretty easy so it's not like she was trying to hide it, in my professional opinion it was a simple mistake.
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I suppose that explains my biggest question. Your professional opinion huh? I suppose I'll call her and let her talk her way out of it. I didn't really think she was being malicious, but I have to investigate or people start thinking they can take advantage.
Then again, looking at it in a certain light it almost seems like they were lured here and then she abused her protection from me to get them killed to make a little money off of. He says his eyes never looking up from the PDA.
You feel yourself go a little pale hearing almost the exact same words you used to confront Vicki.
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Well yeah... Worst case scenario she could be. I think if that were the case she would have tried to hide the call at least a little. Her story checks out with the one call and my experience from the first job. Are you pissed that I tried to get Trip help while I was investigating? I didn't...I didn't think it was that big of a deal.
Did I fuck up Gunderson?
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Gunderson raises his eyebrow at you. Yeah you fucked up, but I'm trying to decide how badly you did. It isn't about you helping Trip it's about you not giving me the full debrief. I don't think you were trying to screw me over but I don't think the job was completed satisfactorily either.
What do you think is appropriate?
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I cut some corners in the report, maybe. I didn't hide any information from you, I didn't screw you over. I understand that you feel that the conversation was shady but it was an interrogation tactic. That's why I didn't mention it because I figured she would be more likely to give me the truth if it seemed like I was conspiring. Her story scanned Gunderson that's all it was.
I don't know what you want from me. You basically own me at this point so I guess there's not much I can do if you want to cut my pay or something, but I thought you trusted me enough this wouldn't be such a big deal. If I violated your trust I'm sorry but I would never have screwed you over.
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FIne, but let me be clear. I expect you to be totally up front about this sort of thing in the future. I don't mind anything that you did, right up until you didn't tell me about it. Do we understand each other?
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Crystal, I nod. I'm sorry. I didn't even think about it that way.
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Look kid, I like you, but I have trust issues. It's an adapted survival trait. I suggest you think about all the angles in the future. Gunderson places a credstick on the table in front of you.
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You got it. I pocket the cred stick and toss him casual semi-salute as I leave. Later Gunderson.
I head home for some much needed sleep. When I get there I find I need to unwind a bit so I log onto the matrix and start surfing. Checking out the specs on my new deck, looking into the lasted gossip. A second murder has made the news same guy as the pier probably with the body torn to shreds and all. A few of the talking faces discuss the likelihood of it being the same guy or a copy cat. All idle speculation. Rumors of a monster in Redmond, some of the locals are calling it the return of the Slender Man. A few comments about increased visitation to the local graveyard have made the rounds as well. A lot sure seems to be happening these days.
I finally unwind enough to catch some sleep and dream of spirits and circuitry.
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You wake up refreshed with a text on your com link. Next round 2100 hours. Got a project for you.
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I'm going to spend the next few hours doing matrix searches on our neighborhood looking for gossip current events type stuff, sticking to the shadow-boards and that sort of thing. Then I will head to The Next Round at 2030ish.
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