foxglove
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“This is my surprised face,” Foxglove droned sarcastically as she watched the buzzcuts pull off after Sharon’s cab. She punched a command into her comlink, and suddenly the black Phoenix became the same color as the majority of the other cars on the streets–because there was always a common color, no matter where you went–and the license plate shifted to something different to go with the new look. The elf pulled out after the boys, keeping a decent distance and not acting too eager to get anywhere.
Foxglove planned as she drove, putting together a general idea for the boys, then creating another plan that was a slight variation in case Baldy and Tusker Chrome were also part of this. Then she decided on a plan B, plan C, and Contingency plan for both variations.
With those in place, Foxglove picked up her pace, passing the two following cars and the cab, but keeping them in her rear-view mirror. She needed to keep an eye on them, but she wanted to get to Sharon’s place before either of her possible targets did.
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Well…that was easier than she expected.
Foxglove was counting on the fact that they were in a tourist bar to make it easier to get out with the unconscious girl, but she had expected Sharon’s “old friend” to have at least a little bit more to say on the matter.
Whatever his reason, she wasn’t going to worry about it at the moment. She payed for their drinks with the credstick Sharon had given her, then made her way outside to hail a cab. Being evening in tourist town, there were already a few outside waiting for possible fares. Foxglove chose one, slipped the girl into the back seat, gave the cabby the address to her home and some rather firm direction for the man to make sure she got inside safely. Knowing that cabbies were all part of a union with rules and regulations, she was confident the man would do as asked. To make the job a little sweeter for him, Fox used that same credstick to pay for the fare, along with a very hefty tip.
With that taken care of, the elf began a tick-down timer for 200 seconds in her cyberware, watching it in the corner of her right eye as she made her way to her own vehicle nearby, keeping an eye and ear out for anyone leaving the bar that might be following Sharon’s cab. “Hey, Baby.” She said to the car, patting the top as she opened the door, “It’s time to get to work.” Foxglove slipped into the driver’s seat of the black, manual transmission GMC Phoenix, to watch and to wait. If there was any suspicious activity that was headed in the same direction of the cab, she’d take off after them to follow. If there wasn’t, Foxglove would wait until there were 30 seconds remaining on her timer before starting the car, revved the engine at 3, 2, 1, then took off after the cab to see who had taken the bait.
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At the age of 41, Foxglove has been in the Shadowrunning biz for a long time. As such, she had a very good idea of how long it would take the patch to take effect, and so knew to catch the girl before she could split her head open on the bathroom floor. She then took Sharon into one of the bathroom stalls, barely even noticing the girl’s meager weight, closing the door behind them. Once inside the stall, Foxglove positioned the girl in front of the toilet as if she were vomiting, pressing her knees and hands onto the bathroom floor to pick up the grime that always collects there.
Once she was satisfied with the results, she took them back out of the stall and over to the sink where she flicked water onto Sharon, slicking it over her exposed skin to look like sweat.
This wasn’t the first time she’d done a smash-and-grab from a bar.
With that done, Foxglove scooped Sharon up to carry her bride-style, tossed her pink hair out of her face, and walked back out into the bar. “Sorry, Roy,” she said as she passed him on her way toward the door, “not feeling well.”
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Foxglove was liking this job less and less as Sharon gave her description of the man, each descriptor drastically shortening the list for what she might be dealing with. If he was what she thought he might be, he was a long way from home.
Her thoughts were halted when Sharon suddenly became all hands and kisses, and the elf frowned in irritation. She pulled her head back just enough to avoid the incoming kiss, her left hand going into her jacket pocket, then back out and underneath the front of the girl’s shirt, the tip of her pinky trailing along the edge of Sharon’s hip to find her waist at her stomach. At first it would seem almost like Foxglove was getting into it…until the chill of the tranquilizer patch sticking to her skin registered, and the effects took hold. That should keep her out for a good six hours…give or take an hour, she thought with a small amount of relief.
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Foxglove had to correct herself: Sharon’s survival instincts weren’t that of a moth.
They were somehow less.
But, a moth she would stay in the elf’s mind, because she couldn’t think of anything in nature that was that instinctually dense. And besides, it was helping her to formulate a plan in her mind. She wasn’t about to let her biggest asset go home with a bunch of buzzcuts…she had a suspicion about “Roy.” “Yeah,” she said flatly to Sharon’s comment about Roy’s sudden appearance, ” ‘funny’.”
A pause for thought, and then: “Okay, I’ll take you home. But first, some questions.
“The job: Find out who’s behind the credstick and the inevitable trap that goes with it. The pay: 10,000 nuyen. Is this correct?” Foxglove waited for an affirmative or negative answer before continuing. “Next, tell me everything about the guy that gave you that credstick; what he looked like, how he acted, who he was with, if he had any notable symbols on him. Anything that you know, anything you remember. Did he say where to party with this credstick? Was he augmented? Spooky? And finally,” She said, setting her hands on both of Sharon’s shoulders so that she could look into the girl’s eyes, checking for dilation of the pupils or bloodshot vessels, “what drugs have you taken?”
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“Cute”?
“Cuddly”?
“Teaddybear”?
Little did Sharon know, but she had just made what was probably one of the worst insults Foxglove had ever received, and the elf’s silver eyes darkened. The only thing keeping the girl from dangling two feet off the ground by her throat was the fact that Fox had a good idea it wasn’t meant as one…and the fact that Sharon was That Man’s kid.
Then came the proposition to willingly walk into the trap for Buckethead Moth.
Her first inclination was to tell Sharon to slot off and never speak to her again. But this was the whole reason she had decided to make nice with the broad: her connections to her father. This would probably be Foxglove’s best chance to get in with the rich family and finally some decent jobs after a bit of a dry spell.
“I hate traps,” she growled, allowing some of the anger from the unintentional insult to slip through to show just how little she liked this situation. “If I do this for you, it will be a job, do you understand? Payment. Information. The works. Got it?”
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Foxglove took a long drag of her cigarette, then deliberately blew out the smoke toward Roy’s face to show him just how little she cared about his comment. If the staff didn’t want her smoking, they could tell her themselves.
She didn’t get the opportunity for that, however. Her lips pursed slightly when Sharon asked her to join her in the ladies’ room, and she reluctantly smothered the cigarette coal with her thumb and forefinger, then downed the rest of her gin and tonic. “‘Fox’ or ‘Foxglove.’ Not ‘Foxy’,” She corrected as she stood.
On their way to the loo, she tossed the partially-smoked cigarette into a trashcan. A damn waste, she thought as she watched the perfectly good smoke join the rest of the rubbish.
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Foxglove watched Sharon as the girl agreed that each of this man’s actions were suspicious, and she nodded in the way a teacher would when watching a student figure out a problem they were working on in class. And then Buckethead decided to completely ignore the warning signs and ordered a drink.
Foxglove’s forehead connected with the table with an audible THUNK!
With a sigh, the elf straightened herself again and slid the credstick across the table back to the girl. With her other hand, she fished out a pack of Italian cigarettes from her leather jacket, flicked it open with her thumb, and twitched the pack to free a single smoke. She was raising the filter to her lips when “Roy” came to say hello.
She kept her face neutral as she was introduced. Though, “neutral” for her looked more like “pissed off” to anyone else. She said nothing, only pulling the cigarette free of the packaging, flicking open a Zippo lighter, lighting the flame, and drawing on the white cylinder until the tip glowed. Her “neutral” gaze fixed on Roy all the while.
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The elf sat relatively still as she listened to Sharon speak, almost perfectly still with the exception of her hands which constantly turned and fiddled with her gin glass. Her attention darted to the credstick when it was revealed, and in a lightning fast motion she snatched it out of the waitress’ hands. She did some quick math, mentally cursing and wondering who the hell used the term “Shekels” anymore to refer to currency, then furrowed her brow as the math clicked.
Foxglove turned the credstick over in her fingers, looking from it back up to the woman. All manner of alarm bells were going off in her head, by this time, but apparently Sharon had the survival instincts the gods gave a moth and couldn’t see the possible danger. “And you don’t think that’s shady? This,” she said, holding the credstick up between her fingers like a cigarette, “goes for 500 nuyen. The man didn’t buy anything. Then he specified what it was to be used for. No normal person does that.”
She paused, frowning slightly as her peripheral vision picked up the new patrons and their unusually strong interest in the moth at the table. Foxglove gave a sigh. This was the last thing she wanted to deal with, right now. It was far too soon to go loud.
This was why she hated places like this.
“Sharon, please tell me you haven’t used this, yet.”
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Rolling visual perception to examine Sharon’s platinum credstick with only 250 nuyen on it.
http://orokos.com/roll/6758483 successes.
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Foxglove watched the man leave, eyes narrowing slightly. She had a feeling this one was going to be trouble.
Her attention was drawn away, however, when the bouncy waitress came into view and rushed over to the table. Her hard expression softened slightly, and she gave a nod to the woman. “Sharon,” she said in greeting, shifting in her chair slightly and raising the glass to her lips for another sip.
A moment’s flick of the eyes scanned the room again before they were back on the chipper girl, though she made sure to keep watch on the other patrons out of the corner of her eye.
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Tourist Town.
Every country had one. Why What’sTheirFace had decided on meeting here, Foxglove couldn’t fathom, and the constant ebb and flow of out-of-towners in the place had set her on edge. This was why she had decided to rent a place in the shady side of town: less chance of running into someone who was looking for her.
But Buckethead here had wanted to meet in the tourist trap so there she was, sitting at a small table in a corner far out of the way with her back to the wall, her cybered eyes watching the patrons of the room. They locked on to a particular movement, an interest from one of the crowd that was more than just passing, and she watched him head over with the two drinks to sit down without even a nod toward one of the chairs for permission.
Apparently her resting slitch face and “don’t bother me” vibe weren’t enough for this guy.
Fox rose a single, pink eyebrow as the drink was pushed toward her, glanced down at the Gin and Tonic she had been sipping, back to the vodka, then pushes it back toward the man with two fingers. She made a single response, “No thanks,” she said in English…then in Hebrew, Arabic, German, and Japanese, just to make sure all her bases were covered and to hopefully drive the point home so that her implants didn’t have to do it for him.
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@Aria That would be awesome! 😀 I have an account on Obsidian Portal as Foxglove_Fang, since just “Foxglove” was apparently already taken :/
@Gilga She’s been travelling all over the world doing jobs and avoiding the corp, so she could be in Tel Aviv because it’s another place to run to, to do a specific job, or just about any other reason.
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Character introduction time!
If I can figure out how, I will eventually put up her character sheet, but for the time being here is a brief background story as well as an overview of some of her contacts.Basic Backstory: Foxglove
Early Years:
Takeda, Yuri was born in 2035, a Nocturna born to a perfectly Human family and one of the first Nocturna to arise in Japan. Because of this, both family and physicians believed her afflicted and so took steps to “cure” her. In doing so, the professionals managed to get rid of the usual fur that comes with the Nocturna genes, but soon realized that (because they couldn’t get rid of the black skin or elven features) she was actually a newly discovered genetic divergence from the Elf Metahumans.
Because of the intense prejudice against Metahumans during that time, Yuri was shuffled off to a foster family on a separate island. Growing up, her tutors were horribly abusive, and life on the rest of the island wasn’t much better. However, Yuri had always had something of a stubborn streak, and so determined to get as much out of her schooling as she could in hopes of some day getting off of that horrid rock.Teen Years:
Her wishes were granted at the age of 14 when a AAA corporation took notice of her determination and unusually high agility. Cross Applied Technologies got into contact with Yuri and gave her a way out of the slums. It didn’t take much thinking for the elf to take them up on it.
The corp put her through high school and college, and her single-minded drive to improve herself to the highest extent got her into CAT Co.’s Seraphim, her cyber enhancements, and martial training.Adulthood:
Yuri rose quickly in the ranks of the Seraphim, taking her job seriously and reveling in it. All was going well until CAT Co. got dissolved, and the elf’s stubbornness and loyalty to the people that saved her from “equal-but-separate” hell kept her from following some of the other Seraphs and wageslaves to the new company that cannibalized CAT Co. The corp didn’t take kindly to this, and set to hunting down anyone that rejected their “invitation.”
So Yuri spent a while on the run, avoiding the corporation that was after her and others like her. It was around this time that Hallie’s Comet passed a second time, and her mutations got even more strange. Her black skin turned purple and her hair foxglove pink, as well as other oddities. The latter of which she didn’t discover until she was in bed with a lover, and found that her new fangs injected digitalis toxins straight into the blood stream.From Corp Goon to Shadowrunner:
Yuri was on the run again, and by this time what little resources she’d had stowed away were drying up. Not to mention there was no network of people to call upon for help. And so, like anyone with marketable skills looking for a job in the seedier parts of the alley, the elf fell into running the shadows. She became known as Foxglove, named so for her coloration and poisonous bite, and took up her new role as a Street Gillette with the same determination as she had when she was still with the Seraphim.Foxglove’s Contacts
“Fishmonger’s Union”
Group Contact: Fishmongers
Information, smuggling, transport.Frankie
Fixer (New York)
Jobs, Information, Networking.Shadow
Bar Tender (Seattle)
Information, Networking.Durin Kreuz
Cyberdoc (Germany)
Repairs, Upgrades, Netowrking.Nikolai
“Chicken Farmer” (Vory Contact)
Information, Dirty Work, Legwork, Favors, Networking.Katya
Traveling Acrobat (Assassin and Shadowrunner)
Legwork, Dirty Work, Jobs, Information.Roin Davis
Mechanic (Detroit)
Car Parts and Services, Repairs, etc.