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Well it would have been more believable if first contact was made by a trusted party rather than a bar pickup, but essentially this entire game is about doing dubious things for strangers and getting paid. Though, by no mean interpret it as if Macy won’t be included. Let’s just do some drama around it. Perhaps there is another runner that did not show up for the meetup and she can fill that spot for example? I think that things would go better if there is some ingame excuse for inclusion.
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Becky said with anger in an assertive voice “Guys, no guests in a private meetups we are not discussing knitting skills got it?
If we are to work together we have to form some respect, which includes not scaring off the coyote. So try not to get wasted and talking dog – I do not know how you pull this stunt or how did you find yourself here… but it is creepy so don’t scare the coyote. We have two hours to become presentable and predictable enough to let us use the tunnel that would bring us to Salish lands without passport controls. So, it goes without saying don’t be wasted, drugged or anything. ”To break the silence or the severity of her words Becky tossed a credstick containing 5K nguyen each. She said sarcastically “It is called negotiation… and you might want to give it a try next time someone tries to hire you for peanuts.” She paused and allowed them to verify the stick and then said “This money is for expenses related to the run, hotels, equipment paying contacts and so forth. This is not a drinking budget and if that Willis guy shows up tell him that he cannot just donate it to charity or feed the homeless or whatever. ” with a pause she said “there are five times as much for any surviving member of this team at the event of successful delivery. Clearly, after the shenanigans of last night that seemed like a remote possibility so I was able to squeeze Torrent into generosity as the chances of such a delivery appeared slim to none. So in a strange way, thanks for the drama we somehow spinned it for our favor. Though, now we need to not die.”
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Becky stood up and greeted the group. “Ahm… you there! ” she gestured at Macey. “This is a private event.” she said. Torrent had a strange way to conduct buissness but Becky thought that the group of something somethings should have their privacy.
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You should read forbidden arcana which made alchemy almost as powerful as spellcasting.
It includes vault of the ages which preserves your preparations indefinitely as long as you keep them inside. As well as atomizer that allows you to create health preparations with a touch trigger. There are masteries for building alchemical bombs and for (once initiating) getting more dice for triggered preparations. -
I don’t mind but I struggle with ability to reliably just take on a run someone that Willis found in the streets because she ‘has nowhere to go’. I can go with it as the entire story is pink but this entrance scene feels off to me.
Oh and Becky is my least optimized character – a magic 2 adept, so I do not think that Al is worse in comparison.
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Becky answered “Well of course it was me – I support my old neighborhood as much as I can. This place is the mark of progress, a sin bin is considerably better than a drug den.. I actually lived here over a decade ago – but I do not remember much.” *Eham* Becky cleared her throat realising that she was talking too much again.
“I hope you like the place, did you arrive easy? We are meeting with the Coyote in the basement for privacy. Mr. Love is kind of a night person – got to be with that line of work. The earliest I could get him was 14:00, but well… I figured out after yesterday that we needed margins of error. I really hope that we made a good impression – I am trying to build a working relationship with that guy.”
Becky wanted to show Torrent that they were independent. In the movies it was considered bad practice to contact the Johnson after the run started and rely on him too much. So Becky decided to use her own contact for the job – a man she trusted.
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Becky was kind of glad that nobody asked for a ride, it allowed her to spend an hour or two practicing with the new smart steel blades. Hardening and flattening them up, they were so cool and Beckie loved her toys. She left home with her katana neatly placed on her back along with a concealed knife, micro crossbow, 2 knifes disguised as a bracelets and a sword disguised as a belt. Having so many weapons made her feel safe, she will never be powerless again.
To Al’s shotgun she texted back >>Sure thing honey, but take a shower if you want the front seat.
Perhaps it was a bit rude, but the drive may be long and the man had poor hygiene.Becky spent about half an hour expertly using cosmetics and enhancing her image until it was exactly what she wanted. Which was composed of a sexy red dress, blue eye shadows and red lipstick. She figured out that if they look at the cleavage they may miss the abundance of blades.
Becky’s car was a dust buggy that was ideal for cruising the outdoors. Her ride was granted to her during her previous phase when she suddenly decided to be into extreme off-road driving. That was one phase before the current blades and bows phase. Yes, Beckie was quick to learn and master new skills but also quick to change her mind – yet even after the phase has passed she still loved driving. Her buggy was modified with extra seatings, an handling upgrade and (Becky’s favorite) – a secondary propulsion system that could turn the buggy into a boat. Sure the speed was unimpressive, but Becky really liked driving up to lakes and then sunbathing topless in the middle of the lake. This often offered enough privacy as most tourists settled for the shores.
“Afterall a girl gotta maintain that perfect skin one way or the other.”
Becky arrives well armed to the Confessions , she briefly hugs the doorman Raul and enters. The place is sort of empty with four or five full tables out of about thirty. Their table is at the back right near the basement entrance with the creepy dogs. Beckie exchanges a few pleasantries with Libi – the owner as well as with the new waitress girl. She is already nursing a cold beer when the first runner enters. If Becky determined a meetup at 12:00 she would be there in 11:30 – time was extremely important to her and 30 minutes were always enough for a quick makeup fix or to avert ‘helmet hair’.
“So nice of you to stop by… how is the job hunt going?”
Becky answered “I got a job! My first one – the Johnson looked so neat and the other runners they are the real deal – I think.”
“Why did you ditch off-road driving. You were deeply into it until recently.”
Becky giggled and smiled “I am into blades now – check out my Katana. It is a Tir original, with the engraving and everything.”
The sword was as pretty as a jewel, decorated with gold engravings and precious looking stones. Mystical writings on its blade would identify it as a weapon focus to those skilled in the art, yet Becky has not yet managed to attune that sword. She always felt that it had a personality of its own and the two girl did not yet understand each other. Yet, Becky tried – every day to attune the sword.
Becky excused herself out of the smalltalk as the first runner showed up.
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Becky texted the team>>>Let’s meet at Confessions club at 12:00, they have a nice(ish) restaurant. Who has cars? Do we all fit in? I can take 3 more in my car. Oh, and the owner is a friend so behave.
Then she texts her contact, the owner of the club
>> Libi, I am bringing some friends for lunch. I know that you try to get some traffic during the days as well. Set us a table and let’s hope they will be impressed. Kisses, Becky.
P.S make it a rear table as they are a bit volatile.
The confessions club/restaurant and grill was set at an abandoned church near touristville. The area was in gang territory but the proximity to touristville meant that it was a place to slum it for rich kiddos. The alter was replaced with a large wooden bar and the walls were decorated with tables and chairs. In the middle there was a dance floor which was now empty. If at all, the place was clearly more attractive at night. Though the delicious smell of a slowly roasting pork that was cooked in an outside oven made up for many deficits. Unlike other places, Confessions had minimalistic AR decor, and the owners trusted the old vitrages and pictures to brand the place as a sin bin. Another notable decor was the entrance to the basement, that decorated as the gateway to hell with two three headed dog statues – one on each side of the stairs. Subtle, trid technology made one of the heads appear to be looking directly at you from every angle you looked at them.
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I must say that this was the most hilarious manner to open a run so far.
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Becky nodded when Forty mentioned the something somethings – she had the same feeling. “I hope I do not have to babysit all of them.” She thought but then again – whatever it was that Torrent saw in her got her a job. After the meetup Becky rushed to the car where she was united with her one and only – Katana. She drove extremely fast to her dojo where she changed to traditional clothing and then trained for several hours with the crossbow and swords.
What Becky hated about her body was that while she was stronger than average, she felt that she was fighting the genetics of her delicate Dryad body that simply lacked the potential of more robust meta humans. She hoped that her newly awakening magic will change all that. After about 3 hours of training, and practicing methods to focus her Ki into stronger and more precise strikes. Becky moved to lifting weights, where she pushed her humble weights hoping to finally improved. Finally, she concluded with a run up and down the stairs to improve her stamina. She was soaking wet sweaty when she was done, and stripped to shower at the now abandoned dojo.
The shower was cold and unsatisfying hot water were rationed and brought the water to just bearable levels. Satisfied, Becky changed to her expensive dress and then drove her car to her home away from town. Becky found it strange that just moving there from Redmond seemed to change her entire emotional state – as if she was part of that place. Becky bit her lower lip when she figured that disconnecting from her home for an extended amount of time is going to be painful.
She fell asleep quickly and at the morning she found a gift wrapped belt swords that were placed next to her bed along with a note that said “Good luck. beautiful – RF. There were many things to say about Roger Finnigan. He was brutal, vicious and ruthless and powerful. Yet, he had a soft spot for her and respected Becky for wanting to be more than a trophy wife.
Though Becky felt that deep inside Roger hoped that this phase would too pass – along with the swordplay phase that started two years ago.Phase or no phase, Becky found three blades made of smart steel. one as a large and fashionable black belt and the others fashioned as bracelets. “I will never be unarmed again” She thought as she buckled her new blades into her outfit, let’s make it red today. She ordered the armored dress, that suddenly appeared completely different than the day before. “Praise the Lord for Ruthenium polymer, saves plenty of money on clothes… ”
She packed some clothes, power bars and her weapons loaded the trunk of her dust buggy and texted:>>Team – we got the job: We have to meet with a Coyote at 14:00 so let’s meet at 12:00 am for lunch. Al I hope that you are still alive and feel better.
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Frustrated Becky went back to Torrent to close the deal. She was uncertain why the orc has chosen that specific crowd, a sociopath decker that pretends to be a talking dog, a man that might roll over and die before we even reach San Francisco an elf that seem to be obsessing with little pieces of paper and her…
“I wonder how strange I appear to this crowd.” She thought.
She poured some whiskey to Torrent and whomever returned to the table, and said “Now that Al is gone we are going to be delayed a bit until he sobers up. How urgent is this gig? Would it be alright to leave tomorrow noonish?”
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Downing a shot of whiskey Becky shrugged and said “Drama…” partly to herself, partly to Willis that also seemed a bit insane.
Then again, perhaps he was an elf turned troll by an evil witch… gotta be kissed by a true princess to know. At that point in the night Becky could believe anything. She felt as if she has taken the red pill instead of the blue one and decided to spoil herself with Bliss – once she was certain that the job was completely fictitious.She looked at Al, the dog and the scary elf – and then said: “You guys shouldn’t be driving… None of you” She picked up Al’s hand and said “I am taking you to my car, I will use my medic kit on your leg, then I am going to sober you up with some hour after pills and finally we are going to fuck like bunnies. ” Perhaps some seduction would stop him from punching her or burning himself again.
She looked at Torrent and said “We will continue this fiesco in a matrix call. You should not ahm hire people in such public places or it becomes a circus. ”
To Willis she said “For the record I think that you are cute. ” She did not elaborate much more, but said “Come on talking dog, you too lady Forty it may take more than a single beauty to handle this beast. ”To anyone sober, it should have been clear that Becky was not serious about the sex part, but she was a good actor and Al was just THAT drunk, she figured that he might just come with her without violence and burning things. “I wonder what he is going to remember of this in the morning” she thought to herself.
She also noted that being a shadowrunner was stranger than anticipated. Perhaps it was all a practical joke set by her beloved Roger. That would explain a lot – although the talking dog was taking it a bit too far to be credible. “I am not THAT blonde” she concluded.
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Becky said “I am too sober for this shit” and then ordered whiskey shots for the rest of them. Things just did not add up between talking dogs, attractive elves that talk to dogs, hidden deckers and a technomancer hunt. Heck, int he spirit of generousity she even ordered a shot for the dog – deciding it was best to play along with the hoax as long as so many of the others insist that they are talking to a dog.
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Becky politely refused the escort request saying plainly “I grew up in these streets and can handle myself. it was kind of you to offer” she clicked her beer glass on his drink and resisted the urge to put her agility to test by lifting Will’s purse. “Not pickpocketing the flirty troll… How much have I strayed from my origin.” she thought and then sighed to herself.
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Beckie said “So you want us to get involved with a triple A cooperation, steal what they consider their own property. Successfully hide said property during the long drive back and cross international borders undetected . ” Our risks include facing corporate security, a possibility of a lynching mob and a likely counterattack which is sponsored by the most powerful organization on the planet.
She paused and then added in her own imitation of Monika Schäfer “The professional term is ‘Extraction’ and these are never cheap.
In this case you need to pay extra for triple A, extra for meddling in the affairs of Dragons, and also include the distance modifiers, as you expect a very hot package to be delivered safely in Seattle. Highlighting these potential challenges, I think that it is only fair that your employer allocates a certain sum for ‘expenses’ which are clearly required to perform this work. In addition, our personal compensation must reflect the said risks.”Spoiler:She found it odd that they were to seek the advice of a dog, but Forty did come out as a powerful awakened and these were often crazy. So Becky just smiled and nodded in response to Forty’s suggestion.
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He lit a filterless Lucky Strike and placed the pack in the middle of the table by way of courtesy. “An’ you, precious Becky, you look youthful enough ta git outta such a perfession afore ya git ta the dyin’ young part.”
Becky took a cigarette and said “I am just in it for the money, once my debt is paid I am out of this world. Plenty of legal things I can do, but none of them pays enough to free me.”
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later, she remained silent – she had nothing more to ask, and even if she tried she would not know how to ask the right questions. Instead, Becky took out a pen and summarized Al’s questions.
1. How Young?
2. Is she willing to come.
3. Who wants to kill her?
4. Is she hot?
Beckie was almost sure that it was a sexist comment – but perhaps he meant with regard to law enforcement. -
Becky looked at Al, and as she was nervous she hoped to initiate conversation. “A penny for your thoughts? You seem to be an old man in a profession where people die young, if it is okay for me to say”.
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Becky smiled at Forty, “He went to fetch a couple of more people, so it is safe to use the facilities. Text me and I’ll text back if you are needed… ehm –
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Alright, I did not see anything about how much charisma + negotiation the contact has so I did not know what to roll, however the items cost 1.5k so they’ll be accepted within two days without rolling. I’ll take that – I hope that a day comes reasonably fast IC wise .
Belt swords are cool.
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Becky looked complexed “Did that dog just send a matrix message? No, that could not be. My fellow runners are pulling my leg for sure. Playing on the dumb blonde joke. ”
Becky dismissed the option of a talking dog. She knew very little on para critters and the possibility of a changeling seemed incomprehensible for her. “There must be a decker close by.” She thought, but then there was a more troubled thought “But the dog also barked almost as if it meant to introduce itself… Deckers can’t do that can they?”