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Dallas:

--- Quote from: Christemo on August 13, 2014, 06:07:51 AM ---"Oh. Nonono, I don't have a girlfriend. My older sister has gone missing, and the only way for me to know she might still be alright is that she's read the messages I've sent her." Caules expanded on the knight's answer. It couldn't hurt to tell him. Pulling up a picture of them together of his phone, Caules showed it to Samuel. "You wouldn't happen to have seen her, would you?

--- End quote ---

Turns out it was family. "Now I only been in this here city for a few days, sad to say. No luck here, my man. Though I ain't doin anything 'cept wanderin' round tryin' not to give in to prehistoric impulses. Y'all need any help I'd be more than willin' to lend a hand."

Umbra of Chaos:
Grigori


--- Quote ---“I am afraid due to the amount of time my other project has been consuming I have very little to actually show you, although I might have something in the future.” Zolgan paused a moment before continuing, “That boy you were interested in, I have secured a contact with him that will ensure my ability to examine him. You are free to watch and discuss the results when the time comes. But please do not try and harm him.”
--- End quote ---

"Don't worry so much, Zolgen. I do not intend to harm him. Once you have the boy you may seek me out in No Man's Land. I am interested in examining his soul. The sorceress stood up, created a rift in reality, and walked through. This particular tear lead to the base she had created with the living curse. With a wave of her hand the wound in reality closed and she focused her attention on a map of the city.

The male persona assumed control as he looked over the map. "So many possibilities. I wonder what I'll see once the event begins."


Paladin


--- Quote ---"Okay, Striborg Grand Master, in trouble, okay. But if we reach the spot where you felt this happening and no one's there, we skedaddle and go get the wagon. I'm not going on a wild goose chase when, uh..." I was going somewhere with metaphors and comparisons, but I lost it halfway. I scratched my head a moment, until I just decided to wing it. "When my wagon's fucking missing!"
--- End quote ---

"Of course. If I find nothing we will reaquire your wagon right away.


--- Quote ---"Well? Left or right?!"
--- End quote ---

Paladin looked around for a sign that would tell him where to go. Then he heard something. A whisper that was nearly impossible to hear even in the silence of the sewers. It told him where to go, but that was all it said. The whisper did not speak of what he would find. Under his helmet Paladin frowned. This was troubling. He recognized the voice. It was the Great Serpent. An powerful spirit that took the form of a beast. The snake served Stribog, but rarely spoke to the god's worshipers. The fact that it communicated with him meant something extremely important had happened.

"We're going right, and we need to move quickly." The servant of the Father of Winter rushed past his companion and turned left. He needed to get there as soon as possible.


Asileron


--- Quote ---"So, what powers and unique abilities do you boast? And your physical prowess? How does it match up to an ordinarily trained human fighter? Do you have any magical skill? Ah, and if I am mistaken, by all means correct me, but you are a kind of demon, are you not?"
--- End quote ---

"I never grow tired and can recreate my body even if it is completely destroyed, I am physically stronger and more skilled then any ordinary human, I am a powerful pyromancer, and you are not mistaken. My people are called demons."

YOLF:
Golden Rule - Transaction Center
Day 2

The transaction center of Golden Rule was in full swing that day. Businesspeople rushed from one end to the other of the large lobby of glass and metal and gold that stretched many floors up, bartering for stocks and deals, interrupting each other and focusing on their phones or notes as they took in the many screens and projections displaying charts and graphs of financial importance. Sound proof rooms were occupied in great numbers for meetings of all sorts, goods changed hands, deals were made and people shook on official agreements. Duplicity, deception and manipulation of all sorts weaved an extremely flammable web of webs among the hopeful mighty that swarmed the place.

This luxurious building was attached to the central headquarters of the company that had firmly entrenched itself as the one definite corporation in town, Golden Rule. The tall and imposing construction amidst the company's great skyscrapers was a place where money and powers passed and flowed through in greater amounts daily than a regular person would see in their entire lives, one of the economical centers of Nexus City itself.

In one particular, discreet room situated at the middle floors, two men sat across from each other over a table in which a pen and a set of papers that showed veritable walls of text was. One of them, who looked the meeker, took the pen and quickly had something written down on the documents, which he then passed along the writing utensil to the other. The individual took the pen and started to scribble his own part in the sealing of the agreement. His hand moved slowly in contrast with his eyes, which seemed to pursue the words on paper with sharp analysis and movements quicker than his business partner could follow.

Dominique Reever, in his nice suit and smooth executive look, businessman extraordinaire, experienced in transactions and con deals, looking much smaller than he was used to, did not quite know what to make of the man before his eyes that had introduced himself as Carl Bergschatten.

His appearance alone should not have been of great surprise or awe to Dominique, as he had dealt with more unusual looking people before. The strong build, the incredibly trimmed boxed beard and dark brown hair slicked back gave the man a respectable, rugged look, but it did not stand out in any way from the suit that must've been made of the finest dark blue he had ever seen, as the man himself appeared majestic. All of it drew him apart from regular people, but his eyes were the first thing to raise alarms. Those prismatic, knowing orbs of many tones of rich yellow that swirled with the light looked liked they had more years than the number of refractions within them, and they were as enticing as they were terrifying.

That wasn't the only thing, of course. This was not Dominique's first time dealing with Mr. Bergschatten. He had done small business and gone through purchases and sales with him, from him and to him, before on numerous occasions, most of them directly related to Golden Rule. Nothing had given him the impression the unusual older man was particularly business savvy. As people in his line of work tended to, just like a shark in the water, he had smelled blood hearing of this much much larger proposal that included many thousands' worth of magical materials, properties, and other assorted things. So Dominique had with all his greed, wrote a truly eviscerating, long winded, purposefully confusing contract that would heavily benefit him and eskew the other party entirely for profit. As soon as Bergschatten had walked through the door the wry businessman had actively engaged him in oh so pleasant, routine conversation to bring about the most casual atmosphere he reasonably could, derailing the themes he spoke of even as he off-mentioned the points of the contract, expertly manipulating him to further draw his attention from the deal.

Dominique had not quite expected, in blunt terms, his bullshit to be utterly seen through.  He had to fight with his urge to choke as the other man did not fail to notice the intricacies he was attempting to hide; almost nonchalantly waved off the underlying issue as he argued him into the corrections necessary for the deal to adhere to the true conditions they had agreed on; and confused him by giving lead to the completely unrelated conversation they were having before. For some reason he was unable to say "no" to Mr. Bergschatten's demands, even though he was sure there was no supernatural influence whatsoever on him, and simply went along with the flow.

"Here, Mr. Reever."

The voice of Bergschatten broke through his train of thought like the thundering of a waterfall, and straightening to attention, Dominique took the contract back and only absent-mindedly gave everything a final check, avoiding the yellow eyes fixed on him.

"All checks out."

"Excelent." Was the reply, and Carl Bergschatten extended his hand to Dominique for a sealing handshake.

The businessman hesitated only for a moment before taking it. And so they concluded their meeting, in a far more orderly and oddly pleasing note than he would expect from someone who realized mid way the other party was trying to cheat him.

Bergschatten took no longer than a few seconds to pack his papers and copy of the contract, and giving a polite greeting, left the office in stride looking satisfied with himself.

Dominique sank into his couch just then, reeling back from his client's goodbye smile and the dangerous, knowing glint he swore he saw in it. Sighing, he ran a hand over his wide forehead to wipe away his sweat, but abruptly pulled it back. Confused, he blinked twice as he realized his palm was much hotter than it should be. And that Bergschatten's own had seemed like a furnace as it touched his skin.

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Watch your back;
Shoot straight;
Conserve ammo;
And never make a deal with a dragon.

- The most well-known guidelines of Shadowrunners

Knick:
Amy

Finishing the last slice of her toast Amy stretched her arms, “Ahh, that feels good.” There was an incredibly sense of contentment that Amy was feeling, a good night’s sleep and a simple breakfast always made her feel good.

“Want to go find her? She couldn’t have gotten too far.”

MissingMandible:
Staff Sergeant Jonathan Mathews:

"Permission to engage, sir?" The Dragoon asked, still training her weapon on the psyker's back.

"...Negative," Mathews hesitantly responded while sheathing the sword, "He could be sanctioned. Either way, we'll report him to the planetary governor and have him deal with it."

With the corner of his eye, he saw the trooper lowered her aim, body language that of frustration, but Mathews moved on and approached Specialist Cardigan to inspect the infection. What was festering rot was now scarred, yet clean, skin. Looking at her face, he saw that she passed out during her "Treatment," no doubt due to the combination of the illness and the rather violent procedure.

The raising voices and the white-haired man's warning suddenly made the Sergeant aware of the other occupants of the room. He was so out of it earlier that he did not notice the rising tension in the infirmary, something that should not have caught him unawares. The mental berating commenced as he tried to figure out his next move.

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