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Shadowrun: Rise of APEX

Shadowrun: Rise of APEX

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The year is 2087. The corporations have taken over the Free City of Berlin, but Anarchist rebellion has reared its head, and another, yet unknown threat lurks in the Matrix, waiting for the ideal time to strike...

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Introduction

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(If I missed anything or you have any questions that aren't answered here, consult http://shadowrun.wikia.com/wiki/Main_Page)
HISTORY
1990: The Federal Republic of Germany established. Berlin is declared its capital.

2011: The Awakening - the reemergence of magic into the world, and shortly after the Unexplained Genetic Expression occured, where generations of new races were born, appearing as the first metahumans - Elves and Dwarves. Heavy prejudice against metahumans is immediately evident, and the world is thrown into chaos, both by this and the creation of new Awakened mages.

2021: Goblinization - The first humans transform into Orks and Trolls: larger, more physically powerful metahumans. It is reported that humans began changing en masse before horrified spectators, causing panic and even greater prejudice against metahumans. Anti-metahuman riots escalate, and well-funded anti-metahuman movements emerge, including the most prominent, the Humanis Policlub, radicals dedicated to exterminating metahumanity.

2039: The Night of Rage - The single greatest anti-metahuman riot of all time. Spurred on by the 14th amendment to the UCAS (United Canadian and American States) Constitution and others like it around the world, which gave citizenry rights to metahumans. Thousands of metahumans were killed all around the world, although it also gave way to metahuman sympathisers and gradual introduction of civil rights to metahumans. It also gave way to new leadership over Berlin, in the form of the Anarchist Movement of Berlin, who declared it the "greatest experiment in anarchist history". The stable anarchy that resulted soon came to be known as the Flux State. Berlin was then known as a safe haven to Shadowrunners (contracted teams or singular experts who carry out precision strikes, corporate espionage, and any other job that pays good Nuyen), gangers, peddlers, and anyone else who could brave the chaotic order.

2055: Joint corporate forces, acting on orders of the German government and headed by the Golden Dragon CEO of Saeder-Krupp Heavy Industries Company, Lofwyr, invade Berlin, and after weeks of fighting, force the surviving anarchists into the Eastern part of the city, which is then walled off.

2060: The anarchists and corporations sign a truce, and fighting ceases. East Berlin remains under control of the Flux State and the much larger West Berlin remains under control of the Corporations.

2070: Deckers all over the world begin to disappear, beginning with the affluent Clockwork, who was poorly impersonated on the Shadowland BBS, which crashed temporarily shortly afterward. Those who look into the disappearances begin to disappear themselves. Deckers all over the world speculate a new, extremely dangerous Black IC (Matrix security program that has the ability to damage and even kill the physical body of a Decker's Matrix avatar, rather than only the avatar itself). No answers have yet arisen, however, and it remains an ongoing mystery.

2087: Fighting begins again between the Anarchists and Corporations. Word gets out on the Shadowland BBS almost immediately, and sympathetic Shadowrunners flock to the cause, either for their own moral goals or for the massive amount of Nuyen that stands to be made in the fighting.

SETTING
You are a resident of Berlin, caught up in things far beyond your control. The fighting is fierce, and bodies line the streets between the East and West sections of your once glorious city. The corporations and the anarchists are locked in a stalemate, and many lives are lost each day. Nobody will be able to stay out of the conflict for long, as even the corporate CEOs prepare to send personal deathsquads into East Berlin, and the anarchists raise a massive army of minutemen and sympathetic Shadowrunners to carry out strikes on the corporations. There is no clear end to this fighting, and nobody holds the moral high-ground. Only time will tell who will succeed.

Meanwhile, the amount of Deckers mysteriously disappearing from the Matrix increases, and rumours of a Matrix predator roaming cyberspace are becoming more common, although they are still largely dismissed as mad ravings and hearsay. Whatever is happening, it's clear that the Matrix is no longer as safe as it once was, and soon something will need to be done about it.

BASIC ARCHETYPES
NOTICE: these are not set in stone, and may be altered. My first character, for instance, will be both a decent Decker and an excellent rigger, although her personal combat skills are lacking.

Street Samurai: Warriors who often augment their bodies with Cyberware (hardware modifications to one's body that are used to increase mental and physical ability, give an extra layer of protection, or even auto-inject certain stims) and Bioware (less invasive biological modifications - ranges from pheremone production to muscle stimulation to extra neurons for quick thinking) and focus on the physical aspects of combat

Physical Adepts: Awakened individuals who use their magical ability to increase their physical prowess in combat. Sometimes referred to as Chi-casters. Very rarely possess Cyberware or Bioware to any noticable extent, due to its interference with magical pursuits.

Deckers: Experts at manipulating computer networks. Distinguished from hackers by their possession of a datajack, which allows them to interface directly with a cyberdeck to access the 3D virtual reality of the Matrix. Good Deckers are very well sought-after in the Shadows, and even have a place in the corporate world, designing software and security systems.

Riggers: The Decker's hardware-savy cousin, the Rigger uses their datajack to interface directly with drones and vehicles, or other hardware-based mechanical constructs. The typical rigger does battle by hiding somewhere hard to find and sending their drones out to do the heavy lifting.

Shamans: Awakened practitioners of magic. More attuned with nature and practice Shamanic Magic, the art of summoning spirits, learning from totems, and being a charismatic tradition.

Mages: A rather generalised term for those Awakened who fight using spellcasting, anything from streams of acid to explosive fireballs to deadly bolts of lightning, or even those more subtle arts, like slowing an enemy in their tracks or revitalising allies. Also sometimes used as an art form or utility, rather than in combat. Blood Mages are largely hated, and for good reason, based upon the practices of bloodletting, sacrifices, and powering magic through lifeforce. Blood mages must have a deeper understanding of the universe than the other classes, as they are very challenging to pull off well.

Faces: Truly a titular title, Faces are simply those who utilise their unique abilities to negotiate rather than fight. Anything from pheremone boosters to well-tailored Shamanistic magic to a simple aura of charisma can make a Face. They are well sought-after by corporations and Shadowrunners alike, often acting as the bridge between a Shadowrunner team and its client.

RACES
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Humans: Pre-awakening dominant race of the world. They have no outstanding racial inclinations, but are very adaptable and possess the most variance.

Elves: Tall, lithe, and elegant, Elven kind is very much suited to intellectual pursuits, although generally a bit less physically able than some of the other races. They make up some of the best Deckers and Riggers, and are well-suited to Shamanism, possessing a natural charisma.

Dwarves: Short, stout, and strong-willed, Dwarves are a powerful race, both physically and mentally. They make wonderful adepts, and surprisingly excellent spellcasters, although the average dwarf is not especially charismatic.

Orks: The more prominent of the two rarer Goblinized metahuman races, Orks are about the same height as an average human, with twice the muscle. While they are not necessarily unintelligent, Orks generally prefer to tackle their problems head-on. They make wonderful Street Samurai, but there aren't many Ork Deckers or Shamans out there.

Trolls: Trolls are the most massive of any of the other races, standing at least two heads taller than the average human. Although Trolls are thought to be less intelligent by the general population, there is no evidence of this. Trolls are often practical and pragmatic, quick decision makers and well-suited to military leadership. They excel at using heavy weaponry.

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The rules are simple: Be respectful OOC, don't use OOC information to your IC advantage, and don't get mad at someone OOC for doing something IC. Otherwise, have fun! Character creation is perpetually open, there's no set limit on characters and no silly templates you have to follow. Oh, and one more thing. You are not a god. You are not invincible. Bullets will kill you. Remember that.

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Berlin

Berlin by TheRose202

The city of Berlin is a divided state, with the smaller East being controlled by the anarchic Flux State and the West divvied up between the megacorporations.

Golden Tower

Golden Tower by TheRose202

Saeder-Krupp Heavy Industries Company's seat of power in their large portion of West Berlin, Golden Tower can be seen across the entirety of the massive city, stretching far above everything around it. It serves as an icon of corporate power in Berlin.

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<January 13, 2087, 2032 hours, Kreuzbasar kiez, East Berlin>
It's a cold night in Berlin. Moonlight from the newly full moon filters through the cracks in the dark, fluffy, pregnant clouds, as the first soft flakes of snow begin to show, pirouetting down through the air to fall gently upon the ground, most simply dissipating as they land. A pair of soft emerald eyes belonging to a short, slim Elven woman sitting upon the bench in a small, empty park scan the skies, examining that peaceful firmament as she pulls her worn forest green jacket tightly about herself, a soft shiver running down her spine. An Ares Guardian drone, a vectored-thrust hover drone armed to the teeth with mini-turrets and a small flamethrower that seems to have been welded on after production, floats nearby, the small infrared forward camera scanning the area passively.

The elven woman sighs as she returns her gaze to the light of the city filtering through the trees, brushing a lock of dark purple hair out of her eyes as she reflects on the events of the past few days. The Corporations had been increasing patrols on the border between the anarchist east and the corp-controlled west of late, and she could smell trouble coming. Big trouble. Even now, on this peaceful snowy winter's night, she can feel how tense the air is. She sighs again and stands. I need a soykaf, she thinks as she walks back into the city, quickly finding her favourite coffee place and greeting the aging Turk behind the bar with an easy smile. "Evening," she says, "I'll have a soykaf. Double cream, extra sugar, and add a little vanilla flavour in there."
"Are you sure you don't want to try some of the real stuff this time, Eris? I promise you won't regret it!" responds the middle-eastern man.
"No, thank you. Fifty nuyen is a little more than I can afford to be spending right now, you know. Some other time," responds the Elf with an apologetic grin, much to the chagrin of the Turk, who grumbles as he moves off to make the drink. And Eris is left there with her thoughts, her mind drifting off to distant places, particularly her dream of a Berlin free from corporate control. Her mother used to speak of a time when the Flux State ruled over all of Berlin. A beautiful anarchy, where people helped each other to thrive rather than depending upon a corrupt government or money-grubbing corporation. That is why this is all worth it. Her face turns up into a wide smile at the thought.

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<January 13, 2087, 2034 hours, Kreuzbasar kiev, East Berlin>
Redcap sat in a café, hidden away from the cold outside. She was hunched over the bar, poring over a paper map of the wilderness surrounding Berlin, muttering herself and occasionally scratching an X over a different part of the map. Her brow was furrowed in thought, and she would occasionally flick her eyes to the left of the map in front of her, as if consulting with some invisible page. In a way, she was. She had opened an extranet tab to a listing of claimed reagent sites near Berlin on an enchanters forum she occasionally visited, and was viewing it through her commlink. She did not enjoy what she was reading. She placed another X on her physical map, cursing under her breath in Irish and breaking the lead on the paper.

"Another soykaf," she called to the bartender, holding up her empty cup. "And a pencil, if you've got one." She tossed her broken writing utensil on the café bar, then ran her fingers through her ginger mane in exasperation. She closed out of the extranet and looked around the bar as she did, noting that one other person seemed to have taken shelter from the cold inside the café. She squinted at the elf analytically for a moment. "Do I know you?" she asked.

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Now clutching a very much diluted soykaf between her slender hands, the Elvish woman turns to face Redcap with an inquisitive tilt of her head. "I don't think so, chummer," she states in a smooth, relaxed tone, very lightly accented by what Redcap might recognise as Welsh, "but I'm Eris. You may have heard of my mother, actually. Nice to meet you." She takes a sip of her drink, and then holds out a hand to Redcap, smiling that easy, natural smile of hers. "What brings you to the Kreuzbasar?" she asks, then, tilting her head curiously, "Not many folk who aren't native to this area frequent it, especially nowadays, what with the war going on and that." Eris' suspicion is that this woman is a fellow Runner. She had to be. The Kreuzbasar was one of the more stable kievs, the perfect place for a Runner to set up shop without too much scrutiny but with the perfect level of security. In any case, it certainly isn't Eris' place to question such things, being a Shadowrunner herself. Curiosity killed the cat, as they say.

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"Eh, well. Thought it'd make a good vacation destination." Her accent certainly made it clear she wasn't native. She may have managed to drop the slang, but the Irish in her voice was still as thick as ever. She waved absently at the map next to her. "Lookin' for a nice picnic spot."

The name Eris was certainly familiar enough. Redcap figured she must've seen it floating around the Shadowrun BBS a few times, but didn't think much of it. Some kind of decker, she thought? She took the soykaf the Turk brough her.

"And yourself?" Asked as if the girl had not basically said she was a runner. "Y'asked if I'd heard of your mom, I assume she's famous around here."

Why was she prolonging the conversation? She should've just apologized for her mind playing tricks on her and been done with it. Maybe the cold outside was finally getting to her. She really should be wearing a jacket with sleeves.

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<January 13, 2087, 2034 hours, Kreuzbazar kiev, East Berlin>

Much better. The weather was certainly more calm than when Sentinel stepped off the boat into the brisk German wind when he arrived a short while earlier, now things had settled down with the first signs of snow falling gracefully to the small area known as the Kreuzbazar, nestled within the flux state of Berlin. A most interesting place.

Sentinel, a Shadowrunner by trade, naturally followed the trail of money, the place where the jobs were, places such as this community that were ripe for the picking when it came to the corps. And he relished in it. The Kreuzbazar and other areas of Berlin had been the centre of conflict a number of years back, and like clockwork it Sen could tell it would soon be a gain.

Follow the money, follow the job, follow the conflict.

Although nothing appeared to be occurring, with the streets as serene as the weather that hung above them, this hotbed of culture and personality reeked of a million stories, from the cramped looking apartment buildings, to the stalls and shops that hugged their bases. They all said something, and Sen wanted to know more. For now however this lone Shadowrunner without a job or any contacts had to get settled in, get the lay of the land. He had been tipped by a previous contact who knew Berlin to help set him up with living arrangements and any runs, but for now he wanted to get to know Berlin. Arrangements at the port had left Sen's trusted equipment to arrive at a drop location at a later date, for now though, he was without anything, and so made his way to the highest point he could find to view the entirety of the Kreuzbazar.

Running his hand through his dark hair, now tied at the back, Sen exhaled slowly as he marvelled at the Berlin skyline, a cloud of warm breath escaping from his mouth into the biting cold air. Lighting up a cigarette and gently inhaling, Sentinel sat as his eyes darted from building to building. As he did so, a quiet expression of excitement grew across his face, finally focusing his gaze upon a small soykaf place below. He turned back to the skyline and focussed inward, calling to the magical spirit that aided him.

"You see that? With a little work, it's all gonna change" He confidently said before leaving his cigarette in his mouth and leaning back. "Or not" he mumbled through clenched lips, "Either way, I'm sure you'll enjoy what's to come"

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"A picnic spot, huh?" asks Eris with a raised brow, clearly unconvinced, "And you came here for vacation. You're looking in all the wrong places, my friend. There's a civil war on." She downs the rest of her soykaf in one gulp, relishing the creamy vanilla flavour and the heat of the drink as it warms her belly, chasing away the bone-deep chill that came from reflecting in the park for an hour. She waits a moment to answer the question directed at her, sitting back against the bar as she thinks about her words. Finally, she speaks.
"My mother was...well, to hear people talk, she was the glue that held the Kreuzbasar together after her successor, Monika Schafer, died in an...incident. The death of her successor did give her room to grow, however. She became one of the more famed Deckers in the world, second only to the elusive Alice. She was a legend. Honestly, sometimes I find it's a tough act to follow. Anyway, enough about that, I hardly think you came here for my mother's life story. Now, would you like to tell me why you're actually here?" continues Eris, her face turning up into a slight grin at the end.

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(Also, sorry, Frontier, I'm not entirely sure how I could respond to that one >.>)

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"The beautiful weather o'cour- balls to this- I'm here for the war, we're all bloody here for the war, name me a person who's not bloody here for the war," She chugged half her soykaf in one breath. "Amazes me you'd even feel the need to ask. 'OOO, look at this tattoo-and-scar covered dwarf, sittin' alone in a war zone, markin' on a map o' Berlin with physical paper and pencil rather than the extranet like a normal person. I wonder what she's here for!'"

Her clearly perfect impersonation of Eris done, Redcap huffed and leaned back against the bar. "And who admits to bein' a runner's daughter so soon after meeting someone? I get this is an anarchist zone, but that still seems somethin' you'd want to keep quiet. For all you know I could be corporate. For all I know, you could be corporate. For all either of us know, this guy could be corporate." She gestured vaguely to the Turk. She was quiet for a moment, staring at Eris. Then she offered her hand in what might've been resignation. "I'm Redcap, might've heard o' me. I've been in Germany maybe a decade? Witch, rumoured blood mage, makes a crap load o' unique witchy reagents. Not so much now, though, since some arse stole my truck, but there you go. Glad to meet you. Nice drone."

She ceased rambling and took another drink from her soykaf. Admittedly, she may have lost her senses a bit just then, she knew. The stress of losing her truck (and attached lab) must've finally gotten to her. She doubted there was any real danger in talking so openly, anyway. She'd never really liked all the hush-hush secrety bush-beating drek runners normally used (it reminded her too much of home) so it felt kind of nice to just spout of like that. She thought it best to keep a hand on her knife, though. Just in case.

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<January 13, 2087, 2036 hours, Kreuzbazar kiez, East Berlin>

Iris watched cautiously from the shadows as the the strange man arrived and looked out onto the city. She listened to him as he seemingly talked to himself. A smile curved her lips and she stepped into site, feeling that he wasn't a threat. Her hair was instantly caught by the soft wind that swirled around her.

"Beautiful site isn't it? The city all lit up as if a thousand fireflies were caught in time, unmoving but ever blinking. And when you look up at the stars, being where the lights of the city can't touch them, it's as if the night herself covered us in the folds of a soft warm blanket." she looked at him and giggled. "This is one of my favorite spots here, but it's ok, I'll share it with you. What brings you here anyway?" she asked.

Iris then pulled out a big blanket and wrapped it around herself and sat down, not quite beside him, but not super far away either. The smile never left her face and in her eyes was genuine happiness.

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(I can't for the life of me remember that Turk's name from Dragonfall..)
As Eris' still-outstretched hand is finally grasped, her grin grows, all but dismissing the fiery-haired Irish-dwarf's temper as she responds, placidly, "Nice to meet you too. Thanks for the compliment, but the drone is inherited. Nice...er...hair."
She looks about the Cafe, her expression appearing positively suspicious. Then, after several scans, she crosses her arms and says, resolutely, "No Corporate spies here. Nope. Not a single one. I can smell a corporate spy when I see one, definitely. In any case, even if I didn't have super powers of perception, this is the Kreuzbasar. The Corporates don't come here unless they're looking for a Runner, and then they know who to look for anyway. It's not as if we're spreading anarchist propaganda or anything. Just two ladies looking to make some nuyen, right? And anyway, who says I'm telling the truth about being a Runner's daughter? For all you know, I could be corporate."

Eris smiles an easy smile, and sits back against the bar, picking up the second soykaf the Turk made for her on reflex, as she was the type to always have at least two per day. As she sips at her second drink, she asks the Dwarf, "I do wonder what special skills you possess, Redcap. Surely you're here looking for something, although I'm not entirely clear as to what. Perhaps you're looking for employment? If that's the case, I'm looking to organise a team, and you look like just the kind of character I need."

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<January 13, 2087, 2035 hours, Kreuzbasar kiez, East Berlin>
The Kreuzbasar never seemed to change. After being away for some twenty two years, Tam returned to an image that had leaped straight out of his most vivid memories like a ghost come back to haunt him. Not that it had been an unpleasant find. As a younger man he had frequented Kreuzberg for any number of reasons. Half of those times he had been passing through on his way to another part of Berlin. On those few occasions something had tied him down to the kiez, it was always a most productive matter. Like acquiring some hyper from the local street peddler. It was a comfortable little hole-in-the-wall sort of place. Quiet but still alive, thriving like a druggie twisting in a soporifically induced labyrinth. Fire burned golden-orange in barrels, sending up embers as their emissaries to the alien world where flakes of snow tumbled down from the sky. Handfuls of destitute souls hung around them, some clutching bottles that emptied much too swiftly. When the fire wasn't enough to soothe you, and you didn't want stims- or couldn't afford them- the warmth of liquor could melt away just enough of whatever was eating away at you to let you sleep.

Tam had wrapped himself up in an old black, moth-eaten polyester coat that he'd managed to appropriate shortly after returning to Berlin. It had been woven together in an imitation of a woolen garment, and was baggy enough to wear comfortably over his gear. Better not to draw attention to oneself, as opposed to tromping around in what amounted to full battle dress on exhibition. It was like saying, "Hey, drekhead! Shoot me!" Ammunition being the commodity that it was, he preferred not having to ventilate every other half baked bastard who crossed the street. That was really another thing he liked about the Kreuzbasar that had not changed. It was one of the more peaceful places in Berlin. Always had been. Not like that toilet, Drogenkippe. At least in this part of the city he did not have to keep as wary an eye for the magnificently stupid. Even the addicts looked to be more tranquilized than the elsewhere forlorn.

Aphelion was dressed in a coat of her own. A knee length piece that had once been red, faded since production until it was a dull maroon. "If you start regaling me with that sentimental drek," her near-monotone broke through the pocket of silence surrounding them, "I'll kneecap you." She had apparently noticed something in his eye. Like an approaching calamity creeping its way toward them. Her instinct these days was to quickly drain it of any potential threat value, namely through healthy application of lethal force.

Tam's expression, which had been somewhat genial, immediately soured. "The fuck are you on about, lieb-chan?" The nickname was his abysmal idea of a joke, which he only pulled out of his hat when he wanted to annoy her. A combination of his native tongue, Aphelion's, and playful denigration. His accent was as much an utter mess as his sense of humor. Heavily German on top, accented with two decades of speaking Japanese as his second language. Forcing it, really. He'd never caught on in all that time to be anything more than very, very basically conversational.

Aphelion leaned her upper body at a gentle incline away from him, as if he were contagious. This was sort of her version of a grimace, these days. "No stories," was her simple command. Her eyes reinforced it, hardening as they stared into his.

Waving a hand to dismiss her, and making a disgusted noise at the back of his throat, the elf turned his attention back to the local scenery. For all the filth and graffiti, it felt like home to him. After first bringing Aphelion to the F-State, his attempt at alleviating her lack of.. "enthusiasm".. had been to refer to it as "having that lived-in feel". She had stared right back at him, her face totally blank, and asked, "Is that what blood cells say when they see an infection?"

"I take it you're not enjoying yourself," Tam grumbled, hands getting stuffed abruptly into his coat's pockets.

"Could that be it?" The responding query was laced with a very sharp derisiveness, in contrast to the bluntness of her tone.

"That's absolutely it, my question is what's got you so bitchy?" Tam craned his neck to look around, suddenly feeling like he was being watched. Nothing stood out amongst the corners and run down buildings, so he chalked it up to paranoia. He swore all of those stims he shot up when he was younger were coming back to haunt him. Straight out of a Dickens novel. "I say we find you something to melt that chilling heart of yours, girl. You're getting colder than the season." Pulling a hand free, he curled one of his fingers and beckoned her to follow.

Predictably, she piped up from behind with, "We need to get-"

"Trust me," Tam sighed, "She's not even going to notice a little bit." Throwing a glance back just to make sure she was still there, he led her off the main road and into a jumble of buildings. From his peripheral vision, he noted how the fingers of her right hand curled at the front of her coat, ready to tear it open so she could reach inside and grab the sword currently hung on the lining within. She was even worse than him.

Their sudden detour led the duo to a tucked away cafe back behind the rest of the eclectic affair in the immediately vicinity, and once inside they were enveloped in a rich aroma of coffee and tobacco that had saturated the building's interior after years of prolonged exposure. It hung like a blanket, warm and thick as it wrapped around them. Tam did not plan on them lingering for too long, so he spared all pretense and strode right up to the bar. Respectfully, he gave the two women already seated there a berth. Especially seeing as at least one knew a fair bit of rigging, considering there was a fragging drone floating nearby. It would be wiser to not do anything that might be misconstrued as belligerent.

"Hoi, omae," the elf briskly greeted the man behind the bar, flashing a broad grin. The way his lips peeled back across his teeth seemed almost predatory, traces of an animal sneer amidst the cordiality. Aphelion fell in beside him, saying nothing. "Oh, you're a charmer," Tam growled to the girl.

The Turk at the bar returned a smile, both businesslike and genuine at once. "Evening to the two of you. What could I get you, tonight? We have both soykaf and true, honest to God coffee for the more discerning taste."

"Just a soykaf for me. Black." Tam inclined his head to the man, eyes flicking down to Aphelion. Something in his face came off as worried.

"Real coffee?" Aphelion inquired, a gentle intrigued tilt leaning her head to one side.

"Drek."

The Turk's smile brightened. "It is more expensive, as you might understand, but I assure you: the extra nuyen is worth the experience, if you have never enjoyed any before tonight."

"Soykaf. Black." Tam reiterated, his words now somewhat strained. He pulled out a few loose bills and tossed them unceremoniously onto the bar, almost glaring at his partner by this point. "I would advise you," he lowered his voice a little, measuring each syllable before it came out of his mouth, "Not to go throwing your money around so frivolously."

Aphelion worked her jaw almost imperceptibly as she thought about the prospect. She stayed otherwise still throughout, until she finally dug out her credstick and proffered it to the Turk. "Coffee."

With that single word uttered, Tam unleashed an exasperated groan, his eyes falling shut.

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"Just said," Redcap grunted, taking another drink of her soykrap. "Witch. Former producer of foci and reagents. Possessor of great hair and magical power." She set her cup on the counter and swatted lightly at the map. "This isn't really anythin' pressing, jus checking reagent claims in the area. Only thing I'm really looking for at present is work, which you are so kind to offer, and I so humble and gracious to accept. Maybe."

She folded the map into a small square and put it in her back pocket. She rubs at her lower lip with the back of one finger, then sniffs. Her eyes have settled somewhat from the ranting glare she had worn a couple moments earlier, and she watched the snow tossed around by a nighttime breeze on the ground outside. "How much does the work you're offerin' pay, exactly? Is there pay? Because I feel inclined to mention I expect some part up front. You wouldn't be the first to try and stiff me on that."

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A cold and sharp feeling shook through Sentinel's back and neck. He could have sworn he was alone.

It was this place, these new shores had messed with him, dulled his senses. Sen cursed himself for allowing this to happen, for all he knew he could be dead if anyone here was out to get him. As soon as the immediate shock had sunk in, Sen began to process what was happening, slowly lowering his clenched hand on to his lap. Standing up and turning around, he found that the voice had come from a light haired elven woman. Makes sense, elves were often one's for conversation, then again, the one's that talked too much tended not to live too long on a run.

Finally coming back to reality, Sentinel relaxed and removed his cigarette from his mouth, billowing smoke into the air above. His eyes fixed upon this stranger and he eventually responded. "Beautiful?" he said inquisitively. "I'd never thought about it that way". Upon inspection of the woman, Sen lowered his guard. She didn't even look like a woman at all, more a girl according to the way she presented herself, but he had to admit she was fairly striking.

He sat back down, staring out again. "A city, or even a country run by a corp is as ugly as one controlled by the people" he stated as he took another smoke before discarding it for good. "But a place like this, the flux-state? I suppose, if anything, that is beauty" Without realising that he'd completely disregarded that this girl was referring to the view, Sen frowned and shifted to face her.

"Who the hell are you anyway?"

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Iris giggled and looked up at him. She listened intently as he spoke, her eyes slightly glowing. "I suppose that since I startled you I can at least give you my name. I'll have you know though, I'm no one special. The name is Iris." she then turned back to the view and leaned against the wall, watching as the smoke from his cigarette billowed upwards.

"So, I have answered your question, and I shall return it. Who might you be? I have yet to see your face around town and especially around here. Are you new? Where are you from? Is it beautiful? Oh, I have gotten ahead of myself I should let you answer first." she said giggling, though it was cut short as some of the smoke drifted into her nose and she coughed. "You know that is a very nasty habit." she added waving away.

She watched him after that, to see his answer. She was very intrigued by him, for some reason wanting to know more about him. Then she wondered if he could tell she was older than him, as elvish people did not age the same as others. Maybe he viewed her as everyone else did. A helpless little girl incapable of protecting herself. She wrinkled her nose at the though and brought her thoughts in so she could pay attention to his answers.

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Here he was, not even midnight yet and Brandon was on his knees in a crappy car near the ass end of Berlin trying to wire if for his own needs. The thoughts of what had transpired still fresh in his mind. Starting not surprisingly after he had been double crossed by a long time contact and friend.

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This room sitting on the eight floor of the an abandoned office building, the years of battering time evident in the missing paint and peeling ceiling tiles. Brandon stood with his contact Oscar, a fixer that usually specialized in cross corporation transactions. They were paid to acquire a state of the art processor from an inside man with Mitsuhama. Their meeting with a man from the buyer was trying to look as neutral as possible, but the tech hanging over his eye and the stamping put him as an agent for Renraku.

But everything goes black after the case is handed off and Brandon starts to take the payment. Only to find that Oscar had hit him with that damn stun gun he carries. Unfortunately the agent was planning to skip out with the payment and the processor with Oscar in tow, only for Oscar to shoot him when his back was turned. Oscar placed one case next to the other and loomed over Brandon for a minute to speak. "Sorry this had to happen man.. its just business and all, but I can't risk you spreading word about this to anyone." Even though, Brandon knew that he would most likely sell the processor to a higher bid. A million nuyen had already been invested in this deal, more then a sizable chunk of what even he hopes to make back from the finished deal.

Now it seemed Oscar was going to take a large chunk out of his investment and then kill him to put the icing on this little situation. "Any last words?" He asked Brandon before pulling his own gun on, though it was easy to see that he was uneasy with the weight of the weapon. Brandon was only left to smile as he got up on a knee to steady himself. "Yeah, I'm gonna have to say I'm sorry too" Oscar cocks an eyebrow for a moment but it was too slow to realize. The chromatic knuckles on his right hand balled up and he torched his punch up into Oscars body, in a fashion and power that would most likely render him unable to breed for the rest of his life. Hence a rolling popping noise was easy enough to discern that Brandon as the gun and then Oscar fell to the floor. The man rolled for a few moments, rasping groans escaping him before he sputtered a response "Was that.. really necessary.. for flipping on you?"

Brandon stood, retaking his weapon and pulling the slide back to check the round. "No old friend, that was for narking on the deal and this.. is for flipping on me." Oscars eyes only had the chance to widen before the round separated sections of his head from the cybernetic implants in his scalp. Brandon is left with a few harsh thoughts running through his mind, only to regret that he had known Oscar for more then five years. Only for it to end in such a horrible manner, a grave thing that worried him about of the state of things.
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If it weren't for the corp goons that were stationed downstairs, everything would have turned out find and Brandon wouldn't be in this position. They shot him, blew up his car and then for good measure put a few holes in his new suit that his armor managed thankfully managed to catch.

The car finally managed to crank up and the headlights beamed on just in time to catch the sight of the six men in the snowy air ahead of him and they proceeded to shred the vehicle. Painting it as if bullet riddle were a new color that was all the rage these days and a few rounds from his seat managed to make them scatter. Too bad for the car though, the fire from the engine block was a sign that it would be no use and Brandon bolted from the seat. He managed to cover a few blocks before they could collect on his trail and he ducked through the front door of a lit shop before sitting in a booth and setting the cases down and hunkering in the seat. It takes a few seconds for a trundle of boots to come careening by the window, thanks to the weather the window was snowed up enough to keep them from seeing him.

After they pass, Brandon sits up and leans into the table taking notice of the small stream of blood running down his grey shirt and tie. The bullet passing through his upper shoulder and out the other side, leaving a nice hole in both sides of his new jacket. A sigh escapes him, as if the state of his clothes were the worst part of this affair.

Brandon takes notice that he was not the only in attendance, seeing a few eyes glance back at him along with the owners from on the other side of the bar and he flashes a quick smile. "Seems business is good tonight.. can I get a stiff drink and maybe a clean rag as well?" He sits back in the seat of that booth, sliding the cases back between his legs as the bartender sets a bottle a glass on the table. A small white cloth follows as he looks on and Brandon speaks "Leave the bottle if you don't mind. He spins the bottle with his hand, the cybernetics clinking against the glass. "Ah, McDowell's.. how nice." The man steps away and returns to the bar, while Brandon pours a glass and drinks it quick with several eyes on him.

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(Jfc guys, I'm feeling outclassed here XD Good thing, yeah, but damn. All these fucking 10 paragraph responses, whew. Also, Oborosen, is Brandon in the cafe? If so, I don't think they serve alcohol >.>)
"Ah, yes. You did say that, didn't you?" asked Eris, frowning at her own awful memory, "I must have had a few too many doses of Bliss this morning. Ah, well. I can't say I've ever worked with a witch. I can offer you three hundred nuyen up front for this job, my friend, no more. I am, unfortunately, rather strapped for cash at the moment." Eris smiles that placid smile of hers. "I'm sure you understand."
"Coffee."
Coffee? Somebody had fifty nuyen to bust on a simple drink? In the Kreuzbasar? Eris' ears perk up, and with a pat on its hull she quickly slips into the skin of her Drone, the optics that were once passively scanning the cafe turning to the pair sitting a ways away from them at the bar, sizing them up with some measure of discretion as she leaves Redcap to ponder the offer, that smile still plastered upon her face, yet somehow more vacant now. She doesn't recognise the faces. She doesn't recognise the voices. More new people. Eris knows all the locals of the Kreuzbasar kiez, and these aren't locals. The Guardian runs a short scan on their armament, the reading that pops up on Eris' neuro-HUD suggesting they certainly aren't civilians. More Runners, she guesses. And skilled ones, by the look of them. They could possibly make a wonderful addition to her team, although she can't afford to shell out a ton of cash for their services. Hopefully, they're loyal to the cause. That could make a pretty fine selling point, especially since Saeder-Krupp is her eventual target. The faces of corporate oppression, right alongside the Azzies.

The drone returns to its passive oscillation as she slips back into her own brain, sipping at her creamy soykaf as she ponders this new information. Outsiders had been flooding into East Berlin since the war started a few weeks ago. The Kreuzbasar kiez, however, has remained fairly untouched by the civil war, and as a result its population had remained fairly static compared to the rest, those newcomers who came to help with the war effort generally preferring a more westward perch. Eris can't say she minds the new folk, of course. It'd been too long since she'd been able to talk to anyone new outside of business, and business was often not the most pleasant forum for a nice chat.

Speaking of which..."Right, with that business out of the way," says Eris slowly, "tell me a bit about yourself, dwarf. You're clearly not a local. Your garb and manner of speaking suggest an upbringing in the Tir nations. Am I about right?" While her interest in the conversation is not exactly feigned, Eris' mind is only truly half there, her attention divided between eavesdropping on the pair of newcomers and chatting up the witch. This was shaping up to be quite the interesting day indeed.

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"Tír na nÓg, yeah," Redcap replied, picking up her broken pencil and drumming it on the bar. "That's where I'm from. Land o' the Eternally Young. Great name for a country, truly."

Smalltalk. She hated smalltalk. More importantly, she hated smalltalk about herself. She wondered if she shouldn't just make some drek up. The elf only seemed to be half-listening anyway, it wasn't as if she'd know the difference.

"I'm from Limmerick, specifically," she said, relaxing and taking another drink of her soykaf. "Family of pixies raised me there, actually. I wasn't the easiest child, naturally, being several times their size, but they loved me like one o' their own, and taught me everything they knew. Raised me up good and proper, they did, with good Satanist values. Taught me how to steal children, sacrifice virgins to the Dark Lord, all the fun stuff every child should know.

But o'course, every dream must end, and they were all torn apart by devil rats. A real shame, but at least they tasted nice. I could give you a recipe, if you like. I wandered the nation for several weeks, eventually being taken in by a lovely couple on the edge o' Dublin. They tasted nice, too, they did. Especially the man. See, the trick is to let 'em bleed first, get all the juices flowing."

She quieted, watching a moment to see if Eris was paying attention.

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This one did indeed like to talk.

The barrage of questions shot from this elf would have overwhelmed many people, but Sentinel sat as they bounced off of his mind all at once, ricocheting off into the night air. Sen listened, but he didn't hear, or didn't choose to, the only query that he singled out was the one asking of his identity. "Do I answer?" he pondered, rolling the options in his head. It was true that he had asked who she was, and common courtesy dictated he return the favour, although Sentinel and common courtesy were never good frends most of the time, even as passing acquaintances, they would scowl at each other from across a room. No, Sen had no time for manners, but without thinking he let slip his name anyway, perhaps a side effect of his early days in the shadows, when being known by the right people got you on the best runs, with the best equipment.

"Sentinel" he answered carelessly and emotionless. Well, now that was out he would at least get a glimpse of what this Iris' game was. It was unlikely that anyone here had heard of him, and even more unlikely still that she was corporate, not in a place like this. Even so, who approaches lonesome strangers on their own, either this elf was naive, or she knew that she could handle most drekheads who would try to start something. One on one conversations left no room for analysis, before you know it they've stopped speaking and you're expected to speak, like an awkward dance with words that ends when both parties are exhausted rather than when one has got what they needed.

Sen certainly felt like she was pressing, but why? In his experience no one talks because they are interested, but because they want something, and he couldn't for the life of him work out the elf's motives. Finally Sen did the only thing he knew to in this situation, go on the defensive. As he was about to speak up and interrogate this girl, Sen got a message on his comm.

His gear had arrived.

It was as good an excuse as any to leave this line of questioning. Sentinel jumped up and scanned the area, "I have to go" he declared. The drop that he had arranged when he arrived was sitting behind a bench outside a cafe nearby, and Sen was eager to retrieve it, lest he get the offer for a run, and have to empty his already dwindling credstick buying new equipment. Finally he looked at this Iris, still unsure of what she wanted. "I didn't answer your questions" he stated, obliviously leaving out any sort of apology, "do you know anyone offering work?" he paused, "you know, more dangerous work than the usual". He attempted to hint, assuming she wasn't any sort of spy or danger, and hoping she would at least know of any shadowrunners or Johnsons in the area.

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Tam and Aphelion seated themselves, the former sinking slowly onto the bar stool. With his elbows propped on the wood and fingers threaded together, he started muttering to his partner from behind the barrier provided by his hands. "Ihnen ist bekannt," his chocolate eyes, now devoid of their usual gaiety, swiveled toward Aphelion with all the foreboding swiftness of a plummeting guillotine. They stopped somewhere short of her, coming to a halt off in space, lingering on the stacked shelves behind the bar. He wanted to keep his attention on the pair nearby for any worrisome signs, obviously without giving his furtive observation away. He guessed they were runners, or that at least one was. The drone made it easier to read than a picture book. Otherwise, there were tiny signs he was beginning to pick up on. After a while anyone could start to see runners at a glance. Though they were all different, and some hid it better than others, the life did something to you. Eventually it turned into a sort of badge you carried around everywhere you went. What started to separate them was how many layers were worn over it. "I've never had real coffee before, myself. I did like to splurge when I was younger, though."

Aphelion's shoulders sagged with the weight of his coming lecture prematurely bearing down on her. "Didn't I say something about stories, roujin?"

Something was mumbled by the elf, his imprecation masked in surreptitious tones and unintelligible German. A quick breath restored his volume. "I'm only trying to make a point. Will you at least let me do that?" It became crystal clear he would pursue the matter regardless of her answer just by looking him in the eye. His irises were clouded by a fog of pure obstinacy.

The girl gestured limply in concession.

"You're much too kind," Tam mumbled, straightening up and pulling one of his arms off the bar. The other hand he held flat and upward at an angle, as if to catch her bored stare and pull it back down should it go wandering too far off course. "Soykaf is good-"

There came a none-too-blasé harrumph from the Turk as he prepared their drinks. "One should never allow chances for new experiences to slip so easily from their grasp. This is one such moment," he looked at Aphelion, winking conspiratorially, "You shall never forget."

Tam's mien dried to beat a desert. He angled a single, long finger at the proprietor. "You know, you're a very good businessman," he said, faint traces of venom coating his timbre. The man's experience in his trade duly noted, Tam returned to his partner. "Trust me, I understand wanting to live a little. Hell, when I was just shy of half your age-" He bit his tongue, rolling his head around thoughtfully. "Actually, maybe I shouldn't delve into that," he backpedaled from the subject, rubbing his neck. "Anyway," he waved his hand around, as if to scatter any words left hanging in the air to intermingle with the stench of stale tobacco, "You eventually hit that line where you plummet straight into extravagance. Spending fifty whole nuyen on a single cup of coffee is about that point, liebchen."

Aphelion expressed her thoughts on the matter instantaneously with a very concise, "Shut up and let me enjoy my coffee." She did not even look at him. The entire time her lips were moving, her eyes were tracing out patterns in the surface of the counter. Clearly her dour disposition was even worse than usual tonight. Her expression was terse, eyes inconspicuously narrowed, and body rigid.

"Shouganai," the elf relented with a beleaguered sigh, throwing up his hands in surrender. They came back down onto the bar with the firm sound of flesh slapping wood, just about the time the Turk was bringing them their drinks. "Mm." Tam accepted his with a grunt and a pithy nod, resigned to focusing his attention elsewhere for the time being.

Burakgazi gently set down a mug of piping hot black coffee in front of Aphelion, a prideful smile turning his lips as he stepped back to observe her reaction. She lifted the mug, steam wafting up from the dark liquid and curling against her skin as she inhaled the powerful aroma of the opulent roast. Closing her eyes to drown out any distractions, she parted her lips and took a sip of the brew. The Turk's brow raised expectantly, but he was mildly perplexed when the girl remained motionless.

Tam weakly shook his head, his countenance screwed up in a look of chagrin. All he could see was nuyen down the fragging drain. "That means she likes it," he offered his assistance as interpreter, glancing up at the man and downing a mouthful of soykaf. "Not bad," he whispered under his breath. As he was going in for another quaff, a soft beeping snagged his ear. His expression fell even further to the floor, and he set down his cup so he could draw back a coat sleeve.

"I thought you said she wouldn't notice." Aphelion had opened her eyes, and the look she fixed him with was darkly humorous. "Unless you know of somebody else who might want to get in touch."

"At this hour?" Tam impishly arched a single brow. "Could be just about anyone, liebchen." He answered the call on his comm, lifting it so he would not need to speak loudly. "What drekhole are you crawling out of now?" A soft chuckle joined hands with his hushed, sandpaper tone.

A broken, throaty laugh snaked back in response. The voice on the other end was low and weak, but clearly feminine. "Mmm.. if you ever stayed long enough, maybe I'd get to show you..." Every word that lazily worked its way out of her mouth stumbled about like a drunk coming home after a long night's "work".

"Not on my life, mostly because I have one outside of a hovel," Tam rejoined in a sing-song fashion, his lips splitting into a wickedly wry smirk as he took another drink. Strangely contrasting, a look a disgust was etched into the lines of his face otherwise. He seemed stressed, as if he were bearing with the moment against his better judgment.

The voice on the other end laughed, more loudly this time. It was an incredibly awkward, and very weak sound, like the act was swiftly draining her with every breath. She exhaled dramatically, and he could imagine her running a thumb across her brow as she shook her head disdainfully. "Speaking of visiting..."

"Yeah, we were getting to that. Thought we'd revel a bit in the glory of our victory. You know how it is." Tam cast a malicious eye at Aphelion's cup of coffee. The girl noticed, frowning right back. "Aphie went a little over the top, though. Not quite what you might prefer, of course. She's not going to be giggling at the lampshade in a minute, but it might keep her up a few more hours."

At the pet name, his partner's glower turned to poisoned daggers. "Fuck off."

Tam waved merrily back with his free hand. "Give us a bit, we'll be on our way. You'd better not be catatonic when we get there, either." He cut the call before she could respond. "Scum of the earth handling my fucking paycheck," he snorted, giving a good shake of his head. "Bleeding hell, and all that. Why does our luck suck?"

"I don't know," the girl droned. "Any gods you might have offended?" Aphelion's voice was muddled by her mug, which she murmured into rather than pulling her face away. She was obviously joking, and he was surprised she had seen fit to answer him at all.

"Plenty, but surely not this badly." He gestured at the ceiling emphatically. "I mean do come on, I've not gone around butchering puppies all my life, or anything."

Her eyes briefly flicked over to him. "Funny how you assume it takes committing an atrocity to be considered bad." Something in her bland tone was blatantly condescending.

"Well, generally." Tam rolled his eyes, leaning back a little. "We've all done drek that's not exactly appropriate, but sometimes I just feel like the universe is being a bit silly with it all."

Aphelion appeared for a fleeting moment as if she were going to respond, even lowering her mug a few centimetres in preparation. A quick thought on the matter later, and she decided a simple shrug might suffice. "Hm." That single sound carried a weight to it, and it struck Tam as odd. For some reason, a shiver passed down his spine, and he sought the warmth of his soykaf to dispel it.

As it turned out, his drink had already gone cold.

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Sentinel, hmm a nice name. I wonder if there is someone else our there named the same? she thought then brought herself back hearing his question. She did indeed notice he didn't answer any of her questions and that intrigued her more but also put her on guard. Looking up at him she stood up and folded her blanket, she kept her mind quiet as she did so. She decided to test his patience for an answer. Walking over to where she was previously hidden she revealed a small wood chest. Opening it she placed her blanket inside on top of a couple other things. The majority of it being fascinating drawings of her own creation.

She pulled out a backpack and began stuffing a couple of things in it. An apple, sketch pad, pencils and a small thing of perfume, that was unused. After doing all these tasks in a quick manor she turned back to Sentinel, speaking her mind, "Well Mr. Sentinel, I don't know anyone in that particular field personally, but I do know of a hang out where a couple might be. That is if you trust me enough to follow. I will say this once, and once only. I'm a very curious person, I'm unafraid to speak my mind, and I'm quick to anger. Your lack of answering a couple questions intrigues me as well as put me on guard. These are trying times, and I intend to live through them. Now should we get going?"

Iris looked up slightly at him again, realizing he was only an inch taller. The fire in her eyes was glowing brightly on the rooftop of the tall building they were on. The wind was blowing harder now, up here in this little bubble all but cut off from the rest of the city except for those brave enough to climb it. Her hair was drifting behind her, and in this moment she looked strong, capable of anything if she so chose, or at leas that was the image she hoped she was creating. She stood waiting in his response, she was very still, ready for anything.

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Success? Sen's question was more of a gambit, and so he was pleasantly surprised to get any information. Sen gave his acknowledgement by a subtle nod, in a way of appreciation while also as a confirmation for Iris to show him the way. "I have to make a stop, I trust it's on the way" he expressed, already walking towards the cafe.

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At ground level, the Kreuzbasar was an incredibly distinct place, certainly different from above, more... cluttered. The compact nature of the streets was a breeding ground for culture, community and all the things in between. Sentinel made his way through the stalls and shops, swerving past the occasional local and manoeuvring through the dense urban sprawl towards his gear. Finally he made it to the cafe, unaware if his new elf acquaintance was even still around. Studying the area, he spied the drop location, reaching behind to retrieve a bag. Checking the contents, he was relieved to see his Walther MA-2100 rifle separated into pieces, nestled among his Black Scorpion pistol and a few fetishes.

His rifle had been with him through many runs, and had seen almost as much action as Sen had. A few years ago, it had been instrumental in saving a run from certain doom. Sen put his hand in the bag to hold and examine some of the items, remembering clearly the events. Awkwardly laying in his cramped vantage point, slowly scanning the Seattle sprawl, Sentinel eyed his target. Whatever this guy did to piss off whoever hired the team was long forgotten, yet Sen could still remember the feeling of the wind from the dilapidated floor of the unfinished building he was perched in, the metal of the rifle cold to the touch, it's icy barrel laying against his outstretched thigh as he lay in wait.

The other runners were in position by that point, ready to leave with the newly acquired paydata. The last thing in place however was this guy, this drekhead in the most difficult to reach place, with little chance of a clean double tap kill from Sen, let alone a attempt from the team on the ground. Luck wasn't on their side that day, with the security quickly discovering the team, a firefight ensued and the target hastily ran to safety. They were about to pull out, leave with whoever was still alive and hope to escape with their tails between their legs.

But then Sentinel heard it. The voice inside, the force beyond, his totem told him to wait, Crow wanted to see this done. So he waited, he waited for the events to line up perfectly, his magic endowing him with a perfect shot over hundreds of yards. The poor guy didn't even know what hit him, specifically it was a bullet, entered center mass and put him on his back to bleed out in no time at all, but he didn't know that. An inferior weapon may have let Sen down that day, but this rifle had assisted him more times than he could count.

He came back to reality with the sharp zip of the bag closing. He slung it over his back and moved back to the entrance of the cafe once more.

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Iris followed Sen to the spot he said he needed to pick something up. The walk was quiet so she herself stayed quiet. Seeing Sen was lost in though she felt it was better to walk in silence and let him think then to not let him think. As they walked she was constantly watching windows and doors as well as around them. She felt that with people disappearing one could not be too careful. When they finally reached their destination she was surprised to see that they were at the cafe. She peered inside to have a look at who all was in, and noticed a few new people.

The sound of an unzipping bag drew her attention back to Sen. Iris froze , giving a small indistinct squeak when she saw the gun in Sen's bag. Fear was deep in her eyes and she had to strain herself from stepping back. Her breathing and heartbeat increased and she clutched her backpack tightly.

"Umm, c-could you maybe n-not pull those out around me?" she asked her voice wavering. Her body shook as if she were cold, but this was not the case. She looked back over to the cafe. "C-come on, here is the place. L-lets go in and get us something to warm our stomachs ok?" She added then walked off, leaving him to decide if he wanted to follow or not.

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Eris is certainly listening enough to pick up on the utter ridiculousness of Redcap's story, and affixes her with an unconvinced stare and a raised brow. "A family of...pixies...taught you blood magic, and how to make sacrifices to The Adversary. Riiiight," says Eris, her incredulous look turning into a slight grin. "If you don't want to talk about your past, just tell me. No need to make up some ridiculous drek about pixies and sacrifices and that. If you want just to talk business, do we have a deal or no? I'm afraid I can't give you any details on the run until the time comes. You could be corporate, for all I know." She's quite good at dividing her attention, it would seem. One needed to be, if they were a rigger who deigned to control a number of drones, rather than a single one. Eris is one such rigger.

At the same time, she takes in the information that the pair at the other side of the bar are inadvertently giving her. Scum of the Earth handling the pay. Definitely Runners. They sound as if they're possessed of a sort of love-hate father-daughter relationship, by the sound of the dialogue. Their aura of comfort in such a place as the F-State certainly hints at a long life in the Shadows, something of a rarity nowadays. Yes, surely they would be a good addition to her team. Assuming they'd join. In addition, her drone's optics pinpoint another individual of interest. A man with a world of experience in his eyes, wounded yet intact. Drinking alcohol, rather than caffeine. Sporting some pretty wiz chrome. This cafe could prove to be quite the recruitment spot, tonight. Many new faces. Many new /Runner/ faces, at that. The corporations wouldn't stand a chance.

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<January 13, 2087, 2040 hours, Golden Tower, West Berlin>
The golden dragon Lofwyr sits, in human form, upon a very cushy red leather chair in the expansive premium office at the very top of the new resplendent Golden Tower tower in Saeder-Krupp's portion of West Berlin, erected in record time at the expense of a sizable chunk of Lofwyr's near-endless resources. A slim stream of smoke wafts up to the ceiling from the long, fat real tobacco cirgar as his near-glowing golden eyes gaze out of the massive window encompassing half the circular office, trailing over his beloved domain. His mood sours as he inadvertently looks upon that terrible blight on the land that is East Berlin, his placid grin quickly turning to a grimmace. He had turned what was once a cesspool of scum and villainy into a thriving metropolis, and how had those F-State savages repaid him? Forcing him to wall them off in their own tiny section of the city, fighting back against his every move, damaging Saeder-Krupp property, causing his citizens harm. Worst of all, they had caused him to lose profit by invading Berlin, and he was still working to even out the balance from that initial strike. Something had to be done about them.

He spins about in his chair to face his massive desk, picking up his commlink and quickly getting a hold of his secretary, a mousey, timid girl who isn't a very good secretary in all honesty, but who certainly knows how to keep professional confidentiality, and who tries harder than anyone Lofwyr's ever employed. "Clara," states Lofwyr's low, placid voice, "get me in touch with a Damien Knight. Tell him it's important. I plan to acquire the services of one of his Knight Errant High-Threat Task Forces. Yes. Thank you..."
As the sound of the other line ringing replaces his secretary's voice, Lofwyr's face turns up into a grin again. Perhaps this situation isn't unsalvageable after all.
(For people new to the universe, Knight Errant High-Threat Task Forces are really, really, really bad for Runners. Like, to the point where even the most experienced guy is like "don't fuck with them. just run")

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"'Ridiculous drek.' You wound me," Redcap said, picking her nose. She chuckled to herself mentally, knowing her colorful lies might actually be easier to believe than the truth. "Fine, I'll take the job. Still want some of that nuyen up front, though. Said it yourself, you could be corporate."

She upturned her cup, catching the last few droplets of soykaf with her tongue, then placed it in one of the rings it had made on the bar. She stretched, feeling a few of her joints pop, then dropped off the barstool. She tried to seem cool while doing so, despite barely being a head higher. She'd seen someone order alcohol, which meant it was time to go corner the Turk about his earlier insistance that he didn't carry such.

"I've got a thing, so just get in contact with me when I'm needed," she remarked, flicking her nose. "You're a decker, shouldn't be too hard."

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With his equipment in tow, Sentinel could now get down to the business he came to Germany for, hopefully find a run and let everything else Crow would want slide into place. Iris' reaction to the contents of the bag however was strange, and had elevated Sen's interest in her since first meeting, for someone living in as dangerous an area as this, her skittish reaction to a gun was odd, especially to his eyes. Although previously regarding her as someone of unimportance, Sen became intrigued as to her past experiences, with his trouble pinning down her motives serving only to escalate his interest.

For the second time that day, a smile inched it's way onto Sentinel's face. Maybe he did want to stick around this girl for a little while longer. Iris wandered into the cafe, announcing, by a stroke of good fortune, that they were already at the place she agreed to lead him to, meanwhile Sen instinctively followed, his mind racing at the thoughts of who else he might encounter with secrets buried beneath the surface.

The scent of it all was the first thing to hit you entering the cafe. It must have been, real coffee. Certainly an unusual smell, ever since the soy substitute mostly replaced it, but welcome nonetheless, carrying with it the feeling of a thousand sleepless nights and countless groggy mornings. The layout of the place was certainly homely, much like the rest of the Kreuzbasar, the charm of the owner and patrons permeated the space, immediately giving it a unique atmosphere.

"A popular meeting spot?" Sen asked, turning his head to Iris, yet his eyes never stopped darting to the newest piece of information around them. It seemed as if he knew the answer to his question already, as a number of curious characters could be spotted even from the entrance.

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Leader of the Knight Errant High-Threat Response Team sent into Berlin to clean up the streets, Grendel is a huge, gruff physical adept troll with a surprising speed and grace to his movements.

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Leader of the Knight Errant High-Threat Response Team sent into Berlin to clean up the streets, Grendel is a huge, gruff physical adept troll with a surprising speed and grace to his movements.

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Eris is an Elven rigger in her mid twenties, living up to the legacy of her late mother

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"One thing to remember, I can and will electrocute you."

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Eris is an Elven rigger in her mid twenties, living up to the legacy of her late mother

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"One thing to remember, I can and will electrocute you."


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Saeder-Krupp Heavy Industries Company's seat of power in their large portion of West Berlin, Golden Tower can be seen across the entirety of the massive city, stretching far above everything around it. It serves as an icon of corporate power in Berlin.

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Re: Shadowrun: Rise of APEX

I must apologize for not catching that everyone was back to posting. Things were starting to move over here again and soon I will be off to be best man at my friends wedding. Will keep in touch though and do what I can to keep posting.

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Gah! Sorry, sorry, sorry. :( I'll try and have a post up soon. Things have been a bit, ah.. off for me, lately.

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I'm hoping everyone'll come back before I continue. If not we'll just have to retcon some things or assume they ditched the area so that they have a chance to come back later. Still, hope I won't have to do that.

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Sorry, guys. Life has sort of been getting me down of late and I've become a bit of a recluse. I'll try to get on here more often again, even if I have to force it. Eventually it'll probably start to feel better again.

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It seems to be fizzleing. :(

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Yeah, I'm hoping we can get Rose back as well.
Rps tend to lose steam if their creators aren't in the mix anymore.

*It may just be the way the site is going for some people, my last add for my new Rp never got any real replies. So I just put it on the back burner and decided to wait for a few more friends to come back online.

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We seem to be missing a Rose. What are we going to do about that?

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hopefully we can get this thing moving again!

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We need more people to come back lol

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Glad we've started posting again, it'd be a shame to leave the RP hanging before it begins. Good on everyone!

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Yeah, on top of some personal shit I've also been having problems signing in. I'll try and write something up as soon as I can.

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Yeah sorry, I've been meaning to post. All my course leaders decided to set all of the work in the same week so I've been distracted. Hopefully I'll have a reply up soon :)

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Am I to take it this Rp is done with?
I was really hoping that we could get to the first job, seeing a the last three Shadowrun Rp's at least made it that far.

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So, as I'm a bit.. erm.. inebriated.. I'll just finish my post up after I get a bit of sleep.

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Yay! Finally got our first Corporate characters and our first corp post :3 One of them is run by me, but hey...can't have everything just as you planned. How boring would that be?

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I could make a corp player

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Oborosen wrote:Should I just erase it and post again, so everyone could get the chance to react in case they were too confused to do so this time?

If you'd like :P

Re: Shadowrun: Rise of APEX

Should I just erase it and post again, so everyone could get the chance to react in case they were too confused to do so this time?

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For a moment, just imagine a place in Berlin during the fighting that you could not get alcohol. But if its better for continuity I can just switch it to something more classy, like tea.

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Yes Brandon is in the Cafe and yes Europe has plenty of them that sell hard spirits as well. They just keep them away from view on the counter, most usually under it.

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MyEyesAreBlack wrote:Ugh.. sorry about the wall. Once I got the scene going, I found it hard to stop myself. >.>

Oborosen wrote:Yeah I hate doing that too, it just seems to keep pouring out when you keep writing.

Don't apologise! Do it more! :D Even if it makes me feel completely outclassed, I love reading it all :3