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Brandon Laqroix

If you can't smile past the point of contact, a bullet will usually suffice.

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a character in “Shadowrun: Rise of APEX”, as played by Oborosen

Description

Name:
Julius Brandon Laqroix

Age:
38

Class/Race:
Face/Human

Statistics:
Height-6"4
Weight-210"lbs
Hair-Brown/short
Eyes-Hazel

Appearance:
Light athletic build, slight scorching and scarring running across abdomen, chest and back.
Augmented right arm, chromatic navy blue. Stress resistant model (armored)
Augmented left leg just above the knee, chromatic navy blue. High end civilian model (cosmetic).



Equipment:
Ares- Light combat armor
NEOnet- combat interface helmet.
Ares Model 2 Heavy Pistol, laser sight, extended barrel.
Beretta Model 70 Smg.




Bio:
Brandon's family consist of prodigies and legacies, he himself sitting as the last of his line after the recent rampant collapse and destruction. In the old days his family was a corporate mascot, using their influence and strong arm tactics to smooth out trade agreements and broker back alley deals. Though it can be said that the family was never at the top of the corporate tier and never could reach if their tried. That could only be said if they really wished to head in that direction in the first place. The Laqroix family liked the idea of having enough power to inspire haters in the ranks, but not enough to bring any enemies out of the wood works.

At the age of twelve Brandon finished his first term at boarding school and was unfortunately called back home when his family was encountering problems that arose during the conflicts that began to arise. Forcing them to recall all efforts and try to bear the fallout that was overtaking the world over and over again. The emergence of magic and the meta humans never bother the family, in fact Brandon's sister had taken on elvish traits not long after birth and the family quickly adjusted to accept what was happening. That however was enough case for a mob to strike her class when she was away at college and the family was robbed of her when Brandon was twenty-four. The continued corporate infighting was no help either, with many of the family either losing their lives or their livelihoods in the process. This resulted in a mass exodus of the Laqroix family back home to Rome, only leaving several distant family members behind along with Brandon and his father. The head of the families public face, as well as a well known and well loved Decker. Brandon Laqroix senior, did his best to support and give his son the best training and life he could have before he was to take what little remained of the company, now nearly just a shell of its former glory.

Aside from being charismatic and well spoken, Brandon excelled at the use of skills with motor vehicles and even showed aptitude with flying mostly anything with a pilot seat. He earned his wings at the age twenty-nine and was well versed in corporate diction, able to out debate and speak many of his teachers. He also proved to be a shrewd and capable businessman, brokering deals and using his skills to acquire much financial support for his family to stop its sharp decline and gain a foothold at long last.

On his thirtieth birthday however, Brandon lost his father when he went diving into the matrix and never returned to his body. Eventually he flat lined a year later and could not be revived in the end. Brandon has been heading the business for nearly the last decade and has since moved office close to the wall for ease of business.

Injuries:
Brandon was injured when a violent gang war erupted in the downtown area, several days of street warfare ensued. This was partly because of a contract he was doing with a group of runners and though one of the runners was killed and Brandon lost both and arm and leg, the contract was fulfilled successfully.

So begins...

Brandon Laqroix's Story

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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.

* * * * *
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.
* * * * *


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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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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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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Iris never really kept her eye's off Sen's bag for too long of a time, trying to keep a small distance from it. As she was busy doing this she almost didn't notice when he asked her a question. Shacking her head to clear her thoughts she looked at him again and smiled.

"Yep, sure is. A lot of different people visit her, though anyone who doesn't see things like we do has yet to visit us. I don't think they would last long if they did." she replied and beckoned for him to follow her to a small booth. Sitting down she smiled and waved at the Turk behind the bar and he smiled back. She then pulled her backpack up with her sitting it beside her.

She had been her a lot but for the life of her she still couldn't rember his name. She then reached into her backpack and pulled out a sketch pad and her art utensils. As she sat there she began making the outlining of a tree she had a dream of, seemingly oblivious to others though she tilted her head slightly at Sen to let him know she was listening.

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((sorry for the delay, everyone, I'm just trying to rope in some new Corporate players so we can get some adversity going))

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Brandon kept his head over the table, letting the drink do most of its work as he was fishing his coat off his arms. The wound on his left shoulder doing little to hinder him and more to be a pain of an annoyance. Guessing it was time to upgrade on his choice of body armor for doing such face to face jobs. Still the holes in his dress shirt and the same on his new coat were currently causing him the most heartache for the time being, a sigh escaping as he took another sip from his glass. His holster is the next to be slung low, not wanting the straps to keep him from pulling the side of his collar back and further inspect his wounder shoulder.

After a moment of pulling the buckles free, the holster is laid under the coat at his side.

Several seconds of fishing in one of the coats pockets manifested a small medical pack, one of the new models Neotech released a year ago. Prepacked, single use and disposable models like this were all the rage for many runners in the days of his father. However the steep price on the ones such as these were a rather large detractor for many. Pulling the pack open and sliding two of the three patches directly on the wound, each one closing and holding the bullets one vacation spot closed and sutured.

It takes less then a minute before the owner is back at Brandon's booth, as if catering too him directly. Gesturing if he would rather have a small treat, one of those rather sweet dishes that are usually offered with other drinks from the menu. Brandon only looks back at him blankly, waving him off for the time being. Know that it is only because the Turk can most likely smell money and is more accustomed to going after it directly.

Though it was while looking over the mans shoulder, he noticed the lens of the drone hovering near the bar with the other. Though he had noticed it before, such examples of hardware were not all that rare in the city and the only reason he noticed now was that it was looking right at him. Only to turn away and return to actively scan the room from near its owner and by process of elimination it had to be the elven woman. Who sported more hardware the the young dwarf woman was currently carrying. That and the fact the smaller bot sat stationary right at the elven woman's seat.

Using the cloth to wipe what he could up from his shirt and seat, only leaving small trickles of his life on the floor. Brandon stands and gathers his things, hefting the folded coat and gun under his arm, while taking the two cases in hand. His chrome fingers clink against the glass of the bottle once more as he walks up to the counter and sits. Only placing himself one spare seat from the elf and her current acquaintance. He looks at the Turk and motions for him "I need to call a friend, got anything that can help with that?" The man looks back at his quizzically, only to have Brandon make the choice for him. "Get me a coffee and I'll pay for both. The enthusiasm was more then enough to make the mane seem he would jump from his shoes. In response he disappeared from behind the counter, though a door in the back wall.

He drinks the last the brandy in his glass and closes the bottle before speaking up towards the woman sitting just a seat away. "Not many people would go around sporting such hardware in this town, it almost looks like you want trouble to find you.." He doesn't look at her directly, choosing to instead focus his attention on the bottom of his glass. Passing between his hands and keeping the cases pressed against the counter with his foot.

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As Redcap takes what Eris perceives to be her leave, Eris smiles placidly at her back and turns to rope in those other two Runners, only to be confronted with the tattered man instead. And he orders a coffee. A fifty nuyen Turkish coffee. These people make her feel like a cheapskate, despite her hardware. Despite her initial shock at almost planting her face into his chest, her smile quickly returns, and she looks up at him with an amicably pleasant expression. "Ah, well, this town loves me. I guess I'm just special; trouble doesn't seem to like me very much. I think it's because of an argument we had over a past girlfriend or something. Anyway, I'm Eris. Might've heard the name. It wasn't me. Pleasure to meet you," she says in those ponderous, smooth tones of hers. Then, she quickly leans around the man and addresses the other two sitting beside the tattered runner.

"Hey, you two! Come join me and my new friend here. We are having such a lovely conversation about work and business, I feel bad excluding you. We do seem to all share the same line of work, after all." Eris affixes the three with a smile that could melt the iciest of attitudes before taking a long sip from her coffee and extending her hand to Brandon. "Oh, and don't worry yourself," says the elf, "the Turk can get you in contact with anyone. You need to talk to your friend, he'll get you your friend's ear on a silver platter with a side of real caviar. Not literally, of course."

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Brandon turns his head towards Eris as she speak to him, she is forward and outgoing, more so then usually seen with others of her ilk. The meeting is almost a complete breath of fresh air for him, until he recalls having to put a bullet in a once long time friend earlier tonight.

The thought itself is interrupted by the Turk returning and sliding the ceramic cup of coffee in from of Brandon right hand. The small saucer had a napkin and two small cubes of sugar as well. As if he were doing all he could to impress this one patron and as part of the deal before, a small PDA was slid in from of him as well. Though it was obviously a model from around a few years ago, it had been run through cleaning process from what he could see of it physically. No model markings and no hallmarks of whatever company originally put the finished product together.

As he lifted the small tablet, he brought the coffee up with the other hand and looked at Eris. "Its a pleasure Eris."

"My name is Laqroix.. Brandon Laqroix." A sipping sound followed this, with a small croon of approval as he sat the cup back down on the counter.

He turns the tablet on and slides a finger across the screen to unlock it before accessing the local wireless net. The only aggravation he gets from the product is the fact that it takes more then a minute for the sync to contact a local server and open a line. When he opens a community board, Brandon opens a private chat room, using the usual pass code. He types one single line of text before waiting for a reply.

:The Hatter's party wrecked, I want out of Neverland.

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Though it grieved him, what for the lack of heat, Tam continued sipping the rest of his soykaf in a perturbed silence. Something was clearly working its way around his mind, and it left deep footprints in its wake. His eyes were vaguely narrowed, a flicker of consternation deep within them, and the corners of his mouth were settled resolutely in a frown. The negative change in his humor felt much like a ghost had just passed through him, leaving its sepulchral taint behind to seep into his bones and weigh on every line across his face. He stared pensively into the last dregs of soykaf lingering at the bottom of the cup, a dim reflection looking back. He tilted his head, imagining there was a trace of reproof in the glassy return gaze.

"How does she manage to ruin a night like that?" He pondered, wearily rubbing at his eyes. His foul state had begun the moment Tam heard her voice, and he was more than willing to lay the blame on their fixer.

Aphelion was still engrossed in her cup of coffee, enjoying every sip of the full body roast. "You're the one fixating," she mumbled in reminder. It was a very gentle stab that served to draw only mere droplets of blood. She had a habit of sharpening her tongue for only the most precise cuts.

Tam found her subtlety rather infuriating, at times. He sneered at her. "I've a feeling you're implicating me in something, and I don't know why..."

"Your suspicions are acknowledged." She casually skirted his sally, the same way she wove her way through a fight: With chilling fluency and self possession.

He raised an accusatory finger. "It doesn't help much when-" His attention was ripped elsewhere by movement from the other end of the bar. His finger curled slowly back into his fist, eyes shifting a hair aside. The fiery haired dwarf was getting up from her seat - in a manner of speaking. The uncouth thought brought a very thin smile to his very slender lips. As he started deliberating on continuing his abruptly ended remark to Aphelion, the cafe door swung open. Tam twisted in his seat for a glimpse of the new arrivals, trying to make his inspection seem casual. In a manner, it was. He had no intention of leering, unadorned served curiosity as his primary motivation.

It was another pair, a man and woman. The former was a rugged looking, dour individual. Even at a glance he appeared the type to have seen some action in his time. His companion was an absolute flower of an elf. Delicate features and radiant, stunning beauty. An interesting, if unassuming enough pair. In a sense. To him, it was not immediately something that stood out. As individuals, that was another story. About the same time, a man who had been sitting in the back moved up to the bar, sitting near the elf - the rigger - who had remained. Tam slowly turned back around, not wanting to suddenly make himself notable because of moving too quickly, either. Nonchalance was something of an art form. It was all too easy to mark a person based on their movements. Linger too long, or not enough, and you were more prone to being noticed. The best way to keep in the shadows, even when the lights were on, was to measure every action.

"The place is.. filling up," he muttered to his partner, running a fingertip around the rim of his cup. The urging was all in his tone. Maybe it was time they start making ready to leave.

"Popular venue," Aphelion blandly commented. She left any and all situational appraising to her partner. "Why rush?"

"Why, indeed." Tam started chewing on his bottom lip, contemplating ordering another soykaf to pass the time until the girl decided to finally finish her own drink. Imagine his surprise when a voice broke his concentration, dragging his attention over to the elf with the drone. It would appear their play at subtlety was effectively ended, and with a fairly brutal downward stroke to boot. He took the hail as an excuse for a more comprehensive sizing up of the woman. He could not explain it, but for some reason she struck him as being oddly familiar. Maybe someone he had met once upon a time in his youth? He doubted that only seconds later, she looked too young for him to have known before leaving the F-State.

Given the current state of things in Berlin, and his own predispositions regarding other runners, Tam decided to play coy. To test the waters, as it were. "Are we now, chummer?" He asked, smiling broadly at her. "Well, isn't that a thing to marvel at. Which do you mean, precisely? My friend here is an exporter."

Aphelion mechanically joined in, not looking at the girl. "He's my accountant."

Tam held his arms out, palms skyward, and gave the elf an embellished shrug. "Either way, I don't see any reason why we shouldn't join you. As fragging cold as it is, a little more company might help keep things warm." He stood up after downing the rest of his soykaf, and tossed the last of his pocket change onto the bar for Burakgazi to take. It looked like he actually could use another drink. With a bit of swagger in his step, Tam relocated to a closer seat.

Aphelion exhaled almost silently into her mug, lazily following along behind her partner. It looked more like she was being dragged along by a rope. Only after she sat down did she finally look at the elf, and even then it was nothing more than a fleeting glance. Her internal alarms were going off, and she was ready for any reason to draw her weapon.

"So, was there anything in particular on your mind?" Tam queried gingerly, masking his own observations under the guise of a placid smirk. "Or did you fancy just shooting the breeze with a few strangers?" An edge of skepticism carved its way into his voice, adding a bitter rumble to his otherwise genial timbre. Nothing that could possibly be perceived as threatening, just a gentle message that he was most definitely on guard.

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"Huh...an exporter and her accountant, eh? The trade routes must be particularly dangerous of late, what with all that heat you two're packing," Eris says with a raised brow and the ghost of a smirk. It's clear by her tone that she's not buying a word of it. "My new friend here," she says, gesturing to Brandon, "is a very successful investor. I, myself, am a private security contractor, currently out of work and looking to start my own business. We could always use an exporter to deliver our product and that, and one can never have too many accountants, I always say. I believe our intentions may intertwine rather nicely."
There's a pause as she finishes off her last soykaf, and gestures at the Turk for a third. "In any case," she continues, that half-smirk never leaving her face, "there's no need to be so tense. We're just having a nice chat is all. You two look like you're wound up tighter than durasteel twine."

Despite her rather verbose greeting, she certainly takes notice of the two new folk entering the cafe, viewing them through her drone's optics, immediately recognising a familiar face in Iris, and immediately registering an unfamiliar one. The way the man carries himself would suggest a resolute disposition, if not a particularly kind one. She makes a mental note to keep track of him. Iris was a native of the Kreuzbasar, and had lived there for most of her life. She still maintained her innocence, and Eris guessed she was hardly careful enough not to get involved with the more dangerous anarchists. However, the man could prove to be useful. Strong, violent people would be needed greatly in the next few weeks.

She turns her attention back to her group, smiling brightly. "Can I get you three a soykaf on me? Perhaps a toffee?" she asks, leaning up against the bar and crossing her legs, her position and tone suggesting the utmost relaxedness, contrasting greatly with Aphelion's tense disposition.

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Brandon smirks when Eris mentions him as an investor, though back in the day his family were not far from that. But now that he was more of an hands on worker with his families duties, the consideration was far beyond shadowed doubt. Eris herself was being a rather talkative sort with everyone in the building and that thought crossed his mind, the small PDA rumbles as he gets a text on the other end. It was a simple link out of the chat channel, nothing but an underlined phrase that said Drink Me.

Pressing the link pulled him from that chat room and into another off the usual net lines where he encountered another person on the forum. "Well Bandon, its good to see that your back so early. He sighed a moment before typing back. "Actually, if its any measure; The meeting was a cross, Oscar is dead, so is the agent and I recently just ditched a hit squad... nice coffee though." There was a small moment of no contact after that, save for a descriptive .... that followed Brandon's text.

He motions towards Eris for the time being "If its any consolation, I am not entirely an investor. However I am always on the lookout for an opportunity to make some more money."

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The cafe had seemingly been taken over by this new, yet familiar atmosphere. Sitting on the far side of the room, Sentinel recognised what was going on, he had seen it many times before, and he most certainly wasn't going to miss out on it. The "it" being the set up, the hiring, the beginnings of a shadowrun. What made it intriguing however was the unorthodox nature of it all, the girl getting everyone's attention surely wasn't a Johnson, so whatever run was being planned surely won't be attached to any corporation, or at least be distantly associated with one.

That may actually be a good thing, less chance of a big payday, sure, but fewer repercussions if things go awry and certain steps have to be taken... more room to breath.

Without taking his eyes off of the group that had formed, Sen gripped the edge of his seat and began to stand up, unable to dismiss the warm grin on his face, or at least warm by his standards. "Looks like some work is available, you should join in too" he said as he left Iris, without even turning to face her. Approaching the area where several unique individuals were now conversing, Sen stood resolute, his hands by his sides, giving completely open body language. Although his smile had not gone, it lessened as he spoke.

"I want in" He stated, resting his eyes on the elf at the center. "I can tell what's going on here, and I want to be a part of it, and from the looks of it..." he surveyed the cafe noting the otherwise ordinary patrons, his grin returning.

"You're scouting for outside help"

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Aphelion's neck twisted a fraction, her head turned toward the girl - the elf who had invited them over - regarding her with only partially concealed suspicion, and an infinitesimal trace of respect. She certainly was not one to be overly covert, now was she? By her personal standards, Aphelion considered this to be rather brazen. About as brash as severing someone's head as opposed to going for a lethal plunge through the torso. Less spray that way. Despite not being the chatty one of her duo, she ruminated on the girl's words, keeping her ears only mildly keened for anything else that might warrant her attention. Such as somebody moving nearer, or a new customer entering the cafe.

Chumming it up with a new team was risky, but potentially rewarding. Larger groups meant a broader spectrum of talents, more to fit deal with unforeseen or potential threats. Neither she nor Tam were any good with a deck, and the latter had little interest in magic. He preferred the flashiness and art of precise kills with his pistols. A kind of wannabe Sixth Wold gunfighter, minus a terribly tragic modernized cowboy hat. While strength in numbers had its benefits, they did not know these people. They could be playing them, that was something she would not allow herself to ignore. It certainly had passed through her partner's head, she knew how Tam worked and had already seen it in his eyes and body language. He was sizing the younger elf up in turn. Aphelion admitted she was paranoid, possibly by necessity, but even still...

She stared evenly into her coffee, not betraying any of this internal warfare through any tightening of muscles or sharp, erratic movements. She was relaxed, placid even. Her face gave no secrets to what coursed across her brain. Things had been slow lately. Jobs were getting scarce, good runs were almost extinct. They'd been forced to take a lot of milk runs just to keep any kind of nuyen flowing into their pockets, and the only sizable pay had come from disproportionately risky runs considering there was only two of them. Because of her nature, Aphelion was usually averse to hiring on other runners for one time jobs. Tam was good at handling their funds, which was where the joke had come from. It was nothing new to hear him referring to himself as such. She did tend to be less frugal than her friend.

Her ears picked up the sound of footfalls approaching, and she adjusted the way her head was leaned, tilting even further to one side. The man who had come in with the dainty elf girl was walking right up to their newest.. associate.. and immediately revealed he wanted in on whatever was going down. She lifted her mug for a drink, the ceramic lingering against her lips as the slowly cooling liquid ran down her throat. Setting the mug down softly onto the bar, she laid her hands flat against the wood and finally decided to make herself known as more than Tam's companion. She was the one in charge of her two person team, not just its sword.

Her voice sounded a bit rough when she talked, like it was dragging very faintly against her throat- a palpable presence that sought to hold on, rather than being sent to dissipate into the air. "You're looking to make something interesting, I hope. Something worth our time." She raised her head, eyes even higher, all the way to the ceiling. "Assuming you're not just setting us up." The bluntness was entirely on purpose. She was to poke, to prod, to see if she could glean anything from this girl. She could never be too sure. Not ever.

Tam thumped the bar irritably, drawing her stare.

It was disinterested.

The elf's lips twisted into a weak grimace, and his eyes sharpened. "You really haven't an ounce of people skills, do you?" He hissed at her. Clicking his tongue, Tam swung back around and smiled. It looked forced, almost plastic. Empty. "Don't mind her, she's an incurable pessimist."

"You're exaggerating." Aphelion coolly responded, now looking off into space once more.

Tam's expression faded to a dull glare aimed at the wall. Thoughts ran through his head like cram through a junkie's veins, swiftly and doing very little one could ultimately call "good". He shook himself and sighed, fixing his attention on the elf again. "Basically, we're interested. I'm not sure if you've exactly hooked the both of us just yet," he glanced over his shoulder, "But if you've got a proposal, we're definitely in the market to..." He looked sidelong shortly, holding his hands apart as he chose the next words, "Branch out."

Aphelion raised her mug. "That was terrible."

"You're not exactly helping!" Tam snapped, his teeth clenched.

Hanging her head to the right, Aphelion took a deep breath to steady her nerves. They had not always been like this, but ever since coming to Berlin it had been a steady evolution - or possibly devolution, if you wanted to look at it from that angle. Deciding to settle the matter, her eyes jumped to the girl. "We're in."

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Iris looked around finally noticing everyone around her. Soon she spotted Eris, the only familiar face around here though she didn't know her personally. This was starting to get dangerous and she had the distinct urge to run. Standing up slowly she stayed rooted to the spot. As Eris had been around awhile, she considered her on of her own, part of her city's lifeblood. She had a feeling that something could go wrong here and for her, taking care of her own was just as important as taking care of herself.

She stood up more confidently and strode over spar to Eris. Blue sparks started swimming over her hands, though only noticeable if you had a fast enough eye to see them. Looking up at Eris on the stool, she spoke, her voice as bubbly as ever. "You know, you're part of this city, if you need help, I suggest you take someone you know will watch your back. As most of these people are strangers to our city, I don't mind coming along to help you in whatever you are needing help with.I may not be much help, but I'll be help none the less." smiling brightly she took a seat beside Eris, her eyes twinkling.

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Sentinel shuffled slightly and extended his arm to grab a nearby stool. In a swift motion he dragged it along the floor, sweeping it through his legs, perching himself upon it, in an attempt to join the ever growing cluster of bodies filling up the relatively small cafe. Spying Iris taking a seat next to the elf girl, Sen felt relieved. He knew Iris was this delicate flower on the surface, but he couldn't shake the prospect that she could be more underneath, that it could be all a ruse, or like a suit she wore to the rest of the world to hide this mystery of a person beneath. Mysteries set Sen on edge, and excited him at the same time, shooting through him a giddiness that he seldom experienced. Craning his neck to survey the other members of this troop he could tell the mysteries would only keep on coming.

Sen inhaled slowly through his nose as he scanned this new crowd, leaning back as he did so like an artist pleased with his work. The stupid grin wouldn't leave either, plastered to his face like a stain on a white shirt, it wouldn't leave until he stopped contemplating the many stories and talents these individuals held. The first to speak was the human woman, who looked like she travelled with the elf at the bar. Now, this one... Sen thought as he focused on her. She appeared blunt and brief, not that Sen in his tactless nature would have had concern with, but it nonetheless stuck out to him.

Paying less attention to what she actually said, and paying more to her profile and the way she presented herself, Sentinel was intrigued as to why she seemed so cold, with a thousand yard stare that shot through the elf girl she was addressing.

He was about to ask her directly, when her partner interjected with a comment.

Sen burst out in a quick, yet fairly loud chuckle at the dynamic between the two of them, his hand giving a sharp tap on the edge of the his stool before composing himself and facing the rest of the group.

"This cements it" he squawked, raising a fist with an outstretched thumb and motioning towards the duo. "If these two are in, I definitely am"

Finally Sen had had his fill, he knew Crow would want to see results eventually, she surely wasn't one to enjoy waiting, and certainly not feeling out of control. Whatever operation this would turn out to be, he almost felt like he needed to start it soon.

"We do need to know the details of this run, I'm not going in dark" he stated, perhaps wearing the most serious of faces so far today.

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Brandon raises his coffee up to his lips once more and take another sip of the brew before placing his cup on the counter and looked back at the others over Eris's shoulder. "Now lets be honest about this, there is not a good chance this could be all good. Over half a dozen runners meeting at a hole in the wall shop, can't really expect such a good turn out... can we? The PDA buzzes for a moment before he sends another message on the other line "Working a lead, will contact you again soon." That prompted the host of the room to close its operations, the signaling image of a white rabbit racing across the screen was the last he saw of his contact.

He stands and looks at the whole group again.
"Lets get this straight, I for one am all for it.. hell I will even help finance it. Seeing as I just came into some extra scratch recently." He shrugs a moment before adjusting his stance and sliding the PDA into his coat pocket. He winces a bit as he rotates his right arm forward and then again when it rotates back. He finally starts to fish under his arm with his other hand as he speaks.

"All I'm suggesting is a change of scenoriy before plans go down and maybe a chance.. to.." He shifts his weight one moment before pulling a lodge round out of his body armor and dropping it in the empty glass next to his coffee. "At least get ourselves sorted once more.. maybe a quick change of clothes. If its not too much to ask?"

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Redcap had been trying to flag down the bartender for several minutes- a task which seemed more difficult now than it had been when she'd had the shop to herself. She supposed she was easily missed among the taller heads, colorful tattoos not withstanding. She hunched over the bar gritting her teeth before looking over at the group which had grown around her potential benefactor. That girl certainly had a way about her, didn't she. Redcap hadn't been gone five minutes and already the woman had assembled what was probably not the largest group Redcap had ever had the opportunity to work with, but definitely one which ranked in her top five.

She looked over those gathered, trying to pick what she could off their appearance. Most looked standard runner stock (if you could call any runner "standard"), with the exception of one girl who frankly looked a bit lost, but a good team overall. None of them had yet acknowledged her presence as far as she could tell, which Redcap hoped was possibly a good sign. She couldn't help noticing how many elves were amongst them; she didn't think she'd been this close to this many since... well. In a while.

She hopped down off the barstool and shuffled over to join them when a couple of the men asked about details. She'd gotten nought but bones when she'd spoken with Eris, so if the other two had better luck she'd like to be around to hear it. She slapped lightly at the leg of the bearded human, jerking her head to one side in a way which conveyed that she would like him to hop off the stool. She must be shoulder-height for group conversations, damn it.

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Eris grins widely at the two new recruits. Clearly things were beginning to go her way again. Just how she liked it. That is, until the human lady begins to question her motives. Such blunt mistrust could be an issue, but as usual, Eris maintains her sunny smile. "Ah, don't worry about it, my friend. She has a right to know. Well, my dear lady, since you seem so keen on knowing what exactly is going on -- and I suspect my Dwarven friend with the perked ears here would also like to know -- I will tell you. But, ah...perhaps not here. My friend is right, staying in one place for too long, especially when discussing such sensitive matters, is a very bad idea. Come, friends, shall we talk business elsewhere? There's this quaint little safehouse that my mother and her friends used to use as a meeting area. That should work wonderfully, hmm?" She downs her soykaff, places a hefty stash of nuyen on the bar, stands and beckons to the group, including the small-but-not-forgotten Redcap.

"Iris, of course you are welcome to come. You're right, it would be nice to have a known and trusted ally along, although I'm sure these fellows are more than trustworthy," she says as she starts toward the door, her two drones falling in behind her. "I wouldn't have offered them employment if they didn't look like they could be trusted." It's all complete drek, of course; one could never trust fellow runners until they'd been on a mission or ten together. But it couldn't hurt to sweet talk them a little and cement relationships. She stops in her tracks shortly, however, her ears perking up, her drone's amped audio receptors picking up something, a rapid crackling sound. Then a communication broadcasts from the Kiev wall. Something about being under attack before it goes dark in a wave of static. Eris' eyes widen as she realises what it is. "We really need to leave now," she says, her voice dead serious for the first time since the group convened. Unfortunately, unwittingly, they'd run out of time.
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With a horrible cracking sound, the front door to the cafe caves inwards, and a massive troll in a heavy combat suit moves through the empty frame flanked by blinding light, a massive 50 caliber machine gun that would likely break the arm of a lesser man hoisted upon his shoulder. With nary a word of warning he opens fire, mowing down a line of innocent customers in an explosive pink spray. Eris grabs Iris on reflex and hoists her up with a level of strength fueled entirely by a sudden boost of adrenaline, diving over the bar with the smaller elf woman in her arms and taking cover as the massive rounds whizz overhead. "Oh this is just fragging wonderful!" she yells as she begins to concentrate on her drones, the RoboDoc lobbing a smoke grenade at the entrance, quickly obscuring half the café from view as the Guardian zips into the frey, toggling its infrared target acquisition on. This sort of thing wasn't supposed to happen until they were on Corporate turf. Definitely not how she planned this run. Looks like the Corporations beat her to the punch.

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Iris was shocked for a moment and just sat in Eris's grasp for a moment before her features became angry. How DARE he ruin her favorite cafe. How DARE he harm her people and how DARE he bring a gun, something she fears most. A soft and dainty growl emerged from her lips before she stood up.

She looked around the cafe for a split second to see where she should go. Seeing that there was still one customer unhurt and hiding in the corner she jumped over the counter and slid under the volley of bullets and landing against the wall with the innocent. "Come on, follow me." she whispered to her. Iris grabbed her hand and began pulling her, keeping low, to the back door. Once there she shoved her out and dashed to behind the counter again.

She then stood up again, her features still angry. She began drawing energy from around her, collecting a massive amount. Her aim was steady, and a snarl of rage erupted from her as she sent a massive bolt of lightning at the troll, fueling all her anger into it. It was a massive column of sparking blue, crackling and popping though staying it's course. She ducked back down, waiting for the scream of the hit, if there would be one.

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Character Portrait: Tam Lin Character Portrait: Eris Character Portrait: Iris Kingsley Character Portrait: Brandon Laqroix Character Portrait: Sentinel Character Portrait: Aphelion Character Portrait: Grendel Character Portrait: Redcap
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Redcap's world was filled with light and smoke, gunfire and explosions. She spat out a string of curses as she sprinted for cover, bent nearly in half to keep her already low head even farther under the spray of bullets. She slid around the corner of the bar before diving behind its blessedly armored face, hands jumping to her holsters once the counter was between the invading force and herself.

"Do ye have a plan, new boss?" she shouted over the sound of urban warfare. "Or are we just gonna sit here and let these bastards have their way with us?" 

There was a flash of lightning as the blonde elf cast a spell, and Redcap hazarded a glance around the bar to see where it landed. Half the café was filled with smoke, causing Redcap to doubt whether she'd know for sure any time soon. Nonetheless, the elf's magic succeeded in inspiring an act from Redcap, and the ginger dwarf placed her guns on the floor momentarily. 

She began rubbing her hands together quickly, feeling electricity run through her fingers, sending out little flecks of static. She separated her hands slowly, and a small ball of lightning began collecting between them, growing to the size of a baseball within a couple of seconds. She hopped up and grabbed the counter with her left hand, lifting herself high enough to fling her spell over the top at the door of the café, then dropped down as the bundle of electricity lashed out at those around it. It would only occur afterward whether any of her own side might have been caught in it.

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Character Portrait: Tam Lin Character Portrait: Eris Character Portrait: Iris Kingsley Character Portrait: Brandon Laqroix Character Portrait: Sentinel Character Portrait: Aphelion Character Portrait: Grendel Character Portrait: Redcap
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Brandon stayed standing as the young elf spoke, she was right about deciding to go and get a change of location and right now the word phrase safe house let him get the idea of a chance to clean up more thoroughly. He lifted his coffee cup to see if anything remained at the bottom and was somewhat sad to see that he would not have another sip of its delightful taste. As he slid the cup back against his earlier glass and set them side by side, his eyes caught an intense look running across Eris's face. Something was wrong as he could already tell from that look, the same look that his father would get when running his own mind through the net and processing processing the problems with his own expressions.

He was tempted to lean in and ask the problem she was evaluating, only to have a small glimmer of light shine over the side of his face and catch his eye. Follow by the doors of the cafe splitting and shunting from its hinges, sending most of its frame fracturing out into the open air. The burst paints most of the room in a continuous stream of cold air, until the firing begins and Brandon jumps over the counter with the warm spray of another patron lightly wafting against his face.

Checking the gun and sliding another clip in he peers over the top of the counter between sprayed rounds, to get a better look at their assailant. He didn't recognize the monster of a man and reserved to think it was someone else who was after them as they were. "There should be an exit out the back." He glanced quickly to look for the owner and saw he was gone, most likely skipped out when the first rounds got fired.

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This new turn of events certainly presented a problem. The appearance of a heavily armoured and well equipped hit squad could tell anyone that this run might be a troublesome one, this certainly occurred to Sen. However it also told him that he was heading in the right direction. His first action then, as many of the others was to find cover, although his approach may have been slightly unorthodox.

In one motion shooting up, while swiping the stool he had been sitting on across the room with one hand, retrieving his pistol from it's side holster with the other. As many in the room dashed aside, hoping to avoid the myriad of gunfire showering the room, Sen walked casually towards the nearby wall to safety. Everything had escalated so quickly he had little time to come to terms with what was going on, as magical incantations whizzed past and robotic assistance flew overhead, Sentinel was simply overcome with equal parts adrenaline and excitement. Unfortunately his invincibility was short lived and as the shots flew out of his side arm, pounding a deafening shock as they did, bullets from the unknown enemy's weapons zipped past narrowly missing his head, yet grazing his left leg.

Stumbling to one knee, a sudden vacant look on his face, Sen jumped to the wall, the strength of his other leg propelling him. A leg wound wasn't too much of a problem, and it was a superficial one at that, he'd had worse. Throwing his bag across his shoulders onto the floor was his next move, reaching for the weapon parts inside, his leg may be grazed but his shooting arms could still kill. As he was about to combine the largest parts of his rifle, he stopped to gaze at the carnage. The others who would be running with him were huddled in cover to avoid the hefty machine gun reigning death upon the patrons. Or they would be running with him, if they made it out alive.

Then Sen felt a chill.

"Stop"

A voice called out from the void, and Sen stopped. Observing the situation, he began to survey and evaluate as he'd trained to do, the excitement fading, the adrenaline rush subsiding. Sen exhaled and returned his rifle's parts to the bag, backing closely against the wall. The cafe room was maybe slightly larger than a lounge, no way he could properly aim and fire off sufficient rounds in here. Right again Crow, as much as it was an annoyance to not use his rifle after so long. He instead turned to the back of the cafe, looking for a potential exit. As much as it was Sen's goal to observe such moments of conflict, he'd seen enough and he'd rather it not be the last one he sees.