PC's: Nina, Tanya, Beau, Kobura, Denton, Hannibal, etc. Location: Noir Days Summary: Tanya and Beau rescue Nina from a lecherous ork. Denton comes to drool and is kicked to the curb. Hannibal converses about offering a job. Kobura is consulted to investigate security of dealing with Hannibal. The Noir Days is a quiet night this early Thursday morning an hour or so after midnight. Nina Reynolds is alone at a table near the stage listening to the band playing some mello jazz and she looks content with life. Tanya has entered, her androgenous self making her way into the dark nightclub from the raining wet world of the motor city beyond the walls of this building. The club is in a normal cycle of activity without any expected occurences of disruption, such is the way management likes it.. making profit, selling drinks, serving meals.. life is good for the Noir Days.... Beau enters the club from the entrance way. Nina Reynolds is minding her bizz as mentioned above sitting by herself when a burly ork fella from a table across the way decides that the lonely human female near the stage needs to experience his manly ways. A Hooded man steps his way into the days. His Versace' cloack fits in well with the crowds here.. he walks towards the bar, not really paying attention to much. His head hidden buy his hood and facing down, yet a bright blue glow luminates from inside as he takes his seat and orders a drink Buster, a balding greenish skinned ork in a tweed sports jacket with leather patched elbows strolls up to Nina's table and takes a seat there without asking. Nina looks a touch uncomfortable, but remains civil and puts a polite smile on her face. Beau slides onto a bar stool at the Sleek Black Bar. Tanya whirls the coat off of her, switching it easily so that she is now holding the collar and it is draped over one shoulder. She heads for the bar, speaks a few low words to the bartender, and then turns around, her eye catching as she sees the ork invite himself to sit with the young woman. Buster doesn't take long.. soon his hand is reaching under the table. His long arms give him a distinct advantage and his warted fingers are groping at Nina's legs, trying to get beneath her dress. Nina tries to push back and escape the orks touch but she's a frail lass, not designed for physical confrontation and soon she's looking around for help... hoping a bouncer comes to her aid. At the entrance a troll is giving the bouncers some grief about his weapon and not wanting to check it in at the door.. the bouncers seem distracted and not aware of Nina's problem. Beau picks up his drink, lifting up his head you all now know where the glow is immiting from, Bright blue glowing orbs soon change to red, he makes a rather large circle then passes the table, accidently?? slipping and spilling his drink all over the ork that is sexualy mollesing the young chica. Tanya makes a snap decision, likely a dumb one, but the ork looks like nobody important and it is good to assuage the conscience once in a while. She sets down her drink on the table, and moves to rest a hand on the ork's shoulder. "Excuse me," she says, her voice noticeably accented but her words quite clear, the likely sign of a foreigner who's been fortunate to have a good education. Buster is intent upon his prey and has failed, so much so that Beau is apparently able to sneak up beside him and spill his drink all over him. This gets the orks attention in short order and he's about to turn to confront the imbecile which would dare spill a drink on him and then.. what's this? Tanya has her hand on his shoulder, damn but he's suddenly surrounded and out of options. Buster is caught off guard and outnumbered and though he may be as slow as a slug and as dim as a common cow he does realize he's outmanned and he starts to look appologetic, his hand moving off Nina's leg, "Now now.. don't be get'n all upset.. I'll be on my way now." he looks at Tanya's hand on his shoulder and then back to her, his look perhaps threatening, or warning. Beau looks up at the ork, his Eyes melding into a neon green.. "Oh darnit! So sorry Kind Sire! I did not mean to spill my drink on ya! Now i have to get myself another.." he grins lightly at the ork. Nina Reynolds looks to Tanya and Baau, her eyes showing her gratitude, but her face showing a level of tension still overwhelming her in the moment. Tanya leaves the hand there. "Good. I will see you leave now, then," she says, making it clear that she'll leave the hand there until there's a clear effort for the ork to move his whole body, not just his hand. Buster appears completely planning to leave the table, perhaps why he was looking to the hand to have it removed so he could do such, "Well move your fucking hand then you bitch." he says in a strangely polite tone, though the words selected are anything but. One of the bouncers from the entrance spies the ongoings near the stage as the band stops playing and he breaks off and starts walking towards the encounter. Tanya shifts the hand away to being her back, her lips spreading with a smirk. "You are allowed one mistake with me; that was it. Have good evening." A step back, to make it not difficult for Buster to depart. Beau purses his lips as his eyes return to a bright neon blue glow.. "Oh Dear, I thinks we in a dilly of a pickle." he says watching the others head towards them. Buster stands, smoothing out his jacket sleeve with a soft tug and a look of arogence and then offers a smile to Nina, "Next time missy.. you and me will have a good time." Nina cringes at the idea and looks like she wishes she could push herself through the back of her chair to get further from the situation. The Bouncer is still only half way to the scene, eyeing the situation with a trained eye. Buster looks back to Tanya, takes in a breath as if to say something and then glances to Beau, "Oh.. forget it." and then turns and heads for the restroom to try and clean/dry up. Nina sighs audibly as Buster leaves and she looks to Tanya, "Thank you SOOoo much... what a creep." she looks a touch shaken. The bouncer is nearing, getting closer now. Beau grins as the dude walks off.. he half heartidly laughs.. "That guy was kinda scary huh? I mean, I'm glad I didn't wear my little black number tonight." he adds, trying to calm the young lass down. Tanya glances to Beau, just giving him a look, before she looks down to Nina. "Do not worry about it. He is coward; he will likely not be back." She picks up her drink from the table where she had set it down, turns to toast the bouncer, and takes a sip from it. "Once in a while, is good to soothe the conscience with the occasional good deed, da? Helps you forgive yourself for all the others. Do not mention it." Demetrious enters the club from the entrance way. Durant enters the club from the entrance way. Ryumyo enters the club from the entrance way. Nina Reynolds seems relieved at Beau's presence and Tanya's assistance. The Bouncer arrives and looks at each there in turn and Buster moving off to the restroom. He looks about to say something but then just nods to Tanya and turns to head back to the entrance without comment. Nina offers to both Beau and Tanya, "If I could be so bold.. could you please join me? Should he return from the restroom with other intentions?" Demetrious enters the club, pausing for a moment at the door then proceeds to the bar. Durant ambles into the jazz club, looking around in such a manner as to say he has never set foot in here before. Beau shrugs and nods.. "Sure, Dont have to ask me twice." he says as he takes a seat his eyes swirling into a hot neon pinks color before he offers a warm hand.. "Beau's the name!" Demetrious slides onto a bar stool at the Sleek Black Bar. Durant moves towards the bar, moving easily between people. Durant slides onto a bar stool at the Sleek Black Bar. Nina Reynolds offers over her right hand to Beau, "Nina," she offers with a wide smile, gratitude showing in her eyes, "What's with your eyes? Cyberware?" Ryumyo enters the club just behind Durant, and begins on around him. Being stop shortly over by the bouncer, he smiles and rooms his backpack and hands it directly over to the man. Hold out his hand he shakes with the man making a quick and clearly done before trade. Going on Ryu makes his way deeper into the club. Tanya carelessly shrugs. "I am not doing anything," she simply answers, sliding in to take a seat, her long coat tucked behind her. "Tanya," she says, curtly, her eyes flitting to Beau again with amused curiosity. She remains silent as Nina asks a question. Durant orders a beer, and turns to look out at the unique atmosphere. Ryumyo slides onto a bar stool at the Sleek Black Bar. Tanya sits down at the Table by the stage. Nina Reynolds moves her chair a bit to make room for the two joining her at the table. The bartender comes over to Demetrious and talks to him in a hushed voice. Beau sits down at the Table by the stage. Beau shakes her hand lightly.. smilling warmly "Pleased to meetcha Nina, Yeh, I'm a bit of a poser. Its cool, Intimidation factor.. I think of a color and it changes to it." sudenly the eyes just fade to black (Pun intended) then the brighten back up to a almost blinding white. "See... Cool huh?" At your table, Beau grins to Tanya.. Offering his hand to her.. "As you did hear.. I'm Beau! Ryumyo holding a hand over the bar he holds a hand out toward the other side as he begins the task of flaging down a tender. At your table, Nina Reynolds offers a smile to Tanya, grateful she's accepted the seat for it was her that show'd the most active affect on Buster. Nina grins to Beau and then pulls her hand back after the greeting with a smile, "They're interesting.. never get caught in a dark room eh?" she grins in a friendly manner, slowly getting back to a more normal mood after the encounter with Buster. At your table, Tanya has too firm a handshake. "Beau." No more needs to be said. She folds her arms, then turns her attention to Nina. "What job do you wish to forget once you are here? Or did mood just sieze you, like it did me?" At your table, Beau sits quietly as he waves over a tender who brings him another drink. He asks inturuptingly.. "Would you ladies like a drink?" At your table, Nina Reynolds smiles, "I work for Wolverine Security Services.. Designing and Installation team leader for companies.. its cool work and fullfilling." she nods to Beau, "A guiness would be nice, thank you." Nina looks back to Tanya, "I was asked to come here for a meal and some time last week for the first time and fell in love with the music. It's a bit above my price range so I'm a bit out of my element. I'm surprised they don't kick me out. When they start looking at me more I make sure to buy another drink." she offers a humours little grin. Hannibal enters the club from the entrance way. At your table, Tanya glances up to the bartender. "Stolichnaya," is all she says, saying the name, of course, perfectly. "Guiness? I did not know Tir-na-nog was exporting." She nods once, smiling at the grin. "Da. Right now, is above my range too. So you are a security expert by day, club hopper by night?" Perhaps she considers this amusing, considering her own occupation. Nina Reynolds is at a table by the stage with Tanya and Beau. Demetrious sits at the bar, facing the crowd with a drink in hand. At your table, Beau grins.. "Security work uh? like what? which deck do you like to use?" he says before ordering his drinks.. His eyes turn a happy yellow color as he speaks of security. Ryumyo stands at the bars edge as he trys to flag down a tender for a drink he goes on talking with people also around the bar. Ryumyo carefully examines Ryumyo. Hannibal stalks in from the entrance area under the watchful eyes of the bouncers with a faint, perpetual scowl. He pauses there in the doorway, more looming than hovering, and narrows his eyes to study the room and its occupants. He proceeds to the sleek, black bar and has a brief exchange is made with the bartender. A certified credstick is slotted, presumably to pay for a drink, and the ork gestures at an empty table before heading there himself. He hooks out a chair with a foot and settles heavily into the seat. At your table, Nina Reynolds offers a grin to Tanya as if enjoying her comments, "I wouldn't say I'm a bar hopper.. honestly this is the only bar I go to and I didn't even start that until last week. What is it you do?" she ask inquisitively and then turns to respond to Beau's inquiry, "Deck? What are you referring to? You think I'm a CCSS rigger or a decker?" Hannibal sits down at the Small dark table. -=> Hannibal just looked at you. At your table, Beau nods.. "Indeed. Or do you do Bodyguard work?" At your table, Nina Reynolds shakes her head, deciding that she must not have been very clear in her first explination, so she repeats in a different manner, "I design and lead a team in inatlling security systems for businesses.. I work on behalf of Wolverine Security Services." At your table, Tanya rests her elbows on the table and touchers her fingertips together. "I do...what is needed. Odd jobs." She smirks. "You know, mowing lawns," she says, chuckling a bit at her joke, then shakes her head at Beau. "I think that she designs and installs the systems; she does not jack in and operate them." At your table, Nina Reynolds nods to Tanya, letting Beau know that Tanya has understood correctly. Nina then inquires of Tanya curiously and in a friendly and non-nosy way, "Mowing lawns eh? That must be touch to make ends meet in the winter then eh? You shovel driveways too?" she grins, hoping she's not sounding like she's making fun of someone that does manual labor. At your table, Beau nods.. "Ahh.. I thought you worked for one of those big huge corps or somesuch. Survielence is exciting.. So your a very vouyeristic(sp) person?" Hannibal's drink arrives at his table, something clear, neat, in a glass. He curls a hand around the glass and takes a sip between his tusks. Settling back into his chair, he watches the room with a dour, unblinking gaze. The trio near the stage seem to garner the most attention. Ryumyo turns to look over his shoulder across the room, his eyes stop for just a moemnt to look in the direction of the table in the dark reaches of the room. Looking back to the bar as he hears the bar-tender he smiles and places his order. At your table, Nina Reynolds shivers, not sure if Buster might not have been the better deal over Beau, "Um.. no." she then offers an unsure chuckle, "I decide where fences should go, where turrets should go, sensors, cameras, levels of magical security, barriers.. I balance the budget assets of the company for maximum coverage." Demetrious glances over towards the ork. At your table, Beau grins "sure.. Sounds like fun. You make the plans for the stuff that I used to work on.." At your table, Tanya practically chokes into her drink. "Is sarcasm so difficult to convey into English?" she asks with a smile, shaking her head. "I have not mowed a lawn in my life, but I do do odd jobs. Bodyguarding, like this man said you might do, could possibly be one of them. And I am sure there is a downside. Every security system, no matter how well planned, is defeatable, and then the designer is often held responsible because fools do not understand that no security system exists that can reliably withstand a truly professional, well-planned attempt to defeat it." Kobura enters the club from the entrance way. At your table, Nina Reynolds ah's, things start to make sense now.. a lot of CCSS riggers she's gotten to know were somewhat of the perverted types with porno mags in their gear and in their lockers. o 0 (Ah.. at least we have something in common, this could be a good discussion). She then nods to Tanya, "Precisely, that's why I like working for Wolverine instead of Knight Errant or LoneStar.. they're small enough and only regional and aren't under the lame misconceptions that you can make a fool proof security grid on a fascility. Given enough time, resources and effort any system can be violated. I'm not under any misconception of otherwise." she nods to Tanya, as if in respect, "There's a lot of bodyguards in this city. I suppose when everyone carries a gun its the nature of the beast." Nina Reynolds is at a table by the stage chatting with Tanya and Beau, a waiter moving away from them to go get their drinks for them now. Hannibal reclines in his chair, sipping from a glass of something clear and watching the room with a dour expression. Demetrious sits at the bar, facing the crowd with a drink in hand. A blond haired gentleman enters the club and walks down the stairs slowly. For a moment he stops to take a closer look at the milling crowd and finally starts to make his way over to the bar where he tries to find an empty stool at its far end. He nods to the bartender and orders a soykaf in a low japanese accented voice. Kobura slides onto a bar stool at the Sleek Black Bar. At your table, Beau hmms.. "It depends on the experience of each team.. and also the gear they are working with.. If you had a greenhorn team with second hand gear try to take an ares compound, I dont care how much planning they do.. Its impossible At your table, Tanya nods again. "That is fortunate, and for the small clients, you are only trying to keep out the idiots anyway. Security systems are very good at protecting people from idiots, gangers, that sort of thing." A sip from her newly arrived drink. "Yes, but I presently am not one of them." Another shrug. At your table, Beau adds.. "SOTA Equipment and SOTA opperators.. with qualifications commin out their asses.. " At your table, Nina Reynolds nods, "Most of our companies are smaller in size.. we can't compete with KE or LS for those bigger contracts and we don't try. Its not our niche in the business. The smaller companies get great coverage and plans for a lot more reasonable price with us." The waiter from Nina's table returns with a tray of drinks and places them about on the table to each person there. At your table, Nina Reynolds accepts her guiness with a smile and a raise of it in thanks to Beau for the offer and then she takes a sip of it. Nina Reynolds takes a sip of her guiness and offers a toast to Beau silently at the table, their voices hushed at the distance. It's as Nina watches the waiter move off that she spots Kobura across the way and her attention is caught like the red end of the magnetic needle of a compass... booooing!. The blond guy in the dark suit just sits at the bar and started to chat with another guy over there. He just grins and pours some soymilk into his soykaf saying something like: 'Youre right ... slightly odd ... ' he grins 'Not much, this and that ... you know how its like ... ' Nina Reynolds prys her eyes away from Kobura, though she can't help but a short glance back his way before managing to force herself not to pay attention to him anymore.. for the time being. At your table, Tanya smiles. "It was pleasure to meet you, Nina, but I must be off," she says, standing up and paying for her drink with her certified credstick. "Good day to you, and to you too, Beau." And with that, she grabs her coat, slips it on, and leaves. Tanya stands from the table she was sitting at, takes her coat, slips it on, and heads out the door. Tanya is passing out. need sleep! Tanya climbs up towards the double brass doors and makes her way out to the entrance way. Tanya has left. Beau has disconnected. Hannibal's glare tracks Tanya to the door, hovers there briefly, then shifts back. He makes a brief stop to eye the bar over the rim of his glass as he takes a sip. Nina Reynolds looks just a touch startled as Tanya's sudden paying for the drinks, excusing herself with one breath and her grabbing her coat and leaving in the blink of an eye. She looks confused a bit at the sudden disappearence.. DOH!.. then Beau logs off and Nina is alone. hee. Nina Reynolds shifts RP.. giong to emit Beau going to the restroom or something. Emit from Nina-> Beau excuses himself as well and shifts off and heads to the restroom, leaving Nina alone at her table near the stage. Nina Reynolds looks to the table in front of her, two extra drinks now. A grin comes to her face and then she gets serious.. no.. she isn't going to get drunk tonight. Durant stands up and departs the Sleek Black Bar. Durant sits down at the Table by the stage. Durant joins you. Nina Reynolds says, "excuse me?" Nina Reynolds says, "No pose explaining why your joining my table?" At your table, Durant walks up to the lady who is now all by herself..... Nina Reynolds looks around, her gaze moving back to take in Kobura's position with interest in her eyes and that's when she spies Durant walking towards her. o 0 (Oh heavens.. not another one). At your table, Durant walks up to the lady who is now all by herself, "Hello I couldn;t help but notice that your all by yourself, would you care for some company?" -=> Durant just looked at you. Durant walks over to the table at which the blonde lady is sitting all by herself. He leans in politley and says a few words to her. he then waits paitently for her response. Nina Reynolds offers a polite shake of the head in rejection to the inquiry by Durant, "I'm sorry.. but my friend has just stepped into the restroom for a touch.. I'm sure he will be back momentarily." Hannibal eyes the pair by the stage, unable or unwilling to shake his scowl. His glass is mostly drained and he sits it down on his table, one meaty hand resting over top of it idly. Demetrious climbs up towards the double brass doors and makes his way out to the entrance way. At your table, Durant says "Well I am sure you hear this everyday, but A woman of your obvious poise and demeanor are not seen everyday in this dreary excuse for an existence. My apologies if my inquire upset you in any way. My at least have the pleasure of your name? I am Durant, known on the streets as ToolBelt." Nina Reynolds offers a nod to Durant and makes up name to give the suavae flatering man, "Pleased to meet you.. My name is Martha Stewart." At your table, Durant smiles broadly at the jest in your reply, "Ah a Pleasure Martha. did I mention that my birthname was Prince Charles of Wales? pleased to make your aquantince." Nina Reynolds nods to Durant, seemingly unimpressed and turns away from him to look to the band. Ryumyo takes a small sip of his drink at the bar as he goes on speaking to Kobura from time to time. His eyes look over the crowd in the room, stoping from time to time to watch different people longer than others. Durant turns and leaves the blonde lady alone, hoping she is content in being alone because that is what she appears to prefer, solitude. Durant stands and leaves the Table by the stage. Durant has departed. Durant slides onto a bar stool at the Sleek Black Bar. Nina Reynolds watches Durant leave her out of the corner of her eye and her body visibly relaxes as the man moves off. Kobura says, "hey chum, do me a favour and start to RP. at least describe that youre leaving that table to move across the room again to take a seat at the bar. -please-" Durant says, "and I am -trying- to RP but people dont want to really return the favor...I guess it all just my own fault, "oh no im friendly look out he might be a nice guy!" sheesh!!!" Once Durant has moved off a distance and seems to be heading for the bar, Nina sits up a bit more straight in her chair and turns a bit more directly towards her table and picks up her guiness for a sip. The woman then pulls out her small pocsec and opens it on the table before her and presses a key. The screen turns a metalic type sheen and acts as a mirror on the small screen and she adjusts it to get a reflective/reversed view of Kobura at the bar. The blond eurasian still is sitting at the bar and chats with Ryu. Sometimes he sips on his coffee as well and glances over to the band or the crowd before he looks back at the man 'I kinda modified another style I could say ... and it has nothing to do with boxing ... ' he continues the conversation. Hannibal stands and leaves the Small dark table. Now that the charming, personable human has struck out, perhaps the ugly ork with the attitude problem will have better luck. Hannibal rises from his seat, leaving his empty glass to be cleared away by a waiter, and stalks across the room towards the stage. His approach has a bit less tact: he hooks out a chair next to Nina Reynolds with his foot and settles into it. Nina Reynolds starts typing something on her pocsec, typing in Kobura's phone number she was given and sending the phone service a text message . Nina Reynolds facepalms, yeah.. ICly. and then can't help but laugh, "Damn but this perfume is a curse." she offers Hannibal with a defeated shake of her head. Hannibal grunts softly. "You right, it is." He rises out of the chair, then takes the next one over. He settles in again, and regards Nina evenly. Hannibal sits down at the Table by the stage. Hannibal joins you. Nina Reynolds chuckles as the stranger joins her, giving up on her apparent hex she must have had placed on her tonight. She makes a motion with her hand to the two drinks on the table left by Tanya and Beau before their rapid exits in opposite directions, "Help yourself.. no use letting good swill go to waste." and then her conversation turns more quiet as she sends off the mail text to Kobura with the press of a key and then puts her pocsec away. At your table, Hannibal ignores the offer. His eyes, blank, drink the woman across from him in as well as any 'good swill'. "You a security expert," he grunts. The gruffness of his tone doesn't elude to whether that's a statement or a question. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Nina Reynolds Subject: IC text message to phone To: Kobura --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cobra; I was unaware that that post you saw me observing was posted by you until recently. I am embrassed by the way I insulted you and feel like a heal. I am glad you took it so well. If you would like to speak in more detail about the "group" that would please me. Mist --------------------------------------------------------------------------- At your table, Nina Reynolds nods, "You from the company? Internal affairs? competitor?.. or just eavesdropper?" she grins, not appearing aggitated or annoyed that she was listened in on perhaps. Durant lets his gaze wander around the crowd, wondering just what the hell he is going to do tonight At your table, Hannibal disregards the questions, his dour expression apparently all the presentation on himself he's willing to give at the moment. "You do freelance work? Consulting?" At your table, Nina Reynolds nods to Hannibal slowly, growing caution in her eyes, "I have been known on occasion to consider such work.. though of course it is not sanctioned by Wolverine Security Services for me to take work beyond the company. Still.. a girl needs to make as much as she can for herself in this world and with taxes the way they are, one job can't get you far." Durants attentions drifts over 'marthas' table and continues on At your table, Hannibal nods slowly, his tusks dipping then rising again. He reaches into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and produces a small black box, a white noise generator, and he places it on the chair between them discreetly. The white noise isn't really audible above the din of jazz music, but it's effective nonetheless. He settles back against his chair. "What you know about magic security." Hannibal leans over and places something small on the chair between himself and Nina as they converse. At your table, Nina Reynolds casts a curious eye to the WNG on the chair, not like she doesn't know what it is, but the fact that its there at all. Visions of 'shadow' work fill her head like sugar plums and then are popped as the face of Kobura's spirit floats in her minds eye, warning her of danger and being cautious of strangers. She offers carefully to the stranger, "I am well educated in the use of watchers, elemetnals and spirits. The strategic placement and maintence of barriers and the managment of magical personel to maximize asset allocation for effective coverage." Ryumyo looks on to the band playing as his feet tap on the bar stool along with the music. He goes on speaking with the others at the bar as he listens. At your table, Hannibal takes that in with a blank stare. It could be that he didn't understand or didn't even hear what she said. Finally, he replies, "You a mojoslinger?" At your table, Nina Reynolds nods slowly and carefully, "Water elementalist myself." she then puts her hands flat on the table before her, "I hope you don't take this wrong sir.. but could I ask you name, why your inquiring of this information and what is on your mind?" Nina Reynolds places her hands flat on the table before her and leans slightly forward, apparently asking something point blank with some urgency by her bodylanguage to Hannibal. Kobura keeps quiet for a while and finishes his coffee slowly. As his cellphone hums on the inside of one of his pockets he removes it to take a look at its blue glowing display. Blame enters the club from the entrance way. Ryumyo sits at the bar. A drink infront of him he looks at something he seems to be holding. At your table, "Hannibal," the ork says gruffly. "You call me Hannibal. What's on my mind is I gotta magic security problem and I'm lookin' for someone to fix it. Strictly on the DL, strictly freelance." A blond haired eurasian, dressed up in a dark expensive Vashion Island suit sits the the bar and just reads a sms he got from someone. After a while he starts to press a few buttons at the cellphone, obviously sending an sms himself. At your table, Nina Reynolds nods in understanding as things are laid out on the table now and she pulls her hands back to rest them in her lap, "I am honestly more equipped in the theoretical implementation of magical security. With the assets of the company I am capable of providing security as you've requested, but I lack the impliments personally to construct barriers or elementals on my own as of yet. Of course.. if such things could be supplied it would just be a matter of having space and time to concentrate some efforts to the task.. what exactly do you have in mind Mr. Hannibal?" Blame seems to fly in through the entry way, hitting the floor with a thud, and slides along the darkened floor until she reaches the bar, impacting with another thud. Moaning in a slavic language, she hauls herself onto the nearest barstool. Blame slides onto a bar stool at the Sleek Black Bar. At your table, Hannibal corrects, with a scowl, "Just Hannibal. And the problem ain't like that. It's the other way around. I need certain measures unimplemented." The ork's mechanical gaze tracks Nina persistently, though it occasionally drifts past her to sweep the rest of the room briefly before returning. Nina Reynolds sits up more straight as she eyes Hannibal. Kobura looks up as he hears a strange noise and sees someone falling to the ground from the corner of his eyes. Turning his head he seems to be suprised to see the female ork 'Oh ... ' he says and looks at her before he glances to the entrance 'What was that ?' At your table, Nina Reynolds nods just slightly and slowly as the picture starts to make more sense now, "This is an intriguing bit of freelance of which you speak." she considers something silently before asking carefully of the man only known as Hannibal, "I assume it would be frowned upon for me to inquire of the specifics.. the why's of such a task. Such things I understand are best done by those whom lack that inquisitive nature and just perform and thus reduce the complications of it all. If though, you feel you can offer some further details it would put me at ease and further warm me to the idea Sir." Durant says, "need .... vodka?" (In Russian) At your table, Hannibal grunts. "Just fucking Hannibal. Quit that sir and mister drek. I ain't you daddy. I give you more details, but not here. Too many people mebbe listening." He taps his own ear with one meaty digit indicatively. At your table, Nina Reynolds nods to Hannibal, "I understand.. do you have wheels outside we could move to?" Blame glances over her shoulder at Durant and speaks in English. "Yeah, and a furry cap and a Kossak dance while I'm at it... Jesus." Nina Reynolds glances to her purse on the table before her and the blinking LCD light on the corner of her pocsec that is visible from the open flapped purse there. She raises a polite finger to Hannibal and then takes out the pocsec to check the incoming data. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1 From: Kobura At: Thu Aug 22 04:22:16 2002 (Conn) Fldr : 0 Status: Unread To : Nina Reynolds Subject: short text message --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear 'Martha', Im not angry at all ... I just made some bad experiences when I introduced myself and used my nickname. The person who is using this nickname was the guy who showed you the dark alley, but me usually is a nice guy. Really ;) We could discuss details about the group when were having our breakfast/lunch, although Im not sure if I could add anything useful to the group. Yours C. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hannibal narrows his eyes, clearly displeased with the interruption. Of course, by the looks of the ork, he would be displeased with rainbows and sunshine. Nina Reynolds reads the short information on the pocsec and then slips it back away with a small smile on her mouth, her response from reading it and then looks back to Hannibal. At your table, Hannibal grunts. "Give me you number, I call you and arrange more security meeting." Nina Reynolds nods and pulls out a pen and writes on her napkin and then slides it over to Hannibal. At your table, Nina Reynolds slides over the napkin with a number written on it-> 2600-70897 . At your table, Nina Reynolds nods in understanding, "Someplace where I won't be all paranoid of getting geeked if you please." Hannibal glances down at the napkin briefly but doesn't claim it. He does reach over and collect up the small object on the seat between them, however, pocketing it. At your table, Hannibal snorts softly, expanding his flat nostrils. "I don't know that place. What kinda drek name is 'Mist'. You parents hippies?" His disdainful expression wordlessly states: fucking breeders. At your table, Nina Reynolds cocks her head as she listens and then explains, "It's a representation as to the aspect of my abilities with water and stealth." she grins just a touch, "Sorry.. you can call me whatever you want I guess." At your table, Hannibal shifts his chair back in preparation for departure. "How about you name." At your table, Nina Reynolds offers simply, figuring Hannibal isn't real familiar with the idea of a nickname, "Nina." At your table, Hannibal echoes, "Nina." The fact that he doesn't immediately find fault with the monicker is in itself a compliment, though those that don't know the dour ork very well may not pick up on that. "I call you, Nina." He rises from his seat and departs the table, stalking across the room towards the exit. Hannibal stands and leaves the Table by the stage. Hannibal rises from his seat and stalks across the room towards the exit. Durant raises an eyebrow and wonders what the emontional disabled ork is stalking Ryumyo zones out on the Ork woman sitting next to him as the others around the bar look to something he holds infront of him in his out streched hand. Some sort of light can be seen flickering on the side of the people's face around him. Durant says, ".... ....... . .... .... .... .. ..... .... . .... ... ... ... ... ... ......." (In Russian) Durants russian is so perfect you could swear he was born in moscow Nina Reynolds watches Hannibal get up and then picks up her napking and rips it up, igniting one small piece at a time held over the candle on her table until it is all gone, never much more than a small flicker of flame. Hannibal climbs up towards the double brass doors and makes his way out to the entrance way. Durant stands up and departs the Sleek Black Bar. Durant weaves through the crowd and dissapers outside Nina Reynolds takes out her pocsec and types something.. sending it off to Kobura's inbox. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Nina Reynolds Subject: IC text message To: Kobura --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cobra; I just had a short.. surprise meeting with someone calling himself Hannibal. He was interested in hiring me to infiltrate/bypass some type of magical security. He wants to arrange for a secure meeting and will be calling me back later at my phone number. Can I trust him? Do you know anything about him I should know? Mist --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kobura seems to watch Ryu and Blame with interest, almost not feeling the soft vibrations of his cellphone. The blond guy at the bar looks away from Ryu and Blame for a moment and removes his cellphone once more and starts to press a few buttons as he writes a short answer. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- 2 From: Kobura At: Thu Aug 22 04:52:45 2002 (Conn) Fldr : 0 Status: Unread To : Nina Reynolds Subject: Re: IC text message --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear Mist, I just heard about him, he has a good reputation as far as I know but would need time to get detailed infos about that person. I didnt meet or work with him before. Shall I collect some detailed infos about him ? C. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Nina Reynolds waits a while, her pocsec blinks its incoming LCD light and she grins as she brings up the message and then sends back a short response. Kobura looks up and over to Ryu again to watch the show, somehow he seems to be fascinated as well. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Nina Reynolds Subject: IC Text Message To: Kobura --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear C; If you would that would make me feel very good. I don't know what the job is at all.. or how much it pays. But I'd be willing to pay you appropraitely for your time and effort.. or even perhaps have you assist me should the job he offers interest you as well for an equal split of the pay. Mist --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kobura suddenly checks his watch and grins as his cellphone vibrates again. 'Well man, was nice to see you ... but its late ... we will continue to chat the next time okay ?' he grins and drops a few Nuyen to pay Ryus drink. 'Thanks for the show ... ' Nina Reynolds slips her pocsec into her purse, downs the remainder of her pint of guiness and then stands from her table by the stage. Kobura slides off his stool and stops for a moment to write a short reply. He looks up at Ryu again and nods 'Bye ... ' he says absently, staring at the small cellphone screen. Nina Reynolds stands up and moves off to the restroom, not wanting to look obvious about following Kobura outside, she decides to give him a 5-10 minute lead. Ryumyo says his good byes to the people at the bar as he begins to make his way to the from of the club. Once there he takes ahold of his backpack from the man at the front door and he's gone. Ryumyo climbs up towards the double brass doors and makes his way out to the entrance way. After Kob sent his message he heads to the exit as well. He doesnt even look into Ninas direction as he leaves. Kobura climbs up towards the double brass doors and makes his way out to the entrance way. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- 3 From: Kobura At: Thu Aug 22 05:09:43 2002 (Conn) Fldr : 0 Status: Unread To : Nina Reynolds Subject: Re: new text message --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear M. We will see, first let me have a look ... Ill contact you as soon as I know more. Greets C ---------------------------------------------------------------------------