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Post by Flex on Aug 4, 2012 16:55:18 GMT -5
Natasha moved from the bus and looked at the carnage, before turning her eyes to Malcolm. "Well done," She said, briefly clapping for him. "Our saviour." Her voiced didn't entirely give away whether she was being sarcastic or not.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 4, 2012 16:58:10 GMT -5
With violence now at an end, the Punk rocker "Nathan Green", as he told Natasha he was called, gave out a scream. It was more of a yelp, really, than a scream, but the singer did apparently have vocal range.
"Ooh my god, oh my frakkin' god," He added after his initial squeal, "They're dead! She's dead!"
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Post by Marie on Aug 4, 2012 17:03:40 GMT -5
Morrigan watched the others as she took in the situation. She kept calm but made no move to act.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 4, 2012 19:43:18 GMT -5
Sam slowly pushed up to his hands and knees. He murmered, "Shut up Tabitha." He looked down at the kid, to see if she was alright and alert finally.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Aug 4, 2012 19:59:58 GMT -5
Malcolm briefly considered chasing the runner down, but decided against it. He doubted the Skinnys were gunning for him, as his ex-comrades would have sent pros or come themselves.
He glanced back at the red-haired woman clapping, taking her in with his grey eyes. She was a pretty young thing and under normal circumstances he'd probably be negotiating a price for her to return to whatever fleabag hotel he found for the evening.
"Consider yourself lucky I'm not charging for the service, darlin'." he replied, his right appendage converting back into a normal cybernetic hand.
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Post by Flex on Aug 4, 2012 20:12:27 GMT -5
"I don't rent cheap goods," Natasha shot back with a wink, before rounding on Nathan Green. She grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him in for a long kiss, before letting him go again.
"There, you've forgotten her already. Now shut up."
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Aug 4, 2012 21:00:03 GMT -5
Malcolm grunted and returned his attention to the scene in front of him as the girl "handled" the screaming civilian. The destruction was all the argument needed to show his worth.
"So which one of you draw heat from the Skinnys?" he asked, before searching the mangled corpses for cash or anything worth pawning. He deserved some kind of compensation for doing this slum a favor.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 4, 2012 21:36:43 GMT -5
The Punkstar's eyes widened, and he spoke saying, "Can you believe, not even a minute in Undercity and there's a gunfight! I'm gonna be famous." He said, "this will make a great song."
The punk girl had nothing but a student Id giving her name as Tracey and her age as 16.
(he Asian with the suit had a wallet with 500 in Nu-yen script, two magazines for an automatic pistol and no I'd. He also had the remains of a gold watch, but it took a bullet. His tattoos were high end bio-tats, the colors of the massive asian dragon on his armsa and chest changing from time to time as Malcom pilfered
(He little girl's eye-pads were still on, and the girl showed the same passive, meaningless expression. Then she reached up and took Sam's hand, wrapping his trigger finger with three tiny fingers.
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Post by Flex on Aug 4, 2012 21:42:08 GMT -5
Natasha rolled her eyes. "Well, if you boys and girls are done he'll I'll be leaving you now," She said, giving the scene another brief inspection before turning about and seeing where in the neighborhood would appear best to go to find a bed.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 4, 2012 21:48:10 GMT -5
Green nodded at Natasha and then looked at Malcom, "Hey, gunslinger. Can you get me to the Novarock Club? I'm sure it'll be worth good money to 'em."
Natasha spotted a giant green neon sign which noted, "The largest coffins in Undercity."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 4, 2012 21:49:35 GMT -5
Sam stood and then helped up the kid. "You alright kid?" He squatted in front of her and touched her eye jacks. He did not remove it yet unsure of what to do.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Aug 4, 2012 22:01:28 GMT -5
Malcolm pocketed the cash and broken watch. Hopefully he could find somewhere to pawn the gold. He had no idea how much additional cyberware would cost at the local clinic, but every bit would help in his journey for perfection.
He eyed Green with annoyance until he mentioned payment. Additionally he knew a club meant two things: women and a bar, both of which he could use at the moment. Working as a bodyguard for this punk was a big step down from corporate big wigs, but money was money.
"Yeah I suppose I can get you there in one piece kid." he replied, standing up and dusting off his long coat.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 4, 2012 22:22:20 GMT -5
The girl did not reply to Sam except to squeeze his fingers supportively. She moaned with displeaure when he touched her eyepads.
Green nod vigorously, "that's great man, really stellar."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 4, 2012 22:32:31 GMT -5
Sam looked at the girl, then back over his shoulder to where the Somalis had been, and then to the remnants of the buses door way. He stood and scooped up the girl. It made no sense, absolutely none. But he knew it in his bones and was but going to discount that feeling again.
"Tabby, can you sign on to the matrix and talk to this girl?" He began to walk to his office.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Aug 4, 2012 22:35:49 GMT -5
"Stellar...right." Malcolm replied with a grimace, already regretting this decision. "Lead the way then."
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Hope you all are well and happy.