Getting the Finger

It was after closing time at Chapis the lights were off and Beans was already on a bus towards home. Tania and a few friends had decided to stay late and try some new ideas for different menu items. The group slowly meandered towards an old VW bus just at the corner.

"I swear Tee I don't know why you  are still in this dump. You could definatly have your own place" said Violet, her hair giving away her name. She had ben probably Tania's oldent friend since she came to Seattle a year ago.

"I dunno really I guess I like the ambiance here?.. Also I can't really leave at the time really. You know.. whole family things. Sorry I gotta bum a ride my bike is not fixed yet" she looked to the tallest of the three.

"It no biggie I got a free meal outta it" Essa chipred "It's good to be back in Seattle, to much fun under the sun and waves 30 high can be..wait.. why did I come back..?" She let out a laugh looking over her shoulder, her darkened skin a good contrast to her light elven hair.

The laughter stopped as an ominous feeling crept over the small group, Tania let out a sigh. Last time she felt like this that thing came from no where and . well.. licked her. Seems it was following her home, who the hell do you call to exterminate that?

She turned in place where it would normally pop up behind her, but something was wrong. The creature was tall and skinny, it elbowed her as it pushed past jamming one of it's long bony knifelike fingers into Violet's back. She let out a short scream before falling over clutching the wound as it turned and jammed those same fingers into Essa. The sight of the injury seemed to only excite it more it turned to the final member of the group.

"Dev.. make sure it dosen't want to come back and tend to those wounded when you'r finished" a voice came from the other side of the VW, as a man in black stepped out and raised his left hand. A crackling spear of energy rushed across the open air striking the creature dead center, its form broke apart under the force of the bolt.

"Dev.." an elven woman looked around from the edge of the van "I thought we decided on only a warning shot or something to make it run"

"It's been suffeciently warned ma'am" Dev put his arm down and moved quickly to those that were injured.


New Crew

I don't know most of these guys for shit, beyond the word on the street that they are okay. 

Kip is one hot babe. She's an ork, but she doesn't look it at all. Everything's there in all the right places. She's got the body of a gymnast, and can hit like a Mack truck—I saw her nearly knock this guy's head off the other night. We've got a date to hit the UB game next week. She's the muscle… a martial artist, parkour expert, and Awakened. She and I have a few things in common, and I think we'll work well together.

Blank's a nobody. That's the way he likes it, too. A hacker with major talent, and major money. I hope he's good enough for this job, but I've only heard of him by reputation. He rides a bike, but it's one of those rice-burners and that leaves me wondering.

Full Throttle is a jumpy guy, all over the place all the time. He drives, and I've heard he's pretty good. Seems like a cool enough guy, but like Blank he rides a rice-burner. It's pretty clear he thinks he's the wheelman who never has to get out of the car, though. That's enough to concern me. I've had bad experiences with that type, taking off and leaving when the chips are down and not sticking around to help out the team.

Pixie seems like a pretty stand-up guy. Errrr, sasquatch, that is. He's big and muscled up under all that fur, and doesn't talk much—at all, really. I guess I will have to figure out what all those hand-signs coming from him are. But he does ride a Harley, so that makes him okay in my book.

This Johnson called me out of the blue the other night to set up a job, and asked if I had a crew. Yeah, I guess I do. We will see how things work out. I'm consulting the runes, and gathering up some intel from across the Nine Worlds. The spirits are talking to me about this place. I should have guessed, by the way they giggled. It's a damned sex-toy factory…


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