Albus was done with his breakfast and was now leaning back on his chair staring at the roof rocking a bit back and forth. @Maleth "....Frag this waiting..." he said and slammed his chair down. He sent a message to his contact Lili, she was connected with all kinds of people. He typed, "hey pretty, heard anything or of anyone worthwhile that would interest a man like me? professionally?" He jumped up from the chair and started gearing up. All the while the downstairs neighbor was slamming on his floor, screaming "Cut the music you useless fragging son of a bi-!" with various other descriptive insults.
@kanila @Keidivh @BuriasDempsey Leon Looked up from his bowl of "cereal" to the group and smiled "Story time ? Hell yeah !" The young man jumped up from the table and bowed eloquently "id recommend buckling your seats because you're in for quite the show today ! Now i dont want to bw greedy but might as well start with myself since thats the easiest one for me to remember" now that he'/ started his monolouge the young man's accent starts to show through becoming more obvious as he speaks and wakes up With a spark of light from his hands he begins a simple illusion to spice up the morning and begin his story the lights and colors forming to show his words "it started for me when i was just a young boy my family had been vistin the city and the wind was blowing something fierce that day and with a spark of light dancing off my hands next thing i know a wind spirit is screeching bloody murder down the street and my mother threw me at the damn thing and ran" he starts laughing as the illusion depicts what appears to be a family jumping seceral feet in the air before tossing a much younger leon at the wind spirit and running off in a cloud of dust. He wipes a few tears from his wyes from sadness or laughter it is unknown . With a swipe of his hand the colors and the shapes go dark and still except for the young leon, " it didnt take me long to figure out what i was good at " with quick fluck of his wrist the colors return bright and quick to a crowd huddled around him with wisps colors dancing around him and the crowd "PERFORMING !! Could you tell ?" With a laugh he wipes the scene again "now heres where my good friend Kruger comes onto the scene, when i was a bit older and had been performing for a bit i had a good show when all of sudden " a new scene starts with a young leon being beaten up by three over sized bulky dull looking men " im getting mugged and while i can do some fancy tricks back them but im not fighting 3 burly bastards like these but" with a bright flash of light Kruger bursts into the scene looking exceedingly heroic and with a single over down punch all 3 muggers lie on the floor unconcious stars fliting around their bruised faces " Kruger bursts out and being the good smaritan he is saves my sorry ass " the illusionary Kruger picks up and dusts off the young leon "he helped me out , put a roof over ma head and food in my stomach and i can hardly repay him for that " before proceeding Leon hugs Kruger tightly. " this man here was a lone star" the Illusion depicting Kruger in an old sheriffs outfit "but things went sour " a bullet whizzes by knocking off Kruger's sheriff hat "but alas he's a bit of a clammy man when it comes to his past but he so thats all i know about his story " he turns and smiles at Tyesha " your turn big sis " he chuckles at his nick name for her and her starts her story "it all starts one day and im doing pretty poirly with my shows which hadnt happened at all for my what 3 years of street performing ?" He mulls it over as the colors and shapes come to together playing another scene " next thing i known theres a big old crowd of people surround this wonderful lady" with an almost over exaggerated bow as he gestures to Tyesha "ive never seen a crowd so well played she might as well have been the pied piper with a violin" music notes drift up from the crowd as an Tyesha dances in and out of the crowd "i was pretty jealous if im being honest , folks didnt care much for my sax yet one lady wiyha violin and their enthralled " he huffed indignatntly " and suddenly she's gone " the music notes stopped coming up from the crowd " aaaaand half the crowd doesnt have their wallets and you know who takes the hit ?" The now angered crownd chatges towards the illusionary leon and he scampers off in a cloud of dust " well being the good samritan i am i search for her and well safe to say she ends up finding me " Leon chuckles as his illusion self jumps a few feet in terror as a Tyesha suddenly appears " it all happens quite soon but next thing i known im helping out and whole crowds are finding their wallets missing " and with a final clap of his hands The illusion ends and Leon flops back into his chair panting "damn that took it out of me" ( OOC: vauge back story from Leon's perspective ta daa also i imagine the Illusion here is somewhat like a cartoon )
@TuskatheDaemonKilla As Nora began putting on her helmet upon her head she got another message through her commonlink from her missdiled runner, deciding to be somewhat specific she began putting in her message. "Female, Troll about nine foot two, with bear like shaman tatoos and runes over clothing and a weird done up mace, grey hair with speckles in it tied up and four horns on her head." Nora put in her com link before sending the message. As she pressed send she locked her door and bean going out heading out the door towards the Golden Lion Inn
Marcus studied the description carefully and committed it to memory while also riding to the inn. Not taking his eyes off the road he replied to the text using the speech to text function. "I'll see you first. You'll know me if you see me." Simple enough he figured since while not to toot his own horn pretty much everyone with a brain has heard of him at this point since that footage was leaked into the matrix. Not to mention the ungodly amount of rumors that surround him now. He still can't believe how some people think he's the god damn Antichrist but that's how gullible people are now a days thanks to the matrix and btls. Damn things made him sick to his stomach with how easily people get sucked into them and reject reality becoming barely won human. Shit's worse than any kind of drug out there but thats enough of his personal rant he needs to focus on putting his professional face on.
The gentle caress of blood running down the Nartaki's back had only just started to reach her tailbone when the fiery red metahuman, wide awake from how tired she was, stared into the aether while physically seated tailor-style on a pile of blankets. Her eyes glazed over and half-lidded, she made a weak attempt at seeming meditative in meatspace while checking her mail. And, aware of her dire financial straits, she smiled upon reading her only non-spam mail's content. Only unwillingly did she disconnect from her deck and pull the plug out of her neck, the burning agony of excoriated flesh only barely enough of a sensation to keep her grounded in this place of dull colours, dull emotions, and dull experiences. Retrieving her clothing and gear from a crate and stack of boxes that surrounded the corner of her 'sleeping pile', Emzee stretched one last time before opening the gate of her warehouse, shoving out her gently purring two-wheeler, and closing the abandoned dump/home sweet home down once more. The Runner sighed inwardly while en route to this Golden Lion Inn, not expecting much excitement out of this job, but nevertheless, she needed the cash badly. Out of money to sustain herself, and more importantly, out of BTLs, she knew that she had little option but to accept. Not that she'd tell anybody, but this was the truth here. Eventually, the Inn came into sight, and after getting off her Kundalini, and sparing one final wistful thought to yesterday's last chip, Emzee entered the place, looking for a Troll or a front desk to be questioned.
@bossaroo Jack was rather enthralled by the tale told by Show-Biz, both because of what happened and the rather charming cartoons he made with his magic. The story was rather touching as well. Though cynically for a moment, he wondered if they rehearsed this a few times before for other reasons. Still, it seemed like they all worked with each other really will if they can pull off scams like that as just a hobby. "Now that's quite the tale, no wonder they wanted you to tell it." he laughed. Putting back on just a normal smile, he spoke up. "But another question if ya'll don't mind. Is there anyone else we're waiting for or are we in the process of looking for a job now?" he asked, getting to the meat of their little get together so he know what's up more than to just get to business.
After a bit more driving Marcus arrived at the inn the troll messaged him about. He pulled into an alley and parked his bike and kicked out the stand. Hopefully no one would look at it too closely while he was getting the job but knowing this city you could never be too safe which is why he installed a key ignition. He took out the key and placed in one of his ammo compartments and looked at the building across the street. Nothing really of note besides the way too skinny girl with four arms and red skin. But no trolls so he simply leaned against the alley wall waiting for someone matching the description in the message. Hopefully no one would recognize his helmet from the vids but quite frankly if they were stupid enough to take a swing at him then they shouldn't be that hard to take down.
@TuskatheDaemonKilla @Casavay Nora had finally arrived after a long walk through the rain she was semi soaked as she arrived passing a Alleyway with what looked to be armed for a job and a four armed red women that looked to be smaller then her, taking a place at the door she began to await for her mysterious runner first before going in.
@Vulpas @Casavay Seeing a female troll matching the description pass by and wait by the door Marcus assumed it was her and walked over to her with his hands in his coat pockets. He aproched and looked up at her. "You message me?" He asked plainly looking at her through the various lenses of his helmet. 'Here's hoping they don't freak out and realize who I am.' He thought to himself as he waited for an answer.
@Vulpas @TuskatheDaemonKilla "What he said, only if the answer is 'yeah', I'll bank. People referring to themselves in third person? So ugh", Emzee eloquently mumbled in introduction, her eyes already falling shut again. Her upper pair of arms properly in the sleeves of her coat, and those hands in its pocket, while the lower pair were sticking out the front opening much like a two-armed person might wear a cape, and using these hands to stress her words more energetically than her monotone voice and half-asleep face might suggest. "This is Emzee, though, and I was told to find a Troll. You kinda look the part."
