Before she could continue her conversation with the strange looking applicant before her, the rest of the Redlight Runners filtered into the bar, each expressing their discontent at the 'intruder' who dared to interrupt their usual morning routine. Delmo seemed both exasperated and intrigued all at once when he laid eyes upon the tall specimen. Likely upset that he had to get to know another person, and excited at the prospect of being able to 'operate' on him if given the opportunity. @Kalle Naturally Maw's entrance was much more grand, preceded by some scantily clad girl that the towering woman had stumbled upon after her shift last night. The girl was clearly mortified, trying to cover her shame with a towel to avoid the prying eyes of the gang. It didn't work to well. "Honestly Maw, at the very least you could spare your newest conquest a shirt of some sort?" The witch stated with a hint of exasperation. Usually she didn't care about Maw and her bedroom escapades, most of the time they were out of the Dancing Flame before the club opened up. But with a potential new member it wasn't a distraction she wanted to deal with. "And don't bite his head off just yet. He could very well be our newest member." @Uriel1339 Yavana met Durijem's eyes once more as he seemed to be trying to read her in return. For just a brief moment, his placid face distorted into one of confusion before it faded away into its usual passive state. She didn't have much time to wonder what caused that before he made it clear. He knew. She wasn't sure how, it was something that no one in the gang shared with outsiders. "... I hope you're sincere about wanting to join our merry band here Durijem, because I'm not keen on letting someone who knows that out into the streets. One thing she had learned since coming to the Underhive was that witches were not looked upon kindly at all. Rather they were hunted with extreme prejudice by the government, and she wasn't about to let word slip that she should be on their hit list. The 'Eldar' as he called himself, explained that some contact of his was the one that told him to join the Runners. Apparently most other gangs weren't to interested in recruiting an alien into their midst, but Yavana wasn't overly bothered by it. She was a monster herself after all. As for his skills, it appeared he was a marksman, who had some substantial experience in combat. Not much was known about Corsair Fleets to the witch of the Wastes, but she had heard rumors of them being raiders from the darkness of space. Surely someone with that kind of experience could prove a useful ally. She spun her recaf in her cup, taking a small sip from it as her eyes continued to stare at Durijem. "Well Durijem, I can assure you we aren't looking for a servant or slave. If you're to join, you're to join as a full member of the Redlight Runners, just like any of us. Alien or no, we take care of our own. So long as you don't do something stupid and get us unwanted attention from the folks upstairs." She gestured upwards with her index finger, implying the Upper Spires and the myriad of forces that would likely come to hunt down an alien were they to be discovered. "We'd protect you like one of our own and you'd get a cut of the profits from any 'job' we work. Course ever do anything to betray our trust and we'll hunt you down. We'll expect you to fight to keep us safe just as we would for you. Understood?" Yavana wasn't to overly worried about this new addition to the crew. Sure, he was an alien, but he seemed good at lying low and seemed to genuinely want to be apart of their group. Besides, she could always have her men keep an eye on him til they knew he was loyal. @TuskatheDaemonKilla As soon as she finished speaking she became aware that there was another presence in the room. Looking behind the Eldar, she saw a tall brute of a man clad in primitive metal armor. This morning just got more and more interesting. "I assume your not here for a drink?"
"Fuck's sake, should have stayed in bed..." Leo groaned in his seat, slow morning began to look like a busy one right quick. He stood up and walked over to the bar, he put his glass of water on the counter. Leo sighed and stared at Yavana. "Out of all your duties, nagging is what you're best at." He switched his eye from the witch to their more polite bartender. "Spike that for me would you, Kad? Thanks." He rubbed his eyes and turned to the two new bloods showing their face here. First he looked at the Eldar. Yavana pretty much said what was necessary already. "Careful with that face, pole, got some hungry girls here as you can see." He ruffled Corvie's hair after saying that with a casual smile, he didn't just mean their juve member. "Would hate to have your heart broken, don't you think, Corvie? Gonna give Yavie a hernia at that rate." He noticed another figure looming in their establishment in shoddy looking metal armour. "Got something to say? Let Leo hear ya."
Tiny had until now been out resupplying, he had just smoked his last cigar and needed some new ones. As casually as just about every other time he’d done his routine, he strolled into the club. Alarms immediately blared in the rodent’s head; three strangers. After a split second he decided that only two posed any actual threat. Afterall, the third stood in nothing but a towel. While his presence was still relatively unknown he inspected the strangers. One of them was taller than the usual rabble, and as he clearly could see from behind, his ears were pointed; Eldar, clearly. The other was a broad human, atleast from what could be seen pf his back. The Eldar was armed, a sore mistake on the part of his compatriots. Though, afterall, the lot seemed calm, so he figured that naught was wrong. ”What the fuck is an Eldar doing unarmed in the club?” He asked clearly with his upper class accent clearly betraying that he’d atleast started somewhere else than the dump he currently resided in.
The Dancing Flame; Common Room The Maw was unconcerned by the witch's frustration, but she knew better than to throw fuel on the flame and simply dipped her chin. "Noted, Madame," she purred, as her dark eyes turned from the witch to the xeno. "Though I could go for seconds with this one, I don't think he could handle me." The Maw circled the xeno, a hungry gleam in her eye that she had developed in the gutters. Really, she was sizing him up. "I'd hate to break your hips, long-legs," she concludes in a low growl accompanied by one of her predatory grins. "So, he's a joiner?" she asked, throwing her eyes on Leo and Yavana, suddenly focused and serious.
Delmo rammed his palm so reaoundingly into his face at Tiny's remarks that his hood fell back revealing the Biologos' face for a few moments before Minos could replace the hood. Sallow somewhat bloodshot eyes and a scar along his throat coupled with the rat's nest of hair made the reason for the hood apparent. ( @CupcaknHell ) "Smalls was it ? For the love of whatever you hold dear may you not simply shout our buisness to whomever happens to be about especially since some of them may not be friendly !" At this point the prevjously reserved Novice was now whispering quite angrily and gesticulating wildly at the armored man and the towelled girl privy to more than The Maw's secrets Speaking of The Maw ( @Kalle ) taking quiet steps he tapped the large womans shoulder and stated again in A deadpan tone "if you cacth some horrendous venereal disease i ask kindly that you do not contact me for you have brought such actions unto yourself. However would you mind in ensuring your previous guest remains quiet about what she has learned thank you" he said before moving away quickly the buzzing at the back of his mind practically too much to deal with plus the strangeers and the rat After all the exhausting interaction and spending a few moments going over chemical compounds and hugging Minos to his chest his mind managed to reprocess the fact that there was an Eldar in the room. A Xenos. Living breathing and it wasnt currently trying to rend him limb from limb. Muttering a quiet binaric prayer he observed it carefully. Producing a small notebook from within his robes and begin writing down his observations while trying and failing to be somewhat discreet in doing so.
Matias nodded. "I'm here for work plain and simple." He responded as he leaned against the wall on his right side, unable to lean back as his weapons were there. "I think you understand what kind of work I mean by looking at how I'm dressed." He hoped to get through the initial talks quickly and just be made a part of this group with little hassle. @Keidivh
@Keidivh The Eldar leaned in to whisper in private amongst the crowd, he could sense her emotion regards the psychic abilities easily. And indeed, he had forgotten that the Imperium hated not only aliens, but also those capable of manipulating the warp. "I shall not cast your secret forth, as for how I know. We can discuss that in private, if you desire." Durijem nodded in agreement and leaned back, standing straight once more. "I also will accept the terms brought forth and shall live by your codes, as long as it means that I shall not kill my own kin, unless there is no other way around it. I will uphold my part to protect the Redlight Runners, it's entities, personnel and belongings, and I shall use even my weapons against my own kin if diplomacy or such fails." The alien put his right hand above his heart and bowed deeper, more respectful and eyes closed to symbolize trust ever more so. @CupcaknHell "Apologies for the lack of proper announcement and untimely appearance. My name is Durijem, and if your leader, Yavana, agrees to my oath, I shall be one more of your runners." He said ever polite, knowing that he wasn't allowed to get aggravated about rude comments, especially not some which were so much focused on the surface as his very species. @Kalle Durijem smiled politely, maybe a little bit excited, too. "My hips are well trained. I can remain in a crouched or lying position for days. After all, it is a patient hunter who shall capture his prey. Also while the rumors might claim Human supremacy in all terms of biology..." He glanced at the Mechanicus Biologis (@bossaroo ) and gave him an appreciative nod, before turning back to the woman. "It might not all be clean cut such as that. Either way. My name is Durijem, glad to make your acquaintance."
As Yavana was considering how to handle these new recruits that appeared at the Dancing Flame's doorstep the scent of cigar smoke assaulted the witch's nostrils, indicating that a certain rat had finally made his way into the room. His boisterous outburst confirmed this for her, adding to the chorus of agitated and confused Runners. His shouting was then matched with shouting from the resident 'doctor', giving her a headache for earlier in the day than she would have liked. At the very least Maw was kind enough not to kill Durijem, that was something. @Uriel1339 When the Eldar suddenly leaned in towards her Yavana instinctively reached for the holster of her las pistol, ready to sear a hole into his stomach should she have to. Luckily that wasn't needed, the alien instead offering to speak with her about how in the frack he knew about her special circumstance. With that said, he then announced his oath to serve the Redlight Runners faithfully, as long as they didn't go out of their way to murder his kin. Shouldn't be to difficult considering he was the first of his kind Yavana had ever seen. "Very well then Durijem. If none of the others are opposed to it, I accept your pledge. Welcome to the Redlight Runners." @TuskatheDaemonKilla The armored brute behind the lanky alien spoke up as well, far more blunt in his approach, simply demanding work. Not that she minded, made it clear the type of person she was dealing it, and it never hurt to have another bruiser about. "Well then, I'm going to assume you heard what I told this lanky lad. Be loyal to the Runners, betray us and we'll feed your entrails to Rose's pets, so on and so forth." She said with a small flourish of her hand, clearly not interested in running through the whole spiel again. "I assume we have an understanding?" @bossaroo @Kalle As she finished dealing with the new recruits, something crossed her mind about what Delmo had screamed at T. There was a non-Runner in the Dancing Flame when Runner business was being discussed. Well, shit. Activating the micro-bead on her choker, Yavana began speaking in an odd language that would be foreign to those around her, the language of her Wasteland kin. Moments after she had finished speaking two armored warriors appeared from the back, brandishing a couple of well worn autoguns before standing in front of the exit. The witch glanced over with at Maw with a severe look before her eyes wandered over to the scantily clad girl in their midst. "We can't just let her leave now."
Noticing the armed guards appearing, as well as the general tensions in the room rising, Tiny looked at the poor girl. Such a pretty little thing, and yet the time of her death seemed to draw near. While this wasn't something Tiny took pleasure in, he agreed with what he presumed Yavana's thinking to be; The girl must die. So he headed to the bar and asked Kadmus @High_Adept_Zeth to poor her a drink. Better to have the taste of something nice as your last, than nothing at all.
The Dancing Flame; Common Room The Maw smirked wryly at the Eldar (@Uriel1339). "And I yours," she drawled in answer, before her eyes flit toward the Biologos. His alarmist warnings never held much sway with the Maw, but she nonetheless inclined her head to acknowledge his warning, before the Witch (@Keidivh) started speaking in the language of her Wastelander kin, no doubt summoning her goons. The Maw regarded the Witch impassively, one glance spared towards last night's prize, before she simply nodded her head. "Do what you gotta do, Madame," she replied softly. She looked at the Biologos again. "See? Ain't it great when everything works out?" she asked, though there was a bittersweet note to the otherwise callous words.
