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Chapter 3 - A Vampiric Surprise
Second Job - Learning how to RUN!
September 20, 2012 12:00
Where we meet new people, new places and new things.
Whilst waiting for our elfish team-mate, Mama saw fit to introduce two new Runners to the group, a cybernetic Japanese fighter, Yuzu, and a pink haired magical dwarf, Ray. Mama has informed us we need a safe house, and after sorting out the details, she pointed us in the direction of a house in the Yellow Zone. There are rumours that Runners have been disappearing and being found dead after safe houses have kicked them out, so probably best we get a move on getting the house.
It's. A. Ghouls'. Nest… I'm pretty sure it would have been easy to deal with if Hugh hadn't almost died from the first ghoul we came into contact with.. We drove him to the nearest hospital and then returned to the house, not the most sensible of ideas. The rest of the clearing was going fine until we realised the chanting we could hear coming from the
Chapter 2 - Shot from the Dark
Ghosts in a Machine - Silvio's Shooting
September 14, 2012 12:00
So apparently we do not get to keep all 150,000 of our monies, damn..
Mama contacted us for her cut of the earnings (10%). I was reliably informed that that adds up to about 15,000, which a week ago, would have been the largest amount of money I had ever seen. So Mama invites us to the French quarter, somewhere poshish (Probably most people's lower class) and takes our money. Unfortunately Silvio gets shot after the transfer is complete.. so rushing to the rescue Hugh grabs him and jumps in the fountain, Adam and I attempt to scale a building to where we thought the shooter was. The sirens started to ring and I scampered out of there as Adam found an unmanned sniper rifle.
The guys escaped in the truck and lost the cops.. Only after jumping a helicopter and getting the footage spread across most of the matrix. Hugh did something to Silvio involving a blowtorch en-
Chapter 1 - A Runner's First Steps
First Job - The Kidnapping of Dorian Ackles
September 13, 2012 12:00
It started with a summon…
Mama, a local underworld high up, (ironic ain't it) called a group of rag tag nobodies to her bar, Blue Sun. And in they came: A large troll in a tailored clean suit with some grasp of magic, a twitchy matrix obsessed techowhatsit, a wiry human rigger and me, a small time crook and full time street bum. Now, Mama's taken care of me for years when I was little, so I figured I owed her some kinda favour and headed on over. After some trick with a fake wall, grr… We met up in a hidden room and got a de-brief: Head to Yellow Zone, to Sunbeam Tavern, and something something talking to someone.
Got to Sunbeam, turns out it's Philips 's Bar! ..Slightly more cautious now. No-one else seems to have noticed though. Guys in the bar have comms set to private, obviously the most legal of establishments. Get sent to a private room to meet with 3 Mr. Johnsons, tw
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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