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In my spare time, I do various things, like collect fancy hats.

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@FancyHats You just haaaaad to ninja my post, didn't you? :P Time to edit in some minor details.


I'm sorry, it had to be done, the GM made me.



Prelude


"K- Katya!" Stepan loudly stammered as he threw the door open, sucking in great breaths of air as he stumbled into the decrepit apartment he had provided for her. Had she not known any better, Katya might have believed that he had actually run up the three flights of stairs.

Still breathing heavily, the older man took a seat across from her, frowned, and reached for the bottle of vodka that stood on the table,"Katya, enough drinking. Things are finally happening! I've got a job for you, the Consortium wants-"

In a swift, well-practiced motion Katya moved the bottle out of his reach and raised it to her lips with a mischievous grin. Savoring the last bit of vodka that remained, she relished the warmth the liquid spread throughout her body. Slamming the empty bottle onto the table, she flashed a mischievous grin in the Captain's direction. What was life after all, without some small measure of rebellion?

"A job? What sort of job?"

"They didn't say. They just asked for someone capable."

"So? What does that have to do with me? I don't recall being employed by the Consortium..."

"Listen, girl, don't be difficult. I already told them we'd do it."

"I see," Katya replied, forcing a smile to her lips. She had already grown tired of the old man bossing her around, "How much are they paying?"

"Enough...More than enough."

"More than enough?" Katya said, rising to her feet with a sudden grin, and reaching for the large canvas duffle bag that lay next to the table. Well-worn, army surplus, and stuffed to the brim. It held her costume and all the tools of her trade. "Ah well, that changes everything. Doesn't it?

The captain laughed, nodded, and handed her a business card. "Head to the Mad Monk, an old friend will be there to meet you. They call him the Tailor. Short, fat, with glasses...wearing a, ah...what are those called again? That's right! a bowler hat, wearing a bowler hat and an ill-fitting suit...he looks like someone's father, like an accountant, like no one important. Don't underestimate him though, he's like you, very much like you."

"Don't worry, you know me, I'm always friendly."



A Morning Meeting


Katya found the Consortium operative within the depths of the tavern easily enough. He looked exactly like Stepan had told her. A stubby, middle-aged man, wearing a three piece suit and a bowler hat. American, given his accent, and unremarkable, in almost every way.

"Tailor," he said, offering her his hat, with a polite nod.

"Taser," Katya replied, countering with a sarcastic wave of her hand. He frowned and Katya sensed a surge of electrical activity within him, fingers gripping tightly around the umbrella he carried and muscles readying for a strike. Smiling was pointless when wearing her mask, but Katya couldn't help but grin, things were finally getting interesting.

"This way," the Tailor finally said, letting out a loud sigh, and gesturing for her to follow.

Neither of them spoke as they walked outside of the tavern, but Katya could feel the Tailor watching her, sizing her up, even as he lead her to the headquarters of the Consortium. She couldn't quite place it, but there was something very wrong with the Tailor, something familiar, something very distinctly three letter agency, and it filled Katya with a sense of disgust.

"Alverton Building," the Tailor finally said, breaking the silence as he ushered her in through the back door of some looming skyscraper. Like some common criminal she thought, appropriate, but somehow it still felt like an insult.

Leading her through a maze of doors and rooms, the Tailor stopped at an elevator marked clearly " Maintenance Use Only." He swiped a key card and gestured for her to enter, "Maxwell is waiting for you on the top floor."

As she passed him and stepped into the elevator, he handed her a set of car keys, "For your driver. Volkswagen, Black Golf, Level B3. Tell him to bring it back in one piece."

"Sure thing, портной, see you around," Katya replied, nodding in his direction, and not missing the threat that lurked beneath his words.




*(портной - Russian: tailor)
@FancyHats@ProPro
Perhaps it'd be best for Fodem to drive...


You have to live a little, what's a mission if not a chance to experience Russian driving at its finest?
@FancyHats@ProPro@hagroden Going to be sending you three on the recon mission. Try not to cause too make casualties :-P

You'll be contacted by a Consortium operative you've met in the past, and told to head to Maxwell's office, ASAP. I'd hurry, if I were you, before he comes downstairs to lynch Anonymous :-P


Sounds good, I'll have a post up a bit later this evening.

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@FancyHatsThat actually saves me a bit of writing ATM. Consider yourself Anonymous's driver :-P


Do gas masks impair visibility??? How well can Taser drive??? Can she even drive???

Find out on this week's special episode of "Shocking Tales".
"And call in Anonymous. I’m sending a babysitter to take him to Allston."

@ProPro@Sickle-cell

I'm not sure if there was a plan in regards to an escort for Anonymous, but it might be an easy way to toss him and Taser together.

Just an idea though, I can easily figure something else out if that disrupts some other plans. :D

Katya/Kate/Taser would fall safely into the category of independent I think.

Like @ProPro's Anonymous, Taser would probably lean a bit towards the Consortium (business is good). The Covenant might not be far off either, but it depends on how logical their goals are to her (she's not a fan of bringing down massive amounts of heat without good reason).

Really though, I see her as quite mercenary in her outlook, if it serves her own interests and pays well (in gold, blood, or favors) she'd be willing to cross some factional boundaries other characters might not. Similarly, loyalty is all well and good, but she likes being alive.

I see her as more of an enforcer, rather than leader in the small band of merry Russians, so if things go well, she'll happily stick with them, but if required, she has little problems switching her group of friends. Even aiding a vigilante or understanding hero seems plausible for her given the right motivation (she's definitely not the sort of character that supports wanton destruction or violence).

Working with the PRT/Protectorate, would be something of a last resort (get out of jail card or trying to stay alive?).

Copping off of @Old Amsterdam, I'd say that Taser has been in the city for around a week or two, just enough time to see some sights before martial law was declared.

The above was a very roundabout way of saying that Taser could probably swing a lot of ways.
@knifeman For categories, you might want to throw in Breaker, at least if you're going more for an incorporeal ghosty type (but disregard if Holly just throws things around using some sort of telekinesis).



Spiffy characters though. :3
You can relax when you are dead, much like sleeping.
Thanks to @Lasrever I remembered how much fun fonts are.

Barring the money side of things, she sounds like a sourcebook for a Covenant Cape :-P


The promise of future favors is always an accepted form of payment in lieu of cold hard cash.

Calling in past debts is always so much fun after all. :D

The faction most likely to have connections to the Russian Mafia would be The Consortium, I reckon. I love the overall feel of her, though, so I can't think of any required changes ^.^


Yay!

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Whelp, now I got self-conscious about how many female characters we're making. ... OH, WELL, IT'S CANON THAT THERE ARE MORE FEMALE CAPES THAN MALE! XD


We're just working to end sexism, one female character at a time. :3

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