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@Leidenschaft Character sheet is a wrap for now. Are we going to have a discord for this game?
Somewhat luck that I fit this one in directly. Been a long weekend. Hope they do soon so we can get this rockin.
Sorry I will have it finished today. I ended up working this weekend.
Designation: Raven Tattersail
Location: Sammie's 2257-35ul
Time: Around 9 pm

Tattersail always sort of strolls. Like an old world chimney sweep always on the verge of breaking into a maddening dance accompanied by a boisterous song. Today he strolls into the Sammie. These delightful havens of depravity almost guarantee entertainment. If 'Sail is lucky, and he is, he will get to stick his hands inside some fortunate Solo, like a tinker fixing a watch, and make sure all the essential pieces are just so. (Reginald Winthrop):There has always been something decidedly off about you young man. (Constance Ferrier):Statistically most likely cause, chemical imbalance.

Swinging his clockwork bag jauntily up and plopping it onto the bar 'Sail proclaims loudly, "SILENCE, the both of you." And with a half-smile he sweeps the hat from his head and sets it upon his bag signalling to Mavis for something terrible. "My dear, ever so well oiled and smooth, easy on even the rustiest eyes... -he leans in- ... Have you ever heard of the Omnissiah? No? Yes? Doesn't matter. Nevermind." Sweeping up his drink Raven turns to face the other patrons of the Sammie. Looking for a potential customer, there's one hacked open every minute.

(Jeremiah Thorne):This is a boring waste of time. Just go snatch up some guttersnipe to experiment on so the research can continue. "Non-sense, I am a renowned Technomancer there are a plethora of people simply dying to secure my services. We will wait here for them." Tattersail quaffs his beverage, a rough term for it, and flicks a few of the ocular lens down in front of his eyes telescoping his vision down... to examine a nearby well rounded derriere. Excellent specimen. Might be worth putting on ice for later he muses entranced...
No biggie. Sol hasn't been offered a job yet that's on the GM. :) If Ellie happens to just die then that's not his problem. His specialty is finding people and things not fighting other people's fights without a damn good reason. Like money. Or drugs.
Solomon rolls off his cot and onto the concrete floor. No, not on purpose. Sometimes you wake up the hard way. Groaning he drags a cigar out of his shirt pocket and strikes a match on his 5 o'clock shadow. That's better. Slowly dragging to his feet Sol is ready for the day. Same clothes as yesterday, Heh, they dont smell half bad. Eat a quick tab of acid, holster the cannon. Better go find some missing people today. Running low on medicine. Sol is color blind, but the hallucinogens make him see. Color? Maybe. How can he be sure since he doesn't know what color is. All he knows is the world is black and white. Except when the drugs work right. Then everything is art in motion.

Stepping out onto the street he heads for the boards. You know the ones, where people advertise for their bullshit. Sometimes he can find work there for people looking for someone who's probably already dead. Oh well, if they want to pay him to confirm dead relatives then no problem. The street isn't level, and the sky is swirling angry (Is that orange? Why not. It's orange.) here comes the fun.

Each step sounds like an earthquake shaking the ground. Partly because of his raw mass partly the drugs. Man feels like a badass giant when he hears that sound. Smashing the ground as he wanders up to the board Sol glances at the fresh listings and heads off towards Ellies house. Sol doesn't do protection but maybe her dumbass parents will throw him some cash for the warning. It's a short walk since he lives in the slums nearby.

Coming to the listed address Solomon straightens his back and and pounds on the door by way of knocking. The hovel sways dangerously at the force being applied generously. The door cracks open revealing a nervous little weasel faced man with a knife. Sol breathes out a cloud of cigar smoke into his face before talking, "Someone already let you know what's comin. Good enough. You'd do best to find a new shitshack to live in for a while. Some of these fucks like to take kids instead of killin'em. If that happens look me up. I'll track the little wailing bastard down for you." Almost on cue the child starts crying again. Sol just shakes his head as he walks away. Need to go see the concrete doctor. But maybe just a quick nip first.

Stomping his way down the road Sol gets to the docks and spots his disreputable spot. The Serpent's Lair, they know and tolerate him there. And anyone who doesn't know him learns. The hard way. Reaching up as he passes through the door giving the bell an extra clang just for good measure.

@Drakey

Will make an appearance later tonight when I get out of the dentist.
@Leidenschaft Finished.

Solomon Firenz






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