Thursday, August 19th, 2077.
8:50 PM
Seattle, UCAS
Everyone
As Stroheim takes off, the bouncer shakes his head and then motions for Bird to step up. The line manages to empty relatively quickly. Everett and Bird have their guns located, and are told to check them, unless
"You want to lose your trigger finger, not just trigger." They get the message. Everyone with weaponry has to check it at the bar, while Wrath takes a moment to browse the catalogue and have drinks sent down. Everyone ends up filing down one at a time, due to awkwardness or issues with checking weaponry. The first to enter is Stroheim...
Nails
As you pop down onto the couch, you get to witness a rather odd spectacle. First a large, muscled human who you can tell is fuming bursts in and throws himself at a couch. He sits down and scrunches up, almost not acknowledging you except for with a scowl. Next up is a confident human wearing a armored suit, another one who walks in looking disoriented but is fairly blandly dressed. The last, but not least guy walks in, wearing a light jacket and jeans, and carrying a plate of drinks, which he sets on the coffee table. As you're about to break the awkward silence, a dwarf practically skips in, and deflates instantly when he spots the muscled human. Who's spotted him and is leaping to his feet, while everyone else is rising. In that moment the Trid projector chooses to turn on and display a face.
"Settle down gentlemen. I did not bring you all here for you to kill each other" says the face in the Trid projector. It's a voice that's tired but precise. Soft but with a cold edge underneath.
"We're going to have a nice chat real quick, and then we can get to the part where everyone is fighting it out. So I'll ask you all to sit once, or consider any deal we might have void.
Everyone sits.
"Now, I'm going to also have to ask you to hold all questions and comments until the end of our little chat. But first, where are my manners? My name, if you've managed to figure out, is Eximious. And I've invited you here for the same reason anyone comes to the wretched establishment. Money. I'm a fixer as the terminology goes, but recently I've had my regular teams be overwhelmed with work, and there being a lack of free assets. So I've turned to talent scouting. I have determined that you, when you're not fighting, would form a good team based on your background and the information that I've managed to dig up about you. Don't worry about that by the way, all I know is what you're capable of, and that's all that interests me anyways. Getting back to the point. If you choose to accept, we can immediately begin work as I have a sort of... test for you. However, I can say no more without getting your agreements to work with me. Now's the time for your questions. But not fighting. That energy will be much more useful channeled in productive direction."
He leans back, and lights up a nic-stick. As everyone sits in various states of emotions, you take a moment to examine everyone more closely...
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