Tales of Big City (Cyberpunk RP)

[majus]

@Mazoku

The engine became silent as Eva stopped in front of the bar.

She got off and walked inside - the smell of cheap alcohol, cigarettes, drugs and even sex hit her nose... along with less pleasant smells. The building was filled with anarchs, rebellious youths, drug dealers and few professionals. Just like her.

She nodded to the bartender. She knew better than to underestimate the woman. At one time she noticed her taking down an entire gang of wannabes wanting to make names for themselves. Chips didn't give that kind of skill. Experience did.

She waited until the place was free, then sat down in front of the man - the Handler.

"Come here, for another job-" He asked curiously as he looked at the woman, with both of his eyes - organic and cybernetic. "-Jackalope?"

 

[majus]

@Auraicide

The bar was... well, not the first place Gina would choose to meet.

But at least it was private enough. It wouldn't be the first time she went to a dirty place to get some dirt on shining citizens in this city - the rich, famous and beloved of this city... until they fell. She took a sip of her drink - not much, she didn't want alcohol to influence her decisions, during the meeting.

"Mrs Masturba?"

She looked up at the woman who stopped in front of her table.

Ah, it seemed that her informer has arrived. Now, what kind of information would she have for her... and for how much?

 

[majus]

@Tjf

CRASH!

"Ugh!" Jack groaned as his body hit the brick. He quickly scrambled and hid behind the column.

In this place no one would help him, he knew that. People preferred to stay away from troubles. He lowered his breathing. He had at least one rib cracked - that monster punched through the bricks.

"Come out, Sietch, there is no reason for you to hide." He glanced behind the column and winced. "I won't break you... much."

Nineke Horst looked to have even more wires then she did when he released to the net, her illegal actions that got her kicked out from the academy.

How?

How did she know he was Sietch?

That line of reasoning quieted as he heard her steps echoing through the alley. She caught him without his gun - he only had his rig, his wallet and his wits - against cyborg gangster.

 

[Thorn_]

@Auraicide

The bar was... well, not the first place Gina would choose to meet.

But at least it was private enough. It wouldn't be the first time she went to a dirty place to get some dirt on shining citizens in this city - the rich, famous and beloved of this city... until they fell. She took a sip of her drink - not much, she didn't want alcohol to influence her decisions, during the meeting.

"Mrs Masturba?"

She looked up at the woman who stopped in front of her table.

Ah, it seemed that her informer has arrived. Now, what kind of information would she have for her... and for how much?

Gina wasn't too taken in by the music, or the prospect of throwing money away to look at boobs. She had her own already. And...the pink hair stripper was...prettyish. But lacking a little something. Not that she knew what it was since she didn't really focus on other girls. Not that she didn't acknowledge a good looking girl when she saw it....but she wasn't really here to watch the dancers. She sat, slightly concerned about the flimsy looking chair supporting her...extra weight, but it seemed to hold up just fine. She was left half tapping the glass on the drink she ordered as a requirement but didn't really touch when she heard the woman speak. She smiled at the informant. She had high hopes for getting a solid lead.

"That's me. Tell me you got something to make my day."

 

[majus]

Gina wasn't too taken in by the music, or the prospect of throwing money away to look at boobs. She had her own already. And...the pink hair stripper was...prettyish. But lacking a little something. Not that she knew what it was since she didn't really focus on other girls. Not that she didn't acknowledge a good looking girl when she saw it....but she wasn't really here to watch the dancers. She sat, slightly concerned about the flimsy looking chair supporting her...extra weight, but it seemed to hold up just fine. She was left half tapping the glass on the drink she ordered as a requirement but didn't really touch when she heard the woman speak. She smiled at the informant. She had high hopes for getting a solid lead.

"That's me. Tell me you got something to make my day."

The woman nodded as she sat down. Her movements fluid, alluring, like a cat. There was some natural grace in the way she moved... that, or some good chips and programs.

She bit her lip, hesitating, before speaking.

"It's about Nathan Byrne... I am..." She winced before continuing. "I am his girlfriend." She looked at the glass. "It was... pleasant, at the begging, even romantic. But the further it went, the more suffocating, it became. Now, I am so tangled, that I doubt I would be able to escape..." She looked at Gina. "I need your help."

 

[Thorn_]

The woman nodded as she sat down. Her movements fluid, alluring, like a cat. There was some natural grace in the way she moved... that, or some good chips and programs.

She bit her lip, hesitating, before speaking.

"It's about Nathan Byrne... I am..." She winced before continuing. "I am his girlfriend." She looked at the glass. "It was... pleasant, at the begging, even romantic. But the further it went, the more suffocating, it became. Now, I am so tangled, that I doubt I would be able to escape..." She looked at Gina. "I need your help."

Gina was already listening intently, but not pushing her source of information, choosing to just let her speak when she was ready. It paid off, as she spoke a name that grabbed attention. She didn't even need to search the name in her processor to know. Even if he was a well known asshole, he was still rich and famous, even if he was only famous for being something of a fame whore. She'd seen him in a couple movies. He wasn't actually awful in them. Still other than being something of a jerk off camera, that was pretty well known in the industry at large. Yet, this was clearly different than just being difficult to work with. Letting her finish, Gina smiled and used her softest voice.

"I only report the news. I know people who can help you...I'll make it happen. You don't have to worry about me using your name or being in trouble. I just need you to give me everything you can so I can help you."

 

[Mazoku]

@Mazoku

The engine became silent as Eva stopped in front of the bar.

She got off and walked inside - the smell of cheap alcohol, cigarettes, drugs and even sex hit her nose... along with less pleasant smells. The building was filled with anarchs, rebellious youths, drug dealers and few professionals. Just like her.

She nodded to the bartender. She knew better than to underestimate the woman. At one time she noticed her taking down an entire gang of wannabes wanting to make names for themselves. Chips didn't give that kind of skill. Experience did.

She waited until the place was free, then sat down in front of the man - the Handler.

"Come here, for another job-" He asked curiously as he looked at the woman, with both of his eyes - organic and cybernetic. "-Jackalope?"

She didn't say it out loud, fearing retribution from the bartender, but her establishment needed a thorough cleaning then be incinerated to the ground before it was rebuilt. 'Colorful' and 'local flavor' had long since lost any descriptive use according to the young woman. Still he insisted to meet here for some reason. Eva hadn't pried about the bartender and the Handler's relationship, questions like that weren't welcome and often dangerous.

"Ammunition isn't cheap. And you keep bringing me reasons to use them. It's an eternal cycle." She scoffed and tugged at her biker gloves placing them on the table as she sunk into the stained seat. Money was nice - she had built up a private nest egg she hadn't yet decided what to do with, maybe a new slew of cybernetics, maybe a night out with her sorority sisters - but she could have that by competing and making mommy and daddy proud instead of doing this.

She wore a wry smile, proceeding to place her heavy leather boots on the table. "Unless you're going to ask me for how my day at university went let's hear it." The coach was a hardass and if she knew that she was running around shooting people then she'd praise her for staying active during her free time before telling her not to get hurt or she would be cut. She had made one of the team members break down and cry when they came hungover today before taking them aside as the rest were told to practice. In truth, based on the rumors, Eva was a little jealous. "You always have something interesting, Handler." Feeling keenly the loaded weight of her pistols at her hips, her fingers already itching.

 

[Tjf]

@Tjf

CRASH!

"Ugh!" Jack groaned as his body hit the brick. He quickly scrambled and hid behind the column.

In this place no one would help him, he knew that. People preferred to stay away from troubles. He lowered his breathing. He had at least one rib cracked - that monster punched through the bricks.

"Come out, Sietch, there is no reason for you to hide." He glanced behind the column and winced. "I won't break you... much."

Nineke Horst looked to have even more wires then she did when he released to the net, her illegal actions that got her kicked out from the academy.

How?

How did she know he was Sietch?

That line of reasoning quieted as he heard her steps echoing through the alley. She caught him without his gun - he only had his rig, his wallet and his wits - against cyborg gangster.

"Can't we talk about this? Use your words." Sietch backs away through the alley, gritting his teeth through the pain. "We don't have to fight, I always liked you." He slumps against the wall. To Nineke, it looks like he's having trouble breathing and has to lean against the wall to remain standing (which is, to be fair, exactly the truth), but secretly the young hacker plugs his rig into an air conditioning unit in one of the windows, overloading it with electricity. When Nineke draws up alongside the air conditioner, he overcharges the A/C unit to make it explode in her face and hopefully stun her, if not kill her.

 

[majus]

Gina was already listening intently, but not pushing her source of information, choosing to just let her speak when she was ready. It paid off, as she spoke a name that grabbed attention. She didn't even need to search the name in her processor to know. Even if he was a well known asshole, he was still rich and famous, even if he was only famous for being something of a fame whore. She'd seen him in a couple movies. He wasn't actually awful in them. Still other than being something of a jerk off camera, that was pretty well known in the industry at large. Yet, this was clearly different than just being difficult to work with. Letting her finish, Gina smiled and used her softest voice.

"I only report the news. I know people who can help you...I'll make it happen. You don't have to worry about me using your name or being in trouble. I just need you to give me everything you can so I can help you."

The woman shook her head.

"Nathan has high contacts, important people. As long as he is free, I will never be." She paused. "You once almost toppled him, ruined his career. He even swore vengeance against you..." The woman bit her lip. "If I gave you information about some of his less savourly activities, will you be able to destroy him enough to land him in jail?"

 

[Thorn_]

The woman shook her head.

"Nathan has high contacts, important people. As long as he is free, I will never be." She paused. "You once almost toppled him, ruined his career. He even swore vengeance against you..." The woman bit her lip. "If I gave you information about some of his less savourly activities, will you be able to destroy him enough to land him in jail?"

"I can't say for sure, but I can make sure the evidence is made so public that nobody can pretend it's all lies or sweep it under the rug. They'll be forced to come down on him to save face." She was surprised that he still had any fans left. But apparently he did. Getting the smug asshole locked up and exposed, would be nice. "He's not the only one with friends in high places....the first thing we'll do is get you a safehouse while we cover the story. I'll make sure that every last detail is so public, it will be impossible to just buy a few people off to make it go away. Of course, your name will be kept out of it, but during the process, I want you put somewhere safe."

 

[majus]

She didn't say it out loud, fearing retribution from the bartender, but her establishment needed a thorough cleaning then be incinerated to the ground before it was rebuilt. 'Colorful' and 'local flavor' had long since lost any descriptive use according to the young woman. Still he insisted to meet here for some reason. Eva hadn't pried about the bartender and the Handler's relationship, questions like that weren't welcome and often dangerous.

"Ammunition isn't cheap. And you keep bringing me reasons to use them. It's an eternal cycle." She scoffed and tugged at her biker gloves placing them on the table as she sunk into the stained seat. Money was nice - she had built up a private nest egg she hadn't yet decided what to do with, maybe a new slew of cybernetics, maybe a night out with her sorority sisters - but she could have that by competing and making mommy and daddy proud instead of doing this.

She wore a wry smile, proceeding to place her heavy leather boots on the table. "Unless you're going to ask me for how my day at university went let's hear it." The coach was a hardass and if she knew that she was running around shooting people then she'd praise her for staying active during her free time before telling her not to get hurt or she would be cut. She had made one of the team members break down and cry when they came hungover today before taking them aside as the rest were told to practice. In truth, based on the rumors, Eva was a little jealous. "You always have something interesting, Handler." Feeling keenly the loaded weight of her pistols at her hips, her fingers already itching.

The man nodded.

"Not really a challenge, but the pay is good."

He slid the photograph.

Spoiler: Photo

"Her name is Page Davidson." He said as he looked at Eva. "The client wants her head delivered."

 

[majus]

"Can't we talk about this? Use your words." Sietch backs away through the alley, gritting his teeth through the pain. "We don't have to fight, I always liked you." He slumps against the wall. To Nineke, it looks like he's having trouble breathing and has to lean against the wall to remain standing (which is, to be fair, exactly the truth), but secretly the young hacker plugs his rig into an air conditioning unit in one of the windows, overloading it with electricity. When Nineke draws up alongside the air conditioner, he overcharges the A/C unit to make it explode in her face and hopefully stun her, if not kill her.

Nienke laughed.

"Then why won't you start stripping - I will raise you, really well~" She laughed as she advanced on Sietch's position. Her laugh indicated that he would not really enjoy the ride... or survive it. He wasn't sure. With how much wired she was and depending on how much drug she had, it could mean anything.

As she approached him, the air conditioner, he overcharged it - it didn't make a big explosion, barely a small bum. Those devices where made surprisingly well. But the spark from the discharge was enough to momentarily blind the cyborg.

"Fuck." She cursed as she made a few steps back, covering her eyes. Her jacket opened, revealing her impressive bust.

 

[Tjf]

Nienke laughed.

"Then why won't you start stripping - I will raise you, really well~" She laughed as she advanced on Sietch's position. Her laugh indicated that he would not really enjoy the ride... or survive it. He wasn't sure. With how much wired she was and depending on how much drug she had, it could mean anything.

As she approached him, the air conditioner, he overcharged it - it didn't make a big explosion, barely a small bum. Those devices where made surprisingly well. But the spark from the discharge was enough to momentarily blind the cyborg.

"Fuck." She cursed as she made a few steps back, covering her eyes. Her jacket opened, revealing her impressive bust.

The moment Nineke is stunned, Sietch is upon her, running behind her back. As she's still stunned, he grabs the cable of his netrunner rig and plugs directly into her neck jack. Immediately, he activates his homemade software, a special program designed to disable or corrupt a person's cybernetics. For now, he doesn't have time to corrupt them, so he turns her cybernetics off all at once, hopefully leaving Nineke helpless.

 

[Mazoku]

The man nodded.

"Not really a challenge, but the pay is good."

He slid the photograph.

Spoiler: Photo

"Her name is Page Davidson." He said as he looked at Eva. "The client wants her head delivered."

She took the photo, staring at the woman before turning it around to see if there was anything written on the back. Eva placed it on the table as she took her feet off it. Putting her elbows down, she leaned forward. "Not interested in a lover's spat. The picture alone is a huge red flag that there's something more going on here than the usual." That means stupid clients. "Guessing corporate, her lingerie seems expensive." Placing a finger atop photo, prepared to slide it over and reject the offer.

"Don't need to know the details, but is it between two corporate employees inside one corporation or between two?" If the former, the management usually had some inkling what had happened and unless moral and upstanding, didn't push too hard or ask questions that could leave themselves in an uncomfortable position. Just like Page enjoying herself in that tight and confined space of hers.

"Or no, don't answer. I'll forget I ever saw the woman or heard her name, and if she ends up in the news..." Eva raised an imaginary glass as she returned to photo to Handler. Asking questions meant getting sucked in, becoming interested, and doing it anyway. So she would not do just that. Leaning back and closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, feeling herself decompress and the itching and raised heart rate returning to normal. "Okay. Sorry, Handler. Not tonight."

Eva made to leave, unless stopped.

 

[majus]

"I can't say for sure, but I can make sure the evidence is made so public that nobody can pretend it's all lies or sweep it under the rug. They'll be forced to come down on him to save face." She was surprised that he still had any fans left. But apparently he did. Getting the smug asshole locked up and exposed, would be nice. "He's not the only one with friends in high places....the first thing we'll do is get you a safehouse while we cover the story. I'll make sure that every last detail is so public, it will be impossible to just buy a few people off to make it go away. Of course, your name will be kept out of it, but during the process, I want you put somewhere safe."

The woman shook her head.

"He will kill me, if he gets wind that I talked with you."

Hearing the offer about safehouse, she bit her lip.

"Very well, but we will go there now - I don't want to spend more time in the open then I need to." She answered.

 

[majus]

The moment Nineke is stunned, Sietch is upon her, running behind her back. As she's still stunned, he grabs the cable of his netrunner rig and plugs directly into her neck jack. Immediately, he activates his homemade software, a special program designed to disable or corrupt a person's cybernetics. For now, he doesn't have time to corrupt them, so he turns her cybernetics off all at once, hopefully leaving Nineke helpless.

His plan, worked... mostly. As he approached her from behind, the woman somehow noticed him, because she landed a rather painful blow on his ribs-

Crack!

-and he felt at least two of them cracking.

But he managed to push wire into one of her ports - and disable her.

The cyborg fell on her knees, hands hanging on her sides, her eyes empty as her body was shut down.

 

[majus]

She took the photo, staring at the woman before turning it around to see if there was anything written on the back. Eva placed it on the table as she took her feet off it. Putting her elbows down, she leaned forward. "Not interested in a lover's spat. The picture alone is a huge red flag that there's something more going on here than the usual." That means stupid clients. "Guessing corporate, her lingerie seems expensive." Placing a finger atop photo, prepared to slide it over and reject the offer.

"Don't need to know the details, but is it between two corporate employees inside one corporation or between two?" If the former, the management usually had some inkling what had happened and unless moral and upstanding, didn't push too hard or ask questions that could leave themselves in an uncomfortable position. Just like Page enjoying herself in that tight and confined space of hers.

"Or no, don't answer. I'll forget I ever saw the woman or heard her name, and if she ends up in the news..." Eva raised an imaginary glass as she returned to photo to Handler. Asking questions meant getting sucked in, becoming interested, and doing it anyway. So she would not do just that. Leaning back and closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, feeling herself decompress and the itching and raised heart rate returning to normal. "Okay. Sorry, Handler. Not tonight."

Eva made to leave, unless stopped.

The man shrugged.

"The photo is from fashion magazine, and trust me, if you got so high, you had a couple of skeletons in closet." He shook his head. "From what I heard, it's some kind of vengeance business - but I wasn't to keen on knowing the details."

Hearing the rebufal he shrugged.

"Suit yourself. If you want other job, there are some... if not, drink on the house. Good night, hunter."

He waved the bartender, while dismissing the Eva.

 

[Tjf]

His plan, worked... mostly. As he approached her from behind, the woman somehow noticed him, because she landed a rather painful blow on his ribs-

Crack!

-and he felt at least two of them cracking.

But he managed to push wire into one of her ports - and disable her.

The cyborg fell on her knees, hands hanging on her sides, her eyes empty as her body was shut down.

James clutches his ribs painfully, sliding down the wall and resting his broken body for a few moments. Painfully, sharp stinging sensations assaulting him every time he takes a breath, he stands up again, and plugs back in to Nineke. He activates her senses and brings her back to consciousness, but keeps her limbs disabled. As she comes back to, he looks down at the helpless giant. "Hello again. You're going to tell me how you found out my identity, and you're going to tell me the name of everyone else who knows, understand? If not..." He picks up a discarded syringe from the ground, hovering it over her eyes. "Like I said before, I like you, so I really hope we can do this the easy way." He allows her mouth and tongue to move, though he's ready, if necessary, to shut them down again.

 

[Mazoku]

The man shrugged.

"The photo is from fashion magazine, and trust me, if you got so high, you had a couple of skeletons in closet." He shook his head. "From what I heard, it's some kind of vengeance business - but I wasn't to keen on knowing the details."

Hearing the rebufal he shrugged.

"Suit yourself. If you want other job, there are some... if not, drink on the house. Good night, hunter."

He waved the bartender, while dismissing the Eva.

"That's a lie if I ever heard one. But, I'll take the hint and not pry. Not that it matters anyway." Fixer business was all a big game of mutual espionage. The client wanted to know you were trustworthy, while the fixer wanted to know which risk the job actually involved so they could charge the appropriate fee and take the correct cut. While it wasn't exactly about honor, getting those who you hired in turn killed due to unknown complications was bad for business. All of that was above Eve, for the most part, so she relied on people like the mustachioed and silvery fox to do it for her. "Night, night."

She passed on the offered drink. Drunk driving wasn't the type of thrills she was particular about enjoying too frequently. Thinking about fixers, her mind turned toward Sietch and what he was doing right now. At home, hooked into the net with some of his virtual porn. He needed to go out on a date, enjoy some pussy or cock, never had asked him which way he swung. One of the girls at the sorority owned her a favor large enough to probably cajole her into feeling him out over a dinner. Not a techie, though. Regardless, hopefully, he was enjoying himself.

She had a few options on where to go as she mounted her bike. In her pockets, she had a spare key to Reeves' dojo. Eva had hoped for something physical so spending some time with the punching bags to get everything out of her system felt attractive. It was late at night, so probably no one there. A bit lonely though... Nineke had always been eager for a fight, too eager according to some. Before the sudden expulsion, they seen each other over at the academy gym even if their disciplines were far apart, talked a bit too but not since. Eva tried calling her phone to reconnect, letting it ring for a good while before hanging up. Guess she was busy, she thought and revved up the engine.

Her motorcycle's neon trim form speed lines as she raced down the asphalt. Her acceleration taking her far beyond the speed limit.

(Sorry. )

 

[majus]

James clutches his ribs painfully, sliding down the wall and resting his broken body for a few moments. Painfully, sharp stinging sensations assaulting him every time he takes a breath, he stands up again, and plugs back in to Nineke. He activates her senses and brings her back to consciousness, but keeps her limbs disabled. As she comes back to, he looks down at the helpless giant. "Hello again. You're going to tell me how you found out my identity, and you're going to tell me the name of everyone else who knows, understand? If not..." He picks up a discarded syringe from the ground, hovering it over her eyes. "Like I said before, I like you, so I really hope we can do this the easy way." He allows her mouth and tongue to move, though he's ready, if necessary, to shut them down again.

{James? Not Jack?}

As he comes in front of her, he notices that her jacket failed to hide her massive bust. Her nipples were hard - he wondered if they were made that way, or the woman was just so exited at the prospect of breaking him.

As she came to and heard his question, she snarled.

"Fuck you! Just wait, I am going to break you in half!" Nienke exclaimed.