Michael had had is stall set up for a few days, a folding table and several standing displays with a folding sign in front to draw trade in from the streets, carefully rendered by a steady hand.

             Michael Hadenal:
          Independent Jeweller,
           Artift, Scribe & Sage
          Sketches, Engravings,
               Commiffions &
             Valuations; All at
            Reasonable Prices
               Afk about our
                 Inventory!

Most of the table was covered with various catalogues and art-books, displaying his work, the displays showing pictures of fine bits of jewellery and engravings, though one panel was given over to a list of exotic languages that he offered translations between.

There was little actual merchandise there, most of it was securely stored on his ship, it meant people had to wait for a bit, but it was worth it for the extra security, and it wasn't like he needed a lot of sales to earn a living.

In reply to Huoshui  (msg #14):

As he awaits his beer Dr. Cicatrix keeps an eye on that monk.  Would the Ten Fists really be so blatant?  He'd heard about the Temple here at the station, after all, maybe this was merely a fellow Brother, not an assassin or troublemaker.  He was certainly curious.

Huoshui receives a bottle of the strongest jiu. The bottle is black with a picture of a skull on it. "Good stuff."

He takes the bottle to a small table. He takes out a small glass and begins the process of drinking the bottle.

He is sat in simple short sleeved shirt and trousers with a decorative belt, cloak hung on the back of the chair. A sack with Three wrapped objects attached is leant against his chair.

As he drinks he pays little attention to the world around him. He seems tired and detached from the world.
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They are to bussy to notice the bug however most of the time it will just be like listing in on a security station or a dock masters office.... dull dull dull.

The kid your transporting looks like he has tattoo's of computer wires, but they are metal under his skin. He used it to form bio metal over his skin rather than changing his own body... that way if it was damaged it would just drop off him when deactivated. (unless he reabsorbed the energy/mater). With the collar on him preventing it from working and threatening with shaped charges if tampered with magically, he's forced to follow you along.... though with your hands on the controls he is pretty in check, he could still alter his body but odds are you would just kill him.  They want him alive but knows there are people capable of reseration here.

Once away from the guards though he starts talking to you. "I read your reports of the net when you attacked me... I know your from ULS, I know you know how they treat supernaturals and non humans like us.  The charges they got me on are bogus, we got no rites to them... you got no rights to them. Do you really think they will pay you?"

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Micheal is approached by a rather large umbrood that looks like a man made of rocks and crystals, he recognized it as Norbits unnamed servant "The little master would like to see you sir."

It's a rather shitty bar to say the least, with shitty bars come shitty patrons. "hey look it's a ninja boy" some spliced man says... looks he's gotten a cross of croc and hyena dna in him.. real freak... he's got a few spliced and cyber enhanced friends to from the look of it. "Hey ninja boy what you donin' down here?" he gives Huoshui a little shove "thought all you chenks stuck together" Another one chimes in "you sure he's a boy... they all shave there heads don't they... could just be an ugly chick"
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Michael sighed and stood up, hanging up his be back soon sign and making sure no merchandise was laying around. The other stallholders should keep people away from the largely worthless books. It wasn't that he disliked seeing Norbit, no one really did, he just didn't like the fact that it was always on Norbit's home turf, and he invariably tried to make a sale. On the way he tried to strike up some conversation with the elemental.
   "So, did the blue one say what he wanted then?"

Houshui calmly turns to see the gentleman while moving his position over his sack, smiling slightly.

"As you should be able to see, I am here for a drink. Like I believe is the case for most of the patrons of this establishment. Care for a drink?"

He pours the gentleman a glass and holds it out for him.
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He shakes his head "No but he likely hopes you will sell some of his charts at your next location"

That did something to improve his mood, Norbit's charts made for good selling, and if he could get a fair deal on them they would be a sound investment, and was also a chance to update his own charts. He made small talk as they continued their journey, his need to use a staff slowing them considerably, so he used the time to plumb the umbrood for rumors.

You don't get much really, Norbit is thinking about taking a sabbatical he don't like this many people around. The odd little squirrelish umbrood is at his kiosk waiting for his servant to get back, a lack of aposable thumbs dose make it hard to sell things.

It's hard to read his features and even harder to read his responses but you think he's happy to see you when the collar chimes a translation to you. <IT IS USEFUL TO KEEP IN TOUCH WITH ACQUAINTANCES MICHAEL HADENAL> as always it's accommodated with the odd pull on your mind his words always have.
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They wouldn't send somebody like that for me.  Too obvious.  And if he's not an Akashic this may get quite ugly for him, the doctor reasons, rising from his seat.

Threads like tiny, sensitive hairs subtly distend.  He reconfigures a series of them to scan the spliced gentleman harassing the monk.


Life 1 + Matter 1: Medical Scan
(attempt to determine fighting capability and armor, first on the hyena man, then on one of his meaner looking buddies)

I'll take a couple of turns with this to lower difficulty since nobody appears to be swinging just yet...

It would be easier to alter your eyes to be able to read life paterns. Programing  the procedure will take a turn or two ether way.

Houshui holds out the cup while looking directly at the hyena/croc guy.
This message was last edited by the player at 08:34, Wed 28 Sept 2011.

Huoshui gets a vague impression of aggression but it don't seam that strong... it's most likely they are just trying to bully him into a fight. They defiantly have a pack mentality, retaliation agents one would bring them all down on you, but odds are if you ignore them they will just keep this up till they get bored.

Huoshui silently turns back around and continues drinking, these gentlemen are just trying to aggravate him. Best just to continue having a nice drink.

He hopes this doesn't escalate.

Dr. Cicatrix was able to preform the rote easily enough but these gen spliced bodies weren't something he was use to studding.

The splicers though appear to have physical stats that average between 4 and 6 (some higher some lower but that's the average)

The cyborg seams heavily heavily enhanced. He's got mental implants to insert data chips to augment his skills. He appears to have a mid grade linear frame giving him about an average strength of 5~6 to reinforce his replaced arms that have about a strength of 8 for striking and 9 for crushing.... wors yet his right arms seams to a weaponized hammerhead ment for smashing things with his fist... He could likely puch a reinforced door down.  From the looks you wouldn't be suprized if he's suffering the early stages of cyberpsychosis and that would explain why he's not talking and seams a little aloft from the rest of the group.

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Success on Per+awareness roll from the wolf splicer (a few 10's even)

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The group continues to harass Huoshui unaware they are being scaned, "That it, you a girl ninja boi?" one though sniffs at the air curiously canting his head some. "Hey boss, think this fools trying some hoojoo on us..." "ooooo this could be fun" They look between the guy that suddenly stood up and the monk and snorts a bit "That it hu... you looking to start something with us ninja boi?"
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Michael approached Norbit, steeling himself against the squirrel's mental influence. "Indeed it is Norbit, keeping in contact is what separates us from the animals. What can I do for you?"

"Well I apologise for anything I have done to upset you, I will just be on my way."

Huoshui stands taking his bottle in hand and slings his sack on to his back. Looks the gentleman who the group pointed out.

Things are getting too confrontation for his likings so he sets off out.
He fears this is escalating a lot faster than he had thought.

Once away from the guards though he starts talking to you.


"I read your reports of the net when you attacked me... I know your from ULS, I know you know how they treat supernaturals and non humans like us.  The charges they got me on are bogus, we got no rites to them... you got no rights to them. Do you really think they will pay you?"


Solan doesn't say anything.  He wasn't one for talk..

"They will pay, it is bad for business not to as word would get around in which case no one would do business with them any more..Don't look to me for compassion, I have none"..Says Solan moving the man along.

The little umbrood moved to the edge of the counter sitting up. <IT IS USEFULLY TO RESEAVE AN INFLUX OF CUSTOMERS. IT IS DISRUPTIVE TO HAVE THE CHAOS OF THOUSANDS OF USELESS THOUGHTS.> He shakes his head some looking around. <IT IS NESSESARY FOR THE MIND TO BE PROPERLY RESTED> rather unintentional or not the push of that last statement was overly strong, his eyes even glowed for a moment there. Your mind is able to shake it off though.

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The hyena/crock splicer goes back to his pool table laughing in that annoying pitch hyena's tend to do as hi elbows his friends and takes the stick up. "8 ball corner block head." he says with a snicker and hits the ball hard enough to send it flying at huoshui's head.

(and the roll to stop it had a ten re-rolling a ten, re-rolling another ten, re-rolling a success lol)

Huoshui is able to use his Do not only to feel it out and defend himself but he catches the ball with out even turning around.

That shuts them up rather quickly... The rat splicer tones in quietly "Don't worry man we can always catch him off guard some time if you want" the hyena/crock just growls and shoves the rat away going back to his game.

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"I don't think you get it, no one is going to hear anything because you will disappear and they will sell me off to U4, where you think the humans get all the fine tech they have in ULS... I'm from the free states out west, we hear about these kinda things all the time from our brothers out east on the border of U4 and ULS." He quiets up some "They wana study me because I've been working on part of the prime element, but if you can help me get back to it I'll let you scrap and sell off all the equipment I was using."
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Peter had only vague impressions of street life outside of academia.  It had always been assumed that after graduation he would settle down in some upper-middle class dome as a surgeon, replacing used up hearts and livers, or grafting new skin onto old ladies.  Maybe an R & D job with some cushy corporation and a six figure expense account.  All of... this... was rather novel to him.

*Crack*

The billiard ball rapidly approaches the monk's head.  Peter is helpless to stop it and can only choke back a warning.  It doesn't look like it will be a killing blow and if he is to intervene he'll need the element of surprise.  Then the problem resolves itself.

Nice catch.  Definitely Do.

Peter ashes his cigarette, pays his tab and shuffles out a few minutes after the monk, hoping to catch up with him.

"Er, excuse me?" he says once he's out of sight bar and it's rowdy patrons.

(and just a note you won't see splicers so much, unless your in shadier parts of a town/station... they arn't well accepted by the public.  Some light splicing like cat ears or a tail or something like that some times here and there, but full body alterations tend to stick together and away from the public eyes)

Cal stood dumbfounded for a moment, staring off into space, as his mind reeled over soft impressions and ideas.   These would yield no knowledge outside of simple possibilities, but then they would also not likely be painful.

He snapped out of it at the lady behind the counters words.

"..eclair...?  Sir... Sir...?"

Cal snapped out of his reverie and gave the woman a sheepish smile.

"Oh... I'm sorry...?" he leaned a bit closer, as if to hear her more clearly.  The lady looked sidelong at another attendant, and then returned his smile with a false one of her own.  He was obviously a 'weird one' in her eyes.  She had no idea.

"Welcome to Victory Station... I hope you had a comfortable trip, and I wanted to now if you had anything to declare..."

Cal was puzzled.

"Declare?  Umm... yes... I declare you the prettiest woman in this entire place."

Huoshui calmly puts the ball onto the table and gathers up his things. Putting his cloak back on. Leaves the bar to find a quiet place to sit.


Is approached by the gentleman from before, who calls to him.
"Yes, Can I help you?" He says while smiling slightly.
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Michael gritted his teeth as the squirrel overdid it. "Indeed your man was saying that you were thinking of taking a break. I don't suppose you have a chair going? My leg aches if I try and stand on it." He shifts uncomfortably, putting more of his weight on his staff. "Business has been good then?"