Revision as of 23:31, 12 November 2017

Participants

• Arris
• Ebreus
• Melan
• Otto
• Wurtzite

Date

12/11/2017

Log

Beyond the fact that he seems to lack the ability to be bored by waiting. He seems to be using a calculator to solve some sort of problem. Clearly not one that he's familiar with. He sits on the uncomfortable folding metal chair, alone, erasing and writing as he goes on with the task. It is unlikely, that this is something he would appreciate help with.

Eventually he shakes his head, returning the calculator to a coat pocket. He must be done with it, in one of the several senses that "done" often has. Now, it seems, he is bored. In his mannerisms are the hallmarks of those unpleasant companies of anxiety and ennui.

Arris enters the RSX lobby. Having anticipated colder weather, sie came in a windbreaker, though sie still has hir swimsuit on underneath. Adjusting the rifle over hir shoulder, sie would take a quick glance around the RSX lobby before spotting the goblin whom sie heard was assigning the mission. "Hey, I heard there was a mission or something here?" Sie gives Niles a polite smile, recognising his face as that guy in a fursuit back at the carnival around Halloween.

Arris enters the RSX lobby. Having anticipated colder weather, sie came in a windbreaker, though sie still has hir swimsuit on underneath. Adjusting the rifle over hir shoulder, sie would take a quick glance around the RSX lobby before spotting the human whom sie heard was assigning the mission. "Hey, I heard there was a mission or something here?" Sie gives Niles a polite smile, recognising his face as that guy in a fursuit back at the carnival around Halloween.

Melan glances at their comm unit. Just in time, as the saunter in for the briefing. Their shoddy armor would hopefully suffice--their earlier altercation left it in some disrepair. They glance up from their wrist and open the door to the lobby, eager to get paid. Looks like they weren't the first to arrive.

Ebreus steps off the chopper, again having business in Woodfield taking him from his usual activities in Fairhaven and Eureka, and waists little time getting off the landing pad and making his way to the lobby of the RSX Building... his only regret in deciding to wear his armor being that none of the RSX Personel can see his new shirt, the one that broadcasts how he does more than they do, but it didn't really matter and antagonizing them with an accurate shirt probably wouldn't get him any deserved recognition anyway.

His helmet in its retracted position leaving his head visible... and unarmored for the timebeing, toating a small arsenal of high-powered weapons and being in the headquarters of one of the major factions he hardly felt any necessity of keeping the helmet up.

Aproaching Niles' spot in the lobby he noticed he wasn't the first one there, as usual for having to commute from Fairhaven, and aproaches the small group. "Greetings Niles, Arris, Melan." he says.

With a kick in his step and a smile one his face does a jackal wander into the main lobby of his old benefactors. He was fully geared up and ready to go, rearing to get involved in something exciting, dangerous, thrilling, even life-threatening, to fee the buzz, the adrenaline rush of making a change, going head-to-head with a worthy opponent, blood pumping and body reveling in the ecstasy of battle, the pain of his injuries making him feel so very much alive!

If he had to be honest with himself the jackal was looking at a boring salvage mission again, so he didn't have hopes all that high... Nearing the visibly bored out of his mind human, the canine simply greets with a nod and a two-finger salute, before turning to greet the others in the room.

"Arris, how's it hanging?" he asks warmly and gives the gator a bump, then flashes a smile at the odd smooth-skinned one as well. "Hi there. Otto's the name, here for the mission?" T'was then that Ebreus also comes into view, the jackal moving in to give his friend a playful punch on the shoulder "Eb, you bastard! Glad to see ya!" Tucking his paws into his pockets, the jackal retrieves a flask and takes a sip from its contents, the bitter swill within forcing his nose to scrunch up, though the bandages on the hand holding that flask hinted at something far more uncomfortable than some bitter swill. He shivers a bit before re-pocketing it, then turns to Niles and says "Alr-*urrrp*-ight, what's the deal?"

Niles may have recognized that gator. Almost certainly could have. But, ultimately, he did not want to acknowledge that, so he attempts to ignore hir, writing down hir name. To hir question, Niles just nods. It occurs to him, after seeing the smile on the gator's face, that perhaps his reaction did not improve the situation for him at all. He makes note of the elf who arrives, and Ebreus, who he recognizes, "Hello Ebreus nice to see the primary source of RSX's funding, or so I hear." "Huh. I don't think I've ever seen someone drink before a mission." He notices the bandages, "Oh. I guess that's not it then." "So, Let's get started with the briefing"

"So. This is fairly simple, believe it or not." Niles says. "So don't fuck it up."

"Though, I doubt you can manage that without really trying at it." He sighs before continuing his rant, "So. Heinrich, is somehow in the position to obtain yet another Servo."

"The primary difference this time," His expression is pained, "He's asking for real money, rather than services we can provide."

"So I can give you a dispensation of-" He looks at the work he had been doing,and rubs his eyes, "10000 freecred. It is unlikely that 10000 freecred will be sufficient." He writes something down on a sheet of paper and displays it to the group, it reads "Management is being stingier than they usually are. Sorry."

"In any case, you are all to barter, haggle, but not steal, to ensure that you can obtain the servo. Since I see that several of you are returning from the previous assignment involving Heinrich, I will let you lead the new faces to the area. Take care now."

Arris

Melan makes eye contact with Otto, nodding at him. "Melan", he whispers to him, before turning and listening to the gig's details. Afterwards, he remains silent, gauging his new partners expressions on... job with a huge gray area. "So, anyone good at improvising?? he chuckles.

Arris would chuckle and return the booty bump to Otto, perhaps overdoing it a little with it and not realising. "Hey, Otto, I'm doing well, thanks, you? Oh, and Ebreus' here too. I don't think I've met you before, though." Sie gives the dark elf a nod. "Uh, my name's Arris. Yours is, Melan, I think I heard?" Sie would glance around at hir teammates once more. "So, who's this Heinrich guy?"

Ebreus smiles wide as he sees his friend aproach for the mission and playfully strike his shoulder, "Hi Otto. Glad to see you're on this one with us. I can scarcely remember the last we weren't at least technically successful with you, me, and Arris workin' together." he replies. His grin widens when it turns out Niles was at least told of the shirt he happens to be hearing but is obscured by his armor, "Not the whole company, just R&D. What can I say? R&D comes up with some good stuff, well worth funding." he replies.

He listens quietly as they are breifed on the current contract... ignoring the fact that the last time he and Otto were on a simple 'go buy this' type of mission he nearly died and the third agent on contract was seriously injured it did sound like a cakewalk. "Ten K for a servo... that'll require some interesting negotiating skills. Shouldn't be too hard. And if it is I could always pitch in some more." he says sounding a little amused at the end of his comment.

He clears his throught and looks to the elven mutant on the team, Melan, and says, "Well it isn't really improvising but I am trained for this sort of thing." There was little hint in his voice of amusement but it was always interesting to him how his skill with words tended to be more useful than skill with guns here in the middle of a post-apocoliptic world.

Great. Another negotiations mission. These days Otto felt less like a soldier and more like an errand boy, told to relay messages and growl at folks that step out of line. 'Bla bla bla, urrrrghhh.' he thinks to himself and rolls his eyes. The jackal certainly swallowed down the urge to scream "BORING!" but the expression on his face certainly spoke of his enthusiasm to go pinch pennies with some schmuck. "Go squeeze Heinrich until he coughs up the servo, gotcha." He tries to look at least a little interested, then grabs one paw with the other and cracks his uninjured hand's knuckles.

Glancing over towards Melan, the jackal winks slyly and says "We'll be fine. We're literally being sent on a child's errand. Go talk to some rube and get a servo from him. Piece of cake." His glance then snaps onto Arris "Doing as well as I can, things have been... weird, lately. Very strange, in fact... I won't go into details, but..." he shrugs, seemingly ending the sentence there, before looking back at Ebreus "Yeah, well... let's get on with it then. I have no idea where this guy is so..." he gestures for someone to go ahead and lead the way."

Leading the way, Ebreus points the group out of the building towards the Brass Orrery's building in the industrial segment.

It is not quite a chilly winter's day in Woodfield, but the air carries the smell of the warning of what weather might come later on.

As before, the Brass Orrery's building is is the single well maintained building on the block. Well guarded by goblins wielding weaponry that might be considered, "sufficient" for their purposes. A guard ushers the party inwards as they approach, recognizing Phosphorus and Ebreus.

As before, the inside of the building is, to put it mildly, balmy. The furnace of the boiler in the back casts hot white arcs of light across the main workshop on the ground floor, which itself, is not poorly illuminated by the gas lamps above the floor.

As in the first time, the party is escorted towards the boiler, which Heinrich, for one reason or another, seems to find a decent place for his 'office', though, usually, he is usually moping around too hard for it to be called an "office".

Today, is different in that regards. Today, Heinrich is not moping. In fact, he is not even lounging. Today, he is smiling, talkative, sober, and working. Today, on some sort of schematic. Something has clearly changed in him.

Eventually he notices the group, "Hello Ebreus, its nice to see you again." He's not sure he's met the others here, "And you two new faces. Nice to make your acquaintance."

"So I suppose you are all here for the servo right?" He says, still smiling. Normally, that would be a sign that a goblin was about to do something really nasty to you. It is not clear if that general advice holds.

Leading the way, Ebreus points the group out of the building towards the Brass Orrery's building in the industrial segment.

It is not quite a chilly winter's day in Woodfield, but the air carries the smell of the warning of what weather might come later on.

As before, the Brass Orrery's building is is the single well maintained building on the block. Well guarded by goblins wielding weaponry that might be considered, "sufficient" for their purposes. A guard ushers the party inwards as they approach, recognizing Ebreus.

As before, the inside of the building is, to put it mildly, balmy. The furnace of the boiler in the back casts hot white arcs of light across the main workshop on the ground floor, which itself, is not poorly illuminated by the gas lamps above the floor.

As in the first time, the party is escorted towards the boiler, which Heinrich, for one reason or another, seems to find a decent place for his 'office', though, usually, he is usually moping around too hard for it to be called an "office".

Today, is different in that regards. Today, Heinrich is not moping. In fact, he is not even lounging. Today, he is smiling, talkative, sober, and working. Today, on some sort of schematic. Something has clearly changed in him.

Eventually he notices the group, "Hello Ebreus, its nice to see you again." He's not sure he's met the others here, "And you two new faces. Nice to make your acquaintance."

"So I suppose you are all here for the servo right?" He says, still smiling. Normally, that would be a sign that a goblin was about to do something really nasty to you. It is not clear if that general advice holds.

Melan lets the folks more familiar with these goblins do the gabbing. They shuffled closer to the boiler's hot heat, which felt great in the poorly insulated industrial building. They listen intently to the dialogue, waiting for the catch his compatriots seemingly knew was coming.

Arris steps to the side, letting Ebreus and Otto do the talking for the group. Negotiation of goods was perhaps not one of hir strong points, and sie would assume that the jackal and fox were more capable at it. Sie would glance to Melan before speaking. "Gee, it's kind of hot in here, isn't it?" Sie takes off hir cardigan, tying the sleeves of it around hir waist.