Into Shadow IC

Shan
From your lofty perch you can see several small groups of figures (most no more than two or three) milling about in the street and intersecting alleyways. None of them incite your predatory instincts, however. These are not your usual prey but abominations to the natural world you love and defend.

As you glare down in disgust, your call finally goes through. The connection is spotty at best; broken with alternating bursts of static and silence. The noise reminds you of the effects of an electrical storm, but oddly enough the night sky is clear.

"... ...an, wher... ...nder atta... ...arricaded ... ... ... ..."

Uncertain whether the call was simply lost from interference or terminated on Jimmy's end, you are left with the feeling that your fixer is in serious trouble. The situation has been all too common of late. Those who are still in possession of their right minds and whole in body fight a constant struggle for survival. It is the law of the wild, and while the idea of a sprawl-wide return to these basic principles fills you with an eager joy, your metahuman side rebels at the loss of the finer aspects of civilization.

Mercy
As you are looking through the window for the source of the movement you glimpsed before, another flash catches your eye and, looking up, you see a large winged creature circle the building's roof above you and then alight on an outcrop of weather-worn plascrete. The creature, obviously avian, clutches the outcrop and peers down in what seems an expression of outraged disgust.

The 'bird' is either too intently focused on the milling undead in the street below, or has simply not yet deigned to acknowledge your presence.

OOC Note: Shan shifted. She's now a stark naked woman sitting on the ledge. Though you're quite right: she's staring at the Infected with disgust and hatred.


"Hello?" She asked, frowning at the 'link as the static picked up a bit. A few more words fell out, but they were entirely indecipherable.
"Helloooo?" She tried again. Shan wasn't entirely certain what the issue was. She shook the commlink a couple of times, as though that might help, then she wiped off the display portion to take a look and see if she could figure out what the real issue was.
"Huh..." She mumbled, slipping the phone back in to it's case. Shan glared down at the disgusting figures stumbling about in the uncomfortably bright daylight.
"Just hold riiight...." She started to say to herself, reaching for the rifle case. Shan was about to pull out the gun a start some target practice, but decided against it. - I wonder if he was actually trying to communicate...? She thought to herself, trying to suss out the meaning behind the garbled message he had tried to convey. Try as she might, though, Shan really wasn't sure she could figure it out. - Maybe there's somewhere else I could go for better service? She thought, looking around for a higher wall to perch on.

As Mercy made his perimeter search, a peculer sight appeared along the night sky line. A bird a great winged Owl flew into view. The bird set it self a perch along the rooftop of the building Mercy could see it clear from his position in the nights darkness... How interesting but nothing could have prepaired him for what happen next... The bird shifted magically becoming that of a women in the nude Mercy frowened "Shapshifter hmm?" As the thought rested itself on his mind, He went for his Silver Bullets in a slow and suttle motion from under his Ruthieum coted cloak...

He withdrew his hand as he watched the shifter go for her case, a weapon of somekind he figured. As there was disgust and disdane smeard on her face, as she looked below at the milling dead but not dead... Undead... It was mostly Becuase of his condition, that he did not make a move towards the shapshifter. He new a greatdeal about the species, but had never met one... It was all part of the things the vatican had made him study as a child... How peculier but not peculier at all... Shape shifters were or so he read Very intune with the natural surroundings what the native american indians might refer to as Mother Earth And while some made there ways into the citys of glass, and steel Many stayed in the natural surroundings of there birth protecting the landscape ferverishly... Russia an expert in firearms and one of Mercy's instructors and teammate had claimed to have killed a bear shifter in his homeland... Das bear had to be put down he said apparently it had taken to killing locals that ventured to close to its kins lands to protect them but the vatican had dispatched Russia to deal with it... He admitted to never wanting to kill such a magstic beast but orders from the pope were orders from god...

He circled the shifter from as far out as he could giving the creature a wide birth so as to not alert it of his pressence... Then he disended onto the ledge never really touching it though you could not tell because his cloak covering the area his feet would be in he spoke the words in latin that disingaged his cloak... hoping the shifter would at least let him speak before it attacked him based on his condition which he was sure it would pick up on...

"Your a long way from home shapeshifter, this building is under my protection, and the people in it... Might I ask what you are doing here? So veryfar from home..." He held his unarmed hands out where they could be seen and displayed his weapons as if to say yes i have some fire power, but it has not come to that...

The mask over his face did little to hide his surprise that he'd even seen a shifter but it was the situation that all potential Allys must be saught out... And all oppertunities exploited...

He waited for her response...

(Ooc: G its night time and umm dont kill me with your rifle lol umm also ill roll any rolls you need Jagger just can't roll from work and my spell is still in effect... Levitation prayer that is )

Ronin knew that she hadn’t slept long. While her body was still dead tired her mind was sharp, the kind of unnatural sharpness that is only brought on through extreme terror. The result of thousands of years of evolution, when there is danger one’s senses are sharper than monofilament.

The movement catches her eyes, her sharpened senses picking up the movement in the still of the night. Grabbing her bow she selected an arrow and moved towards the window. Moving some of the crap she stacked in front of it she got a better view she didn't see anything. She started to restack the pile of junk when she heard the demon speaking. Probably to another demon, a shape shifter?

OOC Note: Character has been slightly updated. She's functionally similar, but there are some fairly important changes... First: She is no longer a long-arms specialist; she's now a Thrower. So instead of the brief-case, she simply had a leather pouch. Also: She's now an Elf. Still naked. And with a 10 Charisma.

Shan had been a bit distracted by the phone. Still, there was no way she would have missed a highly magical being floating around nearby which appeared to have no physical body. Shan was no Magician, and far from in any position to effectively defend herself against a meaningfully credible one. And this one seemed to have gotten close enough to be dangerous before she'd paid any heed. So she waited. Patiently. While the Magician approached.
As he got close enough for her to hit with one of her Knives, Shan leaned back a bit and crossed her legs. It was at that point that she realized that the building she was perched on (yes, despite that she was in meta-form, she still considered herself to be "perching") was not terribly comfortable. - Shoot! I should have brought a pad or something to sit on... This rough surface is much less uncomfortable as an Eagle! She thought to herself distractedly while the Magician continued to approach slowly. She knew that approach too - it was how Metahumanity always approached animals. Strangely, while they all thought that made them less scary, most animals considered that to be spooky - almost worse than "startling". And Shan had to agree...

Mercy wrote:

"Your a long way from home shapeshifter, this building is under my protection, and the people in it... Might I ask what you are doing here? So very far from home..."

"Aside from the obvious, of course?" Shan asked, returning her hatred filled glare to the streets, roamed sparsely by the shambling forms of the Infected. While Shan had nothing to fear directly from the Infected, she was reverent of Life, and entirely unforgiving of the way that the Infected tended to ruin it.
"Fine, I suppose I will ask the obvious question: Do you know where my home is?" Shan asked, not more than a moment after she had asked the previously rhetorical question. She returned her gaze to Mercy, letting the vicious hatred slip from her face. This Magician didn't seem to be directly dangerous.
"Because if you don't know where my home is, then you can't possibly know that I'm a long way from it. Can you?" She continued, not pausing for a response to the previous question.
"Now that we have that out of the way," She said, again without much of a pause beyond that of effect.
"I'm here to hunt. I'm in the mood for a bit of fun and games, I figured I would come around here and take out some of the Infected plaguing the streets below. The question is: When you said "and the people in it", were you including the Infected, or was that intended for the Metahumans only?" Each time the word "Infected" came out of her mouth, a sneer of disgust crossed it. Clearly Shan was either untrained in hiding her emotions, or not bothering, because her feelings for the Infected were equally obvious when considering her words or her expression. Now that Mercy was close enough to get a good look at her, she was utterly unforgettable. As a 'Runner, that would be a very bad trait - she couldn't possibly leave a Crime Scene having been seen without anyone knowing precisely who she was. Yet strangely, in this context, it seemed to be a good thing... At least for the moment...
Her hair matched the plumage coloring of a Golden Eagle; mostly brown (perhaps "Mousy") but streaked with motes of green, gold, and red. Likely there was more gold than green or red - not that anyone would care... Her eyes were equally astounding: There was no "white" so to speak. The "whites" of her eyes were brown, like her hair, while the Irises stood out even more than they would have otherwise as mostly gold, but like her hair, flecked with green and red streaks. They almost appeared to be golden discs, suspended from the trunk of a tree. And just as astonishing as her eyes and hair, her skin had the slightest sheen of gold about it; it almost glinted in the sunlight with the metallic sheen to it. The entire effect was as though her Eagle heritage carried over in to her Metahuman body. And then there was the fact that she was... Perfect.

Making his way slowly through what he believed was some abandoned stretch of subway tunnel or sewer line, Logan kept his bearings by trailing one hand along the wall. It was too dark for even his orkish eyes to penetrate, and without a landmark the blackness would quickly become disorienting.
The constant thrum no longer earned his notice, as well as the nagging pain of his scrapes and bruises. There was something else, something new, to consider at the moment. Up ahead, how far he could not guess, a low, rhythmic murmur drifted through the tunnel to him. Something about the sound tickled his mind, but it was too distant, too indistinct to make out yet. He moved in its direction more out of necessity than curiosity. It was the only point of reference he had in these lightless catacombs, and there was also the chance that the noise meant a way back to the surface.
Feeling his way like a blind man, Logan came slowly but steadily closer to what would prove to be the most significant, if not the happiest, encounter of his life.

Mercy was confused "whats with this place...?" he thought. He'd only been in seattle a year in this particular part of town even less then that... But for some reason all he'd met with here was resistance usally people were happy to let someone else deal with the dead but this shifter was hunting them much the same as Marcus... the others he'd met were less then happy to see him, and finally one person he did not meet had tride to run him over to there credit mercy was vertually invisable but still someone had to notice him dropping zombies maybe not he did his work efficiant and most of the time quietly...

"Your the second to mistake me for an angent of lucifer I am freinds with none of the dead it is quite the opposite... i am here to bring hope to this turmoiled sprawl..." Can you say the same or are you merly adding to the chaos... He let the question hang a bit then answered her first question which was not an answer to his original querry... "As for your home you could well be from the zoo for all i know so no i do not know where your home is it was an ice breaker but you seem to cold for it be broken... anyway iv not met anyone else today that was any happier to see me if you wish to hunt down the ally there is a herd of them hunt all you like but keep your sites away from the innocent i shall be watching..." He thought about how much help she could be a shifter that could fly, and hated the dead as most of her kind did... Then he thought of the potential danger she might well expose him... He diceide at that moment to let her dicide... "When you are done with your hunting This building will be open to you should you need it. There is a women a samurai... of sorts, and a foul smelling little man here that is all i know, Im going to give them armorments asked for, then I must be on my way, as my time is short... I bid you good evening..." and he moved for the roof entrance to the building... As he tund his back and made for the door he exclaimed "You are quite beautiful. Do be carful it would be a waist if you were to get your brain eatten by the restless most foul god be with you my lady good evening..."
The masked mans cloak swerved in the wind as he glided to the door, setteling down as he finally set himself down to the ground and released his concentraition and his spell....

perception roll results2hits

(Ooc: i dont know what the bonus is on the enhanced hearing for vamps but i got two hits )

Shan idly plucked a card from the nondescript leather pouch, leaning forward in her perch. She chose a target from among the shambling forms below completely at random, carefully taking aim at the thing's head. Shan likely would have gone for an eye, or neck, if not for the fact that she wasn't entirely certain that the things actually had a weakness. Idly, she checked the card to see which one she had drawn: It was the 6 of Spades.
"Huh..." She said, noticing that Mercy was speaking.
"Oh, ahh, hold on a sec..." She said idly, not looking at him. Ultimately, she didn't care if he waited for her throw or not.

Called Shot (3) to Head: 3 Hits
Damage: Str/2+PowerThrow/2+CalledShot+NetHits = 10 + Net Hits (In most cases, this ghoul wouldn't get a dodge; so Damage is 13P - to the head)

Shan smiled in a deeply predatory way as she watched the simple playing card she had just thrown at the Ghoul embed itself in the creature's head.
"Ahh... There's just something beautiful about watching the enemies of nature fall..." She said wistfully. She returned to her mostly upright position, wondering if the creature would simply fall over and die, or if it's body would continue to shuffle about, running purely on "stored reactions". Ghouls wouldn't be the only creature that could do that for a time: Chickens were well know for being able to run with no head. For a time anyway. Shan returned her gaze to Mercy.
"Ok, so, what were you saying?" She asked, now paying attention to him again. Apparently her lust for hunting had been sated slightly. For the moment.
"I think you were whining about some dude named Lucifer?" She added immediately, trying to prompt him to return to his previous thought.

The playing card passed right through the deader's head like a hot knife through butter. A flap of pale, crusty flesh flopped over and lay on the thing's cheek like a deli slice.
The creature advanced a couple of steps before its injury registered, then it turned jerkily toward the direction of the attack, revealing a similar, though less pristine wound on the opposite side of its head. Unaware that the blow had come from above, however, it seemed to blankly scan its immediate vicinity before finally falling headlong onto the street.
Two of its brethren, attracted by their fallen comrade's sudden immobility, came over to investigate and fell to tearing the corpse apart, shoving gobs of the necrotic flesh into their eager mouths.

The recent car crash, and the ill-fated driver's subsequent 'invitation to dinner' nothing more than a forgotten memory now, the street had grown quiet again; most of the undead having wandered off in search of other sustenance or returning to a favorite hidey-hole. Only here and there could there be seen one or two lurching along or just standing as if the workings of movement had been lost to them.

***

Mercy approached the door through which he had come out into the night, only to find it locked from the inside. Apparently the samurai woman had either not expected him to return or wished to discourage his doing so. The door itself, no longer the impediment to idle passage it once was, looked as though it would not take much effort to force open.

***

Ronin had no difficulty overhearing the conversation outside as neither of the speakers seemed at all concerned about keeping their voices down. The two seemed at odds with each other for some unknown reason, though it did not appear they were really enemies either. It was unclear to the girl if two 'demons' could be on opposite sides, nor was she sure that their opposing views made either of them 'on her side.'
One thing was clear; the hostility in the unknown newcomer's tone at the mention of 'infected' assured Ronin that she - it? - was not in league with the shambling abominations plagueing the streets.

Mercy did not like being ignored but the Avian creature was quite beautiful he figured she probably ignored alot of people so he did not take it too personely.

"I do not like to repeat myself, but as you are, sofar not a Hostile i suppose you should understand that the people in this building, nay in this area are under my protection! By people i mean the living, and those living that can not feind for themselves." He let the notion hang then said "A blessing should be repeated if at all possible" he turned and faced her tracing a cross above her head with out touching her "God be with you creature of the air" he winced under his mask at the judgmentle lable he'd dropped it was mostly from his training he was taught to hate these creatures to destroy them but after hearing Russia's story he had recieved doubts about some of gods creation the very fact that Mercy was a Vampier and did not seek to harm anyone... was an oxymoron himself... there were obveously exceptions to the rule and shades of grey but he was not sure this was one of them just yet he decided to test her killing a few undead was no mesure of a persons character for zombies were noones freinds...

"Should you need Shelter Ping my Comm and i will see that the others let you in and do not harm you though i must say im not sure they will not harm me as i just met them today" he nodded hoping that it was enough to cover his terrible blunder...

(Ooc: ok so need to know what my two hits heard on the hearing test or do i reroll and i need to know if there is a door on the roof not the one I left from i knew that was probably closed. I gotta go get my daily bread later everyone)

"Erm... Thanks?" She responded to him when he blessed her. Shan had been around metahumanity long enough to know that this sort of ritualistic action was normal enough; but she hadn't taken the time to study the various metahuman religions, and had no idea who this "God" character was.
"Shelter? Why in the world would I need..." Her tone started off in a questioning manner, as though she honestly couldn't think of a reason why she should need shelter. But her face changed as an idea likely popped in to her head. She pushed some hair out of her face, and tucked it behind her ear, then held her hand up and snapped her fingers a few times.
"Hey, you know, that's actually a great idea! I could leave my armor here, and stuff... Then I wouldn't have to carry it back and forth every time I need to use it. Think you could arrange for a waterproof lockable chest, you know... like pirates used for storing gold? Could you get it up here on the roof? I could use it to store my armor - that would be super helpful!" Shan's excitement at the prospect was written across her face. Again, she either didn't care to hide her emotions, or had received no training in it at all - her feelings on winging to and from wherever she currently stores her armor for forays in to the "Dead Streets" was very clearly a prospect she didn't much enjoy (though was perfectly willing, as needed). The request out, Shan was immediately distracted by another thought.
"Hey... I wonder if there's a way to get my cards to return to me after I throw them..." The thought wasn't directed at Mercy, but her volume didn't change any indicating that it was intended to be a personal musing. Her lips pursed as she focused on the thought, and her eyes got that "far away" look, indicating that she was considering it carefully. Well, that or enjoying the vision of the card damaging her target twice! But without a Mind Read spell, anyone watching would simply have to guess.
"Do you know of any kind of weapon which returns?" She asked Mercy. This was most definitely intended for him.

Marcus sighed it did not seem like this one was paying much attention to anything he said, but she had given her approvel of staying there. Albut for her own resasons. She seemed too playful to be a demon. They rarely gest... And most of them he'd seen or learned of were quite off putting in attitude. This one had the personality of a small child not many years behind Mercy himself and she had a wonderlust about her... he answered her qurryes...

"The weapon you seek is called a boomerang though i would honostly say iv never seen one... Iv hered and read they return to the thrower..." he let that sit a moment then continued whilest reaching for the door knob "As for your... Pirate chest did you say. I suppose..." He grimmiced at the thought of meneal labor... "I could help you get it up here, but i dont have suchthings myself... I have no need for one these, but as iv said if you find one i will help you begrudingly im sure..."

Just then a voice sounded in mercy's COM coming from his pan linked to his highly modified Submachien Gun. "I like her" a female child like voice said aloude "No one asked you Faith" Mercy quickly responded "AWW Can we keep her" The voice asked eagerly... "We most certainly can not, she is free to do as she pleases..." "aw shucks!" The firearm spat back through the pan. "Satis Fides! taciturnitas!"(enough Faith maintain Silence...) Marcus spat back venom in his voice... The COM went Silent... Mercy removed his mask and turned to the shapshifter revealing his ninteen year old features...

"Come we will find the others my time as iv stated is short..."
with that he moved through the roof door...

(I hope you all like this one i put it together this morning with no coffee yaay me later)

Ronin wasn’t tired anymore, or rather she was dead tired but didn’t notice from the lethal amounts of adrenaline coursing through her body. The nightmare and the demon seemed to have teamed up against her when it came to wanting to sleep. The one demon seems to despise the shamblers enough that it may be an ally but demons were not to be trusted.

Reaching into her supplies she pulled out something that peaked her interested when she was in Gor’s Armory, a fox with two tails. Messengers and tricksters the fox demons from her ‘Native’ Nippon are known to be. But she felt a connection to the fox as it sat on a shelf and watched her movements. It seems friendly enough and it seemed like a taste of ‘Home,’ moreso that the samurai armor she had selected and donned. She had taken the Kitsune and it licked her nose and then hopped into the bag she was stuffing supplies into.

{Japanese} “What do you think Kitsune? I am alone in a city that is not my home, surrounded by demons that wish to eat my brains. The only other meta I have met has vanished and now all there are is a land possessed by demons. I have seen one and heard another one speak, they seem to fight against the shambling demons but….”

She let the though hang in the air for a few moments, Kitsune (being a well programed Emotitoy) sensed Ronin’s frustration and anxiety, His twin tails twitched as he put his forepaws on her chest and covered her face with licks until she laughed. It didn’t take much for such a beautiful sound to fill the small room, it seemed out of place in the wasted zombie infested city but it carried the sound of life. Kitsune jumped off of Ronin’s chest and onto her armor then bounced to the door. Hopping back onto Ronin’s ches before doing it again and again till finally the Samurai said {Japanese} “Okay Okay, I get the message.”

The Samurai put the armor back on and packed her gear. Picking up Kitsune she left the room and made her way to the rooftop. On her way she came across Mercy as he was coming down.

{English} “I am Ronin, if you fight the demons then I will fight with you. If I even think that you plan to do harm to me I will destroy you. Where is the other demon you were talking to?”

"A boomerang?" Shan asked with a smirk.
"Why do you call it that? Does it make "Boom" noises when it hits it's targets?" She asked immediately, enjoying the humor of such a silly name. Shan reached in to her pouch, pulling out another playing card. She flipped it in her hands a few times, enjoying the smoothness of the well polished cardboard-like plastic surface. Shan didn't know what material the cards were made of, and would be entirely disinterested to learn that they'd been made of paper previously, and were now a plastic product, like nearly everything else these days. She would have been interested if someone would have suggested that they could be sharpened. More damage is always a good thing.
She turned her head back to the street, picking out another target. Just as she was getting ready to throw again, though, the shambling mound ducked down for who knows what reason, ruining her chances at killing another one. Shan muttered a bit under her breath, looking about for another easy target, and was unable to find one.
"Huh? Go find others? Actually, I have a ..." She started to say when Mercy headed toward the door. Shan stood, snatching her weapons pouch up, and hurried after him. She unfurled the shoulder thong attached to the pouch and draped the pouch over her head, making it easilly accessible hanging in front of her. She would have to twist it slightly to the side for it not to get in the way while she ran, but she wasn't running right now, and it was better to have access with both hands.
"Hey, wait up... I need your help." She said, hurrying over to Mercy. As she arrived, she saw the next new face in front of her.
"Oh... Hi." Shan said, peeking around Mercy through the open door. Shan didn't even seem to notice that she was unclothed, let alone unarmored.

Mercy was imbarssased with Faith talking so much she'd been quiet around the others and had not said anything mercy got the distict impression that logan scared her, but he'd not figured what did she think about the Samurai women. He let out a sigh as the near perfect being probably did not hear the horrible request the fire arm had made... Now he was the one ignoring people walking through the roof door as the shapshifter praddled on about the boomerwrang, He shook his head, and started to responed when something told him turn... He did so and there standing before him was the Samurai women. he did not flinch mercy was rarely suprised these days, "Good evening my..." she cut him off

St_Nougat wrote:

{English} “I am Ronin, if you fight the demons then I will fight with you. If I even think that you plan to do harm to me I will destroy you. Where is the other demon you were talking to?”

Mercy nodded "Well met Ronin... With someone like you around, Im sure the Father will spread his grace on us all..." he looked back at the shape shifter "All of us indeed... Well this is ronin" He said to the shapeshifter his last comment in passing "HI!!! Ronin!!!" Faith screamed through mercy's com tired of being quiet and filled with wonder and amazement at all the happenings of late... "Shhhhh did I not order silence from you..." "Aw maaan...!" He smiled curtly then passed the shot gun ammo, and shot gun to Ronin "For your friend he asked for ammo I collected this from a bad scene on the street... We must find him and or move on if you think he'll be alright My time draws near and I must get some distance from here and then back home..."

"Umm... What's a Demon? Usually when people talk about "Demons" they're talking about someone who's really good at fighting. Like: "He was fighting like a demon!" But, umm, is there someone else out here?" Shan asked, looking around seemingly genuinely confused. In fact, her voice had gone from the confident playful voice she'd displayed originally to Mercy to a wavering frightened voice as she completed what she was saying. It was as though she were a bit afraid that some "Demon" was out here on the roof looking to attack her from behind.
"Wait... Where?!" She spun around, looking frantically. As the idea that a Demon might be out here sunk in, she hurried to one side of the building doorway and peered behind it, before looking back at Mercy and Ronin.
"'How long ago was it out here? Do you think it got away?" Shan was getting quite beside herself at this point, holding a playing card in each hand and crouching slightly in preparation for an immediate attack from any direction.

Ronin [Boarding house rooftop access]

The Samurai accepts the shotgun with a slight nod, there is a look of disgust on her face as she takes the weapon and stows it in her gear, Kitsune looks at and lets out a little growl as well.

The other demon appears behind Mercy, she is shorter than Ronin was expecting. She gives Mercy a pleading look that says, “Seriously? Where do you find people like this?”

{English} “Same offer to you” Looking past Mercy to Shan, “If you fight the demons then I will fight with you, but if I even think you mean to harm me then I will destroy you. Also if you plan on hunting demons today you might want to put some clothes on.”

{English} Back to Mercy “My companion disappeared when I followed you. Where are we going I will leave a message for him, hopefully he can catch up. Otherwise we wait here for him. He can handle his own against the shamblers but I fear for his safety against anything stronger.”

"Oh goo..." Shan started, but stopped as she realized that Ronin wasn't finished.
"Destroy..." Shan nodded, speaking quietly as though she were taking mental notes.
"Clothes..." She nodded again, before her eyes widened.
"Oh! Clothes!" She looked down at herself, almost as though she were realizing her nakedness for the first time.
"Umm... Yeah, I just didn't... Well, I didn't bring them." Shan said, looking back at Ronin. So, clearly she was at least familiar with the idea of Clothing.
"I suppose I could go get them. But then I would have to... Well, can you guys bring me that Pirate's Chest for the roof here, so that I'll have a place to leave my stuff while I'm out and about?" She asked, looking at the two of them hopefully. She clearly had entirely forgotten that she'd been meaning to ask them for something else before. She'd also obviously forgotten the Boomerang. Though that was somewhat less important.

Mercy shook his head @all "Well we are certainly off to a great start" @Ronin "We can get my supplies then we will look for your friend, there is a constrution site nearby Three blocks north but i caution you dont tell him that. tell him He can use your COM too pin point your location or he should stay put and we will pick him up that you can say understand this is a suggestion the sprawl is full of many despereat metahumans and we must not tip our hats to them as it were..." @Shan "As for your chest scout the city from above if you see something you like we can work something out... Fair enough? And i will not be returning for some time I suggest you find logging where ever you can..." @all "Come time waits for no man... and or women... or thing" He said looking at Shan "Lets be off"

(As the trio on the roof turned their attention to each other and away from the scene on the street below, no one noticed a furtive figure emerge from a manhole and scramble, low and quiet, toward the boarding house.)

Logan had wandered through the underground for some time before finding the ladder leading up to street level, and even that was sheer luck as he'd banged into the thing in the dark. He had waited, perched just below the manhole cover, for a good while, listening intently for any sound of movement before wedging himself in the narrow shaft and raising the metal lid enough to peer out at the night. Climbing out had gone smoothly with the exception of a tense moment when the manhole lid had slipped from his grasp and clanged on the ground. Whether the sound had attracted any attention or not, Logan had not waited around to find out, but had hurried away toward the boarding house, hopefully to rejoin the others.

Ronin [Rooftop]

The samurai nodded as the priest demon gave orders. She was a samurai, a servant of her lord, she has been trained (programmed) to follow orders.

She took the demon faced samurai helm out from under her arm and placed it on her head. She waited a moment for the electronics in the help to sync up with the armor. Her eyes glanced over the HUD making sure that everything was in order. Her 'link beeped an incoming message, she took it privately inside. She looked at her demonic companions (Ironic that she thinks of them as demonic when she is armored she looks like a demon from japanese mythology)

{English} "Logan is joining us." The voice is broadcast through a small speaker in the helm giving her normally melodic voice a mechanical quality. She adjusted some setting: "Logan is joining coming now" Her voice was loud and reverberated making her sounds like a god. The sudden booming voice startled Kitsune who was laying on the armors shoulder pad. With a sigh she returned it to the original settings.

Then the sound of the manhole cover hitting the streets was heard, looking down she saw her companion.

{English} "Thats him!" she exclaimed looking down the building. Ronin took off at a run for the stairs "The door is blocked, cover us."

She ran down the stairs jumping railings and skipping steps. Reaching the foyer she grabbed the desk that she slid in front of the door and with a heave sent it sliding away from the door.

Shan didn't have the least trouble changing modes from the sudo-social role they had been in: meeting each other, conducting their "ShadowRunner" versions of greetings, and otherwise getting to know each other; in to the new role: Battle. Shan knew battle, and did it well. Seeing Ronin put on her helm moved Shan in to a "Battle Mode" of sorts, allowing her to prioritize her actions in accordance with her understanding of Battle procedures. That is, of course: Kill threats. Protect team.
Shan hopped on to the ledge of the building, crouching down low, and pulled out some playing cards, readying herself for battle. She looked carefully below to see what ever she could see, while hearing Ronin retreating at full speed toward the doorway, and ultimately toward the front door.
"I'm covering him. You go let him in." She hissed over her shoulders toward Ronin as the samurai girl sped away.

Shan's Perception: 5 hits

Shan carefully surveyed the road, looking for threats of any kind. Noting the crouching figure, Shan assumed that he was the "team member" whom she should be protecting, and increased her vigilance. OOC: I'll post more when I know what she sees.

Shan saw a hulking figure in body armor losing no time moving away from the origin of the metallic clang. Behind the figure, attracted by the noise, three of the shambling deaders emerged from nearby, heading almost accidentally toward the hulking figure. One of these; even more unfortunate than to be reanimated seemingly without function or purpose, shuffled over the open manhole and disappeared with a hollow 'thoomp' sound. Its companions, oblivious of this, wandered aimlessly on.

(Shan has two targets about two meters apart. They are moving at about half normal walking rates, normal for humans that is.)

Ronin made it down to ground level without incident, giving testimony to her samurai training as well as bioware enhancements. Her actions, however, had she considered it, would have surprised, even perhaps embarrassed, her. Her flight down the stairs might, to some, have seemed more like a lover's rush to greet a favorite amour.

Mercy, of the three, remained the least moved by Logan's reappearance. This could be nothing more than his seeming disdain for "comraderie," or perhaps merely his need to meet with his drop appointment causeing him to overlook other matters.

Logan, crouching in the boarding house's doorway and grimly scanning the street for potential threats, was much gladder to see the door open and Ronin standing in it than his curt "Good, now let's get it sealed back again" would have suggested. The man was just not a fountain of gratitude.

Ronin [Boarding house foyer]

Ronin all but grabbed Logan, dragging him into the boarding house before any more of the demons would be attracted to the sound of the manhole cover (and a samurai in power armor jumping down stairs) and come a running...or rather a shambling.

A graceful spinning move closes the door behind Logan.

{English, over comm} "Grab that rebar over there, I'll get the desk"

The door was once again secured in short order. Of course with the Priest demon and the naked demon on the roof there probably wasn't much of a rush, but it felt good.

Ronin Looked at (as far as she knew) the only other living meta in this city, she opened a comm link and was about to say something but stopped herself. What she had to say didn't matter, she was happy Logan has returned and was safe.

{English over comm} "The.... Demons that fight the other demons are on the roof, legs go."

That was the best description that she could come up with for the two on the rooftop.

{English over comm} "The priest demon gave me this to give to you." She pulled the shotgun out of her suppies and gave it to Logan.

Ronin never gave any thought to what they would do and where they would go once they reached the rooftop. she would probably just have to come all the way back downstairs again to go anywhere.