Ciaran is much too distracted by the mutant, and the absolute hole of an establishment, to notice anything of interest about the heraldry. Instead she wears a scowl as she nods along with Daniels words.
"No shortage of seedy characters, then. It looks like our cloudboys our among their number as well. How convenient."
The mutant girl is called to the bar by the bartender and leaves you to sit and chat. The music and jet bikes outside make it difficult to hear each other. The thick smoke of Lho sticks and engine exhaust are a bit overwhelming to some
Feliks follows the others into the bar, taking a seat where he can see most of the room if possible, while trying to seem as though he sees nothing.
His deception is so good that he actually doesn't see anything significant, so Feliks simply sits drinking the terrible 'alcohol' the mutant girls brings them and tries not to cough too much on the fumes in the bar.
Volc settles down with the rest of his group inside, frowning at the unconscious doorman on his way in. He sits and shakes his head in reply to the mutant girl, letting Daniel order as the mark on her neck catches his eye. When she departs and after everyone else has said what they will, he pipes up, "The waitress bears the mark of Captain Nils, a Rogue Trader. I'm uncertain if this is relevant to our search, but this could be a connection to the items we are looking into."
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Odette sits quietly, her eyes darting about around her. The fumes and noise don't seem to bother her as much as the others, of course she'd been around many noisy and poorly ventilated machines her whole life.
"Do we know anything about the way the cloudboys operate? Other than with some secrecy, it would seem," she asked, eyeing up their masks.
The heavy smoke doesn't bother Daniel much as he's been smoking Lho for most his life and his lungs were already paying the price.
Daniel takes a sip of his drink and smacks his lips. Horrible. He sighs a bit as he picks up some of the conversation "It looks like there's a Bounty Hunter here as well. He seems to be eyein' us a bit - it honestly might be because we don't have cogs." He gives a small shrug and takes another drink, "It might not matter much at the moment though. We don't know much about this Lans fella' so we should probably just pick a place to start. The Cloud Boys there would be the obvious choice, but I don't think we quite fit in with them and they seem to stick to their own."[b] He shakes his head as he continues, [b]"Maybe that Insuratti boy would know a thing or two - we just need to get him away from this place, or follow him. I don't feel like takin' him here, 'specially with the other bikers and that Bounty Hunter out and about."
He gives a sidelong glance out the entrance, "It's possible that shady guy might know something. I'm just not sure how to approach 'em without spooking.
He makes a small grimace and continues to drink. As he finishes talking he leans back a bit and tries his best to pick out some snippets of conversation that he can hear from the bar.
Sister Ciaran is having a coughing fit at the table and a few of the patrons are looking at her with suspicion. An older man with white hair and several tattoos all over his face at the bar jeers "Fragin' off worlders. More of your friends Cynthia?" The mutant waitress just shakes her head with her hands on her hips and retorts "Cuss stuff like dat be why we be havin no new bloods come 'round here spike."
The fancy dressed masked men also seem to be looking in your direction, but its hard to be sure.
Ciaran continues to shoot daggers at anyone who dares meet her eyes.
A new woman walks into the bar. The locals seem to recognize her and she has a unique Oath Cog. She heads straight to the table where the babyfaces are sitting.
Kiera walked into the bar casually, seeking her target. She paused at the entrance only briefly, scanning the room while adjusting the weight of her oath cog, before the obvious mockery of their masks struck her. The Babyfaces... She adjusted her step and slowly, calmly approached the armed gang. She knew their type from back home, degenerate dilletantes, wealthy fools playing at crime. Only these ones had a legitimate reputation. Be on your guard, too many variables in this place...
Her long brown hair was pulled back in a series of braids with several pieces of jewelry woven in. This, combined with the multitude of tattoos covering her neck and the right side of her face gave her a strange, feral appearance. A gray cloak was wrapped around her torso, yet it did little to hide the voss pattern lasgun slung from her back or the well-crafted chain sword hanging from her hip. Despite her apparent comfort in the seedy bar, there was something... off... to her appearance. It did not all add up quite right.
Stopping before the cloudboys, she looked over the company, "Who's Skinner?
Feliks's eyes narrow slightly as the newcomer approaches the Babyfaces. Though he did not recognize her, something about her tickled at the back of his mind.
Unable to identify what is setting him on edge, Feliks continues to watch the newcomer, speaking just loud enough to let his companions hear him, "The new girl. Something not right about her. Can't put my finger on it."
Volc purses his lips thoughtfully as he draws his gaze toward the newcomer in question at Feliks's prompting. Oathcog, jewelry, tattoos, lasgun, chain sword. Interesting. The feral worlder excuses himself quietly to stand and make his way to the bartender or mutant waitress. Regardless of whoever is willing to listen, he quietly buys a drink for the woman accosting the Babyfaces along with a message to be delivered by the waitress whenever Keira is finished.
That done, he heads back to his table and settles himself comfortably back into his chair. "Do we intend to sit and wait, or have we some manner of plan?" He asks his companions.
Pet? Damn these chains of ownership. It got me offworld, but now I am wrapped up in this mess... The filth before her likely deserved a good blast from her lasgun, but she had a purpose here... the sooner I do the work, the sooner the servitude is complete. perhaps I can find someone to alter this blasted device...
She put on a boldly fake smile, and reaching under her cloak produced the sealed parchment. "Oh, of course good sir, here is the message from my master." After handing it to him, she stands and waits, assuming he will be sending a response.
After reading the note Skinner throws down the parchment on the floor. He looks up at you. "I have a message for your master in reply, please take note dear." He says in very polite high gothic. Skinner removes his mask. "As you can see the product is not working for me. If he can not provide me with something that will work I will have to seek out new friendships. Now go please."
Having evaluated the Babyfaces as little more than wealthy malicious playboys, Keira is caught offguard by the hideous deformities beneath Skinner's mask. She steps back as her face goes to shock, then grasping for her words, replies. "My apologies, I will let him know." Then turns, ready to depart.
The waitress has to touch Keira's arm to get her attention, and startled she looks from the barmaid's face to the table in the corner and is Feral worlder. Strange, new players in game? Other friends of my master, or possible business interests? I guess we will see...
Straightening her cloak though still clearly unnerved, Keira approaches the table and looks to the Feral worlder. "This isn't some archaic mating offer, is it?"
Volc cannot help but laugh at Keira's question and he shakes his head, gesturing for her to sit with them. "No, I fear it is not. Tempting as it may be, we have other concerns. For instance, what do you know of the Babyfaces?" He asks, his volume gradually lowering when he starts talking about the cloudboys in the room.
The fancy dressed gang calling themselves the "Babyfaces" gets up and leaves shortly after speaking with Keira.
One of the babyfaces has long white hair. Her mask is oddly realistic and you can only tell its a mask when she is very close and even then a double take is in order. She nods to Keira on her way out.
Still ill shaken from the reveal of Skinner's grotesque face, Keira is rather distracted at the table with the drink in her hands. Damn, what happened to that man's face? And what has Guiljian dragged me into... As the Babyfaces pass by, she catches the eye of the female and nods back to her. Strange mask...
Turning back to the stranger, "Bold requests, asking questions plainly in the open that could get me killed. I take it you travelers aren't from around here. As to the Babyfaces I know enough to recommend you stay clear of them, and the other various hive gangs. Find your way back uphive, or better yet offworld, while you can. Thanks for the drink." She tossed the cup back and drains it completely. Leaning in close to Volc, she leans in close. "Oh, and too bad on the first exchange, it could have been fun. I hear your kind can get a little wild." She leans in and kisses his cheek, then walks out.
An idle smirk colors Volc's lips and he nods politely in reply. "At our next meeting, perhaps."
When she departs, he watches both her and the Babyfaces go before leaning in to his companions. [smaller]"We are to meet her at Wraith's Tomb in an hour. I trust one of you is aware of the location?"
Wraith's Tomb, a sinster name for an old piece of ruin from some long forgotten hab building that resembles a wraith, or rather the shadow it casts from the light of the fiery forges above it. It is a landmark many use when giving directions in the hive, but it is rare to want to meet someone there.
In this lower part of the hive sanctionaries are rare, and arbiters are practically non-existent.
Muttering one of the many litanies to the Emperor, Feliks looks around the area carefully, taking note of everything.
Feliks glances around, stopping for a moment and turning his back to the ruined building and facing his companions. Still muttering in the same low tine, and trying to make his words fit the cadence of the litany he had just been reciting, Feliks speaks to his allies, "The bounty hunter from the bar is hiding behind the Aquila above the ruin. He must be waiting for your lady friend, Volc, as he has a weapon ready but has not attacked us yet."
After slipping out of the bar, Keira slips into a nearby alley and looks for any lingering members of the Babyfaces who may be plotting some additional point of attention for her new master.
After suitably assured that she is not being trailed, she makes her way to the Wraith's Tomb. She would speak with these new players, but on her terms. Perhaps they could get her out of her servitude and off this misbegotten rock. Of course, what would there cost be?
She intentionally takes a wandering, circuitous route to the Tomb. Let them get there first, perhaps then I can determine their role in all of this... As she rounds the corner, she can just make out the Tomb a block away.
Keira can see the strange group of people waiting at wraith's tomb. A few locals wander about, but the place is generally empty this time of night.
Still muttering under his breath, Feliks checks on the bounty hunter and, seeing him aiming his weapon, looks to see his target has just come into view. He speaks quietly, as before, "If we want to talk to this woman, we need to take the sniper out. He has aimed his weapon at your contact, Volc. It is time to ambush the ambusher."
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