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Raven Squad (An Eccentric Military / Spy - Fi RP)

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Raven Squad (An Eccentric Military / Spy - Fi RP)

Ban Kingo aka Shimura

Name: Ban Kingo

Age: 34

Appearance: Standing some 6 feet 3 inches tall, with a broad shouldered well muscled build. Fine muscle definition and a rough appearance. Hair reaching just about middle neck length in a sheet of black, silky locks. Silver eyes, and a thin mouth with a ready frown, grimace or smile depending on the moment. His left hand is graced with three missing finger tips. His right cheek has a knife scar, and just under his left eye is notes of where he took a punch that ripped open his cheek, any higher and he might have lost his eye. The front of his upper jaw has evidence of having lost a fair amount of teeth as the front five teeth are replaced with silver replacements.

Face Shot

The Tattoo on his back

Tattoo on his right arm

Tattoos on his left arm

Nationality: Japanese Ex-pat

Callsign: "Shimura"

Skills:

Accomplished Cook - Went to School and took classes in many things. Law, and Business Management mostly, but one of the classes that surprised his Oyabun was the many classes he took in cooking, everything from Short Order Cooking to Gourmet cooking. He's a whiz with a wok, and can wield filet knife like a rapier. And can turn out some prime dishes everything from sushi to an amazing steak. He even knows how to handle pufferfish.

Martial Arts - And a variety of them too. Has been trained by his former clan members in the use of the Sai, Bo, Wakazashi and Iaido Katana arts. As well as Goju-ryu style Karate, and Okinawan style Judo. Making him quite an accomplished fighter in close quarters.

Small Arms knowledge - His Yakuza clan tended to shy away from the use of guns and rifles. But in modern times it doesn't help much to completely ignore them. As such he has knowledge in semi-automatic rifles, and machine pistols. Though perfers not to use them.

Drama abilities - Much to his former clans chagrin, Ban has a taste for and some really amazing skills in Noh and Kabuki actting. He made some of his best money by actting in Modern day Noh and Kabuki theatre.

I know a Guy - He's been around abit. And when the team enters a new country, he tends to say, "Hey I know a guy." And then vanish for an hour. And after abit return with some local gangster or mafia member, that has some information on what they are heading into.

History: Before joining Foxtrot Oscar and then Raven Squad, Ban had been almost life long Yakuza. His father had been Yakuza, and his grandfather too. His Grandfather, helped the Americans to track down and take Hideki Tojo down. His father helped the Amagi clan, part of the Yamaguchi Family ring to stay under the radar into modern day times. Ban was no less a Yakuza. Raised beside other Yakuza kids, learning to fight and steal and kill. Eatting beside tattooed up Yakuza and getting cuffed upside the head by many of his "uncles" in the Clan when he did something stupid, only to get cuffed again when his father got his turn.

So when he was old enough he joined the ranks. And became a tattooed yakuza as well. Working closely with several of his other yakuza kids, running arcades, plinko stalls and shaking down people who would open shops in the Amagi territory who wouldn't pay protection. He was shown no favors for his father being the top earner of his generation. Ban had to do it all like everyone else did. Eventually he would run his own three story arcade on the edge of Amagi Territory in their entertainment row.

He'd been watching the safe back at Amagi HQ when someone brazenly busted in, and with a shotgun, had blown Ban off his feet then robbed the place. Killing one of their number in the process. As Ban and the others were still alive they were held responsible. They should have sold their lives. But it had happened to quick. Ban offered to take the full punishment, and asked that the other three who had failed not be punished too heavily. He was ordered to cut three finger tips. Without hesitation he did so. Three quick cuts with a dagger, and he was bandaged up by the clan doctor.

A few years later he was accused of embezzling from the Clan, to which he vehemently argued against. He'd never do anything like that. Life long Amagi that he was. But as the evidence was against his he said he'd do the greatest thing, and would take exile. His father and grandfather would not turn their back so quickly though. He left the clan that day but his father and grandfather gave him money and supplies and sent him abroad. A sword, the Kingo family sword, and money and clothing.

Off he'd go and some time later be found in a German bar, having just cut down three german gangsters after a fight.

Personality: Ban still adheres to the Amagi code. Which is a mix of Yakuza life style and old Bushido honor. He can be gruff and angry and mean on the battle field. He has a mission to do, and that's what he;s there for. He will not attack an unarmed opponent, and will perfer to use his sword and Martial Arts to fight rather then a gun. But when he fights he fights to win and survive. And he fights to the death. There is no mercy to be had between warriors. Off the field he can be kind, generous and loves to eat, joke and work out. If he's not in the base kitchen cooking something for the team, he can be found in the training room, boken in hand practicing, or going through Kata, or working at one of the machines. Always trying to improve. He can also often be found in the auditorium putting on a solo Kabuki or Noh show for anyone who just wants to sit and watch.

Tactical Suit: The Ronin suit. A complex yet simple modern take on the Samurai armor concept. Ceramic over Kevlar plates in a chest plate, with kevlar pants, and leg wraps and SWAT style sneakers. A padded Haori and padded Hakama tucked into the kevlar leg wraps.

He'll also wear Kabuki style paint on his face that gives him a very off putting look. A wide brimmed steel conical coolie style hat completes the look.

Armor Image

Some of the face paint styles Ban wears

Hat Style

Weapons:

Kingo Family Katana - Given to him when exiled from the Amagi Clan, since then updated and enhanced. Honed through science and augmentation into an incerdibly sharp Mono-edge. The edge of it a single atom/particle thin, so sharp to be able to cut through and likely get stuck in 2 inchs of tempered steel.

Steyr TMP style Machine Pistol - A high cap magazine inside a TMP style Machine pistol for rapid fire high volume fire in those times that he can't use his sword. A white colored laser sight attached to help with aiming.

ACE 52 style semi-auto rifle - Something with some kick for those times he isn't right on the front line and can use his blade or MP.

Equipment:

Physical Augmetics - Has been worked on by some of the leading biotech firms, out of Japan and America. All of his augments are housed in his shoulders, arms and legs mostly with a few blended into his chest and back muscles. They are designed less for making him beefier and to stand out. But more to give him faster reflexes, speed and strength in his actions. Making him generally faster in movement, allowing him to quickly use his sword and react to things going on around him.

Standard survival kit, water, and food.

Medical First Aid kit for battle field staunching of minor injuries.

Standard medium combat kit, grenades, frag and HE 2 of each, ammo, smoke grenades two of each, a trio of NineBang flash grenades. A single breacher charge.

Minor repair kits for weapons and armor.

Hobbies:

Kabuki and Noh Performance - Will often put on solo shows of both Noh and Kabuki style acts. Either the soft traditional Noh style, white face mask actting out a dramatic showing. Or, a rowdy, loud and rough Kabuki act, free and freeing.

Cooking - Ban absolutely loves to cook. If he hadn't been expected to run some business for the Clan he would have started his own cafe or Izakaya. He cooks some really incredible dishes and will often waylay their cooks, and end up making multi course meals for the team.

Reading - Has a well thumbed copy of the Book of Five Rings, Sun Tzu's works, Confucius' work and several Bushido books. he also loves Japanese style fiction novels. And often can be found laughing at some of the badly written tropes in them.

Has been trying to teach himself how to play the Shamisen and the Biwa/

Likes:

A fine Sake.

Well made food.

Good friends.

The Honor of a good fight.

Dislikes:

Dishonorable motives.

People willing to manipulate others.

Honorless combat.

The Conflict

@Starlance@FourtyTwo

Hayden quirked his head to the side and grinned a little, he swung the Bren down, he let it hang there, over one arm, almost easily. He nodded, "What do you mean more practical." He looked at Sean then patted the WW2 era work house LMG, "There's nothing more practical then a Bren gun my son." He chuckles, "Let's just hope I don't have to use those pan mags eh? Thirty round roars are already massive." He grins, and stretches hiking the weapon up over his shoulder, "You just wait...and I'll try and keep my demons under wraps." He grins brightly, "Alright...so here we are. Guns, good workhorses. Now we need more work. And start to gain some idea about our target." he sniffs, "I'm wondering if we shouldn't try and make a deal with the dev..." He trails off.

Victor's arrival with the amazons beside him was almost what he was about to reference. The warrioress with the face bling motioned. And the other with the tattoo smiled, "Come with us." And victor leads the way to the limo again. The Amazons having the crew put their weapons into the trunk of the limo and then board up the pair jumping into the front, taking over driving.

Hayden as they are loading their guns whispers, "Take what you can, give nothing up that you can help. We need his help right now, but I rather think he could fleece us for everything we have and leave us without a lead to our name. So don't let our mission slip if you can. I know I'm not all that trusting, but if this guy could I really do think he'd drop us in a heart beat." He sniffs and places his Bren in the trunk then leans over and pets the barrel of his gun, "Don't worry sweetie we'll be back." And ducks out of the way as they close the trunk.

Hayden heads for the door into the vehicle but stops at the last moment holding the door open, "Ladies first." He grins at Sean, "Come on then lovey." And gets ready to duck back out of the way. It's not until everyone else is in that he gets into the limo.

Victor waiting there and the limo starts to roll once everyone is inside.

Victor is quiet for a time, but he sits there. Suave and fair. But with a roguish quality to him at the same time. A huge smile on his face, peaked goatee showing off abit maybe and his fine suit, which now that everyone is close seems to have some kevlar weaved into it. He sits taking up the entire back seat while the four mercs are relegated to the side seats. Victor nods, "So then, to brass tacks yes? What are four prime end operatives like you doing here in Matanbai huh? Tagayi even. Gods of the old countries I mean look at you." He gestures to them, "Anyone of you could show your face at a diamond mine and get the security chief position by presense alone. Live like kings or queens after ward on the money of telling other gun hands what to do. But yet here you are." He hums, "Yes, there's something off. I wanna know what it is hmm? Give me a little sugar? Hmmm?" He chuckles, "Recompense maybe? for your first job? And this meeting I'm going to get you?" He wiggles his eyebrows at the women as if his charms would be enough to get them to start talking, or...maybe stripping. Who knows?

Hayden hides his snort of derision and amusement behind what looks like a fake sneeze, "This guy...can't decide if I want to hate him or love him." He says out of the corner of his mouth to Bethan. He then clears his throat, "Just...wanted to see what the place is all about." He starts with, "Hired on by the Red Cross as muscle...and then well you came along." Certainly rang with a little bit of truth somehow. He looks around the car to see what everyone else thought of the ploy.

Raven Squad (An Eccentric Military / Spy - Fi RP)

Ban Kingo aka Shimura

Name: Ban Kingo

Age: 34

Appearance: Standing some 6 feet 3 inches tall, with a broad shouldered well muscled build. Fine muscle definition and a rough appearance. Hair reaching just about middle neck length in a sheet of black, silky locks. Silver eyes, and a thin mouth with a ready frown, grimace or smile depending on the moment. His left hand is graced with three missing finger tips. His right cheek has a knife scar, and just under his left eye is notes of where he took a punch that ripped open his cheek, any higher and he might have lost his eye. The front of his upper jaw has evidence of having lost a fair amount of teeth as the front five teeth are replaced with silver replacements.

Face Shot

The Tattoo on his back

Tattoo on his right arm

Tattoos on his left arm

Nationality: Japanese Ex-pat

Callsign: "Shimura"

Skills:

Accomplished Cook - Went to School and took classes in many things. Law, and Business Management mostly, but one of the classes that surprised his Oyabun was the many classes he took in cooking, everything from Short Order Cooking to Gourmet cooking. He's a whiz with a wok, and can wield filet knife like a rapier. And can turn out some prime dishes everything from sushi to an amazing steak. He even knows how to handle pufferfish.

Martial Arts - And a variety of them too. Has been trained by his former clan members in the use of the Sai, Bo, Wakazashi and Iaido Katana arts. As well as Goju-ryu style Karate, and Okinawan style Judo. Making him quite an accomplished fighter in close quarters.

Small Arms knowledge - His Yakuza clan tended to shy away from the use of guns and rifles. But in modern times it doesn't help much to completely ignore them. As such he has knowledge in semi-automatic rifles, and machine pistols. Though perfers not to use them.

Drama abilities - Much to his former clans chagrin, Ban has a taste for and some really amazing skills in Noh and Kabuki actting. He made some of his best money by actting in Modern day Noh and Kabuki theatre.

I know a Guy - He's been around abit. And when the team enters a new country, he tends to say, "Hey I know a guy." And then vanish for an hour. And after abit return with some local gangster or mafia member, that has some information on what they are heading into.

History: Before joining Foxtrot Oscar and then Raven Squad, Ban had been almost life long Yakuza. His father had been Yakuza, and his grandfather too. His Grandfather, helped the Americans to track down and take Hideki Tojo down. His father helped the Amagi clan, part of the Yamaguchi Family ring to stay under the radar into modern day times. Ban was no less a Yakuza. Raised beside other Yakuza kids, learning to fight and steal and kill. Eatting beside tattooed up Yakuza and getting cuffed upside the head by many of his "uncles" in the Clan when he did something stupid, only to get cuffed again when his father got his turn.

So when he was old enough he joined the ranks. And became a tattooed yakuza as well. Working closely with several of his other yakuza kids, running arcades, plinko stalls and shaking down people who would open shops in the Amagi territory who wouldn't pay protection. He was shown no favors for his father being the top earner of his generation. Ban had to do it all like everyone else did. Eventually he would run his own three story arcade on the edge of Amagi Territory in their entertainment row.

He'd been watching the safe back at Amagi HQ when someone brazenly busted in, and with a shotgun, had blown Ban off his feet then robbed the place. Killing one of their number in the process. As Ban and the others were still alive they were held responsible. They should have sold their lives. But it had happened to quick. Ban offered to take the full punishment, and asked that the other three who had failed not be punished too heavily. He was ordered to cut three finger tips. Without hesitation he did so. Three quick cuts with a dagger, and he was bandaged up by the clan doctor.

A few years later he was accused of embezzling from the Clan, to which he vehemently argued against. He'd never do anything like that. Life long Amagi that he was. But as the evidence was against his he said he'd do the greatest thing, and would take exile. His father and grandfather would not turn their back so quickly though. He left the clan that day but his father and grandfather gave him money and supplies and sent him abroad. A sword, the Kingo family sword, and money and clothing.

Off he'd go and some time later be found in a German bar, having just cut down three german gangsters after a fight.

Personality: Ban still adheres to the Amagi code. Which is a mix of Yakuza life style and old Bushido honor. He can be gruff and angry and mean on the battle field. He has a mission to do, and that's what he;s there for. He will not attack an unarmed opponent, and will perfer to use his sword and Martial Arts to fight rather then a gun. But when he fights he fights to win and survive. And he fights to the death. There is no mercy to be had between warriors. Off the field he can be kind, generous and loves to eat, joke and work out. If he's not in the base kitchen cooking something for the team, he can be found in the training room, boken in hand practicing, or going through Kata, or working at one of the machines. Always trying to improve. He can also often be found in the auditorium putting on a solo Kabuki or Noh show for anyone who just wants to sit and watch.

Tactical Suit: The Ronin suit. A complex yet simple modern take on the Samurai armor concept. Ceramic over Kevlar plates in a chest plate, with kevlar pants, and leg wraps and SWAT style sneakers. A padded Haori and padded Hakama tucked into the kevlar leg wraps.

He'll also wear Kabuki style paint on his face that gives him a very off putting look. A wide brimmed steel conical coolie style hat completes the look.

Armor Image

Some of the face paint styles Ban wears

Hat Style

Weapons:

Kingo Family Katana - Given to him when exiled from the Amagi Clan, since then updated and enhanced. Honed through science and augmentation into an incerdibly sharp Mono-edge. The edge of it a single atom/particle thin, so sharp to be able to cut through and likely get stuck in 2 inchs of tempered steel.

Steyr TMP style Machine Pistol - A high cap magazine inside a TMP style Machine pistol for rapid fire high volume fire in those times that he can't use his sword. A white colored laser sight attached to help with aiming.

ACE 52 style semi-auto rifle - Something with some kick for those times he isn't right on the front line and can use his blade or MP.

Equipment:

Physical Augmetics - Has been worked on by some of the leading biotech firms, out of Japan and America. All of his augments are housed in his shoulders, arms and legs mostly with a few blended into his chest and back muscles. They are designed less for making him beefier and to stand out. But more to give him faster reflexes, speed and strength in his actions. Making him generally faster in movement, allowing him to quickly use his sword and react to things going on around him.

Standard survival kit, water, and food.

Medical First Aid kit for battle field staunching of minor injuries.

Standard medium combat kit, grenades, frag and HE 2 of each, ammo, smoke grenades two of each, a trio of NineBang flash grenades. A single breacher charge.

Minor repair kits for weapons and armor.

Hobbies:

Kabuki and Noh Performance - Will often put on solo shows of both Noh and Kabuki style acts. Either the soft traditional Noh style, white face mask actting out a dramatic showing. Or, a rowdy, loud and rough Kabuki act, free and freeing.

Cooking - Ban absolutely loves to cook. If he hadn't been expected to run some business for the Clan he would have started his own cafe or Izakaya. He cooks some really incredible dishes and will often waylay their cooks, and end up making multi course meals for the team.

Reading - Has a well thumbed copy of the Book of Five Rings, Sun Tzu's works, Confucius' work and several Bushido books. he also loves Japanese style fiction novels. And often can be found laughing at some of the badly written tropes in them.

Has been trying to teach himself how to play the Shamisen and the Biwa/

Likes:

A fine Sake.

Well made food.

Good friends.

The Honor of a good fight.

Dislikes:

Dishonorable motives.

People willing to manipulate others.

Honorless combat.

@FourtyTwo

Lemme know what you think.

Raven Squad : (An Eccentric Military / Spy-Fi RP)

Yo! @FourtyTwo Can I call one of those Mediums? the Male one maybe? A ex-yakuza, modern ronin deal in mind if you're okay with it.

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

@Kumbaris@King Cosmos@Martian@AWACS@13org

Micheal Crane of the Fancy Clothing, and his Performing Dieties

Looking down at the beef-ish dish before him had Micheal smiling and nodding. He kept track of the conversation as the other spoke and ate and drank. He'd been hoping for something beefy, as he so rarely gets beef dishes out where his personal lodge is. It's usually moose, elk or deer. With a grunt he looks up from his meal, "Oh..." He swallows quickly and has to wash it down with near half his glass of something purple. Grape juice maybe. Possibly Welcher's Grape juice. Hey for a First Nations fella it's rather classy. He dabs at his mouth with a napkin, "Sorry. Just been abit, some fine dining here." He chuckles, "Okay yes. Avi, brother. Yes, so very Canadian. Interesting you said you're from Vancouver? Well I'm from just next door. Alberta. About two and a half hours north east of Edmonton actually. Little Reserve called Saddle Lake." He grins, "That's great. We can talk Lethbridge whiskey, maple syrup and hockey. He stops and looks critically, "You aren't a Calgary Flames fan are you?" Honestly the tone of his voices says this very well could devolve into a fight depending on the answer.

But soon he's straightening up and smiling at Amanda, "That Hamburg steak dish some were talking about. Ended up indulging in my need for protein." He chuckles softly. He leans over a little and grins at Faye, gesturing to his three godly tagalongs, "The three over there have been following me around since just after the Abomination was stopped. If you want to get some attention, just go and talk to them at some point." He nods and returns to his meal for abit.

Listening as he eats to the conversation and the revelation about the Agent Potential Calculator. He hums chewing thoughtfully, "So you're saying, it took into account the actions and thoughts of one of the more untrusting factions of the world and somehow choose me of all people to come and help out here? That's...well hard to believe. But then here we are." He nods. tapping his chin with the handle of his knife. As if saying that the Confederacy of Shamans is untrusting is common knowledge. Though it might be news to some, anyone knowing the history of degradation, lies, cheating and misuse of power against the First Nations peoples of North America and the world, would understand why the Confederacy is untrusting of others. Centuries of getting the short end of the stick and all.

He shrugs, "Well we're here now." He spears one of the sauteed asparagus that came with his meal, "I swear this stuff is godly."

The Conflict

Sorry that took so long my friends. I was having a bout of writers block there for abit.

The Conflict

@Starlance@FourtyTwo

Hayden was just about to reach down into the case, but Sean beat him too it. And well what Sean does makes sense. Waiting his turn he's the last to kneel and scoop up his share of the diamonds. He pockets them carefully putting them inside his jacket though, close to skin. Easier to protect that way.

And the group splits up. Some to the edge of the Black marker gun shops. Some to the central area.

Hayden roams.

He makes his way from stall to stall. Passing Bethan as she deals, and seeing Sean at a short distance wheeling and dealing. As he makes a lap of one length of stalls he stops at one, looking over the wares. This one seeming to deal in battle rifle style weapons. He picks up a M14 looking it over, spinning it expertly. Down the sights, over, and checking the insides. rubbing at the release. Thumbing back the Iron site wheel. Setting it down and getting the stalls owners blood pumping a little as Hayden picks up a near vintage SVT-40 from the table top. Hayden smiles, "Wow...look at this...you hear stories of these things. The Garand, the SVT and the Gewehr 43. Some of the first honest to god battle rifles." He went through the same motions as he did the SVT. Smiling the whole time. But in the end he shakes his head, "Not what I'm looking for, and probably too rich for my blood." He bowed to the man, "But if I need a good rifle, I'll know where to come too." He smiles and headed off. Deeper into the market.

Hayden roamed.

He passed a table selling nothing but launchers by the look of it. Carl Gustaf Recoilless Rifles, and RPG-7s. A fair bit of firepower. Most of them look a little beat up, but that's the kind of force that comes in handy when in a big battle...so why are they here.

Hayden passes by and continues to roam. And as he can see the others gathering up he still hasn't bought anything yet, and it almost seems like he isn't going too. He stops at a kiosk selling stripper clips for older weapons like the KAR he's carrying. And looks to be about to buy a harness and a few 5 round stripper clips until he drops the items and rushes down the line.

It's hard to see as the kiosk is small, and overshadowed by three others surrounding it, in fact it'd be hard at first to even notice it unless they had something that sparked your interest. Which it did indeed for Hayden. The older woman who's manning the stall looks up from the well used magazine she's reading. She looks at him through a squinted eye, the other hidden under her long fringe. She gestures an in rough english growls, "Other stalls have better weapons. Better for fighting. Go there. No one wants Aunties' weapons." She sighs and looks down at the squat table top sadly. Hayden hums, "Well, we shall see about that won't we Auntie? I'm Hayden, and I'm very much interested in this." He reaches down and stops when Auntie lets out a gasp, he archs his eyebrows waiting then she nods. And Hayden lifts one of the guns. It's not a rifle, or a shotgun or even a long rifle. Something one would expect from the mercenary lot that come through here. No this gun is a different beast. Hayden smiles as he looks the lovely lines and robust shape of a Stoner LMG. He grins, "Look at that. Sad that not alot of the mercs about here want something as beautiful as this Auntie. I mean look at this, a little more pristine then like is for my blood." Auntie nods, "Sixteen diamonds that." Hayden nods, "Eh...wooo, tough sell there Auntie. Too rich for me. Let's see..."

He goes over somemore of the stock. Picking up an AUG H-Bar, "Look at this beast. I saw one of these in action once back in my Service days Auntie. Spits like mad, and with a 100 round box on this thing you can lay down some serious fire." He looks at her. And she nods, "Twelve gemstones my boy." Hayden winces, "Ooof still too rich." He hums then blinks, "Auntie, may I see that one?" He points behind the table at a weapon hidden amongst the cluster of other squad automatic weapons the older woman has. She blinks then reaches down lugging it up. He looks at the old woman. She smiles abit, and says, "Ten." Hayden fishes into his jacket and pulls out nine diamonds and places the KAR he had down, "Nine and this." She blinks at the rifle then reaches over and pulls out a thirty round mag, full of the .303 rounds and slides it too him, "What else?" He hums as he's attaching the 30 round magazine to the Bren gun, "One more thirty round and two 100 round pan?" She starts to look while muttering, "Four more Diamonds." He places the diamonds on the table, "A harness to carry it all?" She places the magazines full of rounds as well on the table top and a harness, "Harness for free...you give me business, first time in months." He smiles, "Here..." He shrugs out of his Red Cross jacket, "Sell that, it's real. Ought to net something." She gulps and pulls out a full case of 160 rounds of ammo, it's fairly large really, and also places a backpack on the table, "2 more diamonds...all this is yours..." She gulps.

Hayden stares at her for a moment then pulls out the request amount. Setting it on the table, "You sure about this auntie?" She nods, "Yes, you've given me the first business in months, and gifted me quite abit." hayden walks out into the path way, full loads the Bren and pumps a few rounds into the air, no one flinches, nearby as it seems to be a fairly common thing. He grins, "Fully working Auntie!" He chuckles walking in, setting his new gun ont he table top and shrugs into the harness that's resting over his inner hoodie, and starts to attach the two pan mags and extra two thirty round mags to it, and finally hefts the long box of ammo up and attaches it to one of the side hooks of the harness, backpack and all he's got quite the load out now, "Thank you Auntie." He hefts his weapon reaching over and grabbing one of her dark gnarled hands bringing it to his lips and kissing it, "You're a gem stone yourself Auntie. If I'm back this way and I have more money, I know where I'm coming." The old woman gasps and honestly giggles a little and nods as Hayden walks away, Bren tucked up over his shoulder.

Rejoining his teammates, "Lads and Ladies. Well look at this spread." He grins brightly, not quite showing off the squad weapon he's carrying.

As if on cue, Victor reappears with his two amazonian guards "All ironed up are we friends? Feel like coming with me? I want to ask a few questions, then maybe introduce you to someone. She has some work for you maybe." he grins and gestures over to the limo again.

(15 diamonds spent, 5 remain tucked in the harness pockets for now)

The Conflict

For an FYI, an idea on what 20 diamonds can get our characters.

One pristine weapon and a like a full magazine = 20 diamonds

a shit state weapon, 6mags, food, drink and maybe extra mags for your side arm = 20 diamonds

On the other hand

a plate carrier harness, with pockets for explosives, 2ceramic plates one front one back, 20 diamonds and a barter for the weapon you picked up during the fight

There are tons more combinations. Just need to ask (perferably IC) the many merchants. And see what you came come up with.

But nix on any RPGs at the moment, none of us even pooling our resources are going to be able to net a launcher of any kind.

Feel free to try and bargain who knows what interesting things may come up

@FourtyTwo@Starlance

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

Micheal Crane, Kinda Smooth Criminal

@13org@Kumbaris@Martian@King Cosmos

Micheal looked the menu over, turning it left, right, upside down and then backwards even, trying to get any idea of what he's looking at. And finally holding his hand sup over his head, "I admit it, I can't read German. Who can? Can someone point out any kind of decent beef or steak dish? I don't got the first clue what I'm looking at." He chuckles and lays his menu down on the table, looking around and pleading with his eyes hoping for help. He shrugs while also keeping an eye on his tag-alongs, the Gods, though they seem to be behaving themselves...while making a pyramid out of cutlery they somehow procured. Just as long as they don't make a mess.

He smiles and looks about taking in the team, nodding his head, "I'll be honest, I had my doubts when I got here. Looked at the team we had, didn't know what to think."

He takes a deep breath, "As to answer your question, I'm Micheal Crane, Member of the Shaman Confederancy of North America. Spanning all of Canada, The Northern Territories and the United States. And technically, because of...well mistrust and over a century of seeking independence for the First Nations and West Indian peoples, we are not actually members of the OMR." He let that settle for a moment. He waits then continues, "We act as a Reserve force for the OMR, and watch over the many Trickster gods of the North American Native communities. Try to keep them in check, and watch over our lands. In exchange, we choose to come and answer the call for help from the OMR." He grins a little, "So the Confederacy chose me come over here and help out." He grins, "You could have worse. My cousin Tyler, is a Shaman too, and he doesn't study or perform his duties at all really, could have had him instead." He grins, "I think I've done enough don't you?" He grins brightly and shrugs.

He groans then looks at his menu you, "So uh again...which is the best steak-like thing on this menu?"