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Kitty ([personal profile] runs) wrote in [community profile] stormaktstiden2016-11-10 11:17 pm

-> Eärendil

They've worked without a proper decker on the team for quite a while now, but it is a serious handicap, and expensive besides. Last run, paying for that kind of back up halved everyone's pay. They needed to find someone, and it seems that they have someone now... well, Malicia's fixer found someone who is interested in working with them, at least. Rookie, she said according to the street samurai, but he's done a few things alone already that make him look capable. Looking for a team after he ran into some bumps on the road on his last mission because he had nobody with actual firepower around.

He wanted to meet up with them in person before agreeing on trying out the working together thing, and demanded that the least suspicious person should come.

Considering that the place that he named was a middle to upper class area, everyone turned to Ivokat. The aristocratic elf almost agreed, but ...well, elf in England. A quick background check proved what Ivokat had feared: The guy had been in Tír na nÓg fairly recently, only a few years ago. That didn't necessarily mean anything, but... None of the team knew what the issue was, exactly - everyone is entitled to their private demons - but it was clear that Ivokat wouldn't go. Inconspicuous was the general opposite of describing Malicia, and Simon was inconspicuous in the slums, but certainly not in a fancy hipster cafe.

In the end, they sent Kitty. Sure, an unattended minor might raise an eyebrow, but compared to the other options it was the best they had.

Luckily it is winter, so she can at least wear her regular clothes - they might look slightly out of place, but not enough to worry about it. Even though she had to leave her necklace behind, the only obvious sign of her being a mage. So the person who will enter the cafe and look around to spot the "corner table under the tasteless picture with the two dogs" will be a child of perhaps nine years of age, dressed in a dark brown-grey coat under which pants and boots of the same colour peek out. Her hair is tied off into pigtails on both sides of her heads, which she isn't fond of because she can see it dangling out of the corners of her eyes, but Simon insisted that that is absolutely how rich little girls wear their hair.
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[personal profile] pretentiouself 2016-11-10 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
He notices the message immediately, but takes a guess at what it says from her reaction. She seems to be expecting someone and that's promising even if her age still isn't. "That's good. I'd offer to get you a drink but I see you managed to get one okay." He comments as he starts to unwrap his scarf. As he takes his coat off he takes a moment to check the message and then reply with a simple, 'yes', before he sets his coat and scarf down on the empty chair.

"Let me grab something myself and then I'll be back."
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[personal profile] pretentiouself 2016-11-11 10:47 am (UTC)(link)
Ah. Well. That explains that. Just as well Leo doesn't mind paying for an extra drink then. Not that he wants potential team mates to get used to living off his daddy's cash but just this once, and since she's so young. "I'll be back in a moment, then."

Actually, it takes a couple of minutes to get his reusable cup filled and her drink paid for, but when he returns he shifts his coat and scarf again so he can sit down in the chair where he left them opposite her. Less attention seems to be on them now that the unaccompanied minor apparently has been joined by her family so he feels freer to speak more openly. He doesn't speak quietly or lean in, knowing that will only draw attention again, but keeps his tone light as though they were just catching up. "So you guys are looking for an extra pair of hands and I need back up. I don't want to know what you've done - not here, anyway - but I need to know what you want. And who you have already. When I asked for the most inconspicuous I didn't mean the smallest!" He laughs, but it's not a belittling laugh. He's aware that there must be more to her, even if those around them aren't. But he is still worried about what this means about the rest of the team and how much he's going to have to sneak around to meet with them - if this works out.
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[personal profile] pretentiouself 2016-11-11 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
One delicately shaped eyebrow rises as the sound fades around them, but his surprise (and how impressed he is) doesn't show for long. "We all have strengths and weaknesses. Luckily I can blend into most places." It's not much of a lie. His magic probably is nothing compared to hers but it's still useful. As for what he can do without it... he might not blend in as well as he thinks he does, but he did have a very steep learning curve when he first dipped his toe into the muddy water of runs.

"My personal expertiese lies more along the lines of hacking and information gathering than anything aggressive, but I do have some experience with that as well. However, my general approach is to draw as little attention to myself as possible." If they go into places all guns blazing and try to force a resolution then this probably won't work out, as much as they need each other.