Andrew D. Gable
First Post
Bayushi Akado, nicknamed 'The Bull' because of his massive set of horns, stood cross-armed outside of the front door to the Neon Blue Apocalypse. He'd been shunned by his family after he became a troll, and soon found himself here. As the son of a high-placed Oyabun of the yakuza, the local yakuza, which ran this bar, felt a sort of grudging respect for Akado. He was a metahuman, so the Japanese were prejudiced against him, but he was a troll and a physical adept to boot, so they hired him on as a bouncer at the door.
11:00. His shift was up. Akado turned and went inside - careful to use the staff passages, so he didn't disturb any of the other high-class Japanese clientele who would be shocked at the sight of a troll.
"Got a job for you."
Turning, he saw a little, rat-like man standing in the doorway. His fixer, Bardini.
"What kind?" Akado asked.
"Simple extraction. Seems the other fixers got a jump on me with this one, there's already a team assembled. Pays 25,000. Interested?"
"Sure," the troll nodded. "Where do I need to go?"
"The rest of the team's up at the Union Hotel, in a private room. When you get there, tell the doorman Bardini sent you, and he'll send you into the right room."
11:00. His shift was up. Akado turned and went inside - careful to use the staff passages, so he didn't disturb any of the other high-class Japanese clientele who would be shocked at the sight of a troll.
"Got a job for you."
Turning, he saw a little, rat-like man standing in the doorway. His fixer, Bardini.
"What kind?" Akado asked.
"Simple extraction. Seems the other fixers got a jump on me with this one, there's already a team assembled. Pays 25,000. Interested?"
"Sure," the troll nodded. "Where do I need to go?"
"The rest of the team's up at the Union Hotel, in a private room. When you get there, tell the doorman Bardini sent you, and he'll send you into the right room."