Apr 22 08:15:00 107 PA - Rainy Days

From Chronicles

Needing to cross a busy street, the psistalker pauses at the corner where Liam's busking. She doesn't pay attention at first, but as the light seems to be taking forever to turn(it must have something to do with the weather), she glances over, giving the gorgeous fellow a double take. She smiles and listens to the music appreciatively as something gnaws at the back of her thoughts. She looks back to the cross light and sees that it will still be some time before it switches so she takes a step back, to shelter a bit beneath an overhanging eaves. Another glance to Liam and she just has to ask, "Hi," she begins, chewing her lip as she looks him over while he plays the tune, "You aren't the 'Northern Gun' guy, are you? The one in the catalogue?"

Liam pauses in his playing and looks up towards the psi-stalker, seeming completely non-chalant as he shakes his head from side to side, "No, I come from the West." Using the bow of his violin to gesture in the direction he offers a soft smile in regards to Bailey, "My name's Liam." The two of them are located on the corner of a street, with Liam sitting upon the ground lazily lounging in the rain, playing his instrument.

The whine of a hovercycle sounds through the rain and wind, Ash flying high at about 150 mph. The hovercycle dives and then spins out, uncaring of lights or the like as Ash plants a booted foot into the mid and water to do a donut. Which, fortunately, falls short of spraying -everyone- near by with mud and water. Good thing he doesn't have a wheeled motorcycle or the reverse would most definately be true. The quick-flex is laughing as he flips up the visor on his motorcycle helmet, "Hey gorgeous! Got some news!" He calls out to Bailey as he rights the bike and lets it hover a few feet off the ground.

Bailey winces and gives a flustered smile as she follows Liam's gesture, towards the gates. She turns back and nods her head, "I'm Bailey," she says, drawing in a shivering breath. It's not even close to freezing, but the damp air has a definite chill to it this morning. She rubs her arms through her leather jacket and asks, "What's it like out there?" she wonders, remembering the cover of a western dvd she'd once confiscated from a DeeBee to send to an incinerator. "Dry, I bet." She's about to say someting else when the hovercycle jets in, and she quickly cowers down as it threatens everyone with a roostertail of muddy street water. She straightens her cap and looks up, her eyes squinting in the rain, "Oh, hi, Ash," she says, giving an apologetic smile to Liam as she takes a reluctant step from the musician. "What's up?"

Liam shrugs his shoulders and chuckles abit as the rain continues to fall, he's just about to respond when he notes the minor wave of water and mud headed towards him... Tucking his head down, he allows his hat and overcoat to take most of the splash, leaving him for the most part unharmed as the rain already gets to work on clearing it away, "Dry.. Dry is definately one word to describe it.."

Ash looks unapologetic of the mud and water that might have been kicked up by his jets, taking off his motorcycle helmet and looks up towards the sky, letting rain fall on his face for a few moments before he looks over towards Bailey, and then Liam, "Hey, it's Mr. Well Dressed." He looks towards Bailey, "Be careful with that one, he was flirting up a storm with -three- women at the same time at the alibi... he's not a safe one, don't let those devilish good looks fool you." He says seriously but then smiles wryly, "I know how that thing your hunting, or were hunting, is hunting." He rakes a hand through his rapidly wettening hair, "At least, if you want that information I took time and money to dig up still..."

Bailey gives Liam another look, like it's not really his fault for flirting with other women, because she knows deep down he was meant for her. Really. She draws her eyes away from the busker as she holds her collar tight around her neck, "So, what did you hear?" she asks curiously. "I spent a week scouring the refugee camp and nobody was saying nothing about anything," her expression sours a little bit, this sort of thing had been so much easier in Chi-town.

Liam sets his intrument down in his lap and reaches beneath himself, fishing a cloth out of the casing he begins to clear the grime that got caught up amongst the strings.. Quietly taking his time he doesn't interject into their conversation except to say, "Hello sir." He's apparently abit on the soft spoken side as he just listens while he cleans, first the instrument then the bow.

"Well that's because it's moving, roaming. It's like a candy ass theme park for this thing all through the city." Ash says to Bailey, "It's not holing up in any one specific place, keeping on the move." He rakes another hand through his hair, mostly to get wet bangs out of his face. "It's attacking groups... what it's doing is striking out of nowhere and grabbing the -weakest- person it can find... dragging them off. But, it's a plot see. The rest of the group runs after it to try and save the person. It kills the ones who try to rescue, leaves the weakest person alive."

Bailey sniffs at the news, "Super," she says sarcastically. "So the only way to catch it is to wait until it decides to come for you." She nods her head, "perfect." She shrugs her shoulders, "So I guess I've come up with the perfect strategy for hunting it--not hunting it." She snickers and shakes her head.

"Hey, you're the psi-stalker, supposed to be the kick ass killer of all super natural beasties, and I'm just a street punk but seems to me like an easy way to get this thing is to just go out in a group of like 3 people, lightly armed and armored with one person who isn't. Play like bodyguards." Ash says with a shrug, "But what do I know. It's how it hunts, bait a trap." With that he goes to push his hair back and then jams his helmet back down on his head. "You wanted information, you got it, free of charge. Everything else will cost ya."

Liam continues to clean for a few more moments before taking the cloth and putting it away, the rain helping to make it easier for him. Seeming quite nonchalanlt he brings his violin up aagain and begins to gently play.. This time playing Greensleeves to change the atmosphere.

"Supposed to be, yeah. But it's like one in three people here has the scent, which makes it impossible to track any specific scent I'm interested in." Bailey sighs, shaking her head again, "I was talking to someone about going to merc town yesterday. Sounds like the type of place one could find work a lot easier than here. How'd you like your first taste of the country?"

Ash shivers, "Hated it. Was way to damned quiet... not enough going on. To many stupid skulls too." He reaches a hand up and scratches his chin under his jaw where he can reach under the helmet, "Why Merctown? Kingsdale has lots more people, would think would be a lot easier to find work. Heard about some guy in the Dregs wanting people to go hunt down something that was stole from him. You might want to check it out."

Liam continues to softly play, the gentle sounds of the vilin rising up and down to echo throughout the area... The location of the artist accompanied with the weather serving to help keep the music reverberating.. A pleased sound crossing his lips.

Bailey thinks on that for a moment and nods her head, "Well, finding a stolen stereo's probably a lot easier than tracking down an invisible monster that strikes at random." She chuckles, "Who's this guy you're talking about? I'll pay him a visit." She glances at the walk light and notices that she's just missed another crossing during her conversation. Stamping her feet, she looks up to Ash, "He a friend of yours?"

"Psssh, I don't have friends... to answer, no I don't know the guy. He's not really a player on the scene as far as I know. So either he's fresh meat, or really, really, good." Ash shrugs a bit. "Couldn't tell you which. Heard his name was Dallis, Dallas? Dalus? Something like that. I don't normally look into that kind of thing."

"Dallas?" Bailey asks, remembering the name, "I'll take a look for him," she says with a nod of her head. A glance is cast back to Liam as he plays his music before she looks back to Ash, "Where does this Dallas hang out? Not near the junk yard, I hope."

Liam lifts the bow, taking a momentary pause for a few moments before continuing the song... Greensleeves flitting softly down the streets as he reclines.... Listenign idly to the conversation between the woman and the Dbee. He seems perfectly content to stay an outsider in the matter.. About half way through the song at this point.

"Something like that." Ash says with a slight shrug at the name 'Dallas', "I know it started with a D and ended with an S. Dallas sounds close enough. Nah, he's not in Clash territory, he's in Family territory, by the market. But they're real loose, so long as it doesn't affect business people can do whatever they want." He smiles amusedly, "I should be charging you for this information Bailey." He notes dryly.

"We'll see if it pans out and is worth anything," Bailey replies with s smirk as she looks up to Ash. "Maybe a ten percent finders fee or something. We'll see." She glances across the street to see the walk light has just lit up, "I've got to get going, my horse has to see the vet today for a checkup and I'm running a bit late." She takes a step away, towards the street and casts another glance back to Liam before she begins dashing across the way to avoid anyone making a right turn.

Liam pauses in his playing to push the tip of his hat up, looking up towards Ash he arches an eyebrow, "I don't think I even want to know what's going on, but so long as I don't play hero, I'm fine, yes?"

Ash watches Bailey walk off and he shakes his head, "Damn she's fine..." He says to himself before he looks at Liam and shrugs, "Don't know why you would be involved one way or the other. I look at heroes same way I look at Juicers, quick trip to the grave. Anyone playing hero is just out to get themselves killed. There's always someone bigger and badder." He tilts his head to the side, "Why, are you a hero type?"

Liam pffts abit as he looks towards Ash, "Hardly, I'd say I'm more akin to the type the likes to live nice long lives that don't incorporate big fuck off monsters... Then again.. That's out of the book too so I guess I gotta settle for beign abit of a wanderer and explorer I suppose."

Ash shrugs, "Exploring gets you dead too. Whatever you want to find, someone's either already found it, and taken it, or some-thing- has found it and set up shop. Nah, safer in the cities. Out there," He gestures towards the city gates, "Just blood and mud. Nothing worth finding out there. People been scavenging for hundreds of years, whatevers left to be found, been found already."

Liam shakes his head from side to side as he rises up, putting his instrument away he says, "No.. that's not true.. Not with the Rifts.. Or even of the old cities and wastes.. You just gotta know where to look." Deusting himself off abit more he says, "But I suppose you're right, they're not without their perils."

"Sounds to me like you're out to get yourself killed too, just not to be a hero." Ash says with a chuckle and a shake of his head, "I'll drink to yah after you're gone." He lifts a hand in a mock military salute and then flips his visor down, "Got things to do man." He reaches for the controls of the hovercycle and then guides it up into the air and flies off into the city.