Alors que le bar s'éteignait, Alex leva la tête et regarda vers la table. Ouais, ne pouvait pas être plus évident qu'ils étaient hors de la place, et ce n'était pas trop un bond pour quelqu'un de deviner qu'ils étaient coureurs. Peut-être qu'ils ne seraient pas trop adaptés à l'approche subtile - elle devrait garder cela à l'esprit. Du côté plus, il ne semblait pas y avoir quelqu'un qui n'était pas impliqué d'une façon ou d'une autre, donc elle a décidé que ce serait bien de se diriger vers les autres avec un sourire doux.
"Donc, ce sera notre équipage. Je suppose que "invisible" est par la fenêtre."
Elle n'a pas eu la peine d'essayer d'avoir l'air fermée. S'il y a quelque chose, elle a fait attention à se faire paraître un peu trop amicale et sans surveillance; une vulnérabilité calculée. Mieux vaut qu'ils la sous-estiment, vraiment, jusqu'à ce qu'elle sache qu'elle peut leur faire confiance. Non pas qu'elle se soucie de leurs objectifs en premier lieu, mais peut-être que ce serait intéressant d'une façon ou d'une autre.
Mais alors, il y avait beaucoup de choses. En regardant le groupe, il y avait un soupçon d'amusement dans son expression, comme si elle était dans une blague que personne d'entre eux ne connaissait. Après les avoir évaluées, elle s'est promenée autour de la table et s'est hissée à l'orc. "Je suppose que vous n'avez pas d'antécédents sur sa sécurité? Noms, familles, histoire... tout ce qui pourrait être pertinent. Cela, et j'aimerais savoir quand et comment nous partons."
Ce serait une mauvaise idée de faire connaître leurs visages aux gens de Feuersturm sans une sorte de levier. Alex doutait qu'ils auraient fait des recherches détaillées sur ses employés, mais la plupart des gens avaient un squelette ou deux dans leur placard. Et s'ils ne l'ont pas fait d'une façon ou d'une autre, elle pourrait toujours trouver un autre moyen de tordre les choses. Il y avait un soupçon d'excitation à l'arrière de son esprit, mais ça ne s'est pas montré sur son visage. Cette partie était intéressante, en regardant les événements se dérouler. Dangereux, certainement, mais elle était là pour la balade.
Une partie d'elle était curieuse quant à ce qui était sur la puce, mais poser trop de questions était un moyen facile pour ennuyer un client. Ça ne vaut pas la peine, puisqu'elle n'aurait pas de vraies informations là-dessus de toute façon.
En attendant une réponse, elle a finalement baissé sa capuche, révélant d'abord exactement à quel point elle avait l'air jeune et ensuite au moins ses cicatrices - seulement vraiment remarquable dans ce groupe parce que la jeune femme n'avait évidemment jamais vu un champ de bataille. Ce n'était pas comme si elle était la seule ici avec une marque, cependant, la femme avec l'oeil est un exemple. Inhabituel. Éteignez-vous. Et l'elfe était plus machine que chair. Les deux autres se distinguaient encore un peu, mais au moins semblaient un peu plus subtils. Par rapport à ses compagnons, Alex n'avait rien d'autre qu'un combat. Ce qui était bien, vraiment. Elle doutait qu'elle s'inscrirait comme une menace pour leurs ennemis.
Tout ce qui signifiait que les balles ne venaient pas ici était toujours positif.
Pourtant, elle se sentait un peu soulagé d'avoir fini de cacher son visage. Même faire semblant d'insécurité a eu sur ses nerfs, pas que l'idée n'était pas commode. "Pour le reste d'entre vous, si quelqu'un a besoin d'un endroit pour dormir, j'ai la chambre gratuitement." Il y avait un autre motif là-bas; Alex voulait une chance d'essayer d'évaluer les personnes avec lesquelles elle travaillait. Mais une chambre libre avec une sécurité garantie serait une bonne offre de toute façon, étant donné qu'elle ne présentait pas exactement une menace physique pour personne.
Qui d'autre le savait? Ces gens sont peut-être intéressants.
Alexandra Douglas | 22 | Species: Human
"There's two sides to everything, if you're willing to look."
Alias:
Icarus
Appearance:
At 5'5" and 112 pounds, there's not that much of Alex - She obviously isn't much for throwing punches or lifting heavy objects, anyway. Delicate features and a slight build contribute to the kind of person that perhaps would have been seen as pretty, though not refined enough to be classically beautiful - If it wasn't for the long, pinkish-white scars that mar her face and neck, stretching right down to her shoulder. As it is, she tries to embrace the situation, her asymmetrical hairstyle another reflection of the fact that her two sides don't quite match up. If she can't blend in, then she might as well try standing out.
She carries herself with the the confidence of someone that knows you might be looking at her, and just doesn't quite care. Not actively looking to draw attention, but not too bothered if you'd rather just stare at her than look her in the eye. If anything, she seems to appreciate it - There are advantages to be had in knowing exactly where you stand.

Background:
Born by the name of 'Katherine Peters' to a fairly low-ranking executive at Horizon, Alex's initial upbringing left her fairly well taken care of. An average school, average friends, and boring, average life - At least if you ignored the shamanic traditions her family practised, anyway. The girl had a gift for talk, perhaps thanks to both her media-saturated environment and the shamanic tradition's focus on charisma.
Her mentor spirit, Monkey, only encouraged her in embracing the joy to be found in spinning things around on others.
Once her father figured out her ability to put a spin on things, he'd often come home looking for her take on a report, how to spin things for the best story. Searching for flaws in the narrative, unnecessary additions and possible improvements - While progress was slow at first, the two of them together became a more and more efficient pair, almost every hour of spare time spent in the makeshift media workshop that was the apartment's spare room.
This analytical prowess shone through in her educational skills too - But instead of going for a degree or anything similar, she decided to stick with Horizon and shoot for a job. After all, having a secure job at one of the world's biggest Megacorporations wasn't something to sneeze at, and when evidence of all the help she'd provided so far was presented to the interviewer, she was able to get just that.
Life was pretty good from then on, sitting with a relatively prestigious job and big-city apartment of her own at 20 years of age. Her advancement within the company had been fairly quick, and it only seemed to be getting better as time went on as far as she was concerned. But she was naive, and her aptitude for the camera left her forgetting about corporate politics. In her elation at her progress, she'd forgotten one key thing; There were reasons not to climb too fast.
Reasons that were apparent when, on a road trip out of L.A, a bomb went off in her car. Whatever you might say about shadowrunners, they got the job done. She woke from her coma four months later, with no message or visitors, just a hospital bill and an eviction notice. It was a miracle that she survived, but the wounds from the shrapnel and the crash left the scars that haunt her to this day.
But the lack of reaction from anyone made it clear - Whoever had felt threatened by her, they were either far richer, or far more powerful, enough that she had no chance of getting retribution. And no doubt once they learned of her survival, they'd try again. Luckily, Alex's skills let her convince the poor unsuspecting guy at the reception to change the records. Just one simple change that gave her a chance at a new life.
As far as the world was concerned, that day, Katherine Peterson died.
And a few months later Alex Douglas, illegal Shaman and shadowrunner extraordinaire, was born in the shadows of New Reykjavik.
Over her time as a Shadowrunner, her jobs haven't tended towards the particularly high-profile or prestigious, but she's learned a few good ways to fire a gun - And a hundred better ways not to. After all, every low-level street thug can shoot someone, and life's so much easier when someone else does the dirty work.
Skills:
An expert in everything people, Alex's primary skill set is that of what you'd call a Face. Private personal affairs and secure information are her bread and butter, whether she's protecting them for a price or blackmailing someone with the details of a few sordid affairs - If it's people you're dealing with, she's the type you want on your side.
As a result, most of her talents are directed towards trying to avoid confrontation in the first place, so she's a bit of a talker when she needs to be. Before the whole 'scarring' thing, she'd happily flirt her way to a deal, but even still she can analyse and negotiate with the best of them. Failing that, coercion, blackmail, and lying her way out of a bad situation are just as ideal as far as she's concerned. All it takes is a little persuasion. Failing that, she can always just use illusion magic to help get her way.
That's not to say she's completely useless in a fight, considering her shamanic magic. She isn't the most suited to front-line combat, however, so she'd really rather not shoot at all their problems. Still, when they inevitably get in a fight she specialises in illusion and manipulation. She can heal to an extent, but she sucks at it and nine times out of ten won't waste the energy in a fight. Afterwards, maybe.
Equipment:
Defiance EX Shocker x1
Colt America D36 light pistol x1
Aqua Fictus x1
Spellcasting Focus Ring (Illusion) x1
Rapid Transit Elite Clothing - Built for those on the move, this stuff is great for comfort and protection while going about all your regular day-to-day activities.
Standard Creditstick x1
Horizon I.D for 'Katherine Peters', kept hidden for safety reasons.
General Nonsense:
Visited her own grave out of a sense of morbid curiosity once, just for the novelty. Hopefully no-one thought it was too strange that she took one of the flowers that had left there as a souvenir, but she definitely got some mildly disturbed looks from the odd visiting relative.
Her scars tend to itch a lot, but for whatever reason she doesn't seem to look for a way to lessen it. Anyone that asks about it doesn't seem to get a straight answer if they don't know her - But then, at least in New Reykjavik, nobody seems to know her at all.