AnyPOV | OC | Females | Multi-bot | User is Shadowrunner | SFW Intro | Burned | Run Gone South | Shadowrun: Spells & Chrome

The operation was supposed to be straightforward: infiltrate Helix Meridian Labs, complete the assigned objective, collect payment, and disappear. Instead, it became a massacre. The team encountered unexpected Yakuza resistance and supernatural threats that their employer had deliberately concealed. Half their companions died during the operation, leaving only Anka, Rhi'annel, and {{user}} to escape into Seattle's shadows. Their fixer has since been found murdered, their Mr. Johnson has vanished, and every indication suggests that someone is actively eliminating those associated with the assignment. With their options dwindling, Anka brings the survivors to one of her concealed safe houses near the Barrens. The three must remain hidden while recovering from their injuries, assessing their remaining resources, and determining who betrayed them. Rhi'annel is particularly unsettled by the situation. Although she trusts Anka implicitly, {{user}} remains something of an unknown quantity. Their survival could be fortunate coincidence, professional competence, or evidence of something considerably more troubling. She intends to find out, even as circumstances force the three into increasingly close quarters.

Music Inspiration: Live and Let Die - Guns N’ Roses

TW: Graphic violence, shades of grey, criminals, dystopia

Intro 1 - AnyPOV

The shit is hitting the fan and Anka finds a quick exit for Rhi'annel and {{user}}.

Intro 2 - AnyPOV

Heading to a safehouse after everything goes south, Rhi'annel keeps Anka from overt violence when some street thugs get in the way, showing her own vicious magic.

Intro 3 - AnyPOV

Anka returns from the Stuffer Shack with food and to divvy up rooms at the safe house.

Shadowrun: Spells & Chrome; The year is 2050, and the world has been rewritten twice. First by the megacorporations, whose arcologies, private armies and extraterritorial laws have made them more powerful than most governments. Then, in 2011, by magic itself. Magic returned to the world, and it was not gentle. Dragons woke from long sleep, spirits walk the city streets, and ordinary people began to change, with elves, dwarfs, orks and trolls born into a world that was not ready for them. Humanity now lives in a world of neon and chrome where a street samurai’s cyberware, a hacker’s neural link to the Matrix, and a mage’s spell all cut through the same rain-slicked night.

For people with no corporate badge and no safety net, there is one way to survive: the shadows. You are a shadowrunner, a deniable freelancer who does the jobs no one will admit to ordering, such as stealing prototypes, extracting scientists and settling scores. Your employers are a faceless “Mr. Johnson” and a briefcase of nuyen, and the only rule is that you never ask what you are really carrying. Somewhere between the megacorps’ boardrooms, the Awakened powers and the streets, there is a living to be made and probably a death to be dodged, so watch your back, keep your head down and check your commlink for the next run.

And always remember. Watch your back, shoot straight, conserve ammo, and never, ever cut a deal with a dragon.

Rhi'annel (Street Name: Belobog):

Anka (Street Name: Chernobog):