If the water is too clear, there is no fish.

[anarrowtotheeye]

who. Xiahou Dun + anyone under the Omega sun, if there even is one.
what. Dun is meeting up with some people separately to discuss the weather neighbourhood watch. Other than that, he's free to interactions with anyone else while waiting/walking towards the appointed meeting spots.
where. The bar where York works, his martial arts centre, a quiet area of apartments, and Mordin's clinic will be the places where the meetings can be held. Otherwise, you can bump into him any time/anywhere when he's not discussing super secret details.
when. Over the course of the last week
warnings. None yet.


There are lots of people he has to meet if he wants this watch to succeed. The latest fire escapade proved that unless they stood with each other everyone else would regard them as nothing more than chess pieces in a game of Omega politics that frankly Dun wanted nothing to do with.

So for the past few days Dun has tried to set up a meeting with the following people at the following places:

Day 1. Mordin Sollus at his clinic.
Day 2. York at the bar she works at.
Day 3. Commander Shepard at a busy corner in the commercial district.
Day 4. Arcee at the quiet alleyway where they met, also near the commercial district.
Day 5. Marian Hawke at the quiet housing area they first met.

Although he is a man on a mission he's not adverse to stopping for a chat. Perhaps someone has bumped into him and tried to make off with something from his pocket? Or maybe he's been roughly shoved to the side by some aggressive Krogans and is in need of some help beating the crap out of them. Maybe you've seen him lingering around the area, and you're just wondering what this suspicious guy is up to. Or maybe you're in need of help yourself. Whatever it is, Dun's eyes and ears are open.

((OOC: Basically the meetings are locked between Dun and whoever he wants to meet, but anything else is fair game.))

Comments

[neverknocks]

[ As ever, crisis makes people want to drink, so The Quad's been pretty busy since the fire. But hey, at least the water shortage is over, and York doesn't have to worry about any customers accidentally dying of dehydration. Not that that's happened. She's pretty sure.

So York's been pretty busy at work, but not so busy that she doesn't notice when Dun comes into the bar. It's not that big of a place, after all. ]

Fancy seein' you here.

[anarrowtotheeye]

Yes, well, I came here to...

[Come one Dun, it's just one word and you know you were the one in the wrong. Spit it out.]

...apologize. For my behaviour the other day. It was rude and uncalled for, and I did not carry myself well.

[neverknocks]

[ York raises an eyebrow, slowly. It sounds genuine, although the guy looks like he's really struggling with himself. But that's a good thing, she thinks. ]

Yeah, I'll admit, you weren't exactly at your noble best, there. Awful of big of you to come and apologize.

[anarrowtotheeye]

I have apologized for far worse, so there is no need to commend me for doing what's right.

Seeing as there aren't many customers around right now, I'm sure your manager will not protest if I buy you a drink. And if he does, then I will be sure to...persuade him otherwise.

[fightforthelost]

[Busy indeed. Shepard's out on his own mission to find a few merchants willing to deal with him and his people without reporting it to the mercs or Aria herself. It's not like he can hide the fact that he's Commander Shepard here on Omega -- everybody knows he's here, but at least he can try and make sure that the players on Omega don't know that his people are building their own arsenal in case things go to shit again.

For the moment he's leaning against a corner and checking his omni-tool, typing out some notes to go over later with some of the crew.]

[anarrowtotheeye]

[Dun's glad to see him there when he turns the corner into the area. With a nod at Shepard's direction, he heads over and greets him politely.]

I hope the day fares you well, Commander Shepard. Thank you for coming. I have certain things to discuss with you that might hold your interest.

[fightforthelost]

[Shepard punches a few more buttons on his omni-tool before shutting it off and standing up straighter to greet Dun.]

Had better days, but that's not important. What's on your mind?

[It's obviously important. At least Shepard is hoping it's important since he does have things to do, but Dun does have his full attention.]

[anarrowtotheeye]

I'm going to start a patrol for this district. Nothing complicated, just a simple guard that's dedicated to protecting the civilians of the Zeta district. You're a man who can hold his own in a battle; we could use someone like you.

[distortedscream]

[Finally forced to land when realizing he'd strayed into too enclosed a space with tightly packed buildings, Starscream landed on a rooftop. He crouched down, sourly observing the scene. Apartment buildings, he supposed. Not much going on. Serene, even.

It wasn't a soothing sight.]

[anarrowtotheeye]

[The sound of metal folding over one another as plates slid back into place and gears whirled and clicked was a somewhat familiar one for Dun, having met Arcee a few weeks ago. Still, it is only a ghost of a sound now even with how quiet the apartment area is. Dun looks around, expecting to see a flash of blue metal, but there no one in sight.

He probably should've looked up.]

[distortedscream]

Why does no one ever look up?

[Low yet audible growl. The human must've heard his transformation mechanism, but apparently could not figure out the direction of the sound, something that Starscream couldn't fathom.]

[anarrowtotheeye]

[Well. What is that dark shape up on the roof? Dun immediately draws his weapon out of it's sheath and adopts a defensive stance; he does recognize the being as something akin to Arcee, but as to whether it's hostile or not is a different story altogether.]

Because normal people don't walk on rooftops. Who are you and what are your intentions?

[fun_police]

[Dun would find the alleyway occupied on the fourth Day, but not by Arcee. Not yet, anyway. One could probably assume that the larger mech standing in her place was probably an agent or a friend of hers. Omega didn't exactly have the largest population of sentient transforming robots. But then again, it was also dangerous to make assumptions.

Prowl had arrived early. He may not be the most charismatic individual, but he was nothing if not punctual. And the increasing civilian organization that Arcee had mentioned had fully piqued his interest.]

[ninjabike]

[Punctual was not the main reason for why she was also in the general area of the alley at the same time as Prowl. Recon was the main priority as she moved around to find the best vantage points. Already knowing that despite the interest generated, she was mostly there as a second pair of eyes and not really part of the discussion.

Sitting just out of sight of most organics, but still in scanning range of Prowl was finally chosen that allowed her to watch both ends of the alley and listen to what was likely to be an interesting conversation.

She wondered if she should have given the human some warning about who he was actually meeting. Then thought better of it as surprise was always a good way to learn just how sincere someone may be...Or how well they could act at least.]

[anarrowtotheeye]

[Another one of these iron creatures? Dun can only guess that either Arcee's message had been intercepted or that this metallic being was sent by her. Either way though, he's got his guard up and he all but marches up to the living machine.]

Where's Arcee?

[Straight and to the point, this one is.]

[fun_police]

[Indeed. He silently watches Dun as he approaches, analyzing his expression and mannerisms before picking his words.]

Occupied.

Arcee and I are from the same military command unit. Whatever you discuss with me will be forwarded down to her.

[As official a statement as one can get on this station. Whether Dun chooses to believe it or not is up to him.]

[falcon_bait]

[It had been nearly two weeks since his arrival, and Otoya still couldn't shake his feelings of unrest. Everything about Omega felt wrong, as well as everything about the people he had met thus far. Aliens. Wizards. A part of him still expected to wake up in Tokyo. He would even be comforted by waking up in a Tokyo Sanitarium.

Today found Otoya in the markets. He had yet to fully explore the area, having stayed away from heavy crowds since his arrival. Necessity more than anything else drove him out of hiding. On Omega, credit cards and yen were worthless. Food required credits. Credits required a job. And so he made his way through the crowded space, zeroing in on possible technology shops. Might as well learn something in the process.

About halfway through, Otoya spotted a somewhat familiar face. Or at least familiar clothing, and bowed in Dun's direction.]

[anarrowtotheeye]

[Oh, it was that kid from the landing pad. Dun returns the bow with a nod, but he reproaches Otoya somewhat with a slightly grumpy tone.]

Are you sure you want to keep up with such outdated traditions? Common courtesy seems to be dead among Omega's customs.

[falcon_bait]

[As he had suspected, it was the self-same man he had met on his first day in this strange place. Given his attitude, Otoya assumed that Dun had yet to find who he had been looking for. Again the student pondered at the selection process of the phenomena, but that would have to wait. Coming up from his bow, Otoya offered the other Asian a polite smile]

That doesn't mean that it should die out among us. Forgive me. It's been ingrained in me since I was a child.

[anarrowtotheeye]

Hmph. Someone who finally makes sense.

So, how are you doing boy? Not in need of any help, I hope.

[unyieldingly]

[Hawke's not so certain she wants to have another round with Dun, but he seemed interested in something and she's fairly curious to know what that is. If nothing else, she can give him the benefit of the doubt and meet him anyway, even if they just launch into another argument.

She's still tired from using her magic to give water out a few weeks ago, even more so after the fire fight. But she's recovered well enough, thankfully, even if there's still a few kinks to work out here and there. Not everyone has as much power back as they wish. And the mercenary groups are acting up. She's been skirting around them carefully.

The housing area's quiet, as before, and she goes to find a fairly discreet place to wait for him. She has a feeling he's already there somewhere, though, and she goes to the exact area where they met to look.]

[anarrowtotheeye]

[And like dejavu, she finds him surrounded by a group of mercenaries. The Bloodpackers are back and ready to have another go at the civilians of the Zeta district. Like Hell Dun was going to let them, and thus he'd landed himself in yet another predicament yet again. Still, she's come to the prelude; the over-confident posturing and swagger of the krogan leader and the underlying anger of his subordinates were met with Dun's cocky and powerful confidence. They wanted him to beg for mercy; Dun was giving them a ten seconds to run for their lives.]

[unyieldingly]

[Isn't this a familiar sight?

Hawke pauses as she catches sight of the scene, staying out of the circle of trouble he's found himself in. Her eyes are on the krogan leader as she watches, her eyes going from him to Dun. He doesn't seem to be in any danger just yet but Hawke isn't going to hide this time. Instead, she's going to let him make the first move.

But there's power already at her fingertips as she summons up her magic, and she's ready to fight.]

[salarian_savant]

[Most people don't make appointments for Mordin at his clinic. Largely, they just show up and that's that. He'll see everyone eventually. It's a perk of having the clinic open continuously.

He'll be done and waiting promptly for Dun's arrival. By done and waiting, that actually means sealing a number of wounds of people in the waiting room. Just the quick and easy ones, and he'll be washing his hands when the man shows up.]

[anarrowtotheeye]

[You can't stop old habits. Dun still knocks on the door, but when he's certain he's allowed in he steps in to see Mordin. There's some dried up blood on his shoulder, but otherwise he seems healthy.]

Another busy day? It's almost like an endless cycle; you must be frustrated that it never ends.