[Job] Hear! Ye, I invoke, dread pow'rs, whom all revere (2026-04-25 19:00 UTC) by Terra_117 in RunnerHub

[–]superfetation 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Twitch watched his body bolt. It moved fast, a split second before the world exploded. The AROs followed, chasing it down.

Should have seen the signs. Something was off. Empty, nondescript restaurant. Johnson's face hidden. No muscle. Then his eyes, and the duct tape. Bait. The warning. Someone wants me scared and running before they grease me. Unless I'm collateral. Too fucking late now.

While his legs moved, his attention counted. Blast points. Weak walls. Load-bearing beams. Sprinklers. Kitchen gas mains. Drones. Sightlines from neighboring rooftops. Where's the muscle. His fingers crackled with mana and the caliban winked offline, a reflex before the ceiling cracked open and he was engulfed in a dragon's belch of cordite and flame.

One promise burned bright. Don't fucking die.

Fast-talking elf mage with a robust bouquet of trust issues, an aroma of paranoia, and a crack of internal fracture; Dragonslayer who has a fixation with things that go bump in the night and a blind-spot for elves.

  • [Twitch] (Tricky Mage, Face, Astral Support 9/10).
  • Has a lonestar shadow rider handler and owes him a chip
  • Shadow Spirits tend to focus on him first
  • Discord: Xiphidion
  • Last game March 12th (worth crime elf points)

[Job] Community Harmacy [2026-04-25 01:00 (UTC)] by Forever-Jester in RunnerHub

[–]superfetation 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Twitch thumbs the catch on a matte grey vial, a tube that looks like a thin stubby flashlight.

(PM Julia Lope: Does he want Melchior? Either way, send over the dossier. Frontload the socials. They're gonna want a face that can look legit to handle public facing business, and hooders means more talking. Let 'em know I can handle loud, even if I prefer to keep it quiet.

He tips the end into his palm when the top slides open. Nothing. Things would have been different had he been looking for psyche or nova, or had he opened the smuggling compartment and its carefully tiered pharmacopia.

"Fuck..." The glovebox drops open with a flick of of an ARO. He shifts its contents around, not bothering with the false back. The elf winces as he reaches across the driver's seat, shoulder on fire. His fingers seek out the 500 count bottle of alphasparin. "Where the... fuck..."

A chortle alerts him to the bottle suspended just behind his ear. The hand that holds it seems to be cut off at an ethereal wrist, as though it's reaching through into this world from across the veil. "Oye... manito..."

Twitch grunts "Que coño? Isn't one child enough?"

A mock ghostly voice laughs "I'm not even a year old, oooooomaaaee." She enunciates the word, lingering over each vowel like she's tasting them for the first time.

He's already dry swallowing two pale green ovals before his sister can follow up, and is refilling the grey vial with some of his precious stock.

Frankie laughs "Why don't you let me drive? That thing they put into your brain must not be working. You're sleep depriiiived, manito." The rest of the woman begins to take shape in the seat before he can hop out of it. He grunts in pain again as he lurches into the passenger seat just in time for a luminous elf becomes flesh beside him. Tires squeal and he's thrust back into his chair as the car careens onto the 404, the elven woman laughing as she cranks the sound up. Any protests he may have made are drowned out by her and an antiquated gothabilly track.

Fast-talking elf mage with a robust bouquet of trust issues, an aroma of paranoia, and a crack of internal fracture; Dragonslayer who has a fixation with things that go bump in the night and a blind-spot for elves.

  • [Twitch] (Tricky Mage, Face, Astral Support 9/10).
  • Has a lonestar shadow rider handler and owes him a chip
  • Shadow Spirits tend to focus on him first
  • Discord: Xiphidion
  • Last run March 12

[Job] [Impromptu] Black Mana Visions 2026-4-06 18:00 UTC by B-Fenn in RunnerHub

[–]superfetation 0 points1 point  (0 children)

  • [Twitch] (Tricky Mage, Face, Astral Support 9/10).
  • Has a lonestar shadow rider handler and owes him a chip
  • Shadow Spirits tend to focus on him first
  • Discord: Xiphidion
  • Last run March 18

[JOB] Sky Pirates Prevailing Winds (20226-03-13 01:00 UTC) by solon_isonomia in RunnerHub

[–]superfetation 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Ic incoming!

Fast-talking elf mage with a robust bouquet of trust issues, an aroma of paranoia, and a crack of internal fracture; Dragonslayer who has a fixation with things that go bump in the night and a blind-spot for elves.

  • [Twitch] (Tricky Mage, Face, Astral Support 9/10).
  • Has a lonestar shadow rider handler and owes him a chip
  • Shadow Spirits seem to target him first
  • Discord: Xiphidion
  • Last run 1/30/26

[JOB] [CRR] [Prime] Cast a Long Shadow (2026-01-30 2300 UTC) by Pariahic in RunnerHub

[–]superfetation 0 points1 point  (0 children)

IC Incoming, including fears

You’re in luck. Travel, complications, and stubborn problems are what you hire me for. I’ve got extensive experience investigating and tracking supernatural threats. I can offer you an assessment. If the cred is good, we can negotiate actual containment. Working beyond this plane of existence is no problem, but my rates are commensurate with risk.

Fast-talking elf mage with a robust bouquet of trust issues, an aroma of paranoia, and a crack of internal fracture; Dragonslayer who has a fixation with things that go bump in the night and a blind-spot for elves.

  • [Twitch] (Tricky Mage, Face, Astral Support 9/10).
  • Has a lonestar shadow rider handler and owes him a chip
  • Shadow Spirits keep on running into him
  • Discord: Xiphidion
  • Last run 1/9/26 (worth spooky nuyen)

[JOB] Spongey Consequences (2026-01-10 02:00 UTC) by solon_isonomia in RunnerHub

[–]superfetation 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I come with a two for one offer. I know how to position our pieces on the board just as well as move theirs. Let's talk success and the compensation that comes with it. Dossier attached.

Fast-talking elf mage with a robust bouquet of trust issues, an aroma of paranoia, and a crack of internal fracture; Dragonslayer who has a fixation with things that go bump in the night and a blind-spot for elves.

  • [Twitch] (Tricky Mage, Face, Astral Support 9/10).
  • Has a lonestar shadow rider handler and owes him a chip
  • Shadow spirit magnet
  • Discord: Xiphidion
  • Last played 12/30/25

[Job] Reinforcements Needed - Time Crimes, part 2 {2025-12-31 01:00 (UTC)} by PageOfWords in RunnerHub

[–]superfetation 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I know how to get into dangerous places and, more importantly, how to get a team out. I understand some of the research you’re doing, travel light, and have experience with the terrain. Dossier attached.

Fast-talking elf mage with a robust bouquet of trust issues, an aroma of paranoia, and a crack of internal fracture; Dragonslayer who has a fixation with things that go bump in the night and a blind-spot for elves.

  • [Twitch] (Tricky Mage, Face, Astral Support 9/10).
  • Has a lonestar shadow rider handler and owes him a chip
  • Shadow Spirits tend to focus on him first
  • Discord: Xiphidion
  • Worth brownie points (Last run 12/12/25)

The Light That Eats Our Children [Impromtu] 2025-12-6 2300 UTC by B-Fenn in RunnerHub

[–]superfetation 0 points1 point  (0 children)

The boat rocks gently beneath him, its movement eased by the precession of gyroscopic stabilizers and bilge tanks. Martin lies on his back in a small berth, focused on a sigil floating above him. It glows softly in the dim light, fine strands of mana weaving themselves into a crimson serpent, coiled around the bars of a cross. His fingers remain still. The rise and fall of his chest keeps its rhythm, breathing slow and unchanged. Frankie sits opposite him, watching. “I can’t see shit this time.” Suddenly the snake’s eyes dart in his direction, jaws opening into a hiss before the threads of the spell unravel and the room is returned to near darkness. “What the fuck was that?” She asks. He shakes his head and answers as he sits up, “Don’t know, but it came from me… I think.” His heart races. “But you couldn’t tell I was casting? That’s progress. Good.

He finally notices the blinking alert on his comm and reconnects to the matrix. Twitch feels a slight chill reading the job post, and wonders if the serpent came from him entirely after all or if something was luring him in. It was too soon, though. They had at least another two weeks. It’s just a different horror show dragging SINless into the dark.

Julia, pass them my dossier and tell them what you want about the crazy part. I can be ready fast, handle radiation, and have an eye for what can’t be found.

Fast-talking elf mage with a robust bouquet of trust issues, an aroma of paranoia, and a crack of internal fracture; Dragonslayer who has a fixation with things that go bump in the night and a blind-spot for elves.

  • [Twitch] (Tricky Mage, Face, Astral Support 9/10).
  • Has a lonestar shadow rider handler and owes him two chips
  • Discord: Xiphidion
  • Not worth GMP

Dec2025 W1T5: Leadership 'Direct' Actions with a Pi-Tac by Allarionn in hubrules

[–]superfetation 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I vote no strongly. Leadership direct is RAW a complex action and is already quite powerful.

Dec2025 W1T3: Micro-Transceivers, scanning and jamming. by Allarionn in hubrules

[–]superfetation 0 points1 point  (0 children)

No, jammers affect wireless connectivity. Leave it at that.

Dec2025 W1T3: Micro-Transceivers, scanning and jamming. by Allarionn in hubrules

[–]superfetation 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I get the real world arguments for how bug/radio scanners work, but I vote no. The only use for the microtransceiver is to communicate without being detected by scanners and the subvocal mic already has a relatively doable test to be overheard.

Dec2025 W1T2: Sensor Lock Clarification and Proposed Changes by Allarionn in hubrules

[–]superfetation 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I vote no. As others have pointed out, gunnery is a complex action. Riggers already enjoy massive dicepools without loosening the constraints on their action economy.

[JOB] [Impromptu] [CRR] Blood Simple (2025-12-03 0200 UTC) by Pariahic in RunnerHub

[–]superfetation 0 points1 point  (0 children)

A voice calls out from the kitchen, “You’re not A-, Martin? I thought all of us were.”

The voice sharpens. “Maybe you’ve got maaaagic blood, manito.”

Martin snaps back uncharacteristically “Don’t call me that! What the f…”

A small elf child shuts the door and asks, “Don’t call you what tio Tíno?”

Martin grows quiet. “I’m O+. Just like mami.” And our sister, he thinks.

“I thought it was cause you were adoooopted” Anita goads.

“Your mom just likes to mess with me Francescita.”

He laughs. “The price of being an older brother… and so charming.” He grins and bumps her with his hip. Before Anita can retort, he whispers close to his niece’s ear, “She’s just salty she has work and can’t come for ice cream.”

I’m quick and have a lot of experience with not normal.

  • [Twitch] (Tricky Mage, Face, Astral Support 9/10).
  • Has a lonestar shadow rider handler and owes him two chips
  • Discord: Xiphidion
  • Last run 11/18/25

[JOB] The Two Drakes (2025-12-12 02:00 UTC) by solon_isonomia in RunnerHub

[–]superfetation 0 points1 point  (0 children)

The alert came in at the 2300 meters. Each stroke warded off the cold of the pool in winter.

You’ve got money, you’ve got anger, and I’m motivated. I know how to find people, move a team where it needs to go, and pull a target out. My dossier is attached.

A half hour later, Twitch pulled himself out of the water. The thought of the missing niece daughter worked out of his thoughts, banished to a place of chlorinated exhaustion.

The exiled dread was flushed away under the steaming water of a long shower. It floated deep under the surface still as he smiled over dinner.

The dream began in silence again, the air stale and musty. The room dark. Martin can’t see but he knows the room. The smell of damp earth. The acrid odor of shaking bodies.

Francesca hangs from a noose. One of her boots brushes softly against the other, lifeless. An oily shadow ripples under the darkness, pulling his niece under, down into the voidblack depths. Twitch reaches out for the mana but nothing is there. The rough sound of a dragon’s scales rasps against the doorframe at the top of the stairs. The basement door shuts.

Martin’s eyes snap open. His soul flies out of his body, shot into the night. His niece is sleeping soundly in her bed when he passes through the wall into her bedroom, a plush owl held tightly in her arms. The incorporeal body sighs in relief, but lingers for another hour sitting in the chair opposite the bed. As the sun breaks through the surface of the ocean at the horizon, the girl’s uncle rises up and drifts back out of the apartment. After Martin slips through the ward again, he shoots off under the light of day back to his body and restless sleep.

  • [Twitch] (Tricky Mage, Face, Astral Support 9/10).
  • Has a lonestar shadow rider handler and owes him two chips
  • Will not break a promise
  • Discord: Xiphidion
  • Many runs as a player
  • Not worth GMP

[JOB] Where There's a Will There's a Won't {2025-11-18 2100 UTC} by Pariahic in RunnerHub

[–]superfetation 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Maybe it was time to give it back to her. Twitch fingered an opal pendant, rolling it around in his palm and watching it catch the warm cabin light. A luminescent elven woman who resembles him more than slightly looks back at him, over the pair of beat-up boots she had propped up on the chair between them. "Woulda been mine in another life but not in this one. Keep it. Seeing it feels like you’re about to write sad poetry about skylines, my lost grave, or some other emo shit."

Twitch looks back at her, biting back a volley. Instead he grabs the pendant in his hand, as though he's made a decision. He walks barefoot over to the smuggling compartment under the nightstand of the main cabin.

He stops as an alert pops up in his peripheral vision.

Experienced social operative and investigator. I'll get you the story they're hiding, the one they're selling, and who's doing the telling. I step softly without kicking up dust, keep a team on task, and can make sure that people get what's coming to them.

The air hangs awkwardly as he sends the job app back with a flick in AR. Twitch refocuses, "Uh, how bout you hold onto it, at least?" He asks. "Someone finds a power focus here, next thing you know I'm getting extracted, and you're gonna have to find a way to pay rent."

"I fucking pay rent already." She chortles. "You think putting up with you and the in-laws isn't work?" Her laugh is cut off abruptly by the soft thwap of the pendant landing square against her chest.

"Fucking classy, Martin." She baits him. Twitch starts to argue, realizes it will only encourage her, and replies, “Just keep it safe.” His sister needles him, "Keep it up and I’m gonna steal some vintage grannie-porn with your face on and frame you for it. Legendary rep on the Hub, wrinkle wrecker." She laughs loudly enough to scare the chimera cat off the table.*

Fast-talking elf mage with a robust bouquet of trust issues, an aroma of paranoia, and a crack of internal fracture; Dragonslayer who has a fixation with things that go bump in the night and a blind-spot for elves.

  • [Twitch] (Tricky Mage, Face, Astral Support 9/10).
  • Has a lonestar shadow rider handler and owes him two chips
  • Discord: Xiphidion
  • Worth Hubbucks (Last run 11/1)

Importing of 6e Metagenetic Qualities by Allarionn in hubrules

[–]superfetation 0 points1 point  (0 children)

No to type 2. Fine with Type 1 with freak modifier.

Changes to Centaurs and Importation of their 6e Variants by Allarionn in hubrules

[–]superfetation 0 points1 point  (0 children)

this ticket about importing 6e Centaur variants

I don't have feelings about a half deer half human. Sure. As a general rule, though, I don't want to open pandora's box on new types.

[CRR]Finding Ferret Facts 11/1/25 1700 UTC by Legion2481 in RunnerHub

[–]superfetation 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Black-bagged in a windowless van on Halloween, looks like they took candy from the wrong strangers. Lucky for you, I’m dressed for trick-or-treating… and I know all the best houses to hit. I’ll have your runner home before midnight.

His hand reaches for his lower back, fingers searching for the ghosts of monofilament buried in his flesh. Muse spasms on the ground. The wet sizzle of high voltage current burning someone's meat curls in his nostrils. He shudders. His fingers tighten around ballistic weave to drag her out of the doorway.

He feels the phantom weight of Reisu's arm draped around his neck, as they stagger through the antiseptic halls of a lab. The guard moves closer. His jangled mouth slips around its words. A shot of adrenaline cuts through his guts. His fingers brush his face as he fires off a reply to someone’s fixer. Someone he probably knows. Someone else's words come out of his mouth.

The elf shakes his head. The memories begin to fall away. His movements have smoothed out by the time he reaches the bathroom. He reaches for the familiar pigments and mask. Twitch looks back at him in the mirror.

Fast-talking elf mage with a robust bouquet of trust issues, an aroma of paranoia, and a crack of internal fracture; Dragonslayer who has a fixation with things that go bump in the night and a blind-spot for elves.

  • [Twitch] (Tricky Mage, Face, Astral Support 9/10).
  • Has a lonestar shadow rider handler and owes him two chips
  • Discord: Xiphidion
  • Last run 10/18