Recent content by Nikolai Drexler

His fingers tapped against the cantina counter while watching them both. It was more aggressive than it had any right to be, but that was what you got when you cut your flesh off and replaced it with metal that could punch through concrete. They were eager to prove themselves. That much was...

@Jocelyn Tashiro | @Salem "The fixer did." Which was exactly why he was wondering why he was asked for this job. Stealth was not his forte. But looking at Jocelyn and then at the man joining them soon after, the answer was already given. Nikolai was here as an insurance policy. If they...

@Catriona Devine "Why not? We all got a career in front of us." Finally taking his jacket and putting it around his shoulders. "Does it matter if you earn your cash on your back or with a gun in your hand?" Picking out a cigarette and lighting it up. "That is to say, not just the desperate...

@Jocelyn Tashiro | @Salem A scrapping and grating noise she'd soon identify was Nikolai sighing. "Then we wait." Pulling out cigarette, offering the carton to her as well for one, but lighting it up regardless of her desire or lack thereof. There was a "No Smoking" sign. The waitress looked...

@Jocelyn Tashiro | @Salem The next one into the establishment could have been unassuming if every step he took didn't trigger a metal detector several miles away. That is how much metal Nikolai Drexler had forged into his meat. He didn't do freelance jobs often. No need for them. Arasaka paid...

It was probably for the best that @Catriona Devine didn't suggest out loud that he should be a joy toy with his layers of talent. Maybe Nikolai wouldn't give a shit, but was it really worth the risk? Especially after already cutting short the session and leaving him... unsatisfied to some...

A slow stretch there as he began to loosen his jacket. "Oh, darling... you have been mine since you closed the door behind us." The usual things happened afterwards. The things that often happen in dirty hotel rooms once cash was exchanged. There was sex. There was alcohol and cigarettes...

@Catriona Devine Ophelia. Gods, she really was some fancy pantsy college girl. Maybe trying to pay her way through it, maybe desperate for some other reason. She reeked of desperation and if Nikolai was a good man he would have helped her. Some advice, some kind words, hell, just giving her...

Yeah because he didn't ask if she had sex before. A virgin as a sex worker? They weren't in a tragic rags to riches story. But her reaction told him everything he needed to know. He was her first. Internally he sighed at that. Next time he'd need to be a bit more specific about his needs. The...

Name: Nikolai Drexler Reason: Monthly Thread Title: N/A Money Earned: 7000 Link to Thread: N/A Staff Approved: @Nefadar

Some people paid good money to have a toy that was practically unmarred by metal and cybernetics. Most whores at this level where decked out on it. Cheap shit, more plastic than steel, but wired to tune-down their pain receptors or to recede into a shelter while their bodies were used in any...

He took the glass and gave it a soft sip before finishing the rest of it in a single shot. Glass put down. It wouldn't do wonders to assuage her concerns about him being a violent drunk or not. Nikolai looked as she returned to her cigarette. "I smoke a pack or two a day, you won't find me...

Proserpina. Well, that was a haughty as fuck name. He looked her over once more, taking note of some things when she turned her back to him. Definitely some sort of intellectual, because the usual working girl didn't go past "Diamond" or "Lavender". Which was going to be interesting because...

He wore something incognito and unassuming. The like of a solo merc on their downtime. It showed he was deadly, but without the showy force of Arasaka excellence. It didn't truly matter. Nobody would give a shit that an Arasaka Intelligence Officer was heading off to fuck some new meat. As...

Scene: The Conference Room, Arasaka Tower – Counter-Intelligence Level Nikolai Drexler sat among the Intelligence personnel and listened to their boss. He was concerned. The boss was clearly unhappy and that usually had a way of filtering down like shite through a sewer line until it got dumped...