#lovedbyaster

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@lovedbyaster asked "Whoa, man," TK's a paramedic: his instinct is to lift both hands as though to catch this random guy on the street, 'cause he's SEEN people just drop cold before, "you're bleeding. Hey. I'm a paramedic, can - hey-" shit, actually, he's bleeding a lot. "Can I take a look?" (Consider.... shane stabbed in an alley or sth? Either tk is travelling in canada or shane is in austin. Either way. TK *might* recognise him eventually.)

Shane was always vaguely aware that some hockey fans were fucking insane. The guys that had followed out of the bar had been those types of fans, and the scuffle really hadn’t seemed like much at the time. Shane hadn’t even realized he’d been stabbed. He thought he’d just taken a really bad hit to the ribs, and that he was sweating. A little denial never hurt him. He really didn’t think Texas cared that much about hockey.

“What?” He said, blinking at the man that was speaking to him. He knew that he had a split lip but he’d thought he’d cleaned that up better. Ignoring the fact that he was walking around in a daze and the side of his jacket was red.

[unrely]

CLOSED STARTER for @lovedbyaster >> Connor

Vin slides it onto Connor's desk without thinking he needs to explain it - he's not expecting it when Connor speaks, though, in hindsight, it could easily have been something for a case. Fair enough.

"House key," Vin answers, taking a few steps back to re-enter the conversation with Connor, so they're not talking across the room. "Not that you need it, probably break in easy enough. Make it easier, though. And if you need to check on Ori -" He shrugs. They're in a dangerous line of work. They've never mentioned it aloud, but like many things, he thinks they understand each other all the same. If Connor ever goes unexpectedly missing, the first thing he's doing is checking to ensure Markus is safe: that it wasn't politically motivated, or he wasn't caught in he crossfire, that perhaps the attack happened at home. If Vin goes missing, he expects someone to check on the safety of his daughter. He expects the first person to think of it would be Connor.

"Or lunch or . . . I don't know, steal something from my house. Your key. Do what you want with it."

[clochanam]

" hey, connor, this is aisling. " she's aware that phone records are a thing of significance in most, if not all, criminal investigations. whether or not that includes what's said during the conversation is beyond her, albeit a lingering concern relating to privacy. but nonetheless, she finds some cell of herself that might have been an oscar-worthy actress in another life, and coaxes it into action for the purpose of this singular phone call.

" sorry for the late call, i hope i'm not disturbing anything! it's just been a minute, so... actually, the kids and i were talking about you just this morning! you know how in law & order they can bring up phone records and play recordings of the phone conversation? is that a real thing, or is that just something they do for dramatic effect on television? i'm telling you, the kids are at war over this, the house is divided, we could really use an expert opinion on this one! "

and on the woman fast asleep on the guest bed with bloody hands and close to a thousand missed calls on her phone. but she'd like to make sure this is a safe conversation to have before she continues. best to have connor aware of whatever he might be agreeing to do here.

@lovedbyaster / s.c.

[clochanam]

it's very rare to be left speechless in the diner. she's been working here ever since she arrived in the country, she's seen it all, proposals gone horribly wrong, customers trying to cook in the kitchen to get their meal for free, one guy threw his plate like a frisbee and it shattered so hard against the wall that a large piece got stuck in the plaster. last week, a little girl threw a tantrum that involved her racing around to all the tables and throwing other customers' food to the ground. just an hour ago, in a move that resulted in the diner actually closing early, a young man got so excited over his exam results that he swung out his arms in delight, caught an unsuspecting motorcyclist in the head, and her helmet shattered the large window covering one stretch of the diner.

both parties are fine. they made perfectly sure of that. no charges will be pressed, either; richard knows a guy, after all. the point is, she's seen a lot of stuff go down from the angle of the diner.

but when a young lady with blonde hair walks in, dazed, highly likely in shock, shakily approaching the horrified edwina, she has to re-evaluate just how much she's really seen. the woman speaks hoarsely, but audibly. she pays for her black americano with a card that she seems to hold grimly, and takes a seat at a booth in the farthest possible corner of the diner, where she stares with a myriad of expressions at her phone screen, seemingly oblivious to the blood that coats the hands that cradle coffee cup and phone alike.

" i'll call-- "

" no. no, don't call anyone. just go on upstairs, okay? i'll look after her. just go upstairs, try and stay calm. i'll... i'll give connor a buzz later on, right? you go on ahead, 'wina, it's all okay now. "

she doesn't move again until edwina has vanished in the corridor, and her footsteps are heard on the landing overhead. then, and only then, does aisling collect a forest-green first-aid kit from the counter, a wedge of rhubarb tart, and a can of cidona before approaching the lady in the corner. it's with a gentle, quiet tone that she speaks again. " miss? hi... i'm sorry to bother you, only, you look like you might be hurt. i was wondering if you'd like me to sit with you for a bit, just to clean you up a little? my name's aisling, i have first-aid training. "

@lovedbyaster / s.c.

[normaltothemax]

@lovedbyaster is letting me test Yelena

Yelena was still a little dusty, hair still a little singed at the ends, from her last fight. But she was also starving. Hadn’t even bothered picking out a nice outfit, or doing her hair to go out and eat by herself. Instead, she’d traded her catsuit for her comfiest sweatsuit and picked the first restaurant she’d come across.

She had clearly made the right choice.

“Mm. Oh, this is so good.” She still had food in her mouth, tucked into her cheek, when she spoke, feeling the need to express how much she enjoyed her dumplings immediately. Pointing at her plate, she asked the woman, “Did you make these?”

[unrely]

@detectiveconnor // continued from here

[sms] I have. It was mostly urine. Not human

[sms] I thought you were having a movie night. Why are you in a grocery store?

[sms] Rat? Dog?

[sms] Thank you for making Hank pay btw

[sms] Getting ice cream

[unrely]

@detectiveconnor // continued from here

Of everyone who had asked, Connor was perhaps least certain about Detective Tserendorj. It was not that Connor was necessarily trying to 'get away' with the murder; he had killed a man, deliberately, and if there were someone among his friends who wanted to draw a line there and have him arrested he probably would not have gone along with it, because he had things to do, but he would have understood the decision to at least try. But Divinity... Connor did not know how he would take it. He supposed he (Connor) did not have the background knowledge enough to take a guess. Was this going to cost them something? He would not lie on the face of it, anyway, so really it did not matter. All of this, thought in a single cycle of his LED, a breath that did not even flicker. Connor himself breathed, level headed. Not afraid and not angry and not vindictive in the least. It had been out of his hands; he'd made the decision entirely on his own but that decision his decision) would have been the same in any set of similar circumstances regardless of who happened to be in the centre of them. Plainly, "The options I had weren't ideal." He had... there was a lot more to this than that, but it was truthful, anyway. For clarity's sake, he nodded, not at all looking to dodge the truth of it: "I killed him."

He's not really asking because he isn't sure if Connor did it. The bullet, the timing, Connor's presence nearby. The way he hadn't started investigating the scene but simply stood there as if he already understood. It's easy enough to put together.

What he's really asking is: are you going to tell me?

The answer, it seems is yes, which puts Vin in a rather difficult position. His loyalty to his friend is always going to win when placed against any organization, even the government that he serves. For a detective, in truth, he cares very little of what the law has claimed as right and wrong. He doesn't really serve politicians or any of the documents they've forged. He serves the people. He serves his people.

" . . . Should I ask? " Vin says, after some thought. Would it be better if he didn't know anything? If Connor chooses to face this in court, he could be called to speak against him. He could also be called to speak for him. He could also - Vin hopes Connor understands - sneak Connor out of the country by tomorrow morning. He doubts Connor would ever ask it of him, knowing how much he loves his city, how little he likes going around anything. But he would do it.

[unrely]

@detectiveconnor said:

[ PULL ] : sender takes receiver by the hand to help them to their feet after they've fallen or been knocked over. / this one but for. Vin's daughter. Whose name escapes me but only bc i am mobile and squeezing this in between doing work fkhskaja love u

The world shifts as Ori is pulled upward from where she'd been knocked flat on her ass. Onto a mat, at least, and she's had worse injuries during practice than a simple tumble.

" You're really good, " Orianna compliments, though she's wincing at herself. It's been a while since she's practiced - she'd been knocked down embarrassingly quickly actually. " Obviously. Detective. How'd you do that? "

She's not even sure how she'd fallen, just been upright one second and down the next, without even having seen Connor move.

" Can you teach me? " She straightens up with an enthusiastic energy about her, shaking off the failure. She looks eager at the idea of learning something new, almost as eager as she'd been at the idea of sparring with a detective to which she'd given an enthusiastic 'fuck yes' before apologizing for the profanity. Maybe he can teach her how to do that thing where you disarm someone and empty the bullet chamber in like two seconds. Connor totally know how to do that, right? He has the VibeTM for it.