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[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
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@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
@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.
@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.
@savesthefish //> The End of the World
"You're having fun."
Her pause draws out before she even begins to speak, a silence that somehow buzzes with the energy of an interrupted thought. She has that ability. Like her thinking is half audible, a signal you could catch if you had the right glove. Instead it's just a buzz and her eyes stay fixed, too absorbed in her task of turning the rest of whatever it is she's got inside out. Doing her best to divine what makes it tick.
“All work and no play...” she sing-songs after a beat... but doesn't finish the adage. She traces the pathing laid out by the motherboard, to ribbon, to wire. Clean. Straightforward, yet— “Very twisty-tidy.”
@savesthefish kind of sort of sent a meme
This doesn't happen often. Not lately anyway — there's a thought. There used to be more of their type, even as a fringe population of the zones. It's a thought to be examined later. The more pressing thing is this, their standoff that isn't a standoff. Both precisely aware, without any real evidence, but sure of who they face. What they face. Confirming it by trying to get the measure of the other.
For the Jack, the measure most important is why. Why did this 'crow shed his hood. Renegade or plant? Mirror or-
"I have a terrible work ethic."
It catches Jack off guard, the quick call. He'd still been weighing. Counting chances and potential costs. They could both do that all day, no doubt. In that, understanding: might as well throw it out there, and bring it to focus.
He laughs lightly. Not relaxed, but a step closer to it, perhaps.
“I've got 'confused priorities'.”
@savesthefish said: what about the 'protective' prompts but instead of any of them it's connor literally saying to Wren, when she tells him he doesn't owe her anything/isn't responsible for her just bc he found her, etc etc, and Connor says, plainly:
"You were alone." Of course he helped her. What other option was there? Make her more alone than she already was? He wasn't cruel. "Don't mention it."
DRAMATIC & PROTECTIVE RELATIONSHIP PROMPTS / ACCEPTING ↷
Wren looks at Connor, and doesn’t find a valid counterargument. He’s so... sincere and direct, it takes her by surprise, a little.
❝ I guess I can’t argue with that. ❞ She would probably do the same thing. She’s less used to being on the receiving end of someone’s kindness, not because people aren’t kind to her, but because it’s usually with the context of her being in a position of power. A position she’s not even truly realised she was in, until she lost it; here she’s no one. No one people expect great things from, but also no one with any sort of... say in anything. ❝ Thank you. ❞
the way he has somehow methodically avoided a single bingo. this is from connor i am just signed into the wrong blog
*vin vc* if only you were holding a sword, i might have considered it
(one of vin's favorite running gags is pretending he's madly in love with connor, never gets old)
he was aware connor is his Type but his romantic and friendship types overlap quite a lot he just likes a certain type of person (intelligent & independent are the two most important words here)
connor is one of his favorite people, in fact. he likes that they think the same way and are on the same level, most of the time.
vin says he will happily take connor on a date (fake date stakeout where they pretend to be in love while they search for a criminal).