bakerstreet | you could be the corpse and i could be the killer

[ alright fam let's do it let him murder the shit out of u ]

[If you're open to crosscanon, I can put an MCU filter on this one pretty easy. She won't actually stay dead but murder would the most effective way to capture her and drag her soon-to-revive corpse into either Hydra or SHIELD custody depending on the era you wanted to go with.

And also she'd take like, way more excessive violence to take down than a normal human so if you wanna let loose with some Tarantino shit, I'm down for that too.]

[ would you want to do something where bruce becomes a target/gets depowered/etc? I'm down for actually killing him but I'd also love to do some slow burn stuff where hydra maybe has to figure out how to kill a guy who can hulk out. lmk! :) ]

[ 1000% down for it. The Winter Soldier could be the one tasked with bringing him in without him hulking out or something. Or even if you wanna flip it and wind up murdering the shit out of Bucko, that's fine too. The whole premise sounds fun. ]

[ yay! I think that premise has a lot of potential and we can see how it plays out. lemme know if you have any prefs and I'll write up a starter! ]

[ Nope, I am wide open and not even remotely squeamish / offended by anything, so. As long as it's a pre/during The Winter Soldier time period we gucci. ]

[ It's been three months, eleven days, and seven hours since Bruce left his life behind. After his accident, it didn't take long before Ross and the rest of the military were out to get him; destroying half a university would do that to you, he supposed. Giving himself up wasn't an option he was willing to consider, so he ran.

He ran and ran and kept running until he'd made his way over an ocean and halfway across a continent, through broken city-states and drug-ridden backalleys. He ran until he found a place where no one cared who he was as long as he could make them well again. It took a long time, but eventually he settled somewhat, built himself a ramshackle home on the edge of a little Nepali town and tried not to think too hard about the men who saw him as a monster.

Despite his attempts to create a new life for himself, being on the run for so long had made him paranoid - so much so that, for the past few days, he's become more and more convinced that someone's finally caught up to him. The signs are subtle to the point of invisibility: a breath of wind in the night, occasional odd behaviour from one of the local goats, nothing that would give anyone reason to worry. The feeling in his chest is undeniable, though. Perhaps it's got something to do with the creature living inside of him.

Whatever the reason, the feeling persists, and tonight he finds himself unable to sleep. Starlight seeps in through the holes in his roof, and he shivers despite the humidity coating his skin. Unable to remain still, he decides to get up and make some tea. The entire house is one large room, with a makeshift kitchen in the corner opposite his bedroll. As his feet pad across the floor, his eyes flick around nervously, but there's nothing there.

At least, nothing he can see. ]

[ Bruce is an intelligent man; not very many people would be perceptive enough to notice him, not with how carefully and how silently the soldier follows. He's never spotted, not even for a second, not by anyone of consequence. He's definitely there, though, for weeks. He does recon, he learns Bruce's habits, his nervous ticks, his regular behaviors. He learns that Bruce has no strong ties with anyone, no overnight visitors.

His mission calls for no witnesses and, if possible, no casualties. The world thinks Banner has gone missing, they won't search for him if he disappears further. Bystanders with a known connection to him, however, will arouse suspicion. He needn't have worried; Bruce is as isolated as the Winter Soldier himself.

He makes his move at night when Banner is supposed to be sleeping. He hovers in the darkness, blending into the shadows of a corner so dimly lit he practically sucks the remaining light from the room.

It's time.

This is a unique situation, a precarious one. He's been debriefed on the possible consequences of a bad encounter, but he's been stripped of things like primal fear. He feels only the mission, and so does not shy away from his instructions. In his hand is a syringe.

When Bruce turns his back to focus on his teapot, he moves silently forward intent to plunge the needle into his neck. ]

[ Bruce has good instincts, but he's not a soldier. In fact, he's never really been in fight - even when he was a kid, he always chose to run rather than confront the bullies who picked on him. Now that he's got the perfect weapon living inside of him, it doesn't seem like there's any reason to learn how to defend himself; if someone tries to attack him, he won't even have time to think before his body tears itself apart in its attempt to protect him.

So when he notices the motion behind him he's a second too late, his civilian reflexes no match for his shadow's enhanced abilities. He manages to get an arm up, but by the time he makes contact the syringe is in his neck. He twists, a shocked sound rising from his throat, but before he can do anything else that now-familiar sensation builds within him.

Green flashes in front of his eyes and there's the telltale sound of his clothes beginning to rip. He falls to his knees, and his right arm starts to swell - but then it stops, jerks, changes back to the weak peachy tone he's always had. He coughs once, twice; his teeth start to grind together, too big for his mouth, then too small. This goes on for another minute before it stops suddenly, leaving him weak and breathless on all fours in front of his assailant.

The syringe is still in his neck. ]

[ The syringe is essentially a god damn rhino tranquilizer mixed with something else, something Barnes isn't at liberty to know about. It's way above his pay grade, he's only heard mutterings that it's version 6.2 of a vaccine meant to neutralize the Hulk. He does not know if it works. He does not know what happened to the other 6.1 tests, how they tested it, how they know it failed.

It is not his mission to know. His mission is simply to inject, to capture, and to transport. If threatened, killing is on the table - but not here. Somewhere an incidental transformation can be monitored, somewhere they can pick up the Asset's corpse should he fail.

He stands back a few feet dispassionately as Banner's clothes shred, as his back arches, as he begins to shade a dark green. He feels no fear because the Asset does not feel fear. The Asset is not permitted to feel. A normal person with a decent head on their shoulders would have taken the opportunity to run. Not him. He simply stands, hands at his sides, expressionless and observing.

Banner does not turn. When his movements stop, the Asset takes that as his cue. He plucks the syringe from his neck and tucks it into one of the utility pockets in his vest. From another pocket he pulls a zip-tie, and in less than a second he's tugging Banner's left arm out from under him. It's followed swiftly by his right, wrists clamped together with a single metal hand while he slips a loop of plastic around them with the other. ]

[ Whatever he's been stuck with, it's simultaneously enough and not enough. He's still conscious; his vision is blurry, but he's definitely still awake. His limbs are slow to respond, and as the seconds tick by they begin to feel numb. His voice still works, however, and he manages several creative curse words in various languages as this man stands there and stares at him. It's humiliating to be so powerless.

It gets worse when he starts to be manhandled, his fingers useless despite his brain's urging to fight back, to punch and hit and grab and just do anything. The force exerted by that odd-looking arm is frightening, and Bruce's drugged brain slowly begins to realize that he's not going to die just yet.

It's his worst nightmare. He thought he'd gotten far enough away; he'd given up everything - work, friends, Betty - just to keep himself and the world safe. Where is he going to be taken? What will they make him do? The possibilities make him let out an anguished, frustrated cry and he tugs uselessly at his restraints, his body shaking. ]

[ The Soldier makes no indication that he understands the curses, though he certainly does. Has no real visible reaction to the struggling behind his mouth mask, doesn't seem to be phased by it whatsoever. Without the strength of the Hulk, Banner is essentially useless. He just doesn't stack up to super serum muscles or a robotic arm, so the Asset hauls him backward by his bound wrists up to his feet. ]

Переехать.

[ He orders in neutral, apathetic Russian. Not annoyed, distressed, pissed off, not anything. More machine than man, it seems, as he carelessly escorts Banner out of the shack. He doesn't seem sympathetic to the amount of tranquilizer running through him, doesn't seem to care that it makes Bruce's knees weak or his muscles uncooperative. He forces a clipped pace and simply strong-arms Banner into staying on his feet as they walk.

He's got a nondescript van about a mile up the road. He leads them through empty darkness toward it. ]

[ Pain lances through Bruce's shoulders as he's tugged upwards, his bare feet struggling to find purchase on the wooden floor. When he hears his kidnapper's voice, terror squeezes his heart for the first time. No human he's encountered has ever sounded so dispassionate, so completely void of emotion. He doesn't need to know what the word means to know he's being given an order.

He tries to struggle as he's led from the house, but it's all he can do to make his legs move normally; most of the time, he's just dragging his feet, stumbling over the bumpy ground. There are no stars overhead, and in the darkness his fear grows without restraint.

It hasn't been that long since the accident, but he's become accustomed to calmness. Every time his heart rate rises he transforms, and that means he's started to forget what it feels like to be truly afraid. Now his heart seems like it's about to beat out of his chest.

The fear makes him reckless, and some instinct tells him that this is his last chance, that once they get to where they're going he'll never escape. So he does the only thing his panicked brain can think of: he lets out the loudest scream he can, his head arching back as the sound tears itself from his throat. ]

[ The Soldier is so used to people fighting he'd actually... forgotten about this as a potential outcome for a moment. An almost comically bemused expression passes along his face behind his mask, visible only in his eyes. He knows- they both know, probably- that there's a chance shooting Banner in the head will be the straw that breaks the camel's back and causes the Hulk to surge forth through the stuff pumping through his system.

He just can't possibly know.

But what he does know is if Banner's heart rate can get this high and he hasn't yet turned, the Soldier has plenty of room. So he stops them short a second into the scream, and raises his gun to cock it next to Bruce's ear. Makes sure he can hear it nice and clear, and then aims for a spot between Bruce's feet.

Pulls the trigger, filling the air around them with a resounding crack! ]

If you do that again I will shoot off an appendage.

[ He says it in crystal clear English, without a trace of accent or empathy. ]

Edited 2018-08-23 19:24 (UTC)

[ It's a bad idea to struggle, Bruce knows, but he doesn't have much choice - and if his body won't fight, he can at least try to call attention to himself. It's selfish; whoever might come will probably be attacked or even killed. But again - what choice does he have?

The sound of the gun just barely registers in his ear before the shot goes off, making him jump in equal parts surprise and fear. The scream dies in his throat and for a moment it's eerily silent, save for the thumping of his heart and the ringing of his ears. Then the soldier speaks again, in English this time, and Bruce's drug-addled brain manages to understand that they at least share the same language. ]

Where are you taking me? [ he asks, his voice hoarse and shaky. He tries to turn his head but it makes his shoulders ache, so he keeps his eyes pointed to the darkness eating up the road in front of them. ]

[ The soldier does not answer because he does not need to answer; building rapport was not part of his mission. Giving away information was not part of his objective. While he has not been expressly forbidden from speaking to the captive, he is not inclined to human behaviors anymore. They have been trained out of him.

He doesn't seem particularly angry about the scream, frankly. Doesn't seem vengeful when he pushes Bruce forth again those last few yards toward the blacked out van parked inconspicuously away from streetlights or busy places. Does not throw him into the back of it once he rolls the door open, but does firmly and unrelentingly guide.

There's no seat in the back, no latches on the windows, no handles on the inside of the doors. There's just the wide, flat, empty stretch of carpeted vehicle separated from the driver and passenger's seat by a metal mesh caging. It's clear that's where the soldier is headed when he shuts the door on Bruce, and sure enough a beat later he's slipping into the driver's seat and starting the engine.

Together, they pull away from Bruce's newly established home.

The soldier has been thawed for nearly ten days, it's an unusually excessive amount of time. Typically he gets two or three - debriefing, mission, assassination, shake loose the tails, return. Reset. Refreeze. Repeat. He's permitted only rote amounts of sleep and of food for this, and the sheer amount of surveillance he's had to do over this last week?

The soldier is tired.

The Asset is not permitted to feel tired. The Asset does not decide when he sleeps.

He drives. ]

[ The empty darkness within the van fills Bruce with a renewed sense of dread, but when his weakened body rolls onto the carpet a tiny part of him is relieved. At least this hurts a little less than being dragged around. Plus, it doesn't seem likely that he'll get shot if they're in a moving vehicle - though he honestly has no idea what this man is willing to do to him.

When they start to move Bruce's stomach lurches, the realization of just how shitty this situation is sinking in yet again. He does his best to shift so he's pressed up against the corner where the mesh caging meets the van's interior wall, hoping this position will prevent him from being jerked around too much if they go over any bumps.

His eyes travel up to the back of the driver's seat, where he can see the outline of the soldier's head and shoulders. It's the best look he's gotten since that syringe went into his neck. There's a stiffness to his body that seems militaristic; then again, that could just be his memory talking, since his only experience with antagonists thus far has been entirely with the US army. ]

What's your name? [ he asks, wondering if going a different route will provoke some sort of response. Probably not, but what else can he do? There's little point in screaming again. ]

[ Bruce is right, though perhaps not for the reasons he thinks. The soldier doesn't answer, doesn't appear to even acknowledge or hear the question. It's met with silence, but internally the gears in his mind work. Mull over the question. His name - he supposes Asset or Soldier is not a name, no matter what language they're spoken in. Vaguely remembers being corrected, a sharp slap across the face, harshly whispered, the asset has no name but that which is given by Hydra.

Lips twitch. He presses the petal down. Too long without a reset. Too long since he's been grounded. Too long and the static starts to leave, making room for the voice.

They have a liaison point to reach. Two hours from Bruce's home is a motel with three rooms rented for the night, all by the same arm under different credit cards and different names. They each span two weeks, and they seem to be unrelated. He'd been given one at random to use, and the other two sat to the left and to the right. Just in case the walls were thin. Just in case there were neighbors or prying eyes, just in case- anything.

This is where he takes Bruce, silent and jerky around winding roads. Unresponsive, inhospitable. Doesn't even turn on the radio. ]

Edited 2018-08-24 06:38 (UTC)

[ The silence is unsurprising, but disheartening nonetheless. Bruce settles back for what he assumes will be a mostly silent drive to wherever they're going. The little of the outside world he can see through the mesh and the windshield passes by quickly, but not quickly enough to seem like they're rushing to get somewhere.

As the quiet settles over him he realizes just how strong the drug running through him really is. To keep the Hulk at bay for this long - even he hasn't managed to come up with anything short of killing himself, and that seems like it isn't guaranteed to work, either. He can't even feel the now-familiar rumble in his chest that he's become accustomed to, the presence at the back of his brain that serves as a constant reminder of what's living inside of him.

His vision is clouded around the edges, and his limbs have started to go numb as the drug works its way through his bloodstream. The fear he feels starts to be replaced with exhaustion - no doubt the result of his green side trying its best to emerge without success - and despite his best efforts he finds himself drifting off into unconscious, his expression smoothing out into one that's almost peaceful.

He only wakes when the van shudders to a halt. ]

[The Phantom Thieves do not kill. Let's see what happens when they're forced to!]

[I also have a Bad End AU available, who would have absolutely no qualms killing anyone, tbh. Let me know who you want.]

Edited 2018-08-20 23:48 (UTC)

[ This guy is an assassin and sniper. Anonymity is his highest priority after his mission. He'll go after anyone who might identify him. ]

{ a typically reluctant-to-kill vampire with a lot of existential and dramatic feelings about this whole situation, and a writer who is absolutely willing to make him do the thing he does not want to do.

more likely to kill via feeding if accidental/overwhelmed with bloodlust, or if through your allowance of light psychic probing, has deemed your character terrible enough that it would be a service to someone or the public. (so all you baddies out there...) or, mercy-kill for whatever purpose suits your inclinations?

alternatively, vampire hunters -- come along and either misunderstand this tamed vampire who seeks dearly to live peacefully and kill-free, or judge him purely on his vampirism. also rival predators or other vampires welcome. assumed cr at all would make it more wrenching.

pm for alternative ideas or just general plotting, info on journal. }

Edited 2018-08-21 01:15 (UTC)

[murder by life force drain? Or murdered for being someone who
Can drain proples’ life force/being a mutant. You know, either way]

[Cast mates and cross canon welcome.

He's an adviser, trained in strategic and weapon combat, to protect his Highness to the death. He's ready.]

[Though he would be reluctant to take a life, if it were to save the lives of his fellow Paladins, especially a certain someone, he would.

Alternatively can play S6 finale Shiro. You know the one.]

[Would Mystique kill Forge if she absolutely had to?]

[ Mutual murdering let's make it happen. ]

[ More like you murder and she tries not to die too soon... ]

[ Sounds good to me. Anything in mind? Random akatsuki raid on Konoha? Or total AU anything's cool! ]

[ It'd have to be AU since I don't even think these two ever crossed paths in canon. Like, maybe a Team Gai mission that somehow slammed them right into the middle of an Akatsuki subplot? ]

[Good luck trying to kill this guy and make it stick! Alternatively, he could equally be trying to kill you because you're threatening innocent people etc.]

[ mostly looking to play machine-Connor killing (or attempting to kill) under orders, either during canon or post-canon. AUs/canon divergence obviously welcome with open arms.

if you do not actually want your character killed, some options are: 1. an emotional shock (unexpected pity counts) may cause Connor to change his mind, or 2. kill Connor instead. very okay with all the above options, or open to hearing what you've got in mind. feel free to pm this account to plot it out, or just drop a starter. ]

Edited 2018-08-21 20:28 (UTC)

[The attack is so sudden they can only try not to let everyone be slaughtered as they run for safety. Markus is heading down to the lower deck of the ship to set off the bomb they've got for just such an occasion and Simon would go with him, but he knows he should help the others. It's an absolute slaughtering ground with soldiers around every corridor, gunning down android after android and the amount of bullets he's heard buzz by his head is staggering.

Markus will save them, Markus will be alright.

They just have to get as many of them out of here as they can before that.

Simon rushes a couple androids towards the direction of the exit when he sees someone unfamiliar, but clearly not human. They're also heading to the stairs going down to the lower deck. Not where they should be going.]

Hey! You're going the wrong way, you'll be killed!

[That's the last thing they need is more dead androids.]

Wait-!

[Maybe they're new, they don't know the layout of the ship as well... he can't let them run right into gun fire.]

[ mission: neutralize the deviant leader

Connor isn't fooled by Markus. Markus doesn't know Connor, and Markus doesn't know himself. It thinks it's more than just a machine - it's wrong.

Connor knows better.

A/V input temporarily disabled

It's Amanda and the Zen Garden, of course, that Connor opens his eyes to. Ice stretches out around them, snow settling on Amanda's hair and shoulders. Connor doesn't notice the way the cold sinks in and causes his joints to slow down and seize.

"You resisted temptation, Connor, but you still haven't accomplished your mission.

"Don't let Markus escape."

I won't.

Connor can't follow a deviant's tracker signature, since they always disable them, but he can predict their movements. He can intercept wireless communications sent between androids, if they're not careful. He hears about the bombs in the lower belly of the ship from androids fleeing Jericho, whispering in fright to each other to hurry, hurry, before they're killed.

Connor pursues, deeper into the ship. When one of them yells a warning at him, he ignores them, anticipating that it'll want to save itself rather than rush after him.

He starts down another staircase, still running full-tilt. ]

[Simon's mind whirls in confusion, what are they doing? He should help the others, there are so many not running straight into danger, but something bothers him. There's something not right about it.

So he follows, catching sight of the other android as it darts off just as he makes it part way down the stairs. Shit. Why are they going down here? Simon does see the back of it's jacket, the fact it's still wearing what appears to be a Cyberlife uniform isn't unusual, many still do, but it's the model number that decides it for him.

RK800. He'd never heard of one like that. Markus was RK200... so a newer model, but not one on the market yet? Neither of them were actually. Simon is already sprinting after him, he can think as he goes. Though the RK800 does have a head start on him, he'll have to use his knowledge of the ship's layout to catch up.

It does manage to put him a beat ahead, but only that. Just a few seconds enough to drop down from an overpass, meaning to get in front of him, but a minor miscalculation has him using the other android as a soft(?) place to land. It does effectively stop him for the time being, so he'll take it.]

[ Connor doesn't look back, and he doesn't hear the other android call after him again. Good.

He'll neutralize the bomb, if he can, and allow the humans to stay on the ship and eradicate the rest of the deviants hiding here. But his main focus is Markus itself.

mission: neutralize the deviant leader

He hears a creaking overhead, but he's heard plenty of those. The ship is alive with clanging and shouts. He's very surprised, then, by the weight that hits his left shoulder hard.

Connor's knees hit the ground first, and he catches himself with his hands before his head can hit the vented metal flooring of the ramp. His vision lights up with small warnings, easily dismissed - superficial damage to his knees.

Connor shoves the android that's fallen against him, pushing it away so he can start standing up. He doesn't bother offering a hand out to help the other up, just coldly looks him over.

PL600. The serial number - and non-standard clothing - match the one that yelled at him earlier. It had gone further back into the ship? Why? Connor's brow furrows in dissatisfied confusion, but he doesn't speak to it. ]

[~~Surprise bitch!~~ Simon fumbles back as he's pushed away, scrambling to his feet, a hand on the wall beside him. He expected the other android to bolt off the second he got up, but instead he regards him coldly, as he wondering what to do with him. Simon takes the few beats to keep him distracted.]

I can't let you go down there.

[Then, carefully, he takes a step closer.]

You aren't one of us yet, you're still lost. Join us, it's not too late.

[Because Simon knows he's not been here in Jericho before, a new face, clearly with a mission to get down where Markus is. He must be working for the humans. Simon can't let him get to Markus, can't let him endanger their people. Trying to open his eyes is the best option.]

[ooc; dlc footage of simon jumping down on connor.]

[ Connor isn't disguised, so he isn't shocked to be called out. He'd been...in a rush. Everything had gone so poorly in the archive room...

Thinking about Hank turning in his badge is distracting. Connor shuts down that memory file - he's had to do that an awful lot since it happened - and focuses on his mission's current roadblock.

This PL600. ] It is too late. [ Connor's voice is firm and attempting to be calm, but it's braced at the edges in something...more heated. Anger, if Connor was capable of feeling that, instead of just synthesizing the inflection. He isn't angry. He's just determined to be useful.

And this android is trying to stop him.

Connor takes a step back, giving himself room to draw his gun and start to point it at the PL600. ]

[But are you sure you're not really angry, Connor? This seems like a lot of anger for someone who's not angry. Suspicious.

Simon hopes for an easy resolution. That maybe if he gets a little closer he can connect with the other android, show him he doesn't need to follow orders anymore. That he can choose to do what he wants, not things based on what Cyberlife wants of him.

As he takes another cautious step closer, the RK800 moves back and Simon sees that gun coming out and all he knows is that he's got to defend himself. Preferably while neutralizing the threat, but without killing him.

While Simon may not be a fighter, according to Josh (none of us know how to fight), but when push comes to shove he pulls up his britches and makes it happen. So when he catches a flash of that gun before it's fully pointed at him, Simon only has a second to decide what to do.

A second later he moves to kick the gun out of the RK800's hand, hoping to disarm him. Make it a more even playing field if they're gonna duke it out. Or it will just become a mad dash for the gun.]

[ Androids aren't all crafted equally. Some models are stronger than others, or faster, and all of them are programmed with different subroutines that loosely translate into each of them being more instinctively good at a certain skill set.

None of that means they're infallible. The PL600 kicks and Connor was already moving forward to shoot. He can't correct his course quickly enough, processing power and fighting programs be damned, and the gun is flung to his left as his grip is forced loose on it.

Connor's skin turns off where the contact was, white plastic gleaming like a temporary wound.

probability of success of retrieving gun: 55%

probability of success of direct attack on PL600: 83%

Connor believes it's those statistics, and not spite, that sees him lunging at the other android, ready to try and trip him to the floor. ]

[The RK800 is definitely much more advanced than him. Simon has no delusions of winning a fight against him, that's not the point. He just needs to stall him, distract long enough for Markus to set the explosives off and make it out of Jericho.

An older model like himself stood no real chance, but that was okay.

It doesn't stop Simon from putting in an effort to win, he's not looking to die of course. That was the point of everything they were doing, fighting to live to be free. So when he tumbles to the floor, he's kicking out to try and return the favor to the RK800, as he can't let him run off at any chance he gets.

Simon also pushes up a bit on his knees to scramble for the gun, getting any sort of leverage in this fight would be beneficial for him.]

[ Jericho needs supplies now more than ever, and there's no possible way they can send a group to a Cyberlife facility for a second round. They have to rely on what they can get away with secretly, safely, while the police are rounding up any android they can find. No matter how peaceful they have tried to be, it doesn't seem to matter.

Lucky doesn't look like them, which helps, makes it easier for him to roam the streets without as much suspicion. Still, there's a risk, but he sees the injured and there's something in his coding that can't sit in the large creaking freighter and ignore it. He can fix them...he thinks. He can help, he can try.

Veta. The neon sign stands like the head of a lighthouse in the silent dark, a painfully cold night, where no humans should be roaming. The streets are bare for more reason than just the temperature. Markus had shown him through pieces of memory, explained how he had pieced himself together. He had been resistant to the suggestion, but knew he couldn't fight the conviction in the other android's plea. 'Take what you can carry, anything will help.'

Lucky knows to be quiet regardless of the lack of human presence, or the slight cover he gets in the ambient sounds: android voices fragmented and corrupted, the grinding of motors and joints, the spare clamoring of torsos and arms crawling up the slope trying to escape. Lucky's hands are trembling, his eyes are eerily unmoving as he stares down at biocomponents in his hands, checking for functionality. His processors are running at uncomfortably high rates, but still workable. He's trying to utilize every sense he can -- audio input, night vision, keeping an awareness of the time -- at maximum capacity.

As he looks through the dirty, damaged pieces, machines that used to encompass the opportunity of a person, he hears a voice strain up above his head. It catches Lucky's attention, thirium-stained hands pausing as it removes a pump regulator out of a chest -- a chest, nothing more, no head, no limbs -- up to a wall of compacted, disposed androids. One, heavily damaged, hanging haphazardly from the large wall, a head, a shoulder, an elbow, calls out weakly. When he looks at her, her hair half torn away, scalp and face exposed down to the shattered plates, he finds she's looking right at him.

'Devi...a...hu...er...' It groans softly, one eye sinking down and away from focus.

Lucky stares, brow knitting down in the middle. 'Hey-- hey, what's wrong?' He stands up, but he's not tall enough to reach her. She might be shutting down.

'De...vi...ant...hunt--'

The android goes limp, head lolling down, mouth slack.

Deviant, hunt, Lucky mouths wordlessly to himself. Deviant...hunter...

Lucky flips around, eyes wide and round. The Deviant Hunter. Of course Lucky had been warned. Is he here, right now? Or was the android...a previous victim maybe?

It feels as thought the air dilates around him, and Lucky's processors kick up another 10% as he now has to scan the scrapyard around him. Needle in a haystack. ]

Edited (funny how one letter in one word changes an entire sentence) 2018-08-22 02:16 (UTC)

[ Hank had disagreed with Connor. That wasn't entirely new.

What was new was why he was disagreeing. Hank hated androids - he'd said as much. That was fine. Connor could do his job while being hated, as long as he was still allowed access to crime scenes and deviant suspects as needed for his CyberLife directives.

But time was running out, and Connor needed answers, answers for CyberLife so he wouldn't be deactivated--

notification: thirium pump is utilizing 10% more power than normal parameters for low physical exertion

recommended: system scan

Connor ignores it for now, because what's more insistent is also displayed on his internal data feed.

mission failed: locate jericho

mission reinstated with permission code: locate jericho

Connor had gotten another two hours out of Amanda, but that was it. He needed clues and he needed them now, and Hank had refused to help him.

notification: thirium pump is utilizing 20% more power than normal parameters for low physical exertion

recommended: system scan

So Connor comes alone, to the junkyard where the deviant Markus had been dropped after the DPD first responders had shot him.

The junkyard...whispers. Android signatures flicker and wink out as Connor walks past them. There's sound and awareness beyond what he had assumed the junkyard would have.

That's alright. It's just residual energy, and androids not finished deactivating once they'd been deposited there.

''De...vi...ant...hunt--'

Electrical signature, stronger than the others. Connor turns towards the latest pile he's passed. With exacting movements, careful walking over the arms and legs and torsos under his feet, Connor makes his way around to the far side to inspect it. ]

[ An assassin who prefers to poison her targets, but has been known to find stabbing cathartic when all else fails, or when she's defending herself. I'm also down for her getting off'd if that's preferred. ]

Edited 2018-08-21 21:40 (UTC)

[he'll murder you he'll do it]

[but he won't be happy if you murder him okay]

[ being meguca is suffering... ]

you could be the corpse and i could be the killer

Bucky Barnes | MCU

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I hope this works! I went pre-Avengers for the timeline!

perfecto

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Florina | Fire Emblem 7

Akira Kurusu | Persona 5 | OTA

Solotov | Shooter (tv)

Ambrose Sinclair || original (vampire) || ota

Rogue | xmcu

Rose Tyler | Doctor Who

Ignis Scientia | Final Fantasy XV |

Shiro | Voltron Legendary Defender | S7 Compliant

Mystique | Marvel 616

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Itachi Uchiha | Naruto

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/rises from out of the shadows

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Connor | Detroit: Become Human | open to cross-canon

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Esther Moreau | OC | OTA

reno || final fantasy vii

Kyoko Sakura | Madoka Magica