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Post by Kup on May 31, 2010 20:01:40 GMT -5
Kup gives Spinister a smug smile and shrugs as he continues walking ahead of the Mayhem. He turns back towards the other enough to reach out for the small thing that had been in the newspaper.
"Probably is a bomb," he says as he takes it from the cop. He examines the device, then starts to try to get the device open. "Something inside. Hell, it could be a bomb. Might want to take off until I get it open."
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Post by Spinister on May 31, 2010 20:36:31 GMT -5
Spinister looks Kup over carefully, as if committing him to memory, and he says softly, barely audible, "I'll send flowers."
Then, he melts off into the crowd.
Singe's eyes widen, under his armour, and he throws his arms in the air and shouts after Spinister, "Hey! I didn't mean it about making you bleed!"
What did Kup expect? He told Spinister to get lost, and Spinister is a Decepticon. He isn't some sappy Autobot to stick by Kup, no matter the danger.
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Post by SceneMod on Jun 1, 2010 12:29:09 GMT -5
The container will open easily enough once Kup finds the mechanism. Depressing the "bottom" of the cylinder will cause the "top" to fold inward, allowing whatever is inside to slide out into Kup's hand.
It isn't a bomb.
Well. Not of the explosive variety.
Kup will find himself holding two feathers, pale yellow feathers tipped in crimson.
The quill of the feather is also tipped in red, deep, almost-black red, but this is blood, not pigment. Blood that is entirely too fresh to have been sitting at the bar all day waiting on a pick up. The two feathers are tied together with a strip of reptile hide, supple and slightly moist on the inner side of the band.
Also in the container is a small card which has been rolled to fit. On the far right end of the card is the Temple of Shards logo: a stylized black silhouette of a hawk or falcon looking over its wing, the image broken up by hundreds of tiny red lines. The temple name is in script and curves along the top edge of the logo, and along the bottom edge curves the line, She will gather unto Her the children of Her tears, and use them to light the Darkness.
On the far left of the card is the logo for Angels of Entropy hospital: a pair of cupped palms holding a clock with no hands. In the center of the clock is the hospital name and the motto, Everyone in their own time.
Printed between the two logos is one word.
CHOICES
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Post by Kup on Jun 1, 2010 13:18:18 GMT -5
Kup's lips pull back into a furious snarl and he's unable to keep his right fist, the one still holding part of the newspaper, from clenching.
Heedless of the little organic sitting on his shoulder, of whoever else may be watching, he shouts to the no one, to some imagined (or perhaps not so imagined) watcher, "I'll give you choices, you stick bootleg! Soon as I get my hands on you, I'll let you choose whether you wanna be ripped limb from limb or have your insides force-fed to you, you damn twisted glitch!"
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Post by Spinister on Jun 1, 2010 14:07:21 GMT -5
Through Singe's eyes, Spinister sees that, no, nothing has exploded. So, like a bad memory, Spinister is back, standing just behind Kup's other shoulder, peering at the contents of the parcel.
Blood never meant anything to Spinister when he was still only a robot. After being bonded to two fleshlings... blood still means nothing to him. Oh, he knows it should be grisly and disturbing to him, but he's just too cold-blooded to feel much of anything.
Besides, these are the kind of tricks that he plays. Fear is his ally.
Hairsplitter, perching up on Spinister's shoulder remarks, "Oh my. Our perp does seem to be implying that we will have to choose who lives and who dies. Or perhaps just who dies first. It is really a shame you are not bonded to Recoil, Kup. The both of us could have been on both scenes at the same time, then." Hairsplitter sighs wistfully.
Spinister is not going to be the one to suggest splitting up. He's at his least dangerous when he's where Kup can see him, so it should be Kup's choice to untie his hands, if Kup chooses that at all.
Singe grumps, "We still don't have any idea where Tweety Jill even is. K'ire... maybe she's actually at that hospital."
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Post by Kup on Jun 1, 2010 18:49:23 GMT -5
Kup turns and glares at Spinister, then at Hairsplitter, then at Spinister, crumpling the paper in his hand further.
Finally he grinds out, "No. I ain't taking responsibility for his madness. If he kills, he kills. He can try to foist this 'choice' off on someone else, but he's still the bloody murderer."
He pauses and scratches his chin. "Or she. Or it." Then he shakes his head. "Doesn't matter. Either way, I'm gonna do what I can to make sure that 'if' never happens." He glares at Spinister. Again. "We split up. You go to the hospital." Yes, he's sending Spinister to check on the sick people. He's relying on the Decepticons' recent desire to keep things low key, and the fact that Spinister is currently a cop. "I'll head to the temple."
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Post by Spinister on Jun 1, 2010 22:51:52 GMT -5
Spinister doesn't move at all, despite the glare. He just calmly reaches for Hairsplitter, who transforms in his hands. Okay, Spinister's ready to move out now. He nods once in confirmation, and he then he melts into the crowd again. After finding a suitable alley, Spinister'll be an invisible helicopter soon enough.
Singe just sputters and sighs, "Looks like I'm with you, old man."
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Post by SceneMod on Jun 2, 2010 11:36:34 GMT -5
Assuming a timeskip for both parties here.
The Temple of Shards
The Temple is a rather unassuming building on the far side of Basin City, right in the middle of a section of slums which some refer to as Old Town. Certainly, the area wasn't always this run down and filthy, if the sweeping architecture and layout is any indication.
Building, perhaps, is not the proper word for the Temple of Shards. It is more a complex comprised of one large black marble, multi-level building, obviously old and repurposed (perhaps and old bank?), and several smaller, also repurposed buildings ranging along the street beside it. A high, black iron fence with sharpened tips encircles the whole block. One of the first buildings in the row sports a small sign proclaiming it The Rookery: Birthing Nest. On the far side of the temple proper is another building, this one with a sign proclaiming Temple of Shards Help Center: Noone hungry will be turned away. Medical assitance available for the injured or sick, clean needles available for the addicted, other services. We will help you.
Despite the imposing fence, there is no apparent security, and people of all types, bodies, and income levels are coming and going from all the different buildings. There is a schedule of masses on a placard outside the temple proper. The next mass is scheduled for sunrise. A young, squid-like person in vestments declaring him lower-order clergy is busily scrubbing away graffiti of something with horns and sharp teeth from the wall next to the placard.
Angels of Entropy Hospital
Angels of Entropy is your typical busy, blank, and sterile hospital. The ER is crowded, the parking lot full, and there are a myriad of medical outbuildings surrounding it. Rather than the white and green scrubs and coats often associated with doctors, however, the entire staff wears shades of gray. This makes it very difficult to tell who does what, unless one is familiar with the shade coding system they use.
The hospital is a bustle of activity, and everyone seems very focused on their jobs and their patients' health. It may be funded through an entropic church, but this doesn't meant they just sit back and wait for people to die.
The front desk clerk looks extremely harried, using her six arms and two heads to answer multiple phone, pull charts, and answer visitor questions all at once. She manages to keep a smile on one face, even while the other frowns at the phone held up to that ear.
"What do you mean you aren't coming in?!? Terix already called in, and I've been working alone for the past six hours! I can't work a double!"
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Post by Kup on Jun 2, 2010 13:47:17 GMT -5
Kup, back in his worn, rough clothes after the trip, looks over the temple, optics narrowed into a squint. He looks over at the Nebulan and snorts. "Two obvious places to start. One's more obvious than the other one, which... generally means we should start poking around in the other one first."
Kup ribs his chin thoughtfully as he considers. "'Course, we do that, we'll put the more obvious spot on the alert if we wanna try poking around there later." He hnhs, clenches his right hand in a fist, and finally decides, "Eh, let's check out the help center." He starts to swagger towards the entrance.
OOC: Letting Spinister decide whether Singe is back on Kup's shoulder or walking alongside.
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Post by Spinister on Jun 2, 2010 16:03:44 GMT -5
Spinister is doing this invisible. He hates doing it that way, he really does. If he had time, he could still go perfectly unseen and unnoticed without his cloak. Spinister just doesn't want to deal with looking for every last camera and bug right now. At some point in his travels, he even stripped out of his uniform, a task that required Hairsplitter's help with all the little zippers and clasps, and tossed it in subspace, just in case.
Luckily for him, the front desk area is busy. No one will question a jostle or bump, but he doesn't intend to make such a hash of this that anyone ever will be jostled or bumped.
Spinister needs to figure out where K'ire is being kept, if she's even still here. There's no particular reason that information would even be given out to a rookie cop, if he appeared as such a thing, and it would alert whoever is trying to play with him, which he doesn't want.
But hmm. The desk clerk is extremely busy, and it sounds like she won't have any back-up coming for a while.
Silent as he ever is, he attempts to climb over the desk and lower himself down behind her, all without unsettling anything or touching her or any visitors in the process.
Singe is walking, for now. Being carried everywhere was getting a bit ridiculous, and it'll give them a different vantage point. He points out, "So, if K'ire was a Shardsist or whatever, why'd they send her to an Entropy hospital? I mean, maybe it was just the nearest thing, but..." He stuffs his hands down where his pockets would be, if his armour had pockets.
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Post by SceneMod on Jun 3, 2010 10:17:44 GMT -5
Temple of Shards
The helps center looks like it was once a store front of some sort, with wide floor-to-ceiling windows in the front. Like the windows in K'ire's apartment complex however, these aren't your average windows. They're as thick as the walls, and tinted so that you can't see in from the street. Definitely not something that your average gun will penetrate.
There's no door, so Kup and Singe can walk right in. The place is a bustle of activity. There's a food line set up along the back wall that is doing a brisk business, and most of the tables are taken by street people organic and mechanoid. The volunteers and staff are pleasant, chatting with the homeless, even calling some by name. A couple of nurses are making the rounds, checking on injuries big and small. Off to the right is a medical station where another nurse and a doctor are doing immunizations and checkups.
A fur-covered teen in neatly pressed khakis and a black polo is clearing a set of tables near the door. There's a red band around his wrist. He smiles a sharp-toothed smile at Kup and smoothes a paw over the a cowlick of black fur sticking up over one eye before walking over to Kup.
"Hi. You need meds or fuel first? Or someone to talk to? You look...recent."
Angels of Entropy
Spinister passes both his stealth and climbing checks. He may now get Ye Old Medical Records.
Provided he can access the unlocked computer on the counter behind the clerk without anyone noticing.
Which he probably can, since a computer being operated remotely wouldn't seem odd. The clerk is still helping people with one head and has progressed to cursing in some other language at the person on the phone with another. This makes the the eyes of a couple of patrons widen, and more than a few giggle. Apparently, she's getting rather inventive in her instructions to her relief.
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Post by Kup on Jun 3, 2010 16:20:49 GMT -5
"Recent?" Kup asks, and he doesn't even have to feign confusion with the terminology. Maybe he's too clean to look like a proper homeless person, but between trudging through the subways, his secondhand clothing and his usual beat-up appearance, he's probably not too far off.
Surely this furred organic isn't saying he looks young?
As the bounty hunter waits for the answer, he considers what he might need 'help' over - that seems like the best option to learn something useful, but for it he'll need a good cover.
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Post by Spinister on Jun 3, 2010 17:35:18 GMT -5
There is a talent for pressing keys without making a sound that some offspring develop in order to fool their parent units into thinking they're asleep when they're up late at night, typing away.
Spinister never had to trick any parents, but he has that same trick to pressing keys, as he quickly tries to find any information on K'ire. The clerk looks busy enough for now, but he stays on guard. Spinister also thinks back to when he saw the ambulance leave, the probable speed of traffic, and how long it would take to get here.
Oh, and one look up at the ceiling. What kind of ceilings do they use here?
Singe doesn't say anything for now, letting Kup handle the talking. Instead, he looks at the people and the place in general. Thick 'glass'... he tries to estimate a melting temperature for it, idly. Lots of people, some of them called by name by the staff. Hmm. Someone's trying to remember the forgotten people.
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Post by SceneMod on Jun 5, 2010 21:43:51 GMT -5
Temple of Shards
The teen shrugs and smiles slightly. "Mrrrr, like you two haven't been on the streets that long." His whisker's twitch. "Though I, mrrrr, shouldn't assume. Not everyone who comes here is after help. Sorry. It's been a long shift and I'm a bit frazzled."
He asks again, "So, what can we help you with?"
Angels of Entropy
Spinister will find that there is a K. Hale on floor twelve, ICU, who was just moved out of the crit ward. She came in a few hours ago with two gunshot wounds, one through and through on her thigh, and one that shattered her knee and tore a key artery for her species. Spinster ought to also be able to see her medical records, medications schedules, and the like.
He can't.
There is a notation after her room number.
Waiting
The ceiling is a drop ceiling. Easy enough to lift a tile out of place and crawl up, but it isn't likely to support anyone's weight. There are a few air vents visible, however.
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Post by Kup on Jun 6, 2010 15:32:12 GMT -5
Kup rubs the back of his head, looking a bit sheepish. "Ah, yeah, that makes sense. And it's, erm, true enough. My ship took off without me, and I've been marooned on this world." His shoulders dropped. "All 'cos I stuck around to look for my younger sister and didn't make departure."
Nervously, he rubs the back of his left hand with the fingers of his right. "Er, uhm... really, I'd just like to talk to someone, if that's arright."
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