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Post by Frenzy on Feb 3, 2012 19:16:47 GMT -5
Arthur has the best assistant ever. Which is not to say Cipher isn't curious. She simply isn't going to ask just yet. When he glances at her, her attention is not on him at all but looking thoughtfully at that radio.
She turns away, dark eyes meeting his. Then she taps her datapad. "As near as I can determine, Mr. Bane Crusher has managed to live his life completely off the record. No licenses, financial paperwork, not even a birth certificate. A basic alternate name check found nothing; anything more intensive would require an actual idea of what sort of name to look for." She drags her finger down the side of the screen. "The search software hasn't been able to match any pictures of him with any of the various databases we have access to. I suppose I could set the interns to trawl through manually, but I don't hate any of them that much."
Another tap on her screen. "I presume, since he both hit your flags and you offered him a job, that you'd like the necessary paperwork created for him?"
OOC: Stuff about Bane Crusher okayed by player.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Feb 3, 2012 19:39:34 GMT -5
An underling that is actually competent and obedient? Be still, oh beating heart.
He looks at her, thoughtfully. Pondering just how much he can trust her, or as close as he can possibly get to trusting a (pure) human. But he lets those thoughts slide. Instead, he listens intently as to what she has to say about Bane, arms folded behind his back. "A Type 1, then. Fascinating. The first I have encountered."
Hopefully not the last.
"Yes. He might not like it, but it will serve him well." And us, but he leaves that part out, lest Cipher suspect that Arthur's loyalty is not to the Senior Partners. The communications device he can at least spin into something she might buy.
...Except that this human is clever.
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Post by Frenzy on Feb 3, 2012 22:58:49 GMT -5
Arthur can trust her as far as he can trust anyone whose paycheck he is not actually signing.
"Mhm." Cipher makes a note on her datapad. "Guido Crepesculo Ala is a made Mafioso. One conviction and a prison term, numerous times getting picked up and released for lack of evidence. Word about town is he's good at making sure any witnesses are good enemies."
She drags a finger horizontally across the bottom of the screen. "According to SSSPR records, he has a few little quirks. The agency prefers not to hire him out to female villains, and a few cult leaders and Dr. Destructo have complained about his preference for wearing a grey or purple token in addition to his uniform. We tend to ignore those complaints because they're idiotic."
OOC: Info on Guido C. Ala okayed per player.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Feb 4, 2012 18:38:15 GMT -5
He's a royal tipper though. Surely that counts for something?
Arthur listens carefully to the report, while still mulling it over. The preference to wear those colors is interesting. Perhaps a major clue. But he can't be certain. "A fringe case. If only there was a way to know for certain who, exactly, mister Crepesculo Ala is..."
Then, he has an epiphany. Petunia Dahlia had a vital clue to her identity hidden in her name. Maybe..."What does his last name translate into in English?"
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Post by Frenzy on Feb 4, 2012 18:54:22 GMT -5
"Wing," Cipher replies. What? She speaks Italian. "Guido is a common name, Crepesculo is, mm, twilight or dusk, and Ala is wing."
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Feb 4, 2012 19:06:51 GMT -5
Bingo. Arthur smirks, his eyes wide and gleaming. "Dusk. Categorize him as 'confirmed'." Another one. This is going quite well. Hopefully he will find some more Autobots next. He'd rather keep a closer eye on his enemies then his fellow Decepticons.
"I do believe that you have earned something special, my dear Cipher." He casts one last look on the device before he turns to leave the closet and head towards the kitchen, while pressing a button to lower the window shutters. This way Cipher can walk around without fearing for snipers. "Would you like tea or wine? Oh and keep an eye on that device. Don't touch it."
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Post by Frenzy on Feb 4, 2012 19:12:33 GMT -5
Another tap on her screen. "I'm partial to either, Arthur."
As the shutters come down, the subtle tension in her shoulders seeps away. Perhaps it's paranoia to still be looking for snipers, but as they say, it's not paranoia if...
She pulls out the chair beside his desk and takes a seat.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Feb 4, 2012 19:24:21 GMT -5
"Wine, then." It is quicker and easier than tea. He doesn't want to risk being busy in the kitchen for a little while and then have a call come in. It's not like they have to drive. No, he does not care that he is keeping his driver waiting. He does not even know if he has an actual driver or if it has a VI at the wheel.
He hands Cipher her glass and, since there is only one chair in the room and he doesn't feel like dragging one out here, seats himself on the bed, one leg crossing over the other. "Vintage year. Please, enjoy it."
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Post by Frenzy on Feb 4, 2012 19:26:08 GMT -5
"I always do." Cipher inhales the bouquet of the wine before taking a measured drink. "Ahh. Speaking of Ms. Dahlia, her life has taken a turn for the interesting. It seems she has a motorcycle now and an apartment."
She frowns, makes a small gesture with her wineglass. "I don't understand it. She's an amnesiac with no ID. Who gives someone like that loans and leases?"
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Feb 4, 2012 19:38:39 GMT -5
Cipher's words get a small smile out of the man. So she enjoys quality alcohol. It was not something that was mentioned in her own report, and it pleases him greatly to see that she has taste.
He takes a careful sip of his drink, while he listens carefully to what she has to say. How very interesting. "She has a guardian. Find out who owns the apartment. Is she employed? If so, it is guaranteed that her protector put in a good word for her. They'd have to work there as well."
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Post by Frenzy on Feb 4, 2012 20:28:29 GMT -5
"Dahlia works for the Detroit PD, in their Major Crimes Unit - the capes and freaks squad. First shift, under Captain Fanzone. Her partner, Detective Hunt, is a recent transfer from Las Vegas, respected out there as a sniper. She's an experienced hand with dealing with supervillains. She doesn't hit any of your flags."
Cipher flips through the notes on her datapad. "There are six others on her shift." She rattles off names and a few stats, enough to give Arthur a vague idea of them. "They're all long-time members of the Detroit police, except for the rookie - but he still has the proper records."
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Feb 4, 2012 20:40:44 GMT -5
As soon as Cipher says that she is in the police department, Arthur speaks a curse beneath his breath. His number one target and she is in a position where it will be hard to get to her. He listens carefully to Cipher's report, but none of them ring a bell. He grits his teeth in frustration. "None that stand out, difficult to get to any records...How utterly fantastic."
He takes another sip from his wine. Relishes the taste, lets it soothe him. He must not let his humans get to him. He must think clearly. "It sounds like I will have to get creative, then. Perhaps engage personal contact when she is off duty."
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Post by Frenzy on Feb 4, 2012 21:50:10 GMT -5
Cipher sets the wineglass down on his desk. "Arthur. Who is Petunia Dahlia?"
This is all... rather excessive for someone who doesn't have any records or memories of herself. Why not just have her shot and be done with it?
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Feb 4, 2012 22:03:04 GMT -5
There is a flash of something dark in his eyes. His fingers clutch the glass tighter as he lifts it to his lips, sipping from it carefully, and if he had control over heat the wine would be boiling from the contact with his lips. Then, in a cold, calculating tone, he says: "Personal matters. I do not want her exterminated. I want her destroyed. And I want to be the one who does it."
Time to shift topics. He lowers the glass and appears calm again, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. "Did you manage to find codename Brawl?"
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Post by Frenzy on Feb 4, 2012 22:12:38 GMT -5
Cipher idly adjusts the ring on her finger. "As long as it remains personal." She picks up her wineglass, looks at him over the rim. "You know the Senior Partners don't like splashback."
A sip, her eyes half-lidding as she enjoys the taste. A swallow. "No. Despite your very specific parameters, we haven't been able to locate him."
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