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nysalogs2017-10-11 07:21 am
unpromising) wrote in nysalogs2017-10-11 07:21 am
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Who: Qrow Branwen (unpromising) & Aranea Highwind (unweave).
What: Roomie talk and info sharing.
When: After this.
Where: House 77.
Warning(s): Mention of suicide.
[ It's probably a superpower at this point that Qrow can get drunk and still manage to want to work. He had spent most of his evening at Shades Darker, drinking the night away, trying to learn the lay of the land in that area. He graciously pocketed a coupon for half-off full services from S-8's body, but he hasn't used it yet. Instead, he just stayed at the bar front.
Once he stumbles his way back to the apartment he stays in, he doesn't go directly to his room. Instead, he looks for Aranea. Not for comfort after seeing someone grasp for air right in front of him, have a seizure and die. He's seen people get killed before his eyes at a young age. While this isn't anything new and it shouldn't even be a standard, it's not why he wants to talk to her. ]
Hey, [ It's his usual greeting. His eyes are worn and heavy, even more so than his usual. And this time, if she's not around in the other areas in their humble apartment, he knocks on her door. He's being polite this time! ]
unpromising) & Aranea Highwind (unweave).What: Roomie talk and info sharing.
When: After this.
Where: House 77.
Warning(s): Mention of suicide.
[ It's probably a superpower at this point that Qrow can get drunk and still manage to want to work. He had spent most of his evening at Shades Darker, drinking the night away, trying to learn the lay of the land in that area. He graciously pocketed a coupon for half-off full services from S-8's body, but he hasn't used it yet. Instead, he just stayed at the bar front.
Once he stumbles his way back to the apartment he stays in, he doesn't go directly to his room. Instead, he looks for Aranea. Not for comfort after seeing someone grasp for air right in front of him, have a seizure and die. He's seen people get killed before his eyes at a young age. While this isn't anything new and it shouldn't even be a standard, it's not why he wants to talk to her. ]
Hey, [ It's his usual greeting. His eyes are worn and heavy, even more so than his usual. And this time, if she's not around in the other areas in their humble apartment, he knocks on her door. He's being polite this time! ]
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Sup.
[ Casual, you know? ]
You made it home in one piece.
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[ Was she worried? Was she? He's going to tease if he finds out. ]
Anyway, I need some help. You've got a good network, from the looks of it.
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[ Yada, yada. She takes a few steps back to examine him. No wounds? Not too drunk? Babysitting at its finest. ]
Good, but not the best. Why? What help are you needing?
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Research.
[ He fishes out something from his pocket, but it ends up being his flask. Nope. He even looks concerned that that wasn't what he wanted to get. And after a few more shuffling, he hands over an ID. It's a specimen ID from Simwe Institute that reads:
ID: S-8
Type: Android
Generation: 3rd ]
Think you can take on this?
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As he offers the ID, she inspects it clearly. ]
Android? What the fuck is this? [ The words are foreign, but — she recalls something from an earlier conversation. ] Is this thing friends with those other androids? Uhhh... Nines? A2?
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He folds his arms and rests his back against the frame of the door. ]
You do know what an android is, don't you? [ Dear god, please do. He doesn't want to have to explain what they are again. ] No idea who or what those are, though.
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[ She did her research. ]
Right?
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[ He gives his nod of approval, and for the first time in a year or so, he actually sounds pretty. . . gleeful? It's the same kind of approval he gives when his students give him the correct answer during recitation. ]
Looks like you'll do well in the actual test.
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[ He sputters. He was sure the whole handing the ID thing looked cool and it made a statement, but clearly, it wasn't enough. (He likes to look cool, okay...) ]
That's the ID of the guy I found. Thought it was obvious.
[ A beat. He needs a drink, so he grabs his flask and uncaps it. ]
So, yeah. They're involved, directly or indirectly. They know more about this S-8, at least. And for all we know, there could be more of 'em.
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You could have just said that.
[ She shoots him a glare when he dares to open his flask. ]
You think they're suppliers? That kind of stuff — the stuff they dropped, you don't just find that kind of stuff. Everything bad comes from labs. Well. Mostly. [ Prompto was okay. ] S'why I didn't go to them when I got stabbed.
[ But, she muses... ]
How can my merry band of gold-seeking newbies help you out?
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You couldn't make the connection?
[ But he does see that glare, though. It's a more than familiar look, because nobody really supports his alcoholic tendencies. It's very unfortunate for him. At the very least, he doesn't drink yet. ]
And your merry band of gold-seeking newbies can ask about the Institute and these androids. I want to know more about 'em. I'm much better working alone and in the shadows, but even I know when I need someone else's help.
[ Now he drinks. ]
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[ She hands the ID back to him. ]
Do you want them or do you want — [ There's a definite firmness in her voice here. ] me? I can't vouch for all of them, so you may get a few goose eggs in there.
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[ The rasp in his voice makes it sound like a serious thing, but he actually lets out a hearty laugh after repeating her words. It's — funny. Qrow also has a strange sense of humour. ]
And I'll leave that to you discretion. [ He pushes himself off the frame to stand properly. ] As much as I want you, I wouldn't want to impose too much.
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[ It's firm, her gaze getting a bit more serious. ]
Do you need my help here? [ She wants him to say it without the self-depreciating worry. ] I don't like giving freebies — just gotta ask nicely.
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He's not intimidated in the slightest, but he does feel the need to take out some of the easygoingness in his attitude. But yes, he did intentionally phrase one of those statements the way he did. :] ]
Yes. You've got a good head on your shoulders. I need it.
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[ It rolls off her tongue too quickly. But, she's walking over to the small desk in her room. Some of the items she's brought here — maps of the districts. She wants to know this place like the back of her hand. She flips through to find the district with the main Institute. ]
What exactly am I needing to deliver? Just so I know what goods you want. You good with anything I can give you?
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I want to know why androids like that are being experimented on there, and how this S-8 managed to get out and cause a riot.
[ If the other androids involved aren't part of this whole thing too, anyway. ]
But anything else you can get is fine. The more we know about this place we're in, the better.
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Sounds good. I'll let you know what I can find. Lot of people going to the Institute for answers — trying to get a cure, so I'll need to have a few days buffer in case I can't finagle my way in.
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[ HERE IT COMES. ]
I don't have much silver right now. I'll be sure to have something by the time you're done, though.
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[ UGH. ]
I expect interest. Just go to sleep before you drink yourself to death. You're lucky I'm agreeing to this.
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[ He's agreeing, at least! ]
I'll be sure to brush my teeth, too.