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Fantasy Angels Among Demons
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Sir Sunrise
Detective Zhao Shukun
Manhattan has changed a lot in the past fifteen years. Looking past the major breakthroughs in science and technology, it is the citizens of this current year of 2033 entirely unpredictable. As infrequent as they are, Angels now take place in the ranks of the social elite to help keep the garden that is our world as healthy and fair as possible. One overlooked detail in this quickly growing utopia is what actually brought angels into our mortal realm, that being demons. They were the first to manifest, something about Hell getting too full and the very gates themselves bursting. It's said that Hell is really just like Detroit, or the projects of the outer city Manhattan. No lakes of fire, per say, just ghettos and slums that are far to overpopulated and incredibly dangerous. Now their overpopulated world has linked to ours, one that was already getting a little too snug as is. It's because of this sudden growth that the Angels came, their and our creator deeming it fit for them to come and manage the day to day of Earth, a place that was once the home of humans and humans alone.
Now we're reminded that it is truly the sandbox of a higher power, and we are simply welcomed guests. Unlike Demons, who are still second class citizens that aren't allowed certain rights. Denied certain jobs in most countries, they live their day to day under the constant observation of the social elites, and because they are titled as dangerous are often rounded up and put into neighborhoods, or projects, in which they can live among their own kind while the world decides what to do with them. There are many advocates preaching for equality, even now many humans have joined the growing protest for fairness, but the religious many stand firm in the highest parts of authority and keep a stern hold on the key that will free this world yet again from a time of suffocating segregation.
Little do the people know that the key to closing the social gap relies only in two people and their fated encounter.
"Ugh." A quiet groan would sound, accompanied with the rhythmic buzzing of a cell phone that rested face down beside an ashtray. Leaning forward over the table, Detective Zhao Shukun would bring his right hand down and snuff his cigarette into the tray before turning his phone over to see who was calling him on his off time. Clearing his throat, and giving a sigh, he'd raise the phone and take the call. "Hey Chief." His voice came out like a low growl, a tone that was as rough as sandpaper calling out to his boss who was on the other end.
"Hey, Shu. We have a situation downtown. A Red got caught at a murder scene, swearing up and down it wasn't her." The Chief of police spoke clearly with the seasoned officer that he had on his team, knowing well his call and task went in good hands. "I'll text the address over now. I trust you can get a confession and her to the station before heading home for the evening?"
The detective switched hands with the phone, only to then look at his right wrist which bore a vintage MVMT watch with a chrome surface and analogue display. "Technically I should have been home an hour ago. You caught me having a smoke in the courtyard before going home." Shu muttered into the phone.
"Oh, so you're still at the station, good. Take a squad car and go pick her up. I'll order you some Thai food as a thanks." And with that, the Chief hung up and Shu simply let out an annoyed groan before standing to his feet. It's as he got up that the overcast sky would begin to weep, slowly rain began to fall from the dark clouds overhead. "You gotta' be kidding me." He'd say aloud, his native Brooklyn accent clear when he's annoyed. Deciding it best to get shelter from the coming weather, he'd head straight for his car and get inside. Pulling up his message from the chief, he'd see the address and enter it into the cars GPS before doing as expected of him.
Like always, the traffic in the city was terrible, and he was going the opposite direction of home at this point. It'd take a full twenty minutes before his car pulled to a stop before a tall high rise apartment building with two other squad cars in front of it and an ambulance sitting at the ready waiting to take the body away. Not before the arrival of a proper detective to close the scene and give the go, however. By now, the rain was pouring in sheets of water from the sky, which lead to Shu hurriedly leaving his discreet vehicle and heading inside where he's greeted by a fellow officer from the station - Tom, a beat cop who has been on the force for all of two years. His overly casual means of addressing the detectives was a means of trying to fit in, and it definitely annoyed some of the other senior authorities but Shu didn't seem to care either way how people talked to him. "Well if it isn't Detective Angel. I figured you would have been home by now, isn't there anyone else who can do this job at the office?" Tom began, gesturing for Shu to follow.
"Seems they want this done correctly, not fast." He'd try to joke back, a jab at his colleges for sure. "With the current heat of the protests going on downtown it's no surprise they want sharp eyes on all Red related cases right now. So, what we got?"
Tom lead Shu as he spoke to the elevator in the main lobby, the concierge who was all too interested in what was going on above already unlocking the elevator for them. "Makes sense to me. This one is pretty cut and dry though. Escort girl comes to visit a client of hers for some side cash, a little lovin' that these Succubi are known for if you know what I mean. Looks like her client tries something she wasn't for, so instead of him stabbing her she got him instead. Lethally." Officer Tom went on about his theory, and Shu simply let out a grunt of understanding. Would it really be that simple?
When the elevator finally opened there were other officers in the halls talking to neighbors, the door leading to the apartment that the crime actually happened currently was taped off and another officer stood guard. All for a single Red? Walking past the other doors, and getting a good few glances from his peers and those in the halls, the casually dressed Detective who currently wore slacks and a long London Fog coat simply made his approach to do his job. A job he hoped would be fast, and easy, so he can get home and start his weekend off right.
Manhattan has changed a lot in the past fifteen years. Looking past the major breakthroughs in science and technology, it is the citizens of this current year of 2033 entirely unpredictable. As infrequent as they are, Angels now take place in the ranks of the social elite to help keep the garden that is our world as healthy and fair as possible. One overlooked detail in this quickly growing utopia is what actually brought angels into our mortal realm, that being demons. They were the first to manifest, something about Hell getting too full and the very gates themselves bursting. It's said that Hell is really just like Detroit, or the projects of the outer city Manhattan. No lakes of fire, per say, just ghettos and slums that are far to overpopulated and incredibly dangerous. Now their overpopulated world has linked to ours, one that was already getting a little too snug as is. It's because of this sudden growth that the Angels came, their and our creator deeming it fit for them to come and manage the day to day of Earth, a place that was once the home of humans and humans alone.
Now we're reminded that it is truly the sandbox of a higher power, and we are simply welcomed guests. Unlike Demons, who are still second class citizens that aren't allowed certain rights. Denied certain jobs in most countries, they live their day to day under the constant observation of the social elites, and because they are titled as dangerous are often rounded up and put into neighborhoods, or projects, in which they can live among their own kind while the world decides what to do with them. There are many advocates preaching for equality, even now many humans have joined the growing protest for fairness, but the religious many stand firm in the highest parts of authority and keep a stern hold on the key that will free this world yet again from a time of suffocating segregation.
Little do the people know that the key to closing the social gap relies only in two people and their fated encounter.
"Ugh." A quiet groan would sound, accompanied with the rhythmic buzzing of a cell phone that rested face down beside an ashtray. Leaning forward over the table, Detective Zhao Shukun would bring his right hand down and snuff his cigarette into the tray before turning his phone over to see who was calling him on his off time. Clearing his throat, and giving a sigh, he'd raise the phone and take the call. "Hey Chief." His voice came out like a low growl, a tone that was as rough as sandpaper calling out to his boss who was on the other end.
"Hey, Shu. We have a situation downtown. A Red got caught at a murder scene, swearing up and down it wasn't her." The Chief of police spoke clearly with the seasoned officer that he had on his team, knowing well his call and task went in good hands. "I'll text the address over now. I trust you can get a confession and her to the station before heading home for the evening?"
The detective switched hands with the phone, only to then look at his right wrist which bore a vintage MVMT watch with a chrome surface and analogue display. "Technically I should have been home an hour ago. You caught me having a smoke in the courtyard before going home." Shu muttered into the phone.
"Oh, so you're still at the station, good. Take a squad car and go pick her up. I'll order you some Thai food as a thanks." And with that, the Chief hung up and Shu simply let out an annoyed groan before standing to his feet. It's as he got up that the overcast sky would begin to weep, slowly rain began to fall from the dark clouds overhead. "You gotta' be kidding me." He'd say aloud, his native Brooklyn accent clear when he's annoyed. Deciding it best to get shelter from the coming weather, he'd head straight for his car and get inside. Pulling up his message from the chief, he'd see the address and enter it into the cars GPS before doing as expected of him.
Like always, the traffic in the city was terrible, and he was going the opposite direction of home at this point. It'd take a full twenty minutes before his car pulled to a stop before a tall high rise apartment building with two other squad cars in front of it and an ambulance sitting at the ready waiting to take the body away. Not before the arrival of a proper detective to close the scene and give the go, however. By now, the rain was pouring in sheets of water from the sky, which lead to Shu hurriedly leaving his discreet vehicle and heading inside where he's greeted by a fellow officer from the station - Tom, a beat cop who has been on the force for all of two years. His overly casual means of addressing the detectives was a means of trying to fit in, and it definitely annoyed some of the other senior authorities but Shu didn't seem to care either way how people talked to him. "Well if it isn't Detective Angel. I figured you would have been home by now, isn't there anyone else who can do this job at the office?" Tom began, gesturing for Shu to follow.
"Seems they want this done correctly, not fast." He'd try to joke back, a jab at his colleges for sure. "With the current heat of the protests going on downtown it's no surprise they want sharp eyes on all Red related cases right now. So, what we got?"
Tom lead Shu as he spoke to the elevator in the main lobby, the concierge who was all too interested in what was going on above already unlocking the elevator for them. "Makes sense to me. This one is pretty cut and dry though. Escort girl comes to visit a client of hers for some side cash, a little lovin' that these Succubi are known for if you know what I mean. Looks like her client tries something she wasn't for, so instead of him stabbing her she got him instead. Lethally." Officer Tom went on about his theory, and Shu simply let out a grunt of understanding. Would it really be that simple?
When the elevator finally opened there were other officers in the halls talking to neighbors, the door leading to the apartment that the crime actually happened currently was taped off and another officer stood guard. All for a single Red? Walking past the other doors, and getting a good few glances from his peers and those in the halls, the casually dressed Detective who currently wore slacks and a long London Fog coat simply made his approach to do his job. A job he hoped would be fast, and easy, so he can get home and start his weekend off right.
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calypso
fairest
Lilith
Although Lilith had done many illegal things in her lifetime. In fact, she had done about ten illegal things just this week. And it was only Wednesday! Not that she was confessing to any crimes, nope.
But this time around, she was actually innocent. She didn’t have a bone in her body to hurt another person physically, much less murder them. So why the hell was she sitting on a couch with cuffs on her wrists, with the dead body of a client being carted out through the doors and into the elevator? Hell if she knew, she was as confused as any of the other people now crowding the small apartment.
It had been a normal night, well, at least for Lilith. She had gotten a call from a client claiming he was celebrating his bachlor party, and that he wanted a stripper to come and entertain him and his guests. Part of her wanted to question him on his loyalty to his wife, and how he was hiring an exotic dancer for himself when he was about to get married in a few days. The other part of her said ‘yes’ as fast as she could, because duh. It wasn’t her marriage to deal with! She just wanted the cash, and boy, he was paying a lot. In fact, it was enough cash for one month of rent, and that nearly had her salivating at the mouth.
Off the streets for one month, and officially not being homeless? Count her the fuck in. She had been squatting way too much recently, and this was just the perfect job opportunity for her. She could almost smell the 99 cent ramen she could cook on her own stove. She was truly insane for thinking of such luxuries.
She had dressed herself up into a nice little black dress, with a bronze clasp to hold the front of it to her neck. It was her finest outfit, and she had picked it specifically in hopes of getting a tip from the client. Surely he would like a more classy stripper, right?
That had been her thoughts as she rode up the elevator to his apartment, nearly giddy in her steps. Never once had Lilith been excited about a job, given they never paid enough for her to actually get a home. This time around, this was it. Maybe she could even quit stripping and get a real job once she settled down. She hadn’t even noticed the man who got onto the elevator with her, only politely waving to him once she got off at her stop. He must of spilled some water on his jacket, it was all dark.
Hah! That was the real fantasy here. Imagine someone in the city actually hiring a demon. Funny one, Lilith.
Of course, she never got that cash. Instead, she was greeted with the dead body of the client on the floor, his eyes wide and glassy. Blood stained the front of his polo shirt, and it had begun to pool under him in a dark puddle. It was actually Lilith screaming that had alerted another tenant in the apartment to call 911, and it took them less than two minutes to arrive on the scene. What they found was Lilith bending over the client, her fingers pressed up against his wrist in a poor attempt to check his pulse. Maybe he was actually alive? Sure, she didn’t know how to medically help someone, but she could of probably done something.
All of that led to the current scene, and a lot of cursing.
“Are you fucking kidding me?! I said it wasn’t me, I don’t even have any blood on me! I wouldn’t kill someone, period! Especially in this dress, this is the nicest one I have!” Lilith shouted at the nearest officer, who was a jelly-legged young men who clearly had never worked around any sort of demons before. If her red skin wasn’t scary enough, the horns, fangs, and tail swaying behind her would surely do the trick.
“Do I get a lawyer? I want a lawyer. I didn’t kill this dude, he was going to pay me, seriously. Ugh, loosen up these cuffs, you did them really tight! I can barely feel my fingertips, come on, really. Can you seriously loosen these up?” She whined to the officer, kicking her feet forward and back. Her heels had long since come off, removed as evidence by some other police officer who liked touching her legs way too much.
“Also, I’m not a prostitute, or an escort, I am an exotic dancer. It is an art form, and it’s very degrading for you to be referring to me as someone who sells their body to ugly men. I just dance for the ugly men.” What a pretty way to say stripper.
Due to the constant shifting crime-scene, Lilith hadn’t even noticed Detective Zhao enter. She could, however, get a whiff of celestials. Oh great.
Although Lilith had done many illegal things in her lifetime. In fact, she had done about ten illegal things just this week. And it was only Wednesday! Not that she was confessing to any crimes, nope.
But this time around, she was actually innocent. She didn’t have a bone in her body to hurt another person physically, much less murder them. So why the hell was she sitting on a couch with cuffs on her wrists, with the dead body of a client being carted out through the doors and into the elevator? Hell if she knew, she was as confused as any of the other people now crowding the small apartment.
It had been a normal night, well, at least for Lilith. She had gotten a call from a client claiming he was celebrating his bachlor party, and that he wanted a stripper to come and entertain him and his guests. Part of her wanted to question him on his loyalty to his wife, and how he was hiring an exotic dancer for himself when he was about to get married in a few days. The other part of her said ‘yes’ as fast as she could, because duh. It wasn’t her marriage to deal with! She just wanted the cash, and boy, he was paying a lot. In fact, it was enough cash for one month of rent, and that nearly had her salivating at the mouth.
Off the streets for one month, and officially not being homeless? Count her the fuck in. She had been squatting way too much recently, and this was just the perfect job opportunity for her. She could almost smell the 99 cent ramen she could cook on her own stove. She was truly insane for thinking of such luxuries.
She had dressed herself up into a nice little black dress, with a bronze clasp to hold the front of it to her neck. It was her finest outfit, and she had picked it specifically in hopes of getting a tip from the client. Surely he would like a more classy stripper, right?
That had been her thoughts as she rode up the elevator to his apartment, nearly giddy in her steps. Never once had Lilith been excited about a job, given they never paid enough for her to actually get a home. This time around, this was it. Maybe she could even quit stripping and get a real job once she settled down. She hadn’t even noticed the man who got onto the elevator with her, only politely waving to him once she got off at her stop. He must of spilled some water on his jacket, it was all dark.
Hah! That was the real fantasy here. Imagine someone in the city actually hiring a demon. Funny one, Lilith.
Of course, she never got that cash. Instead, she was greeted with the dead body of the client on the floor, his eyes wide and glassy. Blood stained the front of his polo shirt, and it had begun to pool under him in a dark puddle. It was actually Lilith screaming that had alerted another tenant in the apartment to call 911, and it took them less than two minutes to arrive on the scene. What they found was Lilith bending over the client, her fingers pressed up against his wrist in a poor attempt to check his pulse. Maybe he was actually alive? Sure, she didn’t know how to medically help someone, but she could of probably done something.
All of that led to the current scene, and a lot of cursing.
“Are you fucking kidding me?! I said it wasn’t me, I don’t even have any blood on me! I wouldn’t kill someone, period! Especially in this dress, this is the nicest one I have!” Lilith shouted at the nearest officer, who was a jelly-legged young men who clearly had never worked around any sort of demons before. If her red skin wasn’t scary enough, the horns, fangs, and tail swaying behind her would surely do the trick.
“Do I get a lawyer? I want a lawyer. I didn’t kill this dude, he was going to pay me, seriously. Ugh, loosen up these cuffs, you did them really tight! I can barely feel my fingertips, come on, really. Can you seriously loosen these up?” She whined to the officer, kicking her feet forward and back. Her heels had long since come off, removed as evidence by some other police officer who liked touching her legs way too much.
“Also, I’m not a prostitute, or an escort, I am an exotic dancer. It is an art form, and it’s very degrading for you to be referring to me as someone who sells their body to ugly men. I just dance for the ugly men.” What a pretty way to say stripper.
Due to the constant shifting crime-scene, Lilith hadn’t even noticed Detective Zhao enter. She could, however, get a whiff of celestials. Oh great.
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Sir Sunrise
Detective Zhao Shukun
The first thing Shu noticed when reaching the entryway was how noisy the suspect was, not really in the mood to deal with someone like her. It is as he stood there, ready to start his job that he'd pause and begin to focus. Almost like the world around him got a grey filter, he'd start to muffle out all noise save for the voice of Lilith from inside. Even Tom, who was in the middle of trying to say something to Shu, would become white noise. Honey brown eyes looked to the door frame, and while putting on gloves he'd begin to inspect it - His current goal was finding signs of forced entry. Once clear, he'd reach out and touch the locking mechanism and feel it was still sturdy, not even scratched from picks.
It's only after thoroughly checking the door he'd determined there was no forced entry, whoever came in and did this was allowed inside. This definitely made Toms theory have some solid ground. Ground... Ground. Looking straight down, the hallway carpeting would be blotted with water from the wet boots that have been in and out of the apartment. The entry of the apartment itself was hardwood, but the hallway outside to the rest of the building was thin tile carpets. Kneeling down, he'd press his fingers to the tile only to feel the cool dampness on his fingertips. It looked like something stained the carpet tile before they arrived and got water everywhere. "Pull this tile, Tom. And the surrounding four. Get a few near the elevator as well, bag them and get them to forensics." Shu would demand, still not snapping out of his focus just yet.
Tom would do as told, even after being so rudely interrupted when trying to small talk the detective. It was known that when Shu got like this it was best to just watch and listen. Lifting the police tape to enter, his eyes would scan primarily low. The issue with stabbing was they were clean, unlike guns that have stopping and impact power which leads to a spray or mist of blood, a stabbing left clean wounds that typically meant a weapon would be needed in order to truly determine who used it. Moving to where the body should be, Shu would suddenly snap back to reality as he sees it is gone. "Excuse me. Where the fuck is the body?" Shu would ask, both hands raising to gesture to the empty spot. He didn't know that he'd gone up one elevator while the paramedics went down the other just moments ago. It is only after he sternly questioned the room that most everyone would silence.
Looking around the room for an answer, it was clear none really had a good answer for him. What could they say? They cleared a room before proper investigation, they were just that sure the case was so simple - So quick to prosecute a Red simply because what she was. While he too found Demons to be second class, he disliked a puzzle with missing pieces far more. "Uh, we're getting it to a coroner to get the autop-" One of the other detectives from the same office spoke up, not making eye contact while speaking since it was clear Shu was irritated.
"Sorry, my bad. I was called here when I'm off duty only to find out you already moved the body? You better have one thorough fucking report, Winters." Shu spoke out to Detective Winters as if he were berating him, and the younger detective actually started to look a little angry. A defense mechanism as he was called out on his own wrong doing, soon looking to his senior coworker in defiance. "It's a cut and dry case. You're just here to pick her up, I got the rest. A run of the mill sta-" Winters was cut off as Shu began to speak over him again, his voice loud and clearly increasingly annoyed.
"Cut and dry? Really, a stabbing happens and you use the term cut and dry? Did you just graduate your training? I doubt it, because if you had you'd have spoken up about the weapon you found that was used, and present me a file stating your findings. Or did you plan on just flirting with the beat all evening?" His right hand rose to point to an officer who was standing beside Detective Winters, a woman who wasted no time in stepping away from Winters to go and at least look busy.
"No. We... We're checking the trash chute for a knife right now. It's possible she also cleaned the blade she used and put it back." He'd finally start offering some details, to which Shu turned towards the kitchen and rose an eyebrow. Still not having had acknowledged Lilith herself yet, he'd finally look back to Winters. "You're saying she came in, went to his kitchen and got his knife and then killed him with said knife. Was there signs of a struggle? Does she have any marks on her that would suggest there was an altercation?" As Shu questioned the younger dick their eyes would meet and a long quiet pause would go on.
Only after a few moments Winters would drop his gaze and look towards the door. "Sorry, Sir. I'll go put a hold on the transport. I'll also go see if the camera at the front lobby can be any use." Winters finally broke down, realizing his own lazy way of handling case was noticed. Really he was a fine detective, fitting to take over Zhaos legacy one day - However, Winters let his prejudice for Demons allow him to slip up on his duties. Shu would watch his colleague leave the room without saying another word, only to soon after hear the room start to buzz with conversation again. After which, he'd look down to the bloodied stain on the rug in the center of the living room, realizing he wouldn't get anything from that. So instead, his attention would finally shift to Lilith.
She'd be able to tell he was celestial. The white hair was a dead give away, though with how old he looked it was entirely possible he just went grey. On top of that, his clearly commanding presence even managed to snuff out her voice as she and everyone else found themselves watching him chew out his own colleague that whole time. Almost like how you can't help but look at a tragedy like a car crash, or a person jumping from a building. As he walked towards her, he'd reach inside his long coat only to pull out two things - A pen, and a notepad. "Hello miss, I am Detective Zhao Shukun. If you're okay with it, would you mind giving me the details from your perspective on what happened tonight?" While speaking, it was clear he would talk exactly the same if it was anyone else. As if he'd say this exact same thing tens of thousands of times. She was being spoken to like a suspect, sure, but at least not like a demon suspect.
The first thing Shu noticed when reaching the entryway was how noisy the suspect was, not really in the mood to deal with someone like her. It is as he stood there, ready to start his job that he'd pause and begin to focus. Almost like the world around him got a grey filter, he'd start to muffle out all noise save for the voice of Lilith from inside. Even Tom, who was in the middle of trying to say something to Shu, would become white noise. Honey brown eyes looked to the door frame, and while putting on gloves he'd begin to inspect it - His current goal was finding signs of forced entry. Once clear, he'd reach out and touch the locking mechanism and feel it was still sturdy, not even scratched from picks.
It's only after thoroughly checking the door he'd determined there was no forced entry, whoever came in and did this was allowed inside. This definitely made Toms theory have some solid ground. Ground... Ground. Looking straight down, the hallway carpeting would be blotted with water from the wet boots that have been in and out of the apartment. The entry of the apartment itself was hardwood, but the hallway outside to the rest of the building was thin tile carpets. Kneeling down, he'd press his fingers to the tile only to feel the cool dampness on his fingertips. It looked like something stained the carpet tile before they arrived and got water everywhere. "Pull this tile, Tom. And the surrounding four. Get a few near the elevator as well, bag them and get them to forensics." Shu would demand, still not snapping out of his focus just yet.
Tom would do as told, even after being so rudely interrupted when trying to small talk the detective. It was known that when Shu got like this it was best to just watch and listen. Lifting the police tape to enter, his eyes would scan primarily low. The issue with stabbing was they were clean, unlike guns that have stopping and impact power which leads to a spray or mist of blood, a stabbing left clean wounds that typically meant a weapon would be needed in order to truly determine who used it. Moving to where the body should be, Shu would suddenly snap back to reality as he sees it is gone. "Excuse me. Where the fuck is the body?" Shu would ask, both hands raising to gesture to the empty spot. He didn't know that he'd gone up one elevator while the paramedics went down the other just moments ago. It is only after he sternly questioned the room that most everyone would silence.
Looking around the room for an answer, it was clear none really had a good answer for him. What could they say? They cleared a room before proper investigation, they were just that sure the case was so simple - So quick to prosecute a Red simply because what she was. While he too found Demons to be second class, he disliked a puzzle with missing pieces far more. "Uh, we're getting it to a coroner to get the autop-" One of the other detectives from the same office spoke up, not making eye contact while speaking since it was clear Shu was irritated.
"Sorry, my bad. I was called here when I'm off duty only to find out you already moved the body? You better have one thorough fucking report, Winters." Shu spoke out to Detective Winters as if he were berating him, and the younger detective actually started to look a little angry. A defense mechanism as he was called out on his own wrong doing, soon looking to his senior coworker in defiance. "It's a cut and dry case. You're just here to pick her up, I got the rest. A run of the mill sta-" Winters was cut off as Shu began to speak over him again, his voice loud and clearly increasingly annoyed.
"Cut and dry? Really, a stabbing happens and you use the term cut and dry? Did you just graduate your training? I doubt it, because if you had you'd have spoken up about the weapon you found that was used, and present me a file stating your findings. Or did you plan on just flirting with the beat all evening?" His right hand rose to point to an officer who was standing beside Detective Winters, a woman who wasted no time in stepping away from Winters to go and at least look busy.
"No. We... We're checking the trash chute for a knife right now. It's possible she also cleaned the blade she used and put it back." He'd finally start offering some details, to which Shu turned towards the kitchen and rose an eyebrow. Still not having had acknowledged Lilith herself yet, he'd finally look back to Winters. "You're saying she came in, went to his kitchen and got his knife and then killed him with said knife. Was there signs of a struggle? Does she have any marks on her that would suggest there was an altercation?" As Shu questioned the younger dick their eyes would meet and a long quiet pause would go on.
Only after a few moments Winters would drop his gaze and look towards the door. "Sorry, Sir. I'll go put a hold on the transport. I'll also go see if the camera at the front lobby can be any use." Winters finally broke down, realizing his own lazy way of handling case was noticed. Really he was a fine detective, fitting to take over Zhaos legacy one day - However, Winters let his prejudice for Demons allow him to slip up on his duties. Shu would watch his colleague leave the room without saying another word, only to soon after hear the room start to buzz with conversation again. After which, he'd look down to the bloodied stain on the rug in the center of the living room, realizing he wouldn't get anything from that. So instead, his attention would finally shift to Lilith.
She'd be able to tell he was celestial. The white hair was a dead give away, though with how old he looked it was entirely possible he just went grey. On top of that, his clearly commanding presence even managed to snuff out her voice as she and everyone else found themselves watching him chew out his own colleague that whole time. Almost like how you can't help but look at a tragedy like a car crash, or a person jumping from a building. As he walked towards her, he'd reach inside his long coat only to pull out two things - A pen, and a notepad. "Hello miss, I am Detective Zhao Shukun. If you're okay with it, would you mind giving me the details from your perspective on what happened tonight?" While speaking, it was clear he would talk exactly the same if it was anyone else. As if he'd say this exact same thing tens of thousands of times. She was being spoken to like a suspect, sure, but at least not like a demon suspect.
calypso
fairest
Lilith
Lilith had been in the middle of shouting at the young officer when the booming voice of Shukun rung across the tiny apartment. A wince followed soon after, her pointed ears visibly shifting backwards in an attempt to lesser the noise. He sounded more pissed off than her, which seemed impossible at the time. Hell, she was the one who was currently under arrest for a crime she absolutely did not commit. Watching the argument ensure between the officers, she couldn’t help but give an annoyed flick of her tail. The end was a spade, the black texture almost shiny in the harsh lighting of the room. Normally, it was tucked up and under her shirt to avoid any unwanted tugs, but it had slipped free in her rants.
Why had they removed the body from the premise? Lilith had seen enough cop shows in passings to know they normally left the body around for at least photos. That thing had been tagged and bagged faster than an Amazon prime delivery, and she hadn’t seen the flash of a bulb go off once in her time in the apartment. Then again, she had been screaming since the cuffs were slapped down on her wrists. Speaking of cuffs, why were they so god damn tight? She couldn’t even move her pinkies properly at this point, but it was far too risky to just…
Maybe just a little bit. The officers couldn’t even see her hands, anyway. Scooting back a bit further on the couch, it only took a few seconds for her wrists to shift. They became even smaller than before, and if she really wanted, she could slip the cuffs off with ease. She didn’t, however, given she didn’t enjoy being shot or tackled to the ground. At least they weren’t cutting off her circulation anymore. Maybe when they shove her into the police car, she could make her grand escape considering she was very innocent here. Oh, she had no trust in the justice system, either. She was red, for crying out loud! The second she stepped into the station, her punishment was already decided. No way in hell was she letting that happen.
It’s only when Detective Zhao began to approach her, did she snap back to reality. Her amber eyes shifted to stare up at him, all while her nose visibly shifted and bunched up. White hair, overwhelming presence...He was celestial, just based off appearance. The scent was a dead give-away, too. He was clean, fresh. Didn’t smell like the streets. Like she did. Focusing that intense gaze on his own, Lilith just cocked a dark eyebrow upward. This was rich. Sending a celestial to question her! She really was getting shipped out to death row already.
“Seriously? Oh, that’s funny. That’s really cute. They sent an angel to question the scary bad demon. No, that’s totally fine. I’d be delighted to tell what you happened, only I don’t fucking know! I got paid for a gig tonight, told it was a bachelor party. Lo and behold, the bastard is dead when I arrive. I freaked out, like a normal person would, and suddenly I’m handcuffed on a couch while the officer next to me gets a fear boner. I’ve told about ten other people that, but no one seems to believe me. Cause, you know, the 5’2 demon stripper can take out the 6’4 dude with so many steroids pumped into him, he may just pop!” She snapped out in a long huff, only breathing after her final words. It’s no surprise she was so angry, who wouldn’t be? She had no issue telling him everything she knew, considering it was the truth.
Sure, she lied a lot in her life, but this was the rare time she wasn’t.
Lilith had been in the middle of shouting at the young officer when the booming voice of Shukun rung across the tiny apartment. A wince followed soon after, her pointed ears visibly shifting backwards in an attempt to lesser the noise. He sounded more pissed off than her, which seemed impossible at the time. Hell, she was the one who was currently under arrest for a crime she absolutely did not commit. Watching the argument ensure between the officers, she couldn’t help but give an annoyed flick of her tail. The end was a spade, the black texture almost shiny in the harsh lighting of the room. Normally, it was tucked up and under her shirt to avoid any unwanted tugs, but it had slipped free in her rants.
Why had they removed the body from the premise? Lilith had seen enough cop shows in passings to know they normally left the body around for at least photos. That thing had been tagged and bagged faster than an Amazon prime delivery, and she hadn’t seen the flash of a bulb go off once in her time in the apartment. Then again, she had been screaming since the cuffs were slapped down on her wrists. Speaking of cuffs, why were they so god damn tight? She couldn’t even move her pinkies properly at this point, but it was far too risky to just…
Maybe just a little bit. The officers couldn’t even see her hands, anyway. Scooting back a bit further on the couch, it only took a few seconds for her wrists to shift. They became even smaller than before, and if she really wanted, she could slip the cuffs off with ease. She didn’t, however, given she didn’t enjoy being shot or tackled to the ground. At least they weren’t cutting off her circulation anymore. Maybe when they shove her into the police car, she could make her grand escape considering she was very innocent here. Oh, she had no trust in the justice system, either. She was red, for crying out loud! The second she stepped into the station, her punishment was already decided. No way in hell was she letting that happen.
It’s only when Detective Zhao began to approach her, did she snap back to reality. Her amber eyes shifted to stare up at him, all while her nose visibly shifted and bunched up. White hair, overwhelming presence...He was celestial, just based off appearance. The scent was a dead give-away, too. He was clean, fresh. Didn’t smell like the streets. Like she did. Focusing that intense gaze on his own, Lilith just cocked a dark eyebrow upward. This was rich. Sending a celestial to question her! She really was getting shipped out to death row already.
“Seriously? Oh, that’s funny. That’s really cute. They sent an angel to question the scary bad demon. No, that’s totally fine. I’d be delighted to tell what you happened, only I don’t fucking know! I got paid for a gig tonight, told it was a bachelor party. Lo and behold, the bastard is dead when I arrive. I freaked out, like a normal person would, and suddenly I’m handcuffed on a couch while the officer next to me gets a fear boner. I’ve told about ten other people that, but no one seems to believe me. Cause, you know, the 5’2 demon stripper can take out the 6’4 dude with so many steroids pumped into him, he may just pop!” She snapped out in a long huff, only breathing after her final words. It’s no surprise she was so angry, who wouldn’t be? She had no issue telling him everything she knew, considering it was the truth.
Sure, she lied a lot in her life, but this was the rare time she wasn’t.
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Sir Sunrise
Detective Zhao Shukun
Even with the clear sarcasm and anger in her words, Shu would waste no time to write damn near everything she said into his notebook. Flipping the page only once, there would be a long pause once she finished speaking for him to completely catch up with his footnotes. He'd skipped a few details, such as the unimportant insults thrown towards his peers. Once done, he'd take a second to look over what she'd said so far, only to look back to her. He lacked the fear the others had, and if she had to guess he actually looked rather tired. Not physically, more so just tired of this exact cycle. "I'm sorry to hear that, miss. I assure you only I can decide if you go to the station or not. That being said, I speak on the behalf of everyone when I thank you for your cooperation."
It's then that he'd look towards the officer who had been with her this whole time. "Her cuffs, please." Shu calmly and quietly asked, though the man was wise enough to know it as an order. Coming to stand before Lilith again, the officer would fumble for a moment to remove her cuffs. Once they were off, he'd put them away on his own belt before stepping away. "So, I'm going to ask you a series of questions to help me fully understand the situation. Firstly, please tell me your name and where you live." With a click of his pen, Shu would get ready to start writing again.
Even with the clear sarcasm and anger in her words, Shu would waste no time to write damn near everything she said into his notebook. Flipping the page only once, there would be a long pause once she finished speaking for him to completely catch up with his footnotes. He'd skipped a few details, such as the unimportant insults thrown towards his peers. Once done, he'd take a second to look over what she'd said so far, only to look back to her. He lacked the fear the others had, and if she had to guess he actually looked rather tired. Not physically, more so just tired of this exact cycle. "I'm sorry to hear that, miss. I assure you only I can decide if you go to the station or not. That being said, I speak on the behalf of everyone when I thank you for your cooperation."
It's then that he'd look towards the officer who had been with her this whole time. "Her cuffs, please." Shu calmly and quietly asked, though the man was wise enough to know it as an order. Coming to stand before Lilith again, the officer would fumble for a moment to remove her cuffs. Once they were off, he'd put them away on his own belt before stepping away. "So, I'm going to ask you a series of questions to help me fully understand the situation. Firstly, please tell me your name and where you live." With a click of his pen, Shu would get ready to start writing again.
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Lilith
“Oh yeah, on the behalf of everyone,” she replied in the same sarcastic manner as before, her lips pulling back in a clear smirk. Her sharp canine tooth tugged barely on her lip as she did, once again revealing an inhuman feature on her. She didn’t seem to mind how often it caught on her skin, but she was likely used to it since it was her own teeth.
Meanwhile, her slitted pupils shifted around as she drank him in. He wasn’t scared, which wouldn’t benefit her in the long run. It meant she wouldn’t be able to intimadate him, which threw her first plan out the window. She was still handcuffed, which--
Oh, oh? He was ordering for the removal of her cuffs, but her hands were currently a lot smaller than the actual cuffs. In an instant, they had returned to their original size, causing a painful wince to grace her features. That officer had placed them on way too tight, and he knew it. Rolling her eyes back, she tried to ignore the clear stench of sweat pouring off the man who was currently bent over her, in his attempt to remove the tight cuffs from around her wrists. Once they had been tugged off and away from her, Lilith was visibly seen rubbing at her sore skin. If she wasn’t red, the sores would likely be visible. Her attention shifted right back to Shu again as she stood up, revealing her rather short stature and tail. It gave an annoyed flick behind her, before wrapping around her gut and vanishing under her dress.
“One, you may refer to me as Lilith. No last name, so don’t try to press for one because I don’t know it. Two,” she said, before abruptly stopping. Her fingers had been held up to signal both points one and two, before she realized she didn’t have a point two.
“I don’t have a current address.”
“Oh yeah, on the behalf of everyone,” she replied in the same sarcastic manner as before, her lips pulling back in a clear smirk. Her sharp canine tooth tugged barely on her lip as she did, once again revealing an inhuman feature on her. She didn’t seem to mind how often it caught on her skin, but she was likely used to it since it was her own teeth.
Meanwhile, her slitted pupils shifted around as she drank him in. He wasn’t scared, which wouldn’t benefit her in the long run. It meant she wouldn’t be able to intimadate him, which threw her first plan out the window. She was still handcuffed, which--
Oh, oh? He was ordering for the removal of her cuffs, but her hands were currently a lot smaller than the actual cuffs. In an instant, they had returned to their original size, causing a painful wince to grace her features. That officer had placed them on way too tight, and he knew it. Rolling her eyes back, she tried to ignore the clear stench of sweat pouring off the man who was currently bent over her, in his attempt to remove the tight cuffs from around her wrists. Once they had been tugged off and away from her, Lilith was visibly seen rubbing at her sore skin. If she wasn’t red, the sores would likely be visible. Her attention shifted right back to Shu again as she stood up, revealing her rather short stature and tail. It gave an annoyed flick behind her, before wrapping around her gut and vanishing under her dress.
“One, you may refer to me as Lilith. No last name, so don’t try to press for one because I don’t know it. Two,” she said, before abruptly stopping. Her fingers had been held up to signal both points one and two, before she realized she didn’t have a point two.
“I don’t have a current address.”
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Sir Sunrise
Detective Zhao Shukun
While his pen definitely did sit against the paper, it would not move. Nothing she had said was useful information, there just wasn't anything to learn from it. She couldn't be looked into since she definitely wouldn't be in any network with no last name. She had no address, which likely also meant she wouldn't have any documentation in regards to housing. As for work... Well, he was willing to bet she wasn't on the clock.
If anything, all Shu learned from her 'two points'is that she was living a pretty sad life right now. "Uhuh." He'd respond with a sound of acknowledgement, at the same time it was at least clear that he was surprised. He knew the conditions in which most Demons lived in, but didn't really dwell on it. Kind of like how you don't think of third world countries and the atrocities there. Giving a brief pause, the Detective would take a step back and start looking over Lilith for the first time; Really actually looking at her.
A nice dress, and judging from her comment earlier she held it in high regard. It appeared to be the only thing of value she had on her, and unlike human strippers she wasn't wearing any flashy jewelry. Everything was rather modest, which was also a bit of a surprise. Either way, he couldn't see any blood on her or signs of a struggle. Reaching up and into his coat again, he'd put his notebook away before speaking again. "May I please see your hands?" He'd ask directly, looking up and locking his honey golden eyes upon her own.
While she may be unsure of his intentions, a typical practice of his was looking over the hands if a suspect. The condition of their skin and nails revealed much, even if just to tell a little story to him. Sometimes he gets lucky and blood or skin can be found under their nails, or maybe blisters from practicing with a weapon they typically don't. So, time to more or less read Liliths palm.
While his pen definitely did sit against the paper, it would not move. Nothing she had said was useful information, there just wasn't anything to learn from it. She couldn't be looked into since she definitely wouldn't be in any network with no last name. She had no address, which likely also meant she wouldn't have any documentation in regards to housing. As for work... Well, he was willing to bet she wasn't on the clock.
If anything, all Shu learned from her 'two points'is that she was living a pretty sad life right now. "Uhuh." He'd respond with a sound of acknowledgement, at the same time it was at least clear that he was surprised. He knew the conditions in which most Demons lived in, but didn't really dwell on it. Kind of like how you don't think of third world countries and the atrocities there. Giving a brief pause, the Detective would take a step back and start looking over Lilith for the first time; Really actually looking at her.
A nice dress, and judging from her comment earlier she held it in high regard. It appeared to be the only thing of value she had on her, and unlike human strippers she wasn't wearing any flashy jewelry. Everything was rather modest, which was also a bit of a surprise. Either way, he couldn't see any blood on her or signs of a struggle. Reaching up and into his coat again, he'd put his notebook away before speaking again. "May I please see your hands?" He'd ask directly, looking up and locking his honey golden eyes upon her own.
While she may be unsure of his intentions, a typical practice of his was looking over the hands if a suspect. The condition of their skin and nails revealed much, even if just to tell a little story to him. Sometimes he gets lucky and blood or skin can be found under their nails, or maybe blisters from practicing with a weapon they typically don't. So, time to more or less read Liliths palm.
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Lilith
Her eyebrow once again shifted upward as she stared at him, before her eyes visibly rolled in an agitated manner. She assumed he was simply checking her out, which was definitely annoying. Were all the officers and detectives immature and idiotic in their jobs? No wonder Lilith thought she was doomed from the start. “Okay, bud, thank you staring at my tits for a solid five seconds. It has really improved my night.”
It’s upon his request to see her hands that Lilith shifted uncomfortably. Had he noticed the loose cuffs on her before? Surely it wasn’t to just see her nails, given the state they were in. They weren’t ugly by any means, but she couldn’t afford polish, much less a manicure. Still, they were shaped like almonds, the curve soft. A defeated sigh left the back of her throat a few seconds after his request, seemingly losing some internal battle with herself. Her arms shifted forward, and she was soon presenting her hands to him. Palms down, fingers splayed.
Of course, her hands weren’t big. Small like her stature, they seemed rather soft opposed to the rough expectations most would have. No blood coated her fingers, and if he went to inspect under her nails, he’d find nothing. At least she kept somewhat good care of herself, given her current circumstances. A tapping was heard as her foot bounced nervously, even in her sharp high heels. What demon wouldn’t be nervous when a celestial was inspecting their hands?
“So…”
Her eyebrow once again shifted upward as she stared at him, before her eyes visibly rolled in an agitated manner. She assumed he was simply checking her out, which was definitely annoying. Were all the officers and detectives immature and idiotic in their jobs? No wonder Lilith thought she was doomed from the start. “Okay, bud, thank you staring at my tits for a solid five seconds. It has really improved my night.”
It’s upon his request to see her hands that Lilith shifted uncomfortably. Had he noticed the loose cuffs on her before? Surely it wasn’t to just see her nails, given the state they were in. They weren’t ugly by any means, but she couldn’t afford polish, much less a manicure. Still, they were shaped like almonds, the curve soft. A defeated sigh left the back of her throat a few seconds after his request, seemingly losing some internal battle with herself. Her arms shifted forward, and she was soon presenting her hands to him. Palms down, fingers splayed.
Of course, her hands weren’t big. Small like her stature, they seemed rather soft opposed to the rough expectations most would have. No blood coated her fingers, and if he went to inspect under her nails, he’d find nothing. At least she kept somewhat good care of herself, given her current circumstances. A tapping was heard as her foot bounced nervously, even in her sharp high heels. What demon wouldn’t be nervous when a celestial was inspecting their hands?
“So…”
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Sir Sunrise
Detective Zhao Shukun
Before doing anything, he'd let his eyes lift from her hands to give her a look. A certain annoyance was in his gaze, a hint that this stoic man was clearly taking everything seriously in this moment. With his hands reaching out, he'd look back down to hers. Not offering a single word in response to her comment about his wondering gaze. After all, sure he might have enjoyed his initial observation of her more than most he does when on the job, but he wasn't the kind to let any appreciation linger. His touch would feel cool to her own, his hands surprisingly softer than she may have expected as they both would be used in thoroughly checking her hands.
First, her left. With one hand moving to her wrist to hold it, he'd hesitate as his keen observational skills noticed the light abrasions on her wrist. Looking down quickly to her other hand, he'd put the pieces together immediately given the comment earlier and quietly agree that yes, those cuffs were too tight. His hand instead just held under the top of her hand, so her palms would stay up while his other hand simply spread each finger and checked each nail. After which, he'd repeat the process without so much as a pause. It was only after a minute when he was done he'd give a quiet sigh. "Miss Lilith, last thing I need you to do is take this for me right now." As he began to make his final request, Shu would reach into his coat and hold out a pen. All the while, his eyes would be set upon hers. The way he spoke was with a slight urgency, his words even came out a bit quicker. For some reason, the way he said right now made it seem as if this last task was important.
Before doing anything, he'd let his eyes lift from her hands to give her a look. A certain annoyance was in his gaze, a hint that this stoic man was clearly taking everything seriously in this moment. With his hands reaching out, he'd look back down to hers. Not offering a single word in response to her comment about his wondering gaze. After all, sure he might have enjoyed his initial observation of her more than most he does when on the job, but he wasn't the kind to let any appreciation linger. His touch would feel cool to her own, his hands surprisingly softer than she may have expected as they both would be used in thoroughly checking her hands.
First, her left. With one hand moving to her wrist to hold it, he'd hesitate as his keen observational skills noticed the light abrasions on her wrist. Looking down quickly to her other hand, he'd put the pieces together immediately given the comment earlier and quietly agree that yes, those cuffs were too tight. His hand instead just held under the top of her hand, so her palms would stay up while his other hand simply spread each finger and checked each nail. After which, he'd repeat the process without so much as a pause. It was only after a minute when he was done he'd give a quiet sigh. "Miss Lilith, last thing I need you to do is take this for me right now." As he began to make his final request, Shu would reach into his coat and hold out a pen. All the while, his eyes would be set upon hers. The way he spoke was with a slight urgency, his words even came out a bit quicker. For some reason, the way he said right now made it seem as if this last task was important.
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Lilith
A scoff left the back of her throat at his annoyed look, but she still seemed rather pleased with herself. People had many different ways of handling issues in the heat of the moment, and Lilith tried to constantly take the edge off it all by making *many* poorly timed jokes. In this case, the humor was directed mainly towards herself in an ill attempt to lighten the mood. A shudder shot up her back at the feeling of his hands take her own, clearly shocked at the overall softness of them. He looked like he stepped straight out of a Noir film, or something like that. She didn’t get to watch many movies, but he looked tough and gritty. Kinda cool for an angel fucker.
Letting her gaze wander as he examined her hand, she began to look over the crime scene once again. She hadn’t looked around too much before, considering she was covering her eyes to avoid looking at the dead body. Now a pile of blood was left behind, and she still didn’t enjoy looking at that. Visible discomfort crossed over her features, her lips pulling downward into a frown whilst her nose crinkled up. Human blood always smelled so sharp, like copper. She absolutely hated it. A question snapped her attention back to the white-haired detective, and she tilted her head to the side in a slightly curious manner. She had never been arrested before, but maybe this was just procedure?
Reaching forward to grasp the pen in her left hand, she held it like anyone else would. In fact, she began to lightly twirl it between her fingers as she watched his features. “Want me to sign an autograph?”
A scoff left the back of her throat at his annoyed look, but she still seemed rather pleased with herself. People had many different ways of handling issues in the heat of the moment, and Lilith tried to constantly take the edge off it all by making *many* poorly timed jokes. In this case, the humor was directed mainly towards herself in an ill attempt to lighten the mood. A shudder shot up her back at the feeling of his hands take her own, clearly shocked at the overall softness of them. He looked like he stepped straight out of a Noir film, or something like that. She didn’t get to watch many movies, but he looked tough and gritty. Kinda cool for an angel fucker.
Letting her gaze wander as he examined her hand, she began to look over the crime scene once again. She hadn’t looked around too much before, considering she was covering her eyes to avoid looking at the dead body. Now a pile of blood was left behind, and she still didn’t enjoy looking at that. Visible discomfort crossed over her features, her lips pulling downward into a frown whilst her nose crinkled up. Human blood always smelled so sharp, like copper. She absolutely hated it. A question snapped her attention back to the white-haired detective, and she tilted her head to the side in a slightly curious manner. She had never been arrested before, but maybe this was just procedure?
Reaching forward to grasp the pen in her left hand, she held it like anyone else would. In fact, she began to lightly twirl it between her fingers as she watched his features. “Want me to sign an autograph?”
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Sir Sunrise
Detective Zhao Shukun
With her now holding his pen in hand, he'd give it a moment before responding. With her dexterous twirling it was no doubt that she was left handed, which predominantly less of the world tends to be. This would definitely help if the man stabbed is deemed to be stabbed by someone who is clearly right handed; An easy thing to learn by even the even the most rudimentary forensics checks. Hell, if the body was still up here he could do it himself.
"That's actually not a bad idea." He would say assuredly, holding his hand out then for the pen back. He could with a clear conscious tell her she is free to go if the body cleared her, but it would also be good to bring her back to the station and register her officially. "We're going back to the station, I'll get an official statement from you there and you can stay the night in the precinct while an autopsy is performed. Normally I'd say you're free to go home until we reach out to you, but you aren't a legally registered citizen and have no address to find you." As he explained this to her, she'd definitely be able to paint the picture that her current financial and citizenship status was very restricting of her freedoms.
"Ready to go, miss Lilith?" It also appeared Shu wasn't asking. Sure, she wasn't under arrest, but she certainly could be.
With her now holding his pen in hand, he'd give it a moment before responding. With her dexterous twirling it was no doubt that she was left handed, which predominantly less of the world tends to be. This would definitely help if the man stabbed is deemed to be stabbed by someone who is clearly right handed; An easy thing to learn by even the even the most rudimentary forensics checks. Hell, if the body was still up here he could do it himself.
"That's actually not a bad idea." He would say assuredly, holding his hand out then for the pen back. He could with a clear conscious tell her she is free to go if the body cleared her, but it would also be good to bring her back to the station and register her officially. "We're going back to the station, I'll get an official statement from you there and you can stay the night in the precinct while an autopsy is performed. Normally I'd say you're free to go home until we reach out to you, but you aren't a legally registered citizen and have no address to find you." As he explained this to her, she'd definitely be able to paint the picture that her current financial and citizenship status was very restricting of her freedoms.
"Ready to go, miss Lilith?" It also appeared Shu wasn't asking. Sure, she wasn't under arrest, but she certainly could be.
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Lilith
She instantly stopped spinning the pen the moment he mentioned spending the night at the precinct. Sure, she could probably slip out easily, but what if they had one of those special cells for demons? A shudder ripped through her shoulders again, before the pen dropped down into his awaiting palm. Lilith was now visibly frowning at the man, and her arms crossed while her hip jutted to one side. Sassy.
“Oh, I wonder why I’m not a legally registered citizen. Is because I would have less rights if I was? I think I’ll be taking a rain check on going to the precinct. Both of us know those places aren’t exactly ideal for my kind,” she said sarcastically, keeping her hip jutted out to the side as she stared at him. She really didn’t want to go to a place where officers were more likely to kill her than fellow inmates. “I gave you my statement, and I’m positive I would just be a witness in any other situation. But y’know, being red has its perks!”
“So, I’ll be seeing you around, yeah?” She offered with a smirk, her heels clicking as she began to walk past him and to the door. She had things to do!
She instantly stopped spinning the pen the moment he mentioned spending the night at the precinct. Sure, she could probably slip out easily, but what if they had one of those special cells for demons? A shudder ripped through her shoulders again, before the pen dropped down into his awaiting palm. Lilith was now visibly frowning at the man, and her arms crossed while her hip jutted to one side. Sassy.
“Oh, I wonder why I’m not a legally registered citizen. Is because I would have less rights if I was? I think I’ll be taking a rain check on going to the precinct. Both of us know those places aren’t exactly ideal for my kind,” she said sarcastically, keeping her hip jutted out to the side as she stared at him. She really didn’t want to go to a place where officers were more likely to kill her than fellow inmates. “I gave you my statement, and I’m positive I would just be a witness in any other situation. But y’know, being red has its perks!”
“So, I’ll be seeing you around, yeah?” She offered with a smirk, her heels clicking as she began to walk past him and to the door. She had things to do!
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Sir Sunrise
Detective Zhao Shukun
It's as she began to monologue at him that his own hands would come to rest upon his own hips, his lips pursing together as he just quietly listened. She had a point, she wouldn't have any benefits in registering herself in the city. If anything, it actually cost demons more money as they were now expected to pay taxes like everyone else while still not having fair wages and compensation. The moment she began to walk away, however, he'd simply reach up to take her wrist in his hand; Upon doing so a familiar click sounding as his own cuffs found her wrist.
"Sorry, Lilith. I was sent here with a very specific job. Bring you back. I'll be there the whole time, and I'll even do the questioning myself. Once the results come back, you're free to go." A thought crossed his mind as he allowed the cuffs to rest relatively loosely upon her wrist, and that was that he didn't know this demons power yet. For all he knew she could turn invisible, or manifest poison gas. It's stuff like that which lead to the city demanding the newest residents become registered. So it knows what it is up against at all times.
With her wrist cuffed, he'd then let the cuff lock around his own wrist. "Ready?"
It's as she began to monologue at him that his own hands would come to rest upon his own hips, his lips pursing together as he just quietly listened. She had a point, she wouldn't have any benefits in registering herself in the city. If anything, it actually cost demons more money as they were now expected to pay taxes like everyone else while still not having fair wages and compensation. The moment she began to walk away, however, he'd simply reach up to take her wrist in his hand; Upon doing so a familiar click sounding as his own cuffs found her wrist.
"Sorry, Lilith. I was sent here with a very specific job. Bring you back. I'll be there the whole time, and I'll even do the questioning myself. Once the results come back, you're free to go." A thought crossed his mind as he allowed the cuffs to rest relatively loosely upon her wrist, and that was that he didn't know this demons power yet. For all he knew she could turn invisible, or manifest poison gas. It's stuff like that which lead to the city demanding the newest residents become registered. So it knows what it is up against at all times.
With her wrist cuffed, he'd then let the cuff lock around his own wrist. "Ready?"
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Lilith
When she felt her wrist snagged by his hand, a groan sounded from the demoness. She was tired, and she just wanted to leave. Seeing a dead body was never good for anyone, but now she was being accused of murder! It's when the cuff snapped back on her wrist did her attention fully turn to Shukun. One could say she was red in the face.
"Seriously!? Is that supposed to be comforting? That the angel is handling my case? I shouldn't even have a --" Her little speech was abruptly stopped as the other cuff linked to his own wrist. Oh, that was not good for her. There was no way her little disappearing act would go unnoticed when he was on the other end. Had he already figured out her powers? He must have.
"Oh, no, no, no. I am not going to be cuffed to you, that's absolutely ridiculous. What was your name, Todd or something? Listen, Todd, this isn't going to work out well for either of us. Why don't you make a show of walking me from the building, then we shake hands and go on our merry ways? No one has to do any paperwork, and I don't have to sit in a cell wearing a tiny dress and heels," she listed out her demands rather quickly, making a point to raise their cuffed wrists between them as she did. Every time she wanted to emphasize a word, she gave the link between them a little jingle.
When she felt her wrist snagged by his hand, a groan sounded from the demoness. She was tired, and she just wanted to leave. Seeing a dead body was never good for anyone, but now she was being accused of murder! It's when the cuff snapped back on her wrist did her attention fully turn to Shukun. One could say she was red in the face.
"Seriously!? Is that supposed to be comforting? That the angel is handling my case? I shouldn't even have a --" Her little speech was abruptly stopped as the other cuff linked to his own wrist. Oh, that was not good for her. There was no way her little disappearing act would go unnoticed when he was on the other end. Had he already figured out her powers? He must have.
"Oh, no, no, no. I am not going to be cuffed to you, that's absolutely ridiculous. What was your name, Todd or something? Listen, Todd, this isn't going to work out well for either of us. Why don't you make a show of walking me from the building, then we shake hands and go on our merry ways? No one has to do any paperwork, and I don't have to sit in a cell wearing a tiny dress and heels," she listed out her demands rather quickly, making a point to raise their cuffed wrists between them as she did. Every time she wanted to emphasize a word, she gave the link between them a little jingle.
Early
Sir Sunrise
Detective Zhao Shukun
With his lips pursed back into a firm line Shu would just continued to listen, something he knew he'd be doing a lot of with her. While typically he wore a blank expression, and a monotone voice, she'd finally drudge some genuine emotion from him as he rolled his eyes at her. "Fine, you're right." He'd begin, unbeknownst to her he was about to tell what would be a very unfunny joke to her. "We'll get you a jumpsuit, you'll be cozy in that." With that, he'd give a tug back finally, though his wouldn't stop as he'd pull her forward and usher her to follow. It was in her best interest to obey the authorities, especially since right now this entire place was swarming with about six different officers.
While he did pull her along, he'd make sure to do so firmly but not aggressively; From the very beginning he wanted to give her the impression that he would do things by the book even with her. "Besides. You get brought out with your arms behind your back it'll definitely look bad in the paper. My goal is get through any press without drawing any attention. Which means..." He'd pause beside the elevator, only to hesitate and look towards the emergency stairs to the right of them. They were ten stories up, and after looking back to her, his eyes would then lower to her heals. "I'd kick those off, if I were you." A suggestion, and his only one at that. Because either way, he'd lead her towards the stairs and they'd start their discrete descent down so they can leave generally unnoticed.
While he did pull her along, he'd make sure to do so firmly but not aggressively; From the very beginning he wanted to give her the impression that he would do things by the book even with her. "Besides. You get brought out with your arms behind your back it'll definitely look bad in the paper. My goal is get through any press without drawing any attention. Which means..." He'd pause beside the elevator, only to hesitate and look towards the emergency stairs to the right of them. They were ten stories up, and after looking back to her, his eyes would then lower to her heals. "I'd kick those off, if I were you." A suggestion, and his only one at that. Because either way, he'd lead her towards the stairs and they'd start their discrete descent down so they can leave generally unnoticed.
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Lilith
A audible grow left the back of her throat at his little ‘joke,’ the noise sounding insanely animalistic. Of course, she could perfectly mock a wide range of vocals, but he didn’t seem to know that just yet. So, to him, Lilith was simply growling at him. It would be less embarrassing to be handcuffed to herself, not to him like an actual child. “I’m not going to wear a jumpsuit. Red clashes very badly with orange, and I have a lot of red in me,” she replied in a sarcastic manner, before she began to trudge behind him. Her arm was slightly raised in the air, due to their obvious height difference. How annoying.
At the suggestion of kicking her heels off, she just scoffed to him. First she was going to a prison cell, and now he wanted her to go barefoot? Sure, she was already forming blisters on the soles of her feet, but she wasn’t going to walk around in the cold without any shoes on. Besides, she could handle going down a few flights of stairs. “Just don’t go fast, and I’ll fine. I’m not going barefoot, it’s freezing out, and I’m going to a cell apparently.”
With that, she moved more or less behind him in their descent downward. “So, you got a name, or should I call you bud?”
A audible grow left the back of her throat at his little ‘joke,’ the noise sounding insanely animalistic. Of course, she could perfectly mock a wide range of vocals, but he didn’t seem to know that just yet. So, to him, Lilith was simply growling at him. It would be less embarrassing to be handcuffed to herself, not to him like an actual child. “I’m not going to wear a jumpsuit. Red clashes very badly with orange, and I have a lot of red in me,” she replied in a sarcastic manner, before she began to trudge behind him. Her arm was slightly raised in the air, due to their obvious height difference. How annoying.
At the suggestion of kicking her heels off, she just scoffed to him. First she was going to a prison cell, and now he wanted her to go barefoot? Sure, she was already forming blisters on the soles of her feet, but she wasn’t going to walk around in the cold without any shoes on. Besides, she could handle going down a few flights of stairs. “Just don’t go fast, and I’ll fine. I’m not going barefoot, it’s freezing out, and I’m going to a cell apparently.”
With that, she moved more or less behind him in their descent downward. “So, you got a name, or should I call you bud?”
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Sir Sunrise
Detective Zhao Shukun
He wouldn't so much as pay a moment of attention to her growl, though it definitely did validate the general opinion that Demons are savage creatures from Hell. It was at her suggestion that they just take it slow that Shu would simply nod, only to open the door to the stairs and lead the way.
When she finally asked her question regarding his name she'd hear a quiet chuckle. He knew he'd introduced himself, but it was fair to assume she was either too caught up in the current predicament she was in or just unobservant. "You can call me Shu." He gave the abbreviated nickname he had grown up being accustomed to being called.
"I figure we're going to go over it again, but did you see anyone else? Do you remember passing anyone in the elevator, or the lobby? Maybe someone on the way out when you were coming into the building to visit your client?" He asked what likely no one else had, further proof that he actually cared and was dedicated to making this a case and not just wrapping it up with lazy haste.
By the time she was giving her response, they would reach the ground floor. Moving to the emergency exit, he would first crack the door to look both ways down the alley on each side to ensure there was no press or other officers. The rain of course was still coming down hard, which helped a bit.
When she finally asked her question regarding his name she'd hear a quiet chuckle. He knew he'd introduced himself, but it was fair to assume she was either too caught up in the current predicament she was in or just unobservant. "You can call me Shu." He gave the abbreviated nickname he had grown up being accustomed to being called.
"I figure we're going to go over it again, but did you see anyone else? Do you remember passing anyone in the elevator, or the lobby? Maybe someone on the way out when you were coming into the building to visit your client?" He asked what likely no one else had, further proof that he actually cared and was dedicated to making this a case and not just wrapping it up with lazy haste.
By the time she was giving her response, they would reach the ground floor. Moving to the emergency exit, he would first crack the door to look both ways down the alley on each side to ensure there was no press or other officers. The rain of course was still coming down hard, which helped a bit.
calypso
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Lilith
Her heels clicked as they walked down the stairs, the noise of the building dulled in the dark halls. Her tail had slipped free to assist with her balance, and her hand shifted in the cuffs now and then to grasp at his wrist. She didn't expect the halls to be so dark, and she was trying to keep a close eye on Dectective...Shoe? Who named their child after a piece of clothing? Poor dude, he probably got mocked for it. It's upon his question that she paused on the stairs, before she began to walk once again. The brief pause hinted at the answer soon to come.
"I saw someone in the elevator with his hood up, but I didn't give him much mine, you know? He was still in the elavator when I got off on my floor, but he was wet...Maybe he was caught in the rain," she mused as she walked down the stairs, her loud tone suddenly much softer now that they weren't in a crowd. Seems it was mostly just for show.
She hasn't smelled the blood against the man, having been too excited about getting paid the large sum of cash. "Doesn't this place have any cameras? I'm sure that would help..." She trailed off, and it was clear she was withholding information. She hardly trusted this 'Shoe,' and to show him the face of the man in the elevator...She would be revealing her abilities.
"Don't you have an umbrella? It's pouring out, ugh."
Her heels clicked as they walked down the stairs, the noise of the building dulled in the dark halls. Her tail had slipped free to assist with her balance, and her hand shifted in the cuffs now and then to grasp at his wrist. She didn't expect the halls to be so dark, and she was trying to keep a close eye on Dectective...Shoe? Who named their child after a piece of clothing? Poor dude, he probably got mocked for it. It's upon his question that she paused on the stairs, before she began to walk once again. The brief pause hinted at the answer soon to come.
"I saw someone in the elevator with his hood up, but I didn't give him much mine, you know? He was still in the elavator when I got off on my floor, but he was wet...Maybe he was caught in the rain," she mused as she walked down the stairs, her loud tone suddenly much softer now that they weren't in a crowd. Seems it was mostly just for show.
She hasn't smelled the blood against the man, having been too excited about getting paid the large sum of cash. "Doesn't this place have any cameras? I'm sure that would help..." She trailed off, and it was clear she was withholding information. She hardly trusted this 'Shoe,' and to show him the face of the man in the elevator...She would be revealing her abilities.
"Don't you have an umbrella? It's pouring out, ugh."
Early
Sir Sunrise
Detective Zhao Shukun
"Hopefully Winters is able to get some footage for us." Shu muttered in response, only to pause and look to her. She was only in a thin dress, so it wouldn't be very fair of him to just drag her around soaking wet. Instead, his free hand would reach into his pockets and he'd pull out a key.
After spending a second undoing both of their cuffs, he would put them away again beside a different pair of cuffs on his waist. She would recognize the other pair immediately, and get a longer view since he was undoing his long wool coat and shrugging it off. They were pure silver, definitely less durable than steel but when it came to demons they may as well be titanium. She knew well she didn't want to be put in those.
After the next second he was holding his heavy coat out to her, one that if she put it on a good half foot would drag on the ground. It was clearly treated with something that mad it waterproof, and the insides were lined with a smooth polyester mesh to make it smooth and hold in heat. The inner pockets both had select items, on the right a half empty pack of cigarettes, which explained why the coat smelled like ash. The left was the notebook and pen, which she knew already.
Now standing in a simple white button up shirt and slacks, she would notice his belt had more than just two pairs of cuffs. A small can of mace, a collapsible baton, and lastly his firearm. Though it was holstered, she could tell this was an older weapon. The weathering on the handle made it clear that while this was maintained well it was definitely not the standard pistol of the NYPD.
"Hold that over your head. We're going straight to the car. You pause, I cuff you again." With that, he would step outside and immediately start getting soaking wet as sheets of rain blow almost horizontally down the alleyway over him. The weather didn't bother him, but the fact it was early December and also freezing out didn't help. He would prefer it were snowing instead of this.
After spending a second undoing both of their cuffs, he would put them away again beside a different pair of cuffs on his waist. She would recognize the other pair immediately, and get a longer view since he was undoing his long wool coat and shrugging it off. They were pure silver, definitely less durable than steel but when it came to demons they may as well be titanium. She knew well she didn't want to be put in those.
After the next second he was holding his heavy coat out to her, one that if she put it on a good half foot would drag on the ground. It was clearly treated with something that mad it waterproof, and the insides were lined with a smooth polyester mesh to make it smooth and hold in heat. The inner pockets both had select items, on the right a half empty pack of cigarettes, which explained why the coat smelled like ash. The left was the notebook and pen, which she knew already.
Now standing in a simple white button up shirt and slacks, she would notice his belt had more than just two pairs of cuffs. A small can of mace, a collapsible baton, and lastly his firearm. Though it was holstered, she could tell this was an older weapon. The weathering on the handle made it clear that while this was maintained well it was definitely not the standard pistol of the NYPD.
"Hold that over your head. We're going straight to the car. You pause, I cuff you again." With that, he would step outside and immediately start getting soaking wet as sheets of rain blow almost horizontally down the alleyway over him. The weather didn't bother him, but the fact it was early December and also freezing out didn't help. He would prefer it were snowing instead of this.
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Lilith
Watching him take off his coat after the cuffs were removed, Lilith began to grow almost suspicious. Never in her life had she met a nice celestial, but here one was. Well, nice was a bit of a stretch. He wasn’t rude or trying to kill her like she was some rat, so it definitely raised some questions. Was he truly that committed to his job, or was this some tactic to butter her up into a false confession? On the shows she had seen, officers would act nice to suspects to have them unsuspecting, and soon they were blabbering away at all the crimes they committed. She didn’t have anything to admit, but it still didn’t settle well with her.
Her mouth opened to snap out another snarky comment, before the coat was held out towards her. She didn’t even have to touch the coat to see how god damn expensive the thing was. It was probably her net worth times ten. Had she ever even held something worth that much money in her lifetime? Would it burst into flames the second she touched it, because it was so disgusted with how poor she was? Fuck, she didn’t care! An almost delighted expression crossed over her features, a smile visible from cheek to cheek. Taking the coat from him, she was careful to not let it drag on the ground, instead shifting and holding it above her head. Her horns would keep it propped up, and she grinned at him. “Smells like someone is a smoker. Gross.”
She then began to quickly walk next to him to keep his stride matched, humming all the way. It was nearly impossible to tell because of the rain, but if he managed to hear her, she was humming ‘Here Comes the Sun.’ No sun in sight, yet. At least she could carry a tune with ease.
Watching him take off his coat after the cuffs were removed, Lilith began to grow almost suspicious. Never in her life had she met a nice celestial, but here one was. Well, nice was a bit of a stretch. He wasn’t rude or trying to kill her like she was some rat, so it definitely raised some questions. Was he truly that committed to his job, or was this some tactic to butter her up into a false confession? On the shows she had seen, officers would act nice to suspects to have them unsuspecting, and soon they were blabbering away at all the crimes they committed. She didn’t have anything to admit, but it still didn’t settle well with her.
Her mouth opened to snap out another snarky comment, before the coat was held out towards her. She didn’t even have to touch the coat to see how god damn expensive the thing was. It was probably her net worth times ten. Had she ever even held something worth that much money in her lifetime? Would it burst into flames the second she touched it, because it was so disgusted with how poor she was? Fuck, she didn’t care! An almost delighted expression crossed over her features, a smile visible from cheek to cheek. Taking the coat from him, she was careful to not let it drag on the ground, instead shifting and holding it above her head. Her horns would keep it propped up, and she grinned at him. “Smells like someone is a smoker. Gross.”
She then began to quickly walk next to him to keep his stride matched, humming all the way. It was nearly impossible to tell because of the rain, but if he managed to hear her, she was humming ‘Here Comes the Sun.’ No sun in sight, yet. At least she could carry a tune with ease.
Early
Sir Sunrise
Detective Zhao Shukun
"Stop complaining, it'll keep you dry." He'd flatly respond, watching as she moves to perch his coat over her two long horns. While watching, his right eyebrow would raise and he couldn't help but thing it was kind of adorable to see. She was way too small for his coat, him being a broader build and rather tall in stature. This seemed to be the only way she knew how to put it on, and the glow in her eyes was very obvious to him. This gesture had meaning to her.
Once she looked ready, he'd lead the way down the alleyway while making sure she kept close behind, only to break through the opening to the sidewalk and look around yet again. A small crowed was around the entrance of the high rise apartment to the right, some already getting reports from Winters who looked to have everything under control. Looking to the left, he'd see his car only to turn and head for it.
It would be hard to tell where they were going since by now they were walking down the sidewalk, but by the time he stepped around his car which was parked beside a fire hydrant her suspicions would be confirmed. Shu had to be loaded. The doors would unlock to the newer model of Cadillac, a luxury car that still performed the modern necessities that came with police work. The leather seating inside was sleek and clean, and even though he did smoke he never did so in his own car.
The sides of the chairs would automatically adjust the moment Lilith sat in, the back almost molding to fit her frame. Reaching out, Shu would take a moment to start messing with a few settings on the dash. Moments after, hot air would spill from the vents and the seat under and behind her would begin to heat up. "Christ, it's cold." Shu cursed out with a shiver, both being wet and nearly freezing temperatures not an idea combo. None the less, how unfitting for a celestial to use the lords name in vain!
"Alright. Put your seat belt on, please." He'd request, doing so himself. It was clear once inside that this was a cop car, a bullpup M870 shotgun was mounted on the dashboard and all kinds of screens and devices were carefully placed. On top of that, a discrete light was on the inner top of the windshield behind the rear view mirror, meaning this was more or less an undercover car. Once she followed his request, he'd use a dial next to the wheel to set the gear and they'd quietly pull out and start driving in the direction of the station.
Once she looked ready, he'd lead the way down the alleyway while making sure she kept close behind, only to break through the opening to the sidewalk and look around yet again. A small crowed was around the entrance of the high rise apartment to the right, some already getting reports from Winters who looked to have everything under control. Looking to the left, he'd see his car only to turn and head for it.
It would be hard to tell where they were going since by now they were walking down the sidewalk, but by the time he stepped around his car which was parked beside a fire hydrant her suspicions would be confirmed. Shu had to be loaded. The doors would unlock to the newer model of Cadillac, a luxury car that still performed the modern necessities that came with police work. The leather seating inside was sleek and clean, and even though he did smoke he never did so in his own car.
The sides of the chairs would automatically adjust the moment Lilith sat in, the back almost molding to fit her frame. Reaching out, Shu would take a moment to start messing with a few settings on the dash. Moments after, hot air would spill from the vents and the seat under and behind her would begin to heat up. "Christ, it's cold." Shu cursed out with a shiver, both being wet and nearly freezing temperatures not an idea combo. None the less, how unfitting for a celestial to use the lords name in vain!
"Alright. Put your seat belt on, please." He'd request, doing so himself. It was clear once inside that this was a cop car, a bullpup M870 shotgun was mounted on the dashboard and all kinds of screens and devices were carefully placed. On top of that, a discrete light was on the inner top of the windshield behind the rear view mirror, meaning this was more or less an undercover car. Once she followed his request, he'd use a dial next to the wheel to set the gear and they'd quietly pull out and start driving in the direction of the station.
calypso
fairest
Lilith
By the time they had finally reached the rather expensive car, Lilith was absolutely giddy with joy. It was clear on her features, even with the coat pitched over her head a a tent. Of course, once she was properly sitting down inside the vehicle, her arms extended to remove the coat and actually hold it front of the heat vents. The attempt was mostly futile, but at least she was attempting to dry his fancy coat off. There was a certain glimmer in her eyes as she watched the car come to life, and a clear desire that went along with it.
She was jealous. How could she not be? Lilith would never in her life get this type of car, this type of treatment. She could as hard as possible, but with the current laws, it didn't matter. She was still a demon in the end. Her excitement was like a drunk buzz, keeping her blissfully ignorant of her current conditions if only for a little bit. "Oh my Lord, this seat is comfiest than any mattres I've been on. I could seriously fall asleep on it, would you be mad if I did? I haven't slept in forever, but it's just so nice!" She exclaimed, finally leaning back against the car fully. The flag was still held in her lap, nearly completely covering her. Her hands released the soft material to reach upward, and soon she was undoing the large ponytail her hair was in. Sure, she kept the bangs, but it was amazing how drastically different one could look with a different hair-do. Next came the makeup under her eyes, which was easily smeared away with her thumb. With the coat covering her dress, and her makeup gone...
She looked rather normal, and insanely happy.
"Oh yeah, seatbelt, seatbelt," she said quickly, her fingers fumbling to click said belt into place. Even that lighter nice, and it was a fucking seatbelt! She was being spoiled right now, even if she was being taken to a police station. Tilting her head back against the seat, her eyes shut once again. A moment later, and she was back to humming 'Here Comes the Sun.'
By the time they had finally reached the rather expensive car, Lilith was absolutely giddy with joy. It was clear on her features, even with the coat pitched over her head a a tent. Of course, once she was properly sitting down inside the vehicle, her arms extended to remove the coat and actually hold it front of the heat vents. The attempt was mostly futile, but at least she was attempting to dry his fancy coat off. There was a certain glimmer in her eyes as she watched the car come to life, and a clear desire that went along with it.
She was jealous. How could she not be? Lilith would never in her life get this type of car, this type of treatment. She could as hard as possible, but with the current laws, it didn't matter. She was still a demon in the end. Her excitement was like a drunk buzz, keeping her blissfully ignorant of her current conditions if only for a little bit. "Oh my Lord, this seat is comfiest than any mattres I've been on. I could seriously fall asleep on it, would you be mad if I did? I haven't slept in forever, but it's just so nice!" She exclaimed, finally leaning back against the car fully. The flag was still held in her lap, nearly completely covering her. Her hands released the soft material to reach upward, and soon she was undoing the large ponytail her hair was in. Sure, she kept the bangs, but it was amazing how drastically different one could look with a different hair-do. Next came the makeup under her eyes, which was easily smeared away with her thumb. With the coat covering her dress, and her makeup gone...
She looked rather normal, and insanely happy.
"Oh yeah, seatbelt, seatbelt," she said quickly, her fingers fumbling to click said belt into place. Even that lighter nice, and it was a fucking seatbelt! She was being spoiled right now, even if she was being taken to a police station. Tilting her head back against the seat, her eyes shut once again. A moment later, and she was back to humming 'Here Comes the Sun.'
Early
Sir Sunrise
Detective Zhao Shukun
Sure, he'd noticed how excited she seemed to be about going to the station, something that was definitely new to see for him. He did however occasionally have some who were happy to get a cell and a cot to sleep in for a night, especially the homeless. Never a Demon, however, as they didn't have the best conditions in comparison. She'd unfortunately understand that soon enough. The thought however began to cross his mind, how the station had a total of fifteen cells and only three of them were designed for Demons. Because of that, and how many Demons were arrested, they tended to be rather cramped. They were more or less forced to sleep sitting upright, and they were not separated by gender simply because the high number of demonic arrests. As for the Human cells, it was typically only four per which was exactly how many cots were in each room.
'Not my problem.' Shu had to think to himself, the wipers tirelessly brushing the absolute torrent of water that came from the heavens as they drove onward. 'She may be innocent now, but she is not innocent.' His ingrained prejudice spoke up in his head, a stern look on his face. Reminding himself that at least it would be temporary for her, and she'd be out by the morning if she played her cards right. Though, his cold exterior would soften some at the sound of her humming beginning, a sound he could have swore he heard before but was too preoccupied getting inside the car to comment on it. Now, as they drove in relative silence, he'd just listen to her for a moment. How ironic this was. "Sidekick. Open Spotify and play Here Comes the Sun by The Beatles." The moment he said sidekick the screen on the center console changed from a map of their surrounding area to a little microphone icon. Then, after he finished speaking a little loading symbol would show, soon after the home screen of a Spotify application. A familiar album cover showed, and soon after the melody she'd been humming.
Using the volume controls on the steering wheel he'd turn the volume up just under speaking levels, just in case she did want to say something to him. Otherwise, their drive would go relatively quietly until a familiar neon sign came into view. By now they were only a few blocks from the nearby station, but he'd accept the pull of the sign in view. Doing what he would have done with a human he was bringing in after experiencing something traumatic like seeing a dead body, he'd pull into a parking lot only to slide up into a drive-thru of the local McDonalds. An overhang blocked out the rain, so he'd roll down the window so he could hear the welcome from the voice on the other side of the speaker. "Yes, hello. I'd like two Big Mac meals, with fries and cokes." "Size, sir?" "Medium." He'd finish his order, and confirm that he was done. Soon after being directed to pull forward to the next window where he'd pay and soon left waiting.
Not having anything to say to Lilith, he'd even go as far as to just keep his soft golden eyes forward and out to the rainy streets ahead rather than look to her. Even if he did just order her a quick dinner. It was easy, and he still considered himself good at his job. Regardless of species. After a couple minutes, Strawberry Fields came on after Here Comes the Sun and they'd get their food. Handing her one of the bags and one of the drinks, he'd soon after pull out and swing into a parking spot. Only to quietly start taking stuff out of his own bag, where he'd just stuff a couple fries in his own mouth. Pausing, he'd look to Lilith for the first time since they'd got in the car. To say what?
"Don't make a mess, please. I usually don't eat in here. Don't make me regret this." Shu spoke calmly and with a low tone, his features almost totally deadpan. At this point, it was hard to tell how he felt about anything; His wall between them both still a thick stone wall that she hadn't even really begun to chip away at. Once he'd asked her a simple request he'd start in on his own dinner. After all, he was supposed to be home by now, not working nearly an hour after the clock for this. She was clearly innocent, at least in his opinion.
'Not my problem.' Shu had to think to himself, the wipers tirelessly brushing the absolute torrent of water that came from the heavens as they drove onward. 'She may be innocent now, but she is not innocent.' His ingrained prejudice spoke up in his head, a stern look on his face. Reminding himself that at least it would be temporary for her, and she'd be out by the morning if she played her cards right. Though, his cold exterior would soften some at the sound of her humming beginning, a sound he could have swore he heard before but was too preoccupied getting inside the car to comment on it. Now, as they drove in relative silence, he'd just listen to her for a moment. How ironic this was. "Sidekick. Open Spotify and play Here Comes the Sun by The Beatles." The moment he said sidekick the screen on the center console changed from a map of their surrounding area to a little microphone icon. Then, after he finished speaking a little loading symbol would show, soon after the home screen of a Spotify application. A familiar album cover showed, and soon after the melody she'd been humming.
Using the volume controls on the steering wheel he'd turn the volume up just under speaking levels, just in case she did want to say something to him. Otherwise, their drive would go relatively quietly until a familiar neon sign came into view. By now they were only a few blocks from the nearby station, but he'd accept the pull of the sign in view. Doing what he would have done with a human he was bringing in after experiencing something traumatic like seeing a dead body, he'd pull into a parking lot only to slide up into a drive-thru of the local McDonalds. An overhang blocked out the rain, so he'd roll down the window so he could hear the welcome from the voice on the other side of the speaker. "Yes, hello. I'd like two Big Mac meals, with fries and cokes." "Size, sir?" "Medium." He'd finish his order, and confirm that he was done. Soon after being directed to pull forward to the next window where he'd pay and soon left waiting.
Not having anything to say to Lilith, he'd even go as far as to just keep his soft golden eyes forward and out to the rainy streets ahead rather than look to her. Even if he did just order her a quick dinner. It was easy, and he still considered himself good at his job. Regardless of species. After a couple minutes, Strawberry Fields came on after Here Comes the Sun and they'd get their food. Handing her one of the bags and one of the drinks, he'd soon after pull out and swing into a parking spot. Only to quietly start taking stuff out of his own bag, where he'd just stuff a couple fries in his own mouth. Pausing, he'd look to Lilith for the first time since they'd got in the car. To say what?
"Don't make a mess, please. I usually don't eat in here. Don't make me regret this." Shu spoke calmly and with a low tone, his features almost totally deadpan. At this point, it was hard to tell how he felt about anything; His wall between them both still a thick stone wall that she hadn't even really begun to chip away at. Once he'd asked her a simple request he'd start in on his own dinner. After all, he was supposed to be home by now, not working nearly an hour after the clock for this. She was clearly innocent, at least in his opinion.
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With her eyes shut as she hummed away, she didn't even seen to notice Shu anymore. Her knees had shifted upward to press against her chest, the heels finally ditched as she rested her feet against the plush seat. Her head tilted to the side, but she seemed rather conscious of her horns, hence she didn't fully rest her head down against the window. It would be unpleasant for both of them. It's only when he spoke the command for the card, did she crack open an amber eye. A giggle followed soon after, and she raised a hand up to cover her mouth.
"Pffft. Do you call your little thing Sidekick? Like, are you Batman or something? Heh, that would be funny. Probably," she said with trailing laughter, trying not to think too hard on the subject. A vigilante angel, AKA, someone who killed demons for the people. Her smile disappeared, and she returned her gaze to stare out the window. This part of the city was pretty. The ghettos may have culture, and some sort of beauty, but nothing like this. It just looked...happy to her.
Her attention would remain on the city, even as Shu began to order. His voice had grown distant by the time he started to speak to the employee in the restaurant, and she only looked over at him after he instructed her about the food. He had ordered for both of them? With a drink, too? That was something she got on a good night of work.
Reaching forward, her hand vanished into the bag to pinch at a fry. The whole experience was surreal to her. Was she really eating McDonald's in a cop car with an angelic officer, on her way to be booked for a crime she didn't commit? Her hand stilled with the fry, and she finally raised her gaze to his.
"Why are you doing this? Being so nice to me, or whatever this is called. You're the only person who believes me, yet you're the one who's most likely to throw me behind bars the second the opportunity comes up. I mean, I appreciate it and all, I haven't had cola in a real long time, but I just don't understand. Normally someone treats you this way before something real bad happens."
With her eyes shut as she hummed away, she didn't even seen to notice Shu anymore. Her knees had shifted upward to press against her chest, the heels finally ditched as she rested her feet against the plush seat. Her head tilted to the side, but she seemed rather conscious of her horns, hence she didn't fully rest her head down against the window. It would be unpleasant for both of them. It's only when he spoke the command for the card, did she crack open an amber eye. A giggle followed soon after, and she raised a hand up to cover her mouth.
"Pffft. Do you call your little thing Sidekick? Like, are you Batman or something? Heh, that would be funny. Probably," she said with trailing laughter, trying not to think too hard on the subject. A vigilante angel, AKA, someone who killed demons for the people. Her smile disappeared, and she returned her gaze to stare out the window. This part of the city was pretty. The ghettos may have culture, and some sort of beauty, but nothing like this. It just looked...happy to her.
Her attention would remain on the city, even as Shu began to order. His voice had grown distant by the time he started to speak to the employee in the restaurant, and she only looked over at him after he instructed her about the food. He had ordered for both of them? With a drink, too? That was something she got on a good night of work.
Reaching forward, her hand vanished into the bag to pinch at a fry. The whole experience was surreal to her. Was she really eating McDonald's in a cop car with an angelic officer, on her way to be booked for a crime she didn't commit? Her hand stilled with the fry, and she finally raised her gaze to his.
"Why are you doing this? Being so nice to me, or whatever this is called. You're the only person who believes me, yet you're the one who's most likely to throw me behind bars the second the opportunity comes up. I mean, I appreciate it and all, I haven't had cola in a real long time, but I just don't understand. Normally someone treats you this way before something real bad happens."
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