Futuristic Brøken: A New Chapter

[0stinato]

"Me?" Othello said dumbly as the woman ran out. He watched her fade into the distance with an expression of disgust and confusion... no one here seemed to respect his position. He was not a police officer. He was not a detective. He was not an interrogator. He was a prosecutor, in a completely different aspect of the law.

Still. He would have the defendant all to himself now.

As much as he didn't want to, he pulled himself up, correcting his jacket, moving his hair over his shoulder and suppressing his desire for the good red stuff. Briefcase in hand, he moved back into the room, a short eyebrow raised at Lucid behind bars.

"Pity. It's just you and me now. I'm perfectly content I can make a solid case against you, no matter what you throw at me, but go on. Surprise me," he spoke calmly, placing his briefcase on the table and drawing near the bars. "You're a mess. Believe me, I know how painful some things can be... your addictions. Your desires. We all know who you are, the papers ensure it... but you have no excuse for your crimes."

He paused and smiled.

"Bastard!" Othello's hand rose in an instant and his fist smashed onto the bars. "Why can't idiots like you stop existing!"

His teeth were clenched, his eyes wide, a snarl distorting his lips. He stared, he stared, he stared at Lucid.

Axeykins

 

[Jeda Teq]

>>Zam
>Good luck. I have to go
>>Zam has logged out<<

Cruxious' car arived at the V.C.P.D. He stepped out the vehicle with a cheery smile on his holographic face. He straightened his tie and proceded to exagerate certain aspects of his personality. He could never stop being who he was after all. With charisma and charm he managed to work his way into the holding/interegation rooms easily. On his way down the hall to meet with his 'patient/client' he saw a young man in a interegation room who seemed to be familiar. The mask and blonde hair were very peculier. However he had no time to dawddle on that thought. His current objective was Lucid. He came to the room where the fallen star was being held and quietly opened the door.

"I can't say that I don't agree with you, but I'll be taking your disgust for my client into consideration." Seemingly out of nowhere the 'lawered up' Cruxious was standing behind Othello, eeirly close. Cruxious' warm breath tickled the back of Othello's neck. "Tim Brooks. Pleasure to meet you." Tim extended his hand for a shake with his palm slightly up and a genuine smile. "I'm going to be Lucid's Lawyer for this case."

0stinato Axeykins

 

[Axeykins]

"I nearly have several times but luck, if you can call it that, keeps bringing me back." He snapped back. Rolling back up to a sitting position with much effort. Letting his legs dangle lazily off the edge of the bench. "Though you're welcome to take a crack at it. I'd love to have more against you than just threatening a prisoner right now." The young looking man jeered. Opening his arms up wide to invite the challenge.
"At this point though I wouldn't mind racking up a few more charges punching your bitchass face in, could make some improvements!." Lucid was up to the bars in an instant. Shooting his own nasty snarl in retort. "You don't really know me. Nobody does, so stop acting like such a smug bastard who has aaaaaaall this weight against me."

The new face appearing was a shock. He hadn't heard the door open whatsoever, this man was just. There and so close to them both suddenly. "I...don't recognize you from any of the company lawyers. Are you new? Or is my memory really really to be put into questioning today." He cocked his head to the side curiously.
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[0stinato]

From all angles, Othello was being attacked.

From behind, a voice literally breathing down his neck - or it would be if his neck was exposed - smoothly insinuated he'd be using Othello's dislike of his client against Othello in court... as if that would hold up. Yes, Othello was always a teaspoon away from losing his temper, but he was known for that. The seething prosecutor waiting his turn to speak... Othello knew when to bite his tongue and when to let is sow its seeds though.

You didn't personally attack the defendant in the courtroom, and Othello needed this out of his system.

He eyed the defendant carefully, the man's words washing over him as if they were spoken in another language, and turned to the voice behind him, saying to Lucid, "I'll deal with you in court."

"So," Othello said, tilting his head as he grasped the man's hand. His grip was firm and, as he shook, he remembered the steps for successful hand-shaking he read in a Dilbert cartoon:

1) Approach normally,
2) Grasp the victim's hand,
3) Shake the victim's helpless hand like a dead sparrow.

Now, Othello didn't go full dead-sparrow on the man, because that might have been ridiculous. As he shook, his expression lightened into one you might expect to see on a curious child, not on the face of a 48-year-old ex-choreographer-turned-prosecutor.

"So," he continued, "two things. First, isn't it strange how shaking hands works? It's oddly intimate. Secondly, you are aware your client has essentially confessed? To me, and to another woman. I wish you the best of luck in your defense of course - it's good to play a good game in court. Actually, third thing, did he hire you, or are you state-appointed?"

He glanced at Lucid. Was this man hired? By that little speck of a man?

Jeda Teq Axeykins

 

[Jeda Teq]

Tim shook Othello's hand firmly and looked him in the eyes not breaking contact. "Hand shacking is very intimate. In some countries its even accompanied by a kiss... on the cheek of course. You can learn a lot about a person in a shake." He said raising a brow. "You look like you need some rest." Tim placed his left hand on Othello's shoulder. He chuckled before releasing the prosecuters hand. "To answer both of your questions, I am not city appointed."

He turned to face Lucid, "Well, Mr. Lentra you certainly don't make your lawyer's job any easier. Sometimes silence is key, but you've always been a bit of a song bird. Always vying for attention." He waved for a guard to come over and unlock the cell. The man, dressed in a black military uniform with 'PB' patches came voer and did just that allowing Tim to enter before locking the cell again and returning back to his post.

He set his briefcase on the tallest surface he could find, "Tell me, Mister...." He paused just long enough for Othello to give his name, "You are aware of the Indigo test and Clause right? As a student of the law I'm sure you are, but let me explain it to Mr. Lentra over here." He took a seat, crossing one leg over the other and gestured for Lucid to do the same.

"You see Mr. Lentra the Indigo clause is for people much like yourself. A person who has gone through massive cybernetic enhancements. The problem with being a cyborg is that people will take advantage of any security hole they can find. It's a simple yet specific diagnostic to see if you have control over your own body."

 

[Axeykins]

"You. Shut. Up." He hissed at Othello. "....not city appointed? That's new to me." He scratched his head." I won't lie, they usually barely have to work. My usual lawyers that are sent. Talk some big game and then good ol company pays off whatever sum needs paid off and shut people up. Drop charges and are allowed to walk off and dispose of evidence. I've got no part other than 'smile and look pretty!!' generally."

He shot the lawyer an exhausted half smile. Following the odd man's gesture to take a seat nearby."I have heard of it but haven't truly had it tested before. Or at least have heard no results from and kinds of tests. Eh, company policy and strict guidelines." He moved his hair out of the way and tapped a small, blood encrusted metal disk in the side of his head. "You can go ahead and try one here though. Got no problems with complying with that with how much of me has been replaced and enhanced. Not to mention whatever may get me out of here faster and back home so I can check on my boy."
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[0stinato]

Othello raised his eyebrow discriminately when it was revealed this man was not city appointed. That was a shame, and potentially a headache. City appointed lawyers had spirits that were pre-crushed, so Othello didn't have to do it himself in the courtroom. Sometimes state-appointed lawyers were tough work, and there had been a few times where a case was so open-and-shut it was impossible for them to not win, but Othello didn't care for those. In this scenario, the case seemed quite clear to him, given he was in possession of facts, evidence, witnesses and a confession on the way. But if the diva didn't have a state-appointed lawyer, it meant something was beyond the veil.

His suspicion was proved correct when the lawyer locked himself in with Lucid; with the bars dividing Othello from the other two... it was almost as if he was locked away from them. Othello gave the lawyer credit for that move at least... clever boy, positioning himself there. On Lucid's side. And opposing Othello. Now, he could not touch Othello, but Othello could not touch him.

Othello took a seat again, beginning to look at the wall while the Brooks' words filled the space. His interest was piqued at the mention of the Indigo test.

Something was wrong here.

Othello looked over, but not at Brooks - at Lucid.

"You're aware you'll have to undergo the test under rigorous conditions, yes? No stimulants, no influences of any sort. In a sterile environment with no outside influence. True data is only applicable in court if it is completely impartial.

"However, if that whole idea of being sober for more than two hours hurts you..."

What was Brooks trying to do? Othello knew he was trying to get Lucid to do the test and, in doing so, would certainly only use the evidence if it was positive for his case. If it was negative, he'd not bring it up. But that wasn't what Othello was afraid of; he was irritated that Brooks thought he could out-play Othello.

"So far, you've rejected the initial offer of an out-of-court settlement. But, if Mr. Brooks wants this test to go ahead, you will have to be stripped of anything, you understand. He will be involved in receiving your data, I will be involved with receiving your data, we will both be involved with the test."

Othello looked at his nails and finished speaking. He tutted - he needed to get them done again. Preferably before the trial proceedings. He couldn't walk into court in an vigorously expensive suit if his nails didn't look the part.

Jeda Teq Axeykins

 

[Jeda Teq]

Cruxious lacked the knowledge of law to combat Othello on what he said. He had no choice but to believe the man's words and play off of them. His presence made things a bit more complicated for his goals; the retrieval of his property.

"The prosecutor is absolutely right. However, being sober shouldn't be a problem for you should it Mr. Lentra? What has been done to your body, can be undone. After all it is very special isn't it?" Brooks opened his suitcase in such an angle that Othello could not see its contents, but Lucid had full view. Inside was a mask that resembled the mask that Cruxious had gave Lucid many years ago. However this mask has many wires sprouting from it. There was also another piece of equipment that he should recognize, however it was much smaller than the original one he seen. It was a device used to 'sew' synthetic muscle fiber.

 

[Axeykins]

"You people act like I've never been sober a day in my life or even know the meaning of the word. Last thing I need is a lecture from my own lawyer and let me guess, a drunkard tergiversator with no taste?" With a frustrated huff he crossed his arms over his thin chest. "Look I said I'd take this and know the terms of agreement to it and blah blah blah. It wouldn't be my first strenuous test courtesy of the legal system."

Perhaps he had spoken a slight bit too soon. With the briefcase the man had been holding now open and faced his direction a feeling of dread caught in his throat. That mask and...thing. He couldn't put his finger on it in the moment but it instantly sent a shiver of dread up his spine. Grip now on the arms of the chair and tightening till his knuckles whitened he looked up at the man again. Gulping audibly."Its uh...n-not going to hurt much is it, sir? My body is an exceptional piece of work and technology but I've never had the tests done with one of whatever these are before."
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[0stinato]

"Drunkard investi-- how dare you," Othello's eyes held a thousand tonnes which he brought upon Lucid's form. "How fucking dare you, I ought to throttle you right now and save the Judge the bother of sentencing you."

But it seemed neither Lucid nor Brooks was particularly paying him any attention, which only made his scowl darker. In truth, he only wished to remain in the room to keep an eye on Brooks in particular - with Lucid being his client, who knows what sort of sleazy scheme he might have concocted, some way for Lucid to plead... what, bodily ignorance? in order to free himself from the shackles of his responsibility. Othello doubted that his eyes would be much use here - Brooks didn't seem stupid. If he wanted to skew the results, he'd skew them subtly.

But even so, Othello wasn't about to let Lucid off easily. The personal insults had seen that much.

From something Othello learned long ago when first studying law he recalled now. A mentor of his, ruthless yet infamous for his tongue. He had told Othello all those years ago, "bend the evidence 'til it fits."

Even if Brooks' test 'proved' (in heavy, heavy air quotes) Lucid had no control over his cyborg parts, there were ways Othello could twist that. At least three came to mind, occupying his thoughts away from the niggle of addiction at the back of his throat. As he sat watching, he told himself Lucid was wrong - he was not a drunkard, no no no.

But Lucid reacted somewhat awkwardly to Brooks' case. Nauseating fear swept across him.

"Take the test," Othello said, leaning back in his chair, "or take the settlement. Right here, right now, in front of us."

Jeda Teq Axeykins

 

[Jeda Teq]

"Of course not Mr. Lentra. It's just a scan after all. A rather... deep scan." Brooks took a manilla folder from his suitcase and looked to Othello. "Mr. Prosecutor I appreciate you taking time out to spend with my client; however this is where we start to talk details of the case. It will be just me and my client. It's rather unusual to have the prosecutor here." Cruxious needed to have Lucid alone for him to reclaim what was his from an unworthy prospect. Othello was a wrench in the situation and he tried to talk him into leaving.

 

[Axeykins]

"Is it too late to revoke my consent for this?" The pop star stammered. Pushing himself farther away from the table. This man gave him a horrible feeling deep in the pit of his stomach. "Look, I'll answer any questions, take other tests but not this one I-" He nervously glanced from Mr. Brookes to Othello. Hoping to find the words to get out of this.
Only to find himself locked onto the device once more soon again. A cold sweat beading on his forehead as he began to hyperventilate. So many memories rushing back, all at once. Who was this? "Get this thing away from me. I won't take it, I don't even want to see it anymore. I don't want to see YOU here anymore." Lucid reeled his leg back a short ways and gave the table a sharp kick.
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[0stinato]

Othello looked up upon hearing Brooks request he step out of the room. The whole case was spiralling out his hands every second Brooks was in the room, and he did not appreciate it. He dropped his demeanour and displayed a distrustful stare, while his thoughts formulated themselves. Step out of the room eh? Complete privacy, that was this guy's game. Othello could not help but be suspicious of the cameras in the room. They, and the microphones, would capture everything, which would make Othello's stepping out pointless.

On the other hand though, evidence was often requested to be... "lost."

To leave the room, as requested, or to not leave the room, Othello did not know what to do.

In the end he got up.

He did not address Brooks but, rather, Lucid, whose reaction told him... a great deal.

"You seem distressed. I'm going to leave the room, as per this man's request, and thereby leave you alone with him. If this is not what you want, scream. If he continues to press you, that's illegal," his eye wandered to Brooks. "And you can't have a barrister doing illegal activities. I could have your badge for that, Mr. Brooks."

Othello gave a smile, completely devoid of emotion, and turned to leave the room.

 

[Jeda Teq]

"You should relax Mr. Lentra. You seem to be going through a fit of hysteria. Drugs can have powerful lasting effects." Brooks closed his brief case after putting the folder back into it. Three PB soldiers approached the cell. One aimed his gun at Lucid and the other opened the door.

"You need to calm down or we'll make you. Lawyer man its time for you to leave." The soldier escorted Brooks from the cell and out of the room. He closed the door behind him. He looked at Othello and Brooks. "Questioning is over. Comeback tomorrow. We at Project Black appreciate your assistance with the transitioning from martial law."

One of the soldiers who stayed behind entered Lucids cell. The other locked them both in. He had no weapons. Only his uniforms and his fist. "You know we don't appreciate terrorist." He slammed his fist into the palm of his head as he rolled his neck. "The only reason you're alive right now is because of civil matters. I just hope you're sober enough to feel this." He threw his fist into the pop stars gut. The soldier outside the cell kept his gun trained on Lucid to make sure he didn't retaliate.

0stinato Axeykins

 

[Axeykins]

"NO! DON'T LEAVE ME IN HERE WITH HIM!" Lucid screamed to Othello at the top of his lungs. Further backing himself away from Mr. Brooks. Even as he shut the briefcase. "It's not the drugs....he...he's a madman, not me. and I can prove it. Please don't go I can prove it! Questioning can't be over already it just started right? Right Monsieur?! I just know you of all people know I can't even begin to think of how to organize an electromagnetic-plasma bomb that concentrated! It's impossible given my....situations." Lucid shook like a leaf as the guards began to move again. Escorting Brooks out of there and training their guns on him. "no no no not again, back off. I'm warning you. You have no proof, nothing." He spat at them.

The star clung tightly to the back wall of his haphazard cell as one guard shut himself in with him. Didn't do him much good as he was soon doubled over on all fours in agonizing pain. How he wished he could retaliate but being unarmed with a heavy duty weapon pointed at him in such an enclosed space was a damn good deterrent. "Ughh....fucking....pigs..." He rest his forehead against the floor as light bursts danced in front of his eyes. He had to get out of here. They had no right to keep him here or treat him like this. Gathering his strength he crawled towards the bars of the cell. It was time to test the limits of this body once more. Taking a firm hold of them he began trying to pry them apart enough to squeeze through. "LET ME OUT. LET. ME OUT!" He began to scream loudly. Shaking the bars of the cell roughly.
0stinato Jeda Teq

 

[0stinato]

Despite Lucid's screams, Othello stuck to his guns. He left the room, half his mind on the case, but the more active part of his mind aware that the interview was cut short... so he had time. He had time, an opportunity, and a parched tongue.

Still, definitely worth getting those tapes he needed. He gave the officer a blank look, not bothering to think past the man's appearance, gave Brooks a longer stare, thanked Brooks for his co-operation - hah! - and returned to the front desk.

"The audio and visual files, give me what I requested, and by tomorrow I want the files for the remainder of this day, too. You can send them to me. They'll come through the offices I work for. Send me what you have now, but I need the ones for this day by tomorrow. Any problems, phone my offices, ask for Othello Sorenson. Otherwise, I expect to see them the minute I get to the offices."

He didn't offer a thank you to the front desk, but instead simply turned and escaped the building.

Upon doing so, his career mind jetted off into the distant fields of his head like a squid. The only thing filling his thoughts now were dreams of his vices. Or, in all honest, one particular vice. A vice that would, in time, destroy his mind, his body and his liver. A vice that was sure to see his life cut short.

He sighed, ran a hand through his hair. He should sort himself out. How many people had told him to do so? How many promises had he made, promises that proved to be as full as the wine bottles sitting in the recycling bin? He couldn't promise, not at all. If there was one thing addiction could do, it was break promises.

 

[Axeykins]

"Doctor Lentraaaa...hmm...or maybe Doctor LaGrange? What do you think Johnny?" Yves cocked his head curiously as he said them both slowly, and multiple times to his fussy feline compatriot. Holding the poor ball of fluff above his head as he reclined back on the couch.
"Mrrow."

"I know it's a tough decision right?! Use the name I've always known or redeem the one that's gone to shit no thanks to that whole side of the family?" He clicked his tongue in contemplation.
"MooOOoowww" Johnny II protested as he was lifted higher into the air. The poor thing stretched his arms down as far as possible to swat at the young man's nose.

"Fine fiiine. Yeesh." He lowered the poor cat onto his chest. Being careful not to send all of the documents set out on the table again. Last thing he needed was to sort out his resume folders again. "Still can't believe it bud. I could be a doctor soon! or...one in training at least haha. With one of the best guys out there! Can't wait to tell dad, if he ever gets home. How much you wanna bet he's on another blackout level bender eh? Psht, or better yet, how long do you think till he comes crawling back through the door again?"
"Mrph."

Yves gave a defeated sigh. "Yeah...you're probably right...Who needs him anyway. We're not his baby sitter, he's almost fourty now for God's sake! I've got a much brighter future to focus on now."

 

[Axeykins]

(Alright! It doth be time for a good time skip!)

"Where's my so called 'lawyer', or the guys coming to get me or anyone?! I want to get out of this damn cell and get this damned trial over. Get you bastards out of my life for good! I was told this thing was supposed to start soon. Just how soon did they fuckin mean?! Is the actual thing going to start? Are some of you assholes going to talk to me again beforehand?" Lucid twitched anxiously at the back of his more proper holding cell. Tapping his foot nonstop against the concrete floor and brushing the sad remains of his roughly hacked short hair out of his face. Or least, as best he could with his hands cuffed together tightly in front of him.

He was an utter mess. Roots of his unkempt hair taking on their natural dark color once more. Skin more pallid than usual and littered with fading bruises and scrapes. Dark circles under exhausted eyes that were growing ever darker as he could barely get any form of rest in this place and his irritation ever increased. Not to mention the withdrawls that were really beginning to take their toll on the star's mental state even more on top of the physical effects.
"HEY!! IS ANYONE EVEN LISTENING OUT THERE?! LET'S GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD ALREADY! I DON'T CARE WHAT IT TAKES I WANT OUT! I NEED OUT." He shouted as loudly as his current state would allow.

"Shut the Hell up!" A guard quickly turned to backhand the star across the face. "Getting real sick of your mouth boy. Damn lucky the laws here keep me from blowing it right off your face." He roughly picked up the scrawny man by the collar of his shirt.

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(hope this is good if not I'll change it asap)

 

[Axeykins]

A solid wrap would echo across the prosecutor's door. Another on the office of Mr. Brookes not long after, yet, whomever did it would not be seen. Rushing off quickly down the halls. Face obscured from all cameras and suspicion. Fleeing into the ever growing crowds outside of courthouse to fade further into obscurity. The only evidence of their presence were two small brown packages with a few disks and a note to those to watch. Giving vague instructions on what to do and what it was for. Yet constantly repeating it would change everything. Each waiting to start a countdown to spread their viral hatred like wildfire across the city soon as they were slid into any drive. Begin the movement. Start their revolution.

0stinato Jeda Teq

 

[0stinato]

It was the least Othello could do to curse quietly upon stepping from the shade of the office curtains into a spike of sunlight. With the rays bouncing against his eyes - and, by extension, stabbing into his soft, hungover brain - he squinted but tried his best to keep walking with purpose. It was nothing new, a hangover; easily dealt with, if one knew how. And there was no point in downing an espresso, or taking painkillers. No, the best cure for a hangover was just to deal with it.

However, the very nature of a hangover made that incredibly difficult.

Othello was no stranger to hangovers. No stranger at all. And to wake up in the early morning having drunk only alcohol was a blessing, really. Depending on how drunk he would get, he would pursue more remedies. At one point, he had ingested hair oil, and had to have his stomach pumped. But that was, perhaps, two decades ago. Time flew when one existed in a fug of lonely fumes.

He opened the door to his office, expecting to see his PA, or even a bailiff there, but neither existed beyond the door. In fact, nothing existed except a brown package.

Othello blinked at it. This wasn't the way things were done. He had a PA for a reason, plus if anything physical was to be delivered, someone would deliver it. His first thought was that it was the tapes he had requested from the cell, arriving at a tardy pace.

With an irritated exhalation, Othello scooped up the package. Solid enough. Othello brought it into his office, settling back at the desk. Upon opening it, and upon seeing its contents involved an intimidating an instruction which ordered him to "watch" something, he groaned. Sunlight was awful enough: the artificial pixel light from a screen was worse.

He reached across his desk, which took virtually all his effort, and slammed his finger down on the phone panel, which connected him to his PA following a loud bleep.

Othello uttered a foul threat to the beep, partially forgetting he was talking now to his PA, before actually addressing the man.

"Would you please come up here, I need a third eye to watch something."

A third eye. Sure. Or just two eyes who didn't have a hangover attached to their stalks.

 

[Jeda Teq]

Yves had little to no contact with Cruxious. The boy spent most of his time at the hospital with the nurses. Shadowing them around on their day to day activities. He was to learn how to handle patients. Emotionally, mentally, and physically. Everyday he had to spend two hours in the waiting room of the ER just to socialize. Each night he returned to his room there was a new book waiting for him on his pillow with a sticky note that what sections of the book he should read.

Today was different. Rather than going to the cafeteria Yves was instructed to return to his room. Upon arrival he would find a tablet resting on the desk. When interacted with the device would unlock and begin a test.

 

[Axeykins]

As the image would clear and come into focus it would become more than apparent in the surveillance video who the most likely culprit was.
A rough looking yet beautiful face slunk through the hallway. Haphazardly attempting to cover up his identity but it was more than obvious who it was. None other than the highly acclaimed pop star or rather, once so highly acclaimed.

Each disk would show video a different room or hall and all of it's angles. Each one painting the grim image of Lucid setting up several explosives in very measured out locations. Each one planned out accordingly to maximize the damage. Ensure that the destruction would be as far spread and severe as possible. With the star hiding them from the cameras as best as he could. It wasn't as if anyone would check anyways. Not even with this behavior.
He would stop periodically to pace, check all around, talking to himself anxiously. Only to seemingly come to some sort of agreement? Then take a hit of some substance and continue onward without hesitation. To anyone who worked there it was nothing but a normal day dealing with his drug fueled antics and wanderings.

The only time the star avoided the camera's eye was when ducking away into some room that appeared to have a higher security clearance. No doubt to set up the larger central explosive that created the electro-plasma blast. The one to set off the fatal chain reaction as well. He spent the longest time in that room and left it the quickest. The cameras following him all the way of the out of the building and up until the blast went off and took them out.
As the videos played on a timer would pop up in the corner of the screen.
1:00:00
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[Axeykins]

"Huh. How peculiar." Yves gaze went directly to the tablet as he shut the door behind him. Hanging his coat and I.D. as he strode across the room to pick it up. Not the usual odd book or chapter for him to read. Certainly a strange time of the day as well for something like this but he hadn't lost faith in Mr. Cruxious yet. His methods were odd but working so well in such a short amount of time. Least within the terms of the medical field. The boy had been excelling in leaps and bounds due to it.
Heating himself a cup of tea and grabbing a snack Yves settled in to begin this next challenge.
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[0stinato]

Othello's PA, a man with the hair like the ears of a spaniel called Marco, had a seat pulled up and was round on Othello's side of the desk. Othello, not willing to give up his area for Marco to use the computer, was beside him, arms crossed on the desk and head on those arms. A pumping behind his eyes had his head aching sharply, the only other sound the clicking of Marco pulling up the contents of the discs.

"Have you done it yet?" Othello asked, his voice muffled.

"Doing it now. Right, I've ripped all the files onto the computer, so here."

"Alright... alright..." Othello raised his head as Marco opened the first file. When he saw Lucid's face, not even his eyebrows rose. Was he surprised the star was guilty? No, he'd admitted he was himself. But he had to force himself to look closer.

Othello sat up straighter, seeing the star break from his routine to... talk to himself, walk and talk and look worried... just the worried look told Othello a lot. It told him Lucid was aware of what he was doing, given his anxiety. It meant the star either knew he was doing something wrong, or was worried about being caught. Not only that, but he was hiding what his face. He was sentient, he knew what he was doing. If he was acting heartlessly, casually, efficiently, Othello would be much more inclined to think that he wasn't in control, as Brookes had suggested the other day... but Lucid's behaviour here was enough to convince Othello of his full control.

The timer in the corner of the screen was counting down. Second by second. To what end, Othello thought.

Lucid ducked into a room, and was lost to the camera, no matter which recording Othello had Marco open. There, again, Lucid hiding himself... he knew he was doing something wrong. And the wonder why the room Lucid ducked into had no cameras in it...

"This is quite brutal..." Marco said. "I mean... how people do this."

"Get the sentimentality out of your head, shut up, let me think. Let me think. Move. Let me get everything I need from these."

Marco got up. Othello changed positions. This would be a long day, editing the videos down to the most important parts: Lucid's actions of hiding his identity, his anxiety, his talking to himself, his ducking into the room, and, finally, his fleeing of the scene.

"Do you need anything else?"

"Did you see anything useful?" Othello said.

"I mean he was high the whole time. And, obviously, the timer."

Yes, the substance was an issue... but even so, the taking of the substance would be something Othello could use in his favour.

"Find out what that timer's for," Othello said. "I don't want to be unprepared for it."

 

[Axeykins]

Shrouded in a dark hoodie a strange individual slunk through the halls. Small, odd package in hand. Scanning room by room for their destination. They appeared to be extremely lost. Unsure of where they were even in the simple halls of the police station.
Drumming their fingers impatiently against the edges of what they held in their pockets they made another turn down the next hall. Adjusting several cybernetics in their limbs in preparation of who or even what they may run into in their task.
0stinato (sorry for the crappy post =_=)