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Post by overtninja on May 15, 2011 6:06:59 GMT
D2
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Post by Bazooka_Rose_Penguin on May 15, 2011 6:58:50 GMT
"is that right? That's fine. We're going to be wrapped up in yellow tape for a while so you two don't need to be here. I'll take care of things." As usual the Chief was calm and collected, on top of things, like a real police officer. How long was he on the force again? 36 years?
"Deneb, let's get a bite to eat."
"Ah, that's what I like to he-"
"After I get changed that is."
"Damn, alright. Let's hurry though!"
"Feel free to take car 7", the Chief suggests as you turn to leave.
Rising from your slump you make your way over to the vehicle clearly marked with a decorative shield with the number 7 imprinted on its side doors. Still active, upon entering the computer automatically recognizes you and starts the engine. When Deneb enters the heavy vehicle creaks and tips to the side when he sits, balancing out slightly as he settles in.
Stopping by your apartment not too far off, you thoughtlessly change into civilian clothing, a vest and shorts, the only thing left in your closet. The others were probably waiting at the cleaning processor, not that you had many other outfits. The easiest way of putting it would be...distracted.
"Hey Chief."
"Chief..."
"Chief..."
"Chief?"
"Hey chief, are you alright?"
"Huh?" You finally respond, somewhat bored.
"Why don't we walk, I know a great little place down on 7th." Just a few blocks down. "I think you could use the air." You thought the same honestly.
On the walk down, Deneb seemed as chatty as usual, unaffected by that deadly blast to the chest apparently. "So Chief, that guy you're going out with tonight, his name is Joseph right?"
"Yea", A slow and thoughtless response.
"What does he do again?"
"He's an engineer at Sabre Co." You follow Deneb as he turns the corner to the right.
"Hey, maybe he can hook us up with some new gear!"
"Don't be stupid...They make starships..."
"Oh, well maybe we'll need a starship sometime?" He opens the door, allowing you to enter first. It was a little deli shop, no customers around, yet it was crowded anyway.
"Hiya Bubba"
"Hey bud", the rather...large man behind the counter seemed to be greeting casually. Guess he was pretty friendly with people... "Who's this? Your girlfriend? Hehehehe"
"I wish!" You grunt and roll your eyes at his remark. "Nah, it's my boss. Chief, this is Garland."
"Nice to meet you", you greet in a sarcastic tone.
"Oh. Yeah, nice to meet you too! So what'll you have?"
"The usual!" Deneb shouts, rather loudly, into your ear. Quickly surveying the posted menu you can see a number of sandwiches, wraps, soups, and other goods in the main entrees. All the meats listed were probably just synthetics. The real stuff had to be imported from off-world, expensive.
"I guess I'll get the same."
"Alright, two double meaty deluxe wraps coming right up!" Double meaty deluxe? Was that even a comprehensive name?
Before too long, the large man, Garland, or rather Bubba, dispensed the foods, wrapped in a foil wrap. "Enjoy you two", he also seemed to slam down two beers on the counter. A bit hesitantly you grab the bottle Deneb doesn't take.
"Thanks, I'll seeya tomorrow!" Deneb shouts as you exit first.
"Moron...do you drink every lunch?" What you really meant was, 'do you drink on the job every day?'
"N-n...Yes... It's no problem though, I can handle it", he seems to mutter it defensively, falling behind in his walk with you.
Taking a quick bite of the warp you quickly take note of the copious amount of cheese and shredded meats. Probably all synthetic, but who cared. Cheap, tasted the same, an oversight. Turning back you could see Deneb was already done with his wrap...somehow... "H-how did you eat that?"
"Eh? What a silly question Chief, with my mouth of course." Ugh...
"Moron..." You mumble the last words as you stuff the wrap into your face once more.
"So Chief, what do you think is going on? You think it was a Federation spy? I heard they attacked Hares, that's where we're getting those refugees right?"
"Huh..." You shoot him an unexpected and unplanned glare.
"Eh, never mind."
"So you gonna get ready for tonight?"
A. Go get ready (need to go pick up clothes from cleaners) B. Later (stay with Deneb longer, suggestions on what to do?) C. "I'm canceling." D. Go back to duty E. Free choice
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Post by vegeta on May 15, 2011 15:57:07 GMT
D vote - Let's get a flawed character.
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Post by Bazooka_Rose_Penguin on May 17, 2011 4:52:04 GMT
"No, I'm going back on duty" You quickly answer, finishing off your meal-on-the-go.
"What!?" Deneb suddenly jumps infront of you, "Come on chief! You gotta have some fun! I'll help you get ready for tonight! Knowing you I bet you don't even have any clothes for such an occasion."
You push him aside as you make your way back to the car. Following intently Deneb continues his act, "When you first started dating this guy you were so excited about seeing him. Hell! You were the one who told the entire division about this damn date! You said it was special!" He certainly did wave his hands around like a monkey...
"Dumbass... Just shut up", you remark lightly, ready to step into the car. Technically he was right... You did announce it, dinner at a prestigious restaurant at 7PM...But there was still time today, no need to rush it...Could get back the clothes from the cleaners and head over...Like last time.
"Come on Chief, I bet you don't even have a fancy dress, you need something like that if you want to go to Verci's!"
You were late last time..."Doesn't matter, just mind your own business", you say, stepping into the car only to be stopped by Deneb's firm grip.
"You're going to regret it Chief, I'm trying to help you out here!"
You sigh standing on the edge.
A) Get back to duty and report in for a case 1) Refugee organization 2) Make one up
B) Go with Deneb and let him lead the way
C) Reconsider, pick up clothes, go home for some rest before heading out for the evening
D) Free choice
Mmm, light on the choices this time >_>
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Post by Forte on May 17, 2011 4:56:07 GMT
A2, research the suit and stuff.
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Post by vegeta on May 17, 2011 4:57:01 GMT
A2 - research the powered suit who attacked us
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Post by Yushinoki on May 17, 2011 5:28:40 GMT
Vegeta's Vote
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Post by Bazooka_Rose_Penguin on May 17, 2011 6:06:47 GMT
"You can either let go or come with me..." You reply, slowly pulling your arm away from his hands.
With a sigh Deneb runs over to the other side and gets in the car as you take a seat, strapping on the safety belt.
"Let's go" You mutter, hitting the gas, the car charging like an animal through the streets.
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With the other squad cars coming into view the car slows down, stopping just with the parked vehicles. Somewhat tiredly you swing the door open and step out, walking towards the crime scene with Deneb in tow.
There are crime inspectors trying to pry open the armor's top casing, what looks like a head.
"Hey, wait a minute", a young man in police uniform, "You can't be here m'am." How green...
You quickly flash the badge in his face, forcing him to stand down immediately. "Ah-ah, I'm sorry Lieutenant! Please go right ahead."
"Pft, hahaha", Deneb laughs highly behind you.
"Shut up..."
"Jeez, lighten up chi-"
"Why don't you go help them open the suit, I want to find out who it is." Hopefully it wasn't Tara...Maybe it was some delusion of your addled mind, but still...Oh wait.
She was standing over by the side with the Chief... You let out a sigh of confusion and relief, glad to see Tara was okay. How ridiculous to think she was seriously a traitor...
"Chief!" You shout, catching his attention. He looks over and briskly walks to you with Tara waddling behind him in her tight skirt.
"Lieutenant! Why are you back here?"
"Hey there Lieutenant!"
"Sorry Chief", you begin, "I had to find out who it is."
With a sigh the real Chief explains, "They haven't been able to get it open...at least...without damaging the body." Like me, you think. "Deneb, you're strong", he pats Deneb's shoulder plate, "Go help them pull that helmet off."
"Alright alright", he whines, strolling over to the armored suit, grabbing the helmet. With one leg pressing against the suit he seems to pull with all his might. Popping it right off, letting him fall into the oily ground. How underwhelming.
"Ah good, that was quick"
Following the chief you head on over to the armored suit as well, trying to get a good look at however you killed. No one you knew...
"So what do you think Lt.?"
"Hmm...Maybe a federation spy?"
"Possible. This may be right up your alley Lt."
"Lt, you're a Union Space Force officer right?" Tara inquires
"Yes, that's right. But I'm not sure...how I can help."
"Well, don't worry. The Military is coming in tomorrow to inspect it, but as far as we are concerned we just need to stow this thing to lock up."
"Oh..."
"So", the chief pats your shoulder, "Why don't you go home and rest, we're done for today!"
"But what about the refugees?"
"Don't worry, we're done with that too. So really go home for now...And take Deneb too." Liar...there was no way the refugees were all taken care of, especially with this going on...Sometimes he tried too hard to be 'caring'. How frustrating; without even noticing you slightly grimace.
A) Insist on taking care of the refugee business B) Go home and take Deneb too C) Let Deneb take you out to take care of stuffs D) Free choice
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Post by Forte on May 17, 2011 6:10:03 GMT
A vote.
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Post by vegeta on May 17, 2011 6:11:18 GMT
A vote
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Post by Yushinoki on May 17, 2011 6:19:31 GMT
A
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Post by Bazooka_Rose_Penguin on May 17, 2011 6:53:07 GMT
"Chief, I would appreciate it if you didn't treat me so lightly", you snap sharply. "I'll handle the refugee detail with the rest of you."
Slightly taken aback the Chief appeases you, "Alright, why don't you head on over to the station first, a few of us will handle this thing first and head over."
"Roger!" You give a neat salute, quickly falling into your typical behavior. Some work would be good for your mind. "Deneb, come on, let's get going." You say so in an authoritative tone.
"Sorry chief. I won't be going", if you didn't know any better, he was eying you up and down, though maybe he was just stretching his neck a little.
"What?" You ask intensely.
"S-sorry, I'll see you later chief!" Taking off like a bird in flight, Deneb flees the scene. A bit confused and exasperated you roll your eyes, walking to the car once more.
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The work was mostly administrational, taking care of the incoming refugees and making sure they had proper aid before being ferried to the shelters, pending further help in the future. Sitting behind a makeshift desk you hand two packs of clothing to a woman and her little son who is holds intently onto her hand, clinging.
"Hey there," You greet him, giving your best smile to comfort the frightened looking boy. Almost reflexively you reach for an extra bar of chocolate, holding it out for him. Meekly, he takes it with a growing smile.
"Say thank you", the mother instructs, to which the boy attempts to do so, mumbling and stumbling with his words.
"T-thank you."
Oddly enough...the sight weighed down on your heart.
"Lieutenant!" A voice calls out, Tara's. "You're still here?!" She stops at the desks, setting down a stack of papers as you hand a package to the next refugee. "You're going to be late for yo-" She leans in to whisper, "Your date. It's already 6:30"
Slightly shocked you quickly get up from the desk. At this rate you wouldn't have any time to get to the cleaners to pick up your clothes, you'd be hard pressed to just get to the meeting place! You quickly take a look at your rather dirtied vest, shirt, and shorts with a rather negative outlook.
"I...don't...I'm not sure if I can..."
"What?"
A. Try to get to the cleaners and get to the restaurant B. Go straight to the restaurant C. Call Joseph and cancel the entire thing D. Free choice
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Post by Forte on May 17, 2011 6:55:23 GMT
D vote.
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Post by vegeta on May 17, 2011 7:01:45 GMT
See latest post
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Post by Yushinoki on May 17, 2011 7:12:28 GMT
D - Call -> let him know that we're running late -> go to cleaners then restaurant
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Post by vegeta on May 17, 2011 7:19:28 GMT
Yushi's D vote
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Post by Bazooka_Rose_Penguin on May 18, 2011 7:05:22 GMT
"Tara, lend me your transmitter?"
"Sure", she replies, picking and tossing the little device, the Slate. It was practically a multi-media device, but its particular feature was boosting transmission signals from the cybernetic implants. In a way, it was no different from older devices.
Catching it passively underhand you quickly attempt to make contact with Joseph, the Slate acting as a relay for your mental transmission.
With the sound of low pitch pulsing you wait somewhat impatiently for him to answer.
"Hello?"
"Hello? Joseph? Hi," You say sweetly.
"Oh no...Don't tell me."
"I'm going to be running late, I'm terribly sorry."
"Again?" You can hear him sigh away from the slate, "Alright... Just head over to the restaurant when you can, it's best we talk about this in person."
"Wa-wait, what?" Bzzz, he hung up. But it didn't sound good...Even so...
You let Tara take the desk, "Thanks Tara," you say, running away from the scene to get to a car.
"Wait, is something wrong?"
From the front lot of the police station you make your way over to the garage, someone standing at the front of the station. It was Deneb, holding up what looked like covered clothes, hanging off a hanger, a box under his hands
"Deneb?"
"Ah! Hey chief!"
"What is that?"
"You're a...hmm, just try it on." He pushes it into your hands, forcing you to take it so it doesn't drop the ground.
"What is this?"
"I had a feeling you were going to be running late again...hurry up and get dressed chief! Come on! You need to go!"
A bit confused, you thank him, heading into the station to change into the open back black dress. Fairly elegant, surprisingly of him to pick something like this for you...it was just a little tight though. Inside the box? Heels and a makeup...Jeez, what was this guy up to, you think rolling your eyes.
Slinging on the heels you come outside to see Deneb waiting in a squad car.
"You're taking too long chief! You're already late!"
"I know I know!" You carefully run down the stairs and slip into the side seat.
"Lipstick chief"
"Huh?"
"You need to fix it!" He says, putting the car into gear, flooring it out into the street.
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"Thanks!" You shout into the car, running into the restaurant, only to stop at the waiter's stand. "Uh, reservation with Mr. Wehlmeck."
Touching the little screen on his stand it projects some sort of holographic book, through which he flips. "Ah yes, go right ahead, table 7"
The path actually lit up in pulsing blue lights to lead you all the way to the table, in a way it was both tacky and impressive, given the gentle nature of the light. Taking the lit road you reach the table of Joseph, who was sitting with his hands folded in front of him, quickly taking note, and standing at your presence. Moving to the other side he pulls out the chair and takes your hand, leading you into the seat before taking his seat once more.
Despite the long day, you can't help but smile foolishly upon seeing him again. Finally, a break from-
"We need to talk." The air is tinged with the taste of tension. You keep quiet, waiting for him to continue.
"I've really enjoyed our time together...but...I think we should start seeing new people."
You can feel the previous tension in your chest drop out, only a void in its place, with just a few words.
"W-why..." You softly stutter.
"I'm sorry...but. I don't think I can keep waiting on you all the time. You're a wonderful person, but your work always seems to come first! I...just can't commit to someone who is more committed to her work." Letting out a sigh he rises from his seat. "Please enjoy dinner, I've arranged for it to be covered."
Feeling all too confused...
A) Demand a clearer explanation (angrily) B) Ask him to stay just for dinner C) Let him leave and 1) Have dinner 2) Go home 3) Go back on duty D) Free choice
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Post by Bazooka_Rose_Penguin on May 18, 2011 7:05:36 GMT
Wow, that one was a bit weird to write...
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Post by Forte on May 18, 2011 14:43:24 GMT
C1 vote
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Post by vegeta on May 18, 2011 18:41:48 GMT
B1 - Wow.... This guy very quickly got to the point and was brief, like he wants to get rid of us. At least if he's a gentleman, he'll stay for dinner and talk to the Lt.
We've only met him twice and he's already jumping to a conclusion about the Lt? Geez. Maybe it would be better to get rid of this guy.
Another note: I sense that Cactus is trying to set up a romance with Deneb.
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Post by Bazooka_Rose_Penguin on May 18, 2011 18:47:38 GMT
It's been more than twice, which I tried to imply earlier, but I guess it didn't work. Regardless, they've been going out for "a while". The "last time" thing was to suggest MC has a habit of being late or absent.
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Post by vegeta on May 18, 2011 18:59:49 GMT
So either this was the last straw or it was bound to happen anyway. Aw well, plenty of fish in the sea.
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Post by Mizu on May 18, 2011 19:22:04 GMT
B1
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Post by Bazooka_Rose_Penguin on May 18, 2011 21:04:25 GMT
"Can't you stay for dinner...at least?"
Giving you a sullen stare he glances at his watch, though you think he didn't actually bother to actually look. "Sure." He sits down quietly, picking up the menu, his face disappearing behind it.
Touching your hair you look away from him, down at your menu. You open it up with the intention of choosing something, though in the end you only feign it, staring blankly at the menu, focus on more important matters.
It was true...dating for about 4 months, and maybe you had put the job ahead of him...But not always, not that that was saying much. In hindsight it made sense that he would want to break up, but so abruptly...It was slightly maddening, but more so heart breaking. The call of the waiter catching your attention you look up to see Joseph ordering.
"I'll have the Crouw (made up word!) Bisque"
"And Madam?"
"The same thank you", you answer.
"And shall the couple be having wine tonight?"
You wanted to say yes on such an occasion, but...
"No, thank you", Guess it was really over. The waiter collects the menus as you thoughtfully observe Joseph. His short and tidy golden blonde hair seemed particularly glamorous tonight; every detail of his face was chiseled perfectly. Suddenly he looks up, staring you eye to eye, allowing you to catch his light blue eyes, the centre a shadowy darkness giving it much more depth. "I'm sorry about this..."
"..." You find yourself wordless.
"I know this is really sudden. I hope it isn't too arrogant of me to ask that you forgive me."
Looking away in a bit of spite you don't answer his request, instead, "Why were you in such a hurry to leave?"
"I'm sorry... Something came up at the office..." The corporate office...Not just an engineer. He was the head engineer at Sabre. Thinking about it, somehow he always had time for you...
"Oh..." Now, it seemed, maybe he made time for you.
A. Continue the dinner B. Tell him to go take care of his business 1. Go home 2. Have dinner alone C. Free choice
Kinda like a sub choice, but I decided to add it in between
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Post by Mizu on May 19, 2011 2:38:02 GMT
B2
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