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Post by Vora on Sept 28, 2010 5:54:46 GMT -5
Vora fumes in the darkness, optics burning in the sea of dinge.
"That'd be swell if we were going to the ninth floor," he answers flatly. He definitely was not in the same bemused mood. The elevator was probably going to cut out completely any second leaving him trapped in the darkness with this wench. Or hurtle them both down to oblivion.
Given the present company, it was tough to chose a favoured outcome.
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Post by Suli on Sept 28, 2010 14:24:22 GMT -5
“It means, that if our criminal is smart, he might have had a very quick get away,” Suli rumbles serenely. She decides to let Vora chew on his little oversight then and falls silent once again, examining the floor descriptions and generally ignoring the kid.
Surprisingly, the elevator doesn’t die on them. It somehow manages to creak down to the seventh floor with little more than a slight jolt to interrupt the descent. The music has gone from stupidly cheerful to techno music, however, so the rest of the trip was filled with repetitive ‘unce unce unce unce’s.
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Post by Vora on Sept 30, 2010 7:02:25 GMT -5
Well, forgive Vora for not devoting his whole attention to the criminal escaping when he's stuck in a blacked out box that has the most abysmal taste in music. So no, he doesn't really chew over it, he's too busy willing the wretched elevator not to die and to get them to the seventh floor before he goes insane from the fragging music.
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Post by Suli on Oct 2, 2010 6:24:29 GMT -5
When the elevator does reach its destination, the doors opens to reveal approximately a third of the exit being blocked off by the very floor it’d arrived on and the external doors only halfway open.
The lighting situation didn’t get any better either since floor was almost as dark as the elevator itself was, a few dimly glowing exceptions aside. Distant voices drifted down the hallway, muffled by old black-out era music, heavy footsteps and the sound of doors creaking open and shut.
Suli takes a moment to eye the partially blocked elevator before shaking her helm. She wrenches the doors aside the rest of the before taking advantage of having long legs and simply stepping up onto the seventh floor, ducking her head to the avoid the elevator’s ceiling. What little light there was was momentarily blocked by her frame before she steps aside and peers down at Vora expectantly.
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Post by Vora on Oct 5, 2010 9:23:26 GMT -5
What exactly was she expecting? Vora certainly hasn't got legs to match hers.
Ignoring her, he grabs onto the floor and heaves himself up with a grunt. Once up, he quickly straightens and brushes himself down, not that it really mattered considering the lack of light.
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Post by Suli on Oct 6, 2010 13:08:48 GMT -5
Suli just wanted to see Vora stuggle, mostly. She's a great person like that. She also doesn't wait for him to finish brushing off before she was on the move again, striding down the gloomy hallway.
A few if the residents were scattered along the hallway, their doors open and spilling sharp squares of golden light. They peered curiously as Suli and Vora walked by, their murmurs scattering away into silence. Several of them narrowed their optics suspiciously before ducking back into their rooms, doors creaking shut.
For the most part, the harpy ignored them. She only stopped to greet one of the Predacons, a grey and blue truck of sorts, but it was brief and in old Decepticon before Suli quickly moved on. A moment later, they find their door. The numbers had been recently replaced, so instead of the typical faded paint, they were white stickers. Gafitti lined the edges here and there, but none were personally insulting to the tenant themself, merely random scribbles of names and rather dirty slang. The doorbell was lost somewhere in the wall.
Hesitating before knocking, Suli checks to make sure Vora is there beside her. Or rather, she simply checks to take note of his location; she proceeds to knock a moment later regardless of his position.
There's a brief shuffle and the sound of scattering plastic containers before the door slides aside, bizarrely soundless in spite of the dents and patches of bubbling rust. The sharp scent of cleaners quickly followed, along with the faint smell of something burning.
"Yeah?" Highridge was a rather big mech, primarily navy green and more green. His optics were red, but he bore no faction sigils. He also looked a bit dazed and more than a little distracted, although it was entirely in his posture as the mech had no face. Somehow, he managed to focus on Suli but it was a moment more before he awkwardly added, "yes?" rubbing one big palm over the back of his neck.
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Post by Vora on Oct 11, 2010 7:54:01 GMT -5
Coughing to draw attention to himself, Vora is quick off the mark to introduce them.
"Yes, hello. I'm Chief Inspector Vora, of the Praxus police, and this is my partner, Suli. We're here on an investigation and were wondering if you could help us. All we need is for you to answer some questions for us."
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Post by Suli on Oct 13, 2010 13:28:17 GMT -5
"Hi," there's a pause as the big mech's adled processor catches up and then he adds, "oh." Highridge doesn't really seem too happy about being interviewed by cops, but then, who is?
He doesn't protest anyhow, and simply stands there quietly and expectantly in assent. Not much of a talker, this fellow.
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Post by Vora on Oct 16, 2010 7:51:50 GMT -5
After another pause, it becomes pretty clear to Vora this isn't going anywhere. He coughs again to try and regain the slow mech's attention.
"Right then. First of all, could you please confirm your wherabouts two cycles before the acid rain shower?"
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Post by Suli on Oct 18, 2010 14:20:42 GMT -5
"... In my room. Cleaning jewelry." Highridge says this as if it should be obvious, in spite of the complete lack of emotional inflection in his voice.
Suli is looking amused. The radio clicks on for a moment before shutting off, mostly because the old harpy was most likely snickering to herself too much to give any advice.
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Post by Vora on Oct 20, 2010 7:44:43 GMT -5
No, Suli is NOT helping. Vora can practically hear her cackling in his audios. Witch.
Not to be unnerved, Vora persists. "I see. Tell me, did you notice anything amiss or hear anything unusual during that time?"
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Post by Suli on Oct 22, 2010 10:42:20 GMT -5
//Try asking him more than one question at a time. I suspect this will take ages if you keep up the current pattern.// Yes, Suli is most definitely taking great joy from Vora's little discomfort.
"No, because I was in my room," Highridge shrugs. "I hear the neighbors a lot. Not unusual."
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Post by Vora on Oct 26, 2010 9:03:31 GMT -5
Well, this is going well. Not.
Better up the pace and try and get this train wreck back on the tracks before Suli takes things into her own hands. Then Primus help them all.
"I understand you met with an out of towner a few days ago. You mind telling me who it was and what it was about?"
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Post by Suli on Oct 27, 2010 17:51:41 GMT -5
Suli would be doing exactly what Vora was doing except she’d have many, many more years of experience to back it up and a whole lot more competency. And maybe she's a tad more capable of inducing fearful trembling in the victims- er, witnesses.
Vora, however, needed training. And Highridge was probably too out-of-sorts to be really intimidated anyways.
In the meantime Highridge is staring at the kid like he’s just grown another head. For all they know though, that’s probably exactly what the mech was seeing. “... Out of towner.”
And then it clicks a moment later and he stops looking at Vora like he has a second and starts looking at him like he’s actually a cop. “His name was Lindwurm,” Highridge says at last. “He... I... we’re... we know each other,” he finishes lamely.
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Post by Vora on Nov 2, 2010 7:58:47 GMT -5
Bingo.
Vora quickly unsubspaces the report and starts keying, although this is really more for show. Maybe looking all official and important will help things along.
"You still haven't told me what your little meeting was about," he states matter-of-factly, glancing up from the oh-so-important official report he was pretending to write.
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