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Post by Suli on Aug 25, 2010 13:00:34 GMT -5
Aww, but Suli think it’d be interesting if the little brat did that. Damnit. At least he was being relatively logical about his follow up. She does send him a terse, //do not rule out the glass maker because he seems harmless,// because it wouldn’t be a good day without some criticism for Vora to stew over.
“He was tall and skinny. Very tall and very skinny. Seemed to have a beast mode but I couldn’t tell for sure. He seemed to have scale-mail of some sort. Light olive green. He was a pretty calm and soft spoken guy, although he seemed to be in some sort of rush,” Sidespin shrugged. “Not much else I can say about him.”
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Post by Vora on Aug 31, 2010 7:49:40 GMT -5
//Noted.// Vora sends back with false chirpiness as Sidespin begins describing the visitor.
He adds all the details to the datapad- hopefully the databanks can pull a match on him, though he wouldn't hold his breath. He's an out of towner and nothing so far has been that easy.
"That's fine, thank you," he says as he looks up from the datapad. "And what kind of a character is your tenant, Highridge?"
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Post by Suli on Sept 1, 2010 16:03:34 GMT -5
“Highridge? Quiet and busy mech. Don’t know him very well, although I do know he works as some kind of cleaner. I see him throw out bottles of cleaning products now and again and a lot of outsiders visit him. Prolly cleans jewels or something,” Sidespine shrugs.
“Fellow never leaves his room, but he keeps up the rent payment and I don’t make it my business to bother people when they're behaving.”
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Post by Vora on Sept 3, 2010 6:09:11 GMT -5
Jewel polishing- not exactly the occupation that springs to mind of a ruthless, cold blooded killer. Still, he'll need questioning. This probably wraps it up for now.
"Oh, I don't suppose you could tell me briefly about the glass maker," Vora adds half-heartedly, emphasis on briefly. He knows it's probably an utter waste of time, but if he doesn't ask Suli will glare at him, glare some more, and then drone on endlessly about his incompetence, probably in front of Sidespin.
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Post by Suli on Sept 4, 2010 11:28:07 GMT -5
Actually, she’d just toss him off the case and do the rest of it herself. Suli was allergic to wasting time. That, and lecturing was for Maximals.
“The glassmaker?” Sidesping blinked. “Uh. His name is Barrier Breaker. Works as a bodyguard down at Racket’s. Very shy kid, though you wouldn’t know that looking at him.” The orange and green mech shrugs.
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Post by Vora on Sept 7, 2010 8:10:09 GMT -5
"That's all I needed to know, thank you. I think that'll be all, for now." Vora closes up the datapad and re-subspaces it. "Unless perhaps there's another bathroom my partner would like to investigate?"
He gestures questioningly to Suli with a tight smirk.
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Post by Suli on Sept 8, 2010 15:18:55 GMT -5
"Only one bathroom here," Suli chuckles (although it sounds a lot more like someone's dying gasps) and turns to try and grab Vora's shoulders to steer him out of the room, all proper-like.
Sidespin watches them with a puzzled expression before shaking his head and returning to whatever matter it was he'd been discussing with on his computer. He'd had his daily dose of strange today, thank you.
"Highridge's room next," Suli hisses. //Make a list of questions now before we get into the room. Good to be prepared before the questioning. Some witnesses can catch by the wayside here.//
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Post by Vora on Sept 10, 2010 7:39:17 GMT -5
And once again, Vora is bustled away by Suli. Not that he's going to do anything about it. He can't. At least not without losing his shoulder.
He scoffs at being told to make a list of questions. //Should "Are you the murderer?" be one of them, because that'd make this whole thing a heck of a lot quicker.// He scowls in foul temper. //A lot of use Spintop, or whatever his name was, turned out to be.//
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Post by Suli on Sept 11, 2010 10:06:27 GMT -5
Suli is teaching Vora to become allergic to wasting time too! Isn’t she just the grandest of teachers?
//You’re lucky to even have a witness, halftwit,// the harpy rasps as they come to a stop in front of the battered old elevator. //Ask that if you wish, but the only answer you will ever get is a ‘no’. Waste of breath.//
She presses the down button... then scowls when the button promptly disappears into its socket. The light indicating which floor the elevator was on showed it moving upwards however, so Suli just scowls and stands back waiting for the elevator to arrive.
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Post by Vora on Sept 13, 2010 7:26:54 GMT -5
Vora groans to himself. //Fine. Confirm name of witness/suspect, confirm location and activity of witness/suspect at time of crime. Determine if witness is suspect. Happy?//
He waits impatiently, eyeing the deliberately trawling elevator and the light showing which floor its on.
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Post by Suli on Sept 15, 2010 13:39:36 GMT -5
//Beyond comprehension,// Suli casts a a rather withering sideways look at her ‘protege’- technically, the brat was her boss. She’d seen him more as the chief pencil pusher until the slagger actually got out from behind his inordinately immaculate desk (likely organized and polished by the department’s long suffering janitor) and got out into the field. He’d initially started off being a grand nuisance and Suli had secretly been plotting his conveniently timed death but then... he began to become useful.
Not as an investigator, mind. He was terrible so far and Suli wasn’t expecting much of an improvement. More as a door opener. With a high ranking rich-boy on her side, the old harpy might as well have been given the access codes to all the Maximal’s carefully guarded doors in Praxus.
The elevator chooses to arrive then with a obnoxiously cheerful ‘DING!’ then, followed immediately by the creaky groan of the doors sliding apart .
“Come now,” the old hag rasps, gently pushing Vora into the elevator. “I get a feeling this night will be long enough without any addling about.”
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Post by Vora on Sept 17, 2010 6:49:39 GMT -5
"Oh, goodie," Vora mutters as he's nudged into the lift. This wasn't exactly a bed of roses for him, either. Before he came to this backwater city he'd had it all- glory, power, loyalty; the list went on. Everything always seemed to work and fit into place for him back then.
But as soon as he got to Praxus things suddenly (and to him, quite inexplicably) became more difficult. This place had a completely different attitude and protocol to what he was used to. And Suli wasn't quite the "dynamite Roboticide Investigator" he'd had in mind.
"I take it you know where we can find Highridge's room," he remarks with folded arms as Suli lumbers into the precariously creaking and jolting elevator.
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Post by Suli on Sept 21, 2010 14:47:58 GMT -5
"Seven seven three. Seventh floor," Suli sneers as the door slides shut, leaving the two dearest of friends alone in the elevator. There's even music! "Unless you've somehow forgotten how floor numbers work. Did you trade that skill in for the ability to be incompetant?"
Yeah, about that dynamite roboticide investigator? Suli saw to it that he'd been placed well away from Vora's wandering attention. So the kid gets the old hag and some of the Big Scary Predacon staff members instead, which gives the harpy some peace of mind. It would only last until Vora replaced them, but heaven until then.
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Post by Vora on Sept 23, 2010 6:20:54 GMT -5
Vora scowls at Suli. "No, I traded it for caution as soon as I got here." Fragging elevator music!
It wasn't exactly the competency Vora was hoping would be "dynamite" when he met Suli. Needless to say, he was sorely disappointed. Probably best the old hag never found that out.
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Post by Suli on Sept 24, 2010 5:40:49 GMT -5
“Caution? You only know caution in regards to paperwork,” Suli mutters, eying the light that was threatening to gutter out on them. A moment later, it does exactly that, dying with an oddly deflated electric fizzle and plunging the elevator into darkness.
There’s still elevator music though! And the sound of the old machine threatening to fall apart as it continued to trundle and creak downwards. The building itself was just as old and half submerged in Cybertron’s crust. There were twenty floors altogether, but the tenth floor was the lobby floor, level with the streets outside. Downwards from that were the underground floors; the architects had taken advantage of the space left behind by a golden age building underneath the upper layer to cut costs. So technically, they were going underground. It also meant that the ‘ground’ floor was level with the underground streets of Praxus.
“There’s a connection to the metro station on the ninth floor,” the old hag notes somewhat bemusedly after turning her night vision on and peering at the brief list of floor descriptions.
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