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(Setting) Mimi's Icecream☆
| "If I weren't we wouldn't be here."
> She replied before stuffing a cap on the young catboomer's head. She'd then examine the girl's face while leaning over a little.
"Did the hair dye take well?"
| "Y-Yeah. I am not for sure about the color... I have never dyed it before"
|
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| >as you two step into the store, your immediately greeted to the over-the-top star decor. The walls are violet with yellow and light blue stars. Everything is star shaped, from the overhead light blue and yellow lights, down to the napkins.
"Welcome to Mimi's! Our Ice cream is out of this world!"
>The girl at the front counter declared enthusiastically. She had short black hair with blue and yellow star clips.
| >she had on a plain black collored shirt and frilly skirt with a white apron, decorated with a light blue and yellow star print.
|
| >A girl steps off a sportsbike at a nearby parking space. She wore a white dress shirt with a bright green skirt and had long, straight cut white hair. She seemed as though she was dressed for a date at the park. Though a bit too tall to match her outfit.
>She walks over to the counter
| >From behind a corner, Cain approaches the ice-cream store.
"Is this the place? This better be worthwhile, Aelid."
>Cain mutters to herself, as she enters the ice cream store.
| "What can I do for you today?"
>The menu consists of several different flavors all with galaxy themed names: Strawberry Starburst, Peach Nebula, Blueberry Galaxy, Starberry, Vanilla Comet, Chocolate Meteor, Cookie Moon, Cookie Dough Starshower, Peanut Butter Orbit. They also have a special called a Star Shower sundee where you can pick any ice cream flavor and get it with cut bananas, Chocolate syrup and Star sprinkles.
| (I ment a sparkle star sundee darn phone keeps changing things on me)
|
| >Cain straightens out of her grumble, approaching the counter.
"Hi~ Can I get the Sparkle Star Sundee, with peanut butter Orbit please~"
| "No problem! Coming right up!"
>After a few moments, the cashier produced a Sunday with light brown ice cream, banana pieces throughout with hot fudge all on top with yellow and blue star sprinkles.
| "Everything that I ever need. How much will that be?"
| (still have no grip on the currency >3>)
"Oh just about 50"
| "Here~"
>Cain hands the money, and sits down at a table.
| >a strange penguin creature comes with eyes sparkling and drool all over the beak
Dood, I want two of the same as that other person please
| >The white haired girl steps up to the counter
"Mint...Just Mint"
>She whispers coldly, Her tone and expression bitingly frigid.
| >The girl prepares two sundaes for the penguin
"100 please"
>She turned to the white haired girl.
"I do have mint... actual just got it in. I haven't put it out yet because I have not came up with a name for it yet. Just give me one second to get it from the back"
| >simply*
| >after a fe
| Here's the money dood
| (really now phone?)
| >after a few moments she comes back with a big tub of ice cream.
"would you like a cone, bowl, or would you like to try our Sparkle Star Sundee today?"
>The girl accepts the money and passes the Ice cream.
"Thank you!"
| No dood, thank YOU
>the prinny starts gulping down the ice cream as if he hadn't eaten in days
| >>139054
"...Sundee"
>The girl replies, frigid expression unchanging as she hands the cashier a credit card
| "Okay! One Sparkle Star coming up!"
>The girl puts together the sundee before charging her card
| >The girl gently pushes some napkins towards the prinny
| "...thank you"
>The girl takes back her card and picks up her sundee, the mint green amusingly matching her skirt
>She glances at the penguin, her eyes remain narrow and icy but she gives a faint smile before walking off to a table
| >>136618
"It looks fine, Rosa."
> The woman assured before wandering over near the mint haired girl. She paused to look over at her with a generally expressionless visage before going on to order her ice cream.
"I'll have the Strawberry Starburst...Actually do you have anything with alcohol mixed in? Oh I'll be paying for whatever this one wants."
>She says as she places a hand on the young looking boomer next to her.
"Ignore her if she disagrees."
| >Cain sees The bandages, and the smol size of the cat boomer.
"Is that you Tuna?"
| >a wide grin spreads over the cashier's face
"I have a small personal collection of alcohol in the back. I'm sure I could do something for you"
>The girl puffs out her cheeks "I'll take a Cookie Dough Starshower Sparkle Star sundee"
>She turns to Cain
"Maybe..."
| >>139133
> Dark ringed blue eyes slipped over to the woman near her speaking of 'Tuna'. Naturally suspicious she lifts her chin and lowers her eye lids. Her passive expression almost looking accusatory.
"Who's asking?"
>Just in time Aleid stepped in from behind Cain and she slipped an arm around the woman's shoulders with a chuckle.
"This one's a friend. Your 'buddy' and I work with her at the gallery."
| >>137951
>Aleid paused...
"Wait...What do you mean 'it better be worth it'? OF COURSE IT'S WORTH IT! IT'S ICECREAM, WOMAN!"
| "Yeah, Cain basically pulled the bullets out of me... kinda owe her a shirt.."
| >>139142
"Jeez ok, ok. It's worth it. See? I'm enjoying my Sundee."
>>139144
"So how is that shoulder, Tuna?"
>Cain points to the shoulder with her spoon.
| "Doing better. Still achy abit but its healing nicely" Tuna adverted her eyes
| >The white haired girl sits at a table in the corner cold as ever. Resting her head in one hand, taking scoops of mint in the other. She sits observing the weird penguin thing
| > The dark ringed, blue eyed woman hummed softly and sized Cain up.
"Oh. You're the one who did the initial medical work. I finished it...so it should be healing up fine. Is it, Rosa?"
> Aleid grinned and learned toward the cashier.
"Soooo...about them alcohol flavored ice cream things~. Can I get a sparkle star icecream float? I feel like that's gonna be amaaaazing~. "
> The suitwearing woman paused and glanced up at Cain.
"Hey. What ever happened to that weird lilim-like-thing?"
| >>139157
"Don't call me that i-in front of people"
>Tuna went red
"I-it's healing fine t-thanks to everyone. I can m-move it w-without it h-hurting too much"
| "I found the original manufacturer, through some backwater channels. It's a eastern bloc company, and that was their prototype... I think. Something to do with a lack of human? The translation was vauge."
>Cain waves away the topic.
"It doesn't matter, they picked it up, and got billed for damages."
| >>139158
"I refuse to refer to you as something that comes out of a can. Come up with another alias."
> The woman countered.
| >>139161
"My alias I was given by my friendly ex-employers was Tiger Lily. You still said you would not say it in public..."
>Tuna pouted, her face still red
| >>139164
"Very well. I won't call you 'Rosa' in public. I apologize."
> The woman stares up at the ceiling.
"Tiger Lily?"
> She immediately looks dissatisfied.
"Any others?"
>Meanwhile Aleid continued on with the cashier.
"Uhhhh...Hm. What would you suggest for my float? I don't really want anything strong because I gotta work after this. Unless of course Cain wants my NanoCamo wear designs to include rocket boosters. Heh heh~!"
| "Rocket boosters... Maybe..."
>Cain thinks to herself, absorbed by the idea.
| >>139167
"I d-don't want everyone knowing!"
>Tuna whined
>>139170
"Why are you being so picky"
>Tuna puffed out her cheeks
>>139170
"Well I have some coconut rum. Always goes good with soda. I could through in some peach nebula and you would have one tropical float"
| >>139188
"Tell me. If you liked someone wouldn't you take pride in naming them? It's simple. I just won't accept a terrible or halfassed name for you. Is that so unreasonable?"
> The blue eyed woman turned to look to the cashier.
"Strawberry Starburst with red wine. I don't care what kind."
>Alied on the other hand...
>>139172
"Wait you'd actually let me?! That'd be awesome! Man I'm gonna enjoy working for you. Hehehe~. Ah! Yeah I'd like that. Coconutrum mixed in then!"
| >>139199
"No one who has ever given a shit about me has named me. a name is just a name"
>>139199
"Coming right up!"
>After a few moments the cashier came back with both ice creams
| "Don't talk about that!!"
>Tuna turned bright red
"No one ever needs to know! Never. Fucking. Ever!"
| >The white haired girl sits at a corner, resting her chin in her palm on the table looking as if she's waiting for someone. She finally takes her phone out and quietly makes a call.
/15 minutes to the meeting time, Don't forget the package. And note, refer to me as Farenheit and make no indication of who I am or my connection to my employers/
| >After only 5 minutes, in comes A bandaged man, who upon walking in and seeing everyone, makes a shit eating grin, while looking at the white haired girl. His sits down at her table.
"Miss 'Unfairhit' how's the trash picking job?"
| >Tuna's head snapped over the the bandaged man. Her expression immediately changing to a death glare.
"Get. The fuck over here. Right now."
| >The girl smiles in amusement and quips back
"Easy, the trash comes to me~"
| "Fucking call me trash again. see what happens."
>Tuna's glare intensifies
"I'm not repeating myself AM. Over here. now."
| >>139779
>AM pulls a candy wrapper from his pocket, and tosses it at the white haired girl.
"Well there you go."
>>139778
>AM takes a few steps forward to get a closer look at Tuna
"Jesus, is that you Tuna?"
>AM doesn't come closer, cautious of what Tuna will do.
| "Yes its me... I dyed my hair..."
>Tuna's glare softens slightly, you notice her hair is now a pale purple.
| >The white haired girl's frigid expression melts upon seeing AM, she notices the girl glaring at him and puts a hand over her mouth expressing worry
"Who's that girl?"
>She asks innocently
| >AM pulls out some paper out of his bag, crumples it, and throws it at The white haired girl, while talking to her.
"Don't you know her Ferris? Or should I say Fenrir?"
>He turns to Tuna
"It's a pretty good hair due job. Oh and what happened to your shoulder?"
| >Tuna's glare intensifies once again. Her hand gliding over to her holster
"I. got. shot. multiple times."
| >The girl starts tearing up, looking utterly hurt, dejected.
"You said you'd come to see me. Why are you acting so mean"
| "FUCK YOU IM TALKING TO AM"
>Tuna shouts at Ferris
"Anyway you have some shit to answer for you dick"
>Tuna steps towards him
| >AM now begins crumbling up paperwork from his bag, throwing it at the white haired girl.
"Stop lying. You hate my guts."
>>139793
>AM notices where Tuna's hand is hovering, he slowly makes steps towards Tuna.
"Oof, what happened?"
| >The girl is completely shocked by getting shouted at, she loses composure and starts crying a bit
"I always knew you were mean. But I never thought it'd be like this"
>She turns around and leaves back to her table to console herself with ice cream
| >Tuna is then instantly in front of AM and proceeds to back hand him hard in the face.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT HAPPENED WE HAD THIS WHOLE FUCKING CONVERSATION ALREADY. YOU SHOULD AT LEAST REMEMBER THAT AFTER YOU FICKING DITCHED ME. WHY THE FUCK DID YOU FUCKING DITCH ME YOU ASS. FUCKING JUST LEFT ME THERE!"
| (lol FICKING xDDD I ment fucking)
| >AM feels the sting, but keeps composed, and uses his hand to push and keep smol Tuna back out of hitting distance.
"Can't let a kid follow me to dangerous places, can I? I 'ditched' you because it was safer that way."
| >>139799
"Oh,. And I'm mean to you because I'm still pissed about my heart, the therapist interuption, and for 'Fenrir' too."
| "I'M A FUCKING ADULT. IT'S MY CHOICE TO PUT MYSELF INTO DANGER. HOW COULD YOU JUST FUCKING DITCH ME. DITCHING IS WHAT FUCKING COWARDS DO. YOU WEREN'T GIVING ANY SHITS ABOUT ME WHEN YOU LEFT ME ON THE STREET"
>Tuna was pushing back hard against AM, livid and tearing up alittle. It was taking AM considerable effort to hold her back
| >AM sighs as he thinks of what to say.
"Well, I guess you are right. I'm sorry I left you behind."
>He stops pushing her away, but recognises Cain, sitting at the table.
| >Tuna back hands him lightly before going to pout behind the women she had came in with.
| "I guess you can't win them all..."
>AM mutters as he walks over to the white haired girl.
"You can pick up the 'package' at the gallery."
>AM leaves out the door, cigarilo already in in his mouth.
| >The white haired girl, still sobbing. Walks back up to AM and punches him solidly in the face
"WITH A LITTLE GIRL?!?! AND NOW YOU'RE LOOKING AT ANOTHER ONE?!. YOU ARE SICK, DISGUSTING. just leaving girls like around like this and that. You're absolutely disgusting"
>She says before marching off into the parking lot
| >Tuna watches him leave her cheeks puffed out. She almost looks like she is about to say something but resists.
>>139816
>Tuna just watches this dumb founded
| "ah fuck. My god damn cigarillo."
>AM holds his face.
"It fucking hurts..."
>He walks over to the parking lot, looking for the white haired girl, to scould her.
| "heh that felt nice"
>In the parking lot out of the other's sight she sits on her motorcycle, looking her dress over with a feeling of finality.
| >Relishing getting to punch AM in the face
| >AM finds her and throws a pebble at her bike, scratching the paint, before fucking in to an alleyway.
"My god damn nose..."
| (Really phone? Fucking -> ducking)
| /sit your ass down right there/
>She speaks out of AM's radio, A cheery barely masks malevolence
| >cheery tone barely masks...***
| > 'Tuna' would find the woman gazing at her half lit the entire exchange. The woman just simply couldn't believe her ears and the reactions that followed. She'd did her best to get Rosa's hair just right and she goes around throwing around who she is and her connections. It was enough to make her heave a heavy sigh.
" Why do I bother? "
> Eventually she heavily rests her hand on the boomer's head.
| /Noooope./
>AM runs further down the alleyway, smile on his face, blood dripping out of his nose.
| >the shock collar activates mercilessly
| /gjsjcjsnfuckyoudjdixjsjaoanduvj/
>AM drops to the ground, but steadily gets up and keeps going.
| >The voltage increases, climning up slowly, halfway approaching dangerous levels
/You know. When you piss me off by being a disrespectful asshole void of the least bits of decencies. You break the carefully constructed illusion i have of you/
/The illusion that makes me believe that maybe, your life is worth keeping. That maybe, you can make up for all the pain, suffering and loss you've caused. That maybe, you can be used to save more lives than you've destroyed/
| /make no mistake. I didn't forget. We didn't forget. Maybe I'm taking it personally. But as time goes on your proving yourself to not be worth the effort. There was this little glimmer of hope that maybe you'd be able to make up for it. You're proving that to be a lie/
>Ferris disappears from the ice cream parlor, speaking with a murderous tone.
/I may not bring up hostility, but understand that I absolutely, burningly hate you.Iwatched the rookies I recruited die.Rightbeforemyeyes
| /you were under suspicion. With overwhelming evidence. There was chance for redemption. But your squandering that away. You really dont love life do you?/
| /You c-could never t-t-take a joke c-c-can you? You s-should prob-b-ably check your b-bike./
>If you look at the bike, or near it, you see the pebble that was throws fizz away, just like the scratch on the bike does. All that is left behind is a small, circle-shaped device, a holo-graphic projector.
/Ha. Haha./
| >>139877
/Its not about the bike. It's the blatant lack of respect that reminded me of how much of a piece of human trash you are beyond what you've done. Mistake or otherwise./
>Ferris heaves a long sigh, calming herself down as the shock collar stops on turn
| /I've met with the white collars. With Your fucked up documents. The difficulty of keeping you on a leash. The looming threat of the yellow king setting you loose, as well as your likelihood of turning on us as a highly dangerous threat, and some personal opinons among the department. we were just waiting on the psychological tests to see if you were salvageable/
/Remind me why it'd be worth keeping you alive./
| /Lack of respect? I got you the Fans on a plate, and you punch me in the face. If you think I don't want to redeem myself, then you are wrong. I've got my appointments for psych, and yellow king seems like a deal too good./
>AM turns around and begins heading towards the parking lot.
| "I have more than a few reasons to punch you in the face"
>Ferris seethes a little. AM seemed to excuse being a snide prick and being difficult to work with half the time and it often pulled at her patience to work with him. She thinks about how he can be quite a prick. Shallow compared to the pains of the wreck that was the safezone effort. An incredibly stupid move for sure. But at the back of her head she always knew more of the blame should have rested on Crayco.
| >she breathes a long sigh to move on from her anger and ask a simple question
"For what reason do you think we're put in this situation"
| >AM stares directly at her, as if he is going to say something big.
"I fucked up, and you have to handle the mess. If you pull through, you are redeemed in the eyes of the GCPD.
So I get it, if it's personal.
I get the fact that you lost your squad-mates and recruits.
I get the fact that I've completely ruined dozens, if not hundreds of lives.
So here I stand, I could have killed myself over guilt, over shame, but I stand. I want redemption, I want to help."
| >Ferris is taken aback, her eyes water, this time genuine.
"I..."
>Maybe she's easy to convince, maybe she's too soft, maybe there was something that hit a bit close to her heart. But either way she seems like she's having difficulty finding words, but she whispers with a bit of longing in her voice
"Then maybe someday, we'll make up for our mistakes. And return from being cast out"
| >she whispers to herself as much as to AM
| >AM notices the tears well
"But. I need something to do. Redemption does not come to those who wait, Ferris."
>AM waits on her, hands in pockets.
| >She takes a second to fix up her face, before starting to walk back into the direction of the ice cream shop
"I got drugged last night, killer headache so I'd like some more ice cream. Besides, it's not just me that you need to make peace with"
| "Yeah, you look like shit. Maybe some mint with chocolate chip?"
>AM jokes, as he comes back in to the ice cream shop.
"Does anyone have some tissues? We kinda had to sort something out."
| "You wanna know the story of how I got this dress. Same one where I got drugged"
>She tries to lay low a bit. Embarassed that she messed around while on a fake Identity and got found out.
| "A story and ice-cream? Guess today is going to be a great day."
>AM says to Ferris, as he walks over to the counter, holding his nose.
"You guys got a bathroom? I need to blow my nose."
| "Besides getting slapped, punched in the face and tazed to all shit?"
>She jokes at AM's sudden optimism
"Mint. ...Please."
| >she tells the cashier, still not quite having read the menu
| "Yeah. Its been such a shit day that it's funny."
>AM says. While holding his bleeding nose.
"I'll have... Mint. If you have it. And some tissues."
| >The Cashier hands over some mint icecream and tissues
>Tuna is looking at the ground, unable to meet anyone's gaze
| >AM covers his nose using one of the tissues, pocketing the rest.
"Ah, Can I also get some chocolate chips on that, please?"
>AM looks over his shoulder at Tuna.
| "Sure!"
>The Cashier digs around and finally produces a bottle of chocolate chips which she shakes onto the icecream
>Tuna was crying alittle and was doing her best to hide it
| "Ah fuck..."
>AM feels bad for Tuna...
"My fucking nose."
>But he can't show how bad he feels.
"Do you know which way the toilet is?"
>He asks Mimi.
| "Its just around the corner"
>She points to the door a few feet away from her
| "You really have a way of making girls cry~"
>Ferris teases AM along with a nudge with her elbow.
>She hands the cashier her card for charge before taking it back and quietly heading to an empty table. She sits back to watch what'll happen next
| "excuse me, vendor of treats, might I ask what you have to off"
>the stranger takes off his coat and folds it over his arm.
| >>140126
"Shadaup. You have a great way of breaking noses."
>He says with a smile.
>>140125
"Thanks."
>AM goes to the bathroom
| (um. what. im sorry that sentence makes no sense to me I have no clue what he is asking)
| "forgive me, I'm rather exhausted, I just need something to pick me up"
>catching himself from a near fall, he rights himself and stands.
| "Well We carry many flavors of ice cream. just let me know what I can do for you"
| "what would you recommend?"
>he props himself up on the counter, wiping his forehead with a handkerchief, fished from his back pocket.
| "Well personally Cookie moon is my favorite. It's cookie bits mixed in vanilla ice cream. You can get it as a Sparkle Star Sundee and get it fixed up with sprinkles, hot fudge, and bananas"
>Mimi smiled brightly
| "do you have anything with more of a... bite by any chance?"
| "Oh? Do you mean with alchohol? Sure been getting that request alot. yeah I can mix some in what would you prefer?"
| >You hear a crunch from the bathroom
"AHHH FUCK!"
"I'm OK!"
>About a minute later, you see AM come out of the bathroom, with fresh bandages.
"Sorry about that..."
| "that would be wonderful"
>he looks around the room and turns back with a weak smile.
"surprise me"
| >after a few moments, Mimi comes back with the icecream. It's similar to Aelid's except its made purely with rum no soda.
| "thank you, how much will that be?"
| "Don't worry about it. You look pretty banged up anyway. I would feel bad about charging you"
| "don't worry about me, ill be fine."
>he takes the cone and turns towards the door and keels over almost instantly. The effect was somewhat like watching a glacier slide down a cliff.
| "Woah there chuck are you ok?"
>Ferris heads over from nearby to pick the man off the floor
| "I'm absolutely fine but thank you for your concern."
> He manages to wobble to one knee, scraping whats left of his delicious cream back into a shattered cone. The events the day slowly unfolding in-front of him melting away into the floor.
| "I'll pay for the Mints and the float."
>AM returns to the counter. He looks over to the fallen man, looking for any guns.
| "We could call an ambulance. or at least a cab"
>Ferris suggests, kneeling next to the man.
| He catches their glance and pulls out Sweet Amanda.
"I can assure you that my my friend is not loaded."
> He cracks the cylinder, the shells toll like a Sunday cathedral as they clatter to the ground.
| >Ferris pauses to think, The man most likely got shot up. And a normal civilian would've called an ambulance by then. So this man is either avoiding investigations that go with gunshot injuries. Or doesn't have insurance...
| "Whoa friendo, easy with that."
>AM holds one of his hands out, and one on his gun, he looks at Ferris for advice.
| > The stranger smiles and tosses his pistol to AM. Wincing with the effort, he lowers himself into a chair.
| "So... An ambulance?"
>Ferris pushes her suggestion
| >AM Picks up the gun, looking at it closely.
| "that will not be needed, I am Detective Inspector Ishmael, and require your cooperation for a case"
> He reaches into his coat and pulls out his badge, batter and bloodied he cleans it off with a sleeve.
| "Do you have a Badge?"
>Ferris asks mechanically
| "Is that any way to address a superior officer Sargent?"
| "Lieutenant. A step up I'm afraid"
>Ferris giggles a little with self satisfaction
"Identification and confirmation are always good procedure"
| >Her tone switches into cold formality
| (Woops sorry i didnt read that he pulled out a badge. My bad)
| "well indeed they are."
> Ishmael tries to stand and gives up, slumping down again.
"I'm here on behalf of internal affairs and require cooperation from all departments"
| >Ferris in turn pulls out a badge from a purse she was carrying
"Lieutenant Ryshlayevskaya. Special Weapons and Tactics 3rd platoon
| "Detail the operation"
| "Let me make you another Ice cream sir. eatting somethong off the ground can't be good for you"
>Tuna tried to blend in behind her companion. Not liking there were now two cops in the room
| >AM begins to walk away from the officers,leaving the gun behind, over to Tuna's Companion.
"Can I talk to Tuna? Or is she going to keep hiding like a child?"
| "wonderful, excellent, fantastic I think. Right now I could do with some medicinal aid. But this is a strictly internal affair, and now that I have your trust, I would like my revolver back.
> He turns to AnoMeat and holds out his hand. Fingers curled in anticipation
| "Shuuuussshh Don't bring attention to me there is litterally two cops in here"
>Tuna angrily whispered
"How many people you gonna let know I'm here?"
| "Also I'm an adult"
| >>140194
"I left it near you."
>>140197
"Adults don't hide behind people."
>AM sighs.
"Look. We need to talk."
| "fear not, I'm looking for someone, else but this is a... police affair."
> He presses his hand to his flank and sighs.
| "What does the operation entail Inspector. And why exactly do you need our specific assistance in coming here"
>Ferris continues while speed dialing an ambulance.
| "I'm blending. What do you want?"
| "Word on the street is that a young child of indeterminate features has been through this area, I was wondering if anyone else had seen them. And i would put away that phone, this is a police affair."
| "Very well. If you can deal without professional medical assistance"
>Ferris puts her phone back into her purse. If the Inspector wanted an ambulance, he would've called on by then
"Indeterminate features? So would the target have documents for profile? We can't interrogate every child we come across Inspector"
| "well that is the only description I have been given: short grey hair about 5 feet tall, moves erratically and eerily quiet."
> He reaches back into his coat pulling out a fistful of pills, jamming them into his maw he grimaces and swallows.
"all i need is a little patching up and ill get going, but another cone would be nice."
| "Can't say I've seen anything. What's the reason for the search? Is this on the Department's Information Board?"
| >Mimi hands him another Ice cream
| "thank you"
| "this is a need to know matter, I'm not sure of some of why we need to grab them but apparently its important and classified"
| >>140203
"I've decided to help. And I'm sorry for ditching you. And do we have to talk around your friend?"
| "Help with what? I have forgiven already okay... and im not coming out with the cops here unless she tells me too. too many cops. one is too many."
| >Ferris nods quietly in understanding of the case's classified status.
"Has the information necessary for search been disseminated to the patrol officers?"
| "Plus if the GCPD slut calls me trash one more time... I Don't know of I can restrain myself"
Tuna whispered quietly enough so that only AM and her friend could hear her.
|
| "Apparently not. According to the Chief, So far, you and I are the only one's below the R and D team who know anything about this."
> He reaches into his coat and pulls out a cigar, glancing over at Mimi ready to light it, eyebrow; grey and Caterpillar like, cocked questioningly.
| "Easy Tuna, she never called you trash, it was me who was called trash, seeing as how I was throwing it at her. Your friend Peter explained everything. I'll see you later, without the cops."
>AM turns away, seeing that Tuna is too spooked to talk.
"Soo~ Officers, What's the down low?"
| >Tuna just looks at him oddly
| "well to put it simply, I'm looking for a... friend, and it's rather need to know."
> Ishmael takes a long drag and exhales slowly, grey blue smoke begins to fill the room, the sharp smell of smoke mingling with the sickly sweet creams.
| >>140234
"That's... Interesting. Any specific reason why I was picked for a closed op?"
>Her cold formality in handling professional matters makes a strange mismatch with her current attire, and the hysterical way she was acting earlier.
"Sorry AM. Classified Affairs"
| "Well. I'll be over there..."
>AM points to a table
"...Waiting for that story about the dress"
>He goes to sit down at that table.
| "well, you happened to be the first officer I happened to run into, and in my current state i don't think I can keep the chase up. All we need to do is find out where they went and bring em back to the station, alive preferably."
> He grabs his cigar in teeth clenched and begins to load his pistol. The sound of shells sliding home cuts through the quiet, like chiselling stone.
| >Ferris' suspicion is raised at some mismatches in information. Why would the information not be disseminated to the rest of the department on case of being a classified matter, while being approached to participate simply by virtue of being run into.
"I trust this is an official matter. And will receive documentations from the chief of investigations affirming the directive."
| (Signed by the chief*)
| "Well you would struggle to find a matter more official and as far as truth goes..."
> He shifts his coat aside, showing the rend in his stab-proof and the gaping wound in his abdomen, recruiting you is a necessity.
"if they get any further then ill lose the trail but I don't need any other departments slowing me down or getting involved. The paperwork can come later, but for now we have a job that needs doing."
| "You have my cooperation"
>She nods to end the topic with a formal finality
"I seriously suggest you get an ambulance though"
>She says with an amount of worry seeing a gaping wound outright
| (Going to sleep, will pick this up tomorrow)
| "nonsense, all I need as a little puncture repair and ill be fine"
>whips round to Mimi grinning manically.
"you wouldn't happen to have any medical supplies here would you?"
| "I do keep a first aid kit...."
>She sets it up on the counter
"I do suggest going to a doctor though sir"
| "I assure you, Ill be fine in a minuet, just gotta cover the wound"
> He begins to bandage himself, quickly and without finesse.
| "That needs way more stitches and Quik Clot to heal up well."
>AM comments on the man's patchwork
| "nah, I've suffered worse and recovered"
> he raises is pistol and beckons back into the shop.
"With my authority and for those who are willing I deem you all as special constables, Come friends, the game is afoot!"
> With a new infused glee he grins and strides towards the door. Boots crunching across the floor in a fast grumble.
| "Crazy old man... wait..."
>AM comments, after some self reflection.
| >Tuna starts snickering
| >A small girl, looking about 10 years old, in a sundress enters the store. Her long ponytail swings from one side to another as she looks around looking dor something. Her face lights up as she notices AM, and she runs towards him.
"Mr.Tired-Looking-Homeless-Man-with-bandages!"
>She quickly approaches the man, holding a small metal tube with a note on it.
"They said you will buy me an icecream if I give you this!" >She declares happily with a grin as she offers the thing to AM.
| "If I die, I die."
>AM mutters under his breath.
"I guess I owe you an ice-cream."
>AM walks over to the cashier, taking a quick look at the note.
| >Tuna just looks between this girl.and AM. She is beginning to see a pattern...
| >AM states daggers at Tuna, Implicating that they should probably go for cover.
| >>140391
>Note reads: "As I promised, although I'm sorry for not doing this in person. You have a day to consult a lawyer. Buy little trooper an ice cream.
>Truly yours.
>P.S. Tell officer Ryshlayevskaya to send my regards to that lovely cyber-dragon lady."
"I want Blueberry Galaxy!"
>Little girl announced and her grin became even wider then before.
| >Tuna raises an eyebrow and moves completely behind her companion
>The Cashier smiles and happily makes and serves the icecream
| >AM motions for Tuna to relax. And steps out of the shop to take a closer look at the metal tube.
| >The girl's eyes widened, and she dug into her icecream, sounding like the happiest person in the world and no longer paying attention to anyone else around.
>>140416
>You look at the tube and notice, that it has a small metal cup on one of it's ends.
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>>140423
>AM takes further steps away from the shop, while unscrewing the metal cup.
| >>140438
>You unscrew the cup, and it easily comes off. You see a folded paper inside the tube. There is a text on the inner side of the cup. Text says: "READ SOMEWHERE SAFE".
| "Huh."
>AM screws the cap back on, and puts the tube in his bag. He heads back inside the shop, to where he was sitting, as if nothing happened.
| >Tuna just looks at him, confused and weirded out
| >AM turns and stares thru Tuna, trying to convey as to how weird and shit his week has been.
| >Meanwhile the girl devastated the remains of her ice cream, and ran out the shop, saying "Thanks for the ice cream!" As she passed AM.
>Once outside the shop, she quickly vanished in the streets.
| >Tuna glances back between him and the weird girl trying to ask if he just collects loli's in sundresses now
| >Tuna sighs. Weird shit just seems to follow AM around
| >AM turns his head back to his ice cream, now half melted.
"Fuck today."
>He mutters under his breath.
| >He spills a bit of the melted ice cream on himself, and goes to the toilet, where he opens and reads the contents of metal tube, while cleaning himself.
| >Tuna looks at him sympathetically as he walks to the bathroom
| >>140488
>You read what appears to be a contract on a position of a head of research detachment at K-TRAN corporation. It lists rights and obligations of both parties, nothing too unusual except for what you have discussed with a weird boy couple days ago. However, every field containing your name or pay is blank, as if it is yet to be written in. The field where you would leave your sign is glued over with a small red piece of silicon.
| "Fuck. FUUUUUUUUUCK."
>AM shouts to himself in the toilet, before putting away the contract back in to the tube.
| >AM finishes cleaning up his spill, and returns to his table, pretending nothing happened.
| >The sound of an emptying cylinder cracks across can be heard far off in the distance. Shouting and distant crumbling and screeches interject this staccato of cracks. Manic laughter is caught like a scent on the breeze and fades quickly.
| (god I'm bad at proofreading)
| >>140722
(I mean would the operator have caught footage of the contract with the way it was held or positioned. Though at the very least he would've reported suspicion of its contents)
| (The operator that watches the Cams placed on AM's collar)
| (Oh. Yep. For sure, let me just reflect that.)
>AM puts his hands to his head, holding it. He is torn between going and staying, maybe for once he would stay? Or will he keep running?
| >Ismael appears at the door, bloodied and batter he grins, right eye swollen shut. Grey hair stained with concrete dust, splattered with gore.
"I think ive got them on the run, you didn't see them go by did you? left arm bent out of shape. Amanda clutched in white knuckled hands. coat tattered and torn.
| >Tuna proceeds to cling to her companion "Let's go... I Don't like where this is going... Cain... Aelid... wanna come with?" Tuna whispered as quietly as she can
| >AM stops his worry for a second to take a look at Ismael.
"What did you do? Go through a wood chipper?"
>>140751
>Cain takes her headphones out, finally done with her sundae. She takes a quick look, and decides.
"Yeah... Lets go."
| >Ishmael smiles again and coughs.
"you could say that, but ill ask again, did you see any of them go by, or indeed odd android recently?"
> feeling tension rise he slowly thumbs back the hammer of his revolver, broken and busted fingers twitching.
| >AM nervously watches the man cock his gun.
"No. No weird androids. You Crazy Ol- Ahem. No androids here."
|
>Cain begins to inch away, but puts her hand on her gun, ready to draw.
| "what the hell. You were gone like 15 minutes"
>Ferris says in alarmed amazement. She takes he phone back out to call anmbulance. Afterwards she fishes out a radio from her purse
"This is Lieutenant Rys. Gunshots and an injured officer at my location. Send backup and an incident briefing on the nearby security cams"
>Ferris didn't quite get the terms off the book right. But she understood the gists of it and worked with her usual martial manner.
| >Ismael's smile drops. he lowers his pistol wincing with the effort.
"regrettably young lady, I'm afraid I have grounds to choose not to believe you. You would be Cain would you not?"
| >Tuna had one hand on her friend and one hand on her gun.
| >>140766
(Can I get some radio info on what happened on the security cams regarding what happened?)
| (i would add a turns and looks at but im a scatterbrain)
| (We can make it work.)
"Are you OK old man?"
>AM approaches Ishmael, medical supplies in hand.
| "of course this seems to be a recurring incident. an injured and battered old man turning up at an ice-cream bar with progressively worse injuries."
>with whats left of a battered hand he reaches into the remains of a pocket and tosses a cracked screen to Ferris.
"take what you can from that footage, now if you will excuse me, I have an appointment with a blackout"
>and with that he keels over and passes out, Amanda skittering across the floor.
| >AM grabs the handgun, emptying all the bullets out of it, rendering it harmless.
"Ferris? Was I always like this?"
| "Well... That was anti-climatic... Well Let's go before the cops show up"
>Tuna tugs on her friend's wrist
| >the tape is unclear. The most that can be made out is a staggered and crackling conversation between two people. The first is slow and deep, presumed to be Ismael. THe next is higher in pitch and speaks quickly. The only audible word caught out from time to time is "Delta"
| >Ferris catches the PDA issued to all officers. She makes no move to admit that she didn't have hers at the moment. She pulls up her frilly skirt to take out a small Handgun concealed in her inner thigh and divides her attention between keeping a lookout and checking the footage.
>(So what happened)
>She motions for someone else to apply first aid
| >AM moves in to deal with first aid.
"So what the fuck is going on?"
| >Ismael laughs and slaps the floor. Howling with laughter he props himself up, tears streaming down his face. the picture of laughter.
| "you know whats the best part?"
>He pauses for breath between gales of laughter?
"Do you know what the best part is?"
| "Never seem to catch a break блять"
>An ambulance arrives to take Ishmael to a hospital alongside a pair of PD cruisers where pairs of uniformed police officers step out to investigate the situation
"I'll turn the case over to you sergeant"
>Ferris radios the officer in the distance, it's not that she was unwilling to help with the current case. But that she was supposed to be recovering from a previous op and therefore unfit for duty.
| >Ismael keeps chuckling to him self as he rises to his feet. The sound of loose bone sliding under skin just audible.
"The best part, ha... the best part is that they haven't moved... two days hiding in the blasted hole and no one can find them."
>pulling himself up on AM the laughter begins to subside.
| >Paramedics come in to rest Ishmael on stretcher and take him away.
Officer's scan the area around looking.
"издец"
>Ferris swears in frustration, her headache intensifying she radios the officer squad investigating
"Keep out the Icecream Parlor. There's no information of value to the case here. I'll submit a report in place of these people tomorrow."
>She slums back down into her seat to finish her ice cream. Trash on the floor, spilled blood and icecream.
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| >Somewhere just past the slums is a small ice cream parlor. The outside is painted white with yellow and light blue stars. A bright neon sign declares the place to be "Mimi's Icecream☆"
>walking towards the door is a small scruffy young girl, a cat boomer, with a bandage wrapped around her shoulder. following close behind is pretty young women with dreadlocks.
"Are y-you sure this is okay?"