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9/24/2015 2:45:17 AM
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[b]Stephenson's Apartment, Neo-Centra.[/b]
The detective stumbles into his darkened apartment, blind-drunk and distraught.
He thought he'd gotten over it all...
But now, of course, he hadn't.
Stephenson mixed himself another drink in his stupor, and set his gun on the coffee table.
Maybe it was time...
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[spoiler]Kek. Just ignore the Op!!![/spoiler] *Shiro looks up from her data-pad to notice Stephenson's condition* "Ugh... Looks like I'm babysitting again tonight."
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Stephenson looks over at her. [i]Shiroe... there's something I didn't tell you earlier. I didn't think I needed to. But...[/i] His hand inches toward the gun, then retracts. The detective is visibly shaking. [i]I think I have no choice. [/i]
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"Better give me that gun before you do though." *Suddenly before he can make a move Shiro has the gun in her hand, holstering it into one of her many pockets* "Now, what is it?"
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Edited by Ex PI: 9/25/2015 1:24:41 AMStephenson looks at her, then silently opens his wallet and passes Shiroe a old-style Polaroid of a dark-haired woman in a green dress, next to a smiling Stephenson, who is clad in a navy blue CPD dress uniform. They look incredibly young, and the youthful grin the detective sports in the picture is nothing like his pale, thin face of the present. The time stamp on the photograph reveals it was taken just three short years ago.
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*She takes it, then looks up, her face pale* "Oh shit. Oh [i]Shit[/i]."
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Edited by Ex PI: 9/26/2015 8:40:43 PMStephenson glances at her. [i]That is- [b]was[/b]- Evelyn. We were going to get married, three years ago today. The guy we've been after killed her. I figured I'd moved on, but- [/i] He chokes up.
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"Revenge mission. [i]Shit[/i]." *She backs up and collapses on the couch* "Please tell me we get paid for this."
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[i]Of course. You won't have to come. The CPD's got him trapped in a warehouse. I can get inside and finish this.[/i]
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"It's a trap. Most definitely a trap. That's how it works in the movies, or at least the ones a few.... I dunno, hundred years ago." *She shrugs* "What? My grandmother had some odd tastes, alright?"
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Stephenson gives her a blank stare. [i]I don't care if it's a trap. It's the only chance I'm going to get, and you aren't coming with me.[/i]
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"Like hell I ain't. You need somebody to keep you in control." *She stares back, unmoving*
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Stephenson turns to her, with a strange look in his eyes. His nose begins to bleed. [i]No. You're staying here. I'm not going to let you get hurt.[/i]
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"Get hurt? Me? You must be imagining things again." *She sits up*
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The detective is now rather obviously delirious. [i]No. No, no no. You don't understand. It's not safe out there. Not for anyone. I need to go. This has to end.[/i]
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"If it's not safe for anybody, than why are you going?" *She gets up, striding over to the door to lock it* "You are staying. Or we can go together. Your choice."
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Stephenson grows more irate. [i]NO![/i] He gestures in barely contained anger, as well as- fear? [i]You don't understand, I'm not going to lose you again![/i] As Shiroe begins to respond, Stephenson whirls, screaming. [i]I don't care, Evelyn! I can't let this happen again! I lo-![/i] He realizes what he's called her, and his eyes go wide. The detective collapses back into his chair, broken.
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[b]A relapse. He's having a relapse.[/b] [i]Shit. Not good. Not good at all.[/i] [u]Even to me, this is crazy....[/u] *Shiro stares at him, silent*
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Stephenson sobs weakly. [i]I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry...[/i] He seems to have completely lost his mind, and then he stares up at Shiroe. [i]I- It's just- why?[/i] Then the glass of the next apartment over breaks.
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"Pull yourself together. Let's get out of here." *She suddenly slams the bolt shut on the door, hauling Stephenson out of his chair* "We got hostiles inbound and I am going to need some help." *She pulls out her pistol and the one she took from Stephenson, checking both before heading over towards the second half of the apartment*
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There is a sort of tuneless humming, from the next room. Peeking around the doorframe, you can see a hulking man literally sniffing around the room, lifting up objects seemingly unaided. The Psion turns toward the open door and addresses it, as if he can see Shiroe. [b]Well, now, you should stop hiding! I see that you're the little knight's replacement for his fair lady. Allow me to break you both to little pieces.[/b] He lifts some sort of plasma caster, probably stolen, or homebuilt. It begins to charge up. [b]You see, my name is the Werewolf.[/b]
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"Well shit." [b]Combat STIMS entering system. Begin combat analysis.[/b] *She jumps back from the door as she fires both pistols at the canister. She lands in a roll and grabs Stephenson on her way to the window* "We're taking a shortcut!!" *She tosses him out, onto the fire escape and turns back to the kitchen*
