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toucant Yess omg. I can see Octavia totally doting on Gio and taking care of her lil brother, despite the fact he's all grown lol. It's also adorable that they're such warm and friendly people!! The sweet siblings!
Also, let me just say that Octavia would be TOTALLY trusting of Ilium and she'd most likely fall for his mask, oops. She'd also be deeply intimidated by Valentine!
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toucant yes!! they will be the sweet siblings (tm). and i noticed that too! i didn't intend for it to happen at all and i realized it until later. works out well :)
pines yooooo ilium's opinions are so deep and intriguing! this was super fun to read. i can totally work with octavia trying to learn how to use a knife with ilium very reluctantly, but going along with it anyway bc she thinks he's very innocent/just a good, pure boi. and him trying to get her to do insane shit... OOOOOOh... so much potential with their dynamic! Also, I can see Octavia really trying to befriend Ilium and all (hell, she tries to befriend everyone) and being really confused as to why he seems to want to avoid her lol.
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I can see Octavia developing a crush on Del? She’d admire her accomplishments and find her to be super attractive. Just really respects how she’s “get shit done” and hella smart.
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Loving all these opinions! They give me so much muse and many ideas lol. I'll have Octavia's up tonight.
wrenn !!! The peace offer medical supplies, lol. I love their existing dynamic! Octavia would be relieved that Val doesn't really bother her, though she would still definitely very scared of him. She'll probably feel calmer around him when he does offer medical supplies, and she'd still try to understand him (because she feels she owes everyone a modicum of understanding and compassion, at the very least) by asking him personal questions here and there. When Val does talk about violence/suggest violence, though, Octavia would pout and generally silently make known of her disapproval/distaste for it.
Arthur Morgan Aww, Octavia would definitely give Hellstone all the treats and pats. She loves animals, and dogs are definitely no exception! And she would take well to being protected by Santiago, lol. She'd admire him for his strength and his bravery + moral code. Octavia would also really look up to him. If she ever found out/finds out that she reminds Santiago of his AWOL husband, she'd feel heartbroken and try her best to cheer him up and support him.
cosmixs Hell yes! Can they be a thing, at least temporarily?
Octavia would definitely appreciate her sophistication and and dainty nature in addition to her competence. It'd d also be spicy should Octavia ever find out that Del ruined a few lives/isn't the most morally clean person out there. That would definitely make her feel conflicted about her feelings for Del and make her want to somehow change Del "for the better" because Octavia's like that lol. -
sen. Ahh, I got lost in the posts and totally missed Javier's reaction! I freaking love how deep and multi-layered Javier's thoughts and reasoning and regarding Octavia are! I love it. Octavia would probably just get quiet every time Javier gave her a scornful glance/bitter advice, lol. She'd be hurt and just really confused as to why he's treating her that way, but she'll chew on his "advice" for a long time. It'd probably really bother her and make her question literally everything, since his worldview is so wildly different from hers!
pines Yeah no if someone else is also going to give Octavia an existential crisis and question everything she knows, it's going to be Ilium as soon as he goes ham lmao.
cosmixs Oooh yes! TBH, despite being so selfless, a hidden goal of Octavia's is to get people to love her. My girl loves approval and affection, even though she doesn't consciously realize it herself. She wants to see if she can "break through," in a sense. In this case, she'd like to break through Del's calculating exterior.
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Octavia's opinions! Spent waaaay too long on this but had tons of fun with it. Curious to know what y'all think!
wrenn Valentine Bianchi - crime does pay, tbh
“Oh, Valentine? He’s… interesting, to say the least. He can honestly be a little harsh, and he says things I don’t necessarily agree with a lot, but he’s talented?”
- she flinches visibly every time Valentine pulls a gun or threatens anyone
- tries her best not to be super judgmental of everything Valentine does (as she does indeed disapprove of pretty much everything he does.) it doesn’t work super well, and she ends up getting frustrated with him most of the time
- nonetheless finds him to be very handsome and is fascinated by how someone so charismatic can also be so ruthless
- will silently weather most of his actions until someone innocent is going to get hurt. in that case, she’ll pull valentine aside and angrily/harshly tell him he shouldn’t be so sadistic. is she afraid of the repercussions for doing so? deeply, yes. but she’s decided it’s worth it if it means saving someone pain.
- will occasionally chime in (after summoning the courage to do so) and gently tell him that smoking isn’t good for his health
pines Ilium White - [redacted]
“Ilium’s sweet! Being around him reminds me of my time at Willow Creek Elementary; don’t tell him this, but he’s a little like the highly precocious children I worked with.”
- definitely fell for Ilium’s “masks” of friendliness and cheer + puppy-dog eyes
- sees him as a welcome departure from the death and gloom that pervades society; relieved that he’s part of the group
- tries her best to avoid obviously playing favorites when treating everyone’s wounds, but she’s secretly always the most concerned for ilium’s safety (only second to giovani, of course)
- mystified by the fact that ilium hardly sustains any wounds at all after a tough scuffle. how in the world could someone so soft and baby-like be so untouchable?
- if and when she sees ilium’s mask “crack,” she’s somewhat easily convinced that it wasn’t him who brutally murdered that poor person. struggles deeply with the mere concept that someone she trusted/liked so much could hide such a beast inside. very likely to fall into depression should ilium continue to brutally kill before her eyes
sen. Javier Alvarez - apathy is self care.
“He’s rude and doesn’t treat me very well. It’s possible that he had a difficult childhood, but should that be an excuse?”
- as much as she tries to hide it, she gets red-faced whenever he looks at her with scorn and offers her “bitter advice”
- he gets under her skin the most because of his bluntness and rashness; more specifically, because he doesn’t obscure it (intentionally or not) beneath charisma or false kindness
- she’s figured out that he pities her and assumes that he’s really trying to help her out with his bitter advice. still doesn’t take to it very well and gives him the silent treatment a lot
- has burst into tears multiple times over him not because she’s hurt by his actions (well, that’s part of it), but because she’s frustrated with him
- will get petty back sometimes when she’s fed up with the bitter advice and scorn. will get excessively self-righteous and sarcastic towards him as a result.
- if they just sat down and talked about abstract matters/life together, she’d respect him a lot more
toucant Giovani Beckett - paint away the pain
“He’s definitely the biggest dork on this planet, but I love him. I’m grateful Gio’s still here… to be honest, I don’t know what I’d do if I lost my only brother.”
- she loves her little brother so much it’s ridiculous, and she takes her role as his older sister very seriously
- has a degree in creative writing + avid writer = they’re both siblings of the muse, and she’s giovani’s literary hypewoman. she’s super supportive of his journalism endeavors and his constant scribbling in his memo pad, even if it can be a little too much sometimes.
- however, she does get on him for being super anti-cop and being a ballsy investigative journalist. often tries to convince him that cops aren’t always bad and that they have their place in society. part of her does this because she’s worried that his attitude will get him into trouble
- becomes a complete and utter anxious mess every time he does get himself into a trouble/almost dies thanks to his investigations
- teases gio all the time with inside jokes from their childhood together. laughs and cries all the time around him when doing so. she misses the life they had growing up.
SpideyBoi Iris Foster - bite the bullet
“I wasn’t so sure of her at first, but Iris is actually really… nice? It just takes a while for her to warm up. I love telling stories by the campfire with her!”
- she’s figured out that iris loves to read, so she tries to get Iris to open up by talking about books and sharing novels whenever possible
- loves listening to iris’ scary stories by the campfire and adding on her own little plot twists
- honestly gets along pretty well with iris. deeply respects her physical prowess and her desire to protect those she cares about
- just wishes iris wasn’t so much of a martyr (hypocritically enough) and is concerned for her well-being
- stares at iris a lot because damn she’s so gorgeous and just everything she wishes she was
- vibes with her anti-drug stance tbh
Arthur Morgan Santiago Lovelock - law can’t save you
“I think Santiago’s the best of us. I truly believe he has a good heart… I just wish he wasn’t so hard on himself.”
- looks up to him for his bravery and his strict adherence to morality. she feels safe around him and views him as a sort of guardian figure, despite him being around her age
- happily spends time with him to share her medical knowledge so that he may fill out his notebook
- feels deeply connected to him on an emotional level. her heart breaks the most for him; she doesn’t know what happened to his husband, but she can just feel his pain looking at him.
- loves hellstone! always makes sure the good boi is doing well and is fed + loves it when he curls up to sleep next to her at night.
- literally the only person she doesn’t get rattled around when they throw hands/get pissed
cosmixs Cordelia Grieves - ok, “world leader”
“Del’s… Well, she’s quick as a whip and as sly as a fox. I can’t say I trust her completely, but I think I like her a lot. I’m still trying to figure out why I do.”
- intimidated by her coldness and charisma. Feels that she doesn’t have the greatest intentions, but not as terrified of her as she is of val + trusts her/believes in her nevertheless
- finds her iciness, austerity, and sophistication to be enigmatic, attractive, and inspiring; constantly guessing and making up stories in her head in an attempt to explain del
- deadass has incorporated a little bit of del into some of her poems because ~art~. Would rather die than ever have these poems discovered
- honestly has the fattest crush on del but doesn’t consciously recognize it. sweet octavia has not yet realized she is into older women and that del’s responsible for it
- will play on dusty, spider-covered and rotting pianos if it means making del smile bc she’s gay as hell
- vibes with the fact that neither of them can handle a gun
cosmixs Elijah Adair - this can’t be real
“I spent a little time thinking about what Eli said this morning, and I think that zombies do deserve rights. I wonder what he has to say about that. Probably something very well thought-out, I’d assume. ”
- they’re almost the same people. loves to discuss whether or not zombies deserve rights/other topics akin to that with him
- really wants to see his sketchbook. will try very hard to see it with his permission; tries to bribe him by showing him her poetry and writing
- despite them being so similar, has trouble connecting on a deeper level with him bc she’s so reserved and withdrawn herself. kind of awkward around him as a result
- not intimidated by him at all and likes to check in on he’s doing occasionally. she sees parts of herself in him and feels sorry that he has to go through all this at such a young age, but she’s taken note of his independence and tries not to pry
- thinks it’s actually kind of amusing when he tries to lie/twitches. will smile at him (not in a malicious way) kindly and just pretend to believe him.
Arthur Morgan YES YES YES to all of that! It breaks my heart, but I think it'd be very touching and add a ton to their dynamic. Octavia would totally just quietly sit with him as to respect his independence and stoic demeanor. She'd also feel happy (in a way) that being around Santi helps him even just a little. Octavia being Octavia, though, she might feel a little guilty about reminding Santi of his deceased husband.
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toucant omg... octavia would lose it. she'd just give up. she wouldn't want to partake in such a cruel world anymore. she'd cope by writing her heart out and sobbing an ocean
pines :) octavia cares about ilium so much, she truly think he's a fun and spontaneous person to be around and it makes her happy. even if he doesn't brutally kill in front of her, just glimpsing ilium's "true self" is enough to make her wildly question her understanding of other people. she'd probably not speak to him for a long time and avoid him
wrenn lmaooo, exactly. even when val doesn't know what to do about her/just leaves her alone, she's still spooked by him. confused as to why he's... confused about her, though lol!
and yes, octavia is a sweet queen who we stan!! i want to put her through tough times though and make her do things she hates :)
and the dynamics of all them are indeed amazing, what a genius idea for them to have unique moral alignments omg
EDIT: Arthur Morgan oh my yes!! I'm loving Santi's and Octavia's relationship so much already, and we haven't even started RPing damn. I love it so much, it's so pure and real and raw and emotional. And shielding her from Ilium... my heart...
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Seconding them kicking it at camp preparing to go find the safe zone!
(And yes, protecc the smol bean medic)
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tracking, i'm a hoe for cyberpunk-esque settings and mafia
EDIT: may make either a civilian or a cop
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EDIT: Here's Signe's form!
SIGNE ICHAREON name: signe ichareon
nickname: sig
age: 23
gender: female, her/hers
sexuality: homosexual homoromantic
titles forensic scientist, the unicorn (hacker handle and "merchant" name), the bug-eater (also a "merchant name", sometimes hacker handle in passing for the pun)
unofficial titles crack/crap cop, wannabe tesla
hometown: las vegas, nevada
faceclaim: sananthachat thanapatpisal
appearance: signe's got a mischevious-looking, rather childlike face. she's usually seen with a shit-eating grin and a hyperactive glint in her deep brown eyes, and her dyed, dark orange hair is befitting of her fiery attitude. she's of an average height (though leaning on the shorter side) at 5'4". though she doesn't intend to, she's got a somewhat scraggly, rebellious look: her hair, usually in a ponytail with bangs, tends to appear somewhat windblown and choppy. as someone who does little to no exercise, she has a small and scrawny frame, looking neither too lady-like nor masculine. the soft features of her face belie her capriciousness.
scars: she's burned some parts of her fingers and arms here and there due to working with electrical parts and acids. she does wear personal protective equipment when working in her laboratory, but the substances she works with get extremely volatile very quickly. minor scars decorate her palms and forearm as a result.- body mods;; while signe is a huge proponent for bodily modifications, she really only has small things here and there that are hardly invasive. She's installed implants that allow her to listen to music whenever she wants, for example. she's also implanted lenses that allow her to store information in a visual and accessible way to simplify her work. the most invasive modification of hers is a mechanism that delivers mild electric shocks to its user when it senses biological indicators of fatigue/sleepiness; signe frequently uses this to pull all-nighters. these modifications are hardly identifiable and cannot be seen at first glance.
- typical style;; signe dresses very casually and simply. beneath her lab coat, she'll usually put on any t-shirt and jeans. if she's feeling particularly fancy and feels the need to show off, she'll dress business-casual and wear button-ups and dark turtle necks. that said, she doesn't mind an uneven collar or a wrinkly shirt; part of this can be attributed to the fact that she spends much of her time in her laboratory alone. wears tennis shoes. occasionally will wear big 'ol, round glasses for chiefly aesthetic purposes.
- positive traits: tireless worker/goal-oriented, caring (questionably so), very creative, intelligent, confident, outwardly cheerful, relaxed, inquisitive, interested in having fun, mature
- neutral traits: lofty, talkative, practically nocturnal, proud, methodical, eccentric, flirtatious, mischievous, easily amused
- negative traits: selfish, stubborn, petty, extraordinarily self-indulgent, elitist, impractical, pessimistic/cynical, prideful, little respect for privacy/sanctity, self-centered, a compulsive liar
- likes;; eating bugs (caterpillars are her favorite), the avant-garde, the arts, gossip, memes, bad jokes, breeding exotic lizards, animals, propriety, drama & intensity, high-quality objects, technology, drugs, money, her electric violin
- dislikes;; mindless consumerism, physical exercise, athletics/sports, things that are not aesthetically pleasing, conventionality, dimness, dirtiness, directness, being one-uped/losing, children, excessive hedonism
history: signe's parents immigrated from bangkok in search of a better life. signe was born on U.S. soil to a hardworking yet impoverished household, and she spent most of her life in las vegas until she was 20 years old. she briefly attended a local university for several years (having graduated high school two years early) before dropping out. though she excelled in academics, she deeply hated going to school and spent much of her time partying in the desert, much to the chagrin of her parents.
signe's resentment towards the education system and her parents grew the most when she was rejected from multiple prestigious music schools after high school. having spent much of her time on vegas strip growing up, signe wished to be an entertainer, and it was with much bitterness that she decided to study chemical engineering/computer science in college. while in college, she made a profit selling drugs and fixing odd parts for other students and various clientele. when this wild life of hers became unsustainable for her health, she was forced to leave school. she never returned to formal education, instead choosing to learn from other hackers and bioengineers in the community. much of her technical knowledge, however, came as a result of an intimate relationship she pursued with a female faculty member at a local college when signe was 20. it was after their parting that signe made the move to chicago, as she had heard the drug and biotech market was more competitive and diverse there. still resentful that her parents never supported her artistic aspirations, she left nevada on less than amicable terms with her family.
signe arrived in chicago when she was 21. after hustling for two years, she established a name for herself as "the unicorn" thanks to her ability to work technological "magic" and create hallucinogenic drugs. she also became known as the "bug-eater" for her characteristic entomophagy. in time, signe had also made several clients out of some mafia members. due to her connections with the mafia, she became interested in assisting the CPD once news of the murder had broken out. wishing to take advantage of the situation, signe applied to be a forensic scientist for the CPD. the CPD very reluctantly accepted signe as she had made it clear she did not care much for justice at all and only wished for a mutually beneficial relationship.
affiliation: CPD
- parents;; chatchom ichareon (father) x suda shinawatra (mother)
- siblings;; two sisters and two brothers (out of contact with them); she is the oldest of the bunch
- trusts/friends;; a handful of hackers, an old lady who works at her favorite fried chicken shop, other exotic lizard breeding enthusiasts; largely tbd (open for plotting)
- does not trust/enemies;; the gangs (will sometimes allow them to buy her wares/drugs, though), largely tbd (open for plotting)
headcanons:
- her laboratory is filled with tanks of lizards, frogs, snakes, etc. of various colors. she's an avid breeder of these animals and sells them for a decent price
- she loves to eat bugs because she views them as delicacy. her favorite bugs to consume are caterpillars and centipedes. she finds people's reactions to it amusing
- she's somewhat of a narcissist. if it's safe to, she'll leave the silhouette of a unicorn's head on her designs and drug packages
- though she's a talented hacker and a decent engineer, she specializes in chemical processes and crafting drugs
- she still believes she's a talented artist in any and all forms of art. her favorite thing to do is go to museums and pretend to be a performance artist like marina abramovic. it usually doesn't end well.
- she'll call people "dear" in a slightly derogatory way, much similar to the ways of southern propriety. she'll ironically say "bless your heart" as well.
- she likes to flirt a little bit when she's in the mood
- she's terrified of ghosts and demons and anything akin to the supernatural
- she's shit at driving any kind of vehicle
- she can't hold her own for long in a fight. her best physical attribute when it comes to combat is her agility, but she lacks stamina.
- her motherly and caring side will sometimes activate if she sees a friend/ally is upset. she hates seeing people cry. signe does have a heart, she just doesn't really wear some parts of it on her sleeve
- for someone who sells drugs, she actually refuses to ingest them 90% of the time
- she's picked up playing the electric violin and is a huge fan. she's also quite good at it
- she loves street food and will try pretty much everything
- frequently asks for pay raises from the CPD. rarely ever gets them, despite being an extremely hard worker
- keeps her word only half the time. enjoys lying not because she's trying to hurt, but because she genuinely finds it funny
- pretty good at reading other people's emotions
- more interested in making more friends than enemies. finds physical skirmishes to be silly and pointless.
- rolls her eyes whenever she's treated like a kid. it doesn't bother her that much because she doesn't care a ton about what other people care about her. she cares about what she thinks of herself.
plots: tbd - open for plotting
other: tbd
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toucant Signe's form is done! (decided not to quote it here after all because it's hard for me to read italicized text lol)
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using posting template i, thank you!
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Is it seriously six in the morning already? Rei silently lamented as she slammed her hand down upon her alarm in annoyance. The rookie enforcer then yawned as she sluggishly rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. While she was used to waking up at the crack of dawn due to her years at a rehabilitation facility and its strict schedule, the woman was a night owl through and through. It didn't matter if she was usually one with a pep in her step and typically had a boatload of energy shoved into her body; she found getting up in the morning to be one of the worst parts of her day because of how trapped she felt. In fact, as Rei turned her head to look out through the small, pathetic window besides her bed, it was hard to tell that it was even dawn. Not only was her room small, but it faced a more shadowy part of the city and, as a result, let little light into her living space. All right. Don't want to be late. Don't want to get on Miyu's bad side again. Rei reminded herself as she sat up and stretched. Sensing her movement, the lights in her room automatically flickered on, and Rei couldn't help but smile wryly at this minor convenience. Technology was often annoying and overly intrusive, but she did appreciate small embellishes like these that simplified her life. She'd concede that life as an enforcer wasn't completely abhorrent.
Within the next half hour, Rei got herself dressed in her suit, washed up, and wolfed down an omelette sandwich. She then hastily threw her hair into a somewhat neat ponytail, grabbed her keys, and hurried out of the dormitory door. Rei then looked down at her watch. The blue light interface lit up: it was a quarter to seven. Shit. Rei sighed and bit her lip. I'm going to be five minutes late. Omelette took too long. More concerned about getting yet another mark for tardiness instead of getting an earful at this point, Rei burst into a sprint down the headquarters’ antiseptic halls and threw herself into an elevator. It felt like hours until she reached her Division's floor. Moreover, in her haste, Rei had neglected several crumbs of bread that had gotten stuck to her collar.
Rei threw the office's doors open when she arrived at her workplace. Her gaze instantly swung around the room, wearily looking out for her inspector's presence and shying away from the startled glances of her coworkers. Small beads of sweat clung to her forehead. It was the fifth time she had been late since she started her work at the MWPSB, and she wasn't keen on losing her only shot at normalcy.
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((This is more than all right! Your prose is so pretty, and Miyu's too cool lol. And no worries, I understand! I never seem to catch all the errors I make when I proofread, typos and errors here and there are totes fine))
Rei swallowed as soon as she was met with Miyu's cold stare. What was she typing just now? A complaint against me? She could hardly think during the several seconds that had elapsed between her superior's exasperated question and wary chastising. She recognized Miyu had made a fine point: as someone who was in the same building as her own workplace, Rei really didn't have much of an excuse for being late. Even worse, she couldn't come up with a great excuse for her tardiness other than that she had taken her sweet time with cooking a scrumptious omelette. And she was only partially tempted to think that the breakfast worth it.
"Um," Rei started, curling and uncurling her fists as her gaze anxiously followed Miyu's movements. She then plastered on a sheepish smile in a feeble attempt to elicit sympathy from the blonde. "Well, I realized the lock on my door was busted this morning. I had to mess around with it, and it took longer than I thought." Lying to Miyu's face, Rei was surprised by how unruffled she sounded. "It's been acting up for a while now. I'll admit, I should've requested it to be fixed earlier. So... my bad, Asano. I won't do it again." She finished, quickly. While she didn't take Miyu to be a cruel person, Rei was deeply concerned with saving her own hide in any and all ways possible, and if that meant lying, so be it. Moreover, Rei figured a somewhat plausible lie was better than admitting that she had been late because of her love for fine cuisine.
Still smiling sheepishly, Rei gestured to the coffee machine. She had assumed that Miyu, looking thoroughly tired and irritable as usual, was on the hunt for coffee... which that meant now was a better time than ever to change the subject. "It doesn't look much different, but I was told that they got new machines for us. Guess you'll be the first one to find out if it's any good, huh?"
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((For sure!! I ship them so much already :) I forgot to mention this, but lmk if you ever want me to change anything too lol))
That... worked better than expected. Rei had quickly blinked in surprise upon glimpsing Miyu's look of concern. As momentary as the seeming crack in her superior's composure was, it was still a first.... towards an enforcer like Rei herself, that was. Even more, Rei noted that Miyu had been quick to offer assistance in regards to her imaginary dilemma. Damn. Rei thought, her sheepish smile replaced with a furrowed brow. A sense of guilt gripped her heart. In the grand scheme of things, Rei felt that lying in this particular situation was a relatively small matter, but Miyu genuinely looked exhausted. That much was crystal clear to Rei when she had seen the inspector close her eyes only seconds before. While Rei had observed that this wasn't an unusual sight due to the recent increase in violent crimes, it still made her feel worse for taking advantage of Miyu's sympathies.
Luckily, Miyu looked delighted enough with the new coffee machine. Indeed, Rei had watched in quiet anticipation as the inspector sipped at the metal cup of caffeinated goodness. Rei had also breathed a quiet sight of relief when Miyu's lips twitched up into a smile. Her evil fib had not been purged from history, no, but seeing her superior relaxed over something somewhat trivial made up for it a little. Nevertheless, Rei decided that she wouldn't spill the beans about the true cause for her tardiness. She reasoned it would simply make matters more complicated and worse. The young woman attempted a cheery smile. "Glad you like it," Rei replied, plopping down at her own desk. It was close to Miyu's, set up such that enforcement was easy should a latent criminal step out of line. "I'll try some. Looked a little more than satisfying, anyways. And don't worry about putting in a request. I... put one in yesterday. Wouldn't want to overload the system, yeah?" Her words were yet again bullshit for the time being.
Her shoulders somewhat stiff from adrenaline, Rei turned away from Miyu and looked at her desktop. She was wondering as to when their next case would arrive with an almost morbid anticipation. Of course, Rei wasn't hoping for yet another homicide, but she was dying to exit the stifling and bland walls of their workspace. Getting away from the Bureau's headquarters for some fresh air was as joyful for Rei as it was for a dog going out on a walk. Rei turned around once more, this time to face her superior. "Hey, Miyu. How much would you bet that we'll get something easy today?" Rei inquired with her usual outwardly lackadaisical air, and her dark amber eyes gleamed with curiosity.
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SIGNE ICHAREON // 23 // CPD HACKER, CHEMIST
With a deft flick of the wrist, Signe seized a beetle from her bowl and held the struggling insect up to her brown eyes. It was a june bug, and the tiny beast almost appeared to glow as green light from nearby computer monitors reflected off its brown shell. She held it upside down, observing its many segmented legs flex and flail miserably in the air as the insect drew its final breaths. Her lips curved into a pleased smile. "Bone apple teeth," Signe cooed at the little bug, hardly holding back a chuckle. The hacker then kissed her meal a good night before fitting its entirety into her mouth. She delighted in the way her jaws easily crushed the insect's exoskeleton, the way she heard and felt the crunching within her skull; indeed, there was a certain feeling of power that came with delighting in delicacies like these, and it was a feeling Signe Ichareon relished in. It wasn't that she didn't care for the taste. No, it was her fattened ego that demanded her to be a charlatan connoisseur of the "avant-garde." It was the foundation upon which she built her identity. As for what was considered avant-garde, well, the hacker believed that to be entirely at her discretion.
As Signe finished satiating her appetite with wriggling hor d'oeuvres, she suddenly felt a light weight on her arm scuttle up onto her shoulder. She ceased feasting and turned her head to greet her chameleon. "Hey, Abra." She murmured, as she began to stroke the three-horned, cerulean reptile beneath its chin. "Hungry?"
Feeding her favorite companion, Signe recalled that she had quite a bit of shopping to do. Abra the Jackson chameleon was only one of many. In fact, her dark and cramped lab housed tanks of numerous reptiles and amphibians. The majority of them were bred by her and were for sale, and she went great lengths to take extraordinary care of the beasts. What profit she made from odd repairs and unconventional drugs largely went towards their needs and upkeep. The reptile breeding was an expensive hobby of hers, and as a result, she lived a rather simple, reclusive lifestyle. While Signe was a lover of all that was extravagant and high-quality, she slept in a makeshift cot situated in the corner of her lab, frequented all the bargain clothing stores in Chicago for her wardrobe, and shopped for groceries as if the city was constantly placed on some sort of lockdown. She had nearly everything she needed in her laboratory.
She quickly checked the time. She had two hours before she needed to resume analyzing blood samples for the CPD. The department would have her hide if she didn't get through today's backlog, especially so due to the recent suspected mafia strike. Sighing in a mix of frustration and exhaustion, Signe stood from her seat, stretched, and grabbed her keys. Her reptiles needed to have their feed restocked often, and with the rest of the week predicted to only get busier, now was a better time than ever to make a trip down to the market.
Signe donned her lab coat, a simple green t-shirt, dark pants, and black combat boots as she made her way through the market. She knew exactly where to buy the insects needed to care for her creatures, but the young woman didn't mind browsing here and there. A little bit on the short side at 5'4", Signe often had to stand on her toes to look over the crowds and spy various sellers' inventories. Despite the mess and the masses, a girl wearing a checkered and pink dress managed to catch her eye and distract her from her mission. As Signe began to move closer to the girl, she realized with deep interest that the she was holding a lit-up, pocket-sized terrarium. She also noticed that a dark-haired young woman was speaking with the girl. The dark-haired woman appeared to act friendly towards the girl, and Signe assumed that they were friends.
"Hello there. I hate to interrupt, but..." Signe started, smiling as she approached the two women. She gestured towards the terrarium in Nancy's hands. "I'm very much interested in that terrarium you have there. How much is it?"
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((Awww, thank you! And no worries omg. I love reading your writing and more content always makes me happier, though I'm pleased with any length :) You don't need to apologize for the length at all! It's good you got a lot of rest lol. As for ideas for cases... I can't say I have something super elaborate at the moment, but I've definitely been thinking about some ideas! I was thinking maybe we should do something to drive a deeper wedge between the two, induce some kind of interpersonal drama? This is just an idea I'm throwing out, but since Miyu has a dislike for ultra-wealthy people, and since Rei really likes money (if the CID lets her send money back to her fam, she definitely would), maybe the crime they're attending to could be some sort of cyber bank heist w/ hostages. It could be something done at the hands of a larger, vigilante organization, and Rei could start considering becoming a double agent and plot to turn against the Bureau/Miyu? Please feel free to throw out your own ideas and add more as to how Miyu would react in this sit sort of situation/do or just add new things altogether lol, I'm struggling to come up as something as genius and elaborate as the writers of Psycho-Pass do lmfao))
Shrugging off the initial coldness that accompanied Miyu's response to her question, Rei took a moment to contemplate her superior's words. She eventually came to acknowledge that Miyu was more than likely correct. It was true that Rei would have liked to deal with a quick and relatively easy robbery case every so often, but the previous night's double homicide almost served as a warning to manage her expectations. It was the worst case they had since she been recruited by the Bureau, and chasing down deranged criminals did not unsettle the rookie as much as the blood and the gore that had flown everywhere when Miyu pulled the trigger.
Too slow to comment further, Rei's heart had instantly began to race once the area stress alarm suddenly began to blare. The suddenness of it all elated the enforcer. Once she had gulped down a swig from an old water bottle sitting on her desk, she rushed out of the office after Miyu. As she was pulled into the elevator, a small part of Rei felt quite annoyed at being yanked into the enclosed space by her superior, and it took the enforcer a great deal of self-control to hold back an irritated complaint. She already hated being ordered around, and getting physically dragged was no exception to her distaste for control.
Rei leaned against the wall and crossed her arms as the elevator began its descent. After Miyu had finished speaking, a holographic map of the city flickered to life on their watches. Rei squinted and studied the blue screen's interface. There was a green, glowing dot within an aerial outline of a sprawling building. The enforcer watched with concentration as the point beeped and pulsed for several seconds before giving way to a larger, circular representation of the increasing area stress level.
"...looks like you've won." Rei started. She let out a small sigh. "And that we're being told that it's a hostage situation at Mitsui Bank. Isn't that place for the rich?" She muttered the last part out, still staring at the projection. Though she was bit too proud to admit it, Rei wasn't overly familiar with the financial centers around the city. Back in her days as an athlete, the bulk of the money she made was handled by the government and routed directly to her family. Rei only knew that Mitsui Bank was a looming tower with an incredibly prestigious air, and she remembered seeing sharply dressed businessmen and the occasional idol enter and exit the gilded building when she was still an ordinary civilian.
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((They really are, and things are about to get a lot spicier! And ooh, yes, I like the idea of swaying Miyu against the system for sure! More internal strife, and you're definitely right about there being a lot of sides we can explore with this! :) and yes, Miyu pushing Rei's buttons all the time until Rei finally snaps is going to be so great. It'll happen soon enough. Also, I was thinking, would you be down to have some canon characters in here? I have realized that there being literally only two of them working together to tackle different crimes def isn't super realistic lmao. Either that or some more OCs
also (sorry this is so all over the place lol, im very tired rn) Miyu's parents should totally be hostages here/get robbed imo, stress them hoes out))Pale as a pearl, Rei had gritted her teeth and gripped her seat as Miyu expertly weaved through the traffic. She had never seen her superior drive with such intensity before. Out of fear-induced curiosity, Rei had also briefly glanced at Miyu's expression during the drive. Her breath caught. She was moved by the depth of her superior's focus amidst the situation, for the enforcer knew for a fact that there was no way she could ever pull off such a feat. For someone whose job was to deal with potentially violent individuals, the idea of getting into a vehicular accident was far too terrifying for Rei. Impressed with her partner's professionalism and swiftness, what little irritation Rei had with Miyu's controlling personality temporarily melted away.
Rei scrambled after Miyu once they arrived at the the towering bank. The scene was already chaotic. Curious, clamoring civilians and news reporters pressed as close as they could against barriers surrounding the crime scene. From where they were standing, she could see the silhouettes of frightened patrons and employees within the bank cowering behind countertops. The building itself was deceptively quiet and bereft of liveliness.
Like Miyu, Rei loathed to think of the possibility of there being more hostages than the two of them could handle. That said, the sight of backup finally arriving at the scene was comforting to the enforcer. At Miyu's question, Rei looked down at her watch's projection. She chewed her lip as orange points began to dot the map of the bank. "Looks like there are four at moment. I think everyone else in there is hiding." Rei reported, quickly. "One every other floor. The first one is on the second floor. As for the criminals themselves..." She tapped the screen several times. Red points appeared on the map. "Looks like there are five. They're with the hostages." Thankfully, the precision of the information their division received was thanks to the high number of cameras in the bank, as the recording data had already been routed to the Bureau.
Without another word, Rei grabbed her own Dominator and looked to Miyu. She offered a small smile. "I have to be, don't I?" She responded lightly, not intending meaning to sound sarcastic. She then looked to the bank's gilded entrance. "I'm thinking we should try negotiation first."