[Since I'm such a big fan of these types of posts (and honestly I need these things to happen in game), let's look in on our favourite Mister Sinclair while he goes through his day
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After Sinclair's threat during Bhamba's happy dissection hour he doesn't consider himself on good terms with his Augie anymore, so talking to him is not very high on his list of priorities. ]
Well, where I come from, it means you were too busy readin' books'n bein' wrapped in your own world t'notice what's goin' on. [A beat.] ... Not really someone who does a lot of sports. ...Or talks t'girls. [Another, much longer beat.] ..... It's not a necessarily nice thing t'call someone.
[ Rogue paused at the door, wondering if she should knock. After all, she'd been invited, but... she supposed it was the polite thing to do anyway. She tugged subconsciously at the hem of her gloves, then sighed and tapped sharply to signal her arrival.
Whatever happened now couldn't possibly be as bad as the first time. It was hard to reassure herself of that, especially with the memory of those plasmids lining Sinclair's walls. The size of the syringes alone made her cringe. ]
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[Opening the door, he smiles at her, a smooth but somehow somewhat reassuring smile. Mostly he's just trying not to cringe.]
Well, hello again. C'mon in, don't mind the dogs.
[The dogs, by the way, are tripping over themselves trying to get over to Rogue. Last time she was around she wasn't able for love, so now they're trying to make that up. Once they get close to her, however, they seem to get subdued.]
Just take a seat on the bed; this won't take a second.
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After Sinclair's threat during Bhamba's happy dissection hour he doesn't consider himself on good terms with his Augie anymore, so talking to him is not very high on his list of priorities. ]
And what trade would that be?
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[A pause.]
'Course, I'd need your word this stays between us.
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[Raising an eyebrow, he continues paging through whatever he's paging through, tapping the keys insistently.]
Everythin's gone just like you said it would. Can't say this isn't surprisin', but I appreciate it.
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[SUDDENLY PRIVATE // UNHACKABLE !]
Delta seems to have taken an interest in my death... or rather your involvement in it.
I attempted to dissuade him from his investigation, but I fear I may not have been particularly successful.
I thought you ought to know.
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... Seems Bhamba's got some goddamn recordin' device with more than obvious evidence on it, but I can't seem t'persuade him t'part with it.
[quietly] I'm almost curious t'see what would come of it. Almost.
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[Jack has been verbally defeated by a high schooler and doesn't even know it; he is three years old, and what is this?]
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Well, where I come from, it means you were too busy readin' books'n bein' wrapped in your own world t'notice what's goin' on. [A beat.] ... Not really someone who does a lot of sports. ...Or talks t'girls. [Another, much longer beat.] ..... It's not a necessarily nice thing t'call someone.
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[He sounds somewhat terse.]
..And what'd that be, detective?
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[A slight, far-away-from-the-mic sort of sigh.]
...Alright, c'mon down. Hope you don't mind dogs.
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Whatever happened now couldn't possibly be as bad as the first time. It was hard to reassure herself of that, especially with the memory of those plasmids lining Sinclair's walls. The size of the syringes alone made her cringe. ]
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Well, hello again. C'mon in, don't mind the dogs.
[The dogs, by the way, are tripping over themselves trying to get over to Rogue. Last time she was around she wasn't able for love, so now they're trying to make that up. Once they get close to her, however, they seem to get subdued.]
Just take a seat on the bed; this won't take a second.
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