DETROIT BECOME HUMAN OPEN RP POST

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Pick your poison:
Markus | Connor

( Josh | Gavin Reed )

I'd probably play other DBH characters anyway lbr so if you want someone else, just ask

Connor default is Machine Connor— but I can throw down a nice Connor if that's more your jam, just let me know what your preferences are if you have them

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[phck]

[He’s still— angry. Still flush with it, all sharp angles from his brow line down, but it’s not the knee jerk response from having his wrist in a vice lock that has his pulse rate running jagged in his chest. No, that comes after the fact. Low hands at his spine like a brace, solid and grounding—

There’s a delay. He doesn’t know how long, but he compensates by shoving harder when he pulls back (when it lets go first, making everything he does after the fact seem more excessive than it already is).]

I said get off.

[Does he sound calmer when he says it? He can’t tell.

Lifts up the front of his coat with the edge of his hand and— great. Now they both stink of coffee.]

Fucking prick.

[Muttered under his breath just before he turns on his heel, resetting. Not smoothly, not exactly cleanly, either, but seeing as how he's out of options for putting this new piece of hardware under his heel, and that it seems closer to pushing back than playing along, and that it's ten in the morning now and he still hasn't had a drop of caffeine (a literal nose-to-spite-your-face scenario) just...fuck it.

His hands dip into his pockets. He starts a long march up towards a gated complex, keying in a specific access code.]

Case is a break in, technically. Open apartment near the top floor. Nobody currently renting the place, so it was empty when this guy set up shop. [Information he combs over as the buzzer clears them, leaving a free path towards a nearby set of elevators that look like they've seen better days. He isn't spitting it out for the android's benefit: it's a mnemonic device. Gives him a clearer picture in his head.] Landlord went in to do some overdue maintenance work after a couple of complaints from other tenants, said the guy lunged at him in the dark. High as shit on Red Ice— no surprises there— broke the back window when he bolted a couple of minutes later.

[Ding clicks the elevator, slowing to a steady stop as it reaches the eighth floor, jolting just before the doors open. Unnerving as shit.]

Description matches the guy we've been chasing for weeks. Five murders, two assaults. Most of them nearby.

We narrow down the field, we find him, easy.