DETROIT BECOME HUMAN OPEN RP POST

[undeviated]

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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[shri]

[ A blackwater for a new age, she thinks, and then doesn't care. She yanks it out - uncapping it with a heavy twist, feeling the liquid move about it. How does he need it - to drink? Looks that way.

She doesn't bother even passing it to him, just holds it up to his mouth and tilts it up from him to drink as quickly as he needs. Tipping it against his lips even if might just end up splashing about everywhere in a waste.

At least she'd gotten more than they need. ]

[diplomats]

[Markus cranes his neck to match the angle, sluggish enough that thirium pools at the edges of his lips— overflowing a beat later— running down his throat in streaks of brilliant blue. Androids breathe more as a concession made for humanity's comfort than for the cooling process of cycling air throughout overclocked systems: at times, it is necessary, but more often than not it's nothing more than a superficial feature. He cannot choke, he cannot aspirate; he drinks without stopping, inhaling (sharply) only after the bottle's been emptied to relieve a tangled pocket of stored heat within his chest.

(The timer ticking down in his peripheral awareness slows. Stops. Reverses itself— citing thirium reserve levels at a critical 15%, rather than the 3% it'd held only a few seconds prior. Diagnostic scan necessary. Please visit your nearest Cyberlife maint—)

He should thank her, but he can smell it now. The smoke, the ash. pale eyes settling on the assortment of makeshift weaponry already emptied from her pack.]

What did you do?

[shri]

[ she leans in once he settled back, the immediate danger passed. Watching over his face, for anything that might be off. Searching over his expression, reaching up - her thumb brushing against the corner of his mouth. Smearing away the blue blood that ran from the corner.

The answer is nonchalant, after all, it was a far cry from the wars before. ]

What I do best.

[ the blood is swiped off on her pant leg. Back to business. She fishes for another bottle of the blood for him again. Trusting him to take care himself now. The few times he said need replacing laid out. As well as the few weapons - the combat knife, the rifle, heavy and black metal. Slide across to him as she started the simple preparations. Here was as good as anywhere, out of the way. Defensible with some help. Think she spied a small room that was offices in another life now empty. ] Nothing traceable to me or back to you, I am... Skilled at causing confusion.

[ she rubs a smudge of smoke at her cheek, absent thoughts, absent concerns. ]

[diplomats]

[Machines suffer from exhaustion differently than humans, but the end result is, in so many ways, the same: energy needs to be managed down to the most microscopic measurements, tasks like speech, like movement and cognitive focus— all of it comes at a cost. All of it needs to be decisively allocated. He lifts the container to his mouth to drink; he doesn't tilt his head to look at her between increasingly tempered mouthfuls.]

Who are you. Really.

[No more elusive answers, no more games. He wants to know the truth.

He wants to know why.]

[shri]

[ Her head doesn't lift from the two parts of her work, unpacking the rucksack of gear, then arranging it to what is needed for the immediate things at the moment. One knee on the ground, the other planted boot down firmly. Ready, always ready, to jump up. ]

Jhansi ki Rani. [ The box of ammunition for the rifle is placed on top of the box of his parts. Flicked open as she fishes out what she needs to load it. Thumbing through bullets with a deft hand that she's at least comfortable enough to not really look at it, to glance at him sparingly. ] I am sure all that data can fill in the rest. You may call me Rani.

[ Her eyes drop again, going back to her work. Once it's loaded, she swings the strap over her shoulders, around her back, then lets the gun swing loose behind her. ] There is a small office up there, I am going to move you there once you are ready. Then we can see what else you need done.

[diplomats]

Jhansi... [Markus mouths back, a half-formed thought, wordlessly blinking his way through it— and setting it aside along with the now-emptied container of Blue Blood. There's a lot that he could say, starting with thanking her for saving his life. The last of Jericho's living, if the deadened connection he leaves to echo out across the city is right.

Instead, he shoves himself forward with effort, away from the heap of camouflaged scrap she's aligned for him, bypassing the miniature armory at her heels (volatile, but not enough to protect either of them, should the military succeed in tracking them down).] I'm ready now.

[He isn't, not really. Warnings still frame the lining of his vision, fingers shaking as they curl deep into dust. None of it deters him.]

The sooner we get away from these windows, the better.

[shri]

[ She nods, briefling standing to look up, around, gaze on the windows and it seemed no one was coming this way any time soon. Good. ] My thought exactly.

[ She drops down again then because he might say he's ready, he surely isn't. Not risking him pushing himself further and damaging something that no amount of stealing could fix.

So she packed up her procured items, slinging the bag around her shoulder. Then goes to him, slowly easing one arm around his back, - ] Ready?

[ - and ready or not, she slides the other arm under his legs, and with a deep breath, heaved him up. Bridal carry, balancing him easily in her arms. Damn, but they were heavy, weren't they? Jostling only briefly to keep her hold secure. ]