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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[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. ]