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]

Her hand, open-palmed and slender, works itself into the space between them. It's the first time she's reached for him— not grabbing, not wresting or fisting her fingers in his shirt to drag him forcefully from harm— in what feels like an eternity, considering the span of the last few days. Of weeks. Of months spent clawing for a foothold in the eyes of humanity. And injured, dripping thirium in inconstant patterns (her shoulder, his chest), Markus doesn't measure out the full weight of that gesture before he responds.

He fits his broad palm over hers, grip tight and earnest, stare fixed and unwavering for how open he aims to be when he recipricates her unexpected need for closeness.

[againsthedyinglight]

Her eyes rocket from their focus over his shoulder at their pursuit to Markus at that hand being placed in hers. For one very long moment, she simply stared at him, wondering why he was giving her his hand instead of the gun. This was not the place for this kind of thing, with humans soon to be crawling down their throats, and if it wouldn't have made a racket, North would have jerked her hand from his right then and there. Such contact with her, with the emotion behind it, was a precarious thing that needed to be done in a safe space. This was far, far from appropriate.

And then the conclusion that Markus must have thrown away the gun was reached and her annoyance flashed hard and fast. They needed that gun; she'd given hers to the androids fleeing underground. And here they were, hiding from humans that were intent upon hunting them down, without a weapon. Markus claimed they didn't need them, but North took solace in how poetic it was to kill humans with their own weapons - the things that made them think they were superior to androids, that they had the power over others.

Not a sound was made, but there would be no mistaking what the problem was with this situation. Especially with the officers on foot getting closer and closer. North's free hand shifted over to grab onto something metal in the stack their cove was hidden in. Clutching it harder and harder, eyes on Markus while her auditory sensors tracked the humans, plastic cracked under the force of a metal skeleton gripping hard. Cutting herself off from their thin network, North calculated the probability that the humans would pass right by them without notice. The odds were terrible, but a plan was formed.

Markus would get to the sewers. Herself... that was less certain. But it didn't matter, so when the humans rounded the corner and a flashlight passed over them then riveted back, North shoved Markus forward with her body and to the side with that hand he had a hold of while the other hand ripped out the metal scrap she'd been holding onto so tight that thirium seeped from the cracks she'd caused in her hand.

With a large screeching sound, the tower of metal began to fall. Shouts from the humans rose, a shot was fired, and North shoved Markus as hard as she could so he'd make it past where the tower of scrap would fall.

"Go! I'll catch up!" Words yelled as she lost sight of him, her path to the sinkhole blocked, but not his. Whirling about, her eyes focused on the human officer that had missed her, she bared her teeth.

"You better run," she told the human, the threat quite clear just before she charged. Run, Markus. RUN.