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shellphones2025-03-12 06:23 pm
fractales) wrote in shellphones2025-03-12 06:23 pm
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V i d e o . . . . ?
Type: Video
Sender ID: fractales(Professor Turo)
To: General
Subject: vnkfnskjgb;;;;'
Warnings: False Arrest, sounds like brutality and all that comes with
[There was the blurred streaks of color as the shellphone feel, hitting the ground and only showing the floor and several different pairs of boots- well, a few pair looked uniform while another stood out with how well worn they were.
Abruptly cut on.]
—I'm afraid you are mistaken. I don't know any of those names--
[Turo's voice, a slight edge to it as he was backed into what had to have been his desk by one of those pairs of uniform boots.
Another voice, one that sounded as if they had it all figured out. Or perhaps itching to see what would be the reward for a job 'well done' with this.
"Think you could keep going without anyone catching on? All of those secret and private meeting with Corsair? Your crystal and gem studies? Too much information for them to get on their own, unless they had a Paladin insider with as much access as you've got. How much you look into. How convenient it is you own a place where you could store away rare animals and then pluck them up to sell at high demand? Crystalized, or for parts." So, so smug.
Oh, that worn pair of boots took a single step forward at that flow of accusations.]
I beg your fucking pardon—
[The sound of that desk forcefully pushed back and something rather heavy forced against it, shellphone skittering across the floor and knocked onto a lower shelf, only viewing a glowing pink bottle of healing spray. Only the sounds of what was going on with that view, the liquid sparkling and at least some sort of light as it shifted in the bottle.
There was the sound of metal snapping and rushed steps as there was a call to grab the man, get him restrained before he could pull 'anything else' funny. Get him out of here before any of those 'weird animals' he sent off came back. Could come back for anyone else working with him after all, couldn't get far from their reach.
Struggle, and the sound of Turo being muffled as he was possibly being dragged and then carried away with those sounds of metal.
The silence that came after was eerie, heavy-- but there was a paw that soon enough fished out and flipped the shellphone, showing a cat that looked concerned and a 'dog' that shared that expression leaning over to sniff at the shellphone-
Black went the feed. Cut off.]
Sender ID: fractales(Professor Turo)
To: General
Subject: vnkfnskjgb;;;;'
Warnings: False Arrest, sounds like brutality and all that comes with
[There was the blurred streaks of color as the shellphone feel, hitting the ground and only showing the floor and several different pairs of boots- well, a few pair looked uniform while another stood out with how well worn they were.
Abruptly cut on.]
—I'm afraid you are mistaken. I don't know any of those names--
[Turo's voice, a slight edge to it as he was backed into what had to have been his desk by one of those pairs of uniform boots.
Another voice, one that sounded as if they had it all figured out. Or perhaps itching to see what would be the reward for a job 'well done' with this.
"Think you could keep going without anyone catching on? All of those secret and private meeting with Corsair? Your crystal and gem studies? Too much information for them to get on their own, unless they had a Paladin insider with as much access as you've got. How much you look into. How convenient it is you own a place where you could store away rare animals and then pluck them up to sell at high demand? Crystalized, or for parts." So, so smug.
Oh, that worn pair of boots took a single step forward at that flow of accusations.]
I beg your fucking pardon—
[The sound of that desk forcefully pushed back and something rather heavy forced against it, shellphone skittering across the floor and knocked onto a lower shelf, only viewing a glowing pink bottle of healing spray. Only the sounds of what was going on with that view, the liquid sparkling and at least some sort of light as it shifted in the bottle.
There was the sound of metal snapping and rushed steps as there was a call to grab the man, get him restrained before he could pull 'anything else' funny. Get him out of here before any of those 'weird animals' he sent off came back. Could come back for anyone else working with him after all, couldn't get far from their reach.
Struggle, and the sound of Turo being muffled as he was possibly being dragged and then carried away with those sounds of metal.
The silence that came after was eerie, heavy-- but there was a paw that soon enough fished out and flipped the shellphone, showing a cat that looked concerned and a 'dog' that shared that expression leaning over to sniff at the shellphone-
Black went the feed. Cut off.]
Action
[He was fortunately still in the building, gathering up Turo's Masterballs. He'd need to find the Pokemon, especially Miraidon--]
--Chris.
[His voice was--- oddly calm. Even as that all broiled beneath the surface, they might feel there was an attempt to tamp it down, to do something Chris had taught him--
But it was like stuffing boxes and boxes into an overstuffed closet, only for it to burst forth again, and Dojima sighed in frustration.]
Sorry. Don't have the capacity right now to hold my thoughts back.
[Getting his service pistol out of the locked desk drawer--]
Any idea where the Paladins took him? There's the general locations on Elah, but I suspect they might put him somewhere worse.
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(Normally they wouldn't be that blunt about that particular topic, but today isn't a normal day.)
Paladin prison island, probably. Or something similar. (Their expression darkens at the memory.) Or they handed him over to whoever created the fake charge. (The cops could be fooled to think it's legit... or these ones could have been bribed, or directly in the employ of someone more nefarious. Always pays to have a mole in enemy forces. Or they're not cops at all.) We need a plan.
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[--You also knew it was serious when Dojima didn't even bother getting flustered over the statement. Unimportant right now, just a fact of their-- friendship? Was it fair to call it that now? Not as close as Turo was to them, due to their shared understanding, but... Yeah. He trusted Chris.]
We do. It's possible they'll make a public statement of his arrest, since there's been heat on both sides to figure out the culprits of those living crystal statues and auction houses, and it'd be a good way to focus the citizens ire onto someone else, but I don't feel like we can wait that long.
[Chris might notice the myriad of jars, clean rags, alcohol bottles and the match book on one of the tables near by. Dojima hadn't started working on those...yet.]
If it's on one of the other islands, we'll need to grab Emet to get the boat close enough that I can use Miraidon to swim to the island, and it has climbing and offroad abilities, as well as an ability to glide. I've been working with Turo's Pokemon pretty consistantly so they'll obey me, but some should stay here to guard the Conservatory. I may need to reach out to 76 to ask for help since he's been hanging around here and has combat training.
[--Despite the raging thoughts in his head, he did seem to be also... compartmentalizing. Focusing on the immediate tasks, step by step--]
...Bundle and Moth should stay here, maybe Hands as well, and I can take Valiant, Thorns and Miraidon.
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(Friend, huh? It's weird, they think, having so many people who want them around despite knowing them. Knowing what they are.
Coming from Chris, their own words are practically a love confession. Are there platonic love confessions? If there are, Chris would probably be dumb enough to fo thrm, refusing to say anything nice until on their deathbed they finally confess to seeing you as a friend all along.
They take in the bottles and other supplies.)
While I agree with being prepared, lighting the cops on fire is more likely to put both you and Turo permanently on the run than actually help.
(Big burst of flames. Hard to control. Good for murder and fear and destruction but not much else. Innocents, civilians, even the people they need to rescue are at risk of getting caught up in the fire.
Shaped charges would be better for something like this.)
76? (They haven't met him yet.)
It's possible they'll go after more people than just Turo. Should reach out to other crews, see who's missing. I know a lot of bullshit bounties are being posted. There's probably more people willing to help save their friends.
Might be able to get some of the stronger magical animals to help too.
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More pipebombs focused on making smoke but limited damage. I'd never agree to anything more deadly, and set them up in areas out of the way to distract the guards, depending on where they took him.
[He may be pissed off but he wasn't going to murder people. He'd only been in that state once, at his worst, to one man and though this... was definitely fraying those parts of him, hitting on those stresses, that fear of loss of control and loss of what he cared about the most, he--
He'd never be able to look Turo in the eyes again if he went that far.
But. He was going to make them regret it if they got in his way.]
Right, I'll take a look and see if anyone else has posted similar. [Pulling up his Shellphone--
Ah, right, Chris didn't know-- 76.
He'd close his eyes a moment, focusing on visualization. Both 76's initial look, when he first arrived, and what he wore now, more commonly, his weapons, physical strength-- the critter that was at his side or on his back most days--]
Ex American Soldier, going by the name Soldier 76 here. Genetically altered for a war against non sentient Robots controlled by a God AI wanting to wipeout humanity. Then worked along side those Robots-- called Omnics-- when they were given sentience and free will to stop the AI and lock it down.
[Really focusing on getting those-- words accross, but not saying them out loud. Just to tell Chris but also give 76 some privacy. He hoped the man would understand.]
He saved my ass when I got nearly caught by guards at the Auction house I was in--
[Hey so you get to see first person view of Dojima breaking a mermaid from her prison tank, releasing her into the ocean, and then RUNNING FOR IT when the security detail came for him--
And a hand grabbing him and pulling him tight into a corner while the guards searched the room full of animals.]
76 has been camping in the Conservatory and helping to train me with some skills that are useful with being the warden. Good man, I trust him.
Get Good.
Very much not Dojima's voice, a gravelly sort of tone, but also dry as hell-- obviously a joke to Dojima--
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(Stupid, nice, weak Kaveh with his fashion obsession and his stupid asshole husband? That Kaveh? The one who is way too obsessed with looking fashionable?
Huh. They guess everyone has hidden depths.
They're so derailed they actually struggle to tune into Dojima's mental projection of Soldier 76.)
Huh.
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He's smiling a bit, relieved that even the psychic mind reader had missed that about Kaveh--]
Then again, he reminds me of my nephew's best friend back home-- [a brief mental picture of Yosuke Hanamura, wide smiles, standing next to the teen by now Chris could pick out was Dojima's nephew--] and that kid had depths I never would've guessed.
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(Back to being a petty child, apparently.) Didn't think he had it in him to make something like this. (The explosive recipe looks really simple to make, and you don't have to put much in the pipe to get a good boom. It's a good recipe, they have to admit. However grudgingly. Just gonna take out their shellphone and snap a pic for their own future reference.)
1/2
Oil and water situation with you two, huh?
--And me neither. But... he was apparently pretty anti-establishment during a rough time back in his home world.
[Just, thinking about what Kaveh had said, about corruptive power...]
2/2
As much as everything inside me is screaming to go after them now, I have to make sure the Conservatory is taken care of and protected. If I go after Turo and this place gets raided in the mean time...
[A glance to that forbidden tome he had... 'borrowed', of all the rare and useful items one could get from wild animals here...]
It'd crush him, and I'd be a hell of a failure as a warden. For all we know, this is ploy by the actual poachers to get free access here. So I need to get this place locked down first-- and figure out where Turo was taken.
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(He can probably imagine how poorly Chris might react to that.
...But that's not relevant.)
You know there's me and other people to help guard things, right? Hawks always has a bird's eye view and I can talk to the animals.
(And there's the soldier guy he mentioned. He should be able to help too.)