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legionworld2017-07-06 03:20 pm
truefaceofthelaw) wrote in legionworld2017-07-06 03:20 pm
[OPEN] Getting to grips
Who| Rico Dredd, and anyone!
What| Rico's getting adjusted. Discovering sugar and telling people to move out of his way.
Where| Mess Hall, Observation Deck
When| Before Bodies for Rent
Warnings/Notes| Rico's an asshole. Warning for violence, fighting, blood, threats of bodily harm, and treating sugar like an addictive substance (i.e. drug talk). Will match formats.
[A: Mess Hall]
[It had taken a long time for Rico to get adjusted to his new surroundings. After the expected violent outburst after waking up, he was upset. Not because he was just faced with the knowledge that his entire universe was in danger, that Mega-City One was in danger. No. It was more that he was yanked out of his world by the scruff of his neck, and had a lot of schemes he'd spent time and effort setting up. A lot of fingers in a lot of different pies whose outcomes he was just waiting to realize.]
[But Hell, the only saving grace is that at least he might just get a kick out of all this. So he took the oath, if only for them to get off his back about it. Time would tell whether he felt like following it or not. But for now? The Mess Hall would be where he could get a feel for the social dynamics that run through this place. And he'll be damned if Rico Dredd never comes out on top. And he's hardly going to let a little thing like being dropped into a completely unfamiliar environment alone and without backup hold him back.]
[He strides into the mess hall with a natural arrogance, a swagger to his step that could be mistaken for confidence. Of course, with how packed it is, and how he isn't making any attempt to move out of anybody's way - fully expecting them to move for him - somebody might accidentally jostle him and his rather bulky and pointy eagle-shaped shoulder pad. If that happens?]
Hey!
[He barks out sharply in a gravel rough voice, in a tone that demands immediate attention. He cocks his head to the side, overhead lighting reflecting a glint off his black visor where his eyes should be. He crooks a finger, beckoning them to come closer as his mouth twitches up in the beginnings of a smile.]
You gonna apologize for that?
[B: Mess Hall]
[Rico is sitting at a table with his back to the wall, with a baton kept loosely in his lap, staring at an unopened packet of sugar in the palm of his hand. He knew that The Legion had different practices, different laws but this was really something else. He tears the packet open with delicately pinched fingers, spilling the white crystals onto the table, and sniffs. He takes off a glove, dips his finger in the pile, brings it up to his face for careful scrutiny, then licks it.]
Oh, what the drokk? [He murmurs under his breath as he pulls back, confusion and tentative excitement mixing in his voice.] They can't be serious.
[He starts picking up more packets, one by one, and ripping them all open. Soon, there's a veritable pile of sugar on the table. But if someone were to come a little later and perhaps want a sugar for their coffee or tea this morning...? Well too bad. It's all been confiscated. If you reach out for one, expect to be impeded by a black baton.]
Sorry. [He doesn't sound very sorry at all. Actually, he almost sounds a little gleeful. He's well aware he has very little authority here, but that's not going to stop him from pretending that he does. Also, he might have slipped a packet or two into his own pockets.] Restricted substances. Mind your own business and move along.
[C: Observation Deck]
[The Observation Deck. Rico leans forward against a railing, looking down at the view. It's mostly empty for now, and he enjoys the rare peace. No shouting citizens, no endless, pointless chatter, or explosions. He's been a Mega-City boy all his life, never been to space, and despite his best efforts not to be impressed, it still captures his attention like nothing else.]
[Rico feels the prickle of a stare bouncing off the back of his helmet, and working on an instinct that every Street Judge has - or at least, the ones that aren't dumb as dirt and still alive - he fingers the baton by his side and says out loud without turning around;]
You looking at me, creep?
[D: Wildcard option!]
What| Rico's getting adjusted. Discovering sugar and telling people to move out of his way.
Where| Mess Hall, Observation Deck
When| Before Bodies for Rent
Warnings/Notes| Rico's an asshole. Warning for violence, fighting, blood, threats of bodily harm, and treating sugar like an addictive substance (i.e. drug talk). Will match formats.
[A: Mess Hall]
[It had taken a long time for Rico to get adjusted to his new surroundings. After the expected violent outburst after waking up, he was upset. Not because he was just faced with the knowledge that his entire universe was in danger, that Mega-City One was in danger. No. It was more that he was yanked out of his world by the scruff of his neck, and had a lot of schemes he'd spent time and effort setting up. A lot of fingers in a lot of different pies whose outcomes he was just waiting to realize.]
[But Hell, the only saving grace is that at least he might just get a kick out of all this. So he took the oath, if only for them to get off his back about it. Time would tell whether he felt like following it or not. But for now? The Mess Hall would be where he could get a feel for the social dynamics that run through this place. And he'll be damned if Rico Dredd never comes out on top. And he's hardly going to let a little thing like being dropped into a completely unfamiliar environment alone and without backup hold him back.]
[He strides into the mess hall with a natural arrogance, a swagger to his step that could be mistaken for confidence. Of course, with how packed it is, and how he isn't making any attempt to move out of anybody's way - fully expecting them to move for him - somebody might accidentally jostle him and his rather bulky and pointy eagle-shaped shoulder pad. If that happens?]
Hey!
[He barks out sharply in a gravel rough voice, in a tone that demands immediate attention. He cocks his head to the side, overhead lighting reflecting a glint off his black visor where his eyes should be. He crooks a finger, beckoning them to come closer as his mouth twitches up in the beginnings of a smile.]
You gonna apologize for that?
[B: Mess Hall]
[Rico is sitting at a table with his back to the wall, with a baton kept loosely in his lap, staring at an unopened packet of sugar in the palm of his hand. He knew that The Legion had different practices, different laws but this was really something else. He tears the packet open with delicately pinched fingers, spilling the white crystals onto the table, and sniffs. He takes off a glove, dips his finger in the pile, brings it up to his face for careful scrutiny, then licks it.]
Oh, what the drokk? [He murmurs under his breath as he pulls back, confusion and tentative excitement mixing in his voice.] They can't be serious.
[He starts picking up more packets, one by one, and ripping them all open. Soon, there's a veritable pile of sugar on the table. But if someone were to come a little later and perhaps want a sugar for their coffee or tea this morning...? Well too bad. It's all been confiscated. If you reach out for one, expect to be impeded by a black baton.]
Sorry. [He doesn't sound very sorry at all. Actually, he almost sounds a little gleeful. He's well aware he has very little authority here, but that's not going to stop him from pretending that he does. Also, he might have slipped a packet or two into his own pockets.] Restricted substances. Mind your own business and move along.
[C: Observation Deck]
[The Observation Deck. Rico leans forward against a railing, looking down at the view. It's mostly empty for now, and he enjoys the rare peace. No shouting citizens, no endless, pointless chatter, or explosions. He's been a Mega-City boy all his life, never been to space, and despite his best efforts not to be impressed, it still captures his attention like nothing else.]
[Rico feels the prickle of a stare bouncing off the back of his helmet, and working on an instinct that every Street Judge has - or at least, the ones that aren't dumb as dirt and still alive - he fingers the baton by his side and says out loud without turning around;]
You looking at me, creep?
[D: Wildcard option!]
B
When he smacks her with the baton she shoots him a cold, killing glare, but that eases into a saccharine smile at his explanation.
She seats herself across from him.]
That's interesting, because I've been studying Legion's rules and bylaws and nowhere is sugar mentioned as a controlled substance, according to [insert appropriate file code here]. This could be considered a misuse of resources, as you are intentionally denying use for others.
Additionally, I may have a welt the Legion higher ups might have questions about. [She looks at the back of the hand Rico had smacked, and against her pale skin it's already a little red. But the words still stand; she's done her research, she's calling bullshit, but if she gets her sugar fix she might just forget the whole thing.]
no subject
[Rico looks down at her with a mix of condescension and amusement as he rolls the baton around in his hand, grinning. Her glare is completely ineffective, and might have been counter-productive for how funny he finds it. Mostly because she seems to think it's intimidating. He's faced down perps and punks twice his size, he's not going to be intimidated by a snitty cit.]
Am I supposed to beg your forgiveness so you don't go tattling to the higher ups? Cry me a river, lady.
[He puts his boots up on the table, and leans back in his chair.]
Who do you blame if you slip on the floor and skin your knee? The janitor? I'd give small kittens a harder knock than that. You show the higher ups that titchy little bump, and they'll laugh you right out of the office.
no subject
Oh, no, not a lawyer at all. I was a director of operations for a large-scale park and needed to know all of the laws and regulations. Figured it would be a good idea to do the same thing here.
[Neither is she intimidated. She's stared down a T-Rex, dude. Smile hasn't faltered yet. ]
Slippery floor could be blamed on a janitor, or leaky pipes, or condensation. But either way; a slippery floor needs to be fixed to prevent anyone else from slipping. So, [She taps her fingers on the table by the sugar packets,] what are we going to do about our slippery floors?
no subject
[Rico can't help it. He can't even finish the sentence. It's the way she says large-scale like that's anything compared to the sprawling concrete jungle that is Mega-City One. He throws his head back and laughs, and then suddenly stops, vaguely amused.]
You think you know anything about laws and regulations?
[And with that, he brings his daystick down on her fingers. Like swatting a bug. With slightly more force than the little love tap before, but still leisurely enough that she might have just barely enough time to snatch her fingers out before she gets burned if she's fast.]
no subject
She's not dealing with a sane individual.]
Mmm. Perhaps you're right. I'll just shuffle back to my office and wonder about my life choices that lead me to this - [Looking at him, his stupid smug face and pile of sugar-] disturbing interaction.
[She stands, and then and then as an afterthought, nudges her coffee over towards him,]
I won't be needing this anymore. I'm sure there are plenty of other establishments where I can get my non-restricted sugar.
no subject
You go ahead and do that miss. Have a good day.
[Rico looks down at the mug she nudges over to him. He pinches the rim of the cup and drags it a little closer, drumming his fingers on the handle.]
Caffiene's a restricted substance too. [He says absent-mindedly, but he doesn't get up or try to stop her. Does this count as a bribe? He's too preoccupied by the distraction to pay her much more mind.]
no subject
[She smiles in that sweet, saccharine way.] I didn't get your name, Mr ... ?
no subject
[She's free to use this knowledge however she likes. Rico doesn't care. He leans back further in his seat, still with his boots up, already dismissing her from his presence. But before she goes, his grin stretches, returning the favor.]
And I didn't get yours, miss...?
no subject
[Or perhaps it's more hoping then betting, but either way now she has a name to take to the higher-ups of this fine organization.] Enjoy your controlled-substances. [She gives him a dismissive wave as she turns and walks out, heels clicking, planning her next move in this little game of chess he's unwittingly entered into.]