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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!]
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I like you, kid. You've got a bit of an attitude, but that's fixable. At least you're interesting.
[He grins. It's probably nothing good coming from him, but there it is.]
Unfortunately, it's my job to prevent that. [he drawls.] So....
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He's not sure if he's comfortable with the idea of this guy liking him, especially when he couldn't quite understand why he would. Approval certainly wasn't what he was aiming for, and just because someone was interesting didn't mean they were likable. He couldn't help a pickling of paranoid suspicion at what he considered odd behavior.
As Rico ends on that 'So...', there's a moment where it just continues to hang in the air before Thad realizes he doesn't intend to finish the thought. That he's meant to draw his own conclusion, and maybe it was just his creeping paranoia but he couldn't help feeling it was meant as an unspoken threat.
But giving the rare benefit of the doubt, he takes a chance at attempting to finish the thought for him.]
So, you're going to keep hitting them with a stick everytime they do something you think is stupid and harmful to themselves?
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Exactly. I'm glad you get it. Some people can be dumb as drokking rocks, but they'll learn eventually. You can tell a person not to stick their fingers in a socket a thousand times, and they'd still do it. And then they'd kick up a fuss that you didn't stop them. Grud, I've certainly met some stupid enough to.
[Rico shrugs. There's not much he can say that doesn't come out like an unspoken threat one way or another.]
Sometimes it's the only way idiots like them can learn. So really, it's the compassionate thing to do.
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But even if he couldn't make him stop his quest to 'confiscate' all the sugar, he could still take this opportunity to learn more about the kind of person he was dealing with. Chances were this probably wouldn't be the last time they ran into each other, best to be prepared.]
Out of curiosity, how many other people in the vicinity would you say are doing something they shouldn't?
[Taking a step to the side so that Rico could have a full view of the cafeteria again, his voice is back to its normal measured tone, far from friendly but genuinely curious.]
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To a particularly rowdy group of Legionnaires laughing loudly and ribbing each other. "Public disturbance. Sentenced to four months each in the iso-cubes."
A person tipping his cup of tea into the trash can. "Improper disposal of waste. Sentenced to thirty days in the iso-cubes. There's a liquid waste receptacle to the right he knowingly ignored, so add a three-hundred cred fine to that."
Somebody dropping a plastic fork under the table and after a glance, leaving it there with a shrug. "Littering. Six months in the iso-cubes."
A large, bulky man holding up the line by standing in front of the drinks section. "Loitering and causing obstruction. One hundred credits fine."
Then, finally, an alien with ten shuffling feet just going about her business. "Walking funny."
Hey, this is pretty fun. Like an exercise in the academy. Rico then looks sidelong at Thad, conspiratorially whispering to him a shared joke. "But if it were me, I'd just let her off with a warning. Not like she can help it!"
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"You could instruct her to remove some of her feet." He suggested, his deadpan tone as unchanging as his expression, making it hard to tell if he was joking back, mocking Rico or being completely serious.
"How many of those would you attempt to follow through with in this universe."
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Like Thad, it's hard to tell if he's joking either. But his questions takes him somewhat by surprise - not that he shows it. After thinking for a second, he replies thoughtfully.
"It'd be considered a dereliction of my duty to not follow through through on all of them," he says, and leaves it at that.
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There was a temptation to ask if that surgical option was only used in cases where the sentient had an actual medical abnormality or problem, but decided it was better not to ask questions he might not want to hear the answer to. He would settle for knowing Rico didn't intend to go that route in this case (though, if she turned up with missing legs later he would have a pretty good idea of who the prime suspect was). Instead, he focused on the line of questioning that he found more important.
"Even if it were to bring you at odds with Legion policy?"