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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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She snorts, then folds her arms over her chest. There are no secrets in the Academy of Law and she's made little effort to hide her ambitions from anywhere else. It's just that they don't come up that much with the old-timers, save Dredd. "My opinions aren't exactly secret." Her tone shifts, moving into an easy, lecturing cadence. "The Justice Department, its culture, is flawed. The Justice System was created to protect the people and enforce the Law, in that order. In the years since your clone-father's death, we've lost track of that." There's a brief pause. "Not that the citizens are competent enough to run things themselves, mind."
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"And you're on the Council." he says slowly, in a wondering tone, almost to himself. He wants to burst out into laughter at the thought of it, but enough of the strange calm from before stays that he doesn't. "I can't even drokking believe this."
And he's aware that he's letting on more than he should, and some instinct in the back of his head is telling him to shut his trap. She can say this, but no matter how much of a chord her words ring in him, she likely wouldn't look too favorably on the blackmail, his extra-judicial relations, criminal consortions, or the failed heist at The Herc. He quietens, but Rico's never been a coward.
"You hold a very rare opinion among Judges. Seems rather too much like unjudicial thinking." He offers with a flash of a smile. It even seems genuine, and Rico's not sure himself if it isn't. "It's certainly the first I've heard of it. But if I were to say that I might agree with you? Say that this system, as it is - is flawed?"
He'd say a lot more than that, but he's wary of pushing it too far. To call it a black, filthy, sick joke - well. Let's see how she takes that first
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She scoffs. 'Unjudicial thinking'. That's something she's heard before. "You wouldn't be the first Dredd clone to think so." It's almost natural. So much so that she doesn't even realize she didn't refer to him as a Fargo clone. "I can be very convincing. Must be my charming personality."
In any case.
"I wouldn't say that the Justice System is unnecessary. Anyone who thinks that the Judges should disband is a dreamer. But we need to loosen our grip. Let the citizens take some responsibility for themselves. And if they drokk things up..." She shrugs. Cits are cits. Of course they'll drokk things up. "The Judges will be there."
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There's a faint spark of displeasure that arises at the thought. She didn't seem to let on that she knew Rico personally. So... Joe? She knew Joe, and she didn't know him? That was just unfair. He'd bet him and Beeny would get along much better than his little brother ever could.
"But I can imagine him now. Eighty and still as stubborn as ever. Not surprised he lives that long." Rico barks out a laugh as he shakes his head, dismissive and fond in the same breath. "Calling council members unjudicial," he mutters under his breath. "Of course he did."
But honestly, it's not nearly enough of a radical opinion as he'd hoped - of course, Rico, what were you expecting? - and the disappointment shutters off his expression, looking just a little more like the emotionless lawman she might know. But it's still something he wasn't even sure was possible, and it dredges up complicated feelings he can't seem to ignore.
"I believe we might have some - similar ideals, Judge Beeny." Similar. But not quite the same. The Justice System was a corrupt, festering mess, not worth salvaging at all, and he'd gladly watch the Justice Department come crashing down instead. "We've gotten far beyond the point where we need to stop. Wouldn't hurt to let the cits experience some personal freedom if they won't hurt themselves on it."
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Anyhow. She shifts just slightly. "The Fargo bloodline is a good one, but you can only sample and alter DNA so many times before it starts to degrade. Since clones are a perfect replica of the original, we've started taking their DNA samples directly rather than trying to squeeze every last drop out of the original donors. And, let's be honest, 'Fargo' doesn't exactly strike fear into the hearts of the citizens. Otherwise I'd be talking to someone with a name that's actually spelled right."
Fight her, Rico.
She stares at him for a moment after his statement about their ideals, clamping down on the urge to laugh in his face. "Not entirely what I expected to hear from a Dredd. You're usually... sticklers." She pauses. "Those of who you didn't quit and join the Space Corps or become actors, I mean." Vienna counted. Even if she was Rico's daughter and never a Judge.
Come to think of it, why hadn't Dredd recommended her for the Academy? Fear that his brother's sin would carry through?
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"Don't take it up with me. Blame the teks that named me. Not like I had any choice in the matter," he scoffs. Truth be told, he likes the name. Makes him feel like something more than he is, determined to live up to his terrible purpose if that's what they really wanted from them. They said so much themselves, didn't they? Dread.
"Half a dozen of me, but not any like me," he continues, a little snappishly. Looks like Beeny may have hit a sore spot there. But after a moment, realizes it might have been too much backtalk to a senior Judge he doesn't quite know. "But I don't see why they wouldn't," he concedes, grudgingly. "By all accounts, we are successes. Looks like me and Joe have some kids of our own, then." he says, cheered by the thought. To their knowledge anyway. Can't argue with academy results and arrest statistics.
But -
"Quit?" He asks, incredulous. "What do you mean, quit?" Either he heard her wrong, or -
He chuckles suddenly, like he's getting the joke. "I get it. You're just feeding me the stomm, aren't you? Since when would the Department ever allow that?"
The long walk, the academy, or death. Those were the three options Rico had lying in front of him, and he couldn't imagine things changing that much that any alternative could happen. Especially for a Fargo bloodline. They were valuable investments, and there was power in symbolism. The face of the father of Justice leaving the department? No way. It was unimaginable. It was easier to think it was all a joke.
Rico quietens, mind whirling.
But. What if? She can't drop something like that and not expect him to ask. It makes him a little angry, to be honest, as he reassesses her with suspicious eyes, but the anger is still distant, as if behind a glass screen. What the hell does she think she's playing at?
"Actor? Good one." He says, in a challenging tone.