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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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He's all loose, cocky confidence now, the only sign of his earlier, violent state being the drying blood near his mouth. He gives a heavy sigh, like he's indulging Wash by deigning to answer his questions.
"I have places to be." Rico drawls, a hand on his hip. "Moving congestion from one high-traffic area to another high-traffic area doesn't solve anything. This crowd needs to be dispersed for public safety. And I wasn't going to be violent, until the Juve here just admitted to provoking a Judge. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes."
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"Kubo didn't handle the situation well, I'm not going to argue that," Garrus starts, briefly glancing at Kubo before turning to address Wash, "but that doesn't change the fact that Rico threatened him with bodily harm before being provoked."
The last word was hit with a heavy dose of sarcasm, because in no sane world does being insulted by a child count as provocation for assault If you're that thin-skinned, you shouldn't have a weapon, much less a badge.
"I know I don't have much room to talk considering the situation, but Rico had every intention of making good on that threat based on what I saw."
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He thought he'd done right. He thought he'd done the best he could, with someone threatening him with harm, parading around in ways that said he'd threaten other people who couldn't defend themselves, who didn't have powers and unbreakable swords and a willingness to look terror and hate in the eye and stand up to it.
He didn't hear much else other than Garrus' declaration that he hadn't handled the situation well. Kubo clutched the strap holding his shamisen to his back, his determined expression fallen, looking to the ground. He'd gotten someone else hurt, and they regretted being hurt for his sake. How many others could say the same?
He could never have hoped to stand up against Rico on his own, anyway, without being hurt. If Garrus hadn't been the one hurt on his behalf, who else would it have been? His father? Wash?
Someone was always going to get hurt because of his choices. Whether to stay out late, or defend his pride against a bully.
He'd done wrong and gotten someone else hurt, again. If there was something else for him to hear, he didn't hear it.
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It doesn't escape his notice that Kubo visibly wilts like a Cursed Earth sapling. Is that all it took in the end? Pathetic.
"Enough of this." Rico demands, impatient. He turns to Wash. "Pass your sentence."
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"Enough." He doesn't need to be loud when he can be sharp, and he cuts through the conversation completely, rounding on Rico. "You're new, Arbitrator, so you may not know that standard practice around here is to get the entire story before passing judgment." Stick that in your pipe and smoke it. "While Archangel spoke out of turn-" His tone makes the words an admonishment, and he's definitely sending Garrus an apology after this. "-he did provide me with needed information. To that end-"
He turns to face Kubo. "Paperboy, you will report to Kid Quantum's office within twenty-four hours to provide an explanation of events and receive your punishment. Beetle, as his guardian, I expect you to ensure that he does. You are both dismissed." It's completely backwards - they all know that Beetle will forget within the next thirty seconds and Kubo is responsible enough to make his way to Kid Q's himself - but it makes a good show for The Law, and that's what's important right now.
He turns to Garrus next. "Archangel, you are to report to medical. Upon completion of treatment, you are to report immediately to Kid Quantum's office for debriefing and punishment. If you fail to do so, I will see to it personally that your sentence is doubled." Yep, definitely sending him an apology later. "You are dismissed."
Finally, he turns back to The Law. "Arbiter, you are to report to Kid Quantum immediately for debrief. I will accompany you to forestall any further run-ins. Now let's go."
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"Very well, sir," he drawls, the last word delivered with so much amusement that he might as well not have said it in the first place. "If you're so inclined to be my tour guide..."
Without waiting for anybody else to react, he strides past them with head held high, slowing just a bit as he saunters past Garrus, staring him down with a smirk on his face, a flash of malice in his visor. He ignores the juve and fat man on the other side, not bothered with making an effort to intimidate them. The latter would be wasted effort, and the former will get his turn.
He'll get plenty of opportunity to do that later, he's sure.
And if not, he'll make sure.
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The rest of it though, had gone down as expected, except maybe for Rico going quietly. Considering how self-righteously he'd faced everything else here, he'd half-thought that he'd make an issue out of it when things turned against him. Maybe that same, unwavering belief that he actually was the embodiment of justice was letting him walk out of here with his head held high - confident that this would turn out his way. It would certainly explain the smugness plastered across Rico's bloodied face.
Garrus meets Rico's eyes as the latter swaggers past, but doesn't react more than a slight twitch of his mandibles. If Rico was trying to piss him off, it was working, but Garrus wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.
This wasn't over though. He could feel it.
Once Rico had moved past, Garrus turned to Kubo and Beetle. He looked Kubo over, scanning him for any sign of injury, and finding none, his expression softened a bit.
Good. At least one thing had gone right, here.
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-hard to tell with him, though, as ever. Regardless, Kubo will find a set of hands gently placed on his shoulders, a brief reassuring squeeze given at his reactions to all this. Moving a little around isn't a bad thing, right?
Once the orders are given, another hand raises to give a salute- "Yes, sir!" And Kubo's shoulders are given another little squeeze before he's being not-quite-gently tugged away. Someone has just a little more storytelling to do...