WHO'S THAT POKEMON?

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Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Where: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
When: May 24 - 27
Summary: GET IN HERE AND MINGLE
Rating: BUT PLEASE MARK YOUR THREAD CONTENT ACCORDINGLY
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[plasticasshole]

[Connor thinks about what would happen if Reed showed up here, and his face twists into a displeased expression.]

I have no secrets, but there is someone I wouldn't want to show up. He punched me once because I refused to make him a coffee.

[Because he didn't obey a human.]

[be_notorious]

I hope that's not the end of the story. What, he punched you? You didn't punch him back?

Brother, when someone comes at you, come at 'em twice as hard. He shows up, don't give him the chance to punch you again. [Honestly, Drifter overreacts to violence displayed towards him. But he'd prefer to over-react than underreact. He's not a big fan of the cathartic qualities of revenge. The bad stuff has always lingered. But he has enjoyed the satisfaction of neutralizing an enemy before it can make his life more of a chore.]

[plasticasshole]

No, not at the time. Later he tried to kill me, but I knocked him out.

[He couldn't bring himself to kill Reed, however awful he'd been to him. Plus, it would have caused him a lot more trouble. He can still say that he got the last punch in, though.]

[be_notorious]

Well, that's better than nothin' I guess. Never did like it when people tried to kill me.

[And he barely, barely stops himself from saying that he'd come down harder on his own potential murderers. Best to not be admitting any homicides here. Doesn't seem like the place that openly welcomes that kind of thing unless you're from a hellpit.]

[But fuck. He could be wrong.]

So, Brother? You got any special android things you get to use while we're all mixed up.

[plasticasshole]

[He gets the implication, and he can't say he disapproves entirely. Connor has killed several humans that tried to kill him before, after all. Nothing wrong with self-defence.]

I have several functions, yes. As an android, I don't need to eat or sleep, and I don't feel pain. I was designed to work with the police, and as an advanced prototype I can use the clues in my surroundings to reconstruct a crime scene in my head. I can also taste something on my tongue and analyse the properties of it, for example blood. I can tell you who the blood belongs to, how old the blood is, and other factors such as if there were any drugs in the victim's body. I can also imitate voices.

[be_notorious]

You can do what with your tongue? [There's a crease to Drifter's brow to rival Hank's when he mentions that.] Well, I won't ask that you show me that one or anything. Besides, I know of a way to get good scans. I don't reckon I can try it here.

[And even if he could, he wouldn't. Currently he feels the Light. But he doesn't feel his ghost and that is fine by him.]

You sound like a high-grade Redjack. You just got more of salesman face and less of a jungle gym look.

[plasticasshole]

A Redjack?

[Connor doesn't know what that is.]

How would you scan things?

[Drifter doesn't look like he has any kind of scanning functions on his body.]

[be_notorious]

Robots meant to do tasks. Some of 'em spy tasks. From what we figure, exos were war bots with human personalities in 'em. [He thinks he can almost remember where they came from. Almost.] People still make robots to use 'em. Nobody makes Exos, though. Ever'body is pretty sure they come from a place called "The Deep Stone Crypt". They all think of it. They all dream of it.

[Robots that actually dream. What a world.]

Doesn't matter. My scannin' device ain't here and I'm fine without it.

[Which is for the best. Good riddance. He can figure things out with his own two eyes and feel a world better]