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Who|: Alex Murphy and OTA if you want a run-in with the law (high possibility of Alex attacking depending on criminal activity levels.).
What|: A neurosuppressed Alex Murphy patrols the first floor of the Arena's Mall. He's on the lookout for theft, damage to property, assault, squatting, loitering, etc. There is a high possibility of Alex attacking depending on the criminal activity he witnesses - he will start with verbal warnings, escalating to non-lethal incapacitation to lethal force depending on resistance from the other Tribute. That said, he's also obligated to assist "law-abiding" Tributes if you need the muscle.
Where|: First Floor
When|: First couple of days, early Arena
Warnings/Notes|: Don't litter in front of him. It's a downward spiral.
Having no ranged weapons means Alex Murphy's effectiveness is halved - any pacification will have to be hand-to-hand and that's unacceptably slow in comparison. Suspects can slip away, hide, squeeze their bodies into spots that he's too big to fit. Alex puts out a call for backup but his HUD comes up with [...CONNECTION ERROR....TRY AGAIN...] and he assumes at this point he's operating alone.
Fine. He was built to operate without a partner because those slow him down, make another target that he needs to protect. He doesn't approve of his missing weapons or the connection errors, though, and that will have to be dealt with once he's back. Staff need to be fired. He'll need more maintenance.
Alex moves on without getting shook up about how screwed up everything is. He was told about what they did to him, listening as one of those techs shedding glitter on him went on about neurosuppression, how he'll be much better in the Arena this time around. He agrees. He doesn't worry about a Tribute jumping out of him from the shadows or keep thinking about that non-existent backup. No more adrenaline spikes. Alex simply makes his rounds, a steady thud of armored graphene announcing where he is at all times. His head swivels left and right, the visor's red slit gleaming red as he checks for crimes in progress and it doesn't matter how big or small it is.
It will be dealt with.
What|: A neurosuppressed Alex Murphy patrols the first floor of the Arena's Mall. He's on the lookout for theft, damage to property, assault, squatting, loitering, etc. There is a high possibility of Alex attacking depending on the criminal activity he witnesses - he will start with verbal warnings, escalating to non-lethal incapacitation to lethal force depending on resistance from the other Tribute. That said, he's also obligated to assist "law-abiding" Tributes if you need the muscle.
Where|: First Floor
When|: First couple of days, early Arena
Warnings/Notes|: Don't litter in front of him. It's a downward spiral.
Having no ranged weapons means Alex Murphy's effectiveness is halved - any pacification will have to be hand-to-hand and that's unacceptably slow in comparison. Suspects can slip away, hide, squeeze their bodies into spots that he's too big to fit. Alex puts out a call for backup but his HUD comes up with [...CONNECTION ERROR....TRY AGAIN...] and he assumes at this point he's operating alone.
Fine. He was built to operate without a partner because those slow him down, make another target that he needs to protect. He doesn't approve of his missing weapons or the connection errors, though, and that will have to be dealt with once he's back. Staff need to be fired. He'll need more maintenance.
Alex moves on without getting shook up about how screwed up everything is. He was told about what they did to him, listening as one of those techs shedding glitter on him went on about neurosuppression, how he'll be much better in the Arena this time around. He agrees. He doesn't worry about a Tribute jumping out of him from the shadows or keep thinking about that non-existent backup. No more adrenaline spikes. Alex simply makes his rounds, a steady thud of armored graphene announcing where he is at all times. His head swivels left and right, the visor's red slit gleaming red as he checks for crimes in progress and it doesn't matter how big or small it is.
It will be dealt with.
If you want Alex to attack
placing this here because I don't mind an attack if need be
Only a deaf person could ignore the commotion his suit makes and while many have the excuse of the earlier "fireworks" display to thank for that, Natasha's a bit more aware of her surroundings. The floor shakes, as do objects nearby, and it's enough to draw her attention towards the source.
"You're in better shape than before."
Natasha comments idly, as if to make small talk all while watching him. No longer were his movements awkward, but how? True, it has been some time since they last spoke, but has his condition improved so much in the past few weeks?
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"I've had my scheduled maintenance." The black visor tilts a fraction to the side as he registers the rest of her. Between the outfit and the tags still hanging off the backpack, he's forced to change his marker for Natasha from "law-abiding" to "484", his eyes going back to her face. "Did you pay for those? I need to see proof of purchase such as receipts, ma'am."
He steps forward, looming and expectant. As theft isn't that high up on his priority list, he queues up [ APPROPRIATE FORCE RESPONSE - ISSUE VERBAL WARNING ] first. If Natasha's unable to produce receipts, Alex is prepared to confiscate the contraband and return it to the store. Repeated offenses, of course, will result in skipping the verbal warnings...
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No. She cuts the line to that paranoia off and faces reality as it is before her.
"Of course, officer." Not that she has any receipts on hand, but she's a quick thinker. "It was paid for in blood of my friend. I could take you to see the corpse on the ice, provided they haven't swept it clean yet."
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"You didn't answer my question," Alex comes closer, one mechanical step at a time. "Please return the merchandise so I can put it back in its place without filing a report. I won't ask again."
He doesn't care about the dead - they aren't going to break any laws, obviously, and his duty is to protect and serve the living. What they do with the bodies out there isn't his business and it never has been. Alex holds out his graphene hand, rotating on its joint to face Natasha palm-first. Waiting. He has two options at this point: accept cooperation (preferred) or take the stolen merchandise from Natasha by force (authorized).
If you want Alex to assist
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She doesn't bother with a changing room, because cutting off her line of sight by locking herself in a tiny room is surefire stupidity; instead she ducks behind a rack and strips down to her underwear, grabs a pair of jeans that look like they'll fit, and pulls them on. There's a security tag on the waistband, but it presents her little trouble; she learned to get those off with minimal damage years ago. Next, she needs a shirt, and she stops to consider those for a moment before reaching for a tank top.
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He stops to survey the clothing racks, his movements unhurried, too-smooth to be organic. When Alex turns to pace down the aisle, he pivots with his body divided up in segments. Head comes first, then chest, then hips, everything precise and unworried about the idea of a Tribute coming at him from behind a display. Hard to stab you in the chest when you have several inches of graphene and titanium in the way.
He finds Skye in the women's area at the tank tops. His targeting reticule dances from her face to the jeans, then over to what looks like a tag on the floor a few feet away. [ Possible theft in progress ] pops up on his HUD.
"Have you paid for those, miss?" Alex asks, polite, with that clinical disinterest.
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Did she pay for these? Really? She's been abducted by a police state, thrown into prison, assaulted by a peacekeeper, and now chucked into this arena for the happy murder Hungry Games. That's payment enough, thanks.
But Skye just smiles, completely exuding confidence barefoot in only jeans and a bra. "I'm requisitioning them, actually," she says, mimicking his professional tone. "Federal mandate."
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It's...disappointing.
"Federal mandate," Alex repeats flatly. "What branch? Name?"
Not that he can check, but he knows from experience that if you keep pushing on those grey-area suspects, you can sometimes get them to fold in their own lie. So far Skye's confident attitude is buying her precious time and she hasn't shown any common tells like looking away or nervously blinking. No licking of the lips or shifting weight from foot to foot. The good news is he hasn't moved closer to confiscate the clothes, Alex going so still it's unnatural as he studies her.
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"SHIELD," Skye supplies, turning to place him just at the edge of her line of sight so she can grab a tank top and pull it on, tucking it into her jeans. "Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division."
He seems to be buying it. It's even less than half a lie, and that's what makes it so easy to sell: in her world or out of it, with her team or without them, she's still a SHIELD agent. It's a part of who she is now.
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In other words, he's ready to offer her another pair of arms. It's part of his job description to assist federal agents if they require it and he doesn't have it in him anymore to grumble about federal agents pissing all over Detroit like Detroit doesn't matter. He ignores the tag on the floor.
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Besides, there's no reason to be Agent May when Agent Skye is just as real and more her.
Skye pulls a flannel shirt off a hanger, cracks the tag, and pulls it on.
"Enough to fly solo until my team can come in and extract me."
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He glances over as someone shouts, the sound cut off. He debates breaking conversation with Skye to check it out but decides ultimately to make sure she's properly assisted first. She is a federal agent, after all. He prioritizes her just underneath an OmniCorp Red Asset and above the average law-abiding citizen.
That said, he isn't sure why flannel seems to be important to her. Clothes are clothes. And that shirt looks so flimsy it won't stop incoming weapons.
"How can I assist you?"
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But--no. There are so many reasons why that's a bad idea. For one, she's no Coulson or May, and she's sure as hell no Ward; she'll slip up sometime, give something away, and then she'll be dead more likely than not. And for another, she can't help thinking of Mike, and how much that feels like it would be taking advantage.
"Is the area secure?" she asks instead. "Are there any other tributes in the vicinity I should be concerned about?"
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"Mr. Barnes, Thor, Gannicus, Mr. Laufeyson, Starkiller, the Initiate, Ms. Milo, Ms. Cocktease, Ms. Romanova, Ms. Guevara, Mr. Garak, Mr. Solus, and Mr. Rogers, are rated as 11 and higher, respectively."
He pauses, then decides to amend that.
"Mr. Rogers is on my file as law-abiding, however, and saved my life in the past. He'll be the one least likely to kill you."
Unfortunately he can't tell Skye if the area is secure. Too many possibly criminal elements and he hasn't finished his rounds of the place.