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Discussion in 'Pandora, Year 1 - 7' started by Jonathan E. Reid, Jul 7, 2018.

  1. Jonathan E. Reid

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    July 25th-Year 7
    @Connor RK800

    It had been a month since the article was published concerning the recent influx of vampire hunters. An article staying as fair and unbiased as possible, listening to both sides of the story. Capturing the struggle of being a vampire, but also explaining the hunter’s version of events. A highlight that this curse effected everyone in some way. Usually for the negative.

    And yet: nothing seemed to change with the article’s publishing. Vampire Hunters still plagued the city, vampires still didn’t trust the Watch enough to report their harassment or crimes. The only difference it seemed was that vampires started traveling more in packs, were far more wary of being alone at night with groups of hunters carrying torches and marching about like it was war.

    Perhaps it was war. The body count and the victims seemed to increase on both sides. At day there was a ceasefire, and at night the battles continued in the discreet boroughs of Pandora Town.

    For Jonathan E. Reid, on a night where he had a rare shift off (forced via Dr. Zeigler and Dr. McCoy: apparently he was being ‘overworked’), he found himself not actually taking the night off. Instead he quietly watched from the shadows, waiting for a call for help like some shadowy vigilante, or for a group of harassing hunters to walk by.

    Tonight it was neither. It was merely the worst-case scenario…..

    The problem with most vampire species, unlike Jonathan’s own, is that the second death usually turned the vampire to dust. That’s what he found as he teleported down to the street: a collection of dust and ash. A broken stake left behind. The body gone and turned back to ashes, there was no way to have an official determine cause of death except guess work.

    The good Doctor knelt by the remains, rummaging through the pockets left behind and finding a wallet and ID. Jessica Morris: vampire. With her clothes, she was likely on her way back from a night club when she was attacked. The stake was handworn, and had probably broken off inside of her. Else the Hunters would have taken it with them, and….

    His sensitive hearing caught the sound of footsteps approaching. He teleported as they arrived, but did not go far. Choosing to crouch hidden on a fire escape above…. Watching to see if it was the hunter coming to return for his favorite stake.
     
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  2. Connor RK800

    Connor RK800 Detroit: Become Human

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    The City Watch had received an anonymous tip about a potential staking of a vampire occurring in Tavoie Borough. Connor hadn't taken the call himself, but he had been told that the woman had been as brief as possible, refusing to identify herself and asking that she didn't get involved. All she would say was that she heard a commotion, a scream, and found a pile of dust in the alleyway near her apartment. She had said that the City Watch should probably check it out, and promptly hung up the phone. No one knew if she was a vampire or human, but whatever she was, she obviously did not want any involvement in the heated tension between the races. It was a reminder of how severe things had gotten. The fact that the City Watch decided to deploy their new android recruit, even though the crime had not taken place within the Blackhaven division, was another reminder.

    Connor knew why he was being assigned cases related to the vampire hunter ordeal. He might've been a machine, but he could detect the behavior of his living and undead peers around the office. Nobody wanted to touch those cases with a ten foot pole. Lines were too clearly drawn between those that believed everyone should be treated equal, and those who thought the vampires had it coming. It made sense that they would let the new guy, the low man on the totem pole take it. "Half of these investigations will take place in the middle of the night, and you don't need sleep, so it works," somebody had tried to tell him. "That, and if things go really wrong, you don't actually have blood, so the vampires have no reason to hurt you." Connor had thought that was a strange thing to say, considering it was the vampires these cases were trying to protect, but he hadn't said anything.

    In a way, it almost felt like he was in Detroit again. Both his original city and Pandora Town seemed to be on the brink of civil war, all because humans didn't see the opposing party as living things deserving of basic human rights. At the same time though, the fact that this affair was dealing with vampires of all things was a firm reminder that he certainly wasn't in Detroit anymore. At least here he could firmly say that he wasn't choosing a side. Vampire or human didn't really have any relevance to him. He had a job that he was assigned, and he was going to do it. Once upon a time, he had the same perspective with the android revolution back home, but now... Well, things were complicated. More complicated than he liked to admit. He had been having so many thoughts that were against his programming, ideas that were dangerous and threatened to compromise the very core of what he was designed to do...

    Perhaps it was fortunate that Connor had been pulled out of that situation when he was. At first, it had been terrifying. After all, he was built solely for the purpose of hunting down deviant androids, and there were none here. What was he without his mission? What was worse, was that there was no CyberLife here to give him direction. He tried and tried again, but he just couldn't connect with Amanda, and at the end of the day he realized that maybe that was for the best. If CyberLife determined that there was no longer any deviant threat, then RK800 was no longer a necessary model. He'd be rendered obsolete. He'd be deactivated. Only a few weeks ago, he might've felt an accepting numbness at the idea, but now? Now, he was afraid to die. It was foolish, because he wasn't alive in the first place and deactivation wasn't death and he wasn't designed to feel like that, but he was still frightened. But he wasn't deviant. No matter how he felt, he couldn't accept the idea of becoming deviant. He couldn't just run off and do whatever he wanted like so many deviants tended to do. Therefore, he stuck close to what he knew. He had joined the City Watch as a detective, where he could put his skills and programming to good use, and decided that was enough for now. Kamski had said a war was coming and that Connor would have to decide which side he was on. The android supposed the war would have to wait. There was another one to deal with right now, and mercifully, it wasn't his.

    Connor finally arrived on the scene, and found exactly what he had been anticipating. It didn't take his advanced processing power to determine what had happened, judging by the sight of the broken stake, abandoned clothes, and pile of ash. Still, he couldn't leave anything to chance. He approached the pile of dust, knelt down, and performed a quick scan on it. He picked up a high level of dry calcium phosphates, the primary substance in human ashes, and by extension, a vampire's. Connor let out a sigh. He had figured this wasn't a prank, but now he had his proof. This was definitely a crime scene. Without moving, Connor interfaced with his communication system. The LED in his temple swirled into a yellow blow as he dialed the City Watch, and he spoke to the person on the other end of the line as if they were standing in front of him.

    "This is Connor with the Blackhaven Division of the City Watch," he began. Being able to call someone on the phone simply using his internal processor was a common feat of androids, but it had still surprised his new peers. There was no one with him right now to gawk at him though, which made the process go marginally easier. "I'm at the potential crime scene at Tavoie Borough. I'm confirming that he do have another murder on the vampire hunter case. Requesting backup." Connor could certainly investigate the scene on his own, but protocol was protocol. The area had to be roped off, evidence had to be formally photographed, and the remains had to be respectfully removed. The dispatcher confirmed his request, and hung up with no unnecessary pleasantries. The LED on Connor's head returned to its default blue. While he waited, he would do as much investigating as possible.

    First, the murder weapon. Connor picked up the remain of the stake, turned it over in his hand, and did a quick scan. No finger prints. He shouldn't be surprised. The vast majority of these murders had been premeditated, vampire hunters who took it upon themselves to go out and minimize the vampire population as much as they could. Whoever this one was had been smart and decided to wear a pair of gloves. He also picked up that the stake was made from a sturdy oak wood and was hand carved with a sizable knife, but that hardly helped the investigation. However, the fact that the stake was broken could be helpful. He took a mental image of the broken end (literally), and committed it to his memory. It was unlikely, but if he did see the stake's missing half out there somewhere, he wanted to be able to recognize it.

    Then, there was the clothing. It looked like she had been at a nightclub prior to the attack, judging by the fashion sense. That would provide a good place to start for the investigation. Once he was done with his initial assessment, he could research the closest nightclub, go there, and start asking questions. Perhaps there would be some security cameras along the way, if he was especially lucky. Before he got wrapped up in that though, there was the wallet.

    Connor returned his attention to it, and ran a quick scan for prints by simply looking at it. There were two particularly fresh pair. One was from the victim, obviously. Then who was the other? It didn't make sense that the assailant would conceal his prints for the murder, only to take the gloves off and ruin his cover by trying to rob the girl. Out of curiosity, Connor looked into the wallet itself and found a healthy wad of cash still there, undisturbed. Whoever's prints those were, the person had not intended to steal from the dead, and it was also highly unlikely that they were the murderer. If they were, then they might've been the most clumsy killer Connor knew to date (and he had access to a database containing information on every known murderer in Pandora Town).

    A quick analysis revealed that the second set of prints belonged to a Jonathan E. Reid. A quick search revealed that he was a citizen of Pandora Town and a doctor. Perhaps they simply knew each other? It was possible, but the fingerprints seemed so fresh and clear, no sign of smudging or fading. The contact had been recent.

    Just how recent though?

    Suddenly, a hint of paranoia crept into Connor's mind. He felt like he wasn't alone, and it wasn't because his back up had arrived. Cautiously, he set the wallet down, straightened his back, and listened for any sign that he wasn't exactly alone out here.
     
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  3. Jonathan E. Reid

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    Jonathan had to get used to a lot when it came to Pandora. First and foremost was the adjustment to law enforcement knowing about vampires. In London: when Hunters attacked him on the street, there was no hiding behind Scotland Yard. There was no reporting the likes of Prewin, no luxury in being able to file a report. The never ending fight between Hunters and Vampires went relatively unnoticed, and the understanding between the two groups was to keep it so. If humanity knew of vampires, vampires would lose the predatory edge that kept them alive for so many centuries. At the same token Hunters would be replaced by the law. The dichotomy therefore continued on through eons, with not one cop to be had.

    Here in Pandora this was not the case….. not really. Jonathan still was harassed by hunters. The difference was that the Watch and government were made well aware of the struggles between vampires and humans. They just didn’t seem to know how to fix it. It was like being asked to fix issues between a wolf and an old English sheepdog. The wolf went after sheep, the sheepdog went after the wolf. The food chain would not end without drastic effort, and members of the Watch had to be willing to step in.

    After April, understandably, many of the Watch thought the vampire community deserved it. And dragged their feet in reports and investigations. This left vampires like Jonathan to conduct their own investigations to protect their own communities. So he was understandably surprised when a man with the Watch’s uniform badge arrived, began speaking into what he thought was perhaps a Bluetooth item asking for backup as he looked over the scene, confirming his identity as a Watch Detective.

    Except that he wasn’t a man. No: as Jonathan observed from the fire escape above he could sense no heartbeat in his chest. At first he thought the man was a fellow vampire, and such a case would rightly make sense if he was left in charge of vampire-related crimes. But as Jonathan’s vision shifted to grey…. He found he could not even see one drop of blood in the Detective’s veins.

    It wasn’t that the man below was undead…. It was that he was purely something else entirely. The Doctor and scientist within Jonathan erupted in a sort of curiosity. How is a creature alive without blood? How does one operate with no heartbeat nor vitals? Sadly he could not, and would not, teleport down and ask. Blackhaven detectives started to arrive, Watch began taking out the crime scene tape. Jonathan’s pocket held the dead vampire’s ID, taken in the fit of panic when he realized someone was coming. And there was absolutely no way he could just…. Give it back without getting into substantial trouble for messing about the crime scene.

    He took advantage of his ability to move silently, creeping up the fire escape in the hopes of making it to the roof. Once there, he could go from roof to roof via his teleportation, remaining undetected from the Detectives below. Later on he’d find a way to get the ID back in police hands. He knew the girl’s identity, and he could work on that….

    …. Best laid plans, as they say. In A microscope of a minute, a Detective from below was fiddling with a torch. The light from the flashlight, for the briefest of moments, flashed upwards. To someone looking up above, it would illuminate Jonathan’s tapetum lucidum. A reflective surface between the optic nerve and the retina that humans lacked, but certain nocturnal animals possessed. Including the ultimate nocturnal predator: the vampire. It was the glowing eyes that you came to fear in the dark, through pure human instinct that something was stalking you. It could see you but…. You could not see it.

    The Detective whom had flashed the light didn’t seem to notice, none of them did. Except for one…. The one without a heartbeat or blood in his veins.

    Jonathan panicked: teleporting with a flash of black shadow to the roof’s edge. Pausing to see that he’d probably indeed been seen, then made his way onto the roof proper. Pausing, he found some electrical equipment boxes that casted a long shadow, and hid himself up underneath it. Hidden from view, he could watch and see if the detective in question came up with backup, and then move from there.
     
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  4. Connor RK800

    Connor RK800 Detroit: Become Human

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    Regardless of whatever eerie feeling Connor might've been picking up on, there was no other life on the street until his coworkers with the City Watch arrived. They wasted no time getting there once a murder had been confirmed, even if tensions between the races were high. Perhaps it was a sign that they still had some level of professionalism in tact, or maybe the more human employees just wanted to get it done and go home for the night. Either way, the efficiency was appreciated.

    Connor had completed his preliminary assessment for the most part, but his peers still had to be filled in. Some worked at securing the scene and the evidence, while others chatted with the android about his thoughts in the matter. Things were running pretty routinely, but something always just felt a little off. It was as if Connor was missing something. There had to be some stone unturned, something that went unnoticed. It was beginning to drive him crazy, until one of the officers began fiddling with a flashlight in an attempt to get the darn thing to work. It finally flickered to life, pointing up aimlessly toward the night sky. It was promptly turned back to the ground, and nobody around thought too much of it. That is, nobody except for CyberLife's most advanced android model to date. It happened in a split second, but that was all Connor needed to prove what he had suspected this whole time.

    As the light hit the fire escape, it caught a pair of eyes. Not just any eyes, but glowing ones, as if they had belonged to some sort of cat or raccoon. It wasn't any animal though. They were too big, to intelligent. Connor had been right on his hunch. They certainly weren't alone out here.

    Connor's eyes locked with the mysterious pair for only a moment. His were the only ones that did, so he was the only one who noticed them disapear with a rise of smoke. Connor let out a shocked gasp, one a little too genuine for someone who breathed only for the sake of making humans feel more comfortable around him. It was something he'd never seen before. He knew about supernatural occurrences in Pandora, of course. The moment he had connected to Starknet, he had done his research, learning everything about this place that he could. Citizens disappearing into a puff of smoke seemed almost boring compared to other things he'd heard about. Still, researching it and seeing it for himself were two totally different things. He looked over at his fellow Watchmen. Nobody else had noticed. It was only him who saw it.

    That meant he was faced with a choice. Whatever it had been up there, it had fled for a reason. It was related to this case somehow, Connor was sure of it. But did he alert his peers? The longer he thought about it, the less time he had to chase whatever it was down. With hardly a second of processing, Connor turned from the small cluster of officers, and subtly darted off into the shadows. Fortunately, everyone else was too wrapped up in the investigation to notice. He was taking his chances, but the more people came, the higher the chance of scaring whoever or whatever it was off became. It might be a witness. It might be the killer. Whatever it was, Connor had to find it and talk to it, no matter what. Besides, his body was much more durable than any of his teammates were. If things went south here, he'd probably be the best off. That, and Connor always completed his missions. No matter what the cost to himself.

    His skillfully designed agility came in great help as he scaled the fire escape as quickly as he could without drawing undue attention to himself. He could only see in the dark slightly better than most humans, despite his advanced programming. Somehow though, he still managed to spot the silhouette of something looking back at him from over the roof top, only for it to vanish again. This only made Connor climb faster. He hoisted himself up onto the roof itself with little effort, but immediately slowed his pace once he was there. He saw no one, but that didn't mean that he was alone.

    Connor walked forward with caution on the roof top, his eyes carefully examining the shadows for any sign of movement. It was silent. It was still. Regardless, he couldn't just assume he'd been seeing things and leave. He had definitely seen something here, and he had to investigate on every opportunity. So, even though the rooftop seemed entirely devoid of life, he spoke.

    "Are you still up here?" he called out. He kept his voice neutral, pleasant even. Still, he didn't phrase it as "is someone here". He spoke to whoever it was directly. He knew they were there, and he wanted them to know it. RK800 was specifically made to deal with things on the run from the law, so he knew how to manipulate the careful art of words.

    "My name is Connor," he began. Introducing yourself always made things seem a little more personal, whether the perpetrator wanted it to be or not. He paused for a moment though on the follow up. This is where he'd usually introduce himself as the android sent by CyberLife, but was that really necessary here? Nobody here knew of CyberLife, and there were so many species that identifying himself as an android right away was hardly relevant. It was his habit, it was his programming, and yet... It didn't make too much sense here.

    "I'm a detective sent by the City Watch." There. That was similar enough and held just a little more weight here. Still, introducing himself as a detective and not as an android felt strange, but he wasn't about it give it too much thought here. Instead, Connor took a few slow steps forward, and decided to test his luck.

    "Is your name Jonathan?" he asked to the tense night air. "I found your finger prints on Jessica's wallet," he explained. There was a fifty-fifty chance of Connor's hunch being right. The prints had just been so fresh though, and it would make sense if Jonathan was the one watching from the shadows. For what reason, he didn't know. However, if his hunch was correct, it'd let this person know just how cornered he was, even though the detective couldn't see him.

    "You're not in trouble. Nobody's going to hurt you," he reassured. "I just want to talk."
     
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  5. Jonathan E. Reid

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    Jonathan cursed his own stupidity. Tampering with evidence might be the least charge he might obtain. Potentially he might end up becoming a suspect in a crime he most certainly did not commit. Raphael Santiago would have choice words for him if he found out about the Doctor’s clear foolishness. His sensitive hearing picked up on the sound of someone following, and his only option seemed to hide and hope they passed by…. Assuming they didn’t merely think he was a figment of their nighttime imaginations.

    In a town where anything was possible, why not illusions as well? He clung to the shadows behind the equipment with a particular care, watching on as the Detective who had first arrived appeared. His attention was careful on the sounds behind him: it seemed that no detectives were following him. The sounds below the building were diligent men and women of the law. Where otherwise there’d be a lot more shouting and commotion likewise.

    The Detective continued onto the roof, his lack of heartbeat just as eerie as Jonathan’s own dead heart in his chest. His first question went ignored, the second noted: his name was Connor. Jonathan assumed it was a last name, from a society where last names were introduced rather than firsts.

    The good doctor listened as he took several steps forward, debating his options. Continue hiding and hope he give up and leave. Attempt to use memorize if he got too close. There was also the very real option of trying to knock the strange detective out but…. Reid abhorred using violence against a man merely doing his job. No matter how strange a man. So his final option was merely to use teleportation and hope that the man didn’t-

    "Is your name Jonathan?.... I found your finger prints….”

    Bullocks.

    He knew his name, he somehow had already gained his finger prints and was able to match them instantly. A certain feeling of horror grew in Jonathan’s chest. He was at most a cornered animal relying on the mercy of the detective. Jonathan closed his eyes and let out a sigh. His choices were now dimmed significantly. Talk it out with the detective, memorize, or run and hide out.

    None of them felt appealing in the slightest. Baby steps then would be the routine.

    He teleported again, reappearing on top of the maintenance doorway structure that allowed access to the apartment building at their feet. He had the higher ground, as it were. Something that made him a bit more comfortable… considering he still had no clue what manner of creature the Detective was.

    ”Do not make promises or assurances you cannot keep, Detective Connor.” Jonathan stated above the detective, alerting the other to his presence, in a deep rumbling baritone. His pale blue eyes observed the other with a wariness. Despite Dr. Reid’s human like appearance: his heart rate equaled approximately zero at the current time. Yet blood continued its way through his veins regardless. He was a medical anomaly: by all cases he should be a corpse yet he was walking.

    The Detective before him however had neither of these things, which made him unknown. And this made Jonathan wary. Because of this: he let the Detective initiate the conversation. Remaining standing there imposingly, a sight that would make a human reflexively flinch away. An active instinct response to the image of a predator above them.
     
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  6. Connor RK800

    Connor RK800 Detroit: Become Human

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    For a moment, it seemed like there was no one else up here. That was impossible though. Connor had seen someone flee in this direction. Some human detectives might've thought they'd been imagining something or that it was a trick of the light, but Connor had no such doubts. His eyes were too acute to misidentify something like that, and his computer-like thought process left little room for doubt in what he did or did not see. Whoever was here, they were either still hiding from him or had vanished. He thought back to that plume of smoke he had seen before. It was possible this being was capable of some sort of teleportation, which would explain how he made it from the fire escape to the roof top so quickly. That would certainly complicate things.

    That train of thought proved to be irrelevant though. A voice suddenly cut through the silence. Connor spun around to find its source, and it took a second before he finally spotted the figure looming high above him like some sort of bird of prey. He gave no outward sign of shock, other than the briefest flicker of red in his LED alerting him of potential danger. If this person meant him harm, he couldn't show any signs of weakness. Still, his processing power devoted a little more energy to his reaction time, in case the situation arose where he had to depend on his reflexes to save him.

    For the time being though, the man seemed to be holding his ground. He was only doing what Connor had suggested; talking. A quick facial scan revealed that his guess had been correct. Jonathan E. Reid was his name. He was a doctor with the Pandora Town Hospital. These were all things he knew already by running the prints, but a full body scan revealed new information. Typically, RK800 could read vital signs of any person they scanned. In Mr. Reid, there seemed to be none. There was no heart beat. Nothing. By all means, this man should be dead, yet here he was. A rush of discomfort briefly came over him in the presence of what was by all means a medical impossibility, but his new data quickly justified it. This man was a vampire. He had to be. It explained so much; the lack of vitals, the smoke, and the glow in his eyes. There seemed to be different subspecies of vampires, or at least not all of the information on them collected in Pandora always seemed to match, but this version lined up with the traditional stories of them.

    This information brought a few new elements. One, Connor knew he had to be careful. While he highly doubted vampires had any interest in the Thirium that ran through his body instead of human blood (while humans did often call it "Blue Blood", it certainly wasn't the same thing), he still had to be wary of the unnatural strength and agility at play here. Connor was sturdier and faster than most humans himself, but his own power had never been tested by a vampire before. Those creatures could probably break him much easier than a human ever could, if all the stories were to be believed. Second, no heart rate mean that he couldn't properly assess Jonathan's stress levels as he questioned him. He could still read his face and his body language, sure, but that was one major advantage suddenly taken away. The third point was much more positive for Jonathan though. If he was indeed a vampire, then him being a suspect for perpetrating the murder didn't make much sense. Why would a vampire stake one of his own, after all? Then again, RK800 was a model designed to take down his own kind (he was reminded of that every time a deviant cried and begged for mercy, saying things like "you're one of us" or "why are you doing this" like they thought that it would help), so perhaps the point was moot. Still, statistically speaking, it did lower the chances of him being the killer, even if running away had been an incriminating act.

    Connor supposed there was only one thing he could really do now. Jonathan Reid didn't seem like he was going to bolt, so the detective was going to go ahead and ask his questions.

    “Fair enough,” Connor replied, his voice calm and even. Whoever this man was, he was a realist. He wasn’t going for Connor’s friendly, reassuring approach. That was fine. He could adjust his approach. If Jonathan was going to be more pragmatic, then so would he. Whoever he needed to be to get the result, he would be.

    “I’ll rephrase then. Nothing will happen to you if you give me a good reason for hiding out on a crime scene, besides being the killer, of course.” He cut right to the chase. There was no need to beat around the bush. His tone wasn’t accusatory, merely pointing out how bad things looked. “Why did you run from me? I wouldn’t think a vampire would kill their own kind, but you can’t deny how suspicious that seems.”

    “You are a vampire, aren’t you Dr. Reid?
    ” He raised an eyebrow as he asked for confirmation. Connor was fairly confident in his assessment, but this was his first time truly identifying a vampire of all things.
     
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  7. Jonathan E. Reid

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    Jonathan supposed he looked quite the picture. Standing atop the structure, wind ruffling the edges of his coat, eyes far too pale blue to be human, skin too white to be healthy. Probably could star in some vaudeville horror if he’d been back home, and the effect worked against the strange Detective in exactly that way. Jonathan couldn’t read a heartbeat, that was true. But the strange flicker of red at the man’s temple, and the slightest tensing that his inhuman eyes were able to pick up. Regardless of the small signs of alarm: Jonathan was impressed by the Detective’s self-control. Most human detectives would have likely at least drawn a weapon, insist he get down and give himself up.

    Not that a gun would help much even if he did so.

    He almost mentioned that he wouldn’t hurt the Detective. That he didn’t kill or attack unless it was in self-defense of Connor attacking first. But the discussion was a mute point: Detective Connor had a particularly large amount of authority here. He could shoot at the vampire and claim Reid had attacked first. No one would question it. And Jonathan would be driven from the city: a loss to his position and the few friends he’d made within the Sanctuary. No: best to remain silent and not give Connor any reason.

    At least the Detective dropped the friendly friend act. Jonathan had enough experiences with authority to know that when an officer claimed they just wanted to be your friend and help you, it was bull. Officers were sworn to the public, not to the individual. And their goal was to solve crimes in order to keep the general public safe. Even if it sometimes meant their arrests were wrong. In this conversation: Detective Connor had to leave fully assured that Jonathan was not a danger to the public. Else Jonathan would have to take to roughing it yet again. A disappointing possibility, considering how far he’d come.

    ”….What gave it away? The pale skin? The teleportation? The creepy grandstanding?” He asked, despite himself, the dry wit a slight drawl on his baritone. He didn’t think his species was on his file, the only thing declared to Pandora Town proper his occupation and name. He didn’t even have a home address. He wasn’t even sure Dr. McCoy had his species on record, the Chief of Staff listening to his desire to remain discreet seriously. No one wanted a vampire preforming an operation on them, after all.

    Jonathan let out a sigh, crossing his arms as he stared down at the Detective. Ekons were deceptive by nature. The very purpose of their subspecies was to blend in with the human population, using mind tricks and persuasion to get what they wanted: namely blood. The issue at hand was simple: how much to tell the Detective that would not lead to him trying to arrest him. Sticking as close to the truth as possible would help.

    ”It is an awkward position to be caught in, I’ll admit that.” Jonathan allowed, as if Connor had caught him walking out of a porn shop, not lurking above a crime scene. ”The root of it starts with the fact that Watch Officers very rarely, if never, stop when they see piles of vampire ash. When I heard you arrive you surprised me: for all I knew you were the Hunters. Trying to come back and get your broken weapon.”

    That was true: Hunters had turned bold recently. With the Watch doing very little to help, why wouldn’t they just waltz back and claim their weapons again?

    ”By the time I realized you were a Detective, and your backup arrived, I thought it best to get out of your hair since you all seemed to have it under control.” He smiled, with his fangs retracted it looked like a normal human smile, ”Mostly: to avoid a conversation like the one we are having now, though…... I also make it a point to stay out of the Watch’s sight as much as possible. Your colleagues can be….” He paused and thought of the best word for it without necessarily insulting the Detective, ”A trifle edgy around vampires.” The Watch was dominated mostly by humans, and while that wasn’t always the case, other supernatural entities within the Watch even had a particular dislike of vampires. When your instinct told you to murder in order to survive, you didn’t make friends with law enforcement.
     
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  8. Connor RK800

    Connor RK800 Detroit: Become Human

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    "It was the lack of vital signs," Connor answered back promptly when asked how he had known what Jonathan was. "You don't have a heart beat, and your temperature is unnaturally low. The pale skin and the teleportation did help support the theory, though I've never heard of 'creepy grandstanding' as a primary trait of vampirism." That was the only thing about RK800 models, even this particular one with a high software instability. They weren't programmed to pick up on humor. They also weren't programmed to think how weird someone might've thought it that he could read their heart rate and temperature just by looking at them. Then again, androids were very common place back in his world, so perhaps he was just used to people seeing the CyberLife symbol on his jacket and knowing right away what he was.

    He listened to Jonathan's story carefully and without interruption, carefully processing the information as it was given. So far it sounded pretty legitimate. It'd only be natural that vampires were extra cautious nowadays. With hunters roaming the streets and half of the City Watch prejudiced against them, it was only natural that one would be looking out for their safety first. That didn't explain why he had stayed on the scene though, if he suspected Connor might be the hunter coming back for his weapon. Running away, or teleporting away as it were, would've been the most practical choice.

    Another hole in the story came when Dr. Reid phrased his fleeing from the police as simply "getting out of their hair". He hadn't exactly casually left when he noticed the City Watch doing their job, Connor thought. He had run from them the moment he was spotted. The description hardly matched the actual tone of the event, but then again humans often phrased the things they did with a little more dignity than what had actually occurred for the sake of their pride. Maybe vampires weren't all that different. Regardless, Connor did understand why Dr. Reid would want to avoid this conversation. No one wanted to be questioned by the police, much less someone who fed off the blood of living creatures. It did raise the question of whether or not this man was perhaps guilty of some other crime, or if he was one of the vampires who claimed to live off of animal blood and willing donors. That, however, pertained to another case at another time. Right now, this was Connor's current focus, and he stuck to it.

    "Understandable," he began, once again invoking the negotiation tactic of aligning yourself with one's target. Dr. Reid might've been a realist, but earning trust was still of value. "Let me assure you that you'll receive no such prejudice from me. I'm neither human nor a vampire, so my only motive here is to solve the case quickly and accurately." While Connor knew of the ulterior logic that had led him to being assigned to this case, he also thought that it was a smart move in the grand scheme. Like he said, he was of neither species, and therefore had no personal stock in this affair. He'd act fairly and without bias, which was much more than some of his human peers were capable of. He knew how easily they could be swayed. After all, his own partner had decorated his desk back in Detroit with anti-android propaganda. Another detective had punched him in the stomach when he refused to serve him coffee. Humans were very much prone to bias. Having an android on the case really was the best option.

    "So why were you there in the first place?" he probed. Dr. Reid had stated his reason for sticking around, but not why he was on the scene to begin with. "Were you there when Jessica Morris was killed, or did I interrupt you while you were trying to steal from the dead?" Now his tone was a little more accusatory. He needed to put the pressure on now, remind Jonathan that he did have some information against him. Referring to the finger prints found on the wallet ought to do the job. If he put the vampire on the defensive, he would either slip up, or answer with a more straightforward honesty to clear his name.
     
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    The man ignored his attempt at humor completely, causing Jonathan to raise an eyebrow slightly as he listed off all the reasoning’s as to why Jonathan was so clearly a vampire. So he could tell fingerprints, could tell a person’s heartbeat and vitals. He wasn’t a vampire himself. And he confirmed it as he continued on: explaining he wasn’t prejudice because he was neither human nor vampire.

    ”Indeed…. And if I may: what are you exactly?” Jonathan questioned, ”Forgive the bluntness but…. You have no heartbeat. Nor blood either.” Connor himself was ready to admit that he was not human nor vampire. So just what kind or manner of creature was he?

    ”I think I’d make a very poor thief, if that assessment was the case.” Jonathan pointed out with a small quirk of his lips. ”No….. I was not there when the poor girl was murdered. The purpose was to potentially be there to save her but…. Clearly I was too late.”

    such a statement demanded elaboration, and of course answering his initial question. Jonathan spread out his arms, looking quite helpless for a moment. ”Picture it: you arrive in a world where people harbor a fear and hatred of your kind. The local law enforcement doesn’t lift a finger when one of you is killed, and the media writes one article where they highlight the murderers as misunderstood.” The newspaper article, despite Santiago’s best efforts, was a bust as far as Jonathan was concerned. The inclusion of the hunter’s side of the story made it seem acceptable for that kind of vigilantism to continue. The vigilantism that ended in murder.

    ”The solution, as far as I’m aware, is simple.” He stated calmly, ”Neighborhood watch. If I can catch the hunters in the act, I can help the victims fight them off and help them escape. And get them to a safe place.” The look in his eyes turned slightly sad for a moment, ”And if I’m too late? Tell the victim’s clan or family the bad news.” He took the ID out of his pocket, holding it up for Connor to see, ”The only thing I took was this. I was going to take it to her place of residence, notify her next of kin.”

    It was partially true: Jonathan would help save anyone though. Human or vampire from any threat. It was always in self-defense. What he didn’t tell the detective was that he was looking in the ashes for a particular tool a certain group had taken to using against the undead. A terrible tool. It didn’t matter though: the girl didn’t have the small rod within her ashes. The group Jonathan was monitoring hadn’t been responsible, not tonight.

    And he knew the detective might automatically point out it was the Watch’s job to conduct such matters. But they hadn’t been doing their job, now had they?

    ”Trust me: if I was there when Jessica Morris was attacked…. She’d likely still be alive.” He said this with an assurance: from a vampire who had plenty of experience fighting off hunters.
     
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  10. Connor RK800

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    Connor lifted his eyebrows ever so slightly at the question. It was strange to be asked that, but he supposed it made sense. Here in Pandora, androids weren't exactly the norm. It seemed like every household and business had at least one in their possession back in Detroit, and the blue triangle that served as CyberLife's logo clearly marked all of their products. People were able to recognize Connor as an android by mere sight back then. Now, things were a little more complicated. Being able to access Starknet and learning everything he could about this place made accepting the strangeness of the whole situation easier, but he supposed there were still things left to get used to. Explaining what he was seemed to be one of them.

    "I'm an android," he answered bluntly. "An artificial intelligence designed to assist humans in day-to-day activities. In my case, I was specifically designed to be of assistance to the local police force." Some androids were built to be maids. Some were built to be nurses. There were even androids build to be lovers, both in the purely sexual sense or in the emotional sense (even if those emotions were just binary and code). Dr. Reid probably didn't know the difference, but identifying his specific purpose made sense to the RK800, since "android" could mean so many things back home.

    Despite himself, the corners of Connor's lips gave a small twitch at the "very poor thief" comment. At least Dr. Reid seemed to see the potential ridiculousness of that theory as well. Unfortunately though, the remark was followed up by the fact that he had not witnessed the murder, which was a shame. It would've made things much easier for them both, assuming that he wasn't lying, of course. Connor found himself internally cursing Dr. Reid's lack of a heart beat. Being able to assess his stress levels medically would've been a great benefit right now.

    Connor managed to keep himself neutral, even in the wake of a sad comment about not being able to save the deceased vampire. However, something Dr. Reid began to say caught the android's attention, and not in the way that he had been anticipating.

    ”Picture it: you arrive in a world where people harbor a fear and hatred of your kind. The local law enforcement doesn’t lift a finger when one of you is killed, and the media writes one article where they highlight the murderers as misunderstood.”

    Connor didn't have to picture it. He already knew that world. He hadn't arrived in it though. He had just left it. His eyes subtly drifted to the ground for a moment as a few memories flickered in his mind. People did not take kindly to androids back in Detroit. The unemployment rate had skyrocketed since they were introduced to the mainstream, and humans never forgave them for that. What's more, CyberLife began releasing more personal models, androids that could be used as sexual and romantic partners. They even began releasing androids that resembled children for the lonely couple that didn't want the responsibility of a real baby. People began to fear that androids were replacing people, and not just in the job field. And then the deviants appeared. Androids began to "wake up". They suddenly developed a glitch or a virus or something in their systems that made them believe that they had emotions and thoughts of their own. Most of these androids had belonged to people who had abused them. Their abuse had awoken them, and once they were awake, they were scared. They began to fight back. Some even killed. That was why Connor, why all the Connors, were designed. CyberLife tried to squash it, but instead a leader rose. Markus, whoever this android was, had organized the deviants, and scared people even more. They were so scared now that there was talk of rounding up every android and placing them in recycling camps to destroy them. And no human batted an eye at that. Because at the end of the day, androids weren't people. They were machines. They were property designed to serve humans. They weren't designed to feel pain or emotion or want justice. The moment they dared to ask to those things, they deserved to be destroyed.

    "You're the only one who can stop all out war Connor," Amanda had told him. He was supposed to be on the human's side. His goal was to stop the deviants, fulfill his mission, and then quietly await whatever future CyberLife planned for him.

    Then why was it that he felt this way when Dr. Reid's statement reminded him of the androids' plight? He had no right to sympathize with the deviants, or with the vampires. It simply wasn't in his code. "What is it that you want Connor?" Kamski, the creator of CyberLife himself had asked him. Connor had replied that what he wanted wasn't important. In truth, he didn't know what he wanted. And he didn't know why he suddenly felt more inclined to believe what Dr. Reid had to say.

    A self-diagnostics system in the back of his mind warned him that his software instability had increased. It had been doing that a lot lately, it seemed. But he had other things to worry about right now.

    Connor blinked the troubling thoughts away and forced himself to look back up at the vampire in front of him. Dr. Reid was now explaining why exactly he was there. Thank God. No more beating around the bush, which significantly worked in the doctor's favor. It seemed that the vampires were organizing themselves, similar to how the deviants seemed to be gathering up at Jericho. Whereas the deviants hid illegally though, these vampires had the right to protect themselves and each other, so long as they didn't assault or kill any hunters unprovoked. There was the matter of deciding whether or not Jonathan's story was truthful, but he suddenly brought forth a piece of evidence that seemed to help his cause. Connor recognized the ID for what it was, and suddenly the fingerprints on the wallet made a lot more sense.

    Once Dr. Reid was finished speaking, Connor stayed quiet for a moment while he made his assessment. Then, he spoke.

    "Alright," he began. "I'm going to believe you for the time being." He hadn't presented an alibi, so he wasn't totally off the hook, but the odds of Dr. Reid being the killer tonight were pretty slim. Connor hoped that the momentary instability in his software hadn't had an effect on that judgement. "Perhaps we can be of assistance to each other then." They both wanted the same thing, and if Dr. Reid's story was true, then he ought to be willing to help him. "Did you see anyone or anything suspicious when you arrived on the scene? It seems like you have more experience with the hunters than I do. Is there anything that I might've missed?" He felt that if Dr. Reid had seen anyone or anything fitting that description, he would've said something, but you never knew. Humans often overlooked and even forgot important details when they experienced trauma. Perhaps vampires could be the same way.
     
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    Jonathan had all kinds of ideas of what Connor could be. He’d been a doctor in Pandora Hospital after all: and all kinds and manner of creatures came through that they had to adapt medical treatments all the time to prepare. Elves, fairies…. Once even a monitor came in with a stuffy nose. All the fantastic supernatural creatures, and Jonathan was always intrigued every time one came through the door.

    An android, however, was something entirely new that it almost made Jonathan forget himself in his scientist wonder: eyes growing wide for a moment as he realized he was speaking to a machine. Like Tik-Tok in L. Frank Baum’s Oz: except synthetic skin to cover the nuts and bolts and make him completely human-like.

    There were so many questions he wanted to ask. Did he feel pain? Emotions? Was he programmed to do so? Was his entire world full of people like him, to the point where there were communities of android living together? What about the humans and the symbiotic relationship they shared with their creators?

    All of these questions though seemed rude for someone who was just met, and Jonathan merely cleared his throat and resisting the urge to ask. ”Apologies for staring.” He muttered, ”It’s merely….. in 1918 London we didn’t have such technology. Not in anything but science fiction novels.” Perhaps that was what inspired humanity to create andriods? Who knew. ”So I must say it’s the first time I’ve met an android.”

    There was also another thing: he was built to serve humans. Did this programing make him instantly more biased to humans? Or was this for any social-based life form? Jonathan would find out.

    He waited on a quiet edge as Detective Connor seemed to ponder the good doctor’s story. What would he do if the Detective pulled out the handcuffs? He wasn’t sure memorization would work on an android. A feeling of dread at the thought of spending the night in a cell and accused of murder made him wonder if he’d have to flee the city until the actual killers were caught. Or catch them himself in order to clear his innocence.

    Finally though: it seemed his story was well enough. The Detective believed him….. ‘for now’. So it seemed that he would have to take the time to sniff out the real killer. Joy.

    Jonathan let out a sigh, jumping down from his platform so that he was on the same level as Connor. Except for the slight rustle of clothes, his feet eerily made no sound as they hit the pavement. Another reminder of what he was.

    ”I didn’t have a whole lot of time to look at the area, or process much.” He admitted as he walked over to the edge of the building, looking down at the police scene below. ”Still…. Vampire hunters usually hunt in two or more groups. The only singular hunters are the kinds that don’t know what they are doing.” They were rarely a danger, either. Often times they spread fliers about the evil vampires and didn’t even recognize one if they were talking to their face…. Which Reid had done before. If not for the hilarity.

    He looked back up at Connor, ”The stake was broken…. And considering it’s size it was probably in a crossbow. Likely a group distracted her while another shot, else she probably would have had the speed to dodge.”
     
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  12. Connor RK800

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    Connor didn't think much of Dr. Reid's staring, even with the apology pointing it out. He was used to being stared at. Usually when he was stared at though, it was with a dirty look and accompanied by mutterings of anti-android sentiment. He did, however, take note of the vampire claiming that he was from 1918 London. Typically he would find such a statement ludicrous, but this was Pandora. According to his research, people could be brought into Pandora from any time, from any place, and from any sort of reality. Despite what he had been programmed to know back in Detroit, a vampire from 1918 London was perfectly possible here.

    "I don't mind," he reassured plainly. "Besides, we didn't have vampires in Detroit in 2038, so I suppose that makes us even." The corner of Connor's lips quirked upward somewhat in something resembling a smile. While he wasn't designed to have a sense of humor, he was designed to try and connect with people and put them at ease.

    Connor took an automatic step backward to give Dr. Reid space as he jumped down from his perch. His landing was so soft that it barely even picked up on his sensitive audio sensors. Something in his code gave an uncomfortable shift, as if noticing an anomaly that simply shouldn't be but being unable to dispute it, but his systems adaptability came to his rescue again. Vampires were different then humans, so he had to think of him in a different manner. He was graceful, for sure, and Connor personally noted that as a trait of at least this kind of vampire. It must've been a huge benefit, considering their predatory nature. Connor himself could sometimes be graceful, able to leap from building to building and determine the best route from point A to point B, even if it was unorthodox. However, there could also be times where Connor's systems told him to just act and throw himself head first at the objective, which could sometimes be... less graceful. The time that he had attempted to leap through Lt. Anderson's window and flopped straight onto his back was evidence of that. It seemed like the vampires had that edge on an android, at least.

    The bad news was that Dr. Reid apparently hadn't had time to see too much. That was disappointing. The good news though was that the vampire could give insight to the hunters' behavior that the City Watch's files could not, which was very useful. Despite having Starknet practically living within his brain, he hadn't been able to get to much information on vampire hunters. A few articles here and there, but otherwise data was scarce. It seemed that the government bias against vampires ran deeper than a few Watchmen dragging their feet on these cases. Connor paid close attention to this information, committing to memory instantly as he heard it.

    "That all makes sense..." he muttered as he filtered through the information. "So we're looking for multiple suspects, and the murder weapon is most likely a crossbow... I might have to take a second look at the scene, see if I can reconstruct what happened with that new information." He hadn't considered a crossbow in his initial assessment, which seemed foolish now. In his defense though, none of the deviants in Detroit, Michigan were exactly killing humans with a crossbow (that he was aware of, at least).

    Connor scratched his chin as he thought, not because it itched, but because it was a common human expression of thought that helped him blend in better with his human peers. An idea briefly came to mind. It was a bit of an extreme one, but this was a bit of an extreme case. Well, it certainly wouldn't hurt to put it out there.

    "Do you think these hunters would still be out trying to kill more vampires tonight?" he asked. "If they also feel that the City Watch isn't helping vampires, then they wouldn't feel any need to go into hiding." He didn't know if Dr. Reid would know the answer, but it was worth a shot. If these humans were so determined and so organized, it wouldn't be so surprising to think that they, or at least their fellow hunters, would be looking for more than one quarry to claim this evening. In their logic, they hadn't committed a crime, so why should they be cautious and hidden like any other criminal? "If they're still out there, it's possible we could find them if we search areas where vampires are known to travel. Or, at the very least, we could find one of their peers for questioning, if they're as organized as you say." He could also identify the missing half of the stake if he saw it, but the odds of that possibility were significantly lower (but not completely out of the realm of possibility).

    Backtracking and trying to find information at the nearest nightclub still seemed to be the best lead, but it would just give a facial description at best. The perpetrators wouldn't actually be there. If Connor could hunt them down tonight, it'd bring things to a quick end. It was a slim chance, but it was an option worth considering.
     
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    Jonathan was absolutely fascinated by the idea of androids…. Machines designed to look like humans. Hell as far as he was concerned, Detective Connor even had human attributes. But now was not the time to ask his questions. Not when he was a murder suspect, no matter how mild a suspect he was.

    There were times when Jonathan’s dry humor came out far darker than he intended. For those that knew him well and long, they didn’t bat an eyelash at these moments. But for others who didn’t know him well enough….

    ”Well…. That you knew.” He told Connor with a grim smile, ”Humans and society weren’t aware of us in my time either.” Vampires after all: survived for so long because they were able to hide in plain sight. For all Connor knew: vampires did exist. They just did so quietly.

    He was mostly kidding too: because all worlds were indeed different. He meant it as a simple jab, in any case.

    They moved onto the more pressing concern: clearing Jonathan’s name and finding the Hunter responsible would be the focus. Because otherwise Jonathan would most likely be charged just so that Pandora Town could sniff and insist they were doing their best with the Vampire and Vampire Hunter issue. He crossed his arms as he looked down on the crime scene again, ”You might want to look for traces of blood as well…. I doubt she went down quietly.” Vampires were not some… timid people who would cower when attacked. Likely her instincts alone would insist she fight back. They could very well find traces of the hunter’s blood on the ground down there.

    There was silence for a moment, before Connor spoke again: Jonathan’s pale blue eyes flashing back to the contemplative Detective as he asked if the Hunters would still be around. Still be hunting. The vampire doctor paused, walking a step or so away from the edge of the building as he thought over Connor’s suggestion.

    ”…… It really depends.” He admitted, running a hand through his short cropped hair. It was starting to get longer. ”Some hunter groups will go until day break. Others will kill one or two, then go celebrate a successful hunt in some pub somewhere. It really depends on how militant… and how serious…. They really are.”

    Reid hesitated then, looking out over to the east side of Pandora. To the clubs and party scenes that the girl likely just came from. The question of how involved he wanted Detective Connor in the affairs of vampires. At the same time: wasn’t that the complaint? Pandora Town not caring about their vampire population? Here was a Detective: caring. Might as well give him a chance….

    ”….. I could be your bait and trap, if you’d like.” Jonathan offered, hesitantly, ”Your guide to being a vampire in a city full of hunters, as it were. We might not catch the group in question…. But the experience will give you a good idea about how these groups operate.” He offered a smile, ”And give you some arrests.”

    Cops did that all the time, did they not? Pretend to buy drugs only to arrest the dealer? How was this any different?

    ”I warn you though…. I don’t know how much I can protect you once they attack us.”
     
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  14. Connor RK800

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    Dr. Reid introduced a very troubling idea, whether or realized it or not. There were no vampires in Detroit... that Connor knew of. At first, Connor's processors rejected the idea, deeming it ridiculous and impossible because vampires didn't exist, but then he remembered that yes, vampires did exist. Well, at least in Pandora, they did. Apparently where Dr. Reid had come from, vampires weren't exactly integrated in society like they were here, so who was to say the same wasn't the case in Detroit? That couldn't be true. Connor had access to the police databases for the city of Detroit, and there was no mention of any vampire related crimes. Then again, he supposed the apex predator of the night was designed to cover its tracks, and if they didn't want to be discovered, then there wouldn't be any record. Connor's brain jumped back and forth between "that's impossible" and "yes, it is possible", which was extremely uncomfortable to say the least. His LED spiraled yellow has he strained to process it. His eye twitched a bit as it tended to do when his operating system started working a little bit too hard.

    Connor blinked and shook his head. He ordered himself to stop thinking about it. He had a mission, and he had to prioritize that over struggling over some silly paradox.

    It was an easy task to perform as Dr. Reid kept talking. The android's LED faded back to a normal blue as he focused on that instead. The vampire suggested looking for blood, and Connor gave a single nod as he added it to his list of things check. His initial search hadn't turned up any blood, but he had also been looking primarily at immediate area around the ashes. If there had been a scuffle, there could be very small traces within the area. If he could find any traces of blood, he could take a sample and have a suspect's name immediately. It was one of the benefits of having a miniature forensics lab built into his tongue. There would be no waiting for DNA testing and matching. He'd have the results right away and they'd know who exactly they were looking for.

    Dr. Reid's response to his question walked somewhere down the center, not exactly denying Connor's theory, but not confirming it either. He supposed that was fair. Still, it did give him more information and allowed him to better weigh his odds of being successful. Connor was doing just that when Dr. Reid made an offer that shot the odds in their favor up significantly. He looked at the man, obviously mulling over the thought with seriousness. Using a vampire as bait... It was a great idea. These hunters were obviously adamant about their work, so following around a vampire was bound to put him in contact with at least one of the suspects or one of their cohorts. Working alongside Dr. Reid would also help prove his innocence, especially if they came out of it with an arrest. Again, the odds of Dr. Reid being the culprit were very low, but even the smallest suspicion had to be cleared in matters like this. The only downside of the plan was Dr. Reid's safety. He was basically offering to put himself in harm's way for the sake of the case. If things went south and something terrible happened to him, the responsibility for be Connor's. A few weeks ago, Connor wouldn't have let that thought hold him back. He would've just seen a drastic increase in the odds for success, and would've went along with it without a second thought. Now though, the thought popped into his head right away. Dealing with the fallout from such an event would be inconvenient, and as for how he would react...

    Connor pushed aside the thought immediately. He shouldn't be thinking about that. He should be thinking about what was best for the case. If Dr. Reid wanted to risk his life, that was his decision. Connor should just focus on taking advantage of every opportunity he was given to complete the mission. It was what he was designed to do.

    "That's very generous of you to offer, Dr. Reid," Connor acknowledged. "It would definitely better our chances of making significant progress on this case tonight. If that's something you're willing to do for the investigation, I'd be more than happy to collaborate with you. Thank you."

    "And don't worry. I'm equipped with a self-defense protocol, since I'm engaged in more dangerous work than most android models." While domestic assistant androids were programmed never to raise their hands to a human (up until they broke through their programming and went deviant), RK800s were expected to engage in risky situations. He could and would respond to threats against him, and was even authorized for lethal force against other androids. "You should be more worried about yourself, Dr. Reid. It's you they'd be going after, after all. But I'll do everything in my power to ensure you make it out of this situation safely." He pulled back his jacket to reveal the handgun resting in the hostler on his hip. The City Watch had been generous in making sure its detectives could defend themselves, and their experience with the abnormal hadn't made them think bat too much of an eye at arming an android. "It'd be a shame if anything happened to you because you volunteered to help me tonight."
     
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    The grim jest created a relatively interesting reaction in the Detective. His face twitching, and the light on the side of his temple flashing at an alarming rate. It was enough of a change that Jonathan almost asked if the man… or android rather….. was alright. Then the Detective seemed to recover from whatever fit he was undertaking on his own, and Jonathan let it drop with only a slight look of concern.

    Luckily they could move onto the far more pressing concerns at hand. Jonathan waited patiently as the detective extraordinaire thought over his proposal. Thinking over it: he wondered if I was wise to offer himself up as a sitting goose. Vampire hunters were known for their own breed of viciousness, and Jonathan only ever fought them with his all. He doubted the good Detective would want him to dig his fangs into any potential suspects.

    So it would be a challenge indeed. He’d have to hold himself back once the Hunters engaged them. Hold the beast back, specifically. All while keeping himself and the Android Detective protected.

    ”Hardly generous: I have an invested interest to make sure the poor girl receives her justice.” He smiled slightly, ”And it’s hardly any trouble. Every night walking down the street in the open I run into some vampire hunter or other. You are literally shadowing me on a regular night stroll after work.” Perhaps this would be for the best after all. Once a law enforcement officer saw just how bad it was to be a vampire in this city, in this current climate, it would surely change how much attention this particular issue received. Surely.

    The Andriod assured him he had some sort of self-defense, showing a gun. Jonathan gave a slight nod: ”Very well. Hopefully they’ll back off immidately once they realize you are there. But more likely they’ll be infuriated with your presence. Prepare to be potentially branded a leech sympathizer and attacked.” He warned: while some hunters exclusively hunted vampires and didn’t kill humans…. More likely this group would see a non-vampire protecting a vampire as bad as.

    ”Come then, we might as well hop to it.” He moved over to the side of the building, waiting for Connor to approach. ”I’ll teleport us down. It should be quicker.” He held out a hand for Connor to take, struck with the realization that he’d never teleported with an android before. Couldn’t have been as different as teleporting with a toaster oven at work, right?

    Once Connor took his hand: he would have had the sensation of black mist overtaking his vision. If he was human, he would have been chilled to the bone with the cold it brought. And he would feel his feet leaving pavement for half a second…..

    Then they were on the street. The police scene across from them. Jonathan looked to the Detective expectantly. ”…. Was that alright?” Some humans vomited their first teleportation experience with a vampire. He wondered how an android would take it…
     
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