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dualislogs2020-02-05 07:36 pm
notalive) wrote in dualislogs2020-02-05 07:36 pm
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WHO: Connor, Crazy Jane (/Dr Harrison), Travis
WHAT: Connor and Dr Harrison use the old-fashioned good-cop-bad-cop routine on Travis, with a twist or two
WHERE: In the tunnels underground
WHEN: ...idk, like now?
WARNINGS: Violence/threat of violence?
It's been a while.
Connor's used bits of his old programming for his own purposes - mostly it helps him fit in or manipulate situations when he needs to - but not for its original intention of interrogation and coercion, and not for a long time with his full capabilities restored to him.
He can scan things again, scan people, know things about them with a glance. It's strange how the chip not only dampened that ability, but made him perfectly comfortable with having his senses somewhat hobbled in such a way. Or maybe that was his own mind compensating for the absence. He doesn't know.
He doesn't look at Dr Harrison as they approach the door behind which Travis has been locked up for a while now. They talked this through. They know what they're doing. His hand is perfectly steady as he reaches for the door handle, and the man who walks into the room...is Connor, but it's a colder version. A version where none of the nerves he's had since they started discussing this are on show - the fear of failure, the reluctance to be who he was programmed to be.
All he's got now is anger.
"Travis Anderson," he says, and he has to suppress hard and fast the strangeness of saying that surname with this kind of contempt. Travis has been in here for a while - there's nothing even resembling comfortable or interesting in the small former storeroom and hopefully that just means he'll break all the faster.
"You might recognise us," he says without bothering to introduce them. "We were actually there in that warehouse the night you brought your new friends. If you'd been two minutes later, I'd have left already. I figured Marie and Mello weren't going to tell us anything. Not about the city, the Head, the Heart. Not a fucking thing."
He crosses his arms. Stares at Travis, part just to freak him out, but partly, too, to scan him - heart rate. Pupil dilation. Stress levels.
"But now we've got you instead."
WHAT: Connor and Dr Harrison use the old-fashioned good-cop-bad-cop routine on Travis, with a twist or two
WHERE: In the tunnels underground
WHEN: ...idk, like now?
WARNINGS: Violence/threat of violence?
It's been a while.
Connor's used bits of his old programming for his own purposes - mostly it helps him fit in or manipulate situations when he needs to - but not for its original intention of interrogation and coercion, and not for a long time with his full capabilities restored to him.
He can scan things again, scan people, know things about them with a glance. It's strange how the chip not only dampened that ability, but made him perfectly comfortable with having his senses somewhat hobbled in such a way. Or maybe that was his own mind compensating for the absence. He doesn't know.
He doesn't look at Dr Harrison as they approach the door behind which Travis has been locked up for a while now. They talked this through. They know what they're doing. His hand is perfectly steady as he reaches for the door handle, and the man who walks into the room...is Connor, but it's a colder version. A version where none of the nerves he's had since they started discussing this are on show - the fear of failure, the reluctance to be who he was programmed to be.
All he's got now is anger.
"Travis Anderson," he says, and he has to suppress hard and fast the strangeness of saying that surname with this kind of contempt. Travis has been in here for a while - there's nothing even resembling comfortable or interesting in the small former storeroom and hopefully that just means he'll break all the faster.
"You might recognise us," he says without bothering to introduce them. "We were actually there in that warehouse the night you brought your new friends. If you'd been two minutes later, I'd have left already. I figured Marie and Mello weren't going to tell us anything. Not about the city, the Head, the Heart. Not a fucking thing."
He crosses his arms. Stares at Travis, part just to freak him out, but partly, too, to scan him - heart rate. Pupil dilation. Stress levels.
"But now we've got you instead."