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[The post that pops up in the feed in the middle of the night doesn't appear to be made with Dave's comm device, but it's Dave that pops up on the screen anyway, and he looks like hell. A split lip, a bruise blossoming along the jaw, nose bloodied, and...there appears to be a dirty sock caught on the collar of his uniform?
Honestly, the weirdest part is probably that it's a video post in the first place. He doesn't have time to sit around messing with this too much, though. Even as practiced at typing as he is, it's harder to do while moving and judging by the background, he's definitely on the move.]
Rise and shine, [PROFANITY CENSORED]. Elevator closest to the infirmary. I know y'all are functionally a bunch of temporally helpless infants, all shaky legged, eyes barely open and all that, but I need you to get your [PROFANITY CENSORED] down here yesterday regardless.
[He's not even trying to dance around the vulgarity filter. It's real bad.]
Found our baddie. Tall lady, redhead, red tattoos. She originally had on a suit and a blonde wig and some kinda mask but no idea if she's sticking with all that. Crazy strong and fast. Pretty sure she can heal herself up, so that's awesome. Lots of ninja weapons, like this [PROFANITY CENSORED] not only ripped off Tenten's skin but also her whole schtick, it's pretty insulting honestly. The skin thing's probably still a bigger deal but hey, I'd be pissed.
[He's babbling a little, half mumbling by the end there, but his expression remains flat and unreadable the whole time. Finally he seems to get where he's going and he pauses, swinging the camera around to the scene in question. Blood everywhere, dents and furrows in the metal walls, smoke still pouring out from the elevator shaft.
The camera spins back to him, and he somehow only looks more tense.]
She got Wash. Probably someone else too, judging by the blood she already had on her when we ran into her, but [PROFANITY CENSORED] if I know who or where.
[He leaves it at that.
For anyone actually sleeping like a normal person at this time, someone comes running through the dorm area soon afterward to bang on walls and make sure people wake up. Seems like Dave sent over the people that had been on watch outside the infirmary.]
Honestly, the weirdest part is probably that it's a video post in the first place. He doesn't have time to sit around messing with this too much, though. Even as practiced at typing as he is, it's harder to do while moving and judging by the background, he's definitely on the move.]
Rise and shine, [PROFANITY CENSORED]. Elevator closest to the infirmary. I know y'all are functionally a bunch of temporally helpless infants, all shaky legged, eyes barely open and all that, but I need you to get your [PROFANITY CENSORED] down here yesterday regardless.
[He's not even trying to dance around the vulgarity filter. It's real bad.]
Found our baddie. Tall lady, redhead, red tattoos. She originally had on a suit and a blonde wig and some kinda mask but no idea if she's sticking with all that. Crazy strong and fast. Pretty sure she can heal herself up, so that's awesome. Lots of ninja weapons, like this [PROFANITY CENSORED] not only ripped off Tenten's skin but also her whole schtick, it's pretty insulting honestly. The skin thing's probably still a bigger deal but hey, I'd be pissed.
[He's babbling a little, half mumbling by the end there, but his expression remains flat and unreadable the whole time. Finally he seems to get where he's going and he pauses, swinging the camera around to the scene in question. Blood everywhere, dents and furrows in the metal walls, smoke still pouring out from the elevator shaft.
The camera spins back to him, and he somehow only looks more tense.]
She got Wash. Probably someone else too, judging by the blood she already had on her when we ran into her, but [PROFANITY CENSORED] if I know who or where.
[He leaves it at that.
For anyone actually sleeping like a normal person at this time, someone comes running through the dorm area soon afterward to bang on walls and make sure people wake up. Seems like Dave sent over the people that had been on watch outside the infirmary.]
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Nah. She was just there in the elevator when it opened like guess what's behind door number one, motherfucker. No idea whether it was even going up or down. Guess it's possible the blood on her hand wasn't from murdering someone, but whatever it is, I'm not into it.
[Gross.]
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[Beckett slumps against the wall, moving his hands like he expects to put them in pockets that the jumpsuit doesn't have. He scowls, and does his best to turn it into an inscrutable but purposeful gesture]
Blood on her hand? As in she'd dipped it in, or painted it on? I can think of a good dozen magic rituals and techniques that would involve getting your hands bloody. Aside from human or animal sacrifice, that is.
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[Dan does, however, get an idea.]
If she had blood on her hand, she might have pressed some of the buttons. It'll give us a better lead than nothing. [Dan's sense is that the alternative will be to just go check out every floor one by one, looking down the hallways for blood. And there are a lot of floors.]
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[He gestures at the open elevator shaft, smoke still drifting out.]
The elevator in question is a mess of rubble at the moment, so good luck finding anything. If you're hoping for fingerprints, we'll have to climb up and down to every floor that shaft connects to and see if there's anything on any of the call buttons.
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[Dan's certainly not going to sleep while there's anything he can do, even if what he can do is painstaking, probably futile stairclimbing and debris-parsing.]
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[With the deft motions of a teen who spends way too much time on mobile devices, Dave quickly flicks through pages on his comm to find that post again. He scrolls through the network one-handed. The other arm is really starting to throb, and he's beginning to think he should maybe listen to Adora and go to the infirmary.
Speaking of Adora. A new post pops up at the top of the feed and Dave pauses.]
Oh, shit. We may have found our missing victim. Either that, or this bitch just decided to get in an extra murder attempt before calling it a night.
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[Beckett has been doing his absolute best to ignore the rich, living smell of fresh, hot blood dripping just out of arm's reach. There isn't much of it, so it's not that hard, but it is rather like smelling the neighbor's barbecue when all you've had in the house for a week is plain oatmeal.]
You're leaking.
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Beckett and I'll check the wreck of the elevator, and if that don't give us shit, we'll start going floor by floor. Can't say it'll be helpful, but the worst it gives us is wasted time.
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Fine. [He swipes a hand across his split lip and it does in fact come away bloody, so he just sighs and stands and pockets his comm again.] Catra got wrecked. Debrief over.
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