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[raisedbybirds]

[Samus had missed the initial flurry with the murder of Amar Singh, as she was over at Adam's apartment tending to his wounds. It wasn't anything she regretted, but rest assured, as she came into the precinct the next day her efforts were focused on helping to gather evidence. By necessity of her trade, Samus was well adept at reading corpses and crime scenes. Perhaps she would have been the one to note the nature of the entry wound, and the second bullet that missed him and lodged in the adjacent wall. Aside from the mismatching ballistics profile, all other evidence wasn't looking very promising for the suspect.

Pinkman would take the stand tomorrow. Samus, for the most, seemed content to not give any statements and only procure the evidence to be used in the trial; let the lawyers do the layering. The results should speak for themselves one way or another. She would quietly observe the (ridiculously theatrical flying holographic screens and all) court proceedings as she had been, and then go back to working on a personal case of her own: how Adam truly sustained his wounds.

Zagreus has also been distantly on her mind. Ah, yes... she should probably check in with the Doctor and Blue...]

For the record, next time there's a party don't invite a horde of dragons and firework robots, or whatever those were. I've been picking wings and scales out of my suit all week.

[Private text to one (1) Doctor]

I haven't seen much of you since the masquerade. Have things with you-know-who stabilized?

...Thanks for the Christmas vodka, by the way.

[Private text to one (1) Blue]

Just following up from the masquerade. Are you feeling [how do expressing concern...] better...?

[Private text to one (1) Prestor]

I'd like a minute of your time.

[OPEN ACTION]
[As implied Samus has been a busy lady again these past few days; going to-and-fro from the police department, around the Hold and in the city as her job/business takes her. Perhaps she's working hard down at the precinct talking about space jazz with Calhoun and Shepard around the water cooler yelling at Adam for stealing her snacks god stop it, or she's investigating for the trial, in the market/shops shopping for spare mechanical parts/tools, hunting wild burger beasts to feed Maya, or just out and about.

If she's in the police department or her apartment, she's probably not in the Power Suit. If she isn't, she'll have her big conspicuous suit of orange alien space armor on.

Either way, Samus is very susceptible for random (even literal) run-ins as of late.]

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[shoesfitperfectly]

Stabilised, but not resolved. I'm somewhat under a self imposed house arrest in the TARDIS until I can find a way to purge it completely.

And you're welcome.

Re: text

[raisedbybirds]

Just a band-aid fix for now, huh? Is there anything that can be done? A way to cancel it out? Anti-time vs. anti-time, maybe?

[Something like that she's not really going to try and wrap her head around the first idea that popped in mind, for however feasible it may or may not be.]

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[shoesfitperfectly]

I'm afraid so.

We're still researching what we can do to be rid of it completely. Unfortunately fighting fire with fire won't work in this situation, but if you have any suggestions or know of anyone who does, I'd gladly hear them.

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[raisedbybirds]

If a bullet can be put through it, then that would be my best advice.

[While she considers this a perfectly valid suggestion, she realizes it probably won't be as practical as she'd wish. Samus is no scientific slouch, and can at least follow in these matters, but this would be a bit beyond her capabilities.]

Gordon Freeman, I would recommend; he has a brilliant mind... but I have a feeling you two have already met.

[She is mindful of network interactions, to the best of her ability and memory.]

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[shoesfitperfectly]

Ouch. Unfortunately I can't say I agree with that idea, as it'd involve putting a bullet through me as well, something I usually try to avoid. [Understatement on an English level, there, Doc.]

Gordon and I have met, actually. He's the one who aided me in converting the TARDIS' Zero Room.

DEFINITELY NOT AN EVIL DRAGON filter

[deathwarder]

[ ...well, this is unexpected. Prestor recognizes the name of Adam's lovely lady friend from the memories he'd perused, but to be contacted directly comes as somewhat of a surprise. Not that he's concerned that his identity is at stake here, though his response is cautious all the same. Just in case Adam had escaped his notice and slipped again. ]

"Samus Aran"? I don't believe we've met before... is there something I can do for you?

Totally not.

[raisedbybirds]

[Being direct is something she does well.]

It's regarding Adam Jensen. He was injured a few nights ago and I'm hunting for the perpetrator.

[deathwarder]

[ Prestor's eyes narrow unseen, but so as not to seem suspicious, he doesn't spend long piecing together a response. ]

What was the nature of his injuries? By man, or by beast? That would likely be a good place to start in your investigation.

[raisedbybirds]

I'm trying to figure that out.

[Even if she weren't behind text and an all obscuring helmet, she'd remain calm and casual, if also cautious. He might only be a witness but this was an interrogation all the same.]

Where were you the night of the 26th?

HACKING ATTEMPT because Adam is a masochist apparently

[neveraskedforthis]

[ Okay so usually, Adam has no problem hacking everyone and everything, what is privacy after all, but hacking Samus' conversations does inspire a guilty conscience here. But he has to make sure, after what happened, that she doesn't try to--

Yeah great. She sent out a message to Prestor, why does this not surprise him at all.

Time to hack away at the rest of their conversation now; he tries to be really careful about it but given he's kind of anxious here, he's probably not very focused on his task. ]

[raisedbybirds]

[Adam you'd better get out before Deathwing notices.

Adam you'd better get out before she notices.]

adam pls.........

[deathwarder]

[ Too late, Samus.

The moment the private conversation begins to scroll across Adam's screen, his hands begin to burn, scalded by a magical curse embedded within the system. The same curse that protects all of Deathwing's hidden entries, in fact, and so Adam will receive the same warning everyone else who attempts this foolishness does, simple but effective in getting its message across:

Meddling hands will soon find themselves without fingers... ]

deathwing stahp

[neveraskedforthis]

[ --Why are his hands feeling warm? He can register temperature, sure, but that'd imply that his tablet was heating up to impossible levels, like it's about to explode-- ]

Shit!

[ Burns. And that is when he hears the message and bats at the tablet which goes flying (and is probably now broken), and it doesn't take long for him to put one and one together.

Fucking asshole. ]

clunk! Open action.

[priad]

[ And thus the orange alien armor, and the gunmetal gray human armor smash into one another. ]

.... Samus?

[ He grunts. Apparently Priad was also pretty preoccupied of late. ]

Are you all right?

clang!

[raisedbybirds]

[There's also a grunt, and a quick shake of her head. Running into Praid was like running into a brick wall, not that it was very consequential due to her armor.]

Yeah.

[It's a quick response; automatic.]

Are you?

[She knows the answer but concern is none-the-less there, just as automatic.]

[priad]

Of course. [ He looks down at her, a subtle gesture suggesting he's not entirely sure about either one of them. Something is weighing on him, but he seems unwilling to voice it, even to someone he thinks of as a comrade, of sorts. ]

My mind was just elsewhere for a moment.

[raisedbybirds]

[She knows with advanced armor like theirs, for all the visors and radars and bells and whistles--never mind the years of training no doubt both of them have endured--it really says a lot to miss what's right in front of you.]

You're lucky you ran into me and not someone else, in that case.

[There's slight pang of guilt as the hypocrisy of her statement; she's also lucky she ran into him and not over someone else.]

...everything alright?

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[firstroar]

[there's a delay in response. Blue doesn't recognize the name delivering this message, spends some time working hard to recall, but...]

Have we met?

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[raisedbybirds]

[Tying a face/voice to his name came only though digging on the network; not a particularly easy or quick task.]

We have. At the masquerade.

I was with the Doctor during that... time ripping incident.

...You appeared to be in pain, at the time.

[firstroar]

[another delay.

oh. the one with the...gun and the pointing at people thing.]

I remember.
I am unharmed.

[raisedbybirds]

Is it that simple?

[action]

[acemedium]

[Burger beast? Count Maya in.]

[IN FACT MAYA HERSELF MIGHT BE HUNTING A BURGER BEAST... How fortunate (Or unfortunate, for Samus) would it be if they crossed paths?]

[raisedbybirds]

[Fortunate for Maya, Samus seemed to catch sight of the lavender-haired woman and not a second too late, skidding to a half and arm flailing for a moment to catch her balance. She nearly ran her over in the market, hunting for food.]

Maya?

[Question and greeting, all in one.]

[acemedium]

[Very fortunate indeed. Despite getting run over, Maya beams up at Samus happily as if nothing had happened]

Hey! Fancy seeing you here!

[raisedbybirds]

You're lucky I didn't run you over.

[That's sort of like an apology, right?]