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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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[priad]

I took my leave from Baal Solock, and put it out of my mind for the next ten years, or 40, for the planet. It would seem time was.... different for us both. When I returned, it was to seek out a relic from our battle with the primuls. Teeth from a great jaw, the last remnants of a chieftain of Orks slain long before any who live now were ever born. A part of a holy relic that we needed to remake, to pull a horde of ravening green-skins away from the Reef Stars.

I was guided to Baal Solock by dreams, dreams of Princeps, dreams of the jaw.

I returned to Antoni being.... old, and the planetary governor. Princeps was dead, but I still saw him guiding me through the halls of the palace. To battle. I don't know if it was some psychic echo or something.... else. To have come all this way to have seen me again.

[ He turns his head up, to the sky, looking away. ]

To dream like this again is most disturbing.

[raisedbybirds]

[She wouldn't know what to make of a dream like that either. Not to say she hasn't had similair ones; traumatic past experiences bleeding together with morbid surreality to make for awful nightmares. Hardly the premonitions, if any, that she'd ever look forward to.]

I wouldn't put any stock into it. No one and nothing controls your fate but you.

[She rumbles with thought, hardly with the same reverberation that he typically produces.]

I wish I could think of a better remedy than heavy drinking.

[The sooner you pass out, hopefully the sooner you wake up.]

[priad]

The God-Emperor of Mankind controls my fate. I trust in him on Earth.

[ He shakes his head. ] Drinking brings no relief. My oolitic kidney would filter the alcohol out immediately. We drink wine for the taste alone.

[raisedbybirds]

[She visibly slouches a little. How unfun--and for someone like Samus to even think of that comparison really said something. That was twice already; Priad, you're a real piece of work.]

And I thought Adam had it bad with his augmentations.

[priad]

Perhaps, but I can experience things unmodified humans cannot. Diving into the deepest trenches of the ocean, short unarmored void-walks in space, that sort of thing. I am blessed by a direct genetic lineage from the God of the Imperium, sacrificing the dubious blessing of drunken forgetfulness seems a small thing.

[ He pauses, shifting his head in something like a smile. ]

Besides, I am told that the Space Wolves chapter of Space marines produces Mjod, which can produce something like drunkeness even in our metabolism.

[raisedbybirds]

[Color her curious.]

...Produces?

[Dare she ask how...?]

Do I want to know how?

[So she dares.]

[priad]

I'd like to know myself, honestly. I do know it smells rather like promethium, which is a common vehicle fuel. I think it is a mixture of diluted combat drugs in some kind of fermented liquid which is used as a libation when they are holding court.

[ He shrugs his shoulders. ]

I can't say for sure, however. I've never fought alongside my feral brothers. [ Those savages. ]