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[ Alex has tried and failed to find Sofia, and her room is a little more bee-filled for his trouble. His other options? Metal guy. Who knows where he lives? Sinclair. Armed. He'll be on his guard. No good, no good, where does he go?
The hunt for the murderer's still afoot, right? The spliced-up murderer. What might he leave lying around his room? Something bright? Something delicious? It's worth a shot.
He'll have to be careful. Not show his hand too soon. Might get thrown off the case.
So he leaves the video off.
...Because without the video there's no way to tell that he's different. Riiight. ]
Nao-to?
[ ...ESPECIALLY NOT if his voice is tense and a little bit singsong shut up. ]
Nao-to...?
((ooc: action tags are welcome; he's using a wall comm on the tenth floor.))
The hunt for the murderer's still afoot, right? The spliced-up murderer. What might he leave lying around his room? Something bright? Something delicious? It's worth a shot.
He'll have to be careful. Not show his hand too soon. Might get thrown off the case.
So he leaves the video off.
...Because without the video there's no way to tell that he's different. Riiight. ]
Nao-to?
[ ...ESPECIALLY NOT if his voice is tense and a little bit singsong shut up. ]
Nao-to...?
((ooc: action tags are welcome; he's using a wall comm on the tenth floor.))
[action]
[The dark mutter is just that, and then Sinclair pulls the trigger, wincing slightly as the blood streaks up and out. He makes sure to empty a solid clip into him, just in case any of his Plasmids feel like acting up.
After a moment, he nudges the body with the toe of his shoe, raising an eyebrow.]
Life's tough, kid, when you start splicin' n'all. [Shrugging, he goes back and picks up his grenade launcher, shrugging it on his shoulder.] 'Course, it gets tougher when you take t'Hypnotizin' me. Wouldn't have minded lettin' you waste away in your own body 'til it just fell apart, but, see...
[He grins to himself as he walks down the hall.] I've got one hell of a vengeful streak, sometimes.
[Turning the corner, he murmurs:] Nightynight. [and lights up a cigarette.]
[action]
Seeing what caused the noise convinced him that retreating back inside was the best course of action.
He waited. He listened.
When the noise is over he investigates. Finds the body. Returns to his lab. Fetches a scalpel, a bone saw and a container.
No harm done, right? The strangely even square of skin missing on Alex's arm will heal quickly, along with the rest of his wounds. And the air-headed feeling?
It will pass once his brain has regenerated and returned to his body... which the narration is well over 80% sure is going to happen at some point. ]