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Post by strider on Sept 7, 2021 0:06:56 GMT -5
Orpheus gave a small nod, then shook their head, almost uncertainly. It was a complicated question, though they doubted Ryuga had meant it like that. “Depends what you mean by people like that. Innocent bystanders who come into something they don’t understand? Yes. People who talk to him normally? Well… no. Unless they overhear something important, or they’re at the wrong place at the wrong time. But… the more time you spend around people like that, the more likely it is you’re going to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.” Orpheus shrugged, a motion that was surprisingly difficult with their wrist still held tight by Ryuga. Orpheus knew they were spilling important information without a lawyer present. They also knew that people like them were granted the worst lawyers that were available. They had no chance in the court room, so Orpheus wasn’t actually concerned about how much they said. It was important information, and it wasn’t as though they had given up the names of anyone in the gang. They had just said that he was dangerous. It was true. “It wouldn’t have been right to allow anyone to take the risk of getting close enough to overhear, especially if it was just a college student. I mean… a college student has their entire life ahead of them. It wouldn’t be right for it to be cut short just because they talked to the wrong person at the wrong time.”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 7, 2021 0:25:08 GMT -5
Orpheus just kept surprising L. They hadn’t really answered it how he’d expected them to…he considered the words. It was information he could use, and Orpheus had given it up willingly. L had expected to to be harder…which put him a little bit on edge. Usually when things worked too well, it meant they weren’t really working. “Interesting,” he replied, giving a small nod. “Well…you’ll have an opportunity to speak about that soon enough. We’re close, and it’s a much better place for it.” If Orpheus was going to talk, that at least gave them something to work with. It wasn’t much, but it would be a good start, even if they were lying. Lies could be as useful as the truth, sometimes. “I don’t know if you’ve ever been arrested before,” he added, fixing Orpheus with a stare. “But it isn’t very comfortable. They might handcuff you. Those can be irritating, but don’t pull on them or it will hurt.” He wasn’t sure why he was giving advice…it just felt like the thing to do. He didn’t necessarily believe that Orpheus was being honest, but he did think it was only polite to try and return the favor. Even if the favor was just Orpheus trying to themself out of this.
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Post by strider on Sept 7, 2021 0:31:17 GMT -5
As far as Orpheus was concerned, if you were arrested, you never got out. At least for the crimes Orpheus had been part of. Most of the gang had been arrested for petty crimes in the past, but they had gotten out quickly, or just with a fine. Orpheus knew that they weren’t getting out of this that quickly. They probably had ideas about the gang activity they were looking into, and… well, this was Orpheus’ last chance to do good. If the gang was going to kill Orpheus because they thought they might talk about things that could get them arrested… well, then Orpheus might as well make sure they gave out information that was worth being killed over. If they gave out information that could either save lives or give the families of victims something like peace of mind… they were going to talk. They had already made their mind up about that. If they were getting close to where they were going… Orpheus paused, dread building in the pit of their stomach. They had been taken by this very police station. There was someone on the inside, working for the people who had taken Orpheus in. They had never met the mole, but… they knew there was a spy there. Which meant… Orpheus gave Ryuga an almost panicked look before remembering to school their features into something more neutral. They had never been good at that, but they had gotten a little bit better with practice. “Thank you for the advice,” they managed, glancing down at their wrists. They knew they would likely end up fiddling with the cuffs and making them hurt anyway, but… they appreciated the advice that Ryuga was willing to give them. He hadn’t needed to offer any.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 7, 2021 0:40:08 GMT -5
L couldn’t tell what Orpheus was going to do, not for sure. He though they would probably cooperate he question wasn’t whether they would talk, it was what they would say, and whether it was true. He would find put fairly soon. They were almost there, and so far, Orpheus hadn’t even attempted to kill him or escape. Was it possible they’d intended to get caught? Could this be some sort of job? He was still watching them when the panic flashed across their face, and he paused, eyes intense as he stared at them. What had that been? Did they know something, somehow? This felt off, but…it wasn’t as though L could release Orpheus on account of feeling nervous. He’d never arrest anyone if he did that. He shook his head, pulling Orpheus along instead, fully prepared to be attacked so any moment. The building itself wasn’t very old. L always thought it felt very…dull. Generic. It did its job, but he couldn’t help feeling like he had stepped into the same police station he’d left behind on his last job. It wasn’t a criticism. Just an observation. “Here we are,” he said, pausing in front of the doors. “I’ve told them to expect you.” And then he moved forward, towards the building.
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Post by strider on Sept 7, 2021 0:46:46 GMT -5
Orpheus wasn’t strong enough to attack anybody. It was true that they knew more than a little bit of self-defense. It was true that they knew where to stab to kill someone quickly, and they knew where to stab to make it last a long time. They had never been trusted with a firearm, but with smaller weapons… “Wait,” Orpheus managed, trying to pull to a stop a few feet outside the building. “I… I have a knife sheathed to my waist,” they informed Ryuga, eyes wide as they met the detective’s. “I… I don’t know if I trust that nobody will stab me with it in there. I… I would appreciate if you could take it now.” They shifted so that their waist was pointed towards Ryuga, the fabric of their shirt uneven where the knife rested below it. If the people inside found out that Orpheus had a knife… any number of them might be willing to stab them with it. If the spy found out… then Orpheus was most certainly going to die. It was a risk to trust them in this moment, they knew that. If Ryuga decided not to disarm them now because they could be lying about what was at their waist, they would understand. They just… didn’t want their knife in the hands of people who might be a little too eager to use it. At least Ryuga seemed levelheaded.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 7, 2021 0:55:38 GMT -5
L stopped, glancing back at Orpheus, interest sparking in his gaze. So there was something, then…something Orpheus would do. L wasn’t sure what it would be, but he was curious. He was willing to stop and find out. “A knife?” He repeated, watching them closely. It could have been a trick…they could be trying to get L to come closer. But somehow, L doubted that was it. He didn’t trust them, of course, he thought they’d probably kill him if given half a chance, but this time…he thought maybe they were right. “Everyone in there is armed,” he pointed out after a moment. “They wouldn’t need your knife if they were trying to hurt you. Unless you mean they would consider you a threat if you had a weapon?” He moved closer, careful not to move too fast or too near, and careful not to let go. With his free hand, he reached, carefully trying to extract the knife without cutting Orpheus with it. He slipped it out and stepped back, holding it up for a long moment. “This could prove useful,” he said after a moment. “Was there anything else you?”
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Post by strider on Sept 7, 2021 1:01:12 GMT -5
Orpheus had never liked carrying around a knife. They knew why they had to. They knew what sort of life they were living, and they knew that the likelihood of them dying was high if they weren’t armed. They knew that having a knife made them marginally safer in a world that seemed determined to pull them down. It wasn’t their fault they had ended up in the situation they had, but they supposed it was their fault for staying. Their fault for believing that it was the only place they could live. There was no getting out of it. There was only the life where they had to carry a knife everywhere they went just in case it came in handy. “I know,” Orpheus managed, not quite looking at L. “It would be very easy for them to hurt me, if they wanted. I just… I think that having a knife would make it worse. And they might get violent if they thought I was hiding something from them.” They glanced up at the knife, then looked away once more. It had given them a feeling of comfort for years, while also making them feel even more on edge. It was odd how something so small could create such contradictory feelings in the same person. “Other than that, I’m unarmed,” Orpheus replied, and it was the truth. It was time to enter the police station. Orpheus wasn’t sure they were ever going to be ready.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 7, 2021 1:14:20 GMT -5
L couldn’t deny it. Being arrested did put you in a vulnerable position, usually, and while L could do everything in his power to make sure no one acted rashly…he couldn’t be absolutely sure. He could have said something like that, he knew, but he didn’t think he could comfort Orpheus even if he wanted to. It wasn’t something he could make alright. Orpheus would be in danger, and being afraid was only natural. “Alright,” he agreed, and moved forwards again, towards the building. “You’ll be arrested immediately, so…goodbye, I suppose.” He would see Orpheus again, but he doubted Orpheus would see him again. He wouldn’t be doing the interrogations. He didn’t need to…he was a lot more useful behind a screed than he’d ever be in the room. He was also a lot more comfortable behind a screen.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 7, 2021 1:32:58 GMT -5
It didn’t take long. Jordan knew they’d need to try and do this the right way, and that meant not sympathizing too much with the person they needed to question. They could still try and understand them, and they could still give them as fair questions as was possible, but… Well, at least they could head L if he decided to stop in. Which wasn’t likely to happen unless they were doing something wrong, but it was still a good precaution to take. They moved into the room and shut the door behind them, turning to offer Orpheus a slight smile. As they sat down across from them. “I’m agent Jordan. And I was wondering if you would answer a few questions?”
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Post by strider on Sept 7, 2021 1:37:13 GMT -5
Orpheus’ eyes narrowed as they took Jordan in. They may not have been the sort of person the gang would usually rely on as a spy, but that didn’t mean anything. The spy could quite literally be anyone, except for Ryuga. A spy never would have arrested someone as part of the gang, unless they were trying to test Orpheus. If it had been a test, though, Orpheus would never have made it all the way to a police station. So… Ryuga wasn’t the spy. Unfortunately, the person who had just stepped into the room might be. An impressive sort of spy, to be sure – they seemed to blend in a lot more than Orpheus had expected of a spy. “Pleasure to meet you, Agent Jordan,” Orpheus replied quietly, keeping their eyes downcast. “I can’t promise I’ll answer, but… I will hear your questions out.”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 7, 2021 1:44:51 GMT -5
Jordan settled in, trying to think of a good way to start. “I appreciate it. First of all, do you know why you were arrested?” They could practically hear L’s disappointment. They knew what quesrions rhey needed to ask, but…the practical aspect was a little bit hard. It would be fine…they had done these before. They weren’t the best at them, but they weren’t the worst, either. And al had trusted them with it. L didn’t often let anyone handle his tasks, even just to help while he did other things.
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Post by strider on Sept 7, 2021 1:48:34 GMT -5
“I believe being part of a gang is technically illegal,” Orpheus replied after a moment, deciding that was the safest answer. They had been arrested because they were in a gang, and because they wanted access to their gang. As long as they didn’t give up the code they used sometimes, and as long as they kept the gang member’s names to themself… this was going to turn out okay, probably. The chances that Jordan was the spy were low, but it was still definitely possible. If Orpheus was going to go out with a bang, if they were going to tell the police what the gang was planning, they needed to be damn sure they weren’t feeding the information straight to the gang’s spy.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 7, 2021 2:18:36 GMT -5
Jordan gave a small nod. It was true, if a little bit simplified. Orpheus really was part of the gang. It was just usually a little bit harder to tell…Orpheus was making it very easy so far. “Right. Well,what can you tell me about your gang?” Can you give me any sort of information about who they are, what they’re like…any of that?” It wasn’t a very specific question, but it was enough. It would get to the point alright, wouldn’t it? And they could get more specific in a moment. They were still warming up.
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Post by strider on Sept 7, 2021 13:42:37 GMT -5
Orpheus frowned a little bit, tilting their head at the question. They had expected much more specific, much more… probing questions. This… wasn’t that. This was vague, and not particularly easy to answer. It was, however, easy enough to evade. “What would you like to know?” Orpheus asked, keeping their voice low. They didn’t think they wanted to tell Jordan the truth. This… seemed like a test, of sorts. If they were being interrogated by the spy, then anything they said would be transmitted directly back to the gang. They would know how much Orpheus had betrayed them, and they wouldn’t let them get to any of the important things. Distantly, Orpheus wondered why they weren’t being interrogated by the person who had first arrested them. At least they could trust that Ryuga wasn’t the spy.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 7, 2021 14:08:34 GMT -5
Jordan hesitated, glancing over the file they’d brought in with them, which was…well. Helpful, to be sure. Detailed, not so much. Was it because L didn’t have the information, or because L didn’t want them to have it? They thought they had enough to pull this off, though. L wouldn’t have sent them in without the means to question Orpheus properly. Probably. Who knew how that man’s brain worked. He could have some plan that didn’t involve them knowing anything about it. “Well, let’s start simple. How many people are involved?” They said after a moment, resting their hands on the table and looking at Orpheus.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 7, 2021 14:23:10 GMT -5
Jordan glanced down at the file, shaking their head a little bit. “I can’t really tell you that, sorry,” they replied, tone genuine. “Rules are pretty strict around here, I’d get in a lot of trouble. But most of it is probably stuff you already know, anyway.” They thought for a moment, trying to come up with a good strategy, to get the information as efficiently as possible. “Can you tell me a little about the next attack? Details, please.” Theoretically…they didn’t need to be as polite as this, probably. But they hated making assumptions about people. This could be a hardened killer who would sooner blow the building up than give away the name of the leader’s pet ferret, but Jordan preferred to think that wasn’t the only option here, and they didn’t want to be antagonistic to someone who wasn’t being antagonistic first.
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Post by strider on Sept 7, 2021 14:32:53 GMT -5
Orpheus was admittedly surprised by the fact that Jordan was being friendly at all. They actually seemed sorry that they couldn’t pass on the information in the file. Was it a trick? Orpheus knew for a fact that most people were better at lying than they were, and it seemed like lying was probably something you had to be good at to get into the police force. Still, just because they were friendly didn’t mean Orpheus trusted them. They had a feeling that Jordan was probably viewing them the same way. Orpheus was doing their best to be friendly and non-antagonistic, but they weren’t going to give up information until they were sure it was safe. “I don’t… mean to be rude,” they said after a moment, shoulders hunching just a little, “but… why isn’t the man who brought me in conducting the interrogation? I mean… he was the one who said he wanted to ask me some questions, so I sort of assumed… it would be him that I’d be giving any answers to. Not to say you’re not doing a good job, of course…”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 7, 2021 21:26:55 GMT -5
Truthfully, Jordan wasn’t really all that good at lying. They could technically do it, but they could also get caught, and they didn’t like doing it, so they didn’t very often. Besides, they didn’t need to lie to Orpheus. It really wouldn’t help them very much. “Oh…him?” They replied, hesitated at the question. “He doesn’t really do interrogations. He’s sort of…more behind the scenes, usually.” They weren’t entirely sure how to handle that line of conversation. They got the sense L wouldn’t appreciate being discussed with a potential murderer, even if he had technically already talked to that murderer once. “But don’t worry, he’ll know everything we talk about in here anyway. So…could you answer my question, please?”
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Post by strider on Sept 8, 2021 1:24:52 GMT -5
“I… I’m sorry,” Orpheus replied, shaking their head emphatically. “It’s not that I don’t think you’re doing a good job, really, you are, it’s just… he seems to be in charge, and the information I have… it’s time sensitive. And anything I have to share needs to get to him. It’s not that I don’t trust you… I mean, you and I have opposite goals, so I don’t really trust you, though I don’t think you’re a bad person, but… the point is, if I don’t tell him directly, then there are a lot of steps it likely has to take to get to him, and any of those steps could be interfered with. They probably know I’ve been taken now. I’d like to talk to Ryuga in person. Please.” Orpheus saw no harm in adding ‘please’ to the end of their request. It was, after all, what Jordan kept doing. They were surprisingly polite. Orpheus wanted to be polite in return, if only to show that they had respect for how polite Jordan was trying to be.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 8, 2021 2:58:33 GMT -5
Jordan smiled a little, then gave a small chuckle, shaking their head. “It’s okay. You won’t hurt my feelings, even if you tell me I suck at this,” they promised. “Believe me. Thick skin is pretty much the number one thing you have to have to have this job. You think retail is bad, try having customers who think they can walk out of here in an hour if they can make me cry.” They paused, then cleared their throat. “Anyway…I’m not being difficult, it’s just that he won’t agree. He doesn’t do this part. But I promise, everything you say goes right to him. He wouldn’t let it go through a lot of other channels first.” They hoped that was enough to ease Orpheus’ worries. If not…well, there wasn’t a lot they could do about that. “So…the time sensitive attack…?”
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Post by strider on Sept 8, 2021 13:48:04 GMT -5
“You don’t suck at this,” Orpheus replied, frowning a little bit. They didn’t want to diminish Jordan’s efforts, even if they weren’t going to respond to them. Besides, even if you grew a thick skin, hearing praise was nice every once in a while. Actually… more than every once in a while. Hearing praise was just… nice. Orpheus hadn’t gotten nearly enough of it since they’d joined the gang, though they weren’t cognizant of that fact. All they knew was that, though they didn’t trust Jordan, they didn’t want to put them down, either. “I’m sorry people try to make you cry,” they added genuinely, offering what they hoped was a comforting smile. Coming from a criminal, they doubted it would have that effect. Still… they figured they may as well make an effort. “I understand that there likely aren’t many channels it has to go through,” Orpheus replied, turning back to the subject at hand, “but any channels at all is too much of a risk for me to take. I… I hope you understand. There are lives at stake, and… and if the information gets to the wrong person, then… then those lives could be in even more danger.”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 8, 2021 15:55:12 GMT -5
Jordan paused, then shook their head a little, trying to figure out how to reply to that. “I was mostly being dramatic, but thanks,” they told them, pulling their attention back to the interrogation. Getting distracted was probably a bad plan. Even if they did appreciate the praise…Orpheus was a criminal, but they were still a person, and they could be being genuine. If they didn’t want people to assume they weren’t being genuine, they had to do the same for everyone else, right? “Trust me, he won’t want to do it himself. I’m sorry, but I’m just the messenger. I can’t…” They paused, touching this ear. They hadn’t actually expected L to communicate with it, if they were honest. They’d assumed it was more of a formality. But there it was, turning on. They waited a moment, listening to him speak, then glanced af Orpheus, blinking. “Oh. Um…okay. Got it. Just a minute,” they murmured, and lowered their hand. “Okay, I…guess he’s agreed to talk to you in person.”
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Post by strider on Sept 8, 2021 17:49:59 GMT -5
Orpheus blushed a little bit, realizing they may not have said the right thing. Was there even a right thing to say? They frowned, looking Jordan over before remembering that technically, they weren’t supposed to care about Jordan’s feelings. Jordan could be a spy, and even if they weren’t, they were actively working towards Orpheus’ arrest and eventual death. They weren’t technically a friend, but they were still a person. And then Jordan was speaking into their earpiece, and Orpheus’ eyes widened. They hadn’t actually expected Ryuga to respond, but… there it was. The confirmation that they were going to give their confession to the one person who couldn’t be a spy. Or… if he was a spy… then he was really bad at his job. “Thank you,” Orpheus breathed, searching Jordan’s expression. “I… I appreciate you being kind, by the way. You easily could have been cruel because I’m a criminal, but… you weren’t.” Orpheus didn’t know if Jordan knew how big of a deal that was. The police were supposed to be unkind. They were supposed to be working towards the deaths of anyone who wasn’t like them. Anyone who had made mistakes in the past. Jordan hadn’t been like that.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 8, 2021 18:15:42 GMT -5
Jordan gave a small nod, standing up and glancing at the files for a moment before picking them up as well. They doubted L would need them, and leaving them in here was without a doubt a very bad idea. “No problem,” they replied, though technically they hadn’t really done anything. It seemed L was going to be doing all the work on this one. Had he ever actually interrogated anyone before. They had no idea, but they assumed he had to know what he was doing if he was volunteering, right? They hesitated, glancing back at Orpheus, blinking a little. “Oh…I mean, you’re still a person, I guess. I don’t know. I like to think I’m a pretty nice person. But…thanks. For being nice to me, too.” They smiled a little, then turned to go, almost making it to the door before it opened and a familiar young man slipped inside. He looked very similar to how he’d looked before, only his shoes were now missing and he looked possibly even more sleep deprived than he had before. He moved out of Jordan’s way, watching them leave for a long moment before turning back to Orpheus and looking them over. “I didn’t expect to speak with you again,” he noted, not unkindly. “You wanted to tell me something?”
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Post by strider on Sept 8, 2021 18:36:03 GMT -5
Orpheus watched Jordan leave, unsure if there was anything else they were supposed to say as the other person left. They weren’t friends. They had been friendly to each other, yes, but… they were on two different sides. Orpheus hated that there were sides at all. They had never asked to be raised into the world they were. They didn’t know there was another way. When they had first been recruited into the gang, there had been no other option. As time went on, the options seemed to decrease rather than increase. They wished desperately for a way to get out, but it didn’t matter now. Orpheus likely wouldn’t survive to the end of the week. They watched as Ryuga entered the room, surprised that the detective still looked the same. They had anticipated the young man to look less bedraggled, not more. There was something about the unkemptness that was rather endearing, though Orpheus tried to push that thought away. “I… apologize for dragging you in here,” Orpheus managed, dipping their head to L. “I understand you’re probably very busy. But…” would it be a good idea to mention that there might be a spy? If they were coming clean about everything, it didn’t seem like a good idea to leave that out. “I have reason to believe that someone working in this station is a spy for my… for my gang. I don’t know who it is, and… logically, the only person it couldn’t be is you.”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 10, 2021 23:14:42 GMT -5
For someone as skilled at deception as L was, it was very clear that he hadn’t really changed himself that much when he’d been pretending to be a college student. There had been the shoes, but…that was pretty much it. Naturally, he hadn’t slept yet and it had been a little longer, so the bags under his eyes were a little but more pronounced, but overall, he hadn’t put all that much effort into the cover. Which meant, even standing in the interrogation room, with a good portion of the people in the building willing to listen to anything he happened to say, he still looked for all the world like a very tired college student who was more likely to stay up all night than he ever was to sleep. He walked over, quietly stepping up onto the chair and lowering himself into his familiar crouch, the position bumping his cognitive abilities up, as usual. Or…that was a common misconception, actually. It was very easy even for him to slip into thinking about it like that. But if that were true, he would have the same sort of trouble with thinking when he was standing, wouldn’t he? No, it didn’t go up by roughly 40% when he sat the way he did. It just dropped by roughly 40% when he sat normally. “I see,” he mused after a moment, tapping his lip lightly as he studied Orpheus. “Yes, that makes sense. As the person who carried out the arrest, it makes no sense to suspect me, unless I’d just decided to go rogue, or I was ordered to and decided my cover was more important.” He also knew that they were being recorded, and that other people did have access to the conversation. But, since he needed information, and he knew he wasn’t a spy, there wasn’t any point in saying that.
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Post by strider on Sept 11, 2021 20:35:09 GMT -5
The way Ryuga sat was… interesting to Orpheus. They had never seen anything like it, though they couldn’t say they thought it was bad. They had to question for a moment if that was normal, if it was another part of the normal world they had missed out on by spending all of their time with the gang. They doubted it. It didn’t seem very… comfortable, but it wasn’t their place to ask questions. They weren’t the one giving the interrogation, and if the other agent had been correct, then it was unusual for Ryuga to be conducting interrogations. As the only person Orpheus felt comfortable talking to, they didn’t want to blow it and send Ryuga scrambling away because they had asked too many personal questions. Was asking why he sat that way a personal question? They were overthinking this. They took in a deep breath, pulling at the handcuff for a moment before they let their hand fall back to their side. “Well… yes. I guess that’s a possibility. I don’t know… I know you also probably have people watching this interrogation, so you’re not the only one who’s going to hear it anyway, but… you’re the least likely to be a spy. And if I didn’t give my confession right to you, then… then it was possible that whoever is the spy might have messed with whatever you were listening to the interrogation on, and you might not have gotten it. I… I hope you understand that me speaking to you is the only way I know to save a lot of lives,” the murmured, trying to pull their knees up to their chest. Were they doing this right? Were they saying the right things, or were they just making this worse for themself? They doubted that Ryuga was going to even believe their confession, but… they had to try. “I guess I could tell you everything, but… that’s a lot. It might take some time. But… I know you have cases open that people haven’t been able to solve. I can give you some of their answers. That… that should help verify that I’m telling the truth.”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 16, 2021 13:39:12 GMT -5
L wouldn’t have minded explaining why he sat the way he did. He didn’t see how Orpheus could use that information against him, and it was hardly a secret. It was obvious to anyone who met him. Which…in fairness, wasn’t all that many people, but the point was that Orpheus probably had a lot more sensitive information they could leak if they had the opportunity. He did notice Orpheus tugging at the handcuffs. He has specifically warned them about that. Still, he couldn’t actually blame them. It was probably just natural, like feeling at the spot a tooth had been before it had fallen out. “I understand. And you’re right, speaking to me directly is probably the safest way to make sure it gets to me. Even if it’s not impossible for me to be the spy, it’s far less likely than it would be for someone else. He considered quietly for a long moment, watching Orpheus. “Tell me the most important things, first,” he decided after a moment. “Whether that’s the most time sensitive or the thing that could save the most people. Act as though you can only te,, me one thing, and tell me that. Then the second most important thing, and so on. Obviously I can’t do much without some proof that you’re telling the truth, but if I need to act quickly, that would be good to know as soon as possible so I can begin to plan my next move.”
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