[voice] dated to late wednesday "evening" - eridan's guide to finding dead bodies

[uncodlyawwesome]

[this is surprise.]
Oh.

[this is distress.]
I - I... uh - fuck -

[this is panic.]
I need - fuckin' son of a bitch I need, um, someone here, right noww, the pool - [there's a little gasping breath, followed by a more sincere attempt at deep breathing. eridan doesn't even try to sound Okay at all.] Someone's in...

[and finally, the verbal shoulder-slump of defeat.]
Someone's drowwned in the pool.

[this is not what he wants to be doing right now at all, in the slightest, he was just supposed to look around real fast, just a quick look before he kept wandering, there wasn't supposed to be anything wrong.] I need John Wwatson. 001, uh, just the 001. An', uh. Shit. [there's the sound of frustrated typing for a minute, then,] 002-215. That one. I need both'a you to... Talk to me.

Someone else come help me. He's definitely...

[there's a long pause here, almost a minute, and then:] He's been here for a wwhile. There's nothin' else to do.


[002-215, Neal Caffrey and 001-197, John Watson are getting a notification every minute for this post until they respond.]

((OOC: way to brutalize the /small tag, whoops. anyway all responses voice, it is completely likely that anyone who knew Sherlock will get a pretty clear idea of who Eridan's referring to with such a dramatic call-out to Neal and Watson. uuuhh other than that yep that's it Sherlock's dead guys.))

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[puppydogeyes]

Good.

[A nod. She was going to put a call out once she was still again, but this was quicker. The next bit makes her frown slightly.]

Don't recall that being on the standard marine stat sheet, Grimm.

[It's curious more than angry about not knowing. She hadn't recruited him, and it'd be hypocritical, besides. Her pathos wasn't common knowledge.]

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[chromosomes]

[ It'd still be good to do, but as far as he's concerned, part of being on security is watching the network for stuff like this. ]

It's not.

[ He's moving, but he can talk and walk at the same time. ]

I mentioned a little bit about going to Mars for a mission. They had an archaeological dig up there, tested weapons, a genetics lab... all sorts of shit. Something went wrong, my team was sent up. Turned out some of the scientists had been experimenting with a synthetic chromosome they found in humanoid remains on the planet that made people superhuman -- if they were lucky. If not, if they were [ pause ] "evil" [ and he clearly knows how that sounds ], it made them monsters.

My sister was working there, took a vial. I got hit fighting the creatures, started bleeding out, and she injected me as a last resort. As a result, I'm stronger, faster, my senses have increased... a whole hell of a lot, and I heal almost instantly.

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[puppydogeyes]

[Taylor's silent for a long time after that, before finally huffing something like a laugh.]

Think you might have just won an award for the craziest fucking story I've heard so far. Least it's a vote for your character, I guess.

[Not being a monster, therefore not being 'evil' - even though she'd been feeling okay about him before, anyway. She scrubs a hand back through her hair, deciding she'll take a moment to fully digest his story later. She needed this scene dealt with first.]

Sure, take a sniff around. More evidence we can find on this, the better.

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[chromosomes]

[ Reaper snorts. ]

I'll treasure it.

[ He's expecting more questions at some point, but first thing's first. ]

Will do. [ Pause. ] And I'd appreciate it if you kept all of that fairly quiet. Still kind of working it all out.

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[puppydogeyes]

[She'd almost be offended, but she knows what it's like from the other side.]

Not going to spill on one of my team. You're good.

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[chromosomes]

Thanks. [ It's obvious he means that, too. ]

Now if we could just get faster lifts.