[So hey Yato. The normal guard who watches the holding cell left. Maybe they forgot you?
Or maybe not, cause that little red light normally on the camera watching your cell just blinked off. And there's the guy with the shitty haircut, walking up towards your cell with a folding chair and a grocery bag.
[ Yato wouldn't have paid much mind to being completely forgotten by the guard, other than to grumble at not being let out for food. He doesn't even mind the little red light of the camera most of the time, because he thinks he can safely assume that whoever's on the other end isn't paying much attention to him.
Only the clatter of Ichirou's chair pulls Yato's attention away from the shitty flip phone he most assuredly is not supposed to have with him, and he rolls onto his side to face his visitor.
Yato's wariness toward the police is nothing personal, really. He doesn't have any hard feelings toward Ichirou. If anything, Ichirou's (at least temporary) willingess to turn a blind eye at the scene of the crime put him up a notch or two in Yato's estimation. Yato can appreciate a practical man. He smiles. ]
Clean but not very cozy. This has to be the emptiest jail west of the Atlantic.
[ He could've had a lot of fun chatting up the criminal types and busting out the "what are you in for??" line, but all he's getting is a near ghost town... ]
Nice seein' you, Gumshoe. To what do I owe the pleasure?
[Out comes a six pack. It's a pretty standard brand - lord knows he doesn't know anything about alcohol, but he vaguely remembers his lush of a sister drinking something like this when she was younger.]
[ Ah... the magic beverage. Yato drifts toward the bars... ]
Okay, shoot.
[ This seems like the kind of thing Ichirou could get in serious trouble over if caught, but Ichirou's job security isn't Yato's business. It does make him curious, though. Questions Ichirou thought Yato might not be forthcoming about without a bit of booze to grease the wheels... ]
Apparently. I ran across one of your friends later, and I managed to handle his trigger-happiness just fine.
[ Yato doesn't mind being frank on this subject. Fynn probably would've mentioned it in his report. Especially since questions would've been asked about the six bullet halves found at the scene of altercation, almost perfectly split down their lengths.
He makes a grabby hand at the beer. Give an answer, get a beer? ]
There was a month or two between her defending herself and him deciding to take up arson, but that's the jist of it. Any of this actually helping you out?
...I'll see what I can do. If you tried you could pass it off as defending yourself and her. [Self-defense usually requires the threat to be immediate, but not always he thinks...]
And for god's sake, if you don't end up rotting in a cell for the rest of your miserable life, come talk to a cop if anything like this ever happens again. Me, even.
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Let's say this is....well, two or so days after he got thrown in here.
Or maybe not, cause that little red light normally on the camera watching your cell just blinked off. And there's the guy with the shitty haircut, walking up towards your cell with a folding chair and a grocery bag.
He's unfolding the chair, and plopping down.]
Hey.
How's accommodations?
aye aye aye
Only the clatter of Ichirou's chair pulls Yato's attention away from the shitty flip phone he most assuredly is not supposed to have with him, and he rolls onto his side to face his visitor.
Yato's wariness toward the police is nothing personal, really. He doesn't have any hard feelings toward Ichirou. If anything, Ichirou's (at least temporary) willingess to turn a blind eye at the scene of the crime put him up a notch or two in Yato's estimation. Yato can appreciate a practical man. He smiles. ]
Clean but not very cozy. This has to be the emptiest jail west of the Atlantic.
[ He could've had a lot of fun chatting up the criminal types and busting out the "what are you in for??" line, but all he's getting is a near ghost town... ]
Nice seein' you, Gumshoe. To what do I owe the pleasure?
Re: aye aye aye
I'm a sensible man though, so I'm here to parlay.
[Out comes a six pack. It's a pretty standard brand - lord knows he doesn't know anything about alcohol, but he vaguely remembers his lush of a sister drinking something like this when she was younger.]
Just answer honestly.
This isn't legal stuff, promise.
...Mostly.
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Okay, shoot.
[ This seems like the kind of thing Ichirou could get in serious trouble over if caught, but Ichirou's job security isn't Yato's business. It does make him curious, though. Questions Ichirou thought Yato might not be forthcoming about without a bit of booze to grease the wheels... ]
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If I had decided to shoot you, could you have done anything about it.
[He suspects, but he wants to be sure.]
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[ Yato doesn't mind being frank on this subject. Fynn probably would've mentioned it in his report. Especially since questions would've been asked about the six bullet halves found at the scene of altercation, almost perfectly split down their lengths.
He makes a grabby hand at the beer. Give an answer, get a beer? ]
Why? Second-guessing yourself?
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Not yet. I already had a pretty good idea about that. Answer the next one and it's yours.
You get the sword from Retrospec or did you go buy it? I know they've been sending people stuff.
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[ He points a thumb at himself!! ]
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'do not...allow...utensils...at...mess....'
[away it goes.]
More seriously though.
the next couple questions aren't as nice.
But if you want me to try to help you, I need you to answer them honestly.
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Do I need your help? What're you offering?
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Yeah, I guess.
[ In the event that all these Retrospec things wear off someday...? ]
Questions. Hit me.
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Why'd you try to kill that guy. That wasn't spur of the moment. You got a weapon and you really wanted him dead.
Motives matter, so tell me.
[He can think of a couple times when if he had had a sword...so he's trying to be helpful.]
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[ But he won't deny that having the sword was very convenient for his purposes that day. ]
He burned down my friend's apartment and tried to kill her.
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[ gawd ]
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[Well, he notes to investigate that NPC very thoroughly.]
Anything else.
Is this part of some long string of events.
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What kind of long string of events are you talking about?
[ Cuz like. Maybe. ]
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Before you ask, I'd never met him before that. It was just a job for him. Nothing personal at the time.
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[Just fucking great, this is turning into a conspiracy.]
So lemme make sure I'm clear here.
He breaks in to get you. She defends herself, he gets mad and tries to burn her place down with her in it, you decide to kill him. That about right?
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Why'd they come after YOU anyway?
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Just some boring stuff I was involved with before I moved here. They're like clingy exes.
[ He reaches again for a beer. Don't be stingy, Ichirou... ]
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...I'll see what I can do. If you tried you could pass it off as defending yourself and her. [Self-defense usually requires the threat to be immediate, but not always he thinks...]
And for god's sake, if you don't end up rotting in a cell for the rest of your miserable life, come talk to a cop if anything like this ever happens again. Me, even.
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