[He double-checks his backlog in his inbox, or attempts to. Wasn't it something-or-other to do with sunshine? He cannot recall, and his message box is not full of old messages like it once was.]
You are making sport of me. Ambrosius. To whom am I speaking? This is DuBois?
I just don’t know how I’m supposed to trust that you are who you say you are.
Also…they don’t have the prison anymore.
But the real problem here is the fluttering uncertainty in Harry’s gut, growing into panic. He should be able to tell if this is the Inspector. He should know. But he hasn’t heard from one of his skills- the cop one- since Osborn plucked it out of his head, along with Kim’s face.
The remaining skills are arguing, passing the contents of the messages back and forth. The blues come to a consensus that this style of language is consistent with the Inspector. The purples say the bluntness and attitude reflects his manners…but the reds are less convinced.
HALF LIGHT - (It's AM. It’s obviously AM. He wants you to come to his turf alone so he can punish you. He is going to clip your wings and make a bag out of your skin.)
[Oh, this is annoying, but Javert concedes it is fair to suspect from a shrewd police officer. With a grimace, Javert goes through the pains of digging through his scattered office effects for the extremely old polaroid he purchased what feels like aeons ago for the purpose of documenting faces and crime scenes for disguises. He turns it around and flashes an extremely unflattering, grainy 'selfie,' carelessly aimed upward from the bottom of his chin to provide full view of his flared nostrils.
He then has to spend another twenty minutes figuring out how to transfer the photograph to the screen, even though there is a button on his laptop that is labeled with a pictograph of a camera.
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<PasUnPolicier>
[He double-checks his backlog in his inbox, or attempts to. Wasn't it something-or-other to do with sunshine? He cannot recall, and his message box is not full of old messages like it once was.]
You are making sport of me. Ambrosius. To whom am I speaking? This is DuBois?
<ambrosius>
this is Harrier Du Bois, I changed my screen name a few months ago
or are you looking for Artemis DuBois?
<PasUnPolicier>
<ambrosius>
I’m not dallying or stalling
Also…they don’t have the prison anymore.I just don’t know how I’m supposed to trust that you are who you say you are.
But the real problem here is the fluttering uncertainty in Harry’s gut, growing into panic. He should be able to tell if this is the Inspector. He should know. But he hasn’t heard from one of his skills- the cop one- since Osborn plucked it out of his head, along with Kim’s face.
The remaining skills are arguing, passing the contents of the messages back and forth. The blues come to a consensus that this style of language is consistent with the Inspector. The purples say the bluntness and attitude reflects his manners…but the reds are less convinced.
HALF LIGHT - (It's AM. It’s obviously AM. He wants you to come to his turf alone so he can punish you. He is going to clip your wings and make a bag out of your skin.)
<PasUnPolicier>
He then has to spend another twenty minutes figuring out how to transfer the photograph to the screen, even though there is a button on his laptop that is labeled with a pictograph of a camera.
Listen.
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Get to work.
<ambrosius>
Yes, Inspector.
HAND/EYE COORDINATION - (You’re so excited to write a report your hands are shaking.)AUTHORITY - (We’re going to use a Nice pen for this. NOT one of those foolish things with the animal heads on the cap.)
INTERFACING - (But those are my favorite!)