Log Title: That Tie Though
Summary: Violet checks in with Carnage. A girl has needs.
IC Date: Fri Mar 22 20:35, 2381
OOC Date: Fri Mar 22 20:35, 2019
Related Logs: Strung Up, Down in the Dumplings
carnageviolet

 

 

"Watch your mouth. If you ever call me 'kind' again, there'll be some very not-kindness in your future."

* * *

Carnage has enough pull with the BCPD that they didn't keep him exceptionally long to take his statement. That, and the fact that he's still in the midst of sleeve sickness meant he's back at the Rose before sunup. He disappears for all of the next day. Fortunately, there's no bouts on the bill for the next few days, so the fightdrome just goes through the usual cycle of training fighters and prepping sleeves. He in fact, doesn't show up until after 11 or so at night. He wants to limit exposure in the ridiculous, Ken doll sleeve.

He's in his office, clad in a loud suit he must have gone out and found because the build of his original synth sleeve and this one couldn't possibly be more different. He's glaring at a readout, poking at the virtual display and gnashing his too-perfect teeth.

* * *

Violet had not simply shown up at the Rose, as she might have done otherwise. Instead, she had sent a message ahead, and taken some time in arriving. She had foregone the doctor's coat, which, frankly, she never even wore in her shop, having replaced it with a white hoodie, but she was dressed in the sort of black tactical dress she would have been more comfortable in a few decades ago. A hand knocked door of the office and waited to be let in.

* * *

Carnage looks up from his work. "I suppose you want to interrogate me too? The cops were at me all night. And not in the fun way." He doesn't look from his work, but does wave her in. His office is sparse, with a lot of sharp metal edges and concrete. It's purposefully designed to be a place people would find it uncomfortable to linger.

* * *

"Actually no." Violet accepted the invitation in, allowing the door to close soundly behind her before she proceeded towards the desk where he was sitting, "I wanted to talk to you about something and then to ask you something. The most pressing is making you a replacement sleeve for the one you lost. Because I have to say…I prefer your old look, and I know you must do the same."

* * *

"Flatterer," drawls Carnage. He huffs. The pretty face really doesn't suit him. Instead of intimidating, he just sort of looks…constipated as he half-sneers at Violet. "Be quick about it. My tolerance for questions is pretty low right now. As for my sleeve. Don't worry about that. I've got a custom order in to my specifications. It'll be here inside a week."

* * *

"Only when flattery will get me somewhere. And it's never worked on you before. But if you already have one on order, then that's most of the reason for my visit sorted. I was going to offer to see to the sleeve, but you seem to have that in hand." Violet did not seem disappointed in that. Carnage had far too many resources and connections. "So. In anticipation of the…work to come, I've been resurrecting some of the old interrogation programs we used to use during the worst of the insurrections on the colonies. I'd rather not upload from my shop or from the Rose. If you have a space suitable to be a black box, I'd like to start setting up there."

* * *

"I'd be a fool to not have a backup plan for my sleeve in my line of work." And Carnage has been called many things - but fool is not one of them. He stands up from behind his desk and slides fingers down the lapels of his loud suit. The clashing colours at least take any pleasant edge off the way he looks right now. "If I have a space. I think your actual question should be, 'Carnage, where's your off-site torture space?'" Toothy smile. "I have no doubt Sparks' gangster friend will run some candidates in for you sooner rather than later. I'll let you take a first crack at…cracking them. But if you get a confirmation, I want a go."

* * *

The left edge of Violet's mouth quirked into a smile, "Can you blame a girl for wanting a crack at a job that custom?" As fearful as most people were of the man, and yes, there was some sort bit of that in Violet, she'd be stupid not to fear Carnage, there was a deep respect as well, for a man who was never anything more or less than what he was. No pretense or artifice. "Oh, I was trying to be subtle. So. Carnage, where's your off-site torture space? A girl has needs." The smile flashed briefly to a grin, "I'll be reaching out to Sparks as soon as we're done here. And when I find out anything, you'll be the first to know." Beat, "Which brings me to the ask, "I want a copy of the TBT. The full-rez one that started all of this. There is some shit going on, and this is at the heart of it. I want to compare it to what's been floating around the podnet and find out what it is in there that someone would be so afraid of that they would go after you."

* * *

"Don't worry, Doc. There's some modifications I want you to make to my sleeve before I slide back into it. Some after-market touches." Things that a synth lab of any quality wouldn't add to their goods, no matter how much money they were being paid. Carnage tilts his head, and his ONI flutters, sending an address to Violet's. It's not too far away, above a cybernetic repair shop.

As for the ask? He puffs up his cheeks. In his old sleeve, they might have puffed up semi-comically (but really more unsettlingly.) "Why do you want to poke in on all of this, Grey? It's messy business. And I don't go poking around in messy business unless there's money in it. What's your motivation?"

* * *

Violet's smile widened, some amusement in her words, "You do know how to treat a girl right, Carnage." But that did not lessen her acknowledgment of the trust he placed in her skill, "Thanks," and that after he sent the address. "At first, I wanted to know what the fuck someone brought into the Rose. I'm curious, and I don't like mysteries. No. That's a lie. I don't like mysteries I can't solve. That shit wasn't Aubergine. Or at least, the aubergine was only a carrier for something a hell of a lot nastier. I might have been willing, possibly, to write off the original TBT. I might even have been willing to write off the shattered stack that turned up on my door. Until some dumb fuck decided to take out my boss. Except that they didn't, did they? They kept you alive and made sure that the story would spread like wildfire. And draw everyone who was anyone like sharks on chum hoping to get to whatever it is someone else is trying to make sure no one finds out about. The shit doesn't add up. But it's all building to something. There is something going on here that someone wants desperately to cover up. And someone else desperately wants to get out there. Either camp, I have no doubt, would pay top dollar for whatever it is." And then she paused, "They came into my home, Carnage." Not literally her home, but her space, "And they fucked with someone I don't appreciate them fucking with." Violet actually liked her boss, who'd have thunk it. "And they're going to pay, in as many ways as I or you, can make them pay."

* * *

"Aww, ain't you sweet," drawls Carnage. The saccharine tone actually sounds semi-genuine in his current voice, but Violet knows him well enough to know he certainly didn't mean it that way. The most generous reading would be 'acknowledgment of her loyalty.' "So you're pissing over your territory. But you gotta realize you're fighting for piss space with some pre-tty big dogs in this. And take it from someone who is fairly accustomed to doing same - you don't do that lightly."

* * *

"I'm not, as if happens, though I've learned how to put on the mask when it's necessary." Violet was not fool enough to actually believe that poor attempt at an affectionate compliment. "I am. And I'm not about to back down because someone wants to try to prove that their dick is bigger than mine." Violet glanced down at herself, "Even if I don't have one at the moment. My aim is still damned good. So, then can bring it. I'd didn't get to this point by not being willing to break the things that need breaking."

* * *

"So where does my shiny, sexy, stack-slagging TBT of a meth come into play in your investigation, hmm? Can you understand why I might be reluctant to release that into your care." Again, Carnage's mannerisms are designed to be unsettling when he looks like a marionette, not a Ken doll. It comes off vaguely like flirting in the overly-handsome synth, but Violet of course, knows better.

* * *

"She doesn't, that I am aware of, yet. But her clones do. You read the data, right? The one that came from the Fatale clone? When I spun her up in VR, just before she started to burn the construct down around us, she started muttering a designation, instead of her name. Nineteen Alpha Thirty. It's not any designator that I could find in the C-TAC databases. And the one in the TBT spoke another, Nineteen Zeta Thirteen. I don't think either of them were actually Longbow. Just a couple of DHF riding the best flesh money could buy. But why Longbow? Why that clone. Why that meth? And, what is the significance of Latimir. The first clone had that accent, the second slagged herself at the Hippodrome there. There's a message in there. Somewhere, something that's either been lost to compression or deleted from the one that's been passing around, but, I think, isn't in yours."

* * *

"If I let you see it," says Carnage, too-neat eyebrows arching, finger wagging in her face. "You can't take it off-site, you can't share it around. I'm still hopin when the heat cools, I can make a mint off it. Though obviously I gotta sit on it for awhile now." He rolls his shoulders forward. Not easy for him to admit he's been threatened into silence, but not many would come after him without the clout to back it up. He knows his place. It's part of the reason he's as powerful as he is, and his stack's still in one piece. "Me, I don't give a fuck about the mystery. I just want to get the heat of my back, and get paid."

* * *

Violet's face fell, not in disappointment, but back into a neutral, serious expression. This was business, and she dealt with it as such. "I won't." And there was utter conviction in her words. If those were his terms, those were his terms. "Then let me figure out what the damned thing means and why someone was willing to make an example and a spectacle of you to do it. And if I find whatever it is they're looking for, I'll give you first crack at it." In case it was something Carnage could make a mint off of. Or just use for payback.

* * *

"If I can give you a word of warning?" Carnage's chin tilts down and his eyebrows go up. "Don't watch the part where she slags her stack unless you're really ready to feel what real death feels like. I've got a version set up that'll cut off just before the trigger pulls. It is nooooot for the faint of heart. There is a market for it, of course," he holds a hand up to his face and says out of the side of his mouth, "Real sickoes. But I'd suggest sticking to the sexy bits."

* * *

Violet's brown creased, as she watched the shift in Carnage's face. "Sometimes, Carnage, I think I've been waiting to know what that feels like for over eighty years. But I will take your advice and the warning." There was a snort, at the attempt at levity, "Like the sort of people who come to the Rose hoping to see real death with their own eyes? But you do know how to give a girl ideas. Imagine isolating that moment and running it in a loop, over and over again."

* * *

"Effective torture, especially with the resolution I've been able to procure and the facilities on Latimer." Carnage whuffs out a breath. "I knew there was a reason I kept you around." He wags a finger. "So I'll set up a copy on the server at the off-site location. You can run it back and forth as many times as you want. But you and I know each other well enough that I don't need to threaten you about what will happen if I find out that recording makes it out into ye olde wilde."

* * *

"I thought that might have been the reason." There was a quirk of a smile at that, but it didn't reach Violet's eyes. "I know, Carnage. You've been kind to me, if that word even applies. Trusted me. But I know the price of breaking faith with you. And I don't plan to force your hand into making me pay it." There was only absolute honesty in her words, "I really liked that sleeve, you know? And somebody is going to pay for what they tried to do."

* * *

"Watch your mouth. If you ever call me 'kind' again, there'll be some very not-kindness in your future." Carnage rolls his shoulders forward and straightens his tie. "I have a reputation to maintain. And don't worry. I'll be back to my old self and out of this Plastic Fantastic model in no time."

* * *

"Is that a promise?" Violet did, on occasion, know how to sass, but she also knew how to not push too many buttons. "Precisely. And that abomination is not helping your reputation at all. I swear, I didn't pick the model. I asked for the best synth sleeve Galen could supply. I had no idea what I'd get would be every teenage girl's wet dream."

* * *

"You should have known. 'Best' in most peoples' opinion is most fuckable, not best for striking fear into the hearts of peons." Carnage chuckles. "Mmmkay. If there's nothing else? I've got some shit to do thanks to the cops and these assholes taking me out of commission."

* * *

"Clearly someone needs to diversify their tastes. But what the fuck do I know. I got the military model, not the House sex doll model." Violet shook her head, stepping back from where Carnage might or might not still be straightening his tie. "No. I'll be on my way. I want to look over the facility and start getting my programs in place. I'll set up an encrypted channel, if you need to contact me."

* * *

"Do me a favour, Grey?" says Carnage as he walks back to his desk. He leans on the edge of it, balancing on his fingers, "Don't involve me more than I need to be? I don't care if you chase down your mystery and go all Nancy Drew. But I'm not interested beyond whether it's a threat to my business, or if it gives me an opportunity to get paid. OK?"

* * *

Violet looked over, watched Carnage as he made his way back to his desk. "Not involving you more than you need to be is my number one priority. They didn't touch your stack the last time. They may not play as nice next time. If there's any heat, I'll take it. And maybe die for it. But fuck if I'm going to let that stop me." Violet turned, to make her way out of the office. "And Carnage? Don't lose the tie until your regular model comes in. You let the wrong girl see you with that shirt unbuttoned? You'll be slagging a stack for all the wrong reasons." And with that, Violet Grey made the fasted departure she could, lest her stack end up being the one that got slagged.