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 They Even Caught Me On Camera (It Wasn't Me), 17 May 2167 | @Murad
Vels Kruger
 Posted: May 25 2018, 06:01 PM
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27 YEARS
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Focused in soundwaves creation and manipulation, Vels can make sounds loud enough to break glass or even bones, or he can make perfect silence. He can hear every conversation in the city at every moment of every day (but he's gotten damn good at finding the ones that matter). His suppressants push his abilities down to a 100 yard diameter, so ... that's better, right?
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Vels couldn't barely remember a time in his life that he wasn't on Suppressant, but this didn't feel like it ever had before. His head was spinning and his stomach wouldn't settle. He was barely conscious, and he knew it was because the woman in the next room was keeping him this way.

Operatives by-in-large traveled in pairs, and these two were no different. The Typic was speaking to the Chief and Murad as his partner stood silent at his side. Some equated Typic and Evolute teams to a police officer and his attack dog, though the stereotype rarely held up in practice. "We're getting a cell set up for him, but until then he's yours." He glanced through the one-way mirror into the interrogation room where Vels sat sedated by a heavy mixture of suppressant and one of the mental manipulators who graced the DEA's arsenal. "He'll be able to hear everything in the building." The Typic continued. He hoped they had read the file, but it was dangerous to assume competency when there was so high a chance that secrets could be spilled. He made a motion towards the woman as he spoke, "What the doctor gave him should keep him from being able to kill anyone, but it won't dampen his ability to hear. So keep quiet. Write things down instead of saying them if its even slightly sensitive. And--"

"Don't piss him off." The Evolute finally spoke. He matched the stereotype from his full beard to his dark, round eyes, short stature, and heavy frame. He looked like a bull dog and a trash compactor had been combined in some tragic way to create a human being. One would wonder what ability he possessed, perhaps, for the ID he'd held up beside his partner's was not informative in any way except for a subtle difference in color if someone dared to look long enough at either badge to identify which was which. Otherwise, the suited pair was just that -- a pair of government operatives doing what they did best: keeping everything in line.

The Typic chuckled and shook his head, holding out his hand towards the Chief and then towards Murad. The Evolute did the same.

The woman lingered, silent. She was in her late sixties, but time had been kind to her. Her back bend over only the tiniest fraction. Where some grew heavy with age, she had grown brittle. Her eyes were trained on Vels. "He doesn't think he's done anything wrong." Her statement was not reading the mind, but reading the features of a man who was rattling the chains of his cuffs and tapping them in time to what seemed to be a rhythmic jazz that he was composing.

"We wish you the best." The Typic said again. And then they were gone, and the APD was left with a T1 in their interrogation room.

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Time passed with Vels' state of mind foggy. He didn't know what was the suppressant and what was this overwhelming feeling of calm, but as it faded -- whether it was minutes or hours or days, he didn't know. All that he knew was that he was sitting alone in a room. He'd been listening to everything. Every word in the building; every secret love affair's stolen kisses and whispers (and there were far too many for such an esteemed profession); every call home that announced his presence as if he were the beast of the ball.

As Vels' mind came back to him, he tried to get up, but found that his wrists were cuffed (which surprised him despite how much he'd been playing with them to make the soft percussion he'd needed). He tugged on them for a moment like he didn't realize they weren't toys that would come undone with a second's frustration. A frown found its way onto his face as it had when Murad had walked to his door. For a moment he looked angry and then he started to giggle. It wasn't the dangerous giggle of a man who was going to kill someone, but the giggle of a seven year old who had a secret that they would reveal if given forty seconds or asked the question what's so funny?

Forty seconds of course came first. His eyes focused through the mirror at the officers lingering on the other side. "You can uncuff me." he offered. "I don't need my hands see?" His hands pressed flat against the table. The sounds in the building washed the way that it had when Murad had been around him before, but it was less precise. It was like he was using a soup bowl to throw water on someone's face instead of a bucket. He still had powers, impressive and dangerous powers -- but dampened. The movement stopped as he held his hands up, and then started again. "See? Cuffs don't do anything. Actually!" He chimed. "Maybe I can pick it. That would be cool, right? If I could pick a lock? I bet I can. I can cut pens in half! And make them float. You should see it." he babbled before he started to whistle--a piercing noise which permeated the entirety of the precinct--and he didn't stop.

@Murad Hassan | Hopefully this starter's alright! I figure maybe someone finally gets infuriated by Vels whistling and sends someone in to shut him up/ask him questions now that he's lucid? -- Also we can migrate the date forward or back as you see fit; that's why I made the time kind of wobbly.
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 Posted: May 31 2018, 10:53 PM
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This wasn’t Murad’s first rodeo. But it was his first time dealing with a T1. As such, he’d decided to play everything safe. He’d read the file before he went to pick him up. He had wanted the DEA team to stick around but had accepted silently when they hadn’t. “There’s not exactly going to be a lot of secrets,” he said. “It’s a very public murder case, not some kind of top-secret mission. But your point is taken, thank you.” He’d shaken their hands, then turned to look at the woman. To her, he just nodded. Nothing he could do here.

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He didn’t go in immediately. That had always been part of the game—let them sit, mull it over, chew on it just a little bit. He did his paperwork. He walked into the room to stare through the mirror a couple of times, then back out. He remembered that Vels could hear everything in the building, so he had them all use instant messaging. He didn’t even flinch as the sound washed over the building, letting the sergeants and lieutenants do the frantic hand waving to calm down the room of suddenly jumpy cops as he continued with his paperwork.

And then there was a whistling. Murad fetched his earbuds and did his best to ignore it. He was doing quite well until someone tapped on his shoulder. He twisted to see his lieutenant standing over his shoulder. There was a look of strain on his face.

“Make. It. Stop.”

They still weren’t exactly on good terms, so Murad couldn’t tell him to stuff it, friendly or not. But he suspected that in this case, Vels had won. Round one, the double-agent. Round two—yet to be seen.

So Murad gathered up his paperwork and made his way into the room. He would do the first one on his own, just in case they wanted to do good-cop-bad-cop.

“Hi Vels,” he said, voice even as he settled down across from the man. “Mind stopping the whistling? You’re scaring the rookies. Need anything? Water, whatever?” There weren’t a lot of things, but since putting the man on edge hadn’t worked, might as well try putting him at his ease.

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Vels Kruger
 Posted: Jun 12 2018, 09:54 PM
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Focused in soundwaves creation and manipulation, Vels can make sounds loud enough to break glass or even bones, or he can make perfect silence. He can hear every conversation in the city at every moment of every day (but he's gotten damn good at finding the ones that matter). His suppressants push his abilities down to a 100 yard diameter, so ... that's better, right?
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The whistling continued while Murad opened the door; it continued while Murad started speaking; it continued until the last syllable was uttered in the request and then it stopped. Vels, who had been staring intently at his cuffs, which he was painstakingly trying to pick, stopped.

His eyes moved from where they were focused on the handcuffs to the police officer. In some way, the nonchalance that he still seemed to have was just as eerie as it had been when he'd been standing in the night club or assuring everyone that he wasn't really being arrested a few days prior. He smiled, because none of this made any sense.

Vels was a hero. Heroes didn't get arrested. That didn't make sense. That wasn't how the world worked.

He tried to stand and then remembered he was cuffed and wiggled his arms. "Hi, Murad!" he chimed as if he weren't in a police station interrogation room; as if he were not one the opposite side of the cage than he usually was. He was an interrogator, though his reputation did not proceed him in this instance.

"Sorry sorry sorry. I didn't mean to scare anyone. I'm just trying to get this new trick. See." he started whistling again, and stopped almost immediately. "I'm not whistling. I remember." he said as if the two of them had an inside joke that he was teasing about. He pointed at him, eyes gleaming.

"I don't need water -- no, well, I'd just like to get out of these cuffs. I promise I won't go anywhere. And they don't do anything." He closed his eyes. "But I have a really bad head ache. I can't do anything right right now." he said with frustration. "It's like -- have you ever tried talking to a girl and you try to say that you think she's pretty, but instead you buy her six dozen roses?"

Vels had. The metaphor didn't make sense.

He was still drugged up. That was clear enough. "I just want to go home." he said. "I didn't kill that guy. I mean... There's rules." To what, it wasn't clear. Homicide? Ark City? The Cartel? "Anyway--"

He closed his eyes. "It's so loud." he whined despite the relative quiet in the interrogation room. The building went that eerie silent as he muted the sounds and then like a wall made out of water it washed back out. "I think they gave me too much suppressant." he said with an honest, innocent confusion as if he didn't understand that when someone died and your face was on the recording, your inalienable rights were somewhat more alien.

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Murad Hassan
 Posted: Jun 15 2018, 11:02 PM
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Yeah, Murad didn’t like how this was going. He noticed as the man was staring vacantly, trying to pick the cuffs, and then the gaze focused on him. Murad tilted his chin up—an old nervous habit that he could not always check—but did not otherwise react as the man smiled, tried to stand up, and chimed his name.

The captain and lieutenant had, of course, wanted an explanation of why he knew Vels. Tried to pick him up at a bar had not gone over particularly well, but Murad had remained steady. And, unlike some others in the precinct, he had two things going for him. One—he was an evolute himself, even if just a carrier. And for the other, he wasn’t scared by Vels.

Or at least, didn’t indicate that he was scared of Vels. The actual story was a little more complicated than that.

“What’s the new trick, Vels?” he asked, as if indulging one of his younger cousins. “And you can tell me without trying to demonstrate, please.” Vels, he was beginning to realize, was chatty. Murad could work with that, even if something about the man set him ever-so-slightly on edge. He wondered if Vels could hear the hairs on his neck raising. Hopefully not.

“No,” he said to Vels’s question. “Tried it for a guy once. Didn’t go as well as you’d think.” Men didn’t react well to flowers all the time. Especially when they were straight and the one offering them was another guy. But he’d been young and stupid at the time, and the bruises had eventually healed.

He was babbling again, and clearly out of it. Murad tilted his head to the side, crossing one leg over the other as he watched the man. “What rules, Vels? Cartel rules, or DEA? That’s a lot of hats you’re wearing these days. Do you know that reference?”

He was inclined to think that they had given him too much suppressant, but considering what Vels could do when on the suppressant, he didn’t want to see it without.

“Vels, did you know the judge?” he asked instead, leaning forward. “Maybe ran into him while on your Cartel business? And do you know a Tommy?”

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