Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20180122052038/@comment-5999656-20180208070048

Lustra's eyes lingered on Raiden's suitcase. She could have sworn that she had seen it move of its own accord. As she glanced back up at his face, two theories formed in her mind. One was that there was some kind of being inside. A robot, perhaps. Given the autonomy displayed by some of the latest Atlesian models, having a miniature helper bot didn't seem that farfetched. The other idea, which deserved some more solemn consideration, was that Raiden had some kind of muscle tremor issue. But if that were so, then why would he talk to his own arm? Lustra didn't want to ponder the implications of that, so she passed over her chance to comment on it. Nonetheless, she would keep her eyes open for another instance of it happening.

"Well, police officers are never nice to convicted criminals," Lustra began slowly. "It's worse when their parents killed a well-liked commissioner years ago, and then all of a sudden she shows up with blood on her hands."

Lustra looked closely at Raiden, daring him to question her further. And then she turned to face forward again.

"If I pulled an actual stunt, I would never taste freedom again. I just hate being treated like trash."

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"Don't worry. I'll just look through it while I'm here."

Nozomi unstacked the large boxes and gingerly lifted the lid off of number 374. She reached down and pulled out a mess of plastic bags containing photographs and handwritten notes, and began to sift through them patiently.