IC Contact: thisavrou

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ACE Messages:

There's no greeting voice when your call goes to message—only a short period of static. Or is it whirring? Either way, it might not be the device causing the sound.


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Comments

3/3! HA

[notglitching]

[For a moment it looks like he's done. Then—]

Provide ID verification.

TEXT -> VIDEO

[squadgoals]

[She's mid-way typing up another reply when her TAB starts exploding with Rinzler replies. For the first one, she keeps typing — for the next few, she finally sighs, concedes, and swipes up to his window.]

I'm fine.

No assistance required, but I appreciate the offer.

Everyone who's on the books at Normandy Securities has been told, as has the Aquarium staff. Nihlus is next on the list.

Yes, I'm with the mediators.

[There's a pause in replies, briefly perplexed by "ID verification" — then shrugs, flipping over to video, her expression calm, but worn around the edges.]

This enough?

video + text;

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[The data reads as rote dismissal. The video feed isn't the proof he'd expected—or anything he thought she'd be allowed. Still, it doesn't seem to be a trick. No guarantee she isn't being forced, or that this isn't monitored... but it's not someone else typing out the words.

After a moment, the video feed returns. There's a wary cling of tension to the program's frame, unease approaching combat threat, but with no outlet to apply it. He doesn't like this. Not at all.

He nods.]

Violation?

[squadgoals]

I manipulated an employee of mine into stealing an Ingress signature, opening it, and encouraging others to join them.

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[Noise skips, harsh and scathing as the program stiffens.]

Lie.

[She didn't. He knows she didn't.]

[squadgoals]

[There's no change in Shepard's outward demeanor, save for her line of sight — from calm and unfocused, to a nigh laser-sighted stare into Rinzler's helmet.

Aha.]

You trying to argue for my innocence, here, Rinzler? Not going to work — I've already confessed.

[She gives the Program a small shrug, eyes still watching him carefully.

Of course. That explained how Chara would have known what to take in the first place.]

Think I was on the other side of this, last year. Times change, huh?

[notglitching]

[Already—why? The tension coiled through Rinzler's frame doesn't let up in the slightest, mask twitching in objection. She hadn't. She hadn't done it; it wasn't her fault, so why claim otherwise? Chara had planned the attack.

Rinzler had helped.]

Not like last time.

Purpose: admission?

[Not said (and strictly for whatever offscreen audience might be filtering her calls)—purpose: pretense?]