Sweet Sweet Justice (Iriel/Bone)

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Just know who the ENEMY is

[attr="class","nabody"]Samuel looked at the guy who spoke about how he had just been holding the bag of candy.  Then he looked back at the shopkeep with a smile.

"See?  That makes more sense.  It would be weird for a grown man to risk arrest for a bag of candy.  Speaking of which, you are the only person in my career so far to have called the cops over such a minor theft.  It is not even gourmet candy for pete's sake.  I could see it if it was like one of those gourmet handmade candies my mum used to buy."  Yes, his mum had been quite the sucker for gourmet candy.  She used to say it was one of her only vices.  Something that she joked about was having it as her only vice.  Anyways, Samuel was here to solve a problem he'd been called to help with, not reminisce about his mother.  Then he heard the guy add on that he WOULD take 'that', pointing at a fan.  Samuel nodded in understanding, turning to the shopkeep.

"That too is more realistic.  If a guy's gonna attempt a theft in which he might get in trouble, he's going to go for something he actually wants, not a small snack."  Samuel rolled his eyes, especially as the shopkeep sputtered out something about the guy's admission about the fan being an admission of guilt.

"No, that is not an admission of guilt.  An admission of guilt would be something like 'I will steal that' or 'I did steal that'.  Both he and I understand it was a hypothetical sentence and so should you.  Now as it is, you've accused him of attempted theft.  I'd like to see the surveillance for that.  But you called the police to report a theft, not an attempted one."

"Yes there's a bag of candy already missing.  I'm sure he's a repeat offender."

"You're judging someone by appearances seems to me.  While that in itself is not a crime, I could also say that you LOOK like an unreasonable person who accuses random people and I would be as correct as you are.  Perhaps more so."  Samuel arched a brow as the shopkeep continued sputtering.  It was sort of amusing.  He turned to the accused.

"So what you're saying is...you're a fan of the fan."  Samuel smirked.  

"But seriously I want to see the surveillance."

"We don't have surveillance."

"And why would that be?  There are units that would likely be well within your price range.  If you are so commonly accusing people of theft, you'd think your first priority would be to get surveillance right?"  It was only logical.

"YOU DON'T KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO RUN A BUSINESS."  Samuel's eyes narrowed.

"Excuse me sir.  Have you heard of Ainsworth Armaments Incorporated?"  The shopkeep nodded, but just looked slightly confused.

"Yes.  That is my family's company.  So you see, I do know how it is to run a business.  And none of our shops or factories would be what they were without a good security team.  Or the security cameras just in case somebody starts funny business.  I am not blaming you for not having them, but if you feel like accusing people, it would be good to have proof other than your word against theirs.  Because some cops like myself will look into the matter further and not just believe you easily."  TEXT TEXT TEXT HERE TEXT HERE TEXT HERE

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[attr="class","nabody"]An awkward chuckle from the guy being accused.  Samuel heard the bit about the fan and he grinned, chuckling himself a bit.  Then he saw the hand being raised like a child and Samuel almost called on him out of habit.  He'd taught some of the kids in his neighbourhood swordsmanship.  He himself had just been a teenager in the town, but because he was an Ainsworth he knew more about swords than most around his own age.  He heard the question about whether he could take the fan and he looked at the shopkeep, then at the fan.  He arched an eyebrow at the shopkeep, who then confirmed it was not for sale.  Samuel had a feeling that would lead to some disappointment with what he was about to say.

"It's apparently not for sale.  So...probably gonna have to buy a fan somewhere else.  Worth noting that you have to buy it.  Perhaps I could help find one I know the shopping strip pretty well."  And the goofy guy was sort of growing on him.  He wanted to make sure the guy didn't get any more trouble because it looked like he didn't know how to deal with it.  Rock-like candy that could break you teeth huh...he looked at the shopkeep and then picked up the bag of candy to look at it.

"This isn't rock candy.  And the expiration date is passed by three months.  You can't be selling this."  Samuel was finally getting the full picture.  The likelihood of this shopkeeper accusing people of stealing the candy because of it being expired was high.  Samuel had the idea that maybe the accusations were a way of trying to recuperate the costs of expired unsold candy.  There was no way this guy was going to get away with it.  He looked at the accused and thought it was probably because the shopkeep thought he was an easy target.  

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[attr="class","nabody"]Samuel was sort of arguing with the shopkeeper.  It was sort of onesided though since the guy didn't really have a leg to stand on where the 'theft' was concerned.  Then he heard the accused ask if he could be excused.  Samuel nodded.

"Sure.  I think we're done here..."  His sentence trailed off when the guy added that he'd seen a dumpster he wanted to visit.  Samuel looked at the guy.  Then back at the shopkeep.  Then at the guy who apparently casually mentioned dumpster diving.  

"Alright so I have enough for my report.  I'm done here.  Next time don't call the cops for such a menial thing.  We aren't your security, so get some security and pay for it yourself."  Then he looked back at the would-be dumpster diver.

"Okay you know what you are not dumpster diving whatever you need you're going to tell me.  I am going to get you a good meal and..."  He looked at the guy's clothing.  Well that was less than splendid but commenting on someone's fashion sense was not polite.  He had at least THAT much sense.

"If you need clothing or something, I will help you out."  One thing he did not do was to ignore people who needed help.  He'd been taught to always step in and help, and that had led to him being a police officer.  That said, he still had plenty of money.  He was his parents little boy and they took care of them.  Plus he had some investments on the side that supported him.  He didn't use that much of his money anyways.  Just an average place to stay.  Hm he realized he had jumped right into this without introducing himself.

"By the way, my name's Samuel Ainsworth.  Just Sam's fine though."  

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[attr="class","nabody"]The guy didn't seem to see anything wrong with the clothing he had on.  Well...Samuel didn't want to be rude.  But he also really wanted to upgrade what this guy was wearing.  He'd probably have an easier time with people if he were dressed nicely.  People weren't so eager to accuse a guy in a sharp looking suit for example.  He didn't plan on buying a suit because that wasn't too many peoples' preferences of course.  It was a simple example.  There was a saying that clothes made the man, and while Sam did not think that clothes were quite that big of a deal, they were undeniably one part of what people judged in their first impression of someone.  He heard the comment about wanting a screwdriver.  Somehow Samuel was reminded of a grade schooler making a wish list for Santa.  He didn't know why that was brought to mind for him of course.  The guy turned to Samuel and Samuel was struck by the unique eyes.  Samuel supposed they might be cybernetic eyes, an interesting prospect.  There weren't too many with them that he had met, probably because the operation was delicate.  In any case, the guy HAD mentioned wanting a screwdriver.  Samuel assumed by context clues that he was talking about an actual screwdriver and not, like, the alcoholic drink with orange juice.  Samuel walked after the guy, and heard the introduction.

"Good to meet you Iriel.  Now, I think a screwdriver could be arranged too."  He smiled, brushing a bit of his black hair out of his eyes to reveal his own dark eyes.

"I know a few good places for stuff.  If you don't want the stuff, feel free to say so I'm not going to force you into shopping or anything.  But I mean...if you want some specifics rather than having to wish upon a dumpster, then it would be fine.  Not all mechanical parts though.  Need to be practical, you don't need THAT many parts I'm sure.  Anything in mind that you'd like?  Shirts, pants, or bionics parts you might need?"  He flexed his bionic hand for emphasis.

"I know some good places for that as well.  Need to with this arm of mine."  It had advanced synthskin so nobody would be able to tell, but it was cyborg up to his shoulder's socket. 

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[attr="class","nabody"]The guy kept looking down.  It made Samuel wonder whether it was nervousness or force of habit.  It reminded him of some magi he had seen.  Those who had unfortunately been given as gifts.  Samuel was from high society.  Even his family had a magi servant who had been a slave.  That guy had some of the same postures at first, but gradually they disappeared as he was treated better and better by the Ainsworth family.  However, that didn't stop slaves being kept by the other families in high society.  It had always disgusted him.  Now, that wasn't to say he was making any assumptions about what Iriel had been through.  However he shared some traits and it made Samuel rather curious about the guy's past.  Then he heard the guy say that he didn't know what he needed.

"Well then in that case I hope you don't mind if I help you out a bit with getting some stuff."  He had some rough ideas about what the guy could probably use, and Samuel enjoyed shopping for others to begin with anyways.  When Samuel had mentioned having a bionic arm though, interest was clearly piqued by the expression Iriel had on his face.

"Yes I do.  And no it isn't like yours because my parents decided to get me advanced synthskin.  Better for the family business if one of their sons wasn't a visible cyborg.  They weren't ashamed of me.  They made that entirely clear.  But this way those who are prejudiced don't affect our business because they don't know I'm a cyborg.  That was the main idea at the time anyways.  Now they don't care as much, especially my siblings who are starting to take over.  They refuse to hide anything.  Kind of unusual for high society."  Part of what he'd said was just him musing to himself really.  He smiled.

"Take a guess which is my bionic arm."  He smirked slightly, amused at the interest he was finally getting from the guy.  Perhaps his bionic wasn't such a bad thing.  He'd never really seen it as a bad thing, but rather one he was indifferent about.  This way though, he was also acting as an icebreaker which worked great.

"You have a fifty fifty chance of guessing right after all."  Samuel grinned at the guy who he hoped would be a new friend.  

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[attr="class","nabody"]Samuel saw the body language and then heard the words about not having much money and he chuckled, a kind smile coming across his features.

"You have misunderstood me Iriel.  You don't need money.  I want to buy you some things.  You look like you might be able to use some things.  You may not have the money, but I do.  And I do not use it.  Once in a while, it's a good thing to use money on someone else, as long as they're deserving.  You seem like a good candidate."  In Samuel's mind, it was charity and yet it wasn't.  He was just helping someone with less luck than himself.  His family had grown rich by hard work, but his family had always made sure to teach him all about how it wasn't completely hard work.  That it also required luck.  Samuel had found people with less luck before, but Iriel was one of the most 'deserving' of kindness he'd seen.  At least as far as he could tell right then.  Then the guy started feeling Samuel's arms to see and he grinned.  The guy was clearly very interested.  Then he guessed and Samuel chuckled.

"Nope.  It's my left.  Lost it trying to save my sister.  Advanced synthskin is a marvel, isn't it?  Looks almost completely indistinguishable from the real thing."  He heard the words about not being allowed synthskin too.

"Did your parents not allow it, or was it someone else?  You don't have to answer if you don't want to.  I'm just curious, like you seem to be about things.  And you won't have the possibility of knowing something unless you ask, right?"  That was his way of looking at things.

"If you want, we can get some cyborg parts for you too.  I'd imagine there might be some things needing decent upkeep on your limbs just like my own."