The Bay Harbor Butcher

Surprised by the sudden question, his eyes widen.

“Uh, my foster dad, yes. He was like my mentor, teaching me the ways of life…”

(💭: The ways of successfully killing people, that is.)

“What about you and your dad?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

He chuckles at the question.

“I just want something stable… where we can both understand each other. Like me and Rita.”

“I can see why Deb chose you. You have that one thing I know she loves, but I can never put my finger on what it’s called…”

Trying to make conversation.

(💭: If I’m going to get closer to my sister as she insists I do, I need to understand her surroundings… especially this guy here.)

“No, no, it’s fine. It was just a bit sudden, really.”

Scratching the back of his head.

“We’re… still looking into that, actually. Maybe a copycat killer..?”

(💭: Why bring that up? Especially to the man who did it…)

His eyes narrow. Now he’s a bit put off.

“Do you what you have to do!”

Another chuckle.

“Alright, Deb. Have fun getting those guys. See you later?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t visited him yet. Debra has, so you could ask her.”

Staring back into Rudy’s eyes.

“You have great analytical skills. You can come assist with the investigation, if you’d like. Deb would really appreciate it!”

He narrows his eyes.

(💭: Rudy intrigues me… no, he captivates me. He can’t just be a limb guy. He’s something more…)

“If he can drain all the blood from his victims, surely he wouldn’t be as careless as that faker.”

He laughs as well. He’s feeling an odd… connection to Rudy.

“We still don’t have a lead suspect. There was this guy who came in saying he was the killer, but it’s clear now that he was just trying to get some attention.”

(💭: Because the Ice Truck Killer knows who I am… he knows what I do, he knows all about me.)

“That would be an honour, Dr. Rudy!”

Chuckling.

“Me? I couldn’t do it on my own, I’ll need my colleagues for that.”

(💭: Until I get any sort of sufficient evidence pointing to one person… then I’m getting hands-on.)

Somewhat staring at the odd semi-smirk, but kinda ignoring it.

“You’re doing a great job helping Tony out. We all appreciate it.”

(💭: Does he have some darkness of his own..? Interesting. Very interesting…)

“Of course! The Ice Truck Killer is ruthless! First those chopped up bodies, now him… at least they got me and Debra working on his case, am I right?”

He laughs.

“I would not have the spirit he does if I was in his position. Maybe it’s all the girls that come to his room… that’s what Deb told me.”

“Yeah, actually. Don’t use them often, though. Do you wanna come visit sometime? It can be fun.”

(💭: It just doesn’t match the feeling of actually doing it to a real human. The satisfaction…)

(💭: She doesn’t know I’ll do anything to protect her… but that’s for the best.)

“Alrighty. If you need me, just call. Now, go kick some evildoer behinds for me.”

He chuckles.

(💭: As if I don’t do enough of my own.)

“It’s not really as cool as I picture it in my head. I just look at a dead body, and boom! I see how everything played out, almost as if I was killing them myself…”

Widening his eyes, spacing out a little bit.

(💭: Because I probably would if not for the code. I’d be just like the people I hunt…)

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“Speaking of your patients, how’s that prosthetics job going? I’m sure having Tucci over there brought a lot of attention to your spot.”

Patting Brian — I mean, Rudy on the shoulder.

“I don’t know, honestly. It just doesn’t disgust me like with other people. Besides, what’s it gonna do; come alive and splash on me?”

Awkward attempt at humour. He nervously chuckles.

“Maybe I’ve just seen it so much at work that it doesn’t really have much of an impact. It’s almost my water…”

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“Forensics at Miami Metro. I’m not too involved in actually dealing with criminals, that’s what my colleagues are for.”

(💭: At least not until I get into my other line of work…)

He smirks at his own thought.

“I’ve always been a blood guy.”

“Oh, yup! Rudy, the prosthetic engineer. Deb’s told me lots about your work; you’re doing good things for many people, and my sister’s one of them — don’t think she needs a new arm, though.”

He shakes Brian’s hand, chuckling.

(💭: You give limbs, I take limbs… but both our jobs are to save lives.)

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“Are you one of Deb’s new boyfriends? Nice to meet you while it lasts.”

“Then I guess you just shouldn’t do it at all. Don’t worry, Deb, I can fend for myself.”

(💭: I’m fine with being underestimated, infantilised even. It only makes the first rule of the code easier to enforce: never get caught.)

“I don’t think she’d pull something like that on you. You’re too good!”

“You know you can punch him in other places, right?”

His attempt at humour. He awkwardly chuckles.

(💭: Only thing insane about that is the possibility of him finding me… not going to happen.)

“…staying with us, it is…”

(💭: She can’t find anything. She can’t.)

As Dexter, Debra and Hanna head to the former’s place, the blood spatter analyst sighs.

“So what did you come here looking for? Well, other than a residence.”

“Well, something’s clearly happened to you. If you tell us what it is, we can figure out what to do from here.”

Dexter follows Hanna and Debra.

(💭: More specifically, *I* can figure out what to do from here, because if this is the doing of a man or woman… I’ll take matters into my own hands.)

“I insist. Wherever you came from, it looks like it’s treated you very badly. If you tell us something, we can help you.”

Dexter doesn’t really catch her dismissal, and is persistent in understanding her situation.

"Even If You Put A Bunch Of Loners Together in a group, it doesn't change the fact that we're all still loners. And of course, every loner is a scumbag"

An Independent Portrayal of Tomoko Kuroki

Written By: #Oasis

#RP #AnimeRP #MVRP #MultiverseRP #SliceofLifeRP

(well Dexter has officially had his first Bluesky kill!)