Spam for Ray

[most_feared]

[After receiving a call from Ray, Kay puts in for the evening off at work (a rarity) and heads out to the address that Ray gave him sometime before. Thankfully the Black Track makes a trip from New York to almost anywhere doable, even without the rocket engines or flight control in modern MiB vehicles. He didn't want to use the car itself though- he didn't want to be so obviously tracked, he doesn't want the MiB itself to know about the Plane and the potential threats it might introduce to their world.

Grey was evidence of that. Even one agent mysteriously gone means their hackles are raised.

He heads up to Ray's office with the collar of his winter coat turned off and pulling off his regulation gloves, before he knocks on the door. He suspects this place might be a little like the hole in Wu's that leads to Menzies- convenient in this case, a potential pain in the ass in others.]

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[unseensense]

Eh, might backfire if you did. Without proper checking, it might end up just on the magical side and be the key to unlimited universal power. Then wouldn't you be regretting your choices.

[A low chuckle to himself. He can't say he hasn't thought about doing the same thing, but the thought of 'whoops, accidentally sent something great to someone I loathe' is the only thing keeping him from being a vindictive asshole.]

[most_feared]

Well hell, why didn't you tell me that was in there?

[He's joking though- not that he doubts that it could be in there.] Don't worry about it- I don't really want anything cursed roaming around even in the hands of people I hate, any more than I want weird monster fetishists with a thing for biting off hands.

[unseensense]

Come on, Kay. Shop that seems to have just about anything, of course it'll fuckin' have the key to unlimited universal power. That's how that shit works.

[He goes along with the joke just that little bit further because why not. This'll fill up his yearly quota of not being a complete and utter bastard.]

Yeah, cursed items can be a bitch. Some of them aren't so bad in the curse aspect, but then you got others that go out of their way to ruin you. So you might get something that lets you see in the dark but you're doomed to eternal papercuts, but you also might get something that allows you to win the lottery but it'll kill your family members as 'payment'.

[most_feared]

How much would you guess has something attached to it in that store? [He wouldn't be surprised by any number, but now his interest is piqued.]

[unseensense]

A lot.

[He licks his teeth as he thinks of the best way to explain it.]

It's easy to say the place sickens me- just about everything does. But this is... imagine being in a room filled with people. All of them loud, clamoring, pushing and shoving and making the place claustrophobic. All at once you've got a headache. And it gets worse. You can smell 'em, you can hear 'em, they're fucking touching you and now you just want to go collapse in the street and vomit.

[Ray nods to himself.]

That get the idea across of how much cursed and/or magical shit is in that joint?

[most_feared]

Not the most pleasant trip to the office. [Sounds like walking into a room with a race with no olfactory senses- he's been there, and barely managed to keep collected.

But he scowled the whole time.]

You seem like you're a pretty stand up guy. [Grumpy, but stand up.] What's the deal that means Jed has you by the balls?

[unseensense]

[It takes him only a second to open up a drawer in his desk and then toss a bottle of unmarked, unnamed pills in front of him.]

Those. I think you've seen me popping a couple before. They manage to dampen the old radar to manageable levels. But those are new. A little bribe to get me to work with the machine and those involved. [Ray sniffs derisively.] Prior to it, I worked for nothing. Somebody's gotta keep the streets clean, and he helped lead me to where I was needed.

[most_feared]

How bad is it without the drugs? [With the way he described going into the shop? His guess was pretty bad.]

[unseensense]

I think if I attempted to enter the machine like you can do, I'd be immediately rendered unconscious.

[He grabs the bottle of pills to put them back in the drawer.]

Possibly other things, but I don't plan on experimenting to find out.

[most_feared]

[He's thinking.] This body is an exact duplication of my own from a few decades ago. My mind was imprinted on a nueralyzed brain. But it doesn't seem to be making you sick-

So you can't handle more than base human. This is still human, even the mind is. But if it was something else-

[unseensense]

If it was something else, depending on how far you were from 'base human', I'd either be mildly queasy or bleeding from my eyes.

[That answered one of his questions, too. Body duplication. Alright. Not triggering his shitty sixth sense, has to be science. Interesting.]

[most_feared]

[He doesn't offer more on it, though. The man that made it is a genius- one that he hates a little bit.] Do you know if he has anything on anyone else?

[unseensense]

In the machine: no. But he knows about you. Knows about everybody.

[As if to illustrate this fact, he pulls another note from under the folder. He waves it around, held between his index and middle fingers before he flicks it into the trash.]

Outside of it: yes. Everybody's working for something. I did a little digging on the failures and freaks since the last time we talked in person, if you care to know. Well- aside from Rita.

[most_feared]

Oh, I'm interested. I'd hate to get in another situation where a guy suddenly knows that I'm looking under his skin at his fucked up bone structure. You know, right before he leads a buncha people down into his underground lair- I knew I shouldn't have let him take that piss by himself.

[That last self reprimand comes with a bit of a hateful look, disappointed in his own dutifulness.]

[unseensense]

[Which Ray doesn't touch, because after all, why the fuck would he? He's spouted the same sort of things to himself before, and god knows it can be frustrating as hell when someone saunters up all buddy buddy and whispers 'there there it isn't your fault'.]

Down the list, then.

[Where to start? Might as well go alphabetical.]

Elias Copperstone. Alcoholic, former cop, as I've mentioned before: failure category. Should be dead - I fount his obit in a paper. Fucker threw himself off a bridge. No details on circumstances, other than I noticed there were a lot of obits going up in a small fucking town like that all at once around the same time. Attached at the hip to his partner. Figuring the deal has to do with the guy, the way he looks at him like he expects the dude to drop dead.

Jacob Kross. The annoying as fuck guy who keeps latching onto my name as if I'm the goddamn solution to his problems. Interesting in that he's the only one not outta Catskill. Says he's from Tinmouth [pronounced Timmith] and moved to a town just outside of Catskill because it's bigger. Also outright said his deal was Jed assured him if he worked for him, he'd get his stupid key.

Jerry McCastor. Cop. Elias' partner. Cursed. It's been- deactivated, I guess you could say, but I can feel it lurking. Found an obit for him, too. Died in the middle of hunting down a depraved sonovabitch killing folk in town. Guessing the deal was the curse being turned off.

[Ray pauses thoughtfully, before adding in one last thing. Even thought he said he had nothing on Rita, he realises that isn't exactly true. He has one thing.]

And Rita... has no deal. She's just here because Kross is.

[most_feared]

[Possible theories? Mr. Copperstone feels responsible for whatever happened to Mr. McCastor. Even if it was the curse or the killer.] Did the Catskill killer have a name I could look up? [Damn most newspapers going to the internet now- he'll have to look in two places.]

I'll have to see if the key is to help out his lady friend somehow. If they're joined at the hip like that. In any case I'll have a look around and see what I find out.

[He hesitates as his pocket buzzes, and he squirms to reach into it and pull out his communicator. You can't really ignore calls from work when you work for the MiB.]

[unseensense]

Didn't find a name- seems the case went cold when McCastor bought it.

[And then Kay has a call, and Ray gestures to him that yeah, it's cool, you can take it, I don't care.]

[most_feared]

[And like the old fashioned guy he is, he's writing on an honest to god notepad and not some handheld thing as he's talking on the phone.

Check out store.

Find out more about Rita.

Look for evidence on the Catskill killer.

Not necessarily in that order.

And he's nodding with the occasional-] Yeah, uh huh. Alright. What?. No. [-before he covers the mic and looks to Ray.]

Do you know what looks like an overturned garbage can with semi-hemispherical protrusions in vertical lines down the surface with a plunger, a paint roller, a dome on top, a campy voice and a pissy attitude?

[unseensense]

A bad joke by a props department?

[That's what it sounds like, anyway.]

[most_feared]

[He turns back to the phone.] See if some advanced race might have raided a dump for household items. Wouldn't be the first time. If they're the traditional saucers get the right weapons together and I'll be there in [He looks at his watch] twenty minutes is fast enough to get to the moon, right?

[And he hangs up.] The paint rollers shoot. I have no idea what the hell is going on. They're attacking Lunar Max though and that's bad news. [He stands up and offers Ray his hand to shake.] I'll stop back in after having a look around. You look after that scratch...

[unseensense]

[Likewise, Ray stands. He does his best not to have a sort of flabbergasted look at 'twenty minutes fast enough to get to the moon'. Obviously, Kay is in a rush... a confusing rush, but-

He shakes the man's hand.]

No need to worry about me. Just go get your business done. Sounds... serious.

['Serious' isn't said with much conviction, but hey.]