Log:Records on Victor Price

Grimm Family Matters 2020/07/31 	 Slinger Grimm

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It's late in the evening when Grimm teleports home. But not so late that she couldn't order pizza ahead of time so it'll be there to meet her shortly. She appears in a dimming of darkness in her living room, dressed cozily in a white band tank top with black and red album art, and black moto leggings along with Doc Marten boots. It's been a wild rollercoaster. She's between sad, driven, and currently, smitten. But smitten has to take a back seat, because there's work to do.

"Dae? I mean, Slinger? Are you here?" she calls out while looking at her phone, not even looking up to see if he's right there or use her shadow sight to check.

The former Spyder slides down a webline attached to a hand spun hammock. "Yo." He says simply- somehow short for words despite his usual vigor.

"Just got in from swinging about." He says- still avoiding the term 'patrol' as any proper Daemon would.

Grimm slips her phone in her back pocket and offers a tired smile. "Good. Hope you're hungry. I ordered pizza."

"This shell isn't nanite fueled... so it's always hungry." Slinger says with a sudden ebullience at the mention of food. "I'm going to need to do something about that eventually. Even if its after I get back into my OG body. What'd you put on it? And what have you been up to all day?" He inquires, soundling like he's in the mood to chat.

"Pepperoni and cheese. And another has bacon chicken ranch. Plus some wings," Gabrielle notes, smiling a bit at his complaints of hunger. Then blushing a bit as he asks what she was up to today. "Um. Just...stuff." She decides to cover by focusing on the bad parts. "Dialydd isn't...well. He's not recovering from whatever Victor did to him. He's dying and asked me to help get him released from the clinic so he could pass away at home..."

Slinger nods approvingly. "Amazing." He says appreciatively before quirking a brow at her reticence to specify where she's been. Paranoia spikes momentarily until she elaborates on Dialydd's current state.

"Oh- I had no idea..." He says flipping to the ground to console her.

"Well- I can help with that. I can push paper as good as I ever did before- just not as quickly." He says. "What do you need?"

Grimm sighs heavily. "I just found out the other day." She actually feels guilty because she spent some time with Jack when she should've been tracking down Victor. Or doing more for Dialydd. But she needed a break after knocking around some lower level DEMON agents for intel. "I need to find out what Victor's been up to all these years to know what we're up against. Where he operates. What time zone. What he's fully capable of. All I could find out is that he's a member of DEMON, though these days he isn't associated with any Demonhame. He does mostly his own thing. And you got to be pretty powerful, nasty, or depraved to be given that sort of leeway."

He sighs- feeling particularly blind without his tertiary lobe and all the gifts it granted. "I need to get around to replacing my smartframes. Maybe get an upgrade since I've also got to saddle this thing with a third-lobe."

"Let me see your laptop. I'm pretty sure I can handle all that- well most of that, as long as he's been online." Slinger replies, making grabby hands at Gabrielle. "You magic types don't always /need/ social media- so lets hopefully he's particularly ego-driven and less depraved than most of these DEMON guys..."

Grimm heads over to the kitchen table and grabs her laptop, pulling out the power cord and then walking over to grabby-hands McGee. "I don't think I've ever seen you use an actual laptop," she comments as he holds it out to his sticky fingers.

Grimm adds, "I also don't think I've even seen you out of the new suit yet. What're you like under the suit? Is it like...a gummy sticky bald clone under there or something?" She teases because she can feel that it's not. And she can sense his facial expressions. But feeling isn't the same as seeing.

Slinger palms the laptop and opens it. "Funny- without my extra bits I don't even remember when the last time I used a real laptop was. Thought controlled computing is the only way to fly..." He says wistfully.

"Haven't been out of the new suit yet. Well besides that incident with the drinks in the park. But I'm pretty sure we blacked most of that out." Well- he's selectively chosen not to remember anyway since his feelings were so thoroughly put out for review.

"I almost wish it were all weird looking under here. I like the mask better. This body is too close to the real thing... and I may have used donor DNA from a dead friend..." He says, typing in between statements rapidly. "...not specifically due to nostalgia but superior and wholly natural genetic material. His fast-muscle reflexes were borderline superhuman by the right measurements... I just hadn't realized the genetic coding overlay between those features & his facial mannerisms... or this Personality Matrix's nostalgic emotional thresholds. Needless to say, looking in the mirror is annoying on my best day."

"I...honestly don't remember much," Gabrielle plays dumb. She does remember the embarrassing incident with Dream Girl. She still has certain feelings on that. "You...just happened to have the DNA of a dead friend? I didn't know you had any friends," she teases faintly, but then says more seriously, "You never told me about any of your friends. You especially didn't mention one being dead. Or looking like them."

She hesitates. "Did you want to...talk about it?" She knows Daemon never would, but he hasn't been himself lately. Due to the 'Personality Matrix's nostalgic emotional thresholds'. Aka being more human maybe.

"Maybe 'Friend' is too strong a word. Allies brought together in common cause." Slinger says after clearing his throat. "I liked him. He liked me- I think. But it was always business. Nasty business at that. A lifestyle I'm not particularly chomping at the bit to return to honestly..." He admits. "Likely more emotion mismanagement." He sighs. "Yet another revision to make."

"He was a good man in the end. Even before that. Fruity as a bad Christmas gift, but he managed to choose everything else despite not starting with any agency at all. I'm proud of him." Slinger says truthfully but with a certain finality that says he's said enough.

He glosses over maintaining a live DNA repository, though these powers he's installed in this 'shell' of his had to come from somewhere.

"Holy god. Everything in meat is so slow." He says before opening a new interface over Grimm's usual interface. Its mostly utilitarian and alredy Slinger is slicing through the clear web for traces of Vincent Price.

Victor Price is apparently not very social when it comes to his media. No MyFace, no Twipper, no TokTik or ChatSnap. Not anyone who looks to be -that- Victor Price, at least.

Slinger? Proud of someone? Grimm finds that so weird. She doesn't think to ask about a DNA repository, or if some of hers is in there. "Welcome to being more human," she chuckles at his complains at the slowness of her laptop.

There's a knock at the door. "Food's here," she chimes cheerfully and goes to answer it.

Slinger sighs. "Yeah... that was what I was worried about." He says finding next to nothing. "Well not worried. Just fairly certain of. But now I just need to get into the DMV records... Life Statistics Office... censor bureau... standard stuff. Just might take me a bit."

"That's good. And my humanity is jsut a temporary setback!" He exclaims before noting, "Though I do my best breaking & entering with gooey cheese working its way through my system." He chuckles as he begins setting up a small botnet using the servers he's already hacked as nodes.

Grimm laughs at Slinger's defensiveness about his humanity. "Setback. Upgrade? Who knows, yu may like it again." She opens the door enough to grab the pizzas and extras, then tips the guy with the app and closes the door. She moves over to set the boxes on the kitchen table. "Which one do you want, and how many slices?"

"I doubt that." Slinger opines. "I doubt that so much. I feel blind in this stupid monkey suit." He clacks away at the keyboard.

"Ok so now I've got a little more operational headroom. I can push... mmmm that smells amazing." He notes. "Let's see... what do you know about this dude- in general? Besides stealing the innocence of others, demonic rituals and general douching- what else do we know?" He inquires so he can widen his net a bit.

"I...can relate. Without my powers, I feel blind now. But when I first got them, it was...overwhelming," Grimm comments as she pulls out some paper plates. "He's related to Jonathon Price, who lived in Seattle for a time. Doesn't mean his father was ever around there much. But he'd have had eyes on it if he had intentions on my sister."

"Makes sense. So that means there is probably a tangible link between the two. Maybe he was keeping tabs on the chip off the old @$hole."

He does much the same, but with the added firepower he begins to dox Jonathon Price with all due haste.

"Is dad probably paid for his tuition," Grimm comments. "You may be able to get something on this financials."

Slinger frowns as he finds his investigation pulled overseas.

"Hmmm- so Jonathon... pretentious @$$ spelling by the way- he had a French passport. Address takes me to l'Alsace. Makes me think of some song I've never heard. He ever talk to you about that area? Mention the Rhine or a surprising love of German cuisine?" He asks before cocking his head at the pizza boxes. He peels off a glove to grab a slice.

Gabrielle blushes a bit. "No wonder his french was so good," she murmurs. He used his french to sweep her off her feet. "He didn't mention the Rhine, but he did enjoy German beer."

"So- not a front for a rich boy to pick up on the ladies." Slinger says, noting that seems to have been what it was certainly used for- just a conincidence it was also true. "Alright- so maybe ... with any luck there might be a boat or something registered nearby- or... I dunno. Something. Eventually... 'when the meat allows'." He says as he grabs one of the pepperoni slices. His thought completed he takes a bite and moans.

Grimm leaves a plate with more slices out for Slinger. She has a mix of the two pizzas, plus some buffalo barbecue wings and blue cheese dip. She plops down on the couch next to him. "I never realized he was rich at the time. Though he did treat me to meals and got me small gifts..." she realizes, frowning a bit at the memories.

Slinger says, "Thanks" with a mouth full of food. So really its 'Thhanxz.'

After a few more bites filled with typing and setting up proxies he finally speaks again. "Well, now you know." Slinger says, feeling the very Daemon-y urge to clean this dude's coffers out entirely. He sets it as a secondary goal if at all possible but doesn't mention it.

"Alright bots are running DMV. Vital Records and the standard clearnet stuff. Now I need to see who's paying taxes at this address. That's probably going to be a bit tougher to do. Easy- just harder than the Easy Bake Targets."

"DEMON agents, paying taxes?" Gabrielle has a good laugh at that.

"Yeah. Every one wants to look like they're on the up and up." Slinger replies quickly. "He's got to have an account he uses for looking like a normal guy. A line of credit he uses for groceries... car washes... wining and dining pliable women... or men." He takes another bite of his pizza.

Gabrielle winces slightly at the mention of pliable women, chewing slower and glancing aside to gaze out the window. "Yeah."

"Its ok. You didn't know- and you aren't at fault. This guy makes it hard to be a good person." Slinger says, reaching over to pat Grimm's leg gently. "And when we find him... well- then we can show him just how hard he's made that for us in particular... and make sure he doesn't do it again." He says darkly. There's Daemon. "Or.. you know. Turn him in after you say your peace. Its your baggage. I'm just here to help you free yourself- well that and yuour sister." He takes another bite so he can stop rambling and get back to working through data.

"I'm...not turning him in," Gabrielle answers quietly.

"Well alrighty then." Slinger says because hes a Ride-or-Die Spyder in any incarnation. "That ought to make things a bit easier... actually. Not now of course. Later." He means because he likely had no intention on letting him remain in custody even if they did turn him in.

"It doesn't. Since we need help to stop him, and he made a near clean sweep of us," Gabrielle sighs. "But I can't get my sister back until I end Victor's hunt."

Grimm chews on her pizza. "Which means if he goes to jail...this Shepard may still consider him a threat. And that makes getting my sister back even more difficult."

Slinger turns and looks at Grimm, giving an understanding smile. "Whatever you need. I'm there til the last stop... which for me seems to be... set on repeat." He chuckles, trying to take his resurrection lightly. It sounds a bit hollow though but he's trying to ligthen the mood.

Grimm looks over to Slinger and smiles sadly. She leans over to try and hook an arm around his shoulders. No danger is sensed from her attentions as she goes in for a side hug. "You're making a habit of that. You better stop or I'll have to set up an intervention," she teases.

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