TEXT: Day after the Festivities

[sociallychallenged]

Username: dpdhank@dualislink

My name is Hank Anderson, I'm a patrol officer with Dualis's police. I think I met a few people at the Dualis Days festival, many of them during the unfortunate opening ceremonies.

The police are conducting an official investigation but I want to conduct my own independent investigation. In my experience that usually solves cases a little more quickly. [That's how he and Connor made it as far as they did, superseding what was technically required of them. The end result was also the better result for the world, not the preferred result for the powers that be, too.]

I know some of you were close to the bombing. If you're interested and able to give me some information I'll be in the kitchen on floor six for the rest of the evening.

[Anyone that comes to find him will be lucky. For the moment he'll be listening to some jazz he loaded onto a music player and speaker he found in a thrift shop rather than metal. But you better believe when it's necessary he'll switch to metal if he has to. In the meantime he's also reading an actual paper book, a softcover novel that he was lucky enough to find.]

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So sure you're not the Scarecrow? [ She teases somewhat hesitantly. ]

[sociallychallenged]

Hell no. I've got too much stuffing for it.

[He leans back and drums on his stomach like the donut lover he is. What the fuck good is it having some padding if you don't drum your belly, one must ask.]

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[ That makes her laugh in response, rolling her eyes lightly at the gesture; what a dad thing for him to do. She lets a quiet fall before she stands up from the table. ]

I'm gonna let you get back to your investigation, good luck with it. [ You know, don't draw too much attention to yourself and shit. She doesn't mind Hank too much so she'd rather he stick around. ]