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.]

Comments

[aleifr]

Then why's the rich man still breathing?

[Where he comes from, if you cross those lines, if you do that evil, you die. That simply.]

[sociallychallenged]

Because he was a very rich man, and men with that much power know how to take advantage of it. I guess I was thinking of all the reasons there's so little fucking information out there.

[He wonders, legitimately, how many Jakes backed off their investigations before. Or how many went down with the effort. It's not only the Head that he's thinking of, either. He's also thinking of how the bombers might have successfully hidden themselves for so long.]

You'd be surprised how many worlds out there have people unable to resist or they just refuse to see the flaws in some full-of-themselves asshole.

[aleifr]

If they can fight back and they don't, they're fools and cowards.

[Aleifr folds his massive arms across his broad chest, scowling a little deeper.]

Doesn't how much money someone has, or how well liked they are. You do wrong, you pay for it.

[That's how it works. It isn't always immediate, it isn't always easy, but wrongs are avenged. By people, by wraiths, by the gods themselves, but they are avenged.]

If my father did something like that with one of my sisters, my mother would have gelded him and his family would have held him down for her.

[sociallychallenged]

Yeah, I agree. My world is, unfortunately, full of fools and cowards and people that don't have any hope left. They don't think they can stop people like that because they've been brow-beaten into submission.

[He says that part grimly.]

Makes it hard to fight when you don't have any hope for winning. Or you're worried about what you'll have to lose.

Probably why, if there's something going on here, people aren't gonna wanna be anxious to help out.

[aleifr]

If you're meant to die, you will. If you're not, you won't.

[Aleifr shrugs. If you do your part, the rest is in the hands of the gods. Doesn't make much sense to worry about it, in his eyes.]

[sociallychallenged]

It's not their lives they're usually worried about losing. Poverty can be a hell of a thing where I'm from. A fate worst than death.

But still. Good to know someone around here will probably decide to do the noble thing.

[He says noble. He's not sure that noble will always be 'right' but there's no guarantee that deciding between bombers and dictators could ever be 'right'.]