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This is Hank Anderson, and I recently got my promotion so it's now Det. Hank Anderson. Which is why I wanted to make this announcement.

[Hank still wants to research into the missing people and initiate his vague plan to devalue the iterations. Right now the public see them as a protective force for good. Hank wants the people to see other fucking people as their reliable protective force. That in the many variations of temperaments and personalities and creative resolutions to conflict, they can find their safety.]

I have a case that could use some assistance from some specialized outsiders. If you could come to me and lay out your experience and training, I would like to offer you temporary deputy work in helping solve this case.

Necessary qualifications include:
-Combat against armed opponents
-Negotiation and Interrogation
-Ability to secure an area until CSI arrives (cursory crime scene analysis a bonus)

Due to Dualis's policy on providing payment through credit, if you would want rewards we would have to attach a name to your activities. However if you'd want to work off-record [which is as close to anonymously as he can get] we could come to some sort of arrangement such as donated payment.

I'll be at the cat cafe to conduct interviews 4:00 to 6:00 in the afternoon for the next week. You can show up when it's convenient to talk. Sounds like a fucking weird place for it, yes, it'll make more sense when you're there.

I've also arranged for donated goods to be offered when people come in and might find themselves in a state of disrepair or any nicer version of saying fucked the hell up. New clothes, medical things like crutches for people with chronic conditions, sanitary supplies like soap and toothbrushes, things of that nature. So if you want to donate something to the people coming in there's a donation box in the dormitory's lower entryway and they'll be taken to the temple.

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Like he promises, Hank's waiting around at the cat cafe whenever someone shows up. Usually reading a book, sometimes bored, sometimes deeply into it. Right by his side though? A mammoth green cat, purring and resting her head against his arm. She's twitching her tail to and fro.

Hank is pretty sure he'll be able to tell if someone is bullshitting their credentials and whether they'll do intentional harm with their new role. It's hard to do background checks when different universes are involved, but he thinks he's figured out a way to beat the system without having to use any of the department's lie detectors.

Note: Plotting post here.

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I'll take it. Right now the policy among the iterations has been 'taze first, ask questions later'. If I can cause a little less of that, then I'll feel a fuck of a lot better.

That is a rather terrible policy.

Out of curiosity, what kind of incidents do you foresee?

Some of the details we've chosen not to share on any network or media in order to make it easier to identify culprits. But I can confirm that especially violent crimes have occurred, so I expect some ruthless people. I also expect some scared and desperate people.

[That was his experience back in Detroit. People who wanted out, but were afraid to get out.]

You probably should act as an assistant to someone else or wait until someone's brought in for questioning, that way we can better ensure your safety.

[ violent crimes. so much for a vaunted sci-fi future. though charles supposes no future that truly erase that. ]

Of course. I think it would make more sense if you brought me in as a last resort.

I can tell you why in person.

That's a good idea anyway. At this rate I'm not even sure they haven't hacked the network. [He is operating under the assumption that these criminals have the same sort of network access as the Heart, and that means they could watch for what he says.]

I'll be at the cat cafe, unless somewhere else would be more convenient. I know it's a chore to get around.

[Would the cafe let him borrow a cat???]

[ what even is a cat cafe. ]

I'll stop by today.

[Just wait until he meets the alien cats.]

Sounds good. I'll be around. I hope you're not allergic.

[ after the robot incident and the pillow forts, charles wisely swaps out his wheelchair for a hoverchair. charles navigates the cafe before finding hank nearby and pulling up closer. ]

Hello, Detective. Congratulations on your promotion.

Yeah, thanks. I gotta admit, though. Liked the legal system in Detroit better. Nice upgrade on the chair, by the way.

[Hank actually stands up to go over and shake Charles' hand in greeting. It seems like the more conscientious thing to do.]

So tell me a little more about yourself and your credentials.

[Hank settles down, ready to hear him out.]

[ charles shakes hank's hand politely before settling back in his chair. there's a slight pause as he clears his throat. ]

Well. For one, I am a telepath.

[Hank blinks hard at that.]

How much telepath are we talkin'?

[The cat beside him doesn't argue, no piping up with the word 'lying', but he didn't really expect that to be a lie. It's a pretty useful skill, though, and for far more than this case.]

[ charles blinks. ]

I'm sorry, I'm not sure I follow.

Are you psychic enough to read minds, control people?

[He leans forward a little bit, furrowing his brow and speaking more lowly.]

Or if given an example, psychic enough to tell someone real from a very convincing duplicate or dig up a buried memory?

[ ah. psychic by degrees. charles huffs. ]

Yes. Though this place has limited the range of my abilities, I am psychic enough to do anything.

No one in the police department remembers what happened during the blackout. They said they were fuckin' gone across town doing something else, or they weren't aware of anything fucked up happening at all. Didn't even remember a blackout.

I need to give us a little more credibility. Because I need people to be allowed to defend each other if this shit happens again. Right now I can't do anything to convince them without sounding like a fuckin' madman.

[He has evidence that it did. But if he shows it at the moment, it would be buried.]

[ charles frowns, mulling it over. ]

Do you want me to dig out the memory? Or see if there's tampering?

I'm honestly worried that some people might be duplicates and don't remember or are hiding it. This place is called Dualis, right? Maybe that was the point in the name. Doubles were always a part of it.

[But then Hank shrugs that off. More important things first, what he can actually do something about.]

But the people that are dying aren't duplicates. And they're staying dead. Some of them have no history of running afoul of the head, most of 'em had gang symbols or some sort of evidence of drug involvement on them. Either traces on their clothes or marks from use.

They're performance killings, meant to send a message.

That is a legitimate concern. I have come across alien beings who took over bodies.

[ he pauses. ]

But I am well trained in my ability. And quite powerful. Barring what this place has done, I should be able to help greatly.

[Hank nods, hopeful.]

Then I could probably use the help.

[God this place brings some shit he never imagined he'd have to deal with. He scratches the green cat's head again.]

What sort of criminal investigations have you been involved in before?

Not many. I ran a school and occasionally, helped the government out.

[ though that was not something charles enjoyed, but understood the politics of it. as he does now. ]

[That puts a dampener on things, but he can explain technicalities as they reach them. Make sure everything is perfectly legitimized.]

Do you have any experience with torture victims, survivor's guilt, or Stockholm syndrome?

[ the corners of his lips twitch a little as charles pauses, looking for the right wording. ]

Yes. And there isn't a mind I'm not familiar with.

[ having touched all the minds on the planet would do that. ]

[There's a worried thought that passes through Hank's head at that moment, thinking of how Connor reacted to finding his revolver in his drawer. He manages to stamp it down before it gets any worse with a mental chiding of DON'T FUCKING DO IT to himself, stopping himself from thinking about it.]

[He veers back on course.]

You're probably not gonna want to get too familiar with the woman doing this if you're any type of decent person.

We don't know her name. We do know the torture her victims endured was significant. And some people had partially healed damage. It means she did things to them before. And it means the people working for her have probably been in on it.

It probably goes without saying, but can you compartmentalize that out of your brain to function while you're working.

[ charles taps on the armrests of his chair. ]

Are you saying that touching their minds would compromise me?

I'm saying it could compromise some people, yeah. And so far we don't know if any of her people have abilities.

[He turns his cup thoughtfully.]

Touching some damn sick minds on a somewhat regular basis I gotta imagine would be rough, even if you have seen it all. I know I saw all kinds of bodies when I was in homicide. But when I saw me tenth dead mom of the month, it starts to eat at you a little.

So I wanna be sure you got a good support system, if nothing else.

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I can't believe I reflexively threw in some text HTML there like a champion.

happens to us all!

It's like the RP equivalent of saying "you too" when someone tells you to enjoy your meal.

haha

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