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Hank Anderson ([personal profile] sociallychallenged) wrote in [community profile] dualisnet2019-11-02 06:25 pm

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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.


[Action]

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.
silentnarration: unknown artist (fight)

[personal profile] silentnarration 2019-11-27 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Squall does a pretty good job of looking like he has absolutely no clue how to play a game of pool as he listens... And he can't help it when he just slams the cue against the table at the last bombshell. He reaches to touch the back of his head, scowls and turns away from the table and Hank, unintentionally looking like a sore loser.

He folds his arms, teeth grit. What the hell? How is this place worse and worse the more he learns about it? It's not that he's not used to something in his head leeching his memories but this is something else.

"So the people you said were killed and came back... They're all clones?" He's pushing back his anger, half turned back to Hank now. "How do we know who's a clone? Or that we're not already one?"
silentnarration: (mrgh)

[personal profile] silentnarration 2019-11-30 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
This whole thing makes his skin crawl and also makes him want to run his hands over every inch of his head. But he listens intently and he nods. Clones. Great. Just peachy.

"I know someone from the Heart who's been here a year. I go to her bar sometimes. She'll be in danger." And as much as he doesn't trust the Heart as a whole, he does kind of like Nick and doesn't want to see her dead. She'd have her clone and the Head coming after the Heart to worry about.

He shakes his head, trying to sort the information and his thoughts. "I'll tell my friends and ask the ones not from my world. It won't change my ability to summon if we turn off the chips. The Guardian Forces aren't here. They didn't arrive with any of us." He unfolds his arms to shrug off his jacket and pull up the short sleeve of his shirt, showing off a tattoo of a stylized lion on a shield. "But some of us did get the magic tattoos from the city. We'll be able to use some magic if we have to." He pulls his jacket back up.

"We have plans to gather our own resources. It might be a good idea to keep those separate for now but I'll let them know they can trust you."
silentnarration: (glare)

[personal profile] silentnarration 2019-11-30 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
He raises his eyebrows at the revelation about Nick. Well, that changes some things.

But then Hank continues to talk and his own expression darkens a little, a scowl forming. He's not looking to attack without a plan. He knows this is bigger than that. Even though Hank isn't wrong to think so. He's a soldier, a mercenary. His whole purpose is to fight.

He shakes his head, impatient and he's folding his arms again. He sounds annoyed.

"We're not going to just attack. We're not that stupid." As much as he wants to. And he does grip his arms as he says that, equal parts frustration and anger at the situation. "There's not enough information. I'm not risking everyone's lives for that. We have until our year is up before our clones are ready, so we'll prepare, then fight."

He loosens his grip to gesture with a hand, the petulant anger making way to a far more steeled expression - the kind expected of a soldier.

"I'll help you, whatever else you find. You'll know if I do too. But if the time comes and the city is still under the Head's control, I'll do whatever it takes." Give his life. Die trying.
silentnarration: unknown artist (beads)

[personal profile] silentnarration 2019-12-07 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Squall presses his lips together, grim and trying not to be impulsively annoyed. He shakes his head.

"When I said plan, I mean gathering resources. Money, shelter, weapons, food. We have nothing to fall back on if another blackout happens or if we get hunted. My friends and I have a place but it's too far out of the city and our clones found us there already. Seifer is making weapons there..."

He inhales slowly. "I don't want to die. I don't want anyone else to. But we have to be prepared if it happens." He ducks his head. "If it comes down to it, I rather it be me."

He wants his friends to go home and live a better life, okay? He looks back again, focusing back on tasks.

"We can look underground."
silentnarration: (judgement)

[personal profile] silentnarration 2020-01-04 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Squall nods, reluctant but understanding. He may not be the best or strongest among so many from different worlds but he shouldn't add to it. (He still will if he's pushed to the edge but that's neither here nor there.)

That information about the blackout just makes him more annoyed. The Heart is going to be done for at this rate. They have to go it on their own.

"Do you know someone who can replicate that iphone?" They can't all use it. Though voice changing is something he'd like to look into.
silentnarration: unknown artist (uh huh)

[personal profile] silentnarration 2020-01-07 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Dualis is technologically advanced. They probably have something similar. Or parts we can use." As long as they're not tainted by the Head's influence.

He breathes deeply. Ugh. This is a lot.

"Don't get caught." Hank's been their best source of all these information so far. He'd hate to lose him too. Not that he hasn't been paranoid cautious but he's getting way too close to the heart (hah) of it.
silentnarration: (still don't care)

[personal profile] silentnarration 2020-01-10 01:33 pm (UTC)(link)
He nods, somber, already taking note to check on some people he met before but hasn't seen or heard from recently.

"That's why we need all the resources we can get our hands on while we come up with a better plan."

Not being able to fight his way through things is rather irritating. He clicks his tongue.

".. I'm going to go. Keep me posted."

He needs to think and warn his friends.